Sandtrap (St. John Allerdyce X Mutant!Reader)(NSFW)
This is especially for rax-writes and saintpyro, you sweeties XD
This is an older Pyro, so be prepared for an old person joke here or there….also try and guess who the police chief is….XD
A/N: After I saw some gifs of Aaron Stanford in some of his more recent work, it got me thinking. What would Saint John Allerdyce be like in the current present X-MCU continuity? Would he be in the X-Men or still apart of the Mutant Brotherhood? Or maybe he’d be something different. This is what I came up with. Enjoy. Summary: When Pyro, now known as Detective John Allerdyce, must protect a mutant who can control sand like he controls fire, he gets an unwanted reminder of his past life. But there’s more to Sandtrap than meets the eye. Warning: Basically, Pyro. Words: 1,222
He stared blankly at the flame appear and disappear, urging him to move it. To burn something. To destroy. The once brightly painted shark was now faded on John’s constant companion. He could’ve gotten a new one, but it was still his baby. The only memory of his life before the Institute and the X-Men. Before her. “Could you stop that?” The tired old man hissed. “I’d prefer my officers not set off the sprinkler system.” “Sorry. You know it’s an old habit.” He shoved the zippo in his pocket. “So boss, what’s this case?” “Not a case, protection detail.” The chief pushed a file on the desk over to him. “Student of your alma mater who witnessed a mob hit.” “Is this your idea of a cruel joke?” John looked at him with a cold stare. “No joke. Y/N Y/L/N, code-named Sandtrap.” His boss recited as he slammed the pictures on the table. “Able to control sand and dust.” “I don’t deal with mutant punks and I don’t do protection detail, you know that.” “Detective Allerdyce, I know about your past. But you’re the only mutant on my squad.” “And none of the other officers will take the assignment.” “Dad.” John turned to see his chief’s daughter, who held out a brown paper bag. “You forgot your lunch.” “Thanks Luna.” John caught her staring at his lighter, which he had subconsciously taken out of his pocket. “You like sharks?” She shook her head. “Um, no. Just flashbacks of an old flame.” “John.” The chief stared him down. “Alright. But don’t blame me if a building burns.”
Y/N tried not to think about the stares she was getting from the officers as she sat in the break room. A young woman in plain clothes had given her a cup of coffee, but it just stayed there in her hands. But it might be just her luck, since she’d gotten into trouble out visiting her friend. Scott said an old friend would take her back to the school, but the way he’d said old friend sent a shiver down Sandtrap’s spine. “Detective Allerdyce! Finally.” One of the officers scoffed. She looked up to see a man who seemed eerily familiar. “The infamous Pyro is gonna protect this mutie?” That clicked. The yin to Iceman’s yang. He looked older than the pictures she’d seen on the institute’s walls. His hair longer, a bit of facial hair. “You Sandtrap?” “Yeah, that’s me.” “Gather your things. I’m driving you to the safe house.” “You mean, we’re not going to the school?” “Nope. Orders are to take you to the department’s safe house, which is where I’m taking you until the feds can come get you.” “Feds? What?” “You’re a federal witness, sweet cheeks. Federal witness means federal custody.”
There was a reason John had joined the force, become a detective. And it wasn’t to babysit a kid. At least, that’s what he was telling himself she was when she was standing in a towel in front of him. “You stunned or something?” “No, um, just tired.” John tried to cover up his embarrassment. Luckily, his job saved his ass. “Detective Allerdyce here.” The voice on the other end was unmistakable. It was her. “Your chief told me this was how to reach you. What’s this I hear about you putting my student in federal custody, Sugar?” “She wasn’t arrested, Rogue. She witnessed a mob hit. There’s a protocol.” “Never thought I’d hear you talk about police protocol. You have changed, John.” “Not by much.” He sighed. “Well, as long as Y/N safe.” Rogue breathed. “The Professor ought to be okay with it.” “Okay.” He said a complaint goodbye, letting the click of the other side signal the end. “You liked her.” John heard Y/N breath. She knew all too well the pains of heartbreak. He could see it in her eyes. “You’re beautiful.” He stunned both of them with his words. He had never slipped like that in front of anybody, not even Bobby or Rogue when they had been a steadfast trio. “You really think that?” She stepped back, John catching her hand. “Yes, I do.” In that moment of pure instinct, he had to engulf her in his presence, stand above her. And kiss her. It was passionate, of course, but also something neither of them had ever felt before. They weren’t detective and protected anymore. His hands groped the curves of her body as she hurriedly tried to bring him to her level of undress. They didn’t even make it to the bed, the two of them intertwining on the floor. When John’s fingers slid into her easily, he got a slight realization. “Were you fingering yourself in the shower?” “Yes. I…I couldn’t help myself.” Y/N choked back, obviously nervous. “It’s my first time.” “Shit.” He rethought what he was doing, but not before he felt her hand on his. “Not like that. I haven’t had sex with anybody other than my last boyfriend.” He could tell from her eyes it wasn’t a very good relationship. “He was in my class, but it’s been a few months.” “Then let me show you what a man with real experience can do for you. If you’ll let me.” She nodded her head in agreement. “Of course.” Assured, he placed a lingering kiss on her neck. The energy reemerged, egging him to show her the whole of his expertise. When they finally connected, a surge of pleasure went through them both. He could hear their moaning in symphony, a sound he had never been able to hear in any of his other, be they short, relationships. John felt the need to comfort Y/N, make her feel safe and warm to his touch. She was like the flame on his lighter, a dangerous thing he could only nudge in the right direction. And she loved it. The way he wildly threw himself into the moment excited Y/N even further. She followed his command to open her legs wider, let him drag her legs so her thighs touched his hips, every one of his thrusts going deep into her core. They both felt alive.
A knock at the door woke them up, the two of their bodies next to each other in the bed. “That’s probably Chief coming to kill my horny ass.” John hurriedly pulled on his pants, reaching for his gun as the knocks got louder. Of course, John was a cop through and through. “What’s the codeword?” Familiar claws pierced the door. “How about, let us in or I’ll get you back for that time you put itching powder in my suit, you little bastard.” “Hello Logan.” John looked to see a familiar wheelchair and it’s occupant. “Professor. I’m ” “Miss Y/L/N has to come with us.” Charles explained. “We can protect her better than any federal agent.” “She’ll be safe with you?” John didn’t hide the note of concern in his voice. “Of course. She’ll be quite safe.” “Okay, I’ll tell her.” John turned to see an already dressed Y/N, her bag in her hands. “Have a safe trip.” “Promise you’ll keep in touch.” “I wish I could, but I don’t think I have your number.” “Don’t worry.” She smiled before she left the safe house. “I put it in your phone, Detective Allerdyce.”
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