#flustered ingo my beloved

[conmenn]

verrry late blushy submas for free chocolates day !!

[leggerefiore]

Fuuucckkk I had this promot in my head right after Christmas... whatever I'll just send it now before I forget lol

Your S/O getting back from work and opening the bedroom door to you failing to wrap yourself in a present ribbon sexily and being in a tangled mess

cw: 18+ content, not explicit, comedy

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Cyrus, Lear, Grimsley, Nanu, Rika, Cyllene

It was supposed to be easy.

Really, you had followed the guide online and tried desperately to get the ribbon to dip in your curves and extenuate everything you wanted it to. Sexy had been the goal… A nice surprise to greet your beloved after work. Except… Well, it did not go that way. Not at all.

Your arm ended up stuck behind your back, while your other could not reach where you needed it to get out of the situation. Awkwardly, you laid out on the bed you planned to pose on, struggling to escape the trap you had got yourself in. Sexy, certainly you were not, flailing like a Magikarp on land. It was an odd form of torture.

It only grew worse when you heard the bedroom door open.

Your eyes went wide as…

▲Ingo▼

● It had been a bit earlier than he expected when the Subway Boss had been able to pull away from work. Heading home was a special treat for the holidays. He wanted to argue. Of course, when he got home, he had been a bit shocked by how quiet the apartment was. All the lights were off, and there was no sound of his partner making any sound. Concern entered his mind, but he opted to check the bedroom first before getting stressed out. Naps could happen at any time, after all. He found himself opening the door with careful regard on possibly not disturbing them. However, the sight that greeted him was far more mind-boggling.

● Candles were lit in the bedroom as he saw you “wrapped” up on the bed, frozen in your spot. The sight of you scantily clad would have normally made him more flustered, but he felt far more concerned by how your arm was stuck behind you. He rushed to your side to help undo the knot while asking what had transpired to cause this circumstance. You remained silent, clearly flustered by being spotted in your struggle. In the end, the mood was ruined. Ingo was far too concerned, and you were exhausted from your struggle. An evening of cuddling on the couch was had instead.

△Emmet▽

○ The younger twin had managed to get off earlier than usual, having sped around to finish up all his duties as quickly as he could. He had the full intention of going home and seeing his darling. Oh, he had been so busy! Verrrry busy. Emmet felt so exhausted from the tireless work of the holidays and excited by the prospect of getting some time alone with his partner. He crept into the home, wishing to surprised them. However, he was caught off-guard by the darkness. Tilting his head, he walled through the apartment. Were they napping? He opened the door of the bedroom and peered inside. The sight made him freeze.

○ You were laid out on the bed, tied up uncomfortably in an attempt at lingerie. His cheeks puffed out as he began to laugh at the sight. Your expression was pure mortification. The seduction attempt had failed hard, it seemed. He walked towards you, clearly coming to free you from the binding fabric. Well, that was what you thought. His eyes were dark as he pinned you down. “Mmm… I can tie you far better, darling,” the smile on his lips was simply too mischievous. Your arm was freed, but your wrists were caught instead by him. It seemed the lingerie still had been effective. Task… failed successfully?

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The Galactic Boss had the full intention of working as late as he could, but his staff simply seemed intent on getting off. It was annoying. He had not picked workers like this. Even his commanders wanted off to do whatever people did this time of year. Dates, from his understanding. He grumbled as he walked in the snowy weather towards his apartment. Whatever, he would demand overtime in exchange for this. He found himself at his front door before he knew it, stepping inside to a dark home. Tensing up for a moment, he wondered if something had happened. It was not that late. Heading to the bedroom, he opened the door to go change into lounge clothes. Instead, he was greeted by a sight.

☄️ You were frozen in place on the bed with a mess of fabric wrapping your body. Your arm was stuck behind your back. A sigh left Cyrus. What in the world was this supposed to be? You barely had time to react as he walked past you with the intent of changing still on his mind. This was disrupted by you calling out to him. He turned around and glanced at you. A simple tug at a knot had you freed from your fabric prison. “… I'm unsure what you were attempting with this,” he murmured before finally getting out of his work clothes. You caught him before he could redress himself, not wanting to give up. A sigh left him. It seemed that you were demanding more of his attention. … Well, he did have some frustrations to work out, he supposed.

👑Lear💎

🪙 The prince finally broke away from his duties with the full intention of retreating into his quarters and not being bothered until the following day. Truly, events had been happening left and right and requiring his oversight and attention. A break was something he felt immensely desperate for. He found himself walking through his quarters while lost in thought. It had been a moment since he had alone time with his partner. A certain restlessness blossomed in his chest as his feet carried him faster to his bedroom. He only stopped when it came into view.

🪙 You sprawled out on his bed would be a welcome sight if you had not looked so strange. He had to take off his sunglasses to make sure the sight before him was not some strange illusion. You looked as if you were bound on his bed by colourful fabric. He stepped toward you as you clearly attempted to pretend you were not there. “… I'm not…” He found himself tugging you free of bindings of fabric, unintentionally leaving you completely bare to him, “D-did Hoopa do this!?” His reply made you burst out laughing from the absurdity of the thought. Hoopa… doing that. Somehow. He then got frustrated as you laughed at his assertion. There was no fun that night.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ The Gambler decided against more than a quick game of roulette. It was the holidays, after all. He barely had any money after getting gifts… Of course, lady luck had been kind to him, and a big payout had come from his single game. Bring mindful for once in his life, he decided to play it safe and take his winnings home with him. Besides… He had a strange urge to spend the night with his partner rather than in the arms of his biggest vice. So, he entered the apartment and called out to you. It was dark, however. He blinked. Asleep already? He doubted that. Entering your bedroom, he peered inside. The sight greeting him made him chuckle.

♡ You were sprawled out on the bed in a bad attempt at present lingerie. He bad been there and done that… Not a good time. The embarrassment from being caught like that was plain to see from your body language. Grimsley easily untied you from your binding. Before you could go to attempt to explain it, he pressed his lips against your own. Icy eyes pierced your very being as he instead used the fabric to tie up your wrists in a lovely bow. “Oh, man, what a gift,” he teased, “… Of course, you don't mind if I indulge myself, do you?” It seemed you were in for a long night as he threw himself into his second-biggest vice.

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

🌑 The Kahuna had been wandering Ula'Ula vacantly due to the increased tourist presence on the island. It always seemed to make the Tapu restless… Annoying as that was. He wondered if he should really spend his time intervening or just like the guardian deity act like he had for the store built on sacred grounds. It was mostly pointless, he felt. So, he found himself trailing back to Route 17, ready to turn in for the day. Nothing was happening. So, he opened the door to the station. He blinked at the sight greeting him.

