#x men universe

[bumblesimagines]

For Life

Request: Yes or No

Summary: The Wolverine was unmatched in the fighting ring, until a new face arrived and turned his life upside down.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical X-Men Warnings, lots of blood mentions, violence/fighting, both fluff and angst, Logan being as whipped as he was for Jean with (Y/N), age gap cause Logan is super fucking old lmao, more so snippets/a concept over a full fledged fic.

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Wolverines generally avoid humans in the wild but are known to be particularly aggressive and even dangerous when cornered or provoked, prompting them to put those sharp canines and claws to work. Wolverines are known for their incredible strength and stamina, but mostly for their infamous ferocity. Despite their reputation as ill-tempered loners, wolverines are known to be social with others and will form lifelong relationships with their mates.

It'd been a cold evening in Laughlin City and most of the bar's patrons had shuffled into the establishment with their faces nearly hidden behind hoods and scarves as they scrambled to get out of the snow and chilling winds. The occasional gust of wind blowing in whenever the door opened left patrons simultaneously groaning in complaint but the heater emitting warm air kept their grumbling and huffing to a minimum. The nipping cold had soured many moods, and Logan could see many men itching to forget about the cold with an adrenaline-pumping fight. He was just eager to make an easy buck.

He braced an arm against one of the cage's support beams and watched with a hint of a smirk as his latest opponent staggered out of the cage, his buddies narrowly catching him before he could plummet onto the hardwood floor and further batter his face. The locals eyed him with a certain disdain, certain suspicion, but he put up good enough entertainment for them to tolerate him. He sniffed, hardly phased by the punches he'd taken during the fight, and nodded to the referee. 

"Does anyone else dare-" 

"I'll have a go." 

Logan immediately craned his head to eye the voice's owner, foreign and new to Laughlin City. He'd been participating in cage fights long enough to begin memorizing the locals, and the fresh face staring back at him was an utter stranger. Passing by Laughlin City, Logan assumed, but he lacked the particular smell of gas, car air freshener, and look of exhaustion to be a trucker like most of the patrons taking up seats around them. He observed him, taking in every inch of his new opponent as he rounded the cage. He seemed young, but then again, so did Logan. 

"Name's (Y/N)." He said, staring Logan in the eyes as he shed his jacket and shirt. Someone nearby took both articles of clothing for him, likely eager to see what he'd do, or how he'd go down. Logan had managed to break two noses and chip a few teeth already, one could only wonder what he'd do next. "Nice to meet you, Wolverine."

Logan simply grunted and pushed himself off the support beam, rolling his neck and curling his fingers into tight fists. (Y/N) grinned at him, almost arrogantly, but not with the usual cockiness of a man who thought himself the toughest guy in Alberta. He appeared... too calm for Logan's liking, but once the referee stepped out of the cage and closed the door, he decided to focus on beating his face in instead. 

They circled each other first, eyes raking over the other from head to toe in search of a weakness to exploit, of a twitch that'd give away their next move. Logan could hear the muttering of the crowd, the impatient tap of fingers and boots, and the intensity in their stares. His eyes flickered away briefly, and he immediately cursed his mistake when (Y/N) lunged. Despite a part of him urging him to dodge or block, he remained still, expecting (Y/N)'s knuckles to break upon impact but instead, his fist connected effectively with Logan's jaw and he nearly stumbled onto the floor.

Managing to catch himself as scattered gasps echoed from the crowd, Logan grazed his fingers over his aching jaw and raised his head to look at the man. Mutant. No human had ever taken a swing at him without immediately spraining or breaking something, let alone been able to make his head turn with a punch. The corner of his lips twitched up into a smirk and the crowd erupted into cheers, primarily egging (Y/N) on to beat him to a pulp; Logan wanted to see him try.

