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csuzlipofa · 1 month ago

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So it was a bet?

Daniela x fem!reader

You were surprised when the popular girl from school started talking to you, but everything makes sense now.

pt.2

Warnings: -

Angst

Daniela Avanzini had always lived for the thrill of a challenge. Whether it was acing her exams, or effortlessly charming her way through any situation, she thrived on the attention and praise that came with being the golden girl of the school. Her closest friends—Sophia, Lara, Manon, Megan, and Yoonchae—were the only ones who truly knew her. Or at least, they thought they did.

It was during one of their usual Friday hangouts at Sophia’s house that the spark of her latest challenge was ignited.

“Alright, Dani,” Megan said with a smirk as she leaned back in her chair, twirling a soda can between her fingers. “You’re always going on about how no one can resist you. Prove it.”

Daniela raised an eyebrow. “Prove what?”

Lara chimed in, flipping through the yearbook on the coffee table. “Make someone fall for you. But not just anyone.”

The room grew quiet as they all leaned in, waiting for the reveal. Megan slid the yearbook across the table, stopping on a page where your quiet photo stared back.

You were a ghost in the halls, keeping to yourself, slipping by unnoticed. You weren’t like the other girls who clung to Daniela’s every word. You were distant, untouchable—a complete mystery.

“Her?” Daniela asked, blinking in surprise.

“Yeah,” Megan said, grinning. “Y/N. Bet you can’t crack that shell.”

“You have to make her fall for you,” Sophia added. “Dates, holding hands, the whole thing. And she can’t know it’s a game.”

Daniela hesitated, her cocky smile faltering for just a moment. Manon noticed and spoke up. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”

“I’ll do it,” Daniela said abruptly, her voice confident and unwavering. The thrill of the challenge was too much to resist, and deep down, she told herself it was harmless.

The next Monday, you were sitting at your usual spot in the back of the library. You were tucked away in the far corner, headphones in and sketching in your notebook. You liked the solitude, the quiet escape from the chaos of the school halls.

“Hey,” a voice interrupted.

You glanced up, startled, to see Daniela standing before you. Her brown eyes sparkled with an almost disarming warmth, and her smile could have stopped time.

“Hi,” you said cautiously, pulling out one earbud

“I’ve seen you around,” she said, pulling out a chair without waiting for permission. “What are you doing?” she asked with curiosity.

You hesitated, confused why she was talking to you. “Just sketching.”

“Cool,” she said casually. “I was wondering if you’d want to help me with English sometime. I could really use someone who knows what they’re doing.”

Her words left you stunned. Why would Daniela, the most popular girl in school, need your help? But her smile was so genuine, her presence so magnetic, that you found yourself nodding.

“Sure,” you said softly.

And that was how it began.

The first study session turned into a second, then a third. Daniela started showing up at your locker in the mornings, her charm never faltering. She’d tease you gently about your quiet nature, buy you coffee, and even invite you to sit with her friends at lunch—though you always declined.

For the first time, you felt seen. Her attention was intoxicating, her laughter infectious.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you asked one afternoon as the two of you walked home together.

Daniela shrugged, her smile playful. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re interesting.”

That answer left you both confused and flattered. You couldn’t deny the way your heart skipped when she was near, even if it scared you.

But Daniela wasn’t prepared for the way you’d worm your way into her heart. What started as a bet—a stupid, cruel game—began to feel like something else. She noticed the way your eyes lit up when you talked about things you were passionate about. She noticed how you chewed your lip when you were nervous, how your laugh was soft and genuine.

Her friends noticed the change, too.

“You’re getting too attached,” Lara warned one day during lunch.

“I’m fine,” Daniela snapped, though her stomach twisted.

“You’re falling for her, aren’t you?” Yoonchae asked softly.

Daniela didn’t answer. She didn’t know how to.

Everything fell apart one rainy afternoon.

You’d left your jacket behind in the cafeteria, and when you went back to retrieve it, you overheard voices.

“She’s totally in love with you now,” Megan said, laughing. “You’ve got this in the bag, Dani.”

“Yeah,” Lara added. “The quiet ones always fall the hardest.”

You froze, your heart pounding.

Daniela’s voice was quieter. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

“So what? It’s fun watching this whole thing.” Megan said with a laugh.

Daniela stayed quiet.

You couldn’t listen anymore. Grabbing your jacket, you bolted from the cafeteria, they noticed you, the sound of their laughter echoing in your ears as you left.

Daniela found you the next day, sitting alone in the empty art room. Your shoulders were hunched, and you wouldn’t look at her when she walked in.

“Y/N,” she said softly.

“Don’t,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“Please,” she begged, stepping closer. “Let me explain.”

“What’s there to explain?” you snapped, finally looking up. Tears brimmed in your eyes, and your voice was sharp with pain. “It was a bet. A joke. I was just some game to you.”

“It started that way,” Daniela admitted, her voice cracking. “But it’s not anymore. I swear, it’s not.”

“How can I believe you?” you demanded, standing up. “How can I trust anything you say?”

“Because I’ve changed,” she said desperately. “You changed me. I don’t care about the bet, or what anyone thinks. I just care about you.”

You shook your head, stepping back. “I can’t do this, Daniela. I can’t be your charity case or your guilt trip.”

“It’s not like that—”

“Then what is it?” you shouted, tears streaming down your face. “What am I to you?”

Daniela was silent, guilt began to eat her up.

“That’s what I thought,” you said bitterly before walking away, leaving her standing there alone.

The weeks that followed were agonizing for both of you. Daniela tried reaching out, but you ignored her calls and texts. At school, you avoided her gaze, even as she watched you with a pain she couldn’t hide.

She had broken something precious, and no amount of apologies could fix it.

And for you, trusting someone again felt impossible. The quiet that you once cherished now felt suffocating, filled with the echoes of what could have been.

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luvashli · 2 days ago

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MORE THEN FRIENDS

Synopsis -> Heeseung has always been your best friend—but lately, the lingering touches and stolen glances feel different. Maybe he’s been waiting for you to realize he’s meant to be more.

Pairing -> best!friend!heeseung x fem!reader

Genre -> oneshot, best friends to lovers, suggestive

Status -> complete

Wc -> 3.4k

Note -> requestet by this ask :) hope you enjoy

The first time you met Heeseung, he was the quiet new kid in your fourth-grade class, staring down at his desk while nervously tapping his pencil. You had been assigned as his seat partner, and while the rest of the class chattered around him, he stayed silent.

Ever the curious one, you nudged his arm with your elbow. “Wanna trade snacks?” you asked, holding up your peanut butter sandwich.

Heeseung hesitated, his eyes flickering up to meet yours for the first time. Then, without a word, he slid his pack of strawberry Pocky across the desk. You grinned, breaking your sandwich in half and handing it to him.

And just like that, you were inseparable.

___

Middle school was a blur of shared lunch trays, inside jokes, and whispered secrets. Heeseung wasn’t as shy anymore—not with you, at least. He still liked to keep to himself, but you were the exception to that rule.

You balanced each other out. Where you were loud and impulsive, he was calm and thoughtful. Where you rushed headfirst into things, he held back and thought things through.

When the other kids teased you for being “too much,” Heeseung was always there, rolling his eyes and telling you they were just jealous. And when Heeseung got called a nerd for acing every math test, you sat beside him at lunch and loudly declared that smart people were hot anyway.

Back then, everything was simple. Heeseung was your best friend, and you were his. No questions asked. No complicated feelings.

But then came high school. And suddenly, things weren’t so simple anymore.

___

Heeseung had always thought you were pretty. Even back in middle school, when you still had braces and a habit of tripping over your own feet, he knew there was something about you that pulled people in—pulled him in. But he never really understood what that feeling meant until sophomore year.

