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[ciderwitch]

Imagine Chandelure Hybrid Ingo that's taken a liking to you! Features 18+ towards the end!

You're the first person who hasn't been petrified of him or his brother in a long time.

You find a house in Nimbasa City that has super cheap rent because it's haunted. With these prices? Yeah, a little haunting is not enough to scare you off. Sure, things move around on their own and the knobs rattle at night, but you can afford coffee and better food now so it's a sacrifice you're willing to make.

When you find out it's a ghost-type pokemon, you relax. Chandelure's don't actually consume human souls, right? Right. When you tried to greet the Chandelure floating around in the hallway it dematerialized in an instead. Poor thing was probably petrified of people!

Well, Ingo wouldn't say he was petrified.

He was initially attracted to the residual spiritual energy of the place that went along with people thinking it was haunted and was just trying to recharge. It was a good place to rest after holding himself in full human form at the gear station all day.

When you start leaving out ghost-type treats for him, though, it makes him laugh. He likes the way you smile when you find them gone in the morning and ends up giving them to his own Chandelure.

He tried avoiding the place when you weren't home for a while, but he found it much lonelier without your presence. He knows most people would panic if he showed them his true form.

Also, you would probably balk at the idea of a grown man hanging onto your ceiling when you were home alone.

His choice was made for him when you slipped on the stairs one day. Suddenly you found yourself in the arms of a handsome ghostly subway master.

Not the weirdest thing you've experienced in Nimbasa, honestly.

He tells you why he hangs around and apologizes profusely.

Hybrids are rare, but everyone knows they tend to be more instinctual. It would make sense that he's drawn here and it's not like he's done anything other than haunt the downstairs area, so you're not particularly bothered. Plus, he is the reason this place is so affordable.

You thank him for saving you and tell him he can stick around. You work out the details so you know when he'll be around and agree that it would be both funny and useful to keep the haunted rumors alive and well.

From there an easy friendship grows until Ingo (and his Galvantula brother Emmet) are there almost all the time because it's one of the few places they don't have to mask or hide.

Cue Ingo (and maybe also Emmet) and you falling in love. Ingo is shy, but Emmet is not and you will know how they feel mere minutes after they figure things out themselves.

So now you have a boyfriend (or two). Cue shenanigans.

Now for the NSFW 🔞

Maybe one day you have to invite a work friend or classmate over. This guy is just laying it on thick despite you telling him you weren't interested. You both have to get this project done in a few days so you're ignoring him.

"Nah, this place isn't haunted. It's just old and ugly. Next time you'll have to study at my place, Y/N. It's much more comfortable."

"I like my house just fine, thanks."

The dude is totally oblivious and not noticing Ingo's attempts to frighten him off at all. He misses the floating objects in the hallway, doesn't catch his evil reflection in the bathroom mirror, and grabs his mug off the table before Ingo can finish knocking it down.

Then the guy makes a crass joke about you guys having sex instead of working. At this point you were one comment away from kicking him out and doing the damned thing by yourself.

Ingo watches the guy eye you up and just snaps. As if his Y/n would stoop so low! He can do things that jerk can't even dream about!

He lets his body sink into the floor and float back up over by you, ghosting his head through the form of your legs to rest his head there. He can feel his pulse raise at the excitement of being this close to you. You and Ingo hadn't done anything yet, but just the thought of your taste had his mouth watering. That, and the knowledge that he could have you in all the ways that loser couldn't.

The jerk shudders and asks if you felt the temperature suddenly drop.

You say no, you didn't, even as you feel a cool touch across your legs. You glance down and see Ingo's form passing through your body to where your shorts cover your sex without even having to open your legs. You have to fight not to gasp as Ingo presses a pale hand there, as if asking for permission.

His violet-white eyes are beautiful, full of want and need, and who are you to say no to that?

With the subtlest of nods, you look back up.

As they guy carries on his single-handed conversation, Ingo's eyes are on you up as he presses a first firm lick to your sex.

Suddenly, without even moving your clothes aside, he's got his mouth on you and all you can do is try not to react.

The man across from you is completely unaware of the man underneath the table kissing into your sensitive sex. Your legs are frozen as he holds you still with his powers. Just the movement of his tongue alone is making it hard to speak.

You reach down to grab his hair but your hands just phase through him, powerless to push him away or ease his pace. You don't know which you need more: to slow the onslaught against your hole, or to hold him closer and push your hips against him more.

