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Life update

Got fucked so good that I immediately fell asleep and was woken up by my partner with homemade Mac n cheese.

Oh and I'm writing a fic

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I have questions so you write for Walter from scorpion. By the way your works on him are so good I just don’t know if still work on him

I do still write for Walter O'Brien!! My works might be a bit slow but I'm happy to write for Walter!

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"Talk to Me" - Walter O'Brien x GN! Reader

Summary: After a stressful day, Walter calls you to unwind.

Content: no reader genitals mentioned, mention of penetrative sex, Walter being turned on by your voice, Walter being awkward and smart

Wc: 2414

I started this forever ago but just finished it. The end is a little rushed but ehhhh I don't really care. For my friend @litteralyjustawriter

NSFW UNDER CUT!!

It had been a very long and very frustrating day for Walter, as tensions had been high during the mission. Sly’s anxiety had gotten the best of him, causing him to miscalculate the exact amount of time they had to save a young girl from an unfortunate situation.

Toby had been psychoanalyzing Walt all day, as recently, Walter had become very attached to someone- You. He had become overly protective and the team was worried that he was so protective that guarding you would jeopardize the team. Luckily, that hadn't happened today, but Toby was sure that it would happen eventually, and at the very worst possible time, especially if Walter never revealed his feelings.

Walter sighed as he undid his tie, pulling it off in a swift motion before tossing it to the ground. He fell backwards onto his bed, kicking his shoes off, blinking up at the ceiling. Tension in his shoulders and back was causing one hell of a headache. He brought his hands up to his face and groaned, rolling onto his side. He was thinking of just heading to bed when his eyes landed on his phone that he had placed on his bedside table. Maybe calling you would take some edge off.

He picked up his phone, unlocking it with his unnecessarily complicated password. His thumb hovered over your contact for a moment, his heart suddenly falling to his stomach. What if you weren't awake? It was late, after all. What if you didn't feel like talking?

He shook his head of those silly thoughts, for as long as he had known you, you had always been willing to talk, especially to him. He pressed on your contact, and then on the call button, holding up his phone to his ear. As it rang once, he took a deep breath. At the second ring, he rolled back onto his back, propping himself up on the pillows. It rang for a third time, and he was about to hang up when he heard you finally pick up.

“Hey, O'Brien. “ Your voice was smooth, even over the phone. He let go for the breath he was holding, feeling his shoulders relax slightly from just hearing your voice.

“Walt, is everything okay?” You asked, curiosity lacing your words after he didn't respond to your initial greeting. “Walter?” You asked again, your voice ringing in his ears.

He shook his head and refocused himself, trying not to drown in your voice. “I'm here. “ he said, though his voice seemed deeper than usual, sending a shiver down your own spine. It was no secret to anyone that you were quite fond of the genius with a 197 IQ. No matter the time of day, if he called, you answered.

“What's up with you, Walter? You seem off, more off than usual. “ You spoke gently, wishing you were with him to hold him, kiss all over his face and tell him that it's all okay. Truth be told, if he asked you to come over, you would, but he never did. You always waited for that invitation with baited breath on every call, but it never came.

“Today's mission left everyone disheveled. “

“That rough, huh?” you hummed in response, relaxing into the comfort of your own mattress.

“Indeed. “

“You ought to be exhausted, so why call me?”

“Your voice is incredibly mellifluous and smooth, a perfect stress reducer.” He said in a matter of fact voice like you should know that about yourself.

“Explanation of mellifluous for those of us that don't have a 197 IQ?”

“Your voice is sweet and smooth, and incredibly soothing. “

You felt your face get hot, it was unlike Walter to straight up compliment you like that, but he was tired, maybe his filter was just letting a few things fall through the cracks. “oh, well that's good to know. “ You said softly, tripping over your words a little bit.

“Yes I figured after a stressful day, hearing you talk would help take the edge off better than any inebriating substance could, for me at least. I find the effects of alcohol quite negative. “He explained, his spare hand undoing his button up, letting the cold air hit his bare chest. It was less restricting like that.

“Okay, that makes sense. What do you want me to talk about?”

“Anything you would like, what about that uhm, show about the uhm, adolescent mutated mercenary reptiles?”

“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?!” you said with a laid back laugh.

“Yes, the teenage mutant ninja turtles. Kind of a ridiculous concept, how did the turtles become mutants in the first place?“ Walt answered, running his spare hand through his hair, moving it out of his face.

“Well it depends on what generation of TMNT you're talking about, but in most cases, four baby turtles are exposed to radioactive ooze that turns them into humanoids that fight crime. But if you want to know specifics, I can tell you about the newest series, the one that started in 2012. Do you want to hear about that?” You asked softly, listening to the silence on the other side of the phone. “Walter?” You asked softly, your voice laced with concern for the male.

“Sorry, yeah I'd like to hear about that. “ He said softly, his head leaning back against the pillows as his eyes closed softly, ready to just drown in the soothing sound of your hypnotic voice.

“ Well you see, it starts with ninjustu sensei Hamato Yoshi carrying his four pet turtles through the streets of New York City when suddenly -” you being to ramble on about the plot of the 2012 teenage mutant ninja turtles, getting a little bit carried away.

