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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 :)
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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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void-my-warranty · 4 months
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Victor Creed commission #2 by the incredibly talented @8bitkraken !
Your eyes flick briefly to Victor and then look away as fast as possible, because he definitely didn’t get dressed before coming down. He’s fucking shirtless, in your kitchen, wearing gray sweatpants that sit distractingly low on his hips.
“Good morning,” you say, feeling the need to acknowledge him verbally since you can’t bring yourself to actually look in his direction.
“Morning, sunshine. You want any eggs?”
“Umm, no thank you.”
You busy yourself doing piddly little things in the corner of the kitchen farthest away from him, and finally annoy yourself enough that you give up. You can’t just hide from him all day, in your own house. Best to pretend you’re normal, totally-never-fucked-each-other roommates who just happen to be in the same room at the same time, and one of them just happens to be shirtless.
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blackheartbiohazards · 2 months
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They kept him locked in the dark. They kept him locked in the dark in a tiny cage. They kept him locked in the dark in a tiny cage with a muzzle over his face, and tight bindings on his hands.
There wasn't enough room for him to pace. There wasn't enough room for him to stand. There wasn't enough room for him to lay comfortably. 
Sabretooth had come to them for help. He'd come to them for help and they locked him in a cage.
They wouldn't have treated a dog like this.
And they called him the monster.
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Written for @febuwhump day 2 prompt: Solitary Confinement
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dazed-poltergeist · 8 months
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The Scholar & The Assassin
Pairing: Arno Dorian x Reader
Warnings: None in particular.
Summary: Arno makes the Reader take a break for once as they prepare for an important assessment.
Add. Notes: I'm quite sure I have said this before, but I'm sorry if any of the Assassin's Creed characters I write about are out-of-character. I only have access to ACIII and ACIV: Black Flag, and honestly? I prefer playing first-hand instead of watching a playthrough on the internet. Now, watch me try to figure out the entire internal structure of Café Théâtre solely through Fandom Wiki screenshots-
>✉️<
{ Dude. I planned to write this in May/June to celebrate the end of the school year. I was like "why not?" and started writing the piece at the start of May. The problem? It's fucking August. I finished it after three fucking months. I'm afraid I finished this only because I felt obligated to. }
-Eero, August 2023
Masterlist ✧⁠*⁠。
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"You have been working for quite a while. Can you take a break with me?"
Arno's spontaneous request caught you off-guard. You were a scholar preparing for the final exams created by your institution, and you now realized you had been studying in the memento gallery the whole morning.
"I probably should, I completely lost track of time." You responded to Arno, as you dipped your quill in the pot of ink sitting on your workspace. "Give me a moment to finish writing this down, I'll come with you in a bit."
"Will you? Put the quill back in the ink pot and simply go out for a bit with me." Arno insisted, but added with a chuckle: "It won't grow legs and escape while we are away."
You giggled at his remark as you got up from your desk. After a stretch, you cleaned up the quill and closed the lid of the ink pot. In the process, Arno left the gallery to get some more practical clothing for you.
As you were changing into the clothing Arno had brought you, he asked; "Do you know any places you want to pass by as we are out?" "I don't have any in mind," You told him, and added a question of your own, "You were the one who wanted to take a walk, though. Don't you have any ideas?"
"It never hurts to ask. But yes, I thought of going to the Café's rooftop, and it looks like that's where we are going." Arno stated, as the two of you began walking in the direction of the gallery's exit.
Once you had entered the balcony, you noticed that the weather had improved from the last moment you had taken a break. The Sun had come out and the winds had calmed down. Perfect weather for relaxing on the rooftop.
Arno swiftly climbed onto the roof, then turned to you and offered you his hand to help you up. You took it, and with a little struggle, you managed to get on the rooftop as well.
As the two of you moved away from the edge of the roof, you realized how much you envied Arno's skills as an assassin. Your inexperienced self was trying to keep up with him while he moved like he lived on the roofs.
Arno gestured you to sit next to him once you had made it to him. You obliged, and told him: "You need to teach me how to climb like that." "Like what?" He playfully questioned. Without a pause, you clapped back: "Like a roof hermit."
The man next to you burst into laughter at your blunt response. He took a moment to calm down, but finally he explained: "Learning to move the way I do takes years of practice. It's not something you can learn in one sitting. "
You sighed when Arno told you the truth about his skills. "At this point, I am probably too old to become an assassin," You told him. "You told me of a few assassins before. All of them were already related to the Brotherhood when they were children."
All Arno could do was agree with you. He was associated with the assassins since his childhood as well – his father was one.
Neither of you didn't want to dwell on that anymore, so you leaned against him, and began explaining the topics that you were revising before he offered to take a break.
He enjoyed listening to you talk about the things you studied, as you were passionate enough to dedicate a few years of your life to learn even more about it.
Arno realized shortly after that you were technically back in the state before the break – revising. He was sure to bring it up: "Wait a second! We are supposed to be taking a break from reviewing all that!"
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black-wolves-bw · 2 months
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Writers problems
Me, writing and checking sources about Victor Creed: I want to use canon information as much as possible.
Still me: I'll actively ignore the Romulus arc, because it's a very big pile of steaming sh1t.
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vikingstoner69 · 1 year
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Fandom: X-men
Pairing:Victor creed/reader
Rating:smut
Summary: the last time you and Victor were together he took you as his mate then you left in the middle of the night. Now he is back to bring you back
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You sigh when you enter your one bedroom apartment to see the man you had been avoiding for months, looks like he was done playing.
You put your things away and walk over to the fridge an grab a water then you lean against the counter and look at him, gray eyes meeting brown.
"Took you longer to find me then I thought" you say keeping space between you two. Everytime you both end up in a place alone long enough and you end up naked with him fuckimg you hard.
"I knew you were here all along kitten" he chuckles and you clench your teeth.
"Why are you here Victor?" You snap trying to hide how disappointed you were at not being very well hidden. Victor pushes off the wall and takes a step closer and you growl lowly hoping it would stop him.
"Cute" he chuckles and before you know it you're boxed in with the counter behind you and you're forced to look up at him. As his scent clouds your mind he reaches out and lightly strokes your face before grabbing your throat and molding his body to yours.
"Vic-" his snarls stop any words from coming out. And you look up at him, his body is hard against yours. And you feel your heart speed up and your cunt throb and you know he can hear and smell how he affects you.
"Enough is enough kitten. It's time for you to stop being so fucking stubborn, your coming back with me" he growls an you take a deep breath an sigh.
"Victor It's not a good idea" you sigh, your hand slowly runs up his arm and you bite your lip as you feel his hand slid down from your throat to your breast and down to your hip. You look up at him as yours hands meet behind his head playing with his hair and he chuckles as he kisses your neck and you shiver.
"Kitten" he growls in warning as you try to pull away. Victor runs his tongue over his mate mark and you moan. "Your mine" he growls in your ear.
"You're not fighting fair" you moan as shocks of pleasure run through your body. Victor chuckles and picks you up, placing you on the counter and he forces his way between your legs and you look up at him.
"I never do" he chuckles before crashing his lips to yours and you moan and cling to him, you lose the will to fight him.
Victor growls when your nails go down his chest shredding his shirt leaving little drops of blood behind. You moan as he rips your shirt off your mouth, never breaking as you both rips your clothes off till he is just in his jeans and you are naked.
"Victor more" you moan, you hear him chuckle and drop to his knees in front of you and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the sight.
"Oh kitten I plan on fucking you till you can't move but first I need a snack" he growls licking his lips at the thoughts of you he was having. Victor spreads your legs wide and buries his face in your dripping cunt and he sucks your clit making you cry out and your hands go into his hair.
