WE need Sonar to be balls-deep, ripping up the shorts to your hero costume (“So fuckin’ short. You’re soooo fucking sexy holy shit,”) while Robert is tweaking out through comms as he watches your respective trackers separate and connect over and over and over, leaving your dispatch on hold for him to reroute and explain away because what good dispatcher lets his team pipe and get piped on the job?? CERTAINLY not Robert Robertson, model employee!!!
(Thank god for his mute button 🙏 Can’t say the same for anyone else on your line though)
﹢ Bf!Sonar x Civillian!Reader ﹢ Non-penetrative smut ﹢
There is nothing more titillating to Sonar in your sex life than the filthy, tactful exploration of your body—which, as he does all things, is blind.
His thin, acne-decorated thighs pin your own open by the knees; Ghosting his vibrator across your tense abdomen, and towards the still-sensitive sticky spot where you’d joined.. Vigorously, as a sentiment to his ‘release’, for the past hour.
The determined pulses of the toy feel like acute earthquakes in your boyfriend’s capable hands; He flicks the intensity on and off masterfully in accordance to your feelings; Always so tuned into your frequency it becomes effortlessly sexy even without the accompaniment of your touchstarved, swivelling hips bucking into his withholding hand. So close..!
His fangs trace your jugular to the best of their ability, being parallel to you, as a warning should you cut his experiment short. What a brat. Had he not drawn you in for conjugal visits every weekend while he was in jail, you really do doubt he’d have garnered enough Blazer Points (tm) to scheme his way out, much less get a job—the pleasure comes to an impossible crescendo before tidal-waving into a whole lot of nothing.
He wants you to focus.
Your totally-not-sadistic-boyfriend gets back to it once you resume eye contact— (or, at the very least, turn your head in his direction; The buzzing as his echolocative guide) Shoving the toy against you once more, urging it to max out once and for all—!
Biz-bzzt!
You think it’s the vibrator for half a second, before realizing the sound is his phone being called on the nightstand. Sonar pays no mind to it aside from a gravely groan of frustration and a flick of his ear. He hates being cut off from a groove; So, when given the choice, he’ll always elect to be difficult.
His cell goes on for another few beats, bounding it’s way to the edge of the nightstand, urging you to stop fucking on a weekday.
Bzzzzzsht!
..And just as Sonar’s closest ear turns back to you, the non-cellular apparatus buzzing against your angry tip dies with a hardly audible death-rattle above the symphony of your various gurgles and groans. Goddamn it.
“.. Fucccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.”
Sonar chances a brief, stunted glance between you and the phone and back again, before deciding that he might want to pick up if you have any will to keep living off the streets. He slots the dead sex-toy against you once more, agitating the small handle with his idle forefinger, while pressing to answer the phone on speaker.
➳ The NNN fic nobody wanted and nobody needed. Enjoy!
!! Includes Jack Howl, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Vil Schoenheit, (Silver Vanrouge, and Malleus Draconia)
(I want to say it’s abt.. 1200 words?? 300 per guy. Ish.) NSFW warning
Jack Howl; 2/10, ~1 Week
It wasn’t his fault, so says Jack in the shameful big-light of his bedroom. This is totally normal friend stuff, he fibs with reluctance. Think of the plants; They’ve got feelers everywhere.. It’s really, super-mega unsexy to do.. That because of.. Them in his VERY limited free time.!
.. This is all your fault. He still ends up whimpering into the night, despite every effort to not show your effect on him—he’s all achy and sweaty and disgusted with himself for thinking of a friend like this, that while he’s partly famous for taking responsibility, you managed to put that filthy little mouth of yours to work and use a good habit AGAINST him. Ugh, it makes him want to shut you up even more! The audacity of it alone would’ve left him reeling, not considering the problem you left him with; Coming up to him at lunch, proposing that—
“C’mon, Jack, you have to play! Everyone’s doing it! It feels just like the holiday at home—you’d really be helping me out, buddy.. Plus, Ace’s already nominated to ‘compensate’ the winner for their troubles.”
“And you need more players.. To sweeten the final pot? This is inappropriate, and really dumb; I’m an athlete. I can’t just ignore my body.”
”.. So you can’t control your urges? Isn’t restraint and loyalty part of the whole shtick?”
It’s discipline, he so intelligently informs you; Not stifling in the least, once you get used to it. You nod in a poor attempt to dissuade him from a lecture, and instead of being a good, supportive friend, you go for gold;
“Aren’t you always trying to take care of me? Not that it makes you any less strong or manly or whatever.. I just wanted to prove that I can earn it.”