He decides for you when you feel his invisible strength quickly but gently pull your body forward.

The lights start to dim as the man finally notices something is going on, as papers and pens around you start to float while your lover's mouth is taking you apart. You bite your cheek to keep from moaning at the slick slide of your lover's tongue between your thighs. No matter how you squeeze your legs together, it just feels like you're getting completely devoured. You can feel the sticky mess spread even as Ingo works diligently to lick up every drop from you.

Finally, something crashes and the guy flees, calling you possessed and running out of the house like a madman. Ingo quickly pins you down on the couch and presses deeper, and you can't stop the sounds that are finally allowed to escape from your throat as he moans against you like a whore, praising you and begging for you to come on his face.

He holds your body tightly as you gush and writhe against him, spasming as he continues kissing and sucking your sex until you have to beg him to give you a break.

It doesn't last long before he's diving in again, addicted to your taste and the pretty sounds of your begging.

[angegodealegria]

El metro vacío es algo que me gusta mucho 🫶🏽

[isaactea]

(Very Cool pt. 2)

Mini Sketch based off a few cta train editions

(+Pantographs make great horns)

More train than dragon but I fold, metro train from the DC area cause public transit is cool

[the-shoal-system]

I am unwell :( we're failing a class adn its making me sad

-Emmet🚇

[old-and-sweet-memories]

[bunny-bunny-boing-boing]

all it takes is a goodbye and a brief suspension of fear

[dirtybeat-deepsounds]

[ciderwitch]

Not an ask. Simply more Ghost! Butler! Submas >:] This is 5112 words of ghost butler smut. I hope you enjoy -

As you walked home, you couldn't help but continuously think of everything that had happened to you that fast few weeks, and all that you had learned earlier today. Your house was haunted. By ghost butlers. Twin ghost butlers. Not only that, but the two of them, Ingo and Emmet, seemed to really like you. Apparently anytime someone had purchased the house, the owners would be harassed non stop by the ghosts until they moved. But you. You. They really liked you. They didn't harass you, quite the opposite really. They did your chores for you, kept the house clean, left little things out for you... Touched you intimately... You bit your lip. They had taken a physical liking to you as well, even if they haven't revealed themselves to you yet. Have they gone all the way with you? Gods, you wished. The few times they had touched you had excited you, but they always seemed to back off before doing anything other than touching. It was beginning to drive you mad. Even though you wanted to talk to them, wanted to encourage them to touch you, you had no idea what you had been dealing with. So that's why you looked into the home's history earlier, and learned about them. You had to. You needed to know who was doing such kind things for you, and giving you brief bouts of pleasure. Now you finally had some answers. You had names. Ingo and Emmet.

You couldn't stop repeating the names in your head. Now you just had to figure out how to talk to them, to tell them it was okay, you wanted them, and wanted to get to know them. But how would you do this? It was a question that followed you home. When you arrived, you had an internal debate on what you should do. Do you call for them? Do you stay silent? Do you wait until they make another appearance? For once, you had no idea what to do. Sighing, you headed to your room, and noted the bed had been made since you last had been in here. You smiled, before crashing onto the covers, exhausted. At least you'd be able to thank them properly when you next got the chance. Before you knew it, you felt yourself slowly lulling to sleep. The bedspread was fairly comfortable, and you had grabbed a blanket you kept nearby. You pondered if you should even bother sleeping under the covers when you were so comfy. Another thought had come into your head as the fog of sleep overcame you. You hadn't slept on top of the covers since the first time they had touched you that one night. But maybe now, if you did it again, they would touch you once more. You laughed into your pillow. How silly. Lusting for ghosts...

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You weren't sure what time it was when you felt yourself wake up, but it was still late, or incredibly early, given how dark it was outside. Your eyes struggled to focus, it being so dark in your room. A thought crossed your hazy mind. Why were you awake? What had woken you? Trying to move proved fruitless, as your body refused to do as you wished. Your face scrunched up in confusion, until you felt it. A hand gently pat the top of your head, before turning into a gentle caress. Another pair was holding your thighs, gently running circles in the flesh with their thumbs. You felt your breath hitch in your throat. The hands were gentle, taking their time to hold and caress you. The hand on your head began gently playing with your hair, before moving to your neck for a massage. The second pair of hands were now lightly running up and down your legs with light, teasing touches. Occasionally they would stop and massage some muscles, before resuming the playful touches. You could feel your body beginning to relax, the touches just enough to keep you awake and aware. The hands rubbing your neck and shoulders moved down, and instead of going for your back, like you expected, you felt them hesitate. After a moment, they wrapped around through your shirt, and began to fondle your chest, pinching and rubbing your nipples.

