Intro post!!
Hi! You can call me Wrotten.
This blog is for writing my self-indulgent SFW and NSFW x Reader fics based on fandoms I'm in. Right now, I'll be focusing mostly on the sonic.exe fandom with most of my writings.
This is also an AI-Free blog! These writings come straight from my wrotten little heart <3
Feel free to make a request! So long as it's within my boundaries. If you want a part two to a pre-existing fic, feel free to request that, as well!
Things I won't write about:
- Romance or sexual situations involving minors
- Romance or sexual situations involving animals
- Incest
- Race play
- Non-con
- Various fetishes (doesn't mean I won't write fetishes, so feel free to ask. If your request involves a fetish I won't write for, I won't respond to the request, or I will ignore that part of it.)
I'm most likely to respond to requests or write about the following characters:
Lord X
X's guardians (minus Kito because I don't like him)
2011 x
2017 x
Rewrite
Kolossos
Majin
Starved Eggman
All father
These lists will probably grow as time goes on. Again, this blog is mostly to post my own self-indulgent writing, so while I'm accepting requests, don't expect an immediate response. Also feel free to request characters outside of this list, so long as it’s a non-controversial exe I’ll probably do it. But, this list is just the characters I feel most comfortable depicting because I have an actual idea about what their personalities are like. I also refuse to depict EXEs that are children, like End or Tripwire.
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Hello friends! I know I already have it in my pinned post, but I feel the need to reiterate here: Because the vast majority of my posts are NSFW in nature - or has NSFW content - minors who follow me or interact with my posts will be blocked, even if they were only interacting with my SFW posts. I just have no way of knowing if they are or are not reading my NSFW posts. Even if an individual does not post their age online (which is wise), if other factors lead me to believe that they may be a minor, I will still block them. I know I can't truly control who consumes my writing, but - in the kindest way possible - minors don't belong on my blog.
[Thanks for the request, anon! This is a fun idea. Sorry I left this one sitting for so long, I had other fics which I had more of an idea about what to write for them, so I prioritized those first. Hope you enjoy!]
You stood in your lovers domain, a vast and dark forest, bathed in dark blue where it wasn't completely black. You came here to cool down after a particularly frustrating day. You were in a particularly secluded section of the woods, expecting not to be found, enjoying your peace and quiet until you felt the gloved hands of your lover glide down your arms from your shoulders, then pulling his hands under your arms and squeezing you in an embrace.
"There you are, my love!" He chimed, disturbing your peace.
When he withdrew his arms from around you, you turned around. He was used to you looking unimpressed, which was the expression you were giving him in this moment, so he was unfazed when he saw your brows slightly furrowed and your mouth curved into a frown. "Can't I get a moment to myself out here?" You grumbled.
"Ah, what! But, you've been gone all day!" He rested his chin in his hand, his almost constant smile frowning, too. "I missed you! And- and this is my world! You came here and expected not to see me?" His often squeezed eyes were wider now, peering at you. You hated when he did that. It had the same affect as puppy eyes.
"Ugh, that's... That's not what I meant... I missed you too, Maj. It's just been a stressful day." You sighed, rubbing one of his arms, feeling his short but smooth fur.
"Oooh. So that's what has you getting snappy!"
"Majin." You crossed your arms.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry... I know how you like to relax... can I do it with you?" His expression turned more sympathetic, his smile returning a bit.
"Will you sit still?" You raised an eyebrow at him.
"Mmmm... I'll try!" He clasped his hands together, giving you a joyous look. Very convincing.
"Fine..."
You two would lean against one of the many trees around you. The impish creature you called your partner held you in his arms, looking quite pleased. He'd rest his chin on your shoulder, humming quietly to break up the near silence his realm had. He wouldn't keep his legs still.
"Quit squirming." You mumbled.
"Sorry! Hehehe..." Majin tried to sit still. Again.
You huffed, and after sitting there for a bit, it seemed that this method was ineffective. What you really needed to do was blow off steam... You turned to face your lover after breaking his embrace, and kissed him on his cheek. You trailed your kisses down his neck, and then his shoulder. When you concluded, Majin held your face in his hands, looking at you lovingly.
"What is it that you want, my darling? Use your words..." He spoke quietly. It was a rare thing, he was often so enthusiastic. But this time he was calm and focused.
"... You," you mumbled back.
Your lips met, your tongues exploring each other's mouths. You broke the kiss and undressed in front of him, Majin watching coyly, his pale cheeks flushing a rosy pink color. He removed his gloves and shoes for your comfort, and when you laid down for him on the warm, dark grass of his world, he hummed and climbed over you. Majin kissed you again, one hand on your cheek, and then trailing it down your chest and then to your waist.
"I hope I can bring you calm this way, my love..." He kissed you again.
You put a hand on the side of his face, and broke the kiss. "Mmm... Don't leave me waiting..."
He entered you without delay, slowly and lazily thrusting into you. You breathed deeply, your hands trailing up his body feeling his velvety fur. His breathing was likewise deep, you could feel it with the rise and fall of his chest, somewhat attempting to sync it with your breathing but occasionally hitching from the pleasure. Your whole body shuttered for a moment at the release in tension, as if it were shaking away your stress. Your lover kept a close eye on you, making sure you were enjoying yourself the whole time.
Majin's rhythm was relatively consistent, slow, sensual and almost methodical. It was the kind of sex you could feel hypnotized by. You closed your eyes, getting lost in the feeling, your mind forgetting all else around you. You felt your lover get harder, his cock started occasionally twitching inside you. His rather noiseless efforts were interjected with brief and quiet grunts, and occasional whimpers. You two stayed at this pace for quite a while, before your legs started to tense and the walls of your hole tightened a bit.
Majin, in tune with your body's reaction to his efforts, began to quicken his thrusting a bit.
"Mmmm~... M-Maj..."
"Ha- hmph- My... My dear?"
"You're- Mmmm... So... so good..."
Your praise meant everything to him. His efforts increased, thrusting deep inside you, hitting the spot. Your legs twitched and the volume of your own noises increased. Majin panted a little louder now, his hands trailing up and down your sides. Ungloved, his hands were some strange mix of an animal's paw and a man's hands. His fingers sported no claws, but they were mostly covered in his bright blue fur, his fingers and palms having remarkably soft and smooth skin that you'd be forgiven to think that they were covered in some sort of peach fuzz, made softer by the fact that Majin's palms didn't sweat. Needless to say, it was a soothing sensation on top of the satisfaction you were already receiving.
The walls of your insides started to throb as Majin's cock did the same, the frequency and volume of his panting and whimpering increased, and his pace picked up yet again. You were quite close, and so was he, his limbs trembling as he'd thrust into you. Heat built in your abdomen, and the muscles in your legs tensed. Majin's thrusting became likewise shaky with the rest of his body. He descended on you, holding you quite close and quite firmly, his face burrowed in your neck and his hand on your back as it arched. Your hole clenched down on Majin's length, your whole body trembling as you came. Your lover joined your climax not too much longer, filling you with his warm release.
He pulled out of you as you were catching your breath, picking you up and holding you against his chest. His arms cradled your frame lovingly as your body relaxed against his. Majin would stroke your head and kiss your face, wiped any tears accumulated at the height of your pleasure away from your cheeks, humming quietly as your breathing slowed and you finally rested.
"Mmm... Feeling better, my dear?" he queried, quietly whispering close to your ear.
"Mmmhm..." You responded. You wrapped your arms around him, and dozed off in his embrace.
Ack! I'm still alive! Sorry about my long absence. I needed to hibernate. I've just about cleaned up my drafts now, and I've got a few ideas for some other fics I can throw out there into the world, Specifically one with Lord X and some with 2017x. feel free to send in requests in the mean time! And thanks for your patience, friends!
Please more Starved and Reader petplay, I loved your most recent one. <3
Fem!Mobian Reader x Starved Eggman
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[Yayyyyy thank you, annon!! I didn't really expect that tee bee hache... it was definitely one of my freakier ones :P Hope you like this, too, friend!]
Dr. Robotnik's work was stressful, and he was often a temperamental man. It wasn't lost on him how being frustrated all the time wasn't good for his health, but he often did not have the time, means or energy to do anything about it. But, that was before he had wrapped you into his life. Now, he has someone he can bend over his desk to blow off some steam. In fact, he had nearly Pavlov-ed himself into seeking you out whenever he was upset. Of course, he recognized that sex was time consuming for both of the working individuals in his fortress, and you weren't always in the mood, so he tried other coping mechanisms. But, this time, he was at his wit's end, and he couldn't help but think of you.
He found you in the kitchen, standing on a step stool to reach the counter because the furniture in the fortress was made solely for an unreasonably tall man and not for mobians just barely over a meter tall. What you were doing hardly mattered to him. Robotnik walked up behind you, his body pushing you against the counter. The sudden proximity shocked you, until his hands started trailing up under your shirt, and the doctor's face descended into the crook of your neck. He breathed you in. This sent a thrill through you. Suddenly, whatever you were doing at the counter didn't matter to you, either. You hummed pleasantly as his hands moved over your chest, and you let out a shaky gasp as he nipped your ear. It felt like something was held tightly in one of his hands, even as he was moving them under your shirt, you didn't realize what it was until he pulled his hands away and fit that black collar around your neck again. His movements were a little rough, you could basically feel his high blood pressure through his gloves, he was rather quiet... you could tell he was genuinely frustrated, not just sexually frustrated.
You turned around and braced yourself against the kitchen counter as your lover towered over you. He slipped his gloves of now, and rolled the lead in his vain-covered hands. Robotnik's breathing was slightly labored, and his dark eyes looking down at you in a way that felt almost predatory. His gaze turned as your tail twisted around your leg, simply reacting to the tension between you two. The doctor stuck two fingers under the collar, hooking you toward him. Your lips met his and his tongue immediately invaded your mouth, pushing your tongue around and exploring your mouth. When he broke the kiss, he lifted you off the step stool with his free arm, kicking it away and sitting you on the counter. Robotnik took off your shirt as you caught your breath from that first kiss before he went in for another. He released his hand from the collar now and let it slide up your thigh, and then pushed his thumb down on your clit. You hadn't realized how sensitive you'd gotten... You moaned right in his mouth. The doctor pulled away from the kiss again, trailing kisses from your cheek down to your neck, and then he started biting. He was biting harder than usual, breaking skin here and there, making you gasp and strain and whimper. Robotnik reveled in those noises as he sucked on the wounds he created. They were shallow but... He couldn't deny how much he enjoyed your taste.
You put your hands on his shoulders, and put him at arms length. Robotnik grumbled as you did. But, you had an idea. “Mmmm… let me take care of you, master…” you trailed your hands from his shoulders down to his chest. He looked down at you with hungry eyes. It made you shutter. But, you slipped off the counter top and landed on the ground. The doctor realized what you meant now. He stopped hovering over you and undressed, discarding his clothes on the floor beside you. He re-assumed his position near the counter, where you were standing against it. He reached down to grab the lead of the collar again, giving it a gentle tug. He braced his arms against the countertop, leaning over you. Robotnik sure knew how to make you feel small. You turned your attention to his cock, partly erect and basically eye-level to you. You moved your face to the base of the shaft, and gave it a kiss.
Robotnik grumbled above you, “be a good pet and quit teasing me.” His hand moved down the lead and hooked his fingers under the collar, giving that a yank. You couldn’t help but chuckle before you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, and slowly you let it slide into your mouth. You sucked and licked his member, feeling it twitch a bit. The doctor's breathing was heavy, occasionally interjected with grunts as you worked to get him off. After a little bit of work, Robotnik's cock began twitching against your lips, precum dripping into your mouth. His hips began to rock rather involuntarily pushing his cock further into your moth, sometimes descending further then you could handle, making you choke intermittently. Robotnik tried his best to prevent movement, but as you continued, it became more and more difficult. The closer he got, his legs and arms began trembling and he started grunting more frequently. He had to readjust his footing to a more stable stance so he wouldn't fall. You sucked him off until he came, the fluid he pored into your mouth, much of it down your throat, but it was too much for you to swallow. some of it escaped at the corner of your mouth. Robotnik panted above you, his head resting on his crossed arms which were still braced on the counter.
Once you had both caught your breath, the doctor picked you up, turned and set you down on the kitchen table. The surface was lower to the ground then the counter, he had to lean over you as he pushed his face into the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you quite tightly, nestling his nose into your fur, and then latching on to your pulse point with his lips, sucking gently. He then trailed his hands up to the collar, tugging it down to expose more of your neck, trailing kisses down your neck. Once he finished, he brought his lips up to your ear and muttered lowly, "Such a good pet..." You squeezed your legs together at the sound of Robotnik's voice, humming with pleasure as his hand rubbed some of the fur on your head.
And then, much to your surprise, he slipped his cock into your lap. You looked down at it, simply admiring its size compared to your thighs. You could never take the whole thing while sucking him off, and your body struggles with the stretch every time he fucks you, but you hardly ever saw it - especially fully erect - when he had it out, as it was usually inside of you. You pulled your pants and underwear off, getting completely nude, assuming he was going to penetrate you, but instead...
Robotnik pressed his forehead against yours. He placed one of his hands on the back of your neck, some of his fingers dipping under the collar. His other hand gripped one of your thighs, but never opened them. Instead, he rocked his hips, moving his cock between your closed thighs. What anger he had in the beginning had melted away to lust, and his member twitched as it rubbed against your body. The doctor huffed and grunted as he thigh-fucked you, his eyes closed, absolutely lost in the sensation of his pleasure. You found this particularly arousing, squirming a little bit, fighting the urge to open your legs and let him slide right into you. It would be remarkably easy, as you were quite wet.
As he continued rutting into your lap, his grunting got louder and his cock began leaking precum. The fluid dripped between your legs. You moved your hand to touch yourself, but the doctor removed the hand on the back of your neck and instead grabbed the hand that you were going to use to pleasure yourself with. He slipped your fingers into his mouth, biting down as he continued fucking you, his cock twitching more as he pushed your fingers around in his mouth with his tongue.
"Mmm-- Master..." You whimpered out, desperate for the pleasure he loved to withhold from you. "Y-you're so big... please..."
"You'll get it after... we're done, pet... be patient..." He spoke between his own grunts and huffs.
As he reached closer to his completion, he'd thrust faster, the precum pooling in your crotch area as your legs were closed. You panted just watching it happen, your hands gripping the arms that had a hold on you, your toes curling as Robotnik held you closer when he finally ejaculated, letting the semen made a mess of the fur on your legs and stomach.
He paused to catch his breath again. He didn't often go for much longer than this, but you had yet to be rewarded for your patience... The doctor hadn't even noticed that he had forgotten what he was so frustrated about earlier... In this moment, you and him were all that existed. He placed both his hands on your thighs, his thumbs pressing between them as he pulled them open, watching his own release drip between your legs and cover your vulva. He was drooling over you now, some of his stamina returned after a little bit of... motivation. He scooped you up off the table, and walked you into his room.
He laid you down on the bed, his face descending to your neck as he placed an open-mouthed kiss on it, muttering praise close to your ear. Robotnik pulled away, and you spread yourself for him. He wasted no time entering you, head of his cock pressing into your folds and then invading your entrance. You gasped and squirmed a bit at the suddenness, trying to get comfortable with his size. Robotnik loved how large he was compared to you - yet another perk of you being mobian - you stretched a bit, but you always returned to being quite tight between the times you two had sex. Your pain during sex never lasted, as it was drowned out by the pleasure his length gave you, and this instance was no different. He had you whimpering and moaning and gripping his sheets as he fucked you. You blushed as your excessive wetness made each thrust a bit louder. You felt his cock twitch against your throbbing walls. Neither of you were lasting much longer. Your back arched, and you could no longer squeak out a single noise as the doctor's thrusting quickened. As you felt his warmth spilling into you, you climaxed quickly, the built up noises that had been stuck in you flowing out as you rode out your orgasm.