"Fuck yes! Victor oh fuck!" You cry out and rock your hips on his tongue and mouth and he groans when you pull his hair riding his nose. Victor shoves his tongue as deep as he could and fucked you with it. You could feel yourself getting closer to coming but before he could reach your end he pulls away making you whine and try to hold him to you. Victor chuckles and licks his lips looking up at you.
"Not yet, you wanna cum? You gotta earn it" he says huskly and you whine as your climax goes away. You growl and stand up on shaky legs and place a hand on Victor's chest and push him back to the big chair in the room and he sits down and you straddle him. One of Victor's hands strokes your throat and the other goes to your hip the tip of his claws prick your ass check making you shiver.
"Maybe I don't want to earn it, maybe I'll just get myself off and make you watch" you smirk and roll your hips on his Jean covered cock. Victor's hand tightens around your throat and you moan.
"Let's put that fucking mouth of yours to better use" he growls while using his hold to push you down were your knees are resting on the floor and you look up at him as he traces your lip and pushes his finger into your mouth.
"Suck" he growls the command and you do as he says and start to suck his finger as you undo his pants and pull out his hard cock. You lock eyes with him as you suck and tongue his finger and he groans as you slowly stroke him. Victor pulls his finger out of your mouth and you lean down and lick him from balls to tip before sucking his head in your mouth and you moan as his taste hits your tongue and you suck hard. Victor grabs your hair as you suck him hard and deep.
"Fuck" he growls, Victor's head falls back as you suck him. You moan as he holds your head and fucks your throat making you gag and you look up at him. Victor pulls you off his cock and you whine as he grabs you from the floor and carries you to your bed. You look up at him and he hovers over you fitting between your legs and laying over you making you feel safe. You lean up and kiss him deeply, moaning in his mouth when he grinds into you.
"Fuck me Victor please" you beg making him chuckle. Victor slowly rubs your clit feeling how wet you are.
"Look how wet I got you" he chuckles, lining up his cock. Victor slams in making you cry out and claws his back as your back arches in pleasure.
"Oh fuck Victor harder" you beg and he chuclkes becoming rougher with you.
"Tell me who you belong to?" He growls slamming into you at a hard and fast past, the headboard smacking the wall.
"You do! Fuck! I belong to you" you cry out feeling closer to cumming. You rush up and kiss him biting his lip hard and he growls at the taste of his blood. You flip him over so you are on top and you slam down taking him even deeper then before and you cry out your head falling back.
"Fuck! Ride me" he growls his hands grabbing your ass in both hands. Victor's eyes never leave your body as you bounce on his cock.
"Oh! You're in so deep!" You moan, filling so full. You moan riding him as you grab his hands and run them up your body to your breasts. Victor leans up and sucks your nipple into his hot mouth. You moan and your fingers go into his hair and you grind down harder making him growl and flip you back over.
"Your time on top is done kitten, now scarem for me" he growls in your ear as he pounds into you at a new angle and speed and you see stars as you cum hard.
"VICTOR!" You scarem your claws digging down his back drawing blood as you cum and he snarls pulling your head back showing your throat and he bites your mate mark as he cums deep inside you. You sigh sleepily as you feel him lick the blood from your neck as he slowly pulls out and groans as he watches your mixed cum ooz out of you.
"Get some rest you're gonna need for later" he smirks as you roll over and lay your head on his chest, your eyes closing as sleep takes you.
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lysenfeu · 2 months
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Good news: Actually wrote a couple hundred words for the first time in weeks/months!!
Bad news: It's not progress on any of my dozens of existing WIPs/characters and instead is a completely new longfic series for Victor Creed/Sabretooth 💀
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doctorcorby · 4 months
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Reverse Grinching (5120 words) by Overlord_Mordax Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: victor creed & Cindy Moon Characters: Victor Creed, Cindy Moon Additional Tags: Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Presents, Best Friends, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack Series: Part 5 of Marvel Comics Winter Short Standalones Summary:
Victor Creed makes a surprise visit to his friend Cindy Moon's house early on Christmas morning. Presents are involved.
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creedslove · 11 months
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Fluff Victor Creed Concept:
#1 Showering together
#2 Late at night
Angst Victor Creed Concept:
#1 Impossible
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stormxpadme · 5 months
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Whumptober 2023 No. 29 - Troubled Past Resurfacing
Scogan Bingo challenge Dirty Talk
It was dumb luck that they found the guy before one of the kids could, the pupils otherwise undoubtedly having yet another trauma in the process, added to the list of bullshit almost every mutant had to face from an early age on anyway.
Any other day, Logan would have been out in the woods for his daily meditation session at this time shortly before sunrise, something that had become more crucial than ever lately, to be sure he had a firm, steady hold on his instincts. Scott's and his almost fatal last meeting with Sabretooth a couple of weeks ago had been a very clear warning.
And Scott was the furthest from a morning person anyone could be, only halfway functional before his third cup of coffee on principle and normally doing his first workout of the day in the gym before teaching hours. What had possessed the guy to be awake even before Logan for once and challenge him for half an hour of a jog around the mansion, Logan wasn’t orientated enough yet himself to guess.
Then again, the last night had been especially shitty. Maybe his partner just didn’t want Logan to be on his own right now, with what was burdening not only his dreams so badly right now, after Creed had had Scott in captivity for a second time. And this time almost getting Logan to involuntarily assault his own partner with the help of a couple of damn pheromones and attractants. Much as they both tried to leave this barely-escaped catastrophe behind, to not give this bastard the satisfaction of having a significant role in their life, in their relationship … This was an episode Logan couldn’t just leave behind, not with the lingering uncertainty why Creed was after him so stubbornly lately. Not with the dreadful question if maybe the guy wasn’t just talking bullshit when he insisted, Logan had been his partner in the past, indulging in just as disgusting crimes as this asshole.
It was Scott who kept such intrusive thoughts at bay arduously every chance he got, and Logan appreciated the sentiment but if there was one thing he definitely wasn’t at ass o'clock either, it was talkative. So they ran side by side in silence, their hands occasionally brushing, Scott regarding Logan with small smiles. When they stopped in the shadow of the high garden wall or a tree for a break, they made use of almost everyone at the Mutant High being still asleep and traded a brief kiss, not as careful as usual about having to keep their relationship secret for now, since, if Creed would learn about it, Scott would only be in even more danger.
That today, it was neither that bastard nor some curious kids they had to worry about, they only realized when the quiet buzz of one of the mansion's intruder traps suddenly sounded in the distance, a quiet pained scream following that definitely did not belong to either Creed or to any other enemy Logan could remember encountering since he'd joined the fucked-up, lovable group of idealists in this house after Alkali Lake back then. Still, there was something about that high-pitched, smooth voice that startled him …
"Energy net." Not realizing how Logan froze for a moment, Scott already ran off, instinctively switching his glasses for his VISOR from his tracksuit jacket pocket, a colorful curse on his lips.
This shouldn’t be happening. No one should even be able to make it over that damn wall. Dozens of security cameras, automatic stun guns in the bright marble, and emergency alerts were supposed to make sure, something like before Alkali Lake could never hit them from behind ever again. Just another sign that whoever was trying to get in here was apparently alarmingly capable. Since Charles was out and about in Washington as so often since that one dreadful day at Stryker's facility, to try and calm the loaded mood between mutants and humanity, and they'd lost their other telepath in that very same fateful battle, no warning could have come from that side either. A neglect they hopefully would not come to regret before this damn Monday had even really started.
Only an agitated, confused voice in the back of Logan's head whispered to him that this was not what was happening here right now at all.
He caught up with Scott in spite of his dawdling before Scott could get to the struggling figure on the ground near the gate, the latter caught in the agonizing shocks of a tight metal web that had automatically wrapped around the stranger's whole body the second he'd entered the premises unauthorized. Logan exchanged a puzzled look with his partner when they could make out more of the intruder, suited up in a skin-tight latex suit colored red and black, including a mask encasing his whole head.