The ache in his jaw faded swiftly, just in time for Logan to take a swing at (Y/N) and see how much he could tank. (Y/N) dodged his quick swings efficiently, taking steps back each time before he caught Logan's forearm and swiftly spun, his back pressing to Logan's chest before Logan was promptly hauled over his body. He collided with the floor, the cage trembling as if an earthquake had struck, and Logan doubted it'd be able to take the weight of his body a second time without damage. (Y/N) flashed another little grin down at him but instead of taking advantage of his momentary shock, he took a step back and allowed him to get up. 

A professionally trained mutant, Logan deduced when he got to his feet, intriguing. And worrisome. He hardly needed a group of mutants on his ass begging him to join them. 

"You ready to give up your title of champion, big guy?" (Y/N) questioned with a hint of a mocking coo, his words rowdying up the same crowd who'd turn on him if they learned of his mutant abilities, although Logan guessed they likely already suspected and merely wanted to see him hurt for a change. Challenging in his tone but his eyes studied Logan with a degree of curiosity he typically never saw in others.

"We're just gettin' started, bud."

"Even better."

Everything afterward felt like a whirlwind of punching, kicking, dodging, and blocking; Logan's favorite sort of dance, and one that'd hopefully end with some cash in his pocket and a well-deserved cigar. He managed to maneuver (Y/N) around, his arm coiling around his neck to put him in a headlock most wouldn't survive. (Y/N) pressed back against him, forcing them to stumble backward until Logan's back collided with the cage's wall that miraculously managed to stay put without giving out on them both. Logan released a guttural groan when (Y/N)'s short blunt nails dug into his skin, leaving bright red marks behind with specks of blood that only made him tighten his hold.

"Anything goes, right?" (Y/N) wheezed, his palm pressing against Logan's arm, a chill shooting down Logan's spine when it slowly moved on its own and gave him enough space to catch his breath without the pressure on his throat. 

"The hell-"

Straightening his knees and tossing his head back into Logan's face, Logan cursed and released him fully to bring a hand to his nose. He covered it, waiting for it to heal without catching the eye of the people around but (Y/N) gave him no time to recover. He spun on his heel and took another swing at him, bringing his knee up into Logan's stomach when he doubled over and then slamming the bottom of his boot into the side of his face. His head slammed against a support beam and he groaned, the aches and pains healing rapidly but before he could stand up, he realized his body refused to follow his wishes. 

"Giving up yet, big guy?" (Y/N) asked with a tilt of his head, eyes glinting with newfound warning. "We'll be here all night at this rate."

Logan swallowed, a hint of panic surging forward at his inability to move and the mystery surrounding the powers being used against him. Some sort of mental ability, he guessed, but whatever it was he disliked it tenfold. Logan grinded his teeth in frustration and begrudgingly nodded. "Fine," He grunted and sighed in relief when (Y/N) released whatever hold he had on him, allowing his body to relax and slump.

While, yes, losing a fight was a bruise to his pride, Logan found himself more intrigued by the fellow mutant, if not more cautious. With the sky darkening outside, Logan retreated from the cage to collect his belongings and ordered some beer while he watched (Y/N) at the other end of the bar. Once the bartender placed the beer down, he scooped it up in his hand and rounded the bar toward him, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the men who clapped (Y/N) on the shoulder as if he'd done everyone a service. He waited, though, for everyone to be out of earshot. 

"How'd you do it?" Logan questioned quietly, chugging back some beer and smacking his lips as it flowed down his throat. (Y/N) fiddled with the zipper of his jacket, sparing him an amused glance and an arched brow. "The whole- the whole body thing. What is it? Some sort of telekinesis?"

"How about you walk me to my motel and I'll tell you all about it?" (Y/N) grinned again, eyes crinkling despite the way they'd been going at each other moments prior, and he turned toward the exit with a beckoning nod. Reaching into his pocket, Logan jingled the keys to his old, busted RV and watched his grin widen.

