purrfectkarma

[purrfectkarma]

✦ POWER AND CONTROL ✦

PAIRING — shadow the hedgehog x fem!reader

WARNINGS — MDNI 🔞

PROMPT — you tease him, ride him, and think you’ve won… until he flips you over and shows you who’s really in charge

WORD COUNT — ~3.5k

ART CREDIT — @ cutefish_16y on Instagram

AUTHOR’S NOTE — this was supposed to be a “little teasing moment” and instead it turned into couch-breaking smut + battle for control energy. I imagine mobian or human reader works, as long as she knows how to drive him wild.

🖤🔥 “You act like you’re in charge.”

“You just think you are.”

and that’s how the skirt came off.

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You were in one of G.U.N’s remote safehouses, tucked away after a mission that left your adrenaline still humming. The lights were low, casting golden shadows on the walls as you perched on the arm of the couch, legs crossed in your short skirt, a half-read mission report resting in your lap. You hadn't even changed yet—your skirt clung to your thighs, scuffed boots still laced, and your shirt slightly untucked from the chaos earlier.

You flipped a page absentmindedly—until you heard the door creak open.

Shadow stepped in, his silhouette cutting sharply through the dim light. His chest was still rising and falling from the fight, a few strands of fur singed, gloves torn, and eyes glowing faintly beneath his furrowed brow. He looked like a storm held barely in check.

You glanced up, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Didn’t take you for the dramatic type,” you teased, eyes skimming his form. “You just had to flip over the explosion like that?”

He smirked back, walking slowly toward you.

“Admit it. You liked it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe a little.”

He stopped just in front of you, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to meet his eyes.

“You’re always watching,” he said, voice low, velvet-wrapped danger. “I can feel it. Every time I’m near you… your heartbeat changes.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t back down. “That’s because you insist on standing in my space.”

Shadow leaned in, his breath ghosting over your ear.

“Funny. You never move away.”

You didn’t. You couldn’t. His presence was like gravity—pulling you in, heavy and hot. And he knew it.

His gloved fingers brushed your jaw, tilting your chin up gently.

“You’re not afraid of me.”

You met his gaze, steady. “Should I be?”

He chuckled low, rich and intimate.

“Maybe. But I think you like the danger.”

Then he kissed you—slow at first, a test. But the second your lips met his, restraint slipped. His hand tangled into your hair while the other wrapped tightly around your waist, dragging you into him with a need that had clearly been building for far too long.

You broke the kiss, breathless.

“I could get used to this side of you.”

Shadow grinned—real, unguarded, and somehow even more dangerous.

“Good. Because it only comes out for you.”

Still holding you close, his breath warm against your lips, his usual icy control was clearly slipping. You felt it in the tension of his grip, in the hunger darkening his crimson eyes.

You let your fingers trail up his chest, slow and teasing, stopping just under his jaw.

“You act like you’re in charge,” you whispered.

His brow arched. “And I’m not?”

You leaned in, lips brushing his—but not kissing him yet. Close enough to tempt. To test.

“No,” you purred. “You just think you are.”

His eyes darkened, but he didn’t move. He let the heat grow, let the tension simmer, let you think you had the upper hand. That was the thing with Shadow—he didn’t rush. He stalked. He waited. Until he was ready.

You grazed your lips along his jaw, up toward his ear, voice barely a whisper.

“You like it when I push back… don’t deny it.”

In one swift move, his hand caught your wrist, firm but controlled. His face was mere inches from yours, his voice molten steel.

“Careful.”

You smirked. “What? Gonna punish me?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, his lips crashed against yours again, harder now, needier. His restraint dissolved as he pulled you down onto the couch beneath him, your back against the cushions, your legs still hooked around his waist.

His kiss stole the breath from your lungs, and when you gasped, his tongue found yours in a slow, claiming dance. His hand slid down your thigh, fingers grazing the edge of your skirt as he pressed himself closer, your bodies flushed and burning.

You broke the kiss with a soft gasp, your voice breathy.

“Still think you’re in charge?”

His grin was wicked.

“No. I think we both are. That’s what makes this fun.”

You grinned back, lacing your fingers behind his neck as you drew him even closer, wrapping your legs around his hips, grinding slightly just to feel the way he tensed.

