Franco stared up at her, with teary eyes. She looked so pretty and she was holding his head so sweetly. Never in a million years would he admit that he loved seeing her above him with a dildo strapped to her hips.
There’s a certain level of kinky everyone expected a mobster to be. No one, including Franco, expected one to enjoy getting bossed around by his woman. So when she mentioned the idea nearly a year ago, he shut it down entirely. But, Christ above, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Evidently, she hadn’t stopped either.
She brought it up three more times after that. “Frankieee,” she would whine, “You get to fuck me everytime! It’s only fair I get to try once.” He only allowed it when he saw her in the strap-on for the first time.
She had a confidence in her face he often lacked. He implicitly trusted her, wanted to listen to her every word. No one had to know, right? It was just about them. This is their bedroom.
Franco’s jaw fell open without much resistance, to which she giggled. He frowned and quickly closed it again. “Wait, wait, I’m sorry, honey. You just…” she trailed off. She bent a little, running her thumb over his bottom lip. “You listen so easily. I thought you’d be more of a brat.” She pressed her thumb into his mouth. “Although, you do love to suck on things…” She giggled again, which caused Franco to flush.
She pulled her thumb from his mouth, wrapping a hand around the base of her strap. “Now, you’ve got this to suck on! You do wanna make Mommy happy, don’t you?” She pressed her hips forward, rubbing the silicone tip over his lips.
He grumbled slightly, before opening his mouth wide.
She immediately shoved the thing too deep. He nearly vomited, gagging hard before he ripped his head away. “The fuck?!” He coughed, spitting onto the floor. Lucky they had hard wood.
She gasped, covering her mouth. “Oh my God! I am so sorry–”
“Fuck this shit…” franco grumbled, getting up off his knees and moving to put on his shirt. “No– Franco… I swear, I won’t do it again! It was an accident, I promise.”
That, embarrassingly, was all it took to get him back on his knees.
should probably clarify rlly fast bc ive been getting a few more sonar requests ,, im not as into dispatch as i was before ,, it died out kinda fast on me 😭 so i wont really be writing for it anymore . ive gotten into other things ,, like outlast trials which im planning on writing for soon ! if you followed solely for dispatch content then you can unfollow if you dont want to see content that isnt dispatch <3 idm at all !!
Can I request how Pierrot and Harlequin feel about collars? I feel like it'd be a good way to at least make Pierrot behave. They talked about MC being all theirs too much for my tastes and I want to show them what's what. How can MC belong to either of you?? You're wearing a collar with a tag that tells me to return you to them if lost. I've seen them walk you on a leash.
Thank you for the ask and honestly same, need to remind them who owns who!
Honestly I feel Pierrot would not mind at all and behave as well and might enjoy it more than you. Harlequin I feel would let you put the collar on, but misbehave and would claim you need to ‘train’ him first.
Also sorry I got carried away! I literally confused myself and couldn’t figure out where to put the NSFW and kept writing fluff then kept forgetting where I wanted to go or forgot the prompt…
(Nearly 12AM…I just really wanted to finish this!!! I’ll fix some if the mistakes I know of tomorrow. I’m so sorry i disappointed you!!)
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Pierrot
Cw: collars, implied short reader, slight horn play, leg humping
You’d picked out a nice collar that matched Pierrot’s clothes, black with thin red stripes and small golden studs. You’d gotten it as a surprise, but upon coming home, Pierrot had already gotten in your home…again.
His eyes lit up at the collar before he looked to you a bit confused. “I do not believe I’ve seen you have a pet around, do you plan to get one?”
He asked with a smile. “I do have a pet, you.” You say, making him look a bit confused for a moment, he tilted his head as you stand on the tips of your toes, reaching up to put the collar around his neck, once you heard a soft ‘click’ you stood back for a second and felt the collar, making sure he had enough room.
He paused for a second before smiling wider than before. “Humans love their pets, that means you love me, right? Pets protect their humans and get cuddles for it right?” His eyes light up even more and he bounces in place. “Do I get treats too?”
You chuckle with a nod and carefully attach the matching leash onto his collar. “You only get treats and cuddles if you’re good. No pulling, be a good boy, ok?”
He quickly nods, pausing as the collar jingles a bit, looking down he gently lifts the front of the collar noticing the tags. He tilts his head. “Oh, it says my name! What are these numbers?”
You gently tug the collar, taking a few steps back. He notices the tug on the collar, and quickly steps forwards, overcompensating the step and standing nearly ontop of you. “It’s so if you get lost, or wander too far from me, people know who to return you to. It’s my number so if you’re found I’ll be notified and you’ll be returned to me.”
Pierott blushed lightly, he bows to avoid the collar pulling too uncomfortably. His face nearly touching yours. With another light tug, he kneels in front of you, though he’s still nearly eye level with you. You hold his chin up, only for him to excitedly rub his head against your hand.
With a grin you reach up, gently you move your hand up and lightly rub his horns, he purrs at the contact, nuzzling your hand. You chuckle and move your hand away, he gives a slight whine in protest.
“Be a good boy and undress.”
He shows no hesitation in nearly ripping his own clothes off. It takes only a few seconds before he’s already naked, kneeling before you. It’s not much of a surprise to see he’s hard already.
You pat his head, gently tugging the collar, with a few steps back, he crawls towards you. “Good boy.” You praise, you watch his eyes dilate in excitement, once you stop, he’s quick to lean against you and nuzzle your leg. Noticing his arousal nearly already rubbing against your leg, you grin nudge your leg against his cock.
