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joelsflower · 2 months ago

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love language | origins!logan x f!reader

logan told you one million times he didn’t want anything for his birthday… anything besides you, lingerie and the moonlight.

a/n: hiiii <33 lis disappeared but is back again and apparently still obsessed with the concept of hot old men unwrapping you like a present. the hugh jackman fever hit me VERY hard and im down bad cough cough enjoy! also to enhance the experience when i say “he looked up at you” pls picture him exactly like in this picture ☝🏼and expect to feel something growing in ur belly in the next 9 months

wc: 4k

warnings: 18+ mdni. pure smut and fluff!! lingerie, logan is obsessed w reader, older!logan (i picture him in origins cause wtf is this man and reader in her early/middle 20s but up to you! legal ofc!!) fingering and eating out but brief cause reader is hot to go!, blowjob, facefucking & deepthroat (not rough), unprotected piv (wrap it up!), creampie, AFTERCARE!!! like SO MUCH logan is soooo soft!dom in this the whole time is like toothache sweet cause it’s a lis fic and yes. they are IN LOVE yall. oh and also reader is a kindergarten teacher (oops

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“Stay”

You grabbed his wrist the moment he recollected his will to leave the end of the bed. Logan’s eyes turned soft, finding you from over his shoulder and turning around to follow the sunlight that kissed your cheeks.

“I wish, angel,” he cooed, both hands brushing your cheeks while his body towered over you “but someone already made me late, huh?”

You gave him a shy smile to meet the smirk that adorned his features, both of you sharing the memories of your bodies tangled just minutes prior. “Wanted to give you a present,” you almost whispered, remembering the one hundred times he told you he didn’t want anything for his birthday.

Not a cake, not a present, not a party. Nothing. Just you.

Logan’s smile faded, but you knew he wasn’t mad. With large hands embracing your neck softly, he kissed you on the forehead, “told you,” on the nose, “you are,” on the jaw, “the only thing i want”, and on your mouth, leaving the taste of him to linger on your lips throughout the whole day.

Your eyes slowly drifted up to find his gaze, the back of your head now resting on his palms.

“Promise” he gave you a sterner look before walking towards the door, “I promise,” you whispered, following as the smile you had earned earlier returned to his face, his back only turning to you when he heard the words fall from your lips.

But it was only a half promise. After all, he still wanted nothing but you, right?

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The day passed by very slowly. You didn’t work on fridays, so you spent the most of it correcting some grades and planning the activities for your next week’s classes. You missed the kids, you can’t lie, and having glue and glitter all over your house definitely distracted you from the little something that was waiting patiently inside a very fancy box on the back of your closet.

The sun was setting around the time Logan would be home and you also had finished all the things you had planned earlier, so you used the time you had to take a shower and get ready.

The scent of some very sweet flower graced your nostrils when you pulled the lid of the heart-shaped box. Your eyes glowed in awe when your fingertips brushed the delicate baby pink lace, the little hairs on your lower belly goosebumping with anticipation, thinking how beautiful you’d feel in it and how the man that loved you would feel about you in it.

And that’s when you heard his steps on the stairs.

Logan arrived silently, and in part to make sure you hadn’t burnt yourself out making some sort of surprise for him. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, but all the glitter and glue on the table and the all the silence scared him a bit.

“Baby?” He called you while undressing himself down to his black t-shirt and boxers. “Oh, hey you,” his expression softened when his eyes found your head peaking from the bathroom door, gaze savoring the sight of him slowly unbuckling his belt.

“How was your day?” you asked watching him from the same spot, the muscles of his arms flexing when he reached to close the door and turn off the lights. Exactly how he said, the only things he wanted for his birthday were you, the lingerie he still didn’t know about, and the moon watching the two of you through the window.

“Great. Apparently someone told the guys it was my birthday and they let me work on paper today. So… Not so tired as I usually am.”

“I’m not sorry for that,” you smiled, knowing exactly who told the guys it was his birthday.

“I know,” he reciprocated your smirk, offering a hand in your direction. “Come here.”

Your breath got momentarily caught in your throat, excitement bursting in your body like fireworks in your veins.

“Close your eyes,” you said.

“Sweetheart-“

“Please?”

And how could he not? When your soft voice asked so nicely for him to? And the sweet and at the same time sexy scent of your perfume bewitched his thoughts? With your eyelashes blinking up at him and making the cold of his claws run to the lower of his spine? If closing his eyes would end the distance between you, then he would.

You then stepped carefully towards him, trying not to bump onto his knees and ruin the surprise.

You took both of his hands within yours, playing his fingers with your smaller ones. The simple contact made him shiver, the warmth of your presence washing all his tiredness and worries away.

“Could sit here with my eyes closed and just smell you forever”

You grinned. You knew his senses were heightened and definitely wanted to play with it tonight.

“Well, you told me you didn’t want to receive anything,” you then brought his hands to the sides of your thighs, the firmness of his palms on your soft skin sending shivers up and down your belly.

“Not totally true,” he thumbed your leg, fingertip brushing dangerously close to the fabric.

“Mhmm,” your hands glued on top of his and guided them a little lower, his palms now resting on top of the delicate, lacy garters adorning your thighs, “but I want you to feel it.”

