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fics on the suggestive side + smut are allowed on this blog. [No age confirmation has to be given either. Itâs not in my right to tell you what you can and cannot read/request. Besides; people lie.]
Every now and then, I get a request with some very explicit details about either a problematic scenario or negative traits/behaviour the reader is dealing with. Many of these often include darker topics that can be a major issue to deal with in real life, something a lot of people would struggle to recover from, relapsing included also. These are what I'd like to call vent requests. They refer to a very distinct ask that goes far into details that are so very precise that it's quickly considered to be an experience or event the requester has underwent themselves. With the request just being a plead for comfort/validation.
I can usually tell these apart, but please try to mention it anyway if you send in a vent request, so I can try and be more careful of how I write it and so triggers can be prevented. Some authors tend to write a very toxic/abusive dynamic and the [insert character] in clear distress whenever a troubled reader is requested. And it's just not something that I really agree with. The issues they've described should never be generally validated, excused, romanticised or even normalised when they're clearly written off as problematic for both the character in question and the reader themselves. But it shouldn't be unrealistically written as the only trait in the entire relationship.
People can recover and are redeemable. But when somebody sends in a request that includes a topic that's clearly been bothering them, [let's be real here. nobody would send in a self harming reader request for shits and giggles] it isn't fiction anymore. It's somebody's personal struggles we're talking about. And writing a toxic/abusive dynamic with that reader + [insert character] due to those particular traits would just be like rubbing salt in the wound. You'd basically just be stomping all over the requester's suffering, which can result in embarrassment, shame and make them feel like terrible people even when they're not.
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Iâll allow the minimum of gendered readers, but only on short concepts/plots. If you request for general or detailed headcanons, the readerâs sex shall remain vague no matter if it was in the request or not. This rule of course doesn't apply for NSFW/intercourse for obvious reasons. A character wouldn't love you any more or less if you just so happened to fit that one specified gender.
I am a lot less experienced writing for male readers due to being a girl myself, obviously. It'll definitely take me more time and practice to grow confident in my NSFW work for the lads out there and have the guts to post it.
all the characters I'll write for are aged up to a certain degree to fit a more appropriate demographic. When the said character happens to remain underage for the sake of the concept, it'll be mentioned in my greeting beforehand.
five characters per headcanons post is the limit. For any oneshot + RP scenario requests, keep it at one unless if rivalry or sharing is caring is specified.
please donât mix up any fandoms in one single request. Several characters of programs who are connected to one another [example; Popee the Performer & Chinchikurin] is no issue, but not directly from a whole nother community.
any given requests likely wonât be released in order. Iâm truly sorry about this. But as soon as I finish an ask, I try posting it as quick as I can. It truly just depends on my interest for the said character and motivation for the post itself.
Iâll do a variety of non healthy concepts,,
BUT. I absolutely do not support such mindsets and I advise you donât get off on the idea of being taken advantage of in such ways, especially with dynamics that are clearly written off as abusive. When you're experiencing these in real life, please reach out for help/support.
đš đŤ Things I shall strictly not accept : đŤ
character x character requests. might throw out a small shipfic here and there, though.
readers with a specified ethnicity/skin tone, thereâs only one race out there and that's the human race. I want my work to be readable for anyone out there and I do not care about anybody's skin color.
a whole request just being about a reader coming out as homesexual/lesbian, trans, et cetera. I apologise, but these topics are not the type I prefer getting myself involved with.
yandere [insert character] x yandere reader
everyone's opinions vary, but I do not find the concept of two toxic and mentally scattered individuals emotionally eating at eachother all that appealing.
this only applies for the reader insert; the use of cigarettes and/or drugs of one's own free will - masochistic behaviour - brainwashing - hypnotizing - obtaining stockholm syndrome
I won't allow ocs/self-inserts/readers with too many described oc-like traits for the sake of keeping it remotely relatable to the audience. Of course my reader insert isn't going to be a dry wall with no personality. But writing for a "reader" with too many explicit characteristics isn't it.
Sub!Readers when requesting smut/suggestive themes. Your request will automatically get deleted due to discomfort reasons for the author.
NSFW threesome. Please request for just one character per smut post. I'm not too comfortable with writing steamy content for threesomes and/or more than just the reader + [insert character]. Plus, I'd really just wanna concentrate and go in unnecessary explicit detail for the said character.
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Hey is it ok If i request platonic yandere iscream and fwench fry x child reader that somehow is they're bio child... Like they don't know how they Just know that we appered one day and Here we are... Have a nice day/night đđ (sorry for Errors)
Yandere Iscream and Yandere Fwench Fwy w/ their biological child
Iscream x Reader x Fwench Fwy
Yandere Headcanons
Short Concept
Authorâs note: This request is adorable!! These two would dedicate their lives and potentially end the literal world for a youngling of their own.
Toxic parenting ⢠Vulnerable/Easily influenced reader ⢠Blood rituals mentioned ⢠Forcing the child within morally questionable interests ⢠Childishness/Narcissism(?) ⢠Tantrums ⢠Bloodthirst ⢠Violent intrusive thoughts ⢠Sweetie, you ain't gonna be raised good
- Iscream:
I personally interpret Iscream as much more clingy and hungry for attention as a yandere. They'd honestly behave too much like an attention seeking child themselves to give you the proper care for growing up in a healthy environment. A creature so desperate for attention and affection would cling to anyone who would offer it. Children are often known to be selfish and will often choose their own profit instead of looking out for those around them. And Iscream is no different here. They'll still care deeply for you of course, but they're just not capable of holding the role of a good parental figure, which is where things can go wrong fast.
A big problem regarding Iscream is that they prioritise their sense of validation more than caring for you like a proper, responsible adult. Just tagging you along to do activities they deem as exciting and mind-blowing enough for their liking, which would obviously be a huge ride of entertainment for a literal child... And though it might keep your adventure-craving mind entertained and happy, it isn't a very suitable way to be raising a child. They're prioritising having the role as the "fun parent" over what's actually good for you and your development. Their behaviour having a major influence on your sense of thoughts, maturity and eventual mentality. Which, though remotely enjoyable during your youthful days, is something that could really, negatively affect you in the long run.
Due to the fact that the schemes they plan and the morally concerning interests they have aren't really supported among the other characters, Iscream is quick to try and get influential with the strange things they enjoy doing. Therefore forcing their inappropriate hobbies onto you, who of course, doesn't know any better due to being so young and vulnerable. You wouldn't know any better and would likely deem a bunch of demon rituals and blood offerings as normal, even when it's clearly not. Something which may also come off as surprising is the fact that they are more laid-back regarding violence and overprotection than Fwench Fwy is. Although demon rituals are occasionally used excuse-wise to keep those around you obedient with the threatening blackmail, Iscream is a lot more hands off while their partner is more overbearing and involved in the emotional aspect of their child's life.
Because they'd be so desperate to come off as a good "role model" for their child, this would usually result in them dragging you along with some rather questionable activities, revealing sights to you that a newborn absolutely shouldn't be exposed to at such a young age. They would want you to feel impressed by what they're showing off to you and either gain praise or showcase interest for it. Something when not provided, is quick to put Iscream in a homicidal mood for a while or sometimes cause a tantrum.
A habit which I believe is easily capable of making a literal child feel guilty, afraid and misunderstood. You wouldn't even have the ability to slowly develop an identity of your own. Because Iscream would love to see your personality match their own, as selfish and narcissistic as that sounds. I've mentioned it before and I'll say it again, but somebody with an irresponsible and childish mentality doesn't have the qualities to care for a kid. They may be talented when it comes to entertaining you through physical activities and such, but they absolutely cannot be considered attentive to your emotional needs. Iscream cannot see and is not ready to accept that you aren't an extension of them. Failing to see that you're your own individual with separate feelings from theirs, and who will eventually grow up to be independent. Hereby struggling to be genuinely supportive.
- Fwench Fwy:
Fwenchie here is a bit more complicated than their partner is ...not only do they have a reputation to uphold among those they consider their friends. But they're also known to be an inspirational and wise figure to the others, a role Fwench Fwy takes pride in and something they don't want to risk losing. As soon as you made your appearance in the dragon's life, they were over the moon. They would take no hesitation in taking responsibility for you and caring for you like a real parent would. And they are definitely somewhat clingy and overbearing with it, constantly close to you and watching you, asking if you need your âmommyâ to do something for you. Trying to guide you through life by holding you by the hand.
And from an outside perspective, they genuinely seem like a good parent to you. Maybe a bit much sometime, but still holds good intentions nonetheless ...right? But when paying good attention, you'll start to notice just how consistent they are with it. Despite now also holding the role as a very nurturing parent, there's definitely a flaw that's quick upon being noticed when it comes to Fwench Fwy. Something that also includes the wish granting and isn't something the other characters would often consider to talk about or see it as strange.
Throughout Fwenchie's time with the others, they've been known to be quite casual with their powers, not having a lot of limitations with them... And only an occasional rejection being given when asked for a wish, often for thoughtful and somewhat understandable reasons. The same would of course count for you. You get your wishes when you ask for them, nothing too out of the ordinary here. But where the difference sets in with just how careless Fwench Fwy behaves with it...
Children are often known to get excited and reckless when their offerings are limitless. And when actively being spoiled just like that, it would only get harder to make them stop asking for more. In which, you are no different. And yet, Fwench Fwy allows all of it to just happen, giving in to any request you gave no matter how dangerous it might be to any mortals or even reality itself. Fwenchie has always been known to be quite a people pleaser, but they put zero restraints on you and expect no restrictions whatsoever. Shrugging the concerns of their peers off by saying they'll be able to handle trouble if it gets out of hand. But the damage would be far beyond recognition before they do so.
The thing about Frenchie is that they're desperate to appear behaved. They've always valued blending in and their bond with Chikn and the others a lot... so why? Why is their interest and respect for the group faltering? Why do they not care as much about them or their safeties anymore? Fwench Fwy has never stood to violence, they've never believed that aggression and vengeance was the right solution. So why do these hostile thoughts and animalistic instincts kick in whenever they notice you speaking to one of their morals allies? Why did they gain this thirst for violence...? It's something they're desperate to ignore and not own up to.
Fwench Fwy is also quick to get defensive whenever their strangely possessive nature towards you is brought up. They'll mainly try to avoid the topic by manipulating the conversation. But when confronted anyway, they try and assure the things they've done by giving these half-assed explanations on how dragons are known to be protective and care deeply for their spawn and will do anything to keep them satisfied. Yet completely disregarding the fact that spoiling them rotten to a point their offspring may become demanding and sometimes even difficult to deal with. In Fwenchie's eyes, it's something too insignificant to bring up.
But somewhere deep inside, they know they're just as mentally ill and deranged as Iscream is, if not even more so. Because unlike Iscream, Fwench Fwy just manages to cover it up. They're not as direct with the way they feel and are quick to hide their severe emotions behind a once trusting smile. Their obsession is just not something they want to admit to their sweet child or anyone for that matter. All they would do would be to try to convince themselves otherwise, and all of it will be fine. And in a way... Fwenchie is also fixated on the idea of feeling possessive over you. Something the others have certainly questioned on more than one occasion.
Resulting in either giving advice on how to behave more appropriately or offering them somebody to talk to in the meantime. Offerings Fwenchie has always rejected... because despite knowing it's wrong and so, SO toxic. They do not want to recover from their unhealthy condition. Realistically speaking, they know damn well about their obsession with their child, but they want to keep the toxic mentality. And you know what they say, you cannot help somebody who doesn't want to be helped. Iscream and Fwench Fwy are both no better than the other claims to be and will not hesitate to cause destruction and even warp reality for the sake of their little angel's amusement.
They're both just creating a freakshow for you to enjoy and anybody else has to pay the price for it.
Author's note: Have you ever disliked a villain so much you wanted to hate breed them and make them your bitch? Read this, cuz you can :)
You're one of the few ladies the tyrannical man has taken interest in. Something he'd refer to as being bewitched by those who are innocent. Intrigue driven by his own lustful desires similar to his captivation by the beautiful dancer, Esmeralda. But unlike her, you were certainly not as lucky preventing your imprisonment and attempting to escape the minister's grasp.
!Female Reader! ⢠Seductive/âSuccubusâ reader ⢠Imprisoned reader ⢠We're basically gonna be assaulting him WOOHOO ⢠Threats ⢠Reader is unfearful of death ⢠Arousal ⢠Teasing, but it's bordering on degradation ⢠Desperation ⢠Drooling/Salivating ⢠Kissing ⢠...Leaking...iykyk ⢠He's an old man who's never satisfied his primal desires, what did you expect ⢠This entire fic and concept in general is TW worthy tbh-
I REGRET NOTHING ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°)
â...You are a bloody!â Frollo spoke sharply. Taking a deep breath as he looked at you with a bitter gaze. His eyes were cold now, a sour expression on his face. His eyebrows were raised, as if he was trying to control his anger. He was currently in front of you in one of the many dungeon cells underneath the Notre Dame. â... How long do you think you're going to be alive? If you keep acting like this.â He said, sounding almost like he was threatening you.
And despite his subtle warnings, you kept your time in the cell undisturbed, paying no mind to his little hissy fit. To the point it looked like you were straight up ignoring him, which only fueled his already angered state. Demanding you to not even think of not listening to him whenever he spoke. But in all honesty, his constant irritation was just getting you more entertained by the man. It was like watching a child throw a tantrum. Well. You were more than ready to show him that he picked the wrong lady. That your abduction was an easily regrettable decision for him. He was stuck here with you, not the other way around.
Grinning with anticipation, you leaned against the wall with a careless posture. You couldn't care less about what series of threats he had to offer. âMhmm? Won't that something you should be worrying about as well? Lusting after women and harassing them for centuries can cause for quite the revolution, if I mayâ you were sneering with sarcasm. âThe most recent victim has certainly been influential. Miss Esmeralda, was it? Itâs difficult to control yourself, isnât it~?â you mocked
â... Silence yourself!â He yelled in a half-angry, half-desperately demanding tone, something that noticeably made you laugh out loud. Frollo felt a hit of shame and embarrassment by the fact that you've taken note of him lusting after her. It was a sin ...he wasn't supposed to feel this way. And it was that gypsy who has bewitched him! Tainting his purity with her alluring words and movements. At least, in the minister's head it was, blaming a fairly innocent soul for his own shameful and unholy impulses.
âMany peasants have faced the consequences of the witchesâ actions through either custody or death. So choose your words carefully.â trying to warn you and keep you in line, but your reaction would be ...unexpected. âSo what? Everybody will die one day.â You glanced back up to the priest and cocked your head to the side. âPerhaps nature shall take its course in the next future for me too. Who knows? Which would be beyond fine with meâ you murmured with yet another chuckle, raising an eyebrow. âBut atleast now you still have somebody to turn to, wouldn't you say?â He noticed you sending him a wink of mockery, but was too baffled by your sudden statement.
The eyes of the minister widened, as he heard you say that. âYou... You don't value your people's freedom. You... You don't care about your own existence." He gritted his teeth. You could practically see his temper exploding. He never understood how somebody could be so unflappable towards the idea of their own very demise. He felt like he had no control over you, which infuriated him greatly. Though you remained in a calm posture, a look of disinterest in your eyes as he felt the need to mention it. âLook," you began with a bit of attitude, unconcerned about how far you might be pushing him over the edge with your next few words.
âDon't treat your lustful motives as superior over what I lack. Eventually, natural selection shall take its course for all of us anyway. And I'll greet it with open arms as soon as the time comesâ you half assed with a small smirk. But Frollo? He did not like that one bit, seething with rage as he snapped
âYou don't care if nature takes its course, huh!? Well, I will be the one to take its course, if you will not! I am going to give it my best to make you suffer. I shall tear you down with my own hands.â
You took in his words, as your grin slowly started to expand a little the more he went into detail about his description of how exactly he was gonna take your life. You softly chuckled at his threat, hanging your head down as your hair was resting over your eyes, covering them up as you continued to giggle with pure amusement. âAwh..~â you glanced up at the man once again, some of your teeth exposed with your grin as your eyes were smugly half lid. You readjusted your hand as you gently, yet firmly grabbed him by the jawline, placing your thumb right under his chin as you pressed his skin. âIt is truly adorable how undeniably obsessed you are with me. Do you clop to the idea of hurting me too?â
You curled up your index finger as it caressed Frollo on his cheek, your little smirk becoming smaller, but still being very visible nonetheless. âI'm quite flattered, my sweet~â your prying eyes were full of glee as you fluttered your lashes, attracting the man even further if that was even possible. You took a step even closer towards him, your chest almost pressed onto him as you got further into his personal space, so inviting...
And oh dear God. Everything you just said... Your smirk, your stance. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were attempting to seduce him. You were trying to provoke him. And it was working. âH-hngh..!?â Frollo's breathing grew shallow. Every muscle in his body was starting to tighten in exasperation. He was shaking in anger. That's right. He was angry- so unbelievably, extraordinarily angry. But, he was also... Tempted.