“Ah!” He squeaked out a little surprised at the contact, he looks up to you for permission, with only a nod he wraps his arms around your leg, careful not to put too much of his weight onto you, he quickly begins rubbing himself against your leg. “Thank you!”
You chuckled at his excitement, it’s cute watching him eagerly rubbing himself onto your leg, though, a bit messy. You can see and feel his precum smearing against your pants, you can’t imagine your clothes are too comfy against his dick either.
Pierott’s claws slightly dig into your thighs as he loses focus, his hips grinding against your leg faster. Knowing he’s close you, you give the leash a tug. “Down boy.” You say, he whimpers and with hesitation stills his hips, looking up to you with pleading eyes like a kicked puppy.
“Please? Can I please continue?” He ask, hands twitching as he resist the urge to stroke his throbbing cock. You shook your head denying him more friction. Looking down you grimaced, the little bit of humping you allowed had definitely left stains on your pants, his cock is steadily dripping, ready to burst, he lets out a whine, squirming in place.
“What a mess you made, so needy,” You say, leaning over, out of pity, you reach over and take his cock into your hand, stroking him slowly, squeezing his cock as you get to the base. He trembles, moaning at the contact, despite his best efforts his hips buck forwards desperate for more friction.
Pierott looks up between you and your hand, biting his lip, he whimpers. “I-I can’t, I’m..” He groans and closes his eyes, claws digging into the ground as he pants, trying with effort to hold out until you give the word. “P-please, I can’t-I’m gonna-“
You cut him off with a kiss, silencing him for a moment, your hand still stroking him, thumbing the tip as he trembled, you don’t slow down as you feel him tense up, and in moments he growls loudly, hips bucking as he splatters his seed in your hand. He relaxes a bit as he catches his breath, hips twitching forwards periodically.
You don’t slow your hand down while stroking him until his moans turn to breathy whimpers, Pierott grits his teeth, his body trembling in overstimulation as you stroke him until he’s spent. Once you’re certain he can’t keep going you release his cock.
Pierott closes his eyes, tongue lulled out as he pants heavily in bliss. He’s only brought back down with a slight tug of the collar, he looks up confused. “Ready for a walk?” You say with a grin.
Pierott whines but on the second tug follows without a complaint, though, his legs are noticeably shaky.
Harlequin
Cw: collars, teasing, d!ck stepping
You’d decided to surprise Harlequin, you’d ordered a custom collar and leash for him, both were green with black hearts scattered. You weren’t expecting him to get the package at your door before you did. He opened the package while you were at work, so you came home to Harlequin holding the leash and collar.
He looked to you with a smile. “Did you get this so you can match me? Oh, I could walk you around with this cute little leash!~” He purred out, sauntering over to you, he unclips the collar clearly intending to put it on you. “It’s even got my name! And…a number?”
He shrugs and leans down, but as he tries to put it on you, you take from him, making him pause. “It’s not for me, I got it for you, you’d look good with it on.” You say, taking advantage of him posture to clip the collar around his neck.
He straightened out upon hearing the ‘click’ he looks down giving you a quizzical look. “For me? Do you want to get dragged down the streets?” He said, to emphasize he steps back and lightly pulls the leash to pull you forwards, though you yank it back. He bows his head a bit but still tugs enough to make you step forwards.
“Bad boy! Don’t pull!” You scold him. He stifles a laugh in response and shrugs. You sigh, pulling again harder, though it seems this time the pressure makes him bend, bowing his upper half to ease the tension on the leash. “You need to learn some manners, maybe we should go for a walk?” With a mischievous grin, you say.
“After all, dogs are easier to train after you exercise them.”
Harlequin visibly reacts, hissing a bit as a small blush creeps to his cheeks, he bares his teeth briefly before trying to hide it. “‘Dog?’ You mistake me for someone else…” He shakes his head looking a bit agitated, though it’s more for theatrics. “I’m no ‘pet’ my Dear, I-“
You interrupt him with a tug of the leash. “Actually, dogs don’t wear clothes, that’ll be easier to fix than your manners.” You say with a grin, stepping forwards, you lightly tug on his shawls knot making it come undone and slide off him.
Harlequin looks almost annoyed but hesitant to argue. He doesn’t stop the shawl from falling on the ground, instead his grin returns, as he takes off his remaining clothes. “You wanna play that way, fine, but know I bite.”
With his clothes tossed aside, Harlequin stood infront of you trying to appear unfazed, though the fact remains, now naked you can clearly see he’s half hard. You nudge his cock with your boot, earning a grunt. “Then maybe I’ll have to muzzle you.”
You say watching him fight the urge to buck his hips against your boot, his hips giving an involuntary twitch as you grind your boot against him. “A muzzle? Oh, but Dear, my claws can be a problem too.” He playfully chucked out, lightly dragging his claws over your clothed legs. “And I can’t promise I’ll be keeping them to myself either.”
Feeling pressure suddenly on your thigh you look down to see Harlequin’s claws pressing against your pants, he applies enough pressure just to slice through your pants and feel your skin under his claws, you feel him release the force as soon as he feels your skin, he looks amused as you glare at him.
You step your boot down, earning a slight hiss as you step on his arousal, to your amusement he bucks his hips, you feel his cock pulsing heavily under you. You stifle a laugh seeing his cock squirt as you step down again. “Harley, you’re not gonna get off just by being stepped on, are you?”
