#tails drabble

[knuckleheadsandtails]

Greenhills Heatwaves

Drabble Prompts: Seasons

Characters: Tom, Maddie, Sonic, Tails and Knuckles.

The first summer the boys are living with the Wachowski's they are hit was a massive heatwave, making the boys sick and very lethargic. Maddie and Tom are quick to put together a game plan together.

They buy 3 new cooling mats, and cool bed sheets for the boys beds, playing the mats in the living room for them to nap and relax on.

Tom buys a large kids paddling pool and sets it up in the backyard under tree shade, along with a new swing seat with a canopy for the him and maddie to sit on and watch over the boys.

Maddie bought a variety of cute and fun ice trays and lollipop molds, filling them with fresh fruit and water to make nice snacks for the boys to chew on.

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[anglbunny]

SIT ON IT

♡. multi, smut mdni, face sitting

You're straddling his stomach, thighs shaking from how much teasing he’s been doing. You’re already soaked — just from his words alone. He keeps glancing up at you, lips parted, pupils blown wide with hunger.

“Please, baby,” he groans, voice husky, “just sit on my face.”

Your face burns. “I… I can’t. I—what if I hurt you?”

He laughs — like you're the crazy one — and grabs your hips tighter, guiding you up his chest toward his mouth.

“Then let me fucking suffocate.”

He kisses the inside of your thigh, biting gently, looking up at you like you’re the only god he believes in.

“I want your thighs around my head. I want that cute pussy smothering me until you forget your own name.”

You hesitate.

He groans. “Baby. Please.” His voice cracks, breath hot against your skin. “I need to taste you. Let me, please.”

You finally give in, trembling as you lower yourself over his mouth. And the second his tongue touches you—

He moans like he’s starved. Hands locking around your thighs, pulling you down so you can't escape. He eats like he’s trying to live off you. You try to pull away—too sensitive—but he holds you tighter.

“Uh-uh. Don’t run now, doll,” he pants between licks. “You’re staying right here until I’ve had my fill.”

You come so hard you nearly black out — and he's still whining, still licking, still begging for more.

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @mihyas-dieehefrau @ravenbc @shezuannn @greekyoghurtwithberries @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/n: i think when im ovulating, i have a thing for men begging

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[cambion-companion]

Knot

Alright, it was put in my head that devils knot when mating/having sex. So...had to write this little ficlet.

Raphael x f!reader/Tav | SMUT | 18+ only

Scorching tension, the aching coil of your muscles as they stretched and clenched to accommodate him. Your fingers sought purchase, something to tether you to reality as ecstasy rocked with every thrust.

“Raphael.”  His name tasted like honey, burnt like whiskey upon your lips.  Your tongue felt leaden as he claimed your mouth, swallowing your pleading as he claimed you.

Amidst the haze and the heat, you noticed what a mess you were making of the cambion’s lush bed. “The sheets…”  You murmured, attempting to sit up and regain some semblance of control.

Your hair stirred in the rush of wind the sudden beat of his wings created, the leather appendages stretching wide as Raphael pushed you by the throat back against the mattress. “Are replaceable.” Raphael’s sharp claws dug against the tender flesh of your thigh as he dragged your body closer to him, drunk on the sensation of you so pliable and wet around him. He grinned down at you before a rumble of pleasure dragged from his throat. “So willing, little mouse.”  He leaned over, the skin of his wings turning the ambient firelight into a red haze. “Take all of me.”

Your eyes widened, feeling the flush of heat and heady lust his words aroused. Your body became taught as a bowstring seconds before the kill, his name spilling from your panting mouth, sweet to the taste.

Raphael fought to keep composure, failing spectacularly, burying himself deep within you, his sinful orisons of pleasure echoing your own cries. You felt his seed spill, the painful heat of it overshadowed by the pleasure as your body drank him in.

Your skin stung and broke as Raphael’s teeth pierced where your shoulder and neck joined, marking you as his own outside as well as within. He continued rutting into you, stretching you as the infernal knot took hold. You whined and he silenced you with his fingers pushing into your mouth.

Hellfire eyes found yours, your foreheads pressed together in a semblance of twisted intimacy as you nearly choked on his long digits. “Good, little one. Take me.”  

You wanted nothing more than to give in. To whatever end. Pain and pleasure mixed, your whines muffled around his fingers until he withdrew them only to replace the void with his lips and tongue. He was anchored inside, the languid thrusts of his hips sent spasms along your spine as Raphael pressed your legs down against your chest.

The two of you remained interlocked, twin flames made one, until Raphael was satisfied you’d been properly mated.  When he finally withdrew, he dragged a single nail down your chest to your navel, pressing almost until he drew blood over your womb. His tail flicked against your side as he gave you a lazy, self-satisfied smile. “You’re the image of sin, my dear.”  His palm flattened against your abdomen possessively. “Now, go clean yourself.  I will join you shortly for a thorough examination of your progress.”

