SLUT FOR WRITING

Honestly no idea what the actual fuck I’m doing but I like to write and it’s shit so I’m sorry but I enjoy this shit. REQUEST ARE OPEN

[armie-hammer]

[ruinedchildhood]

RIP Jonathan Joss 

[vqmpirezz]

REMEMBER. gender is NOT the same thing as sex.

gender is what you identify as, while sex is what i'll be having with bob reynolds tonight.

stay informed.

[polilla-astral]

[eyelessfaces]

[prophetic-writer]

Reminder that it's totally normal to have a bad first, second, third, fourth and fifth draft.

[bertbbaggins]

After that it’s unforgivable and you’re a failure as a writer

[prophetic-writer]

Yeah after that they euthanize you

[steamy-linguine]

I will be finishing the lure of the siren series very soon I’ve just been swamped with school 😩

[texasbama]

Salutations. This is your Uncle Sam. And this is the Great American Game.

[ruinedchildhood]

[everythingfox]

Have you ever asked yourself: “What does the skunk say?” unmute to find out

[ruffboi-mags]

what a good and respectful wildlife interaction, from both sides!

[futch-dragon-milf-deactivated20]

@foxgirlwizard

[vicholas]

Who killed Hannibal?

[redwineiswater]

Before the front man was introduced Sang-woo was MY MANNNN

[steamy-linguine]

LMAOOOOO so real

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[steamy-linguine]

Behind The Curtain

Pairings: Bigby x Reader

A/N: Unedited, don’t kill me. Just another drabble. Read pt. 1 here

Warnings: Mature audience only 18+

The next few nights at the office were dull for once.

No incoming calls of new fables in need of a savior and no cases needed solving. It was strange, even he could admit it but he chose not to question this slim window of peace he was graced with.

He laid awake in bed, the winter clouds finally rolled in and rain fell against the window pane giving a gentle lull to sleep but he couldn’t find himself to subdue to their lullaby. He has discarded his shirt long ago, opting to just lay in bed in sweats trying to stare at the ceiling, even counting sheep to try and fall asleep but nothing worked for the wolf.

As he laid in bed he thought of Snow. She had been keeping their conversations very short, trying to avoid his gaze and as much as he was trying to respect that he couldn’t deny the fact that her sudden cold shoulder toward him didn’t hurt. Sure, he could understand that she didn’t care for him in that way but they were friends before weren’t they? Why couldn’t they keep that?

Oh, but he knew this could’ve happened once he told her but he tried not to think of the worse possible case scenario but given how Snow was, he had expected it and he was unfortunately right.

He pushed himself from his bed, grabbing his white shirt that was on the chair by his window and dressing it over him. He quickly changed his pants to something more fitting and he walked out of his bedroom.

Soft snores were heard coming from the living room as he turned and saw Colin, his friend that was a pig, lying on his chair sprawled out and sound asleep. Bigby could feel some small sense of irritation at the fact that Colin always chose to sleep in his favorite spot but he ignored the urge to say something. He was tired and there wasn’t any point in nagging him about it when he didn’t even want that spot currently.

He grabbed his keys and his black coat pulling it over his shoulders and he left the apartment unaware that the slam of the door made Colin stir awake.

***

The Pudding and Pie was not as packed as it was three nights ago. Not as many Fables lingering through the place but still enough to keep things running busy.

Bigby again ignored the lingering gazes and found his way to the bar, asking for the strongest drink again. He thanked the bartender quietly as he tipped him and took a drink from his cup.

He briefly glanced around, hoping nobody would notice him as he tried to blend in with the crowd but it was hard to do that when he always seemed to catch everyone’s eye especially of folk that didn’t think to fondly of him.

“Need some company sugar?” A woman’s voice pulled him from his focus. It was a fable, rapunzel possibly guessing from the long blonde hair that flowed down her back. She had on a two piece pink lingerie set, the bra open in the front exposing her chest but she covered with daisy pasties.

“I’m fine.” His tone was gruff and harsh and her cheeks immediately turned red at the sudden rejection making her walk off without saying anything else to him.

