Sonilver + flirting, if you would like to write more for them?
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Sonic watches Silver putter around in his garden until he notices him doing the same thing over and over and thinks, okay, that's enough of that. He gets up, stretches, and says, "Let's take a break for a bit. Go for a run, maybe get something to eat. The garden will still be here when we come back."
Silver sighs, looking forlornly at a drooping seedling. For a moment it seems as if he'll refuse, but he eventually gets up. He's a little flushed from the sun, the red visible even through his fur. The quills on his head are slightly damp with sweat. It's a surprisingly good look on him.
"Yeah, alright," Silver says. He pulls off his gardening gloves, then wipes some of the sweat off his face with his forearm. "Let me just put some stuff away and we can go."
Sonic taps his foot as he waits for Silver to finally be done. Eventually Silver finishes putting his gardening equipment away and comes to a stop beside Sonic. "Ready!"
There's a streak of dirt on his forehead, left there when he wiped his sweat away. Sonic chuckles and reaches out to wipe it off. "Not quite." He scrubs at the dirt, stepping in a bit closer to get it all off.
He doesn't realize just how close he's gotten until he drops his arm and suddenly notices him and Silver are practically nose to nose. Having people in his personal space usually bothers Sonic a bit, but for some reason he doesn't feel any urge to step away.
Silver doesn't seem bothered by the proximity either. If anything he's leaning into it, peering intently at Sonic's face.
Okay, that's a little uncomfortable. Sonic opens his mouth, but only gets as far as uh before Silver interrupts him.
"Your eyes are really pretty."
Sonic's thoughts come to a screeching halt. His mind is blank for one second, two—and then he steps back, rubbing at his nose in an effort to hide the flush he can feel rising on his muzzle. "Eh? What are you saying?"
Silver blinks at him. The picture of innocence. "Did I say something wrong? I just meant they're a nice shade of green. I'd be happy if the grass in my garden were that color."
Oh, geez. "You can't just—say stuff like that without warning," Sonic says. He turns his face away, looking into the distance. "Somebody will get the wrong idea one of these days."
"The wrong idea?" Silver parrots. When Sonic glances his way, he looks confused, ears dropping slightly.
Sonic sighs. "Never mind. Just—come on. I know a nice route to a place where we can get good food."
He heads off with only a short glance back to make sure Silver is following—which means he completely misses the smug grin spreading across Silver's face.
based on siggie's merhog silver au bc i fuck with that
Sonic pauses with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth, a slice of tuna sashimi held between them. He's being watched—which isn't an uncommon occurrence when he's on the pier, but this time the gaze affixed to his face is particularly intense.
The merhog's iridescent eyes are aimed unerringly at his face. They never actually close; when it blinks its eyes are momentarily covered by a translucent film that clearly still allows it to see. That level of intense scrutiny definitely took some getting used to when the merhog first pulled himself halfway out of the water next to Sonic's seat at the pier. Even now it's a little much, sometimes.
Sonic looks hesitantly between his chopsticks and the merhog. "Do you want some?" He moves the chopsticks in the merhog's direction. After a second has passed without it taking the proffered food, Sonic frowns. "Or is that, like, canniba—"
In a flash, the merhog leans forward and snatches the fish from between the chopsticks. Sonic gets his first good look at its teeth when it does so—and it kind of takes his breath away.
The merhog's mouth is full of not just one, but several rows of razor sharp teeth. It reminds Sonic of other sea creatures he's seen: anglerfish, moray eels, even sharks. Definitely not the teeth of a herbivore; this guy is a predator, through and through.
It's not really surprising, then, that the merhog bites off much more than just the piece of tuna; most of Sonic's chopsticks come with it, taken cleanly off by the merhog's bite.
Sonic watches it eat. It doesn't even chew, just swallows the entire thing in one gulp. Sonic spares a moment of concern for the wooden chopsticks the merhog just swallowed—but before he can really start to worry, the merhog makes a sound like a cat hacking up a hairball and spits the pieces of wood onto the pier.
"Okay..." Sonic says slowly. He sets his now useless chopsticks down without looking away from the merhog. "So, clearly eating fish isn't a problem for you."
