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loganbcrnes · 2 years

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Gym Fever

Logan Howlett x reader x Victor Creed

Summary: you are working out at the gym, when tensions rise between you, Logan and Victor

warnings: 18+, smut, double-penetration, anal & vaginal, pussy eating, blowjobs & unprotected sex.

authors note: hello! I’m back with this oneshot, i’ve been going to the gym for the past few months and kept thinking about how hot it’d be to go to the same gym as Logan and Victor, so i just haaad to write this. Obviously set in an alternate universe or some shit, because i don’t think Logan would ever be a fitness trainer lol.

readers ethnicity and body type isn’t mentioned, want everyone to feel inclusive. Enjoy :)

How did you end up laying on a yoga mat with one man fucking your throat and the other eating you out?

With your legs draped over Logan’s shoulders and your nails digging into Victor’s thighs, you lose yourself in the mist of pleasure clouding your mind. While the big muscular man standing over you rolls his hips and fills your mouth with the sole purpose of chasing the tightness of your throat, the other, in between your legs, spreads your lips to marvel at the sight of your pink and shiny sex before giving it a kitten lick, first testing the waters, then diving in and ravishing the delicacy offered to him. The thing about the situation that has your skin heating up and your head swimming, is the fact that you could get caught by anyone, it’s the thrill and the anticipation of getting in trouble that makes you excited and keeps moisture pooling at your core.

You all know it’s against the gym’s policy for employers to fraternize with customers, you’re all fully aware of the consequences if you’re caught in the act. Logan could be fired, yours and Victor’s membership could be taken away and you could be blacklisted if you’re not careful. Next time, if there is a next time, it won't be so rushed, it’ll be more meticulously planned, choosing one of your homes instead of the workout room well past closing. Next time, you sigh to yourself, your mind already planning ahead.

Logan Howlett, your personal trainer, doesn’t waste any time in drinking the slick you are, so generously, producing for him; you taste amazing, sweet with a pinch of sour, your walls are greedy for his fingers as they pump into you and your toned legs flex around his head, threatening to lock him in place until you are completely satisfied. His goatee and stubble burning your inner thighs as he continues to lick.

He revels in the gargled moans escaping from your full mouth, in the little jerks of your hips when he touches your sweet spot and insists on rubbing it, flicking and sucking on your hard nub at the same time. Victor Creed, Logan’s brother, but also your gym bro, could make jokes about how healthy he is for you, how many benefits his cum would give you, but he refrains himself as this is not the time to joke, this is the time to watch the outline of his cock when he pushes in deep down your throat, this is the time to hold your shoulders and make sure you take all of him with your nose pressed to his testicles. It’s difficult to properly breathe, however, you try your best, to please them, to make this special workout session worth it for everybody.

Drool and spit drip down your blushed cheeks, slick and saliva trail down your sex, wetting your tense ring of muscles in their path, but none of it touches the ground; Logan flattens his tongue and collects every last drop of it, Victor scoops it up with his thumbs and uses it as lube to rub your nipples, to make them wet as if he was suckling on them. Are you on Earth? Are you on another planet? Are you flying or are you grounded? Your head is incapable of forming coherent thoughts at the moment, your body feels like it’s experiencing electric shocks every time the tip of a tongue or the pad of a finger touches it.

Everything feels like you’re watching your bent backwards body from above, as if in an extrasensory bubble ready to burst any second, now. All the built up tension reaches a breaking point when Logan pushes your legs up with his hands on the back of your thighs and dives into your pussy without even taking a breath. Victor leaves your mouth as he sees your writhing, conscious that your orgasm is about to hit you, you breathe in fresh air through desperate pants and roll onto yourself, climax making your whole body flex and fall from the hard but squishy ball.

“Victor, you should taste her, she’s amazing” Logan chuckles, licking the remnants of your release from his lips.

“Oh, I will, don’t worry” your eyes are closed as you try to regulate your breathing again, but you can hear the smirk in the man’s voice and shiver, knowing they’re not even half done with you.

It all started earlier that day, when you were doing some mobility stretches before your appointment with Logan for some new compound movements. Your consultation went pretty well, afterwards you talked a little about your lifestyle, how active you are, what your goals are and, then, he asked about your sex life, if you had anyone you could exercise with or who would cook for you to see if he had to simplify recipes even more or not.

That question should have sounded disrespectful and completely out of place, but, when you told him that, no, you did not have anyone by your side, his eyes darkened and his voice lowered for just a second. The air around you felt thicker, you couldn’t be the only one feeling some sort of tension between the two of you and that’s when Victor came in, not even knocking, not expecting anyone to be there except for his friend and brother. He felt it immediately, the sexually charged air around you, he could almost see little sparks going off around your bodies, a smirk grew onto his face and you could see his sharp teeth. He asked if everything was okay and both you and Logan whispered a weak “yes” in unison, as if practiced. Victor was a little confused but he let it slide, exiting the office with a small smirk and going back to his workout. You left soon after, power walking to the women's locker room to splash some cold water on your face and change into your gym clothes, shorts and a sports bra, ready to do the compound moves that Logan showed you earlier.

Everything went well during your training, you did some deadlifts, squats, Bulgarian split-squats and by the end of it, your legs and butt were sore and felt like jelly, you could barely walk. Victor looked at you doing sumo deadlifts, pushing your butt out, he looked at Logan looking at you from a little window dividing the activities room from the main hall with all the machines, he looked intently and he got an idea. It almost felt like a little lightbulb turned on above his head and he had to tell his brother because he knew he would have agreed in a heartbeat.

So that’s how you ended up in between the two men, it all sparked from the elder’s idea to have some fun together since you, yourself, mentioned you had no one, what bad could some fun do? Well… maybe you did a little crush on them, but you were never going to let them know that.

Right now, with Victor’s naked body sprawled over the mat-like floor, you mount his face, nestling your sensitive core over his lips as Logan comes to kneel beside you both. His fingers trace a path across your shoulder blades and down your chest to fondle your breasts gently, squeezing the soft mounds and pinching your nipples to send a shock wave up your spine. You are convinced Victor’s lips are wicked because there is no way he is this good, they can’t feel so soft at every press over your folds, his tongue can’t reach so deep inside you, his sharp teeth softly nibbling at your clit, it is just not possible! However, it is possible, the man in between your legs flattens his tongue to trail the length of your soft lips and lap at your wetness before fucking you with it.

His hands snake up to your ass and squeeze your roundness, pushing you to move, to ride him properly. It’s a gentle slap on your ass cheek that awakens you from your sensory trance and sets you free to move, to roll your hips and to grind on his lips over and over, filling the room with beautiful melodies of rhythmic “ah ah”s.

“Shit… Look at you, Darlin’” Logan marvels at the sight of your body bouncing, of your back arching when you rest your hands over Victor’s thighs.

Logan looks at you for a long minute, he observes your features, the little creases on your forehead, the way you furrow your eyebrows at a particular flick of the other man’s tongue, and it’s only when your body shakes from an impending orgasm and you flop down, curving your back, that he grips your hair in his fist and pulls you back, stealing a gasp from your throat.

“Don’t forget about me, doll” Logan mutters, low, making you open your eyes and look at his blown out ones.

Talking is not necessary in his situation, you think, actions speak louder than words, so, while you keep yourself balanced with one hand resting on Victor’s wide hairy chest, the other stretches to the side to hold Logan’s thick cock and jerk him, slowly. The man hisses as soon as his neglected length is granted some attention, he growls, low in his throat and lolls his head back, living the moment and the softness of your fingers circling his hardness.

