Hi there! I just read your academic rivals and ahhhhh! It was amazing!!!
I wondered if I could be so brass! Any chance we could get hurt comfort, right person at the wrong time with sonar x fem reader, but when it’s finally right time? The one that got away due to his villain behaviour but he finally gets her back! I think you would write the tragic yearning super well, your sonar is insane! Bonus points for smut!
No pressure to do this either! Thankyou!
yesss yes yes yes, i love sonar but i know before Z-Team he was insufferable. this is also for that anon that mentioned ruining him in my inbox. i wanna top that bat like God intended!!!
!!18+ smut warning!! content includes: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, slight monster fucking, switch!sonar, switch!reader, blowjob, cunnilingus.
you’d known victor while you two attended harvard. he was smart, quippy, snarky, all the things that made you laugh and swoon. not a lot of people could overlook the bat face, so when you told him you loved him past it, he was whipped.
the issue is, victor never learned how to quit. he couldn’t accept when enough was enough and always thirsted for more. this greed is what lead him down the life of petty crime, he loved the idea of being rich and powerful, but he loved the idea of you attached to his hip more. don’t get him wrong, he never saw you as an object, he saw you as the person he could spend the rest of his life with.
but you didn’t see it that way.
victor changed when you two graduated. saw his harvard degree as less of a accomplishment and more of a selling point, constantly pointing it out to you despite you also graduating from the same place. he would lock himself in his room, constantly watching the four monitors he had set up for his stocks and crypto. snorting lines after lines of cocaine like it was his morning coffee. it was like you didn’t live with him anymore.
and him falling into crime was the last straw. he was practically begging you to stay, saying he could never imagine a life without you. it was… pathetic. so, you packed everything up, and moved away. this chapter of you and victors life was over. cold turkey.
at least that’s what you thought.
victor kept showing up to your work, to your home, to the bar you’d frequent when you decided to get back on the dating scene.
he was everywhere you were.
quit your job, moved houses, and go to a different bar downtown. you kept all of it hush hush, moving in secret and quitting with plenty of time to get that last paycheck, and go off grid.
you felt weird hiding from victor. he wasn’t dangerous, not like he’d kidnap you and keep you in his basement forever, he was just annoying.
so, new job! SDN had a great security package, amazing healthcare, and even dental! this seemed like the perfect job.
you were paired with robert robertson, a former hero who blonde blazer claimed to need help dispatching his group of former villains.
you fist bumped robert across the cubicle as you finally placed the headset on, signing in and getting ready for the first day of your new life!
“you hear that flambae? you got your ass kicked by ‘just a guy’”
oh, God must this this is real fucking cute.
that’s the only explanation for the fact that you and victor had somehow, someway ended up at the same job, on the same god damn team. this had to be some kinda sick joke that blonde blazer was pulling on you, maybe roberts in on it too.
you grit your teeth, staying so silent that your colleagues had assumed you had just dropped dead.
“team!” blazers voice calls out cheerily over the coms, your own name echoing through your headset as blazer introduces you, “this is robert’s assistant dispatcher! if you have any questions for her, please feel free to ask!” the call is so quiet you could hear someone fart if they did.
you hear your last name called out by victors… sonars, monotone voice. you flinch before unmuting yourself and clearing your throat, “that’s right.”
sonar didn’t speak once during your shift. not to make any stupid jokes, not to respond to your gentle encouragement when the team did well, didn’t even say anything when he signed off.
you pull the headset off, your hair being slightly messy. you sigh, leaning back in your seat and closing your eyes.
your relief is only temporary however. you feel a hand rest gently on your shoulder, and when you look up, you see sonar.
“can we… talk?” he watches as you sit up quickly, slightly jumpy at the sight of your ex boyfriend.
“uh, yeah! sure!” you spin around in your chair, hands rested neatly on your knees while sonar looks at you expectantly.
there’s a beat between you two before he sighs, “somewhere private?” you look around and see chase and robert peaking over their cubicle before darting away like they weren’t just eavesdropping.
you follow sonar to the janitors closet, apologizing to waterboy as he shuffles out with a stuttered apology.
the door closed behind you two with a soft click. it smells like bleach and the small hanging light does little to let you see his face. it was the first time you’d seen him fully since you two broke up.
he looked different. gentler, you could almost say.