Bigby only had one woman in mind but she was nowhere to be found, not here at least. Raven was her stage name but he couldn’t think of any fable with that name, none that was coming to his mind but then again he wasn’t good with stories.

His job back in the day only consisted of playing the villian. Wrecking whoever’s life he came across without any care of who that person was.

He even went to work the next day asking Bufkin if he could search the books for a Raven and even he could not find a story on her.

A fable with no history. What was she hiding from?

The thought swirled in his mind since then but he had to wait for some answers. He finished his drink, placing it on the counter and the bartender grabbed his cup and walked off to go clean it. Bigby gave the club one more glance.

The neon lights that shone down from the ceiling painted the room purple and pink, blending in some of the corners as the music that blasted from the speakers muted the conversations that surrounded around him. His eyes scanned the room, looking for you but still nowhere to be seen.

He pushed himself away from the bar, feeling ashamed and embarrassed for even thinking to come in here to get another dance from you.

He walked through the club and out to the front, looking up at the sky. The rain had stopped thankfully but the smell of it still lingered in the air and he knew it would come soon.

He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and stuck on in his mouth and as he walked and lit one unaware of the oncoming bypasser on the sidewalk that he collided with shortly after lighting it.

“Shit!” It was you. You bent down grabbing the stuff that fell from your purse and tried to quickly grab whatever and stick it inside.

Bigby also bent down trying to help you collect your things and put it inside your purse. You looked up at him, the familiar smell of huff and puffs and liquor catching you off guard and you smiled when you saw the familiar face.

“It’s you.” You told him as you stood up and he handed you the red lipstick tube that he pocked up.

You took it from his hands and stuffed it in your purse. “What are you doing out so late Sheriff?” You asked him.

He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled the smoke in the opposite direction from your face. “I just stopped by the pudding and pie.” He admitted and instantly regretted it.

You smirked and he felt that same sense of shame again. He didn’t want you to think he was some creep.

“You on a case?” You asked.

He shrugged, “Just went to check things out.”

You nodded, “Ya sure you’re not looking for someone?”

You took a step closer, enjoying this little game you were creating. Since that night you gave him a dance, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way his eyes watched your every move, and how his hands found their way onto you.

“I…I might’ve been.” He replies deciding to indulge in this conversation.

You smile, “If you want a dance again all you have to do is ask.”

You looked at him through your long curled eye lashes and he could feel himself being pulled into your intoxicating grip yet again. It seemed that every time he got close enough to you, Snow was pushed farther and father into the back of his mind.

“I would but it’s late.” He cleared his throat.

You nodded, “Okay well. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

You smiled at him and then walked around him to the club. He turned to watch you walk, long legs that were decorated in fish net stockings and black pumps with red bottoms to match your tight black skirt.

You soon disappeared behind the door of the club and he pondered for a moment to run back inside or go home but he knew he had another long day ahead of him and his play time was over.

He turned and headed back to his apartment.

***

The next morning his alarm clock blared loudly jolting him awake from his reoccurring nightmare. His hand hit the top of the bed side clock and he threw the covers off of himself and began getting ready for his day.

He wore his typical get up: a button up white shirt, black pants, and a huff and puff lit in his mouth.

He made his way to his office which was in the same building. There was a long line of fables waiting outside of Snow’s door trying to get inside to talk to her. He walked past them all and opened her door to her office.

She stood leaning against her desk with her phone pressed to her ear as she talked on the phone.

Snow had her black hair pulled back into a slick bun, a few strands falling in front of her face. A grey tight pencil skirt with a white button up jacket thrown over her blue blouse underneath. She pushed the few strands of hair that fell past her ear and her blue eyes met Bigby’s brown ones.

Bigby couldn’t help but look at her from head to toe and Snow quickly turned her back to him and he did the same, trying to look at all the shelves that held books that stood tall around her desk.

Snow was settling in nicely as Fabletown’s new Mayor but she was always extremely busy. Even too busy for friends.

The sound of the soft chime from the phone hanging up made Bigby turn to his boss and she crossed her arms.

“Your late.” Snow remarked.

She was a stickler for the rules.