He growls, lazily rolling his hips against your boot. He nods, his tongue out as he pants, with a little more pressure he claws at your boot letting out a choked growl. His hips tremble, he lays himself against your leg, groaning and a few moments later you feel wetness against your boot.
He doesn’t release your leg for several moments, his movements much more sluggish as he releases you. Moving your foot away you grimace, the underside of the boot is completely covered in his cum, some even managing to get on the top of the boots.
You grip his chin making him look up to you as you scowl. “You better be prepared to lick up this mess…”
Together
It wasn’t a great idea to start with…but the two at least won’t kill each other in your presence…probably. They definitely weren’t getting along even with Pierott mostly being dead silent they still found ways to fight. At least they didn’t fight as much infront of you.
In fact, because of their ‘good’ behavior you got them a little gift! You’d gotten two leashes and two collars, matching sets! You had intended to give them the one that matches their outfits better, but decided it would be cuter to give them the one matching the others outfit, so they’d match each other!
You had waited till they could both visit for a while to show them both. You handed them each a box and only said it was a gift. Harlequin opened his without hesitation, looking a bit surprised.
“I believe you got our gift mixed up, I’m sure your loyal guard dog would adore this though…” He says with a bit of a sneer about to hand the red and black leash and collar to Pierott. You gently pushed the gift back towards him.
“No, it’s correct, Pierott, open yours.” You say with a smile, he nodded opening the gift, he showed off the leash and collar, Harlequin gave a confused look to you. “See? Now you match each other! Isn’t that nice?”
Pierott paused but seeing you looking to him he quickly nodded with a slight smile. Both seemed like they wanted to say something, but Pierott politely bit his tongue and when Harlequin tried to say something and took a breath in, but with a quick glare from Pierott he paused.
“…they aren’t…horrible I suppose.” Harlequin said. Looking over his gift. He grinned looking to Pierott. “At least I’ll be able to make the red look good.”
He teased, but Pierrot didn’t seem to hear him, or care, he hugged you gently, handing you the collar. You took the hint and put the collar on him. Harlequin sneered for a moment, before shoving Pierott aside. He shoves his collar in your hands and looks to you expectantly.
Pierott glared at Harlequin but didn’t intervene, only nudging his leash towards you and clipping it to his collar. Harlequin gives him a sneer that quickly turns to a smile when he notices your eyes on him. He stays still as you place the collar onto him, though he left the leash to you.
Harlequin lightly tugs on his on leash, looking down to you. “So what now? Why give us these? Well…Pierott I get but why give one to me?“ He remarks, looking down at the collar with slight annoyance. You gently tug on both leashes.
“Lets me lead you, gives me something to pull on if you misbehave and let’s people know who owns you!” You say with I smile, reaching to Pierott’s collar you show the tag. “These have my number so it’ll be much harder to lose you two!”
Pierott seems excited by the idea, and tackles you into a hug. You laugh a bit, only for Pierott to suddenly be knocked off you. You immediately know what’s happening and shout at them. “No fighting! I don’t want either of you hurt!”
You quickly sit up, in their scuffle they fell off the bed though you really doubt either noticed or cared. Harlequin claws at Pierott, but shoves him to the ground, his own claws pressing into his shoulders to keep him down, he hesitantly looks to you but his attention is turned back away to Harlequin as he tried to slash at Pierott’s face while he’s distracted.
You’re about to yell at them, only to pausesing upon seeing Pierott suddenly bare his sharp teeth, he looks like he’s about bite down on the smaller clowns throat throat, it looks like he planned to by the way he’s holding Harlequin’s throat between his teeth.
You fear for a moment he might try to kill him, but notice…neither are fighting anymore? Harlequin even seems to relax after a moment, tapping Pierott’s arm. To your surprise he releases Harlequin’s throat instantly, there’s no marks so he didn’t bite down…
Before it can re escalate you tug on both their leashes in different directions to try to pull them apart but only Pierott budges, coming back to you. Harlequin rolls over to be able to sit up, keeping his head low, but doesn’t approach.
You debate scolding them both, but…at least Pierott only acted in self defense but it did seem Harlequin might have already been ‘punished’…so maybe you should reward Pierott for ending it before since one was hurt?
“Pierott, come here.” You say, when he’s close enough you give him a kiss on the forehead, you begin undressing him, grinning a bit at his deep red blushing. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
He quickly nods, out of the corner of your eye you can see Harlequin looking to you both with confusion and agitation, but does not move closer. Maybe losing that fight so fast without landing a hit hurt his pride? No matter, maybe he will behave better in the future.
Once you have Pierott’s clothes aside, you have him lay on the bed, you get between his legs and lean forwards, this time kissing him on the lips. “Time for your reward.~”
You say, gently running your hands down his body, you see Harlequin looking away frowning, you tug on the leash, forcing his gaze back into you. “Watch. That’ll be your punishment.”
You say, wrapping your free hand around Pierott’s cock, you slowly begin stroking him, turning your attention back to him, he moans softly, trying to use his hand to muffle the noise. You lightly thumb the tip making him tremble.
Harlequin growls but watches as you told him to. He clears his throat. “Isn’t inappropriate to show favoritism? Especially if you’re worried we might fight?” He snarks out.
You see slight frustration on Pierott’s face, to distract him you begin moving your hand faster, stroking him with vigor, his legs quickly close around you, you know he’s sensitive, but surly he can handle a little while longer while you talk?
