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sorry i made more i couldnt just stop at sonic and tails . im cringe but im free etc etc

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Requested by: Anon! <3

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So I got bored and decided to compile all the lore revealed in the Sonic Twitter Takeovers.

I've highlighted in Green stuff that could be (or is) canon to the games (AKA stuff that's canon, isn't contradicted in canon, or isn't some meta joke), in red is stuff that definitely isn't canon, and the rest you can make your own decision on.

-This is just regular lore but "Ivo" in "Ivo Robotnik" is pronounced "Evo" it's supposed to sound like "evil"

-Eggman is a PC gamer

-Eggman might not be able to swim

-Eggman is in smash he's just super hard to unlock

-Eggman wants to take over the world because "It's Friday" (in other words it's implied that most Sonic games take place or at least START on a Friday.)

-Eggman can't get any bitches

-Eggman works out

-The Sega Saturn is Eggman's favorite Sega console

-Eggman's a fan of old show tunes and lullabies

-There's an Eggman empire lot in North Hollywood

-Eggman has a cat he calls "Biggy Wiggy"

-Eggman is fan of Tokyo Ghoul and Chainsaw Man

-Eggman is Youtuber Cobanermani456's father

-The Egg Pawns have names (one is named Fred)

-Eggman and Sonic hang out sometimes

-Sonic and Eggman are both streamers

-Roger Craig Smith is a fake alias used by Sonic

-Sonic shares a universe with Assassin's Creed and Sonic and Eggman once kidnapped Ezio

-Sonic's a shitty gamer

-Sega is Sonic's agent

-The Sega Genesis is Sonic's favorite Sega console

-Sonic's a fan of Mongolian throat singing

-Sonic is salty about reviewers who continue to bring up Sonic 06

-Sonic's favorite Sonic games are Sonic Boom Rise of Lyric and Sonic Frontiers

-Sonic's favorite movie is Chao in Space (even though he hasn't seen it)

-Tails hacked Eggman's Twitter account (which eggman stole from Sonic) via a "lonley robots in your area" virus

-Tails is a My Hero Academia fan

-Tails is fucking ripped

-Tails is a pro among us gamer

-All their gloves stay clean because of a special polymer that Tails made

-Tails is an Acapella fan

-it took Shadow until the aftermath of Forces to find the damn 4th Chaos emerald

-Shadow only uses Android phones

-Shadow is a Breaking Bad fan

-Shadow has killed a real life person and plans to kill more

-The Dreamcast is Shadow's favorite Sega Console

-Shadow's a fan of classic rock

-Shadow is a fan of anime (specifically Kill La Kill)

-Shadow eats coffee beans raw with a spoon

-Shadow is good friends with Big and Knuckles (more-so than Sonic)

-Shadow hates Capitalism

-Shadow donates his rings to charity

-Shadow shops at a convenience store named "Maria" and feels like if he can support some Maria out there, then he feels like he's making the world a better place

-Shadow has a soft spot for kittens and wants to open a cat orphanage

-Shadow's favorite movie is Chao in Space 3 (which he features in)

-Shadow is a fan of Infinite's theme

-Shadow writes poetry

-Shadow and Maria ordered pizza on the ARK that came from Earth

-Doom's eye is still alive, him and Shadow occasionally go out for dinner

-Shadow is the living embodiment of drip

-Shadow very heterosexually hypes up Knuckles a lot

-Shadow specifically tried to keep Sonic away from him during the final boss of SA2 because he knew Sonic would've fell to Earth too if he tried to rescue him

-Despite all the issues Shadow has with Sonic's methods and morals, he doesn't hate him

-Shadow is a bad cook

-Shadow is (or will be) legally married to @/RealShadowFan01 on Twitter

EDIT: the wedding's off :(

-Shadow is panromatic/pansexual

-Shadow volunteers at soup kitchens

-The Shadow Dark Chao seen in promo art and the IDW comics does in fact belong to Shadow

-Shadow and Amy are both huge Taylor Swift fans

-Amy's favorite Sonic game is Sonic Heroes

-Amy is a Fruits Basket fan

-Amy still visits Little Planet and makes jewelry out of gems found in Quartz Quadrant

-Knuckles collects rocks that look like animals

-Knuckles is a Lizzo fan

-Knuckles, Cream, and Vanilla are big One Punch Man fans

-Chaos Control is activated by literally just holding the emerald and shouting "chaos control" that's it, anyone can do it.

-On the Planet Wisp, Hide and Seek is called "Don't be seen or perish" and whoever gets found is tossed into the volcano on Planet Wisp

-Yaker died once

-They physically can't take their gloves off

-The Sonic OVA is canon

-Mean Beans are living beings

-Grounder is canon

-Metal Sonic is a series of multiple robots and not just one that gets repaired each time (this probably isn't canon anymore)

-Infinite is still alive

-Infinite occasionally sends Eggman gay Sonadow porn

-Charmy runs a thrift store

-The stone tablet in Frontiers translates to sonic version of the Bee Movie script

-Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and Shadow, all work in an unknown office somewhere

Things that exist in Sonic Universe (all of these could be red. You decide man idk):

-Twitter

-All forms of Sonic media (including games, comics, and TV shows) (they're retellings of Sonic's stories)

-Summer of Sonic

-Sonic Stadium

-Sega

-Undertale the game (and specifically Sans as a fictional character) and Toby Fox

-Game Grumps (specifically Jontron era)

-Tootsie pops (big day for tootsie pop Sonic fans)

-The Macarena

-Twitch

-Sonic songs (Escape from the City, Live and Learn, E.G.G.M.A.N., Believe in Myself, Infinite, and Vandelize are mentioned by name or referenced.)

-Cobanermani456

-Hulu

-Tyson Hesse

-Super Smash Bros (both as an event AND an in universe video game)

-SiivaGunner and GilvaSunner

-Hyper Potions

-Crush 40

-San Diego

-Apple

-Sega HARDlight

-Breaking Bad

-Sonadow porn

-Spike Chunsoft

-The Danganronpa Games (or at least V3)

-Etika

-North Hollywood

-Kill la Kill

-regular ass cats (not like Blaze, just normal real life cats) (also regular dogs)

-Alpharad

-Jacksepticeye

-Patreon

-Youtube

-Xbox

-Playstation

-Nintendo Switch

-The Completionist

-Gushers

-The "you know I had to do it to em" meme

-Tokyo Ghoul

-My Hero Academia

-Global Giving

-St. Jude

-Extra Life

-Hot Topic

-What does the Fox say

-Tee Lopes

-Tyler Smyth

-Sam's Procastionation Station

-Elsie Fisher

-Barry Kramer

-RubberNinja

-Sonamy fans

-Caddicarus

-Mario

-Among Us

-Colleen O'Shaughnessy

-Youtube

-Fadel Gamescage

-Lizzo

-Taylor Swift

-Elon Musk (implied)

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Sonic Cyber Revolution, Entry 71: A Cruel Angel's Thesis

''The cruel angel's thesis. The sorrow then begins. You held tight to the form of life when you woke up from that dream! You shine brighter than anyone else, young boy, become the legend!''

– A Cruel Angel's Thesis by Neon Genesis Evangelion

xXxXxXx

Warren and Tails have managed to reach CyExLabs more or less safely, even though they had to fight through several Black Arms aliens. Unfortunately for them, the front entrance was locked with a security guard and the receptionist staring at them through the glass door, looking quite unwilling to let them in.

''Hey, we need to get inside! It's an emergency!'' Warren shouted at them, his voice seemingly snapping the two out of their stupor. Frankly, neither of them could blame the two for not wanting to unlock the entrance since they feared that the aliens might try to break in. However, given how they were just a teenager and a fox ARNav looking for a safe place in a city invaded by monster-like aliens, they relented. Warren immediately turned to the receptionist once they were inside. ''I'm Warren Taylor and I need to talk to Shinji Meijin. We had an appointment before this whole mess started. Is he here?''

''Uh, y-yes… Follow me!'' The receptionist was startled, but agreed to lead the two to where the scientist in question was, even though she had no clue what the reason for this was. They were quickly led to the back of the building, where the laboratories were. ''I don't know whether Dr. Meijin will have time for you two, given the current situation, but I will ask.''

Tails gave Warren a questioning look, but the teenager remained surprisingly optimistic. She walked into a room, leaving the two waiting in the hallway, observing the people and ARNavs rushing through the building, with everyone being on high alert. Thankfully, the receptionist returned with a man in his late 20s, with dirty blond messy hair, wearing a casual green shirt and jeans, a lab coat and glasses, his blue eyes widening in surprise to when he saw the visitors.

''Warren! I haven't seen you in ages!'' He looked quite pleased to see the teenager, then turned to the fox. ''Who is your friend?''

''This is Miles Prower, my partner,'' Warren introduced them as Tails shook the scientist's hand.

''Please, call me Tails, Dr. Meijin,'' Tails said.

''In return, I want you to just call me Meijin. I'm not a man of formalities,'' Meijin replied, then placed his hands in the pockets of his lab coat. ''I'm sorry that you two had to come here during such a time. I'm currently busy with monitoring the AR Fields after they started going crazy when all of those things started to appear.''

''That's what we've been hoping you'd be doing, Meijin,'' Warren said, with the scientist quirking a brow. ''Tails and I did our own scan of the AR Fields in our neighborhood, as well as checking the data CyExLabs provided to the public. We have an idea what this anomaly might be, but we need more information in regards to how and why it appeared.''

