#my mouth is always in a :< though... something Ingo and i have in common

[kowtownart]

the grumpiest dog you've ever seen

(Aka my face at work....and everywhere else too. Though my eyes'll usually be less angry looking when i'm not actually angry)

[smallestapplin]

(Finished up the little fluff dabble, as Fun as Emmet finding little hybrid Lopunny would be, I’m garbage at writing Canon characters so I think I’ll hold on to my idea of that first meeting and send it to you as a request when your requests are open again~ hint hint tho, ingo was keeping him as much a secret from you and he was keeping you from Emmet.)

You sit perched on a low branch of a tree, behind the large hybrid alpha Zoroark of all things that had started to court you. It was well… admittedly a rocky start; first with the whole dropping a dead Stantler at the entrance of your burrow that scared you to screaming thinking it was a threat (it wasn’t apparently that was how carnivorous hybrids showed interest in a potential mate), then the scenting something you had to kinda get use to as… well usually as a small herbivore the last thing you wanted was a strong smell on you and lastly thee um… well the size difference. You were literally half his height him somewhere around ten feet and yourself around five.

It wasn’t an impossible arrangement though, actually with a bit of communication things were going really well, he went out of his way now to bring you fruit and berries from deeper in the territory, you’d found out with his scenting not only did it hide your scent from potential predators but it also scared the buggers off long before they got into visual ranges making you feel all the safer in your little peaceful corner and finally well the size you were learning to work around.

Sat up high so you could reach his head well Ingo was sitting you introduced the much larger hybrid to a form of bonding common to Lopunny hybrids. Grooming, with great care blunted but hardened claws meant for digging rather then hunting worked starting at the nape of Ingo’s neck, moving up towards his scalp, gently finger combing his silver white hair until from root to tip you could run your fingers through the silky strands without hitting a knot, from there you softly started to gather the strands and tied them up in a bun. You rather liked the longer style buuut Ingo rather seemed intent on cutting it back to a ‘professional’ style whatever that meant.

teasingly well going back over your work you scratched behind his ears making him yip and go red despite how his tail took off. It was cute and despite the slight pout he didn’t stop you, giving you alllll the free reign you needed to start playing with his puppy soft ears, resting your head between them you reach up and gently take one between to fingers to stroke softly, it really doesn’t take much for you to notice him squirm from a mix of his shyness and a little embarrassment. To try and bring him back from it you puff a little air at the tip of his ear making it flick well he gave an annoyed bark from the sudden switch in teasing.

“That doesn’t feel like grooming!” he huffed it still always surprised you how loud he was… even when he was seemingly trying to be quiet.

You hum tilting your head and sucking your lips before stopping after a soft ‘pop’ that makes both his ears flick “really?” you ask innocently “are you sure? Maybe you’re just not use to how a Lopunny grooms hair.”

And then you start on an ear again this time nipping the end to hold between your lips to set him off a bit more.

It worked as he seemed to have enough of the teasing and all at once he was wrapping an arm around your torso and pulled you off the branch and into his lap, all the while you giggled and play squirmed like you planned to zip away.

He tightened his hold and gave a growl of warning, his tail still betraying him though as the happy wag waved any true threat.

“oh, well in that case dear let me return the favor then!” He gave his version of a smile that silly little kitty like smile were somehow his mouth still mostly stayed a frown but the ends managed to curl up slightly like a wonky W.

Then he shifted his hold so both of his large hands could cup your face, one was used to keep your head still well the other moved to one of your very long lopped ears which he began to pet or stroke or rub between two fingers, it felt nice, the same way a back rub or head pat did, but you’d damned if you planned to take the payback without a fight!

You wiggled and squeaked and more then once had to get him to switch holds so you couldn’t manage to wiggle away from him to start another playful game of chase. Eventually he had to give up on your ears despite how much he enjoyed the texture or how they were long enough he could loop them around and through fingers.

Your escape attempts where simply to much and he was forced to scoop you up all at once pinning your legs to his torsos but allowing you to sit on an arm and rest your hands on his shoulders so you could lean forward and rest your forehead to his in a tender moment before he took the opportunity to steal a kiss.

You allowed the one to your lips but you’re quick as ever to cradle both hands against the back of his jawline slowly curling and unfurling the digits to give him a soft scratch before peppering his face in kisses, if he’d had freckles he’d have sworn you were attempting to kiss each individual one, he’d have let you too but he fumbled with being the center of attention to long and would always nip back to make sure you got your fair share.