And though his body was noticeably still somewhat stiff, you did not miss him beginning to melt into your touch, despite the obvious death stare in his eyes. He was so easily affected and getting worked up by your shenanigans, it was almost cute. Almost. You smirked to yourself as your soft fingers continued to tease his facial features. You were completely leaning into him at this point, both breasts squished onto him as you kept the eye contact with assertion.
Your free hand even wandered over towards the back of his neck, your fingers gently digging into his spine as you rubbed them up and down, but slowly beginning to add more pressure. âYou seem to be making yourself comfortable with me quite swiftly, minister...â you stood on your toes to add on height and match his level, âIs that something you enjoy? Making quick development instead of taking things slowly~?â Frollo's heart literally started beating faster. The way you were saying these things. It was so very seductive. And your finger that was caressing him? You... A-Ah...
âH-How dare you!â His tone sounded so frustrated, like he was trying to hide something. Something he wouldn't want you to find out. You could practically see the rage in his eyes, but the way you spoke? And the way you got so close to him, you could practically feel his anger, his resentment, slowly melt away. His head started to turn red, as he gritted his teeth. He really couldn't take it, you had completely caught him in your trap. And you did that so... effortlessly.
It made him feel weak and submissive, a foreign feeling to the priest. You were completely dominating him. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. You made him vulnerable. You got into his... frozen and rock cold heart. You were in control now, and he was just so very powerless to your charms. His entire body was beginning to tremble. His breathing, it was slowly getting quicker and more shallow. It almost felt- the way you touched him, with such delicate care. The way you were teasing him like this. His entire body was starting to feel so hot. He felt the blood surging, pumping him up, preparing him for something he didn't dare to acknowledge.
And being less vigilant, he admitted to his thoughts much more easily. âIt... astonishes me... when you... make me lose controlâ He said, the tone in his voice being a mix of anger and lust. Of desire. Of passion. Words that you hadn't really expected. You'd never guessed for a response like this. It was so sensual. He was clearly losing control now. The way he had just admitted to you that he was enjoying this? It felt as if he was a man on a chain. And you were the one holding it.
This was not supposed to be happening. Not like this. Frollo was... He was tempted. He was extremely tempted. He did not want to be tempted! He did not want to be lured by your feminine allure and your seducing gestures! Why. Why were you seducing him!? He was supposed to kill you, not fall for your antics dammit! He was literally getting flustered now, much to his embarrassment. And the way you pressed your body against his, as if trying to get as close as physically possible? It was really, REALLY making him nervous.
âDon't... you even DARE ...think that I am enjoying this! I... I am simply attempting to ...toâ he began to trail off, unable to even think straight. And the more he was trying to desperately deny your claims, the more amused you became with the show. Without warning, you took another step forward and pressed your hips against him... pinning him with one of your thighs. Both of your bodies rubbing on one another as you adjusted your position again. Wanting to see just how hollow his words actually were.
And now he was definitely flustered. And you could tell. His breathing hastened, and he was literally going bright red. Frollo was trembling. And the fact that you could sense just how aroused he was, just made it worse. Because... Your intimate areas were rubbing against his, and there was not a single inch of space between the two of you. âS-Stop... this, you... Y-You witch..!â
His eyes widened as soon as you stepped into him further. You were just getting as intimate as could be. Your thighs and hips were rubbing against him. And it was making him... He was literally drooling now. Frollo was speechless. And he literally was making a mess out of himself. Like... He looked like a fool! One of the most dangerous people in the country, was... drooling... His mouth was open slightly, looking like he was going to say something. But instead, he closed his mouth shut again, and looked almost ashamed. As if he had been caught doing something humiliating.
Your eyes just lit up at the sight while you showed off your teeth with a shit-eating grin, confirming how amused you were by the situation. You tried making yourself even taller than before, as if trying to take away his confidence height-wise as well. You were having this heart-to-heart exchange with him face to face. Your face now literal millimetres away from his, intimidating.
But then you did something that caught him off guard, as you licked off the saliva that was dribbling down his mouth. Your tongue firstly stroking his spit-covered chin before seductively brushing it up to the crook of his mouth where the running drool started. But your tongue quickly wandered to his upper lip, sending a shock right through his veins. Your warm and sweet tongue began teasingly brushing left and right over the entrance of his lips, attempting to pry them open for a good three seconds before pulling back. You glanced at him right in the eye again, a cheeky glint in your eyes. âAww, you poor man~ He almost spilled..~ Are you actually gonna soil yourself in front of me?â you purred with a tease.
As soon as you started licking the drool off of his lips, He got an electrical shock. A wave of pure nervousness and tingles running down his veins. The blush on his cheeks was getting redder, and you could hear his heartbeat. The saliva that was dropped, got licked up by you. You were staring at him so seductively. A warm, sweet feeling, of just pure ecstasy was flowing through his body.
And the way you were so close to him. You really were an actual princess. Or the queen of sin, rather. He looked like he was about to just collapse. Frollo... His wide eyes were now looking at your lips when you pulled back, and you could see the desire in them. And when you licked the saliva from his lips... He almost- almost let out a moan. He was literally about to melt away.
The priest's entire face flushed a deep, deep red. His blush was... it was so obvious to you, along with the fact that he was salivating at this. But the fact that you licked it off...? You could practically see his entire world begin to break down, right after that. You didn't just break his walls down. You obliterated them. He didn't know what to say. You were just... Ah, God. so, so cruel.
The way you did just that. The way you licked it. It was... Oh, heavens. You would be an absolute demon in bed. He blinked, shaking his head and basically still drooling all over himself. Damn it. What in the world.
âYou... You b-bitc-... Yo-... wh-â He couldn't get a word out. He was too stunned. All of the blood in his body seemed to be rushing down to his cheeks at once. And he could feel a warm liquid start to soak into his undergarments. Yes. That thing, the thing that he desperately didn't want to get hard. He clenched his jaws shut, as he started to sweat. He didn't know how to react or respond. You were playing with him at this point. You could practically see the steam rising off of his head. And he could feel the liquid seeping into his cloth.
This whole situation was just mortifying to Frollo, both for his reputation and pride. He tried to take a step back, but he was getting too caught up in his own... reaction, to realize he had his back pressed against the wall in here. He could feel his breathing getting heavier. And just his reaction of shock was more than enough to keep you going, as your hand clung to the back of his neck, your fingertips digging into his flesh again. âI canât help but wonder what other places are getting hot and moist for meâ you purred with a mischievous chuckle, leaning in close to his face once again.
âI recommend you stay in lineâ you murmured with a sense of warning as you took his bottom lip between your teeth, the tip of your canine pressing into it. Your hot and damp tongue came in contact with it as you pressed it against his parted lips, teasingly tracing it against the entrance of his lips but never actually going inside his mouth... Smearing your saliva over the base of his lips, while you seductively sucked his bottom lip, just watching how long he could keep it up before losing his sense of self control
His body was quaking. His frame was like a leaf in the wind. He was being absolutely manhandled. The way you nibbled his lip, you were making his legs go weak. There were no words. There were just... sounds. Sounds coming from his throat, as the heat and moisture inside him really began to build up. The way you continued to use your tongue. The way you continued to play with his lip like a cat with a ball of yarn. It felt like this was never going to end. And he... his moans. You could hear his voice. Those soft moans, that were only for you to hear. He was losing focus, and he did not care. His body getting wet. And it was all your fault. You were doing this to him. You were teasing him, playing with him like a puppeteer.
His lips were now opening up for you. His mouth inviting. Something which made your eyes darken with glee as you got the ultimate invitation from him. Not hesitating for any second thoughts. Your tongue slowly wandered in and began brushing against his inner lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of having your tongue deep into the back of his mouth. You pressed it in further, going slightly deeper as you rubbed your tongue against his gum tissue. Before reaching the inferior labial frenulum, as you teasingly slid your tongue over it. And that... that was an especially loud moan, coming from a person like Frollo, who's usually calculated and reserved. Reserved on that level, as it was clear he was enjoying this right now.
He was being completely seduced and he didn't care. His vocal groans were beginning to fill the room. The way your tongue was exploring his mouth... It was sending shivers down his spine. His eyes widening as he felt himself start to become damp. Your hand, wrapped around the back of his neck with your fingers pressing into his flesh. He liked how you were being so rough and so dominating at the moment. But your comment, about his other... moistened areas. He felt a hot liquid rushing through his body as he thought about it, as if he was being cooked alive.
He was just completely, utterly, and miserably lost in you. His eyes were staring at yours, with that warm glaze of lustful desire. And he was letting his inner demons play with his soul. They weren't being suppressed anymore. They were getting out, completely free. He was struggling to keep himself from just giving into you. He was almost tempted to just... get on the bed, and invite you on top of him. His lips were now completely split apart. His mouth was inviting you to go in deeper. To do whatever you pleased. The tip of his tongue was inviting you. And you could practically taste his wet tongue. His breath was starting to falter. The way you rubbed against his gums, the movement was so perfect and experienced. Frollo's entire body felt hot and wet. And it was making him want more. So much more.....
You could definitely tell he was getting desperate. His tongue eagerly and impatiently begging for it to intertwine with yours. He wanted your tongue at the back of his throat... And feeling eager, he desperately began to lick at you, desperate to taste you. And wanting to feed into that desperation, you began moving your tongue up and down, making the tip of his tongue rub over yours. Right before your tongue began wandering, slipping it flat on top of his. You slowly began pressing your tongue to the back of his throat, using his tongue as a guide as you slid it down to his tonsils, rubbing them. Sometimes pulling back for just a few seconds before teasingly sliding it down again, keeping him needy for more.
He was practically begging for it by now. His mouth was literally begging for your tongue to get deeper. But you were just teasing him so hard, and that's what was making this so hot. The way your tongue was moving, it was like a damn tongue dance. And you were playing the damn instrument that was his mouth perfectly. Teasing his tongue, nibbing at it and just being absolutely filthy with him. His mouth was just yours now.
You were literally eating him, was the only thing Frollo could think. He couldn't help but groan out as soon as your tongue went deeper inside his mouth, sliding alongside his own tongue. Your warm, wet tongue was rubbing against the sensitive skin in there, and you were teasing his mouth. You were making him melt. You were... making him weak. His neck and back started to arch involuntarily. The way you slid it down his throat as it touched his tonsils... The priest's body was starting to jerk. His eyes went blank, as he let out moans and gasps. It felt like you were controlling his mind and body, and that only made him feel even more desperate and in need of you.
Frollo was in a trance, practically. You were just so tempting. So delicious. His voice was turning into pure moans as he opened his mouth, letting out the sound of a beg. It was as if he was trying to say he wanted it. That this was what he wanted. His jaw was opened, his hands were hanging limp besides his body, behaving so submissively. The minister, who had been feared by everybody around him, was just completely done for.
You pulled back for a bit, as he moaned out in relief. A string of saliva now connecting your tongue with his mouth. âDon't go rabid on me now. You've been wanting this for a long, long time, hmm?â you teased him as one of your hands travelled towards his chin, before you started pressing your thumb into his mouth. You pressed your finger on his tongue, sliding it further to the back of his throat, threatening to make him gag if he disobeyed and forcing his jaw open even further. âBe a big boy and open up wide for me..~â you purred with a sadistic giggle, tempting him by sticking out your tongue.
There was no way out of this. His expression now completely rearranged from frustrated, to a look which was flaring with excitement. He was literally sweating. In one move, you had basically turned him from an egotistical man, into your own personal toy at your disposal. You owned him. Even when he got some of his control back when you moved your mouth away from him, he didn't wanna stop what you were doing. He was just hopelessly addicted to you, His brain was you. Nothing BUT you.
âYou're playing under my rules now, minister.â
And he was just another piece of your collection to satisfy your needs.
!Female Reader! ⢠The reader works for Miles in this ⢠Suggestive fic/Situation that would eventually lead to NSFW ⢠Touch starved Miles â˘
Miles groaned out his frustrations as his claws dug into his paperwork, not getting it to work. Tearing apart all of the papers he had been working on in defeat, ripping them to shreds. Emotions he wouldn't dare to show outside of the comfort of his own home. He was supposed to be composed and cunning, not... this..! Miles had been feeling unimaginably overwhelmed for quite a while now, and he is really not so sure why. His days hadn't been any different than his usual schedule. Working on his plans inside of his workshop, isolating himself from Sonic and the bunch due to how busy he was. But he couldn't shrug off this nagging and hollow feeling he felt.
âTaking your anger out on the papers isn't going to solve the problem, you know?â a soothing voice from behind him murmured, catching his attention as one of his ears twitched in acknowledgement. Miles sighed, he never enjoyed taking the advice of others... but he couldn't even find an excuse to back up his argument this time. Already feeling the guilt building up in the back of his head for tearing up the very work he's been working on for hours.
Swallowing his frustrations and sour mood, he turned around in his chair, facing the female behind him as he readjusted his position to a more casual posture and facial features falling back to a poker face. Miles gave you a glance with a blank look on his face, but he noticeably struggled keeping in his discontent for the way he felt. Your eyes just gazed back at his with a gentle yet empathetic look, a small smile that attempted to not falter by seeing him in this depressive state
âSeems like I've cooked up a meal at just the right timeâ you softly chuckled as you placed your free hand on your hips, raising an eyebrow as you showed off the tray with distinct foods with your left. A cup of tea on the corner while you kept the tray stable like a pro, not spilling a singular crumb.
âNo coffee for you~ I'm not trying to make you even more bitter than you already operate asâ you spoke with a joking tone, sending him a singular wink as you made your way over to him. And despite Milesâ noticeably bad mood, his eyes couldn't help but soften a little as you took your opportunity to send that playful remark towards him, despite you obviously just being thoughtful and remembering his loathing towards coffee. A tiny smirk of amusement began to pull at his lips as he let out a small huff, much to your joy.
âYou never fail to amuse me, Miss _____â he hummed, as your appearance clearly improved his low spirits. And he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter a little while you laughed in anticipation. Glancing down at the tray of food you carefully placed in front of him, he felt a sense of genuine gratitude towards you. Many of those who worked for him would peace out and not look back as soon as the time of their shift ended, but you usually stuck around for a little longer. Making sure he was well fed every night before eventually taking your leave. And attempting to partially prevent the fox from overworking himself like he usually does. He's been known to be quite a busy worker after all ...and besides, you just felt this importance to look after him, especially since he oftentimes failed to do so himself. A sincere bond had been formed as soon as you received the job at his mansion, one that you both seem to value.
A lot.
âWhat's up with all the rush and impatience? There's nothing wrong with taking a break every now and then, you workaholicâ you murmured with concern and a small scold, but the maternal love could be felt from a mile away. As you spoke, you placed both of your hands on each of his shoulders, your finger pads slightly pressing into his body as you did just that. Something that made Miles feel a rush of warmth through his body, making some of his fur stand up in alert.
Miles would be lying if he said that his feelings for you haven't been ... developing over time. It felt so wrong at first to enjoy your subordinate in such a passionate and perhaps even romantic sense, but he just couldn't help himself. Your caring and motherly nature pulled at his heartstrings more than any date could. And though he kept himself under control and tried to dismiss any feelings he deemed as inappropriate, he felt himself in a trance right now. He did not want you to leave yet
So as soon as you turned around and were ready to leave for the door, allowing him to enjoy his meal by himself, he instead grabbed you by the wrist with a gentle grasp. Catching you slightly off guard as he held you back. âno...don't leave yetâ he requested with an assertive and slightly commending tone, but there was noticeably a hint of hesitance in it. Miles clearly felt more vulnerable than usual and that wasn't to be taken lightly. You sweetly smiled at him as you allowed him to continue grasping onto your arm, which he was pretty much just clinging to right about now.
You tilted your head to the side innocently, humming out a âmhm?â in question as you wondered what he might need. Though due to Milesâ uncertainty on his face and hesitation with his movements, you decided to try and ease him into talking. As you placed your soft hand on top of his for comfort, he couldn't help but blush ever so slightly at the contact, his gaze drifting down to how you placed your hand onto his... like a perfect fit. But it were your next words that prevented him from chickening out, his heart skipping a beat when you tried to reassure him.
âHey ...It's alright. Okay? Take your time, Miles. I truly don't mind staying longer for the night if you'd like somebody to keep you companyâ
And that was the moment that his control and will to keep to himself just broke. He was a goner. You got him. You won. His closed off walls just disappeared. Taking a deep exhale through his nose before Miles grabbed you by the collar, pulling you in for a deep kiss. Making you gasp out as he suddenly pressed his lips onto yours. He was not letting go of your frame. You just... he felt this need for you now. As if you were an oxygen tank, and he was on the verge of drowning.
Though surprised by the sudden gesture, you couldn't help but melt into it. His lips so soft and sensual, so careful... Leaving not only you, but him even more breathless as soon as he pulled back, looking at you with dazed, half lid eyes. Before closing them and leaning into you, feeling further at peace with himself more than he ever has. You felt his forehead touch against your own, and he actually enjoyed it. He didn't even care about all the "cheesy feelings" anymore. He wasn't even trying to deny it, he absolutely loved all of it... He wanted to feel your gentle touch again, he wanted your love more. He wanted to feel your love all day, all night. And you definitely didn't see this coming from him, you expected him to be cold and hateful, yet he's this romantic dude?