🌑 You were on the floor, struggling to escape some kind of fabric wrapped around your body. The Meowths had gathered around you and watched on in various emotions. He stepped over and easily untied you from the mess you had seemingly gotten yourself into. You were now lying naked on his floor. “… I'm not even going to ask,” he deadpanned and moved to crash on the couch. You were clearly displeased with this response and followed after him. This resulted in him being pinned against the couch. It seemed you were not asking. Nanu just accepted his fate.

👔Rika🌶

�� Geeta could be a bit too demanding, Rika found. She was not the sort to usually complain, but she really wanted some time off. Work mode got tiding after a while, and all she wanted was to go home and crash. The holidays should not have been crunch time, but it always felt that way with the number of challengers jumping after getting their first pokemon. She rubbed her eyes as she finally found herself heading to her apartment. The door swung open to reveal a dark, quiet scene. Shaking her head, she turned her sights to the bedroom. Really… She was about to crash, too. A nap with her partner sounded wonderful. Yet… She stopped after opening the door. The sight on the other side made her blink a few times and reached to pull out her glasses.

🟤 You were bound on the bed in a clearly uncomfortable position with glittery fabric. She trailed over to the bed, red eyes, inquisitive and confused. “… I…” Perhaps it was the sheer tiredness from work, but she burst out laughing after attempting to speak. You looked at her with a far too huffy expression, making it worse. Eventually, she broke out of it enough to untie you from your ribbon prison. You crossed your arms over your bare chest as she attempted to grasp your shoulders. “Babe, I'm sorry,” she said between laughs, “Look, you have to admit it was funny.” You would later on. The mood, however, was very much destroyed.

🌙Cyllene🌌

🌕 The Survey Corps Captain felt as if her endless amount of work would suffocate her one day. Yet, she also found herself unwilling to pull away from it until she absolutely had to. Laventon had been expressing his concern far too frequently and made her simply stop for the evening. According to him, it was actually some holidays back in his home country, and seeing her work as usual was killing him. So, she took off early and headed to her home, watching as snow began to dust the village. Sliding open the door to her home, she took off her sandals and perked up her head to see… An odd sight.

🌕 You laid out on her futon, wrapped in strange fabric. Her hands were on her hips as you writhed and tried to escape the binding of them. How had this happened… She felt a headache forming just attempting to think this through. It was no doubt self-inflicted, at least. You seemed flustered as she came forward and pulled out a short sword she always kept on her person. The blade cut through the fabric and freed you from its hold. “… I'm only going to ponder what your goal is,” she remarked, not wanting an actual answer. This made you whine and reach out to embrace her. She was in no way seduced nor entertained.

[smallestapplin]

You know why I'm here give them the thing

;)

Ro my platonic beloved, thank you. >:))

This is a Zoroark hybrid Ingo&Emmet x reader

Reader uses they/them but is AFAB.

🔞18+Only!🔞

Blankshippers DNI!

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The Zoroark hybrids that run the station are beloved by most of not all, the twins just love their job.

However the two differ in many ways.

Ingo, the older by a few minutes twin is the prime example of a good man, hard working, kind, polite, respectful, but stern, and works hard for everyone’s safety. Black and red pointed ears are perfect for listening for anything.

Emmet however wasn’t much like his brother, with light markings covering his face and body, grey and red tipped ears carefully listen for any danger, despite him most likely being the danger itself.

The hybrids work in sync and act in sync most of the time, but the biggest thing they differ on is humans.

Ingo holds too much respect and is very prudish.

Emmet however adores just how much smaller their human passengers are compared to him, and much weaker too! It’s so cute.

While the younger twin always had a fascination with humans, it didn’t truly kick off until he had you in his life. Once more, compared to him you’re small, but you’re an amazing trainer and actually sass him back.

He knew mating you was the right choice, you are perfect for him!

Two years into dating, after all his scenting, he finally gave you a bonding mark to signify you’re his mate now. And Emmet couldn’t be happier!

You’ve only met Ingo a small handful of times, due to his workaholic nature, and Emmet wanted you two to meet more! He wanted his mate and brother to get along. However Ingo thinks he’s hiding it well, even now as he scolds his younger brother.

“I can’t believe you’d think of our human passengers in such a way! They are not meant for your pleasure, this is extremely rude!”

Emmet knew he didn’t hide his magazine very well, but he didn’t expect his brother to accidentally find it, Emmet only wanted it cause it gave him ideas to try with you!

Though the younger twin could only roll his eyes. He knew Ingo loved your scent, every time Emmet would come home after spending time with you, Ingo’s nose would follow.

“Sounds like to me you’ve never gotten with a human.”

“Why would that matter!?”

Ingo almost flinches at the smug look his brother gives him

“You know what? I think I have the perfect person who can help with this, cause truly you’re missing out on just how addicting they taste, and just how warm they are, even better is just how tightly they hold m-“

“ENOUGH!”

Emmet laughs at how flustered his brother became. But he did his job, now it was the waiting game. Ingo was never one to make moves, so he just had to wait for him to overthink it.

Those Emmet did instantly go to you after that interaction, his pale grey fluffy ears tilted down as he pouted. He told you everything and wanted to make sure if his brother even did agree, which was unlikely, would you be okay with it?

You thought it over and said yes, from what Emmet tells you of his brother, he’s much calmer than your feral mate of a hybrid, so it shouldn’t be rough like with Emmet.

The day Ingo agreed they were at your home within an hour. Emmet casually chatted away mentioning what the safe word was and that ‘you’ll finally see why humans make sure good mates! And maybe you’ll go find your own after this.’

Oh how wrong Emmet was.

Emmet sat behind you, letting you to sit up while laying in the bed. Your mate was quick to strip you of your clothes.

But Ingo wouldn’t look, his face matching the tips of his Zoroark ears with how red he was.

“Don’t be such a prude now! You’re going to miss how gorgeous they look!”

“Em calm down. Ingo it’s okay, you can back out anytime, don’t force yourself.” You we’re nervous too, but having Emmet hold you from behind was comforting.

Ingo can feel his heart beating out of his chest, while he always did find your scent very pleasant, the scent now was more akin to a heat, yet you speak to him so soothingly. You’re too kind to him.

The older hybrid tries to steel his nerves but a soft moan of yours makes him look over.

Seeing how reactive you are to his brother’s touch makes it hard to breathe. Emmet is kissing you so passionately while tugging and pinching your nipples, your moans, despite being muffled, sound so sweet. Your scent is only getting stronger, clouding the hybrid’s mind.

When Emmet pulls away from the kiss, he slips a hand down to your wet heat, spreading your pussy lips open.