This time it started with a soft nip to your chin, which turned to a kiss along your jaw line and down your neck until he got to just above your collarbone and swallowed hard before opening his mouth and resting his teeth where he new a bond mark should go.

It reminded you of one more thing, the marks, herbivores well most small prey types didn’t mark each other it seemed to be another predatory thing and a bit risky for you to allow.

But you couldn’t help but look over him, it had been a few months and by far he was the best partner you’d ever had attempt to court you. He was kind and thoughtful, willing to listen well not being a complete doormat.

And so so gentle, he could so easily fold you in half or pin you down and just force things to go at his own pace bit he didn’t he never did, even just now he let you squirm and laugh and have your fun instead of just ending it to prove a point and do what he wanted.

He was a good man and you trusted him from the bottom of your heart “Go ahead.” You whispered softly.

“I want to be with you, I know you’ll take the best care of me and we’ll be happy together.”

And just like that there was a swift sharp pain to your shoulder… but surprisingly not as lasting as you expected as he ran his tongue over the fresh mark cleaning it up.

You’d give a squeak as he got up, shifting his hold so you where more succure but never moving his head from your shoulder. You’d realize quickly he was walking to the nearest cave, over your courting period he’d started to make when like a over night area, so he could stay or visit longer. Now though as you asked he remarked, it was better to keep you close until the mark healed over… that and well it was best he made sure it stuck.

You wonder momentarily if maybe you’d bitten off more then you could chew but the love struck look in his eyes turns you to putty all to quickly.

Bitty

HOW DO I MAKE A BELOVED LIST CAUSE I HAVE A FEELING-

Ingo in general is such a sweet perfect partner.

Sure you maybe a fancy bulge inspector

He just loves and adores you and is determined to show you just how much you mean to him, in anyway possible.

The combining of two different courtships has me melting.

This inhumanly large man just treating you like a deity, and showering you with love.

You’re his sweet tiny mate, he loves you and wants you safe.

[janekfan]

Neither twin would look at the other. Not directly. And definitely not in the eye having walked away from each other to opposite ends of an empty clearing.

Wild Patrats had gotten into their supplies and devoured their rations.

They blamed each other. Shouting and angry, hungry and upset.

“I am Emmet! I am going to hunt for my own food. It is going to be great!” He turned away before the hot tears of frustration could fall down his cheeks. “You will wish you could have some!”

“Well, you will be wishing for Litwick to cook it for you because you cannot even build a fire properly! Come on, Litwick. We will go berry hunting and create something delicious and not share it with irresponsible little brothers!” He wasn’t doing a very job keeping his thoughts to himself if he really was only speaking to his partner Pokemon, but then again, Emmet didn’t think he even meant to.

“You are wrong Ingo! I can make a fire all by myself!”

Several hours later saw Ingo distracted and Emmet holding one of the thieves by the tail.

Ingo began to realize early on that he didn’t know which types of berries were even safe to eat. Sure, he knew how to identify the common Oran berry but he’d only gathered a few sorry specimens. Certainly not enough for a meal. That was Emmet’s department.

Emmet couldn’t bring himself to look away from the terrified eyes of the itty bitty Patrat held firmly in his hands. The idea of– Emmet felt sick. Ingo always “took care” of it the few times they had to resort to hunting wild Pokemon. His little eyes. How did anyone do this?? Emmet was vegetarian. From this moment. He put the critter aside and didn’t even try to stop its escape. He shivered.

“Rubbing two sticks together is harder than it looks.” Tynamo nuzzled his cheek over his shoulder and while Emmet was patting him back, noticed Ingo staring at him from across the field. “It is going so great over here!” The rubbing intensified. Ingo forced down a mouthful of bitter, unripe berry.

“An actual meal!” His voice boomed; spooking some flying types out of the surrounding trees. “Too bad you are not getting any!”

“I have a Patrat! I do not need your dirty berries!” Even though he’d let the small thing go. “Yum! Yup! So delicious!”

Night fell.

Emmet shook with cold in his sleeping bag. He was verrry hungry. And itchy! From the poison ivy he’d unwittingly rolled in while wrestling the rat. Trying to stop his scratching, Emmet listened to the sounds of his brother retching, most likely sick from his “actual meal.” He could see Litwick’s tiny flame and knew at least Ingo wasn’t cold but he certainly sounded miserable.

The sky split with a bolt of lightning and thunder rocked the ground. A second flash lit up their eyes where they met across the vast distance just before the rain came sheeting down.

Emmet was up and running before the first drop hit the ground. Soaked by the time he skidded to a stop beside his pale older brother.

“Emmet.” Ingo sounded tired and shaky.