Meijin stared at him for a moment in surprise, clearly taken aback by how insistent Warren was, then laughed heartily. ''I glad to see you being so eager to help us. I haven't seen you like this… well, I don't think I have seen you acting like this even when I was mentored by your grandfather and saw you work with with him.'' He then motioned to them to follow him into the room he just exited. ''I suppose Warren had already told you about me, right Tails?''

''Yeah. I know that you were Max Taylor's student and that you know Warren. After you finished your studies, you went overseas, where you became known for your research on the topic of 'singularity' in the technological and cybernetic field before recently returning to Starpoint Area,'' Tails replied.

''Precisely,'' Meijin replied. ''I haven't told you why I had returned, right?''

''No, you didn't,'' Warren replied.

''To keep it short, I have been invited by this notorious military branch – I believe they were called ARMS – to contribute to their research in regards to the Irregulars, but considering what happened to them, I guess I was lucky I got delayed with my departure,'' Meijin explained, with Warren and Tails giving him startled looks. They didn't expect to hear anything about ARMS from Meijin. ''Going by the look you two are giving me, I guess you had your own experiences with them.''

''It's a long story…'' Tails said, giving Meijin a nervous smile. ''Do you still plan on studying Irregulars while you're here?''

''I do, but that's for later. I'll be working at CyExLabs and the Irregular Hunters,'' Meijin explained.

''I see. We won't me taking too much of your time, though. We'll be leaving the moment we get the relevant information,'' Warren told him in a serious tone. Meijin gave him a look of surprise.

''Our friends are currently fighting a battle out there, and while our main mission is to gather information, we need to go help them once we have what we need,'' Tails replied. Meijin stared at them for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

''I guess I shouldn't be asking what you two are getting yourselves into, but it would be nice for you to explain to me how much you know about this invasion,'' Meijin said.

''The invaders are an alien race called Black Arms, but we believe they're actually Irregulars created from data based on characters from the Sonic the Hedgehog video games… well, technically, Shadow the Hedgehog, but that's neither here nor there,'' Warren quickly added, continuing, ''Our theory is that the AR Fields going wild is something they may have caused, but we have no evidence for it.''

''Sonic the Hedgehog… Hey, isn't that the video game you have been obsessing over when you were younger? I remember your grandfather telling me that you've been playing those games for hours,'' Meijin said, turning his attention to Tails. ''I also recall there being a yellow fox like you.''

''Heh, yeah, that would be me,'' Tails replied, giving him a sheepish smile. Meijin gave the two a satisfied smirk.

''Okay, then. If you two are correct, then we have half of our riddle solved. Come with me,'' Meijin led the two to another room, which was smaller, but also had a bunch of computers. He then reached for a drawer, taking out a glowing yellow brilliant-cut gem out of it. Warren and Tails' jaws dropped.

''That's a Chaos Emerald!'' Both shouted in unison. Meijin gave them an amused smile.

''I guess your reaction means it's important, right? I thought about using it as a paper weight,'' he said, giving the Chaos Emerald to Warren. ''It appeared literally out of nowhere on my desk this morning. ''I didn't get around to studying it, but I believe you'll know what to do with it.'' He then put his finger on his lips. ''I suppose we should also keep this a secret for the time being.''

''Heh…'' Tails had to admit he had no idea what to think about Meijin, but he was glad to have him on their side. ''The Black Arms will come for it, so we need to protect the Chaos Emerald with all we got.''

Warren nodded in agreement, although he wasn't worried about the Black Arms coming for the Chaos Emerald, but rather a particular dark hedgehog.

xXx

Shadow was dashing through the streets of Neos City, going through Sentoraru as he tried to sense the whereabouts of a Chaos Emerald. He needed to find at least one if he wanted to unleash the full power of Chaos Control and defeat Black Doom. Unfortunately, something told him that one Chaos Emerald wouldn't suffice. He would need all seven of them if he wanted to destroy the Black Arms for good.

Nevertheless, that didn't mean that he couldn't just destroy whatever Black Arms alien he came across during his search. He narrowed his eyes as he took notice of Doom's Eye hovering above him after using Doom Blast on another Black Warrior, sending him flying into multiple Black Wings, followed up by multiple Doom Spears that obliterated them.

''Those are our Black Arms soldiers, do not interfere with them!'' Doom's Eye growled at him, scolding him as if he were a mere child.

''Hmph.'' Shadow couldn't care less, only increasing his speed as he sensed a faint trace of Chaos Energy as he moved from Sentoraru to Kita. He was curious about where his path would lead him as he passed through the destroyed streets, avoiding the rubble. This area was eerily empty, and he saw several Black Oaks patrolling it. He spin-dashed into them, finishing them of with the Doom Blast. For all their brute strength and endurance, they were still just obstacles to him. Nevertheless, the fact that there were no people here was unnerving.

xXx

''I'm Midorikawa-''

''I'm Kero!''

''We're here to bring you the latest news. Neos City is currently going through an invasion. Black creatures have invaded our beloved city, with the authorities being dispatched to deal with them,'' Midorikawa reported, standing in what appeared to be Erekiteru, hidden away from the Black Arms behind columns at an office building.

''There are no reports on what those black creatures are, and social media is going wild with speculations, ranging from them being some kind of science experiment to aliens,'' Kero added.

''We will make sure to keep you updated about the situation. For now, you need to evacuate Neos City, but if you cannot find a way to escape, there are shelters spread across the city, built after the water monster incident and designed to withstand any kind of damage. You can find the map on the Neos City News website,'' Midorikawa added, with a holographic version of the map appearing next to her.

''Do not engage with the black creatures and stay hidden. Stay safe,'' Kero added, with the broadcast ending, but they still kept the camera focused on the map with the shelters.

''Mother!''

Cream stared at Vanilla, both alarmed as they watched the news. Cheese and Chocola were also upset, looking quite fearful of what the future might hold for them. Vanilla, despite her anxiety, tried to keep calm. ''Don't worry, dear. We will go to the shelter in Kita. We will be safe there.'' Cream nodded, with Cheese trying to comfort her. Chocola was hovering next to Vanilla, being just as worried. Vanilla then added, ''We should hurry up.''

The four walked up to the door, carefully opening it. They could see the dark sky and the red cracks spreading across the city. It was quite horrifying to see. People were running or driving through the streets, trying to find safety. Some even abandoned their vehicles, running on foot, only to be ambushed by the Black Arms and dragged away.

Cream gasped in shock, but realized that there was nothing she could do as she needed to protect her mother and the Chao as several of the Black Arms aliens charged towards them. She used her ears to fly up, grabbing onto her mother's arms. ''Hold on!''

Vanilla watched her daughter as they flew up, with Cheese and Chocola following them, then glanced down. Below them was nothing but pure chaos.

xXx

''Miss Lily, I insist-!''

''Oh, shut up! I'm not going to let the Black Arms tear our city apart!''

''None of us will allow that!''

Bennet could only stare in stunned silence as Lily and Knuckles shouted back at him. Fortunately, Lily's parents weren't at Neos City, having gone on another business trip and leaving Bennet in charge. The butler was currently attempting to convince Lily and Knuckles – well, mainly Lily – to stay at the Crystle Mansion, as it also featured an underground bunker for them to hide until the crisis was over, but the teenager had already grabbed her hoverboard, determined to go fight the Black Arms.

''You can stay here and protect the mansion,'' Lily told Bennet.

''Don't let any of those aliens come near it. You're now the guardian of this place,'' Knuckles added. Before Bennet could say more, the two already dashed away on their hoverboards. He sighed, having no choice but to lock the gate and hope that the Black Arms wouldn't attack the Crystle Mansion.

Meanwhile, Lily and Knuckles were en route towards where they expected to be a crowd of Black Arms that they could fight against. They were in contact with Team Chaotix, who told them they would meet up to fight together against the Black Arms – after Lily quickly explained what they were – but for now, they had to find a way through this whole chaos.

''Lucas did say that we need to defeat the Black Arms, but…'' Lily trailed off when they suddenly came across those aliens. They had managed to cause several car crashes, with several people screaming in fear in pain, some even being dragged away by the aliens. What the Black Arms soldier in question didn't expect was getting punched in the face by a Chaos Surge-boosted Knuckles. Lily ran over to the man the alien had dropped, checking on him. He had cuts and bruises over his body, with Lily fearing that he might have a broken bone.

''Are you okay? Can you walk?'' she asked him.

''Y-Yeah, but there's someone stuck in the other car…'' the man responded, with Lily seeing a woman, who was bleeding from her head, trying to frantically open the door. She also had a child in the backseat, but the little girl wasn't responsive.

''Knuckles, keep me covered!'' Lily shouted, with Knuckles nodding and charging at the closest alien. Lily ran to the other car, her eyes glowing red as she used the boost from the Chaos Surge to pry, or rather, tear open the car door. She could hear the sound of a siren in the distance, unsure whether it was the police or the ambulance, but she knew they would have a hard time getting here. The woman was crying, hysterical to see her daughter unconscious. Fortunately, they could open the door, but Lily didn't want to touch the little girl because she feared that she was injured, the worst being a broken neck, and felt that it would be better to wait for an ambulance. She also couldn't do more, as she needed to help Knuckles fight back against the Black Arms as they still overpowered them in numbers.

''I hope everyone else is doing better than us,'' Lily said, delivering a kick that sent the soldier flying.

