#emmet be like WHAT when this reaches his ears

[nell0-0]

When the paparazzi are the first to figure it out. More or less...

(I feel as if every joke out there has already been made, but that will not stop me)

[kiiwiigii]

Morning Showers 

Emmett x Fem!Reader 

Summary: Emmett joins you for a morning shower, and as if the shower wasn’t already hot enough, it gets even hotter 

Warnings: 

NSFW 18+ 

Smut 

Word Count: 700+ 

Requested?: For Kinktober! 

Okay I'm back again 👀 but I just saw shower sex!?! So how about sleepy and lazy shower sex with emmet (also I'm loving everyone's ideas and I'm gonna have a blast reading them alll)>  

A/N: Not sure I'm super happy with this one, but I hope you guys enjoy it, nonetheless. 

I sighed happily, letting the hot water run over my skin.  

There was nothing quite like a hot shower to wake you up in the morning. At least that's what I've been told. Right now, I could happily fall asleep, my muscles relaxing even more. 

I jumped a little as I felt cold arms wrap around me from behind. I automatically put my hands over his in surprise, my brain trying to form coherent thoughts in its foggy state. 

"Emmett?" I murmured sleepily, turning my head to rest against his as he buried his head into my neck. 

"The one and only." His voice was muffled for a moment before he nosed his way up to my ear, placing a soft kiss at the base. "Good morning, beautiful." 

"Good morning yourself, handsome." 

I reached my hand up to cup the back of his neck as he kissed and nipped along my neck. I leaned my head to the side in silent submission, letting him rake his teeth along my neck before sucking softly on my pulse point. 

I moaned, digging my nails into his hard skin. 

Emmett chuckled. "Easy there, tiger." 

I couldn’t help but giggle, but that quickly turned into a soft moan as his hands traced their way over my curves, leaving a cool trail of goosebumps behind. I shivered a little, the coldness of his skin contrasting with the heat of the water. I gasped as his hands found my breasts, his long fingers pinching and flicking my nipples teasingly. 

"Emmett." I moaned softly. 

"I love it when you say my name, doll." He nibbled on my ear. 

I turned around to face him, lacing my hands through his thick hair and reaching up on the very tips of my toes to meet him halfway as he ducked down to kiss me.  

"I want you," I murmured. 

"Your wish is my command." 

I let out a surprised gasp as he lifted me, hands under my thighs, and pressed me into the shower wall, the water running in between us. My hand slipped downwards, taking his length in my hand and guiding him to my entrance. My head fell forward onto his shoulder with a groan as he entered me with little to no effort. 

He growled, pushing deeper into me and my heart skipped a beat. If there was one thing I loved about Emmett, it was his possessiveness. He gave me freedom to do whatever I wanted, but at the end of the day I was his, and he was mine. And there was nothing that turned me on more. 

I could feel every inch of him as he slid into me, and I moaned as he bottomed out, filling me completely. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him as he began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, smooth rhythm. It wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm boiling up inside of me, and I rolled my hips forward, desperate for release. 

Emmett buried his face in my neck, his hands clutching my thighs. 

"That's it, doll. Come for me." He murmured. 

I groaned, feeling the warmth in my lower half building and building.  

"Emmett," I whimpered. "I'm going to…" 

"Come for me, Y/N." He murmured; his voice tight. "I want to feel you come all over me. I want that pussy strangling my cock until I can barely move inside you." 

He picked up the pace, thrusting into me as I felt the waves of pleasure build up inside me. Just when I was about to let go, he shifted his hips, hitting that one spot that had me seeing stars and finally sent me over the edge. I mewled, arching my back as my whole body shook.  

"Emmett." I panted, no, I pleaded, tears forming in my eyes from the intensity of the pleasure rippling through me. 

"I'm not stopping until you come again, doll." 

I moaned, pussy and thighs clenching around him at his words.  

He continued to move, his hips moving in a fast, desperate rhythm. I could feel myself tightening around him again.  

"Please. Please. Please." I whimpered. "I'm going to come again." 

He obliged, his cock hitting that one spot over and over again and I cried out, shattered by the waves of pleasure washing over me. He growled, pounding into me harder and harder. Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to take anymore, he slammed into me one final time and froze, coming deep inside of me. I cried out, my orgasm continuing unabated as he filled me with his seed. 

We slumped against the wall, both of us panting and spent. 

"Mine." He muttered into my neck. 

"Yours." I agreed. 

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[blaiddraws]

Whumptober day 25: Lost voice

back at it again with fic. two days in a row!! rip emmet tho. lol

> 1000 words

under the cut, or read here on ao3

Emmet shivered, pulling his coat tighter around himself. The ends fluttered in the wind where they weren't weighed down by snow or torn off completely by the wild pokemon he'd encountered.

The cold tore against his skin, a sharp painful wind that felt like blades of ice. The snow was deep, reaching up to his knees-- far deeper than he'd ever seen. 

He had absolutely no idea where he was, or how he'd gotten there.

Everything about this sucked.

It had already been a bad day. Too many unpleasant passengers, too much paperwork, not a single trainer making it to his car on the Battle Subway. He was completely and utterly mentally drained by the time he was able to close down for the night.

And now, he'd suddenly been transported to what felt like a nightmare land. Completely unfamiliar, the wild pokemon were far too aggressive, the environment actively hostile to survival. 

He didn't even have his pokemon! He'd put them in the PC to rest before he took everyone home. But never had the opportunity to do anything past that, because he'd been taken to some dragons-forsaken blizzard hell land.

(He tried verrry hard not to think about the similarities to what happened to his brother. Did Ingo get sent to somewhere as hostile as this? The same place, even? Would he have even survived?)

It was all so overwhelming and stressful and frustrating it, embarrassingly, made him want to cry. But he couldn't, because his tears would only make the cold worse. 

And so, without any idea what else he could do in this situation, he continued to trudge forward through the snow.

He kept on walking until his extremities were alarmingly numb, hoping that there were humans somewhere nearby and he hadn't been sent to the middle of nowhere. It wasn't like he knew how to survive in an environment like this! The coldest it had ever gotten for him was winter, and on the peak of Twist Mountain. Neither of which were anything like this frozen wasteland. 

He growled in frustration, fruitlessly rubbing his hands together in an attempt to warm his ice-cold fingers, before quickly giving up and tucking them under his armpits. He couldn't do anything about his nose or ears, and he didn't even want to think about how his toes were faring. He needed to find some kind of shelter soon, or he wouldn't be surviving. Especially with how the wild pokemon were acting. With his luck, they'd find him shivering next to a measly fire and figure him a nice easy meal. 

Why they were so aggressive, he had no idea. Maybe it was a sign that there were truly no humans in the area -- if they'd never seen one, never been socialized, their aggression would make sense. He suspected. He was not an expert on the behavior of truly wild pokemon.

After a while stuck in his thoughts, he realized he had stopped walking entirely, and was just standing in place. He cursed at himself, and started walking at a faster pace than before. If he was spacing out bad enough he forgot to keep walking, things were definitely not looking good.

And then.

And then!

Much to his relief and joy, as he rounded a particularly tall snowdrift he caught the unmistakable glimmer of a light in the distance.

Something bright and warm colored, completely unlike something a creature native to this climate could naturally produce.

Without hesitation, he altered his course slightly and made a direct approach to the source of the light, increasing his pace even more -- the relief and hope of seeing the light was particularly rejuvenating.

It wasn't long until he could see things more clearly. A campfire! With tents! And best of all, people sitting around it! Real, human people! 

He'd never felt so happy to see another person when he was in such an overwhelmed mental state that he was. He grinned, big and wide. Even with the stress, it came easy with the amount of relief he felt.

They must have seen his approach, or heard his hurried footsteps. Suddenly, one of the individuals jumped up, letting out a wordless shout of alarm that caused the rest of their group to whip their heads around and look at Emmet.

Only… rather than. whatever he might have expected. the people then ran to hide, or pulled out weapons and called their pokemon partners to their side.

What? Wait, what? 

His steps faltered, then slowed to a stop all together as one individual in particular stepped forward, spear pointed directly at Emmet's heart, even from the relative distance. Not far enough to reach him, but he was confident they could throw it and their aim would be true.

They shouted something, certainly words. For a moment, he thought he had just completely missed comprehending what they said, with how mentally and physically drained he was, but as they continued to speak he realized they were speaking in a completely different language entirely. 

That was. not good.

He tilted his head, letting out a confused noise. Perhaps they could be able to understand his plight? No, that wouldn't make sense. But if he himself tried talking in his own language, maybe then? 

He just wanted the spear to Stop being pointed at his heart. It was. quite uncomfortable.

He held up his hands, and tried to speak. 

But all that came out was a pained, wheezy rasp, something awful and horrible even for his bad days. But this was definitely one of the worst days ever, so it wasn't particularly surprising.

Unfortunately, it seemed to have the opposite effect of getting the others to understand him. In fact, it seemed it was rather alarming -- not that he blamed them. It was definitely a horrible noise -- as the individual with the spear stepped forwards and jabbed it towards him, effectively pushing him away without touching him.

He whined, upset and confused, but it did little to sway the others, and their aggression did not lessen.

There was no way he was in the world he'd come from. Not with every pokemon and human being so aggressive. Pokemon, he could understand, but humans? It just did not make any sense. It wouldn't fit in his understanding of the world he came from.

He tucked his hands back under his arms, giving up on the peaceful gesture from before. His smile faltered, but he fought to keep it up. He needed to seem friendly! 

He rrrealy did not want to get sent back to that horrible snow and ice. He would certainly perish.

Despite their reactions, he stopped moving backwards and instead pointed at the fire. He tried making a pleading noise, but it clearly didn't come across well, as the person with a spear seemed to get angrier.

They shouted at him, loud and vicious, and jabbed the spear at him close enough that it would have stabbed him if he hadn't moved away in time. Even then, it nicked him in the arm, easily slicing through his moderately reinforced coat.

Not good! 

He tried one last, desperate attempt at speech, tears gathering in his eyes as everything threatened to bury him in an overwhelming wave of everything.

And surprisingly, it must have done something, based on their slight hesitation.

But it was only slight, giving him just enough time to dodge another swipe of the spear. The tears began to fall, and the person in front of him growled at their hesitation.

A moment later, it seemed as if they'd come to a conclusion of some kind, their countenance relaxing --

Before they quickly flipped their spear around and whacked him in the head with a blunt end.

(The last thing he saw, an instant before he blacked out, was a dark silhouette in the background, quickly approaching, and a comfortingly familiar voice.)

[leggerefiore]

Primal Thrill

cw: 18+ content, AFAB reader, eelektross Emmet, monster fucking, eggpreg, light predator kink, biting, water sex, cunt and pussy are used as descriptors

pairing: Emmet/Reader

words: 1554

another mermay addition. I should probably write a version without eggpreg haha

There was nothing quite like the thrill of the chase, you thought.

Your boyfriend seemed inclined to agree to that notion as well.

Swimming was something that you had adapted to since beginning your relationship with Emmet, an Eelektross hybrid. It was also what you were currently doing. Summer had rolled in and so had your ability to bear the ocean's waves, which meant more time spent with your beloved boyfriend physically.

And, well, more time for sex.