“I am Emmet.” He tugged his sleeping bag over them both, hoping the waterproof layer was enough to keep the rain off them until it passed. “I am sorry.” Ingo leaned against him, pressing his clammy face into his neck and swallowing with a soft click.

“I am sorry too. I should not have said those mean things.” Their partners huddled closer, Litwick’s little purple firelight filling up the space with gentle heat. “I do not feel well.”

“I am verrry itchy.”

“Seems we have both learned valuable lessons on our Pokemon journey.” Emmet smiled at Ingo’s attempt at a silver lining. “There is a village close by; I saw it when I was examining the map. We can start out early and get there by late morning.”

“For a giant breakfast!” Emmet’s smile grew despite Ingo’s pained whimper. “Go to sleep. You will feel better soon.”

“Nngh…” Ingo leaned more heavily, being tugged down into sleep. “Hope so. G’night, Emmet. Glad you are my brother.” Emmet pulled him closer, watching the rain pour around them, finally warm.

“G’night, Ingo."

[ghostofviperwrites]

Learning

Featuring:  Sanada/FC/Shingo

Category:   Smut

Word Count: 2584

Warnings: Threesome mmf, language, degradation and humiliation

After his setback with Kana a few months ago, Sanada had been a downright mess.  It was quite apparent the scars left behind in her wake ran much deeper than any of them, including Sanada himself had known.  Over the past month the fissures had finally started to mend and Sanada was getting back to his old self.  Given the absolute devastation and self-destructiveness that Sanada had gone through, his brothers weren’t quite ready to let him out on his own though.  One of them was always there to tag along on his exploits.  They tried to be subtle about it, to make it look like they weren’t babysitting him, but they had failed miserably.  Sanada knew what they were up to, but he wasn’t going to call them out.  He knew how bad he had gotten during that dark period and if it was one of them he would be doing the same thing. 

Tonight the guys were in a bit of a quandary.  Sanada made it quite clear he planned to go to one of his favorite wine bars tonight.  Problem was all of them were tied up with promotional appearances for Power Struggle and they weren’t quite ready to let Sanada go wandering off on his own. 

“I’ll go with him.”  Shingo Takagi spoke up quietly, interrupting the discussion between Naito, Evil and Bushi.  Shingo immediately found himself the center of attention, three pairs of eyes looking at him intently, each of them searching for something different.   The bonds with Shingo were still forming given how new he was to the group, but Naito slowly nodded giving his approval.   Sanada was on the mend, almost back to him old self.  With Shingo having been tied up in the Jr. Tag Tournament, he and Sanada hadn’t interacted a lot.  This would be a good chance for them to bond.  

After a firm warning from Evil to keep a close eye on Sanada, the men disbursed to their duties as Sanada made his way back in from his own photo shoot. 

Shingo was slowly getting used to Sanada’s quiet nature, taking no offense as the other man simply nodded a greeting and began stripping out of his ring gear.  He had quickly picked up on the fact Sanada didn’t talk much to anyone aside from Evil.  Sanada’s quirks amused Shingo, making the older man hide a smile as Sanada methodically folded each item and placed it in its designated spot, smoothing them with a frown as a wrinkle appeared.  He was picking up things the more time he spent with the Ingos, and learning what made each man tick.   Sanada spoke when something needed to be said and he was compulsively neat.  He was also intensely private, only allowing the men within his stable close to him and shutting everyone else out.   Shingo hoped with time Sanada would include him within that inner circle.  

“Where you headed?” Shingo asked nonchalantly as Sanada slid on a grey button down shirt that was no doubt going to be paired with one of his ridiculously expensive shoes.  Sanada met Shingo’s eyes, staring hard at the newest member of LIJ before looking away as he reached for his slacks making Shingo wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew, if Sanada was going to answer or shut him out.  A few weeks ago Shingo had seen Sanada at his most vulnerable and he knew if he was in Sanada’s shoes that may not sit well with him. 

“I’m going to a wine bar downtown.”  Sanada finally responded buttoning up the cuffs on his suit jacket as he turned his attention back to Shingo. 

“Wine bar huh?”  Shingo asked.  “Never been to one of those.  You mind if I tag along?”

“You want to go to a wine bar?”  Sanada asked skeptically, pinning Shingo with his penetrating gaze.  He wasn’t stupid.  It was quite obvious Shingo had been elected for babysitting duty.  In the end he would let his new teammate come along, but not without making him sweat first.  “You don’t strike me as the wine kind of guy.” 