“Just like that” he sighs when you pick up the pace a little, still able to pump him even with pleasure threatening to overwhelm your entire system.

It’s too hard to resist, to keep moving, after a while, as your body is too tired to keep going. You sit on the man’s face, almost suffocating him, however, he doesn’t relent; he keeps lapping at your folds and, once he encases your pearl in between his teeth and bites, everything inside you explodes. You flop on your side, then, next to Victor, and abandon Logan’s length for the time being. Victor pulls you close, whispering soft praises, stroking your hair, and rubbing your back, gently, to slow the tremors raking through your body and calm down the fast beating of your heart.

Your throat is parched, your legs won't stop shaking, but you want more. You haven’t had enough of them yet, you want to stroll even further into the lion’s den and feel them both inside you at the same time. Victor can tell, he can tell by your still heavy breathing and the way your body fidgets restlessly to press against them, that you need something, you’re searching for the peak of your pleasure. He, sneakily, grins at you, already planning what next to do to have you moaning for them.

His hands drift slowly to your hips, fingers gripping tightly to pull you closer to him. He feels the slight movement as you tuck your leg between his, rocking softly against his thigh and making his cock visibly twitch against his belly. The man lets you take control for once, he lets you move as slow or as fast as you want to, admiring all the little changes happening in your face from pleasure, from frustration for not getting where you want to, from desperation as your body grows hot again, as your legs grow tired.

When he feels you slowing down your rolls, Victor flexes the muscles of his thigh and gives you new sensations, new friction to use to get off and, with renovated fervor, you start a new ascent to utmost pleasure. Your moans, high in pitch when your orgasm runs towards you, alert the two men who wait just a little longer, they wait for the moment just before your release, they wait and stop you with both sets of hands on your hips and legs. Victor stills your hips while Logan, forcefully, lifts your legs and turns you around to rest on your back again, wet and aching sex denied its awaited price.

“Whyyy” you whine in protest, eyes fixated on the ceiling. You do want more, you feel insatiable, you need more to quench your thirst, why are they not giving it to you?!

“Let’s move to the main room” Logan chuckles at your antics, helping you up. Both men stand with their cocks up and present, almost calling your attention by dripping salty drops of pre-cum in front of your eyes, however, this is not the time to swallow them, Logan knows what he wants and he’s determined to get it, now.

The bench press underneath Victor’s body feels soft at the touch, the man lays on it as if he was to start exercising, however, he’s only instructed to hold you against his chest while Logan stands in front of you both and stares at the way your breasts bounce with your heavy breathing, at the way your lower lips are so puffy and dark pink looking. He’s reminded of taking you into his mouth mere minutes ago and he groans, needing to feel your body again. With your back pressed to Victor’s sweaty chest, you try lifting yourself up by holding the bar above your head so as not to rest your whole weight on the man beneath you. He stops, though, he circles your middle with his strong arms and holds you in place making you feel the presence of his length nestled in between your ass-cheeks.

“Lay down, frail, don’t worry” Victor whispers in your ear before nibbling at your lobe.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just enjoy the ride” Logan interjects as his fingers trail a path up your legs, sending shivers up your spine.

While Victor’s fingers pinch and roll your nipples in between them, Logan works on stretching your rim for the first time. Your pussy is left untouched and neglected, good for nothing except dripping wetness onto the man’s fingers. It feels a little too much, at first, but he takes it slow, he lets you get used to the foreign feeling and, then, scissors you to make sure you are ready for the other’s cock.

“Victor is big, you know that, you need to be well prepared” He smirks, crouching down and bringing out his tongue to press it to your ring of muscles and push it inside your body alongside his two digits.

It really is strange but, once the initial uneasiness is gone, you only experience pleasure and a fullness you’ll never forget. A couple more minutes and Logan leaves your, now, wet ass to draw a line up your sticky sex.

“Are ya’ ready?” he asks him, then, to which Victor nods and, lightly, lifts you up to align himself with your hole and lower you on his shaft.

“Ah… Shit... “ he moans, lost in your tightness. “She’s already clenching so much” he groans, then, trying his best not to pull you down completely. His hips move slowly, sliding deeper into you, stretching you wide for him, inch by inch. The sting of pain is overpowered by the sweet hum of pleasure washing over you and you throw your head back, wanting to feel more of him, needing to have him deep inside you. He takes his time, though, allowing you to adjust to the fullness and enjoy everything he's offering.

With a grunt and a final rock of his hips, he nestles his cock deep inside you. The feeling of him pressing against your walls makes your breath hitch and your chest heave. Logan sees the intense pleasure coursing through you and uses this chance to line himself up with your still wet core, rubbing his cock along its length to tease you for a quick moment before easily slipping inside you. The feeling is magnificent, your eyes roll back in your head and you visibly shiver. Your mind trails off into its own world, enjoying the way they’re thrusting into you and the simultaneous rush of pain and pleasure kissing a path through your veins.

You’ve never felt anything like this, your skin is on fire, burning from the inside out, as Victor holds you close with your back pressed to his chest and Logan’s finger digs into your hips. Your moans bounce off the walls, loud sounds fill up the silence of the room as both men move in search of a rhythm. Victor has his arms wrapped around your middle and his feet planted firmly to the floor to help him thrust up into you as he moans into your ears, low sounds that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “That’s it, taking my cock so well, frail” he growls into your ear.

You lift your eyes to focus on Logan standing over you, pressing your legs to your chest as he pumps into you, his head thrown back, eyes glazed over and sweat soaked hair laying on his forehead. His biceps clenching and tears of sweat running down his hairy chest, the hair now matted. Everything you’re seeing, feeling and hearing is keeping you at the edge of a precipice, waiting to dive over with the right thrust at the right angle. Logan drops his head, eyes meeting your own with a smirk that makes your blood feel close to boiling point and your skin feel you are standing too close to a pit of fire.

“It’s okay, baby, let it out. Scream for us.” Logan says as he presses a thumb against your lip, easing it from the clutches of your teeth.

He doesn’t stop there though, he shifts your body further up Victor’s chest and drapes your closed legs over his shoulder so he can lean forward and capture your lips with his. The kiss is lewd and sloppy, a tangle of tongues and spit with the soft popping of lips as they separate only to join once again, but it's when his hips press forward and his hard length presses painfully deep into you, that your dam breaks. This is the angle, this is the thrust you needed to have you free falling into an oblivion of immeasurable pleasure. They both feel it at the same time, your walls clench tighter locking them in, your entire body convulses and your head falls back against Victor's shoulder as you go pliant between them, pulling your lower lip between your teeth to ground yourself as immense pleasure courses its way through your veins like wildfire.

The moan that escapes your lips is like an aphrodisiac to both men and the way your body almost shuts down with them inside you sucking them in, squeezing them so tight it's almost painful, is like a bridge to a new world. Small bursts of white flash before your eyes as you feel yourself drifting off, floating, when the two men find their own release with low moans and grunts, both of them rocking into you at different, uncoordinated, paces.

You all lay like that for a while, catching your breaths and finding Earth once more as they caress your skin and stroke your hair, both of them whispering soft praises into your ears so your smile never leaves your lips. Logan moves first, pulling out of you slowly to get your water lying carelessly nearby. You finish it in about three large gulps before Victor pulls out of you gently, being careful not to hurt you.

