Marvel & DC Oneshots

Cuddle Me, Love Me, Eat Me

(Victor Creed/Sabretooth x Cindy Moon/Silk)

!!TW!! – talks of sex, sexual acts, bdsm themes, cannibalism, sexual cannibalism. Read at your own risk.

"Hey Vic." Cindy greets from the couch, wearing one of his sweaters and a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, a random show on the tv.

Victor's eyes immediately zero in on her, predatory and sharp, taking in the sight of her drowning in his oversized sweater. The corners of his mouth twitch upward, a dark, possessive smirk playing on his lips as the scent of popcorn hits his nose.

She stretches out, lifting her legs so he could sit, clearly still wearing her spidersuit under his sweater.

Victor's gaze darkens as he notices the subtle lift of her legs, inviting him to sit between them. His eyes drop to the visible outline of her Spider-suited thighs under his sweater, a low rumble of appreciation vibrating in his chest.

"C'mon, kitty. I wanna cuddle." She huffs, shooting a web from her wrist and dragging him closer to the couch.

Despite his resistance, the sudden tug of the web causes Victor to stumble forward, his powerful body landing awkwardly between your thighs. He hisses, his hands splaying on her inner thighs possessively as he glares at her with a mixture of annoyance and reluctantly amused surprise. "You..."

She grins at him, burying a hand in his blonde hair and pushing his face against her chest.

His breath catches as Cindy's fingers thread through his hair, guiding his face to her chest. For a moment, he resists, his muscles tensing. Then, with a low, defeated growl, he relaxes against her, his face nuzzling into her chest.

Victor realizes he's basically being body-shoved into cuddling and is completely powerless to stop it because he loves how needy and affectionate she's being. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling Cindy closer as he burrows into the warmth of her chest.

She sighs softly, feeling his weight of almost 300 pounds of muscles press down on her. "You're always so warm, Vic."  She mumbles, running her fingers through his hair.

A deep rumble vibrates through his chest—almost like a purr—as he presses harder against her, his large frame pinning her comfortably beneath him. His nose nuzzles deeper into the fabric covering her, inhaling her scent mixed with his.

"Hn. And you're always so small under me." Victor rumbles, breathing out a purr.

He shifts slightly, making sure he isn't crushing her despite his massive weight, distributing the heavy bulk of his frame so she's comfortable. His large hand slides under the hem of her sweater, resting possessively against her lower back. "You comfortable under all this muscle, doll?" He murmurs against her chest.

"Mhm. You're a good kitty." Cindy croons, kissing his forehead.

He lets out a low, rumbling growl against her chest—a warning that lacks any real heat—as she kisses his forehead. The term "kitty" usually makes him bristle, but coming from her, wrapped in his sweater and smelling like comfort and safety, he tolerates it with a dark smirk.

"Watch the mouth, little spider."

"You love it." She retorts, teasing him with a small grin, eyes soft and teasing.

His dark smirk widens into a full-blown grin as he playfully bites at Cindy's finger when she teases him. His hand under her sweater squeezes her side possessively. "Shut up... I'm enjoying the view from down here."  His face buries deeper between her breasts momentarily.

"You just like my boobs." She snorts, petting his blonde locks, twisting strands around her fingers.

A rough chuckle vibrates against her chest as he pretends to sulk. "Can you blame me? They're pressed right against my face in my own damn sweater." His voice is muffled against the fabric. "Besides, they're soft." He emphasizes this by pressing his face more firmly against them. "Best pillow."