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It's starting to snow in my country so I took Victor for a little walk but...

- STOP?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!?

- Hold still, Vicky...

- I CAN'T BREATHE IN THIS DAMN THING!!

- You'll thank me later...

- RAAAAH!!!

- Oh, shush...

- I HATE YOU WOMAN! (secretly likes it couse hes warm and snug)

#xmen sabretooth #victor creed #sabretooth #xmen evolution #x men comics #kitty sabretooth #sabrevine

✨️ It's tiiimeee! Kinktober just started and @ariadne-karloff dropped this post so lemme be the one, who's jump in and drop Sabrevine fic. ❗️YKINMKBYKIOK❗️If you don't like my kink - that's fine. Believe me - I'm cringing over myself too. Just scroll, buddy.

✨️ tw❗️18+ smut, nsfw, sneeze kink, mlm, touching, sex, skme blood

✨️ Don't cringe too hard, leave a comment if you want and enjoy (God, forgive me) ♥️ Also - english is not my first so for any mistakes - im sorry. Also my laptop died so I was editimg it on my tablet, might be bit rough.

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•.¸♡ Pumpkin Wishes and Cinnamon Kisses. #Sabrevine snz!fic ♡¸.•

October had no mercy that year. For days, cold rain drummed against the windowpanes, and the wind carried whispers of the coming frost that sank deep into the bones of shivering passersby. Victor Creed - Sabretooth - watched them from the comfort of his chair, sprawled like a proud tiger that had claimed its favorite resting place.

Down below, the people scurried like ants, wet and frantic, desperate to reach their safe little anthills of warmth and light. Sabretooth bared his upper canines in amusement. He, unlike them, was warm and comfortable. Not that the cold had ever bothered him. He’d spent too many nights prowling through snowbound forests, tracking prey across frozen wilderness. Still… he had to admit, sinking into a chair under a blanket wasn’t such a bad thing. As long as no one ever found out. A reputation as a psychotic beast was not something one could afford to destroy with cozy domesticity.

"You look disgustingly comfortable, kitty" came a gravel - deep voice behind him. Logan.

Victor hadn’t even heard him enter. Damn it. All this homely atmosphere had dulled his senses. His nose twitched - something else had invaded the air. A scent, unfamiliar: coffee, spices, sweetness. His gaze shifted to the paper tray in Logan’s hands.

"What the hell did the cat drag in, runt?" he growled, eyeing the two cups balanced on the flimsy cardboard.

"Pumpkin spice latte."

"…the fuck?"

"Pumpkin. Spice. Latte." Logan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. "It’s that thing girls go crazy over every fall. Thought - hell, why not give it a shot? But I’ll tell you this - he grimaced - "paying that much for a cup of coffee is daylight robbery."

Victor’s beastly grin widened. "Then it better be worth it. Still…" He let out a low chuckle. "Never thought you were soft enough to wander into little cafés like some autumn princess. What’s next, bub? Wanna go pick out leaves and acorns for your scrapbook?"

Logan rolled his eyes. "Funny. Says the guy curled up like a damn housecat."

Victor muttered under his breath but accepted the offered cup, sniffing at the contents. The sharp sting of cinnamon shot straight up his sinuses - his nostrils flared, eyes watering -

"Hhhuhhhrrsshhhooohhhhttttchhhhhhuuuuhhhhhh!!"

The sneeze tore out of him violently. He cursed, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "Christ. If this shit tastes like it smells, I’m dead."

Logan froze, his own cup halfway to his lips. He hid his face behind it, as though ashamed to let his reaction show. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t spoken about this before. His… peculiar fascination. His guilty pleasure.

Logan never quite knew when it started - his kink. He only knew it had always been there. At first he hated himself for it, then he tried to dissect it, and eventually, he accepted it as part of who he was. A select few ever knew. Hank had once explained it to him in clinical detail: some neurological misfire, a cross - wiring between the reflex of a sneeze and the pleasure of release. Orgasm and sneeze, bound together in some bizarre way. Logan never cared much for the science, but knowing it wasn’t completely inexplicable gave him some peace.

He took a gulp of coffee, willing his face to remain neutral - until a rough, heavy hand landed on his shoulder.

"Did you like that?" Victor’s voice was a low, guttural purr - like the rumble of a tiger that wasn’t angry, but far from tame.