Logan’s thoughts were in completely caos. Which of course, could only be translated by the grin on his face. You were close enough that he could not only smell your perfume and your scent, but knowing that he was the one causing that and with so little effort drove him insane. He could hear your accelerated heartbeat and used the grip on your legs to soothe you, moving his thumbs up and down, up and down, very slowly, feeling the contrast between the lacy fabric and your thighs.

“Yeah?”

You agreed silently, using your grip to move one of his hands all the way up to your belly in a very slow motion, to then release them both and let Logan’s fingers dance freely around your body.

The one hand he kept down gripped your thigh harder, snaking down to the back of your knee to bend it over his own leg, giving him better access to the rest of you. The thumb on your belly caressed around of your belly button in small circles and traced all the little flowers and bows on the thing garter that hugged your waist and decorated your breasts. The image being painted on Logan’s mind was already enough to make his underwear start to stiffen.

“Oh, baby,” he breathed, and it felt like the first fresh breath he had taken in the day.

The contrast of his rough digits with your delicate skin made your body a too tight space to contain yourself, inching closer to him at every touch. He then surrounded your middle with both of his arms and gave your stomach a kiss, your fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck when he moved his face upwards, his chin rested on your tummy, eyes inching to meet yours.

“Can I see you, princess? Please?”

You hummed a quiet “mhmm”, and when he looked up at you with the most lovelorn eyes you had ever seen, you weren’t strong enough to hold back and kissed him.

It felt like the first kiss you two have had in a lifetime; deep, warm and wet. Your tongues danced together while his arms kept you impossibly closer, hands tightly holding from the back of your thighs to the top of your spine. When you parted to breathe, his eyes found yours again;

“There’s my girl. Let me see you, baby,” he held your hand in his and you took his signal to do a little spin, showing him your lacy one-piece.

“Happy birthday, love” you whispered, hands resting on his shoulders to balance yourself, one leg returning to rest on his.

“So you’re my present, hm?” Logan waited for you silent confirmation, palms devouring your thighs and ass while the kisses that he so gently placed on your knee slowly inched forward, “and do I get to unwrap you, angel?”

At that moment your walls were already pulsing with desire and your mind was already empty of words. You felt his lips wrap at a very special place on your inner thigh while his opposite hand moved up to message one of your boobs. You knew it wouldn’t take much for any of you to release control and quit the teasing, and being both on the verge of bursting the whole day waiting for the other, that was the time and the place.

You whimpered when his hand moved down and cupped your clothed center, his lips now distributing pecks on your hip while your nails dig in his shoulders.

“Gonna let me taste you, sweet girl? Hm?” He kissed your beating clit trough the lace and you nodded your head fastly, not being able to hold back anymore. You knew very well the animalistic look he had on his eyes now and the way his hands couldn’t rest in just one spot; he wanted nothing but to devour, explore and adore you.

With your consent, Logan wasted no time in sliding the delicate fabric to the side to meet your leaking pussy. The groan that left his chest when he saw your juices dripping to down your legs put your whole body on fire, followed by the cold that ran through your veins when two of his digits gently spread your lips apart.

“Fuck, look at you,” his thumb toyed with your clit, drawing little circles with a small pressure of the pad, “that’s how wet this little pussy gets for me, hm? Left you waiting the whole day to take care of you… Bad ol’ man, ain’t I?”

“N-no, you’re g-ood,” you managed to take the words out, eyes rolling to the back of your head and nails digging impossibly deeper into his shoulders when his digits lowered down and teased your opening, “and I wanna. Fuck. Wanna be good for you, Logan.”

“Oh, you are, princess. You’re my best girl.”

Pressing your clit between his lips and tongue, he sucked and savoured on it as if you were the source of all life on the planet, the most succulent fruit to the most starving man, like he himself once said; the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. His fingers pumped in and out of your hole rhythmically, hitting deeper and deeper each time. His other hand gripped your ass tightly and pressed your lower body impossibly closer to his face, making you moan loudly with all the stimulation.

You felt your walls start to clench his digits and pulled his head back by his hair to join your mouths in a wet, hot kiss, your other hand slowly removing his own from your sopping pussy, your shaking legs leading you to straddle him.

In his lap, the kiss only deepened; your and his movements were desperate, constantly searching for each other. You gripped his shirt by the collar and helped him take it off of his body, his muscular torso greeting you. Your hands eagerly pressed against his chest while Logan dig his fingers deep into your waist and moved you back and forth, your cunt pooling his underwear with the grinding of your exposed center on his throbbing and neglected cock.

“Wait- Logan, wait,” you pulled his roots again, making him moan.

“I’m here,” he rest his forehead on yours, fingers playing with the ends of your head while your breaths and heartbeats found the other’s rhythm.

“Wanna suck on you��

“Get on your knees for me then,” he demanded after a moment staring at you, trying to hide in his smile the excitement that flooded through his body.

You removed your body from his finding balance on his shoulder, lowering down to your knees on the carpet with the help of his arms around you.

He looked so, so beautiful like this. His prince hair and strong shoulders outerlined by the glowing moonlight that touched his back. His arm muscles tensin when one palm rested on his thigh and the other lowered down to finger-kiss your face. The “thank you, I love you” look he had on his eyes the whole time you were together. Who wouldn’t get get on their knees for this?