The water splashed around you as you swam desperately away from the hybrid. He was hot on your trail, and you could even feel moments where his hand reached out and grabbed your leg, careful not to throw off your strides. A glance behind you to him, showed a terrifying visage of the giant eel man pursuing you much like he would his prey. Those beautiful metallic eyes of his laid with slit pupils that were nearly invisible, and his grin was haunting, what with all his razor sharp teeth exposed.

Your heart raced from it, and you tried to move faster to get away from him. This was, however, not you in danger. No, this was the thrill. A predator chasing after its prey to do whatever it pleased afterwards. You almost let you a scream when his frigid hand once again grasped on to your ankle. He held on to it tightly, lead to you slowing down. Gazing back at him, you realised just how far you had gone out from the shore.

His grin grew to something between teasing and giddy as he quickly moved to hold your body against his, tail playfully wrapping around your leg. You shivered when his lips came down upon your nape, lightly biting and sucking at the flesh. You felt the urge to rub your thighs together, but were unable to due to your leg restraint. The pleasure that the thrill brought was almost embarrassing to admit.

You felt his groin press flush to yours, the slippery skin foreign to your own human texture. Your swimsuit was just in the way, but skinny-dipping did not see so appealing. Emmet let out a soft whine as he moved to rut against you. His dick was still hidden within its sheath, yet you could tell he was getting excited from his expression. You wrapped your free leg around him, alongside your arms around his neck. A few more nibbles at your neck followed before he pulled away with lidded eyes.

“… Darling,” his voice was like a purr in your ears, “I want to consume you…” His lips quickly pressed to yours. Only for but a moment, chaste, as his terrifyingly sharp teeth came to bite at your lips teasingly. You parted your lips as he sucked your tongue into his mouth. His hands came to grope at your ass as he continued to rut his hips against yours. A moan escaped from you and was swallowed by him.

His dick slowly began to press out from its sheath, long and wriggling. You swallowed as your brain rushed with feelings of pleasure that the appendage had brought you in the past. The kiss was broke as you gasped for air, Emmet's gills moving quickly, too. “Verrrry sweet,” he cooed, “You are the sweetest prey I've ever had.” You felt his thumbs lock under the waistband of your swim bottoms.

They were pressed down with slight manoeuvring of your free leg to expose your pussy to the apex predator's sight. His grin twisted into something perverse, while his eyes darkened into a cooler iron. A hand grasped your thigh easily while the other pressed a lanky finger between your folds. Another joined it as he spread you, eyes eagerly taking in the sight of your swollen cunt. A coo left him. His other hand was brought over, he pressed a finger into you. The intrusion left an excited coil in your stomach, but little in the way of actual pleasure.

Another soon joined it, Emmet's tongue pressing out from his lips as he began to scissor you open. A small groan left you. Locking your arms tighter around his neck, you moved in time with his hand's thrust. A giggle came from him, betraying the role he was playing. His hand that had been spreading your lips moved away to help support you again. For a moment, you were fucking yourself on his fingers, with him adding another somewhere in there. His thumb had come to rub against your clit, drawing out more pleasure from your body.

His fingers came to hit a perfect spot inside you, causing your toes to curl. A cry left you as you buried your face into his neck. Emmet immediately took to abusing it, working your easily into cumming on his fingers. Your moans were absolutely music to his ears, better than any song a Primarina could sing. Your walls clenched around his fingers desperately.

He slowly removed them from you, enjoying how your expression twitched with pleasure. They were brought to his mouth. His tongue circled around them. Your sweet flavour continued to send him further and further into the madness of lust. The twin wanted you. Bad. His lips pressed to yours again, quickly spreading your lovely taste into your mouth.

Emmet's hips had taken back to rutting against you once more. His brain demanded he take you, to appease the growing need in his gut. When he broke the kiss, your lidded eyes peered deep into him. He swallowed. “Emmy…” you whined, “More, Emmet, please…” You moved alongside his ruts desperately, “I want you!” With that, he let his instincts take over entirely.

Your leg was freed by him as he positioned you into a better position. The tip of his dick pressed into you; it being the thinnest part of his tendril like cock. A soft moan came from you as he pressed his way into you with relative ease, already stretched and wet from his fingers. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your head rested on his shoulder. The stretch of the base was always so filling. For a moment, you both stayed completely still in the stirring waters.

This, however, passed with Emmet finding a fast and hard pace. His thoughts were little more than to fuck and keep your head above water. Your nails dug into his back, the sting perfect in his mind. The odd feeling of his cock wriggling and twitching inside you elicited unfamiliar pleasures from you.

He found his face buried into your nape again. Teeth soon buried themselves into your skin once more as soft growls and groans escaped him. You felt the pain mixing with the pleasure of him fucking you so ferally in the water. His dick hit the entrance of your womb and caused a loud cry to escape. The teeth only dug in deeper, the surprise feeling of your walls tightening around him catching him off-guard.

You felt yourself growing hotter and more desperate. Hips moving with his, you cried out, “Emmy, more!” He easily granted your wish, hips rutting roughly. His cock pressed so deep inside you while the wriggling and massaging grew in intensity. You sobbed out as you found yourself cumming hard against him. He held on to you tightly, sharp nails digging into the softness of your thighs.

Emmet fucked you through your orgasm, causing your brain to feel a bit fried. He did release a few unexpected shocks, too, in his excitement. You could only moan and take the pleasure as he continued to rut into you.

When he finally stilled, he was buried into you as deeply as he could be. You swallowed at the feeling of the tip of his dick pressed to your cervix. The swell at the base of his cock was not an unknown one, but you could feel yourself shiver in anticipation. It travelled down his tentacle cock and came to a slow stop at the tip.

Another shock quickly surged from him, causing you to whine. The next feeling your body understood was the small eggs rolling inside you with a fluid. You nuzzled your face into his neck. Emmet supported your body with ease, strength most apparent. Another egg swell quickly followed. You curled your toes.

More and more pushed their way inside you. Another orgasm ripped from you at the third one. With every egg, you found yourself completely lost in the pleasure once more. A distension became visible in your stomach as he continued to pump his eggs into you. Emmet pecked light kisses to your temple while giving soft coos when you let out a cry.

By the time he was finished, you felt unsure if you could swim back to shore, a bit brainless from pleasure and unadjusted to the eggs. He pulled out slowly as his cock retracted back into its sheath. His arms stayed tightly around you.

“Heehee, now a real predator could catch you easily,” he teased while beginning to wade back to shore.

“... And get eel caviar?” you sassed him back, nuzzling into his neck.

“On second thought, I'd kill them!” Emmet corrected himself and began to swim faster. You chuckled at his reply.

“Mmm, love you, Em,” you yawned.

“I love you, too, darling.”

[ask-good-cop-bad-cop]

I am a sucker for sick fics.

How would being down with a cold/flu affect GCBC? Would they even share the cold? Tolerate it better than the other? How pathetic would they be? How would they take care of themselves!?? Everybody else realizing their sick and reacting to it... I like self-care and

Bad Cop peeled his eyes open. Their room was brightly lit by late-morning sun, telling him that they had overslept so late their alarm clock had long since given up on any attempts to wake them. He let out a groan as his eyes fell closed once more. Business was going to be pissed that they took so long to call out. He groped the night table for their phone and tapped out a barely comprehensible text explaining they were sick before sending it off to their boss, and then proceeded to drop the phone on the floor.

Every inch of their body ached, their energy completely sapped by their body's fight against the fever they undoubtedly had. Bad was glad he'd used the last of their spoons to make that chicken noodle soup last night before they crashed; there was no way he would manage it now.

He let out a groan of dismay when his stomach churned at the thought of food. Crap. He'd forgotten ginger ale... The churning became more urgent and he threw himself out of bed.

Emmet frowned to himself as the minutes ticked by and there still was no sign of the Cops. Not that they ever really spoke to each other when they were in the same area, but Emmet had noticed they were men of routine almost as much as he was himself, and normally they would be here for their lunch break about now.

"Is something the matter?" Lucy asked before taking a bite out of her sandwich.

"Good Cop and Bad Cop are usually here for their lunch break by now."

"And?" Lucy frowned at him. "What do you care? It's not like they even talk to anyone."

"Probably because nobody talks to them." Benny pointed out. Lucy rolled her eyes. "Maybe they decided they were in the mood for something else today? There's enough other places to go eat."

"Maybe; I don't know..." Emmet murmured. "Something just feels off about it to me. I ALWAYS see them here."

"Let's go see if they're home then." Benny suggested.

"But I don't know where they live?"

"Don't worry. I do."

They grabbed their lunch to go, and Benny directed Emmet to the apartment building where the Cops lived. They took the elevator up to the correct floor, and Benny knocked on the door. It was almost a full minute before they heard heavy footsteps approaching.

"Wow. You look like crap." Lucy said when the door opened. Bad Cop scowled at her.

"Really? Cause I feel fresh as a daisy. What are you all doing here."

"We didn't see you at the usual lunch spot, so I got a bit... concerned." Emmet admitted. Bad Cop blinked in surprise.

"You actually paid enough attention to notice?"

"Well, yeah! What else am I supposed to do, just completely ignore your existence?" Bad Cop stared at him. Emmet stared back. "...Oh. Well I'm not going to do that."

"I can see that." Bad Cop muttered. He then cursed and hurried back further into the apartment. Emmet clapped a hand over his mouth and turned green when the ensuing sounds reached his ears.

Benny winced. "Yeah, that sounds bad... Uh. Maybe you guys should go? I doubt they'll want to be crowded, and there's no sense risking all three of us catching it."

"What are you going to do?" Lucy asked.

"Help them out, if they'll let me. Being sick by yourself sucks."

"But don't you have to get back to work too?" Emmet managed to get out.

"Eh." Benny waved him off. "I set my own schedule. It's fine." Emmet accepted that answer and hurried away, Lucy following close behind. Benny let himself in and looked around to see what they already had on hand. A bottle of ibuprofen sat on the kitchen counter, and a peek in the fridge revealed a large bowl of homemade soup, but there was no sign of anything ginger to be found. He did eventually find a box of mint tea buried in a cupboard though, and hummed to himself. That would probably help. He brewed a cup and waited for them to come back out of the bathroom.

Good Cop seemed surprised to see him still there when they emerged a few minutes later. "You're still here?"

Benny shrugged and held the mug out to them. "I know what it's like having to take care of yourself when you're sick. Thought I'd give you a hand, if you don't mind."

"Oh." Good Cop automatically accepted the tea and took a sip, relaxing as it did help to soothe their stomach a little. "That's... Thank you."

Benny smiled. "What are friends for?"

[r0-boat]

Photo Shoot

Based off of a certain ask

The first part is just shenanigans you will get your horny later

Cw: breeding mentioned once, implied male lactation

Exhausted your feet dragged your way on the dirt road seeing the farmhouse in the distance you trucked on one day you swear you're going to Hound Holt to get you a bike or something anything to get to the town wasier than just walking back and forth.

You are sick and tired of going all the way to the town just to get your boss a soda for God forbid a 1 lb bag of hell for you to carry back up there. sighing in relief finally reaching the front door only to stop.

Feeling greedy Intent coming from the house.

Uh no...

You open the door to see your Boss with a creepy smile on his face.

" oh you're back I was just thinking about you,"

Oh God... you didn't answer you just took off your shoes and put the bags on the table.

" so lovely farm hand I love so dearly remember that deal with the ad company I made a while back."

"Yeah what of it"

"They accepted our offer to make a photo shoot ad!"