“- and then professor Honeycutt, also known as the fugitoid, saves the turtles, Casey, and April and uses his spacecraft to take them on a journey to outer space. And that's the end of season 3, that just ended recently. I'm really curious to see what happens in season four. “ You said with an excited smile, glancing over at the clock. You had been rambling to an almost completely silent Walter about TMNT for about an hour straight. He had barely responded the entire time and now that you were done rambling, you had become a bit worried once again. You thought for a moment that maybe you had talked him to sleep, when suddenly you heard an uncomfortable grunt sound off from the other end of the line. “Walt? Is everything okay?”

“It seems as though the combination of your mellifluous voice mixed with my increased stress levels has put me in an unfortunate situation. “ He explained, shifting around on his bed.

“Oh no, did I make you uncomfortable? I'm so sorry Walter I didn't mean to talk your ear off like that, you just said that you wanted me to talk and I got carried away, I'm so-”

“No. That's not what I meant. “ Walt spoke, a bit sternly to you to get you to break out of your rambly panic.

“Then what do you mean??” You asked, your voice still a little high from panic that you had caused him any form of discomfort.

“ It appears as though…my phallus has become erect due to the sensation of hearing your - quite hypnotic - voice in my ear. “ He said, quite calmly despite the fact that he just admitted that your voice gave him a hard on.

“oh. “ You squeaked out slightly, your face turning red. “I'm…sorry?” You posed it like a question, wondering if you should be sorry for accidentally turning him on.

“Don't be. I should be the one apologizing. Just because there's a soothing voice talking in my ear does not mean that I should become…aroused. I usually have more self control, but I guess around you, it simply fades away. “ He spoke, he was not trying to flirt with you, it was just simply the truth. When he was around you, his self control faded away, and he was unable to handle himself. But his words were delectable to you. You felt your entire body start to heat up.

“Well, uhm. “ You cleared your throat a little bit, feeling heat creep all over your body. “ You should uhm, sort that out. “

“Yes, I shall leave and go sort out my problem, goodbye, Y/N. “ Walter said as he pulled his phone away from his ear to hang up when suddenly your desperate voice rang through the phone.

“I didn't say to go! All I said…was to sort it out..”

“Oh. “ Now it was his turn to be shocked.

“I want to talk you through it, since you, uhm, love my voice so much. “ You said, your voice shaking from the nerves. You were sure he was going to hang up and never speak to you again. This was way out of line- you worked alongside him! You would never be able to look him in the eyes again. You were just about to ramble out a broken apology, when you heard him shift on the other side, followed by the sound of a zipper coming undone and fabric being moved to the side.

“Go on then, talk to me” he rasped out deeply, a shiver being sent down your spine.

“Are..you sure?” You asked, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“Yes, I am certain. Go on, speak. “ He commanded gently. The energy had shifted greatly. He seemed…dominant, more so than usual. It made you shift on your mattress, feeling your own arousal build.

“Okay..” you said softly before you took a deep breath, collecting your thoughts. You weren't sure what to say, so you closed your eyes and just let the words flow through you, trying not to worry about overstepping boundaries that you weren't even sure existed anymore.

But after you were silent for a few moments, Walter sighed. “ Come on Y/N, you got this…” he encouraged you gently, trying to nudge you along.

“I don't know how to start, Walter!” You protested with a whine, the sound going straight to the males dick.

“Speak to me about a fantasy of yours…” he suggested softly, a hand wrapping around the base of his long cock, beginning to gently stroke himself, awaiting the return of your voice.

You closed your eyes again, taking a deep breath. “Sometimes…I've thought about you…taking me up to your loft. “

“I've postulated that you think about me, but I only thought it would ever be true in my dreams.” He spoke softly, giving a soft groan.

“Ive thought about you…pushing me against your window, hands on my hips, slipping underneath the fabric of my shirt..”

“Then?” He urged you to continue.

“Then you would capture my lips with yours in a desperate, and messy, kiss..allowing my fingers to tangle in your hair, tugging on your curls.

“Hell, Y/n…” he groaned softly, another moan falling from his lips as he started to increase his pace, tightening his grip a little bit.

“In the heat of our kiss…we'd be desperate to get our clothes off…and frankly I'd probably ruin your shirt by ripping it open after I've unceremoniously removed your tie. “ You whispered out, picturing how he looked right now, laid out in his bed, phone in hand, cock in the other as he stroked himself to the thought of a fantasy that you had had more than once.

“Are you really that desperate to see what I hide beneath a few thin layers of fabric? “ He breathed out, his bottom lip quivering.

“Oh Walter…you have no idea how desperate I am to see what you hide…” you whispered softly, lowering your voice a little bit. “The real question Walter is, how desperate are you?”

Walter gave a little whimper on the other end of the phone, and then began to hope that you hadn't heard that. His hand increased in pace, his breathing getting heavier with each rough stroke. “I live an incredibly anguished life everytime I wake up and you are not by my side. “

“ Do you ever think about me, Walter? Maybe…me on my knees…looking up at you? My lips wrapped around your cock, glistening with spit as I struggle to take all of you?”

“Oh damnit Y/N. '' Walter cursed, his hips thrusting upwards into his hand. “More. “ He managed to choke out as a breath shuddered its way past his quivering lips.

“do you want me Walter? Do you want my hands on your chest as I sink down onto you, letting you fill me?”

“No, Y/N…I need you. “ He groaned, a moan falling from betwixt his lips.

You fell silent for a moment, pulling a whine from him in the process. You never thought that Walter O'Brien would ever be the kind of man to whimper or whine. “Don't stop talking, please Y/N…”

“Are you close, Walter?”