“If you don’t hurry up I’m taking over.”

Something flared up in Ingo and it was like he was moving on autopilot. The older twin moves over top of you, despite the heavy blush on his face he had to ask.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind, I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable.” Your breathless voice almost makes him tremble.

You’re always so sweet, but voice even sweeter. He takes a deep breath before kissing down your body, always looking up at your when you move or make a sound. He’s so worried he’s going to hurt you.

Emmet removes his hand, bring it back up to fondle your chest, teasing your nipples and kissing your neck. You always make the cutest sounds.

“Spread your legs like a good slut.”

Ingo didn’t know why but he felt enraged by his brother’s words to you, despite you whimpering and doing as told, making room for the older hybrid.

But the older twin’s attention was instantly back on you and your dripping cunt, the smell alone had him drooling. He moves his hands to rest on your outer thighs, holding you open.

He looks up at you one more time. Your eyes shimmer with lust from all of Emmet’s teasing, but he didn’t think about that as you stared down at him.

To Ingo he was the only one.

He steadies himself before leaning in, you smell so delectable. Ingo takes a slow lick from your dripping hole to your clit, moaning right along aside you.

“See? Good right?” Emmet chuckles to himself. You’ve fallen limp against him, so Ingo must be doing something right.

You taste so good, he wants more, he needs more of you and your flavor. Without hesitation Ingo buries his face into your pussy, moaning as he slurps up your slick.

Emmet coos into your neck, soaking up all your sweet cries, you’re always so cute like this, his sweet mate, so generous and kind. Seeing you lose your mind to pleasure is one of his favorite things!

You grip Emmet’s pants legs as your back arches, the feeling of Ingo’s tongue eating you like he’s been starved is too good.

He doesn’t let up, Ingo only pulls you closer, lips moving to your clit, his moans and growls vibrate against you.

“Ah! C-cumming!”

Your hands move to the top of Ingo’s head, gripping his hair and grinding against his face.

Emmet sinks his sharp teeth into (what he calls) your bonding mark. The pain mixing with the pleasure sends you over the edge.

Whilst Ingo’s eye rolls back at you taking your pleasure from him as he licks up all you have to offer.

You try to catch your breath but Ingo doesn’t stop. He grinds his dick against the bed, moving his tongue back to your clit, lathering it up in his spit.

One of the older twins hands move from itself spot on your thigh and moves two fingers to your wet slit, making sure his fingers were perfectly coated before pushing them in.

You toss your head back into Emmet’s shoulder, whining loudly. Your boyfriend only kisses your cheek and chuckles.

“See? I told you they were addicting!”

Ingo doesn’t respond, almost like he didn’t even hear the other man speak. Once Ingo was sure you were stretched enough he started thrusting his fingers in and out, curling them trying to find that spot he read about.

You cry out and squirm at the feeling of him finger fucking you senseless, his fingers abuse your sweet spot no matter how much your squirm.

“Mm! Ingo, s-slow down!”

He can only process you calling for him, him! He’s being a good mate for you! Your loud whines and squeals make his cock twitch against the bed.

Emmet coos softly at you, grinding his dick against your back, you sound and smell so good! His tongue glides up your neck and into your mouth, muffling all your pretty sounds.

You mind is hazy, the pleasure too much and the lack of air not helping. Ingo won’t stop, if anything he speeds up, his muffled sounds only bring you closer to the edge once more, and Emmet’s nonstop teasing, you’re quickly overwhelmed.

You cum again, breaking the sloppy kiss with Emmet in your harsh movements. You thought Ingo would be the gentle twin, but it seems you’re wrong.

Ingo almost cums with you, but his cock feels backed up, he needs to cum so badly, he needs to cum in you, to claim you.

He pulls away, from the nose down is covered in your juices that he is determined to lick up.

“Are you alright, darling?” You feel Emmet nuzzle against your cheek to get your attention.

You make a sound to let him know you can hear you, usually you last longer than two orgasms but Ingo was ruthless about eating you out.

Your mate whines softly, gently kissing his bite mark on your shoulder.

“Apologies brother, but we must cut this short, at least for now, my mate-“

Emmet’s eyes widen as he’s cut off by a low threatening growl, and you swiftly yanked away from him. Emmet grips your shoulders and pulls you back to him, completely covering you with his body.

Both twin hybrids snarling at each other, neither look away from the other.

“Give me my mate.”

Emmet is appalled his brother would even think that! You’re Emmet’s mate, a bonded mate at that! Not his brother’s.

“They are my mate, I said I’d let you see what you’re missing with a human for a mate, not hand over mine.”

The two growl for a moment more until Ingo relents.

“…please just, one more, I want to feel more, you were right, humans are perfect for us, but please!” Ingo kept pausing in between words, he desperately wants to call you his mate, but he always wants to feel you around him.

Emmet glares, eyes looking for any signs that his brother might try something before turning to you. You look more alert, so that’s a good sign.

“My sweet mate, do you want to go any further? Or do you want to rest? Either is fine, you’re verrry important to me.”

You gather yourself before nodding.

“Verbal answer, darling. We won’t do anything unless you say.”

Emmet makes a sound almost like a grumbly purr at your expression, gazing at him so sweetly and fondly.

“Yes, I’d like to keep going.”

“Safe word?”

“Peach.”

“Good mate.”

Ingo nearly growls at the times Emmet calls you his mate, you should be Ingo’s mate, he’d treat you so much better.

Emmet glances at Ingo one last time before handing you over.

Ingo’s black and red tail is heard thumping against the bed. He quickly pulls you under him, covering you with his entire body, cooing and nuzzles his face against yours.

Being affectionate must run in the family.

It does not and Emmet glares suspiciously at his twin.

You’re so caught up by the older twin’s affection you didn’t notice him moving his pants down, until you feel him grind his cock against you.

Your reaction is instant, your breathing quickens a little as you’re still sensitive from him eating you out.

Ingo holds you close, your chests pressed together, his head buried in your neck on the opposite side of where Emmet’s mark is.

You shakily grip onto the back of his shirt, not knowing how he’s going to act.

The older twin lines himself up and slowly slips into. Your whine is instantly drowned out by Ingo’s loud moans.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I can’t- M’sorry.”

You didn’t grasp what he meant until he shoves the rest of his cock into you.

You arch you back, whining and clawing at his back, while he almost sobs at the perfect feeling of you around him.

Ingo moves his hands to the backs of your knees and lifting them, so they are almost touching your ears, he puts his weight down, forcing his cock to go deeper.

Though tears fall down your face he doesn’t wait, you feel so good! Too good!

Your body shakes from the impact of his harsh thrusts. You can’t move with the way he has you pinned, you can only cry out.