You watch the glazed and awed expression on their faces as they both watch the way their cum leaks from your holes and something inside you stirs again, like an ember trying to become a flame once more. Clothes thrown around the workout room are gathered and they both help you get dressed, stopping occasionally to leave soft kisses over bruises that are left as reminders of the day’s session on your skin.

“I can’t believe we did that” you sigh as the three of you are sitting in a circle, just relaxing, taking in what happened. Victor snorts, “well maybe next time we can plan somewhere a little more comfortable, hmm?” he says, smirking. “Where I can do a lot more dirty things to ya’”. He says, coming closer to you. You lean in to give him a kiss, “sure, you’ve both got my number”

The three of you rise to get your bags, “I’ll keep that in mind” Logan says chuckling.

As you pull away from the fitness center, you make a note of two things: the first being to call them both in the morning and talk about where you go from here with your arrangement, and the second being to reach out to the gym to upgrade to a VIP membership, since the added benefits just might come in handy after-all.

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mr-voorhees-husband · 2 months

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,,sabretooth time

Warning: Probably ooc Victor (he’s soft, but still very insane), he is just very in love, late valentines one shot, Victor gets home and shows you how much he loves you, nsft

Info: Victor Creed (comic) x FtM!Househusband!Reader

Victor stepped into your shared home, shrugging off the thick bear pelt coat and hanging it up onto the wall. Sniffing the air, Victor grinned widely at the smell of his favorite dinner being cooked, brown sugar ham, mustard greens, and best of all, homemade rolls.

“Somethin’ smells good.” He grinned, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Large hands pressed against your body and held you close as Victor nuzzled his face into your neck. “Almost as good as you...”

“You’re hilarious.” You chuckled softly, leaning back into his hold. “How was your day, baby?”

“Good,” he muttered, a clawed hand trailed beneath your shirt, sharp claws gently scratching at your skin, never breaking skin. Victor knew he reeked of blood and sweat, but he also didn’t care. He always had to get a lungful of your smell when he got him. “Yers?”

“Fine,” you smiled, basking under the affection of your lover— used to his smell, even if it was disgusting. You couldn’t live with Victor and not grow used to the smell of copper and musk, it was almost impossible. “Do you know what today is?”

“Valentine’s.” Victor pressed a kiss to your neck, “is that why ya’ made me such a wonderful dinner?”

“It’s your favorite.” You replied without an ounce of hesitation, letting out a soft moan as Victor started to leave hickies and marks on your neck. “Vic, dinner’s gonna get cold.”

“Mmm…” Victor grumbled, claws digging into your stomach and holding you tighter, continuing to litter kisses and nips onto your neck. Something he loved to do. He always had to mark you up, even if the two of you lived in a cabin in the middle of the Canadian woods, it was a primal need for him. If you weren’t marked up, he’d drop everything to mark you up once again. “Fine,” he growled out, “but you better be ready. I got plans for you.”

“I expected as much.” You purred, slightly leaning into his hold as he pulled away before walking off. “You got the table?”

“Always do.” Like always, Victor got to work setting the table, pouring you both your choice of drink and setting up the utensils. He didn’t really know why he did this every night, maybe part of it was because it was his chore as a child, and another part of it was because he really didn’t know how to clean other than very simple organization and trashing.

He was thankful that you didn’t hold it against him, especially considering how many times he tracked mud, snow, and blood into the house.

After dinner was served up, Victor swallowed it down like he always does, returning for seconds and then thirds. Each time he filled up his plate again, you didn’t bother to hide your smile. Victor loved to eat, that was no secret, and knowing you fed him more than enough always made you feel a bit proud. He hunted the food, you cooked it, but you always made enough so there was leftovers— simply because Victor had a habit of waking in the middle of the night and eating whatever was left straight from the fridge.

While Victor would never say it, everytime he came home to a cooked meal, he fell more in love with you. Maybe it was because of his childhood, or just his mutation, but cooking for him meant you cared— at least to him.

Victor placed his empty plate down in the sink and grabbed the ham bone, sitting at the table and starting to tear whatever meat was left on it before gnawing on the bone itself. When he heard you giggle, he looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a gruff, “what?”

“You look like a cat.” You giggled, placing your own dirty dishes in the sink to be cleaned later.

“Oh yeah?” Victor snorted, standing up and dropping the bone back into the pan the ham had originally been cooked in. Victor dropped to his knees and grabbed your sweatpants, ignoring your surprised gasp. “Do I look like a pussycat?”

“That is so bad—“ you tried to critique his horrible flirt, but it was quickly forgotten as your boxers were pulled down just enough for him to latch onto your dick. He let out a rumbling purr, grabbing onto your thighs as you moaned out. “Vic—!”

Without removing himself from your boypussy, he helped you the rest of the way out of your pants before suddenly lifting you up so you were on his shoulders and your crotch to his face. His tongue, barbed but not painful, lapped at your cunt desperately. Swallowing down each bit of slick and arousal like a man drowning in the desert.

“Victor—!” You moaned, hands digging into the wild mane he called hair. Victor groaned in response, nuzzling his face into your thighs— and you basked in the way his stubble burned your inner thighs.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, back arching while your cries of pleasure filled your shared cabin. Victor pulled away with a satisfied rumble— a noise akin to a purr— licking your cum off his lips. He dropped you suddenly, catching you before you could hit the ground, your crotch pressed to his own bulge.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” Victor growled, leaning down to nip at your skin, “You’ll get yer proper present later, but right now I think I wanna fuck you until you forget yer own name.”

It was going to be a long night— not that you minded.

#victor creed #victor creed x reader #Sabretooth #Sabretooth x Reader #tw nsft #trans reader

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iryslily · 3 months

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Can there please be more X Men x Human Reader fanfics? I like the mutant reader fanfics don't get me wrong but I fcking crave a Wolverine James Logan Howlett x Human Reader or Sabretooth Victor Creed x Human Reader where he is so inlove with her and knows he's so much stronger than her and treats her so gently while still being beastly protective and possessive of her 🥰❤❤ and its like a forbidden relationship because its a mutant x human too I just- why isn't there more fanfics with this dynamic? 😭

Sorry for rambling I just really like Wolverine and Sabretooth, they don't get alot of love tho rip especially sabretooth

#fanfic #x men #x men comics #wolverine x reader #sabretooth x reader #x men sabretooth #x men wolverine #james logan howlett #victor creed #victor creed sabretooth

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blackberry-gingham · 2 years

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For mental health reasons, I'm going back to my roots and doing imagines again, but this time with my new fixation: the xmen (doesn't mean I won't do fics btw, just that it's not my main content anymore).

Here's X-men with a human s/o

Cyclops

Very chill about it, as with most things

He's one of the biggest believers of "humans and mutants are equal", so he really doesn't even think about the difference between you two

Well, ok, he does in times of danger and crisis tho

He's the type to try and explain that he doesn't think you're weak, per say...

It's just that there are some things and people out here that you simply can't defend yourself against

Scott is naturally protective, but he's just a little more alert for trouble when he's with you

Gambit

Actually, sometimes I feel like he doesn't really consciously identify as a "mutant" tbh

By that I mean, he considers himself to be just like anyone else, rather then being a Mutant First(tm), human second type

He's a "Can't we all get along" type, until someone starts causing trouble for mutants

....Which happens rather often, it seems

He doesn't hate humans, but he's a little suspicious at times

He'll flirt with you easy, but when things start getting serious he may start to lay off a little

It's not personal, you just need to earn his trust a little first

Thankfully, he's a good judge of character and will come around in his own time

Jean

You guys get along so well!