You take his elbow when he doesn’t seem quite convinced; keeping a respectable pace while rubbing your hips against each other, the friction sending pleasant scritchy-scratchies to his you-drunk brain.
“.. You don’t even have to pay, if you don’t want to. Just wanna see how much you can take, sweetheart. No pressure!”
..
You really are the worst. He slips a 10 into the beloved Family-Jewel-Jar you’ve been keeping atop Ramshackle’s kitchen counter in the event of your “inevitable fucking super-win” the next time he’s dragged by, before roughly wiping his hands off and scurrying away in the direction of a mirror to really self reflect. You know him—knew he’d pay up no matter what you said! God, you’re such a villain!
It’s time you learned to lie in the bed you’ve made; Very soon you’ll get to feel, first hand, just how much he can take!
“You’ve gotta’.. Take responsibility, Sweetheart.”
Leona; 10/10 FOR EFFORT!! ~Midnight on the 28th
You are, somehow, in a school busting at the seams with teenage boys, the ballsiest person Leona has ever met; And he doesn’t dub you with that lightly, ‘specially because he’s basically jerking himself to death over you and your bullshit. He’s not some cub—it takes a hell of a lot to get Leona going.
And trust him when he says this, he’s been going in your honour,, (cough cough YOU SICKO cough)
”Leooooonnnnnahhhhhhhhhhh,”
He didn’t even want to dignify you with a response; Not at first. And not in the I’m better than you way (..which he’s guilty of doing from time to time), but you’ve been.. Weird, lately. More so than usual. Fidgeting with your hands, adjusting your clothes more often, obsessively reapplying cologne (Watch him sniff the air), and furiously texting whatever groupchat you’ve organized this time.
“Leona?”
.. Not to say he’s jealous of whoever the hell knows what’s going on, he has an idea, but it’s only natural for him to be cautious. Prey animals spread disease to predators all the time!
”Leona!”
“.. Problem?”
It makes sense to be cautious. It’s natural to be wary of people in his space.. But, despite all his manual alarm bells going off towards the hand inching down his abs, none of the passive—no, instinctual ones are turning on. (..Except for the ones turning him on,)
It’s too cold at this time of year to be in the garden, so the two of you’ve settled for lounging about the savannah in hopes of warming up. Seems like you had a different approach; And he thought he had you pegged. Aren’t you just full of surprises.
“C’mon, I know you’re way too hot in those pants, let’s—“
“Get them off to win your bet?”
He watches, with a scientific breed of curiosity, as you retrieve your wandering appendage (retracting to his chest of all places, fiddling with one of his buttons), and pull out all those cutesy-wootsey-scavenger stops. It reminds him of Ruggie, if the brat could actually pull off playing coy.
“..You know about that? W-we don’t even have to do it, if you don’t want.. Jus’. Wanted to stake my claim, yknow?”
You’re such an asshole,
He loves it more than anything.
“Another time. And I’m not paying you for something like that, I.. I’ll think on it. I’ll think hard. So don’t go propositioning anybody else in the meantime—it’ll hurt my pride.”
“Does anyone ever think soft?”
“.. Whatever, you know what I meant.”
..
He’s going to have a long, vigorous fucking brainstorm. And you get paid! What can he say? Leona’s always been an ideas kind of guy.
“Fuckkk! Don’t stopppp,, Pleasssee,, Holy shit!”
Not that you inspire much thinking after hours.
Azul; 4/10 Strong effort, ~5 Days
THE Azul Ashengrotto is going insane. Batshit. His beautiful brain’s gone waterlogged, because isn’t that soooo neat and funny? It’s HILARIOUS. Ha. Ha-ha. Ha ha. (There’s literally never been a laugh more monotone)
.. At least, according to Jade, who immediately made fun of him upon seeing his state.
Which, as we’ve established, (have we? He can’t read.. Well, anything, at the moment. Give him grace!!) is reducing him to village-idiot intelligence. It’s like all the blood in his body’s gone south, and not to his legs.
This is a nightmare.
He’s going to die hard. And then be buried with a tent in front of his poor, unfortunate mum. And then haunt you with blue-balls, because who else is better unfinished business than the business which didn’t let him finish? Hardy-har, ha ha.
.. He’s particularly convinced, now, that he will never die. That going boneless and bonerfull alone, in the dark, locked inside his office, was the best choice because this is the safest room in the world.
He claps twice to dim the lights, (cursing when they brighten at first) and wretches his head backwards into the plush of his chair—releasing a centuries old groan. Then, a very distinguished squeak as his traitorous tip rubs against his pants seam.
