#Pokemon Ingo x Reader

[leggerefiore]

Can I request hcs for submas, cyrus nanu and larry where they have to leave for a long time on a trip or something? When they come back they accidently walk in on their s/o snuggling their clothes or putting on their cologne because they missed them so much. 🥺🥺🥺 Thank you if you decide to take this request!!

cw: fluff, comfort(?) kinda

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Cyrus, Larry, Nanu

▲Ingo▼

● The trip had been a surprise for the both of you. Business trips were not common at all. In fact, Ingo struggled to recall a time that they had occurred at all. But, somehow, it happened. An invitation by another battle facility to come learn and observe. A Battle Tower, off in Sinnoh. While part of him had wanted to say no, Emmet clearly was excited to explore the prospect, so it was challenging to deny the trip. That would leave the Battle Subway closed for a while, but the experience simply might improve their battle styles and make them more enjoyable for their patrons. So, the difficult time came to say goodbye to you. The hug was a long one marked alongside a sweet kiss. He promised to return in two weeks, but it truly did almost feel like forever. Your heart hurt to see him go, yet this was his brother and his interest and talent.

● The time spent separated was mostly boring. Nothing really happened around the home, especially since Ingo's and Emmet's pokemon were not around to play into their usual antics. It was quiet. It was routine. You did pop in to check on the station a few times, as Ingo had requested. Calls between you both were frequent, which kept you appeased for the most part. Yet… Loneliness and desperation began to creep into your mind. You missed Ingo. A lot. One of his uniform coats caught your attention one evening. The distant smell of his cologne and coffee… Perhaps a small odour from Garbodor and a sulphur smell from Chandelure. But, all of that made it so distinctly him. Clutching it to your body as you laid down, you could almost convince yourself that it was him.

● It became a new part of your temporary routine to cuddle with the coat when you missed Ingo. Occasionally, you even laid it out beside you on the couch to pretend that you were watching television with him or just sitting around with him. It was definitely a bit odd, but you felt that any form of comfort was better than just staring at your phone waiting for a reply from him. Though, you had lost track of the dates as the day of Ingo's return had come. You were once again holding the coat and sighing at the fading scent. The sound of the door opening barely registered with you. Ingo had entered with his bags, wanting to surprise you a bit. Instead, he caught sight of you clutching his coat to you rightly.

● “Dearest…” he called out, bewildered and flustered. Had you missed him truly that much? Something in him felt distressed about having left you for so long. He knew how jittery he got being away from Emmet for extended periods, but he had not even registered that the same might be true for you. Clearly, it should have been obvious as he had missed you, too. The coat, however, was dropped at the sound of his voice. Suddenly, you were running towards him to bury your face into his nape. The scent you had been relying on for comfort hit you hard. His warmth accompanied it as he caught you and embraced you back. “I'm here,” Ingo reassured you, “I'm here now…”

The image of you cuddling his coat remains a fixture in his mind as he goes through his daily schedule for weeks following. He finds himself entranced that you simply loved him that much.

▽Emmet△

○ The Subway Boss never had taken a business trip, admittedly. While he had travelled, certainly, the was almost always on his own time and something that you easily join him on. This time, however, it was a request by another battle facility to attempt a learning opportunity by training with other heads. He and Ingo almost felt it impossible to decline. Powerful trainers were their favourite things, after all. Though, mostly Emmet enjoyed winning over anything else. He agreed instantly without realising how it might impact you. Honestly, he was surprised to realise that you could not tag along. At one point, the twin even got a bit huffy over it before ultimately accepting it. His parting from you was filled with tight hugs and many kisses. Ingo probably had to pull him from you because he was simply being so clingy. You could only wave goodbye to the twin as he was pulled towards their beloathed airport to travel to another region.

○ Your time spent separated from Emmet was quite dull. Usually, the younger twin would fill your days with his silly antics or have you around the station with him. Loneliness was not exactly an issue with all the friends that he had left behind, but they understood your plight quite well. Your train man was missed dearly. His cute smile as he greeted you in the morning, all his affections that he just endlessly presented you with, and how he seemed ready to keep you involved in everything. It was little wonder you picked up his work coat and buried your face into it. Something sugary lingered in the scent mixed in with something like ozone and light spritz of cologne. The Joltiks seemed to surround you as you cuddled with the coat. It was enough to appease you for now.

○ The coat was something you found yourself coming back to in the following days. It was a simple comfort that reminded you of your sweet Emmy. If you were not cuddling with the coat, the Joltiks seems to take residence in it as well. They missed him just as much as you did, it appeared. Sleeping with it at night almost drew a similar feeling to Emmet cuddled up beside you or having it near made you feel as though he were. It was a better way to manage your feelings rather than hanging out by the phone waiting for any sign of life from your boyfriend. Slowly, however, you did lose track of time as the day of his return had come at long last. He threw open the door happily, ready to snatch you into a hug and be near you for a long while. Instead, he found you napping on his coat on the couch.

○ Emmet stared at your adorable sleeping face for a moment before gently waking you up. “Darling… I am back,” he cooed when you opened your bleary eyes. You rubbed them and yawned. Then suddenly jolted at the sight of him. He giggled when you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his nape. It was only natural to embrace you back. The coat entered his mind. Had you missed him that much? His heart hurt. Oh, his poor darling! You laughed at how his kisses tickled you. “You must have been verrrry lonely,” he spoke softly, “I am sorry! I am back!” The coat was forgotten as your real Emmet gave you all the affection you could ever want.

You cuddling with his coat stayed on his mind for a long while. The both of you had done many things with his coat, but somehow that was his favourite. You were simply too cute for him at times.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Business trips were not necessarily uncommon for Cyrus. He had a few sporadically throughout the year to meet with various business partners and discuss shared projects and other deals. Those tended only to be a few days at most, usually. However, a rare trip came up related to a foreign business partner wishing to discuss a possible device more in depth and have him work on development in house rather than on his own in Sinnoh. Cyrus typically would have declined such a request, hating being at the behest of others, yet he accepted. A possibility of gaining information for his more secretive project was simply too much to pass on. Unfortunately, that would mean you would be unable to join him. Your obvious upset over this was haunting as he attempted to say goodbye. You clung to him and asked why you could not come again. He awkwardly had to shake you off and give a lame explanation.

☄️ Truthfully, Cyrus being away on a business trip was not that different from your usual day to day with him. He was always busy and often did not return home until much too late at night. But, the few days he did arrive back at a reasonable hour kept you from feeling to unloved. Now, however, there was not a chance of that occurring. Phone calls were rare, as he was so busy. They did happen at least every three days, but loneliness truly began to eat away at you. Moments where you would wake up late at night to see the blue-haired man in bed with you did not happen any more either. It was little wonder that you found his tablet in his office and began to cling to it. The device almost felt like a small piece of him. When you thought of him at home, you thought of him and the device in his hand.

☄️ It was a strange comfort, certainly. The days were passed by with the tablet near you. The lock screen was his company's emblem, but you could pretend it was Cyrus in a way. Talking to it unconsciously as you might the man himself, you seemed to find small peace. It was something to let you pretend he was around. You even found yourself holding it to you in bed. Time began to pass as you unconsciously lost track of the days. The day of Cyrus's return had come finally, and he unlocked the door of your apartment entirely ready to rest after the mess of endless work and flight back to Sinnoh. Instead, he heard you talking to someone when he entered. Soft, tender, and loving words were spoken as his heart seemed to freeze. He stepped in quietly, needing to see whatever was happening with his own eyes. The sight he was greeted with was more bizarre.

☄️ You held his tablet in your hands while sitting on the couch and watching television. No one else was around. Then he heard you call the tablet his name. “… Beloved?” he finally called out to you, filled with a rare worry. Your eyes went big as the tablet was quickly abandoned. Rushing over to him, you linked your arms around him tightly and babbled out his name over and over again. He let his hand come to comb your hair with his fingers. Your hold was inescapable. How much had you missed him? You even had started speaking to his tablet like it was him, apparently. Cyrus grasped your chin to have you make eye contact with him. He had neglected your needs again. “I'm here now. We should… spend time together. It has been far too long.” Your embrace grew even tighter somehow.

