#sabretooth fic

[bamfkeeper]

NSFW Alphabet: Sabretooth

a/n: I know this is more a Nightcrawler focused blog, but I will still write a few other X-men characters just because. And since I did a SFW of Sabretooth, I wanted to do a NSFW one too. So here he is, in all his bloody glory. I was a little more vulgar in this one than in the Nightcrawler one, but it fit for this character. As mentioned in previous posts, I try to mix multiple depictions of the character so it's not just based on a single one. So I take inspiration from comics, shows, and films. I might revamp this later. I hope you enjoy <3

Minors DNI. 18+ below the cut.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Sabretooth doesn't exactly get the whole aftercare thing, I mean, he isn't really known for his gentle nature.

When you first get together and fool around, he probably is the type to fuck and leave, or make you leave. He's blunt; he straight up tells you when you're done to get out or he will leave your space. He treats sex almost like an animal, one purpose: to fuck and then he will go on his merry way.

However if you continue your little relationship, then he might slowly start to understand what to do. He isn't typical by any means. You will be left with claw marks and bites, and you will bleed. It's unavoidable, those claws and teeth? Come on.

He wouldn't treat them normally, but he would lick them, his saliva has an antiseptic aspect to it, so he is 'cleaning' your wounds that he left but in his own way. It might feel weird, but just let him do his thing. That's probably the closest he will get to being gentle anyway. If they are deep enough he might tend a little more but honestly he feels like he does enough by cleaning them with his tongue.

Sabretooth is also generally pretty happy with himself after sex. He would be calmed down a bit from his norm, because he satisfied something primal in his nature. This might be one of the only times you can convince him to lay still for a period of time.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Sabretooth obviously loves his own claws, his weapon of choice on enemies and on you. He loves making you shiver when he drags them down your body with just enough pressure to make you squirm.

But he also has a big ego, so...he is pretty proud of his size.

He'd like your thighs and ass, kneading them like a cat and pawing at you every chance he got. He grabs your legs and loves how soft you feel, and he likes smacking your backside and watching his hips drill into you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Prepare for a lot of it. He is messy and doesn't give a shit about what kind of mess he makes. Inside, outside, doesn't matter to him. He likes to spread it around your face if he shoots his load onto you, or likes watching you open your mouth and show him what mess he made on your tongue.

Can't hate a good creampie either, he loves filling you up. It fulfills that need that burns in his groin every time you have sex. Every instinct screams at him to bury his cock against your cervix and blow his load directly into your womb.

Or he tries to push as far in your ass as he can, listening to you moan as he fills you up, the head of his dick brushing your g-spot perfectly.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He doesn't really have any secrets, he's fairly open about what he likes. But he does have a strong desire towards scents. He doesn't like super perfumed body wash or soaps, he likes the natural smell of things, so he would prefer non-scented soaps rather than the ones that smell sweet or strong.

He likes smelling your groin a lot, especially in the mornings when the scent is the strongest naturally. You always wake up and feel him tugging your legs open so he can smell you. It does typically lead to other things...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

He absolutely knows what he's doing. He's had plenty of partners in the past, so he knows just what to do in the bedroom.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Doggy feels most natural for him. He likes mounting you from behind and he can get a good grip on you when he's pounding into you. He also likes to bite on the back of your neck or your shoulder. Plus he always has a good view before he puts his dick on you.

Sometimes you ride him, gravity helps pull you down on his cock. But you don't get to ride him too often because he doesn't like being on his back for very long. He only has so much self control.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

He'll make jokes every now and then, but it's all with the dirty talk he gives you. It's all very intense, and he will tease you a lot.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

He's a burly, hairy dude. So you can imagine how he looks down there, pretty untamed, not like that really matters. He doesn't see the point to shaving himself, unless you really, really wanted him to, he probably wouldn't ever do it on his own.

He has a hairy happy trail from his belly button that leads down to his pubic hair. His chest is hairy too, and you like to play with it and curl it around your fingers sometimes, which makes him roll his eyes but you do it anyway.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Sabretooth isn't romantic, he's more of a...let's fuck type of guy. His idea of romance is giving you a real, bloody heart torn straight out of an animal or person. And kissing you if he's all messy with blood from a hunt.

