summary: x24 pins you down and takes you in the forest. (680 words)
tags: smut, gn!reader, rough, reader is into it but slight dubcon warning i guess??, creampie (but reader doesn't cum), doggy style, x24 has escaped, scientist!reader, short and quick fuck, for the 'x24' prompt for logan promptober.
you can smell dirt. you can taste it. inhale it.
you can do so because your face has found its home there, directed by a large palm on the back of your head.
face down, he yanks your ass up, tears at your clothing easily because when he wants something, he takes it.
and he wants you.
you quiver, the forest air is cold and fierce on your now bare backside. scraps of fabric flutter in the wind.
before you have the chance to react, his face nuzzles between your legs and begins curiously sniffing and slurping. x24 thinks you taste good. it's new. it makes his dick lurch in his pants and fuck does he like that feeling. wants more.
he holds you open, large palms kneading at your ass to keep you in place. and you accept it, gladly, albeit flushed red from embarrassment. if your colleagues at the lab could see you now. . . face down ass up for an experiment?
x24 is more than that. you know it. you know they know it.
there's a plead in there somewhere between all the moans slipping sweetly from your lips.
he paws at his dick between his thighs, locked up tight beneath the material. it yearns to be free. he's the master of his own fate now.
for a split second, his eyes flit around the forest floor as though he will be scolded for following his own will. but with no one around, he allows himself to pull his dick free from its confines.
it's large, leaking, heavy, seeking you. it stands well above average, and he marvels at how it throbs in his palm.
x24 grunts as he plays with it. eyeing your eager hole, he watches as it twitches and begs for attention.
an idea springs to mind.
you gasp as you feel his tip twitch at your entrance.
he feels big.
you know he's big.
you've seen it before.
but never felt it.
and then he's pushing in. and you're crying out. the stretch is delicious. he thinks so too. his hands smooth across your back and then grip your hips, trying to find the best way to push in, to make your body accept him.
so you arch, giving in, letting him drive deeper as your eyes roll back.
how many times had you thought of this? dreamt of this? too many times.
meanwhile there's fireworks lighting in his brain, pleasure blooming in his gut, growing a garden so beautiful he thinks he could do this forever, chase this feeling forever.
why had he never been allowed to do this before? where had this feeling been all of his miserable short life?
finally, he's found sanctity, a reason to live, in a hole in the woods.
his body snaps down, covering yours as he bottoms out and then pulls back, snapping in again.
you yelp and try to pull your head up, but his firm hand pushes you down again. fuck you love this.
and he takes you. deep. hard. rough. it's not long before his balls are tightening. what is this feeling? it's tingling, need curling in his very core.
then he bursts, hot, sticky, wet and thick and white and abundant. it floods your twitching, spasming hole as he roars against your ear.
it feels good to be claimed, you think.
he's snarling, gasping and rutting with the sound of wet slaps that ricochet from tree to tree.
x24 slows, catching his breath. the beautiful feeling fades to a gentle buzz.
you attempt to catch your breath for the first time since he pinned you down. your thighs shake, you ache to cum.
his cock twitches, as does his nose, feels the way your hole flutters.
he doesn't soften, not even for a moment. in fact, you feel him swell again as your body forces another shudder.
it's in that moment you realise he'll keep going as long as he wants. and it's in that moment too, that you realise that this is what you've always wanted. held down, fucked in the dirt, by a man they call a monster.
Just realized all of Patrick Stewart’s Charles’ onscreen deaths - including the X3 fakeout - are at the hands of evil alter egos of his surrogate children.
In X3, he’s “killed” by the Phoenix, the evil doppelganger of his surrogate daughter Jean.
In Logan, he’s killed by X-24, the evil doppelganger of his surrogate son Logan.
In Dr. Strange 2, he’s killed by the MCU’s Scarlet Witch, the evil doppelganger of his surrogate daughter (and actual stepdaughter) Wanda.
And all three of his surrogate kids in these situations are left thinking - and in Logan’s case, saying - “it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me.”
