I Keep Reading Your Ask Awaaayy!! In Sonics Voice From Heroes, Specifically The Team Blast.

I keep reading your “ask awaaayy!!” in Sonic’s voice from Heroes, specifically the team blast.

“BLAST AWAY!! PTSHUUU PTSHUUU”

“ASK AWAY!! PTSHUUUUUU”

JUST.. just wanted you to know that.

That's perfect! 🤣😂 adding "PTSHUUUU" now lmao

If you’re taking requests… How does Shadow react when his SO is sick? It’s been plaguing my mind. I imagine not super well considering him having to take care of Maria and her sickness. Can be head canons or fic. Super protective mode activate!!!!

RAAHHHH I LITERALLY STARTED WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO POST SOON JUST AS I GOT UR ASK!!!

Warnings: Unbearable amounts of fluff.

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Shadow sat in your dimly lit bedroom, the sun just barely dipping below the horizon, casting stunning rays of golden light throughout the room. He perched on the edge of your bed as he stared down at you. His usual stoic expression was tinged with a hint of unease as he watched you struggle with a fever, a bullet of sweat trickling down your forehead and across your cheek. His gaze unwavering as it remained fixated on you, silently calculating the severity of your condition. Every time you would cough or shiver, Shadow would tense up, unconsciously clenching his fists into your sheets.

He knew he should say something, offer some comfort or reassurance, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he continued to watch you intently, and he found himself reaching out to gently brush the sweat-dampened hair away from your forehead. The gesture was awkward, almost forced, and he quickly retracted his hand as if the contact burned.

"I can feel you staring at me..." you spoke wearily, fluttering your eyes open, for the first time in hours; warm and tired gaze meeting his.

He didn't respond, only reaching out to grasp your hand, stroking his thumb over your knuckles; his grip firm and caring.

You let out a drained chuckle, closing your eyes again.

"How are you feeling?" he finally asked, the words coming out concerned and soft.

You vaguely waved your hand, scowling a bit as to simply say: "Meh".

Shadow cocked his head to the side, giving a small hum as he sighed drearily; finally pulling his gaze away from you.

There was a long silence that hung in the air, occasionally broken by the sound of you tossing and turning in your bed, or the quiet sound of yours and his shallow breathing.

"Do... you think she would be proud of me?" Shadow asked, now staring at the ground; an unreadable look painted onto his features.

Your feverish mind took a moment to puzzle together who he spoke of, before it clicked; Maria.

You simpered, raising your intertwined hands up to your lips, kissing the back of his hand.

"Of course she would..." you reassured him. You knew he was a rather troubled man— a new worry plaguing his mind each day— but you didn't mind; reassure and love him, you would always do. He was sensitive, caring and sweet at heart, though he would never admit it.

He leaned his head against your shoulder, now fully laying down as he finally let himself relax after a days worth of care taking and stress.

"I think she would be stoked to see you this happy now." You stated, kissing the shell of his ear, before returning to his chest. He let out a small hum of satisfaction as you did.

"Thank you for taking care of me.."

"Of course, my dear..." he mumbled into your hair, pulling you closer.

"But you didn't have to spend an hour looking for my favorite brand of chocolate." You mused, recalling how he had vigorously searched for the chocolate you wanted, even after you had profusely told him it was okay if he got the store brand.

He gave a chuckle, his snout still buried into your hair.

"Oh? Are you complaining?"

You chuckled.

"Of course not, dummy." He chuckled at your strange choice of endearment.

You buried your face into his chest fur. You loved doing this: hearing his heart beating, his deep voice reverberating in your head every time he spoke, and the way his silky fur tickled your nose. It was all perfect. You felt like you were loved and he was loved; you knew where you belonged, and it was in this fond, feverish, golden moment. In his arms.

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I'll prob add some headcanons to this later, but for now, Baiiiiiiiii!!💖💖💖💖

edit: HOLY SHIT THIS GOT 200 NOTES??? HELP??? THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH AAAAAAAA

The feminine urge to write and finish twelve different requests in one day.

