What Chief Bogo is like in the bedroom. [Human Reader]. ;)
{gender neutral}
Warnings: NSFW!
(I understand people might not like the Chief Bogo x ‘HUMAN’ reader thing, but he’s a cartoon with human like features and characteristics, not an actual Buffalo on all fours, so there’s nothing wrong with it).
A lot of the time, he’s VERY dominant - considering his size, he’s a lot bigger and stronger than you, and that’s a kink of his, he loves to get all handsy with you, pinning you down, having his hand around your neck (not too tight, he doesn’t want to hurt you), holding down your thighs while he goes down on you so you can’t move, he’s obsessed with it.
He moans, a lot, he isn’t ashamed of letting himself go around you, you make him feel so good, his moans sound like deep gruffs and grunts. The only time he wouldn’t moan so much is if you both get horny at the ZPD and do it in his office, weather you work there or you don’t work there and you’re just going to visit him at work, he’ll take you on his desk, holding your mouth shut with one hand while pounding you trying to keep you quiet.
He enjoys biting and licking you a lot, weather it’s your ear, or your neck and shoulders, your hips or thighs, your tummy, he’d even work on the parts you’re insecure about. He loves your body so much, he doesn’t care on the shape or size or color or marks, he’s obsessed with it, and will show you that you’re perfect to him not matter what by worshiping it.
He likes to mark you up a little e.g. hickies, but not in major places, like your neck. He’d put them on your thigh or you tummy. He isn’t one for giving you real actual bruises, and if he sees one on you and it’s from him, he’d apologise profoundly, kissing the bruise over and over again; “(y/n), you should have told me to stop if I was hurting you” he’d say, but you loved his roughness.
Despite being rough, he can also be soft and sweet. Slow, passionate, sensual. He can do that too. He enjoys those times, a lot. He’d fuck you slowly and agonisingly, while giving you a deep, and even slower kiss.
He loves oral, he enjoys giving, and always puts you first, makes sure you are satisfied first. He works up to it, kissing and licking around your things before he hits the sweet spot. He loves it when you grab his horns, it’s a big turn on for him. While you give him oral, he loves massaging your hair/ head.
He wouldn’t mind bringing toys into the bedroom if you wanted them, but for him personally, you’re enough, if you wanted them through, he wouldn’t say no.
He loves to handcuff you to the bed, he makes sure you have a safe word because he doesn’t want you uncomfortable. He doesn’t do them tight either, he enjoys being handcuffed to the bed too, and doesn’t mind how tight they are.
He loves being on both top and bottom equally as much, he always wants to have both hands on you at all time though, feeling your body.
He has a high sex drive, and his ‘member’ is huge, and sometimes it can be tiring for you, but he’d never make you have sex with him too much in a small amount of time in fear he’d damage you, he’s big on aftetcare too, he loves to bathe you, wrap you in blankets, get you snacks, cuddles with you for hours, he treats you like you’re sick. But you love him no matter what.
…being an agent at the ZPD, seeing as the chief never leaves his office unless it is to go sleep in his bed – sometimes, he even does that at his desk – and there wouldn’t have been another way to have met him.
…being the complete opposite of him, shy and humble, until you realize he’s not taking care of his health and you make an entire one-eighty.
…those late-night shifts, where you take an extra trip to the department to give Bogo some of your home-made dinners.
…the ability to change his decision or behavior by a single look whenever you think he is being unfair to his men.
…the occasional moment of forcing him out of his office to either go home or to go with the rest of the department to a party, telling him it is good to relax or make friends, even if you, yourself, are too shy to do the same thing.
…being the only one who is allowed to call him Bogo instead of Chief, and always hearing a gushing squeal in the distance when you do so, which sounded like Clawhauser.
…never minding Clawhauser’s gushing, because he was the one who got you two together in the first place by shipping you together since the moment you were transferred to the ZPD.
…always telling him to be careful and that he’s not allowed to get hurt when he leaves on a solo mission that you’re not allowed to go on.
…running to him whenever he gets back from a dangerous assignment, telling him he’s never allowed to go again, even if you know that’s not going to happen – it is his job, after all, and he loves his job.
…being even more of a Gazelle lover than him and joining him at every single one of her concerts.
…happily massaging his stiff shoulders whenever you see him overworking and when you’re sure no one is around, knowing he doesn’t want to show affection in public and wants to stay professional, given that you work under him.
…playing with his ears whenever you’re bored or being ignored by him, which he’d command for you to stop, even if you can clearly see he likes it – maybe a bit too much, in fact.
…him sometimes getting frustrated with his work to the point where you force it away from him, lock his office door, and command him to stop – he’d know where you were going and would tell you it wasn’t a good time, nor appropriate, but as soon as you’d unwelcomely straddle his lap and pull him in for a kiss, he’d keep quiet.