The wet slapping of skin echo with each lewd moan you two let out. He’s hitting so deep inside you, just bullying his cock into you and your sweet spot.

Ingo has never felt anything this good, no matter how much he prepped you, you’re still so snug on his cock, he can’t wait to shove his knot in you.

Emmet however is torn between glaring at his selfish twin and looking to you in concern. Sure he’s made you cry, fucked you stupid, and fucked you until you passed out, you loved those things, but Ingo is not your mate and if Ingo gets it in his that your his and tries to knot you.

Emmet will quickly become an only child. Though he will have to be quick, once knotted he won’t be able to get his brother off you.

Though the younger twin cannot deny, you look delicious like this, your face contorted in pleasure, your chest heaving for air, tears sliding down your cheeks, with the soft sound of ‘ah! Ah! Ah!’ With each thrust.

“S-slooow d-ah! Ingo!” You cum again, gushing all over the feral hybrids dick.

Ingo cries out with you, your cunt furiously trying to milk his cock, but it’s not enough.

You squeal at the feeling is his knot battering against your pussy, your vision blurs and you blindly reach for something, anything for comfort.

Emmet quickly reaches over to grab one of your hands. Only to be stopped when Ingo grabs your hand, intertwining it with his, with a dangerous growl.

“I-ah! C-can’t! Fuck! Please, s-sensitive!” You squeal, body trying to thrashing and get away from the never ending pleasure.

Emmet doesn’t know what to do, his mind racing but instincts are taking over.

Much like Ingo’s, who finally slams his knot into you and buries his teeth into your neck to claim you.

“Mate! Mate! Take it, take it!” His voice muffled and slurred into your neck as he makes sure to leave a good bond mark, while his hot cum floods and overflows from your wrecked body.

You practically scream out, cumming again before laying limp against the bed, mind foggy, and pitifully whining for your mate, for Emmet.

Emmet is trying not to froth at the mouth, his gut twisting in rage, how could his brother do this to his poor sweet mate!? He trusted Ingo!

You soft whines, despite Ingo nuzzling against your from his place, grab Emmet’s attention, after all this you still call to him.

But with Ingo’s animalistic behavior it’s tricky, Emmet doesn’t want to put you in danger or harm you, especially in the process and him beating the shit out of his brother after this.

The second his knot is out of you and your safe, Emmet will prove he is the better of the two, not after being an only child.

But you need him right now more than ever.

He made one move towards you, to cup your face, and was greeted with Ingo trying to bite his hand and pulling you away from the ghostly hybrid.

“Em….please.”

The twins don’t say anything, only stare the other down.

“You’re being verrry selfish right now, they want me, are you going to hurt them by denying them that?”

Ingo seems to think it over before putting his face back near his bite mark, cleaning it up.

Emmet moves closer to you free side.

“My sweet mate, how are you?”

Despite being so out of you, you can tell he’s stressed.

“M’fine, please, I just.” You move your hand closest to him to bring his hand to your face, which allows you to nuzzle into the palm of his hand.

You are the sweetest mate he could ask for, truly, and so cute.

His brother will pay for this in blood.

[goldenworldsabound]

I just feel this extreme urge to yell at any who will listen about how great Ingo is and my 5000 headcanons about him and also some about Emmet too

for one they are neurodivergent as hell. Maybe autistic specifically? I'm not sure!!! But like. No way are my boys neurotypical.

It shouldn't have to be said but BL*NKSHIPPING DNI...I do not ship the brothers together, ew.

HCs about Ingo specifically -

fidgets with hat when anxious/shy/flustered

if hat is not available then he defaults to his tie

loves to info dump and will go on for hours if allowed (I enjoy this very much)

we all know he's very bad at expressing himself with facial expressions but he feels things very deeply and is very verbose in general, even when not info dumping

vibrates leg/foot rapidly when excited

no volume control

never half asses things - if he is going to do something, he will read up about it in detail, follow the instructions to the letter, and become an expert in it. Reasons I HC he's actually a pretty solid cook. (Emmet acts as sous chief uwu)

makes a lot of hand gestures while he talks, but people don't always notice because he looks so calm.

Jokes can definitely go over his head if they're too subtle. He has a habit of missing them and responding with a completely serious answer.

HCs about Emmet specifically -

Emmet smiles all the time happy or not because he learned that people like smiles and so he just stuck with it and it's force of habit now.

Feels things very deeply also, but really struggles to express his feelings at all, through words or change in expression. He's actually just as hard to read as Ingo is but people don't realize it because he's very good at acting happy since he picked that up early.

When anxious/flustered/shy he fidgets with the edges of his coat. If coat is not available, he'll fidget with his shirt sleeves.

Happy stim!!! flaps arms!

loves to cuddle Ingo and be physically affectionate

dramatic gestures with his entire body.

does all manner of silly things specifically to get Ingo to laugh and smile and generally be amused, but also because it's fun.

Does the echolalia "must repeat funny phrase or phrase stuck in my head 20 thousand times" thing frequently. Imagine him quoting memes at Ingo constantly and repeatedly. Ingo does not mind.

Both of them are on the asexual spectrum!

That is what I have for now! :D hope you enjoyed my HCs about beloved train boys

[dumpthestorys]

Subway Pole Dancing

in where ingo and emmet catch their s/o pole dancing on the subway cameras.

Ingo

listen its late and this poor man has the night shift

running on like three cups of coffee and is working on his fourth

the depot agent that usually takes over for the subway bosses at night called in. so being the understanding boss he is ingo took over

it was only him and maybe a handful of depot agents. most of who were absent from the monitoring room

now im not going to say s/o was a little upset that ingo took the night shift to leave her all alone….

but she was upset that ingo took the night shift and left her alone

sipping from his freshly poured fourth cup of coffee, ingo checked over the paper work from that nights train maintenance. for the most part the night was normal and ran slow, as usual

all it took was one glance up at a random monitor for ingo to spit out the mouthful he just took from his mug to see his s/o spinning around on a pole with her legs wrapped around it.

she switched poses, walked around the pole before climbing to the top to do a mid-air split. spun around on that bitch. it was mesmerizing

he stared as she worked that pole as if she had done this her whole life

wait she can pole dance??? since when??

ingo immediately slammed his clipboard and coffee onto the console [bby be careful those aint cheap] and staring bugged eyed at the monitor as his face slowly grew hotter.

he quickly fumbled with the buttons on the consol to turn on the pa system for that particular train car.

