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May I request for some headcanons for Sonic x Badnik!Reader?

absolutely <3

You had a job. One job to do and that was it. Your order rang in your mind as you would see the familiar blue blur dash by you with a taunting laugh. It annoyed you.

Every time Sonic got away, Eggman's words and scolding would only make you angrier. Couldn't he see that you were trying your best?! Perhaps maybe Eggman's plans could just... maybe be more thought out??

You noticed how he never attacked you. He would run by you, shoot you a wink and a shit eating grin while he'd punch, roll, and kick other Badniks. He didn't even attempt to try and attack you. On one hand, it would seem like he ignored your existence. But on the other hand, it was life he didn't even want to attack you. Nor did he care. But why?

Once, during a heated battle, he hit a wall too hard, seeing how debris began to fall. His ear quirked, and there you were, seemingly unaware of a piece of metal that would easily cause some tough damage to your head. In a blink of an eye, there he was, holding you in his arms and getting out of the way.

You remember that look in his eye. The care, the worry. The concern. As a Badnik, you knew you were replaceable. You knew that the minute you were destroyed, you'd just be replaced with a newer, cooler version of you. So why did Sonic want to save you so bad?

As he set you down, he gave you another smile and a wink. "Give me a call if you ever need saving, yeah?"

From then on, you were just even more confused.

Perhaps maybe Sonic saw something in you your creator didn't.

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whoa there's a lot of sonic requests-

i will try my best to get to these. but i just wanna say my knowledge is limited on what i can write, and that i only write for ONE fandom per fic, i do not write crossovers.

thank you for your patience <3

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when he comes home - simon riley.

The air of the house is the best thing he could ask for. The familiar scent of a lit candle sat on the oak dining room table, the smell of leftover dinner in the microwave... it grounds him. It welcomes him home quicker than you. Speaking of which, here you come, fresh out of the shower and whispering his name like a prayer.

He envelopes you in his arms. A back crushing hug and his face tucked into either your hair or your neck, where he can inhale the scent of your favorite soap. He also doesn't want you to see his eyes well up and glimmer at the sheer sight of you. The reason why he got rid of his "Do Not Resuscitate" medical card. His body trembles, and he cages you against his body.

When you pull away from him, he can see your face. Your eyes that he dreams of every night, the way your nose scrunches a bit when you smile, and your lips that were made just for him. You're perfect to him. He will never know how he got so lucky.

You give him dinner, his absolute favorite food: a hearty shepherd's pie. Truly, the quickest way to a man's heart was through his stomach. He didn't realize just how much more he ate until after he married you. He remembered how Johnny would laugh and mention how beefier Simon seemed.

He doesn't talk much about what happened while he was gone. He just sits and lets you do all the talking. Whether that be what you've been up to while he's away, or just you telling him how much you missed him.

In the shower, he can't stop kissing you. His hand on your cheek, his other hand pressing you back against the wall. As hot water streams down his scarred back and arms, he can only focus on you. And how long he's been dreaming of coming back to you. Even as he pulls away, he croaks out a tender, "I love you."

When you two lay in bed, he doesn't let you go. He holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back tenderly as you shush and coo him to sleep. You remind him that everything is okay now. And that he's home with you. You're here, and you're never going to leave him.

As he finds himself drifting off to his first good night's sleep in years, and he croaks out another "I love you" to you, as his arms tighten around you.

He's home.

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Question what sonic characters do you write for?

hello!

as of right now, i write for:

Sonic

Shadow

Amy

Rouge

Knuckles

Metal Sonic (Not Neo Metal Sonic)

Espio

Vector

Tails, Cream, and other child characters I do platonic writings! :D

[cybermannete]

𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖩𝖺𝗑 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾..

I'm going to just let you know now to not expect a lot from him. If you have a crush on him, just be prepared for absolutely nothing. Not a lot of fun extravagant dates, surprises, nothing like that.

Jax isn't the guy to immediately crush on someone at first sight. That's just not who he is. After all, he enjoys getting a rise out of people and poking and prodding at what makes them tick. And that includes you.

The only time he'd show any kind of interest is if you seemed to not allow him to get under your skin. Just kind of ignore him, really, and he'll start to maybe have conversations with you. You know, the ones where he doesn't have that shit eating grin on his face.

If you somehow manage to get him to like you, you will become even more of a target for him to play with. Expect jokes, pranks, anything and everything. It's a test to see how much patience you have with him. But he will also try to make you laugh by messing with others. He considers it a win if he makes you laugh.

Don't expect a huge confession under the stars. Your relationship just kind of.. happens. An unspoken "hey we're together now" between you two. And everyone just understands that you both are off limits, though everyone cannot imagine how the *HONK* this happened. You just tell them "He makes me laugh."

Jax will open up to you eventually, and his attitude will soften. When you're in a bad mood, he'll just say *come on, you're prettier when you're smiling* to get a good laugh, before he sits down and he just.. talks. He'll blab on about an adventure he went on, or he'll sit and he'll shit on the other circus members. That's his way of showing he cares.