If you accept a lot of his habits, he might adapt and try to do something more typically romantic for you in return, or something that you'd see as romantic, whatever that may be. But don't expect him to completely change who he is to be a super romantic guy. And don't ever tell anyone if he does something like that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He probably doesn't masturbate a whole lot, he might when he's feeling real pent up, but why would he masturbate when he has you to take care of all his needs?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Sabretooth is pretty damn kinky, he isn't ashamed about any of his sexual desires and is open with you about them.

He obviously loves predator/prey dynamics, he likes to pretend to hunt you in the woods and when he catches you, he fucks you into the mossy ground. It gets his instincts going and he feels like his cock is on fire when he's hunting you. Plus the sex that comes from 'hunting' you is honestly some of the best you've had. Prey pet names for sure.

Breeding is a huge kink for him. He likes making a mess, but he prefers to bury himself into you and fill you up, regardless if you can get pregnant or not. He will pound multiple loads into you and won't stop until you are squirting it out around his cock.

BDSM is something that's interesting to him, though not every aspect of it. He's a pretty big sadist, so his claws and teeth will definitely mark you up all bloody and you'll be bruised from his hard grip on you thanks to his strength. He'd probably be into impact play, so he'd like to spank you while he's fucking you.

I think he might find bondage fun just because you'd be completely helpless and it can tie into the whole predator/prey play too. Like a little bunny caught in a snare and he stumbles upon you, helpless to the hungry big cat.

I think he probably would have a thing for housewife type of behavior, things that aren't inherently sexual but can turn him on. So cleaning and cooking, bringing him beer or food while he sits back, I don't know I just have a weird feeling he would be into that.

I also think he'd be interested in CNC. It's something that you'd have to talk heavily about, but I think it would be something he would want to try.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

He's down to do it anywhere. He doesn't give a shit who hears or sees. But the bedroom is where you two can really let loose. He also likes doing it in the woods, he has a few spots he will take you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Being submissive around him or showing submissive behavior will catch his attention. The primal part of him picks up on all of that, so speaking to him without eye contact, or when he approaches slightly lowering your head are things he instantly picks up on.

I also think if you make yourself vulnerable on purpose around him, he'd definitely like that. If you display your belly or neck, like laying down or seeming careless if he gets close are things he would eye closely, since most of the people around him (human or mutant) tend to be extremely cautious.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

Sabretooth wouldn't really be interested in 'making love.' He's a primal mutant. He would want to give in to all of his desires, and he would want whomever he's sleeping with to do the same.

I don't think he would be into someone who challenges his dominance either. He'd take it as an insult and it would trigger his aggression. I don't see him as being a bottom at all, but that's just my opinion. So he wouldn't have any desire to take that position.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

He's going to be pretty selfish, and he absolutely prefers receiving. He loves looking down and seeing you try to take him all in your mouth. It turns him on more knowing you're trying your best but still can't fit all of him. He will tease you and talk dirty the entire time.

"Awe, what's the matter...am I too big for you? Can't fit all of me in that pretty mouth? Don't worry...I'll make it fit."

Prepare for a deepthroat and possible face fuck because he gets a little carried away.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Rough, fast, unforgiving. He might allow you a moment to adjust when he first penetrates you, but he hardly waits long. There is nothing stopping him from going full on wild mode.

He likes to watch you squirm as he pushes deeper and deeper, watching your little hole stretch around him as you whine. He swears he could cum just from listening to you and watching you struggle to fit him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

He can actually cum pretty quick when he knows you're only going to get a few minutes to fuck, so he's down for a quickie, pretty much wherever.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

Absolutely. He loves to experiment, especially if he discovers something he hasn't tried before, he'd want to try it out once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

He has enhanced stamina because of his mutation so...he can go for multiple rounds. His period to recover is practically nonexistent, thanks to that mutation.

