thinking about <3 wanting to scritch sonar's head soooo bad! his head just looks soft, you're not gonna lie. and maybe you bring it up in a way that screams 'haha, just kidding, unless…?' kind of way.
"sure, if you let me touch your boobs," he responds without a moment of hesitation. you think it might be the utter sleep deprivation and exhaustion this job is pushing you into that has you actually considering it.
"over my clothes?"
"yeah, whatever." there's a complete lack of enthusiasm in his voice. you're honestly a little offended.
"okay. deal." he whips his head around so fast at that, you're surprised he doesn't get whiplash. sonar takes a single step forward.
"you're… you're not joking? you're not going to, i don't know, sue me as soon as i do? or punch me?"
you laugh. "no, and i'm not going to handcuff you to a rack either. but i'll get to pet your head in return."
"fuck. yes."
you personally don't think getting your boobs groped is that big of a deal, all things considered. and it's pretty funny how excited he is, the tips of his ears as well as his snout twitching as you make your way down to the gym. there's no one there around lunch time, usually, and it'll give you a modicum of privacy. not that you're actually going to let him fuck you there or anything.
"a little easier on the boobs, please," you tell him with a lopsided grin when he's squeezing you a little too hard for your liking. "they're not stress balls."
he actually listens, but doesn't seem to be able to form a coherent response. sonar pulls away a little when you reach your hand out to his head.
"no touching to the front of the ears, thanks. don't like it."
that's completely fine by you, because most of his fur's located around the back of his head. you let out a little hum in the back of your throat as you sink your hand into-- what, his fur, his hair? you're deciding not to think on it too hard because it's very soft, exactly as you'd hoped. even as you suspect that sonar's trying to figure out where your nipples are beneath your bra, yeah, it's worth it.
you smile as you start scratching him behind his ear and, ever so slightly, he leans into your direction. you have two hands for a reason, so you move your other hand to his other ear, and he lets out a puff of breath through his nose. you only really start being able to tell how much he's enjoying it, when his grip on your chest starts to slacking enough for his hands to fall into your lap. the tip of his ears twitch and his neck relaxes enough for his head to bonk against the side of yours.
"oh, you like that?" you ask without even thinking.
you manage to dig your fingers in a little closer to where his head meets his ears and, in response, little squeaks rise up from the back of his throat. you think he's started drooling.
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notes: cannibalism mentions/fantasies, reader's into it LOL
fucking sonar in his bat form would also mean coming face-to-face with his more... violent tendencies. he doesn't hurt you, no, though the stretch of his massive cock nudging at your cervix is definitely a lot to deal with. but he's salivating over the scent of you, the sound of your blood thrumming just underneath your skin, the smell of your arousal and sweat. it forms strings in between his teeth when he opens his mouth and soaks the fur underneath his mouth.
victor's never quite admitted that he's actually eaten someone. but with him hovering over you like this, wings fanned out as if to protect you from the sight of invisible eyes, salivating like a dog, you do believe he would have. he's wheezing in and out with every breath. his large, powerful muscles bulge just underneath his flesh. it's physically impossible for his entire cock to fit inside of you.
you don't know why you ask it, then.
"how hard are you trying not to eat me right now?"
it's with the trembling, lopsided smile of a cornered animal biting off more than they can chew. your hands are tucked close to your body. your fingers are dug into the sheets but don't dare stray far from your body, lest they be caught up in the flurry of victor's claws tearing at the sheets.
you swear that his cock pulses inside of you. his next thrust is powerful enough to have his swollen knot graze your hole, his balls grazing your backside.
"you don't even fucking know," he practically snarls, a string of saliva snapping in between his fangs. droplets of hot spit spray onto your chest. you shiver at the sensation. "smell so good. could tear you apart-- wouldn't even leave a scrap if i did."
you know you're fuckd up in the head when that comment makes your insides clench. in response, victor lets out a high-pitched, chittering sound of amusement.