The image of you clinging to his tablet and speaking to it as if it were him taunts him as he holds the very device. It was his fault that you had ended up in such a state, and he entirely intended to stop that from reoccurring.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 Business trips were a common occurrence with Larry. He was an overworked salaryman, after all. Geeta him sent him all over and seemed to intend to keep him busy no matter what. You usually did not accompany on his trips, but they were usually only a few days or just a day trip. This, however, was rare for both him and you. Nearly two weeks out for negotiations with a far off pokemon league. He was not going to decline, even if he clearly viewed it as too much of a hassle. The salaryman had apologised a few times to you. It was unfortunately just part of life for him. His goodbye was a quick peck to your cheek and hug. He politely bid farewell before disappearing onto a plane.

🍙 Truthfully, the days were not so different with Larry gone. He was often away for long hours, being pulled back and forth by his duties as both an Elite Four member and Gym Leader. But, evenings were frequently spent with the man. Sometimes you would nap with him before dinner or cuddle up with him while watching a some random show. That was not happening now. You found yourself oddly lonely when the sun began to set and looking for anything that would remind you of the man. His cologne was an unexpected find. The familiar smell seemed to ease the burden of loneliness almost instantly.

🍙 It became a common thing to spritz on some of the cologne when you began to feel lonely during the later parts of the days. The small change really did alleviate a lot of your previous upset. A simple sniff of your shirt could take you back to using Larry's chest as a pillow. Then, you could almost feel his lazy hold around your waist. It was far too comforting. The days began to pass unconsciously until Larry's arrival back finally came. He walked into your shared home to smell of you cooking something. His shoes were quickly taken off and his bags temporarily dropped and forgotten. Arms came behind you from behind as you stirred around a frying pan. Larry's head rested on your shoulder. An oddly familiar scent, however, entered his nostrils now.

🍙 He was still for a few moments while you greeted him. The food was put back to cool while you hugged him properly. Larry's mind was solely on that smell, however. “… Is that my cologne?” he finally asked, thinking he figured it out. You grew flustered by his words. He blinked. That was it? The scent was not a bad one, he supposed, but he did not really think it was your taste. Before he could offer to buy you a bottle, you explained how you had been using it. His heart raced for a moment. That was… oddly sweet. He felt bad for making you feel that way, though. “I'm here now,” Larry reassured you, “… I doubt I'll be sent off like that again for a while.” He might actually complain to Geeta about it, seeing as you had been hurt by the length of time he had spent away.

Something about you wearing his cologne stays on his mind for a while. It oddly made him feel a rare kind of smug. His scent had been on you and brought you comfort.

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

🌑 The old man was retired, so there was absolutely no reason for him to be going anywhere for an extended amount of time. That, and his duties as a Kahuna kept him bound to Ula'Ula and Alola until he dropped dead. Though, apparently Looker had gone through far too much effort to get the old man on a mission that was too much work for him alone. Even if he wanted to decline on behalf of his duties, the agent had already asked the Tapu if he could leave for a period of time. It had been agreed to. He was truly amazed. His intention had still been to say no, yet Looker convinced him it was of utmost importance. Nanu finally grumbled and agreed. His goodbye was a short one, clearly not one for getting overly emotional. A simple kiss to your lips and a warm hug before he messed up your hair. He promised that he would try to be back earlier if he could.

🌑 It was strange being in the Po town police station without him. His Meowths looked at you as if you were crazy while you cared for them and slept alone on Nanu's couch-bed situation. His computer was free use for you, but you felt lonely. Sure, the Meowth cuddled and demanded attention, but you missed napping on the Kahuna. His gentle heartbeat echoing in your ears while you nodded off. Now, you were left to sporadic eerie rains and meows. Picking up one of his discarded uniform jackets, you slipped it on and sighed. A distant smell of smoke and coffee came from it and made you feel almost like Nanu himself was embracing you. The comfort was immense enough for you to nap easily in the clothing piece.

🌑 The jacket became a staple in your attire as you hung around the station. It almost made you feel as if Nanu were there with you. Of course, he was clearly not, or the Meowth would not be crying as they were for your attention, but it was something small to give you relief. You had even found yourself laying it across the pillow when you slept to help feel like you were cuddling the old man. The days seemed to pass on without recognition until a certain day arrived. Nanu opened the door of the station, relieved to have actually finished that mission early. He tensed up at the sight of you watching something on his computer while bundled up in one of his spare jackets. His hand came to scratch the back of his head.

🌑 “I'm back,” he announced as he tried to avoid the horde of Meowth at his feet. Your attention left the screen. Then, you rushed over and nearly tackled him. Nanu caught you with unexpected strength and sighed. You clung to him tightly. Your face was buried into the nape of his neck. He rubbed your back and shook his head. Had you really missed a dreg like him this much? You must have been wearing that jacket as a comfort. Now he felt bad. “... Sorry for taking so long, Looker was making some annoying mistakes,” he sighed and brought his red eyes to meet your own, “You good for a nap?” They only sparkled in reply.

The image of you wearing his jacket became a favourite one. It actually suited you quite well, he felt. Or maybe he was taking a note from his Meowths' books about scenting.

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[smallestapplin]

Emmet is the walking talking ‘right to the point’ type of man.

Just

“I will be confessing to you tomorrow night after work! Don’t be late!”

With a big smile on his face, and walking off like he didn’t just say that.

You’re left dumbfounded, until you’re on the subway having just got off work, meeting him just as he is too! Just outside gear station and he just

“Go out with me.”

In such a soft voice, looking at you so tenderly with a small bit nervous smile.

Realizing, oh shit he meant it-

Just, soft Emmet.

Cause yeah he’s a little chaotic, and his forwardness can be intimidating, and his bluntness could be seen as rude.

But he’s Emmet.

Dorky Emmet, sweet Emmet who’s smile quivers trying to work up the nerve to ask you out. Who remembers all your favorite things, remembers all those things you’ve infodumped on him.

Who lets out soft squeals when you do something nice for him, or even just give him a random gift cause it reminded him of you.

Soft Emmet who takes you out on a nice but cause date, and starts fiddling with his hands, blushing and not meeting your eyes before blurting out,

“Do you want to share a milkshake?”

His face bright red.

Only for his eyes to widen and practically sparkle when you say yes.

Soft Emmet who wakes you up late a night, just so you two can sit outside wrapped up in blankets, watching the fireflies before he has to get ready for work.

Soft Emmet who sets up the backyard for you two to sleep out there without a worry, only to end up looking at you more than the clear night sky.

Soft Emmet who is so bad with words, that he just cries because he loves you so much, and doesn’t know how to properly tell you that. (~~he cries to Ingo when talking about you, so his brother has to sigh and pat his back~~)

Soft Emmet who can’t leave the house before showering your face with his kisses.

Soft Emmet who runs and hugs you whenever you visit him at work.

Soft Emmet who gets upset if he’s had to stay for overtime specifically on y’all’s date night.

Emmet who has to treat you at minimum once a week to a nice date.

Of course then there is Ingo, who’s so scary looking, a stickler for the rules, and strict.

But he just, can’t help but talk about you, he always ends up bringing you up one way or another like ‘oh! My partner does that-‘

Soft Ingo who, if he leaves before you wake up, writes you a letter about how much he loves you and wishing you a good day.

Soft Ingo who, if he wakes up from a nap and you aren’t there, pouts and goes to look for you, looking so hurt that you left him.

Soft Ingo who prefers calming date nights, and uses them as a chance to make a new dinner with you.

Soft Ingo who likes to take you out to nicer places, or picnics that he made.

Soft Ingo and Emmet who have wallet albums of you.

Soft Ingo who refuses to watch a tv you both started watching until you’re with him.

Soft Ingo he likes to buy you both matching things, matching coffee mugs, matching aprons, matching tea towels, matching accessories, etc.

Soft Emmet who rests his chin on his hand as he listens to you ramble about something you’re passionate about.

Soft Ingo who loves making breakfast for you, but *adores* it when you cook it together.

Soft Emmet who likes your cup your face in his hands, and just kiss away, before resting his forehead against yours and just bask in your presence.

Soft Ingo who always kisses the back of your hand, before kissing you.

Soft Emmet who loves giving you bunny kisses before kissing you all over.

Soft Ingo who always pauses, lips barely brushing against yours before softly pressing them together.

Soft twins who never stop talking about their beloved.

Soft Emmet who smiles and giggles when you text him.

Soft Ingo who gave you a personalized ring tone, just so he knows it’s you and answers it instantly.

