#victor creed imagine

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Speak in Flowers

Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

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)

All my knowledge about the flowers I found on this link

Enjoy this little fluff piece!

Victor Creed (SABERTOOTH)

PINK CAMELLIA: Longing for you

Victor lives his long life with little to no memories, as most are filled with shocking trauma and events. As years passed and you met him, he was emotionally stunned, fearing what to say and show. The relationship was blooming and bubbling into a fresh memory Victor did not want to miss, but his life did not build him that way. Books helped a lot to him, for him to communicate in ways he needed to express to you his love, his devotion, and his happiness.

You keep every single post-it note, notes in your books, phone, and bathroom mirror he has left. Victor wished to show more of himself in small ways. And therefore, he went for a long walk around the city trying to find a token he could present to you with pride. And then he stopped in front of a flower shop, not looking at all the roses it had on display but at the daintiest petals—pink Camellia. An older lady approaches him, saying.

"Their meanings are Longing For You."

Victor's mind clicks, "I'll buy it."

Returning home, he presents the flowers to you with a slightly spoken tone "I thought of you when I saw them."

Loki

HONEYSUCKLE: Bonds of Love

Ever since Loki decided to take the position as Thor's right hand in governing New Asgard, he inescapably made date nights a fantasy to have. Seeing him several times a month and a few weekly calls doesn't leave much to it. It was as heavy for Loki as for you. Two lovers from different realms trying to make it work. With that, the distance made Loki a nuisance to your delivery man. Every day at 11 am, at your door with a package in hand. At this point in time, you are on a first-name basis.

"Morning, Y/n. Back again."

"Morning, Stephen. Thanks again. Have a cookie."

Loki sent small things that could be delivered easier and faster so you could feel his presence somehow. Most of the packages held a few popular treats, accompanied by letters from him depicting how his day was and always, at the end, writing how much he misses you and cannot wait to have you in his arms. In a new package from today, this one was the most fascinating. Opening the brown box, Hologram butterflies exited the box flying around the room, glowing slightly green as they dispersed into thin air. Looking down, you see delicate branches colored with pink and orange petals, each branching out in their own direction, forming a halo-like shape. Opening your phone, you snap a picture and google search for its name

"Honeysuckles? Hmm...Thanks, Wikipedia. Now let us see the meaning."

Bonds of love.

"Oh, how I miss you, Loki."

Thor

MARJORAM: Joy and happiness

Thor was in a tight position. He was now leading New Asgard on Earth and managed to convince you to try and live in this new area so you could be with him. Not ready to fully move there, you decided to live there for the next 3 months, taking a well-deserved break from work. Living there was a new experience, and you were there to witness the city's first town meeting, first competitions, first restaurant openings, and, as of this moment, the first festival with Thor in hand. Even Loki was there looking somewhat happy but primarily absent.

"You good, Loki?"

"A bit. Seeing the Asgardian people happy makes me joyous, but I miss my lover."

"When are you seeing them?"

"In a few days. They do not know. It will be a surprise."

You looked at him, offering a comforting hug as the people walked around enjoying themself. The sky rumbled, announcing Thor's imminent arrival. Thor's step continued to rumble, and Loki stepped away from you, joining the crowd. Thor was now in front of you, smile beaming and hands full of... green leaves?

"MY DARLING!!" Thor shouted

"Thor...no need to shout. I am in front of you."

"Excuse me! Here you go!"

Thor offers the bouquet of green leaves to you. You accept, sniffing the faint smell of herbs.

"Are these used for... cooking?"

"Yes, I mean, no. Well, the nice lady in the flower shop told me they complement any meat, fish, or vegetable."

"Thanks, I guess..."

"That is not the point of those flowers. Their meanings are Joy and Happiness. Which I feel those feelings when I am with you."

Thor explained nervously, glancing at you with hearty eyes, hoping you would like them as much as he loves you.

"I love you... and the flowers." you replied

Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider)

BLUE AND RED SALVIA: I think of you/ Forever mine

Bucky loves love. Because of you. He cherished the moments he got to experience in this new modern life when he thought it would be a throw-away line. He adored each of those love-filled moments and loved making them even more. Bucky had a small notebook at all times with him where he wrote each moment he did with you, keeping an excellent timeline as well as future notes on what he should do next time. While looking at his notebook, he noticed the lack of gift-giving, especially flowers. Flowers for Bucky where a personalized and live-like message for your lover. And therefore, he decided to find flowers that were the definition of BUCKY. Walking to market place, Bucky walked among the fresh fruits and produce, looking and thinking until his gaze was filled with so many flowers. Stopping at the sight, Bucky hears a thoughtful voice inquiring

"Looking for a unique flower?"

"Yes, for my partner. Something that would depict me as a flower, if there is a flower like that." Bucky speaks self-doubt lacing his voice

"Of course there is; flowers speak many languages."

Bucky nodded, looking at the flowers stopping at two different versions of the same densely packed tubular flowers with velvety leaves. Red and blue.

"Those are Salvia. The red ones mean 'Forever Mine', and the blue ones mean 'I Think Of You'. Hummingbirds and butterflies love them."

"I do call Y/n hummingbird from time to time." Bucky whispered while taking out his wallet to pay, "I'll take them both."

Arriving in a better mood back home, Bucky found his love lounging on the couch. Walking to you with light ninja steps, he placed the flowers in front of you.

"Suprise!"

Steve Rogers (Captian America)

HOLLY: Defense, Domestic Happiness

Steve was on many missions, which were given with his work/lifestyle. So he relished in it when he was home with you. His housewife kink was really showing (if you know what I mean *wink wink*). He adored it when he was doing the laundry with you, doing the dishes, decorating the room the way you like, and planting new herbs and vegetables in your garden. Steve was sold on the whole fantasy he has with you. And he wanted you to show you that. Everyday. Every second.

With that, Steve went on a hunt to find flowers he knew would communicate that. Steve hopped onto a public train in his best 'don't look at me, I know I am famous' disguise, glimpsing at the passing city inching closer to the town center and hopping off his stop going towards a flower shop as he goes cautiously to the lady

"Good day, ma'am. The name is Frank Castle, and I am looking for a flower that would communicate that I love my home and my partner." Steve said, trying not to be suspicious of his 'real name.'

"That name rings a bell, but you don't seem familiar from the photos I have seen of 'Frank.'" The lady says with a hint of suspicion in her voice, looking at the tall blonde up and down. But he wasn't the only one who appeared in front of her with a fake name, and she was a pro at sniffing out a fake. Nonetheless, she wasn't going to put the man in a tight spot.