You had to physically bite your tongue to keep from gasping out loud. The other set of hands seemed to catch onto what the other had begun, and slowed down. Slowly, they moved their way upwards, before stopping at your pelvis. Those thumbs seemed to tease you as they rubbed circles against your hips. You could feel heat beginning to pool in your gut. Gods, how you have wanted this. The hands on your hips then suddenly stopped, and gripped your thighs. Ever so gently, they pulled your legs apart. You swore you could feel someone breathing against your cunt. You fought tooth and nail to keep your body from tensing. You didn't want them running away again, not this time. The hands around your chest only seemed spurred on, and began to rub and pinch in earnest. Then you felt it, a mouth attached itself to your neck. The mouth began sucking and nipping, obviously trying to mark you. You felt your eyes practically roll back into your head from the feeling. Suddenly, despite still being dressed, you felt a tongue firmly lick at your folds, slowly from your core, to your clit. In an instant, you felt whatever hold that had your body frozen snap, and you jolted at the sensation with a moan. Immediately, just has you had feared, the hands immediately dispersed. Sitting up from your laying position, you felt your mind racing. 'No no no!' You mentally cursed yourself as your mind flew a mile a minute, your heart racing. They were going to leave again! Finally, you felt your emotions come to a head. You were frustrated, horny, and still a bit disoriented from sleep. It was now or never. "Ingo! Emmet! Come back here!" You called out. The change in the atmosphere was immediate. You felt as if you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. "Ingo, Emmet, please come back..." you then whispered. You were so frustrated, you felt that if they really left you like this, you could cry. A beat passed. Another. You sniffled, feeling tears beginning to form. However, you let out a noise of shock when you felt arms wrap around your torso, and pull you into a chest behind you. "Wha-!?" You called out, only for the owner of the arms to kiss your cheek. You instinctively looked over to see who had kissed you, despite never seeing anyone before, but gaped in surprise when glowing silver eyes greeted your own. You stared, wide eyed at the familiar frowning face that stared at your own. Ingo. The frowning one was Ingo. You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, another person appeared, practically popping up right on top of you. His legs straddled your own, as his arms laid on each side of your own, trapping you in. He leaned in close, and you got a good view of his grinning smile. Emmet. This one was Emmet. His grin only seemed to grow as he watched you, and he leaned in just a little bit closer. "Hello Master. You called?” You felt your mouth go dry.  “Emmet?” You asked, your voice wavering. The man on top of you giggled, before leaning forward, nuzzling into your neck.  “Mmm! I am Emmet! You have done your homework, Master!” he practically purred into your neck. You let out a gasp when he bit down into your skin. You craned your neck to give him better access, and looked over to Ingo, who still held you tight. “A-And Ingo…” you managed to pant out. The older twin seemed elated that you knew who he was, and gave you a smile. “Hello my Dear.” He spoke softly, a hand moving to comb through your hair. As he did so, you managed to get a better look. He seemed to be wearing a black suit with red, in contrast to Emmet’s white and blue suit.

It was kinda cute. You were brought out of your musings when you felt Emmet bite down particularly hard on your neck, causing you to gasp. He let up a moment later, and carefully licked the wound in response. Ingo tapped your chin lightly. “Sorry about that, my Dear. We have been wanting to mark you as ours for quite a while. Surely you understand?” He hummed. You could only nod back, afraid you wouldn’t be able to speak. They wanted you. They were marking you. Holy shit. Emmet pulled back a moment later, his smile as big as ever, though his glowing eyes held mischief. "Master, we are yours. What would you like us to do?" he asked, as if this was any normal conversation. You tried to answer, but Emmet ground his hips against your own, and you let out a strained sound instead. He was hard. He wasn't the only one either, if the bulge pressing into your lower back said anything. Ingo clicked his tongue. "It seems our Master is at a loss for words. Perhaps we should help them relax a little bit?" He offered, but there was no hiding the teasing tone his voice held. Emmet shared a look with Ingo, and a silent conversation passed between them both, before he zeroed back in on you. "I think that is a wonderful idea, Ingo. We watch you work hard all the time, to time for fun or play. Let us help you with that." Emmet said, looking you in the eye. You felt yourself lick your lips in anticipation. "May we?" Emmet asked, leaning in close to you, his eyes darting to your lips. Your mouths were nearly touching. "Yes..." You whispered back, your heart hammering in your chest. In an instant, Emmet crashed his lips against yours, hungry for everything you were willing to give. Immediately, you melted into the kiss. Finally. This is what you have wanted for weeks. When Emmet parted to let you breathe, you could feel yourself panting as a string of saliva connected you both. This was real. The feeling of hands broke you away from your thoughts, and you glanced down, seeing Ingo's hands travel up your waist, to your chest once again. Your eyes widened in surprise when they seemed to phase through your clothes, and playfully pinch your nipples once more.