“You’ve got me pegged.  I’m really not.”  Shingo admitted.  “I’m more of a beer guy.  But if I’m too expand my horizons who better than with you?” 

“Jesus, stop kissing my ass.”  Sanada smirked.  “You got a suit?  They aren’t letting you in like that.”  Sanada waved a hand at Shingo indicating his torn jeans and t-shirt. 

Heading to Sanada’s car the men made a quick stop by Shingo’s place where he changed into a suit Sanada deemed “marginally better than Naito’s,” then were on their way to the bar.   The ride was quiet, a few words exchanged here and there as the men got a feel for each other. 

They were immediately escorted into the bar, towards Sanada’s preferred table in the back that had been reserved for him, his favorite wine already sitting chilled on the table along with a selection of cigars. 

“I like sitting in the back, gives me a view of the room and the prospects.”  Sanada explained as they settled in, a pretty waitress appearing to fill Sanada’s glass and offering one to Shingo.  

“Oh…I didn’t realize it was that kind of night.”  Shingo said interest immediately flaring in his eyes.  He figured they would drink some wine, eat some good food and call it a night.  Sanada hadn’t given any indication he was on the prowl, but Shingo was definitely down for some fun.   Given the hectic schedule of the tag tournament things had been kind of slow in that department.  Aside from the one night when he had first joined the group and gotten the locker room welcome, there hadn’t been much play time. 

“It’s always that kind of night Shingo my friend,” Sanada said flashing the predator’s smile he had been missing for a while now.  

A band appeared on the corner stage and began playing soft music, the crowd picking up as the time passed.   Shingo and Sanada sucked on their cigars and surveyed the room through a haze of smoke.  

When she walked in Sanada’s eyes zeroed in on her.  She was just the kind of girl he liked.  Dressed to the nines, full of elegance and grace, with that haughty attitude that said she was better than you.  

“Her?”  Shingo asked giving her long look as he saw who Sanada was eyeing.  “She looks like a stuck up bitch.”

“She is.”  Sanada confirmed.  He didn’t know her.  Didn’t have to.  “That’s the kind I like.  All high and mighty thinking they’re better than everyone, but at the end of the night she’ll be another slut on her knees, no different than anyone else.” 

Shingo sat back against the plush seating taking a puff of his cigar as he watched Sanada slide from the booth.  He was curious to see how this was going to turn out.   He couldn’t say he was overly surprised when the woman smiled up at Sanada as he approached and with nothing more than a few words had her by the elbow leading to their table.   Looking like Sanada did, reeking of money like he did, Shingo figured it would only take a few pretty words for a woman to join him for drinks.   

“Take a good look at her Shingo,” Sanada said as she slid into the middle of the booth.  “See how pretty and put together she looks right now?  By the time we’re done with her she’s gonna look like a common whore with cum dripping down her chin.” 

A huff of indignation burst from her lips and she glared at Sanada. 

“You can’t speak to me like that! How dare you?”  She yelled at Sanada who looked completely unconcerned.  Shingo watched with fascination.  He certainly hadn’t expected Sanada to be so crass, figuring the polished man would use the weapons at his disposal for seduction. 

“I’ll speak to you however I want.”  Sanada said coldly.  “You’re going to sit here, drink your wine and take whatever I want to give you and when we’re done my friend and I are going to take you to a hotel and fuck all your pretty holes until you can’t stand anymore.”  He took a slow sip of his wine while keeping his eyes firmly on her.  “And after we leave you in a pool of jizz you’re gonna look in the mirror and realize you’re no better than any other slut that’s been on my dick.  The package might be prettier, but underneath it all you’re all the same.” 

“I’m not a slut,” She contested hotly. 

“Then why are you still sitting here?”  Sanada asked with a smirk.  “Why haven’t you run off and told everyone what a dick I am?  Complained how unspeakably rude I was to you and tried to get me thrown out of here?”

She stared blankly back at him, her eyes darting around the room as she tried to think up a plausible excuse for her lack of action. 

“That’s what I thought.” Sanada said when she remained silent, making no move to leave the booth.  “You’re just like every other whore trying to get her claws on a handsome man with some change in his pocket.  Willing to let yourself be degraded and humiliated in hopes there might be the slightest chance he’ll give you the time of day after he’s through with you.” 

Shingo guffawed in the seat next to her, covering his mouth as he chuckled.  He seriously couldn’t believe this girl was still sitting here, letting Sanada talk to her as if she was dirt on the bottom of his shoe.   Meeting his eyes Sanada smirked, genuine amusement lighting his eyes for one of the first times since Shingo had met him. 