It happened at a school dance, of all places. You had dragged him there, even though he insisted he hated school events. You’d rolled your eyes and called him a grandpa, saying, “Come on, Hee, what’s the worst that could happen?”

The worst, apparently, was watching you slow dance with someone else.

He hadn’t realized he was gripping his soda can so tightly until Jake nudged him. “Dude, you look like you wanna kill someone.”

Heeseung forced a laugh. “What? No. I just…” He trailed off, eyes fixed on you—on the way you laughed at something your dance partner said, on the way they spun you around like you were weightless. And that’s when it hit him.

He was in love with you.

It was a terrifying realization, one that made his stomach twist into knots. Because the moment he understood his feelings, he also understood something else��you didn’t feel the same way.

After that night, Heeseung tried to ignore his feelings. He told himself it was just a phase, just a stupid crush that would go away if he stopped thinking about it.

He dated other girls. Not many, but enough to convince himself he was over you. But it never worked, because every time something good happened, you were the first person he wanted to tell. And every time something bad happened, you were the only person who could make it better.

So, he buried his feelings. He smiled when you talked about your latest crushes, pretended it didn’t sting when you called him your platonic soulmate, and kept being the best friend you needed him to be.

Because loving you was easy. It was having you that was impossible.

___

Now, standing on the edge of adulthood, you still saw Heeseung as your constant, your safe place. But Heeseung? He had spent years pretending not to love you.

And he was starting to wonder how much longer he could keep up the act.

If someone had told Heeseung years ago that he’d still be hopelessly in love with you, he would’ve laughed it off. He had convinced himself—or at least tried to—that his feelings would fade with time. That someday, he’d wake up and you’d just be his best friend again, nothing more.

But here he was, sitting across from you in your favorite café, watching as you stirred sugar into your coffee with that same absentminded concentration you always had, and he knew—he had never stopped loving you.

“You’re staring,” you teased, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Heeseung scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “No, I’m not.”

“You totally are.” You smirked, taking a sip of your drink. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

Heeseung wanted to tell you the truth—that you had his whole heart on your face, that he couldn’t look at you without wanting to memorize every little detail. But instead, he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you have ‘annoying’ written all over it.”

You gasped dramatically. “Wow. Is this how you treat your best friend? Unbelievable.”

There it was. That word. Best friend.

Heeseung swallowed down the bitter taste that always followed when you said that. He knew it wasn’t your fault—you had no idea how he felt. How could you? He had spent years making sure you didn’t.

But lately, it was getting harder to pretend. Harder to keep smiling when you told him about your latest date, harder to act normal when you rested your head on his shoulder like it was the most casual thing in the world. Because to you, it was casual. But to Heeseung, every touch, every laugh, every moment with you felt like something he wasn’t allowed to have.

And it was slowly driving him insane.

“Hello? Earth to Heeseung?” Your voice cut through his thoughts, and he realized you were waving a hand in front of his face.

“Sorry, what?” He blinked.

“I was saying, do you wanna come over tonight? Movie night, just like old times.” You smiled, eyes bright with excitement.

It was an innocent offer. Just another normal night in your friendship. But to Heeseung, it was another reminder of how much he wanted but could never have.

Still, he nodded, forcing a grin. “Yeah, sure. Wouldn’t miss it.”

Because no matter how much it hurt, being close to you—even as just a friend—was better than not having you at all.

___

Movie nights with Heeseung were nothing new. They had been a tradition since high school—just the two of you, a ridiculous amount of snacks, and an unspoken rule that you had to rewatch at least one childhood favorite before the night was over.

But tonight felt… different.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Maybe it was the way Heeseung seemed quieter than usual, his gaze lingering on you for a second too long when he thought you weren’t looking. Or maybe it was the way your heart kept skipping beats whenever his knee brushed against yours on the couch.

You shook the thought away, grabbing a handful of popcorn. It’s just Heeseung. Your best friend. Stop being weird.

“What do you wanna watch?” you asked, flipping through the streaming options.

Heeseung shrugged, leaning back against the couch. “You pick.”

“You always say that.”

“And yet, you always pick something terrible.” He smirked, reaching over to steal some of your popcorn.

You gasped, smacking his hand away. “Excuse you! I have excellent taste.”

He snorted. “Sure, if excellent taste means forcing me to sit through three-hour-long romance movies where nothing happens except people staring at each other.”

“You like those movies, don’t lie.”

“I like suffering through them for you—big difference,” he muttered under his breath.

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest spread just a little. Heeseung always did that—acted like he was just tolerating the things you loved, when in reality, he indulged you more than anyone ever had.

You ended up picking a random movie, something lighthearted, but halfway through, you barely paid attention. Your focus kept drifting to Heeseung—his stupidly perfect side profile, the way his lips parted slightly when he was concentrating, the little crease in his brow when something in the movie confused him.

It wasn’t like you had never noticed before. You had eyes, after all. But tonight, it was like your brain refused to brush it off as nothing.

You shifted slightly, only to realize just how close the two of you were sitting. At some point, Heeseung had draped his arm across the back of the couch, and without thinking, you had leaned into his side. It wasn’t unusual. You’d done this a hundred times before.

So why did it feel like your whole body was hyper-aware of him?

A scene in the movie made you laugh, and without thinking, you turned to share the moment with him—only to find him already looking at you.

Your breath hitched.

He didn’t look away.

For a second, neither of you moved. The only sound in the room was the muffled dialogue from the movie, but everything else faded into the background. His gaze flickered down—to your lips, just for a split second—before returning to your eyes.

And suddenly, you knew.

You knew what had been different about tonight. You knew why your heart was racing, why his touches felt electric, why the way he looked at you sent heat rushing through your veins.

Because for the first time, you were seeing Heeseung in a way you had never let yourself before.

And maybe—just maybe—you were falling for your best friend.

Your heart pounded as you stared at Heeseung, the glow of the TV flickering against his face. He wasn’t looking away.

He always looked at you—watching, waiting, as if he had something to say but never quite found the words. But tonight, for the first time, you weren’t oblivious to it. You weren’t brushing off the way his eyes lingered, the way his fingers twitched against his thigh like he wanted to reach for you but held himself back.

And maybe, for the first time, you didn’t want him to hold back.

You swallowed, trying to play it off. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Heeseung’s jaw clenched slightly, and his voice came out lower than usual. "You’re the one staring first."

You weren’t. Or maybe you were. It didn’t matter.

The tension between you felt thick, heavy, like a rubber band stretched too tight, on the verge of snapping.

And then it did.

You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly, Heeseung’s lips were on yours, crashing into you like he had been waiting for this moment forever. Maybe he had. Maybe you had, too, without realizing it.

A small gasp left your lips, but Heeseung didn’t hesitate—his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, and you melted into him like you had been made to fit there.

The movie long forgotten, the only sound in the room was the ragged breathing between kisses, the quiet sighs you couldn’t hold back as Heeseung deepened the kiss. His hands roamed—one sliding up your back, the other gripping your thigh as he pulled you onto his lap.

You should’ve felt nervous. This was Heeseung, your best friend. The one who had always been by your side, the one you told everything to. But right now, nothing about this felt wrong. If anything, it felt like something that had been waiting to happen.

His lips trailed down, grazing the corner of your jaw, your neck—hot and unhurried, like he wanted to take his time memorizing every inch of you.

"Hee," you breathed, hands tangling in his hair.

His grip on you tightened, and a low groan rumbled from his chest, sending shivers down your spine. "You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this," he murmured against your skin.

The confession made your stomach flip. Because if he had wanted this for a long time… why did it take you so long to see it?

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look him in the eyes. They were darker than usual, filled with something raw, something unspoken.

"Why didn’t you ever say anything?" you whispered.