"Is there a flower you like? Any flower that speaks to you?" She asked. Steve, I mean Frank, looks at the flowers, seeing all kinds of colors and textures in an ecstasy of nature's artistic expression. Finding a dainty four-petal flower so tiny and minuscule an untrained eye would not catch its beauty.

"That is a Holly. They mean 'Defense' and 'Domestic Happiness'." Steve smiled at the flowers that were the size of a pin, smiling gleefully, "I'll take them."

Walking back home with a bouquet in hand, steve opens the door seeing Y/n making dinner. "Y/n? Turn around." Turning around, steve smiles at your surprised smile, appearing in a second when seeing the flowers.

"A little something so you know what I feel when I am with you."

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

IRIS: Faith, Trust, Wisdom, Hope, Valor

Bruce knew he had it good with you. Really good. You were so, so SO understanding of him, his actions, and his double life. Not even once doubting him but being there with him. Bruce wanted you to know how much he loves you for that, and there were so many ways he could show you that. Trips, gifts, new adventures in new parts of the world, you name it, he will give it to you in seconds. But Bruce remembered that the smallest things mean the most, something he learned from his father when he saw him give his mother flowers every single day when returning from work. As Bruce was in his 'day' office, he called up a number of the oldest flower shop in Gotham, knowing the owner quite well.

"Mr. Wayne. Good to hear from you." The lady said happily

"Mrs. Flowerbottom. Always good to hear from you as well. I would need your expertise. I have been with my lover for a few months now, and I would like some flowers that describe them."

"Of course. And how would you describe your lover, Mr. Wayne?" "They are smart, brave, trust me, and I trust them, and quite simply, they are my hope for a better future." The lady chuckles at the honey-covered words from the billionaire former playboy looking at flowers that describe y/n to the bone.

"I am looking at them right now. Would you like to add a note?" "Yes, it would be: "Thank you for being yourself. I love you with all my strength and heart. Yours always, Bruce.""

Hanging up and finishing up the day, Bruce entered his car smiling, knowing that in a few hours, his lover will a unique surprise back in their shared home. Arriving back at Wayne manor. Bruce looks at the enormous bouquet of Hydrangeas standing proudly in the middle of the living room, a small note with a definition of irises at the bottom of the bouquet

IRIS: Faith, Trust, Wisdom, Hope, Valor

The keys jingle again as you enter, seeing Bruce standing next to the bouquet, saying softly

"These are for you."

Clark Kent (Superman)

YARROW: Everlasting love

Clark was a Boy Scout. Everyone called him that; the man was a boy at heart personified. His smile never dropped, he was always ready to help others, and he was a lovesick puppy at heart. So lovesick. Clark breathed you. His demeanor changed completely when he was with you. He was and still is diving head-first into the relationship. Telling you about his plans with you having a house, having kids, and an all-around perfect life. He wanted it with you.

Clark made it his everlasting task to bring you home flowers every day after work. To show you that he loves you to the ends of the universe and back. One day when he was going to his usual flower shop he saw new flowers, flowers that weren't there yesterday. And those flowers beckoned him to come closer, sniff them, and be entranced in their intoxicating smell. "They are called Yarrow." the lady said, smiling at the glasses-wearing dork. "They mean Everlasting Love."

Clark smiles at the yellow droplet-like flowers taking them in hand and smelling the sweet and tangy fragrance. Waving the lady goodbye, promising to arrive again tomorrow as he heads home to his love. Hearing the door open, you walk towards Clark, ready to give him his welcome home kiss, but before you can do that, Clark shows you yellow flowers with the tangiest smell.

"For my everlasting love."

Arthur Curry (Aquaman)

ASTER: Symbol of Love and Daintiness

Arthur loved to scare and surprise you. He loved to go behind the couch to scare you and then present you with a small gift to make you not angry at him. Trinkets such as seashells, funny coffee mugs, or even t-shirts were out of context and confusing. It was funny, really. And sometimes Arthur can go overboard with the scares to the point where you get mad at him and make him sleep on the couch. Like today, Arthur woke up with a stiff neck and aching back while you were well-slept and making yourself your morning tea. Arthur messed up big time, and he was on a mission to make it better by the end of the day. Running like a headless chicken to town, Arthur zoomed past people startling them along the way. Halting to a stop, he sees his salvation, a flower shop. Walking inside, he is greeted by a lady seeing him disheveled and out of breath.

"Please, help me. I messed up with my dove, and I need your best flowers." He pleaded

"Look around the store and see what flower catches your attention." Looking around the room, Arthur spins a few times around, his mind starting to blur, dizziness taking over his decision process. Slowing down, his body turns to a corner of the room with purple-colored daisy flowers.

"The daisies!" Arthur exclaimed, pointing at them like a 3-year-old kid. The lady chuckles as she walks over to them, taking them out of the vase. "They are called Asters. They mean Symbol of Love and Daintiness."

"Well, my dove is dainty and my symbol of love. I'll take them." You watch from the window as Arthur walks back home with flowers in hand, a big smile on his face. The door unlocks, and you make yourself busy by staring blankly at your book as Arthur inches closer, extending his hand which held the flowers. Looking at him, uninterested, he says

"They are called Asters. They are symbols of Love and Daintiness. And to me, you are both. And I am sorry to scare you so much, and I love you."

"....fine. I accept your apologies.Dumbass."

Orm Marius

CALLA LILY : Beauty

Orm had a first relationship with a human. A surface dweller. Someone he held no positive emotions, and yet...he was smitten. So much so that he decided to live with them a few days a week as a start. Orm felt himself stumble into a new world, a world where some souls expressed themself with care, actions, words, or even presents, the most popular being flowers. As Orm walked around town with his chosen love, he saw a flower shop looking at the offers they had. Letting go of Y/n's hand, he walks over using the given time while Y/n's distracted by the fountain waterworks. Stepping closer, he stops at tubular shape flowers.

"They are Calla Lilly. They are extraordinary flowers." the lady working speaks to Orm. "Why are they special?" Orm asks, looking confused at the white flowers.

"They mean beauty. In their own language," she explained.

"The flowers have their own language?"

"Yes, in a way. The flowers you give to your loved ones can be interpreted in a special way beyond the aesthetic." Orm thought for a second before taking out 5 dollars." I have one paper on this currency. Is that enough to cover the whole store?"

The lady laughed at his bluntness as she took the bill and handed him 3 Lillies. "No, but it gives you 3 calla lilies."Orm grunts at his failure but nonetheless smiles as he walks back to Y/n, handing the Lillies.

"These are for you, my beauty."