“I don’t even know that she deserves a hotel Shingo,” Sanada said.  “Maybe we should just take her in a back room and fuck her there.” 

Shingo was glad Sanada was making an effort to include him with his little interplay, leaning forward a patting the table. 

“If she’s going to let you talk to her like that, she probably doesn’t deserve anything more than being fucked on this table in front of everyone.”  Shingo proclaimed. 

Sanada nodded in agreement, smirking at Shingo and feeling a connection with the man, glad to see he was melding quite easily into Sanada’s style of manipulation.  

“I’m not fucking you two on this table,” She said vehemently, pleased with herself for finally finding a voice and voicing her disapproval.  

“Then where are you going to fuck us?”  Sanada asked, perfect eyebrow arched high as he gave her the rope to hang herself.  

“In the back.”  She said after a moment’s thought, nodding her head as she felt like she had gained control of the situation. 

Shingo pulled her from the booth, slipping an arm around her shoulder and guiding her after Sanada who was speaking to the manager procuring one of the private banquet rooms in the back with little more than a few words and some currency exchanging hands.  

With the door closed behind them Shingo pushed down on her shoulders getting her to kneel before them.   Unzipping and pulling his cock free Shingo rubbed it along her lips and then into her mouth as she parted them, rubbing her tongue over his flesh as he sunk in.   Sanada circled behind her, bring his hands to either side of her zipper and ripping the silky fabric in two.  Her protests were lost against Shingo’s cock, his thrusts never stopping their rhythm as Sanada discarded of her clothing, leaving them in a ruined heap at her knees. 

“Bring her over here Shingo,” Sanada said after he undressed, motioning to the table in the center of the room.   “You want her to keep sucking you or do you want to take her pussy?” 

Shingo pulled her to her feet and brought her over to the table, making her bed over as he began removing his own clothes.  

“I’ll stay with her mouth for a bit.”  Shingo told him, hoisting himself up on the table and kneeling in front of their companion’s mouth.   Grabbing a handful of hair Shingo tilted her head to line up with his cock, driving it into her throat with one thrust making him grin as she gagged at the intrusion.   Sanada positioned himself behind her, teasing his cock at her opening until she was pushing her hips back at him desperately trying to get him inside her. 

“All the fucking same,” Sanada said scornfully as he drove his cock inside her warmth.  “Didn’t even have to try and you’re all over our cocks.”   He smacked his hand down on her ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing making her squeal around Shingo’s cock.  

A rhythm was quickly settled into, Shingo thrusting into her throat every time Sanada pulled back and vice versa, seesawing her body between them as they fucked her over the table, wood creaking from the force of their thrusts.   Sanada’s hands on her hips pulled her back to meet his every thrust, rocking her body forward to drive her onto Shingo’s cock, nothing but the sounds of flesh slapping together filling the room.

“Let’s switch,” Shingo suggested after several moments his teeth gnashing together as he rammed into her throat, feeling in constrict around his cock.  Pulling out of her mouth he climbed off of the table, wincing as his knees protested the movement.   They definitely hadn’t appreciated kneeling on that hard wood. 

Scanning the room as he pulled from her cunt Sanada grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her over to a couch along the wall.  Shingo sat and pulled her down onto his cock, leaving her facing out so Sanada could access her mouth.   Sanada grabbed her hair holding her in place as she moaned while bouncing on Shingo’s cock, her eyes shining bright with lust before yanking her down and pushing his cock past her swollen lips.   She moaned as he filled her throat, looking up at Sanada with lust filled eyes as she worked her tongue around his length. 

Pushing her down his cock Sanada held her nose to pelvic bone, smiling down at her as she gagged, her eyes filling with tears and then panic as her air slowly ran out, Shingo continuing to pump his cock up into and lodging Sanada further in her throat.  Finally he released her pulling her off his cock as she gasped for air.  Holding her just above his cock Sanada wrapped his fist and around his cock and stroked it hard and fast, groaning as he came squirting his seed over her face.  

Stepping away Sanada watched as Shingo pushed her off his cock and spun her around, aiming his tip at her face and painting her cheeks with his own cum.   Both men left her kneeling, redressing without paying her any attention as they walked out the door.

Going back to their table the two men slid in, refilling their glasses and lighting up new cigars as the relaxed against the plush booth. 

“I didn’t wreck her nearly as much as I wanted to.”  Sanada lamented as he swirled his wine glass watching the amber liquid slosh.   “Wasn’t quite feeling her.”  

“Well, the night’s still young.”  Shingo said with a smirk.  “Plenty of time to find another toy to play with.”