Your discontent immediately disappears Your eyes liting up already seeing the money come in and hopefully a bigger paycheck.

" that's great Boss!"

The man nodded his smile only getting wider honestly looking more and more wolfish.

" all we need now is a model!"

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks...

"NO-"

"$300 extra on your paycheck"

"...."

🐄🍓🐄🍓🐄🍓🐄🍓🐄

Head in your hands you silently Scream the dreaded outfit that Holt picked out for you on the bed. As dignity drains from your body you lower your head in defeat and put on the strawberry cow outfit.

The hybrids watch from afar as the humans set up the stage. Leon is familiar with this setup. He was a show bull, after all. It seems like one of the Bulls on the Farm will be going through its first photo shoot.

Their ears perk when they hear your name.

You stepped out from the back safe horns on top of your head with flowers white and pink splotches with red lace you look like a strawberry the outfit hugged every part of your body. With a little tail dangling from your bum.

Volo had a...worrying look on his face.

Leon was speechless.

Adaman and was turning red.

Emmet was... surprisingly staying calm, his eyes devoid of something...

While ingo was breaking down.

Your eyes just so happen to wander to the Bulls, your face flushing red and pure embarrassment. You look away. The camera girl had you lying on the hay bales. Your gaze met Holt, who was standing on the photographer's left. All he gave you was a cheeky smile and a thumbs up, fucking asshole...

Leon snapped out of his... thoughts, realizing that they were only five out of six bulls... "Where's Milo?"

The question was immediately answered. Emmet's eyes filled with pure Rage as they saw another human bring Milo onto the set. His legs shaking like a newborn deer, his face red, not taking his eyes off you.

Emmet, fat bull cock deep inside of you. Growling and mooing trying to keep the other Bulls away from you as he mates with you. He tries to bully himself as deeply as possible. Making you milk his cock dry, possibly milking him in other ways. He wants nothing more than to empty all of himself inside of you. You'll be a good mate and sing for him.

His brain is swarmed with thoughts. You look like the Perfect Mate if you weren't already. So dolled up just for him. Your lips were kissable, your skin soft and grabbable, and your scent sweet and fruity like strawberries and cream; it made his mouth water.

Despite being the orchestrator of your destruction, you're glad that Holt was here. Being served to them on a silver platter like this you could only imagine what would happen if the bulls had no supervision.

Just to be in Volo's arms next his hand around the neck whispering degrading things about humans and you, as he treats nothing more than a cock sleeve. Trying to wash out Emmet's seed with his. Volo is an ancient breed and he breeds you like one. His Pace wild and uncontrolled while he babbles about humans being nothing but toys for a hybrid's pleasure.

Ingo won't let you up for hours, devour you, your taste making his dick throb. You beg and plead to have your hole milk him. But he doesn't listen. Mind and body devoured by animalistic hunger. Truly addicted at this point, he's not going to be able to be milked without tasting you first. Yes, having you tight and full around him is nice and all, but he just can't bear to bring his mouth from you, so his hand will have to do. Muffling his cries and moos with your sex as his seed spills all over the ground and his hand.

Adaman and would treat you gently, but even that would be an understatement. His hips vigorously bucking against you, his tight, heavy balls slapping against your ass, entirely focused on keeping his speed. His powerful thrusts make you sob and squirm. Which only makes him pound harder. The sight of his mate begging for him, begging for more going straight to his loins.

Leon will show you that he is a good mate, strong and filled with stamina. He was not a Showbull for nothing. He still got it. He'll support you folded in half against his chest, bucking up into you. Nuzzling into your neck, taking in your scent. Whimpering, your nails digging into his arms, marking him as yours. He's not like the other Bulls. He can control himself. He'll go slow for you. Make sure you adjust to all of him before he moves.

Oh, Milo, poor Milo, too shy to enact his true feelings on you. As he stands on the stage while his brain is screaming, "mate, Mate Them. Mate is lusting after mate! must protect!" He sits next to you on the hay bale. The fake horns and ears you are so plush and soft as you lay your head on his lap. He wants to reach his hand down and touch you. He can't stop starting. Milo needs to be yours!

But Holt is watching, no doubt ready to subdue him with his bare hands if he or any of the Bulls steps out of line and lays a hand on you while the photo shoot is making him money... maybe he should call you over later... j-just for a chat... he hopes no other bull has the same idea after this photo shoot, but that is very unlikely. Especially judging by how their eyes lit up when the camerawoman said she'll be back in an hour after lunch.

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

A Father's Resolve - Prologue

IM SO NORMAL GUYS IM SO NORMAL IM SO NORMAL IM SO NORMAL I SWEAR THIS IS THE THIRD IDEA IVE HAD IN TWO DAYS PLEASE HELP ME

Word Count: ~800

Emmet would later swear that it started out normal. 

He woke up in his bed, his team asleep in the room as well, at exactly 4 am. He would take a shower and get dressed, his white shirt and pants ironed and freshly pressed. He made a light breakfast, consisting of a bagel with peanut butter and some coffee. He'd fed his team their breakfasts and grabbed his coat and hat and had done all the normal morning things. His day bag hadn't felt any different on his shoulder, the walk hadn't been any longer or shorter. The station doors opened the same, that one light still flickered slightly, his office was exactly the same as he'd left it. He'd sat at the lone desk in the room to fill out some paperwork before boarding the same line for the day. 

The battles had gone similar (but never the same) as normal, he'd congratulated and praised and encouraged as normal, he'd reached his destination as normal. He'd eaten his lunch and texted Elesa and checked in with the depot agents as normal. 

The first sign of something not normal was during his break in the control room. He could still remember idly chatting with one of the older agents when he'd heard that sound. The same one he'd heard only once, exactly a decade prior. 

It sounded like someone was trying to cut sheet metal with a pair of fabric scissors. A horrible, loud, ripping noise, reverberating in his ears and chest and lungs. A distinct sound. 

He'd started to run. 

He could barely hear the voices calling for him over that sound. It was getting louder, droning, crackling, ripping, searing, it was unnatural, it was something he was not supposed to hear. 

And then were the screams. He burst out the maintenance door into the main area of the Subway. People were screaming, running, trying to get away from something, that sound. Emmet ran straight towards it, a pokeball raised in his hand. This was not normal. 

He merely caught a glimpse of a hole in the air, a hole leading to somewhere and yet nowhere, a purple and black and yellow and blue and red and green swirling things that spat out matter. And then, with a horrendous sucking noise, it closed itself and disappeared. 

The sound had left a ringing in his ears. He thought about leaving. Not investigating. But he needed to, not just for the Subway, but for himself. He knew he recognized that sound.

He directed the depot agents to handle the panicked passengers as he ran to see what the thing had spat out. 

It sat in the middle of the floor. A huddle of fabric, mumbling to itself. Emmet could not make out what it was. He crept forward, unsure of how to proceed. This was not how he remembered that noise happening last time. In fact, instead of leaving something in its wake, the ripping had taken something from him. Something precious. 

He pushed the thought aside to focus on the matter at hand. 

He kept the pokeball ready as he approached, his shoes squeaking on the floor. He caught a faint voice speaking a foreign tongue. What language was it? The voice was rough from use.

But it was also familiar. 

Emmet summoned all his willpower to speak. "You are halting the activities of the Subway. Please state your intentions." 

The thing - no, the figure - froze completely. Then it stirred, getting to its knees, then its feet. As it rose, Emmet could see the hauntingly familiar coat it wore shredded and sunbleached, the large collar in tatters, the two lines reminiscent of train tracks faded, but still present. The hat it wore, torn and bleached like the coat, most of the stuffing gone. 

And then he turned. And Emmet saw his own face reflected in them. The sharp chin, now covered with facial hair into a trimmed beard. The silver eyes, the sharp cheekbones, even the hooked nose. Their face was tanned, their eyes slightly sunken, but bright and confused. Their silver hair had streaks of white. Wrinkles, small and numerous, riddled their cheeks and eye sockets. 

Emmet's eyes had widened as his hand lowered. 

"Ingo?" 

The man's eyes had also widened. He'd slowly nodded his head, visible confusion still written across his face. Emmet's vision grew blurry as he reached in for a hug-

That was not reciprocated. Ingo had held firm, stiffening. Emmet had stopped dead in his tracks. "Ingo?" 

He had opened his mouth to speak when Emmet had noticed something else. Two small sets of chubby white hands gripping the bleached and torn coat, tugging at his black pants. Two matching sets of silver eyes staring up at him, wide and alarmed, hiding in his coat. 

Ingo had leaned down and plucked them up, scooping one into each arm. They'd buried their small faces into his chest, refusing to look. 

Emmet steeled his resolve suddenly. People were staring. "Let us take this to my office. Somewhere more private." Ingo had said nothing, but had followed his brother, the two children glancing up as he'd begun to move, watching Emmet with large eyes. 

And yet the day, he later swore, had started out normal. 

[Next]

[smallestapplin]

(So this is the request for Emmet finding Ingos sweet little shiny hybrid Lopunny, I’m not to sure how good this’ll be but I’ll be attempting a lead in post to set the general mood Emmet is in about the situation before he finds the female insert which I hope to see how you write the actual interactions!)

(For the actual request some focus on size kink, a bit of fear play and then jealous boys mixed with a very protective Ingo would be great! As a reminder reader has no idea Ingo has a twin the same as Emmet didn’t know Ingo got himself a mate. Sooooo reader gets a nice big surprise well Emmet gets to be furious his brother managed to hide you from him long enough to court and pair bond with you without any competition.)

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This had been bullshit, a few months worth actual and Emmet had actual hit his limit for how much he was will to deal with his twins strange behavior.

Admittedly, it was nothing major at first. Just Ingo returning to the den with something different then he smelled like and well he had ignored Emmet’s questions of what that smell was after enough questioning he got a half lie of.

‘I caught a Lopunny, to small though so let it go.’

Emmet knew that was a lie only because despite his brother astounding poker face Emmet could still read his twin like an open book.

But why lie? That was what was tripping the younger twin up now. Did he have a pet? Was there a human trainer with a Lopunny that was strong enough somehow to force Ingo to let them camp or have passage? Or maybe…

It made him think, which made Ingo nervous as his tail had dusted the ground and he continuously told Emmet to drop it, it was nothing and to Emmet’s surprise after Ingo stopped returning to the den with that scent.

His hair was always wet though…

Things started to grow tense after Emmet decided to take lead and go scout the problem areas of their territory, Ingo had been doing it for a few months now and he’d like to check it out himself. Only to get shot down, rather roughly by the other, there was a lot of bickering about it and by the end Emmet ended up with the left half of the territory from boarder to middle to scout well Ingo had the right from boarder to middle.

He didn’t approve.

Later he tried again to mix things up with scouting and every time he was shot down and he’d noticed over time it was a very specifically area Ingo didn’t want him.

It started to piss him off, it was starting to feel like this piece wasn’t their territory anymore but Ingo’s alone and the white eared hybrid didn’t much care for it.

Surprisingly he did attempt to stay civil with his twin, first he offered to go with him but when that was shot down he said he would go on alone then. That had been the first time in years the two had nearly gotten into a physical altercation but it settled with words just before.

Emmet was going to find what Ingo was hiding from him.

So he kept quiet, stayed in his brothers sight allllllll day so the older twin would let his guard down and then very very early the next day he went to the small patch of land his brother was guarding so fiercely.