In a city like New York that was crowded with heroes, villains, and enhanced of any kind, that alone wouldn’t have been that spectacular. It was how the stranger was waiting for them that made no sense, laying on his side in an almost relaxed, almost lewd position, with his head braced on one elbow, winking at them with a delighted little shout between his grunts of pain. "Hello there! Oops, wrong franchise."
"The hell …?" Scott suspiciously stepped closer, his fingertips on the wheel of his VISOR in warning which seemed wholly unnecessary though since the stranger didn’t make a single move to free himself or possibly reach for these ridiculous katanas he was wearing on his belt.
Logan should have followed, in his function as Scott's second-in-command and full-time shield alone but he found his body hard-pressed to move once more, a gasp he could hardly hear himself coming from his lips when it felt like something in his mind was coming loose. It was like a rusty lever sluggishly torn from a viscous jet-black mass of tar, too slowly to make any sense yet still of a flood of incoherent, blurry images his head, of people in uniforms Logan hadn’t ever seen in any of his dreams before, of a scar-littered laughing face in a bar next to him, toasting to some victory with him, blood on his hands as so often in his scattered rare memories of the time before his amnesia, people screaming all around him, and then, just for a split second, a face of a far younger and very kind and supportive looking Stryker … Holy fuck. "Scott, wait."
"Something ring a bell, Wolvie?" The stranger almost squeaked at him, trying to sit up in his predicament in visible infantile excitement, but fell back on the ground with a wince at another unpleasant shock. "Heard about that thing with your memories. Shame, really. But surely you remember your good ol' buddy Wade, right? After all that we did together, you'd break my heart." The man dramatically grabbed his chest and looked down on his body with a wince. "Oops, cardiac arrest imminent. Those are a bitch. Anyone care to let me out of this thing?"
After looking back between the stranger and Logan questioningly, quickly understanding by the dumbfounded look on Logan's face that he had no clue what the guy was talking about, Scott adjusted his VISOR to one of the smallest possible blasts and shot the controls for the web close to the stranger's body to pieces whereupon the electricity flow immediately stopped. "Don't try anything funny. Old friends coming to visit usually use the door."
"Where's the fun in that? Oh wait, you're the X-Men's famous fearless leader, right? Read about you too in those fancy files I snatched from the Oval Office a couple of days ago." Already busy freeing himself of the remains of the trap, that Wade guy tilted his head at Scott innocently, still showing not a sign of hostility. "Guy with a stick the size of Hulk's dick up his ass. Forget I said the bad word. No fun around here, got it. Don’t worry, I'm not staying. Just came by to say hello after I heard what you guys did up at Alkali Lake. About time someone offed that bastard Stryker. I just didn’t expect to see the name of my old war buddy James here in the White House database when I looked up who was on that mission."
"James …? I'm afraid you came to the wrong place, whoever you are." Scott backed away a little towards Logan when the stranger finally got up, still trembling from those shocks, stretching exaggeratedly. Only the way he sought Logan's gaze said, Scott knew better already. His jaw was tightening in worry when he saw how pale Logan had turned by now, how his fists were clenched, his breathing going fast and too choppy while he tried his best to keep that ongoing tsunami of chaotic, mostly violent images in his mind in check.
"Name's Deadpool. Your loverboy is one of the few people still knowing me as Wade Wilson, and from before that happened." The man reached up with his still twitching hand to his neck and pulled off that ridiculous mask slowly, revealing exactly that face scarred all over that Logan had just seen in alarmingly many new fragments of memory in his head. For all his juvenile antics and cheerful charisma, the guy suddenly looked honestly sincere and a good deal compassionate as he looked Logan straight in the eye. "Only back at that time, your name was James Howlett. Feral, healing factor off the charts, drunk grump but a heart of gold. Clearly in the wrong business and yet an excellent weapon in the field. Born 1875 in Alberta, Kanda."
And just like that, for a second time since he'd had to watch Jean kill herself to save her team at Alkali Lake, Logan's world crumbled to pieces around him.
****
Once that squirrel on LSD that was Logan's old-new friend had left, to spend the night in his own apartment in New York to Scott's relief, he was stuck in negotiations with Charles for the rest of the day while Logan, not entirely unexpectedly, vanished for a few hours of silence and workout into the woods behind the mansion.
Charles understandably wasn’t thrilled about the plan. But once he realized there was no way he could dissuade Scott, he was reluctantly ready to work out the details. Of course, it wouldn’t be fun for the rest of the staff, being two people short yet again for what would probably be months. But Charles knew as much as Scott that there was no way Logan wouldn’t be following all those new leads that his clearly clinically insane acquaintance had so willingly provided him with today.
And Scott refused to leave his partner alone in any quest that could involve encounters with Weapon X on principle. Plus, chances were, once Logan would hopefully have retrieved as much information as possible on that upcoming road trip through Canada, he'd be far less restless, living in this mansion, and the X-Men wouldn’t have to fear him, and thereby Scott, heedless running off after unexpected news like today.
Last but not least Hank had become a very valuable redeemed member of the team recently, spontaneously moving back in after Scott's and Logan's visit a couple of weeks ago. Ororo assured Charles believably that together with their returned team doctor, she'd handle things in the school. Not to mention, the teenagers like Marie, Piotr, Jubilee, Kade, and Bobby were mature and enthusiastic enough about becoming future X-Men at this point to help out with all things necessary.
And for cases of emergency, thanks to the hyperdrive all of the team vehicles were equipped with, Scott and Logan could always come back for an important mission in a couple of hours at most. It wouldn’t be easy but things would work out. That weight taken off his shoulders, Scott left his mentor's office in a hurry, checking his phone in routine, surprised that Logan had sent him a note, letting him know where he was. His partner usually preferred to handle things on his own after a mind-shattering encounter like this morning. A deep, warm sense of affection and a bit of pride instantly spread in Scott's heart, at how close the two of them had really come in the last few months. That Logan trusted him so soon with standing by him in this situation, he definitely didn’t take for granted. He took only a minute for a shower in their apartment and changing into a pair of tight leather pants that he knew his lover to love seeing on him before heading for the Danger Room. Overriding the door lock code with his own as Logan had long preconfigured it to be possible, which was another sign of growing trust, Scott locked it right behind him again and turned off his com, determined to not anyone or anything disturb them right now.
Half and half having expected one of these bloody, brutal combat situations in some jungle with which Logan preferred to get agitation and excess energy out of his system, he was surprised to find himself in some run-down bar he'd never seen before, so probably one of the joints that Logan had regularly come to in his time on the streets before Alkali Lake. Electronic guests hadn’t been added to this program variant though, the small stage for presumably strippers or musicians was empty as well; not even a barkeeper was waiting behind the counter that Logan was sitting at with a hunched position that looked mostly tired, fortunately, not dejected. He'd even cared to freshen up himself after probably running through the outer premises, hunting for hours. A good evening then.
Scott suddenly very much felt like kissing his partner. Since there hadn’t been a need to fight such urges for months, he came to stand behind Logan's barstool without much ado, bending over to cover Logan's beautiful broad lips with his, a slightly awkward upside-down touch but no less tender. The faint bitter fragrance of simulated whiskey wasn’t half as strong on Logan's tongue as usual which was another relieving sign that the many shocks this morning didn’t demand a lot of numbing. "I feel like I'm being asked on a date right now."
"Sap," Logan grumbled but he did it with a smile and leaned closer to him for another kiss before Scott straightened up again. "We good to go?"
"Charles asked us to stay until the weekend so the teenagers have a chance to get at least the gist of things in the classroom. And I want to be sure we're perfectly equipped before we get in that car. But by Sunday morning at the latest, we're out of here."
"You know you don't need to go with me right?" With something almost like a bad conscience showing on his tight lips, Logan reached for his still half-full bottle and poured Scott a drink on his own. "You got a job here, and things could get ugly on the road."