Oneshots and Headcanons

Sonic: On the Couch (NSFW), Platonic, "Do You Think We're Friends In Every Universe?",

Shadow: The waiting room, Hay Fever,

Knuckles: Dating a Guardian,

Tails: Platonic 2,

Silver: none yet 😭 (working on it!)

they way i was getting actually excited for your answer to that nsfw ask just for you to say you don’t write nsfw 💀💀 i’m dying of thirst waiting for you to finish your writings please we’re begging 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

AUGGHH okay I'm not comfy writing most NSFW stuff— because I haven't written much of it and I've also gotten some.. odd NSWF asks...— but I will give you a makeout scene. 😈

(You work at freedom HQ in this story, fyi.)

WARNINGS: SMUT, GENITALIA, ADULT CONTENT.

⚠️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT⚠️

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Stepping into Sonics house, you tossed your keys onto the kitchen counter haphazardly. You knew Sonic had to be home this late at night, and yet, he was no where to be seen. You didn't think much of it as you walked drowsily down the hallway, sloppily removing your jewelry and tossing it onto the coffee table whilst you sat on the couch. You let out a heavy sigh, letting you muscles relax after hours of bringing paperwork up and down large flights of stairs.

"It's only a few stacks," You mocked, raising your hands with air quotation marks. You wondered why Amy hadn't simply asked multiple people to carry them if there were that many stacks, although you figured that staff was tight this time of year.

"Work rough today?" You heard someone joke behind you.

"Rough is an understatement." You answered as Sonic vaulted over the sofa, landing with a thud next to you.

"I told you workin' with those resistence folk wasn't fun," He reminded.

"Most jobs aren't."

"Not unless you make 'em!" He pointed out.

You let out a soft chuckle at his optimistic attitude, as per usual.

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in close. You rested your head on his shoulder as he told you about his day; something to do with Tails.

"–and then I said: 'That's not a shoe, that's my lunch!' " He laughed stupidly at his own joke, while you simply smirked.

His laughter slow came to a stop as he let out a sigh, glancing down at you, an expression of yearning came to his features.

"You wanna go upstairs..?" He winked playfully.

"Make me." You stated firmly while sticking out your tongue.

"Game on." He avowed, swiftly pulling himself atop your lap. He forcefully pinned both his hands beside your head, a gasp leaving your lips suddenly. Trapped between him and the cushions as he slowly lowered himself, his nose brushing across your neck. The sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine. As Sonic began to suck at your neck and shoulder —exhaling his hot breath in heavy flurries,— you wrapped your legs around his waist, your thighs desperately clinging to him in desire.

Suppressing a moan, you pressed your body against his, each gasp and yelp you made only served to please him more and more, his member rubbing smoothly over your pussy.

Among his soaking kisses and testing nibbles, you melted into the sensations threatening to fully consume you; to let go in a stunning release.

As he withdrew from his sloppy domain, he moved his fangs along the center of your neck, noticing your pulse increasing. He bit his lip and moved his concerns to your other shoulder, leaving a path of marks and licking gingerly, leaving small distortions. But it seemed like that wasn't enough for him anymore; and you knew it. You knew what was to come: Him.

You gripped his back for support, although you knew you were safely put on the couch, you still felt as though you could fall at any moment.

Satisfied with the mark he left on you, He then aimed for your lips. Clutching your waist, he pushed his onto yours, connecting them, engaging in an electric kiss, taking the very air out of your lungs. Your heart pumped viciously as Sonics fingertips meandered down your body in a way both skillful and powerful. He pulled harshly at the front of your shirt.

"Think you're ready to take this o–" he was quickly cut off by the ringing of the doorbell.

You laughed at the horrible timing as Sonic quickly dashed to the door.

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Saved by the bell! Haha.

