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no but fr. I am a genderfluid being and many times I reader of ftm reader being femenine. I DONT WANT TO SPREAD HATE, EVERYONE CAN BE WHAT THEY WANT but the way some writers write abt feminime trans reader feels like “I want to be inclusive but….yk….I dont want to write for treaders so I will qrite t readers as being femenine as an excuse to write the most gut wrenching thing someone can read. I can only write for a reader having a poosay and by this I want to subtly fetishize it hiding behind the excuse that everyone can make mistakes. I want to reader a wider audience and by doing that I “accidentally” hurt the small circle of readers that already have almost nothing to read and what they have is written like shit, both grammatically and with the content.

As a trans man I can tell that some of you only write the characters you like as trans so they can have a pussy, you have a fetish and it’s fucking weird like why is every trans! Character x cis male reader fic smut you guys are Litrally fetishizing trans people especially with the way you describe our bodies is gross, you write trans men like we’re sex objects

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I am in the mood of writing some drabbles, is there anything you would like me to write in this list?

(Regarding the kinktober, all 9 requests have been taken and ready to be written in the next months)

1. Bar Brawl Allies

2. Training Gone Awry

3. Forest Encounter

4. Healing Factor Curiosity

5. Mysterious Rescue

6. Runaway Team-Up

7. Shared Pain

8. Healing Touch

9. Caught in the Rain

10. Late-Night Conversations

11. Tension in Training

12. Undercover Mission

13. Whiskey and Confessions

14. Protective Instincts

15. Trapped Together

16. Shared Cigarette

17. Dancing in the Dark

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𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄

𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭)

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!! 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥

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𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗.

𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕.

𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢’𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜. 𝙲𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚢𝚎, 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎. 𝙰𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚞𝚣𝚎𝚣.

“𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗…’’ 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙰 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒��𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝟺 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜.

“𝚅𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝’’ 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝙰 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎.

“𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢…’’ 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚞𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗.

“𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜’’ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚡𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚣𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.

“��𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐’’ 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍.

𝙰 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢. 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍.

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢. 𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚡𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚙.

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Honestly, as someone who writes myself, my go to these days is just writing whatever I want as it strikes me. Wether that is a drabble, single scenes from completely different fics, or a one shot that I never post.

I also find reading other fanfics, both in the same and different fandoms helps to give inspiration.

Music is also good, personally I'm on a upbeat music train right now, but some days all I listen to is dramatic songs, or sad songs, or just lofi.

It all depends, when it comes to writing its best to just go with the flow when you can.

-RS

I will my friend, Thank you for these advices!!!

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NSFW - MDNI - Reader is MALE

I was thinking about horny!Logan who went too much time without your touch and was on the verge of a sexual nervous touch down. Blame all the villains or rampaging mutants who caused problems all the damn day or night.

Thinking about horny!Logan who, instead of sleeping, hugged his pillow anf bit down on it (I headcanon that he bites a lot during it) staining it with saliva and growls. You were exausted after all the day of flying around in the jet to aolve issues here and there.

Thinking about horny!Logan who tried to get himself off but just couldn't since he was always riding you out and that caused him to not be able to pleasure himself fully (not that he minded).

Thinking about horny!Logan who just couldn't take it anymore and straight up took you away from the kitchen, were you were eating some rosemary beef and dragged you into his room. He shoved you on his bed and climbed up your form biting harshly on your neck.

"Logan- fuck what the hell?!" you struggled to the heavy man of your neck, his fangs were still connected to your love bites by a string of warm saliva.

"Shut it and just stay put bub" he growled as he tossed away his jacket and sat astride, grinding firmly on your crotch.

He smirked as you planted your veiny hands on his sides and then propped yourself on your elbows.

"You have never been one for words Logan" you arched an eyebrow and smirked as your hands snaked up his torso on the tight shirt he was wearing.

"What do you really want sweetheart?" you chirped in a smug way, he was glaring at you, he never liked pet names being given to him.

He didn't spoke, he wasn't one for words and so he grinded down on your clothed crotch.

"That's what I want, make me ride you and we'll be good".

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honestly i would suggest writing some drabbles! when you force yourself to write it will never be your best work, so just write whatever comes to mind. maybe listening to music or watching a favorite show of yours when you write may help too!

Thank you Anon 🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻

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Guys my writing spark is slowly fading, I don't want it to fade

Any help or tips on how I can regain it?

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Sluttification at its best

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐏

Summary: you gave him the cold shoulder for weeks, he didn't know why. He wondered what he did wrong but nothing came to mind…until you whispered to him a solution involving a leather leash…then he understood.

Content: reader is male, pet play, pain kink (Look at his expression inside cerebro), light degradation, bondage.

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ✍︎ ⠀

(ok ngl a bit of riding doesnt hurt anyone...from 1.7k words written I will go to 3k atp)

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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

- Once apon a time

- Fluffy thoughts

- I want to ride you

- Valse sentimentale

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Hello everynyan I need some ideas for the wolverine fic I wanted to write for this weekend, It can be anything...be wild. It can be anything, domestic fluff, fluff, smut, angst...anything! Maybe implement even some ideas with Deadpool

A sample of my writing skills is this if you are interested in reading it and judging if it's good. I wanna know some fellow writers and maybe be moots!

Also sorry if I have been inactive for like 3 weeks, life has drained me to the bone with everything but it's all good now! If you want to make me happy (pls do I need happiness in my life) write some ideas in my askbox. Dw I wont judge you bcs who am I to do so💀. The anon option is on too so you are free to go

From Delta its everything...out!