He can also last a few minutes to much longer. It just depends, but he does prefer multiple rather than dragging out a single long orgasm.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

He does not have any toys of his own, other than maybe a few BDSM items like rope or impact things. He doesn't care if his partner has any. In his mind, the toys couldn't compare to him so he could care less.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

A lot. Sabretooth is the king of teasing. He can be somewhat selfish, he will deny your orgasm just so when he finally allows you to cum, it feels like a huge wave washing over you rather than just a little jolt of pleasure. He will bring you up to the brink, but never push you over until he's ready for that to happen.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

Sabretooth is loud, when he isn't dirty talking you, he is grunting, groaning, snarling. He makes animalistic noises rather than moaning or whining. He knows you like hearing him, so he will lean down and make those noises against your ear, while telling you how good you feel wrapped around his dick.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

He purrs after he orgasms, he takes a moment to catch his breath and he will purr against you, but he catches himself before he does it for too long and acts like he wasn't.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Sabretooth is a BIG dude. So, obviously his dick is gonna be big. He's definitely a shower, but he grows a bit when erect.

Flaccid, his bulge is already big, so it can look intimidating before you even get his pants off. His ego always flares up when he sees how you look at his crotch.

Erect he looks near impossible to put into you, but somehow he fits. He's anywhere between 7.5-9 inches. He is girthy too, which is really what you feel when he fucks you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

He has a high sex drive, he can fuck anytime, anywhere. He gets horny from hunting, killing, fighting, all of his instincts flare up and it triggers all of the good feelings in his brain.

Sabretooth would want to fuck a lot, he could do it multiple times a day if possible.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Instantly, he likes to chill out after he has sex. A beer or cigar, then he knocks out. He doesn't bother to shower half the time, so he just likes to kick back and relax.

He might take a shower upon request, but he will complain and grumble about it.

If you like to shower after sex, he would let you go on your own while he has his beer or cigar. He's large, so you and him in the shower together would be awkward and cramped, plus he likes to have a few minutes of space afterwards.

If you are wounded, aka clawed up, he will watch you while you sleep for a bit and then he will fall asleep.

His bed is very soft, it's adorned with furs, pelts, and a thin quilt as the comforter, so you tend to fall asleep after cleaning up.

If you lay on him after, he will run his claws along your back lazily, making you shiver. Knowing those claws to maim and mutilate, but they only graze your skin. It's a strangely gentle gesture that you never reject. He does this until he falls asleep.

Thanks for reading. <3

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover picture cropped from X-Men Origins Sabretooth #1 (2009)

[mushynka]

I ordered 3 comics about Victor and im gonna cry... My poor baby boy...my precious boy...

(Yes this is entire package of monster energy drinks in the background lol)

[lysenfeu]

Does anyone still want a Sabretooth x reader Xmas fic even though it's gonna be hella late? 👀 It's like 60% done. I could also just make it a random winter fic and not necessarily Christmas specific...

[wolvertooth]

(X-Men 1.5)

tyler mane CLEARLY saying 'oh baby!' in response.......they know. they fucking know. they KNOWWWWWW release the sabrevine cut.

[maxadecillion]

@isntverynice made such a lovely beautiful ending to wretched and precious and then i had to devil in their ear about a what if bad ending scenario until they finally wrote it <3

anyways void laura with her pops ^_^

[lovemybluebully]

WIP

I'm slowly working away at the new fic. 😋 It's just coming to me in little bursts of inspiration that I quickly am trying to translate into some kind of story while the ideas are fresh. My very long workdays are currently taking up most of my time, but I think I've made decent progress. It's at around 1,600 words so far but I have barely cracked into all the stuff I want to write so I'm predicting that this will probably end up being a long one. Hope you don't mind that. 😆

Oh, and fair warning that it's going to be a little more violent than my fics with Wade if you're bothered by that kind of thing. But this is Victor Creed so it kind of comes with the territory and I do my best to try to keep these guys more true to their characters. As best as I can in a fic that involves tickling anyways. 🤣

Sneak peek below the cut? Yes. Yes, there is. 😏 Hope you like it so far!