[e1ectricwords]

lucy loved love.

she loved watching the couples walk hand in hand. she loved the way they would stop and laugh that one of them had dropped some ice cream. she loved watching the older couples, still smiling and laughing, still enjoying each other's presence throughout their years.

lucy pined for love.

lucy longed to be desired.

lucy had no interest in her body being her desirable factor. she wanted someone to wish for her smile every morning. she wanted someone to ache at not hearing her voice, at not feeling her touch. she yearned for someone to crave her soul and not her physical.

natsu didn't understand love.

he loved happy and he loved igneel. but he didn't understand love love. it took him by surprise when he found himself missing lucy's smile during his year away. he found himself aching for her voice, desperate to touch her even if it was a slight brush against her hand. and when he started craving her soul,

natsu understood love.

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[justauthoring]

🦭 with Natsu pls! Thank youuu

🦭 — good morning kisses

word count: 485

you feel wet.

more specifically, your face feels wet. it’s an odd sensation to wake up to, certainly not one you’re expecting and there’s a mild sensation of great confusion as you feel a pair of warm lips press firmly against your cheek.

letting out a soft groan, you blink, shifting in bed only to see a shadow of pink and fangs hovering over you.

“natsu?”

“mornin’!” his voice is bright and awake like it always is and even though this is not the first time or even thirtieth time you’ve woken up to natsu, his energy still is something you’re adjusting to.

“morning,” you yawn, brushing back hair and then dragging your hand across your cheek only to feel that same wetness that had woken you up. “what were you doing?”

still sprawled over you, holding himself up by his hands flat on the bed on either side of you, natsu grins brightly. ear to ear with his little fangs poking out that never fail to make you feel all giddy and giggly as he innocently exclaims; “giving you good morning kisses!”

it’s not that you necessarily mind — actually, if you were being a hundred percent truthful you didn’t mind at all. but you know natsu. you’ve known him since the two of you were kids and have been dating him for a while now; the intimacies and localities of dating was still new to natsu.

he had a certain obliviousness when it came to the more romantic side of things. deep down he was just any regular young man, but being raised by a dragon and then a rather chaotic guild had him naive to things like kisses and signs of affection.

now that you’d introduced him to a few, he was more than willing to participate (which you were quite happy about) but it still stood to fact that natsu had never woken you up with kisses before.

so the question stood — who gave him the idea?

“did mira talk to you?”

natsu’s brows furrow and his head tilts in confusion; “no…?”

oh. usually she was—

“it was lucy and levy!”

you let out a snort. you were definitely going to get those two girls back. (maybe thank them too…)

“ah,” you smile gently, “they tell you to wake me up with kisses?”

he nods, puppy-like and ecstatic.

“said it was the way to your heart!”

you let out a giggle, reaching up to cup his cheeks. “it definitely is,” you confirm (mainly because you wouldn’t mind waking up to his kisses everyday). but— “but maybe not so many, okay?”

natsu frowns; “you didn’t like them?”

“i did!” you rush, shaking your head at his pout. “but i’d prefer just one… on the lips.”

natsu’s pout vanishes and quickly the grin returns, this time a little less innocent and more knowing as he leans forward.

“that i can definitely do.”

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

I've seen a lot of takes on what would happen if Sonic and Tails returned to West Side Island and confronted the people who were so abusive to Tails, and I had an idea for a somewhat new spin on it.

What if, now that Tails is a world famous hero, the Islanders try to try to basically gaslight him into thinking none of the abuse ever happened? They find out he's coming and they throw a big "Welcome Home" party and give him a medal and stuff, and when confronted about their treatment of him just completely deny or twist it. Like "oh yes I'm so sorry there were a couple kids who were bullies but that happens to everyone you weren't being targeted, and we tried to get them to stop it" or "we didn't know you were alone and homeless, if we knew we would have taken you in" and all sorts of garbage like that

And Tails, who's maybe a tween-young teen now, and no longer has distinct memories from that early in his life, starts to question if maybe he really was blowing things out of proportion. Maybe he really was just bullied by one or two kids, and they weren't really that bad. Maybe people didn't really chase him away and refuse to even let him go through their garbage for food. He knows he has anxiety. Maybe he was just imagining how much everyone hated him. And he almost wants to believe it, to believe that he was never truly hated.

But Sonic remembers. Sonic remembers the gang of older kids beating and violently attacking toddler aged Tails, and only stopping when he physically intervened with his own fists. He remembers questioning the townsfolk about the two-tailed fox he'd seen and being meet with sneers and complete disdain. He remembers how skinny Tails was, how his ribs were visible even through his fur and how he wolfed down the food Sonic offered him so quickly that he nearly threw it up later. He remembers how Tails flinched from any quick movement or attempt at touch. He remembers the long process of gaining the fox's trust, a process that tested his nine-year-old patience as he spent literal weeks urging Tails to come closer, keeping his hands slow and his face friendly, finally getting the fox to join him at the campfire, to walk beside him without dashing away when moved his arm too fast, and then, eventually, to let him touch him. He remembers the first few times Tails let him try to brush out his matted, dirty fur, each knot a testament to neglect, and finding scars and wounds on the skin beneath that spoke of so much abuse. He remembers realizing for the first time that normal, everyday Mobians could be just as cruel as Eggman.

Tails doesn't trust his own memory. But Sonic remembers. And Sonic is not quick to forgive.