“Harlequin, you don’t complain when you’re the one getting this kind of attention. If you behave, maybe you’ll get rewarded more often.” You say, with an air of sternness in your voice. You hear him breathe in to respond but he doesn’t reply, likely realizing it’s not good to argue while he’s already in the doghouse.
You feel more slack on his leash before feeling weight behind you, he leans onto you, resting his head on yours. “…fine.” He grumbled out. You can’t tell from this angel if he’s still watching or closed his eyes.
Pierott grunts, squirming a bit under you as you stroke him. You flick your wrist with each stroke, running your thumb along the slit of his cock. He moaned much louder this time, as you feel him getting close to climax, you feel Harlequin wrap his arms around you, lightly squeezing you in a tight, awkward hug from behind.
As you move your hand faster, Pierott places a hand over your ‘free’ hand that’s still holding Harlequin leash. He looked up to you, his pupils looking like hearts as you feel him throbbing in your hand.
He whines when you rub your thumb roughly over the tin of his cock, he squeezes your hand as he climaxes, cumming into your hand, you feel Harlequin’s on claws lightly squeeze your sides before Pierott suddenly pulls your hand to his face to nuzzle it, you see him grinning looking over you.
You feel Harlequin get pulled down by his leash…that is in the hand Pierott pulled. With the added pressure on you you get pulled forwards, straight into Pierott’s arms, he eagerly wraps his arms around you while Harlequin awkwardly adjust to nod have his leash pulling so hard.
finally played the new update of the freak circus and boy if jester isnt in my bed rn stripped booty naked ima be in a foul mood until he shows up UGHHHH hes so fine and more pierrot content,, i need moreeee
-> warnings :: female reader ,, second pov ,, yn not used ,, friendly banter ,, fluff
-> an :: just a little small series of different sonar moments ,, these are just short drabbles <33 !!
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“really? in front of my twinkie?"
you sighed and cuddled the lavender scented plushy closer to your chest. you had gotten it recently as a little gift to yourself. nothing more and nothing less. the moment sonar saw the dark bat sitting in your arms, he immediately pouted.
"did i do something wrong? are you seriously replacing me right now?"
"no, you didn't and i'm not replacing you. you can't get rid of me that easily," you smirked and furrowed your brows. "i just wanted something to cuddle with when you're not here. that's all, vic."
he still didn't believe it, crossing his arms and staring you down from the doorway. "no i see it plain as day. you're replacing me with that…fake bat. i should've known, there was no way you could've handled all of this." he gestured to himself, sticking his nose in the air as he turned his back to you.
you set the plush down and walked over to victor, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his shoulder.
"no one is replacing you vic, least of all me. as i said, you're not always here and i wanted something to remember you and cuddle," you explained once more. he smelled nice today, as opposed to other days.
usually he'd come home smelling of fire or wet fur, but today he was heavy with cologne.
"don't think of him as competition… maybe more like a mini you?" you tilted your head. "yes, the black bat that smells like lavender is a mini me, how did i not think of that sooner?"
you rolled your eyes, "okay smartass, i'll put him away. for now." you whispered the last bit under your breath, removing yourself from victor and moving to grab the plush. "i heard that!"
"did you though?" you teased, grabbing the plush and stuffing him away in the closet. it felt a little mean putting him there, his bulging eyes staring back into your own. your heart almost ached for the little guy, if not for victor immediately shutting the closet door and leading you to the shared bed.
"now that he's gone.." he said with a small hint of hatred, poor victor jr., "how about we watch that one movie you wanted to see? i'm sure it's on hulu now." he loosened his red tie and slipped out of his suit, throwing the clothing onto a lonesome chair.
you eagerly climbed into bed, waiting for him to finish changing into something a little more comfortable. he soon slipped under the covers, pulling you into his embrace and humming softly when you laid your head against his chest.
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soft fur, long ears, teeth pricking at your neck in the right spots. your hands moved up to grasp at fur, sighing softly against his cheek as his hands moved down your body.
blunt fingernails dragging across skin, leading from your chest down to your stomach and to the waistband of your underwear. "may i?" with a voice of silk, he asked and received a nod. your underwear slipped down your legs, tossed somewhere else in the room.
his kisses at your neck trailed down your body, fangs grazing against your stomach as his body moved down.
milky eyes stare back up at you, hands lifting your thighs to settle over his shoulders. he moved closer to your core, tongue poking out to take the first lick. the tip of his snout pressed perfectly against your clit, drawing a small whine from your throat. your hands moved to his head, pushing him closer to your body. you wanted more from him, more that he had to offer for the night.
he'd gladly give it to you.
at least, you hoped so before your eyelids flashed open suddenly. your heart was racing, and the smell of arousal filled the air. you reached a hand between your thighs, feeling the dampened spot on your underwear.
you groaned, smushing your face into the pillow. "why did i have to wake up now?" you whined out, lifting your head to look at the clock. one minute before your alarm would ring. damn it all!
sonar was more than aware of the eyes watching his every move. he felt like he was in 1984 and big brother was posted everywhere. his fur prickled at the back of his neck, ears twitching as sounds poured from all over the office.
he could hear chase using the stapler, blonde blazer conversing with robert robertson the third, beef's nails clicking on the tile of the breakroom. he could hear it all, but most especially he could hear how fast your heart was racing.
he could smell the arousal, too. the shower you took this morning didn't hide it, nor your scented body wash.
sonar's racking his brain for memories, trying to figure out what he did to make you interested in him. not that he minded! it just felt a little weird being glanced at from afar.
