Archive of Our Own ^beta

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(dialogue only because... it's wheatley. i have some catching up to do.)

Hey, just coming in to check on yo- OHMYGOD I'M SO SORRY--! Ow, ow, I, ah, help? Fell off... Thanks.
What were you even doing? Why do you think doing that right now is productive at all? Why are you - putting me there...? Wow, you're warm... I mean, warmer than I thought humans would be, especially down here, you know. I figured it would be a bit colder, since it's kind of a thing for--
Ahaha, see, you keep... uh... rubbing up against me. Specifically my eye here, and I kind of need that to see? I mean - you don't have to stop, I can just shut it--

You like it?

Like-Like what? Like, you like my eye, or?... ohh, the warmth. Okay. I mean, a-as long as it won't damage me - you'd have to pay for that, you know - you can keep doing that. If it helps you relax, I guess...
... Man alive.

I can't really feel, not in the same way you do, but, uh... that does feel nice. Good. Ah... I mean, if it feels good for you...

Keep going, then. I mean, what's the worst that could happen...

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All day, you two had been spatting back and forth. Logan couldn't seem to keep up, every instance of you calling him "old man", every time you'd hurry ahead of him or tease him or squeeze him. It wasn't easy for him to resist the thoughts that came to his mind every time you two ended up alone.
You two got on the bus, heading home after a long day of shopping for office supplies for your new job. He held your bags. There was only standing room, so you held his bicep and he held the arm strap. Worn, taught muscles flexed underneath your fingertips. A hand touched the opposite side of your hip, bags bumping you as you lean closer into his touch. He subtly moved you in front of him.
"That's a good girl..." He leaned forward, murmuring in your ear. Skin prickled. "Don't worry... your old man's got you. Just stay still..." He pulled you just a little closer. You could feel the chill of his belt buckle through your t-shirt, and the press of eroticism in your stomach as he held you close. Your stop arrived. The two of you, and a few others, got off the bus.
"You and your dad are so cute!" The bus driver chimed as you two walked past.
"Thanks! He's the best dad ever." You beamed at them. Logan grit his teeth, tugging you along.

"Best dad ever, huh?"

Two strong hands picked you up under your waist, and hoisted you down roughly onto the bed.

"Say it again."
"Say what?"
SMACK! He popped you across the mouth.
"Best Dad ever, huh? I never knew you cared, with how much of a brat you were today." He crawled on top of you, towering over you. Before you could sass back, his claws SNIKT out of their place in his arms, inches from your face. "Not a fucking word, slut." He growled.
"Shut me up, then." You managed to squeak out, barely, through his hot breath and your fear. He growled as he exhaled.
"That's it, I've had enough of your mouth. Come here!" He snapped. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, shoving you down to have your forehead against his belt buckle, smothering your face in his jeans - in his straining cock.
"You're gonna finish what you started, hear me?" He snarked.
"Anything for you, Dad." You cooed.

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it was late winter, in a drafty alleyway.

it was late winter, in a drafty alleyway in new York city, and you were inebriated beyond your limits.

it was winter, you were drunk - yet here you were, getting absolutely ravaged by two of your best friends after one too many mouthy comments about the older man inside you not being able to keep up. you were being cocky - "confidence" was a fairly new concept to you - and it caught up with you once you remembered their healing factor made it so they won any sort of competition.

logan, your old man, gripped your hair and yanked back hard enough for you to see him backwards. to see his toothy, sharp grin as he pounded into you from behind. between that and the feeling of wade - your other best friend and roommate - sucking and rubbing against anything he could find below your waist was leaving you trembling. wade held your hips still so logan could thrust mercilessly, his tongue anywhere he could find between your clit and his cock.

"what was that about not being able to keep up?" logan growled, hand moving from your hair to the base of your throat - not choking, just holding you in place. wade snickered from down below.

"yeah, remember when he ate like eight hot dogs just to piss you off? i can-"

"shut the fuck up down there."

wade whimpered. "yes, sir." back to work his mouth was, and was your undoing.

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"To see you be made humble."

It was a zap to your core - his degradation and cruelty, when last time you were here, he praised you so much for just clicking a different button.

"This isn't a challenge..." He grumbled. "It's a travesty." You sat back, defeated, in one of the little wheely office chairs. Well, three minutes to live. Your hand pressed to your chest - your heartbeat - as it raced at his praise. The ghost of contact left your skin prickling.

"Trying to remember what it feels like to be touched, hmm? Any semblance of human contact? That's a shame, because in... 2 minutes and 30 seconds, it won't matter whether you are alone or with me. You're gone." Being alone with him certainly wasn't so bad either, you thought. If you were going to die, would it be so bad to go to the sound of his voice? You leaned your head back, drinking him in.

"Although, you probably wouldn't even notice if I was there touching you or not, would you? You wouldn't even know how or why I'm watching you - which, by the way, I am watching you. I'm witnessing the defeat of someone who barely even tried." Your face heated up, and you straightened out in your seat, yet didn't find the urge to stand.

"Two minutes left. Are you going to put on a show for me, or just sit there looking pretty?"