“how’ve you been?” he kicks a cap that had no doubt been left off a bottle of cleaner and you watch as it rolls under a shelf, never to be seen again.
“did you pull me into a janitors closet to just ask how i’ve been?” you lean against the wall, staring at sonar. he sighs and pinches in between his eyes, like he would pinch the bridge of his nose.
“no! fuck… i just didn’t expect to see you here.” he admits, standing on the other side of the closet, hidden in the shadows.
you smile softly. nothing about this was funny, in fact it made you never want to come to work again and dig a hole to die in, but you could never help smiling around him.
“yeah, same.” you scoff, looking anywhere but into those white abyss of eyes that you once held so much love for, “villain reforming isn’t exactly the place you’d expect to see your ex boyfriend at.”
“i’m also in NA.” he tacks on, looking up at you from where you assumed his gaze on the floor was at.
he smiles, ever so faintly like he was happy you were seeing he was trying to turn his life around. “malevola is my sponsor. i missed last weeks meeting but im going again on friday.”
“i’m glad.” you couldn’t muster the courage to be happy for him. all you could wonder is when he’d fall back into his ways. the only person you could see him as is the person who failed you. “you’re doing well, victor.”
you reach for the handle of the closet, twisting it but pausing for just a moment.
“don’t fuck it up.” you add, looking away to purposefully not see his reaction. and you left.
victor had only seen your back recently. the image of you walking away is burned into his mind, walking away as he trashed the life he never thought would be ripped out from under him. a life with you.
he knew from the second he started dating you that he would marry you. it was all planned out in his head, a life with you and millions of dollars he’d not so cleanly obtain, and he’d give you the life you always wanted.
he never imagined a day where you would leave. the day where enough was enough and you’d finally leave behind the shit show his life had panned out to be.
he knew it was wrong to follow you, but he felt like this was the only way he’d get you back. make money, prove that he could support you, prove that he was better. but he only made it worse. only made it so you hid from him, and he had accepted when he joined SDN that he’d never see you again. but he hoped, god he hoped. prayed that you’d see him saving the city and rethink how you saw him.
you weren’t supposed to see him yet, he was still building his superhero persona. he was still cooking. he stood in the closet for a long time, until it was time for him to go back on the field and fight crime.
he tried his hardest, offering to pick up any mission and working on it until it was done. robert had never seen sonar so determined. it was like a switch flipped on in his head that told him what to do and why he was doing it.
the day wrapped up, everyone heading back to the office and getting ready to head home. robert was standing behind you as you put away all your items.
he places a hand on your shoulder, "FUCK! robert, can you learn to clear your throat or something?" you jump while he throws his hands up in defense, backing away like you were a rabid animal.
"my bad." he laughs while you stare daggers into his skull, "i was just wondering, do you have any hand in why sonar was pulling his weight and more today?"
a shiver goes down your spine.
"i've got no clue." you turn around, ignoring the nosy bitch behind you and hoping he would leave it be.
"oh, really? so you two going into the janitors closet has nothing to do with you?" he leans on the wall of your cubicle. god, does he know when to just let it go?
you choose to ignore him, shutting down your PC and letting the area flood into shadows.
"did he ask you to show him your tits? you can report that to HR-"
"no! fuck... we used to date, okay? is that what you wanted to hear?" you shove past robert, possibly more aggressive than you intended too. its not his fault, its not anyones fault.
you just so happened to have the worst luck in the history of the universe.
everyone just went back to work. you, sonar, even robert left it alone.
he worked quietly. he showed up on time, followed orders, didn’t talk back, didn’t try to be clever. every time your name came through the comms, he forced himself to breathe. forced himself not to picture the way your nose would scrunch when you laughed, or the sleepy way you’d lean against him after a long day.
he didn’t want to ruin this second chance.
you, on the other hand, tried to pretend like he wasn’t there. It wasn’t out of spite. it was out of self preservation. every time his voice came through your headset, calm and efficient, something old and dangerous fluttered in your chest. you wanted to believe he’d change. but you’d believed that before, too.
weeks passed. you fell into a rhythm. robert was nice, blonde blazer kept morale high, and victor...sonar...kept to himself.
a late dispatch. a messy one. the team had been ambushed during a sting, and comms went to hell in under thirty seconds. you could hear yelling, static, panic.