Soft twins who you always leave swooning, and staring lovingly at you as you head back home.

#my homie fell asleep while I was sending these headcanons to them #so now y’all get them too #pokemon submas x reader #submas #submas x reader #pokemon submas #submas emmet #submas ingo #pokemon ingo #pokemon #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon fluff

[yaboyhoney]

Warden Ingo's crush is really tired when visiting and they don't realize they kissed Ingo's cheek. (You can do this with other characters to I've just been obsessive with Ingo)

Warden Ingo x GN Reader who kissed him~!

You've fallen into a routine after quelling Lord Electrode. Now that Ingo made a permanent home in Jubilife Village, you began to see him more often.

He was really the only trainer that could give you a worthy challenge, on top of being a courteous gentleman.

Though it was never really spoken or requested, you've fallen into a routine of eating your meals with him on the days you return from surveying.

Warden Ingo receives word of your arrival, so instead of waiting by the dojo, he waits by the village gates instead.

When you wearily exit the carriage, you sluggishly walk over to Ingo, draping your boneless arms around him in an embrace before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Everyone who sees this is immensely surprised by the affectionate gesture, most certainly Warden Ingo, who buries his eyes into his hat.

But rather than realizing what you had done, you began to ask tiredly if he had a fever. But it's when he realizes the state you were in. You were injured and most likely facing some side effects from the medicine given to you.

Ingo's quick to care for you, taking you back to your quarters, having the Doctor Pessell visit you, and bringing you rice porridge to eat so you can recover faster.

But when you're better, you don't seem to remember the kiss you gave him. But everyone else certainly does. You get teased for it afterwards.

You end up quickly leaving for your next expedition soon after, but Ingo has already made plans to return your affection back... just hopefully it'll be behind closed doors.

#ingo x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #gn reader #my writing

[jumpingjoltiks]

Some thoughts about Chandelure Hybrid!Ingo x GN!Reader

Below the cut for length. Fluff in the first half. NSFT will be past the divide halfway through. Specific warnings for that portion will be there.

Ingo usually floats a half inch or so above the floor. It feels natural for him to float, but he knows most humans find it uncomfortable, so he compromises.

Music, and especially dancing is a big part of Chandelure hybrid culture.

He would looove to dance with you

The "courting" dances of chandelure hybrids typically come in two flavors-

Upbeat and bouncy: These dances can be both platonic or romantic. Samba, Swing, and Foxtrot are all common.

They're mostly just meant to be fun, and to encourage compatibility and cooperation.

Because they aren't necessarily romantic, this kind of dance can be used to "test the waters" of a relationship without any expectation, sort of like subtly flirting.

Ingo is especially playful during these dances. He'll swing with you about and around until you're both falling into each others arms and giddy laughing so hard you can't stop. He feels like this is right where he belongs when he's dancing with you.

Romantic dances are slower and more serious, like a waltz, tango, or bachata.

The steely fire in his eyes when you dance a waltz with him sends shivers of excitement down your spine. You get the feeling he's looking right into your soul - and maybe he is!

He's an exceptionally graceful dancer. When you move together, the whole world fades away until its just the two of you, hearts beating as one.

Ingo is always warm, but he tempers his flames when you're near so you don't burn up.

He's your personal space heater. Cuddles after a winter walk are so so very warm and cozy! He likes to be near your heart because it's the closest he can get to feeling your spirit. Listening to your heartbeat is very soothing.

Hide under his coat for extra warm snuggles when Gear Station gets chilly!

Be prepared. Litwicks naturally flock to him so you might have a small gaggle that shows up from time to time.

He'll be over the moon if you show them affection. He loves to see them. It makes him think about having a family one day.

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Nsft below this point. Warnings for: Massaging, temperature play, warm oils, wax play, non-penetrative sex, and one (1) singular spank

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Those firm hands run over your arms, down your back and legs, massaging a warm and musky, floral-scented oil into your muscles.

His hands are big and firm, calloused from hard work and pokemon training, and they feel so nice along the sides of your body, kneading into your muscles and rubbing out the tension that builds up each day.

By the time he's done, you're relaxed and pliant in his arms, ready to melt away for him.

The scent is so relaxing - and he likes smelling it on you after. It's a nice memory of being together (it also helps others of his kind know you're taken)

On tamer nights, he'll slide in behind you and run his hand down your body, between your legs, and rub you so gently until you release in the softest orgasm of your life, the world fading to a mist of white - leaving only you and him.

When you look up at him with those eyes, still hazy from orgasm but so full of adoration, he falls even deeper in love with you.

He loves wax play, though that's an admittedly more common kink among chandelure hybrids.

He's always very careful with material choice and temperature. Unlike fire-type hybrids, humans can't have wax too hot without getting hurt.

Ingo is very choosy with his candles - he likes those with extra smooth wax that he can run his fingers through.

It looks so pretty, dripping onto your skin in all those colors. He likes to observe the patterns it makes on you. He especially likes the red marks it leaves once its all over.

He loves to make trails of wax that his hands or tongue will dutifully follow.

The heat is nice, but never too overwhelming unless you want it to be. Because he's a fire type, he has some control over how warm it burns.

Each drop that hits your skin stings with a hot flash of pain that feels so nice. The heat radiates against your skin, lingering even as the wax cools.

It seems to pierce right through you, sending waves of heat straight down to your core.

If you think you're done once the candle is gone, you're wrong. He can remelt the wax with just a touch, sending rivulets down your bare chest and stomach.

Better still down over the curve of your ass, where he'll give your round cheeks a firm smack to shatter them.

As it cools on your skin, he'll blow on it to send shivers up your body. If your back isn't arching and you're not shaking from just his breath on you, he won't be satisfied.

Checks in with you periodically throughout to make sure you're doing okay.

"Is it too hot, my dear? Does it feel nice? Tell me where you want me to drip it..."

After your session is done, count on him to take care of you. He'll peel away any remaining wax, offer you a soothing shower or bath, and smooth healing aloe and lotions over your skin. He wants you to be in good shape for next time, after all.

#Was this an excuse to write wax play with Ingo? Maybe. Am I ashamed about that? Not a bit. #ingo #gear station after dark #ingo x reader #submas x reader #x reader #my writing #pokemon ingo x reader #chandelure hybrid ingo #chandelure hybrid au #hybrid au

[r0-boat]

Hear. Me. Out. Ingo/Emmet with a strong fem S/o who can just easily pick them up and carry them. Imagine how hard Elisa would laugh when the both of them are trying to intimidate a random person who they assume is trying to 'steal' their darling when S/o is done and just carries them away over her shoulder/under her arm. Elisa would never let them live it down.

Here's some motherfucking head cannons for you because ideas in my head go buzz

Submas(+Elesa) with a Strong Gf Reader

Sfw with somewhat suggestive words

No because Emmet will act like he hates it and tried to square up and fight them in a Denny's parking lot (with Pokémon or Fists) but on the inside he like, "Mommy? Sorry mommy? Sorry mommy? sorry"

Ingo is speechless he's pretty much like: 😳.

Oh, but could you imagine if this was Ingo pre-hisui, I bet they would work out together, I can imagine Warden Ingo and you would rough house and then Ingo would just laugh and say " it's been a while since I did that with anyone!" Meanwhile Emmet is freaking out because he just witnessed his girlfriend and brother physically fight each other.

What about the other way around? When some dick bag is trying to flirt with the twins, which they are obviously not having any of it, and you just literally take out the trash, The twins will just collectively say, "Oh, wow..." under their breath with a shocked expression.

Elesa: gay gay homosexual gay?

The entertainment value of watching the twins get flustered is comedy gold, but she understands where they're coming from when she looks at you; she kind of wants to ask to touch your muscles.

Elesa's bi Awakening is muscular women. She wonders if you're willing to dress up in a certain character she likes from a show.

Arceus help us if you wear tights. Emmet because he will be too focused on the way the cloth hugs your thighs and legs will start walking into things.

Emmet wants to know your secrets he's so sick of being the scrawny noodle brother, first you now, Ingo! Mans can't catch a break... He wants to be stronger too! If he was that he could carry all of his joltik friends

Elesa would adore it if you gave her piggyback rides.

"my gf can beat up your gf" - Emmet probably

You could definitely carry them both! All I can imagine is Emmet growling and kicking and punching the air as you carry him away over your shoulder while ingo under your arm has blue screened.

