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xxdreamersdesirexx · 29 days
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Victor Creed relationship headcanons
When you ask him about it, Victor Creed says that he won't marry you.
Victor Creed says that he won't marry you, but he still puts a ring on each of your fingers– two on some. Chunky rings, dainty rings, plain rings. Rings covered in diamonds. You hear about the robbery on the news.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but when you come back to his lair there's bottles of champagne and $200 worth of boxes of chinese food.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but you find him sleeping with a piece of your clothing under his pillow because it smells like you.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but he grabs the brush out of your hand and brushes your hair for you, then sits down and expects you to do the same for him.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but every time you mention something you'd like to have, it appears in the place that you're living a few days later.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but he climbs into your window at night and crawls into your bed.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but he takes you to dinner in expensive restaurants full of shady men, where the conversation is low, and the food is amazing and you never see the bill.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but he turns the radio on to the oldies station and he grabs you in his arms and dances around the room with you.
Victor Creed says that he won't marry you, but you catch him watching you while you're just doing nothing, with a fascinated almost adoring look in his sharp blue eyes.
Victor Creed says that he won't marry you, but he holds you tightly in his big, strong arms, against his warm, overwhelming body and you can hear the purr in his chest.
Victor Creed says that he won't marry you– but he's been here for years, and it doesn't look like he's going to go away any time soon.
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asgardswinter · 7 months
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We’re really getting Liev Scheiber as Victor Creed back in Deadpool 3 IM SO EXCITED
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angelsworks · 9 months
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His Frail Yandere!Victor Creed x Reader
Chapter One
Series Masterlist -> Here
Summary: After being kidnapped by a group of mutant haters, you find yourself lost in the wilderness. What you don’t know
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Hands bound, eyes blindfolded, legs weak. That’s how you woke up. You lay on metal and from the way it rattled and thundered, you deduced it was some sort of vehicle.
Voice, you heard voices. Men’s voices to be precise. Their words were muffled through the wooden wall separating the main cab from the back, where you lay helpless.
You mind drifted to how you’d got here. Tied up and bruised. Then you remembered. You had been ambushed.
The quiet town you lived in was extremely small. Everyone knew everyone. There was one bar, one school, one store. With the low number of residents there only needed to be one.
You and your mother had lived apart from the rest of the town. You lived deep in the woods where you could be free. In the natural oasis you could be yourself. Be free to express your mutation. At the very least you were a mutant.
You knew from your longer than average nails that grew thick and sharp, from your almost enhanced sense of smell and speed, from your very slight healing factor and of course your agility.
You could dart between trees, jump from trunk to trunk and outrun anyone who chased you. Your mutation was almost catlike.
For the majority of your childhood you’d been kept isolated by your mother. She feared the others in the town wouldn’t take kindly to mutants. She couldn’t have been more right.
When you were a teenager and more in control, you were allowed to go back to public school. You were treated as the outsider by your fellow classmates. They pointed out your differences and mocked you for them. Like how you weren’t the most socially developed person, having only spoken to one person for a large chunk of your life.
Regardless you’d made it through high school. Your senior class was ready to graduate in a couple of weeks. Class time became free time as students enjoyed their break from finals.
One day after class you’d been approached by some guy. He’d spoke briefly before trying to kiss you. You pushed him away. That made him angry, which in turn caused him to lunge for you. Lightening quick you were able to move away, to dodge his attacks and land a few of your own. It only took a few for the guy to become winded and hurt. Your strength clearly more than he expected. More than you expected.
What you didn’t know was that word had spread. A few of the locals got together and worked on theories. They’d seen your nails, your strength, your reflexes. They had put it together that you were a mutant.
A few nights later there was a knock at your door. You’d just been for a run in the woods. Wearing shorts and a sports bra. You were about to take a shower, but instead chose to stay in the living room. Incase the stranger at the door brought trouble.
Those same men who feared you for your mutant abilities had come to your door. They made threats to your mother through the doorway, wanting you to come out. She refused of course, blocking their way with her body.
As one tries to get past, another knocked your mother down. As she got up they knocked her down again, causing her to fall and hit her head. The sight made you scream out as you tried to get to her. Only to be restrained by two of the men. Together they outnumbered you.
Soon they realised she was dead. That’s when chaos ensued. Some of the men realised what would happen if anyone found out. Others thought they should torch the place. But the leader, who you found out was John, had a different plan.
“Let them come, let them investigate,” his eyes drifted to you. “They’ll find the town recluse dead. It looks like an accident. She tripped, she fell, she died.”
The man holding you spoke up, “What about the girl, if she’s dead too they’ll definitely think somethings happened.”
John sighed, eyes closed in thought. Then they flicked open, a grin growing in his face. “Then we take her away. Somewhere they wouldn’t look. We kill her there.”
In the last few days you’d travelled in the back of what you assumed was their van. You had no idea where they were taking you, but it wouldn’t matter much if they were going to kill you there anyway.
In the days that past you wet your blindfold many times. Thinking of your mother and her lifeless eyes. How no one would find her for days if not weeks. How you wouldn’t be there to make sure she was taken care of. You could only hope someone from town would be kind enough to do that.
After what felt like a hours after you woke up, the van finally stopped. The doors to the cab opened and you heard footsteps. Then the back door opened and you were jerked to stand and walk out the van.
Your blindfold was removed and your roped were cut. Now you could see John in front of you. Flanked by two other men with guns in hand.
The land around you was covered In white, snow. The trees barren of any leaves. Just days ago you were home where you were sure it was the greenest summer you’d ever seen. Here there was no indication the sun reached the trees, or the ground. The snow remained despite the sun in the sky. There were no marked paths, you weren’t even sure if there was a main road. Just barren trees and rocky peaks. They too covered in snow.
“I’m going to count to thirty okay? And you’re gonna run. After thirty me and my boys are gonna hunt you down and kill you. You hear me?” John all but shouts in your face. You nod hastily. Legs feeling almost like jelly as adrenaline fills your body.
With your limbs free and eyes open you’re ready to go whenever. There’s always the chance that he’s lying to you. That as soon as you turn around he’ll shoot you in the back of your head. You can’t not try though. You want to live.
“One.”
You legs push you forward with almost inhuman speed. You dart through the trees, weaving around them to try and throw off any shooter. You push on to your right. The ground inclining as you start to run up a hill. It becomes clear after a minute of running that you are not dressed for the cold. Your spandex shorts and sports bra do nothing to keep out the cold. Your feet are bare and the snow numbs your toes.
You try to focus on putting distance between yourself and the three men hunting you down. Now as you look over your shoulder, they seem to be out of sight. That doesn’t mean you can put your guard down. So you keep pushing your body to keep working.
Despite your enhanced hearing, it’s only slightly better than average hearing. So you miss the words exchanged by your captors.
They two men look confused as John gets back inside the cab.
“Aren’t you gonna follow her John?” One asks as he gingerly follows and sits in the van.
John waves a hand, “It would be a waste of my time and a waste of my bullets. She’ll die out there in that cold. There isn’t a town in sight for her to run to. She’s stranded.”
While he was right about the cold, he was wrong about the woods being abandoned. In fact it’s only inhabitant crouched nearby, listening to their conversation. He’s picked up their scent as they drove up the road. He was hunting nearby and it had messed with his senses.
He’d smelled the three men of course. But mixed with that he’d smelt something more interesting, he’d smelt something sweet, something innocent. There were no harsh smells tarnishing this scent, except the abundance of fear that lined it.
He was sure you were a mutant. More than that he was sure you were his frail. A creature destined for him, like a soulmate. Only this was more primal. The beast in him was tied to you. Wanted to claim you and mate you and own every part of you. He wanted to make you his.
But first he wanted to take care of these three men. He’ll do so with great pleasure.
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void-my-warranty · 4 months
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Just wanted to show off this commission piece that @8bitkraken created for my fic Safehouse.