“sonar, what’s your position?” you asked, voice shaking.
“sonar!” you said again, louder this time, your heart climbing into your throat.
robert shot you a worried look from across the cubicle, already typing furiously to pull up live feeds.
then his voice, ragged, but alive, crackled through. “dispatch-” A sharp inhale. “i'm down. north alley.”
“sonar?” you tried, voice trembling. “victor, come in. are you okay?"
“vic, answer me!” you shouted, already ripping the headset off as you bolted from your desk. robert was calling after you, but you didn’t stop. you didn’t think. you just ran.
the streets blurred. sirens wailed somewhere distant. your lungs burned by the time you reached the alley, and when you saw him, you nearly forgot how to breathe.
he was slumped against a brick wall, one hand pressed weakly to his side. blood, dark and slick, soaked through his suit.
“victor,” you whispered, falling to your knees beside him.
his head lifted just enough for you to see the faintest, pained smile. “hey,” he rasped, “you came.”
“of course I came!” you snapped, hands trembling as you pressed your jacket to his wound. “god, you’re bleeding...why didn’t you wait for backup?!”
he only laughed, strained and airy, while he slumped back down the wall.
“victor… no, no! hey, stay with me. don’t leave me again.”
the night was a blur. an ambulance finally showed up to the scene to take him away, they said it was nothing fatal and he should be back to work in a week.
you couldn’t wait that long.
the hospital smelled like disinfectant and bad coffee, the kind that had been sitting on the burner too long, turned bitter and sticky. you sat in an uncomfortable chair, hands shaking as they rested on your bobbing leg. you couldn’t sit still, couldn’t ignore the pounding in your heart that told you maybe more of it belonged to victor than you thought.
the nurse at the desk finally called your name. “he’s stable. you can see him now.”
you didn’t realize how long you’d been holding your breath until it came out in a shaky rush.
the room they led you to was quiet, the only sound being the soft beep of the monitor beside his bed. victor looked small. not weak, not pitiful, just… human.
you hesitated in the doorway. part of you wanted to leave, to keep the distance you’d worked so hard to build. but you couldn’t. not when he looked like that.
he stirred before you even said anything, eyes fluttering open, unfocused for a second before landing on you. and then, that same smile. the one you learned to love all those years ago, the one you saw when you accepted his confession.
“hey,” he murmured. his voice was rough, like gravel.
“hey yourself,” you whispered, sitting down in the chair beside the bed. “you scared the hell out of me.”
he gave a low laugh that turned into a wince. “didn’t mean to. i swear i was being careful this time.”
“yeah, i can tell,” you said, gesturing to the bandages. but your tone wasn’t cruel. it was soft. weary.
there was a long pause where neither of you spoke. the kind of silence that didn’t demand to be filled.
he looked down at his hands. “i didn’t think you’d come.”
“you said you were down,” you said quietly. “what was i supposed to do? ignore it?”
his gaze flicked up to meet yours. those pale, strange eyes that always managed to see right through you. “you could have.”
you shook your head. “not anymore.”
he frowned slightly, like he didn’t understand.
you sighed, leaning back in the chair. “when i left, i told myself i wouldn’t look back. i thought i was doing the right thing. saving myself before you could drag me down with you. and maybe i was. but… it never really stopped hurting, you know?”
his fingers twitched against the blanket. “it hurt for me too.”