The doctor pulled out of you, looking down at your trembling body to see what a mess he's made of you... Cum all over the inside of your legs, a little on your stomach and some left over on your chest, with that bite in your shoulder... He couldn't help but think about how hot you looked like this, messy and collared. But he was completely exhausted now, and clearly, so were you, heaving underneath him with tears of pleasure still in your eyes.
After catching his breath for the last time, he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom, off to clean you up.
Love the way you write, very very satisfying to read and the whole exe fandom don't really have many writers in regards to X readers so I do be eating good rn. If you ever find the time or willpower and wish to write about a Yokubo x reader where the reader is just some chaotic being who likes messing with him (lovingly of course) because he is a brat whom is easy to get under the skin of, not an exe per say but in general a somewhat powerful being that allows them to not have to fear X or anyone that can usually put a stop to most people's shenanigans.
[Tysm anon!! I tried my best to accurately depict Yokubo, Some parts were significantly harder to write than others in attempts to stay true to his character but also make him nuanced. The lack of full depictions of his character in official media similarly made this challenging. I definitely put a bit of my own flavor into his character here. It was a fun exercise! Hope you enjoy! <3]
You were what Lord X called a "hitch-hiker." When he whisks souls into his world, sometimes a little extra something clings on for the ride. Because they weren't human, and didn't express pain in quite the same way humans did, and they weren't all that bothersome, he wasn't very interested in them. They were often chaotic little creatures and considered Lord X's world rather sleepy and went on their way quite quickly. Accept for you, of course. You considered most of his world rather hideous, from the foliage to the decor, and even the man himself was unsightly to you. This, of course, carried to his guardians, all accept for one, however. He was quite gorgeous, in fact... Long, upturned, well-kept quills, shimmering with a light yellow color, his limbs lined with rivulets of gold, and clad in a gladiator's garb, as a symbol of his strength. However, his attitude matched much of his surroundings... The rather stuck-up little brat was quite easily set off, both by his fellow guardians and by vessels. He was as prideful as he was beautiful, though you couldn't say you blamed him. In your head, you felt that if you looked like that, you'd probably act quite the same.
Most guardians weren't interested in you, you had nothing to do with their lord's grand design, so you were mostly ignored. This gave you much of an opportunity to observe him. As a few hours passed, you couldn't remain inconspicuous forever. The guardian started to notice you watching him. At first he simply found it odd, and then irritating. After he had enough, he sought you out.
"Keep staring and I might find a reason to gouge your eyes out," he spat, vitriolic.
You giggled, even being acknowledge by him had you excited, despite earning a bit of his ire. "Hehehe~ I mean nothing by it! It's simply, everything else here is so boring and hideous... But you're such a sight for sore eyes!" You chimed, feeling no reason to hide your attraction.
The guardian's frown twitched, but he crossed his arms and turned his head away, snout pointing upward as he fought to resist your flattery. "How dare you insult my Lord's work... If it were up to me, I'd have you interlopers crushed upon your arrival! You're lucky he sees such measures as a waste of his energy."
"But I didn't insult you," you rebutted, tilting your head. "Are you not one of your Lord's works? One of the best, if I'm not mistaken?"
His frown had faltered and he looked at you again, still appearing rather unimpressed but no longer too bothered. "One of the best? I'd argue I'm the very image of his perfection! Since you can seem to only stand to look upon me, I'd think you'd know that already."
One of his fellow guardians - a clownish fellow - called to him from down the hall: "Yokubo! Why are you dilly-dallying?"
The golden guardian scoffed, and turned away, starting down the hall. "You distract me, creature! Obstruct me anymore and our Lord will have you deemed a liability and to be disposed of!" And then he sped off, ribbons trailing behind him.
You knew his name now. Yokubo... And slowly throughout the conversation you managed to break down his walls, bit by bit. The guardian seemed to be easily charmed! But also easily teased, performing a little bit of push and pull against this emotional creature felt right up your ally. You giggled again, and zipped off in the opposite direction.
+ - - - - - - -
You decided to give Yokubo his space for a bit. You didn't want to irritate him too much that he follows through with his threats, or your presence becomes problematic. Instead, you hung around Lord X's world and occasionally bumped into Yokubo during his down time. The first time it happened, he seemed surprised by your presence.
"You're still here? I thought you would have been gone by now!" His voice was laced with annoyance, but you didn't care.
You chimed back, "Mmm, my kin are impatient, they do not wait to see if there is something here that they may want."
Yokubo crossed his arms as he spoke, "There is nothing for you here."
"Hehehe, You say that, buuut, I know you know what I mean," you winked at him, which made him fluster.
Yokubo struggled to react to your boldness. It was easy to dismiss attempts at ego-boosting language from vessels, as they could easily be trying to butter him up to earn a little bit of his mercy, and he didn't get much in terms of compliments from his lord or his fellow guardians, so hearing it from you - who appears to be risking themselves to be here - was throwing him for a loop. He didn't want to be distracted by you, as not only is it a risk to you both, (though more for you than him), he didn't want anyone to know that this being whom he still saw himself as above had caught his attention. Yes, he was, indeed, drawn to your chaotic nature. A mortal would bore him, he'd have to be so gentle, both with their emotions and their physicality, the fluctuation of their energy and their short life span... you had none of that which he deemed what made the others around him so romantically unappealing. But he had trouble making room for you with his ego. And you had just caught him lost in thought. He was snapped out of it by your discordant giggling.
"Hehehehe! What's wrong, Yoku? Cat got your tongue?"
Yokubo scoffed, "Ugh, no, of course not! Get out of my way - and DO NOT call me that." He pushed past you to walk briskly toward his quarters down the hall.
+ - - - - - - -
You did not, in fact, stop calling him Yoku. Much to his dismay, sometimes you'd call him that in front of his fellow guardians. It made him thoroughly embarrassed, and they would often snicker at his flustering and his clearly failed attempts to ignore you. You loved to watch him squirm, and Yokubo hated that you could do this to him. He hated even more that between your teasing, you ernestly complimented him as well.
"Hello, Yoku~," you chimed as you caught up with him while he was wandering the halls of X's castle on his downtime once more.
When you met up with him, walking at his side, the golden guardian rolled his eyes. "What could you possibly want now?"
"An answer to a simple question, is all..." You made your voice light and wistful, as if it would mean a lot to you if he would listen.
He slowed his walking to a halt, and looked down his nose at you, waiting for your question with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms.
"Ah, well, those markings on your extremities... they are kintsugi, are they not?"
"Do I look like pottery to you?" He frowned.
"Yes!" you exclaimed, merrily despite his superficial displeasure, "Beautiful pottery, a work of art! Not that I consider you to be an object, nor fragile as such fine ceramics tend to be, but rather... the markings capture the essence without suggesting the brokenness."
Yokubo stared at you in silence for a moment, his arms now down at his side, his head no longer tilted up in suggestion of his feeling of superiority. His frown had faded and his eye studied you, searching in your face for a hint of the disingenuous. He wanted to find a crack, like a twitch in your eye or the corner of your mouth teasing into your foolish little smirk... But instead, you stood there. That last sentence you spoke, said with a tone - not light and playful - but rather mater-of-fact. Yokubo found nothing. No chip in your resolve, no hint of a unseriousness. The guardian was horrified by your sincerity. Not because he didn't desire your compliments, but because he did, and he valued them so highly all of a sudden. He wasn't just charmed, he was touched. He didn't quite know what to say.
For once, you didn't tease him. You didn't poke at him for his extended silence, you studied his expression too, as it descended into confusion. Could he truly be humbled by a compliment?
Yokubo fumbled with his words for a moment, "Er, of- of course! All of the beauty and none of the imperfection, I-- Erm..." He fell silent for another beat, desperately trying to grasp for something to say. He exhaled, and quietly muttered out, "Thank you." Before speed-walking away.
You were as delighted as you were confused. A "thank you" leaving his lips felt almost unnatural, of course, unless he was saying so to his lord with the same proud tone he had always adopted. But, this time, it seemed just as earnest as you were being.
Oh no.
+ - - - - - - -
Yokubo had fallen for you, that much he had realized as he had noted how much you had been on his mind lately. It frustrated him to no end, of course. So much for not being distracted by you. He tried to channel this frustration into his work, but his lord and his fellow guardians could notice how short-tempered he had gotten. It was only a matter of time before his anger boiled over and he went to seek you out. After all, he feared that you would vanish in your boredom like the rest of your kind does, leaving him wanting something that he let slip through his fingers.
You only saw him, in some kind of rush, hastily plodding down the halls of X's castle. You stood right in his way, blocking a doorway, not aware that it was you he was looking for. You grinned at him mischievously, but that quickly faded as he grabbed your upper arms, pulled you out of the doorway and pinned you to a wall next to it. He had never initiated any physical contact with you, especially so firm and close. Thrilling! You gasped and giggled, gleefully looking at his intense expression. "Awe, no patience for my games today, Yoku?"
Wordlessly, he grabbed your chin, and felt your chaotic energy dissolve. You were taking this much more seriously all of a sudden. "You're not so much different from a brainworm," the guardian muttered, looking down his nose at you again.
"Stuck in your head like a song?" you queried, smiling a tad. It wasn't backed with your usual confidence, however. You couldn't quite read his expression.
"Devouring my thoughts. Making me dumb and angry. Debasing me to instinct, like an animal," He scowled, peeling his lips back and showing some of his sharp teeth, inherited to him by his lord. "It's a bad look, little bug. Should I look so temperamental around the vessels or guardians, I may lose their respect. On top of the embarrassing things you already do to me, this feels like torture."
You weren't sure what to do. His voice was calm, low and quiet, but his grip was firm and his expression was searing. It was making you nervous, reflected in your smile as it wavered as he spoke. His intense expression faltered for a moment as he chuckled
"What's wrong, little bug? Those words that you spoke, were they another little game of yours? Was such a spell not intended?" His grip on your arm had loosened. He feared, perhaps he was wrong.
Sensing his doubt, and watching his expression melt from anger to stress, you moved your hands up to his own arms to offer him a bit of comfort. "I meant every word." You stared into his eye, your smile fading, your expression deadly serious.
His body language relaxed, and then tensed again. His hands fell away from your arm and your chin, and then he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, and capturing your lips in a kiss.
Finally.
You melted at his affection, reciprocating his embrace, and burrowing your head into his shoulder when he pulled away from the kiss.
He had similarly relaxed once more, rubbing the back of your head. "You must feel so pleased with yourself..." He muttered, half-jokingly.
+ - - - - - - -
After that exchange, you became lovers. You became a part of Yokubo's ego - a vital organ keeping it strong. An insult to you was an insult to him, and as the other guardians became suspicious of your long stay, Yokubo became notably protective toward you as the other guardians occasionally slighted you behind your back. They picked up on the golden guardian's change of behavior quite quickly, as he had seemed to loathe you not too long ago. The more socially intuitive guardians, namely Zetsubo and Gekido, suspected a romantic relationship before all the others, but Lord X himself came to the conclusion all on his own.
He approached you for the first time, giving you a warning. "Yokubo is my strongest guardian, as I'm sure you know. I am to understand that killing you would be remarkably poor for his morale, but so long as you stay here, I should make something very clear to you: This is my domain. Under my rule. Yokubo isn't above my rule, so neither are you. There are not many who are not my kin who have stayed here in the past, it is a privilege. On top of which, Yokubo's position makes him a busy man. I hope to see that you do not interrupt or interfere with that."
You bow your head with a smile, "Of course, my lord! I knew what I was getting into."
The void being seemed pleased with the response. He concluded the discussion, "Excellent," and departed.
The guardians had their suspicions confirmed in another, much more embarrassing way.
+ - - - - - - -
Yokubo oft felt the thing he was the guardian of, like many of his guardian peers, but yearning alone was understandably emotionally distressing. Gekido could vent his anger all he wanted, Zetsubo could cry rivers if she wished, Ken'o never seemed happy, and Kyofuku was rarely ever downtrodden... but your dear Yoku's desire - specifically for intimacy - went unsatiated until you came along. As a result, you and your lover spent most of your time - now that a physically intimate relationship had been established - cuddling and kissing and sucking face in the quiet parts of Lord X's castle.
Yokubo would straddle over your lap as you sat in a lounge sofa, his lips on yours and your tongues pushing each other around. He was holding your face in his hands, and yours were trailing up his back, absolutely loving the attention. Through partly lidded eyes and the undivided attention you were living each other, you hadn't noticed the sound of the door facing the sofa opening. That was, until some movement behind your lover caught your eye.
Your eyelids flung open widely to observe Kyofuku, shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he caught you two in the act. Yokubo quickly realized your alarmed expression looking out into the distance and turned to observe his fellow guardian as well. Yokubo removed himself from over you and stood up, pointing at the guardian of joy.
"Kyofuku," he warned, "I swear, if you don't keep this quiet, I will-"
The clownish creature quickly turned and bolted down the hall as fast as possible.
Yokubo looked horrified. He stepped to chase after clown, but upon feeling some resistance as you tugged back on his arm, he doubled back and landed on the sofa, sitting next to you with his hand on his head.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it, Yoku... After all, your lord already knows." You offered him some comfort.
"He- he- ... Of... course he does." He sighed, relaxing a bit. "How do you know this?"
"He talked to me about you and I. It sounds like he keeps a very close eye on everyone here. He seemed to neglect to inform the others, however..."
"Ugh. If it were up to me, I'd make sure none of them knew..." He ran his fingers through his quills.
"Really? Do I truly embarrass you that much, Yoku?" You smirked at him a bit, poking fun at his reaction to the situation.
"No! Well- In the past you certainly embarrassed me, but... I'd much rather avoid the judgement."
You cocked your head, smile growing wider and more mischievous as you metaphorically dug your fingers into his words. "Judgement? The strongest of the guardians, and he is afraid of their judgement? Surely, you're strong enough to take a little bit of teasing, right, Yoku?"
"Wh-what?! I never said I feared their judgement-"
"You said you wanted to avoid it, to me that sounds like much the same thing."
"It is not, I simply want to be taken seriously!"
"Surely, yourself alone is enough to conjure respect?"
"It is! I am! Oh- you rotten little bug." He scrunched up his nose at you but his eyes harbored no such anger. He lowered his voice, brushing your forearm with his hand. "If there was anything I was weak to, it is your teasing."
You whispered in response, "Ooh, don't let the others hear that, hehehe~"
[Sorry for my long absence, friends! I've been chipping away at this for the past few days while also enjoying my break. I hope you folks enjoy this one!
As of today, I've finished my exams, so I'll have a lot more time on my hands to write! I'll probably take a bit of time to rest up, but expect more pieces from me more frequently in the coming weeks!
These bots are crazy. What do you mean beta reading? You try to trick me by asking to beta reading my porn, you poor, lost machine? Before I post, the only person whose eyes will ever grace my work is me!
Hiya! Lemme just say, I love your work for starved eggman a lot! I never thought I’d really see this version of eggman in a romantic light but your work is just so good!! It really made me think about the all around environment of this variation and I have an idea if you’d like to hear it.
I was thinking, maybe a mobian reader in the midst of all the carnage and such crafts an overly realistic human robot disguise as a means of being able to scavenge freely or find a way out of there alongside maybe a group of fellow mobians… Only to get caught and the disguise to be revealed. I’m sure Robotnik would be at least intrigued by the innovation of it at least.
Thank you so much for your writing, it is so so so enjoyable 💖
Engineer!Mobian Reader X Starved Eggman
Word count: 5645
[tysm!!! I actually started this whole blog cuz I felt unsatisfied with the number of x reader starved fics out there... figured its never too late to be the change you wanted to see in this world. this is such a neat idea, I had to sit on it a bit to flesh it out though. Hope you enjoy, anon!]
You worked hard scrapping for parts to build disguises for yourself and your group. None of you knew each other particularly well, but you had formed a pact as the world that had turned hostile toward you. When the mobian-hunting man sacked your camp, you were kidnapped and taken in as a tool when he realized you might be useful.
