#submas emmet x reader smut

[smallestapplin]

*steeples fingers*

My beautiful, lovely noodle.

Omega Submas x Omega Reader?

Can be polyamory or not. Your choice for NSFW or SFW.

(Also here’s your reminder that you’re amazing! 🥰)

~Spark💥

IM THRIVING FOR THIS! Went smut, heat cycles, just as an excuse to world build a little. (Also I adore you, and will maim for you. My sweet darlin spark-)

🔞Cw : afab reader, shared between the two, heats🔞

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Ingo and Emmet think being mated to another omega was the best decision they have ever made, you understood them in ways most could not, understood their struggles, and what they meant by ‘yes nest, but it’s not right.’

They adore you.

You make their days better, and they are happy to do so in return. However, there is something most don’t mention when omegas enter a courtship together.

The heats.

Of course, with all three of you being fully grown omegas, you were very aware of heats, and how yours felt versus theirs. But it was like a change happened when they bit into your scent gland, and you theirs.

But when your heat started, it triggered theirs, causing the entire house to reek of in-heat omegas. But neither of you cares, only focusing on soothing the unbearable arousal overtaking you.

Ingo tried so hard to stay calm and to be the voice of reason. He’d go out of his way to run a bath, make dinner, and get snacks and drinks.

But his cock is fighting against his pants, his eyes keep filling up with tears with just how turned on he is, it’s just too much! And he hasn’t even gotten to fuck you yet!

Just listening to you cry, and beg for your mates has him gripping the kitchen counter.

‘N-need it! Fuck me, fuck m!- ah!- more! M’gonna break!’

Ingo doesn’t know how he’s managed this long, but he had to since Emmet snapped at just the smell of your heat.

It triggered the younger twins’ heat too, leaving him sobbing against your neck as he fucks you relentlessly.

The headboard slams against the wall, much like the slamming your needy hole is taking.

Ingo knew his turn would be soon, but he just needed to make sure everything was prepared and ready before then. But the question is, will he make it?

‘Take it! Take it! Mmfuck- darrliiing!!’

Ingo is surprised at the level of rage he feels, hearing Emmet when it should be him making you feel good, making you cum.

He’s quick to finish up meal prep, finishing it just as your squeal echoes throughout the house. Fuck, you always sound so pretty when you cum! Ingo can’t help but rub his cock through his pants, trying to ease the tension.

But that means it’s his turn! The older twin has never moved so fast, rushing to the bedroom before Emmet can get another turn with you.

The younger twin nearly growls as his brother comes barreling through the door. He doesn’t care if he looks like a mess, he wants more of you!

“Learn to share our mate.”

Before Emmet can retaliate, you whine so prettily, shaking your ass from your downward position.

“P-please, want my mates! Fuck me, mark my pussy!”

You sob as Emmet is yanked away from you, leaving you to fall to your side on the bed. Ingo towers over you, cooing at you so sweetly, and nuzzling against your neck.

“Foods prepped, now go.” The older twin growls out to his brother.

Emmet simply groans dramatically and takes his leave. Letting you and Ingo finally be alone.

The stoic man can’t describe how much he wants you.

All his instincts screaming at him to submit to you, which seems you were thinking of as well. He yelps as you flip him onto his back, and tear his pants, leaving his throbbing cock bare.

“Ingooo, please! Fuck I need it- need you!”

“Yes yes use me! M’yours! Only for you!”

His eyes roll back, and his mouth hangs out with a loud cry. Your ass smacks wetly against his thighs. You grip his shoulders with a cock drunk smile, while you feverishly fuck yourself on his dick.

Two omegas in mindless heats, pawing at each other and babbling unintelligible nonsense, drunk off each other, drowning in each other's scents.

No one told you three just how desperate and shameless it could get, but fuck if you aren’t addicted.

[ourvanishingghosts]

testing to see if you're a submas fan...

a poly relationship between ingo and emmet and female reader nsfw headcanons or a fic whichever you're cool with

I may have gone down a submas rabbit hole on this site. I love these two so much. I honestly did not know what submas meant until I went down that rabbit hole.

NSFW Below

Warning: MMF sex, Double Penetration, Over stimulation, Dirty Talk, and Master Kink

Submas Emmet and Submas Ingo x Fem!Reader

Destressing the Twins

Both Emmet and Ingo have been stressed from working the trains and they always look forward to seeing you when they come home. You have been pretty needy lately but respected them both because they were tired. You gave them blowjobs to try to relieve some of their tension. Today you decided to surprise them.

You went out to buy yourself some lingerie. The lingerie you bought matches both twins equally. The top half is red and black for Ingo since he is a boobs type of guy and the bottom half is red and white for Emmet since he is an ass man. You put it on once you got home since you knew they would be home soon.

As you were waiting you decided to play with yourself. A hand slid down to between your legs and you started to make yourself nice and wet for your hard-working men. You moan out their names repeatedly. Imagining them fucking you like you deserve.

Ingo was the first one home since Emmet liked to stay at work for longer. He heard your moans coming from the bedroom and he immediately took off his work hat and jacket before heading to the room. He knocked on the door.

"Come in, Ingo"

You moaned his name and he came inside the room. Seeing you laying on the bed touching yourself.

"You've been a naughty girl haven't you?"

"I have, Ingo."

He pauses taking his underwear off.

"Who?"

"I mean. I have been a naughty girl, Master."

"Better."

He climbs on top of you lining his thick cock up with your needy hole. He passionately kisses you as he rams his cock inside you.

"Mmmmph. Thank you, Master."

"You are welcome, darling."

He continues to thrust and is almost close.

"My my my. What do we have here?"

You two look at the doorway only to see Emmet completely naked. He walks over to the bed.

"Ingo, be a dear and switch places with our needy girl?"

Ingo switches places with you and you turn your body to face Emmet knowing both of them would fit inside you like this.

"Good girl, Y/N"

Emmet purrs as he gently pushes his long cock inside your hole. Ingo leans up a little to put his cock inside your hole as well. You are an absolute mess.

"What do we say?"

Emmet asks

"Thank you, Master."

They continue to fuck you until you cum at least ten times before they cum inside you. By the seventh time you cummed you are very overstimulated and can barely say anything.

"Just cum three more times for your masters."

Ingo says as he starts to pound into you. Emmet takes out his cock to let Ingo have his way. You cum two more times on Ingo's cock and he slams into you and releases his warm seed inside. Emmet takes you off of his twin's cock and puts you on his own. He's just taking it slow and it takes five minutes for you and Emmet to cum together.

All three of you cuddle together with you in the middle.

"Why did you do this for us, darling?"

Emmet asks

"To destress the both of you from work. I also got you two the day off tomorrow."

[r0-boat]

Pollen drunk

Congratulations to Beemas winning the poll I know I said I probably wouldn't write anything special but hey, I was feeling extra motivated. Enjoy your extra sweet gift. Full of some humor and all horny!

-That one headcannon where a certain type of pollen makes bees monstrously horny-

Bee!Ingoxreaderxbee!Emmet.

( very brief implied Elesa x reader)

Gn!reader (queenie is a playfull nickname they used for you, but reader goes by they/them and is normally called royal or your highness)

Cw: degrading, some praise Kink, cream pie, dub con, breeding mentioned, name calling, sex pollen.

It was just a normal morning when Emmet received a report from the head of the Drone Scouts about an abnormally large plant. The report peaked Ingo's interest and you were dying to go anywhere that wasn't your work desk,

According to the report the area where the plant was spotted didn't seem dangerous, no enemy hybrids or any Titan bugs. it seemed no harm in bringing you along, it has been a while since Ingo and Emmet had proper alone time with you.

They missed feeling this close to you clinging to them as they beat their wings trying to find the exact location where this plant was said to be.

Emmet let our chuckle when he felt you're hold around him tightening, you're cute frightened noises made his heart skip a beat.

" Don't be scared sweet darling I would never drop you, I'm a verrrrry good flyer"

He reassures letting out a buzz akin to a purr as a nuzzles his nose into your hair.

" Oh it seems we've reached our destination?"

Ingo calls out to his brother, pointing at a large pink flower with droopy petals.

Large was an understatement it easily towered over the tallest trees. Soaking the sun while its pink petals casted on to the three of you as you landed.

Emmet kissed your forehead gently lowering you to the ground.

Feeling the ground once again beneath Your Feet you stretch was the two brothers walk to the massive trunk that is the stalk of the plant.

They inspect the plant their antennae twitching.

" nothing too suspicious... but I do sense a powerful sweet smell coming from somewhere."

Ingo states to his brother.

" You smell it too?"

Emmet closed his eyes before opening them.

" I do... it smells sort of like chocolate or... maybe vanilla, but I do smell something else something more Floral... Roses... Lavander."

"How curious... I deduced it might be coming from the top of the flower. The pollen perhaps?"

Emmet nodded " I agree with you brother"

Ingo and Emmet walked away from the stem looking up at the pedals. As they continue to talk with one another.

You watch from a distance enjoying the fresh air smiling as you enjoy watching your kings do their job.

"Male or female?" Ingo ponders.

Emmet running farther out from under the flower. "ahh... Umm... curious... it produces pollen but it ony has a Florussy."

Ingo hears you bust out laughing as he turns red he immediately shouts scolding at his brother "EMMET!! That is not appropriate language for a royal such as yourself to have!"

Ingo hears you laugh harder as Emmet smirks and points at you " Bullshit! Why can't I use the dirty human slang when our Highness can describe Elesa having a "sweet Bee-ussy""

Your heart sinks immediately, Turning Away not wanting to meet ingo's death gaze. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head.

"I will deal with the both of you later..." Ingo growls before sighing, realizing the conversation has been derailed.

"Brother you mentioned that the flower didn't have a Stamen."

" Plant Cock and balls, correct" Emmet says with a straight face. You try to stifle your snort.

Ingo's eyebrows twitch, It's obvious he's just trying to poke his older brother's buttons. but doesn't take the bait. Putting his hands to his mouth as he thinks to himself

" very strange... that means the flower somehow still produces pollen even though it is female"

Immediately Emmet raises his hand pointing up" I advise a closer look!"

"MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY!" Ingo yells a little too loud.

They fold out their wings preparing to lift back off.

You got up from your stump " you're going to the top of the flower now? oh that's so cool! can I come too?"

Ingo shakes his head " apologies your highness this is much too dangerous we wouldn't want you to slip and fall..."

The other king nodding in agreement with his brother before chiming in " Stay on the ground where it's safe honey."

You pout but don't protest walking back over to your stump playing around with the much smaller flowers That Grew around the stump

"next stop The Pistil!" Ingo yells before they take off flying to the top of the flower.

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You've been waiting down here for more than 10 minutes, starting to run out of things to do. You keep looking back up at the top of the flower wondering if your kings are okay.

You dug your foot into the dirt trying not to think of the worst things that could have happened to your dear Kings.

You here buzzing snapping you out of your thoughts your heart skipping a beat and happiness seeing your kings again, well only Ingo.

You got up from your stump as he begin to approach you. However you seem to notice something was different about him

A yellow powdery substance seem to cling to his black uniforms.

Ingo's pupils are dilated and his movements seem to sway, as they got closer to you you can see his face was flushed a deep red, as he seemed to be out of breath.

Before you can ask where his brother had gone you felt arms wrap around you.

Emmet!

His breath tickling your neck.

"You smell so goood your Majesty~"

He purrs in your ear guiding you and sending you back down on your stump. " sit down Queenie you seem soooo tired."

"Emme-" you gasp as you felt his lips and tongue against your sensitive ears kissing and nipping at them before going down.

When Ingo finally gets to you he's immediately on his knees. His gloved hands groping your legs as he pulls them apart "haha... I'm so so thirsty, do you have anything sweet for me to drink?" Ingo smiles eyes your thighs and hips licking his lips thoughts of biting into your plush thighs invading his mind.

Your face turns bright red, what has gotten into your kings. The bee hybrid behind you coos his hands now going under your shirt. " Tooo cute!"

Emmet leans in whispering filthy things into your ear "This is why you're my faaaavorite fuck toy~"

You whimper your heart's beating faster his words going straight to your core.

You felt hands touch and feel every curve of your body while your pants get slipped off of you.

" let me taste you~ I'll make you feel so good before I pound you in the ground like cock drunk whore." Ingo growls

You practically moan that his sentence Ingo hardly ever degrades even when he does he always seems to apologize afterward. those words coming out of his mouth like that excited you.

Emmet chuckles at your noises his mouth moving to your neck making sure to give the sensitive skin plenty of attention.