The merhog, as always, doesn't answer. All it does is tilt its head slightly to the side, eyes going milky as it blinks. And why wouldn't it? Just because Sonic now knows it could easily take a chunk out of him doesn't mean it couldn't do that before. If the merhog was going to attack him, it would have.
Still. It's probably stupid—not to mention incredibly dangerous—for Sonic to do what he does next. He can't help it; he wants another look at those teeth.
He picks up another piece of sashimi between his fingers and holds it out. After another moment of stillness the merhog moves to take it again—but Sonic moves before it can, hooking the fingers of his free hand around its cheek and pulling its mouth open.
The merhog stares at him with an expression Sonic can't interpret as anything other than confusion. Still, he knows better than to assume the merhog behaves the same way mobians do, and for a second his adrenaline spikes as he thinks I'm absolutely going to get my fucking fingers bitten off.
He doesn't. If anything the merhog opens its mouth even wider, tilting its head back to give Sonic a better view. His tongue looks surprisingly similar to Sonic's own, aside from the grayish-blue color—but when he twists it to lick at the fingers in his mouth it feels surprisingly hard, kind of rigid. Fascinated, Sonic releases the merhog's cheek and presses two fingers against that tongue, stroking across the surface of it. Then, because the merhog still isn't showing any signs of biting his hand off, he runs the tips of his fingers along the sharp edges of its teeth.
It's at that moment that Sonic thinks what the fuck am I doing? and withdraws his hand. "Sorry," he says, even though the merhog can't understand him. "Here." He tosses the fish in the merhog's direction. It goes slightly wide; Sonic is expecting the merhog to dive for it, but instead the piece gets enveloped by a sort of teal energy and floats gently into the merhog's mouth.
Yeah. Yeah, okay. Might as well. Sonic's life is already weird enough with a mythical creature hanging around all the time. Why shouldn't it have telekinetic powers?
Pls write about silver. Do a writing warm up about silver. Based on the research I've done on the way sonic treats time travel silver exsists as an entity outside of time. The future is his home yes but they don't remember him. When the future changes he is no longer of that place. Silver is functionally a paradox. So much angst potential....
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Silver grows up in a desolate wasteland ravaged by flames—until one day it's not. He doesn't know what changed, but he has this strange feeling like he should know. It feels like waking up from a dream; the more he tries to hold onto the memory he thinks he should have, the faster it slips through his fingers.
He asks around, expecting at least somebody to know what happened to Iblis—but nobody does. More worryingly, nobody seems to know what he's talking about when he mentions Iblis at all. No flames, no wasteland, no monsters. It's like their memories somehow all got erased—or like Silver made it all up. Like he just hallucinated his entire childhood.
That sense of familiarity, like he should remember something, returns when he goes back in time. He meets a blue hedgehog and has the sense that he knows him. The feeling is fleeting, lasting barely more than a second, but it lingers during the entire situation with Eggman Nega.
By the time it's over, he has a lot more respect for Sonic and Shadow. More, possibly, than is warranted; he blamed his confidence on entrusting the past to them on the feeling of familiarity that, throughout this all, has continued to linger. Deciding to trust his gut, he returns to the future—
—and finds it different. It's subtle: people he was friends with treat him more like a casual acquaintance, strangers call him by name, and his favorite restaurant is suddenly on the corner instead of the middle of the street.
It takes some time, but Silver adjusts. When it's needed, he travels to the past again—and when he returns to the present, the world is in ruins. The world is destroyed, overrun by Eggman's robots, all signs of nature wiped out.
Silver returns to the past, determined to fix this. He arrived to find months if not years have passed for his friends. There's no time to dwell on that, though; Sonic has been captured, Eggman is taking over, and the resistance is only doing so much. He has to focus on that.
They fight, and they win, and Silver returns to his own time certain everything will be fixed—
—and finds a dead world. A metallic facsimile of nature, of the earth, but nothing living. Everything is quiet, and he's alone.
Once more Silver returns to the past to fix things. It takes a certain amount of effort, but he manages. When he checks up on his own time, it's better than ever before. A utopia, or as near to it as he ever imagined it could get.
...But it's not his world. So much has changed that he no longer belongs. He moves through the days like a duck through water; interacting with but utterly unaffected by his environment.