Out in the cold night, semi-trucks passed them by on the icy roads beside the snow-tipped bar. (Y/N) tugged his hoodie over his head, keeping it on when he sat in the passenger seat and relished the light heat that filled the RV once Logan turned it on. Logan glanced at him, eyeing his light attire once more but keeping his questions to himself despite curiosity knawing at him insistently. He kept his eyes on the road, careful to avoid going at a speed that'd have them sliding into the forest around them. 

"It's not telekinesis." (Y/N) muttered, reaching out and fiddling with the radio dials until he found a decent station. "I.. I controlled your blood. It's not as, uh, clean and pretty as telepathy or telekinesis but it's pretty useful in most cases. I can sense when someone's sick, too, or even help with cuts and infections. I'd make a pretty decent surgeon, honestly." He gave a small chuckle.

Logan snorted, though some unease settled in the pit of his stomach. "Yeah? How'd you figure out you had it?" Logan glanced at him again and immediately noticed the way his features fell. 

"It's not a pretty story." He sighed softly, his head tilting to watch the trees and snow pass them by in a mixed blur. "Let's just say, some of my blood got out of my body and I panicked.. and it started levitating... anyways, enough about me, big guy. What's your thing? It can't just be that super-healing thing, right?" 

Pursing his lips, Logan clutched the wheel with one hand and curled the other one into a fist. From the corner of his eye, he watched his claws slide out and then swallowed when (Y/N)'s features brightened. Gentle fingers wrapped around his hand and Logan retracted the claws, an unfamiliar feeling swirling in his stomach as he felt (Y/N) run his fingertips over his skin, tracing his knuckles and then the veins along the back of his hand. It'd been a while since he last left a gentle touch, and a quiet part in the back of his mind almost considered him unworthy of it. 

"My name's Logan." He grunted softly, the typical tension he always carried fading with each delicate caress.

"Well, Logan," (Y/N) lifted his head with a cheeky smile on his face, his thumb pressing into one of the veins and drawing Logan's eyes toward him. "You mind keeping me company tonight? Or do you have someone you have to get back to?"

"No," Logan's lips tugged upward. "I've got time." 

The motel was as rundown as Logan expected, dimly lit hallways occasionally plunging into darkness when the light flickered above them, and the curiosity surged forward again, prodding him to question where the mutant had come from or why he'd chosen Laughlin City of all places to stay in. But (Y/N) gave him no time to dwell further on it, the back of his foot kicking the door shut behind them before his hands grasped the collar of Logan's coat and pulled him in. 

There was a dangerous addictiveness and allure to (Y/N), from the way he effortlessly danced the line between sweet and rough: a kiss full of tongues and teeth and nips but smoothed over by gentle fingers massaging the muscle of his biceps when Logan slid his coat off, only for those same fingers to slip through his brown strands and tug. It triggered something within Logan, a growl emitting from his throat as broad hands grasped at the other's hips and drew a breathless laugh from (Y/N). 

As much as he enjoyed considering himself a lone wolf, the brief connection with others during one-night stands always reminded him he was still partly human, even when others considered him a savage brute. He savored it, savored when he had (Y/N) on his lap, his chest rising and falling with heaves and lips parted to release low grunts and groans. He savored the feeling of (Y/N)'s arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely, his breath fanning against his ear and allowing Logan to hear every noise he exhaled. He savored the ability to dig his fingers into soft flesh without worry, or sink his teeth into (Y/N)'s collarbone and feel the mark heal beneath his lips. He mostly savored the addictive warmth encircling him and the pleasure that made his thighs tremble. 

His arms tightened around (Y/N), pressing him close to his chest, and captured his lips to swallow another whine. For the first time in who knows how long, he found himself hoping he'd see more of (Y/N) around. 

But after a few days, the mutant disappeared from Alberta, and a week later Logan took a girl by the name of Rogue under his wing. 

"You may see another familiar face here." 

Logan turned his attention away from the mutant children, trying to ignore the way his heart warmed at the sight of them living happy lives without the threat of danger from those who despised them for simply existing. He searched the outer yard for any sign of Marie, but he assumed she was likely still getting acclimated to her new home at the school, and finally peered down at Charles questioningly. Charles smiled knowingly and motioned off to the side. 