Unsurprisingly, Jean has the same mindset as Scott as far as human and mutant relations

It's a little easier for her to blend into human society then it is for Scott however

That, and her lighter personality make it so that you wouldn't even know she's with the X-men at all

She's nothing if not transparent tho, and as long as she trusts you, will be pretty forthcoming about it all

Jean does feel a bit of responsibility in keeping you safe from harm, but she's not as inadvertently condescending about it as Scott can sometimes be

But don't be fooled, just because she's a little more tactful about it doesn't mean she's going to let you anywhere near danger tho

Nightcrawler

Interestingly, Kurt also holds the mutants and humans are equals ideology too, even with all he's been through at the hands of humans

The two are both created equally after all, and the sins of the few do not mean the sins of all as far as he's concerned

He is, however, very aware of his appearance meaning it's quite impossible for him to go the gambit route and act as though he too is "just like everyone else", despite how he feels

He's probably just more surprised that you actually want to be with him then anything specifically about you being a human or something tbh

I could see him trying to use an image inducer around you a lot, at least for the first little while

Don't worry tho, after a while and with some reassurance, he'll get used to going about in his natural form

Kurt's power is extremely passive rather then aggressive, just like his personality, so while I defiantly see him being protective of you...

He's more likely to just teleport you both away and stay out of dodge rather then fight for your honor or anything lol

Rogue

If you think being with Jean is a cool time, just go ahead and crank that up to 11 with Rogue

She honestly doesn't give a shit about whether you're a fellow mutant or not, and once she knows, she doesn't think about it

Well, sometimes in a moment of insecurity she might... But never does she think about you in a bad way

She's probably the most relatable in a sense, because as a mutant who looks fully human, she also wants nothing more then to be human too

Maybe you two can work out a way to get in quick moments of contact without it being to dangerous for you

She'll protest this, of course, but who knows? Maybe it's possible to build a little resistance

Because if such a thing is possible...

Gosh, you better get ready, because she'd never leave your side after all you've done to try and get closer to her

Sabretooth

Ok ok, I know that like basically ever since the 80s or so Sabretooth has been portrayed as little more then a bloodthirsty, human hating, killing machine...

But in his earlier debuts, at least once he's expressed a genuine sense of loneliness and desire to acquire a partner for himself

Sure to get there he basically kidnapped a human woman and held her hostage down in the tunnels where he was living, but you wouldn't be reading this if you didn't want to know how this could possibly work out would you?

I'll also have you know that in that very same comic, he's described by said woman as having been surprisingly nice to her and showing no signs of aggression, so there's that

Personally I kind of... don't like "smart sabretooth", if you will, but in a world where he can speak in complete sentences and use technology without smashing it in a fit of frustrated rage:

He will never let you forget that you are an itty bitty human and will tease you for it a lot

Don't take this as him not caring about you though, he's easily the most protective mf-er on this list and would, quite literally, both kill and die for you

No one gets to touch his frail

Storm

Another one for the humans and mutants are equal lot

She does, however, acknowledge that there are more often then not, notable differences between the two tho

Storm admires human resilience as well as their capacity for good, despite what some of the masses may get up to

As a result, she tends to see that trait in you and appreciates your support for mutant rights and freedoms

She can be a little intense and seem stern at times, but that's really only when she's been on missions

It can be difficult for her to relax because of how her emotions tie into her powers, but she says that simply being able to enjoy your company helps

If you two really get to know each other, you might catch her growing a little more playful with her powers around you

A gust of wind to tussle your hair, a splash of rain to cool you off, stuff like that

Times like these are rare admittedly, but knowing she's this comfortable around you is a reward all in it's own

Toad

Sabretooth is a special case, so he's excluded here, but Toad definably has the hardest time of all the others here getting on with a human s/o

It may have something to do with his feral nature, but while Vic still expresses the desire to "find a mate", be them human or mutant, despite what he too went through at the hands of humans as a kid...

Toad has no such designs, neither to go with his mutation nor to simply help him push past his childhood hatred for humans

Kurt may think he knows how it feels to be mocked, feared, and shunned, but even he eventually found some peace in his little monastery

Mort has had no such luck. Even his fellow mutants belittle him

Any advance from a human, even just friendly ones, will be instantly rejected

...However. He won't go so far as to completely keep distance from you

He may hate humans, but... Well... Maybe there is a little piece of him that's still holding on for acceptance

He's EXTREMELY slow to trust you, but once it's earned, you'll find he's actually very sweet and caring

Unfortunately tho, I don't really see him being able to drop the inferiority complex he's had ingrained into him anytime soon

Wolverine

Are you kidding? This guy has had so many human relationships, it's almost a joke

He never really talks about it, but there have been a few rare times where wolverine, like Rogue, has also expressed a desire to just be human instead of a mutant

Unlike Rogue, he will never discuss this with you however and assuming you don't somehow know he's a mutant before hand, he will most likely do his best to make sure things stay that way

Especially if he reeeeeally likes you

He more so hates what was done to him rather then his actual powers tbh, so while he's not particularly ashamed of being a mutant or anything like that...

He'd just rather you didn't know unless if you have to

Regardless of if you know or not, he's a close second to Sabre for most over protective mf-er on this list lol

In fact, this trait of his is most likely how you end up finding out he's a mutant

Damn it Logan. just can't keep those claws sheathed, huh?

#mwahahaah time to go back to the old days #xmen x reader #gosh this about to be is a long tagging section #idk if I should tag them by their names or their callsigns tbh #so i'll do a mix of whatever I want ig #names are boring but some of their callsigns can be confused with other media so #scott summers x reader #anna marie x reader #wolverine x reader #sabretooth x reader #mortimer toynbee x reader #ororo munroe x reader #gambit x reader #nightcrawler x reader #jean grey x reader

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pendragonfics · 1 year

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Paring: Victor Creed/Reader

Tags: gender neutral reader & GN pronouns, fights, conflict resolution, romantic fluff, triggers: alcohol abuse/alcholism and thunderstorms

Summary: After a tiff with Victor, Reader spends the night on the couch. It isn't until a storm comes over the farmhouse that they realise they need to be closer to him.

Word Count: 2070

Current Date: 2023-01-11

The hissing almost swallows his words beneath the just-pulled beer tab, but you catch it. It’s hard not to, as he barely opens his jaw these days to utter inhuman noises. You stare at Victor and wait for one of you to give way. The argument would not be made if he had listened to you, yet here you are.

His eyes are primal as he looks over the can, piercing your gaze.

“What?” he snaps.

“It’s nothing,” you retort. “If you even care.”

If you had dreamed that perhaps you’d be talking back to the Sabretooth himself a few years ago, you would have thought you were unwise, let alone asking for a shorter life span. Maybe that might be anyone else, but sometimes you could manage it. Not many people were this close to the man. Not many people shared this much with Victor Creed, yet you were still one of those he clashed with, albeit with his claws withdrawn.

“I’m too tired for this shit.” He barks.

“And I’m trying to communicate with a brick wall.” You throw your hands up in exhaustion and push your chair back to rise from the table. “But at least the wall would have something to say for itself!”

