Hopelessly Delusional

"You okay, babe?" You ask, your ignorance of his growing member making his chuckle and harden more.

"Ja, ja, just... I miss you." He murmurs, smiling as his hand cups his erection. "Wish I could go back to the Mansion and hold you, but this mission requires me to stay the night."

You hum in response, the noise going straight to his dick unbeknownst to you. "Yeah, it would be nice to have my fluffy boy holding me."

He groaned, squeezing around his cock through his boxers. "Ja, I'd love to be next to you, mein Schatz..." He said, his voice noticeably getting more and more hoarse.

"You getting tired? You sound... a little off." You ask, sitting up on the other end of the phone.

"No, no, I'm fine. Just, uhm... really missing you, Mäuschen." He laughs, the sound husky and crackling over the phone. He can't help but push his underwear down and freeing his cock. The head is purple and leaking with pre-cum already. "You know, if you just keep talking, I'm sure I'll fall right asleep."

"Oh, yeah?" You laugh softly, listening closely to his voice. "You sure nothing's on your mind?"

His hand wraps around his cock as he laughs and purrs into the phone, "Just you, Süßer. Always you." He squeezes his throbbing length, inhaling sharply. His thumb rubbed the pre around his cock head, hissing.

"Are you-" you laugh, not believing your thoughts, "Are you touching yourself, Blau?"

He swallowed hard, looking down at his length, "Would you be mad if I were?" He says, his smile audible.

"I wouldn't but you should... tell me if you're jacking off to my voice." You laugh, close your bedroom door and lay out on the bed. "Maybe I wanna join. Would that be so bad?"

His eyes widen, his cock throbbing at your question, "No, that would be... wunderbar, ja..." He whispers, not even realizing it as he stretches his neck. "You're wanting to-"

"Yes, Kurt. I would love to hear you moan over the phone." You smile, his skin burning as your words wash over him, flushed and horny and all kinds of yearning to be home with you again.

"Naughty, naughty..." He murmurs, stroking himself finally, letting go of a breathe he didn't even notice he had been holding. "I wish I were there, I am in urgent need of your sweetness."

You laughed, your hand dipping into your own pants as your back arches off the mattress. You turned your head into the pillow, smelling the faintest bit of the sulfur-y scent Kurt leaves behind. "I'm sure you are," you whine, your hand rubbing over your core, making you moan softly, "I need you, too."

"Mm, I'm sure. You sound sooo needy," He says sarcastically, speeding up his hand around his dick, starting to pant, "You sure you want to do this?"

"I was going to jack off tonight anyways, why can't I do it with my lovely boyfriend?" You murmur, breathing out slowly as you started to work yourself up as well.

Kurt's cock throbs as he listens to your pant and moan, doing the same as his balls tighten and abs contract. "You'd sound much better under me, mein Schatz. Taking me until we're both more than satisfied."

"Oh please, you shouldn't promise things you won't follow through one," You whine out, making him chuckle.

"I plan to do everything I say as soon as I see you again, Schön. I'll rush you to our room just to get a taste of your lips before I undress you and ravage you entirely."

The words make you whine, the noise making him groan out as he strokes himself slower, "You really are needy, huh? Make more noise for me, Liebchen."

You moan out, the sound playing on the other end of the phone into his ears. He purrs, egging you on more, "You need to use a toy, mein Schatz? Go ahead. I want you to be just as pleasured as I am with your voice."

You chuckled lowly, pausing as you considered it. He had a way of making you do things without even telling you to, maybe it was the accent, or maybe you were just so attuned to him that your knees got weak. You whine into the phone, standing up, "Fuck you."

"I will eventually, Süßer, but right now you're on your own." He grinned, his hand pausing it's stroking as he licked his lips, "You're going to ride something and pretend it's me, while I talk sweet nothings into the phone, ja?"

You moaned as you nodded, doing exactly what he said, "Mhm-" You squeak out softly as you obey, lubing up a toy and putting it against your entrance, "Kurt-" you hiss, biting your lip as you tried to hold the phone against your ear.