"While I prefer having (Y/N) here for his safety, he enjoys venturing out to help others. I hear you two became acquainted while he was away." Charles spoke, and without thinking twice, Logan's head snapped in the direction he'd pointed in, his heart leaping into his throat at the sight of (Y/N) walking toward him with that godforsaken grin that'd plagued Logan's thoughts and dreams for weeks. "(Y/N) has called this school home for many years, and he often helps with the more severe injuries. I'll allow you two a moment to... catch up." 

(Y/N) nodded to Charles as they walked past each other before stopping in front of Logan and crossing his arms over his chest, his head tilting playfully to the side and eyes drinking him in. "It's nice seeing you again, Logan." He stepped closer, eyes lifting to meet his once more. "Here I was thinking about taking a drive back to Alberta. Guess you must've read my mind." 

"Pretty sure that's Charles's thing," Logan replied, pressing this thumb into (Y/N)'s chin and curling the rest of his fingers under it. He had to, otherwise he would've convinced himself he was imagining things, that the mutant who'd managed to make him laugh and smile was still miles away someplace else. "What were you doin' in Alberta?"

"I heard rumors and whispers about a man down in Laughlin City and thought I'd see what all the fuss was about. I would've asked you to come back with me but.. that didn't seem like the type of pillow talk you'd appreciate." He explained softly, leaning into Logan's touch and closing his eyes briefly when Logan pressed his palm fully against his cheek, still caught in the fleeting worry he'd wake up and find himself on the side of the icy road with Marie nowhere in sight. "You're here now, though." His eyes opened. "Are you staying?" 

"I don't-"

"Oh, come on," (Y/N) scoffed lightly, warmly, and moved in even closer. "It's nice here, Logan. I can finish showing you around and we'll find something for you to do. The food's good, the rooms are nice, and it's... freshening to hear the laughter of kids finally being happy. You'd make a helluva teacher, I bet. Everyone's favorite." His genuine tone shifted into a teasing one, laughing softly when Logan rolled his eyes. 

Lifting his brows, Logan smirked and brought him close, itching to close the distance despite a heated voice in his head telling him he didn't deserve the warmth and acceptance. "We can start and end the tour in the dorms-"

"Only if you promise to stay." (Y/N) cooed, tilting his head away to dodge a kiss but he allowed himself to be tugged into an embrace. His arms curled around Logan's shoulders, lips drawing back into a wide smile before he planted a kiss on the corner of Logan's lips. "If you stay, we can finish what we started... and see where it goes." 

Logan leaned back, his brows twitching down into a furrow but (Y/N)'s grip around his shoulders tightened, forcing him to stay and not flee from his words. He swallowed, conflicted in the way his brain and heart battled. Half of him screamed at him to leave, to go before he could mess everything up but another part desperately clung to the idea of staying and finally having a place to call home, finally having a person to call home. 

He noted the flicker of uncertainty in (Y/N)'s features following his silence, felt him beginning to draw back from the embrace. Logan secured his arms around him and allowed a ghost of a smile to slip. "Yeah," He murmured, weakly at first. "I'd like that."

Truthfully, Logan hadn't been fully listening to what Scott- or well, what Cyclops had spoken about in the briefing about their latest mission. He'd heard the usual 'group of anti-mutants' and promptly tuned out afterward in favor of soaking in how (Y/N) looked in the dark suit, though noted somewhat glumly how it didn't allow him to wear the engagement ring. His staring hadn't gone unnoticed given the amused glances Jean stole and the exasperated exhale from Cyclops before they were dropped near the location of the warehouse. 

"Good luck, Lo." (Y/N) whispered to him, planting a kiss on his cheek and dragging his fingers over Logan's beard with a mischievous glint in his pretty (E/C) eyes.