He rubbed the back of his head, “I had a long night. Sorry Snow.”

She pressed her lips in a tight line and sighed, “I just need you to be sure that you’re here on time. I just got off the phone with Flycatcher. He said that he discovered something in the back alley nearby the dwellings.”

Bigby furrowed his eyebrows at this, “What did he find?”

Snow let out a shaky breath, “He said a body. I need you to-“

Bigby turned and began making his way to the door. “I’m already on it Snow.”

***

The radio played some old pop music in the taxi cab, the drive bobbing their head to the music but Bigby drowned out the sound. His thoughts drowning out the music. He knew sooner or later the silence and peace wouldn’t last long but he was hoping this case wouldn’t take a toll on him like the last one did. Each fight earning him another bruise on his body. Each evil he came across pushing him further and further to succumb to his natural state, something he didn’t want to do but knew was necessary to solving the mystery.

Snow hated it. Always reprimanding him for putting himself on the line and not doing things the more justified way but in some instances he didn’t have much of a choice. The entire thing was exhausting but what pulled him away from the worry was the thought of you. Possibly trying to find time within the busy week to go back to the Pudding and Pie to see you dance.

He tried to push the visual images of you moving your hips out of his head but he couldn’t help but fall deeper into his imagination.

Soon the cab pulled over, making him realize where he actually was and he exited the cab and took a look around.

Flycatcher actually stood by the entrance to an alleyway trying to wave him down. Bigby headed in his direction.

Flycatcher looked the same. Long shaggy brown hair tucked underneath a frog baseball cap and a grey shirt paired with dark denim pants.

“Sheriff! I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna come.” Flycatcher said as he led Bigby down the alley.

Bigby chose to say nothing as he followed alongside Flycatcher. The continued deeper into the alley and that’s when Bigby could smell it.

Metallic blood that was still sprayed freshly on the ground and even drops that fell onto the yellow brick. It was a man that was laid out in the alley. The stench of piss and rotting flesh stagnant in the air enough for Bigby to cover his nose as he leaned down to get a better look.

The man laid on the ground, eyes covered in white with deep dark blue veins that surrounded his face. His mouth was open and he looked in absolute agony and a knife held tightly his in left hand with his blood on the knife.

Bigby stood up and shoved his hand in his pocket, “Thank you Flycatcher.”

He had to quickly call Snow to request for extra hands to transport the body to be looked over by the medical examiner.

“Poor guy…” Flycatcher muttered as Bigby never tore his eyes away from the man’s lifeless eyes.

[steamy-linguine]

Silhouettes In Neon

Pairing: Bigby x reader

A/N: Unedited and for mature audiences. This is a mini series and will be posted in parts.

Warnings: nsfw 18+

After Midnight.

He looked up at the sky, a cigarette lit in his mouth as he searched for a single star in that sea of black. The city lights created a neon glow that prevented a single glimpse of none. It was something he missed from the old world, being able to look up and see the stars.

There were times when he’d look up trying to find one to catch and reminisce in the nostalgia that settled in his chest. He flicked the growing ash from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke, the embers hitting the ground.

Huff and puff’s. Everyone knew they were his favorite. He was constantly judged for the poor choice of brand but he didn’t care what the others thought, it was just enough to control his senses. He stood outside of the Pudding & Pie and took one last inhale of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and stepping on it and pushed open the door to walk in.

Whisky and cigar smoke filled his senses as he walked through the small club. He adjusted his collar on his shirt ignoring the glares from the other fables that lingered on him as he made his way to the bar. The bartender wiped the spot before he sat leaving behind some moisture for him to feel under his arms as he rested them against the wood.

“Your strongest.” He said to the bartender who wasted no time to go make his drink. He was tired tonight, dark circles that hung underneath his eyes and sleep creeping into the inner corners as he tried to rub away the exhaustion from his face.

He turned around in the swivel bar stool, to take a quick glance around at everyone. Fables sat in the seats as their eyes watched the girls that roamed the floor. Bare skin and lace was what he mainly got glimpses of as some of the girls took the hands of popular story characters and led them to the back for private dances.