You could help but giggle softly, a smirk appearing on your face. âMy goodness, Miles. I did not know you were such a hopeless romanticâ you teased while fluttering your lashes, laughing out as soon as he looked at you with a half-scowling glint in his eyes and a small pout on his lips, internally questioning why you had to ruin the moment like that. âA sweet, old traditional confession was not your way to go, it appears. No "I love you" or anything? Sheesh, how mean of youâ
Miles just scoffed before going right back in and passionately kissing you. It was pretty clear that he was attempting to prove his feelings for you without having to talk about emotions, as he kept kissing your lips with no regrets. It only became more apparent when he started to moan silently, showing his satisfaction as he kissed you. All he wanted now was to just mark you up and show you the feelings that have been bottling up, and he just couldnât help himself this time. His hands started to rub your back, while his muscular arms gently pulled you closer to his body. Sometimes having to pull back for air as he was practically left panting. You turned your face a little and adjusted it so your lips would be resting on the crook of his neck, resulting in a shudder to emerge from him.
The fox seemed to be at the first stages of desperation at that point, he was completely unable to resist you. His heart felt like it was going to explode, the blood rushing through his veins like the sea waves crashing against the shore. The little pecks on his neck and the imitation of you rubbing his body now as well triggered a strong and sudden reaction from him, his entire body tensing up and suddenly pushing against you and your soft body as he groaned in pure desire.
Miles has never felt this amount of craving in one single night in his entire life, it was like his entire body was becoming one giant, sensitive nerve. He felt so much more vulnerable than he ever has, and it was causing an immense physical response at each and every little touch of your contact. His nerves on high alert by the unfamiliar sensations. It getting especially bad as soon as you started to add some tongue on his neck, teasingly nipping and sucking at his most sensitive spots.
Your tongue was doing wonders on Miles, swirling around on his body and teasing him, making him crave more. At that point, he just wanted more. More... more and more. Miles lost all sense of reality in his desires, he could only feel the sensation of your hot tongue, soothing him like a warm bath. He let out a low moan of pure delight as you pressed your body against him. Your movements were absolutely intoxicating. Your skin was warming up against his coat, almost feeling like fire and your scent was irresistible. He let you do whatever you wanted, letting you dig your nails into him as you held yourself in his embrace. Miles had completely lost control over his actions, his mind being too caught up with this overwhelming sensation.
âA-Ah...~â He whispered, his voice sounding like an animal's mating call âYou're... destroying... me...â His voice sounded like a desperate plea, almost losing himself to the overwhelming desire taking over his body. Milesâ entire face twisted in pure lust, like a wolf feeling the warmth of a female in heat. His muscles became tight as he attempted to hold himself back, but all of a sudden he gave in to your seducing embrace. âPlease... please...â He whispered with a deep voice, unable to form a proper sentence âMore...â
As your caressing continued, Miles begins to whimper even more. He tries to reach his arms up towards your shoulders, wanting to hold you, but his arms just remain around you for now. His low and quiet grunts grow louder, as he can hardly contain himself at this point. He can't even think straight anymore as his brain has been completely hijacked by pleasure and desire. âM-My God. Your body is like a damn heatwave against my coat...â
The fox was losing himself in this moment, but it was only increasing the amount of desire he felt. Your body warmth was giving the effect of a heatlamp right now as your bodies began to slightly perspire. He felt like it was summer right now, as it seemed like time was going a lot slower since he just wanted this moment to last forever. He was losing all sense of reputation, self-control, and modesty, as he continues to let his primal instincts take over this exact moment. And he couldn't help but let out a âmnggh..â as soon as one of your hands travelled over from his tall frame, towards the back of his neck. Some of your fingers pressing into his skin in order to try and keep yourself balanced.
Miles was completely out of it; his senses were absolutely destroyed. Your fingers sensually digging into the back of his neck was making him moan and groan, with you leaving his neck with beautiful red marks. He could feel himself beginning to drip in anticipation. He was... completely, utterly, hopelessly, hooked.
As your hand left the back of his neck and traced a path down his spine, his entire body began to tremble from the sudden touch. He let out a shuddering moan, his breath catching in his throat as he gulped for air, feeling his heart thump even faster than before. All of these touches, so affectionately... They were like a drug that had taken over his entire system. His arms wrapped around you and held you in place, so he could feel even more of you. His grip was tightening slightly, his fangs beginning to bite down on his lip.
The boy who was previously very cold and calculating, was now releasing small noises of pleasure, like that of a young puppy crying out to its mother while being fed. Miles seemed completely enthralled by your caresses, as your fingers traced along his skin and your body pressed firmly against him. His breathing was getting increasingly shallow and uneven, making the him completely lost in the sensation of your warmth and intimacy. Your scent made him lose control of himself, as he began to purr into you.
And it seems that the longer Miles gets showered with your affection, the more attached he felt himself becoming, and the harder it is for him to stop. He lets out a small grunt and leans his head closer to yours, wanting your lips to touch his again for just one more moment. He's never been such a mess up until this point, he just didn't care about anything except for what you were doing to him at this very moment. He just didn't want you to stop. His mind was completely flooded with love and lust, just the thought of you touching him more like this made him feel like he was floating through the air. His mind felt like it was filled with pure endorphins.
But as soon as you began standing on your toes, trying to get to his level of height, it resulted in his crotch unintentionally rubbing onto yours. The heat began to get into his head, Miles started to feel himself tense up and twitch uncontrollably as he starts to breathe in sharp, short breaths. He was now sweating heavily and his face was a bright shade of red by that point. He was holding in the loudest moans in his life, but struggles to keep it all in. His knees were beginning to shake so much after, until he finally lets out a long sigh and slumps over on you, submitting.
You were doing whatever you wanted and Miles was completely okay with that, he absolutely loved it. He was on the verge of madness, the amount of bottled up desire, need and happiness he was feeling was beyond comprehension. He was trembling so much that it was like every bone in his body was about to pop, his entire brain feeling like it was about to melt any second now. He was barely in control of his own body anymore, he let himself fall completely into your grasp.
Milesâ breathing was heavy and his lips were parted slightly, his words sounding like a breathless moan âAnything ...I'll do anything you want...â As his words came out, he leaned forward and pulled you to his chest, his body shaking so hard it looked like he was having a seizure. He whispered in your ear, his voice hoarse like an animal in heat, something not too surprising considering the current circumstances for him.
âI'll even... let you... be the top...â he murmured in a silent, seductive voice. Breathless as he let out yet another quiet whine filled with need, looking at you from the side with literal hearts in his eyes. Allowing himself to be swallowed in your temptation as soon as you whispered the final words in his ear.
hi omg would you be able to do a smut nine x reader hcs??? i love how u tend to make the reader dominant, i'd love if in these hcs nine is suchhh a sub but tries to deny it and act dominant when really he so isn't... by smut it can range from heavy making out/suggestive to full on smut idm, whatever u can think of :3 (if ur gonna do full on nsfw can nine eat out the reader pls pls (afab reader)) tysmmm !!!!
Nine NSFW Headcanons
Nine x Reader
Suggestive+NSFW Headcanons
Short Concept
Author's note: pfft- Nine would be making sounds that havenât even been discovered by science yet
Both reader+character are of legal age or aged-up for obvious reasons in this post!
These are smut headcanons, read at own risk. dom!Reader+sub!Nine ⢠Partly !Female!Reader ⢠1/2 eating his darling out [Fem!reader] ⢠Breast foreplay ⢠Marking ⢠Biting/nipping ⢠Drooling/Salivating ⢠2/2 making out session [Gender-neutral!reader] ⢠Gagging ⢠You basically shove your tongue down his throat
- ½ Nine eating you out
I honestly just enjoy the idea that Nine is already quick to get hormonal and in the mood. But he gets in heat especially quick when you get a little too whiny and pouty. I just imagine you whimpering for one single time and his whole body would tense up, pressing his legs together and biting away at him bottom lip to the point it almost splits. Trying to keep himself from getting ...hard from something as simple as a subtle mewl. He is so weak towards you, your emotions and the way that you feel to the point any sense of self control can go out of the window. When you're showing signs of being turned on and when he can quite literally smell your arousal, he's gonna have to fight tooth and nail to not get aroused himself.
This is certainly not something that would have too much of an improbability of happening. As you see, the thing about Nine is that he can already be quite lustful in general due to his bottled up frustrations. Now add on several years of isolation from other creatures and you have a boy who hasn't satisfied his primal urges and inner desires for literal ages. But you can make all his anger, frustration and self-hatred turn into a desperate need and craving for you. You could enjoy taking away any sort of dignity and prideful nature that he has left when the intimacy gets to that point, before giving some of it back through your praise after the ordeal. You'd absolutely know him and his vulnerable spots good enough for you to really set him off, because at the end of the day, you'd always have him begging for more.
You could start off a bit simpler before allowing him to eat you out like that, but still feed into his uncontrollable horniness for you. You can begin with giving Nine the opportunity to touch your chest with his mouth, something despite with his shy embarrassment and hesitance, it being something he just couldn't say no to. You could just sit there and lean back all smugly, while Nine's on his paws and knees infront of you, shivering and head hanging down as he shakily reaches out to one of your breasts, fighting his dripping arousal from staring at your bare and exposed chest alone.
But that's a point of no return ...and to take it to the next level. After that heck of a fest Nine had with drooling all over your boobies, he'd definitely be more open and quick to agree to foreplay that includes him pleasing you in some manner, because ultimately, it really pleases him as well. Not only because your body shape and appearance triggers something inside of him, but because you trust him with your body. And that's how you two got to oral fixation, something Nine would want to think about it for a little while. I mean. HIS mouth?? DOWN there??? Though he would be lying if he wasn't intrigued by the idea. The way you excitedly spoke about it in detail got him excited too... And so, he would cave within under a week at max. Even with his denial, he would absolutely be the most eager in the ENTIRE world for that little taste of your bottom half and he would absolutely make sure that he wouldnât let you down and leave you unsatisfied under any circumstance
And as soon as he gets one of the tips in his mouth, he could start to feel himself melt. It's just the softest and most squishy flesh he's ever felt in his life. His mouth would start watering the longer your breast is inside of him, and his saliva would slowly begin to seep all over your skin. He'd have his self-control at first, but it wouldn't take long before he'd needily start licking his drool over every inch of your chest as if trying to mark it. He'd be all over you and goes completely feral as soon as he feels your nipple hardening against his moist tongue, as he'd let out a soft moan while feeling that change in texture. Nine's tongue would just swirling around your chest, with his body shivering and trembling with every lick and swirl. Heâd glance up at you with those pleading puppy-dog eyes for approval while you just look down at him with such a cheeky grin.
Nine would absolutely be reaching for your fluids like itâs a bottle of fresh water in the middle of the Sahara, heâs never wanted to try anything more in his whole life than he wants to have your sweet nectar right now. He would become so desperate and overstimulated that every second heâs away from it would seem like an eternity... and he'd just want the volcano to erupt in his mouth. If you could easily control yourself and just not let your climax happen. No matter if it's for the sake of teasing him or just having the self-control, this would only drive Nine further into going berserk. His entire existence would become centered around having that release in him one day, tasting you like you're the last meal on Mobius.
Nine would desperately try to keep his calm and pretend that he wouldnât absolutely go crazy if he actually had a taste. Heâd absolutely be in a huge need for more of you and itâd be such a spectacle. His face all red with him basically panting over you. And as soon as he'd even start, Nine wouldnât be able to focus on any single thing at all. His senses would be completely overwhelmed from everything thatâs going on because heâs not used to this kind of stuff at all. Even as he's the one eating you out, his own junk cannot help but keep pulsing as he continues doing it. He'd get a bit impatient and would really want more attention to be brought to his privates, so he might just start touching himself in the duration of the moment... which would definitely make him more vocal, even with his tongue in your folds. You could look down with amusement as he plays with himself, all while his needy moans begin echoing through the entrance of your body.
But Nine always seems to remain on high alert on what's happening to you physically. If you just so happened to let out any grunts or moaning noises, those sounds would go straight to in-between his legs. Any noise that indicates that you're enjoying yourself would definitely keep him going... Even if you're just breathing funnily, he'd get an adrenaline boost that motivates him to become more sensual with the movements of his tongue, getting more desperate to make sure to never fail you in this matter.
Though if you were the type to start squirming all over the place with his mouth still on you. Or if you were to rock your hips back and forth into his tongue, that's when he would just crumble and lose it. You'd just be using his tongue to make yourself feel good, something that turns him on so much more than he'd ever believe it would. His body would be going haywire and he would start gently biting and nipping on your most sensitive nerves to try and get even more of your juices, his tongue would be doing absolutely everything that it possibly could because heâs never been this aroused in his entire life. It would be a scenario that he will absolutely never get over and which he'd be utterly desperate to experience once again.
- Making out sessions
The thing about all of this that's the most exciting is just how absolutely convinced Nine is in his disliking towards being so vulnerable and in a submissive position, and yet he would be so incredibly needy for more. Even if there are moments where he doesn't enjoy being under your command, he would be begging you to continue, begging you to kiss him deeper, to go further than he's ever been, all for you. He must feel intimidated by how submissive he is around you, he must feel intimidated by how vulnerable you makes him feel, but he just can't stop, just can't stop wanting more of you and your sweet tongue.
The kisses that you give Nine is certainly something that manages to keep his on his toes. Though your pecks are as innocent and sloppy as it can be, every very time your mouth is on his, you manage to take control and shatter his mind little by little through the heat of the moment. You're always so teasing... pulling out and taking it back as soon as Nine is shown enjoying himself, keeping him so needy and so utterly horny for more while you feed him these little crumbs. As soon as you're slowly pressing your tongue to the back of his throat, you should purposely roll up your tongue as it's sliding down the back of his mouth. You'd have Nine gag at times with ease while his eyes keep rolling back with just how overstimulated he's getting. And with how teasing and playful you're being through the kiss, there's no way he'd be capable of keeping in his loud, pleading moans. He'd love the sensations so much but would feel so shameful for enjoying it as much as he does.
But at that point he would 100% be loudly begging for you. Crying out for more and more, for you to keep using your tongue on him because his brain is too overwhelmed with the intense pleasure heâs receiving to even really think about anything else other than how amazing it feels. I can picture him crying and sobbing, maybe even begging with you to take him to your room. He would become obsessed with that tongue of yours if you just kept it going for long enough.
He would have no choice in the matter, you would absolutely force him to look you right in the eyes as his vision blurred and his whole body trembled in a way he never thought possible. It would be so intense he'd think he was having a seizure. He would still find a way to keep trying to lock his eyes on yours to contain some sense of dominance, but his head would just be going back and forth, his tongue desperately reaching for yours whenever you pull back, needy to taste you again with his eyes rolling back and trying his absolute hardest to not explode. He couldnât last much longer at that point, his body eager to betray him and his mouth and tongue would be yours further upon that point.
The poor bastard would look like heâs being electrocuted, the moment heâd try to maintain eye contact heâd just go cross eyed. Heâd be completely and utterly broken at this point. As soon as you release him and let go, heâd be a puddle on the ground with his mouth wide open and eyes rolled, just mumbling absolute nonsense while you gaze down at him. A lovestruck, heart-filled look in his eyes as soon as he manages to get back to Earth Mobius. Iâd be genuinely surprised if he could even recognize his own name at that point because heâs just been reduced to a drooling puppy who wants to satisfy you.
Something you'll have to make sure he keeps doing with his bratty bottom energy
This is a smut fic, read at own risk. dom!Reader+sub!Fukase ⢠Pegging ⢠Degrading behaviour ⢠Mocking ⢠Overstimulation ⢠Harsh+Rough treatment ⢠Jealous and/or frustrated reader ⢠Masochism ⢠Salivating/Drooling ⢠A singular climax
No continuation for this one :( I apologise, darlingsđ
Fukase had no idea how he even got here. He was bending over the table like you ordered him to, his chest pressed over the wooden top. The only thing supporting him being his arms muscles that currently felt like jello anyway. He was completely and utterly vulnerable ...but in his defense, who wants to behave disobedient to an angry partner?
He was so caught up in this feeling, he felt like a completely new character. In this scenario, he wouldn't even dare say no to you, he felt so... small, he wasn't used to this feeling. But the feeling wasn't something he was opposed to. He wanted to make it up to you, so badly. âM-make it..make it up to... to...â His thoughts were running away faster than he ever could. He had no idea why he loved having no power over the situation.
Fukase's breathing got so loud that it was like he was breathing fire. This felt so unbelievably good for him that he just had no words left for it. The more you pushed him around, the more sensitive he became to your dominant nature. The more sensitive he became, the more aroused he felt. He really is extremely sensitive to arousal at that. It is almost like he's a button you know you shouldn't press, but you really want to know what happens when you do. His curiosity couldn't help but get the best of him, as he glanced up at you with puppy-dog eyes despite you telling him not to.
He quickly turned away and readjusted himself to his original position as soon as you glanced at him in warning, a shiver going down his spine and his blood running cold at the sight. That dildo was fucking huge, can the real deal even get that big!?