''What do you mean by 'better than us'? We're doing great!'' Knuckles replied confidently, caving the face of another soldier. Lily wasn't exactly sure whether she wanted to correct him on that part. After all, they were doing much better than the majority of Neos City solely because they were able to fight back.

xXx

Espio threw a kunai at the alien, with Vector landing a punch on it. He then turned to the group of people that were following them. ''It's this way to the shelter! Hurry up!''

Charmy then took the lead in the group, with Vector and Espio staying at the back to defend them. They were all at a suburban location in Eas, not too far from the shelter, but they still had to make their way to it. They had actually hoped to meet up with Knuckles and Lily, but unfortunately, that didn't seem to be possible in the current situation. At least Lily explained to them what the Black Arms were and that Team Neos would be fighting them. However, Vector did note that there was something left unsaid.

''How does Team Neos even plan to stop the invasion?'' Vector asked, him and Espio exchanging puzzled glances. Espio then furrowed a brow.

''They must have some kind of plan,'' he said.

''Or, it's a plan in process,'' Vector said, only to see some of those flying aliens swooping down on them. ''Hold up!''

The group stopped, with Vector running ahead and breathing fire at them, torching the Black Wings and causing them to drop like flies. Unfortunately, one escaped, flying straight after Charmy, with the bee panicking as he started to dodge the Black Wing. Charmy then grinned, managing to outmaneuver the Black Wing and get on its back.

''Woohoo!'' Charmy laughed as the Black Wing bucked like one of those mechanical bulls, trying to throw the bee off its back. Charmy held onto it tightly, only to notice a purple glow in one of the trees that lined the street. He turned to his teammates. ''Vector, Espio, heads up!''

He managed to gain control of the Black Wing, flying it straight at his two teammates, only to leap off when Espio threw a shuriken at it, ending it for good.

''That as fun!'' Charmy said, joining his companions as they observed the group they had been leading getting into the nearby building that was designed as a shelter, with Charmy then adding as he pointed, ''I saw something weird in that tree.''

''What do you mean?'' Vector asked curiously, with Espio climbing up the tree in question and returning with a glowing gem that left all three of them speechless, their jaws dropping at the sight.

''This is a Chaos Emerald,'' Espio said, recognizing the purple gem.

''Heh, good work team! Let's deliver that Chaos Emerald to Team Neos. I'm sure they can put it to good use,'' Vector said, grinning, with Espio and Charmy nodding in agreement.

xXx

Meijin furrowed a brow as he stared at the screen. While CyExLabs was one of the most advanced research facilities in Neos City when it came to the cyber network, besides the Codex Research Facility, it appeared that it was still difficult for them to track down the source of those anomalies. It was as if something was intentionally preventing them to find the source. He glanced over at Warren and Tails, who were just as focused on getting through the data, talking in hushed tones as they discussed what those cracks might be.

Admittedly, they weren't completely left in the dark. They knew that the red cracks only appeared in AR Fields and that they weren't the result of the network malfunctioning. They also weren't caused by the Black Arms directly, but they were connected to the Black Arms' attack. In fact, Warren and Tails realized that, whatever was causing those cracks seemed to be spreading more and more, creation some kind of barrier around Neos City and the area that surrounded it, cutting it off from the rest of Starpoint Area. When the two attempted to perform a simulation of what might happen if those cracks spread even more, they were met by a sudden error, followed by the whole simulation program and computer crashing.

''This… is not good,'' Warren said, his eyes wide as he and Tails glanced at each other in shock.

''Don't worry about the computer. It seems that it couldn't run your input…'' Meijin tried to comfort them, but Tails shook his head.

''It's not about us accidentally crashing the computer, it's about the fact that this is something beyond control of the cyberspace. It's affecting the environment outside the AR Fields and we don't know how,'' Tails told him. ''Warren and I had been studying AR Fields and the phenomena that came with them, but this is something that has never been observed… at least not on this scale.''

''We did get some information, though…'' Warren exhaled sharply. ''Hey, Meijin, have you managed to get anything on the vortex that the Black Arms used to arrive to Neos City?''

''I did… but I'm afraid that I ran into a wall… Or a void?'' Meijin replied, scratching his head as Warren and Tails took a look at his monitor. It was a 3D reconstruction of the vortex using data from that particular AR Field, but whenever Meijin tried to go above it, it showed him a black void with yellow and red dots sparking from time to time.

''You know, this kinda reminds me of those out of bounds spaces in video games that appear whenever a player discovers a glitch,'' Warren commented, him and Tails exchanging glances, the realization dawning on them.

''Warren, I think we took the wrong approach to this,'' Tails said, grabbing the Chaos Emerald and looking at it. ''We've been looking at this from the perspective of analyzing a typical AR Field that was corrupted by outside data… but, what if we look at it from the perspective of a video game? Specifically, a video game which is not done downloading all of its content.''

''That would explain why the AR Fields are going crazy. The cracks are simply data that isn't done being processed…'' Warren quickly added, his mouth opening as his eyes widened. ''What if the void above the vortex is supposed to be the Black Comet, but it cannot be observed yet because the connection between it and the AR Fields below is still incomplete? However, that would require huge amounts of data and time…''

''This has been ongoing for several days at most! This invasion has been planned!'' Tails concluded, feeling horrified by the realization. Meijin stared at the two in stunned silence, having not expected them to figure things out sooner than any of CyExLab's top scientists. However, given how they were clearly experienced with these kinds of situation, he wasn't too surprised by this. Tails then suddenly went quiet. ''You know, Eggman and Starline also used a similar approach with their own AR Fields, which were just pocket dimensions of specific Zones, but this pheonomenon is trying to change the landscape of Neos City.''

''I wonder how it's even being kept stable like this…'' Warren muttered. ''I guess it has something to do with whoever or whatever caused it to appear in the first place.''

Tails nodded. ''We should tell Sonic and Lucas about this, as well as bring them the Chaos Emerald. If we get the other six Chaos Emeralds, then we could use the power Super Sonic has to destroy the Black Arms.''

Warren agreed, only for all three of them to get startled when the security alarm suddenly went off. Meijin got up, feeling a sense of dread. ''CyExLabs has been breached!''

All three of them ran out of the room, with the scientists in the laboratory being unsettled by the blaring alarm, trying to figure out what had happened. As for Warren, Tails and Meijin, they ran towards the lobby, having passed by the panicked receptionist and seeing the security guard lying unconscious against the wall, with the intruder staring at them.

''Shadow?!'' Tails stepped towards the dark hedgehog, feeling a sense of relief, only to stop in his tracks when reality hit him. Shadow was the one who broke into CyExLabs and knocked out the security guard, clearly showing that he was a threat. Tails narrowed his eyes. ''What are you doing here?''

Shadow furrowed a brow, walking towards Tails. ''Give me the Chaos Emerald.''

Tails hitched a breath as he realized that he was still holding the yellow gem in his hand. He stepped back, with Shadow stopping on the spot when he saw this reaction – the clear refusal of giving him the Chaos Emerald. He clenched his fists, baring his fangs as he spoke, ''I will repeat myself only once – give me the Chaos Emerald, now.''

''Why? Why do you want the Chaos Emerald?!'' Tails shouted back in protest, glaring at Shadow. He couldn't understand why Shadow was acting like this. Even if he wasn't someone who got along with everyone easily, he was still his teammate, so this kind of behavior made no sense. Unless… Tails suddenly felt cold, his tone heavy and serious when he spoke up, ''Don't tell me that you're working with the Black Arms.''

Shadow growled in response, lunging at Tails. ''Stop wasting my time!''

Tails gasped in surprise, managing to jump to the side and avoiding Shadow's attack. He got on his feet, reaching for his backpack and taking out the laser gun, firing at Shadow. The dark hedgehog dodged the laser blasts by warping via Chaos Snap, getting closer and closer to Tails and punching him in the stomach.

''Tails!''

The twin-tailed fox cried out in pain, his backpack, laser gun and the Chaos Emerald dropping on the ground. He could see Warren in the corner of his eye, the teenager being frozen in shock. Tails gritted his teeth, glancing back at Shadow as the dark hedgehog was about to pick up the yellow Chaos Emerald. Suddenly, Shadow felt an electric shock coursing through his chest, causing him to stumble back. He realized that Tails managed to use the moment of distraction to snap one of his devices on his chest, sending a shockwave through his body. Unfortunately for Tails, Shadow was much more resilient, grabbing the device and tearing it away, crushing it in his hand.

''I won't let you help Black Doom!'' Tails shouted, curling into a ball and spin-attacking right into Shadow, even pushing him back. Shadow blocked his attack by crossing his arms, then managed to grab Tails by his twin-tails and throw him straight into the wall.

Tails fell on the ground, breathing heavily as he felt waves of pain spreading through his body. Warren had ran over to help him up, but before they could even use Chaos Surge to continue fighting against Shadow, the dark hedgehog had already picked up the yellow Chaos Emerald, giving them a hard stare.

''Shadow, why…'' Tails lifted his head, meeting Shadow's cold gaze. The dark hedgehog didn't respond, instead vanishing in a flash of cyan light. ''This is bad…''

''Are you okay?'' Meijin asked Tails, with the fox falling silent.

''I…'' He turned to Warren. ''We need to tell Sonic and Lucas about this. I can't believe Shadow would go this far…''

''I don't want to believe it either…'' Warren muttered. If Shadow was indeed working alongside Black Doom, they they were all done for.

xXx

''Sonic, Lucas, we have bad news!''