The men’s eyes followed them like moth to a flame trying to see if they could get lucky enough to bring one of them home.

The glass hit the bar top and he turned to see his drink. He put a bill on the table and grabbed his glass and began to drink.

It had been a long month for Bigby. Solving another case and trying to upkeep some sense of order amongst the fables but that wasn’t his reason for being at the Pudding and Pie tonight. He set his drink down as he let out a low sigh.

The neon lights that hung above his head flickered to the sound of the beat of the music and he couldn’t help but fight with himself for a moment if this was where he should be. He wasn’t one to go to clubs, bars sure for a drink but he preferred nights in always opting for something more private rather than public but for once he needed to be away from the confines of his apartment.

Not to mention but his friend Colin who would just be pestering him with more questions and demands that he just didn’t have the patience for right now.

He picked up his glass and took another sip when the sound of mic interference peaked his ears.

“Please give a round of applause for Raven!” The announcer said.

The music was a lot slower paced than what it was before and the lights around dimming making it harder to see past the shadows of people but a nice spot light filled the stage as the velvet red curtains pulled back. Bigby heard the crowd cheer and chant even some whistling as whoever this was Raven was stepped out onto the stage.

He turned in his seat as his eyes found their way to the stage. You walked out slowly, your hips moving along perfectly to the beat as your hands grasp onto the shimmering pole that stood on the stage.

Your hair was down and curled, cascading to almost the middle of your back as you twirled around the pole, bending over slightly to tease the men in the crowd. You moved perfectly to the music, in sync with every note as bills were thrown onto the stage and the men couldn’t help but shout and praise at you. You continued to dance, still not aware of the sheriff’s eyes that followed your every move.

He hadn’t noticed it but he leaned forward in his seat, his glass in one hand as he couldn’t help but be put in a trance as you continued to move with such grace on the stage. You were hypnotic to him, something he hardly ever experienced.

For the first time as he watched you, you provided the perfect distraction from his thoughts about Snow. The woman he desperately wanted, craving her love but she had set the record straight that her love for him was in no way romantic.

It was the whole reason he came here tonight. He was ashamed for it, considering he knew how shitty this job could be and how horrible their customers were to the women but his sorrows led him to the one place he knew he could forget about her.

The song ended and you gave a final wave as you walked back through the curtain and disappeared. The howling men stopped their praises and sat back in their seats and continued drinking and sharing whispers as they waited for the next dancer to come in the stage.

Bigby sat back taking a glance around when he saw you come from one of the doors. You walked with such confidence, you were almost untouchable as you mingled past the men.

You were stopped by a man who was waving money in your face when you looked and caught his eyes for a moment. He cocked his head to the side as he downed his drink quickly and you thanked the man quickly and made your way over to Bigby.

“Hello honey,” your voice was soft and sultry, sweet and dripped off your tongue like sugar.

You leaned closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Care for a dance?”

“Y’know who I am?” He asked you trying to see if his title would frighten you or if jogging your memory would make you regret asking considering his reputation.

You smirked down at him as you shrugged your shoulders, “Who you are out there doesn’t matter in here. Discretion is our policy.”

He remembered those same words Vivian ushered that night but he pushed those thoughts to the back of his head. He stood up, allowing you to take his hand as you led him to the back. The two of you ignoring the stares from the other fables.

You led him to a private room and instructed him to sit down which he did. You pulled back the curtain and turned to look at him, hands on your hips.

“The only rule doll is no touching unless you plan to pay extra.” You said and he only nodded.

The music was the same slow pace as before as you made your way closer to him and began to sway your hips to the beat. He took this moment to drink you in. You wore a black lace bustier with a red trim at the top of the bra. A lacey black thong to match and a garter belt with red ribbons at the ends of the straps that connected to your black stockings.

You moved closer to him, turning around in front of him and he could feel his pants getting tighter as he tried to keep his composure.

You turned around smirking at him as you saw the effect you were having on him. His dark eyes brimming with desire and you took this opportunity to tease him some more by climbing into his lap. His breath hitched in his throat as you began to grind on him earning a groan that escaped from his throat.

