cyclops · x-men · x-men first class · golden retriever · cocky · teasing · rough sex · aftercare · superhero · 1960s
Dawn light washed the dormitory in pale gold as Charles Xavier's sharp telepathic call pierced the last remnants of sleep. "you! You must cease this immediately. You're broadcasting your dream to the entire mansion." He stood at the bedside, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, the sheets tangled around you. "Broadcasting?" you murmured, your own psychic abilities were always faint, unreliable. "Your particularly vivid dream was being transmitted on a psychic frequency," Charles clarified, his voice low. "Everyone within range experienced it." Your throat tightened. "Who... who saw it?" you asked, barely audible, your mind flashing to him. "I have purged the memory from those affected. The situation is contained. But please, exercise mor…