#Submas #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #subway boss emmet #subway master ingo #pokemon x reader

[fanfiction-fantasies]

Imagine falling asleep in Ingo's home.

You had been hanging out with him in his apartment, sort of an at-home date. He'd cooked for you, cuddled with you on the couch, and held you close as you two watched a movie of your choosing (it had been your turn to pick this week).

Ingo had gotten up to prepare the next activity after the movie had ended. It was still relatively early, so the two of you had agreed on a quick card game to play. He had told you to wait there on the couch, no need to get up, he could handle getting the game for you.

When the subway boss returned, he stopped short in the doorway. You had fallen asleep on his couch. He knew you'd had a rough week, but he hadn't realized just how tired you were.

Putting the cards on the coffee table, he rushed to the linen closet to grab a spare blanket and pillow. With the required items in hand, he returned to the living room and, very gently, placed the pillow beneath your head and draped the blanket over your body.

Ingo couldn't help but watch your sleeping face for a moment. You looked so peaceful... and the fact that you trusted him enough, felt comfortable enough, to fall asleep in his home?

He'd never admit it, but the thought warmed his heart.

#pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon fanfic #ingo x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #subway boss ingo

[pokenimagines]

SFW | Ingo | Fic

A bit of hurt/comfort with our boy, romantic or platonic? Like if Reader/Protag starts asking Ingo about what he remembers about his old life, which leads to Reader eventually confessing that they still haven't had any of their previous memories show up and they're unsure if they ever will?

This one is kinda short and stuff; it was still fun to write. Hope you enjoy. There's not really much hurt/comfort, mainly just a convo between the Reader and Ingo.

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SFW Ingo: Memories of Old

"So...what memories do you have?" You asked randomly one day. You were chilling by the Dojo with Ingo, enjoying the warm weather. You two had been relatively quiet as you wrote down some things in your pokedex that you had to turn in at a later date. That question had been bumping around in your head for a few weeks now, but you hadn't had the courage to ask.

Ingo paused at hearing you, thinking for a moment before sighing, "I recall another man like me. I always thought I was looking in a mirror in these memories, but there were differences. He wore white. I also recall a chandelier like pokemon that was always by my side." Ingo said, trying to think hard about it.

"Is that all?" You asked, playing with the edge of a page. You didn't even want to look at Ingo right now.

"I also remember there being a train...like a high speeding pokemon almost? It could carry a lot of people. And battling alongside someone...I think it might've been the man who looked like me." Ingo admitted.

"So you had a twin probably, huh?" You asked and Ingo shrugged. He adjusted his hat to block the sun, and maybe a bit of his face.

"Perhaps; it does sound right." Ingo finally said, "My other half..." He hummed under his breath.

"If you had the opportunity to go back, do you think you could take it?" You asked, finally looking at him properly.

"I'm unsure, I have a lot of duties here in Hisui...but I can't say that I don't yearn to get back to whatever I had going on before. Even if I don't remember it, I still miss it." Ingo admitted. Your heart hurt for him, but quickly he turned the tables.

"What do you recall? I heard you also lost a lot of memories when you came here." Ingo said and now you almost felt cornered.

"I don't really remember anything still...I don't think my memories will ever come back." You admitted, after a pregnant pause. Ingo was silent for a moment as he looked down at you. He sighed before getting on the ground to sit besides you.

"Then I guess we're just going to have to make more memories for you." Ingo said, one arm going around your shoulder to pull you closer. You chuckled, leaning into him a bit before the thought struck.

"If you had the opportunity to leave...do you think Arceus would let me come with you?" You asked; the thought of Ingo going back to where he came while you were stuck in Hisui was...unpleasent.

"You're the one who knows Arceus...you should ask." Ingo teased with a small smirk on his face.

"I'll get right on that..."

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[jiracheer]

submas relationship hcs for blurbs? i thiiiiink baths are very sensual and intimate for ingo and that he seeks chances to run one and bathe his s/o... and he's COMPLETELY thrown off when his s/o does the same for him 🤭

authors note: 🥺 WEHHHH EMI HI!! I DIDNT EXPECT TO SEE U RQ SMTH 😭 IM SO HONORED!! and also. so fuckin touched. my god I had so many things in mind for this I couldn't wait to get home to write it. I hope this is okay!!

rating: pg, and disgustingly sweet

"What's this?"

You watched as Ingo stood just outside the bathroom, hat in hand as he peered into the room where you stood rather bashfully. He looked around for a moment to really soak in what was happening right before him. He felt his heartstrings pull in his chest at the sight. The bathroom he shared with you wasn't big, no, it was fairly small and plain, but you made it feel like some luxurious spa with the tea candles and rose petals littered here and there.

He steel gaze flickered over to where you stood trying to make yourself as small as possible, in your hand you held a towel before finally making your way to him. His breath hitched as you gently coaxed him out of his large coat, pushing it over his shoulders before you'd quietly undress him. There was an obvious blush on your cheeks, as was there one on his own, but it only worsened when you smile brightly up at him and led him to the tub.

"A small thank you for all that you do for me." Your tone is soft, gentle, and hypnotizing as you help him in. Lowering him down so that his back touched the cool porcelain, your hands met the smooth skin of his shoulders. "You put so much love and care into me when you run my baths, I felt like... Well, no. More like you deserve the same treatment."

Ingo felt his chest squeeze at your words and Lord almighty, he nearly wept at the way your hands rubbed against his shoulders to massage the days stress away. Eagerly did he lean into your touch when your fingertips brushed against his chest, and oh did his heart sing when your lips met his temple as you murmured the most loveliest things to him.

He felt like he was the luckiest man in the world, what had he done to deserve you?

It wasn't until you began to massage his scalp and carefully wash his hair that tears sprung into his eyes and he had to hold himself back from breaking into sobs. The amount of love he held for you... It was too much, and he felt like he was going to explode from how he just wanted to proclaim his love for you. Hell, he felt like he could just stick his head out the window right now and tell the entire Unova region just how much he loved you, and how lucky he was to have someone as caring and marvelous as you in his life.

His long fingers wrapped themselves around your wrist and he pulled your hand down to kiss the inside of your palm. His aquiline nose nuzzled your fingers and he simply sat there like that. He didn't pay any mind to how the water was slowly losing it's comforting warmth, or how his fingers were pruning. All he wanted to do at that very moment was to enjoy this gift you have given him, to enjoy you. His greatest gift of all.

#. 🥣 fics #pokemon x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #subway boss ingo x reader #ingo x reader #subway boss ingo #submas

[leggerefiore]

Have you ever done HCs for characters tending to their partner’s wounds? I feel like Ingo would be externally panicking but ultimately know what to do. Emmet would be the reverse, outwardly calm, but hiding the fact that he doesn’t know what to do for your sake.

Colress and Cyrus would be really analytical about it, but I feel like for different reasons.

Grimsley, being the vampire that he is, would like…try to drink your blood or something.

I did the reverse (caring for their injuries), but this is also cute....

cw: light injuries, blood mentions, uhh a little angsty with some comfort

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Cyrus, Colress, Grimsley

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An afternoon walk with your boyfriend was supposed to be relaxing and casual. It was a sort of catch-up after he had recently been busy with work. The two of you walked side by side on city streets, mumbling in conversation. Whatever had been spoken was not of utmost importance, but the feeling of being out with him was always nice. Everything had been going well. The sun was out, the streets were not overly busy, and the temperature was pleasant. Yet, all that had been interrupted by a single loud pokemon cry.

A young child called out after it. It ducked and weaved through pedestrians on the sidewalk before changing right into you. The surprise of hitting something solid made the nervous thing raise a claw and scratch you. Your boyfriend quickly was reaching for his own pokeballs to settle the situation in case it grew desperate, yet the small child finally caught up and returned the pokemon to its ball before any further harm could befall you. They sheepishly apologised, regretful that they had been unable to control it. You reassured them it was alright before finally parting ways with the child to sit down at a bench nearby.

Your boyfriend's face grew pale, and his expression distressed at the sight of your arm, which had been the target of the pokemon's attack. A straight line bubbled up with a familiar red liquid. Your hand quickly moved to stop the bleeding, but your boyfriend seemed to move faster…

▲Ingo▼

● The Subway Boss was trained in first aid. He knew that knowing both CPR and first aid could benefit his duties should any emergency situations arise on the trains, yet his trained calmness was out the window when it came to you. His anxiety was already up from what had just happened, and now this was unfolding before him. His handkerchief was fished out of his pocket and immediately pressed to your arm, applying pressure to the bleeding area. All the information and techniques he had memorised flew out of his mind when he saw you yet apparently his body remembered.