You slammed your hands on each side of the table next to him, making him flinch and yelp out in surprise. You leaned in closer to his body, making him twitch slightly with growing arousal as your chest came in contact with his back and you started purring in his ear. âIt is quite... Ahem sizeable if I may, wouldn't you agree? Much larger than yours, Fuka~~â you taunted passive aggressively as you squeezed one of his cheeks, as if you were babying him. But Fukase wasn't even focused on your mocking bait, as he instead freaked out as soon as you lowered your hand with the toy, getting it closer to his bottom half.
Was THAT supposed to go up the booty?????
âWait wait waitwaitwaitwait WAIT-!! H-hold on just a second-!â He pleaded, his tone getting more high-pitched and tiny as he got a good view on that huge dildo you held in your hand. Where was that thing supposed to go in??? Cause not in here!
âI've seen you in enough relationships with boys to know that you're an expert at this!â you spat sourly, the tip of the rubber phallus teasing his entrance with not a speck of hesitance visible in your eyes. Fukase stuttered âI--â but immediately gasped and felt a small panic starting to arise within himself as he felt you brush it up against his hole. His entrance immediately stiffened and tensed up, closing in on itself tightly as it tried to refrain the phallic base from entering. But his attempts were very quick to be proven futile.
As this did not stop you, in fact.
âNONO WAIT--LISTEN LISTEN---!!â
Fukase cried out loudly as you pounded the toy inside him with no warning nor even easing him into it, roughly pressing it in as deep as you could without getting your fingers dirty. His tense rectum initially trying hard to keep the rubber from going in any further, but still failing regardless due to your forceful moves. He sobbed in pain as he could feel his insides split apart, forcing his eyes shut tightly as he clenched his jaw. His teeth felt as if they were going to break and crumble to dust with how hard he was biting down on them, and he already felt tears forming into both of his eyes due to the painful sensation.
Despite your sour mood, you cracked a grin as soon as your hand bumped with his butt. Having to use a lot of force right there due to how tight he still was, but it was manageable on your end. Fukase just kept on gasping out and taking deep breaths to try and ease the high pressure, a tear slipping from his eyes as he tried squirming around as much as he could, but you made sure to keep him put. You had no content to actually be merciful on him, but you weren't gonna let him be in pain during the whole thing. It would become boring... You just giggled darkly.
âI am not a monster, Fukase. Just perhaps a demon in bed, but that's a tale you'll experience for yourself another dayâ you pushed him down further onto the table, keeping his body still and making it difficult for him to move. âI am gonna wait to have you adjust yourself a little. Thoughtful advice would be to let your body relax on me..~ Unless if the sore pumping is something your masochistic ass is into.â you sneered.
âOnly thing I suggest is that you don't get me impatient.â
He heard you correctly this time, you gave your warning. You let out a titter at his heavy breaths, as he tried his best to not sob out again. His tears began to dry and he wasn't trembling as much, only an occasional limb twitch now noticeable. You softly hummed, leaning over his back and creating your shadowed silhouette over his frame. But your sudden adjustment also accidentally caused the toy to press deeper into his folds, causing him to whimper. You watched him lay down, staying still to try and ease his body into it.
You figured he had calmed down on you by now, and immediately took your shot. With no caution, you pulled the rubber phallus right out of him, which immediately caused a gasp to escape his throat. Rubbing his walls on the way out as you only left the tip inside. But before he could react any further, you rammed it back deep inside of him instantly after, causing a loud moan to escape from Fukase's lungs. Still tight, he forced his eyes shut once again... Knowing this was only the start.
âDon't worry..~ I'll force you wide open.â you chuckled darkly as you began doing the same thing to him. Pulling the toy out to his anal canal, before violently jamming it back in, as you found yourself a pace. Fukase cried out every time you slammed back, his cheeks now drenching in tears. His body sent towards the table with every singular push, as he groaned and sobbed out with pain and discomfort constantly. He really tried to hold himself back, but couldn't do it... an already small erection starting to form on his front.
Fukase's face was beet red with embarrassment, as his painful groans were quick to turn into pleasured mewls and moans, incapable to keep his own mouth shut. He already felt fluids leaking down from his hard meat, but didn't have any access to it whatsoever, much to his displeasure. He desperately began rubbing himself up and down against the side of the table, moaning as it hit his pelvis. But it was honestly nothing in comparison to what was going on on his backside
No remorse in your movements as you harshly plugged the toy out of his used hole before forcing it back in again, creating a certain tempo as you knew exactly how and where to hit it to make him scream out your name. Every push seemed to be rougher and deeper than the last, making Fukase's toes curl every time it got reverted back inside of him. The piece of rubber was noticeably getting clammy and warmer with every single pump, it becoming more oozy and gross as you continued abusing his folds with it.
âYou're tainting the rubber, you filthy mut.â You mocked with disgust. In which all Fukase could do was release a pitiful moan of shame in response. He was beyond the point where he was able to even think. His mind was just a black screen with a little white dot in the middle. Not even a full blown thought. Just the sheer amount of love and pleasure that he was receiving kept his mind occupied. He was shaking like mad and just wanted to stay there like that forever. He was ready to beg for more, he just wanted it to keep going. He wanted you to keep on pushing him over the edge. And ohh boy... sure you did.
As soon as you forced it deep enough to hit his prostate, he arched his back as he attempted to moan out for you, mouth wide open. But it was only a series of breathless and lustful gasps at this point. The saliva was dripping down his lips, with some of the drops falling onto the table. Getting lost in the feeling of being completely dominated.
Fukase was going through every emotion possible, he was so deep within your control. He was on absolute edge of his sanity, he felt as if this went on any longer, he would be completely destroyed. His legs were twitching and he was moaning and shivering like crazy. You were absolutely insane and your eyes were like flames as they burned into the back of his head. Fukase was like a puppet who had his strings cut, and you were the puppeteer, doing whatever you pleased with him without any mercy.
He was already in so much overstimulation... and you were still continuing. He was absolutely speechless at just the sheer amount of euphoria yet dread he was receiving, this was an absolute joyride. He was basically just a piece of play dough in your hands. And you were playing around with him in all ways imaginable until you felt satisfied with him. Until he learned from his punishment. He started to feel completely numb to the touch, and he had almost lost all sense of time and space. At this rate, he just wanted to be a tool for you to play with. It felt incredible.
His voice is all but lost to the moan-like noises that he is making. The rhythm was just perfect for his liking. Not too fast, not slow. Perfect. He was already close to his limit, and the feeling of his dripping pre dribbling down his thighs made him want to explode. He was too far in this to care about anything anymore. The only thing that mattered to him right now was nothing more than pure lust, and he was living every second of it.
He was completely lost in the moment. All he could do while you did the dirty work was moan and grunt loudly. He was breathing heavily and sweating a lot like he just got the best cardio workout in the history of the world. But that was honestly far from the truth. Fukase barely even had any form anymore, he was just a blob of raw pleasure. You could do absolutely anything to him and he'd feel it ten-fold. Every movement you made already sent him over the edge. Every time he thought that he had reached the peak, you kept on pushing him over the edge even more.
His eyes kept rolling back as he lets out those loud, long, pleading moans. His body shaking violently from your motions, with his body language indicating that he's about to finish soon. He tries to remain as quiet as he can, but it just becomes impossible. Every time you thrust the toy deeply back into his body, his back slightly arches and his eyes start rolling at everything he was receiving. More liquid began to dribble from the tip of his groin to down his thighs, as he desperately grinded his meat against the table he was bending over.
His eyes were filled with tears of need and how unimaginably good it felt. He was barely able to even open his eyes to see what you were doing to him, his entire face covered in his own spit. His body was being squeezed so hard, like he was going to completely consume that toy. Fukase's mouth was wide open and his head hung back as you kept ramming him. His frame jammed tightly between the wooden table and your hands.
A pound audible with every thrust as he gets bonked against the furniture, every time his body collides with the table by your rough treatment. His tongue was hanging out with his moans so loud they could break the sound barrier. He was completely helpless right now and he loved being in this position. He absolutely loved having his foul mouth being shut up by brute force.
His desire to hold back and urge to last longer broke down further and further every second, the dam was close to overflowing and he knew it too. But his resilience frustrated you to an extent as well... Yet you knew exactly what to do to make the barriers break and to never have them recover again. You rammed it deep inside of him causing Fukase to throw his head back into your chest before a loud cry erupted from his vocal chords.
But as you so suddenly ripped the whole toy out of his sore body immediately after, he yelped out in surprise with his eyes opening wide in shock, but instantly ended up rolling back into his head from overstimulation. The shock causing the plug that held him back to be removed, a long and hoarse moan of satisfaction literally coming from the pits of his stomach as he released this huge build-up climax over the side of the table and all over himself. You could hear it literally dripping on the floor as the sticky semen was now pouring from his body. Letting out gaspy moans every time another blob of release shot out of his cum-covered junk. As just more kept coming out.
Fukase's orgasm was the hottest, sweatiest and most loud thing that one could ever imagine. That was the kind of thing you would want to put a volume slider on, but you literally just couldnât with how vocal he's always been during intimate situations like this. He was just laying on top of the table at this point, his whole mind consumed with nothing but those sensations, like a pure animal devoid of any human thinking. He was shaking and quaking, his eyes struggling to not roll back again as he tried recomposing from his high. His face was flushed bright red with the literal heat coming off of him, he was barely even breathing from that mind blowing release.
You got your prize. You were successful in actually claiming your rizz-stuffed boyfriend for once, he was a complete mess. His body was quivering, he was completely wet, and his moans were now almost nonexistent... which filled you with dissatisfaction. All sense of "holding back" went straight out of the window, you pushed him back over the table, making him bend over for you.
âA-ah!â Fukase cried out as he was against the table and held in place by your upper thigh, placing him in a submissive position all over again. His arms and hands were still keeping himself up with difficulty, but he was tempted to just plant himself down onto the wooden table and let you have your way again. Making himself comfortable by submitting while you absolutely ruin him from behind... The idea was just so very exciting to him.
He felt himself getting needy...
Your cold fingers suddenly started brushing up against his neck, making it feel as if he was just touching ice. He started to try and squirm a bit, only to get restrained by your other thigh, your eyes piercing right into the back of his head with that damn smirk on your face. He started whining to you, hoping you'd at least go a little bit easier on him this time. âp-please... I wanna...â
You were dangerous like this... and you knew it. You really knew how to use your charms to make someone completely surrender. âplease what, darling?â you teased as you got up even closer towards him, your fingernails scraping over his skin as you knew you were getting him more and more riled up like this. You pitifully scoffed at him.
âPsshh... What now? How's my sweet, wittle boy feeling? I thought you wanted to exhale and take a breather, huh~?â Fukase couldn't handle it anymore. Your warm breath tickling him on the back of his head with your fingers on his neck starts to bring his focus back to your face. The more you rub your thumb across his spine, the more he squirms in pleasure. He was starting to go insane. âWhat are you trying to do?! I can't take this much longer! I-I-I can't handle this!â He starts to pant like a dog while his muscles tense up as you gave him a teasing grin.
Fukase was already a panting mess again with just your words, and being on the border of drooling all over you so easily really drove him over the edge. He was still sweaty and overstimulated from the previous round... But it didn't take long before he started breathing quickly, his arousal returning and his little yelps so vocal again that one wrong move might wake up the entire house. There was nothing else that he wanted from life right now than to satisfy you. He was completely and utterly in love. âk-knnng...â
Fukase had practically begged for one thing, and it wasnât mercy. He couldnât even bring himself to even ask for it, nor did he want it. He watched with desperation as you lowered the toy, his breath catching in his throat as it got close to his entrance again. The anticipation filled him as his body yearned for more, his legs starting to spread out for better access. But you⌠you teased him again. The tip of the dildo was right on the doorway, but it didnât go in just yet.
Even as you began moving it back into his anal canal, so very slowly... Fukase couldn't help but grow impatient and groan out his frustrations. The tip was literally inside of his ass but you kept it as still as a rock after that?? This was torture..! Fukase grit his teeth with heavy breaths as he began to move his hips backwards into the toy, some not-so-muffled and needy moans slipping from his tongue as it went deeper inside of him. But he was still very unsatisfied with his attempts of getting those sensations back and he was honestly ready to start beg-whining with you to start the rhythm again.
Any pride and sense of dignity meant nothing to him as this point, as he looked up at you with pleading eyes, all embarrassment gone from his spirit. But you weren't willing to give him that satisfaction, as you slipped the toy further out of him in warning. Which immediately resulted in a pathetic whimper leaving Fukase's throat, tears threatening to form in his eyes again as he began losing the stimulation. âs-stop ...stop teasinnnm-AH b-please...â His thighs ached as he pushed his lower half higher up towards you, his ass close to being up in your face, trying to tempt you. It was like watching a she-cat in heat pulling up their tail infront of a male, just eagerly waiting to be bred with. It was beyond pathetic, really.
Not wanting to give into his pathetic pleading and pathetic moans, you didn't hesitate to tease his body some more. Instead of getting him rabid by harshly ramming him with the toy like you had before, you wanted to get him far past of just being needy and desperate for more. And so, you began rotating the toy inside of him, painfully slowly... which didn't take long to bait out a reaction, as the boy began letting out short and loud gasps at the rotation against his rectum, arching his back at the feeling. It being no surprise that Fukase felt even more horny after you practically started tickling him and his nerves from the inside out. He moaned and groaned loudly, he was being taken to all of those extreme levels again. His brain was literally flooded with every bit of dopamine and serotonin it could make
âMm-nmgghh...â Fukase was feeling all kinds of emotions and feelings that he didn't even know his he was capable of feeling. His body was completely at your mercy as soon as you started making those circle motions inside of him. He became more aggressive with his movements as he lunged his entrance further into the piece of rubber, forcing it deeper into himself before pulling the toy back to his anal canal. The thrusting of his body movements growing more fast and hasty as he kept it up for a good minute, moaning out lustfully each time it hit his prostate.
You found it humourous, if not utterly pathetic as you watched him screw himself from behind with the toy. You weren't even doing anything special with the thing and yet he was already dragging your name all the name down with it. Any sort of overstimulation was welcome, and Fukase felt like he was in heaven and hell at the exact same time. His hair was a mess, his face as red as his literal hair and he was salivating all over himself like a drooling dog. He still laid across the table, knowing he wasn't allowed to move in the slightest. His fingers were shaking and twitchy as he desperately held at the table sides for support, scratching at the wood in need. Having no distinct way to express his desires other than scraping with his nails and pervertedly moaning out for you
He weakly glanced over at you with his blank eyes, barely even capable of keeping himself stabilized. You had completely took his mind, body and soul away from him in the most addictive and pleasurable way possible.
He had no way of going against this any longer. Fukase was already an addict to your "services".
â˘â˘ Julius the Dressmaker showing his s/o affection and care please
Julius the Dressmaker affection Headcanons
Julius Doherty x Reader
Fluff+Partly suggestive Headcanons
Short Concept
Character + Artwork by Sanityshorror
Authorâs note : I tried keeping the slight suggestive content in there due to it being in the request itself, but I feel guilty to say that Julius unfortunately wasnât in my intimate list to begin with and I'm not confident in myself when writing actual NSFW Headcanons for him, sorry! =( I still do hope you enjoy, however~âĽď¸
You should consider it a real treat when this man goes out of his way to take care of you. Because on a regular basis he would be the one who demands the attention and special treatment, even though he behaves dismissevely oblivious and assures you must be mistaken about your sentiments. But you know your lover good enough to know he just feels shameful about his needy and commending pillow prince behaviour and the riskful threat to his ego if he were to recognise that fact. He's one heck of a sucker for physical intimacy and words of reassurance behind closed doors. Though I can, however, see him acting like the complete opposite when out in the open, as if he already despises the mere idea of being coddled and babied. Perhaps a statement that would tone down whenever a private area is accessible, but he has a strict reputation and outer image to keep up with-!
He may be quite a busy man with a sharp eye for his business, but that absolutely doesn't mean he won't make time for you. Even if it may sound surprising, it's actually something he does all of the time; cancelling plans and a bunch of appointments he had in his schedule just in replacement of spending some meaningful time with his little dove. Even if it just were to be something as simple as an occasional night of making love. Every minute he spends with you is very valuable to him, and he would genuinely want to try his best to show you that through ways that doesn't even require direct confessions or in a sense of admitting of his vulnerability towards you. Still feeling this hesitance and a hint of insecurity with the idea of handing his emotions over to you on a silver platter.
Your relationship with Julius, besides the bond you have found with one another, is also partly built on sexual desire and sensibilities. In the moments you two spend together, you're both likely quick to stand to more intimate things than just wholesome cuddling. You'll find yourself being seduced and flirted with constantly, which has a big possibility of eventually ending up with you two losing eachother in the other's eyes, your bodies intertwined while trying to find the deepest core of your partner's love.
Though Julius also finds himself feeling more emotional and trusted with the relationship after the deed has been done, and is more open to showing you the affection from his heart. So these would usually have a bigger chance of occurring after an act of sensual intimacy or intercourse, prideful on the idea how he wants to seem like the one in control after something so meaningful and important. When realistically, he really just wants to make sure he hasn't been too rough with you and wants to see if you're alright. He knows he can get a bit rough in the heat of the moment and doesn't want you to be left hurting and sore. Holding you close to his chest and occasionally massaging your inner thighs as you're all up close to him, whispering praises into your hair while you're probably already drifting off from stimulation.