Emmet giggled again, watching you squirm as Ingo toyed with you. "Master, you're just so cute! I want to see more." The younger twin then reached for the bottom of your shirt, before tugging it upwards. You let out a small noise of surprise, especially since the teasing pinches didn't let up., but still moved so Emmet could fully remove the shirt. Once you were topless, Emmet practically drooled as you looked over your body. You looked so delicious. Emmet shared another look with Ingo, and the hands on your body seemed to disappear. You whined at the loss of contact, only to choke out a moan as Emmet dived in, taking a perked bud in his mouth. Warm... Weren't they supposed to be cold? Before you could think further, Ingo's hands returned, and you watched as they lightly traveled down your body, stopping at your hips. You were hypnotized, Emmet's tongue playing with your chest, and the feather light touches on your hips. After a moment though, you felt those same hands move inward, and gasped when Ingo ran two fingers against your clit through your shorts. Ingo hummed into your ear, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Does this feel good, Master?" Ingo asked, his breath hitting the outside of your ear. Feeling chills run down your body, you nodded. "Yes! It feels amazing!" You managed to squeak out. Ingo hummed again, and you felt his fingers slowly rub in circles, and your toes began to curl. The stimulation was so much, with Emmet happily lapping at your chest, and Ingo playing with your sex. You haven't felt this good in years, if ever. Eventually, Emmet let go of your nipple with a 'pop', a satisfied grin on his face. "Master, you taste so good. Can I taste more?" He asked, tilting his head in an almost innocent manner.

Before you could respond, his hands were already on your shorts, and tugging them down your hips. Ingo momentarily stopped his touches to help you lift your hips, helping the shorts slide off with ease. Both the shorts and your underwear joined the shirt on the floor. You were completely bare. Ingo's breathing got heavy behind you, and Emmet licked his lips as he stared at you in all your glory. "We've waited so long for this. You're so gorgeous." Ingo breathed, Emmet nodding his head in agreement with a hum. Ingo moved his hands upwards as Emmet dipped low, and you squirmed as you felt his breath hit your cunt. Ingo gripped your hips, and leaned into your neck, breathing in your scent. Quickly, he bit down into your neck much like Emmet had early, causing you to gasp in surprise. In that instance, Emmet took the opportunity to pounce. His tongue was quick to go to work on your core, and you nearly screamed from the feeling. Emmet was merciless. He lapped at you like a man starved for water. When you began to squirm, Ingo simply held you down with his hands. You could hear Emmet's muffled giggles as you were held down. It was so much. Emmet's tongue was working wonders with how much pleasure he was giving you. Before you could even get used to his tongue lapping at you, he brought his hand up, and removed his mouth to finger you instead. He wasn't through with his mouth, however, and quickly attacked your clit with his tongue. You practically howled at the feeling, and felt Ingo smirk into your neck. Reaching forward, you grabbed Emmet's hair, lightly tugging him closer. He almost seemed pleased by the action. "So good for us. Look at how nicely you're taking his fingers. I bet you'll take our cocks even better, hm?" Ingo whispered into your ear, and you couldn't find it in you to respond, the pleasure making you a babbling mess. His words only causing the warmth pooling in your gut to grow. After a few moments, Emmet's fingers curled in a way that made you see stars, and with a silent scream, you came.

