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𖣠 SONAR BOOB OBSESSION 🪲
-> warnings / content :: female reader ,, afab reader ,, pre-established relationship ,, no spoilers other than his actual name for those who arent fully caught up ,, actual charlie quotes (sorry charlie 🤐) ,, titty grabbing ,, suggestive ,, bro gets more than a little excited ,, drug mentioned ,, you/your pronouns ,, second person ,, kinda implied reader is shorter than him ,, minors dni
-> word count :: 794
“just one squeeze and then ill go, okay?”
“why should i even let you touch me?”
honestly, was his mind just full of your boobs? it seemed every time the atmosphere turned into something more, he had to ask about your breasts. they werent anything special, at least not to you. to sonar, they were everything.
“every tuesday is tiddy day. just one touch, maybe even a squeeze?” he continued to ask you without bothering to give an actual answer. besides, it wasnt even tuesday.
“fine! just one and nothing more. if you even dare touch me more than that ill make sure you even regret asking.” he was worst than a child begging their mother for candy.
“open up for me.” he waited with anticipation, lithe fingers helping you slide your jacket off. he set the piece of clothing to the side, eyes fixated on your cleavage showing through your v-neck. he needed you to wear more shirts with low collars. anything to see the soft curves of your breasts under the clothe.
it wouldnt hurt to have more photos to look at either. rather, itd be quite useful for the future during nights when he’s alone and needy.
phone sex can only go so far, and without his photo album of you it was hard to get off. porn became tasteless the moment you two got together. your first moment together was heaven on earth, the lights going off in his brain. it was almost the same reaction he got when he stuffed his nose with white. except this high lasted longer and felt better afterwards.
you raised your shirt overhead, left with your lacy bra on. at least it was finally being used, or at least, being used for something other than preventing your nipples showing through your shirt.
“oh yes, the moment ive been waiting for.” his hands hovered over your bra, almost hesitating to touch them. then they reached around to your back, fumbling with the clasp a few times.
you’d think for a harvard student he’d at least be able to take off a bra.
“hold on ive got it. dont even bother to lift a finger to help me. its not harder than having to do calculus in an honors program.”
“har-har-har, hurry up before i decide to put my shirt on.” that was enough motivation to finish wrestling the bra clasp, letting it drop to the floor and reveal your soft breasts.
he almost drooled at the sight, taking in the view before reaching his hands out. only one touch allowed, he had to make the most of it.
he cupped your breasts gently, rolling your nipples against his thumbs. “i’m getting cum brain right now.”
“make the most of it, this is all you’re getting for the rest of the day.” oh you hated him. you must actually hate him, putting a limit on his tiddy time. he was going to remember this.
his fingers delve softly into the flesh, careful not to squeeze too hard. he could feel the strange, squishy systematic parts inside the more he kneaded.
he was like a kitten taken away from its mother way too young, kneading at your breasts as much as he could.
his nose twitched, leaning closer to you. everything was heavenly, until his hand accidentally slipped off your breast as he readjusted his posture.
“wait no. i wasnt done.” he sounded desperate, reaching his hands back out to squeeze one last time.
you stepped back, holding an arm over your breasts in a pathetic attempt to cover them. “ah ah, only one touch. you said so yourself.”
“no my hand slipped. that doesnt count. come on, one last touch? this will be the last time.”
you werent falling for his antics again. your shift started soon, you both knew that. if he truly was desperate enough, he could beg for more when you were both home and off the clock.
“ill even go serial sucker mode on you tonight if you let me get one last squeeze in?”
you let out a puff of air from your slight laugh. “you’ll have to try harder than that, victor.” you shook your head at him. he looked truly dejected, ears laid back against his head as he sulked silently. he was drowning in a pool filled with his own self pity.
you bent down to grab your bra from the floor, ready to redress yourself for the day. at least, you were until you felt hands placate themselves at your hips.
his own hips pressed against your ass, making sure to press his hardened cock against you. “look at that, we have a cock looking to dock here it seems.”
he must think hes so funny, huh?
𖣠 LIPSTICK STAINS
-> warnings / content :: sfw ,, fem bodied reader ,, female reader ,, reader implied to be shorter ,, z team makes fun of him ,, his real name is used ,, lots of kissies <3 for a special someone ,, reader implied to have a different job than him
-> word count :: 534
-> an :: a little special smt while i crash out in my eng class bc why tf my teacher an actual ass 😭 and something to add some more fics for sonar :)) i need more on ao3 plsss i need more sonar 💔💔 im starting to work on requests tho !! tysm for all the requests you guys sent :D i love the ideas
mwah! one more kiss to the tip of his snout made it twitch in response. he was in pure heaven right now, hands on your hips as he bent closer.
another was placed to his cheek, then to the other side. “you’re so cute vic, i love you so much.” your hands dug into the fur behind his head, pulling him in closer than before.
he opened his mouth slightly, allowing you to attempt a full kiss. it was tricky the first few times, trying to actually give him a kiss rather than a peck on the cheek.
you managed to find a way nonetheless, letting nothing stop you from sharing your love for your bat boyfriend.
your lips grazed against his fang before meeting his own. he held you there, eager to get as much as he could from you before having to leave for work.
“mmh, i love you,” he whispered against you.