Seeing the initial sketch was unexpectedly emotional for me, because I've never seen my comfort character (Origins Victor) drawn before and it was just one of those things where you don't realize the value of something until you have it in front of you.
This artist has been an absolute joy to work with and I can't recommend them enough!
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darkelin · 10 months
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Sharing is Caring
Logan Howlett x reader x Victor Creed
Summary: you are feeling insecure about yourself and your lovers are going to show you that you are perfect just the way you are, MDNI
Warnings: 18+, smut, double-penetration, anal & vaginal, oral sex, consent, praising & aftercare.
authors note: Hi! This is my first ever fanfic, I was very inspired by @loganbcrnes one shot Gym Fever, reader is a mutant, I hope you guys like it.
readers body type is AFAB but you can view it as another if it makes you more comfortable :D enjoy!
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It's midnight and you are sitting in the balcony of your shared apartment, feeling insecure you sit there and ask yourself "Do I really deserve them? There could be someone better for them, what if I'm too fat/skinny"
What you didn't know was that your two lovers where standing right behind you, Victor was leaning against the balcony's door frame and Logan was just standing there with his arms crossed, they where baffled by your commentaries about yourself
"What if-" you where cut-off by an annoyed Logan picking you up from where you sat, you squeak from the sudden event your eyes widen in surprise and horror wen you see your lovers looking at you annoyed "H-how long have you guys been t-there" you asked, Logan is first to speak "Long enough to hear how insecure you are about yourself Y/N" that "Y/N" was enough to send chills down your spine "What should we do with her?~" asked Victor "I guess we are going to have to show her just how perfect she is~" said Logan as he started to walk inside carrying you in bridal style, Victor closed the balcony door and followed inside
You started to feel a knot in your stomach so you asked "What are you guys going to do?" Logan just chuckled and Victor answered "Didn't he already told you, we are going to show you how perfect you are"
You notice that they're heading to your shared bedroom, Victor opens the door and let's you two go in then he closes it Logan drops you off heading towards the dresser looking for something, Victor grabs you by the waist to pull you into a kiss "Found it~" said Logan as the large man broke the kiss for you to breathe, you tilt your head to look at the second large man moving towards you two with a short black thight revealing dress in hand and condom's in the other
They could see you confused to why he would bring such things "you are going to wear it for us, easy right?" said Victor as he pushed you towards Logan who was giving you the dress
After he gave it to you they both went to the bed and sat on the edge waiting for you to change, you where just standing there dress at hands
"What are you waiting for?" said Victor taking of his jacket and shirt Logan doing the same, you blush at the view of the two large men sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed (insert nosebleed)
"You guys want me to change right here?!" Victor just laughed at your question "well of course doll~" answered Logan, you blushed even more looking like a tomato you started to take off your current outfit feeling a little awkward you where about to put on the dress when Logan interrupted "No bra" he said "But-" "No but's doll" you where cut-off "Fine.." you say, you put on the dress feeling self-conscious about how you look you try to cover yourself with your hands but you are stopped by Victor's firm grip on your hands pulling you closer to them, Logan grabs your ass and Victor kisses your hand "beautiful~" said Logan "And all ours~" added Victor as he extended his nails careful not to cut you he rips the dress, eyes widen from the sudden happening blush appearing of your face you try to cover yourself but Victor's firm grip never left your hands he pulls you down and you drop on your knees breast bouncing from the sudden movement, they both stand up to take off the las bit of clothing
After the awkward undressing your eyes shine in excitement as their large and thick cocks sprang up veins and pre-cum visible, they chuckled at your reaction "Look at you darlin so exited for us~" "She truly is brother, look how she's drooling~" the comment's from the two brothers exited you even more making you wet, "Can I?" you asked yearning to touch and taste your prize "Go ahead~" answered Victor
You started to crawl forward stoping to eye the prize then with one hand you gently grabbed Logan's cock causing it to twitch and you lean in to suck Victor's making him grunt, licking and sucking as you Bob your head you start to jack-off the cock in your right hand pre-cum coating it, Victor caresses you head "look at you, so pretty sucking my cock" drool sliding to your jaw you move your left hand to touch yourself, it did not take long since the view was too much making Logan cum it didn't take much for Victor to cum too, you swallowed it all and parted your lips from his cock making a soft "pop" sound, you suck on your fingers as Logan grabs you by the waist and pulls you to the bed praising how good you treated them then dropping you in the middle of the bed
They weren't done, they were going to show you just how perfect you are
Both got in bed Logan riped your underwear as he got behind and Victor in-front they looked at you waiting for your consent you nod you head "Please.." they both smirked at your needy beg for them putting on the condoms Victor grabbed your leg and lifted it positioning himself Logan doing the same they aline themselves in your holes and start slowly sliding inside of you tears in your eyes from the sting of pain becoming pleasure you start making "ah ah" sounds that flood their brain, heat and lust in the air "Fuck, look at you darlin so perfect taking our cock's so well~" "look at her her perfect breast, plush lips, dreamy eyes, that ass and your body so small compared to ours~" so much praising made you wash up an orgasm your walls clenching around them "Well would you look at that" "Darlin we haven't done much and you already came" the brothers said, Logan starting to touch and caresse your body Victor kissing the leg he's holding
They start moving even faster making you moan louder their movements became sloppy as you came for the second time they felt you walls clench making Logan cum and then Victor both grunting and you moaning, they pulled out of you changing positions Victor moved closer to your face and Logan went to your dripping pussy, Logan changing condoms and Victor just taking it off he started to enter your mouth so you started to suck and slurp making him grunt as Logan started to enter your pussy they started to trust at different uncoordinated paces
"So tight.. so perfect" said Logan as he panted and kept grunting "That's it pretty, just like that" Victor said as he trusted ito your mouth and squeezed your breast, rolling your eyes up you came everything becoming fuzzy, they came you swallowed the cum as their cocks finally became soft they both kissed and praised you, Victor made a bath then grabbed you and carried you into the bathroom putting you on the tub while longan grabbed a pair of his pants and Victor's shirts since you prefer theirs after making love, Victor washed and bathed you knowing that they had tired you out "You did so well for us" said Logan as he entered the bathroom
You managed to smile at them ,"I liked that dress" they laughed and pulled you out the tub dried and dressed you, carrying you to bed where they put you in the middle Victor hugging your right and Logan your left "Thank you guys, I love you both" you managed to say "Your welcome, we love you too Y/N" said Logan, Victor kissed you but you where already asleep they chuckled and headed to sleep too.
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Ohmagawd I really did it, sorry if it was too short and rushed I think I did a good job being my first fanfic but I will learn so I can write better, notes are appreciated and you are perfect just the way you are:)
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creedslove · 11 months
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☣ Masterlist ☣
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Masterlist 1 | Masterlist 2
VICTOR CREED (SABRETOOTH)
Series:
Basement (3/?)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
The Animal Who Dreamed He Was A Man (angst drabbles) (4/?)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Imagines:
Face Dripping GIF
Imagine Victor Went Back In Time In DOFP
Asks:
Victor Being Tied To The Bed
Victor's Toys Stash
Victor's Thoughts On Marriage And Fatherhood
Climbing&Kissing Victor
Victor On Being Abandoned
Victor On Snuggling
Wade Finding Out Victor Cuddles
RAY DONOVAN
Headcanon:
Ray Showing Affection Towards You
Songfic:
I Don't Love You
LOGAN HOWLETT (WOLVERINE)
One Shots:
Anything The Wolf Wants
DRABBLES AND REQUESTS:
Kitties And Little Wolves (Logan x Victor)
Pregnant (Victor x Reader)
Together (Rogue x Logan)
Meeting The Family (Ray Donovan x Reader)
OLD MAN LOGAN/OLD MAN VICTOR
Series:
Another One Of Us (2/?)