Despite having what was arguably one of the best orgasms of your life, Emmet didn't stop, not right away. He had moved back to licking deep inside your cunt, lapping up any juices he could taste. You nearly cried out at the feeling. you were so sensitive, and it only seemed to spur the younger twin on. All too soon however, Emmet pulled away, and you whined. He looked incredibly pleased with himself, if his grin was anything to go by. "Master, you taste divine. Ingo, you'll have to try sometime!" He teased, and you could feel your face flush as you panted. Ingo hummed, adjusting his grip on you. "Not a bad suggestion. But perhaps later? Our Master seems to have relaxed a little bit, but I bet they will sleep well after the main event." He teased, his hands going from your hips, to grabbing your ass. Before you could let out a sound, Ingo easily lifted you up, and with the help of Emmet, turned you around to face him. Now sitting in his lap, he was able to get a good look at you, while Emmet snuggled up to your back. You were beginning to come down from your high a bit, but the look Ingo was sending you was enough for heat to pool in your groin once more. "Main event?" You asked, knowing full and well what he meant. Ingo's lips twitched for a moment, before he lightly gripped your chin, and tenderly kissed you. You immediately melted into the kiss, and reached up to tug on his coat. When you felt skin, however, your eyes opened, and you nearly gaped and the now-naked butler you were straddling.

"I-huh?" You asked, confused. Emmet hugged you from behind, and you unmistakably felt skin instead of cloth. "Darling, we are ghosts, remember?"

Oh yeah. You were slightly surprised that immediate undressing was apparently something they could do, but you were not complaining. You took a moment to appreciate what you saw. Ingo was lean, with a little bit of muscle. Your eyes traveled lower, and you felt your mouth salivate. He was fairly big. You imagined Emmet was about the same. His cock was a little thick as well, and for a moment, you wondered if you could really take it. Ingo leaned in, and gave you a quick kiss. "Are you still on board with this, Master? If you wish for us to stop, we shall." He asked, a serious look on his face. You swallowed your nerves. "No. I want this." You told him firmly. "I have been dreaming of this for weeks. I really want this." You spoke, taking it further. You weren't about to run away now. You felt Emmet's hips twitch from behind you, and he groaned. "Master, having naughty dreams about us? Then we must certainly do something about it!" Ingo hummed, before nodding. "I think you're right, Emmet. How could we have let this problem go unattended for so long?" He remarked, before gripping your hips. He pulled you up, and settled you at the tip of his cock. You could feel the head probing your folds, so you experimentally moved your hips.

Ingo let out a gasp. You smiled. Grabbing his shoulders, you could tell he was going to let you lead, at least until you got settled. So ever so slowly, you sank downward. It was a slightly tight fit, even after Emmet had taken care to stretch you open. However, you couldn't deny the stretch felt amazing as Ingo's dick speared you open, inch by inch. Judging from Ingo's face, he was enjoying it as well. His hips occasionally twitched, but you had to admire his restraint. You bit your lip as the last few inches sank into you, and you put your head on Ingo's shoulder as you adjusted to his size.

'So big...' Ingo and Emmet both cooed at you, Emmet lightly kissing your shoulder blades, while Ingo gave you small praises for taking him so well. It felt amazing, even if it was taking a little bit for you to adjust. The way Ingo's cock practically kissed your womb, and rubbed all the right places. You had never felt so full before, let alone so wanted and loved. It made your head spin. After a few more moments, you decided you felt comfortable enough to move, and slowly raised your hips. You stopped when the head of Ingo's dick was all that was left inside, before dropping back into his lap. Both you and Ingo moaned at the feeling, his hands shakily grasping onto your waist. After that, you quickly set a rhythm, bouncing on Ingo's cock. You were practically drooling as you bounced, the feeling unimaginable. Ingo seemed to share the sentiment, meeting your hips halfway with his own thrusts. His dick hit so deep inside you, you felt drunk on the pleasure. It didn't take long for the familiar knot in your gut to begin forming, and judging from how his face was twisted up in pleasure, Ingo was in the same boat. You thought you would chase your orgasm like this, but nearly yelped in surprise, when Ingo grabbed your hips, forcing you to stop. Before you could ask what was going on, you felt your body become constricted, yet almost weightless. "W-What the?" You asked, and you heard Emmet cheekily speak up from behind you. "Ghosts, Darling!" That was the only explanation you got, before Ingo grabbed your hips, spread your legs, and began thrusting up into you in earnest. You felt your eyes roll back into your skull from the sudden waves of pleasure. Ingo was practically using you as a sex toy, and you were loving every second of it. His thrusts were rough, and were only getting rougher and sloppier as he chased his orgasm. "You're so good for us! You take my cock so well. So tight, so warm!" Ingo began to ramble, and picked up the pace. He then stuffed his face into your chest before continuing. "We've been in love with you since we first saw you! So beautiful and kind... We've wanted you for so long!" You could only gasp and moan at the pleasure as the older twin poured his feelings out for you. It was all so much at once, the pleasure, the feelings, everything. Finally, after a few moments, Ingo tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, and came. You could feel his cum pour deep inside you, each slow, rough thrust pushing more in with each load. It was too much, and you came around his cock. "Mmm... Going to fill you up... Breed you... Make you ours..." he moaned between each thrust, his warm cum coating your insides. Eventually, he slowed to a stop. Whatever force that had been holding you in the air slowly put you down on Ingo's lap, his cock still snug inside you. You faintly heard his words in the back of your mind. You were too out of it to find it in you to care, though the brief thought made your toes curl. You'd register those thoughts later. You panted as you gathered your bearings, your arms wrapped around Ingo's neck to hold you up. Holy shit.