They'd separated pretty soon after, splitting up to cover more ground given the amount of people working with the group. It hadn't taken long at all for the fighting to begin, and despite Cyclops pushing for them to use as little force as possible, Logan couldn't help bruising and cutting a few people up. He managed to knock out a gunman when he heard the distinctive clap of thunder. Amusement had him cracking a grin followed by pity toward whichever fool dared face against Storm, but then he heard her shriek:

"(Y/N)!" 

Too high-pitched, loud, and full of horror for Logan to brush aside as a warning call. His footsteps thundered throughout the halls as he moved, shoving and swinging his claws at anyone who stood in his way until he stumbled upon the sight, eyes immediately finding (Y/N) on his knees with Storm beside him. Logan beelined toward them, dropping into a crouch and promptly feeling a wave of nausea pass over him at the sight of (Y/N) blood-stained hands grasping desperately at his throat. 

"They-" Storm swallowed thickly, her chest rising and falling with panic. "They shot him. He- He can't heal with the bullet-" 

"Darlin'," Logan exhaled shakily, pulling him swiftly into his arms and attempting to keep his composure despite the wheezy exhales and gurgles filling his ears. Blood spread across his throat, blobs of it levitating only to lose their perfectly round form and fall onto the floor with splatters each time (Y/N) grimaced. "I know it hurts but you have to focus on gettin' the bullet out. Baby, hey, focus."

(Y/N) stared up at him, wide eyes filling with tears and shoulders shaking with his hiccups and trembles. The red tint of blood on his lips filled Logan with a familiar sense of dread, his arms holding him tighter so (Y/N) wouldn't feel him trembling as well. He watched the blood oozing out of the wound rise, oddly shaped and raised while he worked on shoving the lodged bullet out of his throat before he choked to death on the very thing he could control. He wheezed and coughed occasionally, droplets of blood flinging onto Logan's cheek and coloring his beard but he paid it no mind.

Storm fiddled with her earpiece, stuttering out explanations to Jean and Cyclops and urging them to move quicker. Logan thumbed away the tears that slipped down his (S/C) skin, forcing himself to give encouraging nods and smiles despite the hurricane threatening to break within his chest.

(Y/N) tilted his chin up toward him and Logan swooped in eagerly, kissing him despite the blood that danced on his tongue afterward. He heard the familiar clatter of metal falling onto the floor and leaned back, eyes flickering around frantically until he spotted the bloody bullet rolling around beside them. 

"Hey, hey, you did it. You-"

Storm exhaled shakily. "Logan."

Logan's head snapped back toward (Y/N)'s face, first noticing the dullness in his eyes and then the way blood continued freely oozing from the wound. He stared at him, his mind struggling to comprehend the limpness in (Y/N)'s body and the stillness of his chest, the world around him slowly coming to a standstill. Storm's sniffling cries and the frantic questions from Jean and Cyclops as they finally arrived became distant, unable to focus on anything but (Y/N). 

"Hey..." Logan exhaled, cupping his cheek as his brows furrowed into a tight-knit. "Hey, hey, hey, you- you can't do this." He furiously blinked away the tears that glazed over his vision, rubbing his thumb into (Y/N)'s cheek and waiting for him to nuzzle into his touch as he always did, but it never came. "You can't do this. You can't-" Logan cradled his body against his chest, burying his face into his collarbone as he'd done dozens of times before. (Y/N) remained unresponsive, his arms falling limply at his sides from Logan's movements. 

"You can't do this to me. You promised you'd never leave."

[writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink]

Obsessed with how wolverine calls storm darling and teaching her how to shoot 😍 I love them

Via x men issue #187

[theautismcorner]

If anyone wants/needs an X-Men movie timeline I made one. It’s as accurate as I could make it lol

[i-like-superheros]

Wade Wilson was him before he got powers.

[rafasbiscuits]

Would you believe me if these quotes are cherik canon?