“Are you calling me an idiot, __________?” The can finds the table forcefully, making a harsh noise as it connects with the surface.

You can smell the drink wafting from his hot breath, yet you’re not in that proximity to your partner. It’s days like this when the liquor finds him that sets you off. It may wet his lips, but the stench of hops, of the acidic sting of bourbon that takes you back to the years of your childhood, when your lack of autonomy and the adults partaking would result disastrously for you.

“Stop putting words in my mouth!” You ball your fists, squint your eyes, and hold yourself in a tight embrace.

He grunts in response, but you feel your jaw tremor as sobs ricochet from your belly to the room. You can’t see well through the sting of tears, and stumbling backwards, you rush for the door. You’re smart enough to snatch the key fob and click the front door behind you. You don’t hear footsteps following, and you cross the snowy paddock to the detached garage.

Years ago, when you were shorter, younger, and impressionable, you lived under your father's roof. He was newly widowed, and with the agony of sadness that made its way into his heart, he drowned himself in the golden water from bars and bottle shops. You learned to take care of yourself young and distrust the drink. It left your father, a kind, intelligent, loving man, a vacant lot where once a palace stood.

Sometimes he was loud. More often, he was violent.

One night, you ran from him and slipped into a snowbank at the lake near your house. You should have died. Somehow, you breathed the water and stayed dry despite being submerged. A neighbour clearing snow found you the following day, head above the ice and fully clothed, alive.

You stare at the keys and realise you snatched the wrong set. Unless you wished to use the tractor, nestled in the barn until the weather warmed, there would be no radio and heated seating to take your mind off Victor and the plague of memories. It wasn’t unpleasant to sit in the snow, knowing your ability. Just…not something you did for fun.

Your eyes grow heavy after some time, and you do not want to kip in the powder when there’s a warm hearth calling for you inside. At this point, the clear sky ahead shows off the smattering of silvery stars above, like a bejewelled midnight sash draped above. You kick the excess white from your boots before you enter and pause at the bedroom door.

No.

Behind you, there’s still half a log in the fireplace and enough decorative pillows on the sofa. You take a coat from the rack by the door and bunker down for the night.

Sleep takes you like an old friend meeting you for a stroll, and then, you are off.

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He found himself near his home in the early hours of the night, a window of time when the daylight has not sprung, yet the night is a pale navy, traversable by nocturnal beings like himself. But he is recounting it too soon; yes, there is more to the story than his return. Sometime after the argument, he had fled the scene, shedding his cosy clothes for his white undershirt, and leapt from the screenless window frame to the snow below. It had been the tail end of a long slog at his last post, leaving him hollow and mindless. He had thoughts on Magneto and how his order of operations ran incongruent with his, yet he persisted.

Badly.

Victor took off running like an animal from a cage, yes. Yes! He is out, freed, and enraptured by the thrill of it all. He made for the forest and took to work on an oak’s thick, heather-brown trunk. With every slash of his fingers, he tried to release his anger, yet it left him aching and just as empty as before. Before him, the oak tree, perhaps several decades old, tottered in the breeze, its bark half-slain from his touch.

“Goddamned idiot,” he muttered to himself.

The wind had a bite to it, and only now he felt its sting. Not even his lupine traits could muffle the sensation. Now cold, angry, pissed thoroughly off and dissatisfied with his outburst, Victor stood in the snow, seething.

They had tried talking to him. It was better than he could do on his worst days. They had tried. And he hadn’t listened; worse, he glazed over their words. He stood in the snow-filled forest, thinking about what might have made them so worked up, what he had done to make them feel that way.

And then – it hit him.

He feels a jolt through his arm, energy. It snaps through his cells, poises his muscles, and before he can blink or stop himself, he has withdrawn his fist to dole a solid hit to the oak tree before him. It snaps, and like when a seasoned lumberjack fells a foe, the tree falls backward, away from him.

He exhales sharply, staring at the cracked stump where the tree just stood. It looked as if a bolt of lightning had invaded the wood and snapped its core, albeit without the burn marks, and the storm required to dole the hot, instant punishment. Victor now knows what he must do now. Later, he will take care of this outburst. But first, he must make things right with his partner. As he returns to the farmhouse, he notes the station wagon is under the carport, and the prints of his __________ appear old, buried a little under fresh powder. He makes it inside and sees their boots by the entrance, and then as he moves further in –

You are lying on the couch, wearing yesterday’s clothes beneath a snow coat, head crooked on a throw pillow and awkwardly lolled over the sofa’s surface. The last log of the fire has almost extinguished itself, the light very low in the room.

Victor should feel pity when he sees you. He should always feel it for someone with less skill to take care of themselves in the wilderness than himself, the Sabretooth. Yet now, and every time he sees you, there is something in him that expands in his chest that warms thoughts with a kind of emotion previously foreign to him. Silently, he opens the fireplace and lays kindling with some old newspaper balled up. It catches quickly, and deftly, Victor places a new log atop the smoulder of flames.

He looks to you, now bathed in the red-gold glow of firelight and feels that twinge turn in his stomach. He’ll make it right to you in the morning; he must. You look too peaceful to rouse in the ungodly hours of a Canadian morning. He secures the fireplace door and, with the prowess of a natural predator, sneaks his way past you to the bedroom.

He leaves the door ajar and trades his slacks for sweats, and as soon as his head finds the pillow, sleep finds him.

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You wake in a sweat, but not from your dream. It was a pleasant dream where you and Vic appeared human and traded niceties over decadent coffees in fancy mugs in an arthouse tea shop. Perhaps that was you in another life, but it was amiable, nothing that could stir you from sleep. Your eyes focus and notice the fire still burning. Or is it a new log? You can’t remember, but the room is warmer than when you went to bed, so perhaps that accounts for the sweat.

A low, guttural reverberation rocks the tiles on the roof above your head. Thunder.

It seems quite a (not) fortuitous twenty-four hours for you as you feel yourself rock again. Alcohol is a standard trigger for those raised around it. Most children grow out of their fear of thunderstorms, but you shake along with the rafters with the noise of the storm above.

It doesn’t matter that you went to sleep angry. It would be best if you buried yourself in the bedsheets, or better, in the crook of Victor’s embrace so there could be no change that the storm could touch your awareness. You leave the coat on the couch and scurry to the bedroom. Usually, when a storm rolled in, you would already be in Victor’s arms. You try your best to make your way to the vacant side of the sheets as quietly as you can, but a loud floorboard beneath your toes leads to the amber-gold eyes of your boyfriend meeting yours.

“Storm,” you say.

“X’s, or the –” he’s interrupted.

Another rumble, rhythmically similar to the previous one. When the silver-haired weather girl was around, her thunder was asymmetrical. Not that you knew, from experience. You weren’t a fighter. Just…a mutant stuck in the middle of the war between Professor X and Magneto.

“C’mere,” his voice is low but a good kind of reverberation that makes you fold like origami into his arms. “You okay, __________?”

You wait for the pace of your heart to slow a little before you respond. You know he can hear it beating, and together, you lay in the embrace, quiet as the storm moves overhead.

“You work so hard for us,” you whisper to him, the words dissipating in the early morning air as soon as you say them. “I shouldn’t fuss when you take liberties with your liquor. But…”

“Shhh, it’s okay. I might not be the brightest bulb, but I remember what you told me.” His shoulders flex: you can feel his biceps behind you tense up as you realise what he’s saying. He remembered. “Don’t give that cretin the time; he deserves all hell for what he did.”