Never had you ever felt so thoroughly fucked before. Any partners you had before this never had even come close to satisfying you to this degree, and that was just Ingo! Faintly in the back of your head, you knew Emmet was watching you, and you could feel sparks run down your spine. You weren't done yet.

Feeling arms wrap around you, you felt Emmet nuzzle into your neck from behind with a hum. "Mhm! I knew our Master was the best. I've been waiting patiently, now it's my turn." Emmet then lifted you up off of Ingo's cock, causing both of you to groan at the sensation. You practically mewled at the loss, having enjoyed the feeling of being full. Emmet gave you a tsk, and then yanked your hips backward. The force was enough to bring you to your knees, your face against Ingo's lap. Ingo sputtered. "Emmet! Be careful!" Ingo chided. You could practically feel Emmet's pout from behind you. You felt his hands gently rub your hips. "Sorry, Darling! I promise you'll enjoy yourself in a moment." He reassured. Before you could respond, you felt Ingo gently pet your head, something you felt he was fond of doing. When you managed to look up, you felt your heart hammering in your chest from the look he was giving you. In front of you, his cock twitched, and you licked your lips.

Before you could do anything, you felt Emmet's own dick tease your entrance. You gasped when he pushed in, still incredibly sensitive. He only pushed in the head, before pulling out, and repeating a few times. You bit your lip. He was definitely teasing you. Before you could say anything, Emmet adjusted his hips, before leaning down over you. His chest was flush to your back, and he wrapped an arm around your waist. Then, he shoved himself deep inside you, and you let out a cry from pleasure and slight pain. It was so much. You were so sensitive, the feeling of being thrust into nearly overwhelmed your senses. Emmet paused for a moment, and you could feel his breath on your ear. "Are you alright? Do I need to stop?" He asked, concern clear, even with his monotone voice. You shook your head. "I-I'm fine! You can keep going!" You assured. You felt Emmet twitch inside you, and he moaned. "Good. I will not hold back." That was the last warning you got before Emmet pulled out, and roughly slammed back in. The pace he set was brutal, roughly pistoning in and out of you. If you thought Ingo was rough, Emmet was even more so. It felt just as amazing. You could feel yourself becoming drunk once more on the feeling of being pounded into. How long have you wanted this from both? With each thrust, your body was slightly pushed forward. Eventually, you felt your face rub up against something, and heard Ingo hiss. It brought you down from your pleasure long enough to see Ingo had grown half hard from watching you, and was biting his fist to keep from moaning each time your cheek rubbed up against him. Immediately, an idea popped into your head. You opened your mouth, and licked at Ingo's cock with each thrust. Ingo couldn't handle it anymore, and let out a loud moan, and his hips thrusted forward. He grabbed the back of your head, and Emmet even slowed down to give you and his brother a moment to adjust. You opened your mouth eagerly as Ingo positioned himself at your lips, and slid in. You fought back both tears and your gag reflex, but gods it was so hot. The feeling of his thick cock in your mouth nearly pushed you over the edge. Both twins gave you a moment to adjust. You forced your jaw to relax, and let Ingo slide in just a bit deeper. "D-Dear, you feel so amazing!" He cried out. Emmet was quick to agree. "Yes! You are so tight! Ingo was right, you are so warm..." He said with a moan, rubbing his face into your back, giving small kisses to your skin. Both men were in ecstasy. All because of you. Emmet began to pick his pace back up, and with each thrust of his hips, you swallowed more of Ingo's length. You had to force yourself to breathe through your nose, but you didn't care.

Being filled from both ends felt amazing.