“Why not take turns?” you whispered in his ear.

Shadow’s breath caught.

Then, slow and deliberate, he lifted your legs, one hand sliding beneath your skirt to grip your thigh. His other hand hooked around the edge of your panties, dragging them down with excruciating patience, his eyes locked on yours the whole time.

When the soft fabric hit the floor, flung somewhere into the dark, his lips found yours again—slower now, more deliberate. His gloved fingers teased lower, between your thighs, finding the warmth he was craving.

Shadow’s words sent a shiver through you—“You’re so wet”—and you could barely respond, your breath catching as his fingers teased you with slow, confident strokes.

Shadow was watching your every reaction, his eyes half-lidded, glowing with hunger and control.

You shifted slightly under him, your thighs still wrapped around his waist, and that’s when you felt it—him, hard and ready against you.

You let out a low, teasing laugh, your hand slipping between your bodies to cup him.

“And you’re happy to see me.”

He groaned, hips jerking slightly into your touch. Your hand wrapped around him and began to stroke—slow, steady, and purposeful.

He let out a deep, guttural moan that sent heat straight to your core.

“You might be more dangerous than I am,” he growled against your neck, voice rough and reverent. Then, smirking against your skin—

“I love it.”

His lips found your throat, kissing, nipping, and tasting every inch of your skin as he slid the head of his length against your entrance, pausing—just long enough to feel your breath hitch.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he pushed into you, inch by inch.

You gasped, your back arching, nails pressing into his shoulders.

“Shadow…”

He groaned your name like it was something sacred, his hips moving with careful control as he filled you completely, the warmth, the stretch, the sensation of him overwhelming and perfect.

Your bodies moved together in perfect sync, each thrust deepening the fire that was already consuming you both.

Shadow’s breath was ragged now, his grip tight on your waist as he buried himself inside you again and again, each movement laced with unspoken desire and raw intensity.

But then, with a glint of mischief in your eye, you placed your hands on his chest and gave him a light push.

He blinked up at you, momentarily stunned as you eased him back against the couch cushions, your hips lifting just enough to make him slip out.

“My turn,” you said, voice low and dripping with seduction.

Shadow let out a quiet curse under his breath, his eyes locked onto you as you straddled him, taking control with a slow, fluid motion. You gripped his chest, your skirt bunched up at your hips, your bare thighs framing him perfectly.

You hovered just above him, teasing, letting the head of his cock brush your entrance before you began to lower yourself—agonizingly slow.

Your eyes stayed locked on his face, watching the way it contorted in pleasure, the way his lips parted with a quiet, broken sound he didn’t try to hide.

Finally, he was all the way inside you again, and you rolled your hips forward, grounding yourself against him, feeling every inch, every pulse.

You leaned forward, your hands sliding up his chest until your fingers tangled into the thick fur there. You gave it a playful tug, smirking down at him as you began to grind your hips in slow, deliberate circles.

He groaned—deep and raw—his hands flying to your hips to steady you, but not stop you.

“You’re going to drive me insane,” he breathed.

You leaned in, lips brushing his jaw.

“Good. You can lose your mind with me.”

You rolled your hips in slow, delicious circles, grinding against him with purpose, loving the way his breath caught, the way his grip on your waist faltered ever so slightly with each motion. You leaned forward again, lips grazing his, whispering just above them:

“Still think you’re in control?”

That did it.

With a low growl, Shadow’s hands suddenly gripped your thighs. Before you could tease him again, he moved—swift and commanding.

He flipped you over effortlessly, pressing your chest down against the couch cushions, your skirt hiked up, panties long forgotten. His hand gripped your hip firmly as he lifted your ass high into the air, lining himself up behind you.

“Let me show you how much I can lose it,” he snarled.

And with one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you again, deeper than before. You cried out, arching as he set a punishing pace—each thrust driving into your most sensitive spot with near-perfect precision.

Your fingers dug into the cushions, your body trembling from the intensity. Every movement sent waves of heat crashing through you, your moans spilling freely into the room. Shadow's grip on your hips tightened, his claws just grazing your skin as he growled with each thrust, fully lost in the rhythm of your body, in you.

“So tight,” he rasped, voice thick with need. “So perfect…”

Your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth falling open as pleasure surged through you.

“Shadow—ah—Shadow!”