"Sounds like someone needs to be taught a lesson. I've got you pretty helpless right now, runt. There's a lot of things I could do to make you suffer. For instance, I could go ahead and just rip your arm right out of its socket....," he yanked a little hard on Jimmy's trapped left arm as proof of his superior position, eliciting an uncomfortable grunt from below.

He grinned as his hand that was holding James by the face against the ground slid down to grasp the back of the neck.

"Hmmm, could always break your neck if I want to make it quick for ya. It all could be over in just a few seconds. How's that sound?"

"If you're going to do somethin' then do it already. I'm not your fucking cat toy," James snarled, always annoyed by these games that Victor liked to play as he would much rather have him just get it all over with, but the other simply chuckled.

"You're right, that would be too easy. And where'd be the fun in that?"

He released his hold on James' head, moving his hand to its next position.

"We should probably take it slow. Prolong your agony. Was just thinking of how easy it would be for me to snap all of your ribs....one...by....one..." 

In a less lethal way of demonstration, he tweaked a few ribs going down James' exposed side, feeling the muscles strangely began to spasm beneath. 

"Ahh! Hey watch it! Get your lousy paws offa me!" James barked in demand as his body flinched from each soft pinch that he received while Victor stared down at him curiously.

He took a moment to pause the torment as he went over in his mind the reaction that his brother had just had. There was no way that he had hurt him doing what he had done. He had barely touched him and yet he seemed quite bothered by it, more so than he would have if Victor had caused him actual pain.

Seeing his brother twitch beneath him like that sent Victor's mind into a state of deja vu and soon some memories from long ago started to resurface. It was at this point that he finally realized what the issue was, unable to contain the devilish grin blooming across his face.

"Hey Jimmy boy..."

[isntverynice]

Post Wretched and Precious ….. 4 years in Haven, around the time the sequel will be

[jubilantpig]

BABE WAKE UP @quakey-writes WROTE SUB DROP VICTOR CREED

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61714768

[hellsbellssinclub]

Rare pair hell: what to write next:

So, some of you may have seen my last poll and I am happy to say that Laura Kinney x Stephanie Brown won 🥇 head onto my AO3 here and you can check out the fic and art written for the pairing and as well for Monet st Croix x Dick Grayson!

Now: onto what to write and draw next! I am making a new little poll to see where the interest is but I have plans for all of the pairings here and a little summary of each fic I am planning so far

Summary for each fic so you know what you will be getting (more or less)

Xterminators smut: four girls in a hot spring together get to really know each other 👀👀🥵🥵 but also feelings

Ace x Tim cute meet: set in the one piece world Tim is a Marine and ends up running into Ace and trouble with slavers. Many explosions 🎇

Bi-Han x Tim: mission fic best thing I can say is presenting someone with a decapitated head is not the best way to start a romantic relationship omg Bi-Han why???🧐🧐❤️

Victor x Tim: slightly aged up female Tim Drake in Europe trying to find evidence of Bruce being lost in time and toxic sex with an older dangerous man while you are mentally spiraling 😈😈

Daken x Jason : two men in a bar, failed sons of men who they call their fathers, dead but alive, came back wrong. Pit madness meets a demon. What could go wrong?🙃

I have plans to write out these fic no matter what. And draw art for them. If you are interested in any just vote on the poll and hit up my ao3 to read anything from my different rare pair hell you may like

[ariadne-karloff]

Things you should read, but not first thing in the morning

"I shouldn't read it", she said, right before clicking on the link, before coffee.

And yes, I'm sharing it like this because everyone needs to read it. Sabes n Wolvie Are NOT related in this fic.

Relationships: Victor Creed & Laura Kinney; Victor Creed/Logan; Victor Creed & Logan; Laura Kinney & Logan

[mushynka]

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 #𝟒

Small Steps, Small Paws🤎🧡

The mansion was still waking up when Victor stirred, shifting beneath the heavy blankets that weighed him down. He blinked sluggishly, his golden eyes glassy with fever, his mind slow to process his surroundings.

Everything felt too warm, yet every time he kicked the blankets off, a shiver clawed up his spine, making his muscles ache. His nose twitched, ticklish irritation building deep inside his sinuses.