The feeling of Emmet hitting all the right spots at such a brutal pace, to Ingo hitting the back of your throat. It was so much. You were so full. You felt tears beginning to prick your eyes. It was so so so much. You had come so much already. The pleasure almost hurt. Your mind was beginning to blank out from how intense it was. You briefly wondered if this was how you died. You decided that you felt too good to actually care. If this was how you died, you would die happy. Emmet let out a noise from behind you, and you felt him stop for a moment. You didn't even register he readjusted his position, until when he slammed into you again with renewed vigor. You nearly gagged around Ingo, Emmet was now hitting an incredibly deep part of you. With each thrust, you saw white. With only a few more thrust, you felt yourself shake and collapse on Ingo's lap, and you came once more. You could feel yourself clamp down on Emmet's cock as you came, and he let out a low groan. A few more thrusts later, and you felt his warm cum pour into you in loads. He laid on top of your back, lazily thrusting with each spurt. "Mmm... So fucking tight... You're practically milking me." He gasped. You hardly registered his words, as Ingo tightly gripped your head, and pounded into your throat, chasing his own orgasm once more. You gagged around him, tears falling from your face. Ingo used his free hand to wipe them away. "So close! Just a moment longer-!" he begged you, and you felt him thrust one last time, as deep as he could go. His hips met your nose, and you had to force yourself to relax as he came into your throat. You swallowed all you could take, feeling incredibly light headed. After a few more moments, Ingo pulled himself out of your throat, and you panted in his lap, head resting against his legs. You were so tired. You could hardly think.

After a moment, you felt Emmet rub his face into your back. "Master, we love you so much. You were so amazing!" He praised you. Ingo hummed in agreement. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears. They loved you? "Yes! You were astounding, my love!" he said, complimenting you as well. You faintly felt yourself flush at the praise, still pretty out of it. A moment passed, and Emmet pulled out of you, and you shuddered at the feeling. You could practically feel both his and Ingo's spent dripping out of you. You groaned, pressing your face further into Ingo's leg. You felt empty again, and a little numb. Ingo gently lifted your face with his hand, running his thumb over your cheek. "Let's get you to bed, Dear. You deserve some rest." You could only make a small noise in response. Emmet giggled. "They're completely out of it. It's cute." Ingo hushed him, and you felt something warm press against your groin. You almost hissed at the contact, before realizing it must have been a towel. You immediately relaxed as Emmet took care of you, cleaning you and your thighs up. You practically became dead weight at the feeling. When was the last time someone took care of you like this? Before you had met these two? When Emmet was done, you felt Ingo lift you up, and gently place you under your sheets. He began to tuck you in, before you grabbed his wrist from beneath the covers. "Will you two... Stay with me? Please?" You asked. You were so tired, but you didn't want them to leave you.

Ingo and Emmet shared a look, before looking back at you, both smiling. "We would love to, Master." They responded in sync. Both were quick to climb under the covers with you, each wrapping an arm around you from each side. Emmet behind you, and Ingo pressed against your chest. You felt warm. Safe. Loved. Another thought crossed your mind as you drifted off to sleep. You are gonna be so sore tomorrow. -Silver Anon

HAND. MARRIAGE. PLEASE.

This had me pacing, oh sweet Sinnoh silver anon I adore you, my beloved, THIS IS SO GOOD!

This is immaculate, I can’t properly express how in love I am with this, you’re magnificent, please, continue writing.

This is one of the best things I’ve read oh dear gods.

Not like I already don’t have your blog set to notifications on, but like I need that ten times over.

FUCK THIS IS GREAT, I LOVE IT AND YOU.

[ciderwitch]

Mhm mhm *throws kink HCS at you*

🔞 MDNI as usual because I'm a menace

For Boss Emmet Boss Ingo separately (maybe next I could do Officer Nanu and Gym Leader Kabu. Gilf Edition)

Warning! This is horny and also long. TW: Overstim, Kink themes. Not complete by any means but some I could imagine them enjoying.

Boss Emmet

Daddy/Master Kink. I know it. You know it. He knows it. The first time you let either slip out of your mouth it's over.

Cock-warming, though it surprises him as much as you. You both discover it when you jokingly wish you could just hang out with his cock in you and... Yeah. Tease him too much and it might turn into something else, though.

He loves manhandling and being stronger than his S/O. He enjoys pinning you down, wrestling for control, and just holding you up in general. You're whimpers are just so cute when he fucks you against the wall!

Overstimulation/Begging/Desperation for sure. He's not sure why, but something about the way you squirm away when he's nailing you too much, too deep! makes him absolutely feral.

