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
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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Same from before, but I wasn’t sure how open you were to writing platonic headcannons. Do you think maybe you could do that ( platonic headcannons ) with Faker/EXE as much as you can think of, I think that might be fine all the same. Still tagging like this for clarity in knowledge with that I sent something before ( I don’t want to @ my blog (Tumblr considers it a side blog). I think people would be weird about that regardless )
You mentioned AUs, so I give you a bit more freedom to get creative with it too. As long as it’s just platonic ( degree of platonic can change too, from just becoming friends to actually pretty close/feeling more safe ). I don’t care really. Especially since this is a bit long and maybe an odd ask aside from choice I want to give more back that I can right now if you do take it on
Last thing too thinking more mundane/nice things? Or if you want to do that anyway/it helps maybe separate the mundane/nicer ( first ) and anything to do with killing and stuff ( later ) somehow
If this comes off upset I don’t mean it I just text dryer I guess. Thanks if you take this ahead of time because I probably won’t comment for the reasons given in the first but I will appreciate it and leave a like for sure. Will reblog sometime if I ever feel more confident about it. Think the other platonic headcannons were pretty interesting too while I’m here
Faker is destructive, violent, and overall angry at the world, so it would take someone special to see through that and break down those walls.
He would be stubborn about it, completely convinced that companionship was a weakness that he did not need, but should you be persistent, Faker would begin to tolerate you.
Should you continue to pursue friendship with him with equal tenacity as he resisted it, eventually he'd come around.
Of course, you knew that if he really hated you, you would be naught but a stain on the ground. It is very much a "If you didn't want to be my friend you should have killed me when you had the chance," sort of situation.
He likes to be near you. He's a quality-time type of guy.
If you are mortal or otherwise not on par with his power level, expect some protective behavior.
While he's not very talkative - no one really understands voidspeak - he will talk to you. If you don't understand him, he doesn't care. So long as you seem to care about what he's saying.
Listen to him long enough and you'll begin to parse the meaning of some words. If you begin to understand him more, he'll get pretty excited. His usually grouchy expression will soften and he'll seem much more engaged in the conversation.
He's never had someone who truly cares about him before, so he may be confused by some affectionate behaviors, while completely rejecting others. Which means, absolutely no touchy. He'll even growl at you about it, the skin on his mouth melting away partially to expose his teeth.
He understands you seeking his company the most. He does the same, after all.
Though he does not let you touch him, he does let you stand physically closer to him than he would let others.
You are spared from his violent impulses. Faker is violent because he is angry, not because he is a sadist. You sit outside his large blanket of things he is angry at, so he will not be violent with you.
If you make him laugh, count that as your bench mark into "close friend" territory. You make him happy. He never feels happy.
No reason, really. I like alliteration, though, and adding a w on to rotten doesn't change the pronunciation too much. If anything, it makes it sound more dramatic!
May I request some platonic + romantic HCs for Fleetway and 2017X plez :"]
Thank you much!
2017X x Reader & Fleetway x Reader platonic & romantic headcanons
Platonic -
2017X:
While 2017x does have "friends," he doesn't have friends. Not like you. While others are too disturbed by his behavior - or went against his delusions too much to make him comfortable in getting close - you stuck around.
You'd have to appeal a bit to the belief that he is sonic, but you would be spared from his occasional bouts of violence.
Your closeness with him would result in you seeing quite a different version of X than the one initially presented you with. X, the sonic-imitator, was much more energetic and prideful then X, your friend.
With you, he's awkward, quieter, more sensitive, and a little insecure.
He is incredibly guarded, both mentally and physically. Despite his belief that he is sonic, he wants others to believe so, too, so subconsciously he feels that he must prove it somehow.
He lets his guard down a little near you, but just as you start to see X's true self shine behind the cracks in the facade, he snaps back into his regular behavior, not acknowledging that it had happened in the first place.
Verbally affectionate almost exclusively. He might put a hand on your shoulder every now and then, but if you try to do the same thing or even something so simple as a pat on the back, you'll have him flinching as if you could possibly do anything to hurt him. He'd try and brush it off, but he'd always have a wild, almost panicked look in his eyes afterwards.
Might complain about the vessels to you. He's a bit of a gossip.
Fleetway:
It would be hard to match Fleetway's energy, but challenging things do not come without their rewards.
Once secured as a genuine friend, Fleetway is your ride-or-die. A bastard still, but a ride-or-die nonetheless.
He still has a fragile ego with you, so you can't really hit too close to home, but back and forth banter is Fleetway's method of showing appreciation for you.
He will annoy you for fun.
He hates it when people struggle to stand up for themselves, so if you're in conflict with someone but having confidence issues, He'll be the simultaneous hype man and devil on your shoulder. He boots you up while he encourages violence.
Will become a little protective of you. Fleetway may fight or intimidate someone giving you issues. But in secret. He doesn't actually want to know that he'd fight on your behalf.
Not a physically affectionate friend. He'll dodge you if you try. Or punch you in the shoulder.
Romantic -
2017x:
You're never getting rid of him.
He acts much more like his true self around you, with an extra layer of vulnerability, and less likely to self-correct back into his usual behavior.
More ok with physical touch. At the beginning of your relationship, he may be pretty stiff and awkward about it, but as time goes on he'll actually begin to seek it out and melt into it. You're just so much warmer than he is. You feel nice to hug.