Sonic, Lucas and Loki had managed to find a safe spot at an underpass, just when Tails and Warren had called them. Sonic took note of Tails' bruised look, quirking a brow as he felt worried about his little brother. ''Tails, what happened to you?''

''Shadow happened,'' Tails responded. ''He broke into CyExLabs and took the Chaos Emerald that appeared here.''

''He what?!'' Sonic and Lucas exclaimed in unison, both stunned to hear that. Loki gave the two a curious look, wondering what was going on.

''I tried to fight against him, since he didn't want to tell us why he needed the Chaos Emerald, but…'' Tails trailed off, rubbing his shoulder and taking note of the look of concern Sonic gave him. ''I'm fine, but Shadow's gone. We don't know where he went to next, but our guess is that he's trying to gather all seven Chaos Emeralds.''

''Not only that, but we fear that he might be gathering them for Black Doom. When Tails questioned him about it, he refused to give us any answers,'' Warren added. Sonic frowned.

''I refuse to believe that Shadow works for Black Doom. I know him and there's no way he'd to that,'' Sonic replied, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

''Then, why did he attack us?'' Tails asked, giving Sonic a baffled look. ''If he had just told us his reasons for wanting the Chaos Emerald…''

''Maybe he couldn't tell you anything?'' Lucas offered, surprising everyone. ''Was Touka with him?''

''No, she wasn't,'' Warren replied, only for the realization to hit him and Tails. ''Do you think that she's in danger?''

''That's the most likely answer. I assume that Black Doom threatened to hurt Touka, forcing Shadow to gather the Chaos Emeralds,'' Lucas said.

''And knowing Shadow, he'd refuse to explain what's going on, thinking that this is something he has to do on his own,'' Sonic added.

''So, what should we do about Shadow and the Chaos Emeralds?'' Tails asked.

''I'll deal with him,'' Sonic replied, giving Tails a determined look.

''Have you managed to figure out what's going on with the AR Fields?'' Lucas asked.

''We don't know what's causing it yet, but we know that Neos City is undergoing a process of terraformation that is in favour of the Black Arms. The reason why we see those cracks is because the process hasn't finished yet,'' Warren explained.

''So, you want to say that someone is basically trying to turn Neos City into Westopolis?'' Lucas asked, raising an eyebrow.

''Well, they're not trying it to turn into Westopolis itself, as in the video game location, but into an environment that overlaps with Neos City's natural landscape,'' Warren explained. ''I believe that, if this process is fully completed, we'll be seeing the Black Comet right over the cityscape.''

''I see…'' Lucas narrowed his eyes, well aware that this was something they couldn't stop. However, he also knew that they still had a chance to prevent the Black Arms from conquering Neos City. ''Do you have a way to locate all of the Chaos Emeralds? If Sonic and I want to find Shadow, that would be a good starting point.''

''We will send you a tracking app as soon as possible,'' Warren said, with the holographic screen closing.

''How much did you know?'' Lucas and Sonic were startled by Loki's sudden question, with the wolf ARNav giving them a hard stare. ''Have you ever considered telling me that Shadow is a danger to everyone in Neos City?''

''No, he isn't!'' Sonic responded in a sharp tone.

''Didn't he just attack your friends?'' Loki responded, shooting a wary look at Sonic.

''I know, but I'm sure that he has his reasons. I know Shadow, and I know that he wouldn't do anything like this without a solid reason. Yeah, he is stubborn and hard to communicate with, but I would trust Shadow with my life. Whatever he's up to, I'm sure that he's doing to fight against the Black Arms instead of working for them,'' Sonic said with unwavering determination. Loki stared at him for a moment, then sighed.

''I assume your friend is the one who was supposed to be used by ARMS as a weapon, right?'' he asked, with Sonic and Lucas giving him a curious look. ''I suppose the Black Arms also want to use him as a weapon, correct?''

''Yeah.'' Lucas nodded.

''Then, I can understand your friend's refusal to work with anyone. If someone tried to use me as a weapon, I think I would snap under the pressure,'' Loki replied. Lucas and Sonic felt a sense of relief, realizing that Loki was siding with them. ''However, I'm afraid that not everyone will understand that. I will call the other Units to not engage in a fight with Shadow, but I can't make any promises.''

''That's good to hear,'' Lucas said, giving him an confident smile.

''Still, I'm curious, what do you plan on doing with your friend after you find him?'' Loki asked. Sonic smirked.

''We'll just remind him that he isn't alone in this…'' Sonic said, then shrugged. ''Or knock some sense into him. Whatever comes first.''

xXx

Shadow found himself standing on top of a building, staring towards Infinity Forest. He could sense Chaos Energy coming from there, being able to use the Chaos Emerald he had taken from Tails to guide him to the next one. His eyes narrowed as he took notice of Doom's Eye, hovering next to him.

''You did well, Shadow. One Chaos Emerald has been acquired, but you still need to find the rest. Fulfill your mission as my greatest soldier!''

''Tch!'' Shadow growled, glaring daggers at Doom's Eye, with the alien flying away and leaving him alone. He then glanced at the yellow Chaos Emerald in his hand, closing his eyes as he felt a sting of guilt for hurting Tails. That wasn't his intention, but he was too focused on getting the Chaos Emerald and with Tails being in his way, he felt that he had no other choice but to move him out of his way by force. He also understood that he probably should've told the fox what was going on, but he simply couldn't. It was too much to talk about, and he wouldn't have even known where to start, let alone explain what he was going through. No, this was the correct approach. I need to do this on my own and defeat Black Doom with my own hands. If there is a chance of Black Doom taking control over me, they will all be in danger.

Shadow looked up, gazing ahead at Infinity Forest. He could feel a sharp sensation in his back, letting out a cry of pain when black and red wings seemingly made out of his own flesh and black mass sprouted, with the pain quickly subsiding. He needed to hurry up, and using Doom Wing to cover the distance felt right. He then leapt off the building, flying towards the forest.

Hmph, the irony of looking like a Fallen Angel is not lost on me.

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today's shadow kirby is... looking at some lava!

what do you mean it's unsafe? :C

[unstablequeerbitch]

Alright I just finished season 2. Spoiler fee review:

There are some things I have strong opinions out and WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK GUYS!

But they also did some amazing things with some characters, which is why it hurts more to see how they skipped over others.

Or how they ended up changing a scenario so I don’t get one of my fav scenes ever.

Overall I would rewatch again. It’s like reading an ao3 story. You will agree and disagree with what they are doing, but it’s still worth the reread and kudos. Wouldn’t put it on “download to my kindle” level. So 4/5

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[fushitoru]

so i know who i'm looking at! a sukuna ryomen oneshot

pairing ⸺ ghostface!sukuna x reader

summary ⸺ on halloween night, you get a strange phone call from a man with a distorted voice right as you're chilling while babysitting yuuji. you get an ultimatum: perform for him, or risk your and yuuji's lives.

warnings ⸺ smut, fluff (at the end), pre established consent but dub con just in case, cream pie, lots of degradation and praise, “good girl,” oral sex (m!recieving), recording and pictures, suggested infidelity (but it’s not actually infidelity), exhibitionism, reader gives him a show in exchange for her life, rough sex, semi-public sex, established relationship, mdni, pls help me find artist for credit :(

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you stretch, yawning as you adjust the blanket you had on you to cover you and give you warmth on the chilly october evening. gazing forlornly at the balcony window outside, you see kids and college students alike in their halloween costumes visiting homes for treats and bars for booze, respectively. tonight was a night you were supposed to get dicked down by your boyfriend in the bathroom of a frat, but you’re stuck instead with a last minute call to babysit yuji because he’s sick. 

you love the kid too much, like he’s your own baby. which is why you couldn’t refuse playing babysitter, even if that meant forgoing pictures for your instagram with the slutty angel costume you had bought a month who in anticipation of halloweekend. instead, you’re tucked in and cozy, watching scream for the nth time just to fangirl over how hot ghostface is. 

so you’re in your tank top and boy shorts, relaxing and chilling (that is, as much as you can while locked in on your movie). and, as if on cue, the moment the phone rings in the movie, the itadori household’s phone number gets a call.

you jump at the noise, a bit on edge because of the movie and definitely regretting the idea of setting the living room pitch back in spirit of mood lighting. groaning (albeit a bit freaked out), you get up to answer the call, as yuji babysitting protocol required that you answer any call in case it may be an emergency.  

picking up—but a bit on edge—you drone, “itadori household, how can i help you?”

there’s heavy breathing on the other end and you hate your scaredy cat tendencies because your heart is picking up at the distorted and low pants. “h—hello?”

“hey.” the voice is low, just like the breathing, and for a moment, you hate your brain for immediately recalling the nsfw audios you watch to masturbate because the guy on the phone sounds exactly like them. it’s a little freaky that you’re getting such a weird fuckin call at this time, but regardless you persist, in case this was relevant. you kind of need this job.

feigning cheerfulness, you ask, "what can i get ya?" as your fingers absently toy with the thin strap of your tank top. the cool air from the nearby vent sends a shiver across your skin, but the silence on the other end of the line is more unnerving. you're met with nothing but heavy breathing, and each exhale seems to scrape against your eardrums.

shifting uncomfortably, you feel the sweat beading at the nape of your neck as impatience builds. your fingers tighten around the receiver. "are you gonna talk or should i hang up?" you finally snap, agitation bleeding into your voice.

but before you can slam the phone down, he speaks.