● His normally stoic face shifted with worrying and panic as his eyes remained big and focused on the fabric, which quickly was beginning to stain with blood. Admittedly, the wound was not anything overly serious. It was not longer than a few inches, nor was it deep, yet he felt as if somehow it would claim your life. His hands followed procedure despite how messy his mind appeared to be. You could see him carefully lead you through the streets of Nimbasa, ordering you essentially not to come “uncoupled” from him. His grip on your arm certainly provided good pressure until you both were in your shared home.

● Ingo sat you on the toilet as he quickly collected everything he needed to tend to the wound. The bleeding had thankfully stopped, yet he seemed on high alert still as he cleaned the skin carefully with water and then an antiseptic spray. A bandage was carefully applied over the wound. It was at that point afterwards his arms wrapped around you tightly. “Oh, I'm deeply sorry, dearest,” he apologised. His body shook. “I should have acted faster!” You reached an arm to hug him and pat his back. Reassurances came from you that it was no one's fault. The wound was properly tended to, and there was no more risk for anything to happen. A sniffle came from him as he finally freed you. His eyes were red, but the emotion was forced down. Another apology attempted to leave him for how he was acting. You kissed his lips to silence him.

▽Emmet△

○ His expression was eerily calm as his hand held your arm tightly. Blood continued to ooze from the wound. His jacket that he had been wearing was slipped off and pressed to the wound. While his face might have reflected both focus and a level of confidence. Inside, however, Emmet was screaming louder than his brother ever could during even the busiest hours at the station. He had barely been able to do anything about a pokemon suddenly attacking you, and now you were bleeding. Granted, it did not seem serious, but everything was collecting together and making his heart race. Ingo had made them take first aid and CPR classes, but Emmet apparently nearly forgot everything when it came to you.

○ You whined when he suddenly began to pull you away from the busy street. No words had been spoken. Emmet was dead silent as he navigated the streets of Nimbasa with an ease provided by his years dealing with questions about locations in the city. His jacket was growing stained with your blood, yet he was completely apathetic. The Subway Boss even pushed through people without a single “excuse me.” No one dared say anything after catching a glimpse of his expression, however. His grip was deathly tight as he led you into your shared home and right to the bathroom.

○ You sat on the toilet as the jacket was carefully removed to check the status of the injury. Upon seeing that the blood had stopped, he pulled away the jacket and wet a cotton pad to clean your arm and the wound. An antiseptic was applied, followed soon by a bandage. For a moment, he knelt at your side completely frozen. Then, Emmet suddenly sprung up and pulled you into his chest. His hold was ironclad around you. “Darling,” he whined, voice warbling, “I am verrrry sorry! It is my fault! I failed to anything…” You sighed. His facade had dropped entirely. Soft hiccups came from him as you began to rub his back. This cuddle session would last a while.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The blue-haired man's expression was almost unreadable as he held your wrist and simply stared at the bleeding wound on your arm. His thoughts scrambled to process everything. He had thought to deny your request for a walk before, unfortunately, relenting. You had seemed desperate for some kind of date, and Cyrus wished not to deny you and make the situation worse. Yet, this had happened! Your voice calling his name broke his mind from its trance. Right. You were bleeding. A handkerchief came from his pocket as he used it to apply pressure to the wound. The urge to shudder was forced down. Blood… blood was not a pleasant thing for him, but he knew you did not have anything that should concern him.

☄️ The public setting grew to make him more frantic. Too many people kept speaking and walking around you both as he held your arm up above your chest. Eventually, Cyrus asked for you to follow him. The streets of Veilstone were easy to follow as he quickly led you back to the apartment. His mind was all over the place still as he brought you inside and froze for a moment. A few frantic breaths left him before you softly pulled yourself away from him to head to the bathroom. He followed behind you wordlessly.

☄️ Before you could check the bleeding yourself, Cyrus moved to do it. Upon seeing that it had slowed immensely, items were retrieved from a nearby cabinet. His hands shook as he brought a wet cotton pad to wipe away the blood around the wound and once again while applying an antiseptic and a bandage. A sharp breath left him after he had finished. The room's air was tense. You thanked him for helping you, but he only reached to grasp your hand. His lips were pursed, and his eyes could not meet yours. A red tint seemed to flood his face. “… Beloved,” his voice wavered, “… I apologise. I should have declined your offer as it led to this situation–” You grasped his hand back and brought your free one to hold his chin. Upon hearing that his Weavile had once done worse damage to you, he felt mortified yet silenced. He supposed there was no one to blame in the end.

🥼Colress🛸

🧪 There was no panic, nor worry even, on his face. The scientist might not be a medical doctor, but he does have some formal training in that area. Granted, it is for pokemon, but he doubts that matters too much. He knew what to do, of course. Lab accidents and first aid do go hand in hand. He pulled out a handkerchief from his lab coat's pocket and pressed it against your bleeding arm. Your arm was then raised above your heart by Colress. He almost forgets that you two are in public as he contemplated how the connection between that kid and their pokemon was. You had to call his name a few times to break that focus.

🧪 Upon realising that he probably should further tend to your wound, he asked you to keep pressure on your arm while leading you back to the hotel you were staying at in Alola. He began to tap away at his keyboard. You could only wonder what it was while you followed him through Heahea towards the hotel. He hummed to himself as he noted various things, from how the pokemon had reacted to the type of slash on your arm and the severity of it. He almost failed to notice that you both had made it to your floor and room. Finally stopping, he opened the door to the bathroom.

🧪 Once inside, Colress checked on your bleeding and discovered it had slowed to a manageable amount. He took a wet cotton pad to wipe away any remaining blood and possible debris from the sight before applying an antiseptic dutifully. Watching him go was like seeing an automaton move, but it all came to an end with the bandage being placed over the wound. The blond sighed and readjusted his glasses. “Are you alright? Any chills or pains?” he asked, almost sounding like a doctor. He took your replies seriously before nodding. “… I'm glad that you are okay,” it was genuine coming from him, as was the small smile on his lips, “I don't think those two have any potential with their bonds. How unfortunate.” … And it was gone. The ways of Colress were often like that. You sighed. A soft kiss was then pressed to your bandage. “Our bond surely will accelerate your body's healing process,” he commented. At least he stopped madly ranting about Z-Crystals, you supposed.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ His expression was unreadable, but when was it not? Grimsley gazed at your wound, oozing out your precious lifeblood by the moment. It was before his eyes, and temptation called him… Is what he would be thinking if he were not more worried about where that pokemon's claws had been. He sighed as he pulled out his handkerchief from his suit's pocket. It was pressed against the wound. As fun as free blood could be, your health did take priority. He also felt frustrated that luck had called out this result. If the pokemon had just leaned more to the right, it would have run into him instead. His luck must have beat your own… How unfortunate.

♡ Grimsley held your arm up above your head while asking you to follow him back home. The slash, in truth, did not seem all too worse than the ones his Liepard usually gave him. Of course, any injury was still a risk to your health. The gambler actually liked you, so he did not intend to let anything bad happen to you. Which was another reason that he was frustrated. He forced his feelings down. You did not really need that right now, after all. He grumbled as you both navigated through Black City. Trainers and passers-by seem to move out of the way unconsciously for the Elite Four member. He supposed it was convenient enough.

◇ When you both entered his apartment, he sat you down in the bathroom as he quickly gathered a few things. The wound was wiped down before being bandaged. He sighed at the wasted opportunity but figured it was for the best. “Unlucky, isn't it?” he shook his head while bringing a finger to trace the covering on your arm. You nodded in reply while also voicing an agreement. “At least I've gotten better at wound care,” Grimsley cupped your cheek and leaned in close, “… Too bad that one was too much of a gamble. Maybe I'm getting too soft for my favourite thrill.” He pecked a teasing kiss to your cheek. You could only wonder what he meant by that.

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[smallestapplin]

Ingo, Emmet, and N (sep) where during a party the reader had too much to drink. When they wake up in the morning they have a massive hangover. It’s up to the boys to help nurse the hangover. Just basically them taking care of and cuddling their S/O

I am also dying, so nows the perfect time

Also mentions of alcohol consumption, so if that’s not your thing please scroll!