…animals calling you Mrs. Chief as a joke from time to time, even before Chief Bogo finally asked you to be his wife; since then, that’s the only thing they’ve called you, because you obviously said yes.
…all the officers secretly knowing about the rare but occasional moments of intimacy you two have had around the ZPD, but no one teasing you about it or even bringing it up – that is, until Nick arrived.
...if Bellwether visited Bunnyburrow when she was still a lamb and that Lionheart’s mistreatment of her was not her motivation for her uprising against predators, but was actually because of something much more... “romantic” in nature.
Requested by: Anon
Ship: Sharla x Bellwether
Words: 1, 509 (Way longer than intended.)
Drabble ↓ ↓
Years after the events which shook Zootopia and the relationship between prey and predator, animals still spoke of the orchestrations of one sheep – Bellwether. They often theorized and thought about what made her “go off the rails” and do what she did, but never could figure it out. When ZPD spoke to her family, they all agreed that her sinister behavior began long before she was chosen as the mayor’s assistant and when she was still a ewe lamb, so their initial thought of it being because of the mayor’s behavior towards her was shattered. ZPD – mostly Judy – attempted time and time again to question Bellwether and find her reasons, maybe even reduce her sentence after she went through a honest retention for her actions and apologized, but she never budged and grew unbreakably silent as soon as the subject was brought up, lowering her head almost bashfully.
And yet, because no one was killed or seriously injured in her escapade, and because a sheep’s lifespan drags no longer than 20 years, which was a record in sheep history, Bellwether was released from her cell after seven years of paying for her actions. The exceptions to her early release were simple: she was to live in Bunnyburrow for the next two years, stay away from all outside communications, and be fitted with an ankle monitor during her stay there. After all, it was Judy Hopps who finally made Bellwether understand that not all predators are savages, so even if she merely succeeded in making Bellwether tolerate them, ZPD knew the bunny cop had an impact on the sheep’s behavior.
Bellwether understood that, but after a week of adjusting to the new environment, she still found herself scowling down at the beeping device on her ankle every few minutes, the sound nauseatingly annoying. Yet, she knew she couldn’t be bothered. Groaning, she tore her green eyes away and shifted them back onto the newspaper in front of her, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
“Four carrots please.” A bunny, one of what seemed to be millions, requested.
“Four carrots.” Bellwether repeated out of routine, placed the requested carrots onto the clean paper, rolled it up, took payment, and handed the supplies over. After only a week, the sheep felt as if she could do her work in her sleep, and yet, she oddly enjoyed it.
“Oh, Dawn,” Mrs Hopps interrupted, however, “I can take over for a while; you can go take a look at the rest of the festival if you like.”
As much as Bellwether enjoyed her new job, and not just compared to her previous one, she quickly shot upright in her chair and nodded enthusiastically, her thick glasses hopping on her nose and her wool wildly bobbing back and forth. “Thank you, Mrs Hopps!” She called over her shoulder, already making her way down the dirt road. After a long day of work, she was even more excited to visit the old festival again. She was still a lamb when her mother took her to Bunnyburrow for a day to see their annual festivities, but of course, she knew her mother couldn’t recall – it felt like forever ago.
“Stop it Gideon!”
Bellwether instantly froze, her mouth growing dry and her skin growing pale underneath her wool – she recognized that voice.
“No point’n sayin’ that, Sharla; ya know that.”
Bellwether frantically searched the crowd of strangers and bunnies, but to her horror, no one budged to help, not even Judy, who was a mere ten feet away. Instantly, Bellwether’s face broke into a scowl. I won’t let this happen again, she screamed inwardly, and she couldn’t! With agile hooves, she pushed through the crowed and dashed out behind the caravans, grabbing a thick stick from the ground along the way and hoisting it above her head to attack. “Leave her alone, you sava-“ She hollered a warrior’s cry in her run, but as soon as she reached the argument, her words escaped her. In bewilderment and underneath the laugh of another sheep, Bellwether once again halted in disbelief, the wooden club slipping from her hooves and colliding with the grass behind her in a loud thud.
In front of her, shoving each other playfully in the midst of laughs and giggles, Gideon Grey and Sharla Woolworth were fighting over a bowl of flower and eggs, the first trying to add more milk while the other tried saving the dough from mutiny. “We have enough milk in it!” Sharla insisted, but Gideon recoiled, “Again, no point’n arguin’, Sharla – ya know I’m right.”
No surprise to a bewildered Bellwether, they were already both coated in flour.
“Bellwether!?” Sharla finally exclaimed in delighted shock when she noticed the company, a goofy grin pulling at her natural overbite – she didn’t even care to notice the fact that Gideon took her distraction as an opportunity to add more milk, but of course…
“Oh sweet cheese an’ crackers,” Gideon gaped down at the useless mixture, “Ya where right! I’ll be right back!”