“Yes…”

“good. Keep going, O'Brien. “

He dug his teeth into his bottom lip, nearly breaking the delicate skin. His stomach tightened as he felt himself getting closer, his thighs quivering gently. “Speak. “ He said in an almost demanding voice, which caused you to flush a light pink.

“Imagine it's my hand wrapped around your cock, Walt. I bet it's nice and thick…isn't it? I bet it would feel so nice inside of me, stretching me open. I bet you'd get nice and deep too…”

Through your words, you could hear his moans becoming louder and more broken. You wished you could see his face at this moment. Hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, lips glistening with his own spit, face beat red. You could imagine all of his muscles tensing, his grip becoming tighter around his cock with each word you spoke.

After a moment of silence, he gave a final broken moan before you could hear him relax into his mattress, his breaths being just shallow pants, he was nearly gasping for air. “Did you…finish?” You asked, all the confidence that you had fleeing your body in a matter of seconds.

“While I did indeed finish, I don't think I'm quite done. How fast can you be here?”

“10 minutes…”

“Make it 5. There are not enough hours in the night for me to take you on every surface I want to tonight. But I will sure as hell try. “ He commanded before he hung up, leaving you flushed and shocked.

Who were you to deny him the stress relief he so clearly needed?

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" Deep Breaths, Sweetheart" - Logan Howlett x Trans! Man! Reader

Request:

hiii i have a request if that's alright:-) i absolutely loved your logan x trans!man!reader fic so would it be possible to have that again? logan helps & comforts the reader on a bad dysphoria day, helping with binding, taking the t-shot & stuff like that, maybe taking the reader out on a date for distraction or cooking at home, you decide:'-) all the gentle affirmations & mental health support without judging♡ might've gone a lil self-indulgent here i'm sorry😅

Requested by @chrrywvea

Tw: AFAB READER! TRANS READER! gender dysphoria, binding, needle mentions, tooth rotting fluff, fluffy nudity, fluffy shower scene,neck kissing, reader has a happy trail, cute domestic shit, gentle praise, affirmations, Logan is cute as hell, Logan worships reader,

WC: 2,680

Requests are open! And dw more Logan x FTM reader is soon to come! (As a trans man myself I find these really comforting)

Hello all my fellow trans men, I see that you enjoyed my last fic with an FTM reader and Logan Howlett, so here's some more! I hope this is sufficient!

You groaned a little bit as you felt your body begin to wake up, sunlight being gently filtered through Logan's thin curtains. You moved the blanket a little bit so it was covering your face, blocking the light from hitting your eyes. You went to roll over to turn away from the window, only to realize that a pair of strong arms were keeping you from moving. You smiled a little bit to yourself, melting into the comfort of being held by your boyfriend.

You laid still for a little while until your legs started to get a little restless. You did your best to wiggle out of the brunette's tight grasp, giggling a little bit when his grip only tightened. He pulled you closer to him, your back pressed flush against his chest, his lips near your ear.

“And where are you going, mister?” He asked, his voice gravely from having just woken up, his breath hot on your ear.

“‘m just trying to readjust, Lo..not trying to go anywhere, the sun is just in my eyes. “ You hummed softly, stifling a laugh as he wrapped his arms tighter around you before lifting you and flipping you around so you were no longer facing the window.

“Is that better, sweetheart?” He asked softly as he placed a tender kiss to your forehead, his eyes tracing the shape of your face. No matter how many mornings the two of you woke up in bed together, he would always study your face, like he was trying desperately to memorize each curve.

“Mhm..much better..now I got a much better view too..” you murmured softly, looking up at him with nothing but love in your eyes.

“The view from here is absolutely magnificent…” he said with a little chuckle, adjusting a little bit so his face was buried in your neck. You giggled a little at the feeling of his beard scratching the sensitive skin of your neck. He took a few deep breaths, pressing a few delicate and loving kisses to the side of your neck.

“You're laying it on a little thick there, Wolvy..” you giggled softly, a hand tangling in his hair as you just let him place living kisses against your neck.

“Personally, I think I'm not giving you enough affection, my prince. “ He hummed gently, the vibrations of his deep voice making you giggle again.

You paused for a moment and then groaned, closing your eyes a little bit as the realization hit you. “ It's shot day…” you whined softly, “damnit. “

Logan chuckled a little bit and pulled away from your neck, looking into your eyes. “ Yeah, my love, it is shot day. “

You whined and covered your face with your hands. You always dreaded shot day- perhaps it was the fact that you chose to get it bi-weekly, and by the end of the two weeks your hormones seemed all out of wack. Or maybe it was the fact that in order to appear more as a man you had to take a shot, and you couldn't do it naturally. It could've also been your fear of needles, those things always freaked you out, even before you had to take testosterone shots. You weren't exactly sure why you hated shot day, but you knew that without Logan it would be one of the worst days out of the month.

“Hey, hey…sweetheart, it's okay…” Logan hummed softly as he pulled your hands away from your face, looking at you with a smile that could simply make you melt. “I'm here, my beloved. You know I'll do everything in my power to make sure today goes well, okay?” he reassured you gently, arms wrapping tightly around you as he squeezed softly.

You sighed a little bit, relaxing into your boyfriend's touch. His large frame feeling heavy against your own, similar to a weighted blanket. “you promise?”

“I promise, sweetheart. “ He hummed softly, kissing the side of your face lovingly. “I would never let anything happen to you, my handsome boy. “

You closed your eyes, nuzzling into Logan's warm touch, feeling yourself relax at his calming words. “I love you, Logan. “ You hummed softly.

