Actually Lemme Add Onto My Previous Ask Because Tails & Cosmo Make Me Insane And I Need To YAP /pos I

Crack idea done between two commissions.

Rip customer service dude. You're back for 4 years and even more mess to deal with 🫡

Genie!AU

Oh? Did I say this AU wouldn't have much angst?

Yeah, I should've know myself better.

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>w<

(update from 2025) i decided to keep this one bc this is my oldest work i post in tumblr good lord im so cringe mini me i proud of u bro but stop with this 🧍 posture pls (◞‸ ◟)💧

The mechanic

Sonadow doodles :p

got some more oldiesss

i severely love these two as well btw,,, so they’re married

Girl can I just ask for Blade. If it were up to me id ask for all prompts and scenarios LMAO but I can't decide. So I'll let u pick <3 just give me blade. I love blade. Blade.....

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧You wanna say I'm hot?

Prompt: 10.Person B pressing their forehead against Person A's forehead to check if they have a fever

A/n: I'm so sorry this took so long but I really hope you like it! I was a bit indecisive tbh so I put all the prompts into the random wheel and let the wheel decide for us both(sparkle and confetti emoji)<3

Contents: Blade x Reader, gn reader, the reader is sick, fluff

Words: 532

Ko-Fi

“It is nothing..” the words fell from your mouth although you lacked the strength to strain your ears to hear them, making way for feverish mutterings. “I’m fine.. I’m just in need of a small nap, that is all, just like any other boring, long day” you added as Blade walked over to the bed you huddled on. 

You had three blankets on, and the heating turned high, and for all that warmth you still looked pale, eyes glistening with sickness you tried to deny.

Blade felt like he’d boil through his clothes, but whatever dissatisfaction he felt with the temperature was overcast by his focus on your wellbeing. He had knelt down beside the bed, taking one glove off to feel your forehead. 

“Uh..” you sigh, feeling the cold skin pressed against yours, “I told you already.. you.. I think I just need a glass of water, maybe, probably” you tried to scramble for an agreement, to sate his worry and your own need to not feel so..sick. Blade gave no response, besides a huff when he realized he couldn’t tell whether your skin was too hot or not, the lack of proper feeling in his fingers making him abandon the technique.

“Sit up” he commanded, tone ever so softer as he scooted closer and waited until you propped yourself up to your elbows first, wordlessly following along with his words. Confusion was swirling in your hazy mind, feeling the bed dip beneath him, then his hand touched your cheek and held you still while his forehead pressed against yours. 

You blinked, heavy eyelids fighting to simply fall shut and enjoy the bliss his presence alone brought you. Yet, you shuddered at the sudden contact, fresh air slithering into your blankets and leaving you craving their embrace once more. 

“You are burning up..” he observed aloud, his fingers absentmindedly brushing against your jaw and lowering down your neck until they settled over your pulse point. A faint beat touched his fingers, the sluggish pace of your heart, but it reminded him you were alive - however sick you were currently. A habit he developed over time spent with you.  Blade sighs as he draws back from you, taking note of the rosiness that had sprung to your cheeks. You were quick to sink back into the bed, and this time he did not chastise you or disagree with your actions - you were sick - instead he drew the blankets up over you, helping you tuck yourself back into the warm cocoon. 

“You want to say I’m hot?” you muttered, face comically serious as the words tumbled out. That caused Blade to snort, half in surprise at the sudden question. “Save your jokes for a better time” he responded as he was pulling on his glove, “I meant that you were burning with a fever. Kafka is still out, I’ll ask her to bring you something, in the meanwhile I’ll bring you some cold compress..”

But if he thought that would be the end of it, he was sorely mistaken, as you followed up with a question, now looking smug while trying to look serious:

“You want to say I’m not hot then?”

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Shadow the hedgehog

♡ ͎. ｡˚NEED YOU NOW˚ . ͎♡

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒, 𝗂𝖽𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖾

↝following the strange sound into the backyard of your home had been a mistake, a classic D-grade horror film mistake, and you could laugh at how silly an idea it had been if you weren’t currently struggling to breathe without inhaling the dirt beneath you. with the side of your face pressed into the earth and your spine forced into a deep curve, your hips jutted out high into the air, exposing the deepest part of you to the elements and held in place by a tight grip

↝you’d never seen him like this before, your beloved hedgehog, normally so charismatic and free, now feral with unnatural instincts. his form was hardly recognizable, no longer slender and bright, but sharper, wilder, darker, and larger all around. had it not been for the familiar way he addressed you, you would have run away the second you spotted the stalking shadow