“That’s it princess, comfortable there?” You nodded and spread his legs a little, giving you space to kneel closer. He gave you another peck on the lips and moved his hands to rest flat on the bed, giving you all the freedom to do your thing.

You started by running your hands up and down his thighs while kissing down his abdomen, the thick path of hairs on his belly tickling your lips. Slowly, your hand snaked to his boxers while your mouth kept him distracted, licking the angry veins on his happy trail.

You palmed him eagerly, the volume of his member filling your whole palm and a little more. This first contact was enough to earn a raspy groan from his chest and some beads of precum that pooled on the little wet patch between his tip and boxers, where you butterfly-kissed before finally putting his underwear down.

You used your hands to spread his precum down and pump him a bit, desperate to have him in your mouth, you kept moving up and down while your mouth lowered to wrap around his tip, nursing on it like it was your favorite lollipop.

Your messiness has Logan seeing stars. Spit and precum was all over your face already, tongue darting up and down his shaft with desire. He almost screamed when your fingers played with the very top of his head and you lowered your mouth to his balls, suckling each into your mouth carefully.

“Jesus baby, that’s my girl, fuck-“

But it wasn’t enough. You were starved for him, for his pleasure. You waited the whole day to see his mouth hanging in bliss and you also wanted him to have what he wanted. You took his mouth of off his balls and kept lazily stroking him, lashes batting up to meet his eyes, “Fuck my mouth?”

Logan couldn’t believe how such a cute thing like you could look so sexy saying such filthy words. He loved it.

“Are you sure?” You nodded.

He then motioned for you to scoot back a little so he could get up, positioning himself in front of you, now both of you in front of the bed, sides facing the window.

He could die like this. The last thing he would ever see in his life could easily be you, on your knees, fucked out face with his precum and spit all over your face, with the moonlight reflecting on your rounded eyes just waiting for him to love on you. And he would die peacefully.

“Gonna start real gentle, ‘kay?” he assured you while brushing your hair back to hold it in his hands, one wrapping around the strands at the back of your head and the other holding his member.

“Lemme see this pretty tongue, baby’” he waited for your mouth to hang open and positioned his tip on top of your waiting tongue, tapping and circling it there. Logan kept teasing you (and himself) for a moment like this, smearing the leaking tip of his cock all over your mouth, tracing your tongue and lips at a torturing pace until he understood the desperate look in your widened eyes and scrunched brows, a silent “please”.

“Shh, gonna give you what y’want, princess. Suck on the tip, hm? Just the tip. Like you were doing before,” you loved when he ordered you around like this, especially when he looked so big towering over you and his voice was so low and deep like it was right now. You wasted no time in closing your already plump lips around him and deliciously suffocating his bulbous head in your mouth.

“That’s it bub, fuck. That’s my girl,” he loved when you were so obedient like you were right now during sex, his own little princess. His free hand stroked the part of his cock that wasn’t enveloped by your lips, using the mix of your spit and his own precum that was everywhere by now.

Your hands left your lap to dig into his thighs and your movements started to get more shallow, eyelids heaving and lashes blinking slowly up at him. You knew what you wanted, and Logan knew too, and he was gonna give it you.

The hand that was on his cock moved up to hold your jaw and the back of your head, inclining it up a bit so your face was now completely turned to him. This simple move of his already made his cock slip a little further into your mouth, taking a moan from both of you.

“Shhh, angel, yeah, that’s it,” his firm hold in the back of your head allowed you to stop moving and he slowly started to move his hips, pumping his cock in and out of your mouth carefully to not gag you. Not right now, at least. “Gonna give it to you slow, baby. You can take it, can’t you?” He knew an answer for you wouldn’t be exactly available at the moment, but you gave your best to manage out a nod, “know you can, bub.”

Logan kept his pace for a while before roughening and fastening it a bit to prepare you, tightening his grip on your head and steading the movements of his hips, his cock now halfway into your mouth, in and out, in and out. He felt your lips and throat loosening and the gagging sounds leaving your lips were driving him insane, his bones were on fire from keeping back and not just fuck your throat like he (and you) wanted.

When his tip kissed the edge of your throat you let your eyes close and your hands fall to his calf, letting him know you were ready, “just a bit more, sweet girl, just-“ his tip entered your throat with ease, curving a bit to follow its anatomy. When your lips finally touched the hairs on his base and his whole cock was seated into your hot mouth, he stilled completely.

You could hear his heavy breathing as if he ran a marathon in five minutes. The silence between the two of you letting you know that if he said or did anything he was surely cuming at that right moment. Logan’s eyes were closed and his head turned to the ceiling, brows furrowed trying to contain himself.

Your fingers caressed his leg slightly, reminding him you were ready, and when his gaze turned down to give you attention, dark and serious, like a big wolf preying down a little bunny, you knew what he was feeling. It faded quickly though when his eyes found yours, his rough expression turning into a smile, “you’re my best girl, aren’t you? That’s what y’wanted babe? To choke on my dick?”

You blinked your eyes assuringly, the heaviness of your eyelids taking a sexy, deep laugh from his chest. His hand left your head momentarily to caress your cheek with the back of his point finger, “think you can swallow for me?” he whispered.

You’ve done that before, and the feeling was nothing like anything you’ve ever experienced, the both of you. And you felt that it was coming by the calm and patient way he was dealing with you tonight. Logan was always careful to ask for things that edged your limits, always trying his best to keep you safe and comfortable. And who were you to deny the birthday boy what he was asking for?