Jealous, and a bit possessive.
May isolate you as a result.
Most affectionate when you two are alone. He doesn't enjoy PDA very much.
His abandonment issues really kick in during your relationship, he's horrified that you'll leave him.
In more quiet moments, when you two are alone, please tell him how much you love him. It validates him in your relationship so much and makes him feel really good.
He can be a total sweetheart when he wants to, despite his issues.
He wants you to stay so much, so he knows he has to treat you right! He loves to give gifts, and is incredibly attentive to you.
He hangs on to your every word, so if you mention you like something he'll likely remember.
Fleetway:
Possessive and protective on another level.
If you value the state of the world after you leave it, pray that you outlive Fleetway's violent impulses. While he isn't dependent on you, if you die in a manner that he feels he could have done something to prevent, he will destroy everything.
Tries to make an effort to be romantic, but isn't really good at it due to his chaotic nature.
May freak out a bit when you're hurt or sick. He's not really good with all that really fragile stuff but he'll try his best to take care of you.
He's a little hands-y. He likes to rest his arm around your shoulders, or have a hand on your waist or hip, or the small of your back. He's not shy letting other's know you're his, either.
While he can be quite energetic the majority of the time, winding down is a little easier now because of you.
Fleetway loves to lay on top of you with his chin resting on your chest while you pet the top of his head or run your fingers through his quills, crackling with painless static.
Will openly fight anyone for you. But if you don't like that, he'll... secretly fight anyone for you.
hihi!! i've been absolutely DEVOURING your fics...! your writing is just so captivating! I just loveeed your long 2011x fic, and was wondering if I could request an established relationship fic with x where the reader and him have sex on his throne? with x topping? pls pls? tyty!! >-<
You sat down on X's throne, smirking at him mischievously as he slowly walked toward you with an equally tricky looking grin.
"Mmm, you look good up there..." X drawled lowly, creeping right up to the throne and putting a hand on each of its arms, leaning over you. His short tail wagged, then paused, then wagged again delighted but impatient.
He was always impatient, especially when you gave him that look. X got so good at reading your body language that he could tell exactly when you were in the mood, and there was no way he could deny a chance of seeing your body, undressed and spread for him. He never got bored of it, no matter how many times he's seen it, X was absolutely obsessed. And here you were fully clothed, just the thought of you naked had him drooling over you, his eyes intensely hungry.
It made you laugh, how excited you got him. You tried to stand up, just to play with him a bit, maybe lead him into your shared bedroom, but, X's large hands gripped firmly to your shoulders and held your back to the backboard of his throne.
"Nonono, you're not going anywhere. You know you can't just tease me like this and expect me not to get all worked up..." X's gaze flickered around your form, his fingers flexing on your shoulders, his claws nearly biting into your skin. "In fact, you look so nice up here that maybe we should stay."
His hand slipped between your thighs was all you needed to be encouraged to spread your legs for him. As X sat in the throne with you, he hiked your legs on top of his and began grinding his hips into yours, The pressure and friction alone had your head spinning, drawing a pleased sigh from your lips as you rocked your head back.
"Ugh, you make me stupid," X growled, grinding into your clothed crotch again, harder and hungrier this time, his teeth clenched and his eyes intensely focused on your face. His hands were on your sides, gripping into your flesh, trying his hardest not to pierce you with his claws.
Heat crawled up your neck, and you let out a shuttering gasp as X ground into you for the third time. You laid a hand on one the fists that clung onto you, and with the other laced into his quills, you pulled his head to your chest, feeling his hot breath warm your body as he dragged his head up to fight your pull. X's sharp teeth pressed against your neck, threatening to sink into one of the most sensitive parts of you with one swift gnash of his jaws. You almost wanted it, too. You shuttered hard, whimpering directly into his ear. You felt his lips on your neck curl up into a grin.
X had pay back for your teasing tenfold now, but he wanted more. You could tell by the way his painful erection was pushing into your leg, X basically snarling each time he pressed his crotch into you. You were absolutely dizzied with lust, basically drooling as your partner ground into you, and you re-positioned your legs so you could pull your pants down, and your underwear with it.
After you had basically kicked them to the side of the throne, X moved his hands to position them right on the back of your knees, where he'd push them up to your chest. You weren't even sitting on the throne now, X held you up against the headboard of the throne in a breeding press with his knee on the seat and a foot on the ground. He pushed his cock into you the moment he got a chance, wasting no time getting you to his hilt. He let out a low, long grumble the moment he was completely buried in you. He relaxed for a moment before he strengthened his hold on you and began thrusting. X wasn't being particularly gentle. He went fast, basically bullying you with his dick, and all tension built from him dry humping you came off in tremors. X just loved the way your legs flexed and trembled under the grip of his hands.
With each thrust, a bulging vein brushed against your sensitive spot, your lover's member occasional throbbing - along with your wall's own - pressing the vein harder against the spot. You moaned and whimpered uselessly as he fucked you. You and X had gotten so close from dry-humping alone that you both knew that you weren't lasting long, especially as you could feel X's warm precum drip out from your hole. Each thrust was now extenuated with the obscene sound of a squelch, along with your own lewd noises. Your lover basically panted as he used you, all focus and intensity in his expression lost as he got caught up in the way your heat clenched onto him. You came first, your legs almost kicking into X, crying out as he pounded you into your high. It wasn't long after that he came, too. His hot release spilled into you, filling you up and then some, dripping down his cock as excess escaped your entrance.