Part 1
Part 2
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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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Imagine: being the youngest member of team x with the same mutation as Victor but a different personality and is very protective of you.
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Stryker had gathered the members of team x to introduce them to the new member.
They were at the base waiting for Stryker with the new recruit, some of them were interested in what skills he would have and then there was Victor who was not interested.
Wade: I hope it's not someone else like Victor, otherwise I'll decapitate myself with my sword.
Logan: Don't say stupid things.
The doors opened revealing Styker with a teenager next to him, he was wearing a leather jacket and pink sunglasses with his hair painted blue.
Stryker: she is the new member of the team
Wade: It's a game, right?
Fred: It's a girl.
Y/N: Who the hell are you calling girl?
you said making yourself at him but Stryker stopped you by putting an arm in front of you.
stryker: she is going to be with us she has the same mutation as Victor
Logan and Victor turned to see you, the others were in shock.
Wade: Okay, I'm going to get my sword.
They thought you would be just like Victor, good thing that only in mutation he was cold and chilling and you, on the other hand, were very outgoing and mischievous, you always got in trouble for making jokes with Wade.
On missions, Victor always had you as a companion. You thought he didn't like you. Every time you spoke to him, he only responded with a grunt.
On a mission a soldier had cornered you, you were on the ground very tired from running so much, he had pointed his gun at you.
soldier: damn phenomenon I have you
You closed your eyes waiting for the impact of the bullet but it never came. You opened your eyes seeing Victor holding the man by the neck.
Victor: You think it's a big deal to point a gun at a child, that makes me sick.
He said, digging his claws into the soldier's neck, killing him.
I turn to see you approaching
Victor: can you stand up?
You didn't answer. He bent down and took you into his arms. You complained because you didn't want me to help you.
Y/n: put me down, I can walk alone.
Victor: You can't even stand and you want to walk.
Y/n: I can crawl
Victor: how stubborn you are, girl.
He said as he walked, you growled at him in defeat as you rested your head on his shoulder letting the exhaustion consume you.
He looked at you smiling a little as he walked to the base.
Victor: Who would you have turned out to be so stubborn, little kitten?
He said, bringing you closer to him to protect you from the cold.I was never going to admit it but I was worried about you on all the missions you were together.
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Kinktober Day 22: Bondage- Victor Creed
Summary: You and Victor have fun with some rope and a little game
Word count: 1, 407
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Tension began to form in your body as the position the ropes forced you into began to hurt. You tried not to squirm too much as Victor circled you. He has a devilish smirk on his face as he could see and smell how desperate you were for him. Your eyes were covered by a blind fold and a gag in your mouth. Though you couldn’t see him, you could hear his heavy boot steps.
Suddenly his steps came to a halt as you heard a chair being scraped across the floor. Next came the sound of his heavy body taking it’s place on the chair. Suddenly you shuddered with arousal as the knuckle of one of his clawed fingers grazed the length of your soaked pussy.
“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t kitten? Just want me to fuck you’d already.” He taunted you, the speed of his finger never increasing.
You can’t help but let out a desperate muffled moan at his action and words, your sounds making him chuckle darkly.
“Look so pretty tied up for me. I know you’ve been trying to be a good girl, trying to stay still for me, but I love when you squirm. Come on, kitten, squirm for me, try to break free.” He ordered, loving to see just how weak and submissive you could be in comparison to him.
Wanting to be good and follow his orders, you began to move your bond body, twisting and pulling where you could. Both you and Victor knew that it was hopeless and that your weak squirming wouldn’t do anything to the strong rope or the expert way they had been tied. You made sure to huff and moan out in your play attempt of escape, knowing he loved it when you played into the fantasy.
Your display making him moan out, knowing he was aroused by your bound struggle. Once you started pushing your ass and pussy out and towards him in your performance you heard his zipper being drawn and the sound of skin being worked. From the way he moaned and grunted you could tell he was touching himself, getting off to your struggle.
His movements stopped as he chuckled, now moving to sit in front of you on your shared bed. Removing your blindfold you can now see him shirtless in nothing but his boxers, a darker patch in the front, no doubt from his pre cum.
You made sure to give him begging eyes and wiggled a bit more as his palm held your cheek and his clawed thumb grazed your jutted lip. You knew he loved how you played along with his fantasy, tying you up and you both acting as captive and captor. He loved the game and you loved the way he fucked you from it.
“Such a pretty little fawn and you’re all mine. No escape for you, little one. Can’t wait to fuck your tight little pussy.” He tells you with malicious sweetness.
Playing along you begin to struggle even harder, trying hard to beg through your gag.
“Ah-ah-ah, no begging, kitten. You’re gonna take my cock and you’re gonna like it.” He growls as he pulls your hair harshly, forcing your head back.
He lightly slaps the side of your face and you try not to moan, wanting to stay in this little fantasy. Though Victor was a dangerous man and sometimes both of your kinks could get a bit dark, he never actually likes hitting you hard, even if you beg him to.
“Gonna take your gag off now and you’re gonna be a good girl and not scream.” He warns, his eyes becoming dark as his hand wraps around your throat.
With the gag now removed you take in a deep breath and really start to play along.
“Please sir, please let me go, I won’t tell anymore. Please don’t fuck me, I’m still a virgin. Please.” You falsely beg, both of you loving the layers you add to this game.
“Oh fuck I love a virgin pussy. Gonna be all nice and fresh for me. It’s gonna hurt too and I won’t be gentle. I’ll have you screaming from my cock, little one.” He taunts you, his hand back around your throat, slightly tighter this time.
Whimpering, you roll your eyes to the back of your head, loving the way his power turns you on.
“Maybe you’ll like that. Want to get fucked by daddy’s big cock? Be his good little girl.” His taunts continued as his hand reached over you to toy with your clit.
You couldn’t help the moan that escaped as his finger finally made contact with your throbbing clit. He’d been teasing you this whole time and to finally feel him touch where you needed him most was breathtaking. Desperate and loud moans escaped as your bond form pushed into his fingers, desperately trying to get more friction.
“Oh you are a dirty little girl, kitten. Just want to be touched so badly. Everyone thinks you’re a good little girl but we both know better don’t we?” His voice making you start to reach your peak even faster.
“No, no, no. I am a goood giirl. Aaahh. Pleeeaasse.” You managed to moan out, wanting to play along but unable to stop your body from reacting to how good it felt.
“Yeh you’re gonna be good at taking my cock.” He laughs as his fingers retract and he gives your sensitive pussy a light slap, making a loud yelp leave your body.
Quickly he removes his underwear and takes his spot behind you, lightly grazing the head of his cock along your folds.
“You ready for daddy’s cock, kitten?” He asks as his large head makes its way to your entrance.
“No please, youll hurt me. I can’t take your cock.” You falsely plead, your hips thrusting towards his body giving you away.
Chuckling he leans his body over yours, his hot breath tickling your neck as he whispers into your ear.
“Scream as loud as you need to, little one. No one will hear you out here.” He falsely taunts, knowing that it was more of a reassurance to you.
Straightening up once again he roughly grabs onto your hips as he thrusts in all the way, his large size causing you the scream out in pleasure and a little pain. You were no virgin but with Victors size it still caused a little pain sometimes.
He wasted no time in picking up the pace and starting to fuck you rough and hard. You couldn’t help the loud moans and screams as he filled you up, his harsh thrusts forcing you further into the bed each time.
“This is daddy’s pussy now, kitten. Ruining your little virgin fucking pussy for anyone else. You belong to me now!” He declares, accentuating his point with harsh thrusts.
The sounds that leave your mouth are nothing less than pornographic as he thrusts into you harder and harder. It didn’t take long before you could feel yourself reaching your peak, the familiar warm tingling feeling starting to build up once again.
“Are you gonna cum on daddy’s cock? I feel your pussy grabbing me, kitten. Come on then, milk daddy’s cock, make him cum deep inside you.” He encouraged, one hand leaving your hip to reach down and rub your clit.