↝despite the deeper gravel of his voice, you'd recognized the pattern of his tone when he'd called you by name, only for him to verify his identity with an admission of regret for exposing you to such a state. it took you a handful of moments to process your discovery, not noticing the predatory glimmer in sonic's eyes

↝his senses were heightened and he could smell your curiosity wafting into the air from where you stood. a single deep inhale was all that it'd taken for the hedgehog—werehog?—to preemptively apologize, animalistic desires blooming in his chest, and creep towards you, influencing you to step away nervously until your back pressed against the fence lining your yard. it was there that he trapped you, kissing you sloppily, mouth unused to the protruding fangs or the extra length of his tongue. you struggled to keep up, mind stuttering at the event unfolding, and sonic took advantage of that; his clawed hands roughly pawed the curves of your body, making your breath hitch when the sharp tip of his nails pinched into your skin

↝in this state, sonic’s patience halved while his urges doubled. he couldn’t wait for so long, quickly growing unsatisfied with the innocence of a kiss. he desired more: more of you, more of the pleasure he gained from having you, more everything. he wanted you, he needed you, he'd have you—these words were a prayer in his head, tempting him into pushing you down to the ground onto your hands and knees while he clumsily undressed anything that stood in his way of filling you. your bare hips, presenting the sweetest part of you like dessert, had fanned the flames lit by domineering instinct and it snapped the cord holding sonic's restraint. leaning over you, he latched his mouth onto the crook of your neck and harshly rut against you with little coordination, loving and hating the way his inflamed tip caught against your hole only to slip off in resistance to his sizable girth. every glide of his length across your slit made you wince, dizzying you with the way the shape of him felt growing slick with your arousal

↝and yet, despite hardly being prepared, the werehog only had half a mind—all of it consumed with the desire to fuck you. he felt little hesitancy when he suddenly aligned himself to you, enticing himself with a slow tease of his tip against your entrance before bullying his way inside without notice. you cried out at the stretch, completely hollowed out by the sheer size of him, but sonic hadn't let up, growling to keep you in place while he paused to tamper the pleasure searing through him. it would be so easy to spill into you right then in there with the way your walls held him in a vice grip, pulsing in attempt to make the intrusion comfortable. but he couldn't, not yet.

↝just seconds shy of a minute, the werehog finally moved, pulling out completely only to shove back in—once, twice he repeated the motion, each time pushing deeper than the last, before settling into a rapid pace and using his weight atop you to keep your pressed down

↝it was unlike the hedgehog to treat you so roughly, but you could not find it in you to protest his behavior, enjoying this feral side side of him far too much; with his heightened senses, sonic could tell you did too. he could smell the desire on your skin, drunk on its taste as he lapped at the pulse beneath your jaw. and when he chuffed, chest rumbling with dog-ish groans that matched the rhythm of his hips, he could hear how much wetter you became, feeling the evidence all along his cock

↝by the time sonic felt himself swelling with impending release, his mind had been completely lost to the carnal greed that came from the idea of making your belly grow round. your velvety walls sucked him in so beautifully, he could never betray you by pulling out, leaving you to flutter around nothing while he found his release between your thighs. he'd convinced himself of that much when he looked down your arching spine to watch the way he disappeared between your legs. it was so mesmerizing and he could feel himself throbbing with insatiability, reminding him of how sore he felt from the accumulation of fluid in his balls that begged to be freed inside you

↝moans slipped from your tongue in a symphony, squealing when large fingers began to rub messy circles into your sensitive nub and crying out his name when the coil of lust in your core finally snapped. spasms wracked your body and the werehog panted through an open mouth as he wildly chased his own high

↝over stimulation found you quickly with the way neither his hands nor his thrusts had not slowed. when you begged for a break, sonic had only been encouraged, pushing your shoulders down into the earth to fuck you deeper

↝in the future hours, sonic would tell you how beautiful you looked like this, completely at the mercy of his power. you could only blame yourself for behaving so foolishly, stepping out into the dark night only to unknowingly seduce the werehog into hunting you down with the thrill of having you in every possible way. with his endurance and stamina enhanced, you would learn the hard way that one orgasm would not be enough. you would learn the hard way that he would not stop, not until you were dripping and exhausted, unable to think of anything but the impression of him inside you

↝so when the werehog’s first orgasm seizes him, allowing him to paint you white from the inside out, the only words he could coherently speak were, “one more time”. It was this promise he’d deceive you with over and over again, until the moon itself could no longer watch, falling into the horizon

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