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Casual groping wifh your f/o. Youāre just so obsessed with their body, you canāt resist grabbing them when you have the chance. Their lovely thighs, their chest, their ass, ā everywhere is yours. You just love to remind them.
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No but actually oc has a fear of abandonment and you saying jk will have to leave her for a while in the next chapters.. how will they handle it šš
they barely will :( thing is that oc is even a lil more broken at that time than she's now, so it's really not going to be easy :((( jk's mood will be š upon being away from her
#i always resist the temptation to post a snippet from the laaast cmi chap to show that there's hope tho lol#notes for rid š¹#anon#fic: colour me in
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HEAD RUB | Drabble Prompt
Spike lied with his back stretched on the couch, patches of bandages stuck on different parts of his body due to his wounds afflicted from his latest bounty hunt. But he wasn't alone. Niah was in close quarters to provide warm company, seated on the cushion beside his head, gentle motions of her hand threading through his wild mane as she stroked his dark hair while the T.V played some comedy sitcom.
He asked a few minutes ago ( as he watched her walked by ) if she could rub his head because of the pain that ravaged his limbs ( despite her pointing out, with a funny look about her face: ā would that just aggravate your headache even more? ā ) but he made a quick excuse, fiddling with her sensitive nature, that this pain, in particular was emotional - as if she'd ever fall for such irony from the only stoic man she'd ever known. The young woman chooses to humor him, though, since he doesn't often invite another for physical touches, but the bounty hunter knew her well enough at this point, that her natural inclination to offer comfort in general, whether suffering from the empty pain of bullet holes or emotional scars, was a habit she couldn't resist.
The back of his head now propped upon her lap, he lay there with eyes shut from his surroundings, relaxed, content as he felt the gentle gesticulation of her fingers continue weaving their way through his thick, curly strands that he could never quite care to manage to tame. And a faint hint of a smile lingers as he hums silently in pleasure.
*Bonus*
Spike: *His eyes stay closed as he starts purring*
Niah: *Stops stroking his hair* what
Spike: what
#you're a piece of earth that sparkles like rare gems of old <> š¹spike/niah#concrete roses: drabble#spike spiegel x reader#cowboy bebop fanfiction#cowboy bebop#cowboy bebop fanfic#spike spiegel x oc#spike spiegel x black reader#spike x black reader#x black!reader#the temptation of hope hangs in view <> verse 002#spike spiegel#don't tempt the beast with promise of domestic life <> concrete rose#[ earth girl ] visage <> niah
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having a request muses section is dangerous bc my brain is always like....why don't u just add every single muse you've ever written that's not on your muses list there....
#š¹ ( ššš ) : this is your local smol speaking#the temptation is real and i have to tell myself no bc that's just...too may muses....lol
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Imagine an ask game based on Taylor Swift eras hahaha I'm definitely not considering making that for an event
#(i absolutely am send help)#my inner swiftie is calling out to me#and i don't know if i should resist the temptation šš#because i have so many drabble ideas based on taylor swift songs so š§āāļø why not potentially turn into an ask game#taylor swift#oc ask memes#oc ask game#ideas??#rosie ramblings šš¹
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"If Adam continues to use Hell as his dumping grounds, I don't know that we'll have a choice but to get involved."
"Don't give two shits about what is going on in heaven. The place was a mess when I left. I imagined it would be a mess now. As long as this doesn't spill in my turf it's not my biz."
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ā¢ law masterlist ā¢ other characters masterlist ā¢
Key: ā¤ļø = fluff š§= angst š¹= suggestive š„= nsfw
Monkey D. Luffy Patching up Luffys Woundsā¤ļø Luffy comforting you after a nightmare ā¤ļø Ways That Luffy Wordlessly Says "I Love You"ā¤ļø New Years Kisses ā¤ļø Waiting for Luffy to Wake Up After Marineford ā¤ļøš§ Luffy noticing your nails Painted ā¤ļø Clingy Luffy ā¤ļø Late Nights ā¤ļø Jerking off Luffy š„ Wheel of Pleasureš„ Premature Ejaculation š„ you get hurt š§ Luffy helping needy readerLuffys scarā¤ļøEating with Luffy ā¤ļøLoving Luffy ā¤ļø
Roronoa Zoro Patching up Zoros Wounds ā¤ļø "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one" ā¤ļø Ice Skating With Zoro ā¤ļø Ways That Zoro Wordlessly Says "I Love You" ā¤ļø Long Live ā¤ļø Injured Zoro and Desperate Kissesā¤ļø New Years Kisses ā¤ļøš¹ Skincare with Zoro ā¤ļø Being Needy š¹ Seeing Your Long Hair For The First Time ā¤ļø Three times You Tried to Confess to Zoro and the One Time That You Did ā¤ļø Digital Temptations š„ Halloween Mirror Sex š„ Premature ejaculation š„ Eating you out š„ Zoro + praise š„ When you fake it š„ Loving Zoroā¤ļø
Vinsmoke Sanji Patching up Sanjis Wounds ā¤ļø Paper Rings ā¤ļø Halloween Cooking with Sanji š¹ Three Times You Tried to Confess to Sanji and the One Time That You Did ā¤ļø Happy Birthday (to you) ā¤ļø Ways That Sanji Wordlessly Says "I Love You" ā¤ļø New Years Kisses š¹ Early Morningsā¤ļø "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." š¹ Premature Ejaculation š„ Loving Sanji ā¤ļø Sweet Like Honey š„
Usopp Charades with Usoppā¤ļø
Strawhats Strawhats first introduced to a strong readerā¤ļø
Nami with a sweet and loving boyfriend (headcanons)ā¤ļø
Robin with a sweet and loving boyfriend (headcanons)ā¤ļø
#one piece x reader#strawhats x reader#luffy x reader#zoro x reader#monkey d. luffy x reader#roronoa zoro x reader#sanji x reader#vinsmoke sanji x reader#usopp x reader#nami x reader#nico robin x reader#robin x reader
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Love in the first half or March 2024š
Pick a card readingš
Hello everyone! March is here so I guess that everyone is curios how this month will be for them. This is a simple and a short guidance reading in love for the first half of the month.
Pick the pile that you are most drawn to and scroll down to read about your love situation in the first half of March.
Takes what resonate with you because remember that this is just a general reading and it might not apply for everyone.
Don't forget to like/reblog/comment and follow me! I would really appreciate it because it will help my blog grow!
So let's get started! Enjoy!š
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Pile 1š§øā¤ļøš§øā¤ļøā„āæā„
štemptation and seduction - being swept off your feet
š being blinded by emotions or desires - need to be cautious and use discernment
š being caught up in fantasy or unrealistic expectations
šbeing influenced by illusions or false promises - easily swayed or manipulated
šbeing at a crossroads and needing to make a difficult decision
š being vulnerable to deception or betrayal
š need to trust your instincts and intuition
šneed to take a step back and reassess the situation
šneed to be honest with yourself and others
špatience, hard work, and dedication will pay off in the end
špossibility of starting a family or expanding your current one
š being practical and grounded in your approach to relationships and finances will lead to success
šoverall, a time of happiness, abundance, and prosperity in all aspects of your life.
štime for pampering yourself, creating a beautiful environment
šcelebrating life, enjoying the finer things
šshowering loved ones with affection
š embracing the beauty in life, finding joy in the little things
š communication is key in your relationships, make sure to express your needs and listen to the needs of others
šyou may feel overwhelmed at times, but remember to stay focused and keep pushing forward
šconsider seeking advice or guidance from a mentor or trusted friend to help you navigate challenges
šself-care is important during this time, make sure to take breaks and recharge when needed
šoverall, stay committed to your goals and have faith that things will work out in the end.
āļ½”ā§ĖŹÉĖā§ļ½”ā You can deal with:
šømusician
šøfashion designer
šøphotographer
šøcreative directors
šøgraphic designers
šø make-up artists
šøhair stylists
šø choreographers
šøevent planners
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Pile 2Ā°Ėā“āµāļ½”Ā° š¹ ā©š
š¹ being receptive to guidance from a higher power or spiritual realm
š¹trusting in divine timing and surrendering to the flow of life
š¹emotional healing and introspection
š¹ tapping into your intuition for creative inspiration
š¹maintaining a sense of mystery and allure in relationships
š¹seeking solitude and introspection to gain clarity on a situation
š¹connecting with the divine feminine/masculine energy within yourself
š¹finding balance between your inner world and outer reality
š¹ embracing the unknown and allowing yourself to be guided by intuition and instinct
š¹appreciating the simple pleasures in life, focusing on what truly matters in life
š¹ building a strong foundation for your future, planning for the long term
š¹ being cautious with your resources, being prudent with your investments
š¹working together as a family to achieve common goals
š¹ celebrating the achievements and successes of your family
š¹being there for each other in times of need
š¹ creating a sense of security and stability for your family
š¹cherishing the memories and traditions of your family
š¹ego-driven conflicts, arguments and conflicts
š¹ jealousy and possessiveness
š¹competitive behavior in relationships
š¹ possible power struggles in relationships or at work; be aware of manipulation or control issues
š¹need to assert yourself and stand up for what you believe in
š¹ keep calm and stay focused on your goals, despite challenges and conflicts
š¹ communication breakdowns may occur, so be clear and concise in your interactions
š¹ work on finding common ground with others rather than focusing on differences
š¹ seek compromise and understanding in difficult situations
š¹overall, stay true to yourself and maintain your integrity, even in the face of adversity.