With the added pressure on your clit, it all became too much. You let out a deep scream as your bound body shook and wakes with your orgasm running through your body.
As your body shuddered, Victors grip on you intensified as he gave you a few more harsh thrusts before he let out a loud moan, cumming deep inside you.
Both you a Victor stayed that way for a while as you both started to catch your breaths. Gently he pulls himself out of you, all traces of his roughness gone.
With a clean wet cloth he cleaned you off, gently as to not hurt you. Next came your ropes, kissing your sweet skin each time a piece of rope was removed, telling you how well you did between each kiss.
Once you were fully free from your bounds, Victor laid you down gently on the bed.
“I’m gonna run a bath for you, sweetheart. I’ll be back in just a moment. Did so well for me.” He gently coo’s as he kisses your temple.
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Sometimes Love Stops In Its Tracks
You love your man, but sometimes, it can lead to a breaking point.
Includes: Victor Creed (Sabertooth), Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers (Captian America), Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Clark Kent (Superman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Orm Marius, Joker, Duncan Vizla (Polar)
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Victor Creed
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Living the way of mutants and humans was a thin line to follow. Victor felt that he was an animal, proud of his lone wolf ways, finding solace in the hidden corners of the forest around the globe as he traveled from one mission to another. Being on the side of power that wanted to bring respect to mutants, even if their ways were questionable at the very least. And now, it was gone, traded from a role as a teacher, educating younger mutants, having battle quips with some of the twerps that think they are brighter than the 200-year-old Sabertooth. Little things like that stuck in his brain, bits and pieces that he most of the time brought home to his lover and partner. Which, after a while, bred new arguments and fights. Something which both sides did not like. Tension bubbled, and Victor felt himself dive back into his ways of thinking.
'You would NOT understand my pain!!'
'Of course, I do not know since you don't communicate anymore. Victor, please, this has been going on for way too long; talk to me! ...Tell me so I can understand.'
'Even if I told you your human brain is too stunned to comprehend.'
'What?! Why are you talking like this? Do not talk to me like that.'
'And what are you going to do?! You are no match for me.' with that, Victor knew he had crossed a line he didn't think he would cross, ever.
'I will not be treated like this! You are on your own now.'
You spoke, starting to distance yourself away from the raging mutant. Placing permanent distance between each other, leaving love to stop in its tracks.
Loki Laufeyson
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For him, his heritage was a silent trigger in his mind. Whenever his blue skin showed itself unexpectedly, his manners would shift, not speaking to anyone not even his love. Which would, in return, create silence so loud it could break your heart. And it did. The silence brought no mature way to deal with it. You tried to comfort him, offering hugs, kisses, and soft touches to the broken god, but each time at the offer, Loki would pull away and even sometimes roar at the devotion. 
'Do not touch me! How many times do I have to tell you?!'
'I am just...trying to help.' The last part can be only whispered at the raging man
'Do not help me. Leave me alone.'
Loki turns away, walking away as you tried to do it to your best ability, but if he wanted help, he would accept it. Maybe it was time to leave him...alone. Sometimes the best thing you can do is remove yourself from the situation and let love stop in its tracks.
Thor Odinson
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Thor fancied traveling, exploring new places, and new people, and having exhilarating adventures. Thor would leave on a whim sometimes, even most of the time, without saying where he is going or when he is coming back. Each time Thor would come back cheery as ever, retelling his stories to you with the same gleam, not understanding what he left behind and expects when he came back. You would communicate what you felt, from the sudden 180 from having him in youR arms to an empty apartment and waiting each day and night, wishing that this is the moment when he will come back. So when he came back, Thor did not read the room.
'Do you not like the story?'
With a heavy sigh, you hoped that it would be obvious. 'No-no, the story about you riding a giant goat sounds like great fun. But, Thor, do you know how I feel? Waiting for you here? Hoping that you will arrive, hoping that you will send a message that you are okay? At least that...'
Thor treks back, his eyes widening in puzzlement. 'I do not understand, dearest when I was in Asgard, my family would not grumble regarding my adventures.'
Relying back upon confusion from your side, they speak with a sharp tone, 'Thor...I know that. But this is not Asgard. This is our home. I know that your family got unfortunately reduced to myself, but what we have is a relationship. And our relationship should be based on communication. Therefore when you leave at the very least, very minimum, let me know.'
Thor took one more step back, feeling his confusion start to simmer. 'What do you mean? I thought that our bond was powerful.' Thor withdrew, looking at his lover.
'It IS strong, but this, like this, your last-second adventure, are things that can chip away at this life we have. I don't want that.'
Thor looks at you, seeing the ping of confusion on your face now 'I am a god. A god goes whenever the path takes them. My heart told me at that moment to go and explore a new corner of the realm. Experience a new life there, fresh cultures, exciting quests and help the less fortunate there, to let them know they have a god...' Thor started to ramble on his reasons for making such a bold move, and in a second, he struck in the wrong path '...explore new lovers there.'
What?
You and Thor look at each other, and you feel a small ping in your heart. Not wanting to say it out loud, but still going to walk in your truth. 
'While your heart told you to do all those things.... did it ever think of me and my heart?' Standing up, you spoke into the viscous silence that started to settle heavily on Thor's shoulders, 'Me and my heart won't take you back. Our love has stopped because of your adventures.' 
Steve Rogers
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Steve was continuously on a mission, rarely home. And when he was home, it was almost a designated time for him to do all the things he couldn't do back when he was living, meaning going to 1900s museums, dinners, activities, and so on... but one thing Steve was always stuck with was Peggy. More times than not, Steve would catch himself saying Peggy's name instead of yours. Which would create disharmony. Steve would play it off, hoping you would understand where he is coming from. Creating fights and blowouts as you were trying to get your point across to Steve. 
'Steve, I understand that Peggy was your girl then, but now I am here. Don't call her name when you call me. We don't even have similar names.'
'You are telling me to suppress an important part of my life. You, of all people, should understand what kind of pressure I go through when I am on a mission. So when I come here, I mostly blow off some steam, and my brain mixes everything. Hence, the name mixing.' Steve argued his point coming across less and less, dipping more into the black hole that was forming between the lovers. 'What if the roles would be reversed Steve, hm? What if I said my ex's name instead of yours?'
'Oh, for the love of god. Please, not that gender-role-reversal crap. Back in my day...'
'Stop!' It roared in Steve's ears, the way the word just shouted in his ear, halting his words.
'If your brain is still in the past. Then you can live through it by yourself. As much as I give myself to you and your activities so you can "relive" your "golden days," even though you have been willing and ready to make a life together, you still want to go back. And that is completely fine, but you could have told me that and not strung me along all this time.' 
Steve sat back, hearing and feeling the wave of emotions falling into a black hole, growing more and more and very soon encapsulating Steve, losing himself forever. 
Bucky Barnes
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Bucky consistently feared everything and everyone. Not a lot of moments in his lifetime offer solace and peace. But you tried your best to give him a piece of the comfort and love you felt for him every day. Bucky tried to dissociate from everyone, including you, and the moments you shared with him, cooking, knitting, reading, you name it, his brain was always halfway turned off, and you really can not blame him. You tried your best to understand the poor soul; you really did! But when he was zoned like that, he tended to be more jumpy and scared, resulting in a fiery shout directed at you.
'Dammit! You scared me!'
Turning into a frigid zone, no talking, no touching for 1 hour, as Bucky instructed. And that rule made it hell for you; you thrived off of physical touch! 
'I am just saying that I am here, Buck. You do NOT have to be alone. You have me, for crying out loud.'
'You would not understand what I went through. And with all my scars, I am fearful how I will live like this.'
'I can not phantom what you went through, Bucky. But the reason we are in this relationship is to be with each, enjoy each other's company, touch each other, and just- just let everything be, no past, no future-just us; together.'