Heeseung exhaled a shaky breath, his fingers brushing against your cheek. "Because I was scared you’d never look at me the way I look at you."

Your heart clenched. How had you been so blind?

You cupped his face, your thumb tracing over his cheekbone. "I’m looking at you now."

And then, you kissed him again—slow, deep, like you were making up for all the lost time.

This wasn’t just a kiss. It was years of unsaid words, years of stolen glances, years of Heeseung loving you in silence.

And finally, finally, you were listening.

Heeseung’s lips moved against yours like he had been waiting forever—slow at first, savoring every second, but growing more desperate with each passing moment. His fingers dug into your waist as if he was afraid you might slip away, but there was no chance of that happening. Not anymore.

You were completely, hopelessly lost in him.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, and Heeseung let out a quiet groan against your lips. The sound sent heat rushing through you, making your whole body feel like it was on fire.

He pulled you even closer—if that was even possible—until there was no space left between you. His hands roamed, one gripping your thigh, the other sliding up your back, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

When he kissed you again, it was different—deeper, rougher, like he had finally let go of whatever restraint he’d been holding onto.

And you wanted more.

You shifted slightly in his lap, your fingers tracing down his jaw, his neck, the sharp lines of his collarbone. Heeseung sucked in a sharp breath, his hands tightening around you.

"Y/N," he murmured against your lips, his voice rough, almost pleading.

It sent a shiver down your spine. You had never heard him sound like that before.

You leaned in, lips brushing against the corner of his mouth. "What is it?" you teased softly, barely above a whisper.

Heeseung let out a shaky laugh, tilting his head back against the couch. "You’re actually going to kill me."

You grinned, feeling a rush of confidence. "Oh? Am I?"

His hands squeezed your hips, grounding himself. "You have no idea."

The air between you was thick, charged with something neither of you had dared to acknowledge before tonight. But now that the line had been crossed, there was no going back.

You stared at him—his swollen lips, the way his chest rose and fell as he tried to steady his breathing. Heeseung had always been beautiful, but right now? Right now, he looked absolutely wrecked.

Because of you.

Something about that realization made your heart pound even harder.

Slowly, you traced your fingers over his jaw, your touch featherlight. "Then maybe you should do something about it," you murmured.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened.

And in the next second, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you with a smirk that sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

"You don’t know what you’re asking for," he murmured, his voice lower now, sending shivers down your spine.

You bit your lip, fingers tangling in the fabric of his hoodie. "Show me."

Heeseung groaned softly before capturing your lips again, his hands gripping your waist as he deepened the kiss.

And this time, neither of you held back.

___

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was warmth.

You were tangled in Heeseung—his arm draped over your waist, his face buried in your hair, his steady breathing fanning across your skin. The soft glow of early morning filtered through your curtains, casting everything in golden light.

And then it hit you.

Last night. The kisses, the way he touched you like he had been waiting forever, the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that had ever mattered.

Your heart clenched.

What happens now?

You shifted slightly, and Heeseung groaned in protest, tightening his hold on you.

“Mm, don’t move,” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep.

You bit your lip, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped at how soft he sounded. “Heeseung, we have to get up.”

“No, we don’t.” He buried his face deeper into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. “Five more minutes.”

You hesitated, staring at the ceiling. What were you supposed to say? Did last night change everything? Were you still just… friends? Did he regret it?

Heeseung must’ve felt the tension in your body because he finally lifted his head, his eyes barely open, but still filled with something softer when they met yours.

“You’re overthinking,” he murmured.

You swallowed. “I just… what does this mean?”

Heeseung blinked at you sleepily before a small smirk played at his lips. “You want me to confess again, don’t you?”

Your face heated. “That’s not—”

He cut you off by leaning in, brushing a slow, lazy kiss against your lips. It was barely a kiss at all, just a soft press of his mouth against yours, but it made your whole body melt.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered. “I think I always have.”

Your breath hitched.

It was one thing to realize your feelings, to feel them creeping up on you like a slow-burning flame. But hearing him say it—knowing that he had felt this way for so long—made your chest ache.

“I…” You hesitated, but only for a second. Because deep down, you already knew the answer.

You cupped his face, running your thumb along his cheek. “I love you too, Hee.”

Heeseung let out a small, relieved laugh before kissing you again—slow and sweet, like he was savoring every second.

And this time, there was no hesitation. No second-guessing.

Just you and him, exactly where you were always meant to be.

Heeseung kissed you again, slow and deliberate, as if making sure you weren’t just a dream. His hands rested gently on your waist, his thumbs tracing soft circles against your skin, grounding himself in the moment.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured against your lips, his voice still thick with sleep.

You smiled, fingers brushing through his messy hair. “Waking up late?”

“No.” He pressed another lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Waking up with you.”

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip. “You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you.” His smirk was lazy, teasing, but his eyes held nothing but warmth.

You rolled your eyes, but the truth was—you liked this side of him. The Heeseung who was completely unfiltered, who didn’t hold back anymore. And maybe, deep down, you always had.

A comfortable silence settled between you as Heeseung shifted, pulling you impossibly closer until your head was resting against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong, and the warmth of his skin against yours made you wish you could stay here forever.

But reality was waiting.

Eventually, you sighed. “We really should get up.”

“No, we really shouldn’t.”

“Heeseung.”

“Y/N.” He mimicked your tone, grinning when you shot him a glare.

You tried to move, but he tightened his arms around you, effortlessly keeping you trapped against him. “Nope,” he said, voice muffled as he buried his face in your shoulder. “You’re staying right here.”

You huffed, but your resolve was crumbling. He was too warm. Too comfortable. And if you were being honest… you didn’t really want to move either.

“Fine,” you relented, nuzzling closer. “But only for five more minutes.”

Heeseung chuckled, his lips brushing against your temple. “You say that now.”

And, of course, five minutes turned into ten.

Then twenty.

And before you knew it, the two of you were still tangled together, lost in quiet laughter, whispered confessions, and soft, lingering touches.

Because for the first time, there was no rush. No reason to pretend.

For the first time, you weren’t just best friends anymore.

You were his. And he was yours.

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brat-pack-it-up-boys · 5 months ago

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Do you have sodapop x ace hcs

Sorry for responding so late and for how messy this but tada��

• childhood friends to lovers baby!

• when ace's halfway through sophomore year when she realizes she likes soda, but soda's busy with sandy and even if she likes him, he's her buddy, she isn't gonna mess with this

• and then they break up, it takes soda a month after the breakup before one day, he's watching two and ace joking about something and he sees ace laughing and something in his brain just clicks holy shit

• their dynamic doesn't actually change that much after they starts dating, it's basically just

"your my friend and I'm going to tease you and tussle with you but also we get to hold hands and make out after"

• I like to headcanon that ace works at the DX with soda and Steve

• soda and ace like to be all mushy at work to mess with Steve, they think it's funny

• this is more just a headcanon about Soda but his pet name for whoever he's dating is "dolly"

• okay l've already mentioned in another post that I headcanon scout from the 1990s show is ace's sister, but ace and soda LOVE each others siblings

• ace has a playful relationship with both darry and pony, she likes mess with pony when he's doing homework, if she has extra cash she'll try to slide it over to Darry, she calls ponyboy Mike after his middle name because she thinks it's really funny

• soda basically just becomes scout's big brother, he'll give her piggy back rides, teach her about cars, and occasionally snags a car mags for her

• they like to play fight with each other, both physically and verbally, like darry well come home from work to find soda with ace just tossed over his shoulder

• going back to them both working at the DX, they both like to switch their DX jackets

• The rumble power couple

• soda has one of his mothers old rings that he always keeps laced in with his shoes, he puts it on a necklace and gives it to ace, ace has a bandana she always wears in some form, she gives it to him and he wears it on his arm literally everyday

• honestly these two are good for each other because they both can talk to each other about their issues

• soda is not a happy camper to find out about aces backstory

• their first date is too the county fair, ace wins soda this velvet stuffed horse he names Micky

I think that's everything

#sodapop x ace #soda x ace #can someone pleas give them a ship name #I’m DYING #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders #the outsiders 1990 #the outsiders musical #the outsiders book #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #ace the outsiders #ace jenkins

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eudaimaniacs · 4 months ago

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roses (logan howlett x female reader)

character/universe: logan howlett/wolverine (x-men/marvel)

word count: 1.7k words

warning/s: full-on smut (minors, dni)

notes: it's past midnight here, and this fanfiction has gone through a lot. it went from angst to another smut prompt, and, lastly, this. i need to lay down and rest. anyways, enjoy!