" oh? Dear Brother, can it be... that are beloved Royal is actually just a cum hungry slut?"

Ingo moans pressing his face against your clothed sex inhaling your raw sweet scent of arousal.

" you might be right Emmet. Then we must feed them quickly we don't want our royal fuck pet starving"

You let out a moan grinding against Ingo's hand as he pulls your underwear to the side.

"Oh fuck, Ingo Emmet p-please!"

Emmet hums his thumb rolling over your perk nipples as he continues covering your neck in his marks.

"What is it sweet one?" Ingo asks His hot breath between your legs making you shiver.

"I want both of you."

"Sooo greedy~" Emmet coos before sinking his teeth into your shoulder as Ingo begins pleasuring you with his tongue.

Your legs shake as Ingo devours you his tongue extending with each lick wanting more and more of your taste. He eats you with the vigor, while his brother behind you starts manhandling you squeezing your hips pinching your nipples feeling pressing grabbing anything that interested him. All the while he curves is assault back under your ears Whispering more filthy things into them while he licks and sucks your ear lobes.

You Buck your hips grinding yourself into Ingo's mouth, smothering his face with your core. His sweet honey likes saliva making your sensitive core buzz delightfully enhancing your pleasure.

You smell so sweet drowning him in your scent, you squeeze and twitch in his mouth, on his tongue he knows you're close.

"thats it you're doing so good, Cum for me, fill my mouth."

Ingo demand speeding up his hand hitting your thighs encouraging you to explode on his face.

Which you do you fall over that edge his hand harshly slapping your plush thighs over and over as you fill his mouth with your juices.

" it's feeding time dear~" you hear Emmet say as you're lifted and laid over the stump.

Emmet unbuckles his belt his throbbing cock slapping against your face. His Clawed hands brushing through your hair before grabbing.

" and you'll swallow every last drop of me, right dear?"

You nod opening your mouth before Emmet could ask.

"Oh? So obedient, good pet~ you're so good at this~ you're making me feel so verrry good you're perfect~"

Emmet groans sliding his cock inside of your mouth twitching feeling your tongue rub against his shaft.

Ingo lips pepper your ass with kisses " I can never get enough of you, so stunning, so sweet and good for me... I feel so hot~ I need you!" He presses his clothes bulge against your ass his claws digging into your sides letting out breathless huffs he humps against you. " I don't want to enter you just yet~ wanna t-tease my cock, before I reward myself with your tight warm walls. You're my reward sweet thing~"

Emmet gasps his wings flicking as you try to suck him in deeper.

"Y-you want more? You really- really are cock hungry haha" He starts to move pushing himself deeper your mouth warming his cock.

Ingo finally having enough feeling his boxer soak with precum he finally slides both of them off stroking his hard throbbing cock before pressing it against your entrance.

"i-i can't hold back anymore I need to make sure you're sore tomorrow!"

He feels you with one thrust bucking your body into Emmet. You moan around him it's shaft with makes him buck into your mouth.

"Oh! Honey! So good! y-you're going to make me lose control too!"

When you heard this you immediately start moaning pressing your body up against ingo's cock as you suck harder on Emmet's.

Emmet chokes "Hah! I- I think they want us to lose control"

Ingo snarls his hand smacking your ass " do you want that your highness do you want us to breed you?"

" carve your holes with our cocks?"

Ingo's new dirty talk is really getting to you...

Whatever this yellow pollen stuff from that flower was made your sweet King bees completely different people.

Pneumon in response with made Emmet take his cock out of your throat for a second.

"talk whore"

You cough getting a minute to catch your breath "Please fill me up I want nothing more than to be filled with your cum"

Emmet breath goes heavy immediately filling your mouth back up with his cock.

"F-fuck! Y-you a-are so verrrry cute!" He says grabbing a festival of your hair as he begins thrusting hard into your mouth.

Your eyes roll back as you feel Ingo speed up as well, slamming himself as deep as he could inside of you deep and hard thrusts hitting every spot making your toes curl in your back arch.

Your screams are muffled as you cream on Ingo's cock, your insides clamping down on him milking him for all he's worth.

"O-oh H-highness... you're, too good, gonna to make me-! F-fuck!"

You felt every hot load shoot deep inside of you. "S-so much!" Ingo sobs even after he filled you so full he's still cumming letting out a grown of disappointment when some of his seed spills onto the floor . However Ingo doesn't stop, only slowing down bucking with each pulse of his cock, to instead begin pounding faster riding out his orgasm "S-so good! More! M-mooore!"

Your muffled squeals make Emmet shake, his eyes rolling back as he fills your throat with sticky hot seed, soon overflowing your mouth making you drool White.

Emmet growls in frustration at your wasteful behavior

"T-take it! take it all! You said you were hungry, drink more!"

Your bees begin to get more ravenous with each orgasm they swapped places before taking you on different parts of the ground.

You are surely going to be sore tomorrow or maybe for a whole week.

Distinctly remember Ingo staying true to his words, your nails digging into the dirt while he uses your hole as his fleshlight.

Or Emmet folding your legs in half pounding down into you.

Well... maybe not as distinctly The hours begin to blur as morning turned into dusk when the pollen started to finally wear off.

You were covered in cum and yellow pollen.

The twins laying on the ground away from you exhausted beyond belief.

They concluded that the pollen does not affect humans, but to bee hybrids a powerful aphrodisiac effect that lasts for hours.

You were covered in pollen so they probably had to wash you off in a nearby spring before bringing you back to the hive. No doubt the drones were absolutely worried for their kings and Royal.

Seeing how much their Royal enjoyed their time together with the pollen....

and how affectionate they were when they got home. They will be sending a team to collect and study the pollen for urm... research.

As for the Royal and Emmet...

After a week of the Royals recovery from uuh... B-back pain... Ingo forced them and Emmet to take a weeks worth of Botany class with the head of the agriculture Department.

[sleepingdeath-light]

hinge!submas smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; 🥭 anon (20/05/23) [6/6]

fandom(s) ; pokémon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; emmet, ingo

outline ; “🥭 anon here! I’m so happy you’re willing to give my Submas request a shot even if it’ll take a while!! ✨ take as much time as you need, because I’m desperate to see content for these sillies and perfection takes time so I can wait~ I’d like to request sfw and nsfw general relationship headcanons for the Submas bros (separate headcanons and poly headcanons) with a male reader If possible!! 👉👈 also I appreciate that you write for male readers I think that’s great!!!!!!!!!!!”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, threesomes, semi public sex, exhibitionism & voyeurism

note ; to state the obvious, the twins share a partner but are not involved with each other

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

generally speaking threesomes aren’t particularly common because the two have very mismatched libidos — emmet’s being extremely high and ingo’s being quite low

so you’re more likely to have sex with emmet than ingo on a day to day basis

that being said when they do happen, threesomes with these two are mind blowing

being identical twins, they’re equal in size and they’re both much larger and thicker than average — meaning you’re going to be filled in every hole they’re in

the most common position with both of them is spit-roasting — having one brother in your mouth and the other in your hole whilst you suck one and fuck the other (they alternate which is which)

but they’re also up for sandwiching you — with both of being in your ass

emmet is a switch and is far more adventurous and risky than his brother, whilst ingo is much more dominant and conservative with where he’ll have sex with you

he is, however, willing to cover for you and steer people away when you and emmet are having a particularly risky fuck (usually in one of the carriages on his subway)

ingo will occasionally scold emmet for being too bratty/mouthy in bed if he starts getting on his nerves, but he’ll leave the actual punishment up to you and focus on pleasuring you instead

there are times where one of the brothers will be pleasuring you (orally or anally) whilst the other watches and gives instructions or commentary (‘bravo! he seemed to like that’ or ‘you should be rougher. he enjoys that.’ for example)

whilst emmet is much more likely to start pleasuring you in a public setting (subtle handjobs for example), ingo does enjoy watching you squirm and try to keep quiet and might join his brother in trying to get you to react — but only if you don’t have a direct audience

they both enjoy marking you, so i hope you enjoy wearing turtlenecks or wearing foundation on your neck

when it comes to aftercare, emmet usually takes care of the fetching food and drink whilst ingo talks you through what happened and cleans you up

they want to make sure you’re okay in the aftermath — and you do the same for them to make sure that they don’t experience sub drop or dom drop respectively

[gogo-gogurtman]

Got some submas SFW headcanons coming up tomorrow or by Monday :)

Something to nibble on as I work on the Warden Ingo x Reader smut :DDD

(It would also by my first full fic, ofc it would be smut with my ravenous ass 🤦‍♀️)

[onestepbackwards]

I have come to chat my good sir

Ok so imagine the classic trope of the submas s/o getting stuck in the wall it's been in my mind all day I just need to know how they would feel seeing there s/o in such a position ;)

To be honest it depends on where they catch you like this, and if you are in any immediate danger. 🔞🔞🔞

Let’s say though they find you in the subway tunnels, way away from any prying eyes. Both make sure you are okay, and the structure is stable. After that though? It’s incredibly easy for both to fall into temptation. If you are okay with it, both might take advantage of the situation. Ingo would be nervous. Just seeing your backside, all ready just for him for the taking? He quickly gets hot under the collar. This is something he has seen in more... erotic videos he has watched. Would you be willing to indulge him? “I-If you’ll let me, may I service you?” His voice is several octaves deeper, and he’s lovingly rubbing the curve of your ass. You swear you can feel his hard on against your thigh. Emmet however, has no shame. The moment he knows you aren’t in any danger, his hands are wandering. Your ass, thighs, nothing is left untouched. Come on! This is one of his fantasies! Won’t you let him have this? If you agree to let him fuck you, his pants are off faster than you can blink. “Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You don’t think you have heard him this happy in months. No doubt you end up stuck in the hole in the wall for a long while before anyone asks where Subway Boss Emmet is. The next time anyone sees you both, he’s looking mighty pleased with himself, all while you are struggling to walk. If you are dating both, they absolutely spit roast you. One taking your mouth while the other fucks you from behind. Both love this. It’s a dream come true. It ends up being hours before any of you are seen again in the station. Maybe it would be alright if they both hold back on telling maintenance about the hole in the wall...

[jumpingjoltiks]

I want sugar daddy submas but a date with emmet. I feel like after a fancy lunch. They went to buy luxury furniture. And emmet asks the reader to decorate their house or room in ways that she wants it to be. And when the reader is choosing what sofa goes best in the living room (or her room) Emmett is just imaging all the kinds of things he can do with you on that sofa (and whether that sofa is good for sexy time.) when looking at all the mirror he just thinks about how he can f you in front of the mirror and see all the angle

Anon, I am so unbelievably sorry that this took so long to answer, but it has been eating at my brain for the entire time it's been sitting in my inbox and I really wanted to get it right. I hope what I finally came up was worth the wait!

Luxuries

Summery: Emmet takes you furniture shopping for the twin's summer house. Certain unspoken presumptions and misunderstandings in your relationship with the twins come to light. A little angst with a happy ending 💕

Pairings: Sugar Daddy!Emmet x Reader (GN), Implied Sugar Daddy!Ingo x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (Minors Begone!), Sugar Daddy-esque relationship (and the consequences and implications of such), smut, dirty fantasies, personal and financial insecurities.

After a wonderful morning of trying on clothes and being spoiled to death by Ingo, Emmet meets both of you at a small diner. You’ve never even heard of this place but the atmosphere here is incredibly cozy.

The whole interior is a beautiful, solid hardwood, and each covered table is set up against a curtained window that lets in the light. The booths, far from the cheap vinyl you're used to in diners, are instead actual loveseats made with real leather. The tile floor below you is a lovely dark green, which makes the isle in between tables look like an emerald sea.

“I didn’t think you’d like a place like this. It’s very vintage.” And fancy. You think. This is like no diner you've ever been to.

“That’s because it’s been in business for nearly a century.” Ingo says as he takes the seat across from you, “We’ve been coming here since we first started at Gear Station.”

He sets a small bag under the table. It contains a wonderfully soft cardigan you'd found on a sale rack on your way out of the tailor's. Its price tag could have fed you for two weeks, but Ingo insisted on buying it for you anyway.

It's absurd to feel weird over a cardigan, you tell yourself, especially when it was the cheapest thing bought for you today. You put on a brave face at the tailor’s, mostly because there was someone else already there, but you’re really not used to having so much money to use on whatever you want.

Maybe that was it. The rest of the beautiful, beautiful clothes could be excused as a business expense, like a uniform for a job. But the cardigan, that was for you only. There was no getting around that.

Emmet's voice startles you out of your thoughts, and all of a sudden you're back in the diner.