Joker

YELLOW JASMINE: Grace and Elegance

J tried to keep his job away from you. he tried to divide his "job" away from your eyes, ears, and hands. But it was not something he had complete control over it. Most of the time, he arrived bruised and bloodied while you played nurse. And he wanted to show you in his own way what you mean to him. So he took you in his purple Lamborghini towards the end of the city, a place that would not be considered part of Gotham, a shrouded place, abandoned houses, people looking at you like with a predator-like gaze. Joker held your hand as you walked towards a tiny restaurant you would surely miss if you did not see the small sign at the bottom of the floor spelling out 'Eat in, not out'.

Entering the place, you and J sit next to each other, and you start to ask questions. This wasn't the place where you two would usually go. No glitz and glamour, expensive tiny dishes that would cost an arm and leg, views that would depict the whole Gotham feeling as if you were running the town. It was all swapped with a one-room-sized restaurant without photos, calendars showing the year 2012, and an elderly woman standing in front of you

"Good to see you, J." She spoke her voice gravely, but her perfume was flowery intoxicating

"And you as well, Mrs. Flowerbottom. For tonight I brought my special person here, and I would like your best dish combo."

Mrs. Flowerbottom smiled lovely at you moving back into the kitchen, and you felt just more question bubble in you.

"You come here often?" You asked, looking at him with more question marks in your eyes.

"I was living here at one point. When I had no money when I was younger, I slept on the floor where we are. This place means a lot to me."

While J spoke, Mrs. Flowerbottom brought out chicken soup on a tray, the bowls big enough for 3 people. And next to the food on J's side, she puts flowers with the same sweet perfume Mrs. Flowerbottom was shrouded in. The small clusters of starry, pure-white petals with rich green leaves. J takes them giving them to you.

"I know that I am not good with words, but I have learned that yellow jasmines mean grace and elegance. And I will give you that. By opening myself up and my history with you."

Kissing his lips, you reply, "I would love that."

Duncan Vizla (Polar)

LOTUS FLOWER: Purity, Enlightenment, Self-regeneration, and Rebirth

Duncan felt his way of life changed because of you. You two lived in his cabin next to the lake, shrouded in snow, away from people, enjoying nature's ambiance, feeling thankful for the experience you are sharing with your Donut. Duncan felt himself being happy. He enjoys chopping wood outside in the freezing cold, knowing that he is chopping them for a fire where he will sit behind you, telling his stories about when he was 'working' back in the day. But Duncan wasn't too much of a gift-giver. He was still finding himself in this relationship. And while Duncan was chopping wood, he saw you peaking outside the window, a blanket on your shoulder looking so cozy and inviting him in. Seeing you wave and then moving back in the room, Duncan stopped his actions and walked behind the house and behind a few trees into the woods, seeing the small Polly dom he made no bigger than a 1-meter squared cube. Removing the shrouded small man-made pond was holding his hard work. He managed to grow louts flowers in this weather and in this land. But thanks to the guidance of a sweet lady, he did a good job.

"Thank you, Mrs. Flowerbottom." He said into the cold wind. Taking his flowers and putting them in a basket, he walks into his home. The warm ambiance melted off his cold shake. And you see Duncan with a small grin, and you know he did something he shouldn't

"If you killed someone and buried them in the back, I do not want to know, Duncan." Duncan laughs as he hands you the cloth-covered basket.

"I didn't kill anyone, but I did something for you." With a puzzled look, you remove the cloth seeing pink lotus flowers, the fragrance filling your nose."

"When did you buy them?" You asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I didn't. I planted them a few months ago."

"Why louts? They are so hard to grow here."

Duncan sits down, looking at you with a warm smile as he holds your hands, rubbing small circles of comfort.

"Because I learned they mean Purity, Enlightenment, Self-regeneration, and Rebirth... which reminds me of you. And a bit of me as well. More so, the rebirth. I feel like a new man with you, with a new life."

Feeling eyes prickle in your eyes, you say with a soft chuckle, "You really know how to make me ugly cry, Donut."

Hope you liked it! Tell me what you think.-V

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[betyloca]

Imagine: you are the daughter of Victor Creed, having the same mutation, being at Xavier's school, being isolated and Kurt trying to be your friend.

You were in the school cafeteria, you were sitting at a table away from the others. You saw how the other students were looking at you with fear. You could hear them talking bad about you.

"They're pathetic" you thought, scratching the table, bored of being in that place.

You had claws that scratched the wood, creating the pattern of a smiling face. You felt like someone was approaching.

Y/N: What the fuck do you want?

Kurt: Hel~ Hello, I'm Kurt.

Y/n: I don't care

Kurt: I saw you alone

Y/N: How observant you are.

you saw out of the corner of your eye how he got nervous playing with his fingers while looking at the floor you rolled your eyes while sighing

y/n: are you going to sit down or not?

Kurt: Oh sure, thanks.

He sat next to you, you could notice how he smiled, wagging his tail.

Kurt: And what's your name?

y/n: y/n creed

Kurt: Nice name.

y/n: tss

Weeks later, that boy never left you alone, wherever he went, he always followed you, no matter if you treated him badly or avoided him, he always came back.

You were walking through the hallways when you smelled a familiar smell until you heard a voice.

Kurt: hey y/n wait for me

"Damn" you thought as you quickened your pace, you knew you couldn't escape him but you tried.

Kurt: Hey, you're quick, where are you going?

He said when he teleported to your side.

y/n: to the patio I want fresh air

you told him sharply

Kurt: Ok let's get some air together

He said as he walked next to you smiling.

He always followed you when you wanted to be alone, he was always there. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, angry, slamming him against the wall.

Kurt: Y/N, what's wrong?

y/n: why every time I want to be alone you are always behind me, do you think it's a game or what?

You said as you ran your claws over his neck.

Kurt: ahh it's not a game

y/n: then tell me

Kurt: I just didn't want you to be alone.

You pulled him closer to look at him closely to see if he was lying. You approached, smelling his neck. If he felt afraid, you heard him gasp. I was not afraid.

How you hated him, he was always close to you, what you hated when he wasn't with you, you hated when he was with someone who wasn't you.

When he was always around, you hated when your stomach felt funny, but you loved him being around, you smelled his scent, you felt it make you dizzy.

You let it go thinking that this time it would disappear, mistake it didn't.

Kurt: Are you okay?

you rolled your eyes

y/n: yes

You started walking towards the patio, he followed you like a scared cat from behind. You looked at him over your shoulder.

y/n: are you going to come closer or not kitten?

You noticed how he got nervous, approaching your side. You grabbed his hand so he would stop being nervous. He looked at you, blushing.

Kurt: ahh y/..y/n

y/n: if you tell anyone I will kill you

He nodded as he squeezed your hand, you felt his tail wrap around your waist.

maybe it wasn't bad to have him as a friend after all

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[loganbcrnes]

Gym Fever

Logan Howlett x reader x Victor Creed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 22: Bondage- Victor Creed

Summary: You and Victor have fun with some rope and a little game

Word count: 1, 407

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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[lildemonsuccubus]

When he’s a dominant but in a silent way and smells good 🤤

“Oooo daddy please.”