"f-freak." there's no bite behind the word. he's stuttering because he's about to cum, it's a telltale sign.
"so you'd take a... a little nibble if i asked you to?" you're not much better than him. so full and overstimulated that you can hardly string a sentence together. not a good time to play with fire.
victor shakes his head in hard, sharp motions. his tongue darts out to feel at the tips of his fangs and his ears twitch.
"can't do that, i want to do it so bad, but i, i know i wouldn't be able to stop. i said it already. wouldn't leave scraps. take the time to suck off all the flesh of your bones."
the fat head of his cock hit that special spot inside of you, then, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you're shoved off the edge into an overwhelming orgasm. it triggers victor's own, practically making him howl.
you're not very excited for the conversation though, more likely, the laughing fit you're going to be forced to listen to once he's settled down a bit.
i know full bat!sonar retains (most) of his intelligence but i do like the idea of him going completely feral for a bit sometimes...
you're just unwinding at home in your appartment when, in one moment to the next, something huge flies to the window, slams to the wall and crash-lands on the floor of your appartment. it screeches loud enough to rattle your eardrums, the bat creature's claws sharp and powerful enough to leave gouges in your floor.
you're absolutely petrified at the hulking, panting thing. but you'd been standing next to the fridge, and your first instinct is to reach inside, take out the meat for tomorrow's dinner (raw chicken) and toss it in its general direction... it pounces and the food's gone in seconds. it's movements grow a little less erratic. the creature tries to get up, flomps down again, and tries to stretch its neck to its side.
it's entirely dumb what you're doing, but your phone is on the couch, behind it, and the hallway leading to the door is besides it, so you don't have much of a choice to approach it. tiny shards of glass portrude from all over its side, visible even through its thick layer of fur, larges one sticking from the pouch of his stomach.
it only screeches when you tentatively, carefully, remove some glass from its side, then rolls further to give you more access. in only a little while, the majority of your fear has ebbed away and you've stopped shaking as you gently pry out the shards. and you can't resist the urge to pet it a little with your other hand... it just looked so soft and you'd been right. the wounds seem to close up quickly. the other damage it has, you think, it'd gotten before this.
by the end of this very strange and sudden encounter, you've placed a quick call and are now sitting besides its head on the ground. you found some more meat in your fridge that you figure is safe to eat, and scritch the side of its head a little. its crimson red eyes are half-shut.
"well, i hope you don't have rabies..." you mutter. if it does, you're definitely infected. its eyes snap open at that.
"that's pretty fucking rude. i've gotten all my shots." you pull away so fast you nearly topple over. the voice is raspy, guttural, and inhuman, but clearly comprehensible.
"what the fu-- you can speak?!" your heart's in your throat and you can feel heat rushing to your face.
"yeah. and i also graduated from harvard," he continues. "anyway, you got any interest in crypto?"
you've never felt so humiliated, such a desire to die and sink to the floor than at that very moment. not only have you been petting a giant bat that is actually completely sentient, he's also a fucking crypto bro. you want to go back to five minutes ago where he hadn't yet spoken.
Most people are hopeful that they can talk Sonar out of being interested in cryptocurrency, the reality is that you probably, unfortunately, cannot. He's too deep in the hole. If you don't want him to chatter your ear off about it, you're going to have to take some measures. Like, genuinely sit him down and tell him to shut up about it, or make a system where you set a timer for thirty minutes where he can ramble to you about it, and otherwise not.
Over time, you can perhaps genuinely listen and engage and convince him that there are way too many pump-and-dump schemes for it to be worth investing in most small coins or, god forbid, coins set up for 'the meme' or based on YouTubers or something. (Good luck trying to convince him not to start such a scheme himself after that.)
I also think it's funny if he's a bit obsessed with the hundreds of bitcoin for example that are sitting untouched in the wallets of people in jail, or of those who have simply forgotten their passkey. I think he'd bother Robert about it because he knows how to hack lol.