When you're in a state of discomfort or physical displeasure, he also tries to be as cautious as he can about your frailty and how you feel; especially when knowing you're more corporeally capable of getting hurt or fall ill from sickness due to being mortal, unlike himself. Though Julius also adores his lover with his whole heart, and despite facading his worry and seeming nonchalant about your aching frame, he's quick to suggest solutions to make you feel better. To a point where you don't even have to ask for anything, because the man is all ready to top-service pleasure you and your body to fight off the irritation with all he has ...as long as you don't mention the efforts he went through for you, as he can get embarrassed~
Being a demon, he is a very powerful and complex entity who are known to scare off threats with the snap of a finger. But when it comes to his self-esteem, it is sadly said, very very nonexistent when it comes to Julius. He cannot help but doubt his abilities to protect you from time to time. Especially damage that would rather count as emotional harm and mental damage in more severe occasions, specifically what can remain permanent under the worst circumstances.
Heâs seen paralysis and nerve damage through his many years of killing before, and he would absolutely never wish that upon his beloved. And as he sometimes happens to grow more paranoid, he grows more protective of you too. Something that's already noticeable when you're doing something as simple as walking through the dark, crowded streets next to him; entangling your arm into his as he sometimes squeezes your limb between his muscles, almost in a similar manner as if he's fearful of you being tugged away from him. Becoming more defensive to keep you away from others and not at all hesitant to add somebody to his death list if they were implying, much less encouraging any funny business. Something he only sees himself as worthy of with you.
Author's note: I personally interpret Eepop as a male. But I am always willing to write for those who'd see her as a girl instead ;)) Just don't forget to mention which gender you'd think is more fitting if you wanna request for Eepop <3
Both reader+character are of legal age or aged-up for obvious reasons in this post!
These are smut headcanons, read at own risk. dom!Reader+sub!Eepop ⢠You're basically gonna step on him LOL ⢠Masochism on top of some more masochism ⢠Obsession ⢠Another sadism streak Reader ⢠Poor mental state ⢠Punishment ⢠Harassment ⢠Sexual fantasies ⢠Dirty talk ⢠Onomadek's abuse mentioned ⢠Degradation ⢠Climax mentioned â˘
I believe it's quite easy to say that Eepop is a rather submissive and meek person to be around. Even as a yandere with his nasty mentality, he would still be obedient to what you tell him ... probably even more so. Cause unlike usually being fearful of being hurt, in this state Eepop relishes in his pain. Years upon years of Onomadek's physical abuse, torturous abilities on the mental state and hostile behaviour having affected Eepop greatly in the head. You could literally make him bow down with the snap of a finger and that's not even all of it. You could walk all over him and he would absolutely love being under your heel. You could treat him like a personal footstool and he would still ask for more. You'd definitely have Eepop as a masochist because heâll be craving the idea of being physically dominated and hurt. If you were to step on a tiny insect next to him, it wouldn't take long for his body to react. Getting so shaky and aroused that heâd be seconds away from begging you to step on him too.
Oh, when this man proposes the idea, you should absolutely take your chance and do it too. I suggest you try remaining partly gentle about it though, as we're not necessarily here to cause any physical harm. But as long as you keep a high posture, basically threatening him with the sharp heel of your footgear, heâd be completely at your mercy in that situation. He would try to resist himself for a bit, try to ignore how turned on he is by you, try to ignore how much he wants you to continue. But eventually his breath would start becoming erratic, eyes half lid as he whimpers out your name while squirming.
But as soon as you brought the heels out he would probably be trembling all over, trying to plead with you to be gentler with him and not get his hopes up and then crush them. Like you would just constantly be walking around him, keeping him on edge by coming dangerously close to stepping on him but never actually doing it. And the sharp tip wouldn't even dig into him, but instead pinched in between his thighs as it's pressing his crotch. Which is treatment Eepop would go absolutely wild over. A person that can dominate him in every aspect but in such an oddly gentle way? A person that squeezes his crotch but doesnât dig their heel into his flesh? Eepop's mind would be utterly filled with the most erotic and sweet thoughts about you. And the fact that you couldn't even bother to look at him would make it even worse. You would have the capability to absolutely stomp down on him, but you may also actively just choose not to.
There would definitely be better options instead, like teasingly dragging your footwear across his face, tracing his jawline before sliding them down his body. Squeezing his rump as you apply the pressure to his hips, looking down at him with such an unimpressed gaze. Dragging your foot down his side like itâs nothing, your heel poking his skin like pins in a balloon. Youâd be able to hear a high-pitched yelp every time you moved it along his skin, his tail flinching and becoming stiff as it happens. And he would likely just freeze in place, not knowing what to do or knowing whether he could move or not, trying to act like it didn't sting a little bit.
I honestly cannot even imagine you putting your heel against his throat or near it and NOT having him be completely terrified and start frantically pleading with you like you hold his life in your hands. He would definitely be in shambles after a session like that, with the worst part being that he embarrassingly craves more of it. He would be pouring with desire, he would want nothing more than to please you. He would probably have to be force-fed water or he would dehydrate from how much he would be salivating. You would be able to do whatever you wanted with him like this and he would be a complete mess.
You should have absolutely zero shame with this boy. You could toy with his feelings and fantasies like a master, being the reason why his mind starts to fall apart like a house of cards. Holding even less respect for him if he were to fall onto his knees and moan for you to take advantage of his mind and body, at the verge of completely begging for you to do what you want with him and use him as a puppet. And I wouldn't even be surprised if you pushed him that far that he ends up releasing before the ordeal is even done, the white strings that squirt out of his body now ruining your footgear ...which would likely, understandably make you scoff in disgust. Your flirting turning more passive aggressive.
âYou would've preferred to empty your load inside of me instead, didn't you..~?â
âYou'd much rather prefer your meat to be buried deep within me and your sticky semen being shot and squirt into me like you were trying to overload me with your mark, wouldn't you?â
âI'm betting you would want to fill me up with your seed. ...Gross.â
A moment where you'd really just be playing along and feeding into those fantasies. Where in return his junk would keep twitching in excitement by just hearing it. Any sense of sanity draining from his face the longer you keep it up, as his tail begins to sway excitedly at this treatment. I can absolutely imagine his body having a similar reaction too, like his hips twitch up involuntarily, his breath shivers and quivers every time you even say something. His whole body spasming every now and again when you do this and you laugh and mock him for it. You'd be able to get him all kinds of riled up in the most suggestive ways possible. Just the mere thought of him hearing the things that you'd say to him and his body is just absolutely tingling with raw excitement and arousal.
Where in response you could be behaving so bipolar that you'd go from treating him like an angel and telling him âgood boyâ to looking down at his whimpering puppy-like face and calling him a filthy dog. But it's getting to a point where you're not even wrong for doing that, he is the filthiest boy of them all. He's so out of control that he deserves to be put down and punished. And this is when he'll start getting into the dirty names. I could easily imagine Eepop's body being sent into a state of pure primal hunger. You're playing with his fantasies and desires, teasing him with those sweet words and making his mouth water for more. Iâd bet that at some point heâd be trying to keep his mouth closed to prevent any saliva from dribbling out and down his chin, but his breathing would become more and more shallow as you continued to tease him.
His poor, poor eyes would roll back so much that he would be able to see the inside of his skull. It would be so much for him to handle that he would immediately become completely overwhelmed, turning into this twitching, drooling mess of a boy that's desperate for you to keep giving anything to him. It would be the biggest test to his willpower ever and he wouldnât survive it. He would simply give in and beg the entire time.
Where he'd honestly just have a whole mental breakdown at that point. Heâd fall to his knees and plead with you with tears in his eyes. Eepop would be at a low point like heâs never been in his entire life, he would be the most submissive and pathetic person in existence and he would absolutely want you to have so much power over him. Heâd be nothing but âgive me more of yourself, I want you to own me. I want you to make me yours. please... pleaseâŚâ and doing anything in order to get it. Heâs so weak and susceptible and you'd know exactly what you're doing to him. All your little comments and questions of degradation, the way you hold and present yourself, your voice, your body, your lips...
Author's note: my yan. Popee is an absolute punchable disgrace to deal with, but even he is not unbreakable. It's time to watch him crumble~
The separate headcanons for Yandere Popee will get more into detail about his bad behaviour and torment towards the Reader. So these might lack context for the most part.
Both reader+character are of legal age or aged-up for obvious reasons in this post!
These are partly smut headcanons, read at own risk. dom!Reader+sub!Popee ⢠Manipulative Reader ⢠Reader 100% has a sadistic streak ⢠Unhealthy power dynamic ⢠Toxic influence ⢠Abusive+Destructive behaviour ⢠Seduction ⢠Sexual fantasies ⢠Brainwashing(?) ⢠Obsession ⢠Masochism ⢠Degradation ⢠Swearing ⢠Harassment ⢠Invasion of privacy ⢠Anger issues/Pent up lust ⢠Assault ⢠Tongue making out ⢠Dirty talk ⢠Climax mentioned ⢠But it never actually leads to intercourse
This would certainly make for quite the dynamic. Popee, despite having an obsessive mentality driven by pure desire towards you, has been known to cause immense distress and discontent on your part. Purposely overstepping your boundaries, inflicting anguish and trying to put you in a bad light. Hating on you because you awakened these unknown emotions in him ...So much so that it would likely cause you to hold quite some resentment towards the boy with the bunny suit. Resentment you try releasing through some good old hate-flirting. You'd feel yourself craving more and more to bring out the worst in him, all the things that he's hiding and secretly feels ashamed of. And for someone like Popee with an ego the size of the Milky Way, that just makes the challenge extra irresistible to work on. While you can all imagine his reaction and denial as heâs forced to admit to himself that the one person he despises is the person he wants so badly.
You could literally destroy him from his heart, to his mind and it would cause him to become even more of a snobby bastard in general. Where he becomes even quicker to explode with his outbursts and lash out at Kedamono if he were to get that attached to you. Usually heâs such a loudmouth and he thinks he can never be phased with anything, he thinks heâs too powerful to be affected by anything. But you have the ability to absolutely break him, making him feel things beyond just anger from the power struggle and how you love to see him struggle to maintain control over you.
He 100% has a hate boner for you AND you 100% get off on teasing him. Just picture the mental gymnastics Popee would go through in his head as he desperately tries to convince himself that he hates this person while you can just have a ball teasing him and ruining his already broken ego. Which begs the question... for how long Popee could hold it together before he finally loses his cool and absolutely explodes on you. He has so much pent up anger in general and I feel like you could definitely be the one to set off the ticking time bomb inside of him.
Despite the tough exterior Popee wants to uphold, he is so goddamn sensitive and you could easily figure out that his tolerance for sexual activities is extremely low. Heâd be so turned on the moment you even touch him in any way, if you even accidentally brushed against him a certain way heâd start getting hard. And when your clothes get all clingy from the practice sweat, he wouldnât even be able to stand a chance. You could absolutely be feasting on his desperation and anger. You'd have this huge mountain of a man reduced to such an emotional and sexual mess that canât think of anything but YOU.
You should absolutely go as far to try and make him moan in public. Just a scenario of him rudely bossing his assistants around, before you just go upfront, all personal and touchy with him as you egg him on. You'd have him making all kinds of noises that a man shouldnât be making out in the open, you'd know how to push his buttons and you should not be afraid to do it either. The more heâs left broken and frustrated, the more he wants you. The more he denies his feelings, the harder he falls. He absolutely loathes the fact that he needs you, that he craves you in such manners. He might still act arrogant and prideful towards you but you just know he still contains those wet dreams that take him right back to square one.
You'd have the ability of being so very influential on him, he would be at the point where you would be able to make him do anything for you. Getting him all worked up and then leaving him to cool off by himself, before the cycle repeats itself. He would be cursing your name over and over in that tent, wishing that you were there to finish what you started. The thought of his quiet, furious little yells and moans of frustration from his tent would absolutely manage to crack you up, the way he would be so damn upset but so incredibly turned on at the same time. Because thatâs direct proof of just how bad he really wants you, he wants you so bad that he actually tears up over it while actively touching himself. He would absolutely be sobbing softly in his pillow after the entire ordeal is done, but deep down he wants it.
You can twist his hatred towards you into the most raging, uncontrollable amount of desire for you. And at some point he would absolutely lose it and end up begging you to use him. Just pure sin. Both of your relationship would most likely get so incredibly bad that just the idea of you spitting in his mouth when he did something you didn't like, hurting him or stepping on him and just placing your full weight on top of him would leave him feeling moist and sweaty. Heâd act like the idea of you stepping on him, sitting on his face, literally spitting on him, would be the most horrible thing imaginable... but the most embarrassing part would be how much heâd enjoy it deep down.
The more you humiliated him and treated him like garbage, the more he would begin to crave it. The more he would want you to degrade him, that would be the thing that would destroy who he is as a person. He would literally be your lapdog, but he wouldnât even realize that he was. Basically Popee would become a full blown masochist for you, yet refuses to acknowledge the fact that he's submitted to you completely and is practically begging on his knees to be used and broken by you.
There have definitely been countless of instances where he'd get in your tent uninvited in the middle of the night, either wanting to vent out his frustrations to you or insult you to make you feel bad. To which I imagine you would start make some subtle, teasing comments but they gradually get more suggestive and flirty; mentioning how suspicious it is to show up at somebody else's bed, alone, at night, when everybody's asleep and are less capable of hearing their surroundings. And when he finally catches on to your intentions, his confidence starts to drain and gets replaced by feeling more flustered and embarrassed as he desperately tries to hide the growing bulge in his suit, feeling his arousal grow with every word and tease that leaves your mouth. He would be trying so hard to ignore you, but you can see right through his desperate little attempts and just make further moves on him.
He's in your territory now.
But all of his efforts go right out of the window as soon as you get up close to him. Freezing up as soon as your hand reaches out to touch his jawline and before he knows it ...with your lips pressed against his. It would be such a satisfying yet unexpected moment as soon as your tongue slides in to tease the insides of his mouth, an activity Popee just wouldn't be able to reject. Which is a moment where Popee would immediately lose all of his self control and start groaning, fighting tooth and nail to keep his vocal chords as quiet as he can. The moment that your tongue touches him he would just become a little drooling, submissive, desperate wreck of a person. He'd even forget that he hates you in the heat of the moment. Hell, if it went on long enough, it would likely evolve into pleas to keep going, be rougher with him and go faster. Pleas to just absolutely go out on him.
His brain would be too overwhelmed and overloaded from all the intense feeling and sensations and pleasure that he just wouldnât be able to even think at all. Heâd be too busy focusing all that energy in trying not to moan and cry out for you, he would absolutely feel like he was being assaulted with how itâs almost too much for him. You would be so talented at making him struggle and squirm. And thereâs absolutely nothing he can do against you, as that tongue alone is enough to make him fall back in love with you. As soon as you pull back only to plunge it back in he would be completely disoriented, his eyes rolling back while heâs still moaning and barely able to even support himself. Which is something you shouldn't even be satisfied with at all, taste everything that big mouth of his has to offer and just keep on going until heâs a wet, messy, overstimulated little bitch.
You'd get him so deep into the rabbit hole that he would practically be begging on the ground for you, just for you to ignore him. You could be teasing him with your mouth, kissing him, biting him and just being absolutely filthy with him. And once heâs begging you to not stop, you should give him the most pathetic, pitiful, short little kiss on the forehead and just dismiss him like heâs nothing. You'd make him feel so dirty that as soon as you turn on that sadistic streak, he's basically your little plaything. The way that you would mock and tease him would make him want it so badly. Especially when being literal the reason that he ends up having such... unholy dreams with you in them. You would be the one to completely wreck him, all sense of pride and his dignity.
Which would be the best part honestly, seeing him absolutely breaking down and revealing his true feelings through his body language and physical responses. Heâd be so much more sensitive and weak during his intimate moments. His lips would become more plush and his body would look more fragile than normal. The way he moves would turn into something more meek and shy, similar to his mirror counterpart, Eepop. His breathing would become heavier as his eyes and tail would droop, he would completely become a different man when you're together in that sense. Because unlike his other companions who try their best staying on his good side, you're not at all afraid to call him out on his bluff. You know what he wants and you're not stepping back from mentioning his not-so-pure fantasies and mocking him for it.
Itâs such a humiliating thing for him to hear, that you would act so disgusted by the very thought of him wanting to breed you. Your dirty words would be sending red-hot shocks of pleasure through his body, making his entire body shake. Popee would just be so flustered, so utterly horny that he could barely even keep it together. And then his own fantasies start to make it even better... as his genitalia begins to drip in response to those very thoughts, thoughts that heâs so desperately trying to get rid of. This is exactly the type of humiliation that Popee would not be able to control at all. His legs would begin to twitch and his body would spasm with ecstasy, heâs desperate for so much more but heâs trying so hard to resist. Which is something that would infuriate him so badly.