You could feel yourself spiraling, your climax building fast and hot and uncontrollable. Your walls clenched around him, your whole body tensing as the orgasm overtook you, crashing over you like a tidal wave.

You screamed his name, voice breaking from the intensity.

That was all it took.

With a final deep thrust, Shadow groaned loudly, his hips jerking as he spilled into you, the sensation overwhelming. His body trembled slightly as he held you there, his breath ragged against your back, his grip still tight—like he wasn’t ready to let you go.

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The air was thick with heat, both your bodies still tangled and trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. Shadow stayed there for a moment, his chest rising and falling against your back, breath warm against your skin. You could feel his heartbeat still racing through him.

Then, slowly, he pulled back and flopped beside you on the couch, one arm draped across his forehead, the other still loosely wrapped around your waist.

You turned to face him, completely wrecked and grinning.

“So,” you said, breathless, brushing some hair from your face. “That’s you ‘losing it,’ huh?”

Shadow glanced over, lips twitching into a half-smirk.

“You provoked it.”

You nudged his side. “You liked it.”

He let out a soft scoff, closing his eyes. “I tolerated it.”

You laughed. “Right. Is that why you were moaning my name like you forgot how to speak?”

His eyes opened slowly, glowing with that familiar, dangerous gleam. He turned toward you, raising an eyebrow.

“And is that why you were screaming mine like the world was ending?”

You bit your bottom lip, heat rising to your cheeks—but you didn’t back down.

“I was doing you a favor. Boosting your ego.”

Shadow rolled on top of you again, pinning your wrists gently but firmly above your head, his grin now fully formed, dark and amused.

“You think this ego needs help?” he whispered, nose brushing yours.

You arched a brow, pretending to consider it.

“Maybe just a little.”

He kissed you hard—quick and possessive—before pulling back just enough to murmur:

“Careful. I’ve still got energy to prove you wrong.”

You gasped dramatically. “What happened to recovery time?”

Shadow smirked.

“I recover fast.”

Your legs curled around his waist again, playful, daring.

“Then I guess we’re not done yet.”

He growled in delight.

“Not even close.”

[purrfectkarma]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝒦𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒶 ⛓️

ღ Late 20s | ♎︎ | Lefty ✰

✏ Writer | Sonic fandom ; •♡~ (pairings & x reader )

[purrfectkarma]

✹ MORE THAN FLAMES ✹

PAIRING: Silver x Blaze

PROMPT:Blaze and Silver share a vulnerable night that reveals their hidden feelings.

WARNING: fluff!

WORD COUNT: 1.1k words

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just a little something I cooked up while I'm currently writing my AU. I love these two so much. ♡

ART CREDIT: @ miijiu on X

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In the stillness of the night, Blaze found herself awake beside Silver, the soft glow of moonlight gently illuminating his sleeping form. His silvery fur shimmered like stardust, and his expression was so peaceful, so vulnerable, that it made her chest tighten with something she dared not name.

He had asked her to stay the night these past few evenings, seeking comfort in her presence as he adjusted to his new life in the past. She had agreed, though she had told herself it was out of duty, out of friendship. But the truth nestled deeper than she liked to admit.

As she gazed at him now, his delicate breathing and the slight rise and fall of his chest seemed to cast a spell over her. He looked almost ethereal, like an angel who had descended from the stars to find her. A warmth spread through her, and she found herself unable to look away.

Her heart ached with a quiet longing she’d tried so hard to bury. They were comrades, teammates—bound by purpose and responsibility. Yet there was something undeniable growing between them, something that made her yearn to bridge the space between friendship and something more.

She knew she should resist it, that she had a duty greater than her own desires, but the pull was too strong. She imagined, for a fleeting moment, what it would be like to feel his lips on hers, to share a kiss that spoke of promises unspoken and dreams too tender to be voiced.

Without a conscious thought, she leaned closer, her breath catching as she studied the delicate curve of his forehead. Her hand trembled as she brushed a lock of fur from his face, and with a tenderness that surprised her, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, hoping he might feel the warmth of her heart through the simple touch.