TW: Cannon-typical violence, blood, minor character deaths, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome (doesn't technically exist but putting it here for good measure), he's a little mean (but thats like a given)
Metal. Silicone. Electronic parts. Wires. You had a plan, but you needed the materials. You and your group scavenged for days to gather them all, the smoldering landscape a constant reminder of the danger you were in. You had to remain inconspicuous, but still get enough materials to survive. It was difficult, relationships were often strained as not everyone was happy with the equal division of resources. Some people were wholly convinced that they should keep what they find rather than share with the group. But all scrapped and scavenged machine parts were relinquished to you. They thought you were a genius. That you could keep them all alive until the threat of Doctor Robotnik had subsided. Needless to say, there was a lot of pressure.
Your first prototype was good. But, in your eyes, not convincing enough. You had to make a synthetic skin to mimic the folds and texture that human skin had. You learned how to melt and mold and paint the faces to human imperfections. You only ate when your stomach felt like it was dissolving itself. You only slept when your head spun and you couldn't think. Your people were relying on you. For all you knew, you could be the only ones left.
Each disguise had to be unique, which was difficult. You were working off of one blueprint, but real humans have differences in size and height. You wanted to mimic it if you wanted it to be convincing. No, your group wasn't some mobians just hiding out... You were humans! Experiencing the consequences of Dr. Robotnik's rampage! Homeless and battered from the flames he stoked to smoke out his prey. You gave the first disguise to the most successful scavenger in your group. They looked at it, and then into your tired eyes. "It's incredible."
The disguise had made them a bit bolder. More materials came in, and you were able to craft another. After many days past, you all had one. They were fitted to hide each pilot in the chest, and were driven around like a light mech. It made scavenging safer, you didn't need to crawl around in the ashen wastes anymore, sniffing up debris. But you still had to be careful. If you got too close to a scouting badnik, you would be flagged by its system as a mobian biosignature and then Robotnik and his death machine would come to answer the call of the hunt. You made sure every single mobian in your group knew that. But one day, someone disappeared.
+ - - - - - - -
Your fellow mobians scrambled to find your missing comrade, but to everyone's concern, badnik presence skyrocketed. They were scanning everywhere. You were forced to stay low. For a brief moment, your disguises provided a mild respite. But it appears one of you got too confident. Flew too close to the sun. Tensions rose in the camp, as well. Some people thought they were doomed, while others squabbled amongst themselves trying to place the blame on one another. You tried to be a voice of reason, but they were set in their ways. As another one of your group vanishes, you lose hope, too.
Badniks were closing in on your camp. With all the eyes looking for you, it would be dangerous for everyone to move now. You were cornered, and as cornered animals do, your group began to panic. Some people were hopeless, cowering and mourning deaths that had not yet to come, some freaked out, ran off, never to be seen again. Others fought each other. You had completely disassociated. You watched the group like you were an outsider looking in. They thought you could save them. You failed. People tried asking you for advice, tried to get you to make something that could protect them. A weapon, a shield, invisibility... but there was no way you could muster something up with the remaining materials you had. All you could do was stare, as if in catatonia.
+ - - - - - - -
You had gotten away from the camp to scavenge one of the few safe places left, but as pressure built from badniks closing in, you had to quickly depart. When you drew closer to the camp, you realized now why the badniks were moving crazily. The camp was smoldering. The smell of ash filled your lungs. You stumbled in your disguise toward the camp, shuffling on your stomach to take a closer look at what was going on. A fat human man, his form obscured by the smoke, stands in the middle of it.
You immediately recognized his silhouette. You were frozen in place. This was not one of the disguises that you built. You saw some mobians kneeling, their hands tied behind their backs, like prisoners ready for execution. You stood quickly, wanting to flee, but somehow his death machine had snuck up behind you, in all its rocket-blasting and heavy metal stomping. It grabbed your disguise by its neck, felt the mechanical parts crunching under its iron grip. It tossed you toward your camp with incredible strength. You landed at the outskirts. The human man saw it, but you didn't know that.
The death machine had destroyed the visual capacity of your disguise, you were blind and scared and battered from the fall.You heard mental prying and then you saw him: Large and crimson-colored, a toothy grin stretching outward further than it should, and dark, hollow eyes boring into you. You felt like death itself was staring you down, like you were looking down the nose of a double-barrel shotgun.
He let out a sinister chuckle, grabbing you by the collar of the shirt and pulling you out of the disguise. The man threw you down, tied your arms behind your back, and set you kneeling in line with your other fellow mobians. They looked horrified, and eyed you cautiously.
"I suppose you already know who I am." His voice rumbled. Of course. This was Dr. Robotnik. "Your little disguises were impressive, I must admit... My scouts had no idea you were here until that little fool ran right under the scanners. Gave me quite a bit of trouble." He'd pace in front of you all, as if he was some sort of general addressing his troops. "It was quite frustrating. I would like to know who is responsible for these machines." He turned to face your group. "The one to tell me who is... gets to escape."
Members of your group glanced at each other. One of your group members stood up swiftly and nervously blurted, "The new one, over there!" gesturing toward you. Robotnik's face turned to yours, his gaze petrifying. You trembled, eyes wide as he approached. He took out a particularly large syringe filled with some clear substance. You tried to get up to run, but he grabbed you by the tail, laughing sadistically as he pulled you in and injected the syringe into your skin, pushing down on the plunger, filling you with this unknown substance. He dropped you into the dirt. Your vision blurred, you heard some commotion, and then went unconscious.
+ - - - - - - -
You slowly came to. You felt... comfortable. Like you were in a warm bed, with shelter. It was a strange feeling, after camping out in tents and hiding in the rubble of destroyed buildings. Or maybe you were still loopy from the substance... Then the panic set in... the last thing you remembered... where were you? You opened your eyes. The room had dim lighting but your eyes quickly adjusted. You were hooked up to an IV, laying in a twin bed clearly better suited for a human. You sat up. In contrast to the warm sheets, the walls looked like cold and utilitarian iron. It lacked a lot of decor, like it was some sort of gross approximation of a bedroom, rather than a real one. A small red dot of light in the top corner of the room... a camera. You were being watched very carefully. You didn't dare move. Instead, you just stared at the camera.
After about 15 minutes, you heard footsteps trailing toward the room you were in. They stopped at the door, and it creaked open. Robotnik's form was silhouetted by the brighter light in the hall. He silently walked in, the sound of his shoes tapping on the hard ground being the only thing that followed him, along with that rancid energy that hung in the air around him. Thick, hot and suffocating. The closer he got to you, the more it felt like you were drowning in his presence. You couldn't even look at him.
"Your people were quick to rat you out." He stated plainly. "That means you were actually the engineer, or some sort of problem to them. Which one is it?"
You fidgeted with your hands. You didn't say anything. You failed them. You failed them. That's all you could think. But the doctor didn't seem to like that. He leaned in, his warm breath against your face. You got goosebumps, you wanted to jump out of your skin or maul him or something, but your body was completely frozen. Completely exhausted.
"Both are useful." His voice sounded almost like a snarl. "But your lack of admittance sows uncertainty in my plan to keep you alive. So, answer the question: Which. One. Are you?" Each word was deliberate. Robotnik wanted you to understand fully and entirely what was going on. He was going to keep you alive? He made the same promise to the one who ratted you out at camp... Was he truly content to deal out such mercies? You had to try.
"Engineer." You barely squeak out. Your heart felt like it was in your throat, racing in your ears so loudly you could hardly hear. But you still could hear him chuckle.
"Good. In the coming days, you'll have the opportunity to prove it." He grabbed your chin, turning your head to make you look at him. Robotnik's grip was firm, his stare intense. "However, if I find that you are lying to me, I will skin you alive." He released his grip, and turned to leave.
"W-wait..." You mumbled out.
He paused his exit, and turned his head toward you.
"Did you really spare the one who gave me up?"
He laughed, as if it was a stupid question. "No, I didn't. And if you said you were problematic to them, I would have killed you, too." He made his leave, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Oh. They must all be dead now, then. You shouldn't be surprised that he lied. Of course he would have lied. You laid back in the bed and stared at the ceiling until you eventually gave into your exhaustion.
+ - - - - - - -
You refused food quite often. The stress meant you didn't have an apatite. Dr. Robotnik understood that because you were surviving on meager rations for so long, you couldn't quite go back to eating a normal amount of food again just yet, because your stomach had atrophied slightly, but he was growing frustrated with your unwillingness. He had to force feed you. He never seemed particularly thrilled about the whole thing. But, you had shown promising results on the cognitive tests he gave you to determine your intelligence, so he wanted to keep you alive. You felt more like a lab animal than ever.
You showered for the first time in months. You felt clean. It felt bad to feel clean. You knew it wasn't your fault that they were dead, it was the fault of this monster keeping you prisoner. But, there was still guilt set heavy in your heart. if you had been there when he attacked, would you have been able to save them? You felt undeserving of the mercy you were granted. But every time you showed your engineering prowess, Robotnik felt justified in keeping you. Your appetite fluctuated.
You hadn’t eaten for a week and you were getting dangerously thin. You tried to eat, you wanted to. But, it was so hard to swallow when it felt like there was a golf ball in your throat all the time. One morning, before you had even woken up, Robotnik entered your room. He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, attempting to wake you. You jolted awake and stared at him with wide eyes. He wordlessly scooped you up out of bed and into his kitchen. You were horrified. He felt you trembling in his arms. You couldn’t help but think that he was going to put you down like the sick animal you were. But… he sat down at the dining table and placed you in his lap, still not saying a word. In front of him was a plate of food. He took the fork from the plate, put some of the food on it and proceeded to feed you.
Despite the gentle way that he was going about this, Robotnik found this whole thing rather unpleasant. His large hand was on your neck, and whenever he got the food in your mouth he would use his thumb to press down on your throat to push the food far enough that you could swallow it on your own. The stress of the situation was getting to you. You were still trembling, in the lap of a murderer, and tears started flowing from your eyes. Robotnik paused to stare at you as your emotions bubbled over. He had made many a mobian cry before, but… there was something different about this. He was only trying to help you… and then he did something unexpected.
The doctor put down the fork and wrapped his arms around you, holding you in an embrace. He lowered his head down to yours and muttered in your ear. “Strong minds burn a lot of fuel.” Were those words of comfort? You couldn’t tell. “I will not let you die like this.” Your life was completely in his hands. The confusion of the situation had stopped your tears. He had released you from the embrace, and continued feeding you the meal until the plate was nearly empty. He then lifted you up again and carried you back into your bed.
The whole thing had you questioning quite a bit. For starters, you hadn't been held in quite some time, whether it be an embrace or simply to be carried around. You liked it... And you hated that you liked it. You tucked your knees up to your chest. Why did he do that? You understood why he wanted to keep you alive, but you couldn't understand why he would want you to feel better. He didn't seem like the sort to care.
+ - - - - - - -
You didn't know it, but Robotnik had already come to terms with the fact that keeping you would involve some sort of commitment. He realized that the situation would put you in quite a bit of distress. He was prepared for survivors guilt, but he needed a second pair of hands more than he loathed to deal with other's emotions. The fear that stems from you being a mobian and what he did to your group would make you a little easier to manipulate for him. You showed a lot of promise. The ultimate goal would be to have you working for him.
But, intimidation couldn't do all the work. He needed to build a rapport in order for you to be efficient. He also couldn't have you wanting to escape, one way or another. He didn't know if you were starving yourself intentionally, but he was determined to make you stop. Under the frustration of the situation there was a twinge of concern and anxiety. He needed a second pair of hands, they needed to be strong and steady. He could not have you trembling out of fear, hunger or weakness.
As the days went by, he felt no need to intimidate you in your weakened state, Robotnik's presence seemed to be frightening enough to you, and he started building a rapport. He told you exactly what he wanted from you, he made sure you understood the conditions of your "stay." That's what he called it. Like you chose to be there and you weren't some sort of prisoner. He told you that so long as you worked for him in a way that was "effective, efficient and agreeable," that you could live freely in his fortress as if it were your own home. Of course, you couldn't leave, but... You weren't to be locked away in some room when he didn't have any work for you.
The way he explained it all to you, each word clear and intentional, made it impossible to misinterpret his words. He left no room for disagreement, each term of the condition wasn't something you could accept or deny, it was a declaration. You are to work for him. You are to stay in the fortress. You will be kept fed, and warm and healthy in return. And should you try and make repeated attempts to escape, or sabotage bots, equipment, or infrastructure, you would be disposed of. Why he felt that he had to soften his language was beyond you - you knew if you tried any stunts like that, you'd be as good as dead.
+ - - - - - - -
Weeks past and your health improved, your appetite came back and you put on some healthy weight, and some of your strength returned as well. Quickly you were put to work. While Robotnik had automated assembly lines for most of his basic machines, other more specialized badniks were assembled by hand by the man himself, which can be very time consuming. This became a part of your job. Most of the parts for these machines were already synthesized, so all you had to do was follow blueprints. Your previous experience made following even the generally esoteric design choices unique to Robotnik's machines a little easier, especially with repetition. Eventually, you didn't even need the blueprints to assemble the more common specialty machines anymore. But, the doctor couldn't help but think that he wasn't using your innovative nature to its fullest extent. And, as much as you would have hated to admit it, after a while the monotony of simple assembly became dull. You were almost grateful when Robotnik dropped a few blank blueprints on the bench you were working at. You flinched as the large stack created a "THUD" against the table, and you looked up at him.
"I need a machine that can catch animals with relative ease and minimal energy usage. Something that can get close without frightening them." He turned and walked away.
Energy efficiency was something you became adept at while making your light mech disguises. Robotnik knew your strengths. Over the next few days, you constructed a pretty convincing robotic deer. Its chassis was big enough to fit most small to medium animals and after a few rounds of testing with lab rats, you were able to refine the movements to be quiet and lifelike enough to not startle them. But, the perfectionist was gnawing at your brain. You could make it better. So convincing any man or mobian would assume it was just a normal deer, just like you did with those disguises. For the next few days, you worked tirelessly doing just that.
Robotnik watched you work when he isn't busy doing his own work. Your expertise and dexterity with your craft was admirable even to him, but he always watched in complete silence. His unmoving expression never betrayed any of his intrigue, dark and lifeless eyes boring into you as you worked. But, you had no choice but to carry on. When you completed, Robotnik appraised the machine.
"Hmph. Good work."
That's all you got from him. But, you expected nothing, so you took what you were given. You spent the next few days building copies, you could get about one and a half built each day, and ended up with a dozen of these deer mimics by the end of the week. When they were released to serve their purpose, they caught animals to lure heroic mobians closer to more aggressive badniks for slaughter.
+ - - - - - - -
Of course, you knew that's what it was for. But it didn't help the guilt. You felt horrible the moment the machines were released. Robotnik could tell. He kept a closer eye on you. When you sat at your workshop pondering the way you were forsaking your people, spacing out, sometimes he would sneak up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder. When you turned your head to meet his gaze, he would only look at you for a moment before pulling away and leaving you be. You couldn't tell if he was trying to comfort you or not.
But, before you could contemplate your contribution to your people's downfall any longer, you started to notice another shift in Robotnik's behavior. Sometimes, he would stay up all night working. It wasn't uncommon, but for these past few days, you've not noticed him sleep at all. His movements became sluggish, his already sunken-in eyes, deeper. He worked into the late hours of the night, sometimes the sound of power tools rousing you from your own slumber. You knew you shouldn't care. This man was a murderer, a kidnapper, and basically a cannibal. But here you were, worried for the doctor's health. Perhaps it was because despite his compulsive hunger, he took care of you when you were sick with your own stress? That throughout the days, he took actions to accommodate you, as well? A step stool in the kitchen to help you reach the counter, and one in the bathroom so you could reach the faucet of the sink. Mobian-specific shampoo and de-shedding combs and lint rollers for your fur, tools that better fit your smaller hands, new clothes in your size as you had no doubt been living in the same outfit for a while after his actions destroyed your home...You just struggled with the idea that his actions were that of someone who didn't care about you. You weren't sure about how that made you feel.