“Ready, princess?”

You tiptoe and jump in the passenger seat as Logan starts the engine. The car’s AC immediately cools your sweat. Logan speeds off to the night, and the façade of the school mansion fades. The peaceful, cool night air wraps you as you lay on Logan’s shoulder. You knew going out at night and leaving some mutant children at the mansion was terrible. Still, you and Logan didn’t have some privacy with all the issues about the Mutant Registration Act, and the students always being in danger, protecting, fighting, and stress filled up the schedules of the older mutants in charge.

When the situation looked a bit better, you whispered to a pent-up Logan, lamenting that they didn’t have some beer in the school, to sneak out tonight. He smirked and remarked how it was a great idea and cool to piss off Scott and the professor.

The moon’s glow reflected on his dog tags as Logan focused on the road before him. You hummed, playing with the nearby trees, which caused some leaves to follow the car. You enjoyed showing off your power, even if some viewed it as dangerous. Growing plants and even letting them out of your bare hands was beautiful. Your hands glowed as you made a flower crown adorned with pink lilies. Logan smiled as he saw the blush color decorating the midnight blue setting. He had one hand on the wheel and the other caressing your thighs.

“Think the professor might’ve caught us already?” You fidgeted with the small bouquet you made that was placed on your lap. You weren’t the one to break the rules often; Charles trusted you since you had a natural, mother-like personality that was needed for the children. Given your powers, it might’ve influenced that. However, when Logan appeared, your feelings immediately became more rebellious. You stayed up late more often, snuck out in the garden to make out, went to his bedroom to sleep with him, and more. Charles noticed the shift in your behavior and reprimanded you one time when you didn’t teach a class because Logan decided to fuck you until the sun broke out. But he didn’t mind your relationship with Logan since another mutant couple was already in the mansion.

Despite the professor’s blessing, the superhero lifestyle was a curse. With the rising tensions and numerous troubles the X-Men have gone through, you and Logan didn’t have time to do what you usually do. Jean and Scott had their own thing, but you and Logan preferred privacy and a pleasant time for everyday couple things.

Logan grimaced at the mention of the professor and growled his annoyance. You giggle as you lay down on his lap and scratch his chin. Logan purred, and you beamed at the attractive sound he let out. You two decided to get out of the mansion to have sex since the last time didn’t go too well.

Logan was driving to a secluded spot where the two of you were far away from any contact. It was only a short late-night drive, and you promised yourself that you two would be at the mansion before dawn appeared. He stopped at a well-lit area that looked like a camping spot for some scouts. You grew some trees at your will, making sure that the area was secured and no one would bump into the two of you fucking like animals.

The two of you helped transform the convertible into a makeshift bed. Car sex was uncomfortable even if the roof of the car was removed. Additionally, you knew that the two of you were going to sleep until the morning in this area after having sex. Logan was glad he didn’t have to wake up in the middle of the night and drink only soda. You bought some beer earlier and gave it to Logan when he went to the car.

Your desire rose as Logan removed his tank top to reveal his massive and hairy build. You lay down and use your powers to remove your clothes, using rose petals to cover your breasts and throbbing heat. Your eyes are lit with lust, and Logan is now touching your waist, waiting for you to stop teasing. The rose petals brush his face as you reveal your naked body.

Logan reveled at the sight of your soft breasts and licked them. You moan and scratch his back, eliciting another growl from him. You use your powers to control vines and unbuckle his belt. You grab his neck, guiding Logan to your lips. The two of you hungrily kiss each other, your tongue passionately dancing with his.

“N-need you inside of me, Lo,” you pant as you break the kiss. Your pussy was wet, feeling the outline of Logan’s hard dick through his jeans. You grind yourself, wanting to relieve the rising heat.

Logan grunted, “You’re an impatient girl, [Y/N].” He dipped and bit your neck, marking you with his desire. You moan at the sensation of his teeth playing with the skin of your nape. He was taking his time in exploring every part of your body. The two of you didn’t care if it took until morning to have sex. The cool night air and the secluded yet secure spot drove the two of you to enjoy this rare privacy.

Logan stopped kissing your neck and pulled down his pants. His dick was leaking with cum, and you couldn’t wait for him to put it inside of you. Something went off in your mind, telling you to explore more. The look of Logan’s thick and hard dick dripping with cum made your pussy and mouth hungry.

You kneel, prompting Logan to raise his eyebrow at your change of position. However, as soon as he saw your face getting closer to his cock, he smirked at the anticipation of you giving him a blowjob.

“Feeling adventurous tonight, eh?” You giggle as you lick his tip like it was the sweetest lollipop. You slowly suck his length, making Logan moan at the feeling of your tongue working its magic. Your saliva dripping as you quickly slurp his dick. You weren’t experienced at giving blowjobs (Logan was the first one), but Logan appreciated that you were trying it.

You pull your mouth out, catching your breath after sucking Logan’s massive length. He patted your cheek, complimenting how you were getting better at sucking him. You lay down once again, wanting Logan to take care of your throbbing slick. Instead of positioning his length at your entrance, Logan slowly made his way down to your pussy.

“Gotta return the favor, princess,” Logan mumbles as he circles your clit, making you moan. Your pussy smelled sweet, and he immediately licked your folds, tasting your arousal. Logan’s tongue felt good, and you tugged on his cat-shaped hair, letting him know how good he was making you feel.

“Lo-L-Logan! It feels, oh, so fucking g-good!” You whine, sensing your pleasure crashing. Logan quickly ate your pussy to taste your sweet juices. You moan loudly, feeling your stomach twisting at the immense pleasure. You let go as your orgasm washes over your flustered body. Logan slurps every drop of your arousal, moaning at the sweet taste of it.

Logan emerges on top of you again, this time positioning his length at your entrance. You impatiently whine, wanting him to fuck you hard. Without warning, Logan enters and immediately starts thrusting. The two of you let out the filthiest moans, filling the forest air with the combined desires and lust you two had for each other.

The sensation of your tight, velvet walls hugging Logan’s dick was intoxicating. Your tits bounced at his rhythm as you cried out his name. Logan grunted as he focused on making sure you felt good. You struggle to pant out how pleasurable everything is. The secluded spot, comfortable car bed, and the crisp night air with Logan’s power fucking you. It was a well-needed and deserved time to be and feel each other without the weight of the other world.

Your stomach twisted at the familiar feeling of your upcoming pleasure. “Logan, I’m c-close!” You whine as you sense your walls swallowing Logan’s length.

Logan growled, “Oh, fuck. I’m close, too, princess. Cum on my cock, l-let go, [Y/N].” He dipped and hungrily pressed his lips against yours. You taste yourself as you suck his tongue and exchange saliva. You moan against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist as Logan thrusts faster.

“Here it comes, princess! Cum for me, cum on my dick,” Logan growled as he entered further. Your walls hugging his dick tighter as he painted your insides white. You cry out Logan’s name as his warmth fills you—your sweaty bodies, panting at the thick, passionate pleasure of the night.