Because even when looking at alternative options for release, a toy really isnât really going to get the job done either. He wants someone to actually dominate him, he wants to feel helpless, he wants to be put in his place. He wants to scream out your name and have no control over it. Something that isnât the real deal wonât quite work for him. Not to mention the fact that he isnât able to actually ask you for anything even remotely suggestive, but the fact that heâs begging you silently makes him feel beyond pathetic.
And honestly, this just sounds like an exact scenario where Popee would give up and start begging you to just take him already. His entire face would be red as a tomato at this point, there would be no more of that smestering contempt or smug smile on his face, just pure, raw, desperation. All of his pent up rage at you for your antics would just turn into complete lust and need. If you play along with his deeply hidden fantasies, you'd have him at your feet. You'd have him sobbing on all fours, just whining out for you to make those imaginations a reality for him.
Something you obviously won't comply with, atleast not yet... As you instead continue teasing him with the very dreams he thirsts after, emphasizing it in an unnecessary amount of detail and mentioning the empty what ifs if you were to allow him to go a step further with you. Getting him so unimaginably riled up that it reaches a moment with him begging and pleading for you to let him have a second to calm down and stop playing into his fantasies, to give him any semblance of relief. Popee would so desperately try to hide himself with his hands as his pre would slowly leak out of him, feeling so very shameful about it. But no matter what he did, heâs going to let some out eventually. He just wouldnât last, especially not with you baiting his constant arousal. If he began behaving like that, you would totally have to come up to him from behind and place your hands on his shoulders, pressing your body against his back all while while digging your fingers into his shuddering shoulders. But all it takes is just one single perverted whisper...
âYou don't last long, do you...~?â
You just know Popee would be putty in your hands if you did that. Heâd be breathing faster and faster and would likely be squeezing his own arm or something to try hard not to cum on the spot. His back would arch and his stomach would start clenching, heâd be making some cute, girly little sounds as you're all up close from behind. The desperation becoming more noticeable as you press yourself up against him even more and get a good view of his rear end from the position you are in. He would start to squirm and let out pathetic whimpers as he tries to hide exactly how much itâs affecting him. The things you can whisper in his ear would be the most intoxicating and humiliating things heâs ever heard in his entire existence. But even with his efforts, Popee just doesnât have the self-control to hold back.
He would totally throw his head back into your shoulder as his load dripped and leaked all over his legs. Where he would release so much it would just be pouring down his leg and onto the ground. His eyes would start rolling as he releases those gaspy moans in a heavy, quick manner while he trembles. All while you would just look at him with a bitchy smirk as he completely ruins his suit for you once again... just being the most embarrassing little thing around you. Even if you gave him permission to feel you up for being such a good boy for you, he would still be too much of a loser to do it right, in which you should totally just smack his hand away and reply with a âbad boy~â
It also just adds extra fuel to the fire that you're not the type to physically harm him at all, with your antics all just being teasing and immense mind games. The most aggressively physical you've ever gotten with him being by grabbing his chin to make him look at you, not able to recall any moment where you've actually caused him serious pain, with his experiences with you being pleasurable more than anything... Which really keep him on edge as you continue using your own little methods to make him impatient, giving these teeny tiny scraps of backhanded affection while he's basically dying from touch starving deprivation.
But you wouldnât even need to use any physical violence on him for him to break down and get what you want, you can just use every single dirty trick in the book and play him like a fiddle. You'd have him begging for punishment to the point where you wouldnât even have to lift a single finger, he would want it. I can imagine him finally giving in to you at some point, just falling into your charms and letting out those loud, desperate, begging moans for you. He would absolutely hate that heâs letting you do this to him, he would HATE the fact that you've turned him into your desperate, hormonal little slut.
Where he's gotten to a point where he would just willingly let you do all of that to him with no resistance because you've already broken him so badly mentally that nothing else could even break him further. Heâd already be so broken down that you stepping on him would be an absolute pleasure for him and his fragile mind. You could literally do whatever you please and he would accept it with open arms. His whole mind is already completely brainwashed and warped up in his own sick and twisted desires.
And thereâs no way heâd have the mental fortitude to do any stunt after realising what addictive hell he's brought upon himself.
Possessiveness ⢠Nine is so traumatized omfg- ⢠Eventual PTSD ⢠Age regression ⢠Overprotective behaviour ⢠Poor mental state ⢠Paranoia ⢠Emotional dependency ⢠Trust Issues ⢠Insomnia ⢠Violence
Pfft. If Nine wasn't already considered severely unhinged before, he most certainly will be right now. Oh how much terror the fox would feel in the pits of his stomach, the horror in his eyes, the helplessness in his heart. He most certainly would have never allowed this to even remotely come forward if he were the one to be in your presence. But... he wasn't. The whole team would have felt this immense sense of hesitance and dread to even tell him about it, having noticed his attachment and emotional bond towards you... and when the words slip from Sonic's mouth, not ready to test the nine-tailed foxesâ impatience, he cracks. And not just any regular burst of anger, he has a complete mental breakdown.
Nine will be nothing less than a ball of angst and fright at this point, something which he desperately tried to cover up with an infuriated facade, despite his evident worries from your abduction. But none of that would matter in the end, because he'd behave completely berserk one way or another. He doesn't dare rest or waste time for that matter until he can hold you in his arms again. Likely as soon as they reach The Chaos Council to try and bring you back... Nine would not hold himself back, still taken over by his violent meltdown. Instead of trying to avoid the Council's eyes and enemies that are in the way, maintaining a low profile as he'd say, he releases all of that pent up malice.
Though he'd leave many of the his robotic opponents onto the grounds ...torn to scraps by the fierce abilities of his mechanical tails, Nine would be surprisingly merciful to any living mobian for the sake of getting answers on where you're being held hostage. Because remember; although venting out some of his frustrations during the fight was equal to his hostility towards those who just so happened to be in his way, this mission is not and never will be about assassinating every enemy he comes across for the sake of just hurting them. It's all just to release you from The Chaos Council's grasp, take you back to his workshop where you rightfully belong ...bring you back to him. An objective and promise he will never allow himself to forget ever again after seeing your frightened face and body.
Even after he does get you back to the team, and he will no matter the costs or sacrifices he has to offer. But although you're back home, safe.... His paranoia will continue to linger and remain at its highest. Though the wounds you obtained through your abduction will eventually heal, his trauma of your kidnapping won't for a very long time. The side affects seemingly starts off small through your perspective, and you probably wouldn't even know how much it deep down affected him. Especially as the amber fox just seems to want to stick closeby you, seeking for comforting reassurance and some guidance to get himself back on the right track, which you more than understand and accept with open arms.
But what if I told you that he just got much, ...much more insane and delusional than you may think after you got taken away like that. It was like a newborn kitten being taken away from its mother right after birth, one whom he'd desperately cry out to and crawl after. To Nine, it wasn't just the idea of losing that happiness of having somebody to care about, but this also re-activated his defense mechanism to his past trauma.
Kill or be killed.
Nine's whole mentality practically returns to that of his younger self, almost similar to an age regression... You'd probably also notice the changes in demeanor, how he's practically almost behaving like a juvenile again. Decisions are made more so out of instinct rather than rational, logical thoughts. Which, to you, is something completely foreign and out of character for Nine.
His overprotective impulses would kick in at full force and he'd be quicker to lash out, along with his pessimistic mentality and stress being multiplied in the process, which is something his already poor mental state is absolutely not emotionally capable of handling. Even with you just not being in his eyesight can leave Nine with severe anxiety. His emotions are quicker to flow over, resulting in either anger outbursts or crying... And he practically treats you as if you were actively dying from a disease, constantly thinking of and mentioning the âwhat ifsâ.
There would be many restless nights where he wakes up in the middle of the night, teary-eyed after a dream vision or isn't even capable of drifting off into a slumber at all. The simple thought of you ending up hurt and scarred while he wasn't there to protect you keeps his nerves excessive and senses on constant high alert. Even just the consideration in itself can leave him in a condition of hysteria for the next half hour, unable to calm himself down. These sudden exchanges of panic making you realise just how inconsistent it is, as Nine was usually known as collected, self-assured... in control of the situation. Something you'd consider the other side of the coin of how he was operating at this very moment. A complete and sudden reverse swap in his very identity.
Making you pray... that this was a crutch you could hopefully help him grow out of
WRITE ME REDSON X MALE READER đ DID I DO IT GOOD NOW!????
Red Son General Headcanons
Redson x Reader
General+Fluff Headcanons
Authorâs note: Nuh uh you did absolutely TERRIBLEđĄ. I should just solve the problem and ban you from my account right now. You even went against my rules dipshi- [The requester and I are friends, don't cancel me]
Possibly OOC, but I tried. I had to depend on the wikipedia for information cause I've never even watched Monkie Kid to begin with. This was really just an exception for a friend of mine.
The level of priority towards reputation are often known to depend on a rank one was born into or the image they created for themselves over the course of time, which in this case is undoubtedly high... Redson has been shown to hold a lot of family pride and takes any chance to prove his authority over his subclasses. It's safe to say the the demon bull is likely going to have some difficulty swallowing his ego to allow emotional connections to grow and much less legitimise a romantic relationship with someone from the group he has grown acquainted with.
He can also be known to be rather petty and too prideful to accept his flaws. So if happens to be something that irritates you, you're definitely going to end up having one or more squabbles with the son of the Demon Bull King. Especially when it comes to Redson having a fierce temper and such, resulting in him trying to lecture you and get a completely insignificant point across. But I also believe you'd be more capable of keeping him in line instead of if you were to just go along with his behaviour. But it can also cause in a feast of awkwardness, as there have been several occasions where you embarrassingly have to hold Redson back from lashing out at a laughing MK and Mei for calling your arguments a lover's quarrel.
Though even with his high-and-mighty and hostile nature, it is important to remember that as long as a bond is formed, he won't ever actually harm or even remotely think of hurting you. Like, at all. He can be a bit bigmouthed at times, but many of his words should regularly be taken with a grain of salt. He is quick to snap at anyone from time to time, but I believe your presence would definitely keep him tame to a certain degree, as your mere existence just happens to soothe him. So on the bright side, you might be able to kick him off his high horse for the first time during his five hundred years of life.
I can picture Redson having grown up under a domain of regulation where females are generally and more often treated extra delicately due to being more âfragileâ, so you can expect him to behave firmer, a bit more rough yet open to his real self a lot faster than if you were a female. He'll see you less as a âtargetâ for a lack of better term, and more as a comrade. Plus, if you were to give him the approval he lacked from his parents, it wouldn't feel uncomfortable as long as you have had the opportunity to create a connection. Though primarily, I cannot view intimate scenarios as anything other than plain awkward for a little while. You're gonna have to be the one initiating the hugs with him and give implications to get more touchy feely. Though when surrounded by eyewitnesses, he'll often still end up shooing you away ...you'll perhaps, just maybe absolutely get to hold his hand at most.
I mean, when's the last time you've seen somebody behaving sappy and all goo-goo with the literal son of the Demon Bull King out in the open? He just cannot allow it! Not only for the sake of his dignity, but also to keep up his image so you'll continue seeing him as an almighty demon who has an unnerving amount of political power over any lower rank. As far deep down, hidden within... he wants to appear and be so much more special to you than he'd be willing to admit.
If you were to lack in durability, fighting abilities or overall weapon skills, I can see Redson going out of his way to strictly teach you his ways of strength individually. Not necessarily in a sense to get you to his level, but in order to give you the capability to protect yourself. He would always be there to protect you with ferocious security at a moment's notice [and scold you afterwards for getting yourself in a dangerous situation], but he cannot help but doubt his abilities to ensure your safety at times. Along with fearing for the worst that one time he might not be there to save you. And this singular thought might just be what it takes to make him evaluate how he actually feels about you.
The Reader is quite humble ⢠Abduction ⢠Jealousy between changelings ⢠Stalking ⢠Invasion of privacy ⢠Co-dependency ⢠Aggression ⢠Use of adhesive/the green goo ⢠Violence ⢠Possessiveness ⢠Overprotective behaviour ⢠Predatory behaviour ⢠Love feeding ⢠Overfeeding/âOverdosingâ on love ⢠Heart failure ⢠Corpses of changelings mentioned
Changelings have certainly never had a very positive reputation around Equestria. The species of bug-like creatures mainly known to have ruthless mannerisms that only acts on instinct. Especially when considering the changelings eat love and love alone to keep them from starving. As you can see... These creatures, too, need to feed. And so steal the love hidden within ponies and other living entities for themselves with brute force. And this tiny human here... has love, and a lot of it.
But despite being an aggressive species, they are also known to be rather curious towards creatures they've never seen or heard of before. Which is why being a human is really just a saving grace for you in this scenario. Cause instead of pouncing immediately purely from starving impulse, they know they'd need information to report back to the Queen first. And since this is the first human the changelings have ever met, their natural reaction to encountering a new species is to learn more about it instead of feeding off of it, atleast not before they got all the answers they'd be satisfied with. Considering you are the only source of love and affection around.
The first changelings that have noticed your presence may start seeing you as a tasty morsel. if love is like meat for them, then they're being deprived of it, and then the one creature comes along that's a walking talking buffet of love. They'd observe your actions and behaviours from a safe distance for a little while, taking note of aggression signs or being a potential threat to the hive. But in truth... you weren't. You were more of a lover than a fighter, which gave the changelings the signal to not waste any other opportunity to abduct you into the hive for some answers.
And that's... when something sparked.
Being calm and sedate in your position would usually cease a changelingsâ natural instinct to hunt and would often cause in less aggression and forceful measurements. But even if they did try feeding from your love, that would be similar to essentially trying to suck from a dry well, because the transporting process from the human realm to Equestria drained you of many strong emotions to begin with, and it takes a lot more time for your entire alternation from universe to universe to take full effect. And the changelings wouldn't budge from their stubbornness until you reached out to one of them... Brushing a gentle hand over its malnourished frame.
The love that you'd contain would be a tad bit âdifferentâ from normal love they'd consume, mainly due to the fact that they never had to actually take it with force. You gave it to them willingly, making the love inserted into them a lot stronger and effective than if they were to steal it. Which results in giving their bodies an intense emotional âshockâ as you basically feed them little by little... The shock would still feel good to them, like it would make them feel warm and light headed, but their heart would begin beating rapidly by the shot of immense adrenaline they just got.
The reason why changelings need love and affection in the first place was because they need it for their survival. The value feeds them. As they learn you're capable of feeling and giving love, they would want to keep you around permanently to feed. However, in extreme cases it might lead to a changeling becoming dependent upon one person's love. And their survival might be based on that person's love and affection. and what happens when that person's love and affection starts to falter? There is such a darker side to something so innocent as eating some consensual love.
Which could go either two ways...
Plan A being a bit more complicated. Since they ended up taking a âsampleâ of you to basically extract the hormones and emotions of love, you had proven yourself to be more productive than all of the ponies they've held captive combined. Feeling more satisfied with the mere sip of love you've happily handed out to them than with any usual prey they had ripped the love from. But the Queen desires love too, because it is essential for their race. And because the hive is almost completely devoid of any love in the first place. You could become a sample for the Queen... Just keeping you there and farm you for love.
But there's also a considerable chance the changelings who captured you would scrap plan A and would instead focus on a plan B... Keep you a secret from Queen Chrysalis and prevent you from being cocooned at all costs, but only under the condition if you keep blindly feeding them with your lovey-dovey personality. Changelings tend to function with a very strict hive mentality... conclusions are set by the swarm's majority of dronesâ standpoint. They all have a strong tendency to fall for group decision-making, but they're also quick to swap their beliefs if it seems like the right choice for the best of the colony. So it likely wouldn't even take long for the entire swarm to come to an agreement to keep you secured under high protection and warding.
Due to being a good source, you would give them more positive energy than any other creature who would falter in their fright after being captured... which would make you a rather popular target for the swarm of drones. To a point where the entire hive would start to view you as the "heart of the colony" of sorts. Because a changelings emotions are based on their diet. And the more love they receive, the more addicted and obsessed they'll become with it. So they would all be head over heels at some point, bordering on complete worship ...viewing you as an object of their affection and admiration. And getting even more physically violent to defend and protect you from what they consider a threat to their food source.
They might be feeding off of the love you give them and emotional positivity for now. But if they keep feeding and feeding, eventually they are probably going to want something else than just your emotions, which isn't good... But at the end of it all, they will want to protect you. But their methods might be a bit morally questionable. They have been looking for a more âsustainingâ source of love their entire lives. And from what we know... love only grows stronger.
So what happens when a creature becomes utterly emotionally dependant on someone?
What if... they begin to get obsessive?
Instead deciding to ensure no one else gets to have you?
Signs of attacks outside of the hive would become more apparent as time went on, a variety of breeds beginning to disappear aside with half dead creatures covered in adhesive emerging from their hideout as no entity even dares to get close to the shapeshifters. Some changelings would begin arguing with eachother over the delightful taste of your love. But knowing how naturally greedy and hostile they can get, these would convert to physical violence sooner or later, causing a bunch of internal conflict in the colony. A bunch of love starved changelings just riskily fighting over a single human.