When next he returns to the past, he lingers. He doesn't have any real reason to stay, doesn't feel like he really fits in here either—but it's not like he has anywhere else to go.
Werehog Sonic x Knuckles?
could be freaky could be fluffy, whichever you please
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Knuckles squirms, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the ground. He can't even tell if he's trying to get closer or move away from Sonic's touch. His hands are huge on Knuckles waist, hot, at once overwhelming and not enough.
"Stop teasing," Knuckles mutters. "Just put it in."
Sonic chuckles from behind him, throaty and low. "Chill, Knux. I'll split you apart if I don't stretch you first."
That's—probably true, loathe as Knuckles is to admit it. He's seen Sonic's dick in this form; huge doesn't even begin to describe it. It's like the size of his entire forearm, possibly even thicker around. Knuckles needs it inside more than he's probably needed anything ever before.
"Then stretch me already, but don—nnngh." The high-pitched whine slips out before he can stop it. He stuffs his knuckles into his mouth and bites down to muffle the sound when Sonic repeats his previous maneuver, licking a filthy stripe across his hole.
His tongue is hot and wet with saliva. It's also fucking big probably as wide as the palm of Knuckles' hand. The tip is only slightly thinner, as Knuckles finds out when Sonic dips it into his hole. Even while biting down on his hand, Knuckles can't quite keep himself from gasping.
Sonic chuckles again. With his tongue still pressed against Knuckles hole, he can feel the vibrations against him. That tears another moan from him, then a frustrated groan when Sonic pulls away.
"Sonic, don't—"
Sonic shushes him. Before Knuckles can continue to complain, he sets the tip of his tongue against Knuckles' rim and starts pushing in, in, in—
Knuckles gasps again, then falls silent as his breath hitches around the burning stretch of being split open. Sonic's tongue is thick, hot, wet, and it goes on for-fucking-ever, until it's so deep Knuckles is sure it won't be able to go any further—and even then, still, it keeps going.
Knuckles bites down hard enough to break the skin. The pain distracts him momentarily, just long enough that he manages to gather his thoughts into something resembling a coherent sentence.
"Sonic, what's... what is—oh, fuck—"
Sonic laughs again, and this time Knuckles can feel the vibrations inside. It feels like he's vibrating out of his skin, like his brain is leaking straight out of his ear from pleasure.
He attempts to push himself up on his elbows, to look between his legs at Sonic and find out what the fuck is happening—and gets distracted by the sight of his stomach bulging, extending around Sonic's fucking tongue.
Knuckles' vision swims. He feels like he's going to pass out. At the same time, some part of his wonders: if this is what Sonic's tongue feels like, his dick might actually kill him.
I came back to your blog to see you're married!! Congratulations!! :DD
Absolutely love your drabbles! Sonilver + touch perhaps?
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Silver knows Sonic isn't the most tactile person. High fives or fist bumps are usually okay, and so is the occasional slap on the back. Longer touches depend on the day. Hugs are pretty much off the table entirely unless Sonic initiates—which happens very, very rarely.
It's difficult, for Silver. He grew up entirely alone in a desolate wasteland; casual affectionate touching is still a novelty for him, and he wants as much of it as he can get. It makes it hard to remember Sonic doesn't necessarily want to be touched.
What makes it even more difficult is that Sonic does touch him, sometimes. When they're having sex he has his hands all over Silver, grabbing and stroking and squeezing any part of his body he can reach. Then when it's over he just—rolls off, or moves out from under Silver. Sometimes he even gets up entirely.
It's confusing, to say the least. Silver doesn't really know where the limits lie—so he figures it's better if he just lets Sonic initiate every form of touch. He keeps his distance unless Sonic gets close and touches him first—which, almost without fail, leads to sex.
So it's a bit of a surprise when Sonic sits down next to Silver while he's taking a break from gardening, much closer than he usually would—and then just does nothing. This would usually be the time where he'd place a hand on Silver's jaw to turn his head and drag him into a kiss, or push him down flat on the bench and climb on top of him, but...
Now he just sits there, just barely not touching. Silver can feel the heat of his body all along his side, the static charge between them that sets his fur on edge. He stiffens, scared any movement on his part will push their arms together and drive Sonic away.