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

a groan escapes you, the kind that rises from deep in your chest, exasperation overtaking any lingering nervousness. "look, buddy, this is soooo corny. like, i was literally just watching scream, so you’re not doing shit. if you wanna prank call a girl, try somewhere else because—"

“you got a boyfriend?”

“i do,” you quip back quickly, a hand on your hip as you stand straighter, eyes flicking to the doorway of the kitchen. shadows dance in the dim light, your heartbeat subtly picking up pace. you move to hang up the phone, more irritated than frightened now. “so you better not try anything funny and waste more of your time, you fu—”

“but he’s not sleeping upstairs with the kid?”

the world freezes. you pause, the phone hovering mid-air. what did he just say? your pulse quickens, each thud louder than the last as dread claws at your chest. "what?"

a laugh, deep and guttural, slithers through the receiver. it’s the kind of laugh that makes your stomach drop and your legs feel weak. his voice is smooth, velvety even, and it curls around your ear like smoke. despite the creeping fear, something primal makes your thighs clench involuntarily. “okay, now that i’ve finally got your attention, let’s try this again. what’s your name, baby?”

that word—baby—the way he drags it out, rich and slow, makes your heart stutter, even as fear wraps tighter around your ribs. you grip the edge of the counter, nails digging into the cool surface. “why do you wanna know?”

“so i know who i’m looking at.”

the room spins. your breath falters, shallow, barely there. it’s like the walls are closing in, and your throat feels thick with fear. you lick your dry lips, throat tightening painfully. “wha—what do you mean?”

a soft coo hums through the phone, mockingly sweet. “no need to be afraid, pretty baby. you don’t want the kid upstairs to die, do you?”

your blood turns to ice. the words don’t make sense at first, but when they do, it feels like the floor’s been yanked out from beneath you. your mind races, every nerve in your body screaming. “what the fuck? is this some kind of prank call? this isn’t funny.”

but the man just continues, as if he didn’t just say something so horrifying that your stomach churns. his voice remains steady, eerily calm. “the kid, how old is he? five, six? he’s dozin’ off in those stupid iron man pj’s of his.” you swear you can hear his smile through the phone, a wicked curl of satisfaction. “and i love those shorts on you. parading your ass around like the slut you are. how’d your boyfriend leave you alone tonight?”

the walls feel like they’re closing in. a cold sweat breaks out across your skin, and suddenly the room feels too small. your eyes dart toward the darkened stairs. every creak of the house becomes louder, sharper. the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you swallow, mouth dry as cotton. it feels like someone is watching—someone who shouldn’t be there.

for a second, you digest the information he’d bestowed upon you—information about yourself. not-so-subtly freaking out, you get out a “please, please don’t do this.” 

 “then gimme a show. follow what i say.”

“o—okay. what do you want me to do?” you’re trembling, your realize, in your fear. or was it arousal?

“come closer to the window,” the voice purrs. you tentatively walk up to the balcony window facing the itadori garden, awaiting instructions as you stand shivering with the chill of the air.

“now,” the voice instructs, “take your top off. gimme a show, alright? better see that fucking back arch when you’re talking it off like filthy stripper slut you are.”

you whimper in humiliation but follow his instructions anyways, slowly becoming more and more of a slave to your arousal, caused by his assured and suave voice. when you take your tank top off, back arched just like he asked, the man groans and you hear distant squelches on the other side of the line.

“good girl. now when you take that bra off, pull up your cups, but don’t take it off, leave it bunched. those tits better bounce for me.” pulling up the cups of your bra, your tits recoil and bounce and the squelching gets even louder as you feel eyes rove over your tits. “fuck, i love those tits. get on your knees and bounce em for me like you’re riding cock.” 

you clench so hard as you move to do as he says. part of you is soooo aroused to be forced around like this, so you’re easily giving him the show that he wants, getting on your knees and moving your chest so that they start rhythmically bouncing, synced up with the squelches you hear in the other side of the phone.

“stick your tongue out. drool on your tits.” you moan, your tongue lolling out as a glob of spit starts trailing down your body.

 “fuck!” he exclaims, aroused by the sight. “you like being bossed around this baby? like my little bitch?”

“no!” you sob, tears springing out at the utter humiliation you were experiencing. “please let me go, please don’t do anything to yuji!” 

the voice chuckles. “really? i think you’re lying, baby. i know that pussy is wet while you’re giving me a show. matter of fact, why don’t you show me? make sure i get a really good look at that cunt, okay?”

slipping your shorts off, you turn so that your backside is facing the lawn and uncover your traitorous pussy—glistening wet—to him. taking a few steps back, you breathe heavily—like the person on the other side of the phone—as you press your pussy against the glass, the heat and humidity originating from your inner walls fogging the area on the glass. you hear a snap! on the other side, indicated that he had taken a photo. eyes widening in panic, you ask, “what are you doing? please, i’m doing whatever you wa—”

“i can’t let everyone think you’re some innocent virgin, can i? parading your ass and pussy for me, when anyone in the neighborhood can see? matter of fact,” and you start panicking at his next words, “i’ll post this online if you don’t grind that ass back for me.”

you swallow and start to do as he says. the glass is cool as you rub your folds along it, your slick dirtying the glass as you move your folds on the glass door. of course, the glide isn’t smooth—your clit keeps catching on the glass, but the fact that you’re bare to the world, any stray eyes being able to see you on display arouses you to no extent. you’re ashamed of being aroused at having to perform for a stranger, but you continue regardless and clutch the phone in your hand as he speaks to you again.

“the fuck you so wet for?” the voice mocks you. “you get off on this shit?”

“fuck you,” you moan, continuing to rub yourself. “i hate you.” 

the man laughs meanly. “for someone you hate, you’re getting pretty wet for me, baby.” the sounds of him stroking his dick are even louder as you grind against the door at the same tempo that he moves his hand at, grunting as you continue moaning into the mic. “look at how you’re clenching—good girl. want me to come in and make you cum?”

“real fucking cocky,” you hiss into the phone, “really fuckin cocky of you to think you can make me cum. with the way you had to threaten me, i just know you have a micro.”

as soon as you say that, the call hangs up and you look at your screen in confusion. that is, until you feel hands on your bare hips, knees–covered in black fabric—pressing against the junction between your thighs. “say that again,” the voice whispers.

you turn, eyes wide and heart speeding up as you turn to see the very figure that showed up in your movie. reminiscent of the killer, a tall man in a mask is hunched over you, now moving his hands to grip at your hands. “let’s take this to the bed, shall we?”

“oh shit,” ghostface curses, continuously snapping photos of your lips, the flash going off in the dark room. “look at this,” and he brings the camera closer and closer to your pussy, using his other hand to spread your lips as you helplessly lie on the bed, forced to spread your legs for him. “this pussy clenches everytime the flash goes off!” and he’s laughing, mocking you as slick leaves your hole in drops as the utter way you’re being humiliated. he grabs your cheeks roughly with the hand that was spreading your nether regions, squeezing them together and focusing the camera on your face. “this is the slut i’m going to fuck. gonna suck my cock, right?”

“mhm,” you whimper, resigned to your fate. making quick work of his robe, he takes them off completely, still leaving his mask in place. as he uncovers his pelvis, your eyes immediately rove over the hardened muscles on his abdomen. there’s a pink happy trail leading down to his dick, which is furiously red and standing. he grabs it, pumping the length as he moves closer and closer to your face until his precum is smearing against your face.

 “fuck,” he curses, as he takes in the sight of your teary eyes looking up at him dumbly, lips puckered as he slaps his cock against your cheeks until your cheeks are turning red. you’re giving kitten licks to his tip every time he alternates between slapping your two cheeks, not knowing what do to with yourself except focus on your oral fixation telling you instinctively to suck his cock. he then uses his fingers to pull your mouth open and slowly feeds his cock inside, eyes rolling back as soon as he feels your warm breath and hot tongue encompass him. 

you’re sucking at his tip and alternating between licking the rest of his dick, and he’s lost in the tight, wet heat of your mouth hollowing around him. you then prop yourself on your knees, using your hands to grab and play with his balls, stimulating him even more and causing him to rip out of your mouth and growls, “on your hands and knees. now.”

he doesn’t give you sufficient time to turn around and fully adjust in your position as he’s slamming into your roughly, the wet plush of your pussy too enticing. because you didn’t see it coming, your face is smushed against the pillow, and he grabs at your hands, using his free hand to hold them together at the small of your back. 

“you like my cock, baby?”  he pants, sweat beginning to run down his torso. when you don’t respond, he lets go of your hands to smack you consecutive times on your ass. “answer me.”

“i love it sooo much,” you babble, too lost in the pleasure to form more coherent thoughts as you ramble. “it’s splitting me—oh my god.” your eyes roll back—in pain or pleasure, you can’t decide—as his cock kisses your cervix. the masked man keeps thrusting in you, the sounds of his hips smacking into yours echoing throughout your room in a series of plap plap plap’s. 