“Hh’ihhhtCHHhh!—hhtCHh’uhh!”

The sneezes barely sounded like his usual vicious ones. They were quieter, softer, almost restrained.

- Bless you - came a calm voice from nearby.

Victor sniffled, snout slightly pink, and turned his heavy-lidded gaze to see Xavier seated beside the bed once again, his expression unreadable but undeniably patient.

Victor blinked at him, lips parting slightly as if about to speak, but instead, he simply sniffled again, rubbing the tip of his nose against the blanket as if to soothe the persistent itch.

Xavier exhaled softly. - How are you feeling?

Victor grumbled, a deep, almost petulant sound. His voice, when he finally spoke, was rough and hoarse:

- Like someone skinned me an’ left me out in the cold.

Xavier gave a knowing nod. - That’s the fever talking. You still have a long way to go.

Victor shifted under the blankets, his body tense but strangely pliant, as if too exhausted to be anything else.

Then the sound of heavy boots approached.

- So, he’s still alive.

Logan’s voice carried a sharp edge, and as he stepped into view, arms crossed, his expression was that of a man who wasn’t ready to trust what he was seeing. Scott followed close behind, his mouth set in a disapproving line, his visor reflecting the room’s dim lighting.

Victor tensed, his shoulders rising instinctively as his gaze darkened for a split second, his body still held onto old instincts.

Logan noticed. He smirked. - Heh. Not so sick you can’t glare, huh?

Victor swallowed down a growl, though his nostrils flared slightly, his breath hitching again.

He barely caught the sneezes in time, nose scrunching, breath quivering afterward.

Jubilee giggled from the doorway. - Okay, you guys have to admit that it’s kinda cute.

Logan shot her a look. - Cute? That’s Sabretooth you’re talkin’ about, kid.

Jubilee shrugged dramatically, walking into the room. - Yeah, yeah, but look at him. All sneezy and sniffly. It’s like… I dunno, seeing a lion with a head cold.

Victor huffed weakly, but he was too fevered to argue. His eyes drifted back to Xavier, as if silently asking for something, though he didn’t quite know what.

- Alright - Hank’s deep voice interrupted. - Enough fun at the sick predator’s expense. It’s time for his medicine.

Victor’s nose wrinkled in an immediate look of distaste.

- No.

Hank didn’t even blink. - Yes.

Victor grumbled, shifting under the covers, clearly trying to bury himself deeper as if the blankets could shield him from this.

Jubilee snickered. - Wow. Big bad Sabretooth is scared of a little medicine?

Victor scowled, but his flush deepened whether from fever or embarrassment was anyone’s guess.

- ’M not scared - he rasped. - I just don’t want it. Taste like shit.

- Too bad - Hank said simply, holding up a small measuring cup filled with thick, syrupy liquid. - Because you need it.

Victor glowered, but his body betrayed him with another set of shivers, his body curling slightly inward.

Jubilee, ever the mischief-maker, grinned and held up something small in her palm.

- Hey, furball. If you take your medicine, I’ll give you candy.

Victor blinked at her, fever-dazed and confused. -...Candy?

Jubilee nodded, wiggling her fingers. - Yeah. A piece of caramel. Bet you haven’t had one of these in forever.

Victor’s nose twitched, but his expression remained wary.

- ...I don’t trust you.

Jubilee sighed dramatically. - Geez, you’re so paranoid. - She popped a caramel into her mouth, then held out another one in her open palm, deliberately making it look as non-threatening as possible. - See? Just candy. No tricks.

Victor’s golden eyes narrowed, then flickered to the medicine Hank was still holding. He exhaled sharply through his pink-tinted nostrils, then, with clear reluctance, grabbed the cup, knocked back the medicine in one go, and grimaced hard.

Jubilee giggled. - Okay, okay, good boy.

Victor scowled. - Don’t call me that.

But he still reached out, his large hand tentatively taking the candy from her palm, not snatching, but just barely brushing against her fingers as he did.