[voidcat]

Narumi Gen likes seeing you dolled up and all dressed but I think what really gets to him is the absolute bliss of domesticity and seeing you in everyday clothes, clothes you wear around the house, comfort ridden tshirts where the neck is too loose or sweatpants where the elastic band no longer tightens and holds up like it once did

I think it all stems from his home life and childhood- or lack of it in a way. He craves that type of close proximity, to be so at ease and peace with someone that you willingly, without thinking, share all of you with him.

Sure you look hot as hell with expensive clothes that bring out your best angles but the fuzzy hoodie with cat ears at top sends an arrow to his heart. Your eyes will be sleep ridden, you’ll let out a big yawn and stretch and the glimpse of your worn out underwear’s band just sends butterflies to his stomach.

Sure that shirt and the cleavage detail raises the temperature in the room but that sweater you’re wearing, that’s not quite fitting of your form, that, upon close inspection he is positive is from his wardrobe makes him feel things like no other.

[zorosbeau33]

Working~ Sting Eucliffe Headcanon/Drabble

❖ Fairy Tail, Sting x genderless reader

❖ Headcanon, Drabble, Fluff, Romance, established relationship au

❖ No warnings for this one~

❖ wc: 843

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This ended up nearly becoming a imagine by accident oops? So uh headcanon/drabble. Might do nsfw headcanon if anyone is interested sometime

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Being guildmaster is something he takes great pride in, although he knows he is only so good at it because he has the support of people like Rogue and Minerva

He already finds it very hard to concentrate on paperwork when there are so many cool things out there and his guild is having fun partying or relaxing in their new pool

Which is how he would end up holed up in his office desperately trying to get himself to concentrate on the task at hand.

Digging himself out of all the backed-up paperwork that hadn’t been deemed important enough to be a same day issue.

Funny that those projects and paperwork which wasn’t really needing to be dealt with for another two-three weeks suddenly were all due at once

Rogue had been tasked (by Minerva) with letting the guild members know he was not to be disturbed for anything, even the guild burning down (Rogue could handle that without Sting's help). 

The members were on their best behavior too! Trying so hard not to disturb but to also be helpful, like delivering the finished mail for him, or leaving snacks at the door with a tiny knock. (I think they forget about his sharpened senses because yes Orga he sees and smells you hiding behind that thin ass pillar at the other end of the hall) 

Sting feels even more determined with all of them being so kind and helpful to him, especially you

Your willingness to sit beside him and carefully help sort the paperwork, file it away or arrange it to be sent out in the mail was making this process so much faster. He could tell you had teamed up with Minerva to find out exactly what she as financial and aid needed from him because before she could do it you were already guiding Sting to the next document she needed him to address

Thus after three days with late nights and early mornings the end was nearly in sight

The budget for the festival was making his eyes swim as he tried to allot the right amounts where, and Minerva herself had stepped out to take care of a time sensitive task for him when your “help” suddenly became “hindering”

“I am working babe” He would whine and pout a bit trying to ignore you sitting on his desk and moving in closer to him, a tactic that normally had him jumping into your arms or pulling you into his lap with a laugh

Sting was such a good boyfriend he always put your needs first whenever he could, and that included entertainment or cuddles…yet another reason he may have fallen a bit behind because even after your needs were met he overindulged himself in spoiling you

Your pout and little cooes and pleas for just a few minutes made him whine louder looking distraught

How could you do this to him? Puppy pout when he was trying his best to be good and do everything so he could in fact indulge himself all he wanted in your magnificent presence? 

Did you wear his clothes too knowing how that made him melt even more for you? This had to be a plot, you waited until Minerva and Rogue had stepped away to pull this.

“Please?” He would whimper and beg, eyeing you desperately wanting nothing more than to tackle you for cuddles and a nap, or some kisses “I just have a bit more, I need to…just a bit longer…” 

It was his downfall, the minute his eyes glanced at your lips he knew it was over

Crashing your lips together in an exhausted but needy kiss Sting was quickly falling into your trap

Looping his arms around your waist, hugging you as he leaned up out of his seat to reach your lips for the kisses he’d been longing for. 

Sting's exhaustion would hit him all at once and despite kissing you like a man who would drown without air, his body went slack leaning against you to stay up. Sunken eyes closing as he surrendered to the bliss of your taste

Minerva would be fuming when she came back but right now he just needed to lean into you as you sat on his desk before him and steal as many kisses as he could before falling asleep

Her anger would melt though when she saw only a few small things left, and the soft way you were stroking his hair as he used your lap as a pillow

Maybe a small nap couldn’t hurt, she could also maybe use one

Sure enough, Sting did still finish his paperwork that night

Lastly, he made sure to pay you back for interrupting and distracting him like that too ;)

From that day on Sting however, would request your kisses as a reward and a “rejuvenating spell” whenever he needed to do paperwork

Though skeptical of the method Minerva and Rogue were both relieved that paperwork never truly piled up anymore they guess they could say it’s “working”

[home-of-renn]

What if when ghosts - including Danny - enter that form with a ghostly tail it means they have to consciously be aware of their own physical appearance.

For actual ghosts it's not that big of a deal since most of them already have the disconnection from humanity that comes with death. Many of them have either been dead too long to remember what a human form should properly look like while others just straight up don't care, and for most, it's just subconscious and they don't have to really think about it.

But Danny's a little anxious about it.