Here's Erik when he talked about Charles in the X-Men '97 cartoon:

“Charles Xavier was the finest man I knew.” X-Men '97 s1 e1

“He did that smile of his, that annoying secret smile.” forgot the ep

And

“Back when we were friends, I would always sense Charles in my mind. Not invading, more a presence. I was in his thoughts and he in mine- I told myself I needed this (helmet) to protect myself from his psychic powers.”

Rogue replied to that^^, “But you were worried if you still felt how much he loved you, you wouldn't be able to go through with your crusade.” X-Men '97 s1 e2

Here's Charles talking about Erik:

When he was asked to wipe his memories off of everything he did, about his life on Earth.

Charles said, “you know, I have a very old and very dear friend on Earth who would agree with you. His name is Magnus (Erik), and I wish to remember him.” X-Men '97 s1 e6 like are you kidding me old man? You were asked for all of your memories on Earth to be wiped off, your students, your school, your X-Men, your hopes and dreams and everything you achieved but the one thing you chose to really remember is your "old friend", Erik Magnus Lehnsherr. Seriously???

And here's the most non-hetero line by Charles ever, well one of them (cause there's plenty)

“In order to save the world, we must not lose him.” because Erik means the world to Charles. X-Men '97 s1 e10

[velvet4510]

Charles and Erik’s first meeting is an Absolute Point. In every universe in which they both were born.

There, I said it.

[alcanceress]

i really have questions for Matthew Vaughn and the x men first class

if he didn't really intend to make charles and eric lovers, then he has problems with male friendship. because this movie turned out to be more gay than a fucking brokeback mountain

[scarecrow-collective]

... Nightcrawler cat mood board? With glow in the dark??

- 🍒

Kitty<33

[louiejoyce]

60 years since X-Men issue 1 hit newsstands! 😱The beginning of my absolute fave (and let’s be honest, the best) stories and characters in cape comics! ❤️❌❤️

www.louiejoyce.com

[kittyblushed]

Thinking about writing an X-Men universe inspired BG3 fic with Shadowzel as the main focus..

Any ideas on the mutations the characters should have? Pls give them to me!!

I think vampire Astarion and werewolf Shadowheart will stay as their mutation tho! :3

Withers will prob be the professor hmm..

[comicexpertt]

Look at Wolverine's support for the two. I love having him with them. Wolverine has suffered a lot, and he is no longer Cyclops, but Rogue's old friend should be on his team.

I like to see him so happy and playful

Uncanny X-Men 2024 #1

[kamamo1]

Rogue of the X-Men

Hey. Remember me? AH'M ROGUE! Ah'm an X-Man. This is mah house. And you're trespassin'. SO AH'M GIVIN' YOU THE BOOT!

[writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink]

Speaking of x men 97 ooooo Charles when I catch you Charles what you did to magneto was unforgivable especially considering he was fully justified in what he did and no don't come to my comments to defend Charles I know why he did what he did but still it is beyond a violation like it's truly unforgivable and to do that in front of rogue is wild especially after genosha and you know what wolverine to because like why would u go after magneto of all people you need to be banned from magneto fights for life cause what did u think was gonna happen

[figures4fun]

Deadpool always tries to make friends

[alexistalkscomics]

Exceptional X-Men is the Kitty Pryde book that we need and deserve.

After more than 40 years since she first appeared in the classic Dark Phoenix Saga by Chris Claremont and John Byrne and decades of her queerness being relegated to subtext that was occasionally problematic or just outright erased by both Marvel’s editorial and writers who never outgrew their boyhood crushes on her (looking at you Whedon),…

…Kitty Pryde is now finally able to be explicitly bi and date a woman.

As a longtime fan of Kitty, I was cautiously excited when Eve Ewing and Carmen Carnero’s Exceptional X-Men was announced this year. The reasoning behind my cautious excitement was because whilst I was glad to see that Kitty would be having a prominent role in From The Ashes after being sidelined for much of Fall of X, I was also concerned that Kitty would once again have her bisexuality erased and some concept art that was shown with the announcement of the series lacked her Magen David which made me worried that her Jewishness would also be downplayed or erased.