Bigby didn’t know how much more he could take of this but he knew one thing for certain that he wanted to bring you home but he couldn’t.

You continued to dance, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. “Are you enjoying yourself Sheriff?” Your voice was laced with seduction, a technique you had grown to learn to use to be sure to get nice tips but even you were unsure if this was for the wage or simply because you knew the big bad wolf was enjoying this, and maybe you were too.

Bigby’s hands found their way to your hips. He knew the rules but he was one to break them quite often.

“Your gonna have to pay extra sheriff.” You whispered into his ear.

He didn’t give a fuck. You lifted yourself off of him, continuing to move to the beat as his hands began to roam all over you. His hands were large and rough, working hands for sure but there was something there was no denying that you didn’t enjoy having them on you.

His finger tips moved carefully along the lace of your outfit, even finding their way to the ribbons to pull on them.

You knew of the stories of him. Almost every fable hated him due to his past and sure. You had seen him in passing a few times but nothing he did ever made you think so ill of him. Every fable was guilty of doing something they weren’t proud of, even in the new world.

The song ended and you winded your hips one last time before standing back and staring at him. He looked completely undone, in need of more from you but he wouldn’t say that. Not now at least.

He reached in his pocket, pulling out the cash and standing on his feet and slipping the bills into your hand.

He said nothing more to you, choosing to slip past you and make his way out of the club but Bigby knew he would be back for another dance.

Read pt. 2 here

[steamy-linguine]

Lure Of The Siren (COMING SOON)

Bigby wolf x reader

Summary: In a city that thrives on secrets and shadows, Bigby crosses paths with a dancer at the Pudding & Pie. Drawn into a search for answers tangled in a web of lies, the line between temptation and danger begins to blur. As their nights together deepen, both will soon discover that some mysteries are better left unsolved.

Read Part 1 Here, Read Part 2 Here

Note: Y’all I recently replayed the game and my god. I will be posting these parts soon, he’s so wolverine coded. Ok bye.

[lanwdc]

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE dir. Shawn Levy (2024)

[steamy-linguine]

LATE NIGHT BEER PT. 2

Logan howlett x Fem!reader

Read pt. 1 here

A/N: I told you I’d write a part 2. Let me know what you think

Warnings: 18+ SMUT

Another night came and you were in the kitchen sitting at one of the stools waiting for him with a new pack of beer.

You turned your head when you saw him and smiled and he didn’t say anything but instead he joined you and the two of you popped open two bottles.

Logan was growing close to you and it both excited and scared him. He was still rough around the edges, a man who was mysterious and used little words and cursed like a sailor but something about you pulled a different side out of him, he felt vulnerable.

He knew what it meant to let people in, the risk that came with it but the more he tried to push it out the harder it was. He looked over at you when you weren’t looking and admired your beauty.

You were young, somewhere in your mid twenties but you were an old soul and he appreciated that about you, it was nice that you both shared some common interest. The night concluded with the two of you discussing music and finishing up your beers and going to bed ready to start your days but today was different.

Instead of being in the confines of a classroom, the two of you were both tasked with trying to stop a mutant. It’s powers were a mirage, creating scenes that were just projections of one’s deepest desires to distract while it could easily kill.

“Should be easy, right?” You asked Logan and he looked at you and saw the uneasiness in your eyes and for a second he wished they had sent anyone else because he knew you weren’t very skilled in combat and he was going to be too distracted trying to protect you.

“It’ll be fine.” His tone was gruff making you grow quiet and he regretted sounding so harsh. The two of you walked through what was a container yard but it was desolate adding to the eeriness.

The sound of quick feet moved around the two of them and they both looked around trying to figure out which direction it was coming from.

“Stay close,” Logan ordered and he continued to walk through the ship yard and then he stopped.

He couldn’t hear your footsteps anymore.

“Aurora?” He called your name as he turned around but the scene around him melted away and he knew immediately he was in trouble as the ship yard turned into a bedroom, his bedroom. When he heard the sounds of your voice calling his name from many directions and he turned to see you on the bed.