“i know,” you whispered. “i just didn’t think you cared”
he swallowed hard, eyes glassy. “i’m trying, you know. i’m actually trying this time. i just… want to be someone you wouldn’t be ashamed to look at.”
you smiled faintly, the kind that hurt more than it comforted. “you don’t have to earn that anymore, victor. i already see it.”
he blinked, like he wasn’t sure if he’d heard you right.
you reached out without thinking, fingers brushing over his, light as a ghost. “just don’t make me watch you fall apart again. i can’t do that twice.”
he turned his hand over slowly, palm up, letting your touch stay there. “then i won’t. not this time.”
six months since the hospital. since the long nights that blurred between late shifts and recovery visits. six months of seeing victor slowly grow into someone steadier. someone real.
and six months since you let him back in. not all at once. just… in small, careful doses. coffee after work. quiet dinners. laughter that didn’t sting anymore. until one day, he was just there again. toothbrush next to yours. jacket hanging on the same hook. like it had always been meant to be.
you open the door after a long day at SDN, the city’s buzz still faint in your ears. the apartment smells faintly like something warm. cinnamon? and you can hear soft music playing from the kitchen.
“victor?” you call out, kicking off your shoes.
he leans around the corner, towel slung over his shoulder, shirt rolled up to his elbows. “hey, you’re early.”
you blink at him. “you cooked?”
he grins. “trying to. you said you missed that bakery near harvard, so… i found a recipe online. don’t judge the outcome yet.”
on the counter sits a tray of uneven, slightly lopsided cinnamon rolls. they look nothing like the originals, but maybe that’s what makes them perfect.
you laugh, walking over and poking one gently. “you’re actually stupid.”
“stupidly sexy,” he corrects, stepping closer.
you roll your eyes, but the smile won’t leave your face. “i meant stupid as in you burn water, victor.”
he hums, low in his throat, and you feel his hand rest lightly on your hip. “hey, i graduated from harvard,”
you tilt your head up, pretending not to notice the way he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you instead of his dessert “so what’s this? bribing me with pastries?”
“more like celebrating,” he says. “six whole months. no slip ups, clean cut, baby.”
he nods, eyes warm. “figured i’d mark the occasion. also,” he gestures awkwardly to the table, where there’s a small box wrapped in gold paper. “it’s not a ring or anything, don’t freak out.”
you snort. “you’re terrible at gift giving intros.”
“shut the fuck up and open it,” he says, smiling.
inside is a simple keychain, a small, silver bat emblem, etched with your initials on the back.
“so you don’t lose your keys,” he says quietly. “or me.”
you look up, eyes soft. “you’re still slick as ever,” you say, sarcasm laced in your voice.
“you love that about me.”
“unfortunately,” you say, but this time, you don’t mean it.
he leans in then, close enough that his breath ghosts over your cheek. “you know,” he murmurs, “i could think of another way to celebrate.”
you raise an eyebrow. “is it as messy as your baking?”
“messier,” he admits, voice low, smile crooked.
you laugh again, that same unguarded sound he fell for years ago, and tug him closer by the collar of his pressed white shirt, “show me what you got, bat boy.”
pushing you against the counter in the kitchen, large hands resting on your waist while he begins an assault on your neck with his fangs. never breaking the skin but leaving little nips here and there.
your hands graze through his fur, pulling slightly and coercing loud groans from victor.
“fuck, i love when you do that.” he whispers, warm breath fanning across your skin sending goose bumps up your arms.
“i know.” you hum, raking your hands up and down his arms, subtly enjoying the feeling of his strong muscles under the dress shirt.
he picks you up effortlessly, knocking into everything possible as he clumsily makes his way towards his bedroom, still nipping at your neck gently, “brace yourself.”
he tosses you down on the bed, smiling as you giggle from the sudden fall. it’s been so long since you and victor had gotten sexual. you know deep down in your heart, this isn’t going to be slow and sensual.
this is gonna be rough. and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
his hands grab your calfs, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. he drapes your legs over his shoulder, caressing your thigh over your pants.
“you ready?” his fuzzy cheeks leans against your thigh and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a prettier sight. victor looks amazing between your legs. you nod, propping yourself up on your elbows as you look down at him.
he stands up slightly, large hands fumbling with the waist of your pants and pulling them down like he couldn’t get to his prize faster. you could swear you hear a soft purr at the sight of the black panties you were wearing, but victor would deny it to the ends of the earth.