āļ½”ā§ĖŹÉĖā§ļ½”ā You can deal with:
šøarchaeologists
šøarchitects
šølandscape designers
šø psychologists
šøestate agents
šøchild protection officers
šøhome decorators
šø art collectors
šø surgeon
šøwedding planner
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šself-destructive behaviors and unhealthy relationships
š disharmony and imbalance in relationships
š being trapped in a cycle of negative patterns
šneed to break free from toxic influences and embrace positive change
šre-evaluate your relationships and make healthy choices
šseek balance and harmony within yourself before seeking it in relationships
šbeing drawn towards unhealthy habits or relationships
šbeing consumed by negative emotions and behaviors
šthe importance of setting boundaries and prioritizing your own well-being
the necessity of letting go of toxic relationships or situations in order to find true happiness and fulfillment
šfuture - moving on, accepting what cannot be changed, finding peace and healing
š potential for renewal and growth if you can find the strength to move forward and seek out new opportunities and experiences. It encourages you to focus on what you still have rather than what you have lost, and to seek support from others to help you through difficult times.
šstepping out of your comfort zone in the name of love ,taking risks for the sake of romance
š feeling alive and invigorated by the excitement of love
šembracing the uncertainty of new relationships
šbeing swept off your feet by a whirlwind romance
š allowing yourself to be vulnerable and open to love
š seeing the beauty in every moment spent with your partner
š choosing to follow your heart instead of your head
š committing to a future filled with love and adventure
šcreating new memories and experiences with someone special
šfeeling a deep connection and understanding with your partner Ā§
šembracing the magic and wonder of love
šdon't be afraid to open up and share your emotions with your partner or potential love interest, communication is key in any relationship.
šexplore new hobbies or activities together to create lasting memories.
šemotional depth, creativity, and intuition; stay true to your feelings and follow your heart in all aspects of your life; be open to new experiences and relationships, and remain true to your ideals and dreams; trust that love and fulfillment are on the horizon.
āļ½”ā§ĖŹÉĖā§ļ½”ā You can deal with:
šøprofessional fitness instructor
šønutritionist
šøchef
šøteacher
šøphotographer
šø business owner
šøevent planner
šølawyer
šøjournalist
šøinterior designer
šølandscape gardener
#pac#pac readings#pick a card readings#tarot#tarot readings#pick a pile#pick a pile readings#pick a picture#pick a card reading#pick a card#astro notes#witch#tarotblr#tarot spreads#tarot pac#pac reading#pac tarot readings#pac tarot reading#pick a pile reading#pick a pile tarot#tarot community#tarot witch#tarot blog#psychic readings#law of abundance#pick a photo#pac tarot#tarotcommunity#tarot cards#tarot reading
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What Each Tarot Card Reveals About Your Romantic Life! šš®
Hey everyone,
Ever wondered what the tarot cards say about your love life? Whether youāre looking for clarity on a current relationship or hoping to uncover what the future holds, each tarot card has its own message when it comes to romance. Hereās a breakdown of what each card can reveal about your love life. Get ready for some love insights! š«š
The Lovers: This card is all about deep connections and meaningful partnerships. It often signifies a strong romantic bond or a choice between lovers. Expect passion and harmony. š
The Empress: This card represents abundance, nurturing, and fertility. In love, it suggests a period of growth and emotional fulfillment. Itās a great sign for those looking to expand their family or deepen their relationship. š¹
The Two of Cups: This card symbolizes partnership, mutual respect, and attraction. Itās a positive sign for new relationships or deepening existing ones, highlighting a strong emotional and romantic connection. š
The Four of Wands: This card represents celebration and stability. In love, it indicates a happy relationship milestone, such as an engagement or a significant commitment. š
The Star: This card signifies hope, healing, and inspiration. In the context of love, it suggests that a period of renewal and optimism is on the way, bringing healing to past wounds. āØ
The Sun: This card is all about joy, positivity, and success. In love, it indicates a bright and happy relationship, full of warmth and shared happiness. š
The Ace of Cups: This card represents new beginnings in love, emotional fulfillment, and spiritual connections. Itās a great sign for new romantic opportunities or a fresh start in a current relationship. š§
The Ten of Cups: This card symbolizes emotional contentment and lasting happiness. Itās a sign of a fulfilling and harmonious relationship, where dreams and goals align beautifully. š”
The Hermit: This card suggests introspection and solitude. In love, it may indicate a need for personal reflection or time apart to gain clarity on your feelings and desires. š
The Devil: This card can represent temptation, obsession, or unhealthy patterns. In love, itās a reminder to address any issues of dependency or control in your relationship. š„
The Tower: This card signifies sudden change or upheaval. In a love context, it may suggest a shake-up or revelation that will lead to growth and transformation in your relationship. ā”
The Hanged Man: This card represents a period of waiting or suspension. In love, it may indicate the need to pause and reflect before making any major decisions about your romantic life. ā³
The Fool: This card is all about new beginnings and taking risks. In love, it suggests a fresh start or a spontaneous new romantic adventure. Itās a call to embrace the unknown with optimism. š
The Moon: This card symbolizes intuition, illusions, and emotions. In love, it can indicate confusion or the need to trust your instincts to navigate your romantic situation. š
The Magician: This card represents manifestation and potential. In love, it suggests that you have the power to create the romantic relationship you desire through intention and action. āØ
Curious about how these cards might apply to your love life? Feel free to reach out for a paid and personalized reading at: š
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The joy of carnality
Sfw, potentially suggestive (no bits or tits), I was inspired by cannibalism as a metaphor for intimacy
Ā°. ā¢āź°įš¹ą»ź±āā¢ .Ā°
I love the smell of your perfume. It was sweet and filled my nose like a deadly smoke, warning me of the danger ahead.
And yet I proceed, holding you as you kiss my neck. Your bites were harsh, but I loved them all the same, your lips soothing the damaged and tender skin. Relishing in the way you devoured me, my eyes shut as I inhale your captivating scent by the lungful.
Your lips stain red with blood as you rip through the tender meat of a lamb. Your pearly white teeth, neat as a military graveyard, blood tainting their pristine white, like a wolf biting into a fresh kill. I imagine it's my blood instead, indulging on my flesh with grace as you chew through each piece of meat, sipping my tears of bliss as if wine in your silver goblet.
I adore your smile. The fangs in your mouth are just a tease and a delightful rush for my poor soul and bring me down to my knees. Silently, I plead with my eyes to give into the sin of devouring my depraved skin.
The sound of your moans when you feast on me sends me to hell and burns my skin with the fires of passion. For the temptation of your hunger drives me mad in the best ways I've ever known. How you hum and giggle in delight as you taste me. Elegantly thin fingers hold me as you sigh with satisfaction, your gluttony satiated for now as I lay unfurled and a mess from your love.
Ā°. ā¢āź°įš¹ą»ź±āā¢ .Ā°
#idk what to put in the tags#I have been juggling my love for warhammer and phantom of the opera#so we're posting this so both hyper fixations get some nourishment#Another non character specific fic for the pookies#I hope you enjoy!#sanguinius x reader#Konrad curze x reader#Erik destler x reader#phantom of the opera#warhammer 40k#x reader oneshot#my writing#Sanguinius x reader#cod x reader#ghost x reader#nikto x reader
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Devilish Desires 5/9?
Dangerous Temptations, Irresistible Touch šļøā¤ļøāš„š¹āļøš¤š»š±ļø
Sub!Logan Howlett x Dom!OC (They/Them)
Summary: Logan, typically guarded and dominant, finds himself captivated by E, a mysterious being with a devilish allure and ancient presence that challenges his control.
Context: This story unfolds 'within' the "Days of Future Past" new timeline, during Logan's early years as a history teacher at Xavierās School. Itās set well before his consciousness from the original timeline reconnects with him in 2023, as seen at the filmās end.
Content Warnings (for the whole story): Smut 18+ (Dry humping, Edging, Unprotected p in v.) - Dom!Logan into Sub!Logan - Pet Names (Good boy, pretty boy, pet, pup, amongst others...) reversed age gap (Logan is younger) - OC Notes: Established name, backstory, powers, fighting style, female body but gender fluid character (Logan misgender them at first because he doesn't know, even in the descriptions) - Mention of other character from the MCU and subtle references to the comics for flavor (not mandatory to understand what is happening) - Flash back and mention of past trauma - Very quick mentions of drugs - Fluff with Dark Undertones: Emotional tension and possessive affection - Worship Themes: Religious imagery, reverent language and awe - Ancient Mysticism: References to otherworldly or demonic presence - Mental Health: Power dynamics, personal vulnerabilities - Trope: Rivals to lovers.