“Yup yup! This building used to be the dining carriage on the luxury cross-regional line.” Emmet explains, sliding in next to you. His whole expression is aglow with happiness. You’ve come to understand that different smiles mean different things with him. This one shines with warmth. “They have done a lot of work to preserve and recreate as much as they can. These are even the same kind of chairs and tables they used back then!”

“I never even knew this was here…” You take a moment to marvel at the intricate wallpaper and polished wooden walls and try very hard not to think about how much has already been spent today.

“It’s a real gem, don’t you think?” Ingo’s eyes are sparkling. He looks so happy just to share this with you. “Everything here is wonderful as well. Please take a look at the menu and order whatever you’d like. It’s on us.”

~~~

If the twin’s choice of lunch surprised you, Emmet’s choice of where to take you on a date shocks you even more.

“Is this… a furniture store?”

“Mhmm!” Emmet watches your expression carefully. “I know it is unusual. But I want your help picking out some pieces for my and Ingo’s summer house. We have to host a bunch of parties this year. You’ll be spending a lot of time there with us and we want you to be comfortable.”

To his credit, Emmet doesn’t mention a thing about wanting to buy furniture for your place. He’s never been inside (truthfully, he doesn’t even know where you live), but judging from what Elesa’s told him about your lifestyle, it could probably use something nicer. And he would love to give it to you.

“But shouldn’t Ingo be here for that too?”

“Hmmmm, no. We have verrry similar tastes. And we both trust your sense of style, so he agreed to let us go together.”

“Oh. Okay then.” You still look unsure, but Emmet doesn’t seem to notice. He takes you by the hand and your heart flutters inside your chest.

“Full steam ahead!”

~~~

Calling the store massive is an understatement. Even in a city like Nimbasa, you've never seen anything like this.

It's like a labyrinth in here. Every way you turn is a new room full of a setup of furniture. Some of them are kitchens with huge sinks and granite countertops. Others are elaborate dining rooms with tables set for fifty. The ones Emmet most wants to explore are the living rooms.

Maybe this can be a good opportunity to get to know him after all. While browsing a whole wall full of chairs, you ask about his decorating style and preferences.

"Ingo and I like a modern look. It fits with our professional image, so it’s good for places we have to host in." His expression seems reserved, despite his smile.

You think back to how much they loved the old, vintage dining car, and wonder if sticking to a modern 'professional image' can be joined with what they actually like in practice.

Your eyes scan over the chairs, and you find a dark brown, almost black leather piece toward the center. It's traditional, in that the upholstery is very classic, but the lines are crisp and sharp, modern. You don't think it would look out of place in either scenario. You point it out.

"What about that one?"

Emmet brings a hand to his chin, considering, silent. You're worried you may have made a mistake until he quite suddenly turns around and marches across the room. He stops in front of a matched pair of very modern, round side tables, one black and one white, accented with marble tops and gold trim.

"A pair of those chairs with these tables could fill a nook by one of the windows." He says. "Verrry nice. An excellent combination!"

"That would be so cozy! It would be a nice place to sit and talk for a while." You say, excited that he's on board. "A rug under them all would help mark the space as its own little area.”

"Yes!" He puts a hand on your shoulder. “Let's mark these down and remember to look at rugs later. For now, couches."

~~~

There are almost as many couches in this place as there are chairs.

At one point, Emmet grabs your hand and pulls you down onto a loveseat with him to test it out. It's very comfy. Comfier still with you cuddled up under his arm.

Across from you both is a mirror on a large wall. It’s beautiful, with golden leaves and flowers surrounding the frame. In it, Emmet can see you curled into his side. He sees your reflection turn and gaze up at him. The look in your eyes is like he hung the stars. He wants you to always look at him like that.

How easy would it be, to turn his head and kiss you? His lips would fit against yours perfectly. He’s thought about it so many times already. In the dead of night. In the quiet morning. In the dull monotony of the work day. He wonders how you would react. Would you swoon against him, melt into him like he was made for you? His hand has already found its way to your waist. One quick tug, and you'd fall right into his lap - where you belong.

You'd sigh as his lips ghost their way down your neck. He'd trail kisses across your shoulders like rain. You’d gasp at the rough texture of his sideburns against your sweet, soft skin. He’d nip, maybe even bite. Ingo had gotten you those clothes in black… he’d have to mark you in other ways. In places only he could see.

Emmet thinks of his hand slipping across your neck to give a gentle squeeze. You’d shudder in his arms and your eyes would slip closed. His hand would slide down across your chest. Lower. Lower. He feels you breathe against him. The fluttering of your heartbeat. Lower. To the waist of your pants. He’d stop, rubbing his thumb against the line where clothing meets skin, until your hand wraps around his and shows him exactly what you want.

He’d look up from where he sucks dark bruises onto your shoulder. Silver eyes blown dark with lust would meet yours through the reflection. You’d watch yourself become the very image of desperation as he worked you. You would see how he took you apart piece by piece and built you back together with only his touch. The jerking of your hips against his hand. The friction driving you to a squirming mess against him. You’d be laid out before him in the mirror like a feast.

"Emmet..." Your voice is like honey to his ears. A voice on the breeze that whispers, begs for more. He’d give you anything. Everything. "Emmet..."

…

"Emmet, are you there?"

He snaps out of his trance. Just like that, the dream is gone. He's back in the furniture store with you sitting next to him.

"I am Emmet. I was lost on a train of thought. What were you saying?"

“This chair is nice, but I don’t know about the color. I wanted to know what you think.”

“I think we should get this mirror.”

“The mirror?” You look baffled, and turn to make a face at your reflection. It doesn’t really seem like his style, “Why?”

“I like the view I’m seeing in it.”

~~~

Emmet circles a huge sectional. It’s been presented with a luxurious, dark grey fabric. His hands sweep across the back and he notes that even the top is cushioned. There’s so much room, he could fuck you in a different position on it every day for a month and still have opportunities for more. The prospect has merit…

He shakes himself out of it. Any more daydreaming, and you’ll start to get worried about him. Besides, as much as he wants it to be, your relationship isn’t like that with them. Not yet.

“What about this couch?” He asks as you take a seat. You bounce as you plop down, and his fingers tighten indistinguishably on the upholstery.

Its humiliating for you to think about how this couch wouldn't even fit in your apartment. It’s lovely, really. And very nice to sit on. It's even softer than your bed! But it’s far too big for your little studio, (if you could even call a space so small a studio. You’re pretty sure Elesa's closet is bigger than your apartment).

“It’s really comfy! Will it work in your summer house?”

“It might be a little small…” He thinks aloud, coming around the side to drop next to you. Emmet leans back, putting his feet up onto the ottoman in front. “We could add a few more sections to it. It would look nice in the conversation pit. Or…”

He turns to you with a look on his face that’s clearly trying to be nonchalant.

“We could always get it for your place.”

You nearly choke. “My place?” You look away, trying to control your expression. There’s no way that would work. It couldn’t even fit it through the door. You try to keep your voice measured, throw in a small laugh, “I don’t know about that…”

“If you do not like it, there are lots of other things here. We could always find something else.”

Emmet says it like buying something like this for you is nothing. And for him, maybe it is. It occurs to you that you don’t really know much about their lives at all, or how well off they actually are. Maybe they really did go through life not even thinking about what it cost them.

Meanwhile, your funds have been so low that you haven’t even thought about replacing the ratty old futon you’ve had since college. There are a million other things that you’re more concerned about than your comfort - like fixing your car, or paying off your school debts, or how until recently, you struggled to afford just surviving from one month to another.

“Um.. maybe. Why don’t we take a look in the next room.”

Anything to get away from this couch.

~~~

Emmet’s warm smile has fallen. His lips are pursed and there’s a furrow in his brow, like how he looks when trying to come up with battle strategies. You pick at your cuticles. Silence stretches out in between you two like an impassible river. Emmet has always been quieter than his brother, but it’s never been like this before.

“You said you have a conversation pit in your summer home?” You ask, trying to kickstart the conversation again. He’d also said you’d be spending time there, so… “When will I get to visit?”

And you pray the answer is still soon.

Some tension seems to leave him as he answers, “We usually host two parties for the season. Ingo and I would love you to be there for both,”

“I’d like that!” You answer, a little too quickly. But he seems to take it well. He almost looks relieved, and that comforts you as well.

Once you’ve broken the ice, conversation flows easily between you two once more. In fact, you’re both doing really well together! Your chatter is lighthearted, sometimes even boldly teasing, and though you have to hustle to keep up with his long legs and purposeful stride, you find he keeps looking toward you, like he wants to make sure you’re still with him. It’s endearing.

Until he tries to buy you another couch. Another wave of shame crests over you – it’s so powerful that you can’t think of what to do or how to save this moment without losing it. And it was going so well, too!

“Emmet, please stop. I’m sorry, but I don’t think you should buy this.”

“What, why?” He seems baffled, like he can’t figure out what you mean, “Is the color wrong? You shouldn’t worry. We can get it redone to fit your tastes.”

“I- no. That’s not- I just wouldn’t be comfortable with it.”

“But… it’s very comfortable?” Emmet looks confused, “The cushions are plenty soft. You just said so.”

“No, no. I mean, I don’t feel comfortable with you buying something like this for me!”

"But that’s why we're here. You deserve to be comfortable."

He pauses for a moment, as if struck by something.

"Are you not comfortable? With Ingo and I buying you things?"

You pause. Today has been a lot, with Ingo taking you to such a fancy, expensive tailor and Emmet wanting to buy you all of this new furniture. It’s so much money. More than you’ve ever had to spend on your own. But truthfully, it’s nice too. To be able to look at something and not have to worry about what it cost. To just decide you can have it, no matter what it was.

And it was nice, SO nice, to have people who wanted to give it to you.

"It's been really nice. But…" You sit down on the nearest couch, eyes facing downward as you try to put together the words to express how you’re feeling without choking.

But at what cost? You’re not naive. You know that this relationship is transactional. Every debt will have to be paid eventually. Once it’s all wrung up, what will the price on your shoulders be?

You’re scared that soon the spell will be broken. The debt collector will come knocking and demand something you can’t give. What will you do then, stuck with a price you can’t bear to pay and no way to back out? It’s terrifying. Would Ingo and Emmet do that to you? You’ve known them long enough to think that they probably wouldn’t, but how can you really be sure? How can you be sure of anything?

Emmet carefully sits across from you, patiently waiting for your next words.

“I don’t know why you’re both… It’s all so much, and I don’t know what you’re expecting from me in exchange for all of this.” Your expression is worried, almost scared.

Emmet feels his veins turn to ice. He suddenly feels like how he did as a child, making a rookie mistake in a battle and finding out how quickly and badly things could backfire on him. This was the last impression he or Ingo ever wanted to give.

"We are not buying you things because we want something from you. We wanted to do this for you because we like seeing you happy. You should have nice things." Your eyes are watery. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and offers it to you. “We only want you to be happy. Is that hard to believe?”

Emmet knows now that the game is almost up. The three of you are going to have to sit down and talk about your relationship – it’s all too quickly growing out of the convenient agreement it started as and into something more. They want to give you more, but Emmet realizes that they shouldn’t have assumed you’d just accept without talking it through first. You were so much more than what you could give to them. Yet somewhere along the way he and Ingo had both failed to consider how you might make assumptions about their intentions.

And then there’s the matter of their attraction to you. Emmet likes you. Wants you. They both do. But they can’t stand the idea of you thinking they’re buying you. Love that is an obligation is not what they want. It is so much more than that for them.

“I am Emmet. And I am sorry. I should have known it was too much to offer.” He says as you wipe your eyes. “I am serious though. Neither Ingo or I would ever expect anything like that.”

“I-” You take a deep breath, “Thank you. I’m sorry too. I should have told you how I was feeling sooner.”

Emmet reaches out and takes your hand in his. This time, you don’t pull away.

“Do you think we could start our date over?” He asks. You look at him and know that if you said no right now, he would take you home and everything would still be okay. “What if we just did something fun together instead? The amusement park is still open.”

You laugh through the last of your tears. “I’d like that. Can we ride the ferris wheel?”

He rubs a thumb over your knuckles.

“That sounds perfect.”

~~~

Thanks for reading! 💕

If you liked this fic, there is now a direct sequel!

[ya-bug-boy]

Omg heyyyy :3 so happy to have found a male ready fanfic writer around here!!