You prepared yourself and slowly clenched your throat, suffocating his tip in the curve of it. Tears involuntarily pooled and fell from your eyes with the overstimulation and the feeling of oh, being so full of him, of his cock angrily pulsing in the whole extent of your mouth and now your throat. Logan’s eyes turned to the back of his head and his mouth hanged open, his fingers flexing in your hair to not lose control.

“O-one more time ba-“ and before he could even finish his sentence you were swallowing him down again, this time earning a loud and raspy groan from him, “fuck! baby, c’mon,” he carefully pulled himself from your mouth, cock hanging angry and desperate from your activities. “Need to feel you,” and kissed you hungrily.

He pulled you by your arms and intertwined them around his neck, tapping your bum slightly in a sign for you to jump in his lap. Logan was careful to drop you on the bed, never parting your lips and laying with his whole body weight on top of you. The hairs on his chest feathering over your nipples and the kiss of his tip over your folds were growing in you a type of desire you couldn’t quite decipher.

Sweat, spit and love were everywhere, your bodies swayed under the moonlight as if you were one. While your tongues fought for space into the other’s mouth, he reached a hand down and starting to thumb your clit, applying a delicious amount of pressure that had your mouth unplugging from his with a whine. When you felt his head finally circling your hole, you released him and turned around.

“Like that?” Logan watched as you switched positions, large palm finding your lower back while you placed yourself tummy down on the bed. “Can we?” you whispered, looking at him over your shoulder.

Logan smiled; if you kept being this cute he was going to fuck the sense out of you without effort. His other hand reached behind your knee and lifted it, giving him more easy access to you. Positioning himself into your entrance, he slipped his cock up and down your folds, your juices mixing in a squelching sound.

When he felt your hole flutter and your eyes close, your smaller fingers gripping the sheets, he reached up and kissed a drying tear in your cheek, “shhh baby, g’na go slow, ‘kay?” you nodded. There’s no exaggeration, Logan was big. Big and wide and veiny and filled you in all the right places.

The moment his head eased into you, you were seeing stars. The way your walls spread to welcome his girth made your mind fuzzy and all your senses heightened, the moan he left ecoed in your brain and the touch of his hand embracing yours burned like fire. He slowly pressed forward until his cock was perfectly engulfed inside you, both his member and your walls pulsing in unison.

“Move,” you mewled, fingers gripping his thumb in need. Logan used the hand on the small of your back to balance himself, starting to pump in an out at a perfect pace; not so fast but not so slow, deep, deep as he could to kiss every inch of your cunt and rearrange your insides.

“Pussy so warm, angel. Gripping me so tight,” he sad in your ear, “my little sweet gift.”

Stars exploded all the way down your spine, the fullness of his cock pumping your pussy and the weight of his body pressing on top of yours drove you over the edge, your walls gripping him tightly while you came, bringing his thumb into your mouth.

“That’s it, sweet girl, come for me,” he kissed your temple, “gush this cock, it’s all yours,” Logan slowed his pace inside you to let you calm down, caressing your hair and distributing kisses around your teary eyes.

“Think you can take a bit more, princess?” he whispered gently in your ear, his cock still throbbing inside you, “just a bit and I’ll be done. So I can fill your pussy up and good? Keep you full and plugged with me, hm?” You nodded with his thumb still between your lips and felt his hips meet your ass again.

It was so good. The overstimulation had you throbbing nonstop and your head in the clouds. Logan’s groans and moans were music to your ears along with his “that’s it, princess, fuck”, “whose’s pussy is this, hm? All mine to fuck and love on, ain’t it?”, “yeah, baby, that’s my sweet girl. Taking it so good f’me”, until he himself could take anymore, his cock pulsating and balls stiffening, until his voice got muffled by a low groan and you felt his seed fill you completely, gushing your insides and spilling down and off your walls.

“Fuck, fuck,” he whispered, tired. His forehead rested on your temple as you both calmed down, breathing harmonised. Logan awaited until you opened your eyes and delicately pulled his thumb from your mouth, brushing your hair off of your face.

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hey,” you reciprocated, receiving a little peck on the lips, that turned into many many kisses all over your face while his palm messaged your back. “Thank you, sweetheart. Gonna pull out now, ‘kay?”

While Logan left to the bathroom to clean himself and find a cloth to clean you, you rested your chin on your forearms and stared up at the full moon through the window, sweetly reminiscing the last hour and thanking her for him. On moments like these all your mind could process was Logan Logan Logan.

“Here, bub,” he carefully whipped the fluids from your pussy, the pair of you giggling when you clenched in sensitivity, “c’mon, I draw the bath.”

You hand Logan spent another hour in the warm bath, cleaning and caressing and stealing kisses while the bubbles danced on your skin. You rested your head on his chest and lifted one finger, using the others to simulate a lighter to lit up the “candle”. “Here, make a wish,” you motioned it in front of his face, taking a laugh from him, who closed his eyes and made some funny faces to amuse you. He then blew your finger and playfully bit it, “what did you wish?”

“Well, I can’t tell you, can I?”

You kissed him and closed your eyes, laying back to your position on his shoulder.

“You. You’re my only wish.”