“i love you more, and as much as i’d love to stay and kiss you more, i think it’s almost time for you to go.”
his ears lowered at that, a frown replacing his previous grin. “one more?” he pointed to his cheek, “for good luck?”
with a roll of your eyes, you cupped his face and brought him closer with a kiss to his snout. “have a good day,” you whispered before grabbing your bag and heading out the door for your own job.
“that wasn’t where i wanted it!” he groaned, reaching a hand out to grab you. his attempt failed, watching as you left.
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“okay, seriously, is there something in my fur? do i have white on my nose?” sonar grumbled as he turned to malevola.
she held a hand to her mouth, failing at hiding a small laugh. “you definitely have something on you, but i think you should look for yourself.”
“what do you mean?”
“um…the-there’s uh..red…yes a lot of uh r-red on you..” waterboy coughed into his hand, cheeks more flushed than usual.
seriously, what was their deal? was he bleeding and they were being dicks but not telling him?
“i swear if you guys are just bullying me today instead of robert i’m going to be more than just a little hurt.” he crossed his arms and walked towards the men’s restroom.
the stench always made him scrunch up his nose, but it wasnt worse than the bathroom at the sardine. nothing was worse than it.
he gave himself a quick glance in the mirror, ears shooting straight up as he saw the cause for everyone’s sudden giggle fit.
you sly fox… leaving lipstick marks on him. how did it transfer to his fur? last he checked, your lipstick wasn’t that dark.
you knew what you were doing, he thought it was strange you were so touchy this morning. instead of mulling it over he just thought you wanted to fuck later, not have him become the next big talk at sdn.
“i’m so going to get her back this….” he let out a small laugh, looking closer at the kiss placed perfectly on his nose. it wouldnt hurt to keep them on for a little longer, right?
Can you do Sonar x reader headcanons where he has a huge breeding kink and gets turned on when you do domestic/parental things around him? (bonus if reader is fully aware of the effect they have on him and does it on purpose)
𖣠 BREEDING FANTASY 🪲
-> warnings :: fem implied reader ,, mating season ,, breeding kink ,, shower sex ,, knotting mentioned
-> word count :: 487
-> an :: been a minute since i did headcannons :D i love doing them tho bc it lets me say a lot while also keeping it short and to the point <3 !!
the longer you lived with sonar, the more accustomed you became to his antics. living with sonar entailed a lot; lights off all around the house, strange white powder left on the counter, his chirps in the morning and screeching at night.
it took time, but you got used to it. you didn't even bat an eye anymore when he chirped, or would act upon his instincts. especially during spring when his mating season would hit. he was more than just a horndog during that time.
things you'd do around the house would cause him to nuzzle against your neck. he'd press himself against you, hardened cock leaking through his clothes. victor will whine until you help him with his problem.
you can't even fold laundry anymore without him trying to lead you to bed.
"you don't understand! i'm just…. helping with the water bill! it's better if we shower together from now on, it saves money." his schemes didn't even phase you anymore. you just obliged, even if it meant he'd reach his hand down between your legs while his fangs nibbled at your neck.
doing the dishes leads to his arms wrapped around your waist and his hips humping against you.
"are you serious right now, victor?" you asked with a monotone voice, feeling his bulge rut against your bum. his fingers flexed against your stomach, whining softly against your head. "i'm more serious about this than anything else right now. help me please?"
when he succeeds in his advances, he's eager to breed. his hips will rut faster than before, humping mindlessly as he cums inside. seeing his seed leak out of you is enough to make his softened cock grow hard again.
sometimes you'll do it on purpose. when he starts to display signs that mating season is near, you'll do more acts of service for him. making him meals you know he loves, or cleaning up in general. he'll follow you around the house, doting and affectionate whenever you do anything.
he wants the best for his mate, after all! is that so wrong?
when you start to bathe together, paying close attention to his fur and caring for it makes him hard. he's not even sheepish about it, blatanly stating how he wants to pull you in the tub and bury deep inside you.
when he's at the peak moment of his mating season he won't let you do anything. he's already on it! victor has to, especially with how long he kept you up the previous night. he has you cuddled up in a bunch of blankets, almost like a nest, as he cleans for you.
he may not be the best cook, but he could try to make you a meal! or he could doordash what you want. knowing you're warm, belly full, and filled with his seed is more than enough to make him flustered and heart flutter.
it was a little worse when he was knotted to you. swelled cock deep inside, with the knot preventing you from leaving. you'd better hope there were no other plans that day, because it'll take a while before the knot goes down.
during it, he'll be kissing your face and pampering you with praise, whispering adorations to you. saying how good you treat him and how he'll be good for you.
being held in his arms during it isn't so bad anyways.