Also HOLY MOLY my submas hyperfixation is coming back after I got Ingo in Pokémon Masters EX this morning ALJSJSKAA I LOVE HIM. HE’S SO SKRUNKY

*Ahem* anyways- I’d like to request.. smut -w- I’d like dom submas bros x sub male reader headcanons! It’s a bummer that every male reader x submas fic I’ve read has us as the sub which is honestly unrealistic on my end because I don’t have a dom bone in my body- I’m a shy boi and I need these dom babies to take care of me qwq (Also you can write headcanons of the brothers separately or together as a poly, I don’t mind any ^^)

DOM Submas x SUB Reader!

Putting the rest of these headcanons under a read more because well, MINORS DNI

Dating the twins initially started off as a sweet and tender romance but sleeping with both of them is a complete different experience.

Emmet loves having a lot of control when it comes to you sexually. He likes it when you beg and cry for him to make you cum. Your orgasms are always particularly hard because he either makes you cum super quickly or builds up a lot of tension before finally letting you have your release.

Ingo likes "breaking" you, by making you go through multiple orgasms before he finally gets a turn because seeing you completely spent and lust drunk is such a good turn on.

You have separate safewords for when you're with a specific twin or both! Safety checks are always important. Ingo checks your consent by referencing the colors of a stoplight (green, yellow, red) whereas Emmet likes to check by how nicely you scream and beg to be fucked.

If you spend too much time with one twin, expect the other to get a little "revenge" by being especially harder on you. Ignore the both of them and you'll be bound to the bed, in for a good and long time.

The two get competitive with you, trying to see who can make you cum the most/longest. They take turns with your ass or with your mouth.

Emmet is more physical when it comes to teasing whereas Ingo is better at dirty talking to you.

One of their favorite things to do is to bind your wrists behind your back. You're sitting on Ingo when Emmet is eye level with your cock. Ingo dirty talks to you and forces you to watch Emmet tease your leaking cock, the two are determined to make you cum while touching you as little as possible before just completely ravaging you.

[ciderwitch]

Mhm mhm *throws kink HCS at you*

🔞 MDNI as usual because I'm a menace

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

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

Boss Emmet

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

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

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

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

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

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

Also he would love to be your horny puppy mistress.

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

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

Boss Ingo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[smallestapplin]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT Sex addicted Greaser submas. That's it that's the request. flkjfdksljf Their sweet, innocent angel of a partner, getting dirty with them? Letting both corrupt them? It drives them wild. But there's the catch. Even though both want you every time they see you... You still are stuck with your parents till you are done with college. They hardly get to see you... It drives them up the wall when they don't get to see their angel, let alone touch you as much as they want :(

-Silver Anon

Anything for you👀 I would also like to thank @yanban-san for helping me edit this! They are a life saver!

🔞18+ only! MDNI!🔞

Afab reader they/them given the petname ‘Angel’ and ‘Doll’ also in their twenties. Little mean to Emmet. Reader is with both twins. Womb is said a few times. Cock warming. Dom reader turned sub. Rough sex.

word count : 3,112

-🔞18+Only!🔞

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The two knew they were doomed the second you entered their lives, what with how you helped Emmet without a second thought, how caring you were even after the younger twin left your supervision, with a few bandages.

They were smitten.

And made it their goal to make you theirs.

Who knew such a good little thing like you was so addicting? Even after winning your heart, and getting to shower you in kisses wasn’t enough.

They found the taste of your lips addictive.

It’s always a race to see who can get to you first, just to kiss you.

Emmet always plays dirty, just so he can kiss you first. His kisses are always so hot and heavy, quick to slam his lips against yours, and push his tongue into your mouth as he spins you both around.

You’ve never parted from the younger twins lips, without a thin string of saliva connecting you two.

Ingo uses a mix of brute force and speed to get to you first. When he kisses you, he makes it his mission to steal your breath away. Pressing his lips firmly against yours, holding your body against him until you start to squirm, wanting more.

But he leaves you longing for more.

The more you give them, the more they want. But how can they get more when you’re stuck with your parents? Who pay for your college, making you rely on them until you’re finished with it?

It makes their blood boil, until they see you greeting them with a smile.

They made sure the first time you had sex with them was perfect, the two had to fight tooth and nail to be gentle with you, wanting your first coupling with them to special.

But how could they when you feel so good? Look so good drooling all wrecked for them? Begging them for more?

In their eyes you went from a sweet, pure Angel, to a succubus they are willing to give their lives to.

They wanted you more and more and more, until it seemed like you'd taken over their whole attention, their whole life.

But they don’t get to see you often, as you’re often working on your college courses, at campus, or working around your home.

They can’t stop by whenever they want.

Though Ingo can, and that fact makes Emmet livid.

Most of your town believes Ingo is the sweet boy next door type, who is unfortunately related to his wild brother.

None the wiser that they are called the Terror Twins for a reason.

But even then Ingo still has a hard time finding the right time.

Even sneaking into your room doesn’t help much.

Both greasers are addicted to you, your presence, your cunt, and oh, your cries!

Your ears perk up to the sound of your phone vibrating, and even though you know picking it up is dangerous, you just can't help yourself, you know that.

But you do anyway, wanting to see how needy your boys are for you, and you aren’t disappointed.

The first messages is from Ingo.

‘Can I come over? I’ve been missing you.’

‘I won’t distract you from your work, just sit on my cock, please? I’ll behave.’

‘Fuck, I miss you. I miss your taste, miss you crying out for me.’

You rub your thighs together, chuckling at how needy he is.

Another ding catches your attention. Face flushing with color as Ingo sends you a picture, of him holding a pair of your panties to his face, sniffing them as you can see the bulge in his pants, seeing a spot from his leaking cock.

You can see his blushing cheeks, see the drool leaking from his mouth.

Who would’ve thought you’d have such a man wrapped around your finger?

Another different sounding ding alerts you. Checking to see, you can’t help but softly laugh at seeing Emmet’s name pop up.

‘Pleeease, Angel? Let me visit! Let me use you while you work, please!’

You can’t help but love what you’ve done to them, love seeing them so desperate for you, love how they beg you.

‘Let me bend you over your desk, let me fuck you full of my cum.’

‘I won’t be loud! I promise!’

‘Just the thought of fucking you has my cock twitching, pleeeasee?’

Your eyes light up at a video he sends you, of him fisting his cock, whimpering your name.

“C-can’t cum! Wanna, wanna save it for you! Let me fill you! Mark you!”

Watching as he tilts his head back, tongue hanging from his open mouth with a cry. You coo when he stops stroking his dick, listening to him whimpering and seeing his shaft throb.

The video ends, but it leaves your mind racing with thoughts.

Just six more months left of your semester and you can leave, move in with them, and they can have you as much as they want.

But you doubt those two can last that long, especially with how it seems they are edging themselves, just to save all their cum for fucking your pussy full. You send Emmet a message first.

‘I’m sorry you can’t visit, I have much to do and little time. And I know you, you’re so greedy and the second you’re inside me you’d lose control.’

You giggle at the frowns face the younger twin sends you, before texting Ingo.

‘I know you’d behave, but you’d only distract me. I know how you get when you don’t have my attention.’

You shake your head with a smile. Your parents maybe out but you don’t need your neighbors seeing them. You know they love you, they never miss a chance to tell you or show you.

But ever since they had you for the first time, it’s like they've become ravenous beasts, wanting more and barely able to restrain themselves.

You can’t blame them, ever since you had fit their cocks inside you, you can’t help but feel the same way.

But you had things to do if you wanted to move in with them faster.

They know this too, but they can’t help but be greedy for your pussy.

An hour had passed since you last got a message from them, so you thought that was the end of it, as you typed out the final part of your essay.

Until you hear the faint sound of your window opening.

You let out a muted sigh, knowing already who it is, since Ingo works late tonight.

“Emmet.”

Your voice barely a whisper, but firm, though with a hint of exasperation.

He hugs you from behind, whining.

“I’m sorry, I just missed you sooo much!”

You can’t be too mad, leaning against his hold as he showers your cheek and neck with so many kisses.

Emmet lifts you up, sitting down in your chair and placing you on his lap. He nuzzles so sweetly against your neck, pressing you down on his hard on, loving how you feel against him.

Looking down, you sees he’s placed you perfectly on him, his bulge pressing right against your clothed crotch.

Your breathing hics, feeling him grind up into you.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He whispered, his hot breath fanning against your skin.

“Emmet, I have things to finish.”

The greaser whines, burying his face back into your neck.

You love messing with him.

“Tell you what, let me cock warm you, and if you behave, once I’m finished with this essay I’ll let you fuck me, deal?”

He moves quickly, undoing his pants and ripping your panties off. Barely having time to realize he soaked his fingers with his drool to rub your wet heat.

“M-mm!”

��Gotta make sure you’re prepped for me.”

His voice low as he nips at your ear lobe, kissing down to your neck, sucking small marks.

Emmet trembles, feeling just how wet you are sends him reeling. Moaning with you when he pushes a finger into your hole.

You grip the arms of your chair, biting your lip to silence yourself as Emmet pushes another finger in.

His palm grinding against your clit with every move of his fingers. Emmet groans, squirming in the chair, cock already leaking with precum.

“So good! So fucking hot.” You can feel his drool on your shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re so- mm!- so needy tonight.”

He can’t argue, he’s been edging himself for so long, just so he can fuck it all into you. Even with just his fingers in you, he can tell he’s close.

Like he might just cum from finger fucking you alone.

He wants more, he wants more and to never stop.

Your slick coating his hand makes it hard to hold still, especially with how you’re trying to muffle your sounds.

“Em, please, you’re gonna make me cum-!”

“Hm? You’re gonna cum? From this? How cute.”

You grab his wrist, yanking his hand away from your dripping pussy. Ignoring his soft, pitiful whimpers.

“Nooo! I wanna make you cum, please? For me?”

He can only pout for a second, until you stroke his dick, coating it in his and your juices.

Emmet tosses his head against your chair, back arching as you grind his cock against your slit.

“Barely done anything and you’re already twitching? Just how deprived are you?”

You tease him, not expecting him to grab your and shove you down onto his throbbing dick.

Quickly, you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. Emmet bites down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering back.

You are barely half way on him before he cums, flooding your pussy with his thick, hot spent. Yet that doesn’t stop him from thrusting up into you, leaning you slightly over your desk to fit his cock nice and snug inside your clenching walls.

He’s near tears, finally! Finally he’s inside you! It’s been almost a month since he last had you, and it’s been hell! He couldn’t take much more!

You whine, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling him still pumping cum into you.

Emmet goes to move you, only for you to smack his hands off of you.

“You are gonna sit here and look pretty while I work, that was the deal.”

You wish you could see his face, see how it twists up into the most blissed out expression. He wants to argue, but his mind is left foggy with the pleasure you’re giving him.

He brings his arm up to cover his face, biting into the leather of his jacket. Oh his perfect angel, teasing him! Mocking him! He could cum again. “Now hold still.”

The sound of you typing is all that echoes in your bedroom, aside from his muffled whimpers.

He doesn’t know how much longer he can last! Feeling you clench randomly on him, like you’re trying to milk him. Every shift of your hips has him biting his sleeve, trying to be quiet.

If he moves just a little….

Emmet tenses up, crying out into his arm as the sound of you slapping his thigh echoes.

“I said hold still.”

He moves his arm to breath, chest heaving to gulp down air.

“Again again, please I need more, mmMM! Sooo good!”

He can’t help but beg, to cry for more. He needs to move, needs to fuck you, he can’t live without his angel!

He’s addicted to you, needing all of you, wanting all of you, wanting whatever you’ll give him.

He wants to sob, it’s pure torture! He wants you bouncing on his cock! Yet you’re sitting so pretty on him, feeling so good around him, he just needs more.

The sound of you typing is taunting him, but he can’t move, not unless he wants to upset you. Tossing his head back, he lets out a keening sound.

So mean to him! He loves it.

Oh having his sweet, seemingly innocent darling ordering him around, HIM! He’s so lucky.

All the things you can do it him, or order him to do!

You tends up and bit your lip, trembling at the feeling of Emmet’s cum spurting into you, filling you up again.

“You’re such a needy whore, I swear.”

“Fuck! Yes! M’your whore, just please let me fuck you Darrrling!”

Wrapping his arms around you, pressing his chest against your back, once again drooling onto your shoulder.

You can see his quivering smile out of the corner of your eye, his face bright red and eyes lined with tears.

He looks so desperate.

“The more you disturb me, the longer this’ll take, which means the longer you have to wait.”

He looks so hurt when you say that.

“Hnnn please! I’m sorry, I’ll be good, verrry good!”

“I know you will.”