You basically went limp the moment he stopped thrusting. X carefully moved his arms to hold your tired form before sitting down with you on his lap, all the while cock warming inside of you. You felt content to sit there, draped upon your lover, face buried into his shoulder as your useless legs sat straddled beside his lap. His hands rested at the small of your back and the back of your neck, breathing heavy as he'd plant a few kisses on your head.
"Yeah, right here..." He whispered, "I want you just like this."
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Ok, I've got an interest check for you, wrottlings. I've been thinking about writing AU versions of characters and settings, for an example, like an urban AU, where reader and the chosen character(s) are living in the same city and meet in some kinda way. I would love to play with the non-reader character's roles a little bit, which may require a little tweaking when it comes to how I write their character (like in more grounded settings, I may represent their power as social influence or literal physical strength). I would love to hear your guys' thoughts on this!
May I request Majin, Kolossos, Rewrite, 2011X, and Kyofuku with an S/O who likes to tease them. S/O will run up to them and hold their face in their hands, drop a cheesy one-liner like "You light up my world 😘" and run away. Or S/O will say "Can I get a kiss?" but dodge their attempts (Key word: "Can")
You and Majin were made for each other. He can be a bit of a tease as well, which can create one hell of a back and forth until one of you taps out. You both are cornballs through and through, and he'll giggle as you tell him that his smile lights up the room, or that his voice is music to your ears, and chuckle even more as you scurry away from him with a grin on your face.
Kolossos:
Kolossos, unaware of how cheesy your compliments actually are, would be absolutely SPUN. As you'd run away, he'd sluggishly trail behind, entranced, seeking your company again as if he couldn't stand being away from you for even a second. When you'd try to dodge his kisses, (or in his case, a lick on your face. He can't move his lips! He's yucky <3) he'll follow you and whine and beg until you let him.
Rewrite:
At first, he'd blush and play coy and laugh and play along, but sometimes Rewrite can be a little impatient. He can be a little clingy and doesn't want you to forget that the world you share with him is a part of him, so if you catch him at the wrong time and do your little teasing, loving hit-and-runs, he may block you from fleeing and smother you with affection so long as you don't protest.
2011x:
You fluster him to no end. X absolutely HATES that what you're doing works on him. Despite his immaturity, he can actually does know a thing or two about proper courtship and what you're doing is NOT IT. He'll try to protest, call you weird and cheesy and lame, but if you stopped he would actually be pretty bummed out. Quietly, X finds your teasing a killer of boredom.
Kyofuku:
He loves these little games you play. He finds them endlessly entertaining, and may even do the same things to get your attention. Truth is, he loves any kind of affection, regardless of how corny it is, and may find the withholding of that affection a little frustrating, even if you're just doing it to tease. So, when you walk up to him, and ask him if he can get a kiss, he would hold you close and tight and kiss you right on the cheek, chiming "Yes, I can!" Before discordantly giggling and running away instead.
Can I request a nsfw fic with Majin and GN!S/O? The scenario being that one of them finds out the other is very ticklish (you can choose whether it is S/O or Majin that is ticklish) and they just playfight/wrestle with each other; hijinks ensue! Just something sweet and a lil smutty :]
The trickster demon giggled as you basically fell into his arms, which wrapped around your form with great tenderness. Majin loves holding you. As much as he likes moving around, nothing is like feeling your weight on him and enjoying the warmth of your body on his. As he gently trailed his fingers up your sides, you started giggling, too. Majin tilted his head, smiling wider. He loved hearing you laugh, but he hadn't even said anything! He wrapped his arms around you again, with no such reaction, and then lightly placed his fingers at your sides.
You squirmed to fight Majin's attack. "S-stop!! I'm ticklish!" you said, fighting through laughter.
But alas, this only encouraged him more. His omnipresent smile stretched wider as he tickled your sides, even as you tried to crawl away, he pounced on top of you and continued until you were nearly lightheaded from laughter. Majin was laughing, too, now, having fun with this harmless torment. he stopped his torture to allow you a second to breathe, which took a moment because you were still laughing, and he watched, straddled over you, looking at your wide smile and tears in your eyes and your heaving chest... He found you so precious. Much to his surprise, when you had caught your breath, you slid out from under him and tackled him. Of course, he knew your weakness now, so he went right for your sides, fighting through attempts of smacking his hands away. Of course, the whole ordeal had you weakened by default, giggling at the ridiculousness of the situation, so you fell again to your partner's attacks. Alas, Majin found your laugh so infectious, that soon his limbs, too, became as useless as yours. You two laid next to each other, snorting and giggling like fools until Majin rolled over and straddled your lap again, this time, putting his hands beside your head and kissing you. When your lips met his, you absolutely melted into each other. Your partner basically drooled into your mouth, his hands trailing from beside you, now to your head.