“I love you too, sweetheart. “ He said as he placed a kiss to your nose before he unwrapped his warm arms from your body and sat up, stretching a little bit.

You whined at the loss of contact and made grabby hands at him, sticking out your bottom lip in a pout. “ Come back!” You whined softly.

Logan chuckled and ruffled your hair gently before he stood up, shaking his head at your whiny protest. “ C'mon, darling, we've got to get the day started. “ He said as he extended a hand for you to grab.

Reluctantly you grabbed onto his hand as he pulled you out of bed and into his arms, hoisting you to your feet. “ Atta boy. “ He praised gently with a smile, making you blush a little bit under his gaze.

He gently led you over to the closet and started picking out clothes. For you he picked out one of his favorite shirts- so it smelled like him– a pair of boxers, and a pair of his sweats. He always loved how you looked in his clothes, plus they made you feel a little more euphoric, especially on your shot days.

You reached forward and grabbed your binder, Logan giving you a look. “ Sweetheart, I don't think we're planning on leaving the manor today…”

You shrugged a little bit and held onto the black fabric. “ I promise I won't wear it for longer than 8 hours, okay Lo? It'll just make me feel better…” you explained, looking at him with big eyes.

He nodded in understanding, “ okay but I'm setting a timer as soon as you put it on, okay handsome boy?” He asked with a smile as he began to pick out his own clothes. He grabbed a plain black shirt that tended to cling to his torso, a matching pair of boxers, some jeans and a flannel in your favorite color. That was one of your favorite outfits of his, and he knew it.

He grabbed your hand and led you into the bathroom, setting all the clothes on the counter as you placed your binder on top of your pile. He quickly walked over to the shower and turned it on, making sure it was at the perfect temperature for you. He didn't care if it was too hot or cold for him, he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible.

Your hands went to the hem of your shirt to take it off before arms wrapped around you, Logan replacing your hands with his own. You smiled and lifted your arms up as he helped remove your shirt, his eyes lingering on your figure.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed softly, your eyes gravitating towards your chest. You felt the instinctive urge to cover yourself, but Logan gently held your hands. “ Look at my handsome boy…” he whispered gently as he head dipped down into the crook of your neck, leaving gentle kisses on the warm skin.

“I don't feel like it…” you gawked at your own body, letting out a soft sigh.

“Oh please sweetheart, I have a bigger rack than you do..” Logan hummed against your skin, his beard and sideburns scratching gently at the delicate skin. He sucked gently at your collarbone, but not enough to leave any marks. His intentions were to just ground you and keep you from getting too upset with how your body looked.

You laughed a little bit at his words, a smile spreading across your face. It was kind of true, he did have a massive rack- and you could never stop staring at his pecs. “You're just saying that. “

He shook his head, a hand resting on your waist, rubbing circles into the supple skin with his thumb. “You know that I’d never say something that I didn't mean, sweetheart. Especially not to the handsomest boy in the world. “

You hummed softly as he kissed up your neck delicately, a hand sliding down your body and grabbing the hem of your sleep shorts. He gently pulled them down as you allowed him. You stood in front of the mirror, now completely nude with your boyfriend burying his face into your neck, his hands resting on your waist.

He looked up from your neck for a moment and made eye contact with you in the mirror before his eyes trailed down, lingering on the little happy trail that laid on the bottom of your stomach. He smiled and looked back up, looking at your eyes through the mirror. “Look at you…” he exclaimed softly, his eyes full of nothing but love. You loved mornings like this, where he just took his sweet time to appreciate your body- but not even in a sexual way. He just lovingly and innocently appreciated your body, acting like you were sculpted by the universe itself.

You shivered a little bit at the cold air of the bathroom, melting into the warmth behind you. “ C'mon, Lo..” you hummed softly, playfully pushing his head away from your neck. He whined a little bit but complied as he stepped back from you, pulling off his own shirt and boxers.

You couldn't help but stand there, mouth agape for a moment. Your eyes lingered downwards, committing the layout of his abs to memory. You swore that his body was absolutely perfect. He laughed a little bit, “eyes up here, sweetheart. “ He said, making you blush slightly.

You looked up at him with a smile, feeling like you were falling in love all over again. He grabbed your hand and gently led you into the shower, a sigh exiting your lips as the water hit your front. He smiled softly, stepping in behind you and holding onto your waist once again. He pressed his chest against your back.

He reached up with one arm and grabbed the shower head, his other hand cradling your head gently as you let yourself relax. He let the water rush over your hair, massaging the strands gently to let it soak up water before he put the shower head back up, grabbing your bottle of shampoo.

He poured some into his hand and lathered it for a moment before he began massaging it into your scalp, your head leaning into his fingers. You wished that this moment could last forever, the two of you pressed so close together as he just cared for you.

Soon enough he began to rinse out your hair, letting the suds run down your body. He made sure to get it all out, not wanting grease and grime to build up on your hair. He then grabbed the conditioner and rubbed it into your ends, being almost too delicate with his touch.

He began to wash his own hair as the two of you waited for the conditioner to set in your hair, the strong pine scent of his shampoo filling your nose. It was strong, but it always smelled wonderful, mainly because it reminded you of him.

Soon enough he rinsed your conditioner out of your hair, soon following with his own head. He then grabbed the bottle of soap and your sponge. “You want to do it? “ He asked softly. He always washed your hair for you, but left it up to you on who washed your body, knowing you could be a bit shy about it.