You reach back and rub his cheek, chuckling at how he leans into your touch, nuzzling against your palm.

He leans his head against you once you move your hand away. You go over your writing, just to make sure it meets all the requirements for your professor.

Ignoring your lovers soft kisses along your neck, gently nipping at your skin to try and get your attention, but it doesn’t work.

You can feel his cock throbbing inside you. Even after cumming twice, he still wants more.

His hands slowly start move under your sleep shirt, slowly inching towards your chest. You shudder under his calloused hands rubbing your skin, trying to hold still when his thumbs brush against your nipples.

You save your work and send it off, sighing, you can finally pay attention to your very needy boyfriend.

“There, all done.”

Emmet cries out as you grind down, shallowing fucking yourself on him. His hands fly down to your hips, lifting you up and slamming you on your work desk.

You barely had time to cover your mouth, before he’s slamming into you. The sound of wet skin slapping echoes in your room, his balls slapping against your clit with every harsh thrust of his hips. Emmet leans over you, chest pressing against your back as he moans into your shoulder.

“Your cunt feels so good! Haaa! Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Grabbing your hips, keeping you still as he fucks himself stupid with your pussy. He buries his teeth into your shoulder, quieting his cries.

You’re no better, squeals muffled by your hand, while the other grabs onto his hand, holding it to ground yourself.

His cock keeps slamming so deep into you, right to your sweet spot. Your mind cloudy with pleasure, while he takes you like a rutting beast.

Emmet can’t stop! His hips moving on their own, you just feel so good! Your cunt trying to milk him, and he’s more than happy to give.

“E-Em! Ooooh! So deep! Ah-!!”

He’s losing him mind, only wanting to fuck you more, pour his cum deep inside you! Your nails dig into his hand as you squeal, throwing your ass back to fuck yourself on his cock as you cum.

His eyes roll back, feeling you clench around him.

“Cumming! M’cumming! Cumming in your greedy pussy!”

You lay your head on your table, whining from his hips barely slowing down, continuing to pump his spent into you.

Both of you unable to hear someone else climbing through your window, until Emmet is yanked away from you and tossed just over your bed.

You yelp as you’re grabbed, and made to sit on the newcomers’ lap, back on your chair.

Cock already out.

You stare in shock, frantically looking back, only to be greeted with Ingo’s furious face.

His frown turned into more of a scowl, and those alabaster eyes glowering with a lust filled rage.

“Like hell I’m letting him get you any longer!”

He shoves you down on his cock, causing you to squeal. You toss your head back against his shoulder, crying out for more.

The older twin is furious his brother got more time with you, getting to fuck you, when it should’ve been him fucking you! And he intends to make up for lost time.

Your sleep shirt is ripped, leaving your bouncing tits on display, along with with your dripping, stuffed cunt.

The thick head of his cock easily breaching your womb, fucking you so deep, taking you like you’re a toy for his pleasure.

“Fuuck! It’s like you were made for my cock! Could keep you here- ah!- keep you stuffed with my cum.” His pants into your ear, kissing your neck before littering it with his marks.

Your loud cries easily overshadow Emmet’s displeased groan.

Sitting up from the other side of the bed, watching your body being forcibly bounced on a cock that isn’t his.

He wants to be angry, angry from being removed from his favorite spot.

“Fuck! Look at that lewd face!”

But you’re so beautiful like this, all blissed out, and only theirs!

Ingo grits his teeth, putting all his weight and strength into every thrust, brutally fucking your pussy.

“What a filthy Doll we have.”

Your drool drips from your open mouth, down to your chest.

Ingo moves up hand to your chest, groping and pinching your nipples, while his other hand rubs harsh circles on your clit. Moaning just as loud as you.

“Ingooo! S-sensitive! Ooh I’m- I’m gonna-“

A loud squeal rips from your throat, cumming all over Ingo’s dick. He doesn’t stop, still battering your womb with his fat cock.

“C’mon, keep milking my cock! Just like that. What a good little thing-!”

Ingo hides his face in your neck, crying out as he fucks your pussy full of his hot cum, making sure you take all of it.

In your blissed out hazed, you don’t see Emmet moving until he’s in front of you.

Ingo removes his hand from your tit, bringing it back down to your hip to piston your pussy better.

While Emmet shoves his tongue down your throat, greedily licking up all your drool. Your cries and mewls are muted by Emmet’s desperate kissing.

His hands resting on your waist, sliding up to caress your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging at your sensitive nipples.

Tears pour down your face from your body being so roughly toyed with, but you’re loving it, loving how they keep filling you with their cocks and cum, keeping you full.

How they are so desperate, so needy for you, wanting you and only you! You grip Emmet’s leather jacket, just for something to hold onto.

Trying so hard to cry for more.

After all, you’re addicted to them as much as they are addicted to you.

And you know they won’t be leaving you empty anytime soon.

[lxmonmallou]

Submas NSFW headcanons

Perpetually down bad please spare me. Some horny, some funny (tw for some lewd mentions of genitals) Filth under the cut

Ingo

▼ Unironically probably says shit like 'ough good heavens!!" whenever he's feeling especially nice ▼ Into degradation receiving, but praise when giving. ▼ mans eats pussy/sucks dick like a fucking king. Loves it. Lives by it. Please do not remove him he will whimper like a kicked dog. ▼He's very much a service sub on any normal occasion. Loves to let you use him and serve you as you wish ▼ if you rile him up tho, by teasing or by being flirty when he can't take action he WILL attack at the most convenient opportunity. I'm talking mad slamming and your poor body blindly used. He will make sure you're properly punished, no matter what. ▼Enjoys if you roleplay frfr, especially if you're taking on a more dominant and punishing role!!! got this boy riled UP please tell him he's been so disobedient and he needs to be punished!! ▼Underwear thief!! do not leave your undergarments unattended ESPECIALLY if you know you'll be away from him for a while. He WILL use them as he pleases so just be aware <3333

Emmet

△ WHORE!!! A SLUT!!! PLEASE!! HAVE SEX W HIM!!!! △ Emmet loves both sides, just raw fucking and also making love. He cherishes you so so much but he is emmet and emmet is a horny bastard △ Def more dom, but if he does sub he is a BRAT whoo lordy is he a brat. △ I'm talking constantly fighting against you, whining and just grating on your nerves until you want to pounce and pummel him (which he would also enjoy so yk feel free) △ Definitely more into exhibitionism than Ingo. He would rather it be more subtle though, like you trying to talk on the phone while he bucks up into you or nestling between your legs while you're on a work zoom meeting △ Opposite of Ingo, loves receiving praise and degrading his partner, but adjusts his degradation to his partners ability. △ Huge tease. Even worse if you, yourself, are a brat to him. Will edge you for hours only to overstim you when he finally lets you have release. ESPECIALLY if you've decided to be a tease during the day. He considers it proper revenge.

[r0-boat]

What if, Reader was the queen of a dying hive and two humans (Ingo and Emmet) wander into her hive?

Imagine the smut possibilities

This is actually a very interesting thought! I thought about it a lot and here's what I have to say:

Here's some head cannons my friend

Beegearstation reversed Au headcannons

(bee royal reader x human twins

Sfw/nsfw

Cw: breeding, slight Emmet bullying, but we still love him in this house, switch reader,switch twins

Sfw

You were a kind and gentle ruler to your hive, being the Survivor out of a hive that wanted to kill you so you couldn't rival their Royal. You didn't like the same for your drones. Your hive was a safe haven for drones that got abandoned or kicked out of their hive.

Because of this, your drones love you and are very protective of you. You know that in the long term, your hive would be in danger; however, you try not to think about it. You try not to let it bother you because as long as you're drones have a place to call home, that's all that matters to you. However, the drones are aware of how much the idea of the future of the hive scares you. They wish they could do something to help, but their bodies were not built to give you suitable young.

On one faithful day, the Drones scrambled around the hive; seems like the Royal had taken another one of their walks alone. That's when they found a human well, the human found them, striking silver eyes, gray hair with sharp sideburns, and a smile on his face; he gazed at you from the vegetation, his eyes widened, having never seen someone of your kind before. His eyes sparkled with curiosity. He wasn't fearful of you like most humans were. In fact, his first words to you were, and you'll never forget, "D-do you come here often?" Your future king was never one for small talk. He was constantly stumbling over his words when he had to be the one to start a conversation. Every time you bring up the fond memory, his face goes red with embarrassment—that cute smile of his twitching while his eyebrows furrowed.

you remember how frightened when you were when you saw him, because of your past, you find it very hard to trust new people, but he seemed friendly enough. You don't know why you got along with him so well maybe it's because he was always truthful with his words no matter how blunt which you appreciate from time to time. (Looking back, you wondered why Emmet liked you so much; there were plenty of humans that could suit his fancy; his older brother only huffed and replied, "That's exactly why!" ...you're not sure what he means by that)

You enjoyed Emmet's company meeting in the same spot at least once a week. You wanted the stories about his human life, your eyes lighting up with wonder when he talked about a vehicle humans use that travels super fast, making the ground Rumble in its path as it roars Its mighty call.

Ingo was introduced to you by Emmet, who was slightly sweeter and a little more upbeat, which was contrasted with his scary face.

Over time, these two became your friends, maybe, even more; you did think of them as suitable mates and Royals for your hive, but you could never spring such a responsibility on them, and... they were human.

When you showed up late, they began to worry... Do you seem weaker? Constantly out of breath, occasionally even stumbling. Swallowing down their fear of breaking your trust, they followed you back to your hive. They overheard everything, the Colony has no future, and you are overworking yourself sick!

They care about you so much, that they beg you to please let them help. They'll do anything they can!

The Kings may be human, but the drones respect them as hard workers and members of The Hive.

When the twins realized that your hive was built in an old ruined Grand Station, they flipped their lid in excitement; they even hit the jackpot, finding a rusty old handcart!

Your Depot drones start picking up on the train speak; your dear human Kings have. You find it rather cute.

Nsfw below

You are a bee hybrid Royal so you are naturally taller than your humans(if that's not what you want you can stay small) it is your choice whether you dominate them or they dominate you~.

Emmet is obsessed with the fluffier parts of your bee body. When he's on top of you he loves snuggling into the fluff while he grinds his fat cock inside you.

To your surprise, your mates, despite being human, react to the royal jelly well. There were no physical changes to their body, but they became very receptive to your pheromones. The reactions are almost animalistic since they are still sensitive to these new feelings.

They can sense how much you need them, and they'll either break down in a sobbing mess begging for you to touch or use them. Or demand and overpower you like an animal in a rut.

As you lay there begging for him to breed you. Telling him that he'll make a strong brood. Ingo is slowly turning to the monster fucker dark side, and Emmet is there to accept his brother with open arms.

The twins Wonder if the pollen works on their drones; they wonder if the same pollen will work on you. Spoiler alert, it does. You practically pounce on them, riding/milking them until they're on the verge of passing out. They see white as they shoot blanks, but it's not enough for you.

Meanwhile, the bee smoke makes you so cute, and Dopey, your little Giggles as you rub against them like a kitten, your head delicately bonking against their shoulder begging for attention. Your eyes roll back, drool dripping down your chin, letting out cute little whines because you can't take their big cocks while your mind is clouded with smoke.

You're sweet honey-coated saliva makes them so sensitive to the touch Emmet begs for his majesty to touch him. You purr a 'No' liking the sight before you; Emmet tied to the bed cock aching for your touch, his legs quivering and shaking, trying not to hump the air in Desperation for any kind of relief.

[guzmagang]

thalia and melpomene

cw: noncon, yandere, kidnapping, chloroform, roofies/date rape drugs, general darkness | emmet x reader, ingo x reader; no incest. just two bros sharing a woman.

there is no proper consent but it's not like reader is having a bad time ya know

originally posted on ao3; thought i would post it on here. be warned; it is a dark fic. not something to be taken lightly.

word count: 5,456

Where?

What-

“She’s stirring.”

I pull on my hands, trying to pull of whatever is over my eyes-

“You’re not going to get anywhere with that.”

My arms strained, the tightness of the rope not budging as I attempt any movement-

“Don’t make us give you more.”

“I doubt you want to move any less than you already can.”

Are there two?

“Please,” I whimper, my voice much more slurred than anticipated, “please don’t hurt me.”

“We could never!”

“We wouldn’t hurt something we worked meticulously to get.”

A pair of hands move me on my stomach from my side, holding the rope tying my ankles and wrists together.

“You need to promise you will not move.”

Do they sound muffled?

“The ropes hurt-“

“I’m sure they do. If you don’t move, I’ll put you in something more comfortable.”