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𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎...𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅...𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈...

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 24/7 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒚?

(Will I cook? Anyway power inbalance here with a leash and a collar. It will come out fully written this weekend)

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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒙 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 (𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒕).

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝑾1 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅.

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚: 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 ��𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒑��𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆.

𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒙 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓...𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒐.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒃..."

"𝑶𝒉 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘...𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏-"

𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒔.

𝑯𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅

"𝑺𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚"

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"𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆"

Once apon a time there was this boy who was born into a family of farmers. He grew up loving the nature and the flowers around him, valuing the life that surroundend him every day. He was no ordinary kid, in fact, with time his hands became of a deep black and everything that he touched died in that instead. A black fog covered his fingers and could be condensed so much that it formed sharp claws on his nails. He always wore gloves and as he grew up, he lost the sense of touch and the hugs and love he needed.

He turned into a young man that volunteered for war and stood in the front lines with another man. An addicted to cigarets he called him. He looked at the other's hands and noticed that bone claws exited his knuckles whenever he was angry. He was like him.

He didn't feel so alone afterall, after a bit of convincing and fighting, the two became first strangers on good terms, then squadmates, then friends.

They shared drinks and cigs, laughs with jokes, an apartament with a kitchen. The death boy couldn't die as he wanted to live. He fed himself on the nightmares and deepest desires of the folks, turning them into a living energy that permitted him to live longer.

Logan was his best and only friend, Logan was the one who fought along side him for two other times during the World Wars, Logan was the one who kissed his forehead as to try and calm him down from the sounds of the bombarding sirens in the distance that came closer each second.

After the last World War they confessed their love to eachother and shared the bed too while being in the apartament. But the boy wasnt happy, the boy was sad.

He hadn't felt the sensation of a living and warm body in too much time. He forgot the feeling of everything in his hands.

He took off his gloves and looked at his hands, they were cold.

While sitting on the lap of the other he began to cry as he didn't know how to express his frustration. He cried and cried and said he wanted to know how Logan felt under his hands. So the other rested his head on the center of his chest and wispered an "you can touch me".

"I dont want to kill you" the boy said as he took of his gloves and watched as the hands shook in anxiety.

After some convincing the finally hugged the naked skin under him. It was warm and lively, he felt the beating heart pulsing in the veins and cried of joy, he didn't kill him.

How? He didn't know, he just knew his hands came back the color he was born with and weren't of that darkness anymore.

He laughed and kissed and hugged and cried. Logan's hands were on his waist now, hugging him tightly and smiling. He knew why the other didn't kill him. The other has his power constantly present as it fed on fears, the fear of hurting his loved ones was always there and thus the power was always active.

They fell onto the bed, the boy sitting with his legs parted on Logan and Logan keeping himself up with his elbows. Both were naked and bare, stripped naked pf their insecurities and bare like an open book to eachother.

"Till death, do they apart" that, was what the rings said as they rested on the dark oak wood of the small nightstand.

-The end

Reblogs, comments, likes and questions are all appreaciated!!!!

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Hey there, Delta! Not sure if you even care about that in the first place, but I just thought I'd let you know! I deleted my blog (cerise-on-top) and this is the one I'll be using from here on out! I won't be posting my writing anymore, though! Anyway, have a nice day! (Sorry for bothering you, I just thought I'd let you know so you still recognize me when I comment on your fics!) Also, that Wolverine fluff you posted was wonderful, I loved it so much! :D Sometimes all you need is to get a massage from Wolverine and maybe gib him a lil smooch on his cheek <3

Have a nice day! :3

Ofc I care Si!! But why did you delete your blog? Ofc its your decision and I have nothing to say abt it but still.

Anyway yes we need massages from him and all our worries go away! That thing its a mush of ideas I have for a fic so I thought I could post it and know if ppl wouldve like it

But were you recieving bad commens for posting your writing? Either way its your decision

Hope you are doing well Sun and dont forget to smile at least once a day! <33

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✓𝐆𝐚𝐳✓

- You are as beautiful as the day I lost you

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Mutant!Male reader x Wolverine

Flufffffff and thoughtssss

Being the big spoon after a cuddling session with our favourite honey badger and kissing the nape of his neck and gently moving our fingers on his abdomen while wishing him goodnight and telling him how much we love him?

On top of that it may be late dawn and after a good meal, a veer or two, a roasting session as love languange and some lumberjack work (yes we live with him not in the forest, but at the edges of the town with a nice dark red pick up sitting the the gravel lot at the side of the house) we are in bed passing our hand in his greying hair feeling how well they are maintained and how good they smell from the shampoo.

And don't forget him in another situation, still in bed but he is more loving than usual. I would like to think he would pass his hand in our greying hair and rest it on top of our chest feeling his fingers warm up to the beating of our heart. Alive. and watching his boyfriend sleep peacefully with the sheets covering him from the waist down.

Or better, after some work with the X-man (from the last film timeline), after lots of pleading and bargaining, he would finally let the other take care of his mutton chops for once.

Or when both are fresh out of the shower he would offer a massage on your back and oh god if his hands feel steaight up heaven, always going for the right spot, relaxing your muscles all the way down your lower back

"Like this? Does it hurt here?" he stopped, thinking for a moment then leaning in with a tilt of his head. His hands were still pressed at the end of your spine, applying some pressure

"Fuck, yes- it has been bothering me for weeks" your voice half broken as your head feel back on the pillow relaxing and closing your eyes

"I've got it bub" he wispered as he continued