On one hand, it means that he gets to play some really great pranks on Sam and Tucker, but on the other hand, it also means that most people end up terrified and starkly reminded that their local superhero is, in fact, just one of the many ghosts that he fights.

But I'm not talking huge differences in appearance - nah, I'm a fan of unnerving, pre-eldritch Danny.

So in the heat of the moment Danny slips up and his arms may appear just a little too long, his teeth a little too sharp, his body distorted just enough to make your hair stand on end. His eyes reflect in the dark and his Lichtenburg scars stand out a little too starkly against his bloodless pallor. His suit loses that hazmat sheen and dulls to a smokey charcoal black, looking far too tight, stretched to its limits against muscle and bone, fused with his skin.

His hands get a little too big and his victorious grin stretches a little too wide across his face.

Sometimes, in the heat of battle, if you get a little too close, you can see something reminiscent of burn scars crawling up his neck and across his jaw, wrinkling his lips and creeping higher with his anger. The flesh, web-like and raised, but just as colourless as his complexion. Scars that only those who'd been saved and clutched tight in Phantom's arms have ever claimed to see.

But only sometimes.

Most of the time Phantom isn't even scary in the traditional sense - just the extreme Uncanny Valley sense. Most of the time Phantom is sarcastic and quick-witted and almost charming. Most of the time.

Nowadays Danny's got a better grip on it. It doesn't happen often.

But when it does, the Fenton's claim that it's proof of Phantom's deceit, hiding his sinister nature and deceiving Amity Park. It's something his parents never fail to use to try and prove just how inhuman he really is.

[nixoon-again]

This was a bad idea.

Sonic usually prides himself in his chill and easy going nature and his calm demeanour, it's not really that easy to get him riled up. He doesn't like being angry either, his love for freedom includes feeling free too — not burdened down with some infuriating people and their meaningless rants or whatever engaging acts they participate in and absolutely not any of it being given more than a second long stay in his mind, no. Sonic doesn't like that. He prefers to stay clear of such things as much as he can. 

If the bulging vein on his forehead has to say anything, unfortunately, this is not one of those situations where he can just up and leave.

No because he's stuck here, forced to sit around this stupid dinner table by the absurdity of the situation. Really, how did he even get here? Why did he let it get to this point? When has Sonic ever conformed to the groundless rules of a stupid village to solve a problem before? Why was this one any different? In fact, by all logical means, Sonic shouldn't even have bothered to ask these villagers for anything at all. He should've gotten the work done and over with, giving very little — which is none — thought to the customs and formalities of these absolute nutcases.

This is Westside Island after all.

He shouldn't have expected anything else from these guys.

Sonic knows very little of what these lunatics did to Tails in his earlier years and what he does know of it already makes him want to burn the entire village down. Right now? The urge is stronger than ever.

Today he has learnt a lot more about what exactly they did to his little brother than he has in the four years of knowing and raising Tails.

The only thing keeping Sonic from lashing out right now is his little brother's small hand resting on top of his own.

He doesn't know how Tails is keeping his composure right now because Chaos knows Sonic's ever-deepening scowl is going to become something these people are always going to associate him with. The kid is acting like the constant insults and accusations don't even affect him — which is, yeah, good! They shouldn't because they're meaningless lies hurled at his way by people who don't even possess a quarter of his IQ. But this is getting out of hand and Sonic doesn't know how long he can tell himself that these words don't matter because they're not aimed at him, they're aimed at his little brother.

His little brother who just so happens to be the smartest, kindest, bravest person in the whole world. His little brother that these people abandoned as a literal baby, starving and abusing him to the point Sonic still has damage left to undo after all these years. His little brother who he will not hear any foul words about.

Tails’ grip on his hand tightens.

He must've noticed the hedgehog's quills sharpening. The kit's signalling him to calm down.

Right… He can't let his anger overcome him now. Not after they're so close to finishing their job here and going back home, hopefully never having to even look in this place's general direction again. He can't forget the actual reason he agreed to talk with these people; to get information since the duo aren't allowed to investigate the situation freely as outsiders.

Fate must really hate Sonic though because it just so happens to be that the guy who can actually give them any valuable information is someone Sonic never thought he'd ever come face to face with in a million years.

Tails’ father.

(He cringes internally, oh how wrong it feels to refer to the man as his kid's father.)

The resemblance between father and son is uncanny; no matter how much Sonic tries to tell himself this guy is just another fox, he can never convince himself as such. Not when he has the same ocean blue eyes, sparkling with wisdom and tactic. The same shade of orange fur dissolves into dark browns and blacks at the tips of his ears and between his eyes. The way he talks, the way he sits, the way he moves and the way his singular tail swishes behind him gently. His voice, his manners, his accent, his tone — it's all Tails.

It's infuriating. 

It feels unsettling.

Because this man is so unlike his little brother that he feels uneasy under his gaze, that shade of soft blue doesn't deserve to hold such contempt and malice in it. His facial features resemble Tails’ so much and yet he scowls and sneers where the kit is always laughing and smiling — the man may be related to his little brother and his little brother may have gotten his appearance from the older fox but there's definitely a stark contrast between them. The difference between one's unforgiving cruelty and the other's mellow kindness is shocking when placed side by side.