Whilst it’s been a recurring piece of subtext and a source of speculation by fans for much of her history, Kitty’s bisexuality was only officially acknowledged and canonised for the first time in 2020’s Marauders #12, written and drawn by Gerry Duggan and Matteo Lolli, when Kitty was shown kissing a female tattoo artist in the aftermath of her resurrection.

Despite much rejoicing from fans that an important aspect of her character that had long been erased seemed to be finally be getting acknowledged, that rejoicing quickly turned to disillusionment and a feeling of betrayal when it became clear that at least for the duration of the Krakoan Era, Kitty’s queerness was never going to amount to anything more than a single kiss with a nameless woman and one line that specified that she seemingly has different tastes in men and women.

So after all of that, I’m sure that you can understand why I wasn’t initially too hopeful in regards to how Exceptional was going to be approaching the next stage in Kitty’s development.

But upon reading the first issue of Exceptional X-Men, I was pleasantly surprised when Kitty could be seen wearing her Magen David and referred to the date that she was intending to meet with she/her pronouns. Perhaps, this was finally going to be the Kitty Pryde book that I’ve been longing to read for years.

Thankfully, my hopes of finally having a Kitty Pryde book where she can finally unapologetically be the bisexual Jewish woman that Claremont intended her to be have been realised:

In issue 2 of Exceptional X-Men, Kitty is shown finally getting to meet her date who we learn is a woman called Nina.

Even though I personally identify as a trans-het woman, Kitty Pryde has long been a role model for me as a representation of a strong and proud queer Jewish woman so finally getting to see my favourite X-Men character be explicitly queer feels so overdue after decades of being treated as the embodiment of a disturbing adolescent cartoon crush by cishet male writers (read Warren Ellis’ Excalibur to see what I’m talking about).

And even though Exceptional has yet to touch on Kitty’s Jewishness in any meaningful way, I have faith that Ewing will treat that part of Kitty with the respect and importance it deserves but rarely receives from other writers.

[vikingstoner69]

Fandom: X-men

Pairing:Victor creed/reader

Rating:smut

Summary: the last time you and Victor were together he took you as his mate then you left in the middle of the night. Now he is back to bring you back

You sigh when you enter your one bedroom apartment to see the man you had been avoiding for months, looks like he was done playing.

You put your things away and walk over to the fridge an grab a water then you lean against the counter and look at him, gray eyes meeting brown.

"Took you longer to find me then I thought" you say keeping space between you two. Everytime you both end up in a place alone long enough and you end up naked with him fuckimg you hard.

"I knew you were here all along kitten" he chuckles and you clench your teeth.

"Why are you here Victor?" You snap trying to hide how disappointed you were at not being very well hidden. Victor pushes off the wall and takes a step closer and you growl lowly hoping it would stop him.

"Cute" he chuckles and before you know it you're boxed in with the counter behind you and you're forced to look up at him. As his scent clouds your mind he reaches out and lightly strokes your face before grabbing your throat and molding his body to yours.

"Vic-" his snarls stop any words from coming out. And you look up at him, his body is hard against yours. And you feel your heart speed up and your cunt throb and you know he can hear and smell how he affects you.

"Enough is enough kitten. It's time for you to stop being so fucking stubborn, your coming back with me" he growls an you take a deep breath an sigh.

"Victor It's not a good idea" you sigh, your hand slowly runs up his arm and you bite your lip as you feel his hand slid down from your throat to your breast and down to your hip. You look up at him as yours hands meet behind his head playing with his hair and he chuckles as he kisses your neck and you shiver.

"Kitten" he growls in warning as you try to pull away. Victor runs his tongue over his mate mark and you moan. "Your mine" he growls in your ear.

"You're not fighting fair" you moan as shocks of pleasure run through your body. Victor chuckles and picks you up, placing you on the counter and he forces his way between your legs and you look up at him.

"I never do" he chuckles before crashing his lips to yours and you moan and cling to him, you lose the will to fight him.