Riddled with nerves, Bellwether actually wanted to command Gideon to stay and not leave the two of them alone, but she couldn’t move. Of all things that could happen to her on the day of the festival, she ran into the one sheep who allowed her to enjoy it the first time she was there – the sheep that was the cause for Bellwether’s entire uprising against the predator community in the first place. But now, she thought, dread flooding in, she’s friends with the same fox that attacked her? She wondered how it was possible after how Gideon treated her as a lamb, but she couldn’t give herself an answer – she was too occupied with the fact that her entire scheme was pointless.
“Bellwether?”
She wondered if Sharla hated her, too.
“…Bellwether?”
It would make sense if she truly befriended a fox of all things.
“Dawn!”
Bellwether was suddenly ripped back into reality with a small yelp and forced to notice the black sheep standing only a few feet away. “Ah, sorry.” She apologized sincerely – she must have been staring, “Sharla, was it?”
“Ah-hah.” She nodded enthusiastically, “And you’re Dawn Bellwether – I suppose you don’t remember me from when we were lambs, huh?”
The white sheep’s ears drooped even lower in shock, her eyes widening behind her large spectacles. “I-I do, actually…” She mumbled in disbelief, “I didn’t expect you to, though.”
“Of course I do!” Sharla chirped before rounding the table to close the gap between them, “You saved me from Gideon, didn’t you? Just like Judy!”
Bellwether could only nod, her jaw visibly slacked. Honestly, she didn’t remember it like that at all – she tried to save the sheep’s beautiful wool from the fox’s sharp claws, but only to be picked on as well – did she remember it wrong? What she recalled was Sharla protecting her in the end.
“And you still tried saving prey afterwards, didn’t you?” She continued when Bellwether stayed quiet, shocking the white sheep even further, “Of course, you got arrested, but you were up to the same old tricks, right?”
Bellwether felt her face grow hot underneath her wool. She couldn’t believe how much Sharla has changed – all in a good ways, too. She was no longer the shy little sheep she used to be; she speaks her mind with confidence – maybe a bit too easily, in fact.
“I tried.” Bellwether spoke, unsure if she should bring up her criminal past, but also not wanting Sharla to add anything more embarrassing, “But I took the wrong approach. I judged all the prey by the few and ended up becoming even worse than that few,” her eyes darkened, “but as soon as I am free to move around as I please, I will try to help again – not just prey, but both predator and prey – and attempt to destroy stereotypes! I’ll stop-“
The moment Bellwehter realized what she was saying, she bit her tongue and fell silent, regret instantly overwhelming her, but unlike what she had expected, Sharla only smiled.
“I think that’s a great plan!” She agreed, forcing Bellwether to grin back at her with relief, but unfortunately, she continued yet again, “but…”
Bellwether’s joy quickly wavered at her crush’s ‘but’ and pause.
“…will you let me help you?” Sharla asked sheepishly – pun intended – and hesitantly held out her hoof, “After how you helped me, I mean.”
Bellwether caught a tint of teasing at the last statement, but she didn’t care. Without wasting a second, she placed her own hoof in her new friend’s own, her green eyes beaming, “I wouldn’t have it any other way!”
She secretly wondered if she should tell Sharla that she was her motivation from the very start, but she quickly decided against it – all in good time. Maybe then… they could be more than friends?
Who knew she’d be right about both.
(Requests: OPEN. Picture is mine – it was edited by me.)
~ This is my last Canon Character x Canon Character. I work with Canon Character x Reader from here on out.
…being one of Judy’s many sisters and, just like her, you join the ZPD. By her side, you meet Nick and in almost no time at all, you two begin to grow closer romantically, neither of you caring about your species differences, despite others not being so open-minded.
oh absolutely i do, she’s actually one of those characters that works really well in a lot of different dynamics depending on the tone
like if i want something messy and political, i love pairing her with lionheart. they’re both power-driven in completely different ways and it turns into this constant game of control. very much fake civility in public, knives out in private type of dynamic
if i’m leaning more into psychological stuff, bellwether with judy is so interesting to me. there’s this underlying “you could’ve been on my side” energy that makes everything feel tense. bellwether seeing herself in judy but twisted, and judy trying to understand her without ever agreeing with her
nick is another really fun one because it becomes manipulator versus manipulator. a lot of back and forth, a lot of trying to outplay each other, and that kind of fake flirting that slowly stops being fake
i also really like the idea of pairing her with another sheep, whether that’s an oc or just an au version. someone softer who challenges her worldview, or someone she thinks she’s protecting even if they don’t want that protection. it can go either redemption or full “i did this for you” angst
and honestly selfcest works really well for her too. like a pre-downfall bellwether versus the version she becomes. arguing with herself, justifying everything, or not being able to face who she used to be
overall her ships tend to lean more into manipulation, power, and psychological tension, but you can also make them surprisingly soft if you go the redemption route
she’s not an easy character to love, which is exactly why i think she’s so fun to ship
Do you have any ideas on a Judy hopps selfcest polycule?
an: i made this into a fic zzz
❝ MULTIVERSE JUDY POLYCULE — FIC ❞
The apartment was not built for this.