“Can we trust you?”

monotone and thunderous.

“I won’t move-“

“You do not look convinced.”

Someone shifts above me, my head taken in someone’s hands and laid down on their lap-

“Open.”

I lay still- a hand roughly grasping the hinge of my jaw, my mouth held open-

“Either you’ll take this and be good or we’ll make sure you take it.”

Please no, no no no no no-

A tablet is placed on my tongue- chalky and vaguely sweet-

“Please, be good. Take it.”

Water floods my mouth, the hand holding my mouth open tightening-

“Swallow.”

No no no-

I writhe, trying to somehow work out of their grasp, the ropes burning my skin and pulling my muscles-

“Please don’t make us mean.”

They wait a moment more as water leaks from my mouth- an irritated growl leaving one-

A hand clamping my jaw shut, another holding my nose-

“Swallow or you don’t get to breathe.”

“Please, swallow. You can’t get hurt.”

Panic rushes through me, the lack of oxygen burning my pulsing blood- swallowing the mouthful of water and a dissolved tablet.

“Good!”

“Please don’t resist next time. You only get hurt.”

The hand releases my nose, letting me pant erratically as tears leave me, wetting the blindfold and choking in gasps.

“Don’t cry!”

Arms pull me up against their chest, arms warm and weighty around me.

“Our darling can’t cry.”

“Relax your arms and legs the best you can; it’ll keep you from cramping.”

Warm kisses dance across my forehead and cheeks, trying to soothe the hiccups and gasps leaving me- the distinct cut against rope from behind releases my ankles from my wrists, the knife barely missing my skin. The muscles in my shoulders and back scream as I’m laid straighter, my wrists and ankles still tied, just separate in their respective places.

“Our sweetheart.”

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

I nod my head no, instinctively snuggling into the chest I lay on.

“You’re so precious.”

Another pair of arms wrap around me, the one holding me from my front shifting to lay both of us on our sides- joining the third behind me.

“I don’t like being the mean one, but I know he wouldn’t have done what needed to be done.”

I shiver in their grasps, kisses placed on my face and the back of my neck, fingers gently stroking my hair.

“Your hair is a mess.”

“What do you want with me?” My voice quivers, the breath knocked out of my lungs. “You don’t need to be afraid,” The one from behind vainly reassures.

“Please, I don’t have money or anything-”

“Sweetheart you’re not ransom,” The one from in front reassures, kissing my face more and more, “You are ours.”

“You’re scaring me-”

“You were meant to be ours, don’t worry, we’re all you need,” The one from behind me kisses my neck, arms wrapping around me tighter, “Just go to sleep now, no one will hurt you.”

“You’re both hurting me!-”

“NO-”

“We’re not hurting you-”

“We can’t hurt you-”

“We love you-”

“We love you more than any of us understand.”

“Go to sleep now,”

“Rest against us and sleep, we’ll hold you.”

You don’t have a choice.

“We were meant to be one-”

“Finish what we begun-”

“We were meant to be yours-”

“You were meant to be ours.”

Arms hold me down against a bed, the cloth around my eyes gone-

Oh god-

“Our darling is awake!”

A monotone voice with a smile-

What the fuck is happening?

“Hello, little one.”

A smile in a blank face-

My eyes open, my arms in front of me- leather fitted cuffs with a locked chain-

“We missed you!”

My ankles pull against each other- a longer chain locking them together than the ones on my wrists-

Oh god they want me to be mobile enough-

“Good morning, little princess.”

Two masks-

Two theatre masks-

The comedic smile and the tragic frown.

“What’s going on?”

Oh yeah talking it out will work, dumbass.

The smiling one approaches me, crawling on the bed beside me-

There’s nowhere to go.

“We have our darling. We have you- our darling-”

“Who is ‘we’?”

“The two of us, of course!”

His hands run down my skin, gloves tickling my skin, his attire plain and the exact same as the frown staring at me-

“Please don’t kill me,” I half-heartedly whined, my head pounding with a bit of heavy sleep, his hands running down my thighs- massaging the skin.

“We would never!”

“Why would we keep you alive this long if we wanted to kill you?”

Don’t bite back, he’s the one holding the leash.

“I don’t know.”

The smiling one pulls off the remains of clothes- the rest either cut off or removed while I was unconscious- ripping off my panties and unceremoniously throwing them the remains off the bed-

“What’s-”

His fingers run up my slit- the fabric lighting my nerves on fire as he rubs around my clit, toying with myself like a toy of his own.

“What’s with the masks?” I whine, his fingers pressing harder against my clit.

“Darling, we have to make sure you don’t pull anything, we can’t have you leaving and spreading lies about us.”

“You kidnapped me-”

“We brought you to safety,” The smiling one runs his free hand up to my jaw, softly stroking the skin, “We are keeping you safe.”

“From what?”

The smiling one hums holding his hand up to my mouth-

“Take the glove off.”

You don’t have a choice.

I nip the edge of the fabric, his hand moving back to pull off the glove, the dampened fabric falling against my chin.

The frowning one sits beside me, my attention still on the smiling one-

“We’re protecting you from those prying eyes,” The smiling hand rubs my clit, teasing my entrance, “We’re protecting you from those disgusting things that look at you like meat-”

The frowning one runs his hands down my chest, massaging my breasts, his touch less feverish and more possessive-

“We’re protecting you from disgusting things that think they could have the blessing of looking at you.”

“Why do I need to- fuck-” A finger slides in me, the accumulation of slick more than I anticipated-

Stop getting turned on by this-

“Why do I need to be protected?”

His thumb rubs against my clit as he fingers me, softly whining at the experience of touching me-

“Because you belong to us, no one can have this- you- ours-”

He growls, turning on his side to rut his bulge against my hip, the other continuing to whimper and finger me-

“We’re keeping the world locked out there-” “You’re beautiful-”

“If you’re going to fuck me, stop being so damn timid-” I snap, grinding against the timid hand against my pussy-

I recognize these voices-

A growl snaps me out of my thoughts- two fingers immediately joining the first-

“Is that what you really want?” The frowning one asks, his hands tightly holding my hip against him, continuing to rut against me-

“I don’t want to be anywhere close to here-”

“You will.”

“We’ll make you addicted to us.”

“You’re not resisting.”

“Well you’re not planning on selling me or killing me so I’m counting my blessings.”

I’m a dead girl walking.

Or laying tied down on a bed.

“We would never-”

“We could never-”

“Are you scared, darling?”

“At this point, I’m pissed.”

I glare at the frowning mask.

Why am I turned on by this?

The other roughly jams his fingers back in me, rapidly thrusting his hand while the other forces my head to face the smiling face-

Teeth sinking into my neck- a groan leaving me as I grind my hips against the hand-

“Slut.”

“No other man gets to touch you like this- no one gets to own you like this-”

Kisses pepper themselves down my neck, keeping me facing the other as soft whines creep from behind the mask-

“What, is one of you all dominant and the other is a little submissive bitch?”

Why the FUCK are you taunting them?

“I really wanted to keep from gagging you, but you’re making it very hard to restrain myself.”

“You bit the shit out of me, and you’re concerned about restraining yourself?”

The pleasuring hand leaves me, the smiling one quickly pulling himself up in bed- his bulge only hidden by a barrier of fabric-

Grabbing my hips and turning me onto my stomach, my hips in the air as my face was shoved into the bed-

“Maybe you should have thought about your word choice more.”

A tongue laps against my clit, hands tightly holding me from squirming away as a quiet rumble leaves he man behind me- the frowning mask in front of me placed back on his face-

A nearly silent hum leaves the other as he sucks on my clit, his tongue softly rubbing, lips softly massaging as his nails dig into my skin- open mouth whines and groans leaving me.

“Look at you, you are a little slut,” The one beside me taunts, repositioning to kneel in front of me, his hand tight in my hair-

“I don’t want to break you, but it seems like you’re the one who wants that,” He mumbles, pulling off his gloves above me and flippenly throwing one in my face-

Groans leave me as I attempt to roll back to the one behind me, my hips held in an iron gasp-

“Stop moving.”

Fingers thrust into me, roughly starting their pace all over again, a hand slapping my ass with more strength anticipated-

“Who do you belong to?” The other asks, pulling open his belt and fly-

“Not you two.”

“Bad choice of words.”

He clicks his tongue, pulling me forward by my hair, grinding my face against his bulge-

“I tried to make his easy for you, but,” He trails off, pulling out his cock as my walls flutter- shoving my mouth onto his cock-

“You already taunted us. Are you close?”

I nod the best I can on the mouthful, rubbing the underside with my tongue, trying to please the frowning face above me- a growl leaving him, my walls burning-

“No.”

Hands and mouth completely leave my sex, a whine muffled by the cock, droll falling out of the corners of my mouth-

“You don’t get to finish until you know who you belong to- alright?” His voice mocks me, thrusting into my mouth with absent ambition, the other holding my hips tightly in place.

The tongue returns to my clit, lightly lapping at the bud, humming to himself contently as the other slows his thrusts- my jaw tense and tired, a whine leaving me as precum coats my tongue. The disgusting squelching sound mocks me, reminding me-

You’re enjoying this, slut.

I whine as his tongue leaves my clit, cleaning my slit with a hum- the weight of the head of the other’s cock in my mouth grounding me.

“I didn’t expect you to stay this oblivious for this long,” He contemplates as he shallowly thrusts into my mouth- hissing as my teeth accidentally graze him.

“I’m going to fuck you,” The one behind me quietly announces, the sound of a buckle and zipper the only other warning- a warm cock running against the slit, soft huffs escaping him-

Roughly thrusting into my heat with one thrust- the moan resonating against the cock in my mouth-

“Mine,” He whispers, shallowly thrusting as if savoring the first few thrusts, the cock in my mouth starting to match his rhythm- loud groans resonating behind little pants-

His cock thrusting into me with vigor, every thrust rough and punishing, his fingers digging into my skin with young bruises-

“Mine, mine, mine,” His pants muffled by the mask-

“Still don’t realize who we are, hm?” The taunt mixes in with the other’s huffs- the claws in my scalp burning as I’m shoved back down onto the other’s cock- involuntarily choking and gagging around the tip in my throat-

“You look pathetic, little angel.”

Droll falls out of my mouth as I’m pushed back to breathe- the assault on my walls becoming too much as I whine, every noise leaving me with an unceremonious resonance in the room.

“Be as loud as you want, no one can hear you.”

The pounding stops as I cry, trying to roll my hips- it’s too much, the burning is too much, it’s too tight-

“We already told you when you’re allowed to cum-”

“When you say who you belong to-”

“I-” I pant, my entire body on fire with nerves, “I belong to you two.”

“Close,” He re-enters my cunt, “But who are we?”

“I- fuck-” His hips snap against mine, the other shallowly thrusting in my mouth- growls leaving him as his hips pick up their pace-

“You couldn’t of forgotten us- not this quickly-”

The thrusts in my mouth become more erratic, growls and groans all too loud in the room-

Cum filling my mouth with a weak shout, his hands in my hair tight as I look up at the frowning mask- a gag leaving me as he groans-

“Fuck- swallow it,” He hisses, holding me down until I do as he says, swallowing as much as I can-

“Good- fuck,” His grip lightens, pulling me off enough to finish swallowing his cum-

“Good girl,” He mumbles, the hips slapping against mine slowing down, rolling deeply into me, “Open your mouth.”

I whine softly, my mouth falling open, his thumb playing with my tongue,

“Our little darling,” He hums, the other picking up his tempo again-

“Tell us who we are, darling.”

“I- I don’t know-”

“Oh yes you do-”

“Please-” I whine as fingers abuse my clit, moving quicker-

“Not without telling us who we are.”

He pulls his hand away, laying me back down on the bed. The one in front of me pulls off the rest of his clothes- pulling off dress pants and dress shirt, unceremoniously dumping them off the side of the bed; the rustling behind me telling me he’s doing the same.

“Please…”

“I want to feel your little slutty hole,” The frowning one growls, pulling me up and dumping me down on my back- pulling the chain of the cuffs up to fix it to the head of the bed frame-

“Hold her legs up.” He commands the other, the smiling mask standing over me and looking down at me- cocking his head at me.

“You look so small.”

“She is small.”

“Please- Please, please please please-“ I whine, my legs pulled up as the the smiling mask holds the chain, holding his cock in the other hand, lightly pumping himself-

“Suck.”

Whining, I timidly open my mouth- the taste of myself heavy on his cock while he whimpers- my tongue gently running over the head of his cock-

“Little slutty cunt.”