“Vic, you can’t kill my father.” You remind him.

“I want to,” he grits out. “…but besides. I was an asshole about it.” He pauses, and, after a beat, as if the words came from somewhere else, but in the intonation of his voice, you heard the words. “M’sorry, __________.”

Your heart races. Never have you heard those words from him in the years of knowing, dating, and living with Victor Creed. You know how hard it is for him. You had always accepted his condolences in the form of his actions and as the blank air where he intended them to be translated as such. You turn in his embrace and bury your head into his chest. Your arms tighten around him, your legs intertwined with his. He bends his head toward you, and in the dark morning light, as the outskirts of Edmonton are waking, your lips meet.

“I ain’t perfect, __________, but I’m trying.” He says, his breath hot on your cheek. He peppers your face with measured, tiny kisses. You nuzzle into the scruff of his neck as another wave of thunder echoes, this time further away than before.

“Vic,” you tell him, speaking into his neck, where you are positioned, his jaw above your head, “You’re just about perfect to me.”

#Victor Creed/Reader #victor creed x reader #victor creed x oc #sabretooth x reader #X-MEN FANFIC #marvel fanfic #marvel x reader #pendragonfics #chaotic--lovely

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Hi there here is my request Victor Creed x reader where is his s/o first time. Please tage me when you publish Thank you again Have a nice day ^^

😍😍😍😍

First Time

Warnings: soft!Victor, Female!Mutant!Reader, virginity loss, praise, established relationship, X-Men Origins era, a hint of possessive behaviour

What do you do when you find the one? The person you want to spend the rest of your life with. The person who looks at you like sun shines out your ass. The person who makes you feel good about yourself despite all the shit you've done. What do you do?

You protect them. You worship them. You wait for them.

"Ya sure, Kitten? Cause I won't stop once ya get me goin'."

You nod your head quickly, eyes staring up at him like he hung the goddamn moon. Victor smirks, he can't help himself. The wait was worth it, all apart of the hunt if you asked him. But he knows it wasn't just that. He'd have waited a lifetime for you to be ready because he couldn't imagine not doing that. Victor would lay down his life for you again and again until the end of time if that would make you happy.

"Alright."

He lifts you up like you weigh nothing, forcing that little noise from you that you make every time he does this. He loves that little surprised sound. It makes him feel good and almost pure. But being with you always reminds him what he could be if he were to try. Victor carries you to bed, knows every inch of your barracks, and not just because they were the fucking same as his and everyone else here. He knows where you stashed your candy, where you hid your journal, how you folded all of your fear. Victor know you.

And you know him.

You rest your forehead against his and closed your eyes. A warmth radiates from you, a sweet tang in the air that tells him everything he could ever need to know.

His kiss is gentle, delicate even, the complete opposite of himself. Your fingers weave through his hair and his claws extend when his fingers flex against your hips. He lays you down softly, never letting go because he knows he'll never truly be able to let you go. Clothes are peeled away and with every bit of your skin revealed to him, he feels a bit purer.

"Victor," you murmur, full of so much- longing, lust, love. Everything he didn't think anyone would have for him.

"Kitten," he purrs, pressing his face into your neck. "So fucking gorgeous. Smell too good, baby "

He grinds his clothed crotch against your naked one. It's wet, so wet for him. He feels his control slipping, the beast circling in his chest. Victor tears his clothes, scarps of fabric littering the bed. You giggle, your heart rate increasing the longer you stare.

That giggle doesn't last when his cock slips through your soaked folds. His tip teases your clit he rocks his hips into yours. You reach for him, pulling him down to your mouth. The kiss is hungry, tongues thrusting and stroking. You break it with a whimper.

"Fuck me," you pant. "Please."

"Look at me, kitten, wanna see that pretty face when I own you."

You stare into Victor's eyes. Neither of you look away as his cock presses against your slit. Your fingers twitch at the stretch, it's uncomfortable. He stills for a moment, a shiver crossing through him. You shift your hips and wince as it pushes his cock deeper.

"Victor," you breathe. He's big, you knew that. But this is too big, impossibly big.

"Just relax for me. Let me in, kitten." He growls, sharp canines flashing in the light of your room. His hips pull back as you breathe in and just as you exhale he slams forward. You choke on it, tears prick at the corner of your eyes with sheer power radiating through Victor. "There you go, just like that. Fuck so good for me, kitten."

You whimper, wrap your legs tighter around his waist as he grinds his hips. It stung at first, but all you feel now is full.

And hungry.

"More," you whisper, rocking your own hips. "Gimme more, Victor, fuck me."

He raises one arm to grip your headboard, feels his claws punctures the wood.

"You ain't ever gonna get me to stop now, kitten."

#sloth asks #queengiuliettafirstlady #victor creed #soft!victor creed #victor creed x fem!reader #victor creed x reader #sabretooth #victor creed smut #sabretooth smut #sabretooth x reader

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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X Men Animated Yandere Sabertooth and Wolverine meeting a child who was created using both of their DNA

Ohoho, yes! I love those two! I write them as brothers, so I'll be careful in how the DNA thing works. That being said, we'll go with this:

Trying to knock sense into his brother was like trying to knock sense into a boulder.

Hard, rough, full of broken bones, and painful.

The b*stards at Weapon X had erased anything, everything, all of their past together, everything that had ever mattered from his runt's mind, and then had the audacity to use him as a weapon. Use BOTH of them as weapons. Forcing them to kill, to tear apart, to sabotage-

All because they were mutants.

And humans hated mutants, no matter what.

He killed them, the ones who did this to them. That still didn't fix things, though. He did fix quite a few of them up, though. Fixed them right into dinner. Into trophies. Into minced meat and bloodied bones.

That being done and over with-

He didn't expect to find a kid who was more or less a mixed clone- sibling- something, of the two of them...

Logan had done what he could throughout the years, trying to find his identity, his past, his lost loves...

Sadly, that past was full of hurting, hurting of him, hurting of others, and somehow, someway, Sabretooth always seemed to be nearby. Watching. Waiting. Pouncing. One of the few people anything like him, and the guy's a full-on nut-case.

Just peachy.

But he at least did his best to do good. Creed, he couldn't say that, could he?

But apparently this new bad wasn't his fault.

It wasn't his, either.

Who woulda thought the sickos who ran Weapon X would have made a kid?

Who would have thought that kid would have had parts of both their DNA, making them a clone of sorts, if not their own sibling.

The two can't stand knowing they have a mini other running about, one who has every flaw and nature that they have. Who is only a cub, a pup, nothing more than a kit trying to survive in a world too hateful to love 'em...

Course, they plan to fix that.

If they could just keep the kid away from the other feral-

"Back off, Creed!" Wolverine growls, unsheathing his claws as he faces off against the larger feral, who only growls back.

"Stay outta the way, runt. They're just as much my sibling as yours," he purr-growls, slowly moving in.

The two of them know Reader is watching them from their hiding place in the trees, eyeing them carefully.

This battle isn't about lost brotherhood or vengeance. This is about custody rights to the newest feral, THEIR own flesh and blood.

The moment their claws cross, the kit is scrambling through the high-up branches, looking for a way to avoid them as they tussle across the icy dirt, rocks and pine needles scattering in their wake. Sabretooth winds up on top, his knee pressed into his younger brother's ribs, the weight causing them to creak.