I'm back after 10 years of iatus and fairly new to how things are done on tumblr now, so sorry if I missed any warnings. Also english isn't my first language so there might be typos/weird sentences...
Notes: Got very inspired by sub!Logan and repeated listening of "Between wind and water" by Hael. Cover made with canva from an idea I got from this post. If you know who made the picture, tell me so I can credit them - Click on the divider to find the creator. Also this was meant to be an imagine turned into a full story. Just so you know, some chapters are very short, other are long. I'm in the process of editing/writing/rewriting parts so I'll post a chapter everytime I have one fully edited.
Finally, we're here! I had this chapter partialy written since ages (I think it was the first one I wrote) and it's now out for you to read \o/ It's time for some revelations :D (Sorry in advance for the bucket of lore coming your way XD ) I'm so excited, I really hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I liked writing it :D It's time to feed the hunger again :D
Need some music? I've got you I wrote the second scene with this particular song in repeat
Previously: in Devilish Desires
Chapters: 5/9?
Word Count: 8.7K / 50K+ for now
The hum of the Danger Room felt more intense from the command center, each vibration resonating in Logan's bones as he leaned against the console, eyes locked on the floor below. It had been two days since the sparring session, and in the day that followed, the team had decided E would face this trial. Logan had offered them a few words of advice about the Danger Room's unpredictabilityāthe way it tested not only skills but instinct and resilience. Now, as night had fallen, the room thrummed with anticipation.
On the other side of the glass, E stood in the center of the vast metallic space, their posture deceptively relaxed. But Loganās keen eyes could see the tension in their muscles, coiled like a spring, ready to be unleashed. Their hair was down, swept back into a half ponytail to keep it out of their eyes, but still falling like a thick curtain down their back, where the glint of metalāperhaps just a trick of the lightāflickered beneath. The simple sport attire they wore clung to their frame, unadorned except for the three bracelets catching the cold light on their left wrist, while their bare feet flexed against the smooth floor. Their gloved fingers twitched, as if itching for movement, a restless energy building in the charged silence, waiting for the simulation to come up around them.
āThey look confident,ā Jean remarked, eyes narrowed with mild curiosity, but there was an edge to her voice. Logan didnāt respond, jaw tightening. There was no point sharing how skilled E was; they were about to witness it with their own eyes.
āThey better be more than just confident,ā Scott muttered under his breath, arms crossed as he cast a skeptical glance at Charles. The professor remained composed, hands folded on his lap, as if waiting for something only he could anticipate. With a few practiced keystrokes, Hank finally configured the simulation.
Below them, the virtual reality sprang to life, the soft whisper of machinery and the flicker of artificial lights surrounding E's silhouette. The walls shifted, blocks emerging from all around the room as pixels spread over their surfaces, multiplying and transforming into the textured sprawl of an urban mazeāalleys and crumbling rooftops taking shape around them. The objective was simple: evade, outmaneuver, survive. A test of adaptability.
E moved, graceful and quick, weaving through the fake streets, their movements precise and calculating. Logan's eyes followed every twist, every sudden dart, watching as their focus turned sharp. He knew that they were dancing on the edge of instinct and training, the latter being a completely new experience.
āFast,ā Kitty admitted, a touch of surprise lacing her words.
Scott's arms tightened across his chest, eyes fixed on E as they moved fluidly through the simulation. āSpeed doesnāt always win fights,ā he countered, his gaze unwavering as he frowned at the holographic city. The hint of critique in his tone made the others nod in agreement, their silence suffocating.
But Logan couldnāt help the snort that escaped him, a brief flash of irritation twisting his features. He masked it quickly by clearing his throat, but the sharp sound had already drawn their attention. Eyes shifted to him, brows lifting in question, but he remained silent, jaw set tightly as he turned his gaze back to the floor below.
āI donāt see why you insisted on this, Charles,ā Hank said, the low rumble of his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the room. His analytical eyes narrowed slightly as Eās pace faltered. What was happening? Logan's hands twitched at his sidesāsomething was wrong. Tension rippled through the command center as each person silently judged every move they witnessed. E was keeping up, for now, but not without effort.
āYeah, whatās so special? Just another pretty face with tricks,ā Bobby added with a short, dismissive laugh. Loganās jaw clenched tighter, muscles shifting under his skin.
Charles steepled his fingers, leaning forward in his wheelchair with an unreadable expression. āPatience, my friends. Thereās potential there. Untapped, but itās there,ā he said calmly, though the confidence in his voice was met with a few skeptical glances.
Loganās teeth ground together as he watched them scrutinize, his muscles coiled with something raw, protective. This wasnāt just a trial for E; it felt like a trial for him, too, as if every dismissive comment was a thinly veiled accusation that he was thinking with something other than his brain.
Suddenly, a part of the simulated cityscape fractured with a metallic groan and came crashing down toward E. They twisted sharply, eyes wide, narrowly rolling out of the way as debris shattered where they had just stood. Dust plumed around them, and for a heartbeat, everything seemed to slow. Logan's hands clenched around air, claws itching, muscles flexing as if ready to leap down there himself.
The murmurs intensified, no longer masked by civility. Each comment jabbed at Logan, who could see the slight stutter in Eās movement belowāa shadow of hesitationāas the room adjusted, shifting to create new streets ahead while the terrain behind dissolved seamlessly into nothing.
āThat was close. Theyāre fast, sure, but is it enough?ā The criticism in Scottās voice was borderline caustic, hitting Logan like a sudden blow to the stomach.
āEnough!ā he said, voice cutting through the low chatter. Heads turned, surprised. He rarely broke his silence, rarely defended anyone outside his trusted circle. āYou all stepped into that room as first-timers once, too.ā The statement wasnāt loud, but it was like a shot ringing out, silencing any further mutters.
Silence hung for a breath. They exchanged glances, eyes sharp with wariness, doubt simmering just beneath. The shift was palpable, the tension stretching taut as realization sunk in: they thought he was under their influence, as if Eās enigmatic pull was some kind of intoxicating drug.
Below, E stumbled, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through their poise. The sight struck Logan, a sudden twist in his gut. āThatās it,ā he muttered, blood boiling, as he pushed off from the console, ignoring the startled looks as he strode toward the door.
āLogan, where are youāā Jean started, but he was already gone, the metallic door sliding shut behind him.
Their back pressed against the rough faƧade of an artificial, crumbling building, muscles taut as they scanned the street past the corner they were hiding behind, Eās heart raced. The air hummed with the ambient sound of clanking metal and distant combat. The Danger Room was more relentless than they had expected, its projections more immersive and intricate than they could have imagined. Every inch of their being screamed for focus, but exhaustionāand most of all, hungerāgnawed at their resolve. The weight of the command center's watchful eyes, laced with thinly veiled animosity, chipped away at their energy reserves, a constant, draining reminder of how unwelcome they truly were. They had known this would be difficult, but not this punishing.
As they prepared to move forward, a flicker of movement caught their attentionāa shimmering distortion in the air, just a few feet from them, cracking the illusion for a heartbeat. What now? Frustration and irritation surged within them as the projection rippled, revealing a familiar form stepping through the pixels. Eās eyes widened in surprise. Logan. His expression was stormy, unreadable as always, with a raw determination etched on his face. The glint of his left claws, half-drawn, made their breath catch for a split second before they realized he wasnāt there to attack. He moved swiftly to hide beside them, his back pressed against the artificial building. The air between them buzzed with the charge of their connection. Concern.
āWhat the hell are you doing here?ā E whispered, their voice harsher than intended. The slight breathlessness in their tone betrayed them, and Loganās keen senses didnāt miss it, catching the faint tremor at the edge of their stance.
His brows furrowed, deepening the lines carved by years of battle and unyielding reliability. āYou look like hell,ā he said bluntly, eyes searching theirs for the truth they stubbornly tried to hide. Up close, E could see the muscles in his jaw clenching, his instincts coiled tight. The primal protectiveness that had driven him past Jeanās concerned call was written in every line of his posture.
Above them, in the observation deck, the palpable, hostile energy grew, stoked by Loganās intervention. E gritted their teeth, feeling its force like a storm pressing down on them, threatening to break through their resolve. They held their breath, adapting to the oppressive weight with each rapid heartbeat.
āIām fine,ā E countered sharply once they regained control of their voice, though the claim rang hollow. They turned away, ready to press on, but Loganās voice caught them like a tether.
āYouāre not,ā he growled, inching closer, casting a shadow that darkened the line of their vision. The cold, glaring artificial sun above was a poor mimic of real warmth, but Loganās presence radiated heat, grounding them amidst the surreal chaos.