You run your fingers through Logan’s hair as you calm yourself. The moon is still glowing, and the stars twinkle back at the two of you. You cover you and Logan with rose petals. It looked like a painting, the two lust-filled lovers fucking into the night in an intimate setting.

“That was good, Lo,” you cooed as Logan got off you and lay to your right. You snuck your face into his neck and scratched his chin. You hum as Logan gives you his jacket to cover yourself up with.

Logan smiled and kissed your head, “We needed that, [Y/N].” You use your powers to fill the area with red roses. Impressed and satisfied with how you felt, Logan rubbed your back and told you to sleep.

“Aren’t we going back to the mansion?” You whisper, worried that the professor, Scott, Jean, and Ororo will look for the two of you. Logan smirks and replies, “Then let that happen.”

You giggle at his carefree and naughty approach. Logan didn’t care if the team saw the two of you in the middle of nowhere, sleeping while half-naked. He saw this night as a blessing, a serene and passionate moment, and the X-Men fetching the two of you wouldn’t ruin that.

“You need to sleep, princess. I promise by dawn, we’ll be back at the mansion,” Logan says as he covers your bodies with a thick blanket.

You snicker and comment, “Can’t wait for the professor’s look on his face knowing we fucked in the middle of nowhere.”

“Pretty sure he already knows,” Logan smugly replies, and you smack his chest. You lightly chuckle as the darkness overcomes the two of you with sleep. The roses swaying and decorating the passion-filled lovers dozing off.

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cherry-burst · 26 days ago

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Caleb x MC “Beach Day”

The summer air warmed her skin the second she left her apartment. The beep of a car caught her attention and she turned to look, her hand shielding her eyes from the sun.

Caleb waved from the driver seat, stuck behind several cars in traffic. She smiled and rushed over to the vehicle and hopped in before the light turned green.

The AC in the car cut through the thick haze of humidity that was already dampening her brow.

As they headed to the beach, Caleb glanced over with each item she showed him. A couple of water bottles for each of them, his favorite sour candy, her favorite chocolate, fruit snacks, a bag of chips they both like and some cookies.

Caleb waved to the back seat of his car indicating the cooler he'd brought. He declared it filled with sandwiches he made for their lunch picnic and a few different sodas because, secretly, he wasn't sure what her favorites were anymore.

She adjusted the strap of her bathing suit top and pointed out the window as the ocean came into view. The undulating blue water sparkled invitingly against an equally blue sky.

Sand flew behind them as they ran to the beach, cooler and bags in hand. The two of them found a perfect spot to settle. There was a clear patch where seaweed hadn't washed up that was also a good distance away from other beachgoers.

Caleb tossed his shirt onto the towel she'd laid out for him and reached out his hand to invite her to go with him. Forsaking her cover-up and sandals, she grabbed his hand with a big smile and they rushed off to the ocean before them.

Despite the warm air, the water was cool against her skin. It was easy to wade through the lapping waves with Caleb pulling her forward. They walked until they could sink down into the refreshing waters and enjoy a swim.

Caleb went under first, wetting his black hair. He re-emerged, shaking his hair out and wiping water from his eyes. She laughed as the droplets splashed on her face. She dipped down too, the ocean water muffling the sound of wind rushing past and beachgoer's chatter. She stayed in the short infinity, floating weightlessly momentarily before coming back up for air.

Caleb stepped forward and circled his arm around her waist. Her toes sunk into the sand as he pulled her forward.

“Hi,” She smiled up at her new boyfriend.

“Hi,” He greeted her back, a large smile playing on his face.

Despite their relationship being so new, it felt like they'd been together forever. The first few weeks we're sort of awkward, getting used to each other's company in a new way. They both gave the relationship the grace they knew it needed to bloom and grow and now, as they stood toe to toe in the shallows of the sea, they were finally in sync.

Sunlight reflected off the surface of the water onto Caleb's face. A look of pure love enveloped his features as he bent his neck down to press his head against hers. Water droplets spilled down her face as her arms went up to encircle his neck.

When she realized they were about to kiss a giggle past her lips. It wasn't a nervous giggle. Instead, it was an excited one. A giggle that reflects how giddy her heart was in his presence. Caleb let out a small chuckle and rubbed his forehead against hers.

“Did we establish if PDA was okay?” He asked, his nose rubbing against the tip of hers..

The waves kept her body afloat, picking her up off the sand and then gently bringing her back down again.

“Nooope,” She smiled, her cheeks heating from both the sun’s rays and her proximity to an impending kiss. “But we can establish it now.”

“Hm,” Caleb pretended to think. His fingers brushed her wet hair off her shoulder. He kissed the apex of her shoulder and then looked up innocently. “Is it safe to say, kissing in public is okay?”

Her heart happily kicked into gear. “Um,” She pretended to think, her eyes drifting off to watch a flying seagull dip towards the beach and catch food mid-air that someone tossed at it. “I think it's safe to say, yes”

“How dare you keep me in suspense” Caleb teased, his face moving closer to hers once again. He angled himself to the right, his violet eyes holding her gaze. “How should I punish you?”

Water lapped all around them, the flow of the ocean moving them to and fro from where they started.

She hugged her arms around his neck closer, bringing his chest flesh with hers. The water, heat, and sweat made his skin feel sticky against hers.

“You holding off is punishment enough.”

He gave her a wicked smile “That's what I like to hear.”

His lips, warm from the sun's heat, gently pressed against hers. Her eyelids slid closed as she drank in the sensation. She tried to commit it to memory, like Caleb always did, every piece of information she could about their kiss. The exact placement of his hands on her hips, the sound of the seagulls calling out, the rush of the ocean waves as they backed away from land, and the thump in her chest that just his proximity seemed to ignite.

His fingers sunk into her flesh, his tongue dipped past her lips, and his wet hair tickled her face. Her legs lifted from the seafloor and wrapped around his waist. Caleb held her close in an embrace, his lips leaving hers only to change angles and kiss her anew.

The kiss lasted a while, before others began invading their space. They opted to regroup later, but for now, they had a beach day to enjoy. They swam in the ocean, dug around the sand to see who could find the coolest seashells, and bought ice pops from the bike vendor that was passing by.

The popsicle juice dripped down her chin and landed on her bathing suit top as they lounged on the beach. The towel she lounged on was sandy thanks to the wind, but she paid it no mind as she listened to Caleb chat with a passerby about recent whale sightings in the area. He seemed to attract people anywhere they went.

“They usually don't come this close,” Caleb said to her as the passerby left.

“Maybe the whales had to change their migration route for some reason.” She added, licking juice from the popsicle stick before it dripped on her again.

When their sandwiches were eaten, and their bodies sufficiently exhausted from the sun, the two packed up to leave.

Caleb's car would be full of sand for the next week despite their efforts to brush it off their shoes before entering. He smiled anyway and happily tapped his hand on the wheel to the music on the radio.

She invited him up to her apartment to wash off and stay for dinner. Caleb readily agreed to the change in plans of his day and rattled off some dinner ideas as they rode the elevator to the 5th floor.

They entered her apartment and emptied their pockets full of seashells into the bowl where she usually put her keys. The air conditioner had done its job while they were away, making her sigh in relief from the hot air her body had grown accustomed to. As they kicked off their shoes, she brushed the sand off Caleb's back.

“Thanks,” He smiled at her, then quickly frowned “You've got sand all over your face and neck.”

He gently brushed his hands over her skin, making her shiver despite being warm to the core from the weather. Sure enough, granules sprinkled her carpet.

“We should shower.” She said, pulling Caleb's cooler into her kitchen to store the leftover drinks in the fridge.