𖣠 ORPHIC | SUFFER | 0001 🪲
-> pairing :: sonar x fem!reader x malevola
-> word count :: 2.5k
-> chapter warnings :: drug mention ,, reader is mentioned to be strong and is a past villain ,, reader has killed before many times
-> taglist :: empty
-> an :: little story to write smt more serious than writing abt holding sonar’s dick (not that id ever complain 🤤) but !! this will be something fun ill work on :D feel free to give any critique ,, lmk if its too fast paced or too slow ,, the reader will be kinda op 🤑 ,, also is this a safeplace to say i dont rlly like invisigal? 😭 she wont rlly be mentioned in the story that much
combat: 3, vigor: 2, mobility: 4, charisma: 1, intellect: 3… these statistics weren't too bad for a new hero to join the team. robert needed more help, but from a high end criminal? he wasn't too confident how well the team would do.
most of the heros for the pheonix team were reimbursed villains, given another chance of life from their past of crime. this new one…. he wasn't even sure how she got out of jail in the first place. looking at the heinous list of crimes, it was obvious someone like her wasn't suited for hero work.
she had built around a life of treachery… nothing but murder and pain came to all she touched. what even was her ability? there wasn't a lot of information there.
the most robert got was a list of drawbacks from her power. she was quite strong, but it seemed she lacked with social interaction. he already had more than enough heros heavy with combat. adding another would make other statistics high in need.
at least her mobility was high and her intellect. he could easily train her more there than worry about vigor and combat. his current high defensive heros consisted of prism, sonar, and invisigal. most of the team was heavy with combat and vigor as it was.
"I um, understand your hesitance with accepting. you have to understand that even this wasn't my first choice on what to do with her."
robert almost forgot about blonde blazer standing before him, arms crossed as she glanced to the side. "there's nowhere for her to go, not even most prisons accept her. this was the last choice if it came to it. right now, her family is detained and locked behind bars for as long as they live."
was this supposed to make him pity her? she knew what she was doing. robert didn't even know if he could call the villain a human. her file showed just how inhumane she was, and possibly still is. was it worth grouping her with the z-team?
"you don't have to accept immediately. though, if it would help, you can meet her before making a choice." anything blonde blazer said to ease the atmosphere didn't help.
"and if i say no?"
"well… we'll get there if you do. the decision is your's to make."
robert sighed, raising a hand to rub at his temple. her mugshot was something to look at; face battered and bruised. stitches littered her skin, and scars ran deep across her eyes. what exactly did she do? it almost looked as though she came straight from the suicide squad.
"i'll meet her and then decide, if that works with you?"
blonde blazer smiled softly, meeting his eyes. "that would be quite alright. thank you for your consideration, i'll arrange something with the police currently holding her."
"it smells like a sewer pipe busted out here." robert held his hand up to his nose, grimacing at the strong stench. he wasn't in torrance anymore, more so a high security prison in the middle of nowhere.
villains who did more than steal an old lady's cane or punch someone in the face, the real criminals society hides, usually wind up there. one day, he'd hope to see shroud's face behind these bars wearing nothing but orange and chains. even with that visual in mind, he couldn't imagine himself satisfied with it.
"umm yeah, that tends to happen when a building is near a sewage plant. anyways, i have obtained clearance for the both of us. don't worry, she will be behind a glass and more than just hand cuffed." blonde blazer held out an id card.
robert slid it into his pocket as he walked beside her. "you're sure it'd be a good idea to have her on the z-team? i mean, this isn't just a lesser criminal. this isn't stalking or tax fraud, this is an actual record of massacre."
her smile faltered for a moment, trying her best to have a proactive mindset. "i hope it will. i'm aware of what she's done, but as you've said before, everyone deserves a chance. i think this would be beneficial."
"remind me how in any universe letting someone who has massacred innocents become a hero is good?"
"i'll ignore that for now." the hallways felt long and bare, white bricks surrounding the two as they walked. there were no windows, and the flourescent lights beaming above them was almost headache inducing.
he'd hope blonde blazer had some tylenol on her.
the guard leading them held a heavy firearm carefully, wearing an all black uniform and keeping a watchful eye. the security was tight, and breakouts rarely happened. the government actually did something useful for once and put the funds down to keep an orderly society.
"in here. if something happens, bang on the door. i'll hear it." the guard kept his sentences short, and his temporarily goodbye even shorter.
the room wasn't anything special either, almost the same as the hallway. or well, mostly, save for the large glass pane separating robert and blonde blazer from the girl in white restraints. she was forced upright, tied to a sort of wheeler that most would use for boxes. a mask rested over her face, eyes cold and empty as they stared back.
"hello, um… (y/n)? is it alright we call you that?" blonde blazer greeted, hesitant on how to approach the situation. her usual cheery demeanor was slipping by the second. "my name is blonde blazer, and this here is robert." she waved a hand towards the brunet.
the girl's eyes followed where blazer showed, making robert almost uncomfortable with how long she looked. it was as if she was picking him apart piece by piece, analyzing his every twist and turn.
"listen, the reason we're here right now is to propose a deal."
that seemed to pique her interest, eyes widening ever so slightly. the smallest amount of emotion flickered over her hues, was it hope or interest?
"despite your background, we at sdn believe you can be helped. it will be rough and not as easy as your past may have been, but we would ask that you hear us out." blazer started, stepping a little closer to the glass.
she casted a glance to robert, who in turn did the same.
"i know you may be used to hurting others and doing dirty acts for those who ask, but what if you were to do the opposite?" robert almost groaned at his act. this felt pointless, where was he even going with this?
"you've been nothing but an obedient dog for your family and those in contact with them. a starving dog that'd do anything to have a bone tossed at you."
robert sighed, but kept his gaze unfaltering as his eyes locked with her's. "what if you weren't that dog anymore, but rather a hero who actually makes a change for once? what if we gave you the chance to turn your life upside down and make it better. would you take it, or would you revert back to the meek, helpless dog you once were?"
usually he'd brace for a punch to the face after insulting someone, or psycho analyzing them like he just did. instead, he was met with silence.
the restrained girl from the other side never blinked once, nor moved her head. until, a small nod came from her.
blazer let out a small breath. "perfect, i'm glad you're on board. as said before, it won't be easy nor fast. we will reach out soon." with that, the meeting was over before ten minutes could even pass. the guards strolled the girl out the room and back to her cell while the other two were left to discuss.