"Yes, Liebchen? You need explicit instructions, hmm?" He chuckles softly, even more so as you moan out. "Stuff yourself full and ride my pillow. Shove your nose into the pillow and let go, let me hear your sweet, sweet noises."

You gasped at how his dirty words, but that didn't stop you from obliging. You moan and whine against the pillow as you hold the toy, a strangled, pathetic noise escaping your throat, almost enough to make Kurt spill all over himself.

"Goood, goood..." He murmurs, nuzzling into the phone as he lets out a few groans as he speeds up, cock leaking an intense amount of pre-cum as he growls, "Can't wait to silence you with my mouth, my tongue wrapping around yours."

You bite down on the pillow breathing in slowly as i whimper, the sound barely picking up on the other end, but he hears it, smiling as his lips part, his tongue swiping along them. He groans, "Going to cum, mein Liebe-"

His words make you whine out more, encouraging him to keep talking, moaning and grunting as he tries to push himself over the edge, "So close, ah, just a little more, I need you so bad Liebchen." He hisses, bucking his hips and sliding his length in and out of his hand, cumming and being just as vocal as he usually is, the white spurts covering his stomach and thighs as he continues to moan into the phone.

Not only does his orgasm make your core do a flip, but the sounds cause your own, making you follow suit soon after, giving him back the same amount of moan as you ride out your own climax.

You both pant for a short while, your eyes fluttering shut as you listen to his pants and gasps on the other end. Neither of you talk or even move for a while before he chuckles softly.

"Ich liebe dich," He whispers, eyes rolled shut as he still holds his throbbing cock, "See you soon, ja?"

"You okay, babe?" You ask, your ignorance of his growing member making his chuckle and harden more.

"Ja, ja, just... I miss you." He murmurs, smiling as his hand cups his erection. "Wish I could go back to the Mansion and hold you, but this mission requires me to stay the night."

You hum in response, the noise going straight to his dick unbeknownst to you. "Yeah, it would be nice to have my fluffy boy holding me."

He groaned, squeezing around his cock through his boxers. "Ja, I'd love to be next to you, mein Schatz..." He said, his voice noticeably getting more and more hoarse.

"You getting tired? You sound... a little off." You ask, sitting up on the other end of the phone.

"No, no, I'm fine. Just, uhm... really missing you, Mäuschen." He laughs, the sound husky and crackling over the phone. He can't help but push his underwear down and freeing his cock. The head is purple and leaking with pre-cum already. "You know, if you just keep talking, I'm sure I'll fall right asleep."

"Oh, yeah?" You laugh softly, listening closely to his voice. "You sure nothing's on your mind?"

His hand wraps around his cock as he laughs and purrs into the phone, "Just you, Süßer. Always you." He squeezes his throbbing length, inhaling sharply. His thumb rubbed the pre around his cock head, hissing.

"Are you-" you laugh, not believing your thoughts, "Are you touching yourself, Blau?"

He swallowed hard, looking down at his length, "Would you be mad if I were?" He says, his smile audible.

"I wouldn't but you should... tell me if you're jacking off to my voice." You laugh, close your bedroom door and lay out on the bed. "Maybe I wanna join. Would that be so bad?"

His eyes widen, his cock throbbing at your question, "No, that would be... wunderbar, ja..." He whispers, not even realizing it as he stretches his neck. "You're wanting to-"

"Yes, Kurt. I would love to hear you moan over the phone." You smile, his skin burning as your words wash over him, flushed and horny and all kinds of yearning to be home with you again.

"Naughty, naughty..." He murmurs, stroking himself finally, letting go of a breathe he didn't even notice he had been holding. "I wish I were there, I am in urgent need of your sweetness."

You laughed, your hand dipping into your own pants as your back arches off the mattress. You turned your head into the pillow, smelling the faintest bit of the sulfur-y scent Kurt leaves behind. "I'm sure you are," you whine, your hand rubbing over your core, making you moan softly, "I need you, too."

"Mm, I'm sure. You sound sooo needy," He says sarcastically, speeding up his hand around his dick, starting to pant, "You sure you want to do this?"