A silence stretched between them and E hesitated, a momentās pause in which the weight of their exhaustion threatened to spill over. The edge of their allure had dulled, they knew itāno subtle shimmer beneath their skin, no echo of energy. Where vitality had thrummed, there was now a draining emptiness, a void that was craving his touch, his admiration.
Loganās gaze sharpened as he took in the rapid rise and fall of their chest, the glazed weariness in their guarded eyes, the dullness to their horns, the fine sheen of sweat glistening on their neck, and the way their fingers twitched inside their gloves as if struggling to suppress a tremor. He couldnāt ignore how different they seemed from the fierce, fluid form theyād shown two days ago. His instincts screamed at him to act, to pull them out of this self-inflicted trial.
āE,ā he said, his tone softer now, the rough edge replaced with something raw, familiar. His right hand lifted, hesitating before landing on their shoulder, a steady weight that offered comfort.
They met his eyes, the defiance in their stare wavering briefly. For a breath, the noise of the Danger Room dulled, replaced by the heat between them. The test, the hunger, the harsh judgmentsāeverything faded as Loganās gaze anchored them. They nodded once, forcing a small smirk that Logan didnāt buy for a second.
āIām good enough,ā they murmured, the sharp edge of confidence slipping.
Logan didnāt flinch. His gaze didnāt waver, and the concern etched into his rugged features went far deeper than simple vigilance. It was something fiercer, more personal. āDonāt push it. You donāt have to prove anything.ā
āI do, actually,ā E said, glancing at the command center before meeting his eyes again.
The animosity above seemed to swell, the silent disapproval pricking at them like thorns, likely fed by Loganās gesture. They rolled their shoulders, shrugging off his hand in an effort to appease the unspoken hostility growing from the observation deck. They couldnāt keep up with this for much longer. They had to end this soon, or the consequencesāones they wouldnāt dare imagineāwould catch up to them.
With a deep breath, they set their jaw, the mask of sharp confidence snapping back into place. Pushing off from the wall, they squared their shoulders.
āLetās finish this,ā they said, their voice steady despite the strain.
Logan didnāt respond, but the look in his eyes as he fell into step beside them spoke volumes. This was no ordinary training exercise. The stakes had shifted, and he would be damned if he let anything happen to them.
With a shared glance, they pushed forward, moving through the chaos. The mechanical whisper of the Danger Room came back to life around them, roaring in Eās ears as they navigated the labyrinthine maze of twisted metal and simulated war-torn streets. Every turn, every shadow, tested their resolve. Every step was weighted by exhaustion, their body teetering on the edge of collapse, finding strength only in Loganās unwavering presence at their side. The extraction point glimmered in the distance, a brief beacon of hope.
But that hope was short-lived.
A metallic groan rumbled through the air as a shadow stretched across the ground. Eās eyes snapped upward, and their breath caught in their chest. Towering above them, metal plating glinting under the harsh artificial light, stood a sentinelāits towering form ominous and all too real. The red glow of its eyes sent a shiver down their spine as it powered up, joints whirring with deadly intent.
āWhat the actual fuck?ā they whispered, eyes wide as a brilliant laser beam split the air, barely missing them. They dove to the side, rolling onto the cracked pavement and pushing themselves up against a wall for protection, breathless.
Loganās gaze darkened as he pressed his back next to them, his eyes narrowing to sharp slits as he processed the sight. āReally, guys?ā he muttered, low and venomous, clearly directed at Scott and Hank, who undoubtedly had a hand in programming this nightmare. Fury coiled tight in his muscles, but he didnāt let it show. There was no time for angerāonly action.
āWhatās that thing?ā Eās voice, despite its edge, wavered.
āListen,ā Logan said, gripping their arm and forcing their wide eyes to lock with his. āThatās a sentinel. A robot designed to kill every mutant it sees. We need to take it down.ā His voice was as unyielding as steel, but beneath it lay something softerābelief. He trusted them.
Eās pulse hammered against their temples, but Loganās resolve wrapped around them like a shield, momentarily blunting the razor-sharp hostility pricking at them from the command center. They nodded, swallowing hard as they reached behind their back, fingers parting the curtain of their black hair as they curled around the cool metal of two big metal rings. With a swift motion, they pulled the circular weapons free, their sharp edges catching the artificial light. Chakrams.
Loganās brow arched, the barest hint of amusement twitching at the corner of his mouth. āWhere did youāā
He didnāt get to finish. The sentinelās red eyes flared, and another beam cut through the air. Eās eyes widened as they registered the attack a heartbeat before it struck. With a surge of adrenaline, they shoved Logan hard, propelling him out of harmās way as they dove in the opposite direction. The ground shook beneath them as the beam exploded against the wall, scorching the surface where they'd stood mere seconds ago, debris scattering like shrapnel.
They hit the ground with a grunt, pain sparking up their shoulder, but there was no time to dwell on it. Pushing themselves up, E glanced over at Logan, who was already rising, eyes narrowed with a mix of frustration and admiration.
āNo time to chat, pretty boy,ā E muttered, gripping their chakrams between their indexes and thumbs as they locked eyes with him. Logan gave a sharp nod, the sound of his claws unsheathing a cold metallic promise.
Together, they moved with the seamless coordination of two souls bound by an unspoken connectionālike a red thread pulling them through the chaos, guiding their every move. E darted forward, using their agility to keep the sentinelās attention, chakrams slicing through the air with deadly precision. Each throw found a weak pointājoints, sensors, anywhere that could be chipped away to disrupt its functioningābefore returning to their fingers, drawn back by the essence they had infused into the circular weapons long ago. The sentinelās massive hand swung in retaliation, narrowly missing them as they twisted out of its reach.
Logan took the opening, charging up the sentinelās back with the ferocity of a man who knew how to make every second count. His claws gleamed as he latched onto the metal plating, scaling the behemoth with a speed that defied logic. Sparks flew as he plunged his claws into the nape of its neck, tearing through wires and circuits with a snarl.
The sentinel stuttered, its movements jerking as it faltered. With a final, violent lurch, it began to collapse, metal shrieking as it toppled forward like a giant felled by time itself. Logan leapt down, landing in a crouch just as the robot crashed to the ground with a sound that echoed through the chamber.
E turned, breath heaving, as the dust settled around them. Relief surged in their chest, but the victory was fleeting. A sudden noiseāan ominous creakārippled through the air. Eās eyes snapped up just in time to see a chunk of debris, dislodged from a nearby structure, plummeting toward them.
Before they could react, Logan was there, moving faster than seemed possible. He grabbed them by the waist, yanking them to the side as the debris smashed into the ground where they had just stood. The impact threw up a pixeled cloud of dust, metal dressed in a stone-like sheen skittering across the cracked surface.
Loganās arm stayed wrapped around them, the weight of his protective embrace more solid than the chaos surrounding them. For a moment, everything was silent except the pounding of their hearts. E looked up at him, eyes wide and stunned, and caught the raw, unguarded look on his faceāone that spoke of fear and relief mingled with something deeper.
āYou good?ā he rasped, voice low and tight.
E nodded slowly, catching their breath as he released them from his hold. The warmth lingered on their skin and their throat became dry, forcing them to clear it. āYeah,ā they whispered, the reality of their near miss finally sinking in. The sentinel was down, but it wasnāt over. Not yet. Though, with Loganās eyes locked on theirs, the weight of the hostile energy above felt a little less suffocating.
Around them, the holographic shield shimmered and fizzled out, leaving an eerie silence in its wake as the walls of the Danger Room shifted and retracted, returning the space to its usual stark, featureless expanse. The air was thick with tension, the adrenaline still pumping in their veins.
E couldnāt help but smirk, the exhaustion still gnawing at them but not enough to mask the small victory. āI think we make a pretty good team,ā they said, their voice betraying the tremor of weariness that ran deep.
Logan shot them a sideways glance, the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite the concern still written on his face. āYeah, just donāt get used to me saving your ass,ā he muttered, though his words lacked the usual bite. Beneath the gruff tone, there was something softerāalmost affectionate.
E raised an eyebrow, a challenge dancing in their tired gaze. āOh, donāt worry,ā they teased back, reaching behind and slipping their chakrams into the small crochets sewn into the back of their tunic, where they rested securely, hidden beneath their long, disheveled hair. They opened their mouth to say more, wiping sweat from their neck, but before the words could form, the door to the Danger Room slid open with a hiss.
Loganās instincts flared to life, sharper than ever. He moved in front of E without hesitation, his broad form a solid wall between them and the approaching team. His eyes darkened with barely suppressed rage, chest heaving as he fought to control it.
āWhat the hell, guys?ā Loganās voice cut through the silence, rough and seething. āThis was supposed to be training. You used a fucking sentinel? On someone whoās never used the Danger Room before?ā His glare was as raw as his voice, daring anyone to challenge him.
Scottās jaw tightened, meeting Loganās gaze with a stoic defiance. āWe needed to see what they could do in a non-controlled environment,ā he countered, his cool tone only fueling Loganās fury further. The tension between them thickened, crackling with unspoken animosity.