Actually wasn’t so hard to find, the place just stunk of his brother like he’d over scented the area defensively, not uncommon after chasing another hybrid out but-

And then he saw you, waking up early with the sun, small and soft looking with long brown hair that almost matched the brown of your ears before they ended in bright cotton candy pink tufts.

You had all the markings of Lopunny hybrid and the behaviors too if that little barrow you crawled out of was anything to go by.

You stood in the early sun, far to care free for what you where as you closed your eyes out in the open and enjoyed a few sunbeams, you wore nothing but a green nightgown with a large neck that hung over your shoulder and exposed a bit more then a more traditional outfit would allow as it barely reached past mid thigh.

So, Emmet could think to himself as he caught the scent of something mellow, sweet, and Earthy. This was the little Lopunny his brother had ‘released’ for being to small.

His smile would nearly split his face, must have been some close call with that ‘bite' on your shoulder though.

Bitty

FINALLY! IVE GOTTEN TO IT!

This took me so long, solely cause I kept reading what you wrote and it kept tripping me up😭 HOPEFULLY this is to your liking.

I tried

🔞18+Only!🔞 no boning, just thoughts.🔞

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Emmet wasn’t sure what’s been going on with his brother, but know he’s positive he knows.

It’s you.

You are what’s been going on.

You’re cute, he’ll give you that.

What could his brother, a Zoroark hybrid, an alpha one at that, want with such a tiny bunny?

You barely come up to their stomachs!

Those bright pink ears of yours are a dead give away! You’re so easy to spot.

A growl nearly escapes him.

Emmet can’t believe this.

All this time, Ingo has been sneaking behind his back, stopping him from checking this area.

All because of you.

He’s hurt his brother doesn’t trust him enough, to tell Emmet he found a mate.

He doesn’t fail to notice how you tense, you know he’s here, don’t you?

You stand still, the air feels tense, like you’re being watched by something that’s not happy about you being here.

It can’t be Ingo, he always greets you so warmly, tail wagging before kneeling to your height.

This feels different.

This feels dangerous.

You rest a hand on the bond mark Ingo gave you, hoping for some comfort.

Slowly looking around you, trying to find an exit or hiding spot.

You den won’t work, the opening is big enough for Ingo to squeeze in, and being an alpha Zoroark hybrid, he’s quite large.

You quickly think of any small holes to hide in.

You look over your shoulder and see him.

Your wide eyes locking with familiar yet distance silver ones.

You were shocked at how familiar he looks, yet so different.

Where there was fur, it was grey, white, and red.

Not the black and red you were use to.

But he was just as large.

His smile was almost akin to a snarl.

You barely had time to blink before he was sprinting to you.

A shriek escapes you, before your running. Just barely dodging his hand. Your heart nearly stops at the livid roar he gives, but you don’t slow down.

Emmet can’t believe it! Al this time you had been right under his nose, and Ingo lying to him!

You’re smart, he’ll give you that. You duck and roll under smaller spaces, and under tree branches. You don’t turn when you hear a branch smack him, his snarl told you enough.

You don’t know who this asshole is, but you know Ingo will show up soon, if you can’t get away you know he’ll take care of it.

“Get back here!”

You refuse to stop.

Your night shirt getting a few new holes was worth it, if it meant you got to live another day.

You make a big circle, looping back around to your den. Hoping to find your mate.

You yelp as you’re tackled to the ground, though you’re surprised you don’t touch the ground. The strange man has you wrapped safely in his arms, making sure you aren’t hurt.

“I.” His face is beside yours, panting heavily.

“Am Emmet.”

with each harsh intake and exhale of air, his chest presses against your back.

“Is..is that it?” You can’t help but be confused.

“And you, are my brother’s mate…yes?”

“Brother?”

You two stare at each other from the corners of your eyes.

You look back to your den, then back to him.

“This is…uh, awkward. Would you like to come into my den for some tea?”

Your floppy ears twitch, as you look up at him.

You can hear his tail thumping against the ground.

“That would be nice.”

Emmet gets off of you, helping you stand. He’s nearly taken aback at the height difference of you two.

Sure, he knows he and his brother have the alpha gene and you don’t, but not even an alpha gene could help you.

You’re so tiny compared to him, like a little toy.

He follows you to your den, relishing in your apologetic chuckle about him having to squeeze in.

His brother’s scent is all over your den, you even have some of the older twin’s shirts.

Ingo must’ve helped must’ve helped you make your den just big enough to fit him. He sat awkwardly at your couch of furs.

He internally scowls, knowing his brother made this for you.

“So Emmet, right?”

His ears peek up.

“I am Emmet, yes.”

You nod as you make tea, telling him your name while you wait for the water to boil.

“I’d ask how you’d know Ingo, but looking at you it’s kind of obvious.” You smile at him, sitting on the furthest part of the couch.

“We are twins. We don’t…we usually don’t hide things.”

While his voice didn’t convey his emotions, his face sure did.

He looked so hurt, that he was surprised his brother hid such a thing from him.

Not only did his brother court you, he mated you, and bonded you! And didn’t tell him anything!

“I’m sorry.”

Emmet looks down at you with watery eyes.

“I don’t know what to say, Ingo never told me he had a brother-“

“He WHAT!?”

You jump in shock, his voice raising as his ears perk up towards you.

Your own floppy ears twisting back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!”

Emmet stares at you for a moment before trying to calm down.

You’re likely only use to Ingo, and seeing a strange hybrid that would usually kill you, get upset or angry, must’ve been nerve wracking for such a small thing.

You move a little closer, hoping to show you know he’s just upset by his brother’s actions. Only getting up to get the tea, he laughs at the cup you give him.

“Let me guess.”

“Yes, it’s Ingo’s, I only have a few just meant for him.”

He thanks you for the tea, before you two sit in silence, unsure of what to do or say.

“So when did you and my brother meet? Or the courting?”

You look at him for a moment before answering.

“He started coming by last year before trying to court me. You should’ve seen him, he brought me a sawsbuck to romance me, before realizing at my horror, that that’s not the way to go!”

Your laugh lightens the mood.

Looking down at you, watching you cover your mouth as your laugh slows to a chuckle.

Emmet realizes why Ingo hide you from him.

Emmet knows then and there he would’ve fought tooth and nail, to court you. Strange, isn’t it? Such a small little bunny, and the big bad wolf, as cheesy as it is.

Emmet chuckles silently to himself.

You two fall silent at the sound of footsteps getting closer, looking towards the entrance, seeing a panicked Ingo.

Only for his face pale at the sight of Emmet.

The older twin can feel himself sweating, he wasn’t suppose to be here! He wasn’t suppose to know of you! At least not yet.

You both don’t look too pleased with him either.

He knows he’s in the wrong, hiding his mate from his brother, but they are both Zoroark hybrids! He didn’t know how his hunting crazy brother would react.

“What are you doing here?”

Though he knew why.

Emmet sneers at his twin, but not before grabbing you and hugging you close to him.

“I’m just having a verrry lovely time with your mate! You know, the one you never introduced me to.”

You let out a squeak, though it’s muffled in Emmet’s chest.

The younger twin doesn’t want to admit it, but you fit perfectly in his lap.

Ingo can tell, and can’t help the low growl that leaves his throat.

“Your mate has been nothing but sweet.” The younger twin looks down at you, as you’re pressed flush against his chest.

He can feel his heart beat speeding up.

You’re so small, and nothing but sweet.

And when you look up at him, with those big doe eyes.

He’s made his choice.

He looks back to Ingo with a wide grin.

But you speak up, once you freed your face from Emmet’s chest.

“Ingo.”

It hurt to see his eyes droop and tail between his legs. He knows you’re upset with him, and for good reason, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“I’m upset you didn’t tell me about your brother sooner, even just a mention or heads up would’ve been nice.”

You wanted to tear Ingo a new one, but you’ll do that in private so you can truly give him a piece of your mind.

“I’m sorry, dear. I know I should’ve told you sooner, I hope you can forgive me.”

He makes it hard to stay mad.

You try to get out of Emmet’s hold, only for his arms to tighten around you.

Your yelp has Ingo growling, low and threatening at his brother.

“It’s not fair you got to court such a cute mate!” The younger twins white tail wags, thumping against the furs below him.

“And with these pretty pink ears, it’s amazing I never found them. I could’ve had such a sweet mate all to myself.”

Emmet’s grin turns smug as he glances at his brother.

Ingo is furious at his twin’s words.

“Outside! Now!”

Emmet simply chuckles and places you down.

“I’ll be riiiight back for you, cutie.”

You try to follow them out, but Ingo stops you.

“I want you to stay in here, for your safety.”

“But Ingo I-“

“My sweet mate, I adore you, but this is going to get ugly and I don’t want you to hear me like this.”

His pleading silver eyes stare at you, silently begging you to listen.

And you relent, you grab his hand and kiss the back of it.

“Okay.”

“Thank you.”

The two bend down and wiggle out of your den, walking a little ways away so you’ll hear them less.

“You have such a cute mate, Ingo.”

The older twin says nothing as they walk, but his black fox ears tell his twin he’s listening.

“So small too! And sweet! We share everything, yet you hid such a pretty bunny from me.”

Ingo scowls, side eyeing his brother. Only stoping once he deemed it far enough away from your den.

“Where are you going with this?”

The flowy fox hybrid smiles.

“With how sweet they are, I can see why you’d bond with them. But my question is, how willing are you to share?”

He’s right, they have shared everything.

And since they are just a pack of two, it just makes sense.

“You aren’t telling me all of what you’re thinking, so spill it.”

He crosses his arms, glaring at his twin.

Who only smiles back.

“I want to be their mate too, I want to bond with them, and mark them. You’ve had them to yourself this whooole time! I want a turn to kno-“

“DO NOT.”

They stare at each other, glaring daggers at the other.

“I want to mate them and to be their mate.”

“I AM their mate.” His frown deepens at his brother’s words.

“I am Emmet. I like winning more than anything. I will win their favor.”

“I will choose the next destination based on your talent.”

They didn’t hesitate to rush each other.

The results of this fight will determine if they ask you.

But Ingo is determined to prove himself worthy to be your mate.

[wardenswateringhole]

Reclamation - Chapter 2

CW:

Hospital Setting

Grief mention

Cut for length. Enjoy.

A tan cup with a green sleeve sat ignored. The dark liquid in it long cooled and neglected in favor of a pen scribbling ink across a form. One form of many. Emmet did not seem to ever see his desk devoid of the accursed things. Everything required a form. Accidents, requisitions, missing item reports, complaints, vacations, and sick leave among other things. All of it required his signature at the bottom of the form. It was his responsibility as the boss.

The only boss.

He cursed under his breath as his hand stuttered and the ink left a jagged line on the page. That form was ruined now. He crumpled it and tossed it aside before diving into the drawers of his desk to retrieve a fresh copy. The ball of paper landed on the floor among it’s other fallen kin that were strewn about. The main graveyard of the waste basket already full and no longer taken new entrants.

The new form was placed before him. Fresh and new. Emmet’s hand stuttered again as he took up his pen once more. He sighed and placed the implement back down and flexed his hand. His joints crackled with the gesture. A dull ache finally had it’s chance to seep into the muscles of his hand, no longer held at bay with the distraction of duty.