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[lysenfeu]

Victor Creed, quietly living in a cabin (with NO basement) off the grid, in the middle of a giant lakefront acreage with endless woods surrounding him.

Victor Creed, who's so off the radar these days none of the X-men (or Brotherhood) would even know where to find him, let alone hassle him.

Victor Creed, who still visits Logan on his birthday, but the burning rage has fizzled out over the years and they just tussle for old times sake before splitting a case of beer and trading stories from the War(s) until the sun rises.

Victor Creed, eating when he wants, sleeping when he wants, fighting when he wants. Following no orders, tied by no chains and behind no bars.

Victor Creed, finally being free.

#sabretooth #victor creed #victor creed imagine #xmen #xmen imagine #xmen comics

[fandomnerd9602]

Victoria Creed, Sabertooth, trudges towards Y/N, a variant of Deadpool…

Y/N: ohmygosh!!! Sabertooth!! I’m such a fan. I should’ve worn my white—!

She grabs Y/N by the throat…

Victoria: keep talking and I’ll rip at your guts

Y/N: that a promise beautiful

Victoria: you’re cute. I just might have to keep you as my pet

Y/N: please do

Fan cast: Ronda Rousey as Victoria Creed

For @konstantin609

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[creedslove]

☣ Masterlist ☣

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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[montewave]

Victor Creed as Jessica Rabbit from Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

Here's the lineart if you wanna have a go at coloring him. Just tag/credit me when you're done!

#Victor Creed #Sabretooth #X-Men #my art #OUGHHHHHHHHHH this took me 13hrs to do and most of it was resketching his hands feet and chest #I'm not too proud of the clashing coloring styles but I can't stand rendering blonde hair #I would have add the body hair but it wasn't looking right so imagine Creed spending hours either shaving or slathering up in Nair #You can also imagine either Malachi Logan or yourself as Roger Rabbit #montewave art

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

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)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Quill Imagine

Victor Creed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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

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.

#victor creed imagine #avengers imagine #marvel #imagine #marvel imagine #sabertooth #victor creed x reader #mads mikkelsen #xmen imagine #sabertooth imagine #victor creed one shot #loki (marvel) #loki imagine #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson imagine #thor one shot #thor x reader #thor imagine #winter solider x reader #winter solider imagine #winter solider one shot #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x reader #james barnes x reader #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #captain america one shot #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers x reader

[betyloca]

Imagine: being the youngest member of team x with the same mutation as Victor but a different personality and is very protective of you.

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.

#victor creed x reader #xmen x reader #victor creed imagine #sabertooth x reader #sabertooth #victor creed #xmen imagine #xmen wolverine

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Does Victor Creed appreciate your fascination with monster cocks or is he annoyed his isn’t enough?

Haha! A return to this little series of bad dragon inspired sex toy escapades.

Warning: this one gets a bit breedy.

Victor Creed doesn't give a shit. He tells you this, he tells himself this, hell he'll tell the whole damn world he doesn't give a shit that you're into some monsterfucking bullshit. He knows he is 'laying pipe' as you so eloquently told him. He knows that when you two fuck it's a goddamn fucking experience.

But he doesn't fucking understand. And he refuses to admit that when he catches you reading something with some fucking werewolf on the cover that he acts more beasty in bed. That he will growl more and be a bit less afraid to use his teeth and strength to make you break apart into a billion beautiful pieces that he can put back together.

So after a week of you being completely absorbed in that dumb book, he breaks. He looks up fucking werewolf dildos. Victor shouldn't have been surprised by the amount of them he found but he was. He needed to know what he was competing with even if it was fucking fake.

But he finds something a little better. He finds a wearable. Victor doesn't even think. He selects the bigger size, but they've only got in this glittery baby blue colour. He hits buy now before he can think too hard about it. It arrives quickly, the box is discreet. You don't even think twice before handing it to him and going back to your book.

When he catches you squirming a little, smells your sweet as pie arousal fucking wafting through the air, he knows it's time. He gets the thing on, the weight of it making his cock bob harder, heavier against his thigh as he comes up behind you on the couch. Victor purrs in your ear.

"What's got you all worked up, kitten?"

His eyes scan over the page. The word breed makes his eyes cross a little. Instinct takes over. He grabs your hips and tosses you into the position he wants, your ass up, face buried in the couch cushion. Breed. He doesn't prep you, there is lube from putting on the wearable still slicking up the silicone, making the fat knot shiny. He fucks you deep and hard, but always stops before the knot can push inside your pretty hole.

"That what you want? Want me to bred your cunt? Want me to mate you?"

Your little nod nearly sends him over the edge.

"Then take my fuckin' knot, kitten."

#sloth asks #nonnie #vixtor creed #victor creed smut #victor creed x reader #bad dragon imagines #bad dragon

[freshstartfromscratch]

The Great British Bake-Off AU!

Yes, this is happening. So a little while ago, I got inspired by this shitpost:

The OG question was sent to @kiatheinsomniac and then bounced to @asscrackcreed from whom I shamelessly have stolen this idea. So shoutout to them I guess.

It was the sign that I needed to write headcanons for the Great British Bake-Off AU. Ngl, I do have a soft spot for this show. It kept me sane when I had to spend a month bedridden during my illness.

Anyway, On your marks? Get, set, bake!:

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

Originally from Syria, he moved to the UK with his parents as a child. Altaïr learned to bake in the home economics class and took a liking to it. He lives in Leicester with his wife Maria and two sons, Darim and Sef. When he's not baking, he's a book illustrator and stay-at-home dad.

While baking, he likes to use earth-flavored spices like nutmeg, vanilla, cinnamon, cardamom, sumac, and mace. He enjoys using orange and lemon zest in his baking too.

Altaïr's strongest side is the technical challenge, and his weakest side is pastry construction. He can make beautiful patterns to decorate his bakes but can't do creative structures. It'll always end up as sth like a square. 

He is one of the calmest bakers on the show. Everything is perfectly planned and tried out multiple times before the challenge. Altaïr doesn't go into a panic mood while under pressure, or at least he doesn't show it.

His signature recipe is cinnamon walnut cake.

Ezio Auditore

Ezio learned how to bake from his mom, and cooking together was their bonding activity when he still lived in Italy. He's a banker living in Edinburgh. When he's not baking he participates in all free-to-air cooking game shows. 

Unsurprisingly Ezio is a master in the cream department (nothing sexual about this sentence.) He likes using cream, mascarpone, meringue, and egg whites. White, fluffy, and puffy!