Jubilee smirked. - See? That wasn’t so bad.

Victor huffed, the caramel already between his teeth. He chewed slowly, the sticky sweetness clearly catching him off guard. His ears twitched slightly, as if the sensation was foreign but… not unpleasant.

Hank sighed, amused. - Well. I suppose that works as motivation.

Logan, still leaning against the wall, shook his head. - This is ridiculous.

Scott nodded in agreement. - It’s dangerous.

But Xavier, calm as ever, simply placed a gentle hand on Victor’s shoulder. - He’s not a threat right now.

Victor, to everyone’s silent surprise, leaned ever so slightly into the touch.

Not much. Just enough for Xavier to notice.

Jubilee, grinning, whispered - Told you he’s turning into a kitten.

Victor was too fevered and too exhausted to argue. Instead, he closed his eyes, caramel still melting on his tongue, as warmth, not just from the fever, but from something else entirely, settled over him. Voices around him faded into the background. His fevered mind drifted in and out of lucidity, the taste of caramel still lingering on his tongue.

Victor hadn’t been touched with kindness in a long time.

He didn’t know what to do with it.

Hank was methodical, calm, and impossibly patient, acting as though there was nothing unusual about caring for Sabretooth. But then...

Charles.

Victor didn’t react outwardly, but something in his chest twisted. Charles wheeled closer, his expression unreadable, but his presence in Victor’s mind was gentle. Cautious.

Victor, still flushed with fever, sniffled against the lingering congestion in his sinuses. His nose twitched.

Hhh'RSHHhhhuuhh!

He barely turned in time, muffling the sneeze into his blanket.

Charles didn’t comment on it.

Didn’t comment on the mess Victor had become.

Instead, his voice was quiet.

- You’re not used to being cared for, are you?

Victor tensed.

His throat worked. - What the hell kinda question is that?

Charles tilted his head. - An honest one.

Victor scowled. Looked away.

Charles sighed. - Logan doesn’t trust this. Neither does Scott. They have every reason not to.

Victor grunted. - Then why the hell are you here?

- Because you are sick. You are suffering. And no one deserves to be left alone in that.

Victor’s jaw tightened.

Charles studied him, then spoke again, softer this time. - I can sense how much this frightens you.

Victor jerked. - I ain’t scared.

- Not of us - Charles agreed. - But of… this. Vulnerability. Your own body betraying you.

Victor didn’t answer.

Because he didn’t have one.

Charles sighed, voice dipping into something almost paternal. - You don’t have to fight right now, Victor.

Victor swallowed.

Charles waited.

Finally, Victor let out a low, exhausted breath.

- ...I don’t know how.

He hadn’t meant to say it.

But the words were out.

Hanging in the air between them.

Something in Charles’ expression softened.

Slowly, carefully, he reached forward.

Victor flinched, but Charles didn’t pull away.

He only placed a steady, warm hand on Victor’s arm.

It wasn’t much.

But Victor’s chest ached.

Not from illness.

From something else.

Something that, just for this moment, he wasn’t ready to run from.

Victor stirred, the weight of exhaustion pressing heavy on his limbs. His fever still simmered, and every breath scraped against his throat like sandpaper. He shifted slightly, only to be interrupted by a sharp tickle flaring in his sinuses. His nostrils twitched, pink and sensitive from irritation.

Hhh—hrrSCHHhht! Hh’RASSCHhht!! The sneezes burst from him, powerful yet oddly muffled, as if his body didn’t have the strength to put its usual force behind them.

From across the room, Jubilee snorted. - Okay, tell me that wasn’t cute.

Victor growled weakly, sniffling thickly as Hank ever the dedicated doctor, adjusted his glasses and approached the bedside.

- Bless you - Xavier said gently.

Victor only grumbled, blinking bleary golden eyes as Hank pulled on his gloves. - Alright, Victor, let’s have a look at that throat. You were complaining about soreness earlier - he said, his tone professional but kind. - I have a strong suspicion it isn’t faring much better than your sinuses.