Logan took a step forward, fists clenched, eyes blazing with unrestrained aggression. His face flushed red, a clear warning that he was dangerously close to losing it.
āLogan.ā The calm, steady voice of Charles Xavier sliced through the tension, his wheelchair gliding smoothly between them. His eyes held a mix of reproach and understanding. āIt was indeed a bit too much,ā he acknowledged, addressing the group. āBut weāve learned something valuable. E showed they can work with the team. They fought well with Logan.ā
A small scoff escaped Scottās lips, the sound turning Loganās rage into a furnace. āOf course, they did,ā Scott muttered under his breath, his gaze flicking between them. āItās easy for lovers to fight in sync.ā
The words struck like a match to gasoline, igniting the fire in Loganās chest. His jaw clenched so tightly it felt like his teeth might crack. He moved forward, but a cold handātrembling, far lighter than it should have beenālanded on his forearm. The movement froze him, and he glanced down, meeting Eās gaze. Their face was pale, drawn, the defiance in their eyes replaced with an exhaustion so profound it was almost tangible. Their knees buckled slightly, and in an instant, Loganās anger was gone, replaced by a wave of deep, gut-wrenching concern.
He reached out, catching them in his arms, steadying them as their body swayed. āEasy,ā he growled, his voice softening, becoming more protective. His focus shifted entirely to them, every instinct urging him to shield them from the glare of the team.
With a quick glance at the others, Loganās eyes hardened again, colder than ice. āThis isnāt over,ā he spat, teeth bared in a silent promise, his words dripping with warning. He didnāt care to explain further, focusing instead on E. Without another word, he gently guided them out of the Danger Room, his movements deliberate as he shielded them from the questions, the stares, and the storm he would unleash later.
For now, only one thing matteredāgetting them out of there and making sure they were okay.
The walk to Eās bedroom felt longer than it should have. Logan's arm stayed firmly wrapped around their waist, guiding them as their steps faltered. They leaned on him heavily, their usually sharp gaze clouded with exhaustion.
When they finally reached the door, Logan pushed it open, leading them inside and helping them sit down on the edge of the bed. E reached over their shoulder, carefully pulling the chakrams from their tunic and placing them on the bed beside them, the metallic weight a comfort against the soft fabric. With a sigh, they removed their gloves, setting them beside the weapons.
Logan stayed close, his eyes scanning their face, searching for any sign of what was wrong. Their breathing was ragged, an unusual warmth radiating from them as sweat slid down their skin. Their fingers clutched the blanket beneath them, as though it was the only thing holding them steady.
He sat beside them, the mattress dipping under his weight. He didnāt want to leave, not when they looked like they were hanging by a thread.
āLoganā¦ā Their voice broke, weaker than heād ever heard it, and a tremor ran through them. There was more than just exhaustionāthere was fear in their tone that made something in his chest tighten.
He shifted closer, brows furrowing as he studied them. āYou okay? You look like hell.ā
A faint, breathless laugh escaped them, but there was no humor in it. āThanksā¦ exactly what I needed to hear.ā The words came out flat, without their usual teasing edge. They tried to stand, legs trembling beneath them. āI just need an hourā¦ outside, and Iāll be fine. Itāsā¦ nothing.ā
Loganās reflexes were quicker than their unsteady movements. Rising too, his hand shot out, grabbing their arm before they could collapse. āNo way in hell youāre goinā anywhere like that. Youāre burninā up.ā
āIāll be fineā¦ā E muttered, trying to pull away, but there was no strength behind it.
He tightened his hold, eyes narrowing. āAre you on somethinā? Drugs?ā His free hand shot to their forehead before settling on their cheek, searching their eyes for any sign of intoxication.
They laughed again, hollow and cracked, leaning into his touch instinctively. āI wish it were that simple.ā
Loganās frustration flared, his patience thinning as he gripped both their shoulders between his hands. āWhat do you mean by that?ā
Their eyes met hisādark and shadowed with exhaustion, and something else. Something resigned. āI canāt live on food alone, Logan. I needā¦ more.ā
āThe hell does that mean?ā He wasnāt sure if he was angry, worried, or both. No, definitely both.
They swallowed hard, gaze falling as their voice dropped to a whisper. āEmotions. Desire, joy, lustā¦ worship.ā The last word left their lips like a breath, carrying a desperate weight that made his gut twist.
He went rigid, realization dawning on him. It was starting to make senseāthe way they came at him at first, their playful behavior, the way their energy surged when they sparred, how they seemed to pull at him without even trying. It wasnāt just empowerment, it was sustenance.
āNegative energy drains me,ā they continued, each word sounding like it took effort. āCriticism, doubt, disdainā¦ itās why Iām like this. Because of the teamāsā¦ distrust. But youā¦ youāre like a damn buffet to me.ā Their gaze locked onto his, more serious than heād ever seen it, a deep, ravenous hunger veiling their vision. āYour healing abilityā¦ itās dangerous for me. It makes me want to eat you alive. Itās hard to resist.ā
Loganās jaw clenched, processing their words. Finally, he asked, āSo, what the hell do you need to feel better?ā
Eās hand trembled as it reached up to cup his cheek. Their touch was light, hesitant, but it felt like fire against his skin. āThereās a solutionā¦ but I wonāt force you. Iād rather die than hurt anyone again.ā
Loganās eyes searched theirs, taking in the raw pain and sadnessāa vulnerability heād only glimpsed until now. Something deep inside him shifted.
āIf I can helpā¦ just tell me.ā
Their eyes flashed with desperation, a glimmer of something dark and intense. āKneel.ā
He stiffened, caught off guard. The command hung between them like a challenge. Their tone wasnāt harsh, but it carried weight he couldnāt ignore. He could push back, deflect, but then they whispered, āPlease.ā The word, almost a cry, trembled out of their lips.
The softness of it cut through his defenses. With a grunt, he exhaled sharply and sank to one knee, his eyes never leaving theirs, still unsure but unable to pull away.
E moved closer, the fabric of their sweatpants brushing against his nose, their unique scentāspice wrapped in smokeāfilling his senses and clouding his thoughts. Their tail slipped free, caressing his cheek like a soft, warm breeze. As the energy between them shifted, Logan caught sight of their horns subtly lengthening, the tips darkening to a crimson hue that shimmered with a subtle pulse.
āIs there anything about me you find attractive?ā Their voice was softer now, teasing but tinged with need.
Logan's gaze flickered to their hips for the briefest moment before he forced himself to look back up. āMaybe,ā he muttered, heat pooling in his lower belly.
E sighed, their tail trailing down his neck. āI can feel that. Your pulseā¦ itās quickening. Itās not enough to make me betterā¦ but itās a start.ā
Their fingers slid into his hair, gentle but firm, tilting his head back slightly. āTell me, Logan. What would you do to me if I let you touch me?ā
He swallowed hard, his breath shallow, unable to fight the images their words conjured. The pull in his chest tightened as if they tugged on it, firm and relentless. His voice dropped, low and feral. āIādā¦ Iād hold you by the hips. Smell you.ā
E shuddered at his confession, eyes closing as they soaked in his desire, a deep sigh escaping their lips. The strength they had lost was starting to return, slow but sure, coursing through their veins like a lifeline.
āYouāre not allowed to touch me,ā they whispered, their voice more commanding now as they felt his muscles tense under their tail. āBut I grant you the right to imagine it.ā
The impact of their words hit him harder than he expected, his reason struggling to keep control. His jaw clenched, and he felt Eās hand lightly combing through his hair, each stroke sending a sharp pulse of heat down his spine. The weight of their touch made his blood rush faster, thrumming beneath his skin, coaxing everything heād tried to keep buried to the surface without apology.
āKeep going,ā they ordered in a breath. āWhat else do you want to do to me?ā
Logan groaned low as E's hand tightened in his hair, forcing his gaze to meet theirs. Their eyes burned with something primal, hunger so raw that there was no room for hesitation. He knew that look, but this time, it wasnāt controlled or smoothāthere was desperation hidden beneath it, like a storm tearing through their soul, destroying everything in its wake. And that desperation was pulling at him, unraveling every shred of restraint he had left.
E's lips curled into a smile as they felt his struggle. āTell me, pretty boy,ā they cooed softly, their voice laced with an intoxicating sweetness.
He clenched his teeth, eyes shutting tight, fighting to push back the images flickering through his mind. He didnāt want to say it, didnāt want to admit it. But their power, the praise, their sultry words, were messing with him in ways he couldnāt resist, coaxing out the desires he kept buried deep inside. The energy swirling around them was intoxicating.
E's fingers curled tighter, pulling his head back, forcing him to look at them again. āUse your words. Be a good boy,ā they continued, their tail caressing his neck. āYou know you want to.ā
Logan growled, fighting the urge to let it all out. The shame mixed with desire was like a drug to them. He could feel itāE's energy was returning, and with it, the confidence they had lost just moments ago. Their posture shifted, becoming more commanding, more certain, towering over him.