"Always do. Welcome to my life. Besides, I also got a private life, though far too many people I've met weren’t of that opinion. It was mostly thanks to you I learned better." Scott took the spot next to his lover, close enough so he could rest his hand on Logan's arm almost casually, happy to feel that some of that ever-present tension of apprehension had slipped from those massive muscles. "And that's just one of the reasons why you're part of that private life. We'll be alright, and so will they. We'll drive or fly in when they need us and otherwise do what you've been forced to wait for already for far too long. This is what I want, Logan, so save your breath. You should know by now I'm a stubborn asshole about things I want."
"That's a lot of words for saying you just want me to fuck you stupid in another motel bedroom every night for half a year," Logan answered dryly.
"That too," Scott deadpanned before dedicating himself to his drink, letting the quiet beats of some Stones album in the background set the mood while glancing around the room, the ramshackle wooden columns, the flickering lightning, the hopelessly outdated jukebox in the corner.
It was exactly where you would expect someone to be who was even far older than any of them had thought so far. Scott was at least as excited as Logan to visit a few of such spots soon that would hopefully provoke more and especially more coherent parts of Logan's lost memory to return. Neither of them had any illusions that they'd find everything but thanks to all that Wade guy had said earlier, they had at least a couple of valuable new traces. And some of those things waiting in the darkness of Logan's subconsciousness maybe weren’t all that attractive to rediscover anyway, just as Logan had feared for so long.
"You think that batshit crazy baboon was saying the truth?"
Logan nodded tersely, that mostly thoughtful but still sad expression back on his face. "Instincts are worth shit since my amnesia, but a couple of things, I've retrained myself in since I moved in with you guys. Telling lies is pretty easy for someone with my senses. Guy's brain is a monkey circus, but when he's got anything useful to say, it's apparently the truth. Plus, his story lines up with the few words Stryker and I exchanged at Alkali Lake." There was promptly a harsh twitch under Logan's wild beard that for once had nothing to do with him and Scott both losing the woman had both cared for not too long ago.
Suppressing the pain resurfacing in his own heart still every single time the subject of his deceased girlfriend arduously, Scott traced his fingertips down Logan's lower arms, along the deadly, diamond-sharp weapons he knew to rest under that fuzzy, soft skin until their fingers were firmly linked. "You trusted him, that's not a flaw. He promised you to make you indestructible, capable of defeating even the worst enemies in your life, and he succeeded. Everything else that bastard had going on, you had no idea of knowing, good instincts or not. I mean, hell, even that Wade guy didn’t know and ran from that special unit, the moment he finally learned. And that guy obviously rolls for a new moral compass every morning before leaving the house."
"I should have known, though. I was the feral in that group," Logan snapped, helplessly, and not at Scott, his other hand clenching hard around his glass. "Jesus, Slim, just knowing I really teamed up with someone like Creed, of all people, and not only at Weapon X but for decades … I doubt even one of these people that Stryker sent to kill us was guilty of whatever we were told. And only God knows what we did before Wade knew us. You can't possibly tell me you still think that's alright."
"You know what I think is alright?" Scott firmly rested his hand on Logan's cheeks to get him to look at him, with unbroken determination in his straight posture, his brows raised slightly in challenge. "That you left both Weapon X and Creed the moment you did realize, this isn’t you. That before, even in this whole web of lies, you've been such a reliable and caring friend to your comrades, most of whom were also a piece of shit like Stryker, that this Wade dude came here the second he learned where you were to help you out. And that in spite of everything Creed has fucked up back then already, you did your best to slow him down in his madness and bloodlust."
"Instead of taking his head right off, yeah." No, the excitement of the upcoming scavenger hunt and a few hours of being on his own to think couldn’t entirely drown out the part of Wade's tale that had rattled Logan so deeply.
That, as so often, would be Scott's job, and he was pretty sure he'd succeed with that tonight better than usual. "I severely doubt you didn’t try. I've seen you gut people for less. My bet is that you just turned to try and keep a leash on that asshole when you realized you simply didn’t have the means to kill him. It's very possible no one has. When we run into him again, that will be ugly. But you know, I'm even kinda looking forward to that now. I'll be happy to throw all of his bullshit lies about you being exactly like him in his face."
"If we ever run into that bastard again, what you will gonna do is get your thin ass the fuck out of there," Logan growled warningly, the bone-deep panic from how close it had been last time they'd seen Creed, still darkening his beautiful narrow eyes. "I like your stupid mug far better next to me in a car while I'm listening to your shitty voice on some Elvis mush, or kneeling for me on some cheap mattress while I fuck you into oblivion, than torn open and eaten alive right before my eyes."
"I will have you know that the girls love my Elvis," Scott said pointedly, feigning offense to lighten the mood back up. Leaning in closer to his lover for a longer, more involved kiss now, he let him know he'd heard and understood the repeated warning though, and that he would be watching out.
"So, you want to hear me say I told you so for an hour or do I get a reward for being right about you and Creed?"
"A reward?" That expression of regret and self-doubt in Logan's eyes was quickly replaced by a hint of heat as they slowly roamed up and down Scott's body, Logan apparently only now noticing his outfit consciously. "Huh. What a lucky coincidence, I mostly came to this shitty spot here for adventures in the backroom back then."
"Adventures …?" With a frown, Scott turned his head to follow Logan's gaze to an inconspicuous dark door far behind the tables. A curious hiss came from his lips when Logan got up to place a sweet kiss on the side of his neck, followed by a sharp little nip that had Scott's blood starting to go south for good. "Oh, so that kind of room, huh? Is it sanitary?"
Leaving towards said door, Logan nodded him along uncompromisingly. "Move your ass, Slim."
*****
While it had been mostly good one, the day had been full of stress, so they mostly ignored most of the very creative dark leather furniture that the room behind that door offered, dropping on the extra large king-size together the second they'd gotten out of most of their clothes in a haste. There was deep need in Logan's kisses, in his hectic groping, in how hard he already was in Scott's hand, but not that lost feeling of looking for purchase and security from the last time they'd encountered Creed.
Therefore, Scott decided against putting up a fight even for the show when Logan came back from tugging his underwear down his hips with a small bottle of lube, kneeling between his legs, his lips soon on Scott's equally hard cock. Scott's rare experiences with the same sex in his youth, before Jean, with being on the receiving end, hadn’t been particularly good but Logan had been so surprisingly gentle, patient, and skilled with him in that regard that he'd quickly come to love everything they did in bed. Especially being buried under that broad, hot body helplessly, speared on a beautiful cock taking him to new heights every single time they did this. So he willingly spread his legs further, wrapping his lower legs around his lover's sturdy shape to open himself up, his skin already flushed all the way from his cheeks down to his chest, his breathing going fast and uneven.
Logan regarded him with an affectionate chuckle while dripping an unusually large amount of oil on his right hand, a sight that made Scott's heart skip a beat with the possible implications, after they'd played with certain limits in bed a couple of times lately already. The too-deep, too-rough sound of Logan's voice as he slowly started to massage the thick, smooth fluid into the rough skin of Scott's lewdly exposed opening went straight to his cock as so often. Logan regarded him with an affectionate chuckle while dripping an unusually large amount of oil on his right hand, a sight that made Scott's heart skip a beat with the possible implications, after they'd played with certain limits in bed a couple of times lately already. The too-deep, too-rough sound of Logan's voice as he slowly started to massage the thick, smooth fluid into the rough skin of Scott's lewdly exposed opening went straight to his cock as so often. "You know, every time I wonder if you might be doing all this just to cheer me up, you remind me what a shameless ass slut you truly are."