“wait, vic. how are you… i mean.. fangs and all.” you look down at the exposed lower half of your body, silently terrified that he was gonna accidentally turn your pussy into minced meat.
he pauses for a moment, looking down at his hands that are grazing the edge of your panties in thought before his eyes light up like a christmas tree.
he smiles at you, something dark and devious as he pulls down, exposing your core to the cool air of his bedroom.
“you’re smart, that’s why i started dating you.” his head lowers down, fur tickling the inside of your thighs gently.
“but not smart enough.” his tongue rolls out of his mouth, licking a long stripe up through your folds and rolling across your clit deliciously. fuck, how long was his tongue? his fangs weren’t even close to your cunt, but his tongue could reach it easily. why have you never noticed this?
“fuu..fuck, vic-” you grab onto the base of his ears, subconsciously shoving him closer and grabbing a deep groan from victor. you can’t see exactly if he was looking up at you, but it was sexier to imagine he was.
his tongue moves in circles across your clit before moving down and slowly pushing into your entrance, mostly examining to see just how much you could take. his thumb rolled gently across your clit, the rest of his hand spreading across the lower half of your stomach.
you let out a soft whiny moan, head thrashing back on the pillows as you feel the intrusion of his tongue. it rubs against your walls, seemingly searching for something before it rubs against that soft spongy part that made you practically scream.
“haah… you’ve been hiding this from me you, fuuck.. you rat bastard..” you smile down at victor, watching as he shrugs slightly and makes a noise that you could only assume was a chuckle.
fuck, you couldn’t get enough. his hands were gripping greedily on your thighs, sure to leave some sort of mark there when you woke up in the morning. his tongue was thrusting in and out, dripping saliva onto the sheets and making a wet squelching noise as it did so.
he pulls away, much to your annoyance, wiping the bottom of his snout as you see the fur glistening with a mix of his spit and your arousal.
“wanna top?” you practically jump on him at that question, flipping him around so he was laying where you were a moment ago. his chest was heaving as you pinned him, soft thighs squishing his.
“god, you are so fuckin hot.” he watches while you pull your shirt of your frame, bra caging away the two things he almost missed the most when you left. he sits up slightly, pulling your bra off with a carnal desire, not even trying to unclasp it, and watching as your breasts spill out, bouncing slightly. you swear you saw him fist bump.
“fuck yeah, baby, that’s what i’m talking about!” his hands grasp your tits immediately, rolling them in his palms somewhat aggressively. his fangs hover against your nipples, almost biting down.
you could feel his dick pressing up against your pussy, leaving a dark wet mark on his dress pants that he was absolutely gonna complain about later.
he follows your gaze, lifting you off him quickly to shimmy out of his pants and boxers. smiling when his cock finally comes free from its constraints.
victor wasn’t packing intense heat or anything like that, but it was enough to make you giggle in anticipation.
victor watches excitedly as you finally align his flushed red tip with your entrance. he is harnessing all his restraint to not bust at the feeling of your slick coating his cock as you sink down gently. you groan, back arching at the size of victor while he throws an arm over his face, heaving into the crook of his elbow.
god, it’s been too long since he got his dick wet, he’s moaning like a virgin.
you feel his hands as they caress across your hips, shivering as they move up your waist and settle right under your tits, rolling his thumb over your exposed nipples. he had a dopey smile plastered across his face as you bounced up and down softly, still adjusting to his size.
he loved it when you topped, the image of you looking down at him through your lashes, hands resting on top of his hairy chest, and breasts bouncing while you did. it sent him to another dimension. one where there wasn’t a worry in the world and the only thing he had to focus on was the beautiful girl that had agreed to bounce on his cock like a slut.
your right hand moved from it’s position on his chest, cupping his cheek and moving up towards the bottom of his pointy ears. you slowly massaged the inside with your thumb, twirling the fur against the rest of your fingers as you did so.
you don’t think you’ve ever heard victor whimper, but now, as all the sensory input becomes to much for him, he lets out the softest little whine that only makes you clench your walls harder against his cock, fully pulling out a panicked whimper from him.