āWords! Now!ā Their voice crackled like thunder in his mind, no longer a request but an order, sharp and insistent.
His pulse pounded in his neck, and he knew they felt it tooāthe barely controlled beast inside him, clawing to break free. āYou sure you can handle that?ā he muttered, voice rough and strained, as though dragging each word up from the depths of his soul. The restraint cost him dearly, but their nearness made it impossible to hold back.
Eās eyes, dark with a hunger that now matched his own, met his. āI need it, Logan. I need you.ā
The simple admission shattered the last of his resolve. Their gaze pulled him in, command and vulnerability twisting him tighter. His breath came harsh, uneven, his lips parted as the words slipped out before he could stop them. āYou want to know what Iād do?ā His voice dropped to a low growl, fingers curling at his sides, desperate to act on the vivid images in his mind. āIād pull you so close there wouldnāt be an inch left between us. Make you feel every bit of what youāve done to me.ā
A shiver ran through them, their chest rising as they drew in a shaky breath. The tension between them thickened, electric. Confidence surged in them, and they leaned into him, letting his energy flow through them like a wildfire finding dry kindling, a soft laughter bubbling in their chest.
āDonāt stop.ā Their voice, now more than a whisper, carried an edge of authority. āTell me everything that runs through that gorgeous head of yours.ā
Loganās breath hitched, muscles tensed with the war waged inside him. His gaze turned predatory, and he felt the last barrier of control splinter. He drew closer, his forehead almost touching their leg, so their scentāspice wrapped in smokeāwas the only thing filling his thoughts. āIād take my timeā¦ pulling your pants down. Start with your thighs, kiss every inchāā
Something snapped inside them. E gasped, the intense rush faltering as their grip on the bond loosened. A sudden softness overtook their movements, the intoxicating power that radiated from them wavering.
They stepped back abruptly as they came back to their senses, eyes wide with a mix of concern and regret. The haze in Loganās mind lifted, confusion colliding with clarity, his pulse still thrumming with the heat of the moment. He blinked, shaking his head as he caught his breath, eyes searching theirs. āWhatā¦ what was that?ā he asked, his voice soft with confusion.
āIām sorry, I should have been more careful,ā they whispered, kneeling in front of him, their hands trembling slightly as they reached for his cheek and shoulder, their composure slipping. Eās fingers brushed back a strand of his hair, gentle. āI got carried away. Itā¦ can happen sometimes, when the hunger is too strong. I lost control. I pushed too far. Iām so sorry.ā They studied him, their eyes scanning his face for any sign of damage. āAre you okay?ā E asked softly, their voice more tentative now.
āI guess so,ā Logan muttered, still unsure of what had just happened.
E slowly rose to their feet, one hand extended toward him. He exhaled, the last embers of their moment cooling, and took their offered hand. The tension between them now mixed with lingering desire and mutual understanding.
Logan felt the force of Eās strength as they effortlessly pulled him up, the realization hitting him that they were back to their full power. Despite the energy that coursed through them, embarrassment was written all over their face. āThank you, Logan.ā Their voice still carried the worry theyād shown a few seconds ago. He caught the shift in their demeanor, but his response came naturally. āItās okay.ā
E, however, wasnāt so easily soothed. Sitting on the edge of their bed, they shook their head, avoiding his gaze. "No. Itās not okay," they muttered. "A normal person could have been seriously hurt from that.ā Their words trailed off, and Logan could see the craving still burning behind their eyesāa flicker of something deeper, darker, barely restrained. āGood thing you heal fastā¦"
Their horns had returned to their smaller size now, but he knew that look. The hunger wasnāt gone.
Loganās eyes couldnāt leave them, and he sat beside them, the bed protesting under his weight. "You're not done, are you?" His tone was blunt but laced with understanding. "You need more."
E sighed, and for a moment, their confident, commanding presence crumbled, leaving them looking small, vulnerable, and uncertain. "Yeah, I do," they admitted quietly. "I've been hungryā¦ for most of my life. Pretty much since the day I awakenedā¦ which cost me someoneās life."
Logan didnāt push for details, though the weight of their words hinted at a story full of pain and regret. If they wanted to share it, they would. He wasnāt the type to force anyone into reliving their worst memories.
Instead, he asked a more practical question. "How do you usually deal with it? The hunger, I mean."
E's gaze shifted, as if deciding how much to tell him. "I find people who agree to let meā¦ feed on them." The word clearly didnāt sit right with them, the frown on their face making it obvious. "I go to clubs, feed on the emotions in the crowd, or find a lover whoās up for a night of pleasure."
Logan's brow furrowed, caught off guard by the ease with which they said it. He wasnāt a prude, not by a long shot, but the detachment in their voice was something else. It sparked his curiosity.
"What do you mean? You can feed onā¦ sex?" His voice was rough, but the question hung between them, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied their reaction.
A sad smile tugged at their lips. "Yeah, I can. I only did it onceā¦ and someone died." They hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I make them feel good instead. I feed on their emotions, not their life force. I'm a giver, only."
Logan blinked as the realization hit him. "So if you have sex with someone, they die?" The weight of it settled in his mind. "So that meansā¦ you havenātā¦ since?"
E shrugged, their expression resigned. "I havenāt had sex in the way you conceive it in roughlyā¦ 250 years, give or takeā¦ maybe itās 260. Time gets blurry after a while."
"Wowā¦" was all Logan could manage, his mind reeling from the thought. A pretty thing like them, not having been with anyone inā¦ centuries? His thoughts drifted, imagining it, and he felt his face warm slightly before he caught himself. But before he could hide it, E chuckled.
"I can sense youāre thinking about me again," they warned, a hint of humor glinting in their eyes despite the sadness. "Did I get too much into your head?"
Logan grunted, but a smirk tugged at his lips. "You wish." Still, he couldnāt shake the feeling that there was something here, something raw and uncharted. An opportunity that could satisfy the primal part of him always searching for moreāa connection that might, even for a moment, quiet his restless spirit.
āHow do you keep the hunger in control around the kids here?ā His voice softened as he spoke, more carefully this time, a rare edge of concern threading through his words.
A long, strained silence filled the space between them. Eās expression darkened, the raw vulnerability that slipped through making Loganās chest tighten. Their shoulders slumped, and for a moment, they looked impossibly small, their strength faltering under the weight of their admission. āI donāt.ā The words were soft, but the heaviness in them rang louder than any shout. āI havenāt properly fed since I got hereā¦ which is also whyā¦ I had that meltdown.ā Eās gaze faltered, a rare crack in their usually unshakable facade. "I donāt want to hurt them, Logan. They're just kids. Too innocent. Iā¦ I donāt want to corrupt them with this."
Loganās throat tightened as he processed the weight of their words. Their restraint was admirable, but the flicker of concern in his chest grew into something heavier, a gnawing worry that lodged deep. What if he hadnāt been there to help? Who would they have turned to? The thought unsettled him more than he cared to admit.
āMaybeā¦ā He hesitated, unsure whether his next words would cross a line. But they were already on the tip of his tongue, and his protective instincts pushed him to speak. āMaybe we could work out an arrangement.ā
E looked at him, brow furrowing in confusion, the weight of his offer hanging in the air. āWhat do you mean?ā
He leaned forward, his voice low but deliberate, eyes never leaving theirs. āWell, if Iām a walking buffet, might as well grab a bite now and then, right?ā He tried to keep his tone gruff, but the underlying implication was clearāhe wasnāt just talking about feeding.
They stared at him, disbelief written all over their face. Logan added quickly, āTo keep the kids safe, you knowā¦ā His voice dropped, edged with something deeperāa personal stake he couldnāt quite define.
Eās chuckle filled the room again, their eyes gleaming with amusement. āConvenient,ā they said, seeing through his cover but not arguing. If Logan was offering, who were they to say no?
āI mean,ā he carried on, voice low and rough, as he tried to push past the weight of their amusement. āNo strings attached, you know? Just a quick fix once in a while. Maybe you could try beinā a little selfish. Not just givinā, but takinā too, to blow off some steam.ā He leaned in a little closer, his words edging toward a challenge, a hint of something dangerous in the way he spoke.
A slow, teasing smirk spread across Eās lips, their eyes gleaming with something dark and playful and Logan couldnāt help but remember how he first thought they would be trouble. And, oh boy, had he been right. It was written all over their face again, but hell, maybe thatās what made life worth livinā. Though, instead of jumping into his offer, E shrugged, playing it cool. āYeah, sure,ā they said nonchalantly, āif youāre up for itā¦ And if you think you can handle my games." Their eyes glinted with amusement, but they left the offer hang in the air for a few heartbeats. "Maybe we can work something out.ā There was another pause. āJust to keep the kids safe.ā
Logan chuckled, the sound rough but laced with genuine amusement. āOf course. Just to keep the kids safe.ā Though, the words were more loaded than either of them were willing to admit.