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🖤Ingo🖤

He was already a few steps ahead of you. After helping you to bed the night before, he made sure to leave a water bottle and some migraine medicine on your night stand, before crawling into bed.

He awoke at his usually time, but decided to call out of work, letting him lay curled against your back.

Until you woke up that is.

“Mmm…..”

You rolled away from him, not even acknowledging him as you buried your face further into your pillow while you switch to lay on your stomach.

“Darling please, at least take a sip of some water.”

Ingo was met with another low groan.

It breaks his heart to hear you in pain, and there isn’t much he can do about it. Getting up from bed, he walks around your shared room, pinning the curtains closed to keep the sunlight out, making the room nice and dim.

Once he’s satisfied with his work, he walks to your side of the bed, crouching down next to you. Ingo rubs your back in slow soothing circles, trying to get you to look up from your face full of pillow.

“Darling-“

“Ingo…” your voice muffled from the bedding, “I love you, but please….s’too loud.”

He covers his mouth, eyes widening as he forgot how loud he is, no matter how hard he’s trying to be quiet.

“Sorry.” His own voice muffled by his hand.

You don’t hear him speak, but you can hear him opening the water bottle, and feel him nudging you. You finally relent, even in the dim room your eyes squint in pain.

Ingo tries not to laugh at you recoiling and groaning again, but he waits patiently for you to recover.

Once you do, you sit up, taking the pills from his hand and taking the bottle with a soft ‘thank you.’

He knows he’ll have to make breakfast soon, just so you’ll have something in your stomach, but what’s wrong with loving on you a little longer and letting you get use to being awake?

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🤍Emmet🤍

After last night, Emmet didn’t think he’d ever get you to bed, you were all over the place and giggling the entire time. Which, he will admit he found adorable, but he knew you were tired, even if you didn’t want to go to bed yet.

Though the moment your head hit your pillow, you were out like a light.

So was he, once he changed into his pajamas. With it being his day off, it’s usually rare for him to wake up before you, but he understands.

You found to good tasting drinks and went all over those, he can’t blame you.

He pulls you closer, burying his face into your neck and just basking in your presence. It’s so rare he gets to be up before you, and just enjoy it.

He lays like that until Galvantula comes crawling over, clicking for food. Emmet mutely sighs before carefully detangling himself from you, and making his way to the kitchen to give all the Pokémon their (late) breakfast.

Silver eyes gaze at the pantry, trying to figure out what would be good for you to eat, but not too much as he didn’t want to upset your stomach.

“Salty crackers are verrry good for blood pressure, but maybe just some tasty broth? Hmm….”

He weighs his options, maybe even thinking a rice based dish would be good, as to fill you up but not overload your stomach.

But he’s attention is pulled from his thoughts when Archeops gets excited, squawking happily, until he sees you round the corner, groaning.

“Archie…baby…please, I hurt.” You pick up the happy fossil Pokémon, which makes him quiet down and nuzzle into your neck.

Emmet chuckles at the scene, but is quick to react. Before you know it you’re being handed some pain relievers and some water.

“I’ll make you coffee in a moment, yup! Go sit.” He gently kisses your temple, and ushering you to the living room.

Once you sit, however, you’re quickly wrapped up in a blanket by your loving boyfriend, surrounded by all your ‘movie night’ pillows, and made cozy.

With Archie cuddling into you.

And Galvantula joining on your head.

And Eelektross trying to squeeze in, and ends up laying on your legs.

And Durant hissing before joining to lay at your left side.

You’re being drowned in cuddles.

They got it from Emmet, but he takes this as a win! Now he can make you some coffee, without worrying about you getting up.

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💚N💚

He didn’t drink the entire time, not being one for such parties as he stood by the wall, watching you bounce between him and chatting with your friends.

He was happy watching you enjoy yourself, but one drink turned into two, then three, then four and so on, as the sweet tasting drink hid just how much alcohol you were consuming.

He laughed to himself at how you passed out in bed, clinging to him and refusing to let him go. But he didn’t mind, simply putting his hat on the nightstand and curling around you.

In the morning it’s a different story, as N likes to wake up with the sun, it’s just his internal clock.

But you won’t let go.

Even in your sleep you have a grip on him, nuzzling your face into his chest, subconsciously hoping the pressure will lessen your pain. N can’t help but stay right in bed, not wanting to disturb your slumber.

Though he’d like to get up, he knows you aren’t going to feel well, and he wants to help that! N looks at the clock, realizing he’s been laying here for the last four hours after he woke up.

It’s not that early to you, but it’s late to him.

N slowly starts shuffling, carefully and slowly worming his way out of your grasp.

Every time you seem like you’re about to wake, he freezes, cooing at you and kissing the top of your head until you settle. Once he’s sure it’s safe he starts again, after thirty minutes he’s free! N pushes his hair out of his face, taking a deep breath before making his next moves.

He moves around your home silently, making no noise as he opens the cabinet for some pain relievers, after securing those he starts a pot of coffee before grabbing a water bottle and heading back towards your shared bedroom.

Stopping by the hallway closet to grab a decently weighted pillow case filled with rice.

Poking his head into the dark room, he sees you haven’t moved from your spot. N can’t stop the smile forming on his face, you’re too cute.

He’s entirely too smitten, even now as your eyes slowly flutter open.

He can’t help but softly chuckle at your little groan.

“Good morning, my love. How do you feel?”

Instead of an answer, you let out a pained whimper before covering your face with the blanket. He takes it as the room is still too bright for you.

“I know, but please, you need to take something for the pain.”

His low voice coaxes you from your shield of blankets.

Looking at his outstretched hands, seeing the pills and water bottle, you sigh caving and taking both.

He smiles, happy you’re taking it.

N leans over, kissing your forehead once you’ve placed the water bottle down.

“I have some coffee going, as caffeine can help with headaches, but I’ll also make you some breakfast, you need something in your stomach after all.”

“Okay..” you leans against him, nuzzling against his shoulder.

He hopes you can’t feel how fast his heart is beating.

“Thank you.” You mumble.

“Anything for you, my light.”

He’ll look into buying black out curtains, just in case this happens again or you get a migraine.

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[yaboyhoney]

Ingo x selkie reader?

Ingo x Selkie Reader!

You've grown up with stories of other selkies talking about how they would lose their loved ones to the humans. It was out of love but at the cost of losing their family, as humans would hide the selkie's fur coat, forbidding their reentry back into the ocean.

You've always looked at humans at a distance, seeing young and old couples gaze at your seal body in adoration before returning their rightful gaze back to their loved ones. You watch as they fawn over each other, making wonderful memories of something you yearned for but did not have.

The selkie community had dwindled over the years. Many left to become fully human or fully seals. Or perhaps to join a new community. You hoped that was the case. It was sad to think if any of your old childhood friends had been, well, eaten by predators.

Though you did not anticipate falling in love with Ingo, as he came unexpectedly into your life, you were always drawn to him.

When you had decided Ingo was your mate, you placed your fur coat within view of his home. But he did not take it.

So you try again. You leave it where he would most definitely see it. But as always, he never touched it.

After the fifth time, you confront him. "Did you not want me?" you asked him. "Why aren't you hiding my coat?"

Ingo then explains to you with all the love in his heart and voice that he doesn't want to steal from you to make you his. He doesn't want to force you to give up your original home, family, and community in order to be his. You may stay as a seal, human, selkie, whatever form you wish to be, but he would stay truthfully yours.

You had never known such love could exist where you would not forsake your origins.

So now, you and Ingo both hang up your coats, your fur coat and his subway boss coat, on the same coat rack nearby the front door.

You tend to his coat, mending it when it needs stitches and in return, he brushes the knots out of yours.

You are a seal.

You are a human.

You are a selkie

You are also Ingo's mate and he is yours.

#ingo x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #nobori x reader #selkie reader #gender neutral reader #my writing #this is based off of that one famous selkie lover x human lover tumblr post i read a while ago #loved that story

[jumpingjoltiks]

A Risky Flirtation

Warnings: Jealousy, Sugar Daddy-esque relationships

(Sugar Daddy!Submas x Reader)

The Twins bring you to lots of events. Charity galas, premiers, battling contests - they're invited to plenty of things that they can't always say no to, so you end up at fancy parties two to three times a month, maybe more. Not that you're complaining. Your little side job pays very well, and ever since they asked you to be their "regular" date, they've been quite generous with other gifts too.