Getting your point into his thick skull, Bucky's eyes winded in anger and misinterpretation. 'So what you are saying is to forget myself. To be no one?! To be just an insignificant speck on this planet and forget my hurdles and trauma. Like you?!'
Looking at him, you felt the ripple of sadness coloring your veins; there was no way Bucky thought that about you, someone who he loved, cherished, and most importantly trusted, was he?
'Is-is that what you think about...me?! '
'Yes!' He boomed the answer without a second thought, sealing this chapter for the both of you. Looking at him, you come close to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek respond in a hush, loud enough to be engraved in his brain.
'Remember this kiss, because it is the last sincere thing you will feel. Until you come to terms with yourself, James.'
With that, you left the room knowing that the best option was to leave him if he wished so letting your love stop in its tracks.
Bruce Wayne
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Bruce always thought that he wasn't made for relationships, the man dressed like a bat, for goodness sake. Therefore, when you two got together, you raised Dick from a small baby boy with the fattest cheeks that were just screaming to be pinched to a teenager going through his phase of 'begging secretive,' although I don't know how much you can get secretive if you are a superhero and being mentored by Batman. A few years perished, you would have thought that Batman was more open to having a partner in his house, not ours, his. But no. Bruce would hole up in his cave and not talk to anyone, not even Alfred, if he was working on anything. And that fueled sleepless nights resorting for you to give him the cold shoulder but masking it in front of Dick to appear as if everything is okay. Which in hindsight, would bite you in the ass when you would feel yourself crack under the façade. 
'Alfred? Why is Mom crying?'
'That... Master Richard is hard to explain. The best we can do is give her a hug and reassure her that everything is okay.'
The hug would help in a 'band-aid over a bullet wound' type of way, but nonetheless, it helped. What didn't help was Bruce and his stoicism. No matter what emotion you chuck at him or say, he would just stand coldly. 
'Bruce! Just come out of this forsaken cave. For one hour! For Dick! For me! For Alfred!'
'I told you. I have a case. I can not leave the cave just yet.' He spoke in a stern tone, not moving an octave higher or lower.
'You have been in here for 6 days. This is borderline madness. I forgot your touch.' You responded, feeling your body tremble with unhappiness and uprising anger. 'I have been nothing but patient, but nothing can make you move. I tried, I really, really, really tried. But you gave me nothing!'
Stepping away, you see Bruce's eyes dilate slightly at your discouraged-filled sentences, but now it is too late. As you were going up the stairs, Dick stepped out of the shadows looking at his father.
'Are you just going to stand there?'
Bruce looks at the boy feeling his heart twist in the same way yours was feeling your shared love stop in its tracks.
Clark Kent
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Clark moved on when Lois found a new guy to be with. By finding you. Being with you, making a life together, living together in Metropolis. Finding yourself with him. Clark was a sweetheart and still is, to the bone. But when you are such a sweetheart, there are bounds where you will trip up because of your niceness. For Clark, it would be the ability to say no to Lois when she calls for help. Be it a heroic save from a no-name villain to a minuscule task such as carrying furniture up 5 flights of stairs, where she moved in with her new boyfriend.
'Clark, you have to stop helping her so much.'
'I couldn't say no. When she asked me so nice-'
'She has a man! He can do all those things. You are my man!'
'What are you saying?! I should have let her plummet to death when she was falling?'
'That's not my point, Clark. What I am saying is... she is your past. I am your present.'
Clark stood up, hugging you gently, reassuring you with a soft touch, 'You have to understand that she will always be my past. Someone I still very much love.'
Hearing that you pushed him away, you felt a coil snap in your heart, nudging you in the direction where you opted you would not go. 'What?! Lois broke your heart and left you all alone to pick up the pieces, and you still love her?'
'She didn't know what she was doing. I told her how I felt, and we mended that.' More actions came to light 'When?! You never mentioned that to me. Clark... what are you hiding?!'
Clark moved away, seeing what effect all of this had on you, heartbreak in sight. 'Nothing! Just Lois and I talked it over and decided to move friends. Nothing more!'
Looking to the side, you could not see him anymore; your emotions got the better of you. 'You are saying that just now. Do you understand how much jealousy and insecurity I have to press down when I see you going to Lois first and not me? Have you tried to think how I would feel?! All the time, I was really supportive and understanding, but I am human, and my other emotions would boil if this continued, and it did. I gave you so much grace hoping you would understand by yourself. But you did, and look where we are now.'
Looking at him, you saw his eyes dim with hopelessness. 'So what are you saying? That we-' '-yes, we have no future. But maybe your past can help you pick up the pieces.'
Arthur Curry
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Arthur is a hunk of a man. He attracted people of all genders and orientations. He is a beef magnet. Arthur knew his charm, but he was oblivious to how it affected you. Whoever was flirting with Arthur, it made you a bit mad when Arthur would return the flirt even when you were with him.
#154th time
'Babe, if I am nice to the barmen, we will get free drinks.'
#484th time
'No worries, toots. The woman there is smoking hot, but I am still yours.'
Arthur tried to reassure you, but all that would fall on deaf ears by the time you saw it for the 500th time.
'Arthur, you have to stop. I am uncomfortable seeing you flirt with other people while I am with you.'
'When did I do that?' He would ask as if all of that did not happen 3 hours ago, 'You are messing with me, right?! You were flirting with the girl outside the bar while I was getting the car!' 
'Oh, that?! That doesn't count.' He retired, saying a small pfft.  
'Sorry? And when "does it count"?' You asked, feeling genuine curiosity mixed with rage
'Only when I get something free out of it.'
it took you a second to comprehend was he was saying and what he was speaking
'So you mean you do it all the time, but most of the time, you do it to gain something you can very easily buy?'
Arthur takes a second to realize and says deadpanned, 'Yes.'
Losing all hope in the merman before you, you just left, leaving him to his own consequences. Letting your silence speak louder than his words could ever, letting him know that your love has stopped in its tracks.
Orm Marius
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Orm never would have thought in a million centuries that he would leave his birthright of being a king to be with you. That decision weighed heavily on his shoulders and heavier on yours. As you were described to others as 'the reason Orm left him throne' sometimes it was spoken with a devoted ping but sometimes with a bitter punch. And that decision was not yours; it never was. It was his. Orm just wasn't ready to admit it. Creating a toxic atmosphere in your household. You were mostly quiet on the matter, hoping that Orm would digest it like an adult man, while Orm was boasting about his accomplishments in Atlantis and always ending with a bitter 'And now I am here.'
'Orm, if you feel that way. You are free to go. I am not some anchor that will keep you here against your will. Plus, we all know YOU chose to come here. I did not put a gun to your head and force you to come here. I had no problem having a long-distance relationship. YOU were the one who wanted to escape that throne and those responsibilities.'
Orm strode to you, feeling disassociated with himself. 'I beg your pardon! The reason I came here was to be with you! Because I love you.'
'I know you do. But every time we talked about your royal duties, you always mention what kind of mental toll they had on you, so much that you started to lose your hair from the stress.' 
Orm looked at you as if a film playing before him; you were right. But he was not ready to fall back.
'You are the one at fault!' He argued, trying to stick to his points that stood on wobbly legs. 'Me?! How??!' You rebutted, ready to stand your ground firmly. 'You and your heritage! Why did you have to be a surface dweller?! Why did you even have to be born?!' He screamed at you, unleashing the avalanche he formed 
'How-how can you say that? You said you loved me moments ago,and now you don't want me on this earth?'
Pacing back, you turn towards the balcony overlooking the ocean, just a few steps ahead. Opening the balcony door, you step aside, saying with a bittersweet sound, 'Here! You can go! I won't hold you back, Orm. It was never my intent to make you so miserable. But when you realize that I was right, don't come back running to me.