Ezio likes deep and slightly bitter additions to his cakes, like coffee or chocolate. He always balances them out with the perfect amount of sugar. It's not too sweet, but you can still taste the deep flavors.

His signature bake is ricotta cheesecake with coffee. He does have more Italian classics in his repertoire, like Torta della Nonna and Torta Paradiso.

He's a very emotional contestant who would cry if something goes wrong (because it's NOT just a cake!) He's very harsh on himself and tends to exaggerate his mistakes. His baking has to be perfect. Otherwise, he'll be dissatisfied with it. He's loud and a show-off in front of the cameras, so the public loves him, and the producers love him.

Connor Kenway

Connor, though born in the USA, currently lives in London. He works as a home health nurse in Camden (I picked Camden because it's where the Kennway Mansion is ) for a man named Achilles. He bakes to relax after work, and his numerous friends are big fans of his goods.

Due to his job, Connor is good at all the physics and chemistry related to baking. He knows how to structure his bakes and what temperature of the chocolate is the best for the best glossy effect. Things like this.

He's the super competitive baker. He's in the show to win and won't accept anything less than the finale three. His determination is sometimes scary as if he wanted to murder someone who killed his family.

Connor's signature bake is something typically American with a twist. It is a recipe connected to his roots, but a look into the future too. I'd say it's pistachio, pecans, and pumpkin NY-Style cheesecake.

Connor likes to mix tradition with modern ideas but still keeps them quite conservative. There's a fine line between a modern twist and a  baking blasphemy to him, and he tries to balance it out. 

Edward Kenway

He is a single dad of two, living and working in Swansea as a shipwright. He's an ex-sailor who used to work in the British West Indies. Edward started to bake eight years ago as a pastime with his now teenage daughter Jeniffer after her mother died. When he's not baking he likes to sail with his children and friends. 

His specialty is in the West Indies bakes. Brown sugar and rum are his favorite ingredients, and his signature bake is a burnt sugar essence sponge cake. He likes to use juicy fruits like pineapple or mango in his cakes too.

Edward is the contestant who should add one tablespoon of rum according to the recipe but pours half of the bottle instead.

He's the chaotic baker. His section in the cooking tent always looks like something exploded there.

He's the "I don't want to be the first baker to leave the tent" kind of contestant. He didn't sign up because he believes he's the best, but:  "If I'm not the last, that's a victory to me" kind of guy.

Arno Dorian

Arno is from Paris but works and lives in London's most posh Royal Borough - Kensington and Chelsea. He's an actor and a ballet dancer. Arno is an artist and a perfectionist. He likes to express himself, and baking is yet another way to do it.

Arno is an expert on anything related to fruits. Jam, marmalade, or addition of fruits to cream or decoration. He likes to use flowers too.

His strong side is the visual aspect of his bakes. He can make the most creative, baked constructions, but they often lack stability. He can make a flying plane cake that looks real, but it'll fall apart way too soon.

Lavender and blueberry meringue cake is the staple recipe of this baker. However, his mother's recipe apfelstrudel is to die for, and it saved him from elimination.

He is a bit dramatic and a natural performer, but he's not as dramatic as Ezio. He still is dramatic.

Jacob Frye

He is the youngest baker in the tent. Jacob learned how to bake from his grandma in Crawley. Jacob lives in Whitechapel with his partner and a newborn son Emmett (Canon Jacob had to be a young parent if Lydia was born in 1893 when Jacob was 46. Emmett's name comes from the list of known British Assassins used by the Templar Isabelle Ardant and a fanbase theory that he's Jacob's son.) He works with at-risk youth in a Youth Centre as a Mentor/caretaker and is a football (soccer) coach of their team, "The Rooks."

He's the one who adds controversial ingredients like beetroots to his sponges to make them moister. He can come across as pretentious, but he's just an unconventional baker. 

Jacob is the kind of contestant who everyone thinks is going to be eliminated, but he manages to get by and wins the "star of the episode" title in the next episode. You never can tell how he's going to perform in the show.

His signature bake would be something random that nobody expects, like Medovnik cake.

He's the "started baking, had a breakdown, bon appétit!" kind of contestant.

#shitpost #assassin's creed #so many assassins #gaming #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore da firenze #connor kenway #arno victor dorian #edward kenway #Jacob Frye #great british bake off #bake off au #altaïr headcanon #ezio auditore imagine #ezio imagine #connor kenway imagine #arno dorian imagine #edward kenway imagine #jacob frye headcanons #ac1 #ac2 #ac3 #ac4 black flag #ac unity #ac syndicate #assassin's creed imagine #assassin's creed headcanons #i have no idea what im doing

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

💥Marvel Masterlist💥

Smut: 🔥🔥

Fluff: 🌸🌸

Heated Fluff: ⭐️⭐️

Friendly: 🌈🌈

Angst: 🌨️🌨️

💙 Collages

💚 Oneshot

💖 Preference/Headcanon 

💜 Quotes

💞 Blurb

Adam Warlock

- Virginity 💚🔥

Bucky

- Nightmare 💙🌸🌨️

- Hike 💙🌸

- Gags 💚🔥

- So Desperate 💚🔥

- Please Love Me 💚⭐️🌨️

Fandral

- Denial 💚🔥

Helmut Zemo

- Medical Play 💚🔥

Logan

- Daddy 💚🔥

Loki

- Hate 💚🔥

- Don’t Care About You 💚🔥

- So Desperate 💚🔥

Pietro

- Praise 💚🔥

Sif

- Free Use 💚🔥

Steve Rogers

- Collar 💚🔥

- His Desires 💚🔥

Thor

- Sensory Deprivation 💚🔥

Venon/Eddie

- Monster 💚🔥

Victor Creed

- Bondage 💚🔥

Multiple

- Meeting Your Partner 💖🌸

- Asking You Out 💖🌸

- Kink Alphabet 💖🔥

#marvel #marvel Masterlist #Adam warlock #Adam warlock x reader #marvel imagine #Bucky #Bucky x reader #fandral #fandral x reader #Helmut Zemo #Helmut Zemo x reader #Logan Howlett #Logan Howlett x reader #Loki #Loki x reader #Pietro #pietro x reader #sif #sif imagine #Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers imagine #Thor #Thor imagine #Thor x reader #venom #venom x reader #Eddie brock #Eddie brock x reader #Victor creed #Victor creed x reader

[theaawalker]

Fandoms I'll Write For

Marvel (not Iron Man, Starlord, Loki, Thor, Doctor Strange, or Hawkeye, Drax, Victor Creed, Antman, Adam Warlocke, AG's Spiderman, or Cyclops)