Scott had an offended protest at the just as unloved as strangely hot insult already on his lips but had to shut it as a moan came out instead, just from that wonderful sensation of a first finger slowly slipping into him. So much for even trying to deny. "Yet have to hear you complain, Claws," he panted with at least a hint of resistance seeing as his body already did give none, far too hungry for this much-needed touch after they'd hardly found a chance for some sexy downtime in the last two weeks.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Entirely ignoring Scott's throbbing erection for the moment, just like his own, Logan cautiously went deeper, adapting to the rhythm of the initial natural clench of muscles until it loosened up and his fingertip unerringly hit that one perfect spot inside, just to stay there, with light, teasing pressure, unmoving, even when Scott started to writhe in need on the mattress, trying to push down on him. "Robbing myself of that beautiful sight? I'm not as masochistic as you, Slim. You got no idea just how hot you are like this, greedy to be stretched and filled …"
His cheeks turning even redder with embarrassment and arousal, Scott closed his eyes behind his glasses, trying in vain to hold still again, expose himself not half as shamelessly as wanting exactly all that. Only to find his hands clenched helplessly around the pillow under his head instead, a first treacherous drop of white leaking from the tip of his neglected cock onto his concaving lower body as Logan pressed down harder on that patch of nerves inside. Fuck this. Maybe he was a damn hedonist in bed. There were worse vices to have. "More …"
"Gladly." It was not a night for teasing either, at least not outside of words, another digit promptly, slowly entering him, scissoring just slightly when Scott threw his head back with a groan, arching his back. Logan's thick length was twitching against his thigh still untouched as Scott could make out with his lust-addled sight when he opened his eyes again. The sight of his attractive, unnaturally strong lover cowering before him, entirely focused on the task at hand, bravely fighting his feral basic needs, once more betraying even the idea that in this regard especially, he was anything like that bastard he'd supposedly spend large parts of his life with … It was beautiful.
If he hadn’t been too busy moaning, Scott thought, he might have told Logan again, but as it was, he could only give himself to the assault on his prostate from two fingers now, the way his muscles were readily giving in to those slow thrusts while the heat, the unbridled want for even more of these wonderful sensations coiled in his lower body. "Another one, please …"
"So impatient …" This time, Logan didn’t react at once, knowing the limits of Scott's body already perfectly after a couple of months of them sleeping together and at least in this regard never willing to hurt him in any way. He just kept up that lazy rhythm for the moment while bending down to lick the traces of white from Scott's stomach with a low hum. Tilting and circling his fingers against the last of weak muscle resistance, he waited until there was not even a second of unpleasant sensations left, before a third of his thick, deft fingers made its way to join the others. "Look at your slutty little hole just sucking them in … Thinking about what we talked about last time, slut?" Logan asked with a turned-on growl, his wolfish grin growing wider when Scott turned his head away, biting his lip, only to throw it back heavily once more when Logan's now quicker-moving fingertips stabbed right into his prostate, not entirely unlike that rhythm of some Def Leppard tune sounding from the jukebox through the open door. "Guess that's a yes." Logan scooted down further on the bed to get his mouth back on Scott's aching cock, just light, long licks and the occasional nibble on the swollen flesh for the moment, but in combination with those perfectly aimed thrusts, enough to have Scott squirm on the bed even harder, the puddle of precum staining his stomach growing. "Got an answer for me this time? Because you know, this is not happening unless I hear it from your lips. You know my body autonomy fetish."
Scott glared down at Logan through his glasses but couldn’t keep up that look for long, not when Logan wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, sucking him in just a little, not nearly enough for real satisfaction yet … But with how want instantly widened his pupils, his own breathing going harder as his instincts, his greed for tasting and smelling as much of his lover in bed as possible, threatened to take over, that wouldn’t take long. And while it would have been fulfilling as ever, letting himself get carried away by that heavenly mouth and those skilled fingers, and fucked into incoherency by that great piece of cock in a few minutes … That might not be enough for either of them tonight. Not after a crucial new development had brought them even closer together. "Toys?" Scott's ability to form full sentences was remarkably limited right now.
Logan nodded over his shoulder at the antique black chest in the corner. "All we need, right here." The mischievous grin curling on his lips left no doubt that was one of the reasons why he'd generated this scenario in the first place. "So? I know your brain already checked out for the night but Imma need you to be clear about this, Slim."
"Then how about you stop that drum solo inside of me for a second?" Scott somehow got out, caught between a breathless chuckle and another groan, and immediately disappointed when Logan actually obeyed for once, the cruel emptiness clenching inside at the loss of sensation almost painful. At this stage, inhibitions about expressing himself far more naughtily and openly in bed than he'd been used to in the past, were an obstacle quickly overcome. He was pretty sure he'd die without any of their enemies being anywhere nearby if Logan didn’t fuck him with anything soon. And it was probably better to get up to something that would leave him too sore to sit right for a couple of days while they were not on the road yet. "You gonna show me these toys or what? If I'm supposed to take your whole hand, we'll gonna need more than oil."
That seemed to be enough of consent for Logan who was – not least due to his disgust for guys like Creed who couldn’t give less of a fuck whom their primitive urges were hurting – very careful about boundaries. Wiping his hand on a towel thoughtfully within reach, he got up from the bed in a hurry that belied all this put-on composure and patience. Quickly finding what he'd been looking for, he spread out some dark rubber devices next to Scott's body along with another huge bottle of lube that had Scott's breath hitch in his throat. "We're not doing anything more than you can take, Slim," Logan told him, reaching up to cup his face in his hand, shuddering when Scott used the chance to give one fingertip a seductive little nibble, reminding him of all those naughty things he could do with his mouth given half a chance. "Yeah, nice try. Afterward maybe. Gonna need it after wearing this for an hour or so." With a grimace, Logan reached for the first of the toys he'd brought, rolling his eyes good-naturedly when Scott snatched it right out of his hand to slip the broad, sturdy metal over Logan's steel hard length, behind his balls.
It had been Scott's idea in the first place, to use that support to cage in Logan's feral needs when they were up to something more lengthy, so he was always glad to do those honors. While Scott was more prone to indulging in the submissive side in bed, he couldn’t deny there was something extremely hot about Logan occasionally giving up control and command a little himself, no matter how grumpy his lover could get about it just on principle. "I'm gonna make up for it thoroughly," Scott promised, biting his lower lip as his sight fell on the other toys again, a shiver running from his neck down to his tailbone, to the spot where his still sensitive opening kept on clenching around nothing. "Do I get to choose?"
"With your utter lack of self-preservation skills and how horny you are? I don't think so, slut." Logan was quick to put the biggest of those phalluses far away before taking his place between Scott's legs again, lying before him this time with his mouth back on Scott's loins, easily distracting him from the new verbal provocation by removing every single drop of salty white on his skin, with the hand not holding Scott tight by his hip already back where it had been, giving his loosened muscles another good workout.
It took less than a minute before Scott was flushed and panting all over again, his eyes tightly squeezed shut. By the time a sizable first plug slipped past his rim, he was far too turned on for his body to tense already. Even when Logan made it a point, holding that toy still before it could slip all the way in so that Scott's oiled hole was stretched around its widest point, fluttering weakly, Scott just keened weakly in need, trying in vain to thrust his hips down against the iron hold on them. "Please …"
"About to, Slim." At last, Logan gave the toy another little nudge so it finally slipped all the way in, sitting heavily right against Scott's hole but not deep enough for any real satisfaction. Which made it only even more torture when Logan's skilled mouth was back on his cock, taking him all the way in easily, a shout of lust from Scott's lips ringing through the room. "God, you're hot." Logan brought his hand up from the base of the plug to his balls, massaging firmly, slowly, occasionally almost too hard, adding just a small spike of pain adrenaline to the mix as Scott loved it so much, and at the same time making it clear there was no coming for him in the immediate future either. "Stretched wide open and still needing even more … Coming almost all over yourself just from having your greedy ass filled … This is exactly how I want to see my little ass slut, insatiable and desperate for all I'm giving you …"
"Do it then," Scott breathed hoarsely, one hand reaching out to come to rest on Logan's shoulder, so tightly that on anyone without his lover's healing factor, he would have left bruises now. "Want to see how much it turns you on, having your whole hand inside …"
"Not quite there yet, Slim." Logan licked another long stripe over his straining cock, unfazed by Scott's rude curse, the tip of his tongue dipping into Scott's slit, thoroughly distracting him from the tug of the toy against the inside of his sensitive rim as Logan cautiously removed it.