“BELOVED PLEASE STOP SPINNING AROUND ON THAT POLE!! THAT IS UNSAFE AND IM CERTAIN ITS AGAINST SOME SAFTY REGULATION!!!!”

did i say the pa system for THAT train car? i meant the whole station.

depot agents everywhere were confused and looking around, some in a short panic cause ingo used his conductor voice that could wake the dead in kanto.

once the train came to a stop, s/o was greeted by a very flustered and red faced subway boss who stuttered every other word.

“b-beloved…” he was beyond flustered, mark him down as deceased.

needless to say, he never took another night shift again.

Emmet

this poor man has had a long day. too many back to back battles.

tho he isnt complaining too much cause he won the majority of them.

but someone was going to get a stern talking to about over scheduling battles in one day.

to top it all off he had to do overtime cause the trains automated system needed to be updated. the depot agent in charge of that got hurt trying to separate some rowdy passengers. thus, emmet was working late.

now this wasnt unusual for the man cause he was as much of a workaholic as his brother. so his s/o was use to these late night shifts.

tho she wasnt mad she sure was lonely.

like, really lonely.

like, “let me go see my husband in the dead of night and tease him” lonely.

so while emmet sat in his chair and made sure all the systems got updated, he played around with a stress toy of a jigglypuff someone left behind.

it was cute cause if ya squeeze it its eyes bugged out.

emmet did that several times while laid back in a chair, occasionally looking up at the laptop to check the progress of the updates.

while doing so, lo and behold~ something on the monitor has piqued his interest.

and on his battle line subway train no less.

it was his lovely s/o~ the light of his life~ his beautiful-wait what is she doing with that pole????

the grip he had on that jiggilypuff was so strong not only did its eyes bugg out they exploded

emmets smile grew ten time that night.

his s/o worked that pole as if life itself depended on it!

no way in hell was he going to watch this from a monitor! by arceus he was going to get front row seats!!!

emmet raced out of that office faster than a pikachu could recharge a battery.

he beelined past depot agents and late night passengers alike. the only thing that could stop him now was if a horde of joltiks busted out of the ground and dragged him in!

needless to say, the show was so much better upfront. and there was a possibility you needed assistance getting back to the car.

[bitebitesnap]

Ask game requests,

You don't have to do them if you do t want to!

🎮 - What’s their favorite game?

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

👗 - How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress?

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

☕ - Coffee or tea?

🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them?

-☆Victory☆ anon.

I straight up forgot this was in my inbox.

🎮 - What’s their favorite game?

Emmet's more the gamer than Ingo. He mainly plays in survival and base building games, he likes the thrill of them and being able to see how far he's progressed. Ingo prefers more adventure types. The story is what he mainly plays for so you'll find him playing games where the gameplay might be lacking but the story is riveting.

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

Emmet can't sleep without holding something. Anything from a stuffed Galvantula or Eelektross to a pillow will work.

Ingo doesn't quite rest well in silence. He needs some kind of noise or he's awake long past his scheduled time. Normally he sleeps with a small fan or air purifier-mostly to cut down the dust and dandruff from Emmet's Galvantula.

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

Both are pretty similar in that you are just, you. You chose them over all other options despite their quirks. They may compliment different things about you, but in the end it's always because you are you.

👗 - How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress?

Emmet has been dragged into 'fashion shows' with Elesa and her wardrobe. She sometimes gets bigger items that don't fit so she coerces him to screw around with her to wear them. He will not wear them in public or in front of his brother. Any other time outside of Elesa's play he will aggressively refuse. Ingo doesn't quite like the feeling of not wearing pants. So no. Unless Elesa convinces him to wear a skirt over his pants then maybe. For the same reason, anyone else he's saying no at all costs.

☕ - Coffee or tea?

Coffee 90% of the time. Ingo is more complacent with tea but prefers coffee.

🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them?

Most anything works for him, as he always responds with the same line of his name but using the pet name instead with a soft little blush over his nose. But call Emmet anything super cutesy and he gets pouty. He's a man and wants to be seen as one.

Ingo really likes being called elegant pet names like darling or beloved. Every time he flusters, stammering over his words and blushing hard.

[leggerefiore]

“Wh-what are you doing?” Ingo felt his eyes go wide as he entered your shared bedroom. The poor Zoroark hybrid had never felt so confused in his life. You had Erin sat in your lap in his Zorua form. While that was not so odd, it was the condition of the small fox kit. A frilly blue dress was on him, complimenting the light tips of colour at the edge of his grey fur.

“He saw Emma in one and looked sad about being left out,” you explained, “Doesn't he look adorable?” Erin let out a small arf in reply and wagged his tail. Ingo felt flustered. He did look cute, yes. He looked no matter what, but dressing him up in those strange pokemon clothes felt belittling to the poor boy.

“… I just… don't know how I feel about it,” he looked away. The thought of you dressing him up in human clothing while in he was in his Zoroark form felt embarrassing, yet… Somehow, having the strange realisation that he was technically naked made him more flustered. Maybe it would not be so bad for him. His eyes drifted back a little. “Do you like it, Erin?” he asked. Erin seemed to eagerly agree. He sighed. Well, if he was okay with it. He supposed he could enjoy the sight of his son dressed up cutely instead of debating the smallest of nuances.

~

“Oh, I also got you something,” you had told Ingo later that day after Erin had gone off to do something else. He eagerly nodded and followed you back to the bedroom. You stepped away into the closet for a moment and pulled out a paper bag. Placing it on his lap, you took a step back and smiled. He opened the bag carefully and peered inside. Red was the first thing he noted, before pulling out a nice long-tailed suit coat and matching slacks. The rest of the attire was soon to follow. It became clear what the outfit was. A butler uniform made to match the red of his Zoroark form.

“Dearest…” he wanted to act offended, but the outfit simply felt too cute, “Ah, thank you.” Your big-eyed stare told him exactly what you wanted. “… I'll put it on. Please, give me a moment.” It felt strange dressing himself outside his human form, but he did it nonetheless. The outfit fit him surprisingly well, too, not making his movement uncomfortable at all.

You gasped and applauded when he stepped out of the bathroom in full attire, even daring to sneak on the monocle still. Something inside him felt a rare mischievous. He leaned forward to bow politely. “My beloved master, whatever may I do for you?” he questioned. You did not miss a beat as you proceeded to give him an “order.”

It seemed it was going to be an exciting evening.

[leggerefiore]

Me, playing with Frosmoth Ingo's neck fluff and singing a little song cause I love it so much: Fluffy fluff~ Fluffy fluff~ So cute and soft~

Ingo, blushing so hard it looks like he might explode: I-is it really so fascinating to you, dearest?