"I was going to jack off tonight anyways, why can't I do it with my lovely boyfriend?" You murmur, breathing out slowly as you started to work yourself up as well.

Kurt's cock throbs as he listens to your pant and moan, doing the same as his balls tighten and abs contract. "You'd sound much better under me, mein Schatz. Taking me until we're both more than satisfied."

"Oh please, you shouldn't promise things you won't follow through one," You whine out, making him chuckle.

"I plan to do everything I say as soon as I see you again, Schön. I'll rush you to our room just to get a taste of your lips before I undress you and ravage you entirely."

The words make you whine, the noise making him groan out as he strokes himself slower, "You really are needy, huh? Make more noise for me, Liebchen."

You moan out, the sound playing on the other end of the phone into his ears. He purrs, egging you on more, "You need to use a toy, mein Schatz? Go ahead. I want you to be just as pleasured as I am with your voice."

You chuckled lowly, pausing as you considered it. He had a way of making you do things without even telling you to, maybe it was the accent, or maybe you were just so attuned to him that your knees got weak. You whine into the phone, standing up, "Fuck you."

"I will eventually, Süßer, but right now you're on your own." He grinned, his hand pausing it's stroking as he licked his lips, "You're going to ride something and pretend it's me, while I talk sweet nothings into the phone, ja?"

You moaned as you nodded, doing exactly what he said, "Mhm-" You squeak out softly as you obey, lubing up a toy and putting it against your entrance, "Kurt-" you hiss, biting your lip as you tried to hold the phone against your ear.

"Yes, Liebchen? You need explicit instructions, hmm?" He chuckles softly, even more so as you moan out. "Stuff yourself full and ride my pillow. Shove your nose into the pillow and let go, let me hear your sweet, sweet noises."

You gasped at how his dirty words, but that didn't stop you from obliging. You moan and whine against the pillow as you hold the toy, a strangled, pathetic noise escaping your throat, almost enough to make Kurt spill all over himself.

"Goood, goood..." He murmurs, nuzzling into the phone as he lets out a few groans as he speeds up, cock leaking an intense amount of pre-cum as he growls, "Can't wait to silence you with my mouth, my tongue wrapping around yours."

You bite down on the pillow breathing in slowly as i whimper, the sound barely picking up on the other end, but he hears it, smiling as his lips part, his tongue swiping along them. He groans, "Going to cum, mein Liebe-"

His words make you whine out more, encouraging him to keep talking, moaning and grunting as he tries to push himself over the edge, "So close, ah, just a little more, I need you so bad Liebchen." He hisses, bucking his hips and sliding his length in and out of his hand, cumming and being just as vocal as he usually is, the white spurts covering his stomach and thighs as he continues to moan into the phone.

Not only does his orgasm make your core do a flip, but the sounds cause your own, making you follow suit soon after, giving him back the same amount of moan as you ride out your own climax.

You both pant for a short while, your eyes fluttering shut as you listen to his pants and gasps on the other end. Neither of you talk or even move for a while before he chuckles softly.

"Ich liebe dich," He whispers, eyes rolled shut as he still holds his throbbing cock, "See you soon, ja?"

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Scott Summers

WHAT HE CALLS YOU: Almost always by your name. But when he lets his guard down (or when you're alone), a quiet "Darlin'" slips out. Sometimes, looking away nervously: "Sunshine" (ironic, given his power, but that's his awkward charm).

• ACTS OF SERVICE: He'll silently plan your training schedule, check your suit's seals, bring you coffee while you sleep because "you look tired." For him, love is action. He'll fix your broken things without a word and leave them on your desk. If you're hungry, food appears – even if you didn't ask. He believes love means you don't have to worry about the small stuff because he's already handled it.

• QUALITY TIME: He needs to just sit beside you in silence in the Blue Area. He doesn't talk about feelings, but if he chooses to spend an hour with his plans and you – that's the highest form of devotion. He'll watch you read a book and not look away, because your peace is the only thing that quiets his endless anxiety. He hates loud crowds, but for you he'll go to a party – and keep your hand under the table the whole time.