I know I said to not expect a lot, but if you look really closely at him from across the room, you'll notice his expression soften, and his smile become just a tad bit more genuine. ♡

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𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕀 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣

Date Everything

Dead by Daylight

The Amazing Digital Circus (NSFW will be rare.)

Sonic the Hedgehog (Please no NSFW requests.)

Wicked

Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

This list is subject to change!

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dandelion - betty.

(GIF credit to @taamlok)

For years you've slept on this bed.. and now you're sleeping with the bed..

(contains: smut, heavily implied wlw, betty being a soft dom, reader being a pillow princess)

Betty's sweet voice sounded like pure honey in your ear. A lullaby bringing your mind to a sweet lavender haze as you registered her hand in between your legs in the dark.

"You look so perfect like this, my beloved.. Your skin so flush, and soft.." She punctuated her words with a innocent kiss on your cheek, completely clashing with her fingers circling the aching throb of your clit. You could feel yourself dripping onto the sheets of the bed, mentally cursing yourself since you JUST swapped them this morning. "Aww.. look how wet you are. I can't believe I get to experience you like this.."

You bring a hand up to Betty's rose-colored hair, your fingers brushing through the beautifully cared for curls. The way she looked at you was pure affection, and raw yearning. Your voice came out in a hoarse whisper, laced with the threat of a whimper. "Just for you, Betty.. always.." With those words, you feel Betty's finger slowly push in between the wet hot of your folds, almost like she knew exactly where to go and what to do. Her breath hitched in your ear, and a delightful shudder brushed her form against yours. She was so warm.. so inviting. Like you could fall into her completely.

"Wow.. you're even more perfect on the inside.." Betty giggled against your ear, her hand practically shaking as her finger pumped in and out of you slowly. She relished in your cute gasps, your little squeaks and desperate moans. Betty was caring, and sweet. Even when she was fingering you, she managed to stay tender. "I'm going to add another finger, okay, my love?" She cooed, and when you nodded, you were stretched out more with Betty adding a second finger.

Your back arched, and your lips parted in a shaky moan. Your fingers delicately touched the sheets of your bed, before you gripped them tight. Her fingers worked quicker, lightly curling up to press against that particularly gummy spot inside of you that made you jump and cry out softly. Betty laughed, "Oh.. that's what makes you tick.." Her other hand tilted your chin up, her lips coming down to meet yours.

Her kiss was innocent, and sweet. Her lips tasted like strawberries, and she smelled like fresh laundry. You adored her. She made you feel so safe and loved.. in a way that no one else did. Whether it was protecting you as you slept, or having her fingers plunged deep inside you, Betty always figured out how to make you feel special.

Your hands cupped her face, and she giggled against your lips. Her fingers were going faster, and you could feel that tight feeling deep in your belly build up more and more. You knew that eventually you'd be cumming on her fingers. Were you complaining? Absolutely not.

Betty took note of how your breathing got heavier, and how your walls were clamping down tight on her fingers. It was one of her favorite things about you, how you responded to her touch and her touch alone. "Shh.. you're almost there, love.. you're doing so well. Just.. a little.. longer.."

And before you knew it, a white hot feeling exploded deep inside of you. Euphoria wracked you, your eyes rolling back and your legs quaking. Betty moaned in return in your ear, gaining second hand pleasure from watching you cum on her fingers. She rode you through your orgasm, cooing in your ear and slowing her fingers down.

"I love you so much.."

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𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢!

Hello everyone -

Welcome to the "Wake Up" blog, a blog dedicated to writings of your favorite characters. While I will write pretty much anything, all I ask is that you abide by these rules:

Be patient with me. I have a chronic illness, and I am a university student as well as a part time employee. Please give me time to get your stories to you.

Be respectful to both your writers, and the people around you. No racism, homophobia, or any harm of any kind. And please refrain from talking about any kind of politics and real-world issues. This is a blog where we can forget our troubles and enjoy our time together.

I am 21 years old; I am an adult. All I ask is that my readers are 18+ and mature. If you are a blog that has no age or is a minor, you will be blocked from this blog. Even though I know no one will listen, at least I can say I tried. WHAT I WILL WRITE:

I will write fluff, light angst, and smut fanfic. Please do not feel ashamed or uncomfortable to ask!

I write multi-fandom works, and I make sure to keep the writings as spoiler free as possible for those who haven't experienced the media, but any works pertaining spoilers with be marked beforehand.

If you wish to have two characters x reader in one fic, I will be more than happy to oblige!

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

I will not write anything that pertains to r*pe, inc*st, or anything that has to do with any kind of ab*se or triggers. We are here for happy times. Please do not ask me. I will not do it.

Please no weird f*tishes or kinks. There are other blogs who can and will do it, but not me.

This is a strictly "x reader" blog, so as lovely as OCs are, I will not be writing for them.

Thank you! And welcome to the Wake Up Blog!