You laid on his sheets wearing his red flannel that he loved. It was big on you but still somehow hugged you in all the right spots. The top two buttons undone as the collar hung off of your shoulder revealing your collar bone. Logan was frozen in place, lost for wards as he watched you crawl to the edge of the bed with desire brimming in your eyes.

“Is this what you want Logan?” Your voice was smooth like whiskey laced with sweetness. He had never heard your voice sound like this before, he was drowning in the sound of it.

He moved closer to the edge of the bed and your hands found their way to his waist, fingers dancing against the leather of his suit as you stood up straight and smirked at him.

“Aurora…” He said your name again and you placed your finger on his lips, shushing him.

“Just let me take care of you…” you whispered into his ear.

He couldn’t shake the feeling. He knew somehow the setting of it all wasn’t right but due to the mirage it was making him forget where he truly was before but to him it didn’t matter now, he had you. Lips pressed delicately against his neck and he groaned as his claws retracted and his large hands found their way to your hips.

“Aurora…” he moaned out your name.

You laid on the ground, head pounding and blood dripping from the side. You groaned as you stood up on your feet and began walking the ship yard. You didn’t remember much, just that you were with Logan and the next minute you were caught in some sort of a dream like scenario, you on the beach and then a hard smack on the side if your head made you fall to the ground.

“Logan!” You called out for him as everything around you finally stopped spinning.

Stay close…

It was the last thing you remembered him saying before the two of you got separated.

You were still trying to gain control of your powers, still testing its limits so you were surprised they asked you to accompany them wolverine. Storm insisted on it, saying it would be good for you to be in real situations rather than just simulations but you knew Logan didn’t need your help, really. He was strong, skilled in combat, and he literally couldn’t die.

The thought of being there with him felt a little silly given your lack of experience but x-men always worked as a team, never solo.

You stopped when you saw him. He was standing still, unmoving and you knew he was trapped.

“Logan!” You screamed at him hoping to break him from his trance but you knew it was too late and the mirage had him trapped. The mutant wasn’t too far from him, their eyes glossed over with white as they used their powers to trap him but this was the perfect moment for you.

You acted fast as you held your hand up and blasted them directly and it sent them flying to the ground as they let out a loud scream now blinded from the energy of light that came from her.

The mirage melted away from Logan’s vision and he was back now in this reality, the mutant on the ground in pain and you joined his side. Logan took a quick glance over you and you smiled at him.

“So much for staying close huh?” You rasped out.

***

The day turned to night and Logan decided he deserved a nice beer after all the shit he went through. He entered the kitchen and there you were already waiting for him with a brand new pack of his favorite beer.

You remembered.

“I thought maybe we could celebrate my first mission and I also owe you a pack.” You smiled at him and he returned the gesture.

“You shouldn’t have.” He said as he found his way to the seat beside you and you grabbed them both a bottle and popped them open with ease.

“I honestly didn’t think I would be of much use to you today.” You admitted to him.

“Why?” He asked.

You shrugged, “Well y’know your…Logan. You don’t need an inexperienced mutant with you in battle-“

He placed his hand over yours, shushing you immediately as you looked in his eyes and he held a very serious stare, “Without you being there, I would still be there trapped…so thank you.”

He let his hand stay over yours and you smiled at him. He pulled his hand away and his eyes flickered to your head.

“How’s your head bub?” He asked as he placed his hands on your jaw and turned your head slightly, the heat rising to your cheeks. He had never been this close before, let alone placed his hands on your like this but his touch was gentle.

“I’m okay Logan.” You assured him and he pulled his hands back and grabbed his beer.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you today. The last thing I wanted was for you to get hurt.” His voice was filled with regret and hurt.

You shook your head, “It’s not your fault and I don’t blame you for it. Shit happens.”

You gave a reassuring smile and he returned it, although the guilt was still eating inside of him but he decided he would push it down for now.

He took a sip of his beer and placed the bottle back on the counter, “You know you blinded that mutant today.”

You gulped your beverage and placed your drink down. “I know…It’s unfortunately apart of my powers. They can be so strong the blasts can cause some long lasting effects…It’s why I don’t really like to use them, I have no sense of control yet.” Your voice trails off.