he knows the look in your eyes, more then familiar with how your pupils dilate when thinking something of him. a naughty thought in your mind, and he wants you to just tell him so it could become reality.
sonar wasn't foreign to perving on someone from afar. he'd done it before, especially in college. he may have graduated harvard, but it definitely wasn't because of his charming looks or his softened fur. he's aware of the way your eyes follow down his body, almost unclothing him with just your mind.
he certainly wouldnt complain! well, it wasn't often someone would view him in such a manner. most would take one look, maybe two, and feel disgust. it's okay, he was an aquired taste, one that you had the tongue for.
your mind was swirling with delicious thoughts, filled with him in many positions and clothing. would he look good gagged up and tied to the bed frame? was leather too out of character for him, or was he too taboo with pegging?
if he was okay with pegging, how far would it go? would he let you fill him with fake semen or use an ovipositor on him? would he like being egged?
it's hard to focus on work when visions of sonar with a leaking cock is filling your mind.
you were more of a horndog than he was at this point! it had to stop, but your mind wouldn't allow it. your evening was filled with ideas on how to pleasure him, ways he'd pleasure you.
it wouldn't hurt to talk to him in the break room…. right?
your scheduled break couldn't have come any sooner, your stomach wretching for something to eat. you were even willing to tussle with the vending machine in the break room. your thoughts finally moved onto something lighter, pulling a couple of crumpled dollars from your mostly empty wallet, you straightened the bills out and slid them into the machine.
it took a few tries to get one of them in but with just enough force and patience it worked. your eyes grazed over your options, the same possibly stale snacks that are there every day. they landed on a pack of oreos, the blue packaging calling out to you this time.
when the snack dropped into the bottom you reached in to grab it, quickly opening the cookies and fishing one out to eat. it wasn't too bad, but your stomach wasn't too thrilled.
the door to the break room creaked open and you turned to see who it was. sonar stared from across the room, almost waiting to see if you'd make a peep. when you hadn't, his maw opened to talk.
"before you say it, yes."
you raised an eyebrow at the bat, confused. "what? i haven't even said a word yet. what if i was about to ask if i could gouge your eyes at?" you joked sarcastically.
his ears folded a little at that, but quickly perked back up. his smooth voice with a practiced tone left you stunned. "i see how you look at me, smell the effect i have on you." hes standing with folded arms, eyes staring at you.
"looking at you?" you sputter a scoff, "puh-lease, the only thing interesting about you is your series of crimes. i mean, cyberbullying, really?"
"you can make fun of me all you want, but i know the looks you gave me." he was smug, too smug for your liking. this isn't an easy scenario to play off, especially when he's already aware of how you think of him.
your heart is pacing, persona faltering just enough to know he's got you where he wants.
"fuck! watch the ears why do- ohhh…" his mouth dropped open the second he felt your lips around his cock. your tongue moved against him, teasing at the tip buried in your mouth.
thankfully waterboy wasn't working at the moment. it was easier to shove sonar into the janitor's closet knowing no one would walk in. at least, you hoped no one would.
"hah, if i knew you'd react this way to confrontation i wouldve brought it up a lot sooner."
you almost had half a mind to give him a little nibble for that alone, but decided against it. your head moved against him, almost enjoying the scent of his arousal. his milky eyes were crinkled, furry brows furrowed as his jaw flexed open and close.
at least you were doing something right, his reaction was more than enough to show that.
"hah.. move down a little," he pleaded and you listened, taking more of him into your mouth to savor him. you could taste the somewhat salty precum he was starting to spew.
when you felt he was close enough, you removed him from your mouth. sonar almost whined at the loss of warmth until your hands remove your pants, pulling your underwear aside and rubbing him slowly against you.
his hands found their way to your hips, clit nudging against his tip a few times before starting to ease him in. you were already aroused from your previous fantasies. it was just the beginning of many more to happen. his tip slid in, slowly easing your body against his length.
break was almost over, you two had to be quick. with 15 minutes left on your timer, you would make the most out of this closet experience.
a little squeak left the half-bat below you, raising a brow at the sound as you fought a smile. "lost your words?" his eyes narrowed at you, before wincing at the grip your walls had around him. he fit almost perfectly with you, feeling his balls against your butt.
"a harvard graduate never loses anything," he grunted when your hips moved against him. you raised yourself up and down along him, savoring each filling stroke. his tip brushed deliciously against your g-spot.
you placed your hands against his chest to balance yourself, picking up the pace as you rode him. every bounce was loud and wet, teeth gnashing against your lip to stifle your moans. it was bad enough you two were fucking at work, you didn't want someone to walk in. at least you two had the decency not to do it on paid hours.
sonar's hands gripped your hips tightly, angling his own to meet with your bounces. he was becoming eager, his climax starting to build up quickly. one hand removed itself from his chest, reaching down between your legs to gather some of your arousal on your finger. it moved up to your clit, rubbing gently at the nub.
your walls clenched at the contact, sonar chirping under you. "hah, i'm uh..getting close here," he groaned as you dropped against his length. "how close?" you asked, continuing your movement despite the aching in your thighs. any moment it felt like you were about to drop from the ache.
"almost there!" he panted, your finger moving furiously against your clit to hurry with your own orgasm. it was so close! with one last push, your legs shook around him and your walls clenched against his length. you savored the feeling for a few moments before sliding off.
your eyes caught the way his dick pulsated and soon milky cum dripped down from the head down his length. his chest heaved with heavy breaths, tongue poking out slightly from his jaw.
your timer still had 3 minutes left.