"you have your answer robert, now what is your's?" blonde blazer turned to him, eyes scanning his face for any sign of emotion.
"i'll let her on the team.. for now."
"good morning, it's been quite a hefty weekend, but i'm sure you're all excited to be back." robert's voice was as dead as usual, already anticipating the stream of insults from the team.
“bob bob, what the fuck is this new person doing here?" ah flambae..
"agreed, why weren't we notified about a new team member? who even is this lady? she out here dressed like dracula and michael myers had a lovechild, and not in the cute way."
oh shit, that's right. did blonde blazer not alert them?
"ahh sorry. i thought you already knew." this wasn't going to be quite so well. "well, team meet your new member, lacuna. be nice, she's going to help you on your missions."
“well, it's nice to meet ya lass! i'm sure you'll fit right on in." at least punch up was kind to her already.
"lacunae? as in, what's inside of bones? that's definitely a name.." of course sonar would draw that sort of correlation.
robert rolled his eyes, resting his forehead in his palm. surprisingly, lacuna hadn't spoke once. whatever, he wasn't going to force it, nor did he need more people barking at him for useless shit.
a mission popped up, quickly reviewing over what the caller praddled on about.
"please help!! my kitty is lost somewhere in the neighborhood…oh gosh, i'm so worried about mr.snuggles! please help find him!"
does the police force not exist anymore? what happened to this kid's parents? they sound no older than 4. robert had no time to meddle with questions that have no answers, or some. okay think… track down, neighborhood, find the cat.
golem was good with animals, but he'd need someone to accompany him. what if it's the same family that had the tiger? "golem and flambae, go get the kid's cat. be careful if it's the tiger again."
it may have been execessive, but it was better than taking a risk. another mission popped up, immediately patching through to the caller.
"i'm like… not tryna point fingers or anything but i'm pretty sure this guy has an operation going on in the basement of this store. i know this sounds like some fight club bullshit, but sketchy looking crackheads came through and headed towards the basement. can you… send someone please?"
drug operation? invisigal was already on a different mission, and prism was resting up. hmm… while sonar wouldn't be the best choice, hopefully lacuna could keep him in shape.
"sonar, lacuna, there's a possible drug trade happening at this store's basement. go there and shut it down. this time, sonar, don't take any of it with you for the love of god."
“hey! that was one time…or two…."
robert rolled his eyes, scratching at the back of his head as he focused on the other missions popping up.
"you don't talk much, do you?" the bat-hybrid spoke. this was the first mission you went on, unsure on where to start. you've played the role of a villain all your life, and now these heros want you to join them?
it made no sense, but any chance to get out of that prison was one you're willing to risk. staying out of the closed walls was optimal. you didn't want to go back there.
"i'll take that as a yes. so, your name… lacunae? what is up with that?" the bat yapped on and on about meaningless things.
you liked the name you wrote, lacuna. it was very fitting for your person. you're glad your 'hero' costume covered most your body, leaving only your eyes and hands visible. among the years, your body had changed in ways you weren't pleased with. mother nor father cared, only pushing you to train harder.
they took you on missions that were difficult, always hoping you'd come back more injured if it meant you got stronger. you weren't even fully aware of your power, they never told you much.
‘anytime you black out, you'll become more powerful.' that's all they ever said. why did they want you hurt so often?
the building looked like it was on it's last life. the windows were disgusting, and the bricks were covered in mold. did they not have enough money for a cleaner at least?
"leave this to me, i'm more experienced in this sort of area."
the bat straightened his tie, cleaning off the imaginary dust from his suit and walked towards the back door. you followed behind, making notice of the differences between you two.
for one, he could hear better than you. the doctors said your hearing was worse than the average person, voices are muffled and it strained you to focus to what they said. for some reason, you could hear the bat's voice fine.
even robert's voice was muffled. when the other heros talked over the call, they were muffled. why wasn't his? it confused you, drawing more questions than answers.
the stairs creaked beneath you both, lights dim and people chatting with one another filled the room.
"oh? look who turned up. sonar, i haven't seen you in a second." one of the men swung an arm around the tall bat. "and you finally got laid, eh? aint that something," he chortled a laugh. the man's eyes followed your body, looking up then down and then back up.
“a shy one huh?" he commented, reaching over to touch your face. the bat's hand stopped him, staying in front of you.
"it's been a minute, you'll have to pardon my absence. i wasn't aware we moved locations."
"ah yeah, sorry i thought you knew." he frowned for a second before returning to a cheery grin, "nonetheless, it's nice to have you back. ol' emmersin will be grateful one of his best buyer's is back!"
speaking of, a deep voice called for the man. his shoulders raised to his ears, almost hunching over at the sudden beckon. "see ya man! nice to catch up."
the basement was filled with many, most you didn't recognize. it didn't matter, those here tonight were probably of a lower class. mother always sent you to high class estates to finish up business, wrapping up the end to a deal.
the bat, on the other hand, immersed himself with them. stuck deep in conversations, rattling on about a crypto he invested in. it was good he was here, you wouldn't have been able to keep up with those eager to talk.
it was one of the flaws you carried.