Logan placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked at him, “Hey, don’t be ashamed of who you are. You saved me.”

He smiled as you as he removed his hand and you both drank for a bit in more silence.

“I blinded my mother on accident when I was a kid. I was just trying to help her but I instead made her life far more difficult…My father couldn’t forgive me for it. So it’s hard to not be ashamed of who I really am.” You confessed to him.

You exhaled as you remembered it and Logan nudged you.

“We’ve all got a past. Don’t let it control you,” He told you and he almost snorted at his words considering he couldn’t even take his own advice.

“Thank you Logan for just…Being a good friend to me.” You said.

A friend.

There were nights where he didn’t come down, even though he loved the excitement of it all, not knowing if you were going to be in the kitchen waiting for him but some of those nights he would try to keep himself at bay. He had to just remind himself that you guys were friends and it needed to stay that way, maybe even less than that. Although he enjoyed your company (way more than you knew) he couldn’t shake off the fact that you were better off with someone younger and with less baggage than him and he tried to keep away but it became harder.

Some nights, he would lie awake in bed and imagine you would be next to him. His nose buried into the crook of your neck and he would inhale your scent (since he remembered it), you smelled of Jasmine, and he would wrap his hand around your throat and lightly squeeze as he would push himself deep inside of you but then he would remember he was alone in his bed and it was just his imagination.

“Logan,” you called his name softly and he nodded at you encouraging you to continue.

“I heard you call out my name today. What did the mirage show you?” You asked and he sat in silence almost dumbfounded trying to come up with some lie.

“Nothing.” He brushed it off.

You frowned, “I don’t believe you.”

“No really it was nothing.”

He couldn’t tell you. I mean you would think awful of him if he did and he really couldn’t blame you for it. You two are just friends (as you said). He didn’t want to jeopardize that with his perverted thoughts coming to the light.

You held the same frown at him still not believing a word he said but you pushed it away choosing to ignore it. When you both finished your drinks, it was a little past 11 and you both said your goodnights and went your separate ways.

Logan went to bed that night dreaming of you. His need to have you was becoming obsessive and he knew it was going to get bad, just like how he was with Jean but this was different.

It was primal.

He awoke that morning staring at the ceiling in his bed and decided he had to put an end to this although it wasn’t what he wanted but it needed to be done before things took a turn.

The next two weeks dragged painfully as he chose to ignore you and you could feel it. He wouldn’t look in your direction anymore whenever you would be in the same room. If you two were walking through the hallway, he chose to make a quick detour to stay out of your way. He even didn’t come down anymore for late night drinks, leaving you alone with two bottles.

It wasn’t until the start of the third week that you both shared words again. Logan was getting ready for bed when he passed the window in his bedroom and in the garden he could see a figure of a woman, a figure he recognized all too well sitting in the grass.

“Go back to your room, it’s late.” Logan called out in the distance as he made his way over to you.

“What are you my father?” You argued back and it caught him off guard, not used to you speaking to him like that.

You noticed how he looked taken aback and you scoffed.

“Aurora,” he stood in front of you where you sat in the grass. You had on a silk white night gown with lace edges and a white silk robe that covered your shoulders. “Please, go inside. It’s late.”

“What is your problem Logan? You’ve been acting weird toward me, ignoring me. Did I do something wrong?” You asked and he could see the hurt in your eyes and he felt guilty realizing how badly he fucked up.

He knew you deserved an answer.

“No, you did nothing wrong.”

“Then why are you ignoring me?”

“I’m not.”

“Don’t lie to me Logan, I’m not one of the students.” Your voice was quiet but there was a firmness in it as you held your gaze on him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to come up with words, something to tell you right now. For a second he thought of being honest but his fear held him back. He looked back over to you about to open his mouth to let the words flow but he closed it and silence remained between the two of you.

“Fine. I don’t need an explanation then,” You stood up on your feet and tried to walk past him but he grabbed your wrist, his touch was gentle against your skin and he pulled you back.

“I’m sorry.” He said and he had meant it. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt your feelings. Your eyes roamed over his face and you could tell he meant it.