It's something that you noticed about Majin, the way he'd seek one euphoria to the next, hardly content to relax for more than a minute. Of course, he's learned to slow down a bit more from you, but from time to time, you'd be swept up in his whirlwind of momentum. That being said, before you knew it, you both were nude with Majin on top of you, kissing your collarbone with his hands at your hips. Your hands trailed through his quills, your legs intertwining with one-another. Your partner hummed, clearly pleased with the contact but looking to take it up a notch, made apparent to you by the feeling of his erect penis pressing on you. Caught up in a wave of his desire - pushed along no doubt by your own - you detangled your legs from his and spread them, giving Majin access to your hole. The trickster demon took the invitation in stride and hiked your legs up atop his shoulders and aligned his cock with your entrance. He held you by your hips and pressed his head against your hole, making you whine and whimper impatiently for him to enter you.
Majin hummed and you sighed as he pressed into your body, the walls of your hole comfortably warm on his cock. He began rutting into your heat, breathing shakily over you as you wrapped your legs around his hips to get him deeper inside you. Often, he started slow, but this time, he had picked up the pace, seeking a quicker high this time. You could feel his cock twitch against your throbbing walls, both of you already quite close. It didn't take long for Majin's slick warmth to line your insides, precum only making it easier for him to thrust into you faster. He was whimpering and panting, completely lost in the feeling of you, his smile, wobbly as if he was intoxicated by the feeling of your body wrapped around his, your hole now clenching down onto his cock. He knew right where to fuck you, the head of his cock brushing your sweet spot every time he'd thrust in, leaving your legs trembling. As heat built in your stomach, Majin would thrust faster, letting out broken little gasps as if he was the one getting fucked and not the other way around, clearly previously desperate for your body. Not long after, you both came, your hole getting filled up by Majin's release, and leaving both you bodies trembling with tiredness and euphoria. Majin pulled out of you and admired his hard work, pleased with how exhausted he had made you both. He smiled warmly at you as your eyes fluttered open after riding out your own high, and laid beside you, holding your form against his as you both gave into your minds' call for sleep.
I have 13 asks in my ask box! Holy moly! I'll get to them eventually, I know a few have been sitting there for a while, I just wanted to take a breather after my whirlwind of writing I did last week+weekend
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May I request Majin, Faker, All Father, 2011x, Kolossos, and Fleetway with an S/O who like to collect their loose quills? S/O usually puts it in a little shrine they have of their partner, will use it to make accessories, or use it as a tool for drawing finer details.
I just like to think that when they have a quill that is about to fall off of them, S/O is not too far away and just staring 👀.
[ Thanks for the request! No, I don't have a character limit, I really like to run with ideas I enjoy, so I feel no need to set a cap on something I want to create. Some things may get a part 2 if I've sat writing it for so long without posting anything else, but other then that, I write until I run out of ideas relevant to the request. However, I don't like setting minimum character requirements because I do this for fun, it's not a school assignment :P This is a cute idea, hope you enjoy, friend! ]
Majin's quills are so bright and vibrant blue, it's hard not to find them pretty. Close up, they are incredibly glossy, almost artificial looking, and when you ran your hands through them they felt like smooth glass rods. They were also incredibly pointy - in great contrast to his smooth, velvet-like fur - you had to be careful when you hugged Majin because they were so sharp. He doesn't shed them often, because he isn't really all that close to a hedgehog, so each one feels like its own little treasure. He'd giggle to himself as you'd lean down to grab a discarded quill. What could you possibly need that for? He'd be very amused by your ingenuity if he saw you using it as a tool, but if he saw you wearing it on your person as a piece of jewelry, or pinned up in your hair or fur or clothes, he would find it incredibly touching. What was once apart of him, is now apart of you! You hold him so close... It makes him happy.
Majin, however, would struggle to understand the shrine. Do you worship him? Should he have a shrine of you, too? Is this a normal romantic ritual? He doesn't know.
Faker:
Faker's quills are a bit shorter than average, black at the tips, and rather flexible. They are also quite sharp, but their tendency to bend makes them less dangerous. They behave a little bit like hair, except way less likely to get tangled because of their thickness. When he's in his beast form, they become much more firm and even a little crumpled looking. Faker is curious the moment he sees you pick up one of his quills. He may stare for a moment with a cocked eyebrow, but would brush it off. Maybe you’re just trying to prevent an injury if someone were to step on it. The quills are a bit too flexible to be used for painting or drawing, but are suitable as knitting needles because they’re more firm at the sharp tip. Faker will watch intently, unaware of the use cases of a discarded quill. If he saw you using it as an accessory, he would find it similarly curious. Now every time he discards a quill, he would stick it in your hair or fur or clothes. Should faker discover the shrine, he’d be very amused. The idea that you’d find him so precious makes him laugh, though not in ridicule. It re-affirms your loyalty as a partner. He finds it validating.
All-Father:
All-Father's quills are almost impossibly brightly colored. When in the slightest light, they're nearly painful to look at, and in the dark, they blend in with the shadows. The longest quills zig-zag at sharp angles and each one is absolutely indestructible. He smiles at you as you pick them up. You cling to pieces of him as if he is impermanent - like there would ever be a time where he isn't around. Of course, All-Father's idea of love is quite different from yours. To him, your love is devotion, your shrine is that of worship, your accessories made from his quills are symbols of faith and the collection of his quills is ritualistic. Not that he wouldn't value it, you are perhaps his most loyal follower! Because of this, he graces you with his presence often, content to let you collect his quills for whatever use you deem them worthy of.