His hands, as if disembodied, travel down his waistcoat—rubbing the shapes you doodle in class carefully into his gooseskin abdomen. You’d be gentle; He keens at the thought, wishing he had a sample of your cologne to huff for reassurance. Those same hands ghost the waistband of his too-tight boxers, teasing at his naked happy trail and introducing cold air to his shy shaft. If it were you, he’d bust on the spot.
You hadn’t even tried to inspire this—just got unlucky with a water bottle after your proposition. Maybe that was your plot the whole time!.. It’s a lot nicer to entertain, rather than him just being a pervert.
The scene is filthily intimate—had you been here, it would have been a different story. He’d be a gentleman! (He says, jerking to the thought of you,) Wine and dine you before sending you off with a chaste kiss, spending the rest of his night not cumming into his fist. A shame, he— Mhm—!
He palms himself hard, incorporating his trimmed nails to mimic your unfortunate state of digital hygiene. Gross. What a perfect pair; He’s gross, too, for being such a degenerate. You cut a fine figure for a gaggle of creeps!!
He wants to cross the desk and stroke himself in the chair you last sat in. Wishes you left your jacket so he could choke on it—
Bzt-bizt!
He releases without ceremony into his pants, mouth-breathing as he loudly scoots his chair back to be flush against his desk; It’s a text. From you.
“You busy? I’m coming over”
“No, you’re not. Goodnight.”
He puts you on silent, too humiliated to get you your money outside of scheming to sneak it in your pocket next-day. Post-nut clarity hits.
..
.. Does this count as overtime?
Vil; 10/10, ~2 Weeks
“I am in control.”
..
“I am beautiful,
I embody grace,
This is beneath me.”
The beautiful queen brings his lithe hand to the seam of his leggings; Drawing shapes into his upper thigh for comfort, before releasing a soft exhale of triumph.
He’s better than temptations of the flesh. He is sooo in control it’s inhuman!..
“Damn it.”
He seethes through swan pose, taking a half-hearted glance around the half of his bedroom that’s in his sights, and grinds against his violet yoga-mat. Again.
Again? He was supposed to be above this! Above you!! So why’s he caught up in the fantasy of.. Well, it’s too vulgar for a Sunday morning, which says a lot for someone who’s done all the faux sex scenes in the industry.
He needs you out of his head—the very fate of his time off depends on it!!
.. And if the only way is to,, God,, Jerk off on his scheduled exercise time, then so be it.
Anything for productivity.
..
Vil doesn’t wish for you to be in the room while he lowers his tights (for his wishes tend to come true in twisted ways), doesn’t want you to see him as he is, but it’s nice to think that you’d support him in such trying times.
He settles on his heels, pulling his pants and underwear down to his mid-thigh to avoid any spillage. He starts again. From base to tip, he imagines you innovating ways to improve the quality of his ‘workout’; Laying his head in your lap, awaiting his commands with a willing smile, maybe even touching yourself to his tune..!
You’ve always been such an amicable potato. It’s what he likes about you—so set in your roots, but when pressure is applied in the right places, you fall apart like pastry flakes. So malleable. So sweet for him!
He can’t help but to think of his first time with you in ramshackle all those years ago—the way you’d tactfully punched the showerhead while he leaned against the adjoining wall. Observing. Judging you.
“Sorry, hun. ‘Fraid she’s hit her limit. No water from here until I get some elbow grease to it.”
He’d glared at you, then. Unaware of your potential. His towel hung low on his hips; Scratchy against his nethers and loosely bound to the skin of his waist. The coy, up-down look you sent him soothing his indignation just so.
“There’s a shower in my room, should you not fancy sharin’ one with Ace.”
He’d thanked you, and took you up on the offer for obvious reasons—you’d lead him to your room while carrying his things, turned around, and left him to his devices.
It was so nice. So typical of you, that it stuck with him, but in the hot-wet haze of his fantasy, he hoped for just a moment that you ravished him. Took him right there in the shower with Rook across the hall; Normally, he’d have declined. Might have even gagged. But now that he knows how well you’d take care of him?
No doubt in his mind—productivity be damned, you could fuck him in the window and he’d be happy!
..
He shoots cum over the expanse of his taught, clothed thighs and sighs.. Now he’s out a dry cleaning bill and the penalty for your little bet. What’s a poor dove to do if not drag you down to his level?
“Oh, Darling,, How would you feel about a bath?”
It’s not too late to make his dream come true..!
BONUS BOYS!!