Victor barely had time to register what was happening before Hank’s fingers gently pressed under his jaw. He flinched, instinctively baring his fangs in warning, but Hank, ever patient simply waited.

- Open up, please - Hank said smoothly.

Victor huffed through his nose but complied. His mouth parted, and Hank carefully angled a small flashlight toward the back of his throat.

The moment the light hit his inflamed tonsils, Victor grimaced and let out a hoarse, involuntary whine. His claws clenched at the blanket draped over him, and he quickly snapped his mouth shut.

Hank sighed. - Yes, as I suspected, your throat is raw. Likely worsened by the fever and irritation from all that sneezing. - He reached for a bottle of medicine. - This should help soothe it.

Jubilee grinned as she perched on the foot of the bed. - Man, his nose is so pink.

Victor glared at her, but his expression lacked any real menace. Jubilee only giggled, kicking her feet playfully.

From the doorway, Bobby leaned against the frame, arms crossed. - So, what’s the plan now? He’s still burning up like a furnace.

Xavier smiled knowingly. - A warm meal would do him good.

At the mere mention of food, Bobby’s stomach let out a loud growl.

Jubilee burst into laughter. - Oh man, perfect timing.

Victor would’ve mocked the kid if not for the inconvenient twist of hunger gnawing at his own stomach. He hadn’t eaten much, and the fever had sapped whatever energy he had left.

Scott, who had been watching silently, tilted his head. - Yeah, well, I doubt we have any raw meat lying around for him - His tone was laced with sarcasm.

Storm crossed her arms, arching a brow. - Comfort food is what he needs.

Logan let out a low chuckle. - Yeah, and somethin’ tells me his comfort food is a bloody steak.

Victor didn’t react, keeping his expression blank, but Xavier who had been quietly observing, knew better. He could feel the faintest flicker of longing in Victor’s mind, buried deep beneath layers of stubbornness.

With careful precision, Xavier brushed against that thought. It was barely there, a fleeting memory of warmth, a scent that lingered in the back of Victor’s mind.

Cinnamon. Not just cinnamon, cinnamon buns.

Soft, golden, sticky with sugar.

But not plain. No, the ones Victor craved had something extra, a swirl of strawberry jam tucked into the center.

Xavier’s lips curled into a soft smile.

- Oh, my world... - he chuckled - Really, my boy?

Victor stiffened ever so slightly. His eyes flickered toward Xavier, suspicious yet unreadable.

Jubilee leaned in. - What’s the Professor up to?

Xavier simply wheeled his chair closer, his voice light with amusement. - Victor, would you like something sweet?

Victor grunted, looking away. - Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.

Xavier merely chuckled. - Mm. I see... He turned toward Storm - Would you mind assisting me in the kitchen?

Storm smiled knowingly. - Of course, Professor.

Victor closed his eyes, exhaling sharply, but Xavier didn’t miss the way his ears twitched ever so slightly at the sound of footsteps leaving for the kitchen.

Even in his fevered state, some part of him was listening.

Waiting.

Wanting.

The scent hit him first.

Warm, rich cinnamon, thick in the air, blending with the sugary warmth of freshly baked dough. Even through the fog of congestion and fever, Victor’s nose twitched, nostrils flaring slightly.

Jubilee, who had been watching him like a hawk, smirked. - Oh-ho, he smells it.

Storm, who had just walked in with a tray, gave a small, amused smile and set the tray down on the small table beside Victor’s bed. The scent intensified, and Victor’s stomach betrayed him with a faint rumble.

Bobby smirked - Hah! Busted.

Victor ignored him, his eyes flicking to the plate as Xavier lifted it with a small, knowing smile. The golden-brown pastries were still warm, their sugary glaze glistening slightly. And just barely, peeking through the swirled layers, was the telltale deep red of strawberry jam. Victor’s fingers twitched.

Jubilee tilted her head. - Whoa, wait a minute—hold on. Did he actually want this?!

Xavier’s smile deepened. - One could say I had an educated guess.

Victor said nothing, but the way his eyes lingered on the plate was all the confirmation they needed.