2011x:
X’s quills are very long, vibrant and sturdy. They're rough enough to have ink cling to the surface, so, suitable as a pen. He probably wouldn't notice your collection for a very long time, and only realize after he finds you using them. He'd smile, maybe laugh a little, wondering if this was an attempt at harnessing some of his power as if any latent energy clung to the discarded quills. But, should you inform them that you just find them special and pretty, he'd pause for a moment. Of course, he knew you loved him, but the idea that you would hold onto every piece of him had him taken aback. It would make him feel incredibly validated in your relationship. You loved him. Not just his strength or his powers, him. Of course, he wouldn't say it out loud, but you'd notice him getting a little emotional about it from time to time.
Kolossos:
Kolossos's quills are dark and desaturated. He shed them often, and over time they would become more and more brittle until they crumble away. His disfigured arm leaves him with the inability to properly groom himself, so throughout the years, they grew dull. He didn't need them much, anyway. His size and strength was enough to defend him from attackers. Which, is why he felt confused as he watched you gather them from the ground. He clearly didn't need them any more, what use of them would you have? When your relationship with Kolossos grew, and he allowed you to groom his quills, you noticed the difference quickly. They lasted longer, stayed sharp, and didn't fall out as much. The quills were - however - hollow on the inside. When Kolossos noticed you using them to adorn on yourself, he'd be very pleased. May those pieces of him give you strength! (Though, with how protective he can be, you might not need it.)
Fleetway:
Fleetway's quills crackled with energy even after hours of being detached from the source. They'd emit a golden light constantly, as well as a gentle warmth, making them suitable for some really unique jewellery. Fleetway, with his rightful status as a brat, would totally laugh at you and call you weird for the shrine. But, he'd be a little miffed if you took it down. Wearing his quills as accessories would make him swell with pride. He prefers this over any piece of precious metal on you. First of all, his quills are waayyy rarer, and it's not like gold glows or anything, so this is clearly better. Second of all, their gentle luminosity makes you easy to find, even as he's zipping around as fast as can be. Fleetway tends to lose a few quills in battle or travel, and should he have the patience, he may go back and pick them up for you. He just likes to see you all prettied up in his colors.
Faker would be so disappointed in himself for falling in love with someone. Where he feels that his hatred and anger gives him fuel, love feels like it's a weakness. It gives him something to lose. ESPECIALLY if you're mortal.
So, when he first finds out what he's feeling, he'll try to push you away. Issue is, he hates seeing you upset, so there's going to be a bit of a pull, too.
He has abandonment issues, he expects that you won't stick around and believes that he doesn't need you to.
If you do leave him, he will become very upset, though.
So, generally very hot and cold in the beginning of your relationship.
You would probably need to confess first. Faker is a pretty quiet guy and only communicates via voidspeak anyway, which would be difficult for a mortal to understand.
Faker wouldn't teach you voidspeak, he isn't patient enough for that.
He communicates his love mostly through body language. He's pretty tense most of the time but tends to relax more in your presence.
He may copy some of your mannerisms, but if you point it out he will deny it.
Much like a cat, he will headbutt you to express affection. It might take a bit for him to gauge how hard he can headbutt you so it wont hurt you, though.
He also has a tendency to cling onto you, grasping onto your arm or your shoulder, or - if you were a vessel - a long tail or tuft of long fur. You're truly the only one who lets him touch you. He's not really romantic with it, he doesn't have a good concept of what that might look like. His grip is strong and firm, almost desperate, all the while quietly growling - not in anger - but in a sense of possessiveness and protectiveness.
Not really romantic at all, actually. If he didn't hate him so much, he could pick up a thing or two from his dad...
Faker is a little stiff in response to physical affection at first, but over time he starts to melt into it. He's a heavy bastard, despite his base form being small mobian-sized, so prepare to get a little crushed.
Speaking of small mobain-sized, he is a few inches short of average height for a mobian. Chances are, a full-grown adult vessel would be a little taller than him. It has no affect on his ego, he KNOWS he's stronger than you, and if he really wanted to show off, he would just switch to his beast form.
If you express fear toward his beast form, he'll probably laugh at you, asking you if you recognized him. In voidspeak, of course, but you only know one creature who does that.
He likes to lay his head in your lap while in beast form, much like a dog. He will NOT accept headpats. He wants to to take him seriously, and treating him like a pet is NOT serious. Though... no-one can resist a little chin scratch...
He will let you lay on top him in his beast form, but he's a bit bony so it might not be too comfortable.
Warnings: NSFW, creampie, blood and wound mentions
You awoke feeling a little stressed. You did all the simple things you did in the mornings. Get dressed, eat breakfast, but by the time you got to your washroom to clean up, you found yourself... yearning. It was a terrible thing, truly. You had not felt the sexual touch of another in quite a long time. You retreated to your room to touch yourself, but, it wasn't affective. In fact, it made it worse. You sweating persisted past your efforts, and you started to tremble. Were you sick? You didn't feel sick, You just felt really, really horny. More horny than you had ever been, possibly in your entire life. And then something clicked. Animals, driven to a frenzy in their mating seasons by their over-active sex drive. Curse your vessel body. You were in heat. You despaired, reduced to the base instinct to breed like some sort of wild beast. Lord X could hardly ever leave you be for long, but you certainly didn't want him to see you like this. The first place he'd look for you if he didn't find you would be your room, so you escaped into the more isolated parts of his castle, careful to dodge any guardians you might run into. You hid for a while. At least, it felt like a while, especially as you started to feel worse. You began panting and involuntarily whining. Then you heard Lord X's voice echoing down the halls, talking to one of his guardians.