And this time, Scott didn’t stay empty for long, something actually smaller, not bigger entering his stretched channel next which confused him for a moment, but only until Logan used some kind of pump connected to that toy and it started to grow inside him. "Fuck …"
"Tell me when it gets too much." Logan pressed an almost chaste kiss to the underside of his cock before tracing it with his tongue, leaving Scott to writhe on the mattress again, to try and hump that entirely new kind of toy inside that was quickly turning into pure excitement.
While Logan went back to drive him crazy, sucking him down just as quickly as firmly, swallowing around him, with his free hand being back on Scott's balls, the root of his cock, preventing any too fast ending to this game, Scott had to tell himself repeatedly to keep breathing. His mind entirely wiped clean of all worries and shock of this day, all he could see behind his closed eyes were bright flashes of lust, his whole body going tense like a spring again and again as that toy slowly started to stretch him out thoroughly, reaching deep inside, nudging his prostate, all of the sensitive nerve ending located in that area on fire. And still, it was not enough, not with something even more enticing on the horizon. "Want it, Logan, please …"
"You know, if you'll be like that on the road, we'll have lots of angry neighbors knocking on our door in those hotels." Logan looked up from his thorough administrations with his eyes blown wide and definitely flushed under that wild beard of his too, the way he was rutting his hips into the mattress belying his attempts to play it cool. "We better pocket a couple of notes for bribery because I have a lot of plans for you on that journey, Slim." The toy apparently having been inflated to its widest girth, Logan tightened his grip on the base to slowly rotate it, pull it back and forth. Just a little, but that was more than enough for Scott to gasp loudly, to clench down on that pillow again, the hefty weight inside of him, working his already overstretched muscles, taking him to the brink of orgasm, until his cock was twitching violently in Logan's relentless hold. His lover tsked at him a little and licked another trace of precum from his tip, smiling heatedly when Scott whimpered his name. "We are definitely buying something like that toy for this trip. Maybe a cage for that greedy slut cock of yours, too, so you'll keep it together while we're on the road. And I got a couple of plans for those, too … You'd look beautiful with rings in these …" He reached almost casually to give Scott's pebbled nipples a little tug before going back to fuck him stupid with that damn inflatable, effectively killing any protest on Scott's lips regarding some of these ideas. "Eh, doesn’t even matter what we can think of getting up to, honestly. You're a goddamn sin whenever you're like this, slut, no matter what we do. A begging mess leaving your seed all over the place, hole wide open, just asking to be taken apart piece by piece ... You're gonna get a lot of that soon. And Imma enjoy every second of it."
"Don't make me wait then. You know what I want right now," Scott somehow got out with what was still left of his voice. His thigh muscles were aching from the sheer amount of holding up his hips he was doing, and he knew, tomorrow he would be sore in more than one place. Happily, too. "No need for that," he promised when Logan threw a doubtful glance at the last toy prepared, resembling a quite realistic-looking hand on a long arm. While Scott was sure, that thing would have been fun as well? Right now, he was longing for the real deal. "I'll be alright, really. Just … slowly."
"Plan to." Logan placed a soothing kiss on his twitching loins, his breath ghosting over Scott's oversensitive cock as he carefully pulled out that second toy as well, not deflating it all the way before, and since it was pretty clear that was a test for Logan's piece of mind, Scott was glad that there was not a single sound of discomfort on his lips. Next, Logan's mouth was on his too-full balls, sucking them deeply into his mouth, the perfect teasing of his tongue over the sensitive flesh derailing Scott's sensations away from the sound of more, much more oil dripping, and from the slow, almost shy caress of fingertips on his awfully empty feeling rim.
Only when another broken plea came from his lips, he was being breached again, a fourth finger joining the caress from before, just like on their last night together. And this time, with far more preparation, he could honestly enjoy that, pushing his hips down, keening, his back arched like a spring, and so rock hard that even Logan's restrictive pressure on his balls was almost not enough to stop his orgasm. Being so wound up, blind almost with lust, only the obscene wet noise of a slow glide sounding through the room along with the noises from his lips, it took Scott a moment to even notice when the pressure against his rim changed to a tight fist, newly oiled knuckles gently slipping inside, the back of his lover's strong hand, and finally the widest point at the thumb joint … For a moment, he thought this was it when his body tensed up in protest, his muscles clenching so hard he was sure it had to hurt his partner … Then Logan leaned up farther to suck Scott's cock back into his mouth, with firm pressure of his tongue against the underside, and Scott's vision went white. Just like that, the moment of almost too-thick intrusion was gone, replaced by the overwhelming feeling of something so wide and heavy filling him perfectly once more, and this time, it was not a lifeless toy. "Just like that … Feels so fucking good …"
"Knew you could take it, slut." Logan stared up at him impressed, lovingly, just very carefully tilting and turning his hand a little to make Scott shake and sweat even more. "Look at how pretty you are, riding my fist like it's nothing. Your cute little ass was made for me, I swear."
Scott didn’t know about that but he sure as fuck knew that it had never been that easy with anyone, indulging in new and exotic practices in bed, and he didn’t take that for granted even for a second. He'd only be able to actually express that again though when he was no longer chokng on held-back arousal. "Need to come, Logan, please …"
"Sh, I've got you." The next thrust of that huge, warm intruder was slightly deeper, stretching Scott out further, unfurling fingers quickly back on his prostate when he screamed out in nothing but lust.
With all his nerve endings on the surface, a few shallow thrusts was all it took, along with Logan's lips back around the head of his cock, before Scott was emptying himself in his lover's mouth, his mind entirely blanking for good. He wasn’t out long enough, luckily, to not gather his senses once Logan had carefully pulled away from him. He tugged his partner close uncompromisingly, reaching out for his cock between them with harsh, fast movements, the way he knew Logan to need it in such moments, until his lover spilled over Scott's spent cock and stomach with a grunt, his face buried against the side of Scott's neck. Not exactly fancy or elegant but Scott very much intended to make up for that with his mouth before the sun went up.
Right now, Logan didn’t exactly look like he was missing anything either way, staring down at Scott breathlessly, kissing him deeply to let him taste himself on Logan's tongue, both their bodies only slowly recovering from that little adventure. "Thank you," Logan finally murmured against his lips when he could speak again.
"And you haven’t even seen anything yet," Scott joked, his cheeks immediately flushing again. "Wait till we reach our first motel. That's when things will get truly dirty."
"Thank you for believing in me when I didn’t know if I even could do so myself, Slim," Logan said calmly. "For trusting me with everything from your team to your body. For not bailing on us when you lost the one you loved."
"I love you, too." Scott meant it.
"Right back at ya. And I'm not going anywhere." It sounded almost like a promise though usually neither of them was big on those.
The lump in Scott's throat was far too thick to answer suddenly, so he only pulled his partner down for another long kiss that maybe said all they needed to know already.
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souurcitrus · 7 months
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Me when I have finished every single fic about my favorite characters and now I need to write my own:
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that-mean-ginger-kid · 7 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Victor Creed/Arkady Rossovich Characters: Victor Creed, Arkady Rossovich, Clara Creed, Saul Creed, Victoria Creed, Zedediah creed (screams incoherently with unrestrained rage) Additional Tags: mildly introspective, Creed family, personal history, Rare Pairings, Inspired by what remains oof edith finch, Because that game is a masterpiece, And im addicted to the creeds, Its a growing problem, No beta we die like all of sabretooths siblings, Facing your past Summary:
The house is cold, filled with bones even if the only bodies here are in the family graveyard out in the back.