Me: Yeah! =D I love the way it feels in my hands. The texture is like nothing else! And it's attached to my wonderful hubby too ❤ *pecks Ingo on the cheek*

This kills the domestic mothman💔

Ingo's neck fluff is so soft and almost feels like snow. It's a perfect way to cool off and cuddle with your beloved mothman. Ingo, however, is dying. Poor baby will be flustered over someone appreciating his odd body. He has one pair of arms wrapped around you and the other covering his flushed face.

Unrelated, but this reminded me of how nice it'd be to cuddle with the Zoroark twins since they're both so, so fluffy and well groomed. Just burying for face into your Hisuian Zoroark bf's mane. Nothing else going on.

[smallestapplin]

Fierce deity submas?🤔

*screams internally*

Once again, Zed @onestepbackwards my beloved, came up with this first, and it’s just been us going back and forth on it. It’s been a hot minute since we spoke about this, but LEMME TELL YOU-

Majora’s Mask submas! Sfw

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To start off, they are normal villagers in clock town, they are simply helping with the festival preparations! Building and tinkering with what they can.

They aren’t found of how the towns folk swear up and down that, the moon isn’t getting closer. It worries them.

Then you showed up, a frazzled looking person, looking so hurt but in a rush. Every time the two would see you, you’d be running somewhere.

They aren’t aware they, and everyone else, is stuck in a time loop.

They aren’t aware you know them, they aren’t aware they are your best friends here.

You know everything about them, but you had to reset time once more, and every-time it was the start of meeting them all over again.

They know you look at them with such fondness, yet you seem so sad!

Emmet is always quick to greet you first, declaring he knows exactly how to cheer you up! Dragging Ingo right behind him.

And it’ll be the start of your friendship all over again.

They break the loop, only when they kept feeling like they were reliving the days over and over again. They asked you about it, saying everything felt so familiar.

Your shocked expression was the final nail in the coffin for them, like a mental barrier broke. Now ever loop they are rushing to find you.

“Hero! There you are, we have been looking everywhere!”

“Herrro! How mean!”

It’s nice to have people remember you, and help you.

They offer you more information if you get stuck, they have lived here their whole lives! They know the ins and outs like it’s their job.

They are both incredibly curious, wanting to know what each mask does and how you got it.

Ingo can inform you of side quests, and about the people.

While Emmet can tell you about the land, and where secrets are.

They will say the most romantic things with the masks.

You are sitting in between them, watching the dawn of the new day rise. You hold one of their hands, happy that hell is finally over with.

Emmet lays his head on your head, while Ingo lays his head on your shoulder.

You feel one of them playing with a mask you’re carrying.

“You know, sometimes I think you’re our mask of stone. Cause when we’re with you, it’s like no one else can find us.”

They chuckle at seeing you blush.

“When with you, it’s like my heart has a bunny hood with how fast it beats.”

Their laughter echoes in the air, seeing guy cover your face, trying to hide how flustered you are.

“What? You could put on your mask if truth to know we love you.”

“Hehe darrrrling! You’re awfully cute.”

They will be the death of you.

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As for them getting the Fierce Deity’s mask, that all depends on you.

You’ve completed every side quest, acquired all the masks, all that was left was trading them in.

And you did, walking into the moon and sacrificing all the masks, only to be given the Fierce Deity’s mask by the child at the tree.

After all is said and done, they follow you, and wanting to adventure with you. They love you, they don’t want to leave you!

You were ambushed, holding your own but just barely, when the mask was knocked off your satchel.

Neither twin here knows how to fight, but they know that mask in particular is strong, so one twin shoots forward to grab it, wearing it.

You’ll wake up on one twin’s lap, as he sighs in relief, near tears he was so worried!

Then in front of you kneels a nearly eight feet tall version of your other beloved.

Appearing as one with the mask. Silver hair turned white, eyes pure white, the red strips across his cheeks poking out from his side burns, and blue crest marking for all to see.

The enemies had long since been dealt with.

But he hadn’t taken the mask off, wanting to make sure you were okay, and that no one else was coming.

His large gloved hand reaches towards you, cupping your cheek. His expression doesn’t change, but he lets out a near muted sigh when you lean into his affection.

When the mask finally comes off, the twin that was wearing it is exhausted.

The mask is powerful, but it takes a lot out of them just to wear it.

- when wearing the fierce deity’s mask there are a few changes to them that become apparent.

- Height is one of them, the deity of the mask is large, so wearing his mask it’ll fuse you two together.

- Making you as equally tall, around 8’2ft, but you won’t only be tall, you will grow in mass too. Ingo and Emmet are skinny men in general, but when wearing the deity’s mask they become strong enough to take on armies.

- Of course their normal silver hair goes white, and their normal silver eyes disappear.

- They rock the armor ngl-

[leggerefiore]

cw: fluff, pla Ingo

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You sighed as you watched the grey clouds swirl in the great sky above. A chilly breeze blew through the air and left a lingering cool about as you moved closer to the Warden sitting beside you. There were few challengers for him today, and training had slowed down to a staggering halt in the Galaxy Team due to the approaching winter season. The morning often greeted you with frost and frozen water, but you found little reason to worry. Ingo hummed and wrapped a tender arm around you, pressing your body closer to his.

The lovely warmth of him was never something to be understated. In fact, rather, it was one of his easily most beloved feature. A certain soft heat he constantly emanated. Zisu gave a sweet smile at you two from her post and waved a curt goodbye as she headed to the HQ. There was a meeting about something you had not really cared to give much mind. Your inclusion in the Survey Corp was more a courtesy to Professor Laventon than an actual needed position. You had moved in with Ingo, after all. Irida had also stated many, many times that you were more than welcome to join her clan if you would like.

“… I think I need an arsenal of fire types,” you sighed. Ingo shook his head. A bit ironic, but you supposed his recollection of his past life was much beyond him. The joy his eyes would have lit up with back in Unova if a small horde of Litwicks greeted him after a long shift at the station. Those days seemed so far away from you now, but so dearly missed. Both of you had no idea how pleasant the mediocrity and peace of your existence had been. The only shake-ups being some powerful trainer, Team Plasma activities, or whatever mess Emmet could create with his army of Joltiks.

“You know, back home,” you turned to look the silver-haired man in his eyes, “You actually had a ghost-type as your starter.” Those eyes of his suddenly shifted to hold a distant melancholy. His inability to remember his past life bothered him. You often tried to help him however you could, easily answering questions and recalling events you believed were important to him.

“Ah, I must say… They do give me a good scare sometimes,” his voice was nothing but kind despite the small sadness he clearly held, “But something inside of me finds them cute. Whenever I see that Typhlosion the professor brought, I feel something strange in my head… Like a distant flame burning in the night while I stumble around a place.” You giggled at his half-recollection. It was accurate. Many times you caught him sneaking off to the bathroom or kitchen, using Chandelure alone for light. The sweet luring pokemon would have followed her trainer to the ends of the earth if he wanted.