It would get so bad, in fact, that there's possibly not even second you'll spend in the hive without a changeling being nearby, just ... watching you. With or without you knowing, there to strike and pull you back in at a moments notice if your demeanor gets too close to flight response. The changeling that you first bonded with would feel remorse about doing it, but the rest of them won't really care much as long as they can keep you in their grasp. Though you would still be allowed to travel closely outside of the hive, they'll keep their little eyes on you anyway...
You'd have this love that's a bit diluted, but even with just having a weaker type of love to feed off of, they'd have to feed for a longer time and drain their energy in order to get it. Which in terms causes in them taking more than they can physically handle. You aren't necessarily a dry well, but rather more of a dripping faucet while they are all dying of thirst. So they could still eat from your given love for a while, but if they try to go all out, there could be horrific consequences...
Because each of them are essentially trying to take enough to survive, their individual feeding sessions can become more aggressive. They don't want to kill you, nor do they understand how strong of a heart you have. So they don't see that they need to be gentle. Because in their eyes, you're considered weaker as a mortal. And your emotions, not being very strong, make their hearts race and they aren't feeding slowly and cautiously enough to keep the heart beating at its normal pace. You're basically a complete reverse card on them. To the point of them becoming so infatuated with you, that they literally forget what they are doing, and basically, accidentally kill themselves with a massive case of overdosing love.
The more of your love they take, the more they will like you. And the more they like you, the more they would try to suck it out. And the more they try to suck it out, the more it would turn into a "want" instead of something more natural. And then, that's when some would begin to die from overfeeding. The emotional shock and overdosing on love being much more overwhelming than the changeling's bodies are capable of handling. And of course, you wouldn't really understand why they were all suddenly lifelessly scattered around you...
It would be quite a challenge for many changelings to have the self control to prevent that fate. I doubt the majority of them would even understand the concept of death enough to avoid it even when their heart rate was going at unsafe speeds. The situation would honestly be safe for the changelings that have enough self-control to hold themselves back, but those who don't would become history real quick... Especially as changelings mainly seem to cocoon their prey. You may have more love to give when you're out in the open, but perhaps you even walking freely might just be enough to push many changelings over the edge.
Though this would also highly depend on the distinct personality of each changeling. Those who were more reasonable would try to just suckle in love. Then we have those who would become a bit feral and aggressive trying to tear the love out of you. Making it like a really twisted irony that they want love, but by trying to obtain love, in this way, they could essentially doom themselves. The ones who are more in control and more disciplined may survive. But either the greedier or younger, more immature changelings might get too excited and just want more and more. Which leads into them destroying their bodies via the very thing they wanted. The ones that do manage to control themselves will remain very interested in you however. But even if their fair sense of attachment and perhaps even bond towards you won't fade...
This is nothing more and nothing less than a parasitic relationship
Both reader+character are of legal age or aged-up for obvious reasons in this post!
These are smut headcanons, read at own risk. !Female!dom!Reader+sub!Zails ⢠Eating his darling out ⢠Drooling/salivating ⢠He gets a bit rabid with it
Ah, wowie. Zails getting himself a girlfriend? I thought it would never happen... but let me tell you that Zails is truly one of the most hopeless and desperate variant of Tails that exists. He would be so needy for constant affection and reassurance, but he'd also be quicker to grow a lot more ...horny than the rest of the bunch. Even if he constantly has his grabby fingers all over you, a singular touch from you can easily trigger his sensitive nerves, leaving him an aroused mess.
And if you gave him permission to taste your cervical fluids? That is 111% the worst idea Iâve ever heard in my life and you absolutely should do it because it would absolutely shatter Zails the best way possible. He would instantly fall and completely melt into a drooling mess and beg you for a chance. Heâs not used to those sweet, sweet fluids and he is absolutely not stopping until he has to be pried off of your body with a crowbar. He would be in pure ecstasy and nobody would be able to separate him from you anymore.
It would be the worst thing Zails has ever felt, and he wouldnât be able to think straight anymore due to how much he would enjoy it. Heâd be making pathetic groaning noises and his leg would shake uncontrollably. You would be his whole world at that moment, he wouldnât even hear it if there was a volcano exploding outside his house. There would be no way for him to recover from that at all.
Tell him to not dare disappoint you while does the deed.
Cause that, my friends, would be the end of everything for Zails because that would literally be the final blow. His legs would go numb from the ecstasy as he softly moans into your entrance, tongue working overtime just to enjoy the sweet and divine taste. His mind would become completely flooded with hormones that would leave him absolutely dizzy. His whole world has been flipped upside down and he would NEVER recover from this.
Heâd be so weak-minded that he wouldnât be able to think of anything else but making you feel satisfied as his eyes would roll back and moan louder into you, not wanting it to stop. He would be completely addicted to the taste, and the sound, and the sight of the whole thing. His tongue deep inside of you getting every drop of nectar he can. I can see his tongue would become more desperate with its movements to try and taste even more of you. Becoming more vocal as it reaches deeper into your body, his tongue being in this hot, moist and tight claustrophobic space, with juices soaking his already wet tongue.
And by the time he reaches that level of desperation, heâd be nothing short of rabid. His tongue would move at rapid pace as he just tries to get more of every single drop, his brain just melting to the point he feels like a drooling animal. And the more he gets the more desperate he becomes, he would feel your hands on his back and he would get more desperate. Heâd start licking anywhere you touched him, just praying for more. His body is nothing more than a shell anymore.
Which is the perfect comparison honestly, heâd be acting like he was on death row and this was his last meal before dying. He would be lapping up everything like a dog that wasnât fed for weeks. And if you decided to actually allow yourself to climax, oh lord, that would be the biggest shot of pure ecstasy he could ever experience. It would absolutely break him to the bone. He would feel like he didnât deserve to live for being able to experience that kind of blissful experience.
You'd have a grip over his tongue since the start of the interaction, and it would get progressively tighter until it would become unbearable. His breathing would get heavier and heâd start to moan so loudly, but you could definitely make him feel the lowest he could possibly be. Heâd be trying to reach a deeper level while you can enjoy every moment of him being helpless in your grasp, sitting on his face once heâs ready to burst.
Zails would absolutely need a full body suit just to keep all the drool in his mouth because heâs actually just a mess of an entity at this point. Heâs nothing short of a starving animal in heat who would have no care about being overstimulated. And if you were to let out a sound that even remotely resembles a moan, heâd be a goner. Heâd go insane on you and you may as well just be giggling the whole time over him melting and making a mess. He is completely broken at this point. All it takes is a single sound.
And that, I think, would cause his mind to completely snap. He would be completely overrun by his own emotions and be in complete euphoria, yet so filled with desire too. He would reach a point where even days after the experience, he will literally be begging for you to let him drink from your fountain of life again. You would not only see the desperation in his eyes, but you could feel it in his entire being. And his body would be shaking all over, as if in a fever, unable to contain all of that need inside ever again.
Authorâs note : Hello dearies, I hope each and every one of you are doing well <3 This is the last of the three Tails counterparts in their yan. state. Enjoy~~
Thereâs been some debate on whenever these headcanons should have remained as romantically vague or not. So instead, we have the results of the Reader viewing Mangey much like they would as a pet considering how animalistic he behaves, Mangey on the other hand? Ahaha, oh nono darling. He views you as HIS mate.
As easy yet vague as it may sound from this perspective, Mangeyâs cutesy demeanor and animal-like innocence in the original series is no more when it comes to this concept. Not in a way it can be considered pleasant, anyways. Though it can often be confused with purity due to Mangey's constant needy mindset for your attention and though the fox can come off as cute at first ... you'll eventually realise it's anything but, and underneath that baby face and sparkly eyes, there's a creature awaiting that acts purely on hunting instinct and impulsive emotions.
The main trait that worsens would be his aggressiveness. I trust we all know that Mangey can already be rather on the feisty side torwards those he doesnât trust; seen as how he and Sonic met. Well, take that scenery and multiply it by hundred. He is especially suspicious of those that try to get touchy with you in particular, feeling as if their intriguing behaviour screams nothing but trouble for you, even if you just so happen to not see that the same way. He would likely get hostile right off the bat, much like an overprotective dog clinging to and defending itâs owner. He tends to get jealous easily too whenever you pay the slightest bit of attention to another, chattering away at his teeth like a rodent in his visible frustrations.
Despite the fact that he's constantly glued to your side like a lost puppy, bunting you and showing the early signs of trust with his distinct species from the rest of the group. The fox would show signs of being rather... unmanageable with his aggression, animalistic tendencies and motions of threat, but that's far from the occasional felony that would take place behind your back. With an example being purposely putting those around him in danger that could easily cause permanent or even fatal injuries. He doesnât realise that his deeds have consequences ... but it's more than obvious his true intention is to simply stall and keep you to himself in the process. Not realising his intentions are truly far from healthy and might even break the two of you further apart. And if he did understand the concept of fatality, there's doubt if he'd even care for the negative outcomes. And just like many wild animals, they take what they want without remorse.
Out of Tailsâ three counterparts, many would likely believe Mangey to be the most innocent of the bunch, motiveless even. But I donât believe that to be entirely true. As despite how pure his intentions may seem to be at times, heâs not just some fool. And oftentimes even knows his behaviour can result in him getting what he wants, taking advantage of his sweet-ish and touch starved characteristics in order to win over your touch and approval. Mangey would be an extremely needy yandere and will stop at nothing in order to get what he wants. As long as you remain either affectionate or allow him to cling to you, heâs frequently going to be a tamer yandere to have besides from the shown aggressiveness. Especially as all he practically wants to do is cuddle up with you all day while rubbing his scent all over you, marking you as his territory.
Another unusual habit the fox has is being incredibly disinterested and unapologetic if he were to attack somebody. Even with the painful marks visible on the said person's body, Mangey would continue growling and hissing at what he considers a threat, despite the constant reassurance of his allies. It's honestly less of a threatened feeling and more of a resentment and holding a grudge. Even to those who have fallen ill among his home and are in noticeable pain, Mangey remains inconsiderate and unsympathetic. It isn't until you notice him abusing the wounded acquaintance with petty acts such as throwing small sticks, plants and straight up dirt at your companion despite the already fragile state they're in and scold him for it, that Mangey shows a sense of so-called âregretâ for his actions. Giving you puppy eyes with those crocodile tears running down his face as if he's trying to make you feel guilty for calling him out on it rather than apologise.
Some would debate that he simply doesn't understand, but that is really not the case here ...Mangey has occasionally made it very noticeable that he specifically targets those close to you or whoever is even attempting to get your attention. And he truly goes a lot further than many would realise, keeping his rivals in line by keeping them hurt and sick. The fox is oftentimes seen spending more of his time around the places where the vegetation is in full growth, looking for herbs and weeds that can be considered harmful to the average mobian and sneaking it into the nourishments that'll be given to his opponent. Usually resulting in food poisoning for days and chaos by the lack of recovery.
Because of how animalistic he behaves, he doesnât have to take as much responsibility for his actions, if any at all. Which is exactly where the main problem comes in, he doesnât have to live up to particular standards and he technically gets away with everything that he does. And just due to his companions being so used to the animal-like behaviours like this, they have no actual realisation over how severe it has gotten after you came around. Despite the fact that a lot of physically harmed victims have been falling along with the foxâs change in characteristics, with Mangey being suspiciously close by whenever the said accident took place ...
Making you wonder ...what role could play behind those shiny, bright blue eyes that appear innocent
Author's note: I can't believe these fics are the only ones I somehow manage to finish, I swear â ď¸ I'm gonna have to get my motivation going again.
Potential â ď¸ TWsâ ď¸ :
Both reader+character are of legal age or aged-up for obvious reasons in this post!
This is a smut fic, read at own risk. dom!Reader+sub!SH Tails ⢠Dry humping ⢠Use of the term âmommyâ but gender is not specified otherwise ⢠Climax mentioned ⢠Tails being vocal
Tails was so overwhelmed.
He wanted you to be proud of him. But as soon as you turned around to leave and allow him to rest? he couldnât fight the urge anymore: He needed you. Tails didnât even hesitate, he just lunged forward out of the bed and pushed his body up against yours, ramming your back into the nearby wall. He wanted to be closer, so much closer... He wanted to know what it felt like to be used. All the time he couldnât talk to you, was all the time he wanted to touch you...
You couldn't help but let out a gasp as he practically launched himself at you, pinning and cornering you into a wall. But despite your shock, you managed to keep a grin on your face. You raised an eyebrow, letting out a faint laugh as you spoke out to your fox partner, putting your hands on his chest to create a little bit of distance.
âAh... Do you need anything?â
At that moment, Tails could smell your hair. It smelled very⌠attractive, and familiar. The mobianâs legs went weak as he was close to you. And especially when you rubbed your thumbs on hi, Tailsâ face flushed up. He felt so weak and so comfortable in your presence⌠As if he could literally die of happiness in your arms.
âMoreâŚâ
He whispered softly, as his eyes widened while staring at you. He needed more.
âmore?â You repeated in a tone of question, cocking your head to the side with your smirk expanding a little. âi'm gonna need you to elaborate, my sweet, sweet boyâ Your voice rang through the room along with a snicker, directly confirming that you were playing dumb and hard to get, but you had still tried to keep it cool nonetheless. Your fingertips began teasing the fur on his chest, pressing through the coat and circling around on his hot flesh.
Tails let out a small, but loud moan of pleasure as his body was being massaged by your sneaky fingers. He was so turned on right now. And it was the most confusing sensation to him. He felt so wrong for wanting you right now, but he couldnât even try to resist.
âMore, mommy...â Tails whispered. He wanted you to know how good he felt, especially when he said âmommy.â Resulting in you letting out a little âhmmâ for joy, smirking to yourself as you leaned in a little. You stuck out your tongue, placing your arms around his shoulders in order to keep him in place. It was quiet other than his heavy breaths, fogging up the place as he panted like a dog.
Though without warning, you pressed your bottom onto his with how close they were, teasing him even further. âlike this~?â you purred out, as you grinded your hips onto his lower half, knowing he couldn't do a damn thing about it. And as expected, he once again let out a loud moan as you grinded your body on him.
You were playing this game with him, and he didnât want to waste any opportunity he had. And so... he grabbed your hips and pinned you down against the wall, and began moving his hips slowly and rhythmically against yours, all the while biting away at his bottom lip.
âsweetheart, you're grinding on me...â you silently muttered, your free hand traveling towards the back of his head, caressing through his fur and reaching his scalp with your fingertips. You weren't necessarily uncomfortable by this outcome, rather just... amused. You ignored the moan that left him as you looked up from your pinned position. âYou're going through... it ...aren't you? Do you need some help? Or are you just gonna dry hump me?â
you questioned with a hint of sarcasm and another snicker, not minding the fox in rut. A loud moan leaving his mouth as he heard your question with the obvious taunt. Your fingernails traced across his head, teasing him in the process as you gave him the exact same cocky grin.
âI donât need helpâŚâ
He whispered in between his moans, feeling so humiliated. You were calling him out on something he was still confused about. Your words were also so teasing and he wanted to get back at you. His eyes were locked onto yours, along with his teeth gritting. He moved his hips even faster, getting desperate with the overwhelming sparks he felt in his lower region.
Which only made you snort in response, raising an eyebrow. âoh? You're trying to tell me that you don't require some help, hmm~?â you spoke out in a tone of sass and doubt as your fingers traced all over his body, now getting him even more bothered on purpose. From his shoulders, to his back, to his chest... You were all over him. And before he knew it, you gave him one single grinding movement of your own once again, allowing the warmth of your hips to get to him. And knowing a hopeless mess like Tails would do anything for the sensation at this point.
The moment you gave him that grinding movement, Tails let out a loud and long moan of pleasure that felt so good... His eyes widened and he took a deep breath in. He then moved his hips up and down rapidly and roughly against yours, and his grunts were loud. His teeth were gritting tightly, but in between the loud grunts he was making, he managed to call out to you.
âI donât need helpâŚ!â
However, he still was looking up at you with those desperate puppy eyes... And your smirk just grew a little at that as you backed up, shrugging before you put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him backwards. âIf you say so~â
You spoke out in a careless manner, before you yanked his hands off of you. âhave fun with your itty bitty problem on your own then. Since you don't need helpâ your words being cold yet sly, which noticeably made him let out a pathetic growl in response. It were his words, not yours. He'd have to choose between his pride or you.
Tails was so turned on right now, that for a moment he started to get angry. But he couldnât stay angry with you for too long. He was simply⌠overwhelmed by his love and lust. And he also still wanted to make you proud, so he simplyâŚ
Swallows his pride.
He went to you with a more gentle approach as he laid his head on your shoulder, and spoke softly.
âI need you to help me⌠mommyâŚâ
This was it. Your shit eating grin reappeared on your face but there was also a hint of softness to it. You were practically melting. You leaned in with your head to the point you were right near him. You blew into his ear and he could feel the warmth of your breath on him, along with hearing a small giggle of amusement. Your free hand went over to caress the back of his neck, moving it up and down as you looked at him with prying eyes
âaww...~ good boy~â you spoke in your best and sweetest tone yet
Tails couldnât even take it anymore. His breathing was fast, his heart was pounding, and his face was bright red with the drool leaking down his lips. And as you spoke those sweet words to his ear, he let out a vocal whine of pleasure, with his body just collapsing on your shoulder.