He hates when you're sad, but the way you cry when he's pressed behind your prone form and just slamming his fat cock into your hole as you're forced to cum around him for the fourth time? He's addicted.

He's the same in reverse, however. He would love it just as much if his partner wanted to top him in the same ways. Tell him no, that he has to watch you without touching or even just manhandle him into a good position and watch him nearly weep from desperation to fuck you.

Also he would love to be your horny puppy mistress.

Dirty talk and says the nastiest shit. Would corner you in the subway and put his hand between your legs and just let loose, waiting until you were practically grinding into his hand to walk away with a wide smile and tip of his hat. His lack of intonation just makes it sound so casual, the jerk!

Praise kink. Call him your good boy, all yours, or "my Emmet" and he's yours forever. Tell him you love him and he crumbles. Will immediately turn rough Emmet into soft Emmet because he really is soft inside. He's also just addicted to you.

Boss Ingo

Him and Emmet really share most of kinks, but like certain things a little more than the other.

Ingo likes free use, for example. Only at home and only if it's you, but something about you just pushing him down on the couch and taking your pleasure from him without a care makes him a desperate flushed mess. Knowing he's always at your service drives him wild. (Emmet likes the idea but is not nearly patient enough for this) Cock-warming ties into this for him. It's so casually intimate that it makes him blush.

Praise kink like Emmet, but if you praise him during sex he will fuck you even harder. Will talk endlessly about how he loves you, how good you feel, how perfect you are. He could probably get off untouched from praise alone. He moans like a whore and will apologize, but if you praise him for it it will help his confidence.

Breeding kink. Emmet shares this one a bit, but Ingo loses his mind at the idea of marking you up inside, filling you in a way only he can, and claiming you as his. It's less about making a family with you (although that excites him, too) but more about the little possessive joy it brings him to know you're his in that way. The cum kink is a bonus. He finds it dirty, so if you desire it you have to assure him you're okay with it.

If you gently dom and dote on him he will never be able to recover. Take your time to get comfortable together, tell him what a good boy he is while jacking him off and teasing him ever-so-much will have him putty in your hands. Soft loving sex really is the way he prefers it.

That said... He loves having sex in the office or on the train. He has a slight voyeur streak but would never want to share your beautiful body with anyone else in such a way. He won't do anything with other people around like Emmet might but he would fuck you against his the office window.

Absolutely debilitating domesticity kink. Wants to be your man so, so, so bad. Happy Malewife.

[angegodealegria]

Metro de la CDMX de noche ❤️

[justcallme-ant]

[xero013]

Switcharoo!?🔀(🚇⚡)

[gleber74]

[throughpatchesofviolet]

Are you guys ready for a "Blind Sarah Reaction" to a new ID-- /lh

--because holy smokes we got a new Ishmael ID and I am SO happy about her!! She's a Zwei Fixer!! She and Zwei!Sherry can be friends!!

Also I have so many screenshots from her Uptie Story because I was so excited--straight up having a massive kinnie moment in my server.

^ This is how I was in school all the time--and how I still am when I'm going on tours and listening to lectures. I actually use this strategy when dealing with people at work (though with more courtesy), too.

Just ...! She's so relatable right here!! And I absolutely love that she ends up being right in the end since she has to cover for these colleagues when they--having not paid attention--get themselves killed during the mission they're on.

^ She literally showed up to protect this civilian after those two perished. And then--AND THEN--

--SHE TOOK CARE OF IT ALL BY HERSELF!! SHE'S SO COOL!!

Also, the fact Heathcliff's Section 3 Öufi ID was the last ID released in Season 3 (Ishmael's Season) and Ishmael's Section 3 Zwei ID is the last ID released in Season 4 (Heathcliff's Season) ... you can't tell me that isn't intentional. And the fact both are Tremor IDs that I somehow didn't have spoiled?? I'm grinning so wide you have no idea--

This also opens the doors for a potential Zwei!Heathcliff and if we get him I will explode-- /pos /hyperbole

(I've been thinking about Zwei!Sherry and Zwei!Heathcliff more, and since Heathcliff has a cameo in Rodya's Zwei ID ... he and Sherry would be a cute Zwei couple ...)

BACK TO ISHMAEL. Hellbat pointed out that Ishmael appears in Faust's Zwei South Section 4 ID, and since Ishmael is actually a higher ranked Zwei Fixer ... does that means she's supervising her?

^ She's even taking notes of how Faust behaves. Ishy is her superior ~