The ticking of the clock on the wall crept into Emmet’s ears. Tired eyes stared up at it. How long had he been at this? It felt like an eternity. An eternity that only spanned three hours. Emmet sighed heavily. No challengers today it seemed. He could remember a time where he could barely keep up with his other duties with all the challengers that he faced on the doubles line on a daily basis. It was even worse when he had to take over the singles line as well. Now it seemed that even getting one person to reach ten battles in a week was a blessing. Things had become painfully slow.

Ever since that kid.

An upstart that thought he was hot stuff. Emmet rubbed his face hard. He could still see the bad hairstyle an everything. A spiked mullet, black with electric orange stripes, made this kid stick out like a sore thumb. How he had managed to reach Emmet’s car at all was the biggest mystery at the time. Emmet’s victory was swift and resounding. He wasn’t even trying to destroy the kid so badly.

To say the challenger was upset was an understatement.

Emmet had quite the ride back to the station watching this teenager completely melt down in front of him. Words that even Emmet shied away from were thrown at him. A couple Depot Agents had to physically drag the boy from the car and throw him out of the gear station. It was definitely the strangest incident Emmet had encountered.

Little did Emmet know what he had just wrought.

It wasn’t long before a new face began to appear at the board meetings. A fat cat of a man with a cigar always hanging out of his mouth. Thick gold bands sat on his fingers. A loud clacking could be heard whenever the man was thinking. He had a habit of tapping the rings against the table he sat at, making sure everyone knew he was there and he was not to be ignored in any form. As if the clouds of cigar smoke rising into the air wasn’t enough to announce his presence through stench alone.

Emmet later had the misfortune of learning this man’s identity. Wyman Gorynich. A very influential man who pulled a lot of strings. He had made his fortune from having his hand in multiple pots at once. If anything could be concretely linked to him, it was a shipping company that was used often for transporting mass produced goods. He was also the father of one Devlin Gorynich. The very same young man that had caused such a scene on Emmet’s battle car.

Mr. Gorynich began to argue that Nimbasa was getting stale. It needed new attractions to keep it fresh. No one could deny that the city hadn’t exactly seen fresh blood in quite some time. The staples were still going strong. If it wasn’t broke, don’t fix it seemed to be working for everyone. However, even the Mayor could not deny the downward trend in visitors to some attractions. The Battle Subway had the biggest drop in traffic, already having taken a hit from the accident and Ingo’s passing.

Thankfully the mayor was not keen on parting with his own brain child so easily and Emmet was keen on fighting to keep the Battle Subway running. If only for Ingo’s memory. His passionate pleas to keep the battle subway open for passengers to remember Ingo had quelled the assault for a time.

As the months went on, less and less challengers began to appear. Emmet didn’t see reason for worry then. It was just a slow season.

Then the problems started. More passenger complaints of things beyond the staff’s control. Vandalism became much more common. Broken items and tipped trash cans were little concern but Emmet called Officer Jenny in immediately when Ingo’s plaque was found covered in paint and broken eggs. Emmet insisted on cleaning up the scene himself. He remembered spending all night fighting back tears as he scrubbed the bronze letters clean and polished Ingo’s picture to a sheen.

The presence of Officer Jenny’s team seemed to calm things down a bit, but it seemed the damage was done. Challengers became more and more of a rarity and paperwork was more and more of a common occurrence.

Now Emmet sat in the office. Alone. With nothing but the ticking of a clock to fill the silence. Many Depot Agents had left for better opportunities once business began to slow. What remained had their own tasks to tend to. No time for comradery when things were stretched so thin.

Emmet’s hand stuttered once more. He shook the offending limb as the other fished around in his pocket. A couple of tiny yellow pills were retrieved and popped into his mouth. The forgotten coffee was gulped down. The empty cup was tossed haphazardly at the wastebasket as his phone began to ring. Gazing at the screen, Emmet tilted his head. It wasn’t a number he recognized. His thumb glided across the screen to accept the call.

“Subway Boss Emmet speaking!”

“Mr. Emmet? This is Nimbasa Hospital.” The voice on the other end carried no joviality to it. It was just as somber as Emmet’s monotone speech. “It seems there was an incident and we need you to come in and identify an individual.”

“I’m sorry?” Emmet responded. “I’m not sure I understand…”

The voice on the other end became muffled as if a hand was being held over the speaker. Sounds of moment could be heard before a familiar voice came onto the line.

“Emmet!”

“Officer Jenny? What’s going on!?” Emmet felt a sense of panic began to make itself known in his chest.

“Emmet. I need you to get to the hospital as soon as you can.”

“What happened!? Is it Lela!? Are my boys okay!?”

“Emmet, please. Just remain calm and get here now. It’s incredibly important.”

“R-Right! On my way!”

The phone was tucked back into his pocket and his jacket and hat were snatched from the coat wrack by the door. His long legs carried him swiftly past confused and concerned Depot Agents.

“I have an emergency to tend to!” Emmet announced as he continued to move toward the exit. “I do not know when I will return!” The jacket was swung around his shoulders and slipped on in one fell swoop.

“No battles or appointments until I return!”

No one had any chance to stop him or ask questions before he disappeared through the door. Everyone could only look to one another with worried expressions.

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Deep breath in.

There’s no need to worry.

Long breath out.

Everything is fine.

Deep breath in.

It’s all under control.

Long breath out.

Everything will be okay.

He was greeted by officers and orderlies. They were very insistent that Emmet calm down and breath. He needed to be prepared for what he was about to see. Officer Jenny was there. She and Emmet had become close over the investigation of Ingo’s demise. Despite it being unprofessional, she had been quite supportive in Emmet’s grief.

“Emmet.” She spoke quietly. Her voice, even as low as it was, seemed to almost echo in the quiet hospital halls. She held Emmet’s shoulders, trying to help him not hyperventilate himself into fainting.

“Emmet. Breathe. I need you to focus. I need you to be strong…” She stole a glance as the door behind her. A patient’s room. Closed with the curtains pulled closed over the windows looking in.

“He needs you to be strong.”

Emmet squeezed his eyes shut and breathed deeply and slowly. His mind, usually a blessing with how quickly it processed information now ran wild like a bucking rapidash. It took everything to reel it in from the dire thoughts that now filled his head.

Emmet’s shoulder relaxed In Officer Jenny’s grip. His eyes opened and stared calmly at the door to the room behind her. He nodded quietly before straightening his posture. She let him go and nodded in response. “All good?”

“Yep. All good.”

The congregation of officers and orderlies parted like water as Emmet approached the door. Emmet could only hear his heart in his ears. His hand was gloved but the door handle felt extra cold to the touch. It turned with ease. A light click and the room was open.

Beep…

Beep…

Beep...

The lights were dim. A singular light over the equipment that monitored the patient that lay in the bed was the only source of illumination. A steady beep of the heart monitor filled the silence. Emmet stepped closer. The figure was familiar. Thick leather straps held their wrists and feet. Another could be seen across their chest.

Beep…

Beep…

Beep…

An oxygen mask fogged up at their breathing. Slow. Relaxed. Their face was peaceful despite the heavy age lines that laid across their face. Their skin carried a paleness to it that Emmet was not used to seeing. Long silver hair laid strewn over the pillow. Emmet reached a hand forward and touched their hand. He could see eyes moving behind closed lids.

Beep…

Beep…

Beep…

“Ingo?”

Eyes cracked open at the utterance. Silver orbs rolled toward Emmet’s direction. They carried a heavy glaze to them. They blinked slowly.

“Ingo? Can you hear me?”

Ingo’s eyes closed a moment before they peered wearily at Emmet once more. Ingo looked exhausted. Ingo’s breathing began to deepen.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Ingo. It’s me. I am Emm—”

Beep! Beep! Beep!

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!!!!

Eyelids stretched wide. Pupils shrank to pinholes. A strangled cry left Ingo as he began to thrash against his restraints. He pulled against them with all his might, eyes trained on Emmet’s form. A look of pure terror was on his face.

Emmet recoiled from the sight. He couldn’t understand half the words Ingo screamed. “Help” “Pokemon” and “Danger” could be made out. The rest sounded foreign.

“ZOROARK!!!!!”

Emmet barely registered being pulled from the room as he watched the orderlies descend on Ingo. They pinned down his limbs and tried to reassure him everything was alright. A nurse injected something into the IV. Ingo slowly began to stop fighting. His voice and movements become ever weaker. He soon returned to the pitiful form he had made when Emmet had arrived.

The door was shut and Emmet was once more out in the hall. Emmet turned around slowly. His eyes were hollow. His smile sat deflated on his face. Officer Jenny’s voice only just reached him.

“He was found wondering the streets last night. Witnesses say he was staggering and just muttering nonsense.” She crossed her arms. “He immediately ran and put up a fight when my officers tried to approach him. One reported getting a nasty bite.”

“That… That was Ingo…”

His gaze lifted to Officer Jenny. “What… What happened…?

“I was actually hoping you could tell me… But I see that isn’t the case.” Officer Jenny sighed and put a hand on Emmet’s shoulder. “You should head home. I don’t think Ingo’s going to be good for visitors for the rest of the day.”

She gently coaxed Emmet into walking. His steps were heavy and uncertain. The silence of the halls were nothing compared to the echoed beeping in Emmet’s mind.

“Come on. I’ll give you a ride.”

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy weekend everyone :). We’ve reached the episode where Emmett and Lucy’s relationship comes to an abrupt end. Get to delve into why it ended and see Tim help her through it like he does. It’s a solid ep for them. Also more growth for our boy. Lets get going.

3x08 Bad Blood

We start with Lucy waking up to a cowardly breakup text from Emmett. Ugh. Not only that he’s dragging Tim into to it to grab his stuff from her. Extra helping of coward. I kinda wanna nut check him for this. No matter how Lucy treated the relationship this was unwarranted. I can’t stand people who aren’t forward with their feelings. Eject out of relationship through a text message instead of doing it face to face. Confrontation isn't fun but its better than doing this. Because that's all Emmett will be remembered for. Is having zero balls about their breakup. That's the legacy he's decided to leave.

It’s the first thing Lucy talks to Jackson about when she gets to work. She’s so mad and rightfully so IMO. Asking if he’s 14 years old? Why he couldn’t do it to her face? (man has no balls or integrity would be my guess) Jackson tells her sadly that’s most guys these days. She’s lucky she didn’t just get ghosted. So I guess he's one level above Uber coward then. Tim is within ear shot of all this. Asking Lucy if they can just get to work now?

Lucy ignores his plea to just go to work. Instead asking him if Emmett talked to him about this? Tim replies no why would he? That when they hang out its not a feelings party LOL Also If Emmett did Tim would’ve defended Lucy and told Emmett he was an idiot. I bet you he was far too scared to tell Tim about what he did. Especially after he ate him alive in 2x19. No way in hell he was coming to Tim about hurting her. Dude wouldn't have survived that convo.

Tim has the most Tim Bradford answer ever when he replies if she wants his advice? To Tim it’s so clear. He treated her badly to end the relationship. So naturally she just needs to walk it off. Cut that off emotionally and move on. Saying he clearly wasn’t the right guy for her. (He very much was not… *cough you are cough*) He’s always so brusk at first in his advice to her. Then once they’re alone in the shop away from Jackson he gets softer. I think part of that advice he gave here was cause they weren’t alone. How he is with her one on one is so different than when they have an audience.

