#grimsley is shaking hands with emmet for weird kinks while ingo shames them

[leggerefiore]

Okay thank you! The request I had was the submas twins (sep) and grimsley with a normally soft spoken and quiet s/o who can’t seem to stay quiet when getting railed, just very vocal and loud

pffttt, you want the very characters i simp for the most.

cw: blood mention in grimsley’s part

18+ under the cut, take precaution as usual

▲Ingo▼

● It's funny when you're out together in public, he's so loud and clearly spoken while you counter him perfectly. The Subway Boss enjoys your differences, as they're something he finds terribly precious. The saying about opposites attract coming true and all that.

● So when you start wailing louder than him while he's thrusting into you, he's bright red. Ingo struggles to contain his own sounds as he growls from your unexpected noise. He wants to hear more and will absolutely do whatever needs to be done to get more noises out of you.

● Every moan, groan, whine, and plea he hears it music to his ears. He'll end up working you over without any stimulation for himself, just to listen to the lovely sounds you'll make. It drives him wild, and you'll definitely notice his sudden turn around from soft and gentle to rough and desperate.

● The downside is office sex is much, much harder. He'll likely make a comment about gagging you if you fail to keep your voice down. Whether that's a joke or not is still unknown to you. (It's not you learn after a loud session had a depot agent unable to look him in the eye. His lovely blue tie is ruined for the rest of that work day.)

● Some of his dirty talk is now about how cute and quiet you are, except when you have his cock deep inside you. It's stuff that makes you turn bright red while your toes curl. Ingo is proud his words are getting you all wound up, like your sounds do to him.

“What lovely sounds my precious lover makes…” he groans out and grasps at your hips tighter, fingers surely leaving impressions, “I adore it completely; be louder if you want.” Ingo's cock stretches you perfectly as he thrusts harshly into you. His moans almost tune out your own, but both of you love the noises that escape. Tender kisses are peppered along your neck as you cry wantonly.

▽Emmet△

○ He thinks your soft-spoken nature is adorable and coos over how quiet you are. Emmet can be extremely loud when he speaks, so he doesn't worry if someone can't hear you. He'll announce whatever you said, like he does with the PA system. Overall, it makes him giggle and smile brightly.

��� So when you start loudly moaning as he's harshly pushing in and out of you, he gasps! What a surprise! His smile switches to something much too innocent for his intentions. He's touching you in sensitive places as he snickers. You're going to make lewd noises for Emmet, he's going to make sure of that.

○ He's also going to focus on your face. You're making such lovely sounds for him (it's all going straight to his cock), what about your sweet face? Flushed, sweaty, mouth open, drool possibly escaping you? He will absorb every microdetail like a sponge. It is impossible not to notice how his thrusts turn into rough and harsh actions to drag out your reactions. He's making such a cute face, too, tearing up slightly.

○ This twin will fuck you on his subway line with the full intention of making your wanton noises heard by all. You'll be asked to yell out what you want, and he's working his fingers against your flesh just right. You'll sob and cry loudly while he's got this absolutely adoring smile. Any poor challengers cannot look him in the eyes after hearing your session from outside the door.

○ He'll start buying toys and other things, just make more noises come from you. Handcuffed and a vibrator pressed wherever you are most sensitive until you're begging for him to give you more pressure to cum. He'll snicker and give you what you want after such a plea.

You cry out as the toy is only just touching your skin. Emmet examines your desperate squirming with pure fervor. His pale face is as flushed as your own. Begging for more pressure, contact - anything - he finally relents. The toy is pressed into your sensitivity with perfect precision. Your moans echo in his brain for days after.

♠️Grimsley❤

♤ The gambler loves to fluster your soft-spoken self because he's an asshole. Lots of “huhs?” and him putting a hand behind his ear. Of course, this is all in good fun, and he'd stop if it was bothering you. If anyone else treats you badly for your quietness, however, they meet his bullying self in a battle or bet. He's the only one allowed to mock you.

♡ So when you start whining uncontrollably when he was fucking into you, his cyan eyes shoot wide with a sense of animalistic need. His thrusts grow slower, rather, to attempt to make you beg for him. You eventually do, desperate to come. His grin is absolutely pompous, its nigh unbearable.

◇ Your sounds are now his new way to tease you. He'll discover what really makes you hot and bothered, then increase to voracity of his actions tenfold. You'll be screaming, moaning, and begging for him incoherently. Grimsley is thoroughly proud of himself, loving your babbles. He wants more, the thrill is never enough for him.

♧ If you'll let him, he wants to hear the noises you'll make while he laps at a bleeding wound he gave you. Or at least how you squeak when his sharp teeth bury themselves in your flesh without any level of mercy. It's so delectable how you cry out from his touch, mixed with pain and pleasure. He might just gain another addiction.

♤ He can, will, and has fucked you in public trying to make you absolutely go roaring with sounds to see how long until someone realized what he was doing to you. It's either been on some exclusive high floor part of a casino or on the couch in his elite four room. Grimsley is your enemy in those moments, he will not help you contain your noises; he wants you to wail loud enough for Arceus to know what he's doing to you.

The ebony leather clang to your sweaty back as the gambler roughly pounded you into it with his shit-eating grin. Barely muffled sounds are masked terribly by your own wet palm. With a particularly harsh thurst, you cry out with enough volume you are certain Cailtin, at the very least, is aware of your trist.