It's at one of these parties that you happen to meet four of the most prestigious battlers in the world - Unova's Elite Four.

The twins have introduced you to plenty of gym leaders by this point, and of course, you knew Elisa even before you knew them, but the Elite Four are different. They're curious about you, a newcomer to the scene. It's hard not to notice when they go out of their way to talk to you.

And it's hard for Ingo and Emmet not to notice when the Elite Four start openly encouraging that interest.

Whether you're admiring Marshall's muscles, laughing at one of Grimsley's jokes over a game of poker, talking to Shauntal about her new book, or having a quiet moment with Caitlin over champagne, the twins are capital J Jealous.

It takes them a few events to realize what this strange mix of feelings is - the anger, the despair, the longing, the frustration - and by the time they have some tabloids have already caught on. Part of why it takes them as long as it does is that ... they really shouldn't be feeling this way.

They definitely can't say anything to you outright, because technically your relationship is strictly business... isn't it? They won't forbid you from spending time with anyone else. You should be allowed to have fun with whoever you want, as long as you're still fulfilling your job as their (secretly platonic) date. It doesn't, shouldn't matter how they feel. But they just can't get it out of their heads whenever the E4 are around.

Fortunately for them, there are two of them. One of them can always swoop in to distract you, even if the other is held up. Emmet pulls you square into his lap during poker and has you pick cards for him. He whispers in your ear to stay focused while his thumb rubs circles on your hip. Ingo whisks you into a dance and away from Marshall and Shauntal, his graceful movements take your breath away. It feels like dancing on air with him. Both twins saddle up on either side of you when you're with Caitlin, placing a hand on each hip and offering you a new flute of champagne.

The Elite Four are not blind. They can see how deep in Ingo and Emmet already are for you and have discussed it among themselves. It's become a little game for them to see how quickly they can rile the boys up.

As for yourself, you love the attention. Your heart warms each time the twins tumble over themselves to be near you. And sure, maybe that's them trying to prove to the cameras that they're good dates (they DO get a lot of good press in the days following). But could it be something more? It felt real, but can your feelings be trusted? Or are you just trying to see something that's not there? What would really be the harm in flirting a little more to find out...

#hc the elite four of unova are in a poly relationship #they have vested interest in messing with Ingo & Emmet since they're Iris's uncles hehe #ingo #ingo x reader #emmet #emmet x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #submas x reader #sugar daddy submas #my writing #I'm too tired to keep editing this

[r0-boat]

😳 yandere Ingo slipping his darling an aphrodisiac, but he wasn’t ready for them to through that ass back and start riding him with reckless abandon? Like it starts with him having them folded but then they take over?

Sorry this is long 😅

No no your fine this is perfect

Yandere ingo giving Aphrodisiacs to s/o

Gn!reader

Cw: dubcon, drugging, yandere, mild choking

Ingo bit his lip as he drops the powdery substance in your tea mixing it in. He would never go this far usually but he can't take it anymore. He can't take watching as his colleagues looking and touching you as you reward this insulin behavior with smiles and laughs.

Ingo stares at you quietly watching as you bring the cup to your lips taking small sips come on just a little more.

He kept you busy talking about work-related topics, his eyes continuing to wander at the cup try not to look too suspicious every time you take another drink.

He did not expect you to drink the whole thing but that's okay the more aphrodisiacs inside your system the better.

Your mind was cloudy, your body was hot you didn't even notice your boss laying you on his bed folding you in half. Bare bodies touching each other as he Strokes his hard cock to put inside of you. Your body aches with need, legs wrapping around his waist eager to take everything he has. Tilting your head back moaning, drooling as a slowly sinks himself inside of you. The cold Lube feels amazing against you're hot clenching walls.

Ingo kept a steady pace leaning down to kiss you as he drives his cock inside of you. This was not enough for you, you needed more!" Hah! Mmm! Please, harder"

He Happily complied bucking his hips deeper, harder inside. Ingo's lips move from yours to your neck murmuring sweet words against your skin.

It still wasn't enough, the burning sensation inside of you was growing hotter and hotter. You're insides we're squeezing him. Ingo tries to keep up with your demands but his pace was slowly faltering.

His orgasm hits him hard, the grip he had on your wrists softening.

With all your strength you flip him over. His cock leaving you for a moment his seed dripping from your hole.

Ingo couldn't even react for a moment before your hand Slammed on his neck, your other hand stroking his overstimulated cock trying to work it back inside of you. His mind goes blank as you give me his neck a small squeeze slowly sinking back down.

You didn't waste any more time slamming back down over and over. Forcing his cock to drill harder and faster inside of you. His loud choked moans drive you insane.

Ingo's eyes roll back his orgasm hitting him harder, but you didn't stop grinding your hips down on him milking him, before picking your pace back up.

"Oh! S'much, HAH-! MH! S-SLOW D-DOWN!"

His yelling fell on deaf ears, making his legs quiver when you roll your hips in circles. It was clear that you weren't going to stop until you were satisfied.

#smut #ingo.thirst #submas smut #submas #pokemon ingo x reader #yandere #drugging tw #dubcon tw

[bluejays-and-subways]

Halloween with Ingo and Emmet

Tws: mentions of alcohol/drinks but nothing major

I'm so excited for Halloween!!! It's getting cold out and the leaves are crunchy where I live and im!!! So excited

Ingo

Ingo is pretty excited for Halloween! It was his favourite holiday as a kid, and he still cherishes the memories of him and Emmet going trick or treating.

He's more than happy to spend it with you! Showing you pictures of him and Emmet as kids. His favourite is when the two dressed up as pokémon

Ingo prefers to stay in, sitting on the porch rocking chair with a bowl of candy next to him, and you at his side. He loves handing out candy to kids, giving them big handfuls and talking their costumes. He does his best to stay quiet, especially around younger kids. He would be heart broken if he made any of them cry on such a fun night.

He also tries to get away with eating a lot of the candy in the bowl. You find one of his pockets stuffed with candy wrappers at the end of the night.

If you wanna go out, he'll mention that Emmet and Elesa are usually invited to parties, and that he's sure that the two of you would be able to tag along. He'll make sure that you're well taken care of! If there's any drinks you have, he's your man to hold them. If anyone tries anything with you, one look from him usually has them running off.

If you wanna dress up, he's more than happy to help and dress up with you! You make a passing remark to Emmet about how you get to be matching with Ingo and he doesn't, and find your house tped the day after Halloween. Not severely, but enough to be annoyed.

Emmet

He LOVES Halloween! Even more than his brother! He'll be talking about what you two should do in early August, and you have to remind him that he can't put up Halloween decorations just yet.

Gets super embarrassed if you see any pictures of him and Ingo dressing up for Halloween when they were kids. He'll go all red in the face and quickly try to snatch the pictures from you, demanding to know where you got them from.

It was Ingo.

100% takes a day off of work to force help you decorate the house! And he goes all out too. The two of you do different themes each year, but he always tries to incorporate trains into them somehow.

During this time, he also loves scaring the shit out of you. Cheap jumpscare toys are left out, set to go off at random times, spooky messages are left all around the house. Though, if you ask him to stop, he 100% will. Though it's hilarious when he forgets where one of his traps are, and you hear him screech from across the house.

Invites you to any of the parties he gets invited to! He wants the two of you to have matching outfits, and how can you say no when he asks you so sweetly? Every week? Starting in August? The two of you are Joltiks, to no one's surprise.

Emmet is totally fine with staying in too! He, like his brother, has a soft spot for giving kids candy. Make sure to keep an eye on how much he's handing out, otherwise the two of you will run out of candy before sundown.

#pokemon #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon emmet #emmet x reader #pokemon submas x reader #pokemon submas #sumbas x reader #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #ingo x reader

[fanfiction-fantasies]

pla ingo you say? i really liked those singing headcanons you did, so maybe a continuation? like, the reader sings a sweet song for him, maybe they wrote it for him, maybe they remembered it from their own time and wanted to sing the sweet lyrics to him?

whatever you'd like to do!!