He was ready to beg for more. He didnât even care about anything anymore. The fox just wanted you... your simple grip on him making him shiver with ease, as you held onto him in order to keep him balanced. And in order to reward him, you deeply pressed your bottom onto his groin area once again, returning the sensation in one go. The heat of your body temperature from down there making it so much more difficult for him to handle. Making it even worse so when you began rubbing yourself up and down on him.
Tails began to feel a heaviness on his pelvis... And the moment he felt it, he completely lost himself, he couldnât handle it anymore. All the priority to keep his pride in check going straight out of the window. You could notice him getting wetter and wetter as time went on, indicating that he was close... feeling his fluids going right through your clothing, along with him becoming more whiny... more needy for anything. With him becoming especially vocal by you gently trying to ease him into it.
âYou're doing so well, sweetheart...~â you complimented with a grin, before you sped up the pace of grinding your crotch against his. Keeping a steady grip on him and making sure he wouldn't fall onto the floor just like that, allowing him to rest on your body. You guided his head towards your chest as you put your chin onto his head, flattening his bangs. All while continuing to thrust your hips onto him, making him completely soak.
Tails rested his imbalance on your body, his face buried in your cleavage. He couldnât handle how soft you were, it felt so amazing... And as you started to thrust your hips onto his, his body went weak, and he just started to moan and drool. He wanted this so much⌠But, he was getting so close to the limit, so he was holding back as much as he could.
But you were not having that... Making him gasp out and whimper as you grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up at you. You pressed your thumb on his chapped lips, making him let out yet another small moan.
âShh...~ it's okay, sweetie. Will you release your tension for mommy~?â you murmured, keeping his groin pressed up against you and making him shake in his boots. Making a desperate attempt to make small rubbing motions on your body, but you sure kept him in line. And it was clear your plan was working with how moist he was getting himself, his fur now all sticky and wet...
He was so close, he couldnât resist it anymore. He pressed his legs together as the warm feeling of you was beginning to make his body reach its peak. And he was so sensitive down there, and the wetness⌠Oh, God. It was so pleasureable. And just like that⌠he gave in.
âMâŚmâŚâ He was so shy⌠âMommy...â He whispered in a muffled voice, trying to hide his face in your chest. âgood boy...~â you just gave him that last tiny push as you held him by his rump, before grinding him on you instead of the other way around. Pushing him against you deeply as you thrusted back in return, creating an even higher sensation than before. The two were like two connected puzzle pieces, and you knew this was really the last thing he'd need before releasing...
And as soon as you made your move, his eyes widened, and he started moaning really loud. His legs went weak, and he started kicking and trembling a little. He still tried to hold back, but, he couldnât any longer: all his energy got drained immediately as his eyes rolled back, and he started to melt⌠like a mess. His fluids began to drip.
And as he did, his whole body went slack. You could literally see him go from mischievous and proud to weak and submissive. His body went all soft, and he melted all over you. The mess of fluids that dripped from the two of you was just⌠so perfect. He couldnât even speak. He literally lost all of his words as he laid in shame.
Tails would do anything for you...
You gave a huge grin as he came undone and laid out like it was the end of the world. You took a tiny step back but made sure to still hold onto him so he wouldn't collapse, giving his arms a tiny squeeze. He was an absolute wreck. Tears were pouring down his face, with sweat stains visible, and drool was leaking out of the corners of his mouth. And don't even get me started on the festival down there. He looked like he just stepped out of a pond. And this only made it better for you.
Your little fingers massaged over his arms as you pampered him by giving these little kisses all over his face, seemingly not grossed out by the bodily fluids on his face. You even went out and gave him a smooch right on his mouth, allowing his leaking saliva to enter yours.
Tails was just so⌠humiliated. But he was so used to you having power over him in these private situations. He felt so much shame, but he felt so much love for you, simultaneously. Because you were the one who made him feel this way. And he knew he loved that. So⌠he was so glad that you found pleasure in his desperation. His body felt the best it ever did. He wasnât just dripping, he was flowing. And he was completely yours... but...
You didn't seem to be done.
Right before he even got to say anything, you now pushed him against the wall instead, not allowing him the slightest bit of space. You balanced on one of your feet as you tilted up your other leg, right before pressing your knee right onto him again, almost making him choke and gasp out for air once again. Slowly beginning to give more pressure down there.
His legs immediately folded under him as you pushed your knee against his groin. Tailsâ whole body went limp, his eyes rolling slightly. His eyes were locked onto your, and he could feel his mouth watering. Your grip on him increased, and he looked like you were playing with him. This time he wouldnât be able to resist any of this⌠And heâd be your little pet again. This was just the beginning.
Your mouth went up to his throat as your teeth nipped him, taking his skin in between your side teeth right before letting it slip again, teasing him. Your weight leaned on him as you got into his personal space, the pressure of your knee making him feel turned on again... making him just as sensitive as before while you pressed him in between yourself and the wall, feeling his previous release drip down from your clothing.
You were so careful and gentle with both his mind and body. Tails being all wet like before, then you simply nibbling on his neck and then the heat of your body making him feel so relaxed, he felt like your own little toy. And he loved the fact that he belonged to you. The amount of pleasure he could feel⌠was unmatched. His hips began to move ever so slightly, which didn't go unnoticed by you.
The fact that he was trying to grind himself against you again was honestly one of the most pathetic sights you've ever witnessed, but you didn't mind. In fact, you were willing to give him a little gift for being so good before. You stood on your tippy toes and went over towards his ear, your breath audible to his senses making his twitch. You gave him one single grinding movement before stopping and whispering something in his ear..
âGo all out with your rut, my little beast~ I'm all yours~â you purred with a chuckle, giving him permission to what he wanted as you began biting at his left ear. You were still gonna take the lead, but you wanted to see just how much he'd do when given the chance to. How much control he'd lose over himself...
Just the feeling of permission from you was so strong for Tails. The moment you blew your breath against his ear, he couldnât help but moan a little. And that was when he truly started to turn savage with his movements. His body became aggressive and animalistic. He started to moan and pant and he started to thrust rapidly and rough against you. This wasnât just about him anymore though⌠It was about him and you. And you held complete control.
You had never heard the boy so vocal before, but you found amusement in how he was practically behaving like a wild animal for you. The mobian had no filter left anymore. Despite your silence in the duration of the act, the desperation on his face and the inhuman noises he was releasing made it much more enjoyable than you thought it would.
You both knew you were absolutely dominating over him the whole time he was going crazy on you, but the feelings he felt⌠were completely mutual. But at this point, his need to give you the satisfaction felt so strong that he was just giving into you completely. Tails started to cry out loudly with tears running down his face, and not caring that this made it even more arousing for you. He wanted to do everything for you.
And he was basically a vivid representation for your power over him.
Author's note: Long time no see, my darlings! things have been a little haywire for me, unfortunately resulting in my long hiatus </3 Understand that this isn't much, but I hope this mini fic can count as some food so my babies don't starve for so long
Once a cheater, always a cheater. A rather popular and certified quote that has oftentimes been proven as correct among mankind. Even you weren't partly safe from the unfaithfulness your fluffy fox mate would end up exposing. But you also weren't exactly freed nor ready for the pitiful begging belonging to the mobian...
Potential â ď¸TWsâ ď¸:
Both reader+character are of legal age or aged-up for obvious reasons in this post!
This is a smut fic, read at own risk. Reader+sub!Zails ⢠Zails cheated on you ⢠High desperation levels ⢠Dry humping ⢠Begging ⢠Guilt tripping(?) ⢠Lack of self control ⢠The situation is very awkward/uncomfortable for you in general ⢠Fight/Flight/Freeze/Fawn response for reader
âGod, you are absolutely pathetic, even for a cheaterâ you spat at the fox infront of you, scrunching your nose in disgust at the mere sight. Zails was currently on his hands and knees, completely exposed in his undergarments as occasional choked sobs and moans were heard in the room. You could feel yourself cringe more at every singular plead he made for you, his petty attempts filled with absolute desperation to get back into your heart, which you just scoffed at.
"... p-please.. I.. ahnn...~ I can't.. h- just spit all over me... Punish me like the absolute filth that I am..."
Your eyes narrowed as you glanced away from him, embarrassment filling your mind. Shaking your head slightly in disappointment. He wasn't gonna get the reaction out of you that he oh-so desired. You weren't gonna go back to him and that was final ...but your eyes couldn't help but soften a really little bit as he said that, watching him go these lengths where he allows himself to be humiliated and used just for the sake of preventing you from leaving.
Zailsâ eyes would immediately widen as he realized you were showing even the smallest hint of pity towards him, and the sudden rush of blood and adrenaline he got made him feel some kind of hope. Although he was already stroking the genitalia in his undergarments with teary eyes, he hesitantly stood up and moved towards you, trying his hardest to wrap his arms around you and cry into your shoulder. His grip on you was still tight as he desperately tried to force some sort of response out of you.
As Zails weakly wrapped his arms around you, he was met with the heat of your body temperature, sending a wave of familiarity through his body. You just stood still, allowing him to do whatever despite the awkwardness on your end... A stoic and blank expression on your face as he touched you with his dirty hands. You sighed, slowly lifting up one of your arms, placing it behind his back as you caressed your hand up and down ...But due to the difference in height and the lack of self awareness, your hand ended up going a bit too low, accidentally stroking over his rump.
And that little, accidental touch was all it took to set him off. Zails had become so desperate to feel anything from you that even something as small as you brushing up against his backside made him go absolutely crazy. He immediately became more vocal, letting out a few moaning and whining noises as he squeezed his body tighter against yours. His breath became shallow, and he had become even more desperate for you to show him some kind of âaffectionâ as he rubbed himself against you.
Which quickly escalated in him getting desperate enough that he even began squeezing and rubbing himself up and down your body, just to feel any sort of warmth from you. Zailsâ whole body would slowly become hotter and hotter as the realization of how much he wants anything from you began to set in. His voice became more whinier and he was begging even more than he had before, his hands squeezing so hard they were practically white knuckling your body.
"P-Please..! I'm desperate! Y-You're making me desperate! I-I need something from you... p-please!" His body had gotten so tense as he kept squeezing himself against you. Every inch of your body was being squeezed up against his, and he was beginning to get so riled up now that he was beginning to make audible suggestive noises. He was acting out like a desperate animal, and he would even start pushing himself harder into you as he begged and begged.
"I need you... I need you.. P-Please.... p-please, sweet cheeks... I ne-need you!! Let me have you..!" Zails was now panting, as sweat began forming on his forehead, dampening his amber fur. He had started squeezing his eyes shut as he shook and begged, his hands now gripping your body as tightly as possible.
It was a ... Difficult situation to say the least, you weren't denying him what he wanted but you didn't exactly accept his request either. You felt so disconnected with that damned fox ...you couldn't even tell apart the whines of his despair and his lust. So you just uncomfortably continued to stroke and rub your hand up and down over his lower back and tailhead, trying to make him shut up. But it only resulted with both of your closure only making the heat grow even further.
His breaths started to get even raspier as you continued to massage him, and it was very obvious that he was starting to give in to his lust. The lust was starting to consume him the more you touched him, and his whinings and moans were becoming even louder. There was even a visible bulge that began to arise, slowly taking shape from the way he was squeezing himself into you. Zails was so desperate for you, that just your touch alone made him whimper, his lust-fueled whinging only getting more loud.
The twitching bulge was even more noticeable as his undergarments began to become wet with his desire. The warmth of your body was making it hard to hold back with you squeezing him so tightly. He looked up at you with tears in his eyes as he started to beg and moan even more, which you didn't want to give much reaction to. Though you did seem to notice the tears threatening to spill out, as your free hand slowly wandered over towards the bulge on his undergarments, stroking over it with your knuckles with minor pressure.
And as soon as that happened, he even leaned his head back at one point as he continued to moan and whine. The warm and wet bulge was even more obvious as he was squeezing his clothing tightly to him now as he begged more and more, Zailsâ fingers clinging onto you as he desperately tried to keep himself from exploding. All while his other hand held onto the back of your neck as his fingers began to squirm and twitch.
For the first time, his voice actually took on a slightly more high-pitched, feminine sounding tone, and he even sounded like he was actually begging you now instead of just simply whining about how he needs you. Zails let out a small, quiet whimper, his breathing becoming much heavier as he was starting to get even closer to his climax. He was panting even more as his muscles began to tense up, his back arching slightly as he continued to squirm. He was sweating even more, and his voice had finally started to crack, becoming even more feminine than the average girl mobian.
His breath was even sharper now as he was almost there, his body now shaking with his teeth being gritted as his hands were so tightly wrapped around your body that his claws were almost digging into your back. He was still begging and moaning, but now it sounded far more desperate than before. "Oh... Oh no... I-Its coming..!" He suddenly squeaked out, as his entire body began to tremble a little bit. His eyes were firmly closed and his mouth was open just a little bit with the tiniest bit of saliva drooling from his lips. It was starting to become obvious that he was going to explode. He was so close to the point where his entire fur now became wet with tears as he tried not to climax, but he couldn't hold it in any longer.
Suddenly, he let out a muffled whine. You could practically feel his back arching as it happened, his pants finally becoming soaked from a combination of sweat and his climax. His body had started to shake violently as his breathing became absolutely frantic, and he was so loud that you were almost sweat dropping with discomfort from the experience. Zailsâ hands wrapped around you like a desperate animal as his entire body trembled and grinded against you. His cries almost became screams as he continued to climax, the heat between you being too immense for either of them to even comprehend. His coat became absolutely drenched with his own fluids...
And after what seemed like an eternity, he finally stopped. He was panting and drooling, that little bit of contact had sent him over the edge, and he had completely lost control over himself. His arms were still wrapped around you, his hands squeezing your body as he continued to sob into your shoulder. His entire face was wet with tears, and he didn't even care or notice the fact that he was wetting your clothes. Zails was still crying and sobbing uncontrollably as he squeezed you close to him, holding you as if he wanted to protect you from the evilness surrounding the world. But you weren't having any of it, especially as he already took advantage of the situation and couldn't even manage to control his unending horniness...
The was no noticeable change or improvement regarding the look in your eyes, still lingering with repulsion and complete embarrassment. You shoved him off of you and onto the grounds below as he was crying his eyes out. Meeting his red shot eyes with a blank yet piercing gaze, you held so little emotion. You just felt as if you were looking at a lost cause, one you weren't willing to babysit and take responsibility for anymore.
Even with the fact that your eyes were devoid of any positive thoughts when it came to him... Your gaze was much more similar as if you were looking down on him as an inferior being, and it didn't seem too far fetched with the current state he was in. He held no importance in your life anymore, and he knew it. His shaking only becoming more violent now that he had nothing left to release, nothing left to satisfy you with.
His body only left to quiver and tremble like a desperate, starving animal when you finally turned your back on your now ex-lover
Let's get straight to the point. The fact that you even have the guts to be around her in that form warms her heart like never before. For a long time Sky had felt to keep on her disguise around you, making her time spend in her true form as minimised as possible. A habit she gained especially after many were to run away screaming by just seeing a singular glimpse of her real form. She's still rather careless among the topic of exposing the true looks of a Lovecraftian Horror when it comes to others, but she noticeably becomes a bit more shy and perhaps even nervous showing this form to you; not wanting to scare you off with her inhuman features, no matter how sincere it makes her feel when she shifts into her truest form.
As soon as she knows you're not going to ditch her for the horrors of her true form, she'd become a whole lot more comfortable showcasing her appearance around you. She'd especially do so in order to hold you up without breaking a sweat, wanting to keep you as close as she can. But something she wouldn't expect was your intimate pecks to even increase when she's keeps the shape to her sincere species instead of the impersonation of Sky. And something that should be mentioned is that every time you gently connect your lips with her frame, she always seems to let out this tiny, soft purr ... Almost on instinct, even. You'll have her melting into a puddle and headbutting you.
Though she holds more animalistic mannerisms when in this form, Faker Sky is always still as gentle with you as it gets. You'll notice how she gets especially clingy whenever you give her a tiny kiss. Faker Sky practically starts behaving like a touch starved cat at that rate. She holds onto you and absolutely will not allow you to roam free for the next two hours, as in saying âIf I want cuddles, I will get cuddlesâ. This shape of hers also happens to be a lot higher in strength and taller in height, making it easy for her to just keep you in your place. Despite her attempts to keep her touches soft, her embraces can be a teensy tiny bit suffocating due to her tighter grasp on you, feeling as if she is protecting you from the outside world. For sure giving it a sense of security aswell.
Long story short, if you're going out if your way to smooch her when she's roaming around in her actual configuration; you're going to have to deal with a cuddly and touchy Faker Sky for the rest of the day, no exceptions. She'd indirectly beg by continuing to rub her horns into your face, not stopping unless if you give her the attention she wants. You make her feel safer in her own skin and more open to embracing her true form instead of hiding it. She'd let out these little growls and continue allowing these purring noises to escape from her throat, which would usually only be audible when happy and among a comforting position.