“That's the most I can tell you at this hour,” the man says as if he's granted them great knowledge when barely any of what he just said was something other than an insult directed towards Tails, “I wish I could do more to help you but as the village's rules stand, there's very little I can allow you to do here when you've brought that thing along, Mr. Hedgehog.”

For whatever reason, people on Westside Island like to tell Sonic that they would've helped him as much as they can if it wasn't for the fact that he brought his partner with him. They're so adamant that everything would've been such a streamlined process if it was only Sonic asking to investigate the village. 

As if.

He knows talking back to the man would later have Tails scolding him but the temptation is too great to not jab at the nonchalant fox, “You know, maybe you wouldn't have all these problems suddenly spiking up if you didn't treat a literal child like some thing to be disposed of.”

“I believe you don't understand our history at all.” The guy has the audacity to sigh, “Treating a curse as a child is welcoming death with open arms. In fact, I believe all these problems are suddenly spiking up because you decided to bring that freak back here.”

And oh boy, that makes Sonic’s left eye twitch in a way that gives away the fact that he's about to throw hands.

He would've too, if it weren't for the sudden surprise of Tails standing up to his father.

“I'm not a freak…” His voice is small, but so so certain and it makes Sonic's heart swell with pride. A small smile graces the hedgehog's muzzle as he gives Tails’ hand a squeeze.

Unfortunately, the moment is short lived.

Because of course Tails’ father has something to shoot them down with again.

“And is that why your mother died, Miles? Is that how you're going to kill Sonic too?”

The room goes silent.

Sonic feels Tails' vice-like grip on his hand tightens to the point it must've hurt at those words. He can feel the kit's claws through his gloves, as he holds Sonic's hand like his life depends on it.

Instinctively, Sonic turns his head just enough to take a look at the younger boy sitting to his left.

Tails has his head hanging low, his bangs cast a shadow upon his eyes but Sonic still catches sight of big, fat tears rolling down his muzzle.

And that's it.

That's the final straw.

Sonic doesn't know what overcomes him next.

His mind goes blank for a moment as his body moves on its own, taking his hand away from Tails and putting his entire weight into his fist as his curled up hand connects with the older fox's jaw with such force it knocks him out of his chair, leaving him disgracefully sprawled on the wooden floor. A pained noise escapes the man as he crashes down with the chair he's been sitting on and oh, is it music to Sonic's ears.

The older fox holds his muzzle, his glove staining red as Sonic takes a slow and calculated step forward — a dangerous aura surrounds the hedgehog, emerald green glinting with so much hatred and ill intent that it sends shivers running down the man's spine.

Sonic raises his fist again and Chaos knows he wouldn't have let the fox scramble with just a few punches, he doubts the man could even get up on his own after what Sonic wants to do to him but fate seems to be in the fox's favour as Tails grabs Sonic's upper arm and effectively pulls him back.

“Sonic, stop it!” The kit still has tears in his eyes, his voice cracks a bit but he manages to mask it well in favour of stopping his older brother from possibly committing first degree murder.

Tails drags Sonic back to his side but the hedgehog still has his murderous glare fixated on the older fox who has barely managed to even sit back up on the floor.

“That's enough, we're leaving. Come on.” Tails speaks fast, his eyes dashing between Sonic and the door as takes a big step and tries to pull his older brother with him. Except Sonic doesn't budge, still glaring down at his father who has denied to match him with one of his own. Tails looks at the hedgehog, almost pleading if it weren't for his stern tone, “Sonic.”

The addressed hedgehog opens his mouth to say something, seemingly to the older mobian but decides against it when he feels Tails pull at his hand again.

Sonic lets out a huff, brows knitting.

He disregards his anger and frustration to listen to Tails — Tails wants to leave, he's clearly too uncomfortable in here for Sonic to be pulling these stunts.

“Let's go.” Sonic says, interlocking his fingers with Tails’ as they both leave the place.

Mr. Prower thinks things would've been better if Sonic didn't bring Tails with him? If it weren't for Tails, Sonic would've made sure Tails actually didn't have a father anymore.

[knuckleheadsandtails]

Tails and Bath time

Drabble Prompt: Warm

Characters: Maddie, Tom and Tails.

He loves baths. Bubble baths are even better. He used to hate bathing because of how cold the stream was by his small cabin at the edge of the village, his fur taking forever to clean and dry. He was often jealous of the others in the village who would help each other groom each other and care for their fur. 

Now though? Not long after the final battle and the new team had made it home Maddie took charge and ordered all the boys to clean up and have a health check. Tails found himself being placed in a warm bubble bath as Maddie carefully brushed through his fur with a comb, checking for cuts or bruises as she helped him wash up. And since then he would look forward to bath time, with Maddie or Tom sitting with him as they brushed through his fur and talked about whatever project he had been working on. And then be bundled up in a warm towel and cuddled in front of the tv while he dried.

All drabble and HC are free to use in fics/Art! Just tag/@ me so I can read/see them!

[anglbunny]

APHRODISIAC

♡. multi, smut mdni, Aphrodisiac

It starts off normal.

He’d been complaining about a headache, digging through the drawer near your bed.

You barely glanced up when he popped a pill and downed it with lukewarm water. Said he found something and flopped onto the couch with a sigh.

But ten minutes later, something’s… off.

He’s fidgety. Restless.

