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He has his throne ready for the metal chariot (Yes it's one of those stupid little chairs that fit onto car air vents)

Headcanon that mobians are actually too small/short to wear the seatbelts properly! So Tom and Maddie got the boys some car seats!

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Here, your crumb of update Separated the extra added on with ----- bc idk how tumblr works with editing this stuff but anyway, ENJOY YOUR CRUMB

Okay first fic written in maybe TEN YEARS. I want to preface that I am NOT up on the sonic lore, I watched sonic underground as a kid and the movies recently, the lore I know is from what I have dug into the internet for and the fics I’ve been reading so you enjoy this or else !!

Devour you | Knuckles x reader

Content: Fem!reader, nsfw, probably OOC but OH WELL

A/N: I literally cannot get my brain to write any further rn bc this was written by an asexual who HATES having to write or read any version of genitals but enjoys the general vibe LMAO

Devour You

You sighed with content as his lips left yours momentarily, so he could speak the same speech you had gotten so used to.

“I will worship and honour your body,” he declared like an oath.

You took a deep inhale, exhaling through your nose as you looked back at him. A halfhearted smile across your features. This sigh was filled not so much with content as it was apathy. Knuckles was by no means a bad lover, that wasn’t the problem, you were just beginning to grow bored.

You had grown so used to this almost routine way of making love. It would start with some touches, grow into some kisses, Knuckles would declare his oath of worshipping and then you’d fall into the same gentleness and kindness. Attempts to pleasure and please him were softly ignored as he maintained all his focus on you and whilst it was a brilliant experience it was getting stale.

Before he could go any further you pulled your arms back from their languid position around his neck, you kept your expression soft so as to not give him the wrong idea.

“I know you will and I love it but,” you began, your words starting to feel frail in your mouth as you watched your not-so-subtle partner's facial expression start to turn to anxiety, you let another deep sigh out, “I want to know what you want.”

“I want to worship you-” he began but you raised your fingers softly to his lips.

“I want,” you looked him deep in the eyes as you boldened your words, “I want to know what you want for you. I’m not made of glass, I want to feel you without restraint. What do you really want?”

His eyes shifted downwards, he remained silent in a way that caused your stomach to turn and your breath hitch in your throat. His head dropped beside yours, his hot breath on your ear. Usually his breathing was soft and steady, but now it felt almost shaky?

You began to shift, your hand moving to cup his face. Before you could your wrist was pinned to the soft mattress beside your head. With his head still next to yours you could hear each word he spoke crystal clear.

“I want to devour you.”

His voice was dark and husky, lust dripping from every syllable. You had awakened something deep and sensual inside of him that he had been keeping down, hidden beneath his layers of respect and admiration for you as his lover. He didn’t want to scare you, he worshipped you because if he did anything more, he would ravage you.

He stayed unmoving though his grip on your wrist remained, it was as though he was waiting for permission. You could feel the sensations of butterflies in your stomach, the only words you could muster in that moment, coming out much more desperate than you had wanted.

“Please.”

With that there was no more hesitation, his mouth trailed kisses from your soft earlobes to the sensitive skin at the dip of your throat. The kisses soon turned to gentle nips which then quickly changed to harsher bites. His free hand working its way down your body, slowly as it dragged across your skin, the pressure of his palm only showing his neediness for you. Stopping to grab at your hip as your legs entangled around one-anothers.

You wanted to hold him, drape your arms around his neck, you wiggled your wrist that was under his control and he gladly obliged, taking the opportunity to sneak his hand under your shirt and pull it up with him, the fabric now up around your neck as his hand rested on your sternum and his mouth made its way down to one of your breasts.

With one hand he cupped and palmed at the softness of you, your nipple catching between two of his fingers as his mouth latched around the other. He sucked and bit hard, feeling your chest rise as your back arched into him, your head lolling backwards as your jaw hung open, soft, needy moans escaping your throat.