Joker(Suicide Squad)
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J never intended to have you in his life, someone so typical. Not corrupted, not willing to rob a bank or squishy an ant. You were an angel, and he wanted to corrupt you, but then he knew it would lose parts that made you so distinct and memorable to him. J never tortured you or forced you to do anything. But he did leave you alone while he wreaked havoc in the city. Locking you in the "safe" castle prison while he rampaged Gotham. At first, it wasn't a big deal; after a while, it was like a panic attack that you had to suffer alone in the ample lustrous space. 
'J, can you not lock me next time. It really weighs heavy on me. Please stop.'
'Angel, you being locked here is for your own good. What if someone tries to take you away?'
'And me being locked away will keep them away?'
'You are right! From tomorrow I will add a safe and code lock on the doors and windows.'
'No! J! You can not do this to me! Every time you leave, you lock me in. I feel like I haven't been outside for days now.'
'It was exactly 6 days.'
'J, you have to let me out! I am not someone who is okay with staying in here.'
J started to laugh uncontrollably, looking at you like you are the crazy one 'You are acting like you didn't know, pet. HA! Did you seriously think you would not have some "conditions" to be with me???!!!'
Looking back at him, it dawned on you just now. J wasn't the one going mad, you were. Being locked up in here like some twisted life routine. You had to cut this twist now and forever. 
'I do not wish to be with someone who gives me solitude J.' 
Standing up you walk out of the room, hearing J yelling at you, 'Do NOT forget how good of a life you had with me and in this golden cage!' 
Trying to assemble his thoughts, J halts all his actions feeling his love stop.
Duncan Vizla
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Duncan looked at the snow-covered window watching as you walked out of your truck and into your shared home with the retired assassin. 
'Hey, Donut! I'm back. I found the cutest dog ever, a mix of poodle and french bulldog; his name was Mocha. So freaking cute.'
As you explained your day to Duncan, he asks you, cutting the cheery atmosphere short 'No one was following you, dove? Did you check your surroundings?'
A little stumped at the change of atmosphere you spoke with a tint of lie 'Yes. all clear.'
Duncan raises an eyebrow seeing your smile drop 'Liar.'
'Fine, yeah. I didn't check my surroundings but I was extremely careful and I only went to the famers market and petted Mocha.'
Duncan sighs loudly filling the room with his anxiousness. 'It was fine and-' 'It's not fine. You could have been hurt. Someone could have taken you.'
Placing your hand on his you try to soothe him 'IT WAS fine, Ducan. No one is after me. No one is after you. You can relax. We are together here now.'
'You do not understand my fear. Every time I walk out I feel their eyes on me and I do not want you to feel that. I just want you to be safe.'
'Duncan, and I am. When I am with you. Please calm down and let us just enjoy this day.' you talked to him, trying to reason with him but not much was going up his walls.
'Do not downplay my emotions. You would not understand the fear I have to harbor to keep it away from You. To keep you happy and live in this fantasy.'
'What?! How can you say that?? All my feelings towards you are sincere Duncan, I have told you many times that we can talk whenever and about whatever you wanted. I gave myself to you and help you overcome your past life.'
You rebutted looking at him, trying to get your points across and into his thick skull.
'Don't downplay me, little girl! You watch who you are talking to.' Duncan shouted, making you come to a standstill. 
How could he talk to you like that? And downsize you to a small girl. You aren't helpless. You aren't dumb, far from it. You are more than capable of walking away right this instant. 
'You will not talk to me like that Duncan. And you will not minuscule me. I do not care what you have gone through if you will tear me like that, and talk to me like that. No one will talk to me like that and you will finally learn that what you say hurts far more than a weapon can.'
Walking out, you look at the snowstorm coming in, sealing your fate far away from Duncan.
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Hi there here is my request Victor Creed x reader where is his s/o first time. Please tage me when you publish Thank you again Have a nice day ^^
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First Time
Warnings: soft!Victor, Female!Mutant!Reader, virginity loss, praise, established relationship, X-Men Origins era, a hint of possessive behaviour
What do you do when you find the one? The person you want to spend the rest of your life with. The person who looks at you like sun shines out your ass. The person who makes you feel good about yourself despite all the shit you've done. What do you do?
You protect them. You worship them. You wait for them.
"Ya sure, Kitten? Cause I won't stop once ya get me goin'."
You nod your head quickly, eyes staring up at him like he hung the goddamn moon. Victor smirks, he can't help himself. The wait was worth it, all apart of the hunt if you asked him. But he knows it wasn't just that. He'd have waited a lifetime for you to be ready because he couldn't imagine not doing that. Victor would lay down his life for you again and again until the end of time if that would make you happy.
"Alright."
He lifts you up like you weigh nothing, forcing that little noise from you that you make every time he does this. He loves that little surprised sound. It makes him feel good and almost pure. But being with you always reminds him what he could be if he were to try. Victor carries you to bed, knows every inch of your barracks, and not just because they were the fucking same as his and everyone else here. He knows where you stashed your candy, where you hid your journal, how you folded all of your fear. Victor know you.
And you know him.
You rest your forehead against his and closed your eyes. A warmth radiates from you, a sweet tang in the air that tells him everything he could ever need to know.
His kiss is gentle, delicate even, the complete opposite of himself. Your fingers weave through his hair and his claws extend when his fingers flex against your hips. He lays you down softly, never letting go because he knows he'll never truly be able to let you go. Clothes are peeled away and with every bit of your skin revealed to him, he feels a bit purer.
"Victor," you murmur, full of so much- longing, lust, love. Everything he didn't think anyone would have for him.
"Kitten," he purrs, pressing his face into your neck. "So fucking gorgeous. Smell too good, baby "
He grinds his clothed crotch against your naked one. It's wet, so wet for him. He feels his control slipping, the beast circling in his chest. Victor tears his clothes, scarps of fabric littering the bed. You giggle, your heart rate increasing the longer you stare.
That giggle doesn't last when his cock slips through your soaked folds. His tip teases your clit he rocks his hips into yours. You reach for him, pulling him down to your mouth. The kiss is hungry, tongues thrusting and stroking. You break it with a whimper.
"Fuck me," you pant. "Please."
"Look at me, kitten, wanna see that pretty face when I own you."
You stare into Victor's eyes. Neither of you look away as his cock presses against your slit. Your fingers twitch at the stretch, it's uncomfortable. He stills for a moment, a shiver crossing through him. You shift your hips and wince as it pushes his cock deeper.
"Victor," you breathe. He's big, you knew that. But this is too big, impossibly big.
"Just relax for me. Let me in, kitten." He growls, sharp canines flashing in the light of your room. His hips pull back as you breathe in and just as you exhale he slams forward. You choke on it, tears prick at the corner of your eyes with sheer power radiating through Victor. "There you go, just like that. Fuck so good for me, kitten."
You whimper, wrap your legs tighter around his waist as he grinds his hips. It stung at first, but all you feel now is full.
And hungry.
"More," you whisper, rocking your own hips. "Gimme more, Victor, fuck me."
He raises one arm to grip your headboard, feels his claws punctures the wood.
"You ain't ever gonna get me to stop now, kitten."
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lysenfeu · 1 month
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Things I'm Working On!
Part of this post is for personal accountability to make my goals more "real" and part of it is just to let y'all know I haven't dropped off the face of fic-earth and am in fact trying my best 😅
• Heartbound Chronicles •
-A loosely connected series of one-shots with Frank Castle (and a bit of Matt later on).
• Shhh, Be Quiet •
-A lighthearted College!Matt Murdock one-shot taking place in the Colombia Library.
• An Unexpected Gift •
-A sequel to my first Adrian Chase one-shot "It's His Birthday" where Reader runs into Vigilante after getting ghosted by Adrian.
• To The Polls •
-A three part Bodyguard!Victor Creed series about him taking an X-Factor assignment to protect a pro-mutant politician Reader.