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kiru-da-ho-beeeech · 4 years ago

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Sugar Daddy AU - Mista

Warning: NSFW, degradation, death threat, choking, spanking, hair-pulling, implied murder, I wrote and post in mobile so I can't put this under the cut, read the warnings please

Did I really just write a 2k word fic because Mista called himself Daddy? Yes. Yes, I did.

It was the garterbelt and stockings that did him in, you knew.

Amazement and lust shone clear in his eyes as you slid off your long coat, revealing the lingerie set that had been gifted to you last week. Your Daddy sat in his office chair, a leg atop his knee and his bottom lip trapped between white teeth as one hand lowered and put out a half-burned cigarette in an ashtray. His eyes burned holes in your body, travelling up and down, especially lingering at your stocking-clad legs. You rubbed your thighs together. He took a deep breath.

You giggled at his reaction. He really made it too easy.

"Care to tell me why you're here wearing that, baby?" He asked after a few minutes of staring.

You strode to him, crossing the distance from the door to his desk, and sat on the cold mahogany surface. Ass facing him, of course. He let out a slow breath at how the globes looked, soft and perfectly squished.

"I went to Paris." You began, twirling a lock of hair between your fingers.

"Cool. How was it?"

You made a drawn and disinterested 'eh' sound as your palm began moving up and down your thigh. His ebony eyes followed it like a hawk watching a mouse.

"It was fun. I ate raw oysters. Got new clothes, shoes, perfume…" you stretched a hand out to him, wrist up, "Wanna smell?"

You knew he knew what you were playing at. He wasn't the Don for nothing. Yet, he still leaned down, encircling your wrist in a gentle grip and bringing it up to his nose to take a whiff. Though the rule of the business was to not get attracted to your benefactor, the way his nose flared as his eyes closed did some things to you. He's just so damnably handsome and obliviously sexy that you can't help the way your gut wrenched nor the way your cunt flooded with moistness. Once he opened his eyes to look at you, they were half-lidded and burning with desire.

He grinned, dimples dipping so deep it made your mouth water. You wanted nothing more in that moment than to lick them, "Smells good, baby. Delicious."

Distract yourself, your conscious screamed, you came here with a mission to complete. Your eyes scanned his desk and found a mug. You reached for it, taking back your hand from him. You picked up the mug and drank from it absent-mindedly, surprised at what you tasted on your tongue.

"M-Milk?"

He chuckled, "Oh, yeah. I ate something too spicy earlier. Which reminds me--"

He patted his knee, a signal for you to come sit on Daddy's lap. You complied, putting the mug back down. You removed yourself from the desk and rounded it, spreading your legs and straddling him-- his crotch in particular-- then wrapped your arms loosely around his neck. You could already feel his semi-hard length pressing against you, teasing you with promises of a good time and a sore body.

"-- My tongue still hurts like shit. I need something sweet." His hands firmly gripped your thighs, "To balance it out, you know?"

The way he ogled at your breasts told you it wasn't food he's talking about.

Despite your determination not to give in, you ground your hips to his.

He released a shaky sigh, burying his head at the crook of your neck and gripping your sides harder. You did it again, firmer this time, which earned a low rumble from him.

"Baby girl, what is it that you need?" His voice weakly asked. God, he's so easy to tease you almost feel bad.

Almost.

"Daddy, I had so much fun in Paris… Thank you for sending me there and giving me an allowance~" He just grunted as a response so you continued, "but I've used them all up and my bills are due next week."

He lifted his head to look at you. Smirking, he held the side of your face. His hands were warm and rough, and you leaned into it instinctively.

"That so?" His thumb stroked your cheek, swiping lower and massaging your bottom lip, "But baby, our condition says I'll only give you your allowance once a month. We can't breach the contract now, can we?"

You whined. It was too good to be true. He may act silly and friendly, but he was still the Don. The most powerful person in the gang. He won't give in so easily.

He took your arm off his neck, guiding your hands down his belt. With a seductive smile, he said, "If you want more, you'll have to work for it dolcezza."

Ah, of course. This was a transaction of gestures. And you were all too eager to participate in the exchange if it meant seeing six digits in your bank account.

You removed yourself from his lap while he stood. Kneeling in front of him, you unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, letting his member spring out. You were just about to put him in your mouth when he stopped you, guiding you to bend down on his desk. You thought it was going to be one of those days where he had to fuck you quickly because he's in a rush. Maybe an appointment in thirty minutes or so?

You released a startled cry when his palm connected with your behind rather harshly.

"You think you can just come in here unannounced?" His voice was dark and gravelly, tickling your core like a feather and making you even wetter. He stroked the abused spot lightly, the skin already feeling like it's on fire. The sting felt so splendid, so dirty. You never even thought you were into pain until you met him. Only he knew how to deliver it in ways that had you craving for more. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, "I'm the Don, puttana. You have no right to do as you wish, and you do not disrespect me like that, am I clear?"

A whimper escaped your throat, "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry."

"Very good. I like you, (Y/N). I'd hate it if you have to go for being too much of a little brat." That wasn't a threat, as you've learned. In the world he lived in, it was a warning. There was a cold edge to his words and it made your heart beat erratically to the rush of both fear and excitement. He was truly dangerous, the only man who could kill you and wipe your existence from the planet as though you've never existed in the first place. Being his sugar baby meant being the devil's plaything. L'incarnazione del diavolo, that's what he's called. The devil's incarnation. He was the plague inside Pandora's box: cruel, merciless, inhuman-- a chaotic package wrapped up in delightful curly black hair, broad shoulders, and reddish bronze-skin.