As he worked you, you felt his knee shove under yours and he used it to move your leg outwards, his hips dipping to grind against you. The friction of his muscular body against the thin layer of fabric was tortuous, you wanted more. You bucked your hips back into his and felt his eyes on you. His head whipping up to your ear, his mouth pouring filth into it as his hand on your hip began pulling down your pants. His body was only apart from yours for a fraction of a second as your underwear was torn off and thrown across the room. -----

You weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting. The way he seemed to pause, looking down at you with what could only be described as a feral intensity. Your lips parted to speak but only a small intake of breath was all you could manage before his hand came up to your cheek, his thumb on your bottom lip. He pulled the soft flesh down slightly, the calloused pad of his thumb a stark contrast to the softness of yourself.

“Open.” his voice was a command, not the usual awkward roughness he usually possessed, this was demanding - leaving zero room for argument. 

Knuckles could see the way your eyes widened slightly, pupils dilating, he could hear the sound of your breath hitching in your throat. A bolt of pure, searing hot lust drove itself straight to the pit of his stomach as he watched you obey him. You opened your mouth, allowing him to press his thumb onto your tongue. You didn’t need direction, immediately closing your lips around the digit, tongue swirling around it as you sucked. Your eyes locked onto his own, soft, lewd noises emitting from your throat. 

He let out a rumbling growl, one that seemed to vibrate through his chest and into you. His thumb pulled out of your mouth with a lewd pop, he seemed torn between his own desire to be pleased and to please. But god he wanted you. He trailed his hand down your cheek, down to your throat, allowing his claws to graze over the sensitive skin and leaving soft red lines in its wake. He followed his hand with his body, adding another as he stroked down your sides. His claws dug into your hips, almost breaking the skin and causing a soft yelp to come from you as he lifted you up, bending you slightly as he pulled your lower half to him. He kept his eyes locked to yours as he pulled your knees over his shoulders, resting them before leaning in. He kissed the inside of your thigh before nipping at the skin, leaving a red mark. He listened to the mewling moan that tumbled from your lips as he did so, continuing to bite and lick up the inside until he reached the apex of your thighs. He licked a painfully slow line up your slit with the flat of his tongue, still maintaining his eye contact with you. A deep moan came from him as pulled his tongue back into his mouth, savouring the taste of you before pushing mouth back into you with a ferocity that had you gripping the sheets. His tongue swirled and flicked over your clit before closing his mouth around it and sucking harshly. He wasn’t here for you though, not right now. He wanted to taste you, tease you and bring you onto the edge. He left your clit, his long tongue diving into your channel. He lapped at you like he was stranded in a desert and you were his oasis. His moans and grunts vibrating through you each time he swallowed. His claws dug deeper into the soft flesh of your hips leaving small welts of blood forming. It was a heady mixture, the pain, the pleasure and the whorish noises coming from the both of you as he ate you - devoured you.

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hey i just got done reading ur latest knuckles fic and.... DAMN!!!! /pos

I really gotta actually finish it like I said I would

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no character is safe from the slutty half up half down

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Who upset my son ‼️‼️

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family game night🎲

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So it’s been many a year since I’ve drawn, and even then I was 100% paper and pencil and only drew whatever anime I was into at the time

So I’m kinda proud to share my first attempt at shadow from memory maybe a week or so ago vs my current attempts without reference

I’m not happy with them still bc who ever is happy with their art when they’re still learning but I feel like the progress is pretty decent anyway 🥹

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I’m gonna rework and continue this at some point this week !

Okay first fic written in maybe TEN YEARS. I want to preface that I am NOT up on the sonic lore, I watched sonic underground as a kid and the movies recently, the lore I know is from what I have dug into the internet for and the fics I’ve been reading so you enjoy this or else !!

Devour you | Knuckles x reader

Content: Fem!reader, nsfw, probably OOC but OH WELL

A/N: I literally cannot get my brain to write any further rn bc this was written by an asexual who HATES having to write or read any version of genitals but enjoys the general vibe LMAO

Devour You

You sighed with content as his lips left yours momentarily, so he could speak the same speech you had gotten so used to.

“I will worship and honour your body,” he declared like an oath.

You took a deep inhale, exhaling through your nose as you looked back at him. A halfhearted smile across your features. This sigh was filled not so much with content as it was apathy. Knuckles was by no means a bad lover, that wasn’t the problem, you were just beginning to grow bored.