"we should do this more often," sonar managed to squeeze out in between pants.
omgz so random,,, been stuck at home all day due to snow and i think ive read like.... ALL of ur sonar fics,,,i love them sms🥹🥹
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I feel like Sonar loves a bush. Curly, straight, doesn't really matter as long as it's all you.
See, it's about how it feels.
"Don't ever fucking shave, oh my god," he's moaning into it, hands on either side of your thighs pressing them together. Loves the way it ghosts through his fur, getting nice and wet with his spit and whatever he coaxes from your folds.
You're were maybe a bit skeptical at first. He's, well, he's like that. You know, not really the kind of guy you'd expect to get all up in there rainforest and all. But he pesters and promises and asks so damn nice.
What's the worst that could happen?
You can take a little awkwardness.
And also apparently three to four successive orgasms. Which is what he's giving you, perhaps more out of a selfish motivation to not stop licking your pussy rather than to make you cum but hey. Outcomes the same, so who are you to complain?
So yeah, it's about how it feels. He cards his fingers through the pretty tuft of hair under your navel, run through the sparser bits along your lips and thighs--and if you've got a little happy trail going on? Oh he's done for. Maybe it's just cause he's more fur than skin at this point, but he's so intoxicated by the sensation of coarse hair over soft flesh. Scratching his nails lightly through it to make you shiver.
Sonar just loves it under his hands, his tongue, his cheeks. But it's also about how it tastes, how is traps your scent.
Makes him go a little feral, his bones threatening to stretch out. Get bigger, more imposing, so he can better pin your hips to whatever surface he's laid you up on and just fucking eat.
His tongue is long enough to slither inside, trace playful little circles on your clit without him stuffing his whole face into you, but he does it anyway. Loves to stuff you with his tongue and press his muzzle right into where the hair is thickest. Breath in how it holds on to the musky, sweet smell of you right from the source.
Sometimes he swears if he gets close enough just at work he can catch a wiff. He's sure if you knew that it would get him slapped, but nothing works him up faster.
He stays down there so long, not even really registering when you're cumming and when you're just writhing under his stare, his hands, his tongue. Likes it when you get a little self conscious and he can lick and suck all those nasty feelings away.
It's a safe bet you'll have to tug Sonar off of you when you've gotta tap out. But rest assured, once he figures out that you've got his favorite special all tucked away down there, you'll be graced with a near nightly "you up?" text even if it's just from the next room. Followed swiftly by, "can I eat it?"
The man is nothing if not committed, you'll give him that.
-> warnings :: gun mentioned ,, fight between the red ring ,, yn not mentioned ,, female reader ,, reader is only able to fullt hear sonar and malevola’s voice
-> word count :: 2.2k
-> an :: title is based off and one’s metalhammer ,, i think it suits how reader’s life was before prison and the z team :D also i made a few memes for the end hehe ,, finally see malevola in this i love her sm i need to actually write some stuff of her
sonar looked back and forth between the dark-clad hero beside him and the sudden appearance of the bulky man. red glowed from his hands, an obvious sign of what he belonged to. sonar wasn't new to the red rings antics, nor to their involvement all over the area.
he's run into them a few times, quickly raising his hands up to soothe the man. "hey, wow you look strong, anyways um, i'm sure you're mistaken. i think you've got the wrong person, and it'd be nice if you could back off a little from my partner." good! maybe he'll stand down… right?
your mind was steady and calm, confused at what the bat was doing. he must've been crazy, talking to the fellow like that. you were more than aware of who the man was. your parents sent you on a previous mission, one that entailed killing his children. they were old enough to know better than to try to tempt your family.
all it takes is one mishap and many would die from your hand.
it was hard to understand what the man responded with, fists shaking in anger in front of the bat. was it a threat? your bare hands hovered by the sides of your body, inches away from one of the many hidden pockets on your clothing.
if the dispatcher was watching, he may not like what would happen next.
in one instance, the bat was conversing with raised hands towards the man who held vegence against you, and in the next the bat's head whipped around as the man's hand made contact against his face.
sonar held his cheek, flexing his jaw as he groaned in pain. "fucking hell man, what is your deal?" his brows furrowed, white eyes becoming thinner.
"what are you going to do? cry to your little killer buddy here? what makes you any different then my children, what makes you think she won't kill you the same way she did with them?" the man sneered, inching closer to where you stood.
the closer he got, the more you could somewhat make out a few of the words he was spitting.
red glowed all within the basement, the red ring never moved alone.
it happened too fast! red ring members were swarming you and sonar in one instance, and in the next your hand grasped at the handgun hidden at your waist. with a couple clicks, the safety turned off, bullets shot at the red glowing amongst their bodies.
their devices imbedded in their skin lost their color, members grasping at glass shards while others came closer only to receive the same fate. not once did you miss, every single shot landing on its target.
it was as though you were back with your father, training to shoot at moving targets. your training alone was enough to make your body go on auto-pilot, protecting the bat without even realizing it.
the man who originally started the whole fight fell, bullets tearing through his hands. he screamed, looking down at the blood dripping down his wrist and onto the floor. red and blue lights flickered outside, the loud shriek of sirens evident of the police finally making their appearance.
sonar glanced to you, quickly taking the gun out of your hand as the red ring started to make their escape. the police shouted from the top of the basement staircase, announcing their presence.