Silver; 7/10, ~3 Weeks
Your sweet, half-hard fiancé getting palmed to death by you moments before a big speech about his promotion to grandmaster.. He’s just so nervous. Won’t you help him out? Just this once?
Malleus; N/A. 3 Hours.
Came seconds after teleporting home post-hangout where you SUBTLY alluded to touching yourself. What did you expect??
Can I request a more dominant reader w a downbad, would do anything for them Ruggie, Idia and Leona?
My goody goodness... You're so baddddd
Js like the visual of Ruggie nudging your legs apart in the shadow of your home desk—tryin sooo hard not to bother you at work and failing, falling face-first into the meat of your calf and whining his head off, how he's been SUCH a good boy 4u and demanding proper treatment as such,, Like he won't be sitting there until his legs go numb and all he's left to sleep with is a kiss on the cheek <\3 (You're BAITING HIMMMMUHHH) (He's right where he wants to be)
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Leona laying boneless across your lap because he's gone n pissed you off being so bratty, BUT refuses to storm out (he's nonchalant. Kill him) because then you win and he'll get tossed around tn as punishment :..( How tragic :(( As if he couldn't throw you out the window with one hand; he wants to play mouse with you. Come and get him if you dare–!!
(Acting like he's not HOWLINGG to get fucked, climbing all over your side of the bed and tapping you awake to fill him up. He just lovessss you <33
. now pull his pants down, he needs a good nights sleep)
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Lwk. Poor little Idia funding your business expenses while you play with his bits through his pants </33 HE JUST WANT TO FEEL YOU is that so wrong??. Always trying to take more than deserved, he'll beg himself into punishments n then be confused when the spreader comes out,, It's totally not his fault! You read him wrong!!
,,Recording his mumbled, circular arguments of "but they're perfect!! How could they be wrong about you? Kys!" To "Nobody's perfect! They're lying to get in your pants!!.. Perceived slight, much? Nobody's that into you.."
And then getting to play with him again, erasing any self-depricating thoughts and siccing a newborn EgoDia on the world... Muhahaha... Your plot has unfolded perfectly
Slobbing on Flambae’s fat chest after work because life cold nipple warm. He hatessss it (lovingly), calls you a mommy-issues-bitch every time (while tugging on your hair), and REFUSES to admit it makes him want to nut his pants. Fuckin’ baby. Whenever you cockwarm him you’ll find your head being nudged and his suit being pulled ever so slightly to the side, nooooo fault of his if you want to be a weirdo and give them a tweak.. Not like he’ll cum inside or anything..
Dude.
Finding the nut sock w/ SOME juniors @bju3c0re @maofsydbsk @menherabuluv
HEAVILY IMPLIED NSFW!!
Cater, admittedly, totally dropped the ball on this one—it was almost funny how coming-of-age your discovery was,, Your night was supposed to be productive! When Cater’d invited you to study some biology (we all know what that means ;].. QUE CARDS!!) you’d expected good conversation, maybe a little bit of tongue; (okay, a lot..) but when a fleshlight with your skin colour rolled out from under his bed the second you’d sat down, you knew this was going to get either really sexy or really not—lucky for Cay-cay, you have a soft spot for pathetics :)
Trey decided at this moment he’d never been meant to make it here. Maybe if he’d been the “allergy kid” in middle school he wouldn’t have lived long enough for this to have changed the course of his good, perverted life—curse his rootin’ tootin’ “let’s play mud pie!!” immunity genes!! He’d known just how dead he was the second he saw your face; that lust/horror is reserved for hot guys saving you from a serial killer, or finding out you’re the object of someone’s sexual fantasy. Needless to say, (while he WOULD!) there aren’t any serial killers around; he’ll be thinking twice the next time he steals your undies,, And if he’s lucky, they’ll be on you,,
Leona, in the nicest (Well it’s him so, least-offensive? Most vague?) way possible, simply got tired of wanking off to you behind your back. He’d MUCH rather do it in your face, but that brings the complexities of.. Eugh, being vulnerable that Leona wasn’t built for (When he’s pantsless, at least)—instead, he does what any predator does best; setting you the fuck up. A lot of his plan hinged on your inferior reaction time, and the second you’d “Violated! Startled! Debauched!” him in the smear campaign of the century (walking in on him “stretching the ol’ tail”) by his design, he knew he’d won—at least for the night!