You had grown so used to this almost routine way of making love. It would start with some touches, grow into some kisses, Knuckles would declare his oath of worshipping and then you’d fall into the same gentleness and kindness. Attempts to pleasure and please him were softly ignored as he maintained all his focus on you and whilst it was a brilliant experience it was getting stale.

Before he could go any further you pulled your arms back from their languid position around his neck, you kept your expression soft so as to not give him the wrong idea.

“I know you will and I love it but,” you began, your words starting to feel frail in your mouth as you watched your not-so-subtle partner's facial expression start to turn to anxiety, you let another deep sigh out, “I want to know what you want.”

“I want to worship you-” he began but you raised your fingers softly to his lips.

“I want,” you looked him deep in the eyes as you boldened your words, “I want to know what you want for you. I’m not made of glass, I want to feel you without restraint. What do you really want?”

His eyes shifted downwards, he remained silent in a way that caused your stomach to turn and your breath hitch in your throat. His head dropped beside yours, his hot breath on your ear. Usually his breathing was soft and steady, but now it felt almost shaky?

You began to shift, your hand moving to cup his face. Before you could your wrist was pinned to the soft mattress beside your head. With his head still next to yours you could hear each word he spoke crystal clear.

“I want to devour you.”

His voice was dark and husky, lust dripping from every syllable. You had awakened something deep and sensual inside of him that he had been keeping down, hidden beneath his layers of respect and admiration for you as his lover. He didn’t want to scare you, he worshipped you because if he did anything more, he would ravage you.

He stayed unmoving though his grip on your wrist remained, it was as though he was waiting for permission. You could feel the sensations of butterflies in your stomach, the only words you could muster in that moment, coming out much more desperate than you had wanted.

“Please.”

With that there was no more hesitation, his mouth trailed kisses from your soft earlobes to the sensitive skin at the dip of your throat. The kisses soon turned to gentle nips which then quickly changed to harsher bites. His free hand working its way down your body, slowly as it dragged across your skin, the pressure of his palm only showing his neediness for you. Stopping to grab at your hip as your legs entangled around one-anothers.

You wanted to hold him, drape your arms around his neck, you wiggled your wrist that was under his control and he gladly obliged, taking the opportunity to sneak his hand under your shirt and pull it up with him, the fabric now up around your neck as his hand rested on your sternum and his mouth made its way down to one of your breasts.

With one hand he cupped and palmed at the softness of you, your nipple catching between two of his fingers as his mouth latched around the other. He sucked and bit hard, feeling your chest rise as your back arched into him, your head lolling backwards as your jaw hung open, soft, needy moans escaping your throat.

As he worked you, you felt his knee shove under yours and he used it to move your leg outwards, his hips dipping to grind against you. The friction of his muscular body against the thin layer of fabric was tortuous, you wanted more. You bucked your hips back into his and felt his eyes on you. His head whipping up to your ear, his mouth pouring filth into it as his hand on your hip began pulling down your pants. His body was only apart from yours for a fraction of a second as your underwear was torn off and thrown across the room.

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 ⏦ﾟ♡︎

ℳ𝓔𝓝𝓤

➵ 2/01/25 𝒾𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 — hurt/comfort

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. shadow reminds you that even though he struggles to show it, his feelings for you aren’t going anywhere.

➵ 2/04/25 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃’ 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓅𝒾𝒹 — fluff

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. shadow begins to realize his actions may never be enough if he doesn’t say what’s in his heart.

➵ 2/07/25 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒾ñ𝑜 — suggestive

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. you help shadow unwind with a warm meal, gentle touches, and with a special request from him.

➵ 2/09/25 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 — fluff

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. shadow has always been difficult to read, making it hard to tell if he feels the same way about you. little do you know, he’s been struggling with how to ask you a question he’s never dared to ask anyone before.

➵ 2/11/25 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓇𝑜𝒸𝓀 — fluff

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. one fateful night you meet shadow; by chance or by destiny you find yourself drawn to him.

➵ 2/12/25 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 — smut

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. shadow is too shy to voice his needs, when you begin to notice the little signs; his lingering gazes, half-finished sentences, and the way his hands fidget when he’s near you.. you decide to help him out.