“‘We’ should?” He asked, a teasing tone lacing his voice.

She eyed him over the refrigerator door and playfully rolled her eyes. “I have to watch what I say around you now and how I say it?”

He let out a light laugh and rested his elbow on top of the fridge door. He watched her place the sodas in a row on the shelf. “You even have sand in your hair. I'll bet we'll be digging sand out of our belly buttons for a week.”

She turned the AC down to make it cooler in her apartment while Caleb plopped onto the couch. He brought his arm up to rest on the back of the couch and reclined “Ah, this is nice.” He said, closing his eyes.

As she moved to the living room, she drank him in. His hair was messy from the salt water, drying this way and that. His cheeks and nose were tinged pink despite all the reapplications of sunscreen she insisted they do. He looked tired around the eyes, yet his face held the smallest hint of a smile. Caleb was content.

A smile grew of her own and she slid onto his lap facing him. “Ooh, yes this is nice.” She teased.

Caleb's eyes flew open in surprise before his body reacted by pulling her in for a hug.

“I can't let my guard down around you, it seems.” His brows went up at his comment.

She hummed, a single finger tracing his sunkissed neck “Seems not. It isn't smart.”

“Oh? It isn't?” He questioned, his hand coming up to grab her wrists to stop her finger from venturing lower down his abdomen. He held her arm up in front of his face.

“Anything could happen, you know.” She insisted, adjusting her position to sit comfortably in his lap.

His eyes held hers for a moment, a familiar look of wanting crossing his features before retaliation struck that he didn't have to hold back anymore. He let go of her wrist and wrapped his arms around her.

“Anything?” His voice was quieter.

The AC unit kicked in, blowing freshly cooled air into the space. The sun, which was now preparing to set, shone its spectacular rays through the living room window and spilled its light over the couple.

“Even a meteor could crash down any minute,” She said, unable to help herself from cutting the tension. Despite their constant dates and hanging out, she still wasn't used to this more intimate side of Caleb.

He seemed to understand, smiling at her words and leaning back against the couch. “I see. That would be unfortunate.”

She felt the loss of closeness like a pang in her chest. She moved forward again, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly.

Caleb's brows rose, but he accepted the closeness. He took his chances tracing his fingertips over the curve of her jaw, the slope of her nose, and the edge of her lips.

Kissing in private felt more heavy than in public. It had more implications, like the fact that they were alone and there would be no one to disturb them anytime soon. No one could be witnessing their intimacy that they'd need to stop for. It was just them, and the unshared moments that stretched ahead that were a blank slate. Possibility hung in the air as they gazed at one another.

She swallowed the pooling saliva in her mouth and licked her lips. “Well, I can tell you what I'm down for. Out of anything.”

She wanted to pat herself on the back for being brave, especially when a flicker or something haughty flashed over Caleb's features. Did he like it when she took the initiative? She decided yes when his gaze dropped to her lips and he sighed.

“Tell me then. Don't keep me waiting.” His pupils dilated as he gazed at her.

She could tell his words were meant to be playful, but the seriousness of how he said them fueled her advances.

She was sure she was as red as a lobster, and it had nothing to do with her onsetting sunkissed glow.

“This?” She said, kicking herself internally for it sounding like a question instead of a sultry exclamation. She decided to move anyway, closing the distance between them and kissing Caleb on his parted lips.

He breathed into the kiss as if giving it life. His hand was in her air-dried hair, while the other moved to her lower back.

Her tongue touched his and they both took a sharp inhale. Would this ever become normal? Or had they both been pent up for so long that every touch between them would feel this electric?

His lips moved from hers, kissing along her jawline to her ear.

“You taste…” His voice was a low whisper, his breath tickling her lobe causing chilled bumps to race down her arm. “Salty, like the ocean.”

Her heart galloped away in her chest. His lips trailed over her neck, nipping and kissing her sensitive spots.

“And sandy?” Her voice was a sultry groan that she hadn't anticipated.

He huffed a laugh against the curve of her neck “Very,” His tongue teased her skin. “...but I don't mind.”

She let her voice be heard as his kiss trailed to her bathing suit strap then lower to her collar bone.

His body's reaction was obvious where she was seated. He was quickly growing more turned on with each bated breath she released. She couldn't tell if she was bold, or if she was pretending to be, but she rocked her hips once nonetheless to see his reaction.

A groan caught in the back of Caleb's throat and he caught his breath where his lips landed on her cleavage.

He pulled back, his half-lidded eyes locking with hers. “Do that again.” He asked, his hands sliding down her back to brace her.

She did it again as their lips collided once more. Caleb used his hands on her ass to rock her hips forward into his lap. She adjusted herself for optimum pleasure, making sure his length was hitting her in the right spot, then rocking again.

Caleb moaned into the kiss, his whole body curving forward into hers. He braced his feet on her floor and used his balance to grind back up into her.

Sweat broke out on her brow anew. Their kiss was a frenzy of passion while they rubbed themselves on one another for pleasure.

The shower would be delayed.

As the sunset, her automatic lamps clicked on, bathing the couple in a warm glow.

Caleb changed their positions, moving her down to lay on the couch while he fit himself between her legs. He kissed her neck and ear, rubbing his hard length against her clothed core.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing herself shamelessly on his hardness. It felt good, amazing even. She wondered if he could feel how wet she was as her bathing suit bottoms slid easily now against her slick center.

Caleb's moans were everything to her. It skyrocketed the experience by tenfold and made her feel dizzy with lust.

She felt braveness again as she reached down and palmed him through his bathing suit trunks. The arms he was using to hold himself up gave out and he rested on her chest.

“Please,” he hissed out, rocking his hips into her palm. “Hhh, yes” His sultry tone was new to her. She'd never heard him sound so pleasure drunk.

“Say my name..” She whispered, genuinely wanting to know what her name sounded like on his lips when his voice was so lustful.

Caleb moaned her name, his hips eagerly bucking into her palm. He said her name again, and again.

He eased up, his lips coming to claim hers in an eager kiss. His hand slid from her face to her chest, then lower.

“Can I…?” His palm moved down her stomach giving her massive butterflies.

“Yes.” She breathed out, hands trembling from anticipation.

His large hand slid down, cupping her pussy over her shorts. He rubbed as she rocked into his palm, making her lose all focus.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her body arching and flexing with this new intimate touch.

“Your turn,” He said, his lips finding her neck again. He whispered as his palm rubbed between her legs “Say my name,”

She groaned, her legs kicking out. Her full body blushed before she said “Caleb,”

He let out a harsh breath.

“Again, again,” he demanded, “Please.”

“Caleb,” She moaned.

He stopped his rubbing, then his fingers dipped down the front of her shorts and bathing suit bottoms.

“Caleb!” She gasped when his fingers brushed against her clit.

They trailed down the center of her pussy until they met their goal.

“You're so wet,” He said, as if he was talking to himself.

“Caleb,” she moaned his name again, this time louder.

“I want to touch you here so badly,” He admitted, dipping a single finger inside her. He rubbed his hard cock against her thigh.

“If feels.. Mmm, good," She admitted.

“Where does it feel the best?” He asked, moving his finger in and out, pressing down then up-.

“There!” She moaned. “Up, there, right there”

Caleb sighed, looking down at her. “Look at me,” his voice was soft and gentle. “Look at me, please.”

She peeled open her eyes and locked gazes with him. She'd never seen him so disheveled. She knew he'd never seen her in this state either.

His finger brushed up against that spot again, and she moaned. Her eyes started to close but Caleb called out her name. “Keep your eyes on mine while I finger you” He spoke as if he couldn't believe his own words. “Just, keep looking at me. Tell me how you like it.”

She nodded, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders. His finger felt incredible against her g spot. Her legs squirmed with pleasure with each pump of his finger.