One late night, after you had just wrapped up some assembly work, you hear the doctor working in his office, fingers typing away at a keyboard while writing code. You rapped on the metal door separating you, and waited for a moment before you heard his voice saying you could come in. You entered the room, and Robotnik was staring right at you. You had never sought him out before, so this was new. You walked up to him, fidgeting with your hands, and stopped right at the doctor's feet. He looked down at you, his scarlet face illuminated in the blue light of the digital screen beside him, deep shadows cast across his face in the poorly lit room. To him, you looked like a small and nervous little animal. To you, he looked like an owl eyeing down its prey. Needless to say, you were intimidated.
"Doctor... W-while I know it is not my place... I've simply noticed you've not been taking the time to rest..." You could no longer hold his gaze anymore, you looked down at the ground, continuing to speak, "Perhaps I could advise you to take a break? At this rate, y-you'll.. work... yourss--" You trailed off into a stammering mess as Robotnik reached out and grabbed your chin, his grip was a little tight, and he forced you to look at him. A grin crept across his face as your eyes widened and your ears pinned down and you struggled to figure out what to do with your hands... You could feel the warmth from his hand through his glove, his usually steady hands had a slight tremor, and some sweat had gathered on his head... He had a fever. "... You're sick," you whisper.
Robotnik's grin widened and leaned forward, pretty much sticking his face in yours, his grip on your chin tightening. "Sick? How bold, that you come here only to tell me what I already know, and then insult me." He spoke through clenched teeth, clearly misunderstanding what you said. You stepped back, breaking his grip, creating a few feet of distance between you and the doctor. He stood up, his brows furrowed, ready to peruse you.
"No, you're sick! You- You have a fever," you tried to explain to him, "I could feel it through y-your gloves!" You were desperate for him to believe you, you continued on, "Y-you're sweating and shaking!"
Robotnik paused, raising his hand up in front of his face, watching his fingers involuntarily shake. He removed his glove and pressed the back of his hand onto his forehead, feeling the beads of sweat and his high temperature. His once irate expression had softened. His gaze turned at you again as he lowered his arm. He walked toward you, watching you shrink and tremble as you fought the urge to back away. He knelt down and put a hand on your head, rubbing your ears and pushing his fingers into your fur. You exhaled, trying to calm your nerves as you thought he was trying to do, though a might bit unsuccessfully as you weren't so used to being touched, much less from him.
"You're right," He muttered lowly, quietly, as if he only wanted you to hear, as if anyone else could be listening, "perhaps I should go and rest." Robotnik removed his hand from your head, stood up and departed from the room, leaving you there alone, to contemplate what happened in the darkness.
+ - - - - - - -
The next few days were noticeably quieter. You were often the only one in the hangar and workshop, assembling machines, picking up some slack that Robotnik left as he recovered. You couldn't get that encounter out of your head. The way he spoke to you and touched you and looked at you... You were unsettled, but also... You almost yearned for it. Many times you had considered checking in on the doctor as he recovered, but each time you simply shook your head. You should AVOID him. You should want to avoid him. But, sometimes you find yourself hovering in front of his closed bedroom door, hand raised as if ready to knock... You felt wildly frustrated by your desire for his company. Quietly, you wondered if he struggled with the same thing while you weren't eating...
You had made some tea. Accidentally, too much for you to finish by yourself. You hesitated before you poured it down the sink. What a waste it would be... Perhaps the doctor would like some? Ugh. You tried to shake the thought, dismiss it as stupid, but it was persistent. It made you nervous. You poured a separate mug of tea and carried it to his bedroom door. Again, you knocked.
"Come in," his voice grumbled. You hoped you didn't wake him...
As you entered, you saw him, sitting up in his bed with a book, reading at the light of the lamp on his bedside table. You plodded carefully to said bedside table, put the mug down, but before you could plod away, he reached his arms it and grabbed you. The red doctor stuck his finger in your mouth to keep it open, grabbed the mug and poured a little bit of the tea down your throat. The hot liquid burned your insides, you squirmed in his grasp and by the time he was finished, you broke away and gave him a sour look. He simply stared, silently. You questioned for a moment as to why he did that, remembering... Oh, yeah. You were captive here. He must've thought you would have tried to poison him. You folded your ears back and stared at him as well. And for a bit, you both just stared at each other. You wanted him to know that you weren't going to collapse to any poisoned tea. And Robotnik wanted to watch you collapse, if the tea turned out to be poisoned. But, after those moments had passed, the doctor simply sighed. You took that as a sign to leave, which the doctor let you do freely.
+ - - - - - - -
The next day, while you were working, a house bot wheeled up to you and bumped into your shoes to catch your attention. As you looked down at it, the machine beeped, "THE DOCTOR REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN THE MASTER BEDROOM." It wheeled away after its message was delivered. You sighed, a little stressed by the prospect of seeing Robotnik after yesterday. Your mouth was still healing the burns... but to ignore the request would get you in trouble, and you didn't want to deal with that. You put down your tools and departed from his room. When you reached it, the door was opened and he was sitting at the edge of his bed. He looked at you, and beckoned you with the waving of his hand. You quietly obliged.
When you got within arms reach of him, Robotnik grabbed you again, but this time he lifted you up and sat you in his lap, much like he did that one time while he was feeding you. Accept, this time he held you close, his fists clenching the fabric of your shirt almost desperately... His embrace felt warm, and undeniably affectionate. While at first you were frozen in fear, you quickly relaxed... You hated how much you wanted this. How good it made you feel. You reciprocated the embrace, which, for a moment, made the doctor squeeze you quite hard. With an exhale, he relaxed his grip. Perhaps Robotnik was struggling with much the same feelings... His low voice rumbled in your ear, "You'd need to be some sort of angel to begin to forgive the things I've done... Or some sort of fool to show affection to your enemy."
You exhaled, shaky, but you were just nervous. "Could... Could I not be both," you questioned, your voice just barely whispering. Your answer made him chuckle, but he didn't say why.
"You try so hard to shrink away, make yourself small and unnoticeable... at first that's what I wanted from you, too... A quiet little worker... but now I'm not so sure..." As he spoke he moved his fingers through the fur on your head, with the other hand rubbing your back. You closed your eyes as you enjoyed the sensation, and contemplated his words. This was certainly not how anyone would treat someone they considered just a quiet little worker... As you relaxed more, bit by bit, the doctor would tighten his embrace, as if you could possibly just disappear from his arms...
After his embrace got so tight you struggled to breath, you squeaked out, "D-doctor?" and he near immediately released you. His arms fell away from your body and he rested them beside him on the bed. He let you sit on his lap as you'd glace around a little bit. You looked at his bed, which was large, even for him. You looked at his hands, fingers flexed against the sheets as if resisting the urge to move. You looked at his bedside table, the mug of tea you had brought him now completely empty. And then you looked up at Robotnik, his expression surprisingly soft, almost pleading... Along with his tense fingers, you realized something... He didn't want you to leave. And, You didn't want to leave, either. Both of you had gone without physical attention for quite some time, both of you the only organic beings in the fortress, and both of you adults with mutual rapports built up with each other...
You slipped off his lap and started removing your shoes. Robotnik let out a reveled sigh, grateful for your mutual feelings. He moved to lay back down on his side. As you crawled into the bed beside him, you looked down at your gloved hands. You never slept with gloves on, but... in Mobian culture, the hands were sensitive things. Vulnerable, even. The doctor was being vulnerable with you, in his own way. And while it wasn't transactional, you thought that maybe he'd appreciate it... So you slipped off your gloves and placed them on on his bedside table. You curled up beside him, your back toward him, and closed your eyes. After a few moments, you felt Robotnik's hands trail to your sides and he pulled you in closer to him, spooning you. You scooted further into him to encourage the affection, which he took in stride as he squeezed you again. His face was pressed into your fur, and intermittently you'd feel him bite into your shoulder. Not too hard, not breaking skin. It kept you awake for a while but as you got more and more comfortable, it became a part of the things that were lulling you to sleep, along with his breathing, the warmth of his skin, and the way his sheets smelled... He fell asleep before you did, unsurprisingly. He was dead quiet as he slept. In fact, one of the only things that reminded you that he was alive was the way his chest would rise and fall against your back. You could barely keep your eyes open at that point... And before you could notice anything else, you, too, drifted asleep.
When you two first become a thing, he will be very vocally affectionate.
He’ll also give lots of gifts! Flowers, food, and shiny stones are among the common items.
Oh goodness, do NOT throw any of those stones away. He’d be so hurt.
He’s a little dramatic. So be prepared for that.
And beware of his big ego.
Rewrite is also super used to being in control, so he’ll struggle to relinquish any to you.
He also likes to follow you around a lot.
As time goes on and you two establish a physical relationship, he will be touching you non-stop.
Your personal space is his personal space now. Sorry
He loves holding your hand or linking arms
Wrapping you up in his long noodle arms in a big hug. Squeezes really hard.
You need to sleep which he thinks is soooo boring but curling up next to you or holding you when your sleeping isn’t so bad.
Drapes himself over you, completely limp. Ragdolls in the way only a digital being can.
Super clingy. But, he wants you to like him so if you don’t truly enjoy spending every waking moment with him, he’ll deal. But he’ll mope about it a little bit.
He has a staring problem. Looking at you allll the time.
Overall a little obsessive
NSFW headcannons below the cut!
Sex doesn’t come naturally to him, because he’s a digital being. He knows it exists, he just didn’t really care until you came along
Rewrite would become interested after catching you by yourself, touching yourself. It was embarrassing for you.
But he didn’t find it all that odd and was actually curious and wanted to help you.
Since he didn’t have any genitalia, he would mostly just get you off with his hands.
He learned pretty quickly and didn’t have much clumsiness to it after a bit of practice. His hands are very dexterous.
But rewrite later became interested in the feelings of sexual stimulation for himself, especially since he could easily become under-stimulated even when you guys were cuddling.
It is his world, and he has some ability to manipulate his form after he gets enough rings, and is able to make himself genitalia. Of course, it only comes out when “in use.”
He actually comes to realize that sex is a super overwhelming sensation for a being that was never supposed to experience it, but he likes it that way. Gets lost in the sauce pretty easily.
A little aggressive with it, actually.
He’s a switch, and it’s sort of dependent on who initiates sex first. If it’s him, he’s topping, but if it’s you, he’ll bottom.
Power bottom. If you don’t have a cock, he doesn’t find too much difference in a strap-on
Very vocal. Lots of panting and moaning, with the occasional whimper. especially when bottoming. Talkative, too. Mostly just begging you to go faster, or harder, or to give him more. Sometimes in Japanese, so you don’t always understand what he’s going on about.
He’s more quiet when you’re bottoming, but that’s when he starts biting you.
The first time you guys fucked, rewrite had to relocate the activity to somewhere really remote so you two wouldn’t disturb anyone.
His teeth are sharp! Will pierce skin.
Unlike a lot of EXEs, rewrite’s stamina is pretty average. You’d think that because of his energetic nature, he would be able to go for hours non-stop, but the overwhelming sensation that is sex is one of the things that can tire him out pretty quickly.
hiiiii friends sorry for the inactivity,,,, I have finals next week and I need to work hard for those good exam grades! I got a real long Starved x reader fic cooking rn,,, might be similar in length to my Lord X piece,,, it's at 2896 words already! I hope that doesn't become a habit of mine... :P
Expect to see me more next week or the week after!! Im gonna have a lot more time on my hands!
You and Robotnik have been in a romantic relationship for quite some time now. Despite it being quite taboo among mobains, the Doctor wanted to try something new with you tonight.
TW: NSFW exclusively, light petplay, he’s a little rough, head, penetration, creampie
You sat eagerly between the legs of Robotnik. You both were nude. He was sitting up with his back against a pillow. Sex for you both was an uncommon thing, as you and him were often busy. You looked down at his large, erect cock. You were so wet for it you were basically leaking on his bed. But, he had told you to wait as he rifled around in his bedside table. After a few seconds, he pulled out a black leather collar with a lead on it. You stared at it with wide eyes. He grinned. Petplay is what he was suggesting, but you knew he knew that such an activity was a bit more controversial in mobian spaces, especially in regard to human-mobian relationships where the mobian plays the pet. Though, there wasn’t anything much more taboo than your relationship with Robotnik, the mobian-eater, anyway. He seemed to be waiting for your approval, and you shuffled forward a bit to put yourself within arms length of him.
He chuckled, “Good girl,” as he loosely fit the collar around your neck. His hands slid down the lead and when he reached the loop at the end, he gave it a little tug.
You sucked in a bit of air. Oh boy. You weren’t quite ready for how good the praise felt. Robotnik often withheld a lot of his kind words from you, often waiting until he was in you or over you or had his teeth sinking into your skin. He liked you, but he also wants to remind you of who’s in charge. This was certainly reinforcing that.
“Now, keep being good and help me with this…” he gently brushed his erection with his knuckles.
You started to try and position yourself over it, but he pushed you back down.
“No, not like that.” He grinned at you.
You reached for his cock, but he swatted your hands away.
You stared at him and blinked for a moment. Oh! He wanted… you lowered your face down to its angry head, and slowly wrapped your lips around it. You sucked lightly before pushing your head down more, letting his member slide into your mouth. He hadn’t let you do this before. You couldn’t quite take him to the hilt without choking. Robotnik chuckled as he heard you choke on him. Impulsive thoughts called to you to toy with him a little bit. You pulled back your lips and tongue, and let your sharp teeth simply touch his sensitive skin.
The doctor panicked, sticking a thumb in the corner of your mouth, keeping it open and pulling you off of him. He pulled the lead back tightly, forcing your body closer to his. He removed the finger from your mouth and used that hand to hold the collar. He looked quite angry. “You should know better than to try something like that,” he growled. “Stupid animal.”
You gasped at the sudden reaction. But, you couldn’t help but be a little turned on by the way he was speaking to you. His low, rumbly voice… “I’m sorry, Doctor… but, you shouldn’t put something in my mouth and expect me not to bite.” You smiled at him, showing all your sharp teeth. You felt his cock twitch against your stomach.
Robotnik released some of the slack on the lead, letting you go back to your previous position, but he leaned forward a bit. “Not doctor. Master. And I suppose a punishment will be in order.” You got excited for a moment, until… he put his large hand against the back of your head and forced it down on his cock again. The throbbing erection hitting the back of your throat, and your nose pressing into his crotch. You choked hard. He released his hand and you quickly pulled back, coughing and hacking. He laughed at the sour expression you gave him. You thought you were going to be pounded! You hoped, even. But, Robotnik seemed to know well the purpose of a punishment. You weren’t going to try that again. “Are you going to behave now?”
“Yes, master.” You mumbled, playing dejected.
“Good. Now get back to work.” Robotnik tugged on the lead a little.
You did as you were told, working his length with your mouth, sucking and swallowing any precum that he started to leak. Robotnik would grunt and breathe heavily, and the throbbing and twitching got more frequent. You moved one of your hands to try and work your clit, as it was begging for attention, but the doctor leaned forward, grabbed your arm and pulled it away.
“Not yet,” he uttered between grunts and huffs.
You simply whined in response, the vibration of the vocalization making him twitch again. You worked a little faster, he was close and you felt it. His hips bucked into your mouth, his head pulled back and he placed a hand at the back of your head, trying is best not to force his length down your throat again. Still, you tried to make it go deeper, your gag reflex not doing you any favors as his head got deep enough. Precum started filling your mouth as you were working him too fast to try and swallow. His grunting sounded more like growling now, his teeth clenched and the hand on the back of your head flexing its fingers against your fur. When he finally came, you pushed his length as far as it would go down your throat without wanting to immediately pull back. You felt his warm release pour into you. You sat there until you felt like you were about to pass out, and pulled back, wiping some cum off your chin that had dripped out of your mouth.
Robotnik was left chest-heaving on the bed, beads of sweat forming rivulets down his body. His hand had a very loose grip on the lead of the collar. You swallowed any cum left in your mouth, catching your breath and waiting patiently as he regained his composure and sat up, still breathing heavily as he pulled you in and sunk is teeth into your shoulder.