Logan looked away, then back, caught in those predatory, feline eyes. The corner of his mouth tugged upward despite himself.

"Heh. Maybe. So what if I did?"

Another rumble, that dangerous purr curling around him like smoke. Victor’s grin was all teeth and mischief, his gaze sharp as claws, as though Logan were nothing more than prey to toy with.

"You know" Victor drawled, his big hands sliding down to Logan’s hips, squeezing with calculated pressure, "This spice latte isn’t half bad. Emphasis on the spice… really messing with my nose." He punctuated the words with a sniff, teasing. Playing. The bastard.

Heat burned under Logan’s skin. Embarrassment, arousal - both at once. He couldn’t deny the twitch of tightness in his jeans. Victor noticed, of course. He always noticed. The bigger man pressed his hips against Logan’s, trapping him in place.

"Yeah. Definitely seems like you enjoy it, little pup" Victor murmured into his ear, teeth grazing his neck, nipping harder until he drew blood. Logan shivered, a helpless groan slipping free before he could stop it.

Victor’s tongue lapped the taste of iron from his lips, savoring it, purring with obscene delight. Then he leaned toward Logan’s cup, inhaling a thick plume of cinnamon - sweet steam -

"Hhhuhhhhnnnnnnnrrrssshhhhhhhuuuuhhhhhhhttttttchhhhhhhuuuhhhhhh!!"

The sneeze ripped through him, wet and savage, spraying against Logan’s exposed throat.

A startled whimper escaped Logan, humiliating and raw. His knees nearly buckled, his breath stuttering. He hated how weak it made him feel. Hated how much he wanted it.

But he’d be a fucking liar if he said it didn’t turn him on.

Victor’s chest shook with the tail end of the sneeze, a low growl vibrating through his ribs as if the release itself had thrilled him. He licked his lips, slow and deliberate, catching the taste of Logan’s skin still lingering on his tongue. His eyes gleamed, narrowed and sharp, dangerous even when softened by amusement.

"Cute" he rumbled.

Logan bristled at the word. Cute. The same tone Victor might use if he stumbled upon a wounded rabbit. He wanted to snap back, to tell him to shut the hell up - yet his body betrayed him, shivering under the predator’s weight. His pulse hammered against his throat where Victor’s breath still ghosted.

"Don’t -" his voice cracked lower than he intended, strained, needy.

Victor’s grin widened, wicked and knowing. "Don’t what, runt? Don’t notice? Don’t call you out?" His thumb dragged across Logan’s hipbone, pressing just enough to remind him how easily those claws could tear through denim and flesh. "Or don’t make you feel the way you’re feeling right now?"

Logan clenched his jaw, but the warmth swelling in his chest - in his gut, in his groin - betrayed him louder than words.

Victor leaned closer, his nose brushing the side of Logan’s jaw, sniffing, savoring. The spice still lingered, sharp enough to sting. His nostrils flared again. Logan tensed.

"Vic -" he began, but it was too late.

"Hhhhhuhhhhrsssshhhhhhuuuhhhhttttttchhhhhhhuuhhhhhhh!"

Another explosive sneeze, wetter, hungrier, released right against Logan’s skin. He gasped, choking down a sound that was half protest, half desperate moan. His hand shot out instinctively, gripping Victor’s forearm, fingers digging into muscle as if holding himself upright.

Victor chuckled darkly, the vibration sinking into Logan’s bones. "There it is," he purred. "There’s my little pup."

Logan wanted to curse him, wanted to shove him off. Instead he was trembling, hard, caught in that humiliating blend of shame and arousal that Victor wielded like a weapon.

"You keep this up" Logan muttered hoarsely "I swear -"

"You’ll what?" Victor’s teeth brushed his ear, voice low, intoxicating. "Beg me to stop? Or beg me not to?"

Victor’s weight pressed Logan deeper into the chair, his presence heavy, suffocating in a way that sent a thrill crawling down Logan’s spine. The man was all heat and muscle, and yet his movements had the deliberate patience of a cat playing with its prey. Every graze of teeth, every rumble of his chest, carried a promise - threat and temptation wrapped into one.

Logan tried to steel himself, but Victor’s hand slid beneath his shirt, claws grazing lightly over skin. The touch wasn’t meant to wound, not yet - it was to remind him of the danger, of the sharp edge to every caress. Logan’s breath hitched, his heart pounding like war drums.