We pan back to them finishing up a call. Lucy asking if Tim had ever been dumped out of the blue before? Then he makes a hilarious dark joke about Isabel. The change in this man regarding his ex-wife is unreal. The place he’s in now that he can use what happened to him in a sarcastic way is amazing. It has a dark edge to it like satire but progress none the less.

Clearly saying it to bring a little perspective to her about her situation. Lucy recognizes that but has to know the Why. I can’t blame her I’m the same way. It’s hard for me to let things go with no explanation. Especially when its affected me on a deep level. Lucy is practically begging Tim to ask Emmet WHY did he do this? This is something that is going to consume her day till she gets some answers.

Tim doesn’t have time to reply because he see’s the shop has been tagged. He goes white as a ghost. Lucy is trying not to laugh because she doesn’t understand what’s happening. Then Tim touches it and it’s fresh. He loses it and calls in the calvary. Lucy is looking around in a panic trying to asses the threat. Wondering why this feels like a DEFCON 1 situation right now.

We return to them at the station. Tim is explaining the situation to her. That 3Eyez was active from 2006-2010. Telling her they had victims all over the city. Whenever they got close to catching them it stopped. Tim assumed since it’s been so long they stopped. He also lets her know he checks the data base every 3 months. Just in case he shows up in another city.

Lucy says wow he must’ve been hardcore for him to obsess like this. Asks Tim what his biggest crime was? He tells her it’s him being a tagger. Costing the city hundred of thousands of dollars in repairs. Lucy is confused and says ok…in property damage though.... She is trying to connect why he’s so obsessed with them.

Then we find out his shop was tagged when he was a rookie. Not only that but he let it happen right under his nose. Lucy is getting a MAJOR kick out of this. Laughing and enjoying this piece of his history. Best part of her day so far. For a couple reasons. One he made a big ol' mistake as a rookie. You know she loves that. Delights her to no end. Especially with how he has berated her mistakes as his boot. Second she knows he must've had some unrelenting teasing attached to this moment. It happened right under his nose.

She is down right giddy as she is putting the pieces of the puzzle together. Asking him if he had a nickname? That after an incident like that no way he didn’t garner a nickname of some sort. Lucy is so desperate to get any intel on him pre-her. Especially in his own boot days. Tim can sense how damn eager she is about this. Tries to shut it down with a defensive ‘No…’ hahaha god I love them sfm. Lucy is enjoying teasing him about this far too much LOL

Lucy continues on saying this why he’s so intent on catching this guy. It’s personal. Tim tries to deflect as he does. Saying no. He’s a criminal and it’s their job to stop him. (Sure love sure....) Lucy tries to insert some logic into the situation by saying this seems pointless. The way he snatches back the photo it’s clear it’s not pointless to him…His wounded pride about an early mistake haunting him. Can't say I wouldn't be the same way. I take my failures so seriously even when they're not serious.

Jackson and Wade see 3Eyez mid tagging. They call it in and Tim hears it. Has them immediately attach to their call. Grey steps out of the shop and his back goes out. Jackson and Lucy go to help him. Tim stays in the shop and wants to go after the tagger. Leaving Lucy and Jackson behind to stay with Grey till ambulance arrives. Tim think he spots them in an ally and leaves his shop. It ends up being a dead end for him. He returns to which gets tagged again LOL Poor Tim can’t win for losing in this ep. He’s so mad.

The ambulance arrives for Grey. Lucy recognizes Dave from her time with Emmett. Asks if he works with him? He is instantly flirty with her and says Yes. He replies back she’s dating Emmet? Lucy says not anymore. His forwardness continues when he says how gorgeous she is. That he would be a fool to let her go. (I mean obviously... ) Lucy starts to see this as an opportunity to get back at Emmett. Not her most mature move here but she's going for it anyways.

Jackson can see this developing and isn’t on board. Gotta love him being frank with her about it afterwards. Lucy is just as forward and asks Dave out. Tells him Jackson will give him her number. Clearly only going out with this guy to get back at Emmett. Jackson immediately calls her on it. Lucy pulling a Tim defects what he’s saying. Before he can grill her further Tim pulls up in their tagged shop LOL He tells her not to say a word about it when he rolls up LMAO It’s too damn funny. He could not be more agitated about this.

Lucy is going on about her date with Dave. Asking Tim where they should go for dinner? Tim just makes a disapproving face. Lucy catches on real quick. Asking if he isn’t approving of her plan? Since he hasn't replied Lucy just goes OFF on a rant. Tim doesn’t even have to say anything. It’s almost like she unburdening her soul with the guilt she feels. Wanting him to say anything to justify or right her decision. Saying yeah maybe she is dating this guy to make Emmet jealous...

Tim says nothing and Lucy continues on saying Emmett deserves this. Radio silence... Then she point blank asks if he can say something to her please? She’s so desperate for his POV on this. Because when it comes to Lucy his emotional intelligence is off the charts. She needs his wisdom in this situation. Tim sighs and finally breaks. Says this is the first time In WEEKS she’s even mentioned Emmett. Lucy tries to deflect it by saying he doesn’t allow personal talk.

Tim doesn’t let her get away with that at all. Just like she calls him out he returns the favor in kind. Saying and yet we still have these conversations despite that. Basically saying if Emmett meant anything to her he would’ve been brought up to Tim. Even if he didn’t want to hear about it. That in all the conversations over the past few weeks she never once mentioned him. Lucy is still a little confused asks ‘What do you mean?’

It’s then Tim comes down with the truth hammer. It’s insane how well he can just zero in on her relationships. Like a mechanic looking at a car and spotting all the issues. This is something he does in the future with Chris in 5x08 as well. Helps her notice and face these issues. The issue in this instance being she was never invested in Emmett. That he treated the relationship the same way she did. With no care or effort. That it didn't matter. You watch the realization wash over her.

Like being smacked in the face with the truth. Melissa really crushes this portion. You can see her realizing what he's saying is true. That it's really sinking in and the guilt kicks in. Just like how only Lucy can talk to Tim like she does. It's the same for Tim with her. Only he can deliver the same telling her like it is that she does. This is what she wanted from this conversation though. Perspective, truth and the why behind it. Sometimes that hurts. This is something we learn with the relationships she has before Tim though. That's she never really all in with them.

She’s never really invested enough because they’re not what she already has with Tim. That deep inexplicable bond they share. It will forever take precedence over any of the other men she has in her life. They will ALWAYS pale in comparison to him. Now I don’t think she realizes she’s doing this at this point. But it’s exactly what she is doing. Especially knowing her next relationship and how that ends and why.

Leave it to Tim to deliver the why she has been searching for all day. The sad look of realization on her face gets to Tim though. You can see it above. He knows she's hurting now and distracted. So he does what he does best. Distracts her. Asks her what she thinks 3Eyez next plan is? Asking if they’re done for the day? Trying to get her brain moving. Get her out of her mental funk.

Even when Lucy explains what she thinks is their next plan she is still sad and distracted. So Tim offers up the info she so desperately wanted earlier. Offering a piece of his past to help heal her present. Something he’s done before and will only ever do for her. I love him not only telling her but having Isabel be involved in it. He has her laughing and smiling early into his story. Mission accomplished.

Using a good memory he has and sharing a part of his history to help her feel better. This is an underrated moment in the episode. I love it sfm. He needs to make sure she is ok. So he does this by offering up a piece of himself to her. That no personal life rule is a legit joke at this point haha

Tim has not shared a lot of happy moments if at all about Isabel. This was another massive step forward to the Tim we all know in s5. Willing to do anything for her especially if it makes her feel better. This tactic works like a charm. She is smiling and laughing at his story. Saying how sweet it was cause I mean it was. We forget there was a big chunk of time Tim was very happy with Isabel. Him sharing that vulnerability with her always floors me. Such a good scene. Look at how he is in that final gif. He's shared a past moment about Isabel and a happy one at that. He is not mad or grumpy he is happily reminiscing. Looking back and have it not hurt him but to just smile. This is HUGE for him.

They receive a falling incident call. Make their way towards it. Tim goes over trying to make sure this woman is ok. Lucy is trying to get his attention. Love her using his nickname to get his attention. ' Eagle eyes look up' Haha He finally looks where Lucy is staring and sees her tag. He then realizes it’s 3Eyez that’s in front of him.

This is their married scene of the episode. Lucy correcting him when he says how many times she’s tagged his shop. Can’t help herself and he looks up at her like really? You think now is this time for that? LMAO. Lucy knows when to shut it and walk away from being right. I love her body posture as she says this too. It’s too funny. Even has the most wifey look as she says it. Once again the ONLY person he allows to talk to him like this is her. It’s wonderful.

Tim joins her solo in her hospital room. Asks her why she started up again? She lets Tim know her husband left her....For his massage therapist. That she wasted the last 7 years of her life. You watch how her story impacts him. The empathy in his eyes when she’s telling him her story. Tim then asks 'Did she do this to get back at him?' She shakes her head tells him no. She just wanted to feel young again.

Then he does something truly lovely. He uncuffs her and gives her some lovely advice. Even makes her smile. Saying her husband is an idiot with a sweet smile. You can't tell me Lucy Chen hasn’t had an impact on this man. How is empathy has grown tenfold. Lets himself be kind and soft with others again.

This moment is proof of that. He spent the whole episode hunting her down. Wanting his justice for his past mistake. Then finding out she’s human and with a relatable past. He lets her go with just the misdemeanor and builds her up before he goes. Lucy would be so proud.

Speaking of Lucy she is filling out paperwork when she runs into Dave. He asks her if they’re still on for tonight? It’s then Lucy has to let him know her reasons behind it. Especially after her talk with Tim earlier. He seems ok with the reasoning. (Cause she’s beautiful that’s why.)

He tells her Emmett dumped her over text. He deserves this. Lucy can’t go forward with it. I’m proud of her for not being petty. That she wants to go out for the right reasons. Not because she’s hurt and angry. He tells he tells her he respects that. But in two weeks he’s gonna ask her again. We all know this legit goes nowhere LOL Never hear of Dave again but was a good moment of growth for Lucy.

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Side notes non-Chenford.

Poor Jackson getting pulled in two different directions about his career. Both wanting to set up his entire life for him. Nice to watch him stand up for himself with them.

Oscar’s SL pretty hilarious. He’s always funny to watch come on. Do love Lopez wanting to murder him LOL She had good reason.

As always thank you to all who engage with these reviews. Your likes, comments and reblogs fuel my desire to write them. You’re all amazing. Shall see you all in 3x09 :)

[the-nimbasa-trio]

*Echo seemed enraptured by the battle, but flinched violently when Slippy was thrown into the wall. She held her bracelet tightly, a surprised expression on her face.*

"Yikes. That...looked like it hurt." *She muttered, trying to see if she could spot injuries on Slippy. She turned towards Into, a nervous grin on her face.*

"If Titan was up for it, I'd love to be up there myself. But he's more a protector than a fighter, and doesn't like battling unless it's life or death."

*She reached up to fiddle with her hair, a distant expression on her face.*

"Don't get me wrong, he's extremely powerful. The few times I've needed him to fight...I don't think there was anything left besides the ash. He's uh." *She shrugs* "Thorough. Not really suited for something more competitive when I'm pretty sure he doesn't consider the fight over until the threat is dead."

*She sighs, shoving her hands into her pockets.*

"But man, in another world me and him could take the circuit by storm with the help of a couple other pokemon."