"... But that was hours ago, and I haven't seen them since." You recognized Gekido's voice, you saw him at breakfast.
"Hmph, they can't've just disappeared..." the old god grumbled.
You certainly wanted to disappear. In fact, you tried your best to. You stood up and swiftly made your way to deeper in the castle. Eventually you found yourself in the castle's library, tucked away in a far corner hoping no-one saw you. But, little did you know, the energy of your lust was easily picked up on by a certain guardian of desire. He peaked at you from behind a bookshelf, his face twisted in disgust. So naturally, Ken'o was also there, making quite the same face as he always did. You saw Yokubo's ribbon on the floor behind the bookshelf, and gasped. Realizing they had been found out, the two guardians revealed themselves to you.
"Christ, what are you freaks doing?" You whined, giving the guardians of a woeful look.
"Lord X is looking for you..." Ken'o grumbled, bending a little to the side to peek out from the bookshelf, not quite comfortable with coming near you in your current state
"Ugh, can't he look for someone else?" You buried your head in your arms as you tucked your knees to your chest.
Yokubo rolled his eyes. "You're the only one missing, fool."
"I don't care..." you muttered, muffling your speech as you hide your face.
Both guardians scoffed and walked off to inform Lord X of your location and of your unwillingness to move.
+ - - - - - - -
Not much time later, you heard the click of Lord X's shoes on the cold tile floor of the library. Backed into a corner, you couldn't move without getting spotted, so you stayed put hoping he would miss you somehow. He did not. You heard him approach you, and then kneel in front of you.
"Squeezing yourself into a tighter and tighter ball is not going to make you less visible, my dear. You are sitting in the middle of the path."
"Leave me alone," you growled, your face still tucked behind your knees as you hugged them to your chest.
"Oh! That's no way to speak to your lord, now, is it?" he gently chided you, as if you were a child, and pried your arms away from your face.
You glared up at him, trying to hide your desire, but he could feel you trembling against his touch when he grabbed your arms, and the sweat on your fur... He touched your face, checking for a temperature, and you tried to growl, but it devolved into a whimper as his thumb caressed your cheek.
"Don't touch me," you whined pathetically.
"You leaned into it."
"No I didn't!" But, you did.
"I know what's going on my dear, there's no sense in hiding it from me now. I know you're frustrated, do you want it taken care of?" Lord X rested a hand on your knee.
"I already tried to take care of it, it just made it worse..."
"Ooh, this isn't something you can just take care of on your own... but I can make it all go away. Will you let me do that?" He spoke slowly and gently, his hands lifted your head up from behind your legs, cupping your face in his hands as he looked into your eyes. You actually wanted relief so greatly, but you were also so incredibly, viscerally embarrassed by the situation that you wanted to stay here tightly curled up into a ball until all this had passed just as much. But, you let the void creature help you to your feet.
"Why doesn't this happen to the rest of the vessels?" you queried, as Lord X led you to his room with his hand on the small of your back.
Quietly he reveled in how your tail lifted at the simplest touch. "Because I kill them. It resets their cycle each time. I can do that for you, too, if you want..."
"Mmmph, no..."
"Good, for you, I prefer the alternative."
You two entered his room and he closed and locked the door. You crawled up into his bed and sat down, looking at Lord X as he removed his shoes and socks and gloves. When he turned his head he saw your dour expression.
"Whatever could be bothering you, my dear? Having second thoughts?"
"No, I just feel pathetic."
The void creature gave you a sympathetic smile. "Well, you are pathetic, but I promise it's very charming." He crawled into the bed with you, and helped you get undressed. Lord X trailed his hands up your legs, to your hips, then to your back, just to feel you arch your spine at his touch. He watched your legs shake and your tail lift, and he chuckled, "Oh, you poor thing..."
You whined and panted, "D-don't tease me!"
"I know, I know, I don't mean to... It's simply, mortals have so many needs, and you need this so greatly..." He put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down on your back. "You need me so greatly. It feels good to be needed like that." He slid his hand between your thighs and pulled them apart. You arched your back again, panting and puffing. "So, so impatient. Let me enjoy you, love. You're so gorgeous like this..."
He'd lay his hands on your hips and pull you a bit closer, letting your legs wrap around his own hips. He aligned his cock with your hole and sighed as he pushed into you. You moaned dirtily as you took him to the hilt.
"Mmmm~ What a pretty noise..." He rubbed the fur on your hips with his thumbs, enjoying the feel of your warmth wrapped around him and how your legs trembled before he had even started thrusting. He rolled his hips into you, you gripped his sheets and rocked your head back, moaning again. "Hmph, hahah, so easy..."
He finally picked up his pace, thrusting into your heat. Every time he moved inside you felt like heaven, as he moved his hands up your body and rested them on your sides, your arms came up, too, and clawed at his skin. You were so lost in his rhythm you only noticed he was bleeding when you felt something warm and wet on your hands. Upon the realization you removed your claws from his skin, gasping and staring up wide-eyed at Lord X. He opened his eyes when he heard your surprise, as he was lost in the feeling of you scratching him. He stopped thrusting, just sitting, fully sheathed in you as he looked at the wounds on his arms. He laughed at the shock on your face.