"Get off!" Logan hisses, struggling under the force, only to be met with a tut.

"Now now, Jimmy... That's no way ta talk ta yer older brother... Now, calm down. 'M not gonna keep the cub away from ya. But... I think ya might need ta take a small nap. Yer as grouchy as a pup without their milk," purrs Victor, and in a quick motion, stabs a large dart into Wolverine's neck, waiting until the smaller mutant falls unconscious.

"'Kay, kit, it's yer turn! Now, ya can come out and take it easy... Or ya can play hard, and take a long nap like the runt over here..." he calls out, slowly pulling himself up and dusting off the snow that's covered him.

When they don't respond, he huffs lightly, then lunges onto the nearest tree, clawing his way up, until he finds where Reader hid themself. He grins, glad to know they didn't leave while he and their brother fought...

"Time ta come home, kit..."

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere wolverine #platonic yandere sabretooth #platonic yandere xmen: the animated series #platonic yandere victor creed #platonic yandere logan howlett #platonic yandere graydon creed

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creedslove · 1 year

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🌠 Second Headcanon Masterlist 🌠

Hello! I hope you are enjoying my headcanons and now you have all of them organized here!

FIRST HEADCANON MASTERLIST:

#1 Here

VICTOR CREED (SABRETOOTH)

#1 Victor comforting chubby reader who is insecure

#2 Victor being insecure about his animal traits

#3 Victor comforting a sad reader

#4 Forgot about me (one shot)

#5 Victor soothing his cub's tummyache

#6 Victor purring at reader

#7 Victor overhearing what reader wants to do with him (one shot)

RAY DONOVAN

#1 Ray getting involved with hispanic/single mom reader

#victor creed #victor creed x you #victor creed x reader #victor creed x y/n #victor creed headcanon #sabretooth x y/n #sabretooth x you #sabretooth x reader #sabretooth #ray donovan #ray donovan x you #ray donovan x reader #ray donovan headcanon

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im-his-druidess · 2 years

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Monsters I Would Write For:

Victor Creed/Sabertooth (X-Men 2000)

The Vampire Armand (Interview With The Vampire)

Hellboy/Anung Un Rama (Hellboy 2019)

Recom Miles Quaritch (Avatar)

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coolgirl32 · 26 days

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How do they get jealous

I'll be using my OC for this also no copywriting or rewriting without my permission also please do enjoy and don't be afraid to request any fanfiction about X-Men supernatural or 100% wolf okay enjoy

Omega Red

He hardly ever gets jealous because he knows you so well but when he does get jealous he either put his arm around your waist and kisses you on your cheek or when you're not looking or you're doing something while you're not looking he strangles the guy with his tentacles and tell them to back off. He's very insecure so please reassure this poor man that is loved and that he's the only one for you.

Wolverine

When he gets jealous he either play is it cool and acts like he doesn't care or he growls at the guy who tries to flirt with you but he knows you love him but still he doesn't want anything touching what's his. Like Omega Red he's very insecure but he doesn't show it so please reassure him that he's the only one for you and show him you do love him.

Sabertooth (I'm using my OC for this one sorry not sorry)

When Victor gets jealous he growls at the person who flirts with Jacqulyn of course Jacqulyn new Victor very well so of course for anything bad happened she stopped Victor and pulled him outside away from everyone when she asked him what's going into him he didn't want to say anything so of course when she realized he was jealous of the guy who was flirting with her she smiled softly and told him nothing bad will happen to her and she told him she'll make it up to him Victor was very intrigued on what she has planned to make it up to him. 😉

Dog Logan 🐶🐺( this is what dog Logan looks like I do not own the picture)

He doesn't get jealous very often but when he does he gets violent not towards you but towards the guy who was either hitting on you or harassing you either way that guy ended up in the hospital dog doesn't want to lose you he's scared to lose you and he's scared that he might end up like his father of course you reassured him that nothing bad will happen and he's nothing like his father it helped dog a little bit but he wants to protect you he loves you no matter what and you're the best thing that ever happened to him.

Saul Creed🐆🐯(this is what saul Creed looks like)

He does get jealous but it doesn't happen very often but when it does happen it only happens when either his brother shows up or some stranger shows up to harass you he's not only pissed but also very upset and jealous he knows you can find someone better than him but you choose to stay with him you love him so much he loves you so much he wants you to have the best of everything of course you reassure him that you're happy with him and you're happy wherever you him and his sister go that makes him happy when you're happy he's happy he loves you so much he will protect you and his sister no matter what.

Bonus

Scott Summers (again I'm using my OC for this)

Scott does get a bit jealous but nothing too serious and what could make him jealous would either be one of the male students at The institute are hitting on Jacqulyn or the male villains are hitting on Jacqulyn when they're at school either way he doesn't want those guys near her because of how good of a person / mutant she is so what does he do when he gets jealous well he always puts his arm around her shoulder or her waist and kisses her cheek and then when she's not looking he tells the person who is flirting with her to back off and then he would show some parts of his laser vision to them scaring them off of course Jacqulyn found out about this and told Scott not to worry and then she reassured him nothing bad will happen to her and that she has and always will love him no matter what and so of course they would always end up cuddling watching a movie a romantic comedy.

Hope you all liked it

#sabretooth #xmen x fem reader #xmen x my oc's

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mr-voorhees-husband · 2 months

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Hello! Could u please make a second part from the P!Jonathan Crane x Student!Reader (the one where he tells the reader abt them having feelings for him)

Imma be honest, I wasn’t thinking about Jon lately, so I put on BTAS and remembered why I liked him,,, ty for this request.

Yall just spam requests, force me to write again, PLEASE!!!

Also if any of y’all like Sabretooth, Wolverine, Hellboy, Or Lobo, throw some requests my way PLEASE

Anyway..

Warnings: Professor x Student, power dynamic, Jonathan is kind of ooc, reader is called Star Student, dear, and various other nicknames,

Info: (General) Jonathan Crane x GN!Reader, Reader is Jon’s student

“I’m a bit disappointed, dear.” Jonathan sighed, sitting at his desk while twirling a pen in his hand. It was one that you had actually got him during national teachers week, one of pens made to look like a syringe. It was his favorite to use for grading, partially because he liked to use what you got him, but also because the red ink was particularly darker than most pens he had. “A C on your report. That’s the lowest grade you’ve gotten this entire semester.”

You nodded quietly, knowing good and well there was no reason for you to get such a bad grade. This was your best class, and even if you were mediocre in your other ones, you prided yourself on how well you understood Jonathan’s teaching methods. The report in question was done perfectly, and anyone with half a brain could tell that.

This was just Jonathan’s way of getting you to himself for a few hours.

“Really, I’m disappointed.” He sighed, shaking his head as he stood up, walking around his desk to stand directly in front of you. “After our last… one-on-one meeting, I really expected you to put more effort in your work.”

“I—“ you began, before being cut off by Jonathan’s finger on your lips.

“Ah. I’m talking.” He tutted, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Now, I’d be willing to raise your grade, after all— I know my star student would never willingly get such a bad grade. That is, if you’re willing to work for some extra credit…”

Swallowing nervously, you nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. “Yes, sir. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, hm?” Jonathan leaned in closer— so closer your noses were almost touching and you could smell the coffee he had been drinking. “How about a private study session? A little extra help should straighten your grades right up.”

“That— that sounds good.” You couldn’t stop yourself from stuttering, and that just made Jonathan smile wider. “Should I stop by after your office hours..?”