Your attention snapped back to the moment when he ripped your flimsy panties off. The sheer power he showed made your core gush as you imagined him using that force to pound into you. The cold air hit your uncovered pussy, but not for long. His warm fingers were immediately shoved inside your needy cunt. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, but soon was reduced to a moaning mess as he began pumping his digits, a thumb joining the others as it rubbed on your clit in the same rhythm. He landed another slap to your ass, the added pleasure from the pain driving your mind into a complete haywire.

"Tsk. I haven't even put my cock in you yet and you're already gone. Don't cum without my permission, or I'll really be angry." His voice was almost drowned out by your sounds. You nodded, but shrieked when he slapped your ass again.

"Answer." He commanded.

"Yes, Daddy!" You all but screamed.

He petted the soreness on your skin, "Good, bambina."

He withdrew his fingers with a wet squelch. You had to quell the protest down your throat. Acting bratty now would just make him delay your orgasm further. You felt him press his length to your slit, teasingly moving the head up and down. You were panting, exhilarated by what he'd do next. To your disappointment, he slid his cock lower, settling in trapping it in between your folds and creating a back and forth motion that sent delicious friction to your clit. His hands came up and slid your bra off, cupping and squeezing your breasts. He flicked at your nipples, rolling the buds and twisting them, making you writhe wildly. You could feel yourself approaching the edge. Your hips began to jerk, meeting his as your ass bounced against his pelvis.

"Daddy! Daddy, please! Please let me cum, please, please, please, please!" You begged, voice cracking with overuse.

He only answered with a breathless 'No' before drawing away.

"Daddy!" Your tone was irritated as you called him, but you could care less. If you didn't die by his hands for acting out of place, then you most definitely would through orgasm denial. At this moment, you'd prefer to perish through the former rather than the latter.

He growled at your attitude, bending down to lay his torso flat against your back as a hand came to slither and clasp around your neck with delectable force.

"You dare to use that tone on me?!"

You wailed when he plunged his entire shaft inside you-- harshly, no warnings, up to the hilt.

"I don't think you understand your situation so let me make it clear, cara--" he began thrusting, deep and with so much force that you saw stars whenever his dick dragged along your insides, hitting your G-spot over and over, "-- I have the power to kill you and make it seem like an accident. I can take everything away from you and make you wish I'd killed you instead. I can strip you naked and let each of my men fuck you. Do not test me again, you hear?"

Though you were lost in delirious bliss, you answered, "Y-Yes, Daddy! I'll be a good girl! I won't make you mad again! I promise! Please, please, please, let me cum!"

He groaned as you began bucking against him, "Not yet."

He increased his pace. He was fucking you so hard that the edgr of the desk dug into your flesh. You were about to go insane. Your thoughts empty aside from the tingling inside you that grew more and more intense. Your senses dulled, mouth dripping with spit, and eyes crossing with how incredibly overstimulated you are. His grip on your neck tightened and he roared.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm close! Touch yourself and come with me, baby!" He panted.

You eagerly obeyed, hand slipping down. Your fingers pressed steady circling motions to the bundle of nerves. Your vision was beginning to darken due to the lack of air, but you could only think of chasing your completion.

"Shit, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Baby-- fuck, cum for me! Now!" He yelled.

You didn't need to be told. Everything blurred, then exploded. Pure, white, hot rapture tore through you as you screamed your lungs out and shook from the orgasm that crashed down on you. You've flung yourself off the cliff, and you relished in the feeling of absolute release. Your insides milked him, contracting and pulling him in even more that he came tumbling after you. You could only faintly recognize the feel of him spilling himself. He came so much that it had nowhere else to go inside you and began spurting out, dribbling down your thighs.

He removed his hand from your neck, scooping you up gently and planting you on his lap as you both collapsed back into his chair. Your vision slowly returned, unfocused eyes affixed to the ceiling. Your chest hurt from breathing--actually, everything hurt, but it was the kind of pain that you loved. The kind that meant you just got your brains fucked to high heavens.

After the both of you had calmed down, he began weaving his hands through your hair.

"Sorry, principessa. It was a bad day." He whispered softly, "Don't worry, I'll have the money deposited to your account before the day ends."

You made a small sound to acknowledge what he said, too tired to do anything else. This was the part where you always fell asleep. Tendrils of drowsiness creeped around your conscious, you were too weary to fight them off. You felt his lips at the crown of your head before succumbing to sleep, lulled by the sound of his steady breathing.

#vento aureo #guido mista #don guido mista #daddy mista #mista x reader #daddy don mista #mista #not sfw

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lokitrashfan · 4 years ago

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Benefits // Part 4

A/N: Okay, this fic is going to be a little longer than planed, but I just can't leave it like this, I have to wrap it up nicely. Also I am struggling a bit with my writting becouse I sometimes have problems with english, it's not my first language and it's had to write something well made.

Warnings: As usual, mentions of sex, torture and bad words.