• Scratch Marks •
-A insanely long, complex, dark, insanely feral and filthy Sabretooth series I'm really excited about, starring a new feral mutant female OC.
Bonus: A couple scattered one-shots/miniseries with Matt, another Venom one-shot and more Pair of Aces with Adrian.
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pendragonfics · 1 year
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Paring: Victor Creed/Reader
Tags: gender neutral reader & GN pronouns, fights, conflict resolution, romantic fluff, triggers: alcohol abuse/alcholism and thunderstorms
Summary: After a tiff with Victor, Reader spends the night on the couch. It isn't until a storm comes over the farmhouse that they realise they need to be closer to him.
Word Count: 2070
Current Date: 2023-01-11
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The hissing almost swallows his words beneath the just-pulled beer tab, but you catch it. It’s hard not to, as he barely opens his jaw these days to utter inhuman noises. You stare at Victor and wait for one of you to give way. The argument would not be made if he had listened to you, yet here you are.
His eyes are primal as he looks over the can, piercing your gaze.
“What?” he snaps.
“It’s nothing,” you retort. “If you even care.”
If you had dreamed that perhaps you’d be talking back to the Sabretooth himself a few years ago, you would have thought you were unwise, let alone asking for a shorter life span. Maybe that might be anyone else, but sometimes you could manage it. Not many people were this close to the man. Not many people shared this much with Victor Creed, yet you were still one of those he clashed with, albeit with his claws withdrawn.
“I’m too tired for this shit.” He barks.
“And I’m trying to communicate with a brick wall.” You throw your hands up in exhaustion and push your chair back to rise from the table. “But at least the wall would have something to say for itself!”
“Are you calling me an idiot, __________?” The can finds the table forcefully, making a harsh noise as it connects with the surface.
You can smell the drink wafting from his hot breath, yet you’re not in that proximity to your partner. It’s days like this when the liquor finds him that sets you off. It may wet his lips, but the stench of hops, of the acidic sting of bourbon that takes you back to the years of your childhood, when your lack of autonomy and the adults partaking would result disastrously for you.
“Stop putting words in my mouth!” You ball your fists, squint your eyes, and hold yourself in a tight embrace.
He grunts in response, but you feel your jaw tremor as sobs ricochet from your belly to the room. You can’t see well through the sting of tears, and stumbling backwards, you rush for the door. You’re smart enough to snatch the key fob and click the front door behind you. You don’t hear footsteps following, and you cross the snowy paddock to the detached garage.
Years ago, when you were shorter, younger, and impressionable, you lived under your father's roof. He was newly widowed, and with the agony of sadness that made its way into his heart, he drowned himself in the golden water from bars and bottle shops. You learned to take care of yourself young and distrust the drink. It left your father, a kind, intelligent, loving man, a vacant lot where once a palace stood.
Sometimes he was loud. More often, he was violent.
One night, you ran from him and slipped into a snowbank at the lake near your house. You should have died. Somehow, you breathed the water and stayed dry despite being submerged. A neighbour clearing snow found you the following day, head above the ice and fully clothed, alive.
You stare at the keys and realise you snatched the wrong set. Unless you wished to use the tractor, nestled in the barn until the weather warmed, there would be no radio and heated seating to take your mind off Victor and the plague of memories. It wasn’t unpleasant to sit in the snow, knowing your ability. Just…not something you did for fun.
Your eyes grow heavy after some time, and you do not want to kip in the powder when there’s a warm hearth calling for you inside. At this point, the clear sky ahead shows off the smattering of silvery stars above, like a bejewelled midnight sash draped above. You kick the excess white from your boots before you enter and pause at the bedroom door.
No.
Behind you, there’s still half a log in the fireplace and enough decorative pillows on the sofa. You take a coat from the rack by the door and bunker down for the night.
Sleep takes you like an old friend meeting you for a stroll, and then, you are off.
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He found himself near his home in the early hours of the night, a window of time when the daylight has not sprung, yet the night is a pale navy, traversable by nocturnal beings like himself. But he is recounting it too soon; yes, there is more to the story than his return. Sometime after the argument, he had fled the scene, shedding his cosy clothes for his white undershirt, and leapt from the screenless window frame to the snow below. It had been the tail end of a long slog at his last post, leaving him hollow and mindless. He had thoughts on Magneto and how his order of operations ran incongruent with his, yet he persisted.
Badly.
Victor took off running like an animal from a cage, yes. Yes! He is out, freed, and enraptured by the thrill of it all. He made for the forest and took to work on an oak’s thick, heather-brown trunk. With every slash of his fingers, he tried to release his anger, yet it left him aching and just as empty as before. Before him, the oak tree, perhaps several decades old, tottered in the breeze, its bark half-slain from his touch.
“Goddamned idiot,” he muttered to himself.
The wind had a bite to it, and only now he felt its sting. Not even his lupine traits could muffle the sensation. Now cold, angry, pissed thoroughly off and dissatisfied with his outburst, Victor stood in the snow, seething.
They had tried talking to him. It was better than he could do on his worst days. They had tried. And he hadn’t listened; worse, he glazed over their words. He stood in the snow-filled forest, thinking about what might have made them so worked up, what he had done to make them feel that way.
And then – it hit him.
He feels a jolt through his arm, energy. It snaps through his cells, poises his muscles, and before he can blink or stop himself, he has withdrawn his fist to dole a solid hit to the oak tree before him. It snaps, and like when a seasoned lumberjack fells a foe, the tree falls backward, away from him.
He exhales sharply, staring at the cracked stump where the tree just stood. It looked as if a bolt of lightning had invaded the wood and snapped its core, albeit without the burn marks, and the storm required to dole the hot, instant punishment. Victor now knows what he must do now. Later, he will take care of this outburst. But first, he must make things right with his partner. As he returns to the farmhouse, he notes the station wagon is under the carport, and the prints of his __________ appear old, buried a little under fresh powder. He makes it inside and sees their boots by the entrance, and then as he moves further in –
You are lying on the couch, wearing yesterday’s clothes beneath a snow coat, head crooked on a throw pillow and awkwardly lolled over the sofa’s surface. The last log of the fire has almost extinguished itself, the light very low in the room.
Victor should feel pity when he sees you. He should always feel it for someone with less skill to take care of themselves in the wilderness than himself, the Sabretooth. Yet now, and every time he sees you, there is something in him that expands in his chest that warms thoughts with a kind of emotion previously foreign to him. Silently, he opens the fireplace and lays kindling with some old newspaper balled up. It catches quickly, and deftly, Victor places a new log atop the smoulder of flames.
He looks to you, now bathed in the red-gold glow of firelight and feels that twinge turn in his stomach. He’ll make it right to you in the morning; he must. You look too peaceful to rouse in the ungodly hours of a Canadian morning. He secures the fireplace door and, with the prowess of a natural predator, sneaks his way past you to the bedroom.
He leaves the door ajar and trades his slacks for sweats, and as soon as his head finds the pillow, sleep finds him.
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You wake in a sweat, but not from your dream. It was a pleasant dream where you and Vic appeared human and traded niceties over decadent coffees in fancy mugs in an arthouse tea shop. Perhaps that was you in another life, but it was amiable, nothing that could stir you from sleep. Your eyes focus and notice the fire still burning. Or is it a new log? You can’t remember, but the room is warmer than when you went to bed, so perhaps that accounts for the sweat.
A low, guttural reverberation rocks the tiles on the roof above your head. Thunder.
It seems quite a (not) fortuitous twenty-four hours for you as you feel yourself rock again. Alcohol is a standard trigger for those raised around it. Most children grow out of their fear of thunderstorms, but you shake along with the rafters with the noise of the storm above.