"wait…is that?" the voice was familiar, but due to the whisper it was hard to make out a face. by the time you turned to locate the person, there was no one to be seen.
“lacunae, over here. i think they're starting to trade." you turned back to the bat, following his lead. you were essentially here for backup in case something happened, but so far he was doing most of the work.
the bat was whispering something into his earpiece, back up probably? what even was supposed to happen. it's already obvious that there's a drug ring happening, now it's time to sit and wait?
“i thought i recognized you." a large man stepped in front of you and the bat, dressed a little too nicely for someone in a lower class neighborhood. "i thought you up'n died with your parents, but it seems little ambrose got away as always."
this man was not pleased to say the least…
Have you ever thought of hidden dominate reader? Shy in the streets, freak in the sheets. That's why Sonar loves her, he didn't see it coming though.
𖣠 ALTER EGO 🪲
-> warnings :: female reader ,, dominant reader ,, submissive sonar ,, short oneshot ,, handjob ,, begging
-> word count :: 393
you weren't very talkative at work, or outside of work. most of the employees at sdn didn't know much about you, and neither did your team. you kept to yourself, quiet with your words and decisive with your actions.
or, at least you were until sonar came into your life. his team was rowdy and loud, but they were more than aware of your demeanor. malevola had become your friend as well, like a package deal to dating sonar. not that you minded, she was always nice to you and gentle with her touches.
anytime someone at sdn would make a remote comment on your performance, and if she heard about it, she would make sure it wouldn't happen again.
you dont mind what people think of you, whether its your own teammates or the employees at sdn. what mattered most to you was when you went home to sonar. despite his lewd comments from time to time, he never pushed the idea of sex onto you.
maybe he thought you weren't a sexual person? or maybe that you weren't ready.
at least, that might've been what he thought until it happened one night. from small touches against your thigh and bites to your neck, the intimate session had escalated quickly.
who knew you were so controlling? victor moaned into the pillow, ass up and face down as your hand worked at his leaking cock. how long have you been teasing him, denying a release?
his mind was spiraling, and his legs shaking. "hah.. please let me cum, oh god let me!" he groaned into the plush pillow.
"are you sure you deserve it? what happened to that front you put up earlier? talking about how you could take anything." you were cruel, but he loved it.
he never suspected you to be this dominant, but he wasn't complaining! he just wished you'd let him cum.
the next day at sdn was.. entertaining to say the least. sonar only told malevola about you being a wolf in sheep's clothing. he didn't mean for it to spread to the rest of the team!
now prism was hounding you, eager for an answer or two. invisigal teased sonar about being the bottom bitch he is. you two weren't going to live this down, especially now that it's starting to spread to the rest of sdn.
𖣠 TUTOR SONAR SESSION 🪲
-> warnings / content :: dumbie reader (me ☹️) ,, cockwarming ,, breast grabbing ,, submissive sonar ,, dominant reader ,, light humping ,, needy sonar ,, grabbing his tie ,, he purrs guys (not his pussy /j) ,, accounting tw ,, female reader ,, afab reader ,, praise kink for our bat ,, transformation during sex ,, batform 🤤 ,, he has hyperspermia i wont debate this ,, creampie ,, minors dni
-> word count :: 1.2k
“where the hell did you get 27% from?” you grumbled out, eyebrows furrowing as you glared at the formula before you.
it barely made sense as it did, and whenever you did the formula mcgraw hill always marked it wrong. it got to the point you asked sonar for help, or to at least tutor you. he was smart, so surely accounting homework would be a piece of cake for him.
though with your current predicament, he could barely keep his mind straight. his cock was buried deep inside your pussy, head resting on your shoulder with you sat in his lap.
this was supposed to be the moment where you realize hes smart! he was supposed to brag about graduating from harvard, flexing how smart he was and how easy this homework was. yet, he had to bite back his moans.
it didnt even compare to his worse professors, but the way you clenched around him and shuffled in his lap had him sighing out.
he needed more friction. how many questions were left? only 4 more, and you still weren’t understanding anything.
“its very simple. the formula is right here,” his hand points towards your notes. “the problem already gives us the cost amount and the markup percent, finding the selling price is simple.”
no matter how many times he repeated himself you never understood. he even tried to put it in layman’s terms for you and that didnt work.
that didnt stop this harvard graduate from tutoring his pretty girlfriend nonetheless. he didnt care how long it took for you to understand, he could do this all day.
with your cunt gripping his dick so tightly, one hand on your tit and giving a gentle squeeze. he was going to become so brain dead after this was over. he’d do anything to stay in this position forever, just wishes he could at least thrust a little.
it was killing him having to stay still.
“hmm…” you quickly typed the formula in the calculator, attempting to solve the problem and finally get a grip on how to actually do the basic math. “ohh i see now, i think i mixed up the numbers.”
and that left three questions to go. victor was getting even more eager by the minute. he needed to move, he wanted to!
“we’re almost done, you’ve been so good.” your hand reached to the side of his face, giving a small scritch. he leaned into your touch with a soft chittering purr.