You grabbed the sponge from his hand and nodded softly, pouring some soap into it and beginning to lather it up. “Okay, my love. “ He spoke gently, grabbing his own sponge and doing the same.

After a few moments, the two of you exited the shower, Logan turning off the water as he wrapped a fluffy towel around your body. He wrapped himself in another towel, looking at you with a bright smile. He grabbed another towel and started to gently dry your hair, making sure that it wasn't dripping wet.

After both of you were sufficiently dry, he walked over to the counter and grabbed your pile of clothes first, handing you your boxers. You pulled them on, reaching out for your binder as he shook his head. “Can I put it on you darling? I promise to be careful. “ He asked softly.

You smiled gently and nodded, raising your arms in the air once again as you grabbed the binder, pulling it over your head and down your chest. He smiled softly as he helped to flatten the fabric against your chest, kissing your nose quickly. “ My boy.” He hummed softly, watching as you glanced past him to look in the mirror.

He could tell that your head was swimming with thoughts, so he gently grabbed your chin and made you look at him, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss for just a moment before pulling away. “ My handsome boy, you have nothing to worry about, alright? Your body is absolute perfection, every last bit of it. Don't worry that handsome little head of yours, my prince. “ He said gently, looking you up and down for a moment.

He backed away and put his own clothes on, leaving you in your boxers and binder. He opened the bathroom cabinet and pulled out a vile of testosterone and a boxed syringe. He sat down on a chair that the two of you had put in the bathroom a little while ago and patted his lap gently.

You walked over and gently sunk into his lap, back pressed against his chest. He opened an alcohol wipe and gently began to clean an area on your stomach, letting it dry for a few moments. “Are you ready, baby boy?” He asked softly, grabbing the syringe.

You nodded hesitantly, looking away from the syringe. You hated needles. He prepared the syringe, drawing the testosterone from the vial. “ Alright, deep breaths, sweetheart.”

You closed your eyes tightly and tried to relax, giving a little bit of a high pitched whine as you felt the needle. After a minute you opened your eyes and saw a pretty yellow bandaid on the injection site. “Done already?” You asked softly, with a bit of surprise.

“Yeah, sweetheart, done already. It was quick and easy. “ Logan said softly as he tossed the used syringe into the sharps container you two had in the bathroom. He leant down and pressed a kiss to your temple, “ and you did such a good job, darling. Such a good job. “ He praised gently as he rubbed your sides gently.

He grabbed your waist and picked you up as he stood up, placing you steady on your feet. “ Alright, let's get you dressed the rest of the way, then we can go have breakfast, okay?” He asked softly, giving you a toothy grin.

You nodded and started to pull on the pair of sweatpants, lifting your arms up so he could pull his shirt over your head. You brought the fabric up to your nose and took a deep breath. It smelt like him. It smelt like home.

He stared at you for a moment, rubbing his beard with his hand. He just stood there, taking you in, staring in awe at how amazing you looked in his clothes.

After a moment he leaned forward and grabbed you by your sides, pulling you in close, so that your chests were flushed together. You giggled a little bit at the sudden motion, burying your face into his chest. He rested his head on yours, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “ Mine. Mine mine mine. “ He said, happiness lacing his voice. “My handsome, adorable, perfect boy. “ He hummed softly.

You giggled a little bit as his grip only got tighter. “ Lo! “ You squealed, “ let me go!” You giggled softly, wiggling in his grasp a little bit. He sighed and reluctantly let you go, staring down at you.

“C'mon sweetheart, let's get you some breakfast. “

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In the realm of romantic literature, it would be much appreciated if you could write Wolverine x Reader.

A tragic, angsty with a dash of spirited debate leading to an unforeseen outpouring of sentiments, tinged with a hint of mature themes. (18+)

[Dread not if such narratives are not within your repertoire.]

To put matters into more simplistic terms :

Wolverine/Logan Howlett x Reader. Angsty arguments turns rather bittersweet with an unexpected confession of feelings.

I hope this is sufficient!

"Lose You" - Logan Howlett x GN! Reader

WC: 2,485

Tw: Swearing, angst, yelling, Logan is a grumpy guy, mentions of sex, alluding to sex, broken glass

Requests are open!!

Three days. It has been three days since Logan had spoken to you, three long days since he even looked in your direction beyond a simple glance. You believed he was determined to ignore your existence for the rest of your life, and so did he. The manor was big enough for him to avoid you completely, except for the occasional glance exchange in the halls. His gaze was…cold…and distant. Nothing like it had been before. He seemed to hate you, and you began to hate yourself.

That inner loathing turned into an outwardly unpleasant mood, turning you into one of the more unpleasant mutants to interact with in the manor. After a couple extra days had passed, it has been a week since you talked to anyone beyond a short and angry conversation. Everyone in the manor knew what was happening, students and professors alike, but no one could do anything but watch the train wreck from a distance.

Soon enough it has been two weeks since Logan had talked to you, and you were fed up with him. Every time you even thought of him, you were overcome with an anger so strong it made you burst into tears and collapse to the ground. So, you did your best not to think about him, pushing him from your brain until he was just a distant memory.

One month. Your anger has turned into wallowing in pity and more self loathing. You couldn't believe that someone who you were once so close to would just abandon you completely like that. You locked yourself in your room most of your days, barely eating, barely sleeping. When you did sleep, the sleep was plagued with terrible nightmares. In the past, Logan would've been to your room in an instant to care for you after a nightmare, but recently there'd been nothing. He moved rooms to the other side of the manor, another means of avoiding you.