Keeps adjusting himself in his sweats. Tugging his hoodie off with a grunt, brows furrowed like he’s irritated—then glancing at you with this look.

Flushed. Intense. Hungry.

“Babe…” he mutters, voice unusually low. “I don’t feel right.”

He leans into you like his skin’s burning. His hand brushes your thigh, lingers. Then again. And again.

And then suddenly, it’s in your lap. Warm. Heavy.

“It’s hot,” he breathes. “Why’s it so hot in here?”

You blink, confused—until he shifts, and you feel it. His cock, hard as a rock through his sweats, grinding slow into your thigh like it’s involuntary. His breathing’s ragged. Shaky.

“My head’s spinning,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. “Everything feels tight. I just—I need to touch you, I can’t think.”

It clicks too late.

You rush over to the drawer—pull it open—and there it is. The bottle.

Definitely not Tylenol.

You spin back toward him just in time to see him running a hand through his hair, chest heaving. He looks up at you with wild eyes.

“What did I take?” he asks, voice hoarse. “I feel like I’m losing my mind. You smell so good I think I’m gonna fuckin’ break.”

You don’t even answer before he’s grabbing you—pulling you into his lap, kissing you hard. It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet.

It’s needy.

He groans into your mouth when your legs fall open across his thighs, when your hips grind down and make him feel everything.

“Oh my god—fuck—baby—don’t do that. I’ll cum in my pants like this,” he whimpers, breath hot against your neck. “I don’t think I can hold it…”

But he still lets you ride him through the fabric, lets you tease him until his hands are shaking and he’s begging into your skin

“Please. I need to be inside you. I need to cum. I need you so bad, it hurts.”

And when you finally give in?

He nearly cries.

Not from pain—

From relief.

Because the second he’s buried in you, flushed to the hilt, he gasps like he’s been pulled from drowning.

“You feel so fucking good, I can’t— I can’t stop—”

And he doesn’t.

His hips never stop moving, grinding into you like he’s high.

Your name falls from his lips like a mantra. Every breath is ragged. Every moan, feral.

And when you cum? He follows, gripping your hips so tight it leaves marks—body shuddering as he spills inside you with a strangled groan.

But it doesn’t end there.

Because five minutes later, his cock twitches again, and he’s still hard.

“One more,” he whispers, eyes glazed. “Just one more. I swear.”

You don’t believe him.

And you’re right.

Because he ends up taking you again. And again.

Until you’re breathless, boneless, dazed and aching—and he’s still flushed, still whining for more, voice cracked and ruined.

“Can’t stop,” he pants, kissing your throat with trembling lips. “You’re like a fucking drug, baby. I need another hit…”

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A/n: was thinking about this for a while

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[Masterlist]

[cambion-companion]

Wearing His Shirt

Was literally about to go to sleep and was stomped by the idea of Tav wearing only Raphael's shirt, sleepily coming out of the Boudoir to bother him while he drafts a contract.

Raphael x reader (cause I cannot for the life of me write 3rd person) | Drabble

You rolled onto your back, tangled amidst silken sheets upon Raphael's bed. The cambion with whom you'd shared the night was no longer curled beside you. Your skin was still dewed from the heat of his home, the raging fireplaces did nothing to ease the discomfort.

You got up, the marble floor offering a cool touch against your bare feet as you padded towards the doors. Blearily rubbing your eyes, you stooped on your way and picked up a garment which slid easily over your head and gave you a modicum of modesty. A luxurious cotton shirt acting as a tunic upon your body, filling your awakening senses with the musk of your devil.

"Raphael?" You called quietly, the halls outside his protected room still gave you the creeps. You made your way as stealthily as possible towards the light behind the door of his study.

The smell of old parchment hit your nostrils as you eased your way inside and saw Raphael working away at his desk, the clink of metal and glass as he dipped a quill into ink. Raphael marked your entry and raised his hellfire eyes, a brow quirking as he took in your appearance.

"Your own apparel no longer suffices, I take it." Raphael took off his scholarly spectacles, an accessory more affectation than necessity. He leaned back in his seat and reached out to you, a wordless command for you to approach.

You moved into reach and yelped softly as his large hand grasped the front of the shirt you wore and tugged you sharply. You braced your hands against the expanse of Raphael's chest, unsure if you saw disapproval or desire burning in his infernal eyes.

"That is my shirt, sweetling." Raphael rubbed the fabric between finger and thumb, admiring how it fell to the top of your thighs. His tail snaked round your leg, and you jerked at the unexpected sensation.

"You were hardly using it." You protested, gasping when you felt his tail squeeze in response. "It was dark...I wasn't paying attention."

"I hardly am so spiteful as to begrudge you." Raphael took your face in his hand pressing his thumb to your lips, quelling your speech. "Quite the contrary, I could get used to a vision such as this. You are mine, after all." He grinned and kept holding your face firmly as his tail slowly coiled higher. "Brace yourself on the table, pet. You served me a sweet distraction I intend on taking full advantage of."

[whereisthemask]

Wachowski bro shenanigans

Just a very short random stream of consciousness bit of Wachowski family bonding (below the cut)

-

“What’s going on here?” Tom asked with a smile as he and Maddie returned to the clearing where they’d had their picnic earlier in the day, Ozzie excitedly running up to nuzzle Sonic’s hand.