It's good to have arkady here. To not be alone.
If he was alone victor isn't sure he'd ever come back out.
If he didn't maybe it would be better, but thats not what he's here to think about.
He's here to bury his little sister.
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void-my-warranty · 3 months
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Victor Creed commission #3 by @8bitkraken for my fic Safehouse!
This one is featuring Victor and oc William. I'm so stoked to have these wonderful pieces of art for my beloved fic, and absolutely recommend this artist for anyone thinking of doing the same. She always went above and beyond for me!
As my friend put it, "I need to see him just doin' fuckall."
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Sabretooth had been mute, and slow, and easily frightened when Tabby first met him. He wore the trauma of what had befallen in every expression, and every movement, more abused animal than a man.
Tabby had taken him in like a wounded animal. Had fed him. Washed him. Brushed his hair. Told him her troubles without ever worrying he would judge her.
But he was healing. Every day, she could tell. He was getting stronger. Smarter. Less afraid. But Tabby's fear was growing..
She brushed her fingers through his shaggy blond hair. 
"You're going to leave, aren't you? ...Please don't."
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Written for @febuwhump day 19 prompt: "please don't."
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magickhajiit · 9 months
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Lost in the snow- Chapter 1
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Rating- Teen and up
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In a world where mutants are feared Cyclops and the X-men have sworn to protect humanity from any threat. A year after the team’s creation they’re sent on a recon mission, to tail Magneto’s Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. However, an unexpected ambush leaves Scott blind in the snowy mountains of Alaska, separated from his team.
Stuck with no way home Scott quickly learns he’s not as alone as he first thought. When The Brotherhood finds him on the brink of death, he’s forced to put his trust in the mutants he has been taught are his enemies. However, the world is no longer black and white and the words of the Master of Magnetism, a terrorist or a mutant saviour who lives in the moral gray area of life, make Scott question his own staunch loyalties.
Scott’s breath comes to him in panicked bursts as he regains consciousness. Flakes swirl in an icy dance around his prone form. Muscles tremble uncontrollably as the wind slices into him, permeating the thin fabric of his uniform and sending a chill running down his spine. The cold is suffocating, crushing his lungs and ripping at his throat with each breath.   
His glasses are gone, the memory of them being whipped off in the fight is still painful. He can feel warmth emitting from his cheek, where one of many fists had met its mark. Clenching his eyes shut, numb fingers travel along the snowy bank, but his search is futile. He’s well and truly blind and lost.   
He’s not sure how long he’s been left abandoned in the cold, or where his teammates have fled to. Between the freezing flakes of snow cascading down upon them, the hydra soldiers advancing and Magneto whisking guns and men alike off the floor and throwing them in various directions, he had quickly lost sight of them when they stepped off the plane into the chaos earlier that afternoon.   
With little time to dwell Scott had been engulfed in the fight. He’d been midway through blasting down a row of soldiers, lined up like bowling pins, before an unnaturally strong wind brushed past; grasping the soldiers it carried them away like leaves in a storm. Left sprawled across the snowy bank, Scott notes thankfully that their chests still move with each laboured breath. Caught by surprise Scott’s fingers skimmed over his visor, eyes scanned the horizon for any incoming threats. Faster than his reflexes could account for, it returned. A blur of movement, tinted red through his visor’s lens, signified it was more a creature than a mere breeze. As did the sharp pain radiating below his ribcage as it forced him back, stumbling but staying upright. A humanoid grip captured his arm, only releasing when a crack rang out, bone fractured and separating.   
Then the blur took human form, a young man of a similar age, with sharp, familiar features and dishevelled white curls, reaching past his ears. His alabaster shirt moved with each laboured breath, it had been without crease, though blood speckled the cuff of his sleeve. Despite his opponent’s open posture, one arm swinging loosely and the second dipping into his pocket, Scott kept his battle position, his injured arm held to his chest. Not that it did him any good, the strange mutant’s smirk grew a little sharper, straight white teeth on show, before he said ‘’Bet you didn’t see this coming.’’ The movement too fast for the naked eye to see, one second he stood there, the next Scott felt a heavy force colliding with his face repelling him into a bed of snow, his visor flying off in a tailspin. He clenched his eyes shut before any power could be released, grateful when the crunch of snow marked the other mutant’s departure. Numbness quickly turns to pain, neurons happy to pass the message along. As the world swam around him, darkness lapped at the edge of his mind, he welcomed it like an old friend.   
With the cold seeping into his bones, the faint sound of rustling and crunching footfall brings Cyclops out of the past. Panic flows over him, stealing the breath from his lungs. He’s exposed like this. Subconsciously he curls up tighter, his good hand covering his eyes resisting the urge to look. When the sound pauses by his head, he can feel the burn of the stranger’s gaze roaming over him. Without warning his hand is gripped by someone else’s and tugged away gently. The hands are callused and warm, so much so they almost seem to burn his icy skin, as they patiently wait for his struggles to cease. Scott contemplates opening his eyes but instinct tells him not to, to hold his beam-firing card to his chest until he knows what he’s dealing with. Instead, he clenches his eyes shut tighter, flinching when the too hot hands move to his cheek until he feels something being manipulated onto his face, a familiar weight resting on the bridge of his nose. His glasses.   
‘’Open your eyes.’’ The voice is firm, but not unkind, like Charles’ had been the first time they’d met. Obeying the order, Scott blinks open his eyes. Pink and orange bathed the northern sky, the colours reaching out from where the sun was sinking below the horizon, in the south an inky darkness crept along the sky. Scott recoils at the blinding brightness of the snow sodden landscape, still glowing despite night falling fast.   
His eyes take a moment to adjust, to turn the silhouette into a recognisable face. ‘’Magneto.’’ Exhaustion, fear and pain flutter around his head, collapsing any strategic part of his brain in the moment. In his mind’s eye, he pictures his own demise. Metal slicing into flesh, his bone crushed like cereal, the iron of his blood streaming out through any chasm. Red flowing out of him like a river once the dam had broken, merging into the white snow. Bringing colour to the barren landscape.   
‘’Don’t look so scared. If I was here to hurt you rest assured I would have done so already. ’’ In a swift motion, the powerful mutant scoops Scott up into his arms, with more strength than his greying hair and lines carved into his face would suggest. The movement is so sudden Scott doesn’t get the chance to protest. As he’s lifted a flurry of snow ambushes him, blinding him once more. Until Magneto raises a wrist, a blue magnetic force field bursting to life around them, shielding him from the onslaught of the cold.   
When Magneto begins to rise, magnetic forces lifting him, Scott clings a little tighter. The thought of being dropped in his bruised state feels worse than the thought of staying with the mutant terrorist. Pain hums under his skin, as bruises blossom, his cracked wrist throbs as he holds it to his chest like a broken wing.   
‘’Are you hurt?’’   
‘’No...’’   
‘’Why don’t we try answering with the truth this time.’’   
‘’I think my wrist is broken. There were other mutants there.’’   
‘’I know that’s what brought the brotherhood here.’’ From their vantage point, Scott gets a bird's eye view of the bodies spewed over the bank. White snow turned red. Limbs twisted at unnatural angles like broken dolls. Seeing the corpses Scott lets an embarrassing gasp slip, it comes out more of a broken sound, scared and weak. ‘’I repelled the bullets they chose to fire. I didn’t start this war.’’ Cyclops chooses not to argue with the older mutant, instead remaining silent. But he’s grateful when Magneto purposefully tilts him away, so the corpses fall out of sight. ‘’Don’t look at them. Look forward.’’   