(Did I imply that Titan is a Reactive dog who was trained as a guard/attack dog? Yes. Yes I did. Hes a good boy. He's also extremely protective and gives no shits when a fight starts about the condition his opponent leaves in)

Slippy looked battle-ready regardless of the condition the wall was left in. She trilled and levitated above the ground. The two went back and forth, exchanging Dragon Claw, which sent sharp gusts of wind over the crowd. Ingo had to hold down his hat due to the winds threatening to blow it right off of his head, and his hair begun to snap back and forth. "Two strong Pokemon! Bravo! An interesting pair, those two."

Ingo returned his gaze to Echo while still holding his hat down. "But yes, Slippy's okay. She's used to intense battles! That's the cost of being a gym leader's Pokemon, and it's barely a 'cost.' She enjoys it!" He paused for a moment, humming in thought, and moved to gently pat Echo on the head. "I'm glad you have protection, Echo! This world is dangerous. Remember your safety checks! Be careful, though. If Titan sees something as a threat and it *isn't*... well, that wouldn't end very well! Perhaps I can help you train him to not attack as brutally? Sometime in the future, that is!"

Ingo gently took Echo's hand into his own and led them back to where Emmet was. The white-coated enby was making the physical movements of cheering, though they weren't yelling like the others in the crowd.

"The battle is verrry interesting, yup yup!" Emmet stated when Ingo returned with Echo. They acknowledged the noise-cancelling headphones and smiled warmly at them, then returned their gaze to the battle. What they didn't expect, however, was Elesa glancing off into the crowd. He wasn't as focused on the battle, and the challenger noticed that.

"Keep your eyes on the battle, Elesa!" He exclaimed. "Don't underesti-"

Elesa hushed him up with a swift raise of his hand. Both Pokemon stopped attacking and were curiously watching the gym leader approach the edge of the battlefield. He knelt down, focused on a kid no older than six, who was pressing her hands over her ears. She was practically curled up on herself, her parents not quite realizing her distress, and the crowd went quiet, as did the music.

Elesa gestured for the group around the kid to move away from her briefly, and he took off his headphones. Gently, he offered the pair to the kid, and her eyes lit up with recognition. She was nervous to accept the gift, but did so with a little bit of encouragement.

"Keep them," Elesa said softly, though he was heard due to the attached microphone. "You need them more than me. I have spares! There's a water station to your right- stay hydrated, little one."

"What are you doing?" The challenger asked with a slight tilt of his head. He noticed the child when he walked a bit closer, and then fell silent. "... Hm. That's why you stopped the battle?"

"Yes," Elesa replied and straightened up when the child put on the noise-cancelling headphones. "I care for every one of my fans. I want this to be a pleasant experience, not one of distress and discomfort." He returned to his spot behind Slippy, and the challenger returned to his own. "You can make the next move since I interrupted!"

"Very well! Ajax, use Slash!"

When the Garchomp lunged forward, the music started playing once again. The bass could be felt beating through people's chests and bodies, and funnily enough, went to the beat of Ajax's stomps.

[ya-bug-boy]

*sips tea*

You know those playboy bunny outfits, rights?

Imagine that but with Post-Hisui Ingo. I wanna see dilf train man get dominated by his s/o. I wanna see how touch starved and needy he has become during his time in Hisui.

:3 Ask and you will receive

Post-Hisui Ingo x Male Reader NSFW ADULTS ONLY

When Ingo disappeared and returned from Hisui, he spent months in Hisui when only ten minutes passed by for you. You were quite startled to see Ingo the way he was, older with a ragged coat and assumed at first he got into some kind of fight. But he immediately broke down to tears seeing your face and clutched you, refusing to let go. Since then a few weeks have passed. You and Emmet helped Ingo readjust to his life in Unova and he regularly went to therapy. He gradually got all of his memory back as well, but there would be at times when he forgot some minor detail, like the way he enjoys his coffee.

Ingo was usually a reserved man when it came to physical attention, not to say he didn't want it though. He was simply more calm in giving it, but was always happy to receive it. But now? He can't stop touching you.

You were always happy when Ingo touched you, it seems like he always wants to be in contact with you. Holding your hand, his hand around your waist, his face nuzzling against yours, he's become very cat-like somewhat, staring at you as he sits down next to you with big eyes, wanting to initiate some kind of sensual touch. But when it came to romantic touches, he seemed even more reserved than usual. You thought that he'd be hungrier for you but he seems to have gotten shyer since Hisui. So you decide to give him a little treat. Remind him of the good things he's missing.

You lead Ingo to the bedroom and tell him to sit down on a chair. He thinks nothing of it until you bring out the handcuffs and cuff him, making his hands immobile. "W-what's this, dearest?" He stammers. You press a kiss to his lips and tell him you'll be right back. He sits there, his mind tingling, wondering if you did this before. But the answer becomes clear when you come back, dressed in the sexiest, skin tight bunny suit. You and your high heels, legs dressed in pantyhose, and a pair of Lopunny ears on your head... Ingo doesn't know whether or not to keep staring or to avert his gaze.

"My god, you look gorgeous," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands lift to try and reach for you but he's cuffed! He glances back to his wrists and when he tries to ask you to take these off, you smother him with a wet kiss. You palm his crotch as you kiss him, swiping his bottom lip with your tongue before you invade his mouth. He tastes sweet, much like the lemonade you had earlier with him. You climb onto his lap and grind your pelvis against his, he lets out a throaty groan of approval. His hips bucking as his dick hardens, his hands trying to reach your waist but they can't get far. "P-please," he whines when you give him a chance to breathe. "I need you to touch me more." You smile at him and get off his lap before kneeling down before him. You kissed his clothed crotch before using your teeth to unzip his zipper, then using your hands to unveil his hot, throbbing cock. You press delicate kisses from the base to his tip, before sensually rolling your tongue in hot, achingly slow circles on his head. Ingo shudders at this, letting out a sharp cry as you tease him, his fists clenching so tight that his knuckles turn white. He wants so much more!! This feels so good, he can't believe that he was so shy in asking for this. He needed this, he needed you! All too soon, you stop paying attention to his cock. He opens his eyes and whines but you shimmy his pants and underwear off of him. With a nearby bottle of lube, you stroke his cock generously before you turn around, lining your lower half before slowly taking him, moving the fabric of the bunny suit to the side so he can fit inside of you. You let out a shaky sigh of relief whereas Ingo lets out a loud yell, before you use him as your personal toy. You go at the pace you can manage, slamming your hips down against his. Ingo throws his head back against the chair and his hands strain to be released from their shackles. You feel so good! So tight and warm, Ingo can't get enough. You weren't really close to finishing, just enjoying the ride you had on but then you hear a loud metal snap. You turn your head to look but you feel one of Ingo's hands on your waist before the other handcuff breaks off; was it because they were cheap or because Ingo was ridiculously strong now? You couldn't tell. With both hands on your hips, what was supposed to be night of you domming Ingo turned the other way around, as his hands clench around your form and he pummels inside of you, bullying you with his cock all the way down to the base. You let out a surprised squeaky yell as he takes control, going as deep as he could go. "Did Emmet give you this idea?" he asked as you were fucked stupid, being too incoherent to answer. "I must thank him, later. When I'm finished with you."

[hehe-hoho-ohno]

Snippet from the next chapter of Misfits under the cut!

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Someone grabbed his shoulder. “Excu-“

Crack!

Ingo yelped and stumbled back, clutching his nose. “Ow! Sorry! Sorry!”

Emmet’s knuckles stung. He was on his feet now, his chair knocked over. He didn’t remember getting up.

“Ingo?” He could still feel the resounding shock up his arm, and the sharp crack of wood echoed in his ears. He reached out and his heart dropped when Ingo flinched away. “Did. Did I hurt you?”

Shit.

“I- I’m sorry,” Emmet wrung his hands, unsure what to do. “I’m sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to! You surprised me. Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” Ingo promised, muffed by his hands.

“That’s not- You’re not in trouble. That wasn’t punishment. It was a reflex, I wasn’t thinking! If I knew it was you I would never-“ Emmet choked on his words. Knowingly, he would never, but he’d done it all the same, hadn’t he? No amount of excuses would change that.

He wanted. He wanted to brush Ingo’s hands away, cradle his jaw, and see the damage for himself. Fix it. Somehow. But Ingo had flinched and surely that would only make everything worse. But this had to be fixable. It just had to be.

“You can hit me back!”

Ingo stared up at him with more confusion than fear, which felt like a win in Emmet’s book. “Pardon?”

“Punch me!” Emmet enthusiastically shouted. “Then we will be even. Fair’s fair!”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “No, I… I’m not sure that’s…”

“It’s not a trick. You get one freebie.” Emmet held up a single finger. “As hard as you like. No retaliation. I won’t be mad.”

“Emmet…”

“I am Emmet.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

His smile froze. “Are you sure.”

“I am quite certain.” Ingo rubbed his nose and looked up anxiously. “It was just an accident, wasn’t it?”

Emmet did not like how uncertainly he asked that. Did he still think Emmet socked him on purpose? Guilt gnawed on his insides like termites. “Yes. Accident. You startled me.”

Ingo nodded, satisfied with that answer. “I will endeavour not to do so in the future.”

“That. Is a good idea. Yes. But.” He grimaced. It felt wrong to be shifting the onus of preventing a repeat incident on Ingo. Emmet had punched him. “Not your fault.”

“It’s not yours either.”

“I hurt you.”

Ingo waved him off. Emmet noted with great relief that he looked undamaged. “It’s nothing, no harm done.”

Liar. Emmet’s hand still stung. He hit hard. “Okay. Good. You can still hit me back. If you want.”

“I have no desire to do so.”

“Okay. Fine.” Emmet flexed his fingers and tried to act normal. They stood in awkward silence. Ingo absentmindedly brought his hand up towards his face, then caught himself and lowered it again. “Are you sure?“

[leggerefiore]

cw: 18+ content, Emmet jerking off, giving him a hand job, silver fox Emmet, assistant reader

pairing: Emmet/Reader

Emmet was a man.

An older one now, but still a man.

Everything that happened in the past was far from his mind in moments like this. He bit his lip as a silent groan escaped his throat. His hand was wrapped around his cock. This was not Emmet's first time wanking one out during a late night at the office, naturally. He shudders at the memories of his younger days' easily excited motives.

No, something else worried him.

Normally, when he jerked off, his thoughts rushed to all kinds of things he had seen during his years. However, a change had occurred not that long after hiring you as his assistant.

He was a dirty old man, he knew. Something about you got him oddly excited. You wearing outfits that revealed just enough skin for his brain to run away with, or bending over to pick up a sheet of paper that had fallen onto the floor. Emmet bit his lip again to hold back the loud cry that threatened to escape him.

Many times had the thought of you bent over his desk entered his mind. His hands could almost feel your hips as he thrust into you. Your moans and cries were music to his ears and he wanted to draw out more and more and more and –

He froze like a Sawsbuck caught in headlights. You stood in the doorway of his office with wide eyes. He desperately tried to scoot himself forward and hide what he was obviously doing from your sight. Had he not locked the door? He swore that it had been. His heart raced at a speed that probably was not good for his health.

“... Uh, I thought you called my name,” you told him while diverting your eyes to the wall behind him. Emmet nodded, not daring to say a word. It felt like anything and everything he could have said had been frozen in his throat. There was nothing to say. You looked around in the hallway a few times before entering his office, closing and locking the door behind you.