“yea? fuck, i’m so close. you wanna live baby?” he grabs your hair and pulls, giving you a sloppy wet kiss on your cheek. “let me come inside. you’ll let me dump my cum in you, right?”

you only clenched tighter at his words. “please,” you sobbed. “please come inside. please paint my walls. i want your cum so bad.” 

you were so close, staving off your orgasm until he filled you up. at your words, the intruder laughed mockingly and kept thrusting into you, but the telltale sloppiness of his hips indicated that he was close. “god, what a slut—” he was interrupted by his own climax, and as soon as the thick ropes of cum filled you, you came with a squeal, your back arching impossibly further as your thrashed on his dick because of the intensity of your orgasm. both of you rid it together, panting as you came down. 

he pulls out of you, and before you can catch your breath, the man flops his entire weight on top of you, making you laugh as you let out a startled exclamation, “ryo!”

you squirm beneath him, trying to push him off, but it’s futile. he’s far too big and heavy, and he knows it. with a low, lazy chuckle, your boyfriend, sukuna ryomen, removes his mask—tossing it carelessly onto the floor—before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. his breath is warm against your skin, and you can feel the heat radiating off him as his chest rises and falls in rhythm with your own.

“did you enjoy that stupid thing you wanted, brat?” he mumbles, slightly panting in exhaustion.

his words are snarky, but you can hear the affection laced beneath them. your heart swells with a sudden rush of warmth, the fondness you feel for him almost overwhelming. it’s moments like this—where he does something ridiculous just because you asked, despite all his grumbling—that remind you why you love him so much.

you wrap your arms around his broad back, fingers trailing lazily up and down his spine as you press a soft kiss to the top of his head. “you didn’t have to go all out, you know,” you whisper, smiling into his hair. “but i really appreciate it. you’re kind of the best, even when you pretend you’re not.”

ryomen grunts, but there’s no bite to it. he tightens his hold around you, his large frame practically cocooning you in warmth. you feel his lips brush softly against the skin of your neck, a tender gesture that contrasts with his usual roughness.

“yeah, well... you’re lucky i love you, freak,” he murmurs, voice low and husky. despite his usual bravado, there’s something undeniably soft in the way he says it, as if the words are meant just for you.

you hum contentedly, feeling the weight of his body press you into the mattress. it’s comforting, like being wrapped in a warm blanket. you trace circles on his back with your fingertips, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment, where it’s just you and him—no roleplay, no teasing—just the quiet aftermath of love.

“lucky, huh?” you tease back softly. “i’d say we’re both pretty lucky.”

ryomen huffs a quiet laugh against your skin before lifting his head slightly to look at you, his dark eyes soft in the dim light. then, he gets up and makes a move to walk out the door. at first, you thought he was heading towards the bathroom door to give you a towel to clean you up, but he’s heading towards the door—soft cock swinging, butt naked—and you’re only left in confusion as to what he’s doing.

“ryo, where are you going?”

“fixin myself a sandwich, i’m hungry,” he grumbles over his shoulder, leaving you dumbfounded. you’re left sitting on the bed as he continues the trek down the stairs to satiate his post sex hungries. 

“hey!” you shriek, “your balls are out! what if yuji sees?” 

later, when yuji walks deliriously into the kitchen to see his uncle’s cock and balls, he almost wishes he could fully succumb to his fever.

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[merakidoll]

to the fans it was simply just their favorite streamer introducing his new found relationship! “yea guys this is my girlfriend! isn’t she just beautiful” you gave a tight lipped smile, moving in to kiss his cheek. the sound of comments going off. “be nice to her guys! she’s knew to the whole known boyfriend thing” choso’s pearly whites smiled into the camera, your body on his lap, while a my melody blanket was wrapped around your lower half’s.

as choso smoothly went into the game you wanted to cry. his cock bumped in your wet walls, balls resting between your thighs as you slightly tried bouncing. the agony of having to wait becoming too much. choso could feel you clenching around him. cream making a mess all over his new gaming chair, your sly jumps at the very small; not very scary jump scare’s. he had to give it to you, you were a good actor, but he just couldn’t allow this.

“alright guys! watch this ad while we have a quick intermission!” two clicks to the screen, and now you both stood, your moans loud and pornographic, choso ball’s slapping against your skin while your ass met his pelvis- cock so deep inside of you. your breast bounced in front of the camera, the purple pairing well with your brown skin. “bad girl, a slut who couldn’t wait huh?” the pretty sweet and shy streamer, was now a mean man who fucked into your sopping cunt. this was your choso, the one who tamed the slut inside of you. “say it. tell choso how much of a slut you are”

“m-m’abigslutt” tears poured from your eyes, the pudge of your stomach growing slightly from the thick tip that if you looked at the right angle, could be seen in a small print in your tummy. your pussy was leaking, cum dripping down your leg onto the carpet beneath you. choso moving his hand to rub your clit quickly, ignore how you cried, saying how you already came, and that everything was too much. the purple lights that were lit around the room showed your shadow against the wall, how slutty it was - and all in front of a camera that the man didn’t properly cut off.

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…

Planned on polishing this but I figured it’s alright just how it is. Maybe I’ll finish it and put it up somewhere else when it’s done someday.

A little something based on something I’ve been wanting to do for a while but haven’t gotten to yet

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[murdrdocs]

go about things the wrong way

description. LOGAN HOWLETT proves himself to be a bit of a hypocrite

includes. SMUT 18+, age gap (reader is implied to be mid20s, logan assumed to be mid30s), protected piv, denial is a river in egypt logan fucks them younger, logan calls reader "kid", insomnia trope, slightly brat reader, remnants of angst, set during early x-men

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a/n: photo creds unknown. title from how soon is now? by the smiths

You should be in your own bedroom. 

It’s a nice room, decorated better than your childhood room in your parent’s house, likely because you’ve grown since your mint green and chevron phase. It’s silent in your room, no other inhabitants except you and your pet fish that was somehow still hanging on. There’s no reason for you to leave your room, it has everything you need. But it’s not right. 

The loneliness is uncomfortable amidst your inability to sleep. It hovers over your bed, staring down at your shuffling frame as you try multiple positions, each one leaving you as restless as the last. You know that’s why you venture off to the kitchen, the search for companionship outweighing the desire for a treat. You just need to talk to someone, remind yourself that you aren’t all alone. There are other people like you, and you live with them. You’re safe. 

You ended up finding what you desired—a non-freezer burnt ice cream bar buried beneath frozen waffles, and a warm body to stand opposite of as you steadily made your way through it. 

You wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, maybe not even yourself, but you had hoped to run into Logan the entire time. Ever since his return you had been itching to get a glimpse of him, but between shadowing Storm, Scott, and Jean, and tending to whatever menial chore Professor Xavier tasked you with, you didn’t have any time for run-ins. Nothing but quick passing in the hallway where you were too shy to do much other than meet his eye for a second, wave, and then scurry along towards the end of the hallway. 

But you had gotten what you wanted when you heard the soft thud of feet followed by the sound of Logan speaking. 

“Is there another one of those?” 

You face him with your mouth stuffed with ice cream. It takes you a second to chew enough to speak around the food without making a complete fool of yourself in front of Logan. 

“This is the last one …” you swallow, ignoring the sting of the cold at the back of your throat. “Sorry.”

Logan shrugs like it’s no big deal and he steps to the fridge. You move out of the way, even though you weren’t really in the way at all, and try to be casual as you chew the remains of your bar, ignoring the sudden warmth in your body now that he’s here. 

Logan doesn’t say anything. You watch the top half of his body disappear as he reaches into the fridge for something, coming out after a minute and some soft shuffling later with a beer bottle in his hand. You don’t know when it got there, and you’re amazed that it was still there and not stolen by some eager teenager. You try not to stare as he takes his first sip, but you sneak a few glances. 

You finish your sandwich, throwing the wrapper out in the drawer trash can and trying your best to ignore Logan’s eyes on you the entire time. He gets halfway through his beer before he says something. 

Leaning against the counter, legs crossed at the ankle and one arm tucked across his chest, he asks, “Can’t sleep, right?”

You nod, not shocked at all that he has you pegged. It’s not unsurprising for a mutant in this place to be unable to sleep. 

Logan nods as if he understands and you know he does, you remember the incident with Rogue just a year or so ago, that and the stories you hear about him wandering the halls at night. It’s why you’d always been so eager to slip down here during restless nights, constantly hoping that this would happen to you. 

And now that it has happened, you don’t know what to do. There’s not much for you to discuss with Logan, the two of you don’t have all that much in common. He’s far older than you, for starters, at least a decade and a half on you from what you’ve gathered. He’s been gone for a while, but you think the others have caught him up on everything that he’s missed already. 

So you just build onto what you have. 

“I just can’t fall asleep. Every time I start, I shake myself awake.” 

Logan takes a swig from his beer and pulls his lips tight, a face of sympathy sliding over his features—eyebrows pinched, lips downturned, eyes a little narrowed. 

“Yeah?” You nod your head. “Sounds horrible, kid.”

Kid. You know you’re younger than him, it’s obvious, but you’re not a kid. You don’t see why he thinks of you that way. Rogue and Bobby are kids and you’re older than them. More mature, no longer a student but now practically a teacher. 

You don’t want Logan to see you as a kid. You know what you want him to see you as, but it seems to become more and more impossible by the day. 

You don’t say anything, lifting your foot enough to press the toe of your slippers into the cleaned grout between the tiles at your feet. 

“Tell you what,” he begins, promoting your head to lift, “next time that happens to you, you come find me, alright? I know how much it sucks to be alone like that so if you need me, come find me.”

That’s what you did. 

After you left the kitchen, finally letting your grin break free since no one was around to see it during the trek back to your room, you told yourself you would only go to Logan if you needed him. 