➵ 2/14/25 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 — fluff/ suggestive

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. shadow never imagined himself in a relationship, let alone with someone as affectionate and needy as you.

can’t wait to write this little series of oneshots 🪽& thank u sm for 100 💝💝

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ⏦ﾟᢉ𐭩 - 𓊆ྀི𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

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Okay first fic written in maybe TEN YEARS. I want to preface that I am NOT up on the sonic lore, I watched sonic underground as a kid and the movies recently, the lore I know is from what I have dug into the internet for and the fics I’ve been reading so you enjoy this or else !!

Devour you | Knuckles x reader

Content: Fem!reader, nsfw, probably OOC but OH WELL

A/N: I literally cannot get my brain to write any further rn bc this was written by an asexual who HATES having to write or read any version of genitals but enjoys the general vibe LMAO

Devour You

You sighed with content as his lips left yours momentarily, so he could speak the same speech you had gotten so used to.

“I will worship and honour your body,” he declared like an oath.

You took a deep inhale, exhaling through your nose as you looked back at him. A halfhearted smile across your features. This sigh was filled not so much with content as it was apathy. Knuckles was by no means a bad lover, that wasn’t the problem, you were just beginning to grow bored.

You had grown so used to this almost routine way of making love. It would start with some touches, grow into some kisses, Knuckles would declare his oath of worshipping and then you’d fall into the same gentleness and kindness. Attempts to pleasure and please him were softly ignored as he maintained all his focus on you and whilst it was a brilliant experience it was getting stale.

Before he could go any further you pulled your arms back from their languid position around his neck, you kept your expression soft so as to not give him the wrong idea.

“I know you will and I love it but,” you began, your words starting to feel frail in your mouth as you watched your not-so-subtle partner's facial expression start to turn to anxiety, you let another deep sigh out, “I want to know what you want.”

“I want to worship you-” he began but you raised your fingers softly to his lips.

“I want,” you looked him deep in the eyes as you boldened your words, “I want to know what you want for you. I’m not made of glass, I want to feel you without restraint. What do you really want?”

His eyes shifted downwards, he remained silent in a way that caused your stomach to turn and your breath hitch in your throat. His head dropped beside yours, his hot breath on your ear. Usually his breathing was soft and steady, but now it felt almost shaky?

You began to shift, your hand moving to cup his face. Before you could your wrist was pinned to the soft mattress beside your head. With his head still next to yours you could hear each word he spoke crystal clear.

“I want to devour you.”

His voice was dark and husky, lust dripping from every syllable. You had awakened something deep and sensual inside of him that he had been keeping down, hidden beneath his layers of respect and admiration for you as his lover. He didn’t want to scare you, he worshipped you because if he did anything more, he would ravage you.

He stayed unmoving though his grip on your wrist remained, it was as though he was waiting for permission. You could feel the sensations of butterflies in your stomach, the only words you could muster in that moment, coming out much more desperate than you had wanted.

“Please.”

With that there was no more hesitation, his mouth trailed kisses from your soft earlobes to the sensitive skin at the dip of your throat. The kisses soon turned to gentle nips which then quickly changed to harsher bites. His free hand working its way down your body, slowly as it dragged across your skin, the pressure of his palm only showing his neediness for you. Stopping to grab at your hip as your legs entangled around one-anothers.

You wanted to hold him, drape your arms around his neck, you wiggled your wrist that was under his control and he gladly obliged, taking the opportunity to sneak his hand under your shirt and pull it up with him, the fabric now up around your neck as his hand rested on your sternum and his mouth made its way down to one of your breasts.

With one hand he cupped and palmed at the softness of you, your nipple catching between two of his fingers as his mouth latched around the other. He sucked and bit hard, feeling your chest rise as your back arched into him, your head lolling backwards as your jaw hung open, soft, needy moans escaping your throat.

As he worked you, you felt his knee shove under yours and he used it to move your leg outwards, his hips dipping to grind against you. The friction of his muscular body against the thin layer of fabric was tortuous, you wanted more. You bucked your hips back into his and felt his eyes on you. His head whipping up to your ear, his mouth pouring filth into it as his hand on your hip began pulling down your pants. His body was only apart from yours for a fraction of a second as your underwear was torn off and thrown across the room. -----

You weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting. The way he seemed to pause, looking down at you with what could only be described as a feral intensity. Your lips parted to speak but only a small intake of breath was all you could manage before his hand came up to your cheek, his thumb on your bottom lip. He pulled the soft flesh down slightly, the calloused pad of his thumb a stark contrast to the softness of yourself.