She kept her eyes on him, her stomach sinking like she was falling from great heights.

Caleb studied her face, her reactions, and her body language as he fingered her. She was gasping and moaning under his touch.

“Now, how about here?” His wet fingers receded and moved up to circle her clit.

She arched into the touch, her eyes closing against their will.

“Keep looking at me,” He asked, his voice laced with a plea.

“Sorry, sorry.” she looked him in the eye again. “Yes, feels so so good, Caleb. Don't stop.”

A hint of amusement washed over his features. “Don't stop?” Realization glittered in his eyes. “…Do you want me to make you cum?”

His voice alone sent her stomach into a flutter. She nodded, his cheeks burning red. “Yes,”

His slick fingers rubbed her clit up and down, side to side, circles to the right, and left. “How do you like it?” He asked breathlessly.

She almost laughed. Everything he did felt amazing, she couldn’t possibly decide. “All of it.” She squeezed his shoulders. “Anything. How you're doing it right now,”

Her hips lifted from the couch as the pressure on her clit increased.

“You don't have to say anything else when you cum. Just say my name. Okay?” Caleb's voice was like a warm embrace, a safe space amongst the crackling fireworks in her mind.

“Yes yes, okay-” Her words were rushed out.

She breathed heavily, her hands fisting his white T-shirt, pulling and pushing as her mind spiraled into ecstasy.

Caleb leaned in, his eyes holding hers, looking from her left eye to her right eye.

“Spread your legs a little more, okay? You're clamping down, it's hard to maneuver.” His free hand pulled at her chin to angle her face to him.

She gripped the fabric of his shirt and did as he asked, easing her legs wider. Her thighs strained, wishing to clamp shut with the mounting pleasure.

“Oh, please don't stop don't stop don'tstopdon'tstop.”

“I won't” He reassured her.

His fingers swirled in a tantalizing circle with quick succession around her sensitive clit. She bucked and rocked faster than before, her eyes breaking contact with him for short moments before she re-engaged with his gaze.

“Mhm, Caleb!” She didn’t recognize her own needy voice as the swinging pendulum snapped and pleasure raced through her veins.

“That's it,” He encouraged as her body throbbed in time with her pleasure.

“Caleb, Caleb, Caleb..!” Her eyes were glued to his as he witnessed her reaction.

Soon, she slumped back to the couch, her body easing away from his touch. She sucked in air, heart hammering away against her rib cage.

Caleb hummed, his brows pressing together in concentration still.

“Did that feel good?” He asked, his forehead pressing into hers.

“Yes…” She huffed, “Yes it did.”

He smiled, cupping her cheeks in his hand and holding himself up by his elbows. “Then I want to make you feel like that all the time.”

Happiness flashed over his face before he leaned in and kissed her once more. A slow, eager kiss that stole the breath from her lungs.

She pulled back, her fingers running through his salty hair. “I want to return the favor…” Her hand slid down his chest to his stomach. Caleb let out a low gasp. “May I?” She tugged at his swim trunks' tie.

“I won't last...” He admitted a bit bashfully. His eyes searched her face to gauge her reaction.

“It's okay. But you deserve some relief.” Her fingers snuck down his waistband and her stomach flipped anew. His skin was smooth here, soft, and warm. She moved further and felt the base, hard and straining.

He rocked his hips into her hand, his gaze dropping down to watch her actions.

“Eyes up here,” She commanded. It was her turn to watch him.

Caleb’s gaze dragged up to her face again. He relaxed to one side of the couch and she scooted over to where they were almost side by side.

She took him in hand, but Caleb did all the work. He rutted himself into her fist, thrusting eagerly as he pressed his forehead against hers.

His breath came rapidly, his movements sloppy yet eager. His hand slid down her back as he anchored himself to her.

His cock was already leaking, impossibly hard, and swollen, eager for relief. He’d worked himself up when he was grinding on her. So much so that he’d been teetering on the edge since the beginning.

He moaned as he fucked into her hand. She tried to match his pace, jerking him off with as much enthusiasm as he was showing. His pleasure stricken face made him look even more handsome as their eyes locked, making the moment even more intimate.

He was right, he didn't last long. Without being told, her name was falling from his lips as cum soaked the front of his shorts. He throbbed in her hand, his hips stilling as he panted. The look of euphoria on his face would be ingrained in her mind forever.

She rubbed him after he stilled, coaxing out every last drop until he placed his hand on her arm to silently let her know he was spent.

He collapsed to the couch, his eyes closing and his chest heaving. His large arms wrapped around her smaller frame and he hugged her to his broad chest. His heart raced against her cheek as she snuggled against him. She relished in his warmth when he tightened his arms round her.

“Maybe now we can take that shower together.” She said, kissing his red cheeks and nose.

He huffed out a laugh. “Deal.” His speech was slowed as he recovered from the high. “But don't be hoggin’ all the hot water, got it?”

She laughed with a smile of pure joy on her face. It was like nothing had changed between them, yet everything had.

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reallchristine · 7 months ago

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ENERGY ─ chapter two

pairing: logan howlett x !f!reader

Set during x-men (2000) and X2

warnings: angst, hurt, violence, bad grammar?😭, basically the plot of the first movie!

previous chapter <- -> next chapter

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You stand, unable to move as you watch your younger sister lying against the bedroom wall you shared. She utters your name in shock, clutching her chest in pain.

“No, no, no...” You shake your head as your mumbles turn into shouts, watching your sister struggle to breathe.

“Please!” You cry, choking on your sobs as you try to break the unforeseen barrier.

Trying to fix what you’ve done.

But it’s too late.

You jolt awake, sweating and gasping for air. You look around, only to be met with the darkness of your bedroom.

The memories of the accident haunt your dreams. You tried burying the thought of what happened in the past, but it follows you, acting as a reminder of what you’ve done.

Starting to calm down, you slide out of your blankets, put on the slippers that are on the floor beside your bed, and make your way out of your room and down the steps. You enter the hall and finally through the doorway of the kitchen.

You pour yourself a cup of water and sit on the stool, gulping down the water as you try not to think about the recurring dreams that wake you up at night. Instead, you think about the information Jean told you before you headed to bed.

She wanted to give you an update on what they found after Logan’s x-ray. Apparently, his bones were bonded with adamantium metal, and he was able to withstand the process because of his mutation, recalling what Jean had told you.

Before you can continue with your thoughts, you look up to see Logan entering the kitchen.

“Hi,” you say, greeting him with a timid smile.

“Hey.” he replies, as he starts to look around the kitchen.

“Uhm, are you looking for something?” you ask, watching him open the fridge and then close it right after. He turns to you, “Got any beer?”

“This is a school,” you say, staring at him.

“So, no?”

“No.” You reply, shaking your head as you find yourself amused by his odd question.

“If you want something to drink, there’s soda in that cupboard,” you tell him, pointing to its location. He walks up to it, opens the small cupboard door, and reaches for a soda.

“Thanks,” he says, twisting the bottle cap open as he takes a seat across from you. “So, you’re a teacher at this school?” he asks, striking up a conversation.

“Yup, I teach chemistry,” you reply.

“Chemistry, huh,” he says while taking a swig of his drink. He asks another question, “And how’s that working out for ya?”

“Surprisingly well,” you respond with a shrug, pausing as you continue. “I mean, I enjoy science, and I like being able to work with kids, so it’s nice.”

“Looks like that’s going nicely for you,” he says with a bit of humor in his tone.

“I guess you could say that,” you answer, moving off the stool you were sitting on to put away the now-empty cup.

“Anyways, I should be heading back to bed.” you tell him, walking towards the kitchen door.

“Me too,” he replies, letting out a sigh and throwing away his empty bottle, following you.