You tried to sleep, snuggling yourself in a cocoon of blankets and pillows around your head. You lit a candle, counted sheep, made up scenarios to doze off (ones that definitely didn’t involve Logan tenderly holding your hand and stroking your cheek and—), but nothing seemed to work. 

So you found yourself standing in the doorway of Logan’s bedroom, one hand still on the doorknob and the other toying with a loose thread at the bottom of your tee shirt. The bedroom is dark, save for the moonlight peeking through his opened curtains, but from the hallway light behind your back you can see Logan’s frame under the sheets. 

His back faces you until you harshly whisper his name, which at the call of he lifts his head, looking at you, and then rolls over completely to click the lamp on his nightstand on. 

“What’s wrong, kid?”

You feel so meek when you explain, like you are a kid, crawling to your parents after a nightmare. 

“You told me to come find you.”

His squint relaxes. His entire frame relaxes actually. He sits up, jerking his head in a beckon. You click the door shut behind you as softly as you can, approaching the bed timidly until you stand on the other side. 

And then you just hover. You stand there hesitantly, staring down at the slightly unmade side of the bed. Logan doesn’t say anything for a minute, but once the silence and hesitance stretches to an uncomfortable end, he speaks up, his voice groggier and raspier than it was before. 

“You gonna sleep from there? Is that some mutant power that I didn’t know about?” He says it like he’s teasing you, and when you look at him you can see the small smile on his lips. It’s similar to the one he sports when he’s messing with Scott but with more softness in his eyes. 

You scoff, trying to play it cool when Logan lifts the sheets for you and you climb under them. This side of the bed is cold and unused and you wonder if you’re the first person to use it. 

You get as comfortable as you possibly can. You fluff the pillow and create the perfect indent for your head, you pull the sheets up to your shoulders, you lay on your side and face the window, and then when Logan clicks the light off, you close your eyes and try to sleep. 

You don’t know how you thought this would be any better than struggling to sleep in your own bed, because it’s so much worse. 

In your own bed, you were left with the out-of-reach fantasies of Logan. You laid in bed, giggling to yourself as you imagined what it would be like to lay next to Logan. You filled your head with blurry images of Logan’s frame, what he would look like with his eyes closed and his face completely relaxed. You tried to imagine the heat of his body in the cold of your room, trying to change your body temperature just with a thought. 

But now it’s all right beside you, left there for you to catalogue so you could never forget this moment. 

The feeling of his body so close yet so far from yours. The sound of his breathing. The smell of his body wash and the way it lingered on his sheets. You’re finally in Logan’s bedroom, but you’re not getting what you want. You truly don’t think you ever will. 

It’s impossible for you to sleep now. You try to keep your tossing and turning to a minimum, only moving when absolutely necessary and doing so with tentativeness. You’re trying to be meticulous with your movements, all with a goal to disturb Logan as little as possible. You’re a guest here, after all. 

But even if he wasn’t an attentive mutant you knew he would’ve eventually gotten fed up. 

He calls your name, soft yet sounding like a warning, and you’re quick to apologize. 

He doesn’t say anything else for a second, then, “Whatever’s on your mind, squash it. Jus’ let it go.”

You don’t mean to sound as bitter as you do when you say, “Easier said than done.”

Logan shifts and turns around until he’s facing you. You stay facing the window. 

“What usually turns your mind off?” he asks. “A glass of warm milk?” 

When you laugh it’s halfhearted and maybe this is the final indicator that something about you is off. 

“Look at me.” You obey embarrassingly quickly. 

You can’t really see him in the dark, but the white light from outside illuminates the slope of his nose and the apples of his cheeks. You can sort of see his eyes too, the usually light green darker because of the environment, but the shadowy fan of his eyelashes is as distinct as usual. 

“Seriously, tell me what’s going on. Anything I can help you with?” He lets the question linger in the air for a second before adding on. “You need me to rough a few kids up? You being bullied?” He says it like a joke.

“No,” you say. 

Logan makes an ‘ah’ sound. “Yeah I’m sure you could handle yourself.” The sheets lift again. “Come ‘ere.”

Shit, shit, shit. 

You listen to him, scooting closer until you’re wrapped in Logan’s arms, enveloped in his warmth. It’s nice and comfortable, the sound of Logan’s heart right next to your ear, the security of his arms wrapped around your frame. 

“Does this help you?”

You hum affirmatively, already starting to feel more comfortable than you had before. Your heart beats painfully hard in your chest and you start to get self-conscious, knowing that Logan can definitely hear it.

Right on cue, he laughs a bit against your head. 

“Nervous?”

“No.” God, you’re so obvious. 

Logan’s laugh grows until he’s snickering, doing a terrible job of stifling his laughter. “‘s alright,” he eventually says. “Nothing wrong with that.”

You make yourself as comfortable as possible, pressing your back to Logan’s chest, trying to ignore the hard feeling of his body behind you. You can basically feel everything, the plane of his chest pushing through his tee, the ridge of his sweatpants against your lower back, his legs against yours—tempting you to intertwine them together, his feet hanging right under yours. You’re not exactly dressed for this and your shirt has ridden up, bunched at the top of your ass and exposing your panties. You wonder if he knows. You wonder if he cares. 

This is helping you a lot, but there’s still something on your mind. Something you need to solve before you can go off to sleep. 

You don’t know what it is that makes you confident, that makes you want to ruin a good moment. Maybe it’s the dark providing you comfort, but you lay it all out. 

“You treat me like a kid.”

Logan takes a second. You can just barely make out the hitch in his voice. “...Yeah?”

You’re glad he can’t see you when you pout. It wouldn’t have done much to help your case. “I’m not a kid, Logan. You don’t treat Rogue like a kid.”

“Rogue is different.”

“How? I’m older than her.”

“Just … can we not argue?”

“We’re not arguing.”

“Yeah? Then whaddya call this?”

“A conversation between two adults.”

He hums as if he’s unconvinced. 

You won’t let it go. “How is Rogue different?”

“Go to sleep,” he admonishes.

“Can’t. Not until you answer my question.”

Logan sighs. “‘cause I’m not attracted to her, alright?”

Oh. 

Oh. 

Wait … what?

You’re sure your silence is enough to express your confusion because Logan adds on. 

“I’m trying to set boundaries between us, kid—”

“Don’t call me that.”

He corrects himself with the use of your name instead, but it comes out the same way. “We need boundaries between the two of us. You think I don’t see how you look at me? ‘s not good.”

“If you’re setting boundaries why did you invite me in here.”

“Because I wanted to help you.”

Why is he making you feel crazy? He just told you he’s attracted to you, but he wants to set boundaries? There are barely any boundaries here. You’re alone with him, in his bedroom, tucked away at the end of the hall surrounded by mostly empty bedrooms instead of bedrooms of asleep mutants, curled up against his chest. This is the most opportune time, yet he didn’t want to make a move.

Maybe you were reading too much into it. 

You go to pull away from Logan’s embrace but he keeps you pulled tight to his chest. 

“Don’t do that,” he says it like a command and just to piss him off you consider pulling away. But you’re really comfortable and this is a comfort you aren’t sure you’re ever going to find again. 

“Just go to sleep, alright,” he says your name again, much softer this time. He says it like he’s coaxing you like your name is the final tune in a lullaby. 

Maybe Logan has other powers you aren’t aware of because just that one sentence is enough for you to let it go and submit to the sudden exhaustion that settles over your body like a weighted blanket. 

You don’t know if Logan’s been avoiding you. Mostly because you’ve been avoiding him.

It’s not often that the two of you would have to run into each other, but there were a few times when Professor Xavier extended the invitation to observe an upcoming class, and you declined upon learning that Logan would be subbing. 

You kept your distance as much as you could, even keeping yourself locked up in your bedroom throughout the night, no matter how restless you got. You were miserable, not only because you wanted to be near Logan, but because you were fucking exhausted. 

You could barely stay awake throughout the day, always sneaking off for power naps, taking whatever you could get even if it was only five minutes. 

But you finally have the rest of the afternoon to yourself and you intend to use it to sleep. Uncaring of how much it threw off your sleep schedule, you just needed a solid half hour curled up at the foot of your made bed like a dog, sleeping to your heart's content. 

Of course, it’s on your way up to your room that you run into Logan. You try to ignore him, continuing your path up the stairs, praying that Logan will continue on his path downstairs. 

You don’t know what it is about you that says come talk to me! but Logan stops in his journey, turning to face you. He calls your name, continuing even when you don’t respond. He follows your trek up the stairs and down the hallway, always right on your heels and within arm's reach. 

By the time your hand reaches for your bedroom door, Logan is practically breathing down your neck. 

You know there’s no avoiding him now, but you also don’t want to. 

You stand still, hand wrapped around the doorknob, waiting for Logan to say his piece. 

“Why’d you lead me to your bedroom?” The way he says it, with such arrogance and assurance woven into that same joking manner as if he wasn’t the one who turned you down just a few nights ago. 

“Fuck off, Logan. I just wanna get some sleep.”

You twist the knob and this is what wakes Logan up. “Okay, wait.” His hand reaches out and rests on your elbow. Just this one touch strikes you still. “Will you look at me?”

You turn around, trying to keep your gaze hard even as you take in his appearance for the first time in days. 

The bags under his eyes, the relaxed smile that’s constantly on his face when he’s around you, the thickness of his eyebrows, the points in his hair. You’re staring at his hair, wondering if it’s naturally like that or if he does it himself, and when you look at his eyes again there isn’t a connection. He’s staring at your lips instead. 