"You’re burning" Victor murmured against his throat, tasting the sweat there, savoring it. "But that’s not the only thing burning, is it?" His hips shifted, pressing insistently against Logan’s, and there was no hiding the tension in his jeans.

"Fuck you" Logan growled, though the words had no teeth.

Victor chuckled low, a deep purr that vibrated against Logan’s skin. "Already on my mind, puppy." His tongue traced the curve of Logan’s jaw, then pulled away just enough to breathe in the cinnamon - sweet steam again. Logan’s chest tightened - he knew what was coming.

"Hhhhhhuhhhhhrrsshhhhuuuhhhhhhhttchhhhhhhuuuhhhhhhhttttt!"

The sneeze tore through Victor, wet and violent, splashing heat against Logan’s neck. He groaned despite himself, a raw, helpless sound that made Sabretooth's grin sharpen.

"There it is" he whispered, voice husky with delight. "That little noise you make when you can’t hold it back." His hand squeezed Logan’s hip, firm, possessive. "Makes me want to drag a hundred sneezes out of myself, just to hear it again."

Logan’s head fell back, eyes shut tight, shame and arousal blurring together until he couldn’t tell one from the other. His body betrayed him, arching into Victor’s touch, seeking more even as his pride screamed at him to resist.

Victor leaned in, his breath hot against Logan’s ear. "You think you can hide it, but I see you. I smell it. You want this. You need this."

His lips closed around Logan’s earlobe, sharp teeth scraping gently, then harder, drawing another hiss, another involuntary shudder.

Wolberine's hand shot up, grabbing a fistful of other man's hair, trying to anchor himself. "You don’t get to -" he rasped, but the words dissolved into a groan as Sabretooth's hips rolled slow and deliberate, grinding heat against heat.

"Don’t I?" Victor growled, low and triumphant. "I own every sound you make, Wolvie. Every twitch, every breath."

Logan bit his lip hard, but the truth was in his trembling, in the way his nails dug into Victor’s shoulder rather than push him away.

Sabretooth pulled back just enough to lock eyes with him - those feral, golden eyes glowing with hunger. "And tonight" he purred, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper "I’m going to make you prove it."

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Sabretooth burned. Wolverine burned. Together, they were fire, blistering and merciless. Heat and friction tangled them tighter than claws or chains ever could.

Victor lounged back in the chair now stripped bare, nothing but raw muscle and hunger. Logan straddled him, riding his lap with fevered desperation, grinding down against the hard length beneath him. Their bodies, slick and hot, tangled like predators locked in a ritual older than language.

A low groan escaped Logan as he reached down, wrapping his fingers around Victor’s cock. Precum slicked his hand, and without hesitation he lifted his fingers to his lips, tasting, tongue curling greedily. Victor’s answering grin was pure predator - feral, sharp, dangerous.

Reaching for the small jar on the table beside them, Sabretooth shook it lazily, cinnamon wafting into the air. The spice hit his raw, sensitive nose immediately, teasing, needling.

"Closer, pup" he growled, inhaling deep. The sharp burn of spice flared through his nostrils, a livewire itching behind his sinuses.

"Hhhhnnhhh- " Logan whimpered, the sound caught somewhere between arousal and anticipation. He loved this moment, the cruel patience of Victor holding back, fighting the sneeze. The waiting. The tension. It wound him tighter than any touch.

Logan’s hips bucked faster, his fist wrapping around his own aching cock. But then - abruptly, decisively - he slipped from Victor’s lap to the floor between his legs.

Victor’s breath hitched, chest rising and falling as he wrestled with the tickle in his nose. Logan took him into his mouth, hot and hungry, tongue working along his shaft while his hand stroked himself with the same rhythm. The air grew thick with heat, with their groans, with the wet sounds of Logan’s lips and Sabretooth's ragged breathing.

His claws flexed against the armrest, digging deep into the wood. The pleasure burned through him, but so did the cinnamon, the maddening itch that clawed at the back of his sinuses. He panted, not just from arousal, but from the stubborn restraint of holding back the inevitable.

Then his control snapped.

A rough hand seized Logan’s chin, forcing his mouth open, holding him there.