"well shit.." sonar grumbled, taking notice of the nearly empty basement. a few of the red ring members were left behind, those whose gadgets were deeply imbedded in their bodies. one woman held onto her waist, blood spattered onto her pasty skin as she cried in pain. another man was covering his ears, red glass underneath his knees.
"terrence police! make yourself present!"
"down here!" sonar screeched, "there's a few here! we're with sdn." he sighed, the dealer had gotten away and the red ring too. robert wasn't going to like this. speaking of, his voice came across the line once more.
"what the hell happened down there?" robert was clearly not impressed.
"well, let's see.. you sent me with some trigger happy, insane woman, and the red ring wasn't too pleased. i mean, honestly bobby boy, you should've thought this through a little more. i could've been shot!" sonar complained into the line.
you furrowed your brows, scoffing at the comment. you weren't going to shoot him, he wasn't against you nor did he give you a reason to aim at him.
"what do you mean trigger happy?" whoops… thanks sonar.
"i mean, lacunae has a fucking gun, and im not sure if the rules at sdn have changed but last i saw we werent allowed weapons like that. i mean, sure coupe has her knives and mel her sword, but a gun? jesus bobby boy, why wasnt i at least informed beforehand?"
"lacunae isn't cleared for that sort of weapon, sonar."
well isn't that just lovely! sonar groaned into his hand, it could've been worse. he could've lost his hand, or finger, or life but he only had an aching cheek instead.
"we'll discuss this later, just get back to sdn." with that, robert clicked off the line to dispatch another hero to a call. sonar turned back to you, "well, i'm sure the police have it from here, and bobby boy is requesting us back."
he didn't wait a second for you to follow, turning back around and heading towards the staircase. you followed behind nonetheless, waiting until you two got far away.
"bat."
sonar's ears twitched, pausing his steps as he turned to face you once more. "it's sonar, but what is it?"
"it's lacuna, not lacunae. i'm not sure why, but i can only hear your voice." you furrowed your eyebrows at him. "why?"
"how am i supposed to know?" sonar tilted his head.
"i was told you are quite intelligent."
"well," sonar raised a hand to stratch the back of his neck. "you said it not me, but yes, i was so smart i graduated harvard. did i ever tell you?"
"well well, look who finally showed up!" the red demon announced, opening the door to the apartment and stepping aside. you gave her a small nod, making notice how easily you could hear her voice. it wasn't muffled like everyone else, rather easy to process.
it was smooth and soft, teasing but gentle. it was pleasant.
"if you're looking for your room, i'll show you." you enjoyed her touched, hand settled on your shoulder. "i'm not sure if i've introduced myself, but i'm malevola. i'm sure you've already met sonar from your mission earlier today."
she guided you to your new room, almost eager to meet you. it was nice, something you were unfamiliar with. the box in your arms was light, setting it down on the floorboards when you reached your room. it was baren, walls a basic brick and the bed empty without a comforter. the most depressing pillow sat at the top, just to add the cherry on top.
you opened the box without a word, pulling out a small, worn down black blanket that had gained a few holes in the fabric. malevola frowned, looking into the box.
"thats… all you have?" she questioned with a raised brow. you gave her a small nod, folding the blanket neatly and setting it on the bed. it was better than nothing, and certainly better than what you had in prison or at your home.
"thats a little sad..hey! why dont we take you shopping for the night, yeah?" she smirked and placed her hand on her hip. "i'm sure prism wouldn't mind tagging along, could make it somewhat like a girl's night… maybe coup too?" she wandered out loud. she placed her free hand on your shoulder once more, tail curling around your waist as she led you out to the hall. "come on, how about it?"
well…it certainly wouldnt be too bad.
"this might suit you," coupe pointed at a random, black trench coat. "i think that might be too depressing for her," malevola commented. "it'd make parents think she's a kidnapper, worse if she comes out a van."
you weren't a kidnapper, you frowned at the thought. you didn't care too much for children, never having the greatest experience with them. you often left them orphaned, at least you killed their parents in silence rather than letting them awake to the death of their family.
"how about we ditch this lame ass store for that one?" prism pointed her finger to a different store, one that would be a little more up your alley you hoped. you weren't too picky with your clothing, but you weren't too big a fan of bright colors.
dull and muted tones were best for you and your lifestyle. it makes it easier to work, especially with stealth.
"i heard you pulled a gun out on your mission," coupe noted, turning her gaze towards you. "how did you manage that?"
you truly wished you could hear. it sounded like a questioning tone, and you'd like to at least give some sort of response. thankfully, malevola quickly changed the topic after sensing your confusion. you were grateful for her perception.
the girls pulled you out of that store and tugged you to the next. your fingers were starting to become numb with the bags you were carrying already.
"i think we've got enough decorations and clothes to start with," malevola held her chin in her hand. "how about dinner? i'm starting to get a little hungry myself."
"oh yeah, i know the perfect place," prism smirked and grabbed your hand, tugging you along beside her. coupe rolled her eyes but followed behind nonetheless.
"do you like spicy? or are you one of those people with no spice tolerance," prism raised a brow. you tilted your head, "nevermind. kinda hard to get a response out of you when you havent even said a word." you couldn't pick up her harsh tone, still wondering what she even said.
"how about that one taco place? yknow, the one we went to after the sardine?" malevola asked, settling her hand around your waist as she caught up beside you two. coupe walked on the other side of prism, eyes glancing at every passerby. "i'm fine with that," she muttered out.