“so sweet of you to help me. three more to go and i’ll give you what you’ve been waiting for.”
it didnt take too long with how eager victor was to finish, in more ways than one. giving him a little incentive worked wonders, and gave you a pleasant grade on your homework for once.
maybe you’d have to do this often. sonar wouldnt complain one bit, rather he’d almost beg for another chance for this moment.
with that red, dingy tie tight in your grip you turned around on his lap, facing him now. your lips pressed a small kiss to the top of his snout. he leaned against you, hands sliding from your tits to your hips.
he pressed you tight against him, ready for you to give the incentive to go ahead and start fucking you. he was so ready to bust inside, he deserved it for helping you after all. he was so good the whole time, patient and kind as you struggled with your homework. it must’ve been hard without the help of a harvard graduate.
you didnt have to worry your pretty little head anymore with him around.
“such a good boy for me, you’ve been so patient. i’m proud of you.” you whispered and pressed more kisses to his face, trailing them up to his forehead and ears.
your empty hand grabbed at one of them, rubbing your thumb over it gently. victor let out a breath, leaning closer towards your neck. his fangs poked at the skin, not daring to dig through.
“are you ready?” you asked with a small kiss to his forehead.
“god yes, ive been waiting this whole to finally bust inside you. you have no idea how long ive been waiting, how much of a tease you are.” his hands tightened around your waist.
he was so cute when he was so needy. his voice wavered with every beat, struggling not to moan every time you clenched around him.
“go ahead, you can fuck me now.” you bit your bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth.
sonar wasted no time, immediately lifting your hips to thrust his own against them. he panted, rutting against your pussy as though it was the last chance he’d ever get.
one hand slipped down to your clit, gathering the slick between you two to rub against it. at least he took notes from last time, you had to give him some credit.
last time he tried to rub you dry it ended with a hurt clit. this time, he was more aware and educated in this sense. something harvard didnt teach him for once.
and god, the pleasure you felt with his thumb on you mixed with the tip of his dick pushing against your sweet spot was so perfect. your legs started to shake around him, toes curling the harder he thrusted up.
“hah… victor,” you moaned out, leaning your head back and allowing him room to sink his fangs into you.
he lapped at the blood, small chitters and purring mingled with his own moans. it would be obvious to the others the next day what happened between you two.
you couldnt care though, mind only focusing on how great he made you feel. he had the same thought you did, leaning you back onto the desk gently. it didnt matter if your notes would get sweat on them or if your pencils went flying off. you needed to cum!
victor leaned over you, keeping his harsh pace. one hand left your hip to go back to your boob, giving it a tight squeeze as he huffed.
your pelvis raised to meet his, legs wrapping around his waist and leg locking him in place. he couldnt pull out even if he wanted to now.
“hah so close! come on, victor, make me cum.” you grunted, arching your back off the desk. he was close to, not even in the right headspace to respond to your pleas.
“hah! hah!” he panted against your skin, brows furrowed as he sped his pace up. unbeknownst to you both, his frame started to grow bigger.
claws replaced his dull nails, chest growing larger and position switched just enough to continue thrusting into you.
wings grew out from his arms, his body becoming warmer and more furry. then finally, his dick grew thicker. the loud moan you let out was music to his ears, stretching you even wider as he finally felt you shake around him.
with how tight your walls became around him, he was next to cum. slowing his rutting hips as he spurted white ropes inside you.
“ohh god..” if he had pupils they would be rolling to the back of his head by now. “god you’re so perfect.”
“ahh…. victor..” by the time you realized he’d transformed your mind was mush with pleasure. “you’re still coming?” you asked with surprise, feeling his cock still pulsating and pushing out more cum.
“when’s the next tutor session?”
you didnt even bother to comment on that.
I PRESENT TO YOU THIS. READER HAS A WET DREAM ABOUT SONAR AND PERVS ON HIM FOR ONCE...
the whole z-team: what the fuck is going on
sonar, shaking with excitement: jealous?
𖣠 SWITCH A ROO 🪲
-> warning / content :: wet dream ,, pervert reader and pervert sonar ,, female reader ,, afab reader ,, dominant reader ,, clitoral stimulation ,, vaginal penetration ,, oral (giving) ,,
-> word count :: 1.6k
-> an :: hi this is me 🤤🤤🤤 id be looking him up and down all day and would never focus on anything else bc GAWDDDDD I NEED THAT MAN ❤️❤️❤️ comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated !! it keeps me motivated to continue writing <3
soft fur, long ears, teeth pricking at your neck in the right spots. your hands moved up to grasp at fur, sighing softly against his cheek as his hands moved down your body.
blunt fingernails dragging across skin, leading from your chest down to your stomach and to the waistband of your underwear. "may i?" with a voice of silk, he asked and received a nod. your underwear slipped down your legs, tossed somewhere else in the room.
his kisses at your neck trailed down your body, fangs grazing against your stomach as his body moved down.
milky eyes stare back up at you, hands lifting your thighs to settle over his shoulders. he moved closer to your core, tongue poking out to take the first lick. the tip of his snout pressed perfectly against your clit, drawing a small whine from your throat. your hands moved to his head, pushing him closer to your body. you wanted more from him, more that he had to offer for the night.
he'd gladly give it to you.
at least, you hoped so before your eyelids flashed open suddenly. your heart was racing, and the smell of arousal filled the air. you reached a hand between your thighs, feeling the dampened spot on your underwear.
you groaned, smushing your face into the pillow. "why did i have to wake up now?" you whined out, lifting your head to look at the clock. one minute before your alarm would ring. damn it all!