You both make your way up the stairs heading to your separate rooms.

“Goodnight, Logan.” you say with a sleepy smile.

“‘Night,” he replies, watching you enter your room before he enters his.

You return to your blankets to get some more rest, checking the clock on your nightstand before shutting your eyes: 1:02 a.m.

Turning in bed, you quickly sit up, awakened by the sound of someone screaming.

You run out of your room to see a crowd forming in front of Logan’s bedroom. You rush into the room only to find Rogue using her powers on Logan.

“Everyone back to your rooms!” you say, some kids doing as you asked while others continue to stay.

The others rush into the room after you. Ororo now stands by your side as Scott switches on the lights.

Rogue lets go of Logan as he falls to the ground. “It was an accident.” she says, quickly turning to you and walking away.

The morning after the events of last night leaves you drained. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you prepare to set up the classroom for a new lesson.

Students start coming into your class once the bell rings, sitting at their designated seats. The last of your students to walk through the door is Rogue.

You smile at her when she enters. Rogue quickly takes a seat at her desk as you begin your lesson.

As your students finish the last bit of their notes, the bell rings, indicating the end of class. They pack up quickly, saying goodbye as they leave your class.

“Rogue!” you call as she turns to you, stopping just before the door. “I wanted to ask how you’re doing?”

“I’m fine,” she answers timidly.

“I know what happened last night wasn’t your fault,” you pause, “It wasn’t anyone’s fault.”

She stares at you.

“Look, I know how it feels to be scared of your mutation,” you tell her.

“No, you don’t,” she replies, shaking her head.

“Trust me, I do,” you say, raising your hand between the two of you as you start forming a small ball of energy in your hand. “I wasn’t able to control my mutation before, and honestly, I’m scared that sometimes I still can’t,” you tell her as the ball of energy slowly disappears.

You continue, “But this place, this school, it helped me. It gave me opportunities I thought I could never have in this cruel world.”

“Which is why I don’t want you to think you’re less than anyone here. You have the same opportunities as everyone else at this school. You deserve to thrive,” you tell her with a smile.

“Thank you.” she says, returning the smile.

“Of course, Rogue-” you say.

“Marie.” she corrects quickly.

“I’m always here if you need me, Marie.” you say to her. She smiles and walks out of your class as the bell rings for your next class.

As the school day finally finishes, you start to clean up the papers left on your desk.

“Y/n!” Ororo says, bursting into your classroom.

“Ororo? What is it?” you ask, confused.

“It’s Rogue. She ran away,” she tells you.

“What?! I just talked to her earlier,” you say.

“Charles found her at a train station. Logan’s already on his way there. Scott and I are going to follow. You should come,” she tells you.

“Alright. But my mutation—”

“You’re going to be fine,” she reassures you. You nod at her as you both walk out of your class.

When you arrive at the station, you walk up to the front desk with Ororo while Scott look’s around.

“She’s about 17, um, my height, and has brown hair,” she tells the man at the ticket booth. You stand close behind her as she continues to speak, when you suddenly hear large footsteps approaching the both of you.

You turn around only to be met with Sabertooth.

“Ororo—” you say before you are grabbed into a chokehold and smashed against the glass.

“Scream for me,” he says.

Ororo, who was caught off guard, tries to use her powers but is suddenly knocked out by Sabertooth, who grabs her and throws her against the wall before dropping you to the floor.

Scott rushes toward you both, pushing people out of the way, only to be stopped when his visor is grabbed, making him shoot a hole in the roof of the station.

You hastily get up with a groan, your neck and head throbbing as you start to build up energy in your hands, stretching your arms and creating a blast of energy.

You fire it toward Sabertooth as he breaks through the wall, hitting the ground from the blast.

You run toward Ororo, who is slowly getting up from the ground. “Are you okay?!” you ask, helping her up.

“Yeah,” she responds, rubbing her head and taking your hand.

“Come on, let’s get Scott,” you say, holding her up while your eyes scan the area for Scott.

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Shaken Soda

You have therapy and Remus is too kind. Remus Lupin x fem!reader. mondern!au

cw: mentions of therapy/mental health issues. Slight mention of unintentional self injury.

780 words

“Thank you, see you next week.” You muttered politely, exiting the small visiting room.

“See you then.” Your therapist smiled warmly at you. You appreciated the gesture, but wrapped your arms around your middle protectively anyway.

"Bye." The word was just barely a whisper as you turned to walk down the hall, but you were interrupted.

“Oh by the way, we covered a lot today. I’m proud of you, Y/N. Just, make sure to look after yourself extra.” They gave another polite nod and skirted back into their office. You gave a tight-lipped smile at the now closed door before walking down the hall to the waiting area, dreading the walk home in the pouring rain and shivering cold. You pulled the hood of your coat over your head before checking your phone, stalling.

Hey, dovey. It’s pretty nasty out so I’m going to come pick you up. Be there when you get out. x

You were equal parts grateful and distressed. Happy you wouldn’t be soaked down to your bones, but worried about your boyfriend seeing you in such a raw state. You checked the mirror by the entryway, wiping away mascara residue and pressing your cold hands to your cheeks in a desperate attempt to reduce the redness splotching over your eyes and nose.

Though Remus would likely see through any attempts at sweeping your struggles under the rug, he was far more perceptive than anyone gave him credit for.

You listened to the ding of the bell as you swung the door open, walking under the awning to where Remus’ black car was parked. You opened the door, being hit with a wave of toasty AC.

“Hi lovely.” His amber eyes greeted you with their usual warmth. (Warmth that was pretty much reserved for you).

“Hey Remmy.” You said, much to quiet and reserved for his liking, leaning over the center console to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Thanks for the spin. You didn’t have to drive in the rain.” Your comment earned an eye roll from Remus, though he was still smiling as he pulled out onto the road.

“Don’t. I get to spend extra time with you, and I’ll never complain about that.” He placed a large hand on your thigh, gently kneading the flesh there. “Almost forgot,” He reached into the cupholder. “Got this for you.” You were handed a to-go cup full of coffee. Your favorite. You swore you could sob all over again.

“Rem… You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. Anyway it wasn’t completely selfless, I was craving a fog.” You still looked at him all glossy and doe eyed.

“Thank you.” Your voice was so small. It was only when he looked over at you that he noticed your swollen features and red-rimmed eyes. He could swear there were burns on your cheeks from the scratchy material of your sleeves after being rubbed and wiped raw and cruelly.

“You doin’ okay, sweet girl?” He tried hard to keep his eyes on the road and stop a notch of concern from appearing between his dark eyebrows, knowing it would only push you more into your shell.

“Yeah, ‘m okay.” You picked at your nails. Remus took a deep breath.

“I’m not gonna make you talk about it,” He started and you tried to keep from wincing. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him or didn’t want to tell him what you had discussed, the emotions it brought up, but you knew that when you cracked the lid on your frayed feelings, everything would come out all at once. Tears, murmured fears and all. You were like a pop bottle that had been violently shaken, one wrong move and a mess would be everywhere. “But I want you to know I’m proud of you.” He checked the road around him before making brief eye contact with you. “Really, really proud. I know it can be scary. But also, please know, I’m here if you every need to talk about anythin’. I’ve got you, sweet girl.”

You nodded as he turned onto your street. You were still feeling raw, but you could feel it subsiding, just by being in his presence. “I know you do.” You looked over at him as he pulled up to your place and put the car in park. It didn’t take many long for you to unclick your seatbelt, leaning over your drinks and wrapping your arms around his shoulders tightly. Remus stiffened in surprise, but then hugged you back, smoothing his hands up and down your thick coat. “Thank you.” You whispered into his neck.

“It’s what I’m here for, lovely. I’m always gonna be here.”

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