“Knuckles is training us in sneak attacks,” Sonic smirked, looking over at the red echidna standing on alert several feet away, “Well, he was. Now Tails is just trying to sneak up on him. This is attempt numero…ah, I lost count.”

Maddie and Tom exchanged a small smile and a shrug. Their boys played games ranging from totally normal to truly bizarre. This was pretty low on the bizarre scale, comparatively speaking.

There was a rustle in the trees up ahead, Knuckles looking sharply towards the sound, and another a few seconds later.

And then suddenly a bundle of orange fluff dropped down on top of him from the opposite direction, laughing with delight, “Haha! You’ve been snuck!”

“Oh no!” Knuckles cried dramatically, “I have indeed been snuck! I am dishonoured! I must have vengeance!”

He suddenly reached up and began to tickle Tails, making him giggle and fall off Knuckles onto the ground, where Knuckles continued to tickle the young fox.

“Nooo!” Tails gasped between laughs, “Sonic, help!”

Sonic broke into a grin, patting Ozzie on the head, “Sorry, Oz. I gotta go save my lil’ bro! Comin’ in hot!”

In a flash, he had tackled the echidna off Tails and the two proceeded to playfully wrestle each other. As always, Sonic didn’t use his full speed and Knuckles didn’t use his full strength, the two holding back just a bit less than they did with Tails.

The fox laughed, “Don’t worry! I’m gonna help!”

Who Tails was helping was a mystery. He mostly just seemed to intent on jumping on them both, or maybe going in for a group hug. Their youngest son really liked hugs.

Maddie smiled fondly, leaning into her husband and wrapping an arm around his waist.

She loved moments like these. No danger, nothing getting destroyed, none of them suffering from the anxieties and fears that came from the difficult pasts they’d all endured. Just her family, together, enjoying a day in the woods on a warm, sunny day.

“Come on, kids!” Tom called out over the ongoing game, “Gotta get going now if we wanna get to the store for popcorn before it closes.”

“Movie night with no popcorn?!” Sonic cried dramatically, “We gotta motor!”

“Yeah!” Tails laughed, flying up excitedly. Maddie was starting to think flying when he was happy was instinctive.

“The floor is lava!” Sonic yelled, jumping upwards, Tails automatically catching him.

“Deception!” Knuckles declared, and jumped up to grab Sonic’s ankles, drawing a yelp from both the fox and the hedgehog.

“Both of you? Really?” Tails muttered, breathless but amused.

“You said you wanted to work your tails out more,” Sonic replied, “Think I’m gonna be twice as tall by the time we get to the car.”

“And my arms are gonna be twice as long…”

“Are we even moving forward?” Knuckles teased, “I do not feel I am moving at all.”

“Maybe if you weren’t a million percent muscle…” Tails replied, then fell silent as he focused on the effort of carrying both his brothers at the same time.

He didn’t quite make it even halfway to the car before setting them gently down and collapsing, only for Knuckles to lift him up and carry him on his shoulders, declaring his effort to have been “Valiant for one so very small.”

“Feels like they’ve been brothers forever, doesn’t it?” Tom smiled fondly over at their kids, laughing together as Sonic ran a couple of rings around Knuckles and Tails.

“It really does,” Maddie slipped her hand into his, “They got used to it more quickly than I thought.”

“Is that a mark of our good parenting, or their adaptability?”

“Both?”

“I’ll take both.”

“Mom, dad! Who’s turn is it to pick the movie tonight?” Sonic called over as they approached the car.

“Knuckles!” Maddie called back, then at a more normal volume when they got to the kids, “Any thoughts on what you wanna watch, Knuckles?”

“Wade has informed me that I must watch the films of the Quentin Tarantino.”

Tom suppressed a grimace, “Uh…well, they’re probably up your street, but maybe not for family movie night.”

“They’re a bit too violent for an 8 year old,” Maddie added.

The kid had seen real life violence before, sure, but that didn’t mean he should have seen it. Or been part of it.

“It’s okay,” Tails piped up, hopping off Knuckles’ shoulders into the back of the truck, “I don’t mind going upstairs or to the garage to work on my inventions if Knuckles wants to watch one of those films.”

“No way, little bro!” Sonic jumped in after him, wrapping an arm around the kit’s shoulders, “It’s family movie night. That means all the family, you included. Knux can watch Tarantino films another time and pick something with less graphic violence for tonight. Like a Bond film or superhero movie…oooh! What about Pacific Rim? Got action, massive monster dudes, and giant robots! Trust me, Knux, you’ll love it! The fight scenes are awesome! And Tails will probably be taking notes on the mech stuff!”

“I accept the recommendation!” Knuckles declared, leaping into the truck to drape an arm around both the fox and hedgehog, making the kit laugh, his shame at being ‘too young’ for the first suggestion overcome by amusement, “Let us watch the rim of pacific!”

As she got into the car, Maddie caught the proud smile Tom gave Sonic at his quick thinking. Choosing a film that Knuckles would really enjoy, but that wouldn’t leave Tails out. Their first kid really had matured a lot in just a short space of time.

Sonic was really good at looking out for his brothers, and generally on point when it came to picking out games, TV and films that Tails and Knuckles would like, and Pacific Rim was no exception.