"Um," Silver says. "Hi?"
"Hey," Sonic says. He turns his head in Silver's direction, a bright smile on his face.
Silver frowns. "Is something going on? If someone needs help, I can—"
Sonic laughs. "No, nothing like that. Just—figured I'd stop by to say hi while I was in the area."
Silver opens his mouth to say something, still a little confused about why Sonic is here and sitting so close to him—then closes it again when Sonic shifts, just enough to press their pinky fingers together.
He stares down at where their hands are touching. No matter how much he blinks, the sight doesn't change. It's their hands for sure, the length of Sonic's pinky finger pressed against Silver's.
Silver looks back up at Sonic. The blue hedgehog is turned away slightly, looking off in the distance. Silver can't really see his face like this, but it doesn't matter. He can still clearly make out the way Sonic's ears are tilted back slightly in embarrassment, as well as the slight flush just barely visible on the edge of his jaw.
Warmth blooms in Silver's chest. Seems like his patience is paying off. All he had to do was wait for Sonic to come to him.
The first time Amy grabs her hand, Surge nearly jumps out of her skin. She stops and yanks her hand back, cradling it to her before she remembers people can fucking see her and lets it drop.
Amy stops as well, turning to look at Surge with a frown on her face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Surge says, mouth moving on autopilot. Truthfully, nothing is wrong; she maybe hadn't been expecting Amy to drag her bodily towards the room where the rest of her friends were waiting, but other than that it didn't feel bad. The opposite, actually. It felt weirdly...
"Do you not like being touched?"
Surge hesitates. She's never really thought about it before. Ruffling the fur on Kit's head doesn't feel bad, and she imagines the hugs she occasionally sees little kids give Sonic or Tails or Amy after they save them would even feel kind of nice, but this...
Amy's frown deepens. "Sorry. I shouldn't gave just grabbed you like that. Of course you wouldn't like it."
What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Surge is just as capable of having her hand held as anybody else, thank you very much. She's not uniquely weak or fragile—in fact, she's not weak or fragile at all.
"It's fine," she says. She steps forward and tamps down her hesitation as she slides her hand into Amy's.
It's—not anything special. With both of them wearing gloves she can't even feel her body heat. She might as well be holding an inanimate object. And yet...
And yet, the gentle pressure against her palm makes her heart sing. It feels like a missing part of her has suddenly returned. Surge has to resist the urge to tear her gloves off and press her bare paws against Amy's, to hold her hand tightly withing hers and squeeze and never let her go ever again.
A thought bubbles up, unbidden. It's been so long since I last held hands like this. Then, a second thought: Surge has never held hands like this. She doesn't have memories from before Starline cre—before, and she hasn't held hands with anybody since. So—
"Surge?" Amy asks, voice low and concerned.
Surge jolts, abruptly dropping Amy's hand. The feeling fades as soon as she does, leaving Surge feeling more normal. More like herself—and not whoever the hell just wanted to hold hands so badly.
Infinite has defeated the little blue hero. He's taken him as his prisoner, his prize. Without a doubt, he's won—and yet it doesn't feel like it.
Even though he has Sonic locked up and at his mercy, Shadow is still roaming free. He hasn't paid for what he did to Infinite's squad, for what he did to Infinite. Infinite is hyper aware that Shadow could, at any moment, show up to the Death Egg and try to take what's his.
Sonic doesn't help matters. Infinite mostly lets him suffer in silence, in isolation—but when he sleeps, Infinite observes him. The hedgehog talks in his sleep. Not fearful whimpers, as Infinite would have expected, but sweet, slow calls of Shadow's name.
Even when he's not present, Shadow is still somehow taking what's rightfully Infinite's.
Infinite endures it for several weeks before he finally snaps, throwing open the door to Sonic's cell and stalking inside. The blue hedgehog wakes up slowly, blearily blinking his eyes—though he becomes instantly alert when Infinite lifts him roughly by the neck and slams him against the wall.
The air leaves Sonic's lungs in a rush. He gasps audibly as he breathes in, struggling to take in air around the claw clamped against his throat. It's a sweet sound—but it could be sweeter. It could be Shadow's voice, instead.