DCEU (not Peacemaker, Killer Croc, JL's Joker, RP's Batman, or anyone from Gotham except Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska)

Scream Queens (not Chad Radwell or Pete Martinez)

American Horror Story (only Murder House, 1984, Freakshow, and Cult)

Hunger Games (not Gale, Maymitch, President Snow, or Cato)

The Maze Runner (not Ava Paige, Jorge, or Janson)

My Little Pony

Once Upon A Time (not Hook, David, Rumple, Neal, Peter Pan, or Zelena)

Pacific Rim (not the sequel)

Twilight (not Seth, Edward, Carlyle, or Jasper)

Stranger Things (not Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, or Jim Hopper)

IT (2017, 2019, and tv series) (not Henry Bowers or Pennywise)

Jurassic Park/World (not Owen Grady or Ian Malcolm)

Jumanji (1997 & 2017)

Zathura (not the dad or robot)

Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill)

Girl, Interrupted (not Jared Leto's character)

The Black Phone (not the Grabber or Mr. Blake)

Teen Wolf (the film & series)

Equestria Girls

Teen Wolf (not Peter, Jackson, Theo, or Derek)

The Office (not Jim, Ryan, or Dwight)

Now You See Me (not Dylan Rhodes or Merritt McKinney)

Descendants (not Chad, Harry, Ben, Jay, or Carlos)

Sky High (not Zach or Speed)

Percy Jackson films (not Luke Castellan)

The Umbrella Academy (not Five)

TMNT (live action ver. only)

Dance Moms (not the final season)

Ender's Game

Wednesday (not Xavier, Tyler, or the Dean)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse (not Mentor Peter Parker)

Unbreakable (not Hedwig or Dennis)

Big Hero 6

The Black Mirror

Dynasty (not Culhane, Adam, or Blake)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Spy Kids

Sharkboy & Lavagirl

Clue, Knives Out, & Glass Onion

Back to the Future (not Biff), Breakfast Club (not Bender), Sandlot, Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill), Mighty Ducks, The Outsiders (not Dally, Two-Bit, Randy, Bob, Steve, or Darry)

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coriolanus snow x lucy gray baird

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Chapter 7: bloodstream

Depollute me, pretty baby

Suck the rot right out of my bloodstream

Oh, dilute me, gentle angel

Water down what I call being grateful

Leith Ross

“Nothing was made by God for man to spoil or destroy.”

John Locke, Second Treatise on Civil Government

There was a time in my life where, if there was a heaven, I would’ve set fire to it.

Hozier

Monday morning began before sunrise, steam rising off of the clawfoot bathtub in Coriolanus’ bathroom. He was making a habit of this - scalding coffee, hot bathwater, biting his food long before it cooled, because why should he have to wait? Nothing melts Snow, he told himself, always challenging his boundaries, trying to imagine what an enemy would do to him so he could do it first.

Tigris hadn’t come home yesterday. Coriolanus was trying not to think about it, about the fact that she was the only other Snow left and that their relationship was undeniably scarce. She acted differently toward him and he could imagine several reasons as to why. He wasn’t the same person he’d been a year ago, and he’d be the first to admit it. Coriolanus wanted to blame this on his involvement in the Games, but that would be cheap. If he’d had a different tribute, he would’ve let them die and impressed Dr. Gaul in some other way, providing her with the same rich insight she so highly values. He was not afraid of the Games nor was he was disturbed by their conception. In fact, he was grateful for them and the many opportunities of its existence, allowing him to gloat his intelligence through his ideas. He was a Victor. That thirst for winning and power hadn’t been born into him by his assigned role as a mentor - he had been born with those traits. No, it wasn’t the Games that changed him. It was Lucy Gray.

There had been times where he fantasized about a life without their meeting, but it was a futile thought. When he thought of her and the ways she fit into his world, there was nothing but divinity. She had been the driving force for every decision that had landed him where he now stood, wealthier and more intelligent, reigning over his peers with his apprenticeship and tailored suits. He liked to convince himself that he invented Lucy Gray, that she wasn’t her without him, but he knew reality to be a much harsher truth that he scarcely entertained - Coriolanus was nothing without her.

Coriolanus stared at his hands beneath the surface of the bathwater, noticing how his fingertips were beginning to prune. Anxieties about the coming week were starting to ebb and flow through his mind, flitting around the edges of Lucy Gray shaped thoughts. The emotional high of her arrival was beginning to give way to the complexities that would come out of her being in the Capitol, the pressure of Dr. Gaul’s threats blurring the edges of his vision. He hadn’t heard from Dr. Gaul over the weekend, and she hadn’t assigned him any writeups at their last meeting. It was unnerving and irregular. Then again, his last assignment had been both lengthy and meticulous - perhaps they were due to review that first. Besides, Coriolanus wasn’t scheduled to see Dr. Gaul today anyway. He had a full day of courses at the University and intended to come home directly after to finish a philosophy paper. Had it been last week, he might have considered staying late at school to write it, sandwiched between Clemensia and Festus Creed at a crowded darkwood table. He enjoyed the library, craving the familiar grassy but sweet scent of the rotting books that the University catalog boasted - “from before the Dark Ages,” his professors would say, holding a tattered copy with yellowing pages as though it were holy. Everything must have been holy before the War, unjudged and impartial and tolerant. Coriolanus wished he could remember it, and wondered who he would’ve become if he hadn’t been choking on the taste of vengeance since grade school. He tried to imagine a softer version of himself, his frame drawn in charcoal pencil rather than sharp ink, bending at the will of others rather than breaking them. Would Lucy Gray like him more that way?

Lucy Gray. She was sleeping then, he imagined, her blanket pulled up to her perfect chin - how many times he had cupped it, rubbing his rough thumb against the smoothness of her face. Once in the meadow outside the buzzing fences of Twelve, he’d moved his hand down to neck, made confident by the sweltering heat and seclusion. Lucy Gray had smiled against his lips as he’d done it, daring him to press harder, to go further. Back then, he was preoccupied with the act of being gentle and good, caught up in the preciousness of her. But she had wanted him to, and instead, he’d moved his hand to the small of her back. She pulled away, insisting on getting back to the Covey for supper. Coriolanus hadn’t been able to tell if she was disappointed with him and was too nervous to ask. It was only a few weeks later that Lucy Gray gifted him with betrayal, reawakening the aggression he’d been swallowing every time they kissed. Since that’s how you like it, I can be harsher now, Coriolanus thought. I can hurt you in all the ways that feel good to you.