Emmet tilted his head when you suddenly walked around to him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you leaned over to peer at what he had so desperately hidden. “Do you normally think about me?” you asked playfully, clearly enjoying having ripped whatever authority he tended to tease you with away, “I think about you, too.” His eyes met your own. You reached a hand between his legs, and he nearly jumped.

He unconsciously rutted his hips into your grip as you began to jerk him off. Emmet was stunned someone like you could even see the appeal in someone like him. A sweet kiss from you was pecked to his cheek as you kept a perfect pace for him. Your hand grew a little tighter, but suddenly came to stop just as he was about to cum. Emmet actually whimpered from the denial. You felt giddy.

Turning the chair on its swivel, you moved to kneel between his knees. Emmet's face was awash with colour at the sight. How many times had this very scenario crossed his mind? He hated trying to figure it out. You licked a stripe up his cock before moving to swirl your tongue around the tip. The older man grasped his arm rest desperately. A chuckle came from him as you finally took his cock into your mouth. “My, my, I had no idea my cute assistant was verrrry dirty,” he cooed. You proceeded to silence him by playing with his balls.

A chocked cry came from him as his felt an abrupt feeling overtake him. You easily swallowed his cum as he went limp in his chair. His chest heaved in air as you pondered your next move. You had not really considered what would follow this interaction.

Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, Emmet tugged you down into his lap, having recovered.

“I am Emmet,” he whispered into your ear, “And I am going to fuck you senseless.”

You shuddered in anticipation.

[randomwriteronline]

@mcnixie i wrote a second one as a bonus (and apology)

special thanks to @ingo-ingoing-ingone for making me rotate kyurem n emmet in the microwave of my brain and @insane-control-room for figuring out what would be the best dish for the situation

The clicking started much sooner than last time. It started loudly, before the muted sound of human steps could fully reach its hardly functioning ears, and it allowed it to dull its aggression into a general wariness.

Kyurem did not look at him as he approached quietly, slowly, clicking his tongue at steady intervals. He stopped walking when the massive husk shifted and began lowering its body as though getting into a battle stance; instead, much to his surprise, it simply tucked its massive legs a little closer to its torso as it laid down even if still notably tense.

Emmet clicked again, a little louder and much quicker, without moving an inch. He hadn’t expected to be almost welcomed into its like that.

A chilling growl rattled through the chasm, covering the ground before the maw in frost.

Ah. Of course.

The human resumed his slow calming chanting, taking equally slow rhythmic steps forward as he played with the things he was holding onto. Even when he was so terribly, exhilaratingly close to the dragon, it did not in any way turn its head to take him in - a sign which meant it was at ease with him.

He laid out the large bowl as close to the muzzled maw as possible. Taking care to keep clicking his tongue, and to move as slow and silently as possible, he uncorked the thermos and poured part of its contents.

Even with such terribly damaged senses, Kyurem picked up the smell.

Emmet watched it turn blindly towards the ceramic on the cold ground, grunting quietly what should have been a few cautious sniffs; it carefully dipped the icy tip of its muzzle into the warm liquid with a tentative motion and remained perfectly still for what felt like hours.

Then it took a sip that drained half the bowl.

A low rumble reverberated through the cold hollow body.

With a second sip the warm treat was already finished. The man refilled the dish with more broth, and looked as the horrible beast sank its jagged teeth back in it and drank it all in only two laps before diligently awaiting the next serving.

They repeated this curious ritual until the first thermos was completely empty, and then again, until the second one was too, and then Emmet absentmindedly gazed with his cheek pressed against the cold rough skin at Kyurem as it licked and scraped the ceramic for any more warm droplets left in the bowl like any other domesticated well-loved pokémon would have done while whistfully wishing he’d prepared a third one.

This entire situation was...

Awfully surprising.

Who knew the same terrifying, cold, barely capable of feeling beast that had held the region hostage in its own freezing cage happened to apparently have a soft spot for a little too salty vegetable soup.

His warm sigh condensed on the cold scales. No thoughts, no worries plagued him at that moment. A comfortable emptiness enveloped him.

If he could have brought a pot and fire, and grown produce down here... Maybe he would have remained like this, last priest of a long gone Dragon, sacrificing vegetable broth to its shell to appease it. The idea wasn’t necessarily bad. In that moment it was to a new leaf to turn to like any other. A change of pace: stillness instead of constant movement, quiet instead of screaming rails, loneliness instead of passengers stuffed into cars like sardines. Pretty radical for an early midlife crisis but he couldn’t find any complaints about it.

Ah, but it would have grown boring.

Eating the same thing every day.

“Have you ever been to the sea?”

The pokémon growled without any real aggression.

An old memory, maybe. Devoid of color or smell or taste.

Hm.

“I’ll make you seafood soup next time.“

Unless he was imagining things - which he likely was - the grumbled reply seemed to be looking forward to it.

[blaiddraws]

Whumptober day 10: Taser

technically not taser but electricity counts. anyway have an little fic.

Fun fact! I have been formally trained in emergency medical aid. but also that was nearly ten years ago, so.

any inaccuracies can be contributed to unreliable narrator, different world, and suspension of disbelief lskdjflksdjflkjf

Read under the readmore, or on ao3 at the link above

It should have been a normal day. 

It was, at first. 

Ingo and Emmet had just gotten off the Multi-Battle line and were directing passengers as the two of them waited for the next train. It was unusually busy for the middle of the week, packed full of people, but nothing the Subway Bosses couldn’t handle.

Ingo checked the time with a quick snap of his wrist. Just over three minutes until the next train arrived. He nudged his brother, to make sure he was aware of the time as well, and turned his eyes to scan over the crowds. 

For as chaotic as the crowd was there was a certain beauty to it as well. They ebbed and flowed like water currents, small eddies at the edges, and a powerful riptide that would draw you in if you weren’t careful at the highest traffic areas. 

And because of this, it was easy to spot a disruption in the current.

An unruly passenger, face hidden by a hoodie, pushing and shoving their way through the people without a care for the wellbeing of others, making a direct path towards the Subway Bosses. Ingo’s frown deepened, and he took a subtle step forward and motioned with one arm to a nearby depot agent. Expect trouble. 

To his surprise, the stranger completely ignored him, stepping past him to stand directly in front of Emmet, swaying slightly. A drunk passenger, then? Their words were slurred and nearly unintelligible as they began to shout at his brother, and his frown grew deeper even more. 

Emmet shot him a panicked, confused look, unsure what to do. He would normally try to talk with the person, but their words were so slurred he could not even hope to understand what they were saying. 

As Ingo stepped forward, mouth opening to begin to interrupt, the passenger suddenly lunged forward, shoving their arms into Emmet’s chest and sending him stumbling backwards. He managed to catch himself before he reached the yellow line, but the stranger lunged forward again, just barely slipping past Ingo’s own grasp, and shoved Emmet further.

Ingo gave up trying to apprehend the passenger, and instead ran forward to attempt to prevent his brother from falling.

He was certain he would have reached him, if it weren't the sudden tightening of fabric around his neck as the stranger grabbed onto the back of his coat. His momentum caused him to choke, and when he felt the stranger just as quickly get wrenched away he didn’t even bother looking before he ran forward again.

He could only watch in horror as Emmet went over the edge of the platform, his own outreached arm only a moment too late to catch his brother as Emmet’s arms flailed. A moment too late, Ingo could see him attempt to push himself off the platform even as he fell, to jump past the often-fatal third rail.

The noise of the crowd was drowned out by the blood rushing in Ingo’s ears, as well as his own panicked shouting as he slammed onto the ground, barely even feeling the impact. 

But the visceral, horrifying shriek Emmet made, only to be cut short by his foot catching on the electrified rail, sent a cold terror through Ingo that settled in his stomach like a rock. 

As Emmet’s momentum sent him rolling over and to the other side of the tracks, miraculously pressed flat against the wall of the platform, it was all Ingo could do to hope and pray that Emmet somehow managed to survive. He could feel the vibrations of the train approaching, and as the horn blared and the headlights washed over his still-outstretched arm, he could only pull back. There was no time to grab his brother.

He was still laying on the ground as the train pulled through the station, and as it continued to move instead of stopping at the platform like it usually would, it was as if a bubble popped and he could hear the world around him again.

Several depot agents had pushed the crowd back, and Ingo could see the person who shoved Emmet being apprehended by others. Another was rushing to the main power supply, and the train finally came to a stop once it was almost fully past the platform. Giving access to Emmet’s prone body.

(“Under no circumstances should someone jump onto the tracks while the third rail is electrified. If there is someone in need of rescue, you must wait until the power has been turned off. You can’t help someone if you’re dead.”)

He scrambled back to his feet, heart racing. He could barely hold himself back from jumping onto the tracks, only until one of the depot agents gave the all-clear that the third rail was no longer electrified.

Without hesitation, he nearly leapt off the platform, skidding slightly as he landed on his knees next to his brother. His hands hovered over the man without touching him, shivering with a strange hesitation and terror. 

Emmet wasn’t breathing. (He hesitated, as he didn’t want to confirm that his brother was dead.) But not even a moment later, all of his first aid training came back and he grabbed Emmet’s neck to feel a pulse.

He let out a distressed whine when he couldn’t feel anything, but refused to let himself freeze up again. He just had to hold out until the paramedics arrived. 

("Chest compressions do not, despite contrary belief, artificially pump the heart. That being said, they do help blood flow in the body, even if we aren't sure how exactly it works.")

Quickly turning Emmet onto his back, Ingo placed his hands on his brother’s sternum and began to administer chest compressions. One, Two, Three, Four, pushing the chest up and down--

(“Remember, the most important thing about chest compressions is that you are helping blood flow to the vital organs. Do not be gentle because you are afraid of accidentally breaking a few ribs, as that blood flow is imperative to the person’s survival.”

Ingo, in the moment, hoped he never had to perform CPR on someone. The thought of accidentally harming a person, even if it was in an attempt to keep them alive, was nauseating. 

Emmet, sitting next to him, didn’t look any better than Ingo felt, face pale and hands shaking.)

Even as he felt a dull crack, he didn’t flinch, only continuing the chest compressions for a moment until he finished the count. Without hesitation, he removed his hands from Emmet’s chest and pinched the man’s nose and went in to give him a few breaths, before immediately returning to the chest compressions. 

("If you have to choose between chest compressions and breaths, choose the chest compressions. The blood flow is what gets the oxygen to your organs, after all, and filling someone's lungs with air will not achieve much of anything without it.")

He continued this cycle for what felt like eternity, yet only moments, before startling back into awareness by a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

("All of this training is for emergencies only. You are not medical professionals. Once the paramedics, or other professionals, arrive on the scene, take a step back and let them work.")

He flinched, only to look up at the kind face of one of the paramedics, others gathering around Emmet and preparing to lift him onto a stretcher. He didn’t even notice the defibrillator until they were putting it away and pulling emmet out from the tracks.

Dully, Ingo let them do their jobs, though he followed closely behind as they brought his brother through the platform. 

As they ushered him into the ambulance, he realized with a rush of intense relief that Emmet’s chest was moving on its own, falling from the high of his adrenaline so fast it left him reeling, almost detached from reality. 

His ears began to ring, and he grew cold, only understanding what was happening as a darkness tugged at the edges of his vision. He managed to get one paramedic’s attention only a moment before he felt his head loll forward and the darkness dragged him into the depths of unconsciousness.