sonar was more than aware of the eyes watching his every move. he felt like he was in 1984 and big brother was posted everywhere. his fur prickled at the back of his neck, ears twitching as sounds poured from all over the office.
he could hear chase using the stapler, blonde blazer conversing with robert robertson the third, beef's nails clicking on the tile of the breakroom. he could hear it all, but most especially he could hear how fast your heart was racing.
he could smell the arousal, too. the shower you took this morning didn't hide it, nor your scented body wash.
sonar's racking his brain for memories, trying to figure out what he did to make you interested in him. not that he minded! it just felt a little weird being glanced at from afar.
he knows the look in your eyes, more then familiar with how your pupils dilate when thinking something of him. a naughty thought in your mind, and he wants you to just tell him so it could become reality.
sonar wasn't foreign to perving on someone from afar. he'd done it before, especially in college. he may have graduated harvard, but it definitely wasn't because of his charming looks or his softened fur. he's aware of the way your eyes follow down his body, almost unclothing him with just your mind.
he certainly wouldnt complain! well, it wasn't often someone would view him in such a manner. most would take one look, maybe two, and feel disgust. it's okay, he was an aquired taste, one that you had the tongue for.
your mind was swirling with delicious thoughts, filled with him in many positions and clothing. would he look good gagged up and tied to the bed frame? was leather too out of character for him, or was he too taboo with pegging?
if he was okay with pegging, how far would it go? would he let you fill him with fake semen or use an ovipositor on him? would he like being egged?
it's hard to focus on work when visions of sonar with a leaking cock is filling your mind.
you were more of a horndog than he was at this point! it had to stop, but your mind wouldn't allow it. your evening was filled with ideas on how to pleasure him, ways he'd pleasure you.
it wouldn't hurt to talk to him in the break room…. right?
your scheduled break couldn't have come any sooner, your stomach wretching for something to eat. you were even willing to tussle with the vending machine in the break room. your thoughts finally moved onto something lighter, pulling a couple of crumpled dollars from your mostly empty wallet, you straightened the bills out and slid them into the machine.
it took a few tries to get one of them in but with just enough force and patience it worked. your eyes grazed over your options, the same possibly stale snacks that are there every day. they landed on a pack of oreos, the blue packaging calling out to you this time.
when the snack dropped into the bottom you reached in to grab it, quickly opening the cookies and fishing one out to eat. it wasn't too bad, but your stomach wasn't too thrilled.
the door to the break room creaked open and you turned to see who it was. sonar stared from across the room, almost waiting to see if you'd make a peep. when you hadn't, his maw opened to talk.
"before you say it, yes."
you raised an eyebrow at the bat, confused. "what? i haven't even said a word yet. what if i was about to ask if i could gouge your eyes at?" you joked sarcastically.
his ears folded a little at that, but quickly perked back up. his smooth voice with a practiced tone left you stunned. "i see how you look at me, smell the effect i have on you." hes standing with folded arms, eyes staring at you.
"looking at you?" you sputter a scoff, "puh-lease, the only thing interesting about you is your series of crimes. i mean, cyberbullying, really?"
"you can make fun of me all you want, but i know the looks you gave me." he was smug, too smug for your liking. this isn't an easy scenario to play off, especially when he's already aware of how you think of him.
your heart is pacing, persona faltering just enough to know he's got you where he wants.
"fuck! watch the ears why do- ohhh…" his mouth dropped open the second he felt your lips around his cock. your tongue moved against him, teasing at the tip buried in your mouth.
thankfully waterboy wasn't working at the moment. it was easier to shove sonar into the janitor's closet knowing no one would walk in. at least, you hoped no one would.
"hah, if i knew you'd react this way to confrontation i wouldve brought it up a lot sooner."
you almost had half a mind to give him a little nibble for that alone, but decided against it. your head moved against him, almost enjoying the scent of his arousal. his milky eyes were crinkled, furry brows furrowed as his jaw flexed open and close.
at least you were doing something right, his reaction was more than enough to show that.
"hah.. move down a little," he pleaded and you listened, taking more of him into your mouth to savor him. you could taste the somewhat salty precum he was starting to spew.
when you felt he was close enough, you removed him from your mouth. sonar almost whined at the loss of warmth until your hands remove your pants, pulling your underwear aside and rubbing him slowly against you.
his hands found their way to your hips, clit nudging against his tip a few times before starting to ease him in. you were already aroused from your previous fantasies. it was just the beginning of many more to happen. his tip slid in, slowly easing your body against his length.
break was almost over, you two had to be quick. with 15 minutes left on your timer, you would make the most out of this closet experience.
a little squeak left the half-bat below you, raising a brow at the sound as you fought a smile. "lost your words?" his eyes narrowed at you, before wincing at the grip your walls had around him. he fit almost perfectly with you, feeling his balls against your butt.
"a harvard graduate never loses anything," he grunted when your hips moved against him. you raised yourself up and down along him, savoring each filling stroke. his tip brushed deliciously against your g-spot.
you placed your hands against his chest to balance yourself, picking up the pace as you rode him. every bounce was loud and wet, teeth gnashing against your lip to stifle your moans. it was bad enough you two were fucking at work, you didn't want someone to walk in. at least you two had the decency not to do it on paid hours.
sonar's hands gripped your hips tightly, angling his own to meet with your bounces. he was becoming eager, his climax starting to build up quickly. one hand removed itself from his chest, reaching down between your legs to gather some of your arousal on your finger. it moved up to your clit, rubbing gently at the nub.
your walls clenched at the contact, sonar chirping under you. "hah, i'm uh..getting close here," he groaned as you dropped against his length. "how close?" you asked, continuing your movement despite the aching in your thighs. any moment it felt like you were about to drop from the ache.