“Open.” his voice was a command, not the usual awkward roughness he usually possessed, this was demanding - leaving zero room for argument. 

Knuckles could see the way your eyes widened slightly, pupils dilating, he could hear the sound of your breath hitching in your throat. A bolt of pure, searing hot lust drove itself straight to the pit of his stomach as he watched you obey him. You opened your mouth, allowing him to press his thumb onto your tongue. You didn’t need direction, immediately closing your lips around the digit, tongue swirling around it as you sucked. Your eyes locked onto his own, soft, lewd noises emitting from your throat. 

He let out a rumbling growl, one that seemed to vibrate through his chest and into you. His thumb pulled out of your mouth with a lewd pop, he seemed torn between his own desire to be pleased and to please. But god he wanted you. He trailed his hand down your cheek, down to your throat, allowing his claws to graze over the sensitive skin and leaving soft red lines in its wake. He followed his hand with his body, adding another as he stroked down your sides. His claws dug into your hips, almost breaking the skin and causing a soft yelp to come from you as he lifted you up, bending you slightly as he pulled your lower half to him. He kept his eyes locked to yours as he pulled your knees over his shoulders, resting them before leaning in. He kissed the inside of your thigh before nipping at the skin, leaving a red mark. He listened to the mewling moan that tumbled from your lips as he did so, continuing to bite and lick up the inside until he reached the apex of your thighs. He licked a painfully slow line up your slit with the flat of his tongue, still maintaining his eye contact with you. A deep moan came from him as pulled his tongue back into his mouth, savouring the taste of you before pushing mouth back into you with a ferocity that had you gripping the sheets. His tongue swirled and flicked over your clit before closing his mouth around it and sucking harshly. He wasn’t here for you though, not right now. He wanted to taste you, tease you and bring you onto the edge. He left your clit, his long tongue diving into your channel. He lapped at you like he was stranded in a desert and you were his oasis. His moans and grunts vibrating through you each time he swallowed. His claws dug deeper into the soft flesh of your hips leaving small welts of blood forming. It was a heady mixture, the pain, the pleasure and the whorish noises coming from the both of you as he ate you - devoured you.

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long time no stobotnik eh?

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hopeless romantics

[ID: A four panel comic with Amy Rose and Agent Stone from the Sonic movie franchise. In the first, Amy talks to Stone, who is in a Robotnik-esque villain outfit. She says "It's like he doesn't even know i exist..." In the second panel, she asks "What about you? Do you think you have a chance with whoever's on your mind?" In the third panel, Stone looks forward blankly, with the Ark's explosion behind him. In the fourth he responds "Not particularly." Amy nods solemnly. End ID]

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I love Shadow’s smile so much omgggg🥹🥹 I just had to post his lovely smile on the internet because we need more of it❤️❤️

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Boyfriend goes home tomorrow do I post some of it now and then finish it tomorrow

Me closing my laptop as my boyfriend walks in because he doesn’t need to know I’m writing knuckles smut

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Not being able to draw my favorite character the way I envision them in my mind

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Knuckles and Shadow Spin Off

PLEAAASSSEE SEGA THEIR DYNAMIC IS EVERYTHING TO ME

Keanu and Idris were talking about the possibility of a knuckles and shadow spin off and I NEED IT

Knuckles and shadow are my favorite Sonic characters THEY NEED TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM TOGETHER AND BE BROODY TOGETHERRRRR

GIVE IT TO ME SEGAAAAAAA

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Re-asking bc idk how tumblr works and I can’t add the video onto my other post SO

Can a talented person PLEASE draw shadow and Amy doing skincare and Sonic walking in like that trend on tiktok I keep trying but I've not drawn in TEN YEARS so I CAN'T DO IT but I saw a clip of Shadow saying he has a 20 step skincare routine and IT JUST WOULD MAKE SUCH GOOD ART