sth oneshots

mornings 💕💥

20.04.2025 → 12:53p.m. // 04.05.2025 → 13:24p.m.

im back with food sorry for the inactivity i promise i will try to cook more

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Sonic, sat on the bed, back pressed against fluffed up pillows next to his boyfriend, curled one hand around Shadow's waist.

Shadow huffed, the hem of his t-shirt pushed up ever so slightly, Sonic's fingers tickling down his skin. Flushed and hot. He tried to ignore the sensation, his eyes trained on Sonic's phone.

Sonic held his phone with one hand, the other pulling Shadow closer and closer with every shift of his position. Shadow shifted a little, Sonic's fingers dug closer, earning him a soft whine each time.

Sonic hummed, content, nuzzling his cheek against Shadow's forehead. The other was slumped down, unable to fully shift himself since Sonic didn't quite allow it. Didn't try to accommodate it.

"How you feeling?" Sonic asked, in a teasing, singsong tone, his tail wagging hard against the ruffled cotton sheets.

Shadow responded with a flirting huff, shifting a little to lay on his side. And he slumped again, once again returning to that half-assed position that Sonic wanted him in.

"Fine," he said, his ear flicking in interest as Sonic scrolled on his phone again, revealing a parody of Shadow's favourite series.

Sonic, uninterested, scrolled past, only to be interrupted by his boyfriend. Shadow returned to the video, watching, pupils wide and leaning into Sonic's chest more than the bed now.

Sonic took this chance, curling his body slightly in an awkward position, pecking Shadow's forehead. Shadow didn't react too much, his ears relaxing and reddening ever so slightly. Sonic could feel his own clothes pooling beneath his back from the position, which was obviously uncomfortable.

While Shadow watched that 2 minute long reel, Sonic pondered.

How did they get into this position? He never saw himself as one to just... settle down. To stop and slow down. He wanted to keep moving, chase that heightened adrenaline, explore the world under the guidance of mother nature. He didn't expect himself to just... get a property, settle in, and kiss a boyfriend good night, or, in this case, good morning. Maybe because he matured a little too much after a bout of C-PTSD and Shadow giving him an earful, which made him slow down a little.

Not that he doesn't explore. He still does, and always will, but ever since he announced his relationship with Shadow with the crew in a private party, everything changed. He wasn't requested for missions anymore, the Robotnik had the damn nerve to retire, Amy began chasing a particular princess of her own instead of flirting with him with her hammer.

But he had to admit. This was relaxing.

So relaxing, that he had to always get Shadow down on his knees, his hands, his back. To find his adrenaline, to get his blood pumping like he would during endangering adventures, to sweat.

All this lack of adventure made him restless, insufferable, sometimes annoying. And a little dangerous if he'd forgotten his medication, or if he had gotten drunk.

Shadow never minded it when Sonic went out for crazed runs, in the midst of incurable, hardheaded boredom, Sonic screaming his lungs out in nature to release pent up unused energy, rustling leaves and kicking dirt up into their apartment after a bite sized, simplified mission. Sonic had always cleaned it up, and always made time for the both of them either way, so it was a win-win: Sonic having fun, Shadow never having to worry.

But Sonic sometimes wondered. Had Shadow never gotten irritated? Sonic was always coming back home, a fresh new cuisine up his sleeve, new taste of music from rural islands, a changed but short-term hairstyle, a new set of skills depending on whatever Sonic had gotten himself hyperfixated on in the span of a few days, maybe even mastered a new musical instrument. He was quirky, fucking restless and a yapper.