I might add on to this in the future, but for now, Baiiiiiiiii! 💖💖💖

Me laughin' at you cuz you thought you were gonna get a full story (I am evil):

Okay so I accidentally FUCKIN DELETED THIS WHOLE THING AND I HAD TO TOTALLY RE-WRITE IT WHICH IS WHY I TOOK SO DAMN LONG TO POST AGAIN!!! ...So this was da request:

hiii could you do something abt shadow x reader where they go in a fight with a villian or something but the reader sacrifices their self to save shadow ? (the reader lives but its badly hurt tho)

Warnings: Extreme angst, Mention of death, Extreme angst, like, gut-wrenching amounts of it.

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You sluggishly fluttered your your eyes open, an incandescent glow seeping through your eyelids as consciousness neared you. You felt dizzy —weak— as if you had been spun around in circles for hours on end; you wished someone was there with you to comfort you, to fend off the dizzying haze that consumed you wholly.

Staring at the dull white of ceiling tiles, —for what felt adjacent to an eternity— You paid no attention to your surroundings. Although, you did notice a tv tray filled with flowers and "Get well soon!" Cards, a woven basket of baked goods with Amys swooping cursive handwriting on the card, and a heavy weight that laid over your legs with tranquility; It was Shadow, his eyes pink and puffy, as if he had been crying. You gently placed your hand on the side of his head, making him jolt upright and stiff.

As he realized who had awoken him, however, his face changed from his regular brooding facade into a relieved simper; his shoulders relaxing with ease— or exhaustion, rather—.

"I get the feeling you've been here a while." You joked. You had ment for your voice to come out clear and jovial, but instead, it came out tired and weak.

"I've been here just as long as you have." He stated gruffly.

"Which is...?" You trailed off, hoping for him to finish the sentence, but to no avail. Silence hung thickly in the air.

"You know damn well that I'm Immortal, yet you put your life on the line— for what?" He spat. His eyes welled up with tears, but he tried to keep his cool as best he could. Pressing his lips together in a line.

You furrowed your brows. You knew outbursts like this were completely unlike him. The thought that your reckless actions— your idiotic conduct— caused him this pain put a lump in your throat.

"For you...!" You trailed off, fiddling with the edge of your hospital gown as your shoulders slumped.

"Besides, it was barely a flesh wound..!" You continued.

"Barely a flesh wound you needed 42 stitches for." He spat with venom in his tone. Another long pause drawing out in between you and him.

"I'm sorry." You breathed, barely audible as the harsh weight of shame — of guilt — settled over you like a thick veil.

"I don't want you to be sorry." He reached out to you, holding your shaking hands in his. Finally holding eye contact, his eyes glistening with warmth and tendresse.

"I want you to be safe.."

"But I failed to make you so." He looked away, shutting his eyes tightly.

"I failed you.." he choked out, berating himself, fists clenched with a white knuckle grip.

"No. You didn't fail me," you insisted; sitting up more tall and confident then before. "This was my fault, Shadow. It was my choice to save you; my choice to put my life on the line— Not yours—." You stated firmly.

"I could have escaped easily." He said, his quills stiffening in annoyance.

"And if you hadn't?" You quaked.

"Your death would have been better than my short absence?" He shouted sternly.

You thought for a beat, unsure of what to say next.

"Maybe..." You admitted, eyes glistening with tears. "But I still chose this." You finished, a cold tear finally trickling down your cheek; a fraction of the shame you felt that made you ache to your very bones.

He took a deep breath, his nerves briefly relaxing.

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"You need to rest. They should be able to release you by tomorrow afternoon." He stated, walking toward the door without a single word more.

You looked down at your shaking hands, the world soon growing blurry as a pang of sorrow shoots through you; bereft without Shadows presense next to you.

Sorry for the wack ending lol. I've been working on this for months now, and I felt horrible not posting it as soon as possible. So thank you for your patience!

Baiiiiiii 💖💖💖

Edit: HOLY SHIT THIS ABSOLUTELY BLEW UP??? COMPARED TO MY REGULAR POSTS THIS IS HUGE THANK Y'ALL SO MUCH 😭😭😭