Coriolanus hesitated to grab his bath sheet as he stood, staring at himself in the mirror. He’d maintained the muscles that his Peacekeeper training had given him, stronger and leaner than any male in his year at the University. Insecurity turned on and off like the flicker of a dying bulb as he turned to the left side, the burn wounds that had become permanent scars on his back coming into view. He’d doused himself in ointments, oils, whatever he could find at the apothecary and pharmacy alike - nothing worked. They remained, a reminder of what would’ve killed him had Lucy Gray not been there to save him. Always a reminder.

Clothes, coffee, shoes, breakfast, messenger bag, call driver. His routine was just that - routine, monotonous. Today, he added a step and wrote out a menu of suggestions for Lucy Gray’s morning and afternoon meals. Breakfast: orange juice, quiche lorraine, sliced bananas, coffee with cinnamon, whatever else she wants. Lunch: gorgonzola salad with grilled chicken (perhaps add candied walnuts? Ensure she’s not allergic first). Before leaving, Coriolanus reread the note he’d left and underlined ‘not allergic’.

In the elevator, Coriolanus decided to cancel his call for the driver, opting to walk instead. This was what he once did, what he’d done for many years, back when his apartment smelled of cabbage and rat poison. It used to feel humiliating ducking through back alleys and scuffing his shoes, his only pair that was already a size too small. Now it was simply motivating, the perspiration soaking his shirt serving as a reminder of what he had been through and what he had risen above, pushing him onward as sweat danced between his shoulder blades.

-

Livia approached him during their lunch hour, an unpleasant interruption to Coriolanus’ green apple slices and Dostoevsky readings. He was sitting outside on a concrete bench that had been engraved with Panem’s emblem, the dips and ridges of the carved symbol digging into his back.

“Hi.” Livia was attractive enough to reductively be average - blonde, thin, attainable. She spoke in a gloating tone, contrived confidence brushed on like her eyeliner, which was thicker on her right eye.

“Hello,” Coriolanus replied, reluctantly shutting his book and bringing his hand over his eyes to shield the sun. The action sharpened Livia’s face before him, but made it no better. She still looked painfully regular, the daughter of a wealthy family who was convinced she was worth just as much as their revenue. She wasn’t.

“Why don’t you come out on the weekends with us?” Livia cocked her head, letting her curls fall over one shoulder.

Coriolanus didn’t have to ask who us was to know - Clemensia, Livia, Festus, Hilarius Heavensbee, Vipsania Sickle, whoever else he was forgetting. After the Games, the majority of the Mentors had remained close, gaining entry to the University and studying together in the same small groups they’d grown accustomed to at the Academy. Now that they were over the age of eighteen, Coriolanus’ classmates spent their weekends at nightclubs and other alcohol-affiliated outings in the Capitol, scandalously recounting the dramatics of such excursions throughout the school week. Coriolanus was noticeably absent and had no desire to attend. There wasn’t anyone for him at those events, no appeal in going. He planned to begin making appearances at the clubs only if Lucy Gray was booked for shows, anticipating the sight of her on stage again, making the knees of the crowd weak, his heart drumming against his chest knowing she was his. They could look, but they couldn’t touch.

“I’ve been tied up, I guess.”

Jarringly, Livia reached out to touch Coriolanus’ left wrist, examining it. “Funny, I don’t see any scars. No rope burn? Were you using cuffs?”

How desperate. He bet she thought he liked to fuck rough. Maybe he did. What would it matter to her? Coriolanus jerked his arm back sharply, embarrassed on her behalf. He wasn’t even sure how to respond.

Livia’s cheeks flushed as she observed Coriolanus’ disinterest. “I like you,” she hissed. “And you’d be stupid not to do something with that.”

Coriolanus blinked in return, not at all surprised by her shrill response. That’s who she was - loud, expectant, sneering, assuming that her opinion was remotely valued. It was true that any other boy would probably want her, but many had had her already, exchanging stories at lunch tables. Girls were jealous of her, comparing themselves to her designer clothing and routinely bleached roots. Coriolanus saw through this face. The traits that Livia thought she held - mysterious, trendsetting, likable - were characteristics that Lucy Gray possessed tenfold. And Lucy Gray wasn’t the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the Capitol. She was a girl from the Districts, if even that, natural and one-of-a-kind, created with an allure that couldn’t be replicated. That’s the kind of girl Coriolanus Snow wanted and deserved. It was entertaining to watch Livia be denied something she wanted - he imagined it must be a first.

“I’m not stupid,” Coriolanus said flatly before tossing an apple slice into his mouth.

Livia was already walking away, her skirt tight and unflattering, adding to the growing list of evidence that money can’t buy everything. “Come out this weekend, and we’ll see.”

-

When Coriolanus got into his driver’s car shortly after five, Strabo Plinth was in the backseat. It was a surprise, and a moderately unwelcome one at that. It had been a tense day riddled with assignments and he’d been unable to articulate himself when called on in his rhetoric course. Coriolanus felt off and wanted to get home, frustrated at the lack of instruction that came with obtaining your greatest desire. The combination of euphoria and lack of clarity that had come with Lucy Gray’s arrival was disconcerting. She would have to perform at shows, but when? He wanted to feel close with her again, but when? When would they share a room, when would she trust him the way she used to? They had so much to talk about in aims to understand what they'd done in each other’s absence. Was this eating her up the way it was him? The days were growing shorter as winter approached, the sun already beginning to set. It would be dark by the time he got home from school.

“Hello, Coriolanus,” Strabo said, adjusting his pinstripe tie. Coriolanus had never seen him in anything but a full suit.

“What’s this about?” Coriolanus wanted to cut to the chase, unable to play coy today. Strabo was unaffected by Coriolanus’ sharp comments, which made him all the more comfortable to make them.

The Avox driving the vehicle began to lumber forward as soon as Coriolanus slammed his door, the gravel of the cobble roads loud under the tires. For a moment Coriolanus worried this would be about Livia’s comment, already sick of the Cardews and their interest in him. He detested the notion of Strabo bartering him off like a show pony. He wasn’t something to choose, he was the one who made the choices. But that wasn’t what this was about at all.

“How’s your mail-order bride?” Strabo smirked, nudging Coriolanus with his shoulder as if they were brutish Capitol men gossiping about their boring wives, a role Strabo likely accomplished and one that Coriolanus hoped never to.

Mail order bride. The only word that stuck with Coriolanus was bride, an image of Lucy Gray in white grabbing him by the neck. “Lucy Gray is adjusting,” he murmured, eyes fixed on the hand sewn leather seat in front of him.

“She must be happy to be here, though. Must be easy enough to impress a little thing from Twelve.”

Coriolanus scoffed. “You are aware that she left me, aren’t you? I forced her here, so no, she doesn’t seem entirely happy at the moment.”