“No, I was thinking we have dinner first, at my place.” It was obvious what was going on. This wasn’t just a ploy to get you in his bed, it was a ploy to get you on a date— a proper date. Which was more intimate than you expected, but you didn’t plan to argue. “Says… 7 o’clock Tuesday night? If I remember correctly you don’t have any classes that day.”

You tried to ignore that he definitely shouldn’t have known that fact. “O— okay. Yeah.”

“Good, I’ll pick you up outside your dorm.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and gently leading you to the door, “see you Tuesday, darling.”

Jonathan’s lips tasted like coffee and he smelt like autumn, just like last time; and you knew you’d never get sick of the taste or the scent.

#scarecrow x reader #scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #Jonathan crane

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blackberry-gingham · 1 year

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Please feel free to throw this out if this is weird but when I was reading Talk Tonight I was entirely self projecting with the idea of Reader being very DIY crafty and making like.

Ok so Sabertooth’s costume has the fur lining at the collar so what if a Reader that can sew/make their own clothes makes a jacket with that leftover fur after they give Victor normal clothes. I can imagine Victor’s eyes going big and round when he sees them wearing it, a big rumbling purr in his chest.

Idk I’m at work so I don’t have a lot of time to write this out but now it’s out of my head.

I once considered the fact that if I brushed nightcrawler regularly and collected the leftover fur tufts, I could spin it into yarn and eventually make my own blanket or sweater out of it- so don't worry, this is far from weird or unhinged 😂😂😂

THIS WOULD BE SO LEGIT THO, LIKE HELLO

He's feel a certain type of possessiveness I think, like "yeah that's right, that's MY fur" (figuratively of course). If he's still in recovering from amnesia mode, then I think he'd just feel like a primal attraction you, you know? Like "oo, look at that mane- that's hot"

Either way, I agree- he'd have heart eyes

#I'm sorry this has been rotting in my inbox 🥲#I do want to get back to y'all dmsmsksk 😭#i promise i love inbox messages 🥲🥲#thanks for this btw-#thats actually a really cute mental image like Sabre sitting on his haunches eyes wide bc his heart is pounding at the sight of you #sabretooth x reader

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Kinktober Character featured: Adrian Chase, Eddie Brock, Frank Castle and Matt Murdock.

-Adrian Chase/Vigilante (Peacemaker DCU)-

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• It's His Birthday* (One-Shot) •

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Rating: Explicit 18+ Word Count: 5.7k Pairing: Adrian Chase x F!Reader Summary: The 11th street kids take Adrian out to a bar for his birthday and try to set him up with the cute bartender. Content: Alcohol Use, Flirting, Fluff, Smut (F/M)

• Pair of Aces (Series - Ongoing) •

Rating: Mature/Explicit 18+ Pairing: Vigilante x F!Reader

Summary: After Peacemaker nearly blows the mission at the Goff mansion, Waller sends in a new team member to pick up slack and assist Task Force X with Project Butterfly. Series Content: Mature themes, Graphic Violence, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Explicit Language, Smut (F/M)

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6*]

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Mary, Luke & Danny

Mary Jo Duffy's run on Power-Man and Iron Fist series is a significant contribution to the development of these two urban superheroes. Her unique perspective and storytelling style brought a fresh approach to the characters, making them more relatable to readers. Her work on these titles is still relevant and engaging for today's audiences, making it a must-read for any fan of the superhero genre

Duffy's run on Power-Man and Iron Fist began in 1979 where she took over where Chris Claremont had left off to focus on X-Men and lasted till 1982. During this time, she created a memorable cast of characters and storylines that explored the complex issues faced by the heroes. She also introduced new villains and allies that added depth to the series

One of the most significant contributions Duffy made to the Power-Man and Iron Fist series was the development of Luke Cage's character. Duffy explored Cage's past as a former criminal and how it affected his relationships and his superhero career. She also delved into his personal life which helped to humanize and flesh out the character

In addition to Cage, Duffy also developed Iron Fist's character by exploring his relationship with his mystical powers and his duty as a protector of K'un-Lun. She introduced new challenges and conflicts for Iron Fist, making him a more complex and layered character

Duffy's storytelling style was also unique and groundbreaking for its time. She incorporated socio-political themes into her stories with a lighthearted approach, addressing issues such as racism, poverty, and social inequality. This approach was considered daring and revolutionary at the time, and it helped to distinguish Power-Man and Iron Fist from other superhero titles

Her run on Power-Man and Iron Fist series was a significant contribution to the development of these two urban superheroes. Her original approach and unique perspective helped make the characters more relatable and engaging. Her work on these titles is still relevant and exciting for today's audiences, making it a must-read for any superhero fan

Mary Jo Duffy's run on Power-Man and Iron Fist is remembered more than her other works for Marvel Comics for several reasons. Compared to her other works, Duffy's run on Power-Man and Iron Fist was more consistent and had a greater impact on the characters. Her run on Power-Man and Iron Fist lasted for almost three years, during which she developed the characters and their relationships in a way that had lasting consequences. She introduced new villains and allies (El Águila, Señor Muerte / Señor Suerte to name a few) that added to the richness of the series, and her socio-political themes and unique storytelling style helped to set the series apart from other superhero titles

In contrast, some of Duffy's other works for Marvel Comics were shorter and less impactful. For example, her run on the Wolverine series was only four issues long and did not leave as much of a lasting impression on the character or the series. Similarly, her work on the Fallen Angels series was relatively brief and did not have as significant an impact on the characters or the Marvel Universe as a whole

While Duffy's work on Power-Man and Iron Fist is undoubtedly her most memorable, her other works for Marvel Comics are still noteworthy for their unique perspectives and storytelling styles. In addition to the Wolverine and Fallen Angels series, Duffy also contributed to various other titles, including Star Wars, and The Defenders. Her contributions to these titles helped to shape the Marvel Universe and showcase her versatility as a writer

She worked with several talented artists during her run on Power-Man and Iron Fist, but two of the artists with whom she had the best chemistry were undoubtedly Kerry Gammill and Denys Cowan

Cover Art by Frank Miller and Klaus Janson

Cowan worked with Duffy on several issues of the series, including some of the "Sabretooth" issues. His artwork perfectly complemented Duffy's writing, bringing her stories to life with dynamic action scenes, expressive character designs, and a strong attention to detail

Gammill's style was well-suited to the urban setting of Power-Man and Iron Fist, and he was able to capture the gritty, street-level feel of the series with ease. His artwork was also able to convey the emotional depth of Duffy's stories, particularly in scenes that focused on the characters' relationships and personal struggles

Both’s artistic contributions to Power-Man and Iron Fist helped to make Duffy's run on the series one of the most memorable and influential in the history of the characters

From Iron Man Vol. 1 No. 103

Overall, while Mary Jo Duffy's run on Power-Man and Iron Fist is remembered more than her other works for Marvel Comics, her entire body of work is noteworthy for its unique perspectives, socio-political themes, and groundbreaking storytelling style

If you want to experience Duffy's run on Power-Man and Iron Fist for yourself, be sure to check out Marvel Comics' collected editions, available now via Amazon.com Affiliate links. These collections are a great way to experience the entire run of these groundbreaking series and to appreciate the impact that Mary Jo Duffy had on the world of comics

#Mary Jo Duffy #power man and iron fist #luke cage #danny rand #marvel comics

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