Four identical uniforms draped over chairs. Four sets of boots by the door. Four voices that all sounded the same, even when they didn’t agree on anything.
And somehow, despite all of that, it worked.
It wasn’t quiet. It was never quiet. Someone was always pacing, thinking out loud, or arguing with a point that another version of herself had already made. It should have been exhausting.
Instead, it felt… full.
Canon Judy leaned back against the couch, watching as Rookie Judy animatedly explained something with her hands, ears bouncing with every word.
“I’m just saying, if we coordinate patrol routes properly, we could cover more ground and still be efficient. Like, imagine four of us working together on a case. That’s insane. That’s incredible.”
“You’re assuming the system actually lets us do that,” Burnout Judy muttered from the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a half-finished cup of coffee in her hand.
Rookie paused, ears dipping slightly. “It could.”
“It won’t,” Burnout replied, but there wasn’t any real bite to it.
Canon sighed softly, rubbing her temple. “You’re both right. It could work. It probably won’t. That doesn’t mean we don’t try.”
From the window, Savage Judy huffed quietly, arms crossed as she watched the street below.
“You waste time arguing about systems that were never meant to support you,” she said. “If something needs to be done, you do it.”
Rookie turned to her immediately, undeterred. “That sounds lonely.”
Savage’s ears flicked back for a split second. “It’s effective.”
“It doesn’t have to be one or the other,” Canon said, her voice gentler now. “We can do things right and still look out for each other.”
Burnout glanced over the rim of her mug. “You say that like we haven’t all tried.”
There was a pause, quieter this time, heavier.
Rookie stepped forward first, like she always did when things got like this. She stopped just in front of Burnout, tilting her head slightly.
“You look tired,” she said, soft and certain.
Burnout huffed a small laugh. “I wonder why.”
Rookie didn’t laugh with her. Instead, she reached out, slow enough to give her time to pull away.
Burnout didn’t.
Her shoulders dropped as Rookie’s hand rested lightly against her arm, the touch grounding in a way words never quite managed.
Canon watched the shift happen in real time. The tension easing. The sharp edges dulling.
She stood and crossed the room, settling on Burnout’s other side, her shoulder brushing against hers in a quiet, familiar way.
“You don’t have to carry everything by yourself,” she said.
Burnout glanced between them, something conflicted flickering across her face before she exhaled and leaned back just a little into the contact.
“…I know,” she admitted.
By the window, Savage had gone still.
She watched them like she didn’t quite understand it. Or maybe like she understood it too well and didn’t trust it.
Rookie noticed first. Of course she did.
She pulled back slightly, just enough to look over at her.
“You can come here too, you know.”
Savage didn’t move. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine,” Rookie said, not accusing, just honest.
Savage’s gaze sharpened. “You don’t know what fine looks like for me.”
Canon stepped in before it could escalate, her tone calm but firm. “We don’t need to. We just need to know you’re not alone.”
That landed differently.
Savage’s ears twitched, her stance shifting almost imperceptibly. For a moment, it looked like she might turn away.
Instead, she crossed the room.
Not quickly. Not comfortably. But deliberately.
She stopped just short of them, close enough to feel their warmth, far enough to still leave space to retreat.
Burnout was the one who closed the gap.
She reached out, catching Savage’s wrist in a loose grip, not forceful, just… there.
“You don’t have to stand guard all the time,” she said quietly.
Savage stilled.
For a second, Canon thought she might pull away.
She didn’t.
Rookie smiled, softer now, and shifted closer, pressing lightly against Savage’s side like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Canon followed, settling into place without overthinking it, her presence steady, grounding.
They fit together strangely. Not perfectly. Not seamlessly.
But they fit.
Savage exhaled, the tension in her shoulders easing just enough to notice.
“…this is inefficient,” she muttered.
Burnout snorted. “Yeah, well. Get used to it.”
Rookie laughed quietly, leaning more into them. “I like it.”
Canon smiled, eyes closing briefly as she let herself relax into the moment.
“Me too.”
Savage didn’t say anything.
But she didn’t leave.
And when Burnout’s grip shifted slightly, turning from a hold into something softer, something intentional, Savage let it happen.
For all their differences, all their arguments, all the versions of who they could have been or might still become, one thing stayed constant.
They understood each other.
Completely. Unavoidably. In ways no one else ever could.
And maybe that was why it worked.
Because no matter how far they drifted from who they used to be, no matter how much they changed, they were still reaching for the same thing.