His hand roughly grasps my calf, pulling my legs up to rest on his shoulder, his cock running across my slit-

The tragic mask staring down at me.

“You can’t even resist being kidnapped and treated like a sex toy,” He growls, roughly shoving his cock into me- whining as he’s pushed into me-

“You feel so good,” The smiling mask whines, lightly rocking his hips into my mouth, looking up at the mask with teary eyes- “Such a pretty mouth.”

The tragic mask growls, pushing down on my legs to rest on one of his shoulders, his hands holding my thighs tightly as he pushes his cock roughly without mercy-

Looming over me with whines and growls leaving him as the cock is forced into my mouth, both holes being fucked by the theatre masks-

“You’re not even looking at our faces.” The comedic mask teases, snapping his hips forward to force his cock farther- “And you look so pathetic.”

I whine as hips slap against mine, groaning around the cock in my mouth as my walls flutter again- groans and growls echoing in the room that was followed by the whining pants-

“You like how loud he is, don’t you?”

I whimper as I look up at the comedic mask, his hands softly stroking my hair, softly rocking his hips against my face-

My body roughly pushed forward by the snaps of hips against hips- growls leaving the tragic mask, every bit feral without any way to escape-

“You feel amazing,” The tragic mask groans, losing his rhythm as I look up at him-

“You feel like how I imagined you would-”

What-

“You feel like the perfect little whore you are-”

Do they know me?

“The perfect little whore made to be ours.”

The comedic mask pulls his cock out of my mouth, stroking it while staring down at me-

“Fuck-” I whine, the roughness too much- my clit desprite for attention, my labia rubbing against it whenever the thrust was particularly rough-

“If we cum in you before you’ve figured out who we are-” He repositions his hands, holding my legs up against him, holding my legs as leverage as he continues his savage pace- “Then you’ll never leave our line of sight again.”

“Please- why- why are you doing this to me-”

“Do you dislike what we give you?”

“Are you too feeble to understand who’s giving this to you?”

“You’re-you’re both wearing masks-”

“You know us.”

“You know us well.”

“You drugged me-”

The tragic mask completely stalls, letting my slow built heat die-

“You’re going to make us use you as a cock warmer if you can’t figure it out.”

“Well. Now I don’t want her to know.”

His unforgiving thrusts start again,

“You’ll get me cumming in you- You’ll get him cumming in you- and if you can’t figure it out yet-”

He stops.

“Then we’ll use you as a cock warmer until you remember- god, do you know how good you would feel as a little whore?” He starts his thrusts again, letting me pitifully moan as the other strokes himself off to watching us, “To have a vibrator on while we just use you to warm us up- not being able to escape your orgasms-”

I whine, clutching onto my hands- the other’s hands running across my breasts, circling my nipple with his intex finger-

“Your time is running out darling.”

“Then I get to finish in you.”

“Then you better have it figured out by then.”

Fingers pinch my nipple, rolling it between them as I shout a pitiful little noise, staring up at the theatre masks-

“No one will ever get to have you-”

“Only we’ll get to have you.”

“Only we get to cum in your little holes- only we get to breed you-”

A deep groan resonates through the room, his hips stalling flush against mine as he cums, releasing in me, shallowly thrusting-

“You came a lot…”

“Hm,” He hums, pulling out of my sore walls, a string of cum following him-

“My turn-” The comedic smile haunts my ears with the distinct sound of a smile- his hands gently letting my legs down as the tragic mask moves away-

The burn of the impending orgasm pulling every bit of rational out of me-

They kidnapped and drugged and fucked me- fight back- why aren’t I fighting back-

I writhe on the bed, the little bit of rational pulsing adrenaline coursing through me-

“Oh darling, don’t do that.”

“Don’t try to start fighting back now.”

The tragic’s hand presses my chest down against the bed-

“I don’t want to give you drugs again.”

He sounds like he's pouting.

“I haven’t go to cum yet.”

“I haven’t gotten to cum or see your faces-”

“We told you- when you tell us who you belong to- you’ll cum-” His other hand tightly wrapping around my neck, light pressure as a threat- “or you’ll be a cock warmer until you figure it out.”

His hand experimentally squeezes my neck- a whine leaving me as the comedic enters me swiftly again- immediately rutting against me, trying to get himself off-

“No one else. No one else gets you. Only us.”

He holds my legs in a similar fashion, clutching onto them for leverage- grounding himself more than the other- his soft whines and whimpers so gentle, almost as if he wasn’t ravaging my intimates-

“All mine- after all this time- all mine-”

A high whine leaves him, his ruts becoming harder- filling me with more cum while the other continues to hold me down- clicking his tongue as the other finishes rutting.

“You didn’t say our names, darling.”

“We didn’t drug you too much-”

“Not enough to completely forget.”

“Please- Please I’m sorry- I need to cum,” I whine, completely pathetic as the comedic pulls out of me.

“You sound pathetic.”

He stands, returning out of my range of sight- panting as the comedic wraps his arms around me- unchaining my wrists from the head of the bed, holding his wrists against him-

I could pull off the mask.

I timidly reach up, trying to grasp the mask-

“Uh uh- no cheating.” He grabs my binds, roughly pulling them down, holding them at my thighs, “I'm hurt- You would cheat?”

“No,” I whimper, his hands taking mine, stroking my hands with his thumbs, like a giddy kid.

The other circles the bed, laying down behind me, pulling my leg up to rest on the comedics hip, the tragic wrapping his arms around my back-

A cool silicone pressed against my inflamed clit-

“If I must be so on the nose, where were you last?”

Where was I last?

Nimbasa City? The pokemon center?

He wraps his arms around me, snug and comforting, as he slides himself into me again-

“You have to remember. We love you too much to forget.”

Gear station?

“Hello!”

“Hello, -----,” I smiled, ---- acknowledging me with a nod.

“How are you?”

“Really good today,” Continue smiling at the twins, a shared glint in their eyes escaping me-

“Come here for a moment,” ---- commands, leading me along behind him-

----- falling behind me-

“Where are we going?”

“We wanted to give you somewhere to relax if you ever needed to stay at Gear Station for a while.”

“Oh?”

They lead me to an office area outside of the main corridor-

“This is one of our offices,” ---- explains, ---- shutting the door behind me-

Click.

Em?

In?

“Em… Em something…” I mumble-

vrrr.

The tragic one turns the vibrator on-

“Don’t take all the fun.” The comedic one whines, holding the vibrator against me as the other pulls out- the click of a cap off setting the soft hum-

“It might be uncomfortable at first, but you’ll be alright.”

His companion holds my ass, opening me for him-

Oh no-

Slick covers my hole, his fingers teasing as he massages lube into the spot, the vibrator setting off the discomfort- his fingertip pushing in, dripping more lube on to ease any more discomfort-

“What’s that all about?”

“So no one weird comes in!”

“Uh huh,” I tease, noticing In--’s change in composure, rooting around in a drawer of the desk-

“I thought you two had Gear Station closed today- how would anyone come in?”

They were silent.

Em---, presumably, was also rummaging through a desk-

“Guys?”

“Are you seeing anyone right now?” In-- suddenly asks- a soft thud coming from the drawer.

“No? I would have told you two if I was,” I nervously chuckle, Em--- appearing behind me.

“Alright!” Em--- exclaims, the smile juxtaposition with his monotone voice-

“Em and In- those mean something,” I try to rationalize, the one behind me humming as the other takes to massaging my skin with his hand- the one behind working a finger in and out of my asshole, loosening the muscle as I try to relax-

“Good girl.”

“You’re getting somewhere with that.”

In-- returns to us, pressing his front against me, pushing me against Em--- -

“What are you two doing?” I ask, trying to wiggle out of their grasp-

“Please don’t resist-” Em--- kisses my ear, In-- expressionless at my shock-

“We just want to keep you safe-”

“What are you talking about?” I panic as I try to pull away, In-- grabbing my arms to hold me-

“Please don’t fight back-” Em--- reiterates-

“In-- -” I plead-

“We’re not going to hurt you, unless you make us.”

“You two are scaring me-”

Another finger is added, working me open as the other hums, relishing in sliding back into me, avoiding the vibrator as he holds me closer- relaxing as I lay as a toy for them to play with-

“Which one of us is ‘Em’ and which one of us is ‘In’?”

“I don’t know,” I impatiently whine as the other scissors his fingers inside of me, keeping his fingers inside of me.

“Well maybe you should try,” The other teases me, “You’ve tempted us for so long…”

“Don’t be scared,” Em--- pleads,

“We just want you for ourselves.”

“Couldn’t you just ask?!”

“Darling, we can’t take that kind of risk.”

“Please, let me go-”

“No.”

Em--- is smiling.

“What?!”

“Kidding!”

Em--- and In-- both step away from me, Em--- smiling a borderline psychotic smile.

“You two are too much!” I nervously chuckle, In-- leading me to the door-

“Now.”

“You belong to us,”

“You are ours,”

The one behind me presses into me, slowly as I whine, my legs quivering at the constant pleasure against my clit-

“You have to be close- close to learning of us.”

“Such a tight little slut,”

“Guess which is which-” The comedic one seems to smile behind the mask, his hand on the vibrator-

Click.

VRRRRRR-

I convulse under their grasp, gasping as I grab the comedic one, his hands holding mine as I rut against the tragedy-

“You tempt us so, you’ll remember us.” His voice is a growl, my pants thick-

So full-

“Where are my friends?” I timidly ask, the one behind me pulling himself closer, completely flush inside of me.

“Who are your friends?”

“The ones at the train station-”

“Good- good,” he sounds giddy.

“Where are they?”

“Not far.”

A cloth presses against my nose, a strong arm wrapping around me and keeping me in place-

Panic and tears too much, thrashing in their grasp as I try not to breathe in-

It’s burning my eyes- it’s chloroform-

“I wish you wouldn’t thrash so much,” In-- contemplates, moving my head up to look at him- the cloth slipping off of my mouth-

“Why- Why are you two doing this- Please-” I thrash, Em--- lightly laughing- enjoying this.

“We want you.”

“We want you all for ourselves-”

“This isn’t a funny joke- this is too far-”

“Did you take them too?” I whimper, more memories of reality coming back, “Did you do this to them?”

“Such hurtful things you ask- why would we waste our time doing such a thing?” “Why would we waste our energy on such a thing?”

“You’re ours, darling, no one else gets to have you, and no one else gets to have us.”

“I think we should tell her.”

“Should we?”

“They never came to the train station.”

“They were never going to come to the train station.”

The comedic reaches down again-

Click.

VRRRR-

“It’s too much!” I thrash against them, arms holding me down against both of them and the vibrator- the burning sensation numbing my mind.

“I suppose you can cum now.”

“We just decide when you can stop.”

I squeal, the one behind me holding me tightly against him, pushing me against his cock- writhing as a borderline painful crash washes over me, compulsing on their cocks stuffed inside of me-

“EMMET- INGO- FUCK-” I scream, trashing against the men, crying as the aftershocks are met with unrelenting pleasurable pain-

“What was that?”

“Who’s names did you call?”

“Turn it down- please- please- turnitdown-”

The comedic one turns it off, holding me against him as broken sobs leave me, the pleasure too much- muscles convulsing-

“Whos names did you call?” He asks again.

“I came for my friends- please- they’ll wonder where I am!” I try to rationalize- cold, unrelenting silver meeting my eyes.

“They aren’t coming!” Em--t smiles.

“They were never coming.” In-o firmly announces, “Don’t act as if we haven’t seen your lust ridden eyes. You’re no better than us. You have no less lust than us.”

Em--t clings to me tighter, kissing the side of my face uncontrollably again-

“Not like this-”

“Why not? You want this. You want us!” Em--t smiles against my skin, “let us have you.”

“We’ll keep you safe, we’ll keep you with us,” In-o looms over me, gently stroking my face, “You’ll get used to it. We won’t hold you captive for long- you’ll come back to us with your own heart. You’ll desire us.”

“Ingo-”

“Sh.” Ingo is short- “You’ll understand. You’ll love being with us, you’ll love being taken care of by us.”

“We’ll give you everything- everything you would want.”

“The station masters…”

“Why did you cry those names when you came?”

“They’re the ones I imagine touching me.”

“Oh, really?”

“I want a choice.”

“No you don’t; that’s too much work for you. Just accept it. Learn to love it; we’ll make you love it.”

“Please- Ingo, Emmet-”

“Shhh,” Emmet whispers in my ear, “Haven’t you thought of this? Wasn’t it you who cried our names?”