The Coronet Highlands were usually a rather quiet place, save for the cries of pokemon and the occasional rainstorm. The Warden Ingo of the Pearl Clan knew this well, as he was often found among the cliffs of the highlands. Whether it be attending to his duty as warden, or simply getting away from the noise of people. As much as a he enjoyed training those around him in the art of battling, it got... tiring. Every time he battled, there was always something pushing to come to the forefront of his mind, but could never break through. The memories of a smiling man in white, a woman in a yellow coat, a creature that wielded purple flames... nothing the Warden has done could bring those memories forward.

Today, the building pressure in his mind had grown to be too much. The usual silence of the highlands was a welcome change from the crowds of the village and settlements. Being alone felt foreign to Ingo, like had never been alone before. He sighed at the thought. He couldn't remember a time he had been alone since coming to Hisui. Maybe that was it.

As the Warden trekked higher, a faint voice caught his attention. Odd, he thought. There weren't any camps nearby, and none of the Survey Corps members ever wandered this far. Well, none save for one certain hero. He hadn't seen them in the village earlier...

As he closed in on the location of the song, it became clear that he recognized the voice. Yes, it was the hero he had come to know. Their voice rang beautifully through open air, and as he pulled the brakes on his track, he could quite clearly make out the lyrics.

"Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance,

I'll spin you around, won't let you fall down~

Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet.

Give it a try... it'll be alright!"

The strumming of a guitar could be heard as they sang, and Ingo couldn't help but feel like they were pulling his heartstrings the same way they were strumming the cords.

"The room's hush hush, and nows our moment, take it in feel it all and hold it

Eyes on you, and eyes on me, we're doing this right~"

Bright lights flashed behind Ingo's eyes as a memory struggled to resurface. He knew this song, he did! It was... it was special to him. Someone special was singing it. He could faintly recall someone smiling at him while singing. It was... someone he knew? Maybe more than that?

"'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love!

Spotlighting shining, it's all about us!

It's all about, oh, oh, oh, oh, it's all about u-u-u-us!"

Ingo's eyes were drawn to the ring wrapped tightly around his finger. It seemed to shine so brightly in the evening light, brighter than he ever remembered it being. No, wait... it was sparkling when it was given to him. He remembered how it glittered, though his vision was blurred with tears. Why was he crying? He didn't recall feeling sad...

"And every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt, but

It's oh, oh, all about us~"

No, he wasn't sad that day. He... he was overjoyed! Ingo faintly recalled being so overwhelmed that he couldn't speak. He was nodding, though. Was he agreeing to something? He was saying yes, but to what?

The Warden's attention was pulled back to the hero when their voice dropped a bit. They sang the next lines lower than the first few, almost like... like they were singing what was meant to be a duet. Someone else was supposed to be singing with them. It surprised him that he wanted to be the one they sang with.

"Suddenly, I'm feeling brave

Don't know what's got into me

Why I feel this way

Can we dance, real slow?

Can I hold you? Can I hold real close?"

Laughter, joy, love... so many emotions Ingo couldn't remember feeling before. Memories flashed before his eyes, but disappeared before he could truly process them. The man in white, the purple flames, his... his love. Yes, he loved someone. They sang this song to him, before giving him a precious gift. The gift... his eyes drifted to the ring again. The ring had been a gift, and he had been so happy when he agreed to... agreed to what?

As the Pearl Clan Warden listened to the chorus again, he shut his eyes willed himself to remember. There were bright lights, and music. His love was singing, and... and so was he. He was singing a duet with them! It was this song! Ingo kept focusing. He could faintly recall details of their face, but it was still blurred to him. He recalled their smile, so bright and lovely to him. Their voice, how it melded with his. He loved this song, he recalled. He loved it, because...

"Do you hear that love? They're playing our song

Do you think we're ready? Oh, I'm really feeling it

Do you hear that love?"

...because his love had proposed to him. They had asked him to marry them, using this very song. That's why he felt so happy, that's why he had said yes! His love, no, his fiancé had asked him to spend the rest of his life with them, and he wanted nothing more!

Opening his eyes, Ingo realized his vision was once again blurred with tears. He didn't know when he started crying, but found that he didn't care. His legs felt like lead, like his feet had become trees rooted to the ground, but he forced himself to take a step forward. One step, then another, and another...

A new voice sang out. His.

"Do you hear that love? They're playing our song

Do you think we're ready? Oh, I'm really feeling it

Do you hear that love?

Do you hear that, love?"

A rare grin lit up Ingo's face as you whirled around, staring wide eyed at the Warden that suddenly appeared. Tears began to roll even faster as he continued the song, even though you had stopped playing.

"'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love!

Spotlighting shining, it's all about us!

It's all about, oh, oh, oh, oh, it's all about u-u-u-us!"

He nearly sobbed when you joined in.

"And every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt, but

It's oh, oh, all about us~"

Ingo adored the way your two voices melded into one. He remembered now, you had pulled him up on stage and made him sing this song with you. He'd been bashful at first, but he felt none if that now. All he felt as the song ended was pure love and relief.

He had finally found you, the missing piece of his heart. And he couldn't be happier

#pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pla ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #ingo x reader #oof this took a while to finish #had hella fun with it tho! hope you liked it!

[jiracheer]

Headcanon: when after hisui ingo has his s/o in a deathgrip when sleeping because he’s afraid to loose and forget them again

authors note: I AM IN AGONYYYYY I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO B LONG, BUT I WAS LISTENING TO AGAPE FROM IF BEALE STREET COULD TALK WHILE WRITING THIS AND FELT INSPIRED AND AAARGRGHAGSEGJIOBH- Anyways I'm sorry for this one

rating: pg 13+!! and it's angsty, sorry y'all 😭

What was a calm storm outside had become quite the monster as raindrops raked it's claws against the window. It howled, demanding to be let in as it wanted to consume the restless man inside. To sweep him up once again and whisk him away to lands unknown.

To a land he oddly yearned for, and missed greatly. But he knew that place wasn't his home, not when he had you here in his arms.

Ingo's hold on you grew tighter as lightning struck outside before letting out a thunderous cry that shook him to his very core. His face was pressed tight against your back with a tremble, legs coming up to force you both into a fetal position. That was what roused you awake. Not the thunder, nor the lightning, but Ingo seemingly wanting to share his sleeping position with you.

Angling your head so that you could look at the man from over your shoulder, you're only able to see a glimpse of his messy silver hair. You watch him for a moment in order to see what the matter was, but when his arms around your waist pulled you even closer to him, that's when you wiggled in his hold to turn yourself around, which was a mistake on your end.

Immediately did the man wake from his slumber with his hands grasping your shirt for dear life, almost as if he was using you to pull himself up and out of the grave. You panicked, assuming that something had happened but upon seeing the broken look of desperation on his face, you paused. It was heartbreaking to see him this way. Ever since he returned he hadn't been the same. In fact...

You weren't sure if things were ever going to be the same.

"Please-"

"Ingo..." You envelope him in your arms. His plea was enough for you to understand what was plaguing his mind at night and making him lose sleep. His fear was evident in the way he hid himself in your chest, fingers digging deep into your back as the crevices between his fingers made themselves at home in your shirt. You said nothing to him as he slowly began to weep, falling apart in your arms and wailing his deepest sins and regrets to you.

Tears welled in your eyes but you knew you had to keep a strong front up. Not only for him, but yourself, and yet you couldn't help the ache and whimper that came from you when he spoke next.

"I forgot you. What man forgets the one he loves most? The one he promised to love until his dying breath?" The former Warden croaked out pulling away to look at you. His shaky hand came up to cup your cheek, face distorting into a look of agony which reflected on your own. You didn't want to cry and yet- "I'm sorry I forgot you, Y/N. Never again will that happen. Never ever. I love you too much, my starlight." His lips met yours rather messily, but you didn't care as you returned the affection.

"Ingo," You whispered in-between kisses. Your arms came to wrap themselves around his torso nuzzling his nose with your own, you exhaled. "It's okay... It's okay. I'm not upset that you forgot about me, and I don't care about that. I never have. I'm just happy you're here with me. At home, in our bed, under the same roof and covers. That's all that matters to me." Your own voice cracked but it couldn't compare to the broken sob that came from your lover.

The two of you said nothing afterwards as you held onto one another for dear life, hoping that the storm outside would carry away your sorrows and promise a brighter future starting the next day when the sun would come.

#. 🥣 fics #pokemon x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #warden ingo x reader #subway boss ingo x reader #ingo x reader #subway boss ingo #submas #pokemon black and white