Their eyes met, an unspoken understanding flickering between them before silence settled, thick and charged. Then, E stood, a shift in their demeanor as they moved with purpose. āSo, if weāre going to do this, might as well make it good for the both of us, right? What do you like most?ā They flashed a playful smile. āGuy? Girl?ā
As they spoke, their form shimmered, shifting into a strikingly handsome man. Loganās brow lifted, eyes narrowing as he assessed the change with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. The ease with which they wore this unfamiliar face made him feel both intrigued and guarded, muscles unconsciously tensing in response. Before he could fully process the thought, E shifted back into their original form, and he felt his heartbeat slow to its usual rhythm.
āWant me to look like someone you know?ā they teased, voice laced with something darker, a playful glint sharp in their eyes. Loganās gut clenched as Eās features rippled, reshaping into Ororoās elegant visage. The sight tugged at a memory of storms and shared battles, sparking a flicker of warmth that was swiftly overtaken by wariness. Then Scottās face emerged, stern and self-assured, making Loganās teeth clench involuntarilyāold rivalries resurfacing for a brief, silent heartbeat. But it was the final shift that gutted him: Jean. The phantom ache hit him hard, a rush of regret and want tangled in an old wound he thought long scarred over. He forced himself to stay stoic, the turmoil in his chest hidden beneath a practiced frown. Eās eyes glimmered with mischief as they returned to their usual form, gaze locking with his in an unspoken challenge.
But they werenāt done.
āWhat about plain old me?" The question carried a whisper of vulnerability, softening the edges of their usual bravado. Before Logan could catch his breath, they morphed again, this time into something unexpected: tanned skin glowing warmly, innocent blue eyes staring back at him, long, wavy brown hair that spilled down to their knees. The transformation stunned him, a contrast so striking it made the breath catch in his throat. The unfamiliar curve of their smile, the way their presence seemed more tender yet powerfulāit tugged at something primal, something he hadnāt expected.
Loganās gaze lingered, caught off guard as curiosity tangled with an unexpected coil of desire. He felt his senses sharpen, instinct flaring as the tension between caution and temptation thrummed just beneath his skin, daring him to stay composed, even as the line between control and surrender blurred at the edges.
Hell, they knew exactly what they were doin'.
He let out a low breath, eyes steady on them. "Take the one you like most," he said finally, his voice thick with the weight of it all. "Iām good with whatever. Might as well be comfortable, you know." There was a small pause before a few more words slipped out. "But I gotta admitā¦" He smirked, unable to hold back. "Leaves some interestin' ideas."
There was a spark of amusement in his eyes now, the prospect of what could come. So many versions of them, so many ways this could go.
Logan kept his cool on the outside, but his thoughts were racing. He wasnāt exactly shy about what he liked, and the way E changed forms so effortlessly was unlike anything he'd seen. The possibilities? Endless. And for a guy who'd lived as long as he had, it took something special to surprise him.
But as much as his mind wandered over the many options in front of him, there was still that feeling ā something deeper than just lust. Maybe it was the way E seemed so guarded under the teasing and power. The way they tried to make everything sound casual, even though Logan could see the weight of their long, lonely existence hanging on their shoulders. It made him pause.
He leaned back again, his hands on the mattress behind him, taking in their latest form ā tanned skin, long brown hair, blue eyes. It was tempting to let them become someone else, someone new every time. But then, something clicked. āYou donāt have to change for me, you know,ā he said, voice a little softer, but still with that signature gruffness. āI kinda like you the way you are.ā
The smirk on Eās face flickered, like they werenāt expecting that. It wasnāt just the words ā it was the way he said it. Like he actually meant it. They stood there for a second longer, holding his gaze, before they shifted back into the form they always wore until now. Still powerful, still beautiful, but now with a hint of vulnerability they didnāt usually show.
Loganās lips twitched, just a hint of a smile. āBesides,ā he added, his voice dropping lower, āIām not exactly picky. Just as long as you can handle me.ā
E chuckled, walking closer. āI think I can manage,ā they said, though there was a glimmer of something else in their eyes now. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was relief. Whatever it was, Logan wasnāt sure yet. But heād figure it out eventually. After all, it wasn't just about keeping the kids safe anymore. There was something more brewing here, and Logan could feel it.
But for now, he played along, letting the tension between them hang in the air. He knew this arrangement was going to get messy, but hey, hadnāt that been always the case for him? At least this time, heāll get some fun out of it.
Logan smirked, still taking in everything E had just shown him. Heād seen a lot in his time, but nothing like this. It was a display of pure power, confidence, andāhell, he couldnāt deny itābeauty. His curiosity got the better of him as he spoke, voice low. "Whatās your real form, anyway?" he asked, genuinely intrigued. "Andā¦ is E even your real name?"
E smirked, clearly enjoying the effect they were having on him. Slowly, they shifted back into the form of the young woman with the long, wavy brown hair that cascaded down to nearly touch their knees, tanned skin glowing faintly in the dim light. Their piercing blue eyes locked with his, intense and unyielding. The two horns above their hairline, now fully extended, had the sheen of polished obsidian, gradually darkening to a deep red at the tips, adding an almost regal fierceness to their look. Their thin tail moved with a life of its own, curling toward his cheek as it had earlier, the only constant in their shifting forms.
A pair of feathered wings unfurled from their back, the inky black plumage fading to a crimson red at the edges, casting subtle shadows across the room. It was an image of raw power and allure, both ominous and breathtaking in equal measure. But what really got him was the way their hips swayed as they moved closer, drawing his attention like gravity itself.
"This is my real form," they said, their voice soft but laced with power. "Once, I was Amrit, Amrit Kaur Singh. But that was centuries ago. When they revealed themselvesā¦ā Their wings twitched at their back, a subtle shift betraying old memories. āI became Ezekiel. Ezekiel Nepharael.ā E let the name float in the air between them for a couple of heartbeats. āI sometimes go by Eki or Zeek, depending on whether Iām feeling moreā¦ feminine or masculine. But for most people, Iām just E."
Logan felt like his mouth had gone dry, his eyes glued to them as the energy in the room practically buzzed around them. The wings, the tail, the hornsāit was like nothing heād ever seen, but damn if it wasnāt mesmerizing. His throat felt tight as he tried to form words.
"You like what you see, pretty boy?" E teased, their smirk widening as they stepped closer once again, a playful gleam in their eye. It wasnāt even a question, more like a statement of an universal fact. They could feel his reaction, sense the heat of his desire.
Logan, despite himself, nodded, a muscle in his jaw tightening as he struggled to keep composed. "Yeahā¦" he managed, the word caught somewhere between disbelief and desire, his voice rough and breathless under the weight of it all.
Eās smile softened, though, almost tender, like they were savoring every drop of the power they felt from him. It wasnāt just lustāthey could feel the admiration, the curiosity. They took a slow breath, as if inhaling his energy, their smile growing even more gentle before they pulled back, releasing the hold they had on him.
Logan blinked, shaking his head as if snapping out of a spell. āI meanā¦ā he cleared his throat, regaining a bit of his composure. āYeah, thatāsā¦ thatās okay, I guess.ā A smug smile curled on his lips.
E chuckled softly, the sound rich with amusement. They shifted back to their favorite form, casually sitting on the bed, still exuding the same undeniable confidence as if they were wearing something far more formal than their simple sportswear. "So," they said with a playful smile, "how do you propose we handle this arrangement, Mr. Howlett?"
Logan cleared his throat again, his gaze meeting theirs with an edge of concern. "Iām not gonna sell my soul to the devil, right?" he asked, half-joking, but there was a quiet unease gnawing at him, like something deep inside was warning him.
E chuckled again, shaking their head. "No, donāt worry. Iām only in the business of pleasure, not deals. And Iām a giver, remember?"
"Right," Logan muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he mulled over the details. "Wellā¦ whenever youāre feelingā¦ peckish, just knock on my door. Iāll do the same. If one of us doesnāt feel like it, then nothing happens. No strings. I donāt owe you anything, you donāt owe me anything."
E nodded, clearly pleased with the terms. "Fair enough," they said, but their smile turned sly again as they leaned forward, adding, "Anything youād rather avoid? Things you donāt like doing?"
Logan's mind flashed to the moment they'd almost shared a kiss under the stars a couple of nights ago. He felt a shudder at the memory of the pull he'd felt, like he was going to be drained dry. "No kissing," he said firmly. "Alsoā¦ maybe we should keep this between us. No one can know. Andā¦ well, if something makes either of us uncomfortable, we stop. No explanations.ā He paused, briefly considering, but nothing else seemed necessary. āYeah, thatās it. Thatās all I ask."
Eās smile softened, genuine this time. They nodded. "Agreed. Iāll have the paperwork for you tomorrow." Their eyes sparkled with amusement, and despite himself, Logan chuckled.
"What?" E asked, amused. "Iām still a lawyer, pretty boy," they teased.