Infinite toys with the idea of creating an illusion. The phantom ruby would allow him to superimpose Shadow perfectly over the body in his hold. Even without that, he could turn down the lights; the two hedgehogs look enough alike that they could pass for one another in the half-dark.
Unfortunately disrupting Sonic's circadian rhythm by keeping the lights on at all times is an important element in Infinite's plan to break his spirit. He doesn't want to use the ruby, either. Sonic seems to be able to tell when something is fake—and Infinite wants him to feel real fear.
He leans in, pressing harder on Sonic's windpipe. His ragged breaths stutter, then go entirely quiet. Infinite holds himself there for several long seconds, nose practically pressed against the side of Sonic's head. This close, he can smell Shadow all over him; his scent is a claim, invisible hands on Sonic's body telling Infinite in no uncertain terms to back off, he's mine.
As if Infinite would really let that stop him.
He eases up on the pressure on Sonic's throat and leans back to observe him. Sonic is glaring at him fiercely, eyes watering but not truly crying. The expression still makes satisfaction curl in Infinite's stomach—though he'd prefer seeing it on another hedgehog's face.
His imagination will have to do. Infinite closes his eyes and leans in, pressing his lips against Sonic's in a rough kiss. Their shapes are similar enough that he really can pretend it's Shadow—especially when sharp canines attempt to bite him when he forces Sonic's mouth open and slips his tongue inside.
Shadow would react much the same, Infinite thinks. He'd struggle, fight back, maybe even manage to overpower him and—
No. No, Infinite would keep him under control. Shadow will be his to command, to do with as he wishes soon enough. Until then, he'll have to settle for claiming his little boyfriend instead.
Infinite can be patient. No matter how long it takes, he'll get his prize eventually.
It was supposed to just be a friendly spar, but they end up getting carried away like always. Sonic pins Silver down a little harder than he meant to, one foot planted firmly in between his shoulder blades. Silver's breath goes wheezing out of him. Sonic intends to let him up, then, but Silver groans and it's kinda... distracting, so he forgets—
—and ends up getting dragged away by an invisible force, spun around, and slammed into a brick wall face-first. It's far from gentle; the scraping of the brick against his face hurts, the pressure against the back of his head even more so. He opens his mouth to complain, to tell Silver to ease up, but something sparks in the back of his mind so what comes out instead is more.
After the word leaves his mouth, Sonic freezes. Pressed against the wall as he is, he can't see Silver—but he's pretty sure the other hedgehog must have frozen as well. It would be nice if that meant his telekinesis eased up as well, so Sonic could run away and maybe avoid Silver until they both forget about this entire incident.
He isn't that lucky, of course. Silver's telekinetic hold on him remains as strong as ever during the silence that drags over the next few seconds. Finally, voice trembling, Silver says, "More?"
Sonic grimaces instinctively. He recovers a moment later and attempts to laugh it off, a breathless sort of chuckle. "I didn't mean—"
"I can give you more." Silver's voice is still a little shaky—but the hold he has on Sonic is anything but. He increases the pressure, pushing Sonic more firmly against the wall. Bands of force close around Sonic's wrists, just the right side of painful, and wrench his arms back brutally.
Sonic gasps. A shiver wracks his body. He feels, shamefully, his dick start to harder in his pouch. He attempts to shift his hips, to get just a little bit of friction even if a brick wall is anything but comfortable to rut against—only for Silver's telekinesis to close around his hips like a vise and keep him in place.
Sonic has enough time to groan, just once, before he's being forcefully flipped around. His back slams against the wall, just as hard as before, and it's—good. Really good. He's starting to feel a little weak in the knees, might have collapsed if not for Silver holding him up with his mind.
"You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?" Silver asks. He's standing a few steps in front of Sonic, face flushed and eyes shining. "You haven't won yet. If you want something, you better work for it."
Not like Sonic can do anything, with the hold Silver has on him. He tries just for the sake of it—and then he definitely can't do anything anymore, because Silver's telekinesis pushes against his chest and shoulders so hard it starts biting into his collarbones, and the pain is so good Sonic starts to feel a little light-headed.
Who cares about winning anymore, anyway? If this is the rewards he gets, he'd much rather lose.