Victor growls when your nails go down his chest shredding his shirt leaving little drops of blood behind. You moan as he rips your shirt off your mouth, never breaking as you both rips your clothes off till he is just in his jeans and you are naked.

"Victor more" you moan, you hear him chuckle and drop to his knees in front of you and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the sight.

"Oh kitten I plan on fucking you till you can't move but first I need a snack" he growls licking his lips at the thoughts of you he was having. Victor spreads your legs wide and buries his face in your dripping cunt and he sucks your clit making you cry out and your hands go into his hair.

"Fuck yes! Victor oh fuck!" You cry out and rock your hips on his tongue and mouth and he groans when you pull his hair riding his nose. Victor shoves his tongue as deep as he could and fucked you with it. You could feel yourself getting closer to coming but before he could reach your end he pulls away making you whine and try to hold him to you. Victor chuckles and licks his lips looking up at you.

"Not yet, you wanna cum? You gotta earn it" he says huskly and you whine as your climax goes away. You growl and stand up on shaky legs and place a hand on Victor's chest and push him back to the big chair in the room and he sits down and you straddle him. One of Victor's hands strokes your throat and the other goes to your hip the tip of his claws prick your ass check making you shiver.

"Maybe I don't want to earn it, maybe I'll just get myself off and make you watch" you smirk and roll your hips on his Jean covered cock. Victor's hand tightens around your throat and you moan.

"Let's put that fucking mouth of yours to better use" he growls while using his hold to push you down were your knees are resting on the floor and you look up at him as he traces your lip and pushes his finger into your mouth.

"Suck" he growls the command and you do as he says and start to suck his finger as you undo his pants and pull out his hard cock. You lock eyes with him as you suck and tongue his finger and he groans as you slowly stroke him. Victor pulls his finger out of your mouth and you lean down and lick him from balls to tip before sucking his head in your mouth and you moan as his taste hits your tongue and you suck hard. Victor grabs your hair as you suck him hard and deep.

"Fuck" he growls, Victor's head falls back as you suck him. You moan as he holds your head and fucks your throat making you gag and you look up at him. Victor pulls you off his cock and you whine as he grabs you from the floor and carries you to your bed. You look up at him and he hovers over you fitting between your legs and laying over you making you feel safe. You lean up and kiss him deeply, moaning in his mouth when he grinds into you.

"Fuck me Victor please" you beg making him chuckle. Victor slowly rubs your clit feeling how wet you are.

"Look how wet I got you" he chuckles, lining up his cock. Victor slams in making you cry out and claws his back as your back arches in pleasure.

"Oh fuck Victor harder" you beg and he chuclkes becoming rougher with you.

"Tell me who you belong to?" He growls slamming into you at a hard and fast past, the headboard smacking the wall.

"You do! Fuck! I belong to you" you cry out feeling closer to cumming. You rush up and kiss him biting his lip hard and he growls at the taste of his blood. You flip him over so you are on top and you slam down taking him even deeper then before and you cry out your head falling back.

"Fuck! Ride me" he growls his hands grabbing your ass in both hands. Victor's eyes never leave your body as you bounce on his cock.

"Oh! You're in so deep!" You moan, filling so full. You moan riding him as you grab his hands and run them up your body to your breasts. Victor leans up and sucks your nipple into his hot mouth. You moan and your fingers go into his hair and you grind down harder making him growl and flip you back over.

"Your time on top is done kitten, now scarem for me" he growls in your ear as he pounds into you at a new angle and speed and you see stars as you cum hard.

"VICTOR!" You scarem your claws digging down his back drawing blood as you cum and he snarls pulling your head back showing your throat and he bites your mate mark as he cums deep inside you. You sigh sleepily as you feel him lick the blood from your neck as he slowly pulls out and groans as he watches your mixed cum ooz out of you.

"Get some rest you're gonna need for later" he smirks as you roll over and lay your head on his chest, your eyes closing as sleep takes you.