• PHYSICAL TOUCH: He won't hug you in public, but when you pass each other in the hallway, his fingers always linger a second too long on your waist. He adjusts your collar before a mission, holding on longer than necessary. When he sleeps, his hand always reaches for you – even when he doesn't realize it.

The Little Thing: He always stands so as to shield you with his back from any potential threat, even when you're just doing the dishes.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Logan Howlet

WHAT HE CALLS YOU: "Darlin'" (the highest approval), or just a growl of your name. But when he's angry or worried, it slips out: "Mine." One word that sounds like a threat to everyone else.

• PROTECTION: He won't hug you in public. But he's always between you and danger. If someone looks at you wrong – Logan's claws are out. His love is his body in front of yours. When you walk down the street, he's on the traffic side. When someone raises their voice, he stands and stares until they stop. Protecting you is instinct – stronger than adamantium.

• QUALITY TIME: Sitting by a fire, drinking whiskey, silent, watching stars. He doesn't need words. If he asks you to come to the woods to "breathe" – that's a date. He values silence with you more than any conversation. He doesn't need restaurants or gifts – he needs you beside him when he wakes from nightmares and checks if you're still alive.

• ACTS OF SERVICE: He'll bring you breakfast in bed (grumbling that he "was just passing by"). He sews your torn jacket with surprisingly gentle fingers. He fixes your motorcycle so you won't crash. Everything he does translates to: "I don't want you to get hurt."

THE LITTLE THING: leaves one un-smoked cigar on your desk — just so you know he stopped by to check if you were sleeping.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑Remy LeBeau

WHAT HE CALLS YOU: "Chère" — his classic, like "darling" but with an edge of "my woman." When he wants to tease or rile you up: "Petite" (Little one). When he's serious: "Mon cœur" (My heart). He says it with an accent that melts even the walls.

• RECEIVING GIFTS: He brings you jewelry he "found" (won fair and square in poker!), old books from closed libraries, or unusual flowers. He remembers that trinket you stared at in a shop window three months ago. For Remy, a gift isn't about money – it's about attention. He'll pluck a rare flower from a dangerous ledge just because it reminded him of your eyes. Every present is a little adventure, stolen from the world just for you.

• PHYSICAL TOUCH: Dancing is his element. His hands are always on you – your shoulder, your lower back. He loves tossing cards dangerously around you just to make you laugh. Remy can't be in the same room without touching you. It's how he checks you're real. He'll kiss your hand in public with such grace that everyone forgets to breathe, and your cheeks burn.

• WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: Remy is a master of compliments. He'll tell you you're beautiful even when you've just woken up and you're grumpy. He loves teasing you, but behind every "Petite" is pure adoration. He tells everyone around how amazing you are – even when you're standing right there, blushing.

THE LITTLE THING: He never touches you with charged cards. Only regular ones. Because he doesn't want to risk you.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑Kurt Wagner

WHAT HE CALLS YOU: In his native tongue. "Mein Schatz" (My treasure) is the baseline. When flirting: "Kleine Teufelin" (Little she-devil). When you're sad, he touches your forehead and says "Engel" (Angel).

• PHYSICAL TOUCH: For him, contact is sacred. He constantly takes your hand in his three-fingered palms, wraps his tail around your waist when passing by, and tucks your hair behind your ear. He needs to feel you with his skin – because his appearance repels others, but you let him close, and that heals him. He hugs you from behind while you cook, rests his chin on your shoulder, and breathes in sync with you. His tail is its own love language – curling around your leg or waist when Kurt is too shy to speak aloud.

• WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: He loves telling you beautiful things. Not cheap – profound: "Your soul shines brighter than my teleport." He leaves you little notes in German tucked into your coat pockets. He always finds the right words to lift your mood, because he knows how heavy it is when the world looks at you with fear. He calls you "light" in every sermon, even if no one but you understands who he means.

• QUALITY TIME: Kurt loves sitting with you on the Institute's roof on clear nights, pointing out constellations and telling stories from his travels. He's never in a rush. He needs you to stay as long as you're willing. Every minute with you feels like a prayer he never wants to end.