“People are fickle creatures when weighed down by the pressures of what they’ve been taught to believe. Patriotism is as rampant in Twelve as the dust of coal, scarring the faces of those worn out people. A very problematic place, really.”

“She’s not from District Twelve, she’s of the Covey.”

“All the same out there, isn’t it? Bleeding together like ink - all the same.”

If it’s all the same, what are you? Coriolanus wanted to say, irony being the richest aspect of Strabo’s perspective. District Two and District Twelve, don’t they bleed just alike too? “I’ve asked you this before, but I’ll say it again. Is this wrong to you? Are you upset with this?”

Strabo thought it over, his index finger tapping his right knee methodologically, following the same pace. “I’d simply like to be informed of your life and the decisions you have taken upon yourself to make, as is my right. Don’t you agree?”

Coriolanus could feel his blood pulsing, throbbing like something swollen and agitated. For a split second, a feeling regrettable and grim washed over him. Was this how Lucy Gray felt, indebted to a person, choiceless? He’d have to discuss this with her. He didn’t like to hunt deer that were strung up and immobilized anyway. He wanted them running, but only for fun, giving him a chase because they liked the feeling too, secretly hoping that he would shoot them down and mount their stag’s head on his wall for people to see and admire. Mutually assured destruction - it could feel so nice.

“I’m not going to marry Livia Cardew.” It was all he managed to say, ‘as is my right’ running through his head on a loop.

“Coriolanus.”

“Strabo,” he acknowledged, turning his head to meet the older man’s eyes and challenge Strabo to whatever he was planning to say next.

“I am looking out for you. I know that you assume that you know what’s best, but you are young and naive. I have been in this game longer than you have been alive. You cannot and will not become President if you take a District girl for a wife.”

“Lucy Gray has been here for two days. Let me have what I want at eighteen years old before you color my world with this speak of marriage and candidacy,” Coriolanus could hardly speak through the severity of his gritted teeth.

“I can see why Sejanus and you were such great friends.” Strabo’s voice was void of emotion, the rest of the world seeming to go quiet.

Coriolanus’ heart seized at the sound of his name - Sejanus. Sejanus.

“Why?” He sounded small, sweat beading on his palms.

“You remind me of him sometimes, so impassioned by what you think is right, so sure you know best. It’s the power of youth, I suppose. Perhaps I’ve just forgotten.”

They spent the rest of the car ride to the apartments entirely silent. Coriolanus felt as though he could read Strabo’s mind, envisioning the bittersweet recollections of a lost son. However, he was certain Strabo couldn’t read his. If Strabo could see what Coriolanus was thinking, all that he was remembering of the responsibility for Sejanus’ death, Coriolanus was certain his blood would run through the streets, thick and guilty, drying to amalgamate with dirt and waste.

-

Coriolanus worried that he had broken the front door with the force in which he slammed it. One of the maids, who was preoccupied with dusting the picture frames lining the main hall, jumped at the sound. “Where is she?” He demanded. The Avox pointed toward the ceiling, signaling with veracity.

“She’s in the garden?” Coriolanus couldn’t help but yell, furious. He thought of the rotting barrier surrounding the rooftop, imagining her stepping too close to the edge. He envisioned her running her fingers along the rose patches, her skin catching on the unbridled thorns. The maid continued to cower as Coriolanus stormed past her, running up the corridor to the grounds.

Lucy Gray was startled by his arrival, still in her nightgown, her silhouette accentuated by the waning moon. She was already close to the edge, her eyes wide and wild. Coriolanus threw his hands up, hoping to calm her, so as not to scare her.

For a moment neither of them said anything. The air was heavy with the smell of looming rain, fraternizing with the hue of roses. Coriolanus was certain it would storm tomorrow, but not tonight. Tonight was clear. “Are you okay?” His voice was soft, warm, a tone so alien to that he’d been using the rest of the day. He hardly recognized it himself.

Lucy Gray nodded, crossing her arms over her chest timidly. “Are you?”

Coriolanus shook his head as he approached her, desperate to pull her away from the precipice of the roof. “No, but that’s not relevant. Why are you up here?”

Lucy Gray didn’t move from him as he neared. “I wanted to be outside. Am I not allowed?”

Coriolanus was desperate to touch her. It was striking, then, staring at her before him, how rarely he felt the warmth of another human being. Over the last several months, he’d assumed that remembrance was enough. He could recall how she felt like it was inherent to his existence, embedded so deeply that it was just as cursory to his being as his eye or hair color. Looking at her now, he couldn’t remember it as well. The potential for new memories was too heavy, washing away what was to make room for what could be.

Once close enough, he brought his hands to Lucy Gray’s shoulders and gently moved her to face away from him, hugging the back of her. The Capitol sprawled out around them, figures moving through high rises like ghosts, flashing from window to window as they moved about. The hum of cars and electricity lines buzzed like white noise, soothing the aggressions that had been plaguing Coriolanus almost as much as the feel of Lucy Gray’s body. She didn’t protest against him, dropping her shoulders and leaning back, letting his arms wrap around the front of her and his chin rest on the top of her head. The moment was stripped down, absent of the past and current ailments, even if only for a moment.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt,” Coriolanus whispered, afraid to disturb the delicacy of the present.

“What would hurt me up here?” Lucy Gray’s voice was equally faint, her words lingering on ‘up here’. Coriolanus wondered if she was implying that the true danger was downstairs.

“The balcony rails are decaying.” Coriolanus lifted his hand to direct her chin to the left side of the roof, showing her a gaping hole in the banister. “I don’t want you to fall.”

Lucy Gray did not respond, cheeks warm at the familiarity of his hand on her face. She was suddenly glad for their positioning and his inability to see her expression. The tenderness of his touch felt foreign, distinctly Coriolanus yet so jarringly altered from the hostile person she’d known him to be. She never quite knew what to make of him and was afraid to commit to one opinion over the other. Ultimately, it felt easier to demonize him and push him away than the alternative, which felt synonymous to betrayal, a fear greater than death, that she could love him and he could destroy her because of it.

“You can let me in,” Coriolanus whispered in her ear, close enough that his bottom lip grazed her earlobe. “You can talk to me.”

She remained silent, too afraid to say the wrong thing, more afraid to say the right thing. Instead, she simply leaned back even further, wishing to crawl inside him and make judgments on the way his heart beat and the thoughts etched across his brain. Would she understand him then? Would she understand this?

They stayed this way for a while, Coriolanus’ heart beating against her back, slowing the longer they touched. The Capitol looked beautiful, lights stretching out for miles. If Lucy Gray looked hard enough, she could almost imagine her younger self on the precipice of the world, picking flowers in Twelve. Untouched and unharmed, unaware of the darkness inside her. Innocent and rare.

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