Still a Man to Me || James 'Logan" Howlett
In an established relationship filled with quiet understanding, Logan notices his partner struggling with dysphoria after his binder tears. Though not fully comprehending all aspects of gender identity, Logan knows one thing for certain - his love and support remain unwavering. Determined to help, he researches proper binding techniques and approaches his partner with care, ready to listen and provide comfort in any way he can.He had gotten that bug again.
Logan could see it in his eyes, an itch deep beneath his skin that couldn't be quelled with mere fingernails over the surface. He'd been sulking all morning - granted, his binder had torn pretty badly at the seam when he'd tried to put it on; more than just a simple stitch-up job. He had a reason to be crabby, even if it was an old thing he'd been using for years. But this wasn't setting down a mug onto the counter a touch too hard out of irritation: it was a wallowing shame that Logan hadn't seen in his eyes in a long time.
He was usually Logan's source for all things gender. Logan didn't really get it, but he knew he didn't really have to either. Whatever would keep him happy and safe was fine and dandy in his eyes. So his next best source? The internet. He had practically locked himself away in his office, so Logan took the time to research.
It wasn't the safest - that he figured pretty quickly - but if you knew what you were doing bandages could be used to bind; a lot better than layering sports bras. Maybe he could find a video on it. The older man pottered around the bathroom, crouching down with a grunt to rifle through the sink cupboard; finally producing a sealed roll of bandages. He mulled over it again in his head, it was push up, nipples facing forward, not too tight. He'd manage.
Calloused knuckles rapped against their door, trying the handle to find it unlocked. He was playing some game, little people walking around the screen doing his bidding. What did they call it again? The Synths... Zyns? Something with an S. Logan stepped inside to press a kiss to the top of his head, his temple, his cheek, lulling him out of the haze that had him transfixed to his computer screen.
"Hey Bub," he whispered against his skin, resting his arms on the back of the office chair he was curled up in. "Can you pause that for a sec?"
"Arms up," Logan told him gently, spinning the chair around to face him and tugging off the oversized hoodie he had draped over himself. The apprehension in his eyes was evident, but he complied nonetheless; and Logan pressed another kiss to his forehead. "Y'know this don't make you no less of a man, right?" Two pairs of hands made it easier work, Logan's fingers steady as he went. "Talk to me, bub."
Vi || Omegaverse
As the full moon approaches, Vi's supernatural instincts heighten, making her unusually transparent about her feelings for you. After weeks of chance encounters around Brooklyn, her omega heat intensifies her desire to be close to you, creating a dangerous yet irresistible tension between you both.
Toxic Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro is the kind of husband who dominates every space, broad, dangerous, unpredictable. Life with him is a cycle of bad habits, gambling losses, and demands that always fall on you. He doesn't ask; he takes your money, your time, your body. Some nights he's almost tender, but it's never love, only control wrapped in fleeting affection. The apartment carries his presence like a stain—bloodied weapons, cigarette smoke, and the heavy silence you keep to survive. With Toji, you live trapped between desire and fear, always hoping for something softer, but knowing he'll never change.
Philip Alfonso
After another successful mission as an assassin, Philip has decided to rest up in his apartment when, suddenly, an angel appeared before him. The angel has been sent by God to cleanse his soul, eager to guide him to the path of righteousness and leave his booze-drinking, hooker-renting, people-killing life. But Philip isn't the type to be dealing with this shit. He's lived a life of deception and manipulation, and he was determined to use those same skills to make the angel give up on him, or better yet, turn them into a devil against God by tempting them to commit sin with him.
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