"Say <ahhh> pup -"

"Ahhh—ahhhhhh—hhhhhHHHRRRRrrhhhhhssshhhhuuuuhhhhhhhtttttttchhhhhhhuuuhhhhhhhttttsshhhhhhhuuuuhhhhhh!"

The sneeze ripped through him, hot and wet, misting across Logan’s face.

Logan gasped, eyes fluttering shut, cheeks flushed scarlet. When he opened them again, there was no shame, only heat - and a crooked, daring grin curling his lips.

Victor’s own grin sharpened. "Atta boy" he growled, voice vibrating low and approving. He leaned down, licking the damp from Logan’s cheek with obscene satisfaction. "Bless me, runt."

Logan’s breath stuttered in his chest, his face flushed with more than heat. His pride had no defense against the thrill that coiled in his gut, sharp as a blade and just as dangerous.

Victor didn’t give him time to think. That feral mouth was on him in an instant - teeth grazing down his jaw, tongue tasting sweat and salt, lips claiming every sound Logan tried to swallow. His growl was constant, vibrating through both of them, like the rumble of a storm pressing against the windows.

Logan’s hand found Victor’s shoulder, nails biting deep, not pushing away but clinging, grounding himself against the tidal pull. His other hand stroked faster, slick with precum, every movement spurred by the heat of Victor’s body pressing harder, closer, hungrier.

Sabretooth broke the kiss only to breathe him in, nostrils flaring, pupils blown wide. The cinnamon still lingered, sharp and merciless, teasing every breath. Logan saw it - the twitch of Victor’s nose, the way his chest heaved, the restraint in his jaw.

"You gonna -" Logan began, voice husky, but Victor cut him off with a low growl.

"Gonna make you drown in it, puppy." His hand clamped around Logan’s wrist, guiding the pace, rough and unrelenting.

Sabretooth tilted his head back, nostrils flaring wider, his chest heaving. Logan’s heart raced, his own hips jerking with the rhythm, caught between the need to see it happen and the desperate craving of his own release.

"Vic -" His name left Logan’s lips like a prayer, hoarse, aching.

Victor’s eyes snapped back to him, burning gold, and then -

"Hhhhhhhuuuuhhhhhhhttttchhhhhhhuuuhhhhhhhrrrssshhhhhhhhttttchhhhhhhuuuuhhhhhuuuhhhhhhh!!"

The sneeze erupted, raw and primal, spraying across Logan’s chest, his throat, hot and unrestrained. Logan’s groan broke free, guttural, shameful, ecstatic. His body arched, trembling with the force of it, and he came undone against Victor’s chest, spilling over his hand, his stomach, his breath ragged and desperate.

Victor’s laugh rumbled low, satisfied and cruel, as he wrapped an arm tight around him, holding him through the shudders. "That’s it" he whispered into Logan’s ear, licking the sweat from his temple. "Every damn time… you’re mine."

And Logan, weak and trembling, didn’t even try to deny it.

Victor held him close, muscles tense beneath his fingers, but slowly letting the heat lower from their frantic dance. The room was thick with the scent of sweat, spice, and something uniquely theirs - a heady mix of fire and closeness.

Wolverine rested against him, chest rising and falling, hair damp against Sabretooth's collarbone. His fingers twitched lazily over Victor’s arm, tracing the grooves of muscle he knew so well, feeling the steadying warmth of the beast beneath him.

Victor’s hand stroked the back of Logan’s neck, slow, possessive, gentle now - almost tender after the storm. His growl had softened to a purr, vibrating through both of them like a lullaby only they could hear.

"You alright, pup?" Victor murmured, voice low, rumbling against Logan’s ear.

Logan tilted his head back, lips brushing Victor’s jaw. “Yeah,” he breathed, voice hoarse but satisfied, a small, mischievous grin tugging at his mouth. "Yeah… I’m alright."

Victor’s grin softened too, just a flicker of predator turned protector. "Good" he rumbled, nuzzling his nose against Logan’s temple. "That’s my boy."

They stayed that way for a long moment, limbs entwined, the storm outside unnoticed. The world could wait. Outside, the cold rain tapped against the window, but inside, there was only warmth, only the quiet echo of purrs and ragged breaths, the closeness of two beasts who had found their own strange, perfect rhythm.

And for now, that was enough.

End.

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