You lift your eyebrows impatiently, already imagining the sleep you’ll get after you ruminate until you can’t form a coherent thought. 

Logan opens his mouth. “Look, I’m sorry if you got a little hurt from the other night. Is just this age gap and your little crush is not gonna wor—”

You’re already turning around, deciding whatever else he’s going to say isn’t important at all, but Logan stops you. His movements are fluid, they flow naturally from his body and straight into yours, causing you to move with a coordination you didn’t expect. He spins you back around and pulls you straight to his chest, your hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself, while his hands rest on your hips and your cheek. 

The movement is quick, it happens within a couple of seconds, and it makes the moment after feel so much longer. Nothing but shared blinks as Logan looks at your lips and you look at his. You’re so close to him, even closer than you were the other night, but neither of you makes a move. 

You’re considering making the first move, opening your mouth as if to ask him a question that was still unknown to you, but then Logan’s grip on your cheek tightens as if he’s holding you still and he moves in closer, and closer, and closer until his lips ghost over yours. 

In the end, it’s you who crosses the bridge. 

Your lips touch, sandwiched together, but neither of you do anything. Not until you take a tiny step closer, really nothing but an adjustment of your feet, is Logan pulling you into him. He digs his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, that one hand possessing all of the aggression that doesn’t exist in the hand holding your cheek. 

It’s like the touch of two different men—one who wants to devour you whole and the other who wants to treasure you. You hope that they’re able to coexist as you desperately want both. 

You let Logan kiss you feverishly, an intensity unlike anything you’ve ever seen him display settling in his lips. The Logan you knew was always relaxed, walking around the mansion with a carefree, practically laissez-faire, attitude. He didn’t meddle, he kept his hands to himself, always wrapped around a cigar or a beer. 

But now those hands were wrapped around you for the second time this week. 

You press your hands into the shoulder of his white tee shirt, starting to slide them up towards his hair before you resist. You want to get comfortable kissing him, but you’re still out in the hallway. 

Having the same thought, Logan pulls away from your lips with enough time to open the door, latch his hands onto your hips, and blindly steer you backward until you’re in the room. He stares down at you the entire time, that same smirk on his lips as he kicks the door closed behind him with a single boot. 

And then he has you pressed against the wood, sandwiched between a rock and a hard place. 

He looks at you for a second, his gaze lingering, and then he gets back to it. 

If even possible, Logan has more passion this time around. He sinks his hands to your thighs, pulling one up by his hip. He slots his legs into the opening until your center is hovering over his thigh. You don’t know what to expect, but when he flexes the muscle and presses his limb right up against you, you’re already trying to get more. 

Logan smiles as he kisses you, clearly entertained by your anguished need to get off. He doesn’t verbally reassure you, he doesn’t help you grind yourself down, he doesn’t do anything but continue kissing you. 

When you need to come up for air, knocking your head back into mahogany as you intake large gulps, Logan dips his head down and explores as much skin as he can. He creates a path of kisses from your jaw, down your neck, to the exposed parts of your chest. 

You tilt your head down, locking your hand into his hair and trying to redirect his lips back to yours, but he stops you with a hand pinching your cheeks. 

His eyes flick back and forth between yours, nothing but mischief and arrogance in the green. You wrap a hand around his wrist with the initial want to tug him away, but you like the hold he has you in. You like the look in his eyes. 

“Good?” His voice is softer than his grip. 

You nod, trying to grin as best as you can when your lips are forcibly puckered. 

Logan smiles right back at you. “You got a rubber?”

You nod again, scurrying to your nightstand once Logan lets you go. He tells you to get on the bed and you take the liberty of throwing your shirt off and bra as you go. You have enough sense to step out of your shoes, unclasp your jeans, and tug the zipper down in the path. 

By the time you’re sitting on your bed, you can feel the anxiety thrumming through your body. It’s a good kind, the kind you’ve been seeing less and less of lately. You’re still a little tired and still desiring a solid nap, but it can definitely wait. This is your main priority. 

Logan speaks to you as he undresses. 

“You still doing okay?” he asks as he’s pulling his tee over his head. When you nod, he moves to his belt, thick but deft fingers undoing it and leaving it hanging open and hooked into his belt loops. 

“You tell me if you wanna stop,” he says as he pulls his jeans down, stepping out of them right after he steps out of his boots. You give him a look and he clocks it immediately. 

“You think you can take it, bub?” He laughs. “Yeah? Don’t you think you’re talkin’ a big game?”

Petulantly, you roll your eyes. “Logan, I’m not a fucking kid, I’ll be fine.”

Wrong. So, so, so stupidly wrong. 

You are fine, but the sight of Logan’s dick sends nerves down your spine. You’ve talked yourself up, you can’t go back, so you do what you can. You let him peel your jeans and panties off, hoping you look as seductive as he does. You keep your eyes on his abdomen, tracing the vein that runs from the right of his navel down to his cock, breathing as well as you can while Logan lines himself up. The first push burns, just like you expect it to, but you adjust quicker than you thought. Eventually, all you can feel is pleasure. You’re so full when he’s only halfway in you. You feel stuffed as soon as he bottoms out, his heavy ball sack resting flush against you, a thick forest of pubes pressed against your cunt. 

Logan is so much, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. Hovering and staring down at you as his hips rock into yours, slowly and experimentally at first. It’s not until you draw a leg up over his hips that he increases the strength of his rocks. 

He has one hand keeping himself steady and the other holding your waist. It’s so intimate, and not only because he’s fucking you, but because he’s staring down at you the entire time, his teeth bared as he watches you for every single reaction. His eyes rake down your body, watching the way your tits jiggle before dipping lower to watch the way he’s entering you. You can’t see his gaze, but you can feel it, the weight of it comparable to the weight of his cock in you. 

There’s an inhuman nature to it, hidden deep below the surface as if he’s trying to hold back, but it’s there. You’re made aware of it when you clench around him and he growls. It comes from the back of his throat but it’s a sound you’ve never heard before. It’s so Logan, you don’t think anyone other than him could make a sound like that as erotic as it is. You want to hear him more, you want your moans to blend together amongst the four walls of your bedroom, but he keeps his sounds to himself. It’s like there’s a disconnect between the both of you, like Logan’s still holding back even though he’s balls deep in you. 

“Logan,” you whine, getting his attention. He looks at you with concern in his eyes, his hips slowing down. You shake your head, pushing more towards him. “Please,” you beg, praying he knows exactly what you want. 

“What? What d’you want?”

“More.”

Logan gets rougher. He’s grinding up into you like his life depends on it, blunt nails delving into your skin as if he wants to break it. You wish he would. You aren’t regenerative like he is, but you still desire the broken skin, the beads of blood, the marks left behind. 

You’re thinking about it, eyes lidded and falling closed when Logan knocks his forehead into yours once. He moans, closed-mouthed as his head lolls to the side, a shiver shaking him from the bottom of the spine up. 

“Jesus, baby,” he says. It’s all he says, but it’s more than enough. He keeps going, digging his tip into you deeper and deeper until it feels like he’s swimming in your guts. 

He drags his head down until he can wrap his lips around one of your nipples, licking and sucking before moving on to give the other one the same treatment. You desperately want him to mark you up, you want a reminder that this—the thing you’ve been wanting since Storm and Scott came back with two new mutants in tow—actually happened. Bravely, you reach out and tangle your hand in his hair, surprisingly softer than you thought it would be. You don’t hold him down much, just enough to communicate what you want nonverbally. And then after a few tortuous seconds of hesitation, his lips wrap around the skin atop your left breast and he sucks. The strength in it stings, it reminds you just how strong Logan is, but it feels so good. 

Unexpectedly, you feel your muscles seize. It starts in your tummy, deep down near where Logan’s been massaging, and then it just doesn’t stop, likely because he doesn’t stop. 

It’s like he’s spurred on by the feeling of you cumming, motivated by the way your back arches and you reach for the heavens as you clench around his cock. 

He gets a burst of energy, fucking you like he has something to prove when really it’s you with something to prove. 

You’re overstimulated, struggling to keep up with Logan, but you don’t want to tap out. You talked a big game, you can’t back down now. So you remain silent while Logan pulls another orgasm out of you, hoping he won’t notice the way your eyes brew tears without your consent and the way your lips quirk with the impending request to slow down. 

Of course, he notices. 

He’s grinning with sympathy—you don’t know if it’s sincere or faux—when he takes a hand and strokes your cheekbone. 

“I see ya, kid. Feels good, yeah?”

For some reason, when he calls you kid like this, you don’t completely hate it. 

There’s no point in lying, so you nod. 

“So tight,” he winces, eyebrows pinched together as he flashes his teeth, a dimple in his right cheek appearing with it. 

Just as you didn’t warn him before, he doesn’t warn you when he cums. You feel it though, the way his thrusts get sloppier and faster just before he gives you one punctual one, and then you feel the confined warmth of his cum shooting into the condom. 

You wish you weren’t as exhausted as you were, because the next time you’re conscious, it’s dark out and the bedsheet is covering your body. You’re hot, hotter than you usually want to be when you’re sleeping, but you’re bare naked. That and you only have a thin sheet covering your body. 

It doesn’t take much investigation to figure out what’s making you so hot, not when it’s attached to your back with one meaty bicep slung around your neck and keeping you pulled against him. It takes you a bit to fall asleep, but once you do, you’re out for the rest of the night.