"i suppose," prism grunted, thumb swiping across her phone screen and sending one last text before she pocketed it. "it's within budget anyway so it'll have to do."
it didn't take long to walk to the area. the smell in the air was filled with sulfur and gas, a small hint of a busted sewer line to put it all together.
this would be your first time having 'junk food'.
the girls chatted amongst themselves as they pushed through the doors, gazing at the bright menu screen as they debated what to order. it was a common occurence, pondering all the options available before deciding on the same order they always got.
your hand tugged at malevola's arm, the only person whose voice you could hear, "um.. i dont know what to get.. can you order for me?" you asked softly.
her orange eyes widened, eyebrows raised in shock before flashing a gentle smile at you. "don't worry babes, i'll get you something you won't forget." she gave a wink before pointing at a table, "go cover that for us, yeah?"
you gave a small nod and slid into the booth, the torn seat squishing beneath you. it wasn't too long before they joined you, malevola sliding in beside you while coupe and prism sat on the opposite side.
"so, lacuna, you're new to the team. what's your actual name? like not your superhero name, but your real name?" prism asked. her voice was muffled, going in one ear and out the other.
you turned to malevola with a questioning gaze, letting her restate prism's question to you.
"we're asking for your name."
"lacuna."
"um, not that one babes. your actual name?" her arm was thrown lazily around your shoulder. your gaze dropped before you muttered your name to them.
"it's nice to meet you," the demon smiled as the others nodded. "the actual you that is. mine is the same, then that's alice and janelle. it's nice to have another girl on the z-team."
before the conversation could carry on anymore, a guy in work uniform sat a tray full of food down, bidding a good evening.
malevola grabbed her wrapped burrito and another, setting it down in front of you. "it's good with the sauce, you've got to at least try it once." she slid a packet over to you. you mimicked her mechanisms, opening the red packet and unwrapping the hearty wrap. you poured a little of the sauce on the burrito, setting it down and taking a bite.
the spice hit your tongue faster than anything else, your eyes squinting as you hurriedly chewed. you weren't sure what to think of the sensation, your tongue tingling and mouth stinging at the sudden heat.
"not a spice fan, huh?" malevola commented and took another bite, "i'll remember that for next time."
prism snickered from across you, coughing up something about having no tolerance for seasoning. coupe was indifferent, munching quietly on her own meal.
even with the small teasing comments, it didn't deter you from them. the night you had was still enjoyable, an evening full of laughter and memories. you felt as though you belonged to something for once, a soft glow in your heart as you shared glances around the table.
Can you do Sonar x reader headcanons where he has a huge breeding kink and gets turned on when you do domestic/parental things around him? (bonus if reader is fully aware of the effect they have on him and does it on purpose)
𖣠 BREEDING FANTASY 🪲
-> warnings :: fem implied reader ,, mating season ,, breeding kink ,, shower sex ,, knotting mentioned
-> word count :: 487
-> an :: been a minute since i did headcannons :D i love doing them tho bc it lets me say a lot while also keeping it short and to the point <3 !!
the longer you lived with sonar, the more accustomed you became to his antics. living with sonar entailed a lot; lights off all around the house, strange white powder left on the counter, his chirps in the morning and screeching at night.
it took time, but you got used to it. you didn't even bat an eye anymore when he chirped, or would act upon his instincts. especially during spring when his mating season would hit. he was more than just a horndog during that time.
things you'd do around the house would cause him to nuzzle against your neck. he'd press himself against you, hardened cock leaking through his clothes. victor will whine until you help him with his problem.
you can't even fold laundry anymore without him trying to lead you to bed.
"you don't understand! i'm just…. helping with the water bill! it's better if we shower together from now on, it saves money." his schemes didn't even phase you anymore. you just obliged, even if it meant he'd reach his hand down between your legs while his fangs nibbled at your neck.
doing the dishes leads to his arms wrapped around your waist and his hips humping against you.
"are you serious right now, victor?" you asked with a monotone voice, feeling his bulge rut against your bum. his fingers flexed against your stomach, whining softly against your head. "i'm more serious about this than anything else right now. help me please?"
when he succeeds in his advances, he's eager to breed. his hips will rut faster than before, humping mindlessly as he cums inside. seeing his seed leak out of you is enough to make his softened cock grow hard again.
sometimes you'll do it on purpose. when he starts to display signs that mating season is near, you'll do more acts of service for him. making him meals you know he loves, or cleaning up in general. he'll follow you around the house, doting and affectionate whenever you do anything.
he wants the best for his mate, after all! is that so wrong?
when you start to bathe together, paying close attention to his fur and caring for it makes him hard. he's not even sheepish about it, blatanly stating how he wants to pull you in the tub and bury deep inside you.
when he's at the peak moment of his mating season he won't let you do anything. he's already on it! victor has to, especially with how long he kept you up the previous night. he has you cuddled up in a bunch of blankets, almost like a nest, as he cleans for you.
he may not be the best cook, but he could try to make you a meal! or he could doordash what you want. knowing you're warm, belly full, and filled with his seed is more than enough to make him flustered and heart flutter.
it was a little worse when he was knotted to you. swelled cock deep inside, with the knot preventing you from leaving. you'd better hope there were no other plans that day, because it'll take a while before the knot goes down.
during it, he'll be kissing your face and pampering you with praise, whispering adorations to you. saying how good you treat him and how he'll be good for you.
being held in his arms during it isn't so bad anyways.