"You've given me such beautiful markings, love. Put them back, keep going..." Lord X purred, bloody tears falling from his eyes as he took one of your hands into his own and led your claws back to his arm. You paused for a bit, looking at him with a confused expression before clawing into his arm again. You felt his cock twitch inside you, and he let out a pleasurable moan. He liked it.
Lord X continued thrusting into you, and slowly you felt your walls turn slick with your lover's precum. Each thrust of his was punctuated by your broken, whiny panting as he hit the spot each time. His thrusting quickened as your body tightened it's hold on his and you gripped into his skin with your claws again. Lord X descended his face down to your shoulders, still thrusting, and sunk is long, sharp teeth into your shoulder. You cried out, not from agony, but an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. Your mind went blurry as your vision did, tears welling in your eyes as you got closer and closer to your release. Your muscles, tense and trembling, useless as your lover used you. You came, moaning as he kept on thrusting until his own release, filling you up and cockwarming until he went soft.
You and your lover panted as you recovered. He looked down at you. You were covered in his blood, mostly, but also your own as it dripped from the bite mark. He lapped up your blood with his tongue, and cleaned his own wounds in a similar way, eyes rolling back as he did so. He wiped the bloody tears away from his cheek and left you on the bed for a moment.
+ - - - - - - -
When he returned he was mostly cleaned up, save for the extra-messy quills. He lifted your tired form off the bed and carried it into the bathroom, lowering you down into the warm water of the tub before crawling in with you. He rinsed your fur and cleared away the blood before scrubbing it all with shampoo, making sure that it felt sufficiently clean of blood and sweat and other bodily fluids before going in with conditioner. He paid extra attention to your bite mark, making sure it got nice and clean. He bathed himself as well, similarly focusing on the scratches you gave him, silently wishing that they'd stay there forever. But, his godly abilities and fitting vessel hardly ever scarred. When you both were well and clean, he'd drain the tub, wrap up your bite mark, and carry you to your own room. You had been doing a lot of sweating even before you two started having sex, so he retrieved some water for you and held it up to your lips as you drank. After that, Lord X would crawl into your bed with you, spooning you with his nose tucked into your clean fur. Of course, his own sheets were now saturated with blood and sweat, but he found himself - surprisingly - too tired to clean it, his godly stamina defeated by the marks you carved into his arms.
I just wanted to say thank you for your beautiful and frequently posted writing!! I love checking your page everyday to find more stories to devour >w< it's so nice to have found a writer who still posts exe stuff...!
as always, I look forward to whatever you write next, wrotten!! ^-^
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(Sorted in regards to what sort of mobian they are)
[ Don't think I've moved on from this guy, yet! I still enjoy him very much. I know I often represent a mobian reader as a mammal, but if you're writing an ask, feel free to specify otherwise, regardless of the subject! I know insects and fish aren't represented here. I just had no idea about them. ]
While Robotnik would not chose whom he would fall for based on their species (if he had any choice, he'd chose not to fall in love with a mobian at all,) he certainly has a preference for what kind of attributes that are sometimes influenced by one's species he'd prefer in a lover.
Reptile:
Robotnik would find the hardier, longer-living species of reptile very appealing. You'd be able to work hard, but not for a very long time, and setting up mobian-sized heating lamps in his fortress and ship would result in significant energy draw. He'd also be hesitant to turn the temperatures up, again, for the power draw, but also because he ran hot most of the time and didn't feel like sweating to death. He has a bit of an oral fixation, so your thick scales would allow him to sink is teeth into you without the concern for injuring you too much. Because he did run hot, and he found you shivering or slowing down, if he was fond enough of you, he'd press you against himself to share some of his body heat. He would also eat your shed skin if you let him, probably in front of you, ripping bites off it with his teeth like he was chewing some sort of jerky. Like a freak. He'd find a reptile mobian reader to - initially - be an expensive commitment, but would grow content with a fairly clean, quiet and resilient presence in his fortress.
Mammal:
Robotnik would likely feel the most prepared to accommodate a mammal reader, but would have some gripes. If you have a lot of fur and shed it a lot, it's going to piss him off sometimes. It'll get on his furniture, his clothes, absolutely everywhere. But having fur has its plus sides. The doctor has a bit of an issue with stress and temper, and having a furry friend around to stroke the fur of just to get his blood pressure down. Like you were a pet. Robotnik, though he wouldn't admit it outright, also found it rather soothing to run a comb through your fur. You also wouldn't be spared from his oral fixation, but he would bite you less if you were actively shedding. He wouldn't want to get a mouth-full of fur. Robotnik would, however, be much more likely to break skin. Mammals just taste better... He'd have a preference for solitary species that could operate without much direction or companionship, being a bit of an emotionally distant man. He holds a particular liking toward cats for their ability to be confidently independent.