Word count: 2100

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Once in the kitchen again, you looked at the sweet man while he finished cooking. He seemed to have a permanent joy in his face. Always smiling a bit, always talking, always joking.

You found yourself smiling at him. It was strange, having your lips move in ways that they weren’t used to.

You ended up helping him put the table. It was nice to do something normal. It almost made you forget that he was there to keep an eye on you. You tried to empty your mind of those thoughts, The ideas came, how to escape the tower, how to kill this man, how would you be tortured the next time…

It was a difficult task to think of anything else, you had a mind trained to think about all the possible alternatives. You tried to concentrate on putting up the table.

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Loki came into the room as Ravi was serving the pasta to you. His hair still damp from the shower. You looked at him and bit your lower lip. It felt like a triumph, he knew you liked his damp hair. It was one of the things that made you lose your mind.

He took a plate and looked at you, half-smiling, but you did not look at him, you were looking at the agent, smiling. He felt rage arise, you had never looked at him that way. Smiling, a sincere smile. He felt jealous. - She’s teasing me- Yes, it was the only logical answer. He had left you wanting before and now you were taking revenge on him.

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Ravi was charming, he seemed sincere in anything he said, he talked about normal things, and he looked at you the way he seemed to look at everyone. Like if in his eyes you were a normal girl and not a dangerous assassin. You liked to be seen like something normal.

Loki left as soon as he finished his plate. He did not say a word, not even when Ravi introduced himself. Loki just stared at him until he stopped trying. You could feel Loki’s murderous stare on you.

You stayed, you talked and smiled, and listened to this man. He talked a lot, but since you talked so little, it was good. No awkward silence. He told you about his cat, about his car, about his clothes. He could talk about anything.

“Ravi, I’m having a really good time, but I think that I need some sleep. It has been a long day”

“God, sorry, sometimes I talk so much that I lose track of the time. See you tomorrow. And rest, I think you deserve it after listening to me all day” he replied with a smile. He was genuine.

“Good night, see you tomorrow”

Walking to your room, you thought about him, about all the differences between him and Loki. You liked Ravi, he was sincere, and good, and kind. And yes maybe he was not as attractive as the god of Mischief, but he was cute. And you liked him. Part of you wanted to be his friend, and part of you wanted to hug him and feel secure in his caring arms.

What was happening to you? You just knew him for one day and you could not stop thinking about him.

You were smiling as you entered your room. You could not help it. You felt good thinking about him. Well you were smiling until you saw Loki sitting on your desk, waiting for you.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s late, I have been waiting for you”

“Answer my question Loki”

“Isn’t it obvious, do you remember what we do when the avengers are gone, or your mind is too occupied with that agent?” He was clearly mad.

“His name is Ravi, and yes, I remember what we do, but I don’t really feel like it.”

When the Avengers weren’t at the tower you and Loki enjoyed yourselves in all the ways you could. You had sex everywhere you could. Just having fun and giving up to pleasure. But now… You didn’t feel like it. Your mood had shifted since this morning. You wanted a book and silence.

“So you don’t want me to pleasure you?” He said, even more mad “Would you prefer to sleep with that man?”

“That’s not what I said, I just want to read something and go to bed”

“I could read with you” He said without stopping himself, you saw the regret of what he had said painted in his features.

“Just go to your room Loki, I don’t feel like having sex today” You said ignoring his last comment, it was to weird.

“You don’t have to keep the deal, I can find somebody else, maybe someone from downstairs. Maybe someone who isn’t scared of getting caught…” He was really mad. You had made him mad.

“I did not say anything about our deal, I just want to rest” You were annoyed. You just wanted to sleep, why was he saying those things. “But if you want to find someone else, go ahead, I won’t say anything.”

He was mad, it was not the answer he was waiting for. You felt his rage, his eyebrows pierced together. But what could you do? He was acting as if he was jealous of Ravi.

“Okay, maybe I will find somebody else” he whispered “You won’t find anyone like me”

“Maybe I don’t want to” You said, now he had made you mad. You knew there were no men like him. He was a God after all. But why was he acting like that, like a jealous teenage boy.

He went for the door but stopped with his hand on the handle “What has he that I don’t have?” He wasn’t looking at you. “What can he give you that I can’t?” His voice sounded sad, all you could hear was agony.

“Loki is not like that” you said unsure of what to say.

“You never looked at me the way you look at him”

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After leaving her room he felt the regret coming, all the things that he should not have said. Why was he so sad? Maybe he envied the way you looked at the agent. No one ever looked at him like that. No one ever would.

Maybe he didn’t want to lose you. You were just friends with benefits, but he felt that the part of being friends was important too. Not that it was a regular friendship, but he knew you and you knew him. After all the nights you had spent together, you had come to know each other. The intimacy you shared… All those things seemed nothing, but they were important. Secrets whispered in the ear of a lover.

-Lover-

Maybe he wanted to be that, not just a friend but a lover. He wanted to know you better. But most of all he wanted to be known, to share his secrets and his depper regrets. Maybe he just wanted someone he could trust. You were that someone, but another man was stealing you from him.

He didn’t want to lose you. Part of him wanted to slap hiimself and make him remember it was just sex. Nothing else. Just sex. But it was something more. Is was sex, it was nights spent togheter, it was the coffee in the morning, it was the kisses in the neck… It was intimacy. He needed it. He needed you.