Not focusing on where he’s being taken Scott lets his head sag back, supported by the jut of Magneto’s shoulder, and doesn’t fight when his eyelids start to droop. So, he doesn’t notice the plane until the colossal piece of machinery is upon them, its wings stretched out and engine humming ready for flight. Warm, yellow light spills onto the open ramp, illuminating the bustling activity there. Mutants roam about, brotherhood members and a few unfamiliar faces alike, carting about filing cabinets, computers and a variety of anti-mutant tech. A line of them trails from the hydra base they’d raided, walking in single file like an ant colony returning home. Scott shudders as he views a jade-skinned woman trudging up the ramp, metallic shock collars clutched in all six arms whilst a winged man follows closely behind, rolling a human sized tube, drops of whatever yellowish liquid was in it leaking out.   
At the bottom of the ram, stand two familiar faces, Toad and Sabretooth. The former is unsuccessfully trying to restore order in the chaos, undeterred by the lack of interest his words hold in the group. Whilst the latter leans against a couple of stacked crates, his body poised perfectly in an unconcerned posture, as amber eyes drift over the nearest mutants, his claws embedding into his palm, specks of blood surging to the surface before they’re smudged away. Scott knows them both well, the faded claw marks on his abdomen prove his ties to Sabretooth whilst he knows Toad from their adolescence.   
Magneto’s presence rolls over the mutants in waves, their boisterous conversations fading to murmurs whilst work speeds up. As each mutant walks past their gazes flicker over to Scott, garnering even more attention than their leader, exposed in Magneto’s arm, noticeably an X-man from just his yellow suit. He’d asked to be set down if his limbs didn’t tremble at the thought.   
Despite Scott’s internal pleading for them to bypass the two Brotherhood members, Magneto strides up to them. This close to Sabretooth the distinct odour of wet dog permeates the air, Scott scrunches up his nose as it assaults him. He clings a little tighter to Magneto as Sabretooth stands to attention like a bloodhound on a scent, yellow eyes drinking in Scott’s uniform and battered appearance. Magneto's words resonate with authority when he says, "Toad, Sabretooth, this young mutant is under my protection. No harm will come to him aboard this plane."   
‘’He’s an X-man.’’   
‘’He’s barely older than a child. And is no threat to us tonight.’’ Scott’s grateful when neither of them points out he’s the same age as Toad, if he needs the reputation of being a child out of his depth to survive the night then he’s willing to embrace that image.     
‘’Want me to take him in?.’’ Scott’s stomach drops at Sabretooth’s offer. He wasn’t likely to make it inside without the older mutant gutting him like a fish.   
‘’That won’t be necessary. Toad if you will.’’ As Magneto takes a moment to hike Scott further up in his arm Scott is reminded he's not young enough to be carried for so long. His frame might still be lanky, but the year of training has built strong compact muscles. Still, Magneto’s gait suggests he’s not under any strain as he walks them forward, straight into the belly of the metallic beast.   
‘’Won’t his professor be able to find him if we take him on board,’’ asks Toad.   
His tone is dipped in impatience when Magneto responds, but it’s hardly that of a raging madman like Scott had been led to believe. ‘’This plane is shielded from telepathic interference. As is the base. Charles will have no presence here.’’ Scott wonders if his team had made it home yet. They’d lost contact, both telepathic and radio, on their mission tailing The Brotherhood, around ten miles away from the Hydra base both teams had landed at. He wonders if they know he was picked up by The Brotherhood, or if they think he was left at the mercy of Hydra. Like a corpse left for a vulture. Which would the X-man think was worse?   
The interior of the plane is similar to the outside, all sleek metal plating and cutting-edge machinery. The gut of the plane is an open room, more tech and crates are stacked up, meticulously labelled and numbered. Most of the mutants have made their way to one of the back rooms, the green mutant Scott saw earlier has settled into the cockpit, six hands running over a symphony of screens, switches, and controls.   
There are three rooms at the back of the plane. Mutants stream into the first, where seats and food are visible through the parted door. Bars lined the third door, and a fingerprint scanner sat on its left. Unlike the other two doors this one had no windows, straining his ears Scott thinks he can hear a continuous thudding echoing from inside.   
They breeze into the second, Toad’s prodigious tongue swinging the door wide for them. In the back of his mind Scott had been half expecting to be taken to a torture dungeon, helpfully fitted into the plane’s interior, equipped with a range of pain inflecting devices from breaking wheels to an iron maiden sat in the corner. Instead, he’s greeted by a Med room, similar to the one at home, with white cupboards lining the wall and the walls painted a reassuring shade of blue. The last detail admittedly lost on Scott. Magneto settles him onto one of the beds, letting him struggle out of the uniform himself. Despite knowing escape is futile, he still grimaces as the door shuts with a quiet click, blocking him from the outside world.   
Scott’s surprised when Magneto lifts off his helmet, settling it down upon the side before routing through one of the draws. When the older mutant pulls out a needle, the arm of Scott’s visor is already clutched in his hand before the cupboard can be slammed closed. ‘’What are you doing with that.’’   
Whilst Toad flinches back, all too familiar with the painful force of Scott’s optic beams, Magneto barely reacts, not even turning from his task. ‘’I always thought those goggles were attached to the suit.’’   
Scott answers, clearly unsure where the conversation was going. ‘’They broke.’’   
‘’On your mission to South Dakota?’’ Magneto asks.  
‘’How do you know about-’’   
‘’We’ve been observing you too. And before you could get them fixed. Charles saw it fit to send you after my brotherhood, wearing glasses that could get knocked off by a heavy breeze. Not very responsible of him, was it?’’   
Scott’s brow furrows at the barb towards Xhavier. Right now all he wants in life is to be back at the school. ‘’I asked what was in the needle.’’   
‘’It’s a sedative it's going to reduce the pain and help you sleep whilst I get someone to fix that wrist of yours.’’ Magneto has finally turned, the needle floating surreally before him, the sight spikes Scott’s anxiety higher.  
Interrupting Scott cuts in, ‘’I don’t want to sleep.’’   
‘’Because you're not tired or because you don’t trust me?’’ Scott’s silence speaks louder than any words could. Unconsciously he grips the edge of the blanket, uselessly twisting it till his knuckles turn white. To his surprise, Magneto's expression softens, "Let me help you, Scott. You are among allies now," His voice carries a hint of sincerity that catches Scott off guard. "You may not trust me fully, but for the moment, I have no ill will toward you."  
In lieu of an answer, Scott stretches out his arm, casting his eyes down.   
‘’Lean back’’ Magneto’s instructions are paired with one hand pressing gently on his shoulder, urging him down till his head is engulfed by the pillow. Scott lets his arm be gently manipulated, till the crook of his elbow is laid bare. His eyes are screwed shut as the needle slips under his skin. The effects are near instantaneous, the tension rolling off his frame as his muscles reluctantly relax, the agitated lines in his forehead smoothing out. Tugging the blanket up to Scott’s chin Magneto barks at Toad to find the Doctor. Before floating the nearest chair closer and settling onto it. With one hand curled around the bars of Scott’s bed, he keeps his mind in the room, on the young mutant leader before him, refusing to let it wander to the inhabitants of the adjoining room. 
Hi hope you've enjoyed. This was only meant to be a 1000 ish word story but it's run away with me. So I'm making it a 5-part series. I'm flipping between this and a spider-man story, but I'll try to keep updates frequent. The second chapter isn't meant to be long so hopefully I'll have it out soon.
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Kudos are always appreciated but comments just mean so much to writers. So I'd love it if anyone wants to leave their thoughts. Xx
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black-wolves-bw · 1 month
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The short one shot about Victor Creed, max 5k, is now almost 28k and I don't see the end.
Also: POOR VICTOR.
Edit: it's over 28k and growing steadily.
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