“Mmmpphhh… h-how come you can bite… but I can’t?” You moaned, pushing your face into his body. He pulled away from your shoulder, laughing tiredly.
“Good girl…” he muttered as he stroked your head and rubbed your ear. He picked you up, closed his legs and set you on his lap. You whimpered. “Sensitive now, are we?” He spoke as he slid his fingers into your collar, and tugged you back so he could get a better look at you. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, and he saw your wetness dripping onto his leg. “Oh… I suppose you were expecting a reward, then?” He grinned at you, picking you up, standing and then laying you down on your back at the edge of his bed. He leaned over you, tugged on the lead to pull your head closer to his, and he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth and gliding it against your teeth. He released his grip and let you back down against the bed, breaking the kiss.
He pushed the head of his cock into your folds. You whimpered loudly. Robotnik entered you with ease, it made him chuckle. “Oh, you poor thing… so wet for me all this time…” he wasted no time thrusting into you, his girth filled up your hole quickly. He hit the spot with each rut into your cunt, making your legs twitch and your eyes water as you cried out with pleasure, whimpering and moaning. You weren’t going to last long. Robotnik huffed and grunted as he twitched inside you. Warmth bloomed in your abdomen, and you clenched onto his bed sheets and threw your head back. His thrusting quickened, and you reached your climax, moaning and panting under your lover as he continued until his own completion. He filled you up, and then pulled out, looking down at you to admire his work.
You laid panting on his bed sheets, his semen leaking out of your hole, your legs twitching intermittently as you rode out your high. He lowered his face down to yours, kissing you on the cheek and then removing the collar. He muttered lowly right in your ear, “you’re a good pet…”
Hi! I really love your writing! Could I request a Lord X fic about how he and his lover met and got together? Oh, and could his lover also be an exe?
EXE!Reader x Lord X
Word Count: 7150 [!!]
[tysm!!! ^^ I had to stew a while on this one, tbh! I wanted to take my time to get this old man right, especially since he's one of the more popular ones. Since the term "EXE" is a bit muddy nowadays, I interpreted that as the reader being a void entity similar to Lord X.]
After a rival entity destroyed your world and cast you from it, you ended up in a different world entirely. You found yourself in the realm of a void entity that calls himself Lord X. Recognizing your comparable strength, he agrees to let you stay and recover to reclaim your home. Little did either of you know, your stay would be much longer than your recovery.
TW: Injury, blood, gore, angst, mention of deaths and killing, NSFW at the end
You awoke from your unconsciousness quickly. Your wounds ached, the cold ground beneath you saturated with your dark blood. You looked around, half-expecting to still be in your world in your dazed state, but all you saw was unfamiliar terrain with foliage made of flesh and the atmosphere had a grim red tint. Just as you were lifting yourself off the ground, a heavy foot landed squarely between your shoulders, pressing you firmly to the soil.
A deep, gravely voice chimed with a tone touched with mockery. "Now, how has this one managed to get so beaten and battered before I've even shown up?" Unfamiliar. This wasn't the voice of your rival. He stood in front of you, knelt down, and firmly grabbed your chin and lifted up your head. You got a better look at him. Dark pits for eyes, with red and white pupils x-ed out, a similar shape on his chest. His cheeks and torso slightly stained with blood, and disheveled blue-grey fur. He was grinning down at you. You could tell quite quickly that this was the entity who created this world. A fishy looking individual accompanied him, with webbed fingers and an angler's lure on her head.
You snarled at swat his hand away, pulling back from the void entity's proximity. "Don't touch me." You weren't in the mood to be toyed with. His expression changed swiftly. Your sudden appearance, as he was not expecting a new vessel, your sharp eyes, and the mere ability to free yourself from his grasp... Another void entity.
"Oh!" The mockery had faded from his voice. "Pardon me... For a moment I mistook you for simply another soul to take. You certainly aren't an invader, or else you'd arrive much less injured and much more prepared, I imagine..." He stood up, brushing reddened soil off his knees. "How did you get here, my friend? And why so broken?"
"... My world is gone. Destroyed in some petty conflict." You huffed, still out of breath from your battle. "I suppose now I am a castaway." You set your gaze upon the ground, feeling quite mournful about the whole thing. All that work, molding something from nothing... Dashed upon the rocks by turgid waves.
The fishy one stepped forward. "If I may suggest, my lord... Perhaps the castaway could stay and heal their wounds away? And leave the day they regain their strength?" She tilted her head.
The dark-eyed entity thought for a moment, looking down at you. He was still surprised by your presence. There was scarcely an opportunity to engage with another of his kind in a way that was cordial, thus he mostly created enemies. The more he pondered, the more it felt like a good move. "... I believe that is an excellent idea." He reached his hand out to you. You eyed him suspiciously, but he only smiled. Against your better judgement, you grabbed his hand, and he helped you to your feet. "You may call me Lord X. I made this world. And this -" He gestured to the web-fingered individual. "- Is Zetsubo, one of my several guardians. It will be a pleasure to have a new face in the castle! Things were getting a little boring..."
+ - - - - - - -
When you got to the aforementioned castle, Lord X lead you to a wash room to let you clean your wounds. The pain didn't bother you - you were a void being, after all, and didn't really feel pain in quite the same way as humans did. But, you did feel a little bit of frustration toward yourself for needing charity - especially from this eccentric creature with a giant castle filled with statues of himself. You were still cautious of this "Lord X" character, but he seemed a little cautious of you, too, as he was standing at the open doorway of the washroom with his hands behind his back. You took a moment to mentally note his remarkably poor posture before he began speaking to you.
"So, this... petty conflict..." Lord X seemed to be trying to encourage you to elaborate.
"It started when I was young and easily angered," you explained, "my rival goaded me. Called my works in my world uninspired, uncreative, and... 'something a human could create by accident.' Among other things. She was a thorn in my side. It felt like no matter what I did, she held on like a parasite..." You clenched one of your fists. "One day she brought one of her own creations. To mock me. To tell me she was better. It was living, fragile, made of flesh... so I killed it in my anger. I've been fending off her attempts for hundreds of years now... I suppose I just ran out of steam." You cleaned out the last of your wounds, dried the area with a dark towel and turned toward Lord X, who was pondering what you said.
"This rival of yours... will we have to worry about her coming to look for you?" He raised one of his eyebrows.
"No. If she wanted to kill me, she would have. She wants me to sit with my loss."
You both walked side by side down the corridors of his castle. Now that you weren't trying to keep your blood off the carpets, you took a moment to look around. The architecture was grand, much larger than yourself or your host, with cold stone and towering pillars to extenuate its height. Some of the X statues that lined the halls were fountains, spewing blood forth from their eyes, mouths or the Xes carved in their chests. You caught Lord X side-eyeing you as you studied the castle. He grinned.
"Impressive, isn't it?"
You hesitated for a moment, but responded, "Hm, yes, it is."
He stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow at you. Your pause got his full attention. He spoke so idly when he asked the question, it was something he uttered to his guardians here and there to make conversation, but they often responded with reverent awe! Here you were, a being of the same origin as him, with real experience creating a world, actually considering his question... Lord X hadn't realized until then how much your input actually meant to him. "You're unsure? You needed time to decide? Tell me, do you think something is amiss?"
"Ah, I... it simply feels like some of these grand walls are very blank. I could perhaps suggest portraits - or better yet, stained glass windows. They can cast brilliant and beautiful patterns on the walls and ground when met with the right light."
He looked around at the walls. Some of them were, indeed, a little plain... He nodded his head. It was an easy fix. "Yes... I suppose it is. It shall be done, then." Lord X continued walking, this time at a faster pace. "Now, you feel free to explore the castle as you desire. Ah, Gekido!" The faceless guardian was entering the hall you were plodding down from a side room, and was very surprised to see his Lord accompanied by another void being. "Please, escort our visitor to the guest room, I have some business to attend to." Lord X demanded and then hurried off.
Gekido looked up at you for a moment, a little cautious. "Ah. Very well. Follow me, then." As you did so, he glanced back every now and then. "Excuse my surprise, it is simply... My lord does not often peacefully share space with other void offspring. That is what you are, is it not?"
You nod. "I am. I realize that we are few and far between... The only other I've met had become my enemy. Your Lord... He seems to be a prolific creator. He must be quite powerful... or ancient."
"Both!" Gekido chimed. "Both, certainly." When you arrived at the room, Gekido opened the door. When you entered the room, he bowed. "I hope you enjoy your stay, for however long that may be, visitor." And then he left.
+ - - - - - - -
A little bit of time had passed since your arrival. The halls were newly decorated with large paintings and grand stained-glass windows. Some rooms now glowed with warm, dancing patterns when the sun hit them right. Slowly, you met each of Lord X's guardians, learned their names and personalities. Few seemed very interested in you, however. Lord X would occasionally accompany you as you wandered through his castle, chatting here and there. You were grateful for this safe haven as you recovered, but you didn't think much of Lord X himself. He'd frequently leave to attend to his games and while he was a pleasant conversationalist, you felt that there was very little for you two to connect on. Until, one day...
You heard music echoing through the castle. It sounded beautiful, even as the distance obfuscated the melody. You decided to follow the sound of this music, as you got closer you realized it was a piano. closer still, and you were in the room it was being played. You've seen this one before, admired its grand arch doorways and high ceilings, and upon the piano stool was none other than your host, his fingers flying across the keys to play this beautiful song you were hearing. You leaned against the doorway and listened silently. He didn't seem to have any sheet in front of him. You wondered if he was improvising. He played for several minutes, the song meandering through major and minor keys, changing time signatures and chord progressions... When Lord X concluded, you applauded him. "That was stunning."
He was so absorbed in his art, he didn't realize you were standing there! He turned his head with a surprised look on his face, which faded into a grin of appreciation. He stood up from his piano seat and bowed. "Thank you, my friend! If I had known you were there, I could have given you a real performance..." He walked up to you, still smiling.
"Real performance? You mean, that inspiring playing was simply a warm-up?"
"Inspiring? Don't flatter me!" Lord X waved a hand dismissively, though he reveled in the compliment, sufficiently charmed.
"I'm being sincere! I've been feeling like I've been in quite the creative rut lately, but... All of a sudden, I'm much more motivated." You grinned back at him.
"Hm. You've seen so much of my works," He gestured vaguely, "But I've only heard of yours. I would like to see them." He seemed to be not-so-subtly encouraging you to create. You just needed a medium.
+ - - - - - - -
Lord X had granted you an empty vessel. You had rarely worked with flesh and bones before, but you admired the flexibility of organic materials. You placed your hand on the chest of the soulless husk, and then dug your fingers in. You punctured the skin and broke the bones, and then pulled upward, from which arose a physically impossible pillar of gore. As in, there would have been no way it could have formed with the amount of organic matter already contained within the vessel, but making something out of nothing was kind of your whole thing. You twisted the organic matter into a spiral form, before pulling out a point. The whole thing looked a bit like a meaty sea shell sprouting out of a corpse, with some ribs poking out of the base, blooming out like pedals on a grim-looking flower.
Lord X watched the whole time. He was fascinated. Immediately he thought about how this could be used on vessels with a soul, what kind of reaction that could elicit... Your work with flesh reminded him of the gory foliage around his world. He knew for a fact you would make something gory from the vessel he granted you, it appealed to his taste specifically, so of course he liked it. He was more admiring your abilities. Next, he gave you nothing.
He wanted to challenge you. Use your real powers, even though you were in a weakened state. You caught his attention, and now he's curious. You took from yourself a piece of void matter, solidified it into a hard substance that looked like obsidian glass. You pushed it between the tiles of his castle's floor, and it sprouted from the ground like a tree. The roots pushed up and cracked the checkered floor tiles. They twisted outward, stopping just at Lord X's feet. He looked down at them, their dark faceted edges reflecting the light, the faces themselves, various shades of dark purple to black. He closed his eyes. He could almost see your world now: An obsidian orchard, so dark and oppressive that the human eye would struggle to differentiate it from pure void matter. Sharp edges and twisting forms... He smiled.
"You were testing me." You accused him, your eyes sharp, looking into his.
He only laughed. "I apologize, my friend. I couldn't help myself..." He walked toward you, and grabbed your hand with one of his own, and enclosed it with the other, looking up at you, but your eyes were fixed on his hands over yours. What? "It was my expectation that you would make something of your own with materials from around you - take from the castle, I mean. Instead, you made a part of you take root inside my world. It's bold... Mm... Once you regain your strength and rebuild your world, please... give me the honor of witnessing it."
You nodded. It was the least you could do to repay him for a safe place to recover.
He continued, "You should join me for dinner tonight."
You finally looked back at his face. He was still grinning at you. It looked earnest. "Dinner?"
He let go of your hand, and walked out of the room, down the hall, toward the kitchen. "Yes, Dinner! I'm well aware you don't need to eat, but, it's more for recreation. After all, Gekido's cooking is wonderful."
As you followed him, you saw a pair of eyes staring at you both from an adjacent hall. Yokubo, who you knew to be the guardian of desire, was watching from afar.
+ - - - - - - -
That night went swiftly. After dinner, you both retired to your respective quarters to rest. When the new day came, Lord X was intending on taking care of business, but found it difficult to be as productive as he often is. He was distracted by thoughts of you. You. It unsettled him. During dinner, he noticed how the marks that are your wounds were fading. You had nearly fully recovered, it was almost time for you to go home, but Lord X felt a pang in his chest when he acknowledged that. But why? And now here he was, pacing when he was supposed to be tending to his souls. He didn't want to let you go... You were valuable. Two beings born of void in one world is better than one, no doubt! You could be a powerful ally in battle, a view form the outside looking into his world, brave and strong enough to tell him the truth about it, so he could make it more perfect... And that tree. When you leave, that tree will remain, a piece of you in his world, stuck to remind him of what slipped between his fingers. He clenched his fist, frustrated with his thoughts now. Why? Why was he feeling this way? He knew your stay would be temporary! In fact, he was suspicious of you trying to gain his trust and overthrow him! And now he cant get you off his mind? The Tree! Perhaps you had planted these thoughts to weaken him! To serve yourself! Lord X wanted to get to the bottom of this. If you were a parasite, he was content to starve you out.
You were resting in the guest room when Kito appeared at your open door. "Lord X has summoned you to his throne room. There is something he wants to discuss." The tall guardian warned, before dragging his static form in the direction of the aforementioned room throne room. You followed swiftly, you didn't want to keep Lord X waiting. The matter seemed serious.
When you entered the room, Lord X was staring down at you from his throne. Every guardian was accompanying him, with an uneasy looking Yokubo to his right and a delighted looking Kyofu to his left. "Visitor." You froze on the spot. "Come closer." Lord X lacked the warmth in his voice he had previously addressed you with. You slowly and carefully approached, and stopped when he raised his hand. "I have reason to believe you mean to usurp me. Especially as what I assume are your mental manipulation abilities take root."
You stared at him, awe-struck, and then eyed his Guardians. You were confused! What mental manipulation abilities? "... Lord X, I assure you, my abilities are almost purely physical. But, what do you mean by mental manipulation?"
"Today, I found myself unable to perform my necessary duties because you have wormed your way into my brain like a parasite. It began after you planted that wretched tree... It's very distracting. Not to mention, you grow stronger daily. You could be biding your time to catch me off guard." He leaned forward in his throne a bit. "I will not allow it. You may be a void being, but you are outnumbered here. If you attempt to weasel your way into control of my world, my guardians and I will crush you." He warned, his voice grumbling a bit.
You took a moment to think, and then knelt in front of him. You wanted him to know you were acknowledging his rule over this world. "Lord X," You spoke with a quieter voice. His ears twitched and he sat up a bit, an eyebrow raised. "It was not my intention to... invade your mind. I could destroy the tree if you so desire, you seemed to be so pleased with it when I made it, I had no idea you felt so strongly as to call it wretched." You felt a little hurt. "But, I'm afraid there's been some misunderstanding. I know what it's like to lose your world, and I wouldn't wish it on you, especially someone who had consistently and repeatedly referred to me as their friend." You glanced up at him. His critical expression had softened.