“Mhm, that's about right, Ingo,” you giggled, “Your pokemon had the same typing as a Hisuian Typhlosion does.”

“… Perhaps I should see if I could procure one from the professor,” Ingo wondered aloud.

“Chandelure was a jealous type,” you continued on, “She got upset whenever you looked at another ghost type. Once I brought home a Sableye that a Hoennian friend had gifted me, and she threw a fit. I had no idea lighting fixtures could sulk until she did.” You adored how his eyes shifted. A certain gentleness returned to them, and the corners of his mouth twitched up. He was always so stoic, but you loved the subtle ways he expressed himself. (Of course, if you were too worried, he would openly speak his feelings if asked.) His eyes always showed his true feelings, and he was so easy to fluster.

In fact…

You shifted to grasp his cheeks with your hand, feeling their chill in your warmed hands. Leaning forward, you nuzzled your nose against his before pecking a quick kiss to his lips. By the time you were done, his cheeks bloomed with vibrant colour. “I love you, Ingo,” you lowered your hands to hold his calloused, worn ones with a bright grin on your face, “I think we should head home soon. I doubt you're getting any more trainers, and I just want to cuddle with you…”

His eyes were big and filled with something so tender your heart ached. The pad of his thumb rubbed against your skin, and he nodded.

“Of course, my dear… I love you, too.”

[smallestapplin]

*nervously shuffles in* ok I really REALLY like the butler outfits from Pokemon masters. So maybe like the Ingo and Emmett had to go to a special event, and they had to go because they were obligated as subway bosses. So maybe Ingo and Emmett are trying out their outfits and show the reader to see if it looks ok, and they just.... They get very flustered and think it's amazing but eventually they get horny... Like they look verrry hot in those outfits. And I think you know where this is going. *Wink wink*

Ah yes, the butler outfits…I can dream 😭 also I apologize, I’ve been writing smut all day and losing a bit of steam.

🔞18+🔞

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🔲Ingo🔲

- Ingo looks himself up and down in the mirror, turning to see if anything is out of place. He thinks he looks fine, the black accented with a nice maroon color suit him well.

- He runs his hands over his torso to smooth out his suit.

- ‘I should ask my beloved how this looks, they have a better eye than I do.’ Ingo thinks to himself.

- He knew you were in the living room watching tv, since this event didn’t allow him a plus one you were staying home.

- “Beloved? May I ask you opinion on this suit?”

- You hear him say as he walks closer.

- “Yeah of course, I wanna see it anyways!”

- You sound so excited until he rounds the corner and stand before you.

- “Does this look okay?” He fixes the gloves nervously, hoping it looks good.

- You can feel your face heating up, oh he looks so good in a suit.

- “Y-yeah…wow you look so good.”

- Ingo perks up at how breathless you sound, and seeing you so flushed. Makes him blush too.

- “You look, really good actually, holy shit.”

- Your praise means the world to him but you’re eyeing him like a piece of meat.

- “Come here babe.”

- His face burns red at the sight of you spreading you legs and beckoning him over.

- “I want to give my favorite butler a reward for being so good to me.”

- “B-but dear I have to leave soon.”

- “Just a quickie?”

- He couldn’t say no to that. Scrambling to kneel between your legs.

- Yeah he was late to that event.

- He looked completely normal, like he hadn’t eaten you like a high end dessert and fucked you until you both couldn’t think.

🔳Emmet🔳

- He is loving how the suit looks on him, the white and blue look amazing on him but it doesn’t feel like…him, ya know?

- Emmet is a kind man but he wouldn’t go as far as to call himself the butlery type.

- That malewife energy is his brother’s.

- “Emmet hurry up, I wanna see!”

- He looks away from the bathroom mirror. Ah of course, you’ve never seen him in a suit like this, the closest is his work uniform.

- With one last look over he straightens himself out and goes into your shared bedroom.

- “Ta~daaa!” He does a little spin so you can have a good look.

- “Soooo what do we think?” His eagerness almost made him over look your expression.

- An expression he has seen many times in the years you two have been dating

- You eye him up and down and let out a breathless “fuck.”

- “Well?”

- “You look so damn good in that.”

- “Why thank you darling! I only wish you could go with me!” His smile anything but innocent “maybe I could’ve fucked you in the garden where anyone could hear you.”

- You inhale sharply.

- “What? You didn’t think I didn’t notice how you’re looking at me in this? Maybe I should where a suit more often if it gets you this horny!”

- “Oh please do.”

- Emmet chokes on air, not expecting your words.

- “Now get over here and make that a promise.”

- Oh yeah, he is so missing this event.

- If it means he gets to be buried inside you like this with you clawing and crying out for more.

- He’d miss every event.

[leggerefiore]

You stared intensely at the ghostly man as he vacuumed. Ingo seemed not to think much of your staring, having grown used to the odder habits that you occasionally engaged with. He was focused on cleaning, rather.

It was October, you knew.

“… Some people find it quite rude when people stare, dear,” he commented as he removed the tank from the vacuum, “What's on your mind?”

“You're, like, perfect for Halloween, you know?” you commented, deeply entranced by his violet glow. He cocked a brow as he dumped the dust and debris into the trash.

“You sound like Emmet. He's trying to convince me to take over some of his shifts and lie about being in costume,” he sighed, “… I'll admit it is tempting, however.”

You giggled at him and squeezed him into a hug after he put the vacuum tank down. His arms came around you. A sweet kiss was placed on your head by him. His spooky nature was beloved by you, admittedly. Occasionally, he phased through walls without realising it or spoke about his worries of consuming too much life energy. He always seemed to find a way to remind you that he just wasn't a human. Of course, that was barring the literal flame burning in his body, translucent skin of his chest and glowing eyes.

“… Hey, Ingo,” you suddenly spoke, “Let's go on a date sometime soon.”

He wasn't going to refuse such a simple request.

~

“How do I look?” You asked him as you attempted to fix a piece of your costume that just wouldn't stay as you would have liked. He readjusted his collar and gazed over at you. You decided to attempt a Chandelure costume alongside him, going out as a “human” couple just having some fun. He wore a knitted turtle-neck, which you thought fit him perfectly. “Adorable, dearest,” he replied, “… However, I am a bit in between how I feel about the imitation of my body.”

“… Sorry,” you bit your lip. You didn't think you would enjoy someone mimicking you for a costume, but he shook his head. “Ah… No, I meant in the way that… Well, you look similar, but there's just no flame,” he explained. He was right, you supposed. His own was barely covered by the thicker material of his shirt. Walking over you, you felt him reach into you for a moment. A strange feeling overcame your body, and it remained even after he pulled away. You looked down to see a small flame dancing inside your own chest.