This time, the nickname sent a new warmth through Loganās chest, one he wasnāt quite prepared for. Clearing his throat again, he stood up. "Well, if you donāt need me tonight, Iāll see you around, counselor."
E smirked, watching him intently, their eyes sweeping over his broad shoulders and the way he moved. "Of course you will," they purred, their voice low and full of promise.
He was halfway to the door when they called out. "Logan?" They waited until he turned to look back at them, their eyes softer now. "Thanks again. Andā¦ goodnight."
He gave them a small nod, his voice low as he responded, "You too." Without another word, he left the room, the weight of their offerāand whatever this was between themāstill lingering heavy in his mind.
To be continuedā¦
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Seven new ways for a passionate night rompšš
Kiss him and get seductive stories and attire!š¹
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Sacred Lessons of the Golden Desert
In glimmers, and songs, this taste of light metal the sparkling smell, the odour of age the shimmering truth, inspirational ether centra; a jewelry-filled, magical cage
In melodies' Neptune, the fork is still resting, and dances of diamonds make up for a show, if you will untangle these mysteries' nesting The Phoenix will rise and will fly where you go
Now listen to riddles which you will be given, and do not fall in to temptational song, the mermaids are very much eagerly driven of getting you off track, too far and too long
While stairs are of desert sand flowing you deeper your mouth will feel thirsty for heavenly air, and if you are worth it, yes, if you're a keeper this travel through deeps will feel safe and fair
Now, dance with the diamonds! See tapestry glimmer! you both will make up new interior design, these walls and art decor reflects your most inner, this part that is sacret and deeply divine
And suddenly gems of all colors are humming the melody of your own inner design and while your heart's bumping and dancing and drumming, you now feel this voice that is all most sublime
The glimmering cage is your heartās sacred aura a Wisdom you've searched for through ages of care; its walls have been carved with all sorts of old flora, its jewels - your chakras of magical air
Now - dance to your rhythm! Be true to your story! no, nothing of truth can be held with a lie, for sure you will stumble, not all will be glory, the crucial was that you got up - and tried.
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Teyvat Wonderland
TWISTED WONDERLAND x Genshin Impact Headcanons
This is inspired from the various Tumblr posts about Genshin x TWST
(A/N: THIS IS NOT A FULL STORY but it is written as one)
Ā Disclaimer: I am just a casual genshin player who donāt read its text lore too much nor an expert of having builds for DPS and such. This headcanon is just based on what I think they would have, idk how DPS, and support characters works)
Summary: What if TWST characters are in the world of Teyvat or the Twisted Wonderland works similarly to the world of Teyvat with their own visions (specific element) andĀ weapons as if theyāre regular civilians in that world or both Teyvat and Twisted Wonderland merged into one.
CHAPTER 0: A TRAVELER FROM ANOTHER WORLD
Letās say our twisted wonderland cast arenāt students but rather mere civilians living their lives. Yuu is still our isekai protagonist without a vision, Grim is our not floating Paimon who doesnāt fit to be a tour guide and Yuuās mission is not to find their sibling but rather find a way to go home in their world and by doing that, they need to travel the seven countries/continents to find clues of a way home.
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Tuna loving Companion
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CHAPTER 1: THE QUEENDOM OF ROSES
This is pretty much like Fontaine. A culture of different sophisticated parties, the home of tea and pastries, the art of theater and the land of justice ruled by the Hydro Archon, Focalors.Ā Just like in the Twisted Wonderland plot where Yuu first met the Heartslabyul. This is Yuuās first country to visit.
ā¤ Ace Trappola ā¤
Trickster Knight of Hearts
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Ace Trappola is a rookie soldier in the Queendom under Roseheartsā platoon. Heās very laid back as a soldier but can be responsible at times when thereās immediate danger or if thereās a senior nearby. He is the very first person Yuu met on their journey. He came across the duo after he got a report of a monster cat stealing a Strawberry tart.
Ā He caught Grim but Ace had enough temptation to eat it and so he did. Grim complained and Yuu caught the act. Ace, Yuu and Grim formed a mutual alliance to keep it a secret. They had a truce that Ace had to lie to the baker that the monster cat got away and Yuu to not tell anyone that he ate the tart or else his superiors will know.
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Knight of Spades and Cauldrons
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Deuce Spade is also a rookie card soldier from the Queendom but unlike Ace, heās a serious soldier who followed the strict laws of the country. He met Yuu and Grim when he caught them talking secretly with Ace in the back alleyway.Ā He may be one of the enforcers of the law but he did know how the mind of a criminal and a rule breaker works since he was once one of them.
As a former delinquent trying to reform, despite being just a rookie, Heās the bad cop while Ace is the good cop in their partnership. He is capable of interrogation and swearing if heās in a pissy and angry mood about it, for example if someone caught his nerves.Ā
Despite his newfound camaraderie with Ace, Yuu and Grim. He really canāt refuse his commanderās orders resulting to him being the one that spilled the beans and reports about the incident.
ā¦ Cater Diamondā¦
Knight of Shuffled Faces
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Cater Diamond is Ace and Deuceās senior in the workforce. He works as a spy for the Queen of Roses with his specialty magic of making multiple doubles of himself. Like Ace, heās pretty much laid back. Heās someone that you always see at the bar at night having a drink at some party. You would find him tending the rose gardens during his free time.
Cater is the Kaeya of the group. Heās pretty neutral to be honest and once hits on Yuu at their first meeting. When Riddle finds out about the truth about Treyās stolen tart, heās the one that helped Ace, Yuu and Grim find fake evidence and gather intel for their supposed innocence.Ā
ā£Trey Cloverā£
Knight of Sweet Roses
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Trey Clover is Riddleās right hand man in the platoon. Heās very approachable and understandable. Heās the only one to calm Riddle down and the mediator between Riddle and his men. For example, the card soldiers would always approach him to file and receive reports instead of going directly to Riddle.Ā
Even though heās childhood friends with his commander, he also has his secrets that he kept in regards to his relationship with Riddle. In truth, he really doesnāt want to be part of the Queendomās military but he did due to his worry for Riddleās wellbeing. In fact, he has a deep passion for baking.
It was Treyās family bakery that was involved in Aceās trial. Although he finds it ridiculous about the simple tart robbery that Ace and Grim got involved in. He was the one that insisted that Yuu would stand up as Aceās lawyer, although Yuu have any legit credentials for it. With Caterās help and his connections since heās so popular,Ā Cater and Trey assisted Yuu for evidence and credentials in the trial.Ā
š¹Riddle Roseheartsš¹
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Riddle Rosehearts is the adopted prince and head commander of the card soldiers for the queen of roses. He is a strict and unapproachable commander who finds difficulty in talking to his peers. The only people he would talk to are his mother, Trey and Cater. He doesnāt mind this since in his ideology, as long as they do things right, thatās what matters.Ā Ā
Upon hearing the tart incident from Deuce. Even if it was just a common robbery of tarts, Treyās family wasnāt the one that held the grudge but it was in fact Riddle.
A/N: I would love to read what your takes on this are.
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Scarlet froze. Like a deer caught in headlights as the sin moved around her, unsure of what to do in this situation. However, his next words made her blood run cold.
For a second, she really does think he might sell her back to Crimson and then it will all be over. She inhales sharply, trickles of sweat rolling down her face as she struggles to keep her composure, even as he Asmodeus forces himself into her person space. She wills herself to speak, to protest, to beg--anything. No sound comes out.
She gasps, finding herself pressed against his form. Her wide, fearful eyes looking up at the sin. The moment he mentions the word 'deal' she nods frantically. "Y-yes! I'll do it. I-I'm willing to make a deal with you." That's why she came here in the first place. Scarlet just hoped by the end of this meeting he wouldn't change his mind and follow through on his threat.
āCome on!ā The sin stood with his arms wide open, the lights in the room turning up showing his whole body better now. Spotlights focusing on him, almost like he was on a stage while one lights up on top of the lady. āWhere is your will to sell? Sell yourself to me. Why should I hire you?āĀ
The sin moves his claw to play with Scarletās hair, twirling her curls on the tip of his finger while he walks around her, stopping on her back.
āIām sure I could earn a lot of money just.. giving you back to Crimson.ā He leans in close, his face moving to the side of hers, laying his chin on her shoulder while tilting his head. A whisper comes out of his lips accompanied by flames on his voice. āBut that would be a dick move.. am I right? And I am not a bad guy after all.ā
Asmodeus grabs her arm, pulling her to a twirl while he shrinks himself, holding her body with one hand on her back, almost like they were dancing.Ā
āI can find some use for you, dear. But for that, we got to make a deal.āĀ
#š¹į“ Źį“ź±į“ ŹŹ į“É“Ź į“į“Źį“Ź É“į“į“į“ ź±į“ÉŖŹŹ Źį“ź± į“Źį“ŹÉ“ź±: ź±į“į“ŹŹį“į“#the delightful temptation
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