“What?” the blood leaves my face, a shiver breaking my body-

“We heard you; one night, all helpless, all alone,” Ingo kissed my forehead, cupping my face, “Crying out our names; it’s ignorant to assume we don’t know.”

Ingo looks over me, presumably meeting Emmet’s eyes-

“Now, where were we, darling?”

Emmet’s arm wraps firmer around me, my skin tingling under the grasp.

“I’m sure you’d like to know where we’re going to take you,” Ingo starts, his hand wrapping around my throat-

“But then you’d know how to get away.”

“Please-”

“Sh.”

Emmet giggles- his giggles are always fucking terrifying- hardly any emotion in the monotone-

The cloth shoved back on my face as I thrash again, Emmet continuing to giggle as Ingo tightens his hand around my neck-

“I really wish you would stop thrashing.”

“I think it’s wearing off.”

“I’m sure of it.”

“I’m-I’m tired,” I whimper, a blanket pulled on top of the mess of a bed-

“Sleep and we’ll hold you.”

“Sleep against your lovers.”

“Our little darling, sleep now.”

“Our little darling.”

Just sleep, just sleep… they’re not hurting you…

Soft kisses pepper against my skin as I finally let myself drift into nowhere-

They’re not hurting you…

I shift in the bed, my hands free as I snuggle closer to the men around me, a soft hum leaving me-

This isn’t the same bed.

No, it’s sunny in this room-

There weren't any windows in the other room.

I quietly groan, the soreness in my body not easily ignored as I blink the sleep out of my eyes-

No.

No no no no no-

I’m going to be sick-

Arms hold me from both sides, holding me from being able to escape- from being able to escape from this mental hell-

NO-

My gut twists with a weight in my throat, my entire body shivering with discomfort- with fear-

Silver eyes meet mine- smiling a sickeningly warm, sweet smile.

“Good morning, darling,” Emmet smiles, kissing the top of my head, “Did you sleep well?”

I can only nod, my lips unable to move and my gut sinking by the second. I bury my face in his chest, my only way to get away from the burning eyes and too happy smile- his lips softly kissing the top of my head as Ingo shifts behind me-

Trapped in their arms-

“Did you enjoy meeting Thalia and Melpomene?”

[outoutdamnspark]

‘Spark Writes’ Masterlist

Emoji Code:

🔞🍋 = smut/sexual themes (#lemon zest)

🔞🎃 = gore/violence/blood (#pumpkin guts)

💔 = themes of depression/grief/trauma/death/suicidal ideation

💖 = hurt/comfort

(Note: any ‘Submas x Reader’ or ‘Submas x OC’ is strictly Emmet x ??? x Ingo. Absolutely no blankshipping. Blank and proshippers DNI!)

Fics

◇ Ursa Major; Ursa Minor (Submas. in-progress)

(PLA. platonic a/b/o. found family. protective papa Ingo & pup Akari)

-> Ch.1: Dread

-> Ch. 2: Trepidation

◇ Watching the Earth Rise (Submas. in-progress)

(Age Gap Au. SilverFox!Emmet x oc Reina Kageyama)

-> Lost and Found (drunken late night love confessions) 💔

-> Cerulean (a walk home together)

--

Drabbles 

~x reader (no ocs) ~

◇ Drops of Rain on Foggy Glass (slasher!submas. Emmet x Reader) 🔞🍋

(’pt.2: Ingo’ currently canceled.)

◇ Marked (succubus!Ingo. Ingo x Reader) 🔞🍋

◇ Tender (for dvdclown) (Ingo x Reader. fluffy)

◇ Human (robo!submas. Submas x Reader) 💔

◇ My Heart in Your Hands (hivemind!submas. Ingo x Reader) 💔💖

~feat. ocs~

◇ Holy (for peachsodama) (Emmet x oc Pecha) 🔞🍋

◇ Promise (for bubblymilkgalaxy) (Warden Ingo x oc Sugi. pre-romance)

◇ 2am (for nc-eikin) (oc Reina & oc Mari) 💔

◇ Tease (for m4ster-ball) (oc Hina x oc Dorian) 🔞🍋

◇ Smoke Rings (for peachsodama) (oc Reina & centiskotch!oc Pecha) 💔💖

◇ *Smooch!* (for bellafragolina) (oc Reina x oc Ren)

◇ Strange Neighbors (for peachsodama) (oc Reina & centaskorch!oc Pecha)

◇ Mistletoe (for peachsodama) (oc Reina; oc Hina x oc Pecha)

◇ Bite (for r0-boat) (oc Cole x Reader) 🔞🍋

--

Headcanons

◇ Submas BDSM Aftercare (for nc-eikin) 🔞🍋

◇ Submas Lovemaking vs. Fucking (nsfw playlist-inspired) 

◇ Submas, Larry Vocal in Bed 🔞🍋

◇ Larry’s a Squirmer in Bed 🔞🍋

◇ Submas with Bipolar Disorder 💔💖

--

AUs

◇ Echoes in the Deep (Submas Pacific Rim AU. JaegerPilot!Submas x Reader)

-> ‘Welcome to the Shatterdome’ (intro oneshot)

-> plot outline pt. 1

-> plot outline pt. 2

◇ Soulmate Dream-Dive AU (stand-alone soulmate au idea) 💔💖

◇ Legend of Dragoon AU (head canons for Dragoon!Submas & OCs)

OC Stuff

Kageyama Sisters (all 3)

◇ Random Thoughts

[voice claims #1]

◇ Emoji ask memes

[one]

Reina

◇ Reina x Emmet ship meme

◇ Reina: 'Alphabet Kink’ ask meme answers 🔞🍋

[one] * [two] * [three] * [four]

◇ Reina: Emoji ask meme

[one] * [two]

◇ Reina: Random Thoughts

[singing & Kids on the Bridge collection] * [playlist personality meme] 💔

[metal screams] * [mental state & apartment] * [gift giving: Rawst]

◇ Reina: ‘Good Days and Bad Days’ drabble 💔

◇ The Kids on the Bridge Explanation 💔

Kana

◇ Kana x Warden Ingo ship meme

◇ Kana: Emoji ask meme

[one] * [two]

◇ Kana: Random Thoughts

[Hisui & her Pokemon] * [Kana & Osuke] * [Kana & Nise]

[gift giving: Sugi] * [gift giving: Isamu]

Hina

◇ Hina: Random Thoughts

[gift giving: Pecha] * [gift giving: Dorian]

◇ Hina: Emoji ask meme

[one] * [two] * [three] * [four] * [five]

--

D&D Ficlets

◇ Hound of the Emperor AU (dark route Gibrahltar Seventh-Star)

-> The Serpent and the Hound (Hound & Xikist) 💔

-> Oh God, Have Mercy (Hound betrays Emperor Cockerime)🔞🎃💔

-> What the Water Gave Me (Lloyd & Aetrin)

[onestepbackwards]

So I was thinking about the train twins (as one does.)

And I was thinking about like, how they are kinda just lean at most, very thin men. So I then thought about like, them with a bigger s/o.

Maybe even asking his(his being either twin) s/o why they never wear any of his clothes.

“You never take my shirts or my jackets.” Even though he likely intentionally leaves them at your house for you.

So you just sigh, hold a finger up to say “give me a minute.”

And you go upstairs, you’re gone for maybe for ten minutes, showing up with a little.

“This is exactly why.”

And it’s one of his sleep shirts, while he’s long, it barely fits over your tits, like a ruffled tight crop top. The poor man is stunned, eyes wide, but you keep going.

“Or, better yet.”

You toss off the shirt of his you had on, with a little struggle from how tight the fabric is, but you managed. Bare chest on display, but you two have been together a while, so you don’t feel embarrassed. Putting on the other shirt you grabbed with this one.

One of his work shirts.

Just a simple, neat button up.

You toss it on, starting with the bottom buttons and working your way up, struggling so hard to close the top buttons around your chest, but you barely manage.

You move your hands to show another reason, as to why you never wear his shirts. Only for the buttons around your chest to snap, popping and flying off, lightly hitting him in the face.

The now busted shirt leaving your tits out, but you’re panicking, making sure he’s okay while apologizing for his shirt, not thinking it would tear but that was your fault.

His face is bright red, breathing shakily. His cock pressing against his pants, begging to be free.

“Oh hon I’m so sorry I didn’t-“

“Do it again, please.”

You barely have time to question before you’re just yanked onto his lap, feeling his bulge against your panty cover crotch.

“Ruin as many shirts as you want, just please, keep wearing them like this.”

You get to wear his shirt, and he gets to see your sexy self like this? Is an absolute win in his book.

AYO? 👀👀 🔞🔞🔞

Oh you KNOW it doesn't matter what twin it is, or both. They see you trying to wear their shirts and that happens, both will want to see it more. It does something to them. Emmet will straight up beg. No doubt about it. He sees his work shirt pop like that, he will buy work shirts just for you to wear and pop open. He'll even wear them for you so they smell like him, just PLEASE let him see that again. Walk around with your titties out in his work shirt. He also can't keep his hands to himself. WILL be touching you so long as you allow it. He can't help it! You wearing his work shirt, and having your tits out? He's drooling. Emmet has no shame. Ingo will be a bit more controlled, but he still asks for you to do that again. He didn't realize how much of a turn on that would be. He will buy you similar work shirts, clean them, wear them, and then leave them nicely folded on your bed a week later for you to wear. It's a silent plea. He wants to see it again. He will drop whatever he is doing if you walk into the room with one of his work shirts on, and pop buttons again, revealing your tits. You have his full attention.

[jumpingjoltiks]

Hi, I'm Willow! This is a pokemon blog centering on submas! <3

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Here's what I do & don't write - please note that all of this is at my discretion and liable to change if I happen to feel like it.

Yes:

Reader Inserts

Yandere

Most Kinks (please ask if you're unsure)

Monsterfucking

No:

Blankshipping/incest

Zoophilia/Pokephilia

Underage characters

Excessive Gore / Violence

Anything relating to feet / foot fetishes

Stuffing / feeding

Cannibalism

Vomit / Scat / etc.

I would appreciate asking if you are unsure about sending a specific kink in. I will try to get to asks as quickly as I can and to keep this list regularly updated, however I work full time and have limited energy. Please have patience with me, I'm doing my best.

While I write mostly for Emmet & Ingo, I'm not opposed to other characters if requested.

Headcanon Masterlist

Autistic Submas Headcanons

Naga Submas AU

April Fools Day!

Body Swap

x Reader Master List

Key:

🔥- Smut 🍭 - Fluff 🌧️ - Angst

Oral (Submas x reader) 🔥

Photos (Submas x reader) 🍭

Public Sex (Submas x reader) 🔥

Pagan S/O (Submas x reader, request)

Long Haired S/O (Submas x reader, request) 🍭

Proposing at the Same Time (Submas x reader, request) 🍭

Playfighting (Submas x reader, request) 🍭

Dirty Fantasies (Submas x reader, request) 🔥

Playfighting (Part II) (Submas x reader, request) 🔥

Moving in Together (Submas x reader, request)

Make Up Sex after a Fight (Submas x reader, request) 🌧️🔥

Submas Comforting a Transmasc S/O with Dysphoria (Submas x reader, request) 🌧️

Nickname HCs (Submas x Reader)

More Dirty Fantasies (Submas x Reader) 🔥

Sneak Peek - Hate Sex with Emmet (Emmet x Reader) 🔥

Sneak Peek - Erotic Photos (Emmet x Reader) 🔥

Dancing with Emmet (Emmet x Reader) 🍭

An Innocent Visit (Emmet x f!Reader) 🔥

Naga!Submas (Submas x Reader)

Taking Care of a Sick S/O (Submas x Reader) 🍭

Chandelure Hybrid!Ingo (Ingo x Reader) 🔥

Emmet with a s/o that struggles with an ed (Emmet x Reader) 🌧️

Partner gets a New Pokemon (Submas x Reader) 🍭

🎃 Submas and Jack'o'Lantern Carving 🎃 (Submas x Reader) 🍭

Dearly Detested (Emmet x Reader) 🍭

Sugar Daddy ! Submas

Sugar Daddy Submas blurb (Submas x Reader)

Sugar Daddy Submas - A Date with Ingo (Ingo x Reader) 🍭

Sugar Daddy Submas - A Risky Flirtation (Submas x Reader)

Sugar Daddy Submas - Special Gifts (Submas x Reader) 🍭

Partner gets a New Pokemon (Submas x Reader) 🍭

Luxuries (Emmet x Reader)🔥🌧️

Second Chances (Emmet x Reader)🍭

Happy Holidays! (Submas x Reader)🍭