The crickets chirped and the sound of the water running in the fountain nearby filled the air as you both looked at one another. He could tell you were looking at him for more, trying to figure out what was going on in his head but unfortunately that wasn’t your power.

Everyone that knew Logan had told you he was impossible to read sometimes. Always disappearing for days, weeks, sometimes months trying to find something yet always running away with no explanation and you hated that because you knew that feeling. Running away, trying to figure out who you were with a past that was filled with hurt.

That’s why you liked Logan so much. Not just because the two of you shared a feeling of grief but because he understood you and there was never a sense of judgement.

“What are you running away from Logan?” You asked him as your hand grazed his arm and he tensed up.

If I let you in, this will just do more harm than good…

He stood there and you moved your hand from his arm and grabbed his large hand with your small ones, your fingers brushing over his knuckles and fuck, he felt something stir inside of him.

“Talk to me. What’s going on?” You asked him in a whisper and he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours for a quick second and pulled back when he realized what he’d done. He was going to apologize but you were faster than him and pressed your lips against his and this time you broke the kiss.

“Is that why you’ve been ignoring me Logan?” You asked him trying to catch your breath, the both of your foreheads pressed together and noses touching. He didn’t even know how to answer anymore, his mind scrambled from your touch but felt ashamed almost like a school girl for choosing to ignore you because of a crush.

“I didn’t know if this is a good idea.” He admitted not wanting to dump all of his fears on you but the sentence was enough for you to understand.

“Well, how can you know if you don’t try?” You whispered.

You closed whatever space was left between the two of you and you kissed him again. Your lips were just as soft as he imagined.

Not wanting to get caught, he wasted no time by dragging you back to his room when he made sure the door was locked and he could finally have you to himself .

The room was warm, filled with soft moans as his lips pressed against every inch of your body, making sure you felt worshipped because you deserve nothing less. “Logan…” you moaned out his name as you looked down at him, your weight being supported by your elbows as you were on his bead leaned with his head tucked in between your thighs tasting your sweetness.

You moan as he licks around your sensitive bud, fingers finding his hair and pulling on it as his large hands push down on your legs to keep them spread for him. It wasn’t long before you reached your climax, crying out and he lifted his head and moved up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and that excited you all over again.

This is just how Logan had dreamed of it. You underneath him, your lips swollen from all the kissing and biting at your lips, and the moon shinning in through the window casting a perfect glow on your naked body. He sat on his knees, stroking himself in his hand as his eyes raked over your body taking in the sight of you for a mental image he would always remember.

“Are you sure?” He asked again, wanting to test the waters once more and when you nodded your head he grabbed you by your legs, pulling you closer to him and he pushed himself inside of you. You both had been wanting this, needing this.

You were trying to adjust to his size, it hurt taking all of him but, oh, in all the right ways.

“So fucking tight…” he groaned out as he pushed his hips into you and you let out another moan, music to his ears.

His lips found your neck as he sucked on your sensitive spot and he continued to press into you going at a painful slow pace that was edging you.

“Please go faster.” You begged him and god, he loved hearing you beg.

“Is this not enough for you sweetheart?” He asked you starting to go just a little slower and your eyes rolled back.

“Please Logan.” You begged but you knew he needed more as he pulled away from your neck and his eyes met yours.

“Logan please, I want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted it for so long…” You breathed out and your words made something in him stir.

You’ve wanted this for so long…

He thrusts into you hard making you groan as he picks up his pace. “Since you asked so nicely and you’ve been so good f’me…” he rasps out in between his breaths as he rolls into a rhythm of fucking you just how you want it. How you both want it.

How could he not give you what you want when you beg so perfectly like this? So perfect underneath him, calling his name out as you reached your orgasm and he fucks you through it, continuing to fuck you even as he reaches his own orgasm and he presses a sloppy kiss to your mouth as he fills you, holding onto your thigh tightly.

He pulls out and falls onto the side of you, the both of you breathless as you both laid in his bed.

You move closer to him, laying your head on his chest as your fingers made their way up his toned core and found its way to his chest.

“I forgive you.” You said to him and you couldn’t see his face but the corners of his lips upturned into a smile as he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.