"almost there!" he panted, your finger moving furiously against your clit to hurry with your own orgasm. it was so close! with one last push, your legs shook around him and your walls clenched against his length. you savored the feeling for a few moments before sliding off.
your eyes caught the way his dick pulsated and soon milky cum dripped down from the head down his length. his chest heaved with heavy breaths, tongue poking out slightly from his jaw.
your timer still had 3 minutes left.
"we should do this more often," sonar managed to squeeze out in between pants.
𖣠 “CAN I HOLD IT WHILE YOU PEE?” 🪲
-> warnings / content :: this is NOT watersports i promise im not into it ,, dick holding ,, this is more fluff / crack than nsfw stuff ,, gender neutral reader ,, sonar has some bush ,, perv ish reader (as usual) ,, reader is implied to be shorter than sonar ,, crude language it is sonar we’re talking about ,, he does get somewhat hard 🤤 probably described in too much detail for someone not into piss ,, ive never held a dick to piss before so sorry if its kinda inaccurate ,, do beware the warnings ,, minors dni
-> word count :: 891
“are you actually serious? like, you’re for real on this? you actually want to touch my limp dick while i let out the craziest golden shower ever?”
the more he asked the more you regretted even bringing up the topic. it wasnt like you havent seen him limp, or piss for that matter.
its not like you were into watersports either. this was purely curiosity that may wind you up into a different kind of circumstance you didnt expect.
“yes or no?” you asked with arms crossed, raising a brow at the hybrid.
you thought your relationship with victor was more relaxed to the point you could do stupid shit together. did you guess wrong? what if he said no? would he think differently of you?
just mulling over all the possible bad outcomes was enough you make you fully regret asking. before you could even disperse the previous topic, sonar beat you to it.
“i guess, i’m not sure what weird kink thing you’re getting out of this. i dont mind, just dont aim it wrong and give me pink eye from my own piss.”
well…. that definitely wasnt what you were expecting, but hey! a win is a win in your book! you’ll take every chance you get.
with an imaginary victory party in your head, your smile grew a little too wide for someone about to hold their boyfriend’s dick while he pissed.
thankfully you werent at the office either, or at work or on shift. you didnt want to explain why you were holding sonar’s dick like it was a firearm and standing behind him in the bathroom.
and thankfully, your request was about to be fulfilled. he did mention getting up to go to the bathroom. who knows, you probably just saved him the trouble of possibly falling in the toilet or something. yeahh….totally….
“are you coming or are you chickening out now? too scared of my big, limp, uncircumcised dick now? scared i might bite?”
“hell no, im coming.”
“thats what she said.”
if only you were tall enough to smack him upside the head for that comment. you rolled your eyes, following him into the bathroom like you were about to complete some freak ass cia plan.
to be fair, it is a freak ass plan. cia level? probably not, more like government level.
“well? are you going to unbuckle my pants and pull them down? ready to see my white boxers with pink hearts?”
no matter what stupid shit he had to say you always knew what he meant. being around sonar for so long meant having to get used to the insane things he would say randomly.
the amount of times hes said suggestive things while on call with robert during a job is in the thousands by now. you were almost sure of it.
your hands made quick work ridding his belt, setting it on the sink counter and working your way to his zipper. surprisingly, he wasnt wearing white boxers but instead black briefs. you almost wanted to see him with hearts on his ass cheeks.
“oh? what’s this?” you almost smirked, reaching a hand to cup his slowly hardening dick. “i recall you saying your dick was limp.”
“hardy-har, we have a ivy league graduate in here it seems.” he folded his arms, looking to the side. “if you’re done groping me, id really like to piss now.”
“oh shit, yeah.” ignoring the first part of what he said you slipped his briefs down, standing to the side as he moved in front of the toilet.
“do you just, like… aim like that?” you asked as though it was the most normal thing ever. it felt like being in the booth of a first person shooter game at a chuck-e-cheese’s more. having to jiggle the toy gun around to hit the bugs on the screen, except without having someone else you only lasted two seconds.
thats about as much time as it takes for him to cum anyways.
“holding it that high with make me piss on the lid and it’ll projectile back onto me. i would not like to be covered in my own piss.”
“oh, my bad i wasnt aware.” you aimed a little lower, waiting for any signal to adjust or keep it there.
“a little further, and ah there we go.”
he was a little warm, whether it was due to his blood rushing to cause an erection to form or him about to piss you werent entirely sure.
it was a little weird, somewhat feeling the liquid travel through and land in the water. it was also a little awkward, trying to hold still enough so you didnt accidentally hit the toilet seat.
it didnt take long until he was finished.
“so… do you wipe or?”
“just give it a little shake.”
“excuse me?” the look of disgust on your face was clear.
“fine fine, just wipe it off.”
you shook your head, muttering complaints in your head as you cleaned him off. this was definitely a learning experience. the next time you two decide to have sex, he is definitely taking a shower before hand.
“with that out the way…. mind giving me a handie? i’ve been trying not to cum the whole time, and i think i deserve a little reward.”