“fuck, fuck, fuuuck…” he gasps, thrusting his hips up to meet the wet plap! as your cunt grazed across the hair growing near the base of his member.
his eyes are screwed shut, head thrown back on the pillows like he was wrecked. his nails were digging into your skin, leaving little crescent shaped marks against your hips and you could feel his hands pushing and pulling you up and down his length, groaning while doing so.
a particularly harsh roll of your hips had him sitting up fully, wrapping his arms around your waist and thrusting up wildly. he looks up at you, mouth hung open and breath grazing hot across your neck as you pet through his fur.
“aww.. you look so pretty down there..” breath whispy and dark against his ears. he can’t pull his eyes off you, your hair falling against your face, strands sticking to the sweat against your forehead.
“don’t say that, oh my god, or else i’ll burst.” he half mumbles, half laughs. oh, this is too good to be true. he pushes your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear before his face drops into the valley between your breasts.
the room is hot, heavy, and the sound of moaning, the bed creaking, your soft whines and occasional harsh cursing is getting to victor.
oh shit, he knows what’s coming.
“babe, you gotta.. fuck me.. you gotta get off.” before you could hear his warning, you feel fur growing under your palm, the distant sound of transformation ringing through your ears and a deliciously painful stretch as victors cock grew twice the size inside of you.
“oh, fuck!” you gasp out, half a moan and half a surprised noise as your walls suddenly expand to fit in the now 9 inch cock that was kissing your cervix.
you look down, seeing the familiar view of your boyfriends transformed bat form, red eyes staring up at you in shock and wings exploding from behind him, spanning across the bed. his hands growing long, incredibly sharp finger nails that drew a bit of blood from where they gripped against your waist.
you both pause for a moment, looking at each other. victor is trying to gauge if he just hurt you, obviously aside from the nails but also from the sudden introduction of a larger dick into your pussy.
you, on the other hand, are coming to terms with this being the hottest thing victor has ever done while fucking you. you’re not exactly sure what this says about you, but you hardly have time to think before you roll your hips again, gasping out and slamming a fist against victors chest.
his wings flutter, hands becoming more careful of the nails and eyes rolling back. this may be a new stretch for you, but its also another world of clenching for him. your walls are squeezing against him harder than he had ever felt before, pulling chirps and moans from victor.
“jeeesus… fuck yeah, baby. you like that? was scared you got hurt.” victors voice was distorted and deep, caressing a shiver down your spine. you nod furiously, hands pulling against the fur on his chest.
before either of you could go to hard, possibly hurting the other person, a light flashes behind your eyelids, the coil in your stomach that had been twisted to its very end finally snapped, allowing a wave of pleasure to fall over you.
“baby, ‘m cumming..” you hum, bouncing up and down, up and down against his cock.
you wanted to collapse, wanted to fall against his chest and let sleep pull you under.
but you had a better idea.
after the pleasure had faded slightly, a burn now settling in your thighs, you smiled deviously. you pulled yourself off his cock with a wet pop, hands caressing down his chest, across the expanse of fur on his thigh, watching as the large bat form had disappeared just as soon as it showed up.
he peaked down, watching as your hand caressed to top of his tip, pulling down with a soft shlick. you can’t help but smile as he sits up, watching you pull the rest of his sensitive cock into your mouth.
he came quick after that, making a mental note that his dick becomes 10x more sensitive after he transforms. he has to practically pull your mouth off of him after he cums, salty and wet against your tongue. he wants to bust all over again as you open your mouth for him to show you swallowed.
“you don’t have to do that, you know.” he smiles, lopsided and dopey while you cuddle up against his chest, tracing some sort of pattern with your nail across his skin.
“you mentioned once when you were off like three bumps that you liked it, so i’ll do it if it gets you wet,” he smacks his hand across his face, dragging down and groaning while you giggle and pepper his fuzzy face with kisses.
he hums, low and guttural like a purr when you finally settle down again, falling into a comfortable space of sleep.
he can’t explain to you how happy he is that your back. never was good with words either way.
but he will fuck you with his bat form as many times to prove he will stay, if that’s what you want.
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