Amphibian:
The doctor has not had trouble previously with adding water features onto his fortresses and air ships, so accommodating for that would be no issue for him. Again, amphibians have the same issue of being exothermic that reptiles do, and generally seem a bit less hardy, but many species are rather active and few have the added benefit of being more athletic and dexterous than quite a few other animals. He probably wouldn't bite you too much. Your skin would be too thin and slimy that you would be too easy to injure and you wouldn't have a great mouthfeel. Most amphibians are already solitary creatures, so he wouldn't have to worry about any dependence on group living like he would with a mammal mobian.
Bird:
Birds are typically known for being pretty, intelligent and powerful animals, though Robotnik knows that they are complicated creatures. Thankfully, then, that you are not a pet but a person who is capable of taking care of themselves. You would produce feather dust, which would require the installation of an air filter (though chances are, he probably has one already since there's a lot of robots and machinery that may produce pollution in his fortresses), and you'd need some special tools for claw and beak care, your activity level being similar to that of mammals and your cleanliness and independence being more like that of reptiles makes an avian mobian a pretty decent companion to the doctor. Again, Robotnik would have a preference for solitary species, but all birds rely a bit on others from time to time, whether it be just a friendly face or a mate. He would help you preen the hard-to-reach pin feathers between your shoulders and on your back and neck. Feathers were likewise soft like fur, and similarly soothing to pet. He would also bite you, breaking skin on occasion similar to what he'd do with a mammal.
General attributes:
If you had a long tail, it would probably get stepped on by Robotnik. Often times on purpose. He likes it, he just isn't very nice.
Large ears are prone to getting chewed on, but also scratched behind. He likes to watch your ear twitch as he gets an itch you didn't know you had.
Purring is uniquely soothing to people. You'd earn a lot of his appreciation if you purred against him while he wasn't feeling well.
If you had sharp teeth or a sharp beak, he'd probably ask you to bite him.
If you had retractable claws, he'd push down on your pawpads to see them unsheathe.
Hi! I love everything you write, and I was wondering if you could write something about Lord X and Reader becoming parents of a small baby born from a void entity and a mortal!Maybe Reader could be a Mobian or Vessel, with humans... It's weird... Anyway, I love your stories!!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)
[Thanks for the request, anon! I took to interpret this as the baby being Lord X and the reader’s baby, but the reader is still gender neutral and there are no mentions of pregnancy. Hope you enjoy!]
The child was strong, and you could tell the moment you held them in your arms. They looked quite a bit like Lord X, as many of his creations do, but they still had some of your attributes. Lord X was fascinated by the hybrid. Many of his creations didn’t go through the stage of infancy, and he was transfixed by the baby’s apparent helplessness. Lord X was gentle with the child, and very protective. But the void being was a busy man, so while he was off dealing with his other vessels, the responsibility of the child fell to you.
Possibly the strangest part about the child to Lord X is the fact that it needed to be fed. Void beings never had to eat, and this requirement for the child was more of a mortal need. They got it from you. Though the frequency at which the child cried for food stressed you out to no end. You knew well that mortal babies had to eat a lot to support their growing bodies, but the hybrid child only took food - at a maximum - three times a day. More often than not, it ate only twice a day. Besides just feeding them, you made sure the child had the contact comfort, entertainment and rest it needed, but lord X could tell that you were stressing over the baby’s well being. Whenever he was in the castle, he would take up childcare duty and let you rest. Though it was difficult to rest. Often you’d hover by Lord X with the child, worrying that he wouldn’t know how to take care of a mortal baby. When you expressed this concern with him, at first he felt a little hurt, but he assured you that the child was in good hands and no ordinary mortal. You knew he was right. You'd lean your head on his shoulder and stay with him anyway. It didn't feel right, being apart from your child.
There's few things Lord X loves more than seeing you carry his child, whether they be cradled against your chest or rested upon your shoulder, seeing the baby so close to you made it much easier for him to draw visual comparisons between you two. They had your ears and tail and already started to grow in flatter teeth, not like Lord X's long, sharp needle-like teeth. But, you had to file down the child's claws already so they wouldn't pierce your skin when gripping onto your shirt or your fur, and amongst their downy baby fluff grew little quills. Lord X chuckled when you pointed it out to him. Of course his child was a hedgehog! What else would they be?
The guardians would all be affected by the arrival of the child.. Kito saw an heir fit for Lord X's throne, despite the fact that they were a hybrid. Kyofuku's proved to be very entertaining to the child, and Gekido was most trusted to look after the baby in the even that both you and Lord X would be busy. But, not everyone was thrilled Ken'o would find the child's mortal needs to be a flaw on their otherwise godly existence, whereas Yokubo would find the child's fussing and crying annoying and headache-inducing.
Lord X's child didn't fear his monstrous looks. He'd hold his child whenever he had time to, out of affection, sure, but also out of a hope that it will help him develop a better relationship with the child. He'd listen to you speak so sweetly to the baby, with their little fingers wrapped around your thumb, and he knew from observation that humans valued a good relationship with their offspring. He wanted that too, but struggled to figure out how he could achieve that, until he saw you interact with your baby. He followed you in stride, in his own way, baby-talking didn't come naturally to him, he spoke low and gentle to the child and stuck his nose in the child's soft baby fur, fascinated by how sweet they smelled.
There's nothing that made him feel more possessive than seeing you doze off with the child also sleeping in your arms, and when you'd awake, you would find Lord X leaning on you with an arm around your shoulder while the other helped your tired arms support your baby.