Hank stepped forward, adjusting his glasses. - Given his throat condition, I’d recommend something warm and easy to eat. This is actually good. But don't feed him too much sugar tho.

Jubilee nudged Victor playfully. - Well, go on, big guy.

But then Xavier simply lifted one of the buns, tore it in half, and extended it toward him. - Allow me.

Victor stared at him.

Logan, from his spot in the doorway, let out a sharp laugh. - Oh, you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.

Victor ignored him. He ignored all of them.

Instead, he exhaled quietly, then, with slow, deliberate reluctance, leaned in and took a bite. The warmth, the cinnamon, the gentle sweetness of the jam, it all melted into his mouth, familiar and comforting in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

Xavier’s eyes softened. - There we are.

Victor chewed slowly, his fevered body sagging just slightly, and for the first time in a long while, he let himself be taken care of, barely noticing the room around him anymore. The cinnamon bun sat warm in his stomach, his fever making the heat of it all the more comforting. His eyelids felt heavy, his body sluggish, but he still finished the pastry, licking a bit of jam off his finger absentmindedly.

Xavier, ever patient, simply reached for a napkin and gently dabbed a crumb from Sabretooth’s chin.

- There now - he said softly. - That wasn’t so terrible, was it?

Victor grunted. - Not the worst thing I’ve been through.

Creed had never thought much about Professor’s voice before. But in his fevered haze, he realized it had a quality that was almost… soothing. There was patience in it. The kind of patience he had never really been on the receiving end of before.

It made his instincts stir in a strange way. Not fight-or-flight. Not aggression. Just… something else. Something unfamiliar. A quiet huff escaped him before he could stop it. Xavier chuckled. - I’d say that’s a sign of contentment.

Victor muttered something under his breath. Logan, still leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, snorted. - Purring like a housecat. That’s rich.

Sabretooth grumbled, but Xavier merely gave his shoulder a reassuring pat. He wasn’t used to this. The warmth, the quiet reassurances, the way someone was touching him without any hint of malice.

The professor’s voice was so smooth, so steady, that Victor found himself leaning into it before he even realized what he was doing. Xavier, ever patient, simply let it happen. As Creed's body sagged slightly against the pillows, he felt Charle's fingers lightly graze his forehead, just the softest touch, smoothing back a few strands of hair damp with fever sweat.

Victor exhaled slowly.

The low rumbling in his chest never quite stopped.

Thank you for reading another part of my fic. Here you'll find the previous one:

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Also I was trying to made a cute dividers like people do and I want them to make cinamonn buns pattern. Hoping it looks right 😅

[yippekia]

I wrote a wolvertooth fic! Its still in progress, but this first chapter works as a stand alone too. Its A/B/O , set inbetween wolverine origin 1 and 2, just with added sabretooth.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62381470/chapters/159625054

[wolvertooth]

fanlore.org hasnt made a page for them yet..(*stares @ my massive archive of fanart + fanfic links*)

[aces-to-apples]

"cat-scratch"🔒

He picks up the kid in some shithole town in northern Alberta.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandoms: X-Men Origins: Wolverine, X-Men (2000) Relationship: Victor Creed & Rogue Characters: Victor Creed, Rogue (X-Men), Charles Xavier, Ororo Munroe, Scott Summers Additional Tags: Amnesia, Amnesiac Victor Creed, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Roleswap, Big Brother Victor Creed, Why Don't You Have A Few Adamantium Bullets To The Brain And Maybe You'll Calm Down Words: 4,372

[lovemybluebully]

Just a small update. 😊 I'm still slowly getting this fic written and it may take longer than usual for me to finish it. Writer's block has been hitting me kind of hard, though I'm still managing to write a little here and there as it comes to me. I don't want to rush it either. I'd like to make it something that you'll hopefully find worth reading. 💗 I'm having fun writing Victor though. He is being such a little shit to his poor brother, Jimmy. 😆 I hope some of you will still be around to read it by the time I finally get it finished and posted.

[isntverynice]

My origins horror rewrite is really for me and like one other person however I love talking about it during my breaks in writing it. Anyway movie inspo to the rewrite be upon ye.