You woke up quickly, drenched in sweat, chest rising and falling rapidly from hyperventilating. Another nightmare has plagued your sleep, and there was no one there to soothe you. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around Logan's neck and bury your face in his chest as he held you. But, he wasn't there, and the lack of his presence caused you to break down. Your entire body shook as you let out quiet, broken sobs.

You held your pillow close to your chest, the soft fabric of the case soaking up your warm, salty tears. You were like that for a few hours, until the sun rose, filtering through your blinds. Your face was red and puffy from crying for so long, eyes dry and in pain. You sighed softly and slipped out of bed, peeking your head out of your door. It was still pretty early, so not many people would be awake yet, so it was relatively safe to sneak to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

You quietly made your way to the kitchen, slipping in to grab a glass of water before you stopped in your tracks. Logan was sat at the table, glass of whiskey in hand. It was obvious that he had been up for a while himself. Since this was your first time truly seeing him in a month, you felt your heart getting caught in your throat.

“L-Logan?” You muttered out loud before you could stop yourself.

He froze, his muscles tensing as he placed the glass of whiskey back down on the table. He didn't turn to meet your gaze, but he wasn't trying to up and leave, not yet anyway.

“Look at me Logan, please. “ You whispered with a broken whimper, your voice was pathetic. You couldn't believe how desperate you sounded - or how desperate you truly were.

“Get out of here, bub. “ Logan grumbled, not casting a glance in your direction.

Something about his tone set something off inside of you as you crossed your arms, voice shifting from whimpering and begging to annoyed. “ What, am I not allowed to grab a glass of water anymore? Oh I'm so sorry your highness,” you bowed, your voice laced with a mocking tone, “ I didn't realize what you said fucking goes. “

Logan tensed more at your tone and harsh words, hand gripping the glass with so much force you were surprised it wasn't breaking under the pressure. “Shut up. “ He grumbled, not quite a growl.

You walked over to the sink and grabbed a glass, filling it with water. When you were looking away, you could feel his piercing hot gaze on your skin. You spun around, glass of water shaking a little in your hand. “What the hell is your problem Logan?”

Silence filled your ears, which only made you more irritated.

“I asked you a fucking question, or are you suddenly too high and mighty to talk to someone commoner like me?” You sneered, watching as he gripped the glass tighter, it began to crack.

“Shut up. “ He growled, his breathing uneven and nostrils flaring.

“I don't think I will, because you've been a real dick recently, Wolvy. “

And with that mocking nickname, the glass shattered in his hand, pieces of glass sticking into his skin. You jumped a little bit, watching as he didn't even flinch, his hand just closing around the shards of glass.

A part of you grew very concerned for the gruff man, but you were still overcome with some anger and resentment towards him for having had the guts to ignore you for a whole month.

“Ooo the big scary wolverine can shatter a glass, you're not special. “ You sneered, taking a sip of your water.

Suddenly, without any warning, Logan was standing up, pushing you flush against the counter, hands on either side of you, caging you in. You dropped the glass you were holding out of shock, it fell to the floor and shattered, glass shards surrounding the two of you.

His breathing was ragged and unsteady, his eyes narrowed with anger. “Don't you know when to shut your mouth?” He growled, looking down at you.

“Don't you know when you're being a dick? Get your hands off of me, Logan. “

He huffed and took a step back, avoiding the shards of glass carefully, the shards in his hand slowly falling out as he healed. He stared at you, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. He looked at you like he hated you, like he loathed you entirely. His gaze made you want to shrink and run away, but you stood strong, meeting his gaze.

“Why are you being such a brat?” He huffed, picking the glass out of his hand before sliding both of his hands into his pockets.

“Why am I being such a- Oh my God. Seriously? Seriously Logan?! You dare to have the gall to call me a brat when you have been nothing but a total douche recently?! Oh my God. “ You said, giving a soft laugh, surprised at his words. You shook your head in disbelief.

“I have not been a total-”

“Don't even try to finish that sentence, dickwad. Because news flash, you've been a complete asshole! You've been avoiding me ever since that last mission! Fuck, you even switched rooms just so you could be as far away from me as possible. Every time you look at me, you look at me like I'm the worst person in the world. And I…and I didn't even get an explanation. “ You started yelling, before your voice began to crack as you choked back tears. You were deeply wounded by his actions, especially by the fact that you never even got an explanation as to why he completely abandoned you.

His gaze softened slightly, his brows letting up as concern began to lace his features. It hadn't even dawned on him that his actions had been harming you like this, driving you to brink of insanity.

“What, now you got nothing to say?” You muttered, crossing your arms as your eyes began to water. You could feel tears threatening to spill over the threshold. Your chest was rising and falling harshly due to your uneven breathing.

“ I'm sorry. “ He muttered, so quietly that you could barely even hear him at first.

“A sorry ain't going to fix this, asshole.” You huffed, turning your head away from him, your bottom lip beginning to quiver.

“I never wanted to hurt you. I just…I'm mad at you. “

“You're mad at me?! Why on earth would you be mad at me?!” You cried out in disbelief.

“Because you almost got yourself killed!” He yelled back, the loud sound causing you to close your eyes right as you flinched, tears finally spilling past the threshold, falling down your face.

He saw the tears roll down your face and gave a heavy sigh. Now he had done it. “That…that last mission…you completely drained yourself and left yourself open to be attacked…I don't understand why you would do that.. “

“Why would you even care if I got killed? With the way you've been acting, I thought you hated me. “ You spat, your voice shaky as you held back sobs.