Knuckles sat forward on the couch and cheered or narrated through the fight sequences, while Tails’ features lit up with excitement at all the mechanical stuff, occasionally accompanied by a quiet exclamation of “Woah!” or “So cool!”

The kids went to bed chattering about the film, Sonic and Knuckles acting some of the fight moves of the robots on the way towards the attic, Tails musing about if the Jaegers could even work in real life.

“We might hafta put an upper size limit on his inventions,” Tom whispered, “Ideally before he builds a Jaeger.”

-

[raccoonbug]

These kids were filthy, Eggman swears.

Sonic was easy enough to care for. Quills we’re easy to manage, and with such short fur, knots brushed out easily.

Tails, though?

It drove Eggman crazy. At first, he’d wanted to leave the kit alone, to allow his youngest the chance to manage his fur himself. At this point, though, it was getting ridiculous. Long gold fur tangled horrifically, with the white wisps along his muzzle slowly looking more like a birds nest was glued to his face. Honestly, it’s a miracle the boy hadn’t started matting!

Thankfully, Robotnik had purchased a brush for just this situation.

That’s how they’d gotten here. Tails sat perched in the man’s lap, fiddling anxiously with his namesakes. Eggman was poised behind him with a detangling brush made for the fox’s fur.

“You’ll be fine, my boy.” Eggman reassured, giving the kit a soft pat on the head. “I’ll be careful not to pull, and you’ll feel much better once I’m done.”

Tails nodded, but stayed quiet. The only person who’d ever brushed him before was Sonic, and the hoglet didn’t ever do things like this thoroughly. Besides, helping with fur was usually meant for families.

Did Eggy see them as family?

The thought made the kit happy. Finally having a whole family set tiny fireworks off in the boys heart. Meeting Sonic, his brother in all but blood, had done much the same.

At the same, though, he felt nervous. Did Eggman truly see them as family? Or was this a was to make the boys less of a hassle while they lived here? Was this permanent? Would Eggman cast him aside, too? Would the doctor leave him all alone, just as his parents had four years ago?

Before he could continue spiraling, Eggman’s brush made contact with his fur. The man was as gentle as he could be, brush peeling knots out of fur like a peeler did skin off of vegetables. Gloved hands tug-tug-tugged at particularly stubborn knots, each time met with a soft whine. This sound was answered with soft hushing, and careful hands soothing the area, before the brushing continued

For Eggman, it was almost hypnotic. A soothing, repetitive motion to calm his usually racing thoughts. Privately, he thought it felt nice, being able to care for someone who meant so much to him. Not like the scientist would ever admit to the parental feelings blossoming in his chest like flowers in the sunlight.

On Tails’ end, the brushing was a bit irritating at first. The tugging hurt, even if it was only a little, and he didn’t like staying still so long. He wanted the doctor to hurry up, to get this over with so the six year old could get up and go play.

Then the humming started.

Soft melodies drifted into the kit’s ears. He couldn’t place the tune, but it soothed his fraying nerves. Tails could feel Eggman’s chest rumble with the soft sound, and as the tender care continued, the boy began to be lulled.

The doctor brushed and brushed for what felt like hours, until no more knots could be found squirreled away in his youngest’s dense coat. For a moment, he looked the boy over, pride swelling in his chest at the sight of the kit looking so clean and well-kept.

Only as Eggman made to move, though, did he realize. The kit, now leaning heavily against his chest, was sound asleep, purring all the while.

He supposed it made sense. This sort of thing was usually soothing for mobians, and Eggman had had to hold the boy just a touch forward for the last twenty minutes to properly brush his back.

Well, he thought, it couldn’t be helped. Best to let the boy sleep. Eggman would likely be stuck here for a while until the kit woke up.

…wait.

…

…

He had to use the bathroom.

[max-nico]

Sonic knows a lot of things, Tails thinks.

Tails knows a lot of things too, but Sonic seems to know everything about everything. He knows all about places, and people, and even planes—one of Tails' favorite things right now. Sonic always knows what to say and how to say it, and Tails still stumbles over his words with all the grace a five year old has.

Today, Sonic said a word that Tails is unfamiliar with. Sonic has said it multiple times before, every time with a soft voice and a specific facial expression that makes Tails want to cry. The one where his eyes lose that flighty sharpness he always carries, and his smile falls into something less playful and more gentle.

Today Tails repeats that word. It's nowhere near a perfect pronunciation, honestly the word is barely distinguishable from gibberish, but Sonic just repeats it slower. He's patient, something Tails always has been and something Sonic had to learn.

He asks Sonic what the word means.

Sonic shrugs, he doesn't know. Just a word he picked up, because Sonic is very good with language. It's something he's overheard a few times, he claims, because Sonic is very observant. Families say it to each other, and Sonic says Tails is his family so he likes to say it to him.

Something in the little Fox's chest moves, it's a bit jarring and a little painful, but it's hard to focus on.

Tails decides he will learn this word if it kills him. If Sonic—who is literally the smartest person Tails knows, and because of their adventures Tails knows a lot of people—says this word means family it must be true.

And if Sonic decides to use that word to talk to Tails, and by proxy decides that Tails is his family? Well, that must be true too.