“Ingo… How?” you asked.

“The piece of my soul I gave you is ever burning, so I simply fed it some fuel to burn brighter for a shirt while,” he explained with a small smile, “I think that's perfect… Where are we going again?”

~

You smiled as an older woman complimented your “costumes” and cooed over what a cute couple you were. Ingo was obviously flustered by her words, but you tugged him along in your trek to the amusement park. It was bustling with people in costumes enjoying the holiday. You had one goal in mind as you approached the big wheel turning endlessly in the park. Couples, friends, families, all stood in line for it. Ingo stared up at the ride in amazement for a moment.

“You've never ridden this, have you?” you asked. He nodded. “Never… How could I have blended in so well before?” That was true. Tonight was the only night that he stood a chance of appearing normal to escape the scrutiny of being a hybrid. The wait was long, but worth it as you boarded your gondola together. The door shut, and the only light that remained as you both were lifted into the sky was the flames in your chests. Ingo's bringing more light than yours.

You leaned your head onto his shoulder as the stars of the night sky grew closer for a moment before your descent separated you from them. “… Everyone treats you so normal when they think you're a human,” you sighed. Ingo's hand grasped yours, it's soft warmth pleasant against the cool night. “Imagine their reaction when they learn I'm not,” he offered, “I'm happy to have these few proper moments at your side.”

“I want more.”

“More is dangerous, currently. More will separate us.”

“Ingo… I love you too much…”

“I know, that's why I trusted you with my soul.”

You turned to him with a gentle look. Overcome with confusing, contradicting feelings, let to you pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Ingo groaned for a moment by returning the affection wholeheartedly. His flame warmed you from the inside, growing brighter in intensity as your actions grew more impassioned. Eventually, as you returned to base and came to a complete stop, you pulled away.

Your loving moment had to come to an end, alongside the day itself.

~

Later, you both returned home to Emmet passed out on the couch surrounded by candy wrappers. Ingo sighed and began tidying up. You could only wonder if any of the poor trick or treaters got any.

[leggerefiore]

Ingo is now legally required to get Erin a litwick onesie

Ingo felt his heart warm at the sight of his small boy in his Litwick onesie. It had a hood that came over his head to have a 'flame' stick out. Erin reached a tiny hand up to his father, who reciprocated with a finger for him to grasp onto. The boy squealed about it cheerfully. He laid comfortably in his playpen in the living room, having been contained while Ingo worked to finish dinner as a surprise for you. He knew it was hard work handling a baby, so he needed to show his appreciation for you and the work you did for him and Erin.

Ingo removed his hand after Erin let go and went to check on the dish he had in the oven for a moment. In that time, however, Chandelure floated her way over to peer into the pen at the boy. Swinging happily, she let out a happy melody for her beloved trainer's son. Erin cooed back at her. Floating him up from his crib, she rocked him in her aura for a moment. A yawn came from the baby as he let himself grow tided from the gentle movements.

It was at this time; however, you woke up from your nap and entered the living room. Food called to you, but instead you remembered Erin needed his bottle. The sight of Chandelure floating your son around wasn't an uncommon one, yet you needed her to hand him over. “Hey, girl,” you spoke softly, approaching them both, “Can I have him? He needs to eat.” She proceeded to float him out of your reach. This again. You decided to try again, but the same result happened.

Ingo finally re-entered the room to see your son giggling high in the air with Chandelure near he while you reached for him. “Chandelure,” his voice was a bit harsh, “I know you care for him, too, but if my dearest asks for him, you need to hand him over.” She let out a sad trill and floated down with Erin next to her. He was softly laid in Ingo's arms while she sang next to them. You sighed. “Perhaps… She mistook him for a Litwick and felt protective over him,” Ingo tried to rationalise.

“Ingo, Erin pouts too much to be a Litwick,” you replied and took the unaware boy from him, “Maybe you should breed her if you really think so? Or catch a Litwick for her to dote on.” Ingo grew flustered as he gazed at his absolutely miserable looking pokemon. You wandered off with Erin to the kitchen.

“I know you want to guard him and are still upset about my relationship,” he reached a tentative hand to pet the ghost-type, “But please don't upset them! They want to like you, too.” She let out a soft cry as he returned her to the pokeball.

In the end, Ingo was happy to know you genuinely were excited he cooked for you. The kiss from that left him appeased. Erin even gave a coo at the sight.

[smallestapplin]

More Butler stuff bc im desperate and wanted to write their side of things Ingo and Emmet knew from the moment they looked into you, that you would be a perfect new master. From what they gathered, you were very kind, respectful, and thought things through. All of these being traits they were looking for. Plus, it didn't help you seemed to be really cute, not that they would mention that. When they brought your profile up to their current ill master, they were especially pleased when he seemed to agree that you would be a wonderful candidate. So after their masters unfortunate passing, they both got to work on getting everything ready for you, assuming you read the letters and accepted the inheritance. When you had arrived that fateful day though, Emmet and Ingo had to hold back from staring at you in awe. You were just so cute! It was obvious you were nervous, and when you first spoke to them, you were very polite! Ingo and Emmet wouldn't admit it to anyone but themselves, but they found themselves absolutely smitten with you. Both twins thought it was cute, how you were obviously trying to make a good first impression. They couldn't help but want to dote on you, and with being your new butlers, they had the perfect opportunity to do so! When they gave you a tour of the mansion, they were readily at your beck and call. For some reason, seeing you flustered with their antics made their hearts skip a beat.

Ingo and Emmet shared a look behind your back. Oh yeah... they could already feel themselves falling for you. They spent the rest of their time with you that day tending to your every need, both silently gushing over how cute you were when you blushed. When they drove you home, and lay comfortably in your guest room, they came to an agreement. They had to have you for themselves. From then on, it's over for you. They can tell you find them attractive, just from how you have eyed them when you think they aren't looking. Or from the way you blush whenever they compliment you, or do something for you. From that next morning on, they made sure to do everything to make you happy, and to see that cute blush of yours. From Emmet shooting you a cheeky wink, to Ingo thoughtfully kissing your hand. From the way you sputtered, the twins could tell it was only a matter of time. You were the perfect master, and you would be theirs, side by side. Now, time to test the waters on just how far they could go... -Silver Anon

Silver anon my beloved.

Keep this shit up!

Oh they practically have hearts in their eyes tending to you and seeing you all flustered, so polite too!

There are your butlers and yet you still ask them oh so politely for things , for help and even thanking them for everything.

You truly are too cute!