“I can't hate you. Nothing in the world could make me hate you. “ He spoke weakly. His voice began cracking, he could feel tears swelling in his own eyes. But he swallowed them back, not wanting to upset you further.

“Wha-” you began, before he cut you off.

“I didn't mean for it to go this far. But…when I almost lost you, I realized that … you deserve someone who can protect you better than I. I almost failed you. So I drove a wedge between us. “ He sighed, placing his head in his hands for a moment.

“Lose me? Logan, what do you mean?”

“ You can't technically lose something that you never had, but I wanted- no I needed- you to be mine.”

“Logan…” You whispered as you looked at him once again, eyes wet with tears. “You always had me. I was never going to belong to anyone else.”

You took a step forward, reaching out a hand tentatively. “I was protecting you…because I couldn't bear the thought of losing you…”

“You can't lose me…” He took a step closer as well, hand intertwining with yours.

“You don't know that for sure…” You stepped closer, your bodies now inches apart.

“I would rather die than live in a world where you're not by my side. “ He placed a hand on your hip, pulling you flush against his chest.

“That's stupid…” You buried your face in his chest, sniffling softly.

“People do stupid things for the ones they love. “

You pulled your face away from his chest and looked up at him in disbelief. “ You shouldn't love me. “

“Why the hell not?”

“Because…”

“Sweetheart, nothing you say could change how I feel about you. Simply put, you are my world. I revolve around you, day and night, and without you I feel like I'm suffocating. You are my oxygen, you are my source of life. “ He muttered softly, looking down at you.

“If I'm so vital to your survival…why did you avoid me for so long?”

“I don't deserve you. “

“And I deserve you?”

“Sweetheart, you deserve the absolute world. If the grumpy, old, gruff man is who you want, then it's the grumpy, old, gruff man you'll get. But is that who you want?” Logan asked as he tilted his head gently to the side, his eyes watering.

“You're the one I want, Lo, but are you sure that I'm the one you want? Because -”

Logan dipped down and captured your lips in a soft kiss, hand resting on your cheek. You were surprised, but quickly melted into it, leaning against him as you kissed him back gently. He was holding you so delicately, like he thought you were going to break if he touched you wrong.

After a moment, he pulled away from the kiss, “You're the one I need. “

You gave a weak smile, burying your face in his chest once again. “‘M sorry for being so terrible to you..” you sniffled gently.

He lifted your chin so you were staring into his eyes. “ I don't want to hear your apology, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong. “ He smiled gently down at you.

“But I was awful…how can I make it up to you?”

“Promise me that no matter what…you'll put yourself before me? That you'll never sacrifice yourself for anyone. I won't be able to survive without you. “

You thought for a moment about all the implications of making that promise, but his eyes were staring into you with so much sincerity, that you knew you had to promise. “ I promise, Logan. “

He sighed with relief and pulled you closer, pulling you into another soft kiss. You noticed more this kiss, how coarse his lips felt against your own, but they felt wonderful. They felt like they were molded specifically to fit perfectly against your own.

Slowly, the kiss became more passionate as the dam of emotions came undone. Both of you became more desperate to never stop kissing the other, your hand sliding under his shirt slightly, resting against his abs.

He paused and pulled away, swallowing hard. “ Sweetheart, I think we have to calm down here…otherwise I think I'll take it too far. “

“ What if I want you to take it too far?”

“Sweetheart, you can't say shit like that…”

“ I mean it, Logan. “

“Don't get me wrong…I need you, darling, but it's probably just a heat of the moment thing and I don't want you to regr-”

You cut him off with a kiss, pulling his head down by placing a hand on the back of his neck. You could taste the whiskey on his lips. You pulled away after a moment. “ Sorry, I just really needed you to shut up. “ You said softly, placing a hand on his chest and rubbing gently. “ I promise you I won't regret it, Lo. “

He pulled your hand off his chest gently. “ Trust me sweetheart, I desire you more than anything else, but I'm also…slightly drunk. And I want there to be no chance of forgetting what I'm going to do to you. But I promise you…tonight, come to my room, and I will ravage this…delicious body. “ He said softly as he pulled you close, pressing his hard on against you for a moment, causing you to gasp.

He let go of your hips and pulled away, a smirk evident on his face. “ See you tonight sweetheart, alright? “

“O- okay Logan…” you managed to get out, face a bright red from a moment earlier as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving you to clean up the shards of glass on the floor, your stomach doing flips.

Tonight was going to be one hell of a night.

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Is requesting male reader were-creature okay, or dragon (preferably werebat? Werewolf like looking creature but with noticeable body difference, wings, longer tail, etc...)?

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"My man💕" - Logan Howlett x Trans! Man! Reader!

Summary: Logan is very upset on Readers behalf after a visit to his transphobic parents.

Tw: TRANSPHOBIA, reader uses he/him pronouns, reader is AFAB, reader has transphobic parents, reader has internalized transphobia, reader is trans and has been out for several years, Logan is very mad on readers behalf, grumpy Logan, sweet fluff

WC: 1,231

Requests are open! I'm specifically hyperfixated on Deadpool and Wolverine rn but I'm also working on a Charles Xavier x Male reader x Erik lensherr fic!

Sorry if this is bad lol, it's a little self indulgent and I also wrote it at work in one day without proof reading it.

Logan was fuming when you both came home - but not at you, no never at you. He was mad for you this time, nostrils flared as the door slammed shut behind him.