Idia has a way with divination despite flunking that class for the privilege of being the best hermit there ever was—namely, calling dibs on the worst case scenario’s served him well so far; but this’s just cheugy. It’s over-the-top NSFW that’ll totally tank his view count! He’s a trope! A sicko!.. And you like it.? Which makes you just as bad, but by the nature of his newfound title (#1 Perv) he has no ground to judge. Especially not when you were doing a nice thing cleaning up his depression room—he can hardly fault you for being lawful good, but did you have to find his crank material? Tens of mini-hologram clips featuring.. ‘Niche actors’ with striking similarities to yourself, including some real gems like PIPED BY GEEK!! and Blown into another world!?,, Curse you for button mashing, but with the grace of save-scumming, he might just land a good end after all ʚ♡ɞ
HM: Would never keep a baby batter catcher EVER. It’s demeaning and unsanitary (it’s just hidden too well to find->) Vil, Rook (in the woods), Malleus, Lilia (probably on the ceiling)
I’m sorry but Monsterfucker!Reader in the phoenix program. Writing smut about Sonar (Allegedly!!) on their time off, sitting just so in the cafeteria to grind against their thigh meat while he sits obliviously in the corner eating a sandwich—Finally getting him into a bar bathroom stall, after fantasizing about a tapered tip, ten-inch ridged shaft, KNOTTING!!.. Only to find that he’s like two inches hard and has a completely normal situation. At least he’s good with his hands!! 🫶 @grymmsical
Pov: youve gone all the way with them but youre „saving yourself“ on your first kiss 💔
muhehe 😼 First time I write penetration. Eughk.
Last time he had you ass over head, plowing you with the strength of a single, particularly horned-up college boy, he'd been a GENTLEMAN. Extending your legs just far enough to pleasurably burn, kissing down your tummy before oral, and dirty talking so well that even when it toed the line between ouggghhhh harder and get off me lol, you were STILL into it!!!!.. Until he bent forward; the sweat-slicked, exercise-bloated sinew of his bicep thoroughly distracting your fucked-out mind as it ballooned from the strain. He's so.. Close.
You stick both hands over your mouth, soon as he crosses the invisible threshold created by your skybound knees. He stops, asks what the hell your problem is, and thrusts hard to keep you honest. Does your breath stink, and he didn't notice?.. Aren't you just a peach. "Mh-mh. Ou on't ove e."
"Don't talk with your mouth full."
"You don't love me! I'm saving it for someone who does!".. In a rejected daze he brings you to 'loveless' climax, walks home, and concocts a plan. You'll be so loved he'll be cleaning you out for WEEKS. So, next time you yell his way:
꒦꒷꒦꒷
He struts to your dorm like a man on a mission— all tight shoulders, rolled up hands, and the aura of somebody pre-leaking through their boxers. 🤤. If you've ever needed to place a moment where he is paying full attention to something, today is the day. He grips the headboard with a vengeance, stealing kisses as he pleases; you're with him for LIFE, now, so you better get as much of THIS *vaguely gestures up and down body* as possible. He's allllllllll yours ♡
"You think I'd fuck you like this if I didn't love you? Call me a slut. Call. Me. A. SLUT, I'm giving it up so easy.
Your slut?
..
Haaah, better not see you holding this over my head, later— 'M YOUR WHORE. Now, kiss my face off."
W/ Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, Vil Schoenheit,
Sweet thing couldn't wait long enough to await your call, so he does what everyone is hoping for, and sneaks through your window next night— (you thought romance was dead!) With the moon at his back and sheets slumped overhead, there is nothing closer to his visage than that of an angel.
YOUR ANGEL, sucking the life out of you while Grim sleeps in the next room. It appears that you've just rolled over and taken his vulgar mouth— but in actuality, he's only spared the metal bat at the side of your bed so long as he plays nice. Insert home defense tagline.
"I can kiss you here.. and here.. Hehe, but not there? What's so special about it?..
I want to. Want to taste all of you. 'Wanna swallow you whole tonight, and you're going to LIKE IT." ♡
No one on this planet has the zest for punishing him like you, and after your brief social distancing of.. Two days?.. He's tired of the distinct absence of your hickies on his skin. Barges into your room like a brat, and squirms on your bed, longing to be treated like one. Like a honeypot.
Ends up reversing the roles midway to watch the panic in your eyes as he bites justttt below the swell of your lower lip; he's waiting for your signal, and you've got all the time in the world to learn how loved you've become. There's nobody to put him in line save for you, now— if you take full responsibility, he might spare your undies drawer of a pillaging. Depends on if you're calling him naughty or nice once you've gone boneless! ♡
".. So long as I'm not allowed kisses, I guess nibbling's more than okay, right?.. You're no fun. I think I'll just end up eating you up, anyways.
Ahhh, now you want a kiss? But I'm so hungryyyy :( "