As her lips brushed his forehead, Blaze felt a shiver travel through her—a spark of warmth and vulnerability that crackled like embers beneath her skin. For a fleeting moment, the steady armor she’d always worn wavered, leaving her breathless and exposed. Before she could pull away and hide that weakness, Silver stirred beneath her touch. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing those bright, golden eyes that always managed to pierce straight through the walls she so carefully built.

His cheeks flushed a soft pink, the color spreading like sunrise over snow, as his gaze settled on her—confusion and surprise colliding with something deeper, something that made her chest tighten. “Blaze?” he whispered, his voice still rough with sleep, as though the world between dreams and waking had momentarily softened him.

Caught in the act, Blaze felt her heart race, a trembling thrum beneath her breastbone that threatened to break her composure. “Sorry,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, tinged with a desperation she couldn’t hide. “I didn’t mean to—”

But his hand shot out, fingers curling gently but insistently around her wrist. His touch was warm, grounding, a tether that refused to let her retreat. “No, don’t,” he murmured, his blush deepening as his thumb traced slow, tender circles over her pulse point. His eyes, wide and vulnerable, searched hers with a depth that made her insides ache. “Please… stay close.”

His gaze held a mixture of hope and fear—a silent plea that tugged at every hidden corner of her heart. “Can I… kiss you?” he asked, his voice trembling, a fragile thing that seemed to hang in the air between them like the promise of something neither of them had dared to name.

The question struck her like a lightning bolt, electrifying the air around them. Heat rose in her chest, spreading through her veins like a fire she couldn’t control, until it reached her cheeks and set them ablaze. Every instinct screamed at her to say no—to remind him of the duty they both bore, of the constant demands on their time and their hearts. But his closeness, his earnestness, and the raw honesty in his eyes made any protest die on her tongue.

She hesitated, her breath catching as if she were standing at the edge of a cliff. Then, with a trembling sigh, she nodded, her voice nearly lost in the hush of the room. “Yes,” she whispered, the word feeling both like a promise and a surrender.

Silver’s smile unfurled slowly, hesitant and beautiful, like a sunrise breaking through the night. He leaned in, his breath brushing hers, and for a heartbeat the world seemed to hold its breath. The kiss that followed was soft, tentative—a question more than an answer, as if both were searching for something neither dared to put into words. Yet even in its gentleness, it carried the weight of all the unspoken moments between them—the shared laughter, the quiet tears, the unyielding bond that had formed through trials and triumphs.

When they finally pulled apart, Blaze found herself unable to meet his eyes. She stared at the floor, the lingering warmth of his lips still sparking along her skin, afraid of what she might see reflected back at her. But then his hand came to her cheek, his thumb brushing aside a strand of fur that had fallen loose. His touch was so tender it nearly unraveled her.

“Blaze,” he said softly, his voice a soothing balm against the trembling in her chest. “I’ve… felt this way for so long. I know we have responsibilities—huge ones—but… I can’t ignore this anymore. I care about you. More than I can ever put into words.”

Her heart clenched, torn between duty and the overwhelming warmth that flooded every part of her at his confession. Her throat tightened as she tried to speak, but the words tangled themselves around the emotions she’d buried for so long. She pressed her lips together, feeling the sting of tears she refused to let fall.

“I care about you too, Silver,” she whispered finally, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve tried to push it away, but… I can’t. You’re important to me. More than I ever let myself believe.”

His smile was like a dawn breaking through the darkness, radiant and full of hope. “Then maybe… we can face whatever’s coming—together.”

A warmth bloomed in her chest, igniting a light she hadn’t realized she’d been missing. She smiled back at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of relief and new-found courage. “Together,” she agreed, her voice steady now, her heart daring to hope for a future that might finally belong to both of them—a future brighter than any flame she had ever known.

[purrfectkarma]

Hi! I've been reading your writing for a while and lit a flame in me that I never knew I had. You gave me inspiration to write my own AU! I just want to thank you so much for being an amazing writer and giving many others a creative spark! ❤️‍🔥

With lots of love, Karma 🐈‍⬛ xox

Ooohh I do love reading other works! I’m so glad you decided to write something and I would absolutely give you all my mortal belongings if you tagged me in your publications!! RAHHH no pressure ofc ofc but just know I am ALWAYSSS ready to support another writer yes yes yes ^^♡

also I love the sign off, it’s so pretty omg

[purrfectkarma]

Getting a Shadow tattoo next month!!!