“Lo’ I told you it's fin-”

“It's not fine Y/n. It's far from fine. “ Logan growled, tossing his jacket onto a nearby chair.

The two of you had just returned from your parents house – you were introducing Logan to your parents. He knew that they weren't the most accepting in the whole world, but what you hadn't told him is that they still refused to gender you correctly, even after being on HRT for several years.

“They're always like that, Logan, it's fine, really. “ You tried to reassure your grumpy boyfriend , but to no avail.

“How is that fine?! They dead-named you repeatedly! “

You could feel yourself beginning to become upset from the dinner, but not Logan's behavior. He was justified in his anger, but you were just tired. Tired of your parents' ignorance and hateful actions. You let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes for a moment. This whole night was giving you a headache. “It's just who they are, Logan. They're still my parents. “

“Still your parents?! Fuck that. They don't deserve to talk to you, and they definitely don't deserve your attention.”

You swallowed back some tears as you collapsed onto the couch, holding your head in your hands. “just drop it.” You muttered quietly, staring at the floor, avoiding Logan's watchful gaze.

Logan opened his mouth to speak again but turned to look at you, his heart dropping at the sight. “I didn't mean to upset you, sweetheart. “ He said softly, his tone switching up in an instant. He walked around to the front of the couch and kneeled in front of you, cautiously placing a hand on your knee.

“You're fine Logan. You have every right to be upset. You have every right to be angry at my parents…and at me.”

“Be mad at you? Sweetheart, why on earth, this one or any other, would I be mad at you??” He asked, suddenly very concerned.

“ Because I didn't tell you the truth…and because I just let it happen…every time. I just let them misgender me. I have no backbone…” You muttered dejectedly.

“Oh my handsome boy…look at me. “ he whispered softly as he slipped a finger under your chin, making you look at him. Your eyes were glossed over as you held back tears.

“I would never ever blame you for this. This is not your fault. Your parents’ stupidity is not your fault, it never has been and never will be. You had hoped that they would behave themselves for a guest…but it is not your fault that behaved so badly. “ He said as he moved his hand up, cupping your cheek gently. He rubbed your cheek with his coarse thumb, watching as you hesitantly leaned into his touch.

“I'm sorry for getting so upset and causing a scene at dinner. I didn't mean to embarrass your mother like that, sweetheart. I just couldn't take it anymore.” He apologized sincerely, his voice calm and gentle. “ I just don't understand how they could look at you, my handsome baby boy, and honestly call you a girl. I mean they might've just as well called me ‘she’ and referred to me as like Anne or some shit. “

That made you laugh, just a little bit, which made your gruff boyfriend smile. “ There he is…there's my boy. “ He said encouragingly.

You sniffled a little bit, nuzzling into his rough, calloused hand. “ they're right though…I'm not a ‘real man’. And I never will be…”

“I'm sorry. What?” Logan asked, pulling his hand away from your face, standing up. “ They told you that?” His voice became rough, his breathing became heavy. You whined a little bit at the loss of his warm hand pressed against your skin.

“Yeah they've like…told me that every time I see them. They want to make sure that I know I'm not a real man. That I'm just an imposter. “

You could see Logan's eyes darken, his hands tensing as his claws threatened to slip free as he loomed over you. “That's it. No one tells my boy that. I don't care if they're your parents. They need to be taught a lesson- cause what they're spitting is horse shit. “

“Calm down! “ You said quickly, standing up and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Just, calm down Logan. “ He could see panic in your eyes, and instantly his muscles relaxed.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I got a little carried away there. “ He muttered softly, flexing his hands gently to relax them so his claws would appear. He rubbed the back of his neck a bit sheepishly. “ But seriously, what they're spitting is horse shit. You are a real man, I mean just look at you. “ He gestured to your body, letting his gaze wander a little bit.

“You're just saying that because you're my boyfriend, you feel like you have to. But they're right…” you muttered, shying away from his piercing gaze.

“No. “ He growled a little bit, but he wasn't growling at you, just the meaning of your words. They frustrated him, to know that you didn't perceive yourself as a “real man” - if there even was such a thing as a real man. He grabbed your face with both of his hands, forcing you to look up at him since you were now both standing. “Sweetheart, in no world are your parents correct about that. Not this universe or any other. Just because you weren't born in a man's body does not make you any less of a man. There is no blueprint for what makes a man, you make your own blueprint. You're a real man, you just happen to be a self made man. “ He said softly, stroking the sides of your face.

You nuzzled into his hands once more, eyes fluttering shut for hair a moment. “ Do you mean it Logan?” You asked softly, worried that he was lying about the whole thing. You always worried if he perceived you as a man in your relationship. You always worried that he only treated you with love because he truly saw you as a woman.

You had shared some of those thoughts with him in the past, and just like now he shut that down immediately. There was absolutely no chance he was going to let you think that he didn't see you as what you are : a man.

“Of course I mean it, baby. You're my man after all, and why would I lie to my man?” He asked softly as he pulled you close to his chest, your chest pressing flush against him. You could hear his heartbeat, steady as ever.

After a few moments of silence, with your face buried in his chest, Logan missed the top of your head gently before beginning to stroke your hair softly. “Can we make a deal though?”

“What kind of deal, Lo?”

“If we ever go over to your parents house I get to curse them out. “

You chuckled a little bit and nodded against his chest. “ I can deal with that…”

Silence fell over the room once again, the two of you intertwined in a tight embrace.

“Thank you, Logan. “

“No problem, sweetheart. “

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