It doesn’t matter that you went to sleep angry. It would be best if you buried yourself in the bedsheets, or better, in the crook of Victor’s embrace so there could be no change that the storm could touch your awareness. You leave the coat on the couch and scurry to the bedroom. Usually, when a storm rolled in, you would already be in Victor’s arms. You try your best to make your way to the vacant side of the sheets as quietly as you can, but a loud floorboard beneath your toes leads to the amber-gold eyes of your boyfriend meeting yours.
“Storm,” you say.
“X’s, or the –” he’s interrupted.
Another rumble, rhythmically similar to the previous one. When the silver-haired weather girl was around, her thunder was asymmetrical. Not that you knew, from experience. You weren’t a fighter. Just…a mutant stuck in the middle of the war between Professor X and Magneto.
“C’mere,” his voice is low but a good kind of reverberation that makes you fold like origami into his arms. “You okay, __________?”
You wait for the pace of your heart to slow a little before you respond. You know he can hear it beating, and together, you lay in the embrace, quiet as the storm moves overhead.
“You work so hard for us,” you whisper to him, the words dissipating in the early morning air as soon as you say them. “I shouldn’t fuss when you take liberties with your liquor. But…”
“Shhh, it’s okay. I might not be the brightest bulb, but I remember what you told me.” His shoulders flex: you can feel his biceps behind you tense up as you realise what he’s saying. He remembered. “Don’t give that cretin the time; he deserves all hell for what he did.”
“Vic, you can’t kill my father.” You remind him.
“I want to,” he grits out. “…but besides. I was an asshole about it.” He pauses, and, after a beat, as if the words came from somewhere else, but in the intonation of his voice, you heard the words.  “M’sorry, __________.”
Your heart races. Never have you heard those words from him in the years of knowing, dating, and living with Victor Creed. You know how hard it is for him. You had always accepted his condolences in the form of his actions and as the blank air where he intended them to be translated as such. You turn in his embrace and bury your head into his chest. Your arms tighten around him, your legs intertwined with his. He bends his head toward you, and in the dark morning light, as the outskirts of Edmonton are waking, your lips meet.
“I ain’t perfect, __________, but I’m trying.” He says, his breath hot on your cheek. He peppers your face with measured, tiny kisses. You nuzzle into the scruff of his neck as another wave of thunder echoes, this time further away than before.
“Vic,” you tell him, speaking into his neck, where you are positioned, his jaw above your head, “You’re just about perfect to me.”
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mr-voorhees-husband · 1 month
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,,sabretooth time
Warning: Probably ooc Victor (he’s soft, but still very insane), he is just very in love, late valentines one shot, Victor gets home and shows you how much he loves you, nsft
Info: Victor Creed (comic) x FtM!Househusband!Reader
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Victor stepped into your shared home, shrugging off the thick bear pelt coat and hanging it up onto the wall. Sniffing the air, Victor grinned widely at the smell of his favorite dinner being cooked, brown sugar ham, mustard greens, and best of all, homemade rolls.
“Somethin’ smells good.” He grinned, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Large hands pressed against your body and held you close as Victor nuzzled his face into your neck. “Almost as good as you...”
“You’re hilarious.” You chuckled softly, leaning back into his hold. “How was your day, baby?”
“Good,” he muttered, a clawed hand trailed beneath your shirt, sharp claws gently scratching at your skin, never breaking skin. Victor knew he reeked of blood and sweat, but he also didn’t care. He always had to get a lungful of your smell when he got him. “Yers?”
“Fine,” you smiled, basking under the affection of your lover— used to his smell, even if it was disgusting. You couldn’t live with Victor and not grow used to the smell of copper and musk, it was almost impossible. “Do you know what today is?”
“Valentine’s.” Victor pressed a kiss to your neck, “is that why ya’ made me such a wonderful dinner?”
“It’s your favorite.” You replied without an ounce of hesitation, letting out a soft moan as Victor started to leave hickies and marks on your neck. “Vic, dinner’s gonna get cold.”
“Mmm…” Victor grumbled, claws digging into your stomach and holding you tighter, continuing to litter kisses and nips onto your neck. Something he loved to do. He always had to mark you up, even if the two of you lived in a cabin in the middle of the Canadian woods, it was a primal need for him. If you weren’t marked up, he’d drop everything to mark you up once again. “Fine,” he growled out, “but you better be ready. I got plans for you.”
“I expected as much.” You purred, slightly leaning into his hold as he pulled away before walking off. “You got the table?”
“Always do.” Like always, Victor got to work setting the table, pouring you both your choice of drink and setting up the utensils. He didn’t really know why he did this every night, maybe part of it was because it was his chore as a child, and another part of it was because he really didn’t know how to clean other than very simple organization and trashing.
He was thankful that you didn’t hold it against him, especially considering how many times he tracked mud, snow, and blood into the house.
After dinner was served up, Victor swallowed it down like he always does, returning for seconds and then thirds. Each time he filled up his plate again, you didn’t bother to hide your smile. Victor loved to eat, that was no secret, and knowing you fed him more than enough always made you feel a bit proud. He hunted the food, you cooked it, but you always made enough so there was leftovers— simply because Victor had a habit of waking in the middle of the night and eating whatever was left straight from the fridge.
While Victor would never say it, everytime he came home to a cooked meal, he fell more in love with you. Maybe it was because of his childhood, or just his mutation, but cooking for him meant you cared— at least to him.
Victor placed his empty plate down in the sink and grabbed the ham bone, sitting at the table and starting to tear whatever meat was left on it before gnawing on the bone itself. When he heard you giggle, he looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a gruff, “what?”
“You look like a cat.” You giggled, placing your own dirty dishes in the sink to be cleaned later.
“Oh yeah?” Victor snorted, standing up and dropping the bone back into the pan the ham had originally been cooked in. Victor dropped to his knees and grabbed your sweatpants, ignoring your surprised gasp. “Do I look like a pussycat?”
“That is so bad—“ you tried to critique his horrible flirt, but it was quickly forgotten as your boxers were pulled down just enough for him to latch onto your dick. He let out a rumbling purr, grabbing onto your thighs as you moaned out. “Vic—!”
Without removing himself from your boypussy, he helped you the rest of the way out of your pants before suddenly lifting you up so you were on his shoulders and your crotch to his face. His tongue, barbed but not painful, lapped at your cunt desperately. Swallowing down each bit of slick and arousal like a man drowning in the desert.
“Victor—!” You moaned, hands digging into the wild mane he called hair. Victor groaned in response, nuzzling his face into your thighs— and you basked in the way his stubble burned your inner thighs.
It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, back arching while your cries of pleasure filled your shared cabin. Victor pulled away with a satisfied rumble— a noise akin to a purr— licking your cum off his lips. He dropped you suddenly, catching you before you could hit the ground, your crotch pressed to his own bulge.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” Victor growled, leaning down to nip at your skin, “You’ll get yer proper present later, but right now I think I wanna fuck you until you forget yer own name.”
It was going to be a long night— not that you minded.
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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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darkelin · 9 months
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Imagine Victor and Logan helping you cool out from the heat wave
Warnings: none, just them boys and their smart mouths (reader is mutant)
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So imagine, you are plopped in the bed with the AC on high, Vic and Lo come back from work, they smell your scent so they go to your bedroom to find you with a hand fan sweeting alot
They will buy you ice cream, ice pops anything and everything cold
Vic will cook while Lo washes the dishes and you are on bed with the AC
They will comfort you SO much like Vic will hand fan you himself and Lo will feed you ice cream, (do not try to fight it they will win)
A lot of teasing, Vic will tease you so much like "Can't stand the heat?~" or "Are we being too hot for you to handle~"
Lo just laughs at you reactions
Cold showers 24/7 they won't mind taking a cold shower with you since things get heated real fast
But at the end of the day they love to watch you sleep because you don't cover yourself with your sheets and you only wear underwear they LOVE the view
A short Headcanon, I thought about this cause this summer has been horrible it's so hot magawd but anyway I hope you enjoyed reading, ^^ notes are appreciated
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