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Next morning you found a box on top of your desk. A hand written note on top of it.

The only thing I will ever break.

The box was full of your lingerie. The lingerie that Loki had torn into pieces, but it was good as new.

You smiled, maybe it was how Loki asked for forgiveness after all the things he said.

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After the realisation that he could lose you, Loki did not know how to act around you anymore. He did not want to lose what he had with you. Maybe he liked you a little too much for his own liking. After all you were only a mortal. Maybe he just liked the way he felt when he was with you.

Or maybe just liked the power he felt. The power he felt when you were beneath him.

He did not like that he realized that he liked you. But he was not going to deny it. He had spent enough time lying to himself, and now he could not risk one more lie and to lose you.

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Your relation with Ravi continued to flourish, you felt more and more comfortable with him. Talking with him was really easy. You started to enjoy his company more than you liked to admit. As days passed, you started to know him very well.

On the other hand your relationship with Loki was strained. You didn't want to break everything you had with him. After all you two were kind of friends. But was being kind of friends enough? Even if you had a deal, you were all for just sex no feelings, you had to admit to yourself that you kind of liked him. You liked how he treated you, not just in the bedroom. For him you were normal. There was no small talk or nervousness in his side. For him you were just you. Not a dangerous assassin.

Also, he never asked. He knew you had a past, and that you had done some things that could label you as a villain. But he never asked, he never pressured you to tell your tragic backstory like the others did. He had things in his past too. For him it only mattered who you were now.

It was what you hated the most, when people started making questions. And you hated the look on their faces when you told lies, but it was worse when you told the truth. The horrible truth.

For now, Ravi had made no questions, but something inside you knew that he would ask. If you liked him so much, would you be able to lie to his face? To make up some tragic story of how you ended murdering people? Or should you tell the truth, tell him that you did what you did only because it was fun?

He had already told you all about his life. He talked alot about himself really, but you couldn't blame him. He would not understand your past like Loki did. You were sure of that.

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Loki went to the kitchen looking for you, but he found Ravi.

Loki’s mood changed as he saw the man, he did not like how he looked at you, always talking about himself. How he put his hand on your shoulder. How he was so confident around you. Loki was jealous, he had to admit it. He was jealous of the way you looked at the agent, of how you smiled at him, of how much time you two spent together. He was mad that you did not come to his room. and he did not come to yours. It was pride, he knew it, stupid pride. But he had just admitted that he was jealous of a human. That was enough for now.

He went to your room, and found you just walking out of the door. Without thinking he put a hand around your waist and approached you to his body.

“Darling, you look stunning right now” he whispered into your ear. You were always stunning, but he had never told you before.

“Well, thank you very much, this is my favourite sweater” You said with a small smile.

Loki noticed that your cheeks had warmed up a little bit and that you bite your lips while smiling. Little things that meant that he had made you nervous, the good kind of nervous.

“I hope you are wearing some of the clothes I put in that box”

“Ugh, you were being really adorable, but of course you had to say that” Your voice was hard to him. Just seconds ago he had delighted you, and now he was making you angry.

“Hey, just forget that I said that, I just wanted to know if you want to go for a walk”

“A walk? Where? From side to side of the tower? You remember I am basically a prisoner, right?”

“Well you remember I have wonderful powers, and that I can make anything happen?” he said with a cocky smile.

He had a plan, a plan to make you forget of agents, and torture and everything else, he just needed you to say yes.

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killervibe · 5 years ago

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Cold Sub Zero Heart Breaker (By Your Own Design)

So, of course, I had this giant big Valentine’s Day fic planned for killervibe that did not go the way I had wanted it to. So here’s my last-minute new fic to fill in for the months of planning I wasted. Oops.

Killervibe fic for Killervibe Valentine’s 2020!

I highly recommend listening to Frozen Heart by The Hawk in Paris. The fic title comes from its lyrics!

Rated: M

Summary: Halfway through his Korean fried chicken, Cisco licked the sauce off his thumb and acknowledged the elephant in the room.

“...Did you get….heartbroken?”

Frost scowled. “No.”

~.~

“Hey.” Cisco dropped a bag of food in Frost’s lap. “Got you something.”

She stared down at it, stunned. “I didn’t order anything.”

“I know.” Cisco shrugged, dragging a chair over.

He pulled out the takeout carton from his own bag, and the two ate silently together, their legs propped up on each other’s seat.

Halfway through his Korean fried chicken, Cisco licked the sauce off his thumb and acknowledged the elephant in the room. “...Did you get….heartbroken?”

Frost scowled. “No.”

Cisco blinked, taken aback. “—No?”

It seemed like it. Cisco wasn’t around Central City last Valentine’s Day, but he had heard the story from the rest. Frost was all over the holiday, dressed up in reds and cutting out paper hearts with crazy glue. He rose his eyebrows at Barry when he'd explained it all, not exactly able to say he’d seen that coming.

Today he’d gotten to witness it with his own eyes. Frost had begged Caitlin for the day, wearing red nail polish and handing out snarky valentines to their friends in Star Labs, humming The Beatles.

Or at least, she was.

In a quick turnaround, Frost had lashed out, tearing down the decorations and audibly gagging at Barry and Iris’ lovey-dovey cuteness.

Ralph tried to approach her a little over an hour ago, only to quickly retreat, telling