Lord X was rethinking what he said... such strong wording he used... He got up off his throne, and walked toward you. He was making you an enemy. He didn't want to do that. He reached out, placed his hands on your arms and gently pulled you to your feet, out of the kneeling position you were in. He looked ashamed. He avoided eye contact. "You need not destroy anything for me. My friend, I am afraid I've grown paranoid. To assume you would attempt such a thing even as my guardians keep this place in check... That would be foolish." He released his hands from your arms. You looked at Yokubo again. His eyes were wide and on his head had a few beads of sweat. He clearly knew something you didn't, but you turned your eyes toward Lord X again, who put his hands behind his back. "My apologies. you are dismissed."
Yokubo waited until the grand doors shuttered behind you before uttering bewilderingly to his lord: "You want them?" He was quiet, trying his best to not be heard by the rest of the guardians who were dispersing as they were dismissed, as well. Lord X glared at him. Though, he knew he was right. Yokubo would know better than anyone how to detect what emotion his own title conveys.
But, Zetsubo was lurking around him as well, and heard Yokubo's words. "Closer leans their time to leave..." she whispers. "But perhaps there is something you can say that can get them to stay?"
"Enough out of both of you!" Lord X snapped, "Leave me." He pointed to the door of the throne room, signaling his Guardians to depart.
Some hours later, you were wandering the castle to calm down from the tense situation in the throne room. You came across your obsidian tree again. You sighed. Wretched? Parasite? he apologized, but... You walked toward the tree, leaning against it. But, little did you know, there was someone at the other side. He had heard your footsteps enter the room, and as you sat down, he peaked from where he had accidentally obscured himself from view.
"My friend!" Lord X chimed, making you jump a little bit in surprise. He sighed as he noticed your alarm and suspicion, and moved to sit next to you against the tree as well. You sat in silence for a while.
"Parasite, hm?" You tilted your head at him. "If you truly feel that I am parasitic, then I may take my leave early."
"I did not mean what I said. I spoke from frustration, not sense."
"Why should it matter to you? I will leave anyway, sooner or later. It is not like you have any lack of company." You snapped back.
"My guardians and vessels? They are my subordinates. They stick around and do as they're told because I am in charge, but you are my equal. Beside the whole void matter thing, you are a creative, unafraid to criticize my works, and comparable in strength to even myself." He spoke with surprising earnestness. "I only stand to gain from your presence. You are far from a parasite. But as you are my equal, I cannot control you. If you wish to leave early, than be my guest."
You simply stared for a moment, and then relaxed against the tree again. He glanced at your wounds. They were almost completely faded now.
+ - - - - - - -
Lord X found himself restless. He had not seen you since you both had departed from under the tree the day before. He did not want to track you down, for fear of pushing you away. He knew he could not keep you here... but he wanted to. You were not simply on his mind anymore. He found himself craving your presence. Your voice. Your eyes... If he had held you prisoner, you would leave his good graces, especially after his paranoia strained your friendship. He would make another enemy. But if he let you go, he felt that he would lose you. He flipped a soul ring around in his hands. He had killed a vessel in his stress and frustration. But, it gave him an idea.
You were wandering in the garden on the castle grounds, looking down at the twisted meaty "foliage" that decorated the exterior. Some of these flowers had eyes. They were looking at you. You knelt in front of them and slowly guided your claw toward the open eye, and before you hit it, the flesh plant squeezed it's eyelid shut. You drew your hand away and it opened its eye to look at you again. As you heard someone approaching, you stood up and faced the noise. It was Lord X, with a red ring in his hand, approaching you.
He stopped right in front of you. "Hold out your hand, my friend." You obliged, holding out your hand, and he put the ring in it. Your skin tingled and your hairs stood on end. You felt energized. "Wear this, and it will give you the rest of your power and then some. You could... leave now, and do whatever it is you plan to do. Take vengeance for your destroyed world, or start anew..." His voice trailed off, and he looked away.
"But there's something else," you pointed out. He glanced at you cautiously, then nodded.
"Or you could stay here." He suggested, his tone made it sound simple, but you could tell he was covering up some real vulnerability. "With you by my side, as an equal, we could be unstoppable. Make whatever world we wanted. Crush our enemies."
You stared at him for a while, considering. There was no guarantee that even with this soul ring, that you'll be able to defeat your rival... and if she had detected a growing presence somewhere out there, she could find your world and destroy it again. But, the life Lord X was offering appealed to you. You were surrounded by his works and felt that they were beautiful. His world had strength, like it could stand on its own even if another void being threatened its existence. And as the Obsidian tree still stood in his castle, he seemed to have no trouble making room for you. Not to mention, how much he charmed you at that dinner you had together, or how you admired his creative process... And as he had described how he was thinking of you the day before, you recognized that you were thinking of him, too. You thought it was just because you were in his world, but previously, when you were alone, you were always thinking about when you were going to see him again... even after he hurt you. You pushed the ring back in his hands, and he looked up at you with hope in his eyes.
"Then I suppose I won't be needing this." You stated simply.
Lord X's grin spread wide across his face, bloody tears sliding swiftly down his cheeks. He took one of your hands into his, and spoke with released tension in his voice. "Excellent." He'd brush his thumb over your knuckles, looking very pleased. You squeezed his hand in response. "I suppose we should get you a more permanent room in the castle, then! Something more tailored to your tastes, I mean!"
+ - - - - - - -
And so you did. You stayed. Several days went by. You got your own room, decorated - not with the red that was present in most of the castle, but in purple. Lord X started to embrace the color, too. Soon, it was added into some carpets, paintings, and in the panels of stained glass windows. A garden was built around the tree you had planted in his floor. The guardians seemed to respect you more now, and Lord X was taking more time out of his days to spend time with you. While he found himself busy tending to his games, you often stayed behind, making sure that order remained in his world. Lord X, while he trusted is guardians, as they were pieces of him, he felt that his world was in safer hands in his absence now. Sometimes, he would bring you along to help him with his games. You expressed interest in human emotions and reactions to pain much like he did. The time you spent together only brought you two closer. He'd often grab your hand during conversation now. You hadn't experienced much physical contact before meeting him, but now you started to crave it. One day, these cravings became impossible to ignore.
Lord X was playing piano again. You loved it when he did. Most times they were improvised, or classical pieces he had taken time to learn. It didn't matter either way, each time his fingers touched the keys, he played beautiful music. Again, he was absorbed in song when you entered the room to listen to him. So you snuck up behind him, wrapped your arms around him, and buried your face in the back of his neck. He froze, the music stopped, and he was unsure what to do.
"Why did you stop?" You whispered after lifting your face out of his fur.
"Ah, no... no reason." He continued playing for a while, his movement a little restricted as you were still holding onto him. When he concluded the song and felt you pull away from the embrace, he turned around to face you on his piano stool. Fresh streams of blood trickled from his eyes as he looked at you, grinning. Lord X reached out his hand to grab yours, as he usually does, but this time he lifted it up to his face, and started kissing your knuckles. You felt a fluttering sensation in your chest. "You're so bold, my dear..." He grumbled in a low voice. My dear? This was the first time he called you that... You liked it. But, it also made you a little nervous. You looked away, and he chuckled. "Playing coy now, are we?" He removed his hand from yours and reached up to your chin, much like he did the first time you met, and pulled it so you would look at him again. You gave him a nervous smile. Lord X let out another laugh. He released his grip and stood up, and as you turned to walk with him, he put a hand on your back. You fought the urge to lean into him.
+ - - - - - - -
The next day, Lord X had one of his guardians call you into his throne room. You were a little concerned. Was this going to happen every time you had a good moment? Where he would sit on his throne and accuse you of trying to overthrow him? It was Yokubo who had fetched you this time. When you raised an eyebrow at him, he simply exclaimed, "Don't ask me what its about - I don't know what's going on in his head anymore!" He seemed a little distressed, which only worried you more. When you entered the throne room, he was not accompanied by his guardians.
Lord X sat on his throne, looking down at you, and smiled. "Come closer." You obliged, but he never motioned you to stop, so you simply stopped a few feet away from his throne. But... "Closer." He beckoned you again. You stopped right in front of him. The look he was giving you felt dangerous. "Closer." He whispered. You didn't know what to do.
After a moment of thinking you put your hands on the arm rests of his throne and leaned over him, looking straight in his eyes. "What kind of game are y- Oh!" You were cut off as he reached forward, scooped you up and sat you in his lap. All of a sudden, you were feeling a lot less concerned.
He'd kiss your cheek, and then your neck, your shoulder and then your collar bone. One of his hands trailed down your spine and the other held your waist. "Such a horrible distraction you are..." He muttered into your chest. "I should know better then to fall for you like this." He then captured your lips in a kiss, and let his tongue explore your mouth. You ran your fingers through his quills. When Lord X broke the kiss, he left you gasping for air. It made him laugh.
"You scared me half to death with another summons to this room..." You muttered, as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck. "Maybe next time you want to... spend time with me, you should just come and find me?"
"I'm sorry, my dear..." He squeezed you tightly against him, planting a few more kisses on your neck. "But I have some important things to do later, and I couldn't risk getting too distracted..." He loosened his hold on you, and you pulled away from his neck. He sat there and admired you for a little bit, sometimes holding your cheek or rubbing your thigh. You felt truly content for the first time since your world fell, and Lord X felt on top of the world. Not only did you stay, but you two have become closer than he could have imagined.
+ - - - - - - -
From then on out, Lord X began to consider you his lover. Beyond the activities you two already did after you had bonded, while he was relaxing on his throne, he would often prefer to have you near, sitting on an arm or in his lap, and you two would have long discussions in voidspeak about things that often felt unable to be expressed to their fullest within the restrictions of human language. Word of the relationship spread quite quickly, neither of you saw any reason to keep it a secret. The Guardians were expecting this, mostly because Yokubo had a tendency to gossip, but the vessels found your relationship with Lord X to be a little transactional, like it simply hinged on the benefits it gave you both. Of course, Void beings didn't feel love in the same way that humans did, but creatures with an instinct to dominate developing a cordial relationship was rare, and it wasn't like you two didn't take pleasure in each other's company. You cherished and admired each other's works, you often inspired each other, and had enough mutual respect to make room for one another.
Physical touch wasn't something that Void creatures were often interested in, but you had both independently developed an enjoyment of it. This desire often went outside the bounds of what humans found "normal" as well. Contact in itself sometimes did not feel like enough. There were times where Lord X would guide your hand into the large X-shaped scar on his chest, and you'd bite him quite frequently. Pain and pleasure were not so different for you and him, so there was not often fear of real damage. Sometimes when making out, you both would end up with bite marks or puncture wounds from each other's claws, both covered in blood from Lord X's leaking eyes and wounds. To many, it would look like you both had just tried to kill each other, but the loving gazes and the sweet words were more than enough to convince anyone that you two were head over heels for each other.
If it didn't seem like you two weren't trying to kill each other all ready, you'd spar together, too. Getting a taste of each other's power was certainly a unique sensation, especially when there is no desire to do permanent damage. You both were holding back just enough to not horribly maim each other, but letting loose enough to feel let them feel the burn. Lord X would often lament this after you two had tired out. He wanted to feel all of your power, but he knew it could destroy him. One night, he confessed that if any other being had tried to destroy him, and gotten close enough to kill him, he felt that you should deal the final blow, with all your strength, and blast him apart. You, of course, had no desire to kill your lover. But, you knew he would die happy if it was at your hands, which you found rather touching.
+ - - - - - - -
One slow day at the castle - which was a rare kind of day - you took the moment to lounge in a large, comfortable couch near a fire, laying supine, reading a book. Lord X snuck up on you this time, snatching the book from your hand and leaning over you before capturing your lips in a kiss.
"Mmm... something on your mind, X?" You had taken to calling him as such. There was no expectation of you to call him your lord, or even lord, as not only you were his equal, now you two were much more familiar.
"Only you, I'm afraid..." he hummed in response. He moved to the side of the couch now, and climbed on top of you unprompted. He grabbed your hand, kissed your knuckles, up your arm, to your shoulder and your neck, and then kissed you on the lips again. "My love... perhaps you should join me to my room? I would hate to leave anything to be cleaned up out here..." Lord X spoke breathlessly.
"Oh, but, you know this place is no stranger to our blood. Why should I move when I'm so comfortable here?" You teased him a little.
His grin widened and he lowered his head right by your ear. "Blood's not what I'm worried about, dear~"
He watched as you blushed and your eyes went wide. It made him laugh. Sex was not something that came naturally to void beings, but you both inhabited vessels that were capable of it and that aspect of both of your bodies had gotten into his head. Lord X slid one of his knees between your legs and pushed it into your crotch and kissed you. You were certainly being warmed up to the idea... You turned your head and put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him to break the kiss that kept you quiet. You squirmed a bit as he pressed his knee into your crotch a little harder. "Mmmm~, f-fine... You're so needy..."
+ - - - - - - -
Lord X stared for a bit as you laid stomach down in his bed. You had your face buried in his sheets because they had his smell. Of course, he reeked of blood, lunch meat, and weed (despite not indulging), which is not necessarily pleasant to most, but it was his smell, so you loved it regardless. He crawled into the bed and sat next to where you laid, gently stroking your head. When you turned to look at him, he smiled at you lovingly and moved his hand down to your cheek. You sat up a bit and he let the hand trail down to your thigh, where his look got more daring. From where you were sitting now, you could see he was partly erect. You sucked in a bit of air.
"Nervous?" He squeezed your leg a bit. You glanced away. Lord X hadn't realized how new you would be to the whole thing. "We can start whenever you'd like my dear." He traced shapes into your thigh with his claw, leaving some raised, light marks on your skin. "And if you'd simply want to lay in my arms for a few hours, we can do that, too."
You nodded, sat next to him and rubbed your cheek against his. He wrapped his arm around you and rested his hand at your waist. After a few moments of considering, you moved to straddle his lap. He gave you an encouraging smile as both his hands moved to hold your waist now. You leaned in and kissed him on the lips, letting your fingers run through his quills. Your tongue pushed against his, and then they slid past each other, both trying to enter the other's mouth. X's hands trailed up your back and stopped at your shoulder blades, using his arms to hook you in closer to him. He pulled away from the kiss and you started to trail your own kisses down his neck. You felt his cock get harder beneath you, and he hissed a little as you ground your hips down onto it. A bloody tear ran down his cheek and his scar began leaking. He bit into your shoulder. You could tell he was feeling under stimulated. He started flattening the bite mark with his tongue, and you buried your face into his neck. His grip on you tightened, his claws pressing into your skin. Now you were feeling under stimulated, too... You aligned your hole with his erection, and pushed into it.
A smile crept across Lord X's face as you took in his length. He huffed a little bit, enjoying the sensation as he slid deeper inside you. Once you took him to the hilt, you were panting.
"Easy now, my love..." He uttered into your ear. That alone made your hole tighten. You loved the sound of his voice. "Don't do more than you feel like you need to..."
You moved your hips up and down, fucking yourself on him. He gently re-positioned himself to help you, trying to hit your sweet spot. He new he found it when your panting turned into moaning. He could listen to that sound for hours... but he didn't intend to go on for that long tonight. His cock twitched against your walls as you kissed him, slipping your tongue into his mouth and gliding it along his sharp teeth. But, he pulled away from the kiss and held your body tight against his, trying to stop your motion. And when you paused, he grabbed your waist and pulled you off, your hole leaking with his precum a little bit. You were left panting, and wanting more. He picked you up and laid you down against where he was once sitting, your head on a pillow.
He kissed you on the lips before moving his head down between your legs. He took an almost experimentally long lick of your hole. You almost closed your legs onto his head, but he moved his arms to prevent it. He stuck his tongue into your hole, letting it push against your throbbing walls. He touched his cock as he did it, precum leaking onto his sheets. You already felt heat building up in your abdomen. You cried out his name a few times as his tongue hit your sensitive spots and pushed against the entrance. He pulled away once to bite into your thigh, running his fingers over the head of his cock, his fluids leaking onto his knuckles. Your legs shook and his cock twitched, you both were getting close. Lord X pulled his face away from your hole and shoved his length back in, pumping into you as you moaned dirtily. He panted and grunted into your ear, interjected by utterances of your name or praise. His thrusting quickened as you both got closer, and before you hit your climax you bit right into his shoulder. Instantly he unraveled inside you, his warm release filling up your insides. You both laid there, panting, arms wrapped around each other for a while. When he went soft, he pulled out, and got briefly distracted by his semen leaking out of your hole and dripping between your legs. He looked longingly up your body as it was covered in the blood that seeped from his eyes and his scar. You both were a mess and outright exhausted... Your head was still thrown back and your chest still heaved for air. He laid next to you and pulled you into an embrace. You pushed your face into his soft chest fur, and lulled to rest.
[ok so like I totally thought I didn't have any ideas for this, but I started writing and kept writing because I kept getting ideas and stuff!! I thought this one was gonna end up being like 2000 words at once but we hit 7,000!!! that's nuts! So if you were wondering why this one took so long thats why hehe <33 I hope you liked it anon!! It went on way longer than I thought it would :P Also you guys should tell me if I should write for the guardians too??? I was reading about them for this and I'm lowkey interested but lemmie know if yall wanna see that too.]
Enjoys fancy dinners, but struggles to sit still for more than an hour.
Would much rather take you somewhere where you two can walk around together.
Energetic. Good luck keeping up!
Very physically affectionate. Loves to ambush you with hugs, pepper you with kisses, holding your hand or linking arms.
Very chatty, but pleased to just have someone to listen to him.
Conflict in a relationship is difficult for Majin. If you’re angry with him and won’t tell him why, he’ll feel very discouraged.
But, if you do bring up something you want changed, he’ll do his absolute best to make you happy.
Doesn’t need to sleep and thinks it’s boring, but he understands that you need to and decides to curl up next to you, anyway.
Professional loving gazer. Majin just likes to look at you.
If you’re sick or hurt, he’ll try his best to care for you so you two can have fun again. But, he hates vomit. He struggles a lot with cleaning it up, hearing it happen. The smell, the way it looks - yuck. He’ll still do it! He just won’t be thrilled about it.
A little clingy. He understands very well that sometimes you must leave his presence and won’t try to stop you, but he will act quite sad when you must leave. He’ll be very excited when you come back, though!
NSFW headcannons under cut!
He might be fast and energetic most of the time, but he actually slows way down during sex.
Majin doesn’t really have a particular goal during sex, either. He doesn’t feel like he needs to go until his own completion.
He just does it because it makes you both feel good! And if making you cum is what makes you feel good, he’ll do that, too.
Loves holding you close while thrusting into you, his face buried in your neck.
Majin likes to see your face while fucking you, so he prefers positions that will let him see you. Missionary is his favorite.
Submissive top. He likes moving around a bit more, but is also easily flustered.
A bit of a tease.
Not incredibly vocal, but will moan and grunt occasionally.
Crazy stamina. Could go for hours if you let him. And if you do let him, he’ll be checking up on you constantly. Majin knows you’re not as enduring as he is, and he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you.
Has very dexterous fingers and can do a lot to get you off with his hands.
If you want a huge cock, you’re not gonna get it here. His is around 5 and a half inches, and a bit thicker around the head. It’s mostly blue, like the rest of him, but the tip is a little purple. He uses it well.
Aftercare king. Incredibly doting, and will do anything in his power after sex to take care of you. He’ll bring you food, water, bathe you (he might insist if things got a little messy), or simply hold you close to his chest and shower you with affection.
Hi, could you do Starved x Mobian Reader and Reader is going through their heat cycle but hasn’t told Starved about it but he obviously knows because he’s educated 👀…… please and thank you.. it’s okay if not though…. 👀
Mobian reader (Who's on their heat cycle) x Starved Eggman
Word count: 2579
[Yay! My first ask! I was actually thinking about doing this before you even asked, but to know there's demand is encouraging! Hope you enjoy it, anon!!]
Most Mobians integrated with the industrialized society have turned to hormone blockers to suppress the seasonal urges that come with being an animal. It's almost required for the sexually mature, as being in heat in public is considered indecent, but not every mobian can take a whole week off from work to hide in their homes and take care of their sexual urges. Some mobians go about their whole lives taking hormone blockers to avoid their heat cycles. You were many such Mobians, until of course, you lost access to these blockers when you were taken aboard Dr. Robotnik's ship, and soon, nature was calling.
You woke up that morning feeling a mix of things. The most forward thought in your head was "I NEED to find a mate," but that was paired with the utmost dread of, "oh yeah, I forgot what this feels like." It was going to be a long week. Oh, chaos, what were you going to tell Robotnik? Your work was going to be either non-existent or shit. You checked the time. 3:00 AM. What a nightmare. As the minutes ticked past, you felt the physiological symptoms of being in heat set in. The feverish trembling, the lifting of the tail, panting and sweating and perhaps worst of all, vocalizing. Yowling was mostly involuntary, but relatively easy to stifle. You took this opportunity early in the morning to try and take care of your sexual urges by yourself. Your body was much more sensitive to touch than usual. You pushed your face into your pillow to quiet your noises, but found yourself unable to reach a climax no matter what you did. You went into the restroom to wash yourself, trying your hardest to make your fur look smooth and relaxed but the stress was making it stand on end no matter what. You were in ruins. You kept telling yourself, you just need to get through this week. Surely, you can do that. But a week felt longer and longer the more you thought about it.
When a reasonable time for breakfast arrived, you went out into the kitchen. It was still a bit early, but if you could avoid the embarrassment of Dr. Robotnik seeing you like this, you'd do it. You had a small breakfast, because it was difficult to feel anything other than horny, and you quickly got to the hanger to try to get something done. To say the least, it was incredibly difficult. You couldn't think, you were shaking too much and you couldn't sit still. You couldn't do really cerebral stuff, but you could do some organization. It took a few hours, but eventually, every tool, screw, bolt, wire, and machine part in the hanger was organized. It looked great! But you could hardly appreciate it. It didn't distract you like you hoped it would, it still felt like a waste of time. You ended up pacing for a while, rubbing your arms and quietly making noise to yourself. The hangar was often a space you had a lot of alone time in, so you didn't mind letting some of the vocalizations slip. So long as you kept quiet, no one would notice, right? But, little did you know, lunch time had came and went, and you were a no-show. You took a few more hours to fix and polish a lightly damaged badnik, by some miracle, but it was nowhere near your typical work speed. You got almost nothing done. And before you knew it, it was dinner time.
You were actually feeling hungry, so you departed to the kitchen, but deeply nervous regarding your current state. Your fur was messy and your obvious symptoms, paired with a general exhaustion that comes with waking up really early but also the stress of being in heat. You entered the kitchen and began preparing yourself dinner. You were in there first, and you worked quickly to try and depart before Robotnik came to prepare his own dinner, too. You managed to swiftly finish cooking, devouring your meal, and returning to the hangar to hide once more. You tried to do some more simple tasks on the more damaged machines, got a few things done, but did very little to address most of their issues. You worked into the night before retiring to your room, but you couldn't sleep. You tried to see if touching yourself again would help, but no. You ended up spending the whole night trembling and panting and muffling your yowls into your pillow.
+ - - - - - - -
Next morning, the state you were in was even worse. Not only were you exhausted, it was getting harder to hide the symptoms and suppress the urges. Your fur was even more of a mess, and now you pinned your ears back pretty much constantly. You were wildly uncomfortable, your senses were on fire, and you felt like if you weren't fucked soon, you'd go insane. But still, you got up to get breakfast. It was another early one, another small one, you felt like you couldn't stomach anything else. After you finished your breakfast you started down the hall, but... Robotnik was there. You panicked a little. You prayed he'd think you're just sick, but... You decided to simply rush past, but instead, he held his hand out to physically stop you from avoiding him. The sudden contact in itself made you let out a little involuntary squeak. He felt you trembling against his hand. He pushed you a little bit backward from where you came so he could get a better look at you. You had your teeth clenched down hard, holding your breath and you were holding your tail down with your hand, and all Robotnik could notice was your messy, greasy fur from the sweating and your trembling. From his perspective, you looked sick. He knew mobians had heat cycles, of course, but some individuals have different mating seasons than others, so that wasn't the first thing that came to mind.
"What were you doing yesterday?" He queried. His voice seemed a little unhappy, he doesn't like it when you keep things from him. It makes him feel like he has less control over you.
You knew you had to answer. You breathed again, but that unintentionally released all the tension in your body that was keeping you from looking in heat. You almost almost vocalized - it was an impulse, calling for a mate, letting others know that you're "available" - you had to move both of your hands over your mouth to stifle it, letting your tail raise. You fell apart right in front of him.
He looked almost surprised. Oh! "So this is why you've been hiding from me..." He lowered his voice. "You're a mess."
Though the words he used weren't necessarily gentle, is tone wasn't upset anymore. Watching you move your hands away from your mouth and begin panting. Looking at you fumble with your shirt, restless. Staring at your pleading eyes. He grinned, aroused by how small and pathetic you looked. Your face was almost as bright red as his was. You were devastated with embarrassment. You turned your head away, and had to make an conscious effort so your body wouldn't follow and... 'present' yourself to him. How humiliating. But, Dr. Robotnik didn't seem too averse to this situation. He kneeled, moved his hand to the top of your head, attempting some form of comfort. "Perhaps I should have known this would happen..." He started rubbing your ear, which made you pant heavier. "If you had mentioned your cycle was coming, I could have gotten you some hormone blockers."
"I-i-it snuck up on me..." You stammered out. You felt pathetic. He laughed.
"We'll have to get you those tomorrow, then... but, for today..." He moved his hand down to caress your cheek. You pushed your head into it, whimpering at this simple touch.
+ - - - - - - -
You both retired to his room, Robotnik sitting up, nude in his bed, watching you undress. He was half-erect by the time you, too, were naked. He patted his lap with one hand, inviting you to sit on it. And you obliged quickly, your hole hovering over his cock. Your panting started to sound more like moaning now as your excitement increased, but instead of getting to what you wanted immediately, Robotnik decided to tease you a bit. He'd put a large hand on your back and push you into his torso, your head resting on his chest. He'd move his free hand down your spine, gently tugging on your tail, eliciting a whimper, and then moving down to finger your hole. His hands were big, but that's not what you wanted. You panted and whimpered and moved your hips down to try and get them deeper in you, but Robotnik simply chuckled and pulled them out. "So impatient..." You glared up at him in response, making him laugh again. This was torture, and he was enjoying it. He released his grip and started covering his cock in your wetness. When he moved his hand away, you wasted no time lowering your hole down to its head, feeling it press against your entrance. You shuttered involuntarily. This alone was heavenly.
Robotnik's fingers flexed against your waist, and he pushed you down onto his cock, pressing himself inside of you. You cried out louder than you would have liked. The size difference between human and Mobian made the doctor's already large erection massive to you. While you desperately stretched at his girth, you stuffed your head into his soft body, trying to stifle the noises you were making, but the doctor pushed your head away from him. "Keep holding all this in, and we'll get nowhere." All you could do was moan in response. You started moving your hips up and down, letting his length work your hole. It was times like these you and Robotnik were grateful to have no neighbors in the sky. You released much of your stifled yowls, between moans, whimpers and panting, only broken up when your lips were captured in a kiss. As he felt the walls of your hole tightening, he quickly lifted you up, pulling you off his cock.
You gasped, looking up at him with vision blurred with tears of pleasure with genuine confusion. He picked you up, stood, and then placed you stomach-down folded over the edge of the bed. Your tail hung high in the air. Before he entered you again, he rubbed your ears and your shoulders and your back, his strong hands working to release tense muscles all while the head of his cock brushed against your entrance. "All this stress..." Robotnik spoke, with labored breathing. "... It'll knock a few years off your life." In response, you begged him to enter you again. He chuckled and obliged. It felt even better now that he was thrusting into you, hitting the spot, making you cry out in pleasure. He leaned over you, pressing your body into the mattress with his own, and he sunk is teeth into your shoulder. Your moans were muffled in his sheets as you gripped them, heat building in your stomach as you came close to your climax. His thrusting quickened as if to help you reach it faster, and soon your body gave in, pretty much convulsing under your lover as he'd thrust a few more times.
Robotnik would pull out of you, and just left you there, your face burrowed in the sheets, chest heaving, your eyelids slowly growing heavy as exhaustion from the sex and the sleepless nights started to catch up to you. You heard him walk into the attached bathroom, and then you drifted to sleep. But, that didn't last, as a minute or two later you were woken up by a heavy hand on your head, stroking your fur. "Now, now..." Robotnik uttered quietly as you woke up. "You'll sleep much more comfortably when you're clean." It was only until he mentioned it that you realized how greasy your fur was now. You hummed sleepily as he picked you up and carried you into the bathroom.
+ - - - - - - -
You sat in the warm water of the tub between Robotnik's legs, who was rubbing soap into your greasy fur. He was thorough, and you were enjoying the sensation, nearly falling asleep again as his hands worked down your body, making sure each inch of you was clean, until he got to your waist. He slipped his hand between your legs and started fingering you again. You gasped a little, the stimulation waking you up. You folded your legs out in the tub in order to give him better access to your hole. This pushed you a little closer to his body, and you felt his erection brush up against your tail. Thinking back to your time in bed, you didn't remember him cumming at all. You let your head hang back and rest against the doctor's chest, looking up at at him as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You panted with pleasure now, moving your hand up to touch his face. "Mmmm... I could spend all day like this..." You muttered to him. "You're too good to me, Ivo..."
You didn't really say his first name very often, mostly because you knew he preferred you call him doctor, but in this instance, the familiarity seemed to please him. He pulled you tight against his body, his hard cock pressing against your back, and he'd hum as he continued to stimulate your hole. You removed your hand from his face and moved it down to the hand that was pleasuring you, pulling it out of your body. You then turned around to face your lover, wrapping your arms around his neck as your lips met his. Your tongues pushed against each other, and Robotnik wrapped his arms around your waist, and breaking the kiss. He was getting impatient now, trying to pull you down onto his length. You fought him a bit, not because you didn't want him inside of you again, but because you wanted to tease him back.You giggled a little, mistaking resistance for victory prematurely before he bit your shoulder again, much harder this time.
It shocked you, interrupting your push against Robotnik's pull and your hole was quickly taken up by his cock much faster than you both were anticipating. You let out a moan, and he grunted, then lowered his face back down to where he bit you, sucking and flattening the mark with his tongue. You rode his cock again, rocking your hips and moving up and down his length, moaning shamelessly. The doctor breathed laboriously and occasionally grunted, he wasn't particularly vocal during sex. He let his hands wander your body, down your shoulders, to your waist, down to your thighs, feeling as the muscles flex as you rode him. You felt his dick twitch and throb inside of you, warm precum spilling from your hole and dissolving in the bath water. He was close, and so were you. You rode him harder, panting from the pleasure, your hole tightening. Robotnik's hips bucked reflexively, bringing you both closer and closer. When you reached your climax, he did, too, his hot release filling your insides. You rested on his chest as you both heaved. You both just sat in the tub, panting and holding each other. When his cock got soft inside you, he pulled out.
Robotnik drained the bath water, as it was now saturated with semen, and filled it up again so you could both get cleaned. You both bathed each other, though you weren't doing much because you had to make an active effort to not fall asleep. After you both were clean, You got dried and dressed. The doctor laid you down on his bed and let you drift asleep before he finally got to work.
You live in a tiny town bordering broad, untapped wilderness in the form of a thick and ancient forest. Previous hunting seasons have seen scarce game, and recently, people have started to go missing. Your people have enlisted you to investigate the disappearances, as you are a talented tracker. In your search, you discover the cause, but become fascinated with the anomalous being, as it appears to be more than just a savage, drooling beast.
TW: NSFW, sorta out of character maybe, Cannon-typical violence, mentions of death, blood, and injuries.
You were walking through the forest, tracking the prints of a person wearing shoes. They were relatively fresh, maybe an hour or two old, but all you knew was, no one was supposed to be in the forest. Accept for you, of course. The people in your town were relying on you to find the one over-hunting game and making people vanish in these woods, and so far, you've only seen signs of other people. You found it hard to believe that a person is killing all the game and making people disappear, as do your people when you mention the tracks to them. Someone from a different town, on the other side of the forest, maybe? But you had never seen or heard anyone else. You also couldn't shake the feeling that the steps were too far apart, and quite large even for an adult man. You found the size and distance uncanny, as if you were tracking some sort of giant. The uneasiness this gave you encouraged you to lay low and track quietly. But, moving quietly meant moving slow, and by the size of the stride, this guy was fast. You had only been tracking during the day, and figured they might be diurnal because you felt like you weren't making any progress on catching up. So, you set up camp and waited for night, deep in the woods where people are prey, too.
+ - - - - - - -
Night fell quickly, and the darkness was oppressive. The thick canopy blotted out the stars, and the new moon offered no light. You sat outside your tent waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but you never ended up seeing more than a few feet ahead of you. You head out to continue tracking again. After a few minutes of looking for the trial again, you follow it deeper into the woods. You stayed quiet, still, crouched relatively low to the ground to appear less conspicuous but also to actually keep an eye on the footprints. There was very little noises, accept for the occasional owl, bat or cricket. In a patch of mud, you saw how deep the footprint sank. It implied something with a heavy frame. For a few minutes more you followed the trail, until you heard the unmistakable sound of a swarm of flies and the smell of death. You approached closer, twisting your face in disgust at the smell but also at the desecrated corpse you saw right in front of you. A doe, with her rib cage clawed into, with signs of something large rummaging in the chest cavity. The foot steps would align exactly with wear this large creature would be devouring the carcass. Something that wears shoes, but hunts and eats like an animal? They certainly weren't desperate. They didn't even eat the whole deer. Was this the product of someone going through some sort of mental break? there was no telling for sure, but this was alarming. The blood made the footsteps a lot easier to track. Whatever this thing was, it was a messy eater.
As you followed along the trail, a new noise started to fill your ears. It sounded like distress. Grunting and groaning, along with the noises of metal clanging slightly. Sometimes the grunts would be interjected with growls, and labored breathing. The sound was quite loud as you continued following the trail. Was this your guy? You peeked ahead of some foliage, squinting into the darkness, and you could see a struggling form. Large and bipedal, sporting large spines on its head, with a giant asymmetrical spiked arm, with a relatively normal one on the other side of its body. It was sitting in the dirt, struggling to get a bear trap off its leg with its singular gloved hand, so soaked in blood that you couldn't identify the original color. You squinted at its face again, small red eyes bright in the dark eye sockets of its face. While it looked much like a Mobian, it was quite large and had a distorted face, stretched into an unnatural, seemingly toothless smile. Despite this expression, it was very clearly in pain. You sat there for a while, watching it struggle, hoping to see the creature draw its last breath, but that didn't happen. It only sat there, rolling in pain. You waited for hours. The black sky started turning blue. The monster struggled more. Another hour. The sun was cresting the horizon. It laid down on its back, its chest heaving.
You could see it a lot clearer now, limbs and torso outfitted with impressive musculature, quills and fur a deep blue color, with a tan muzzle, chest and arms. The giant spiked arm was as red as flesh. Throughout its body, bony spurs poked through its skin. It didn't seem to be bleeding much at all from the bear trap, much to your surprise. It wasn't bleeding out, but instead, tiring out. The pain and struggle made its breathing heavy. You noticed it was looking at you now. It could see you in the bushes. It didn't move. It was giving up.
But, you weren't armed to kill a beast like this. You were expecting a man or a frenzied cougar. You wanted to pull away, but your heart sank at the thought. Your mind thought "No, this thing's a monster, it should die like one, too!" but you couldn't help but feel that its fate should be quickened somehow at least. You emerged from the bushes.
"Are you the foul beast that's been killing all our game and slaughtering our people?" You questioned it. Mostly as a display of confidence. You didn't want this thing to think you were appearing weak. But, much to your surprise, it nodded.You stood there, shocked. It understood you. You didn't know what to say next. This snarling monster seemed, in some way, intelligent. He wouldn't take his eyes off you. When you reached for your weapon, he growled. He didn't want to die. You weren't sure that you could make that choice for him.
"If... If I free you, will you leave my people alone? We won't hurt you if you keep your distance!" You felt foolish trying to bargain with him. Even if he said yes, would he keep up his end of the deal? You suppose you already know his weakness now. You'd just have to track him down and set up bear traps. He seemed to think for a moment, his eyes glancing away from you, and then back. He nodded. You swallowed thickly, approaching the beast's injured foot. He watched carefully as you knelt down and opened the jaws of the bear trap. He growled at the pain, chest heaving some more. When you pulled it away from him, he let out a series of grunts. They seemed tense, but not unfriendly. Maybe he was thanking you?
"You're welcome." You turned and left.
You lied to your people. Told them that you had chased the beast into a ravine and it fell to its death. They cheered, called you a hero. It felt bad. You didn't know if you could trust him to not kill your people again. You could only hope.
+ - - - - - - -
Time passed. There were no more major disappearances. People would go missing in the woods but turn up later, but such is only natural when it comes to rural living. Game was still sparse, but it was simply supplemental food to the farming the town already did. But, every time you were in the woods, you couldn't get the idea that the thing you saved was still out there somewhere. You couldn't help but imagine his form in your mind. His wide stride suggested great speed, his powerful muscles implied great strength, and your brief communication with him meant intelligence. Understanding. One night, you went looking for him.
It was a full moon, the forest much brighter as the dappled light shined through the canopy. You traveled to where you you saw him trapped and spread your search from there. It took an hour to find his trail again. You followed it briskly, without concern for stealth. After a few minutes, You heard a noise. The sound of tearing, popping, snapping. Like something was devouring flesh. You slowed your stride to quiet your steps, and the monster came into view, hunched over a bloodied goat carcass. As your shoulders brushed some branches, his head quickly swiveled around, his ears perked and his chest rumbled a growl. He was much more impressive when he wasn't struggling in the dirt. His snarl was not that of pain, but pure aggression. Your mind wanted to run, but your body sat still, stayed put, as he slowly trod to where you sat. But, his red eyes lit up in familiarity when he noticed you. He let out a familiar series of grunts. Friendly. You took a deep breath and walked out of the bushes. He turned around toward the carcass again, but seemed to make room for you next to it. He... wanted to share. It was kind of an adorable gesture, but...
"S-sorry... I'm not hungry." You didn't have the same confidence around him now that he was healthy. "I was... actually looking for you." His ear flicked, he pulled his head away from the goat and faced you, letting out a huff. You had his attention. You sat down on a fallen log and began speaking with him. You thanked him for being honest with your deal. He bobbed his head. You asked him about his flesh arm. He shrugged. You asked him if it hurt. He shook his head. You asked him if his leg felt any better. The bear trap left a scar. But, he gave you a thumbs up. He walked without a limp. Resilient. You stayed quiet for a moment, both of you staring at each other. Then, you asked him his name. With his spiked arm, he pushed it into the dirt, and wrote in remarkably poor hand-writing, a barely legible "Kolossos." You repeated the name to him, to confirm. He nodded and huffed, pleased with you. He... could write. This opened up so many questions, but... daylight was coming, and you hadn't gotten any sleep. You said your farewells, and returned to the town.
+ - - - - - - -
Over and over you felt the call of the woods. You visited him again and again. You bought a sign-language book from the town's book store, and taught him some if it. He learned to sign some basic words, conversations had better flow, and before you knew it, you were spending more time in the forest then not. Losing so much sleep. Kolossos never seemed to be bothered by your presence. In fact, he seemed to appreciate it. The ability so socialize suggested he was a social animal, but the isolation made him lonely. You were already distant from your community due to the amount of time you spent tracking, even before Kolossos came to inhabit the forest, but now you seemed miles away. Soon, you were basically living in the woods. You had set up your tent, cooked over a campfire, bathed in the river and hunted for yourself. Kolossos even made sure you never went hungry, as he'd share some of his kills with you as well. You would often return the favor, though you knew he was well fed, he always seemed grateful. He started hanging around your camp, Greeting you in the morning.
You started hunting together. You saw how it seemed to be the only way he kept himself entertained, hence the over-hunting, but as you spent time together, he stopped killing unnecessarily. He kept coyotes and wolves away from you, growling if they approached your tent. After a scuffle with a cougar, he swiped at the door to your tent, you poked your head out and started dressing his wounds, cleaning them and then wrapping them up. Most physical contact was met with flinching and huffing. He clearly wasn't used to it. But, as time went on, he started to trust you more and more.
One day, while you were cleaning your clothes in the river, Kolossos took a dip in the water as well. After you were done, you beckoned him over and he came plodding toward you, standing above the spot at which you knelt on the shore.
"Here, sit down." You told him. Stubbornly, he did not. He didn't like to be bossed around very much. But, if you used the right tone... You made your voice low, but gentle. "Kolossos? Please." He hesitantly obliged. You took a brush out of the basket you brought your clothes in, soaked it in the water and reached it toward the beast's chest. With his normal arm, he grabbed your wrist to stop you, carefully observing the brush. He brought his head down to sniff it. While he was intelligent, he was cautious much like a nervous animal. After he had concluded the brush was safe, he released your wrist. You took the brush to his chest fur, combing out dried blood. Soap was one of the things you brought with you from the town, and you let him smell it. He tried to take a bite, but you had to tell him it wasn't food. You scrubbed it into his chest fur, working with your hands to release the area of blood stains. When you washed the suds away, he looked down in surprise at the cleanliness of his fur. You signaled him to turn around, and he obliged. You were grateful. As much as you appreciated his presence, you couldn't help but feel like Kolossos's stench was deeply unpleasant. You brushed and washed his back fur as well, and moved on to his quills last. They demanded much more TLC. You went through with your hands, picking out sticks and leafs, straightening out his crooked quills and then brushing them out. He seemed to struggle to groom himself with only one functional arm. When it came time to wash, he was very relaxed, a pleased rumble coming through his whole frame. He even laid his head back against your chest as you rubbed soap into his scalp. When you were done, he thanked you with a sign. You both walked off to a clearing deep in the woods. He'd lay in the grass to sunbathe himself dry, and you'd hang your wet clothes from the trees. You sat next to him after your chores were done, enjoying the warmth of the sun.
+ - - - - - - -
You'd both lay there for a long time. It was a beautiful day after all. You closed your eyes and let your mind wander... and then came the urges. Your solitary life style, even before Kolossos and living in the woods, demanded that most of your sexual urges be dealt with on your own. But, you had neglected to deal with them in your new home in the woods. You were simply so occupied setting up camp and gathering food, staying warm and drinking enough water, its only when you slow down do you notice how much you craved sexual release. As you tried to fight off the feeling, you felt a gentle brush of hard knuckles against the side of your ribs. You opened your eyes to se Kolossos, laying next to you with a peculiar expression. His ears were turned downward, but the rest of his face didn't express aggression. He didn't growl, instead he rumbled, familiar to the sound he made when you were washing his scalp. You knew Kolossos wasn't a mind-reader, so how he knew how you were feeling was beyond you. He could be able to read changes in blood pressure, body temperature, or breathing rhythm? You weren't sure. You thought for a moment. Both you and Kolossos were adults, but you had some sexual experience under your belt, but as far as you were aware, he had none. Is that why he was so sensitive to that? You wondered if he had even touched himself before. He huffed repetitively, putting a little bit more pressure on your side, moving his hand up and down as if to feel the bones beneath your skin.
"Kolossos..." You gently muttered. His ears flicked at attention. "Do you want to-" He flipped over on his stomach, got up, and straddled your lap as you laid in the grass. He was basically drooling over you and you hadn't even finished your sentence! You quickly pulled yourself out from underneath him and sat up with him, laughing. "E-easy there, big boy. Lets take it slow." You were a little nervous, mostly due to his size. He was huge, and you assumed his cock would be proportionate. You pulled your arms over his shoulders, pressing your head against his newly cleaned chest. His fur was so soft now, and his body warm with the sun. With his hand, he traced your spine under your shirt, letting out more pleased grumbles, though you could tell he was getting impatient. You opened your eyes and looked down, his cock slowly unsheathing itself from his body as it got harder. You sucked in a little air. It already looked pretty big. You brought your face up to his to kiss his cheek, and then his bottom lip. Since he didn't really close his mouth, it was difficult for him to return the kiss. Instead, as you were kissing his lip, he'd slip his long, thick tongue into your mouth. It pushed your own tongue around, and then slid against your teeth, and moved to the back of your mouth and nearly down your throat before you choked a little. As he removed it from your mouth, you gasped for air. A laugh rumbled from his chest. He was gripping you quite tight to his body now, and you could feel his erection pressed up against your shirt, warm precum leaking from it. His breathing was getting heavy and he let out a low whine. "Hold on..." You gently pulled away from him. He reluctantly let you go, whining again and louder, giving you a pleading expression. You undressed in front of him glancing down at his cock. You felt there was no way that was going to fit in you...
Once you were nude, you beckoned him toward you again. He happily obliged, keeping his mutated arm away from you as he pressed up against your body again, wrapping your frame in his non-mutated arm. He was so desperate... You pilled away again. He growled slightly, growing frustrated, but that subsided into excitement as you laid down, beckoning him again. Just like before, he straddled you. But, he lowered his head down to your body, dragging his tongue from your stomach to your chest, his breathing labored. His erection rubbed against your legs, letting his precum drip between them. You ran your fingers through his quills and rubbed his ears. You were aroused by the warmth and wetness of his tongue against your body, and hummed with pleasure. When you were feeling a little bit braver, you moved your legs out from under him and pulled them up to his waist, giving him greater access to your hole now. With his non-mutated arm, he - as gently as possible - hoisted your hips up a little bit to better align himself with the hole, pressing the head of his cock against it and then pushing in without much warning. It made you gasp, as your body tried to adjust to his size. The sound of your gasp made Kolossos pause, signing to ask if you were ok, and then moved his hand back down to your waist to continue holding you up. You put your hand on his and nodded. His grip strengthened as the slowly pushed the rest of his length in.
Kolossos began to rock his hips irregularly, then after a few minutes he was thrusting at a wobbly rhythm. It was the inexperience, but it hardly mattered since he was so large that pretty much every bit of free space in your hole was taken up by Kolossos's throbbing erection. The walls of your insides throbbed and your legs shook, and tears built up in your eyes from the pleasure of the sex and the pain of the stretch. You'd move your hips around to try and adjust to a more comfortable position. It took a little while for you to find the sweet spot, but once you did, you were moaning and whimpering as his thrusts got sloppier. He was grunting and grumbling and drooling, precum was dripping from your hole and you could feel his cock throbbing against your walls. You both were getting close.
"Mmmmmph... Eas... easy big guy... D-don't forget to breathe," you barely stammered out. He let his tongue hang out, drool dripping on your body and added to his cacophony of noises was now heavy and irregular panting. Heat bloomed in your abdomen and your hole tightened as his thrusting quickened. "Ha... ha... Cl-close..." His thrusting got even faster and you came quickly afterward. He followed a few moments later, his warm release filling your insides. He hovered over your form, panting heavily, and let his cock soften before pulling out. Beads of sweat trailed down both your bodies. Your chest heaved and your body still quivered, your legs were sore and your hole ached from his size. You could barely move. Kolossos moved from his place above you to beside you, wrapping his non-mutated arm around your body and tangled his legs with yours. You pushed yourself into his soft fur as you fell asleep.
[Another long one! I was actually planning for this one to be shorter, because I have an important exam tomorrow, but it just didn't turn out that way... sigh. Kolossos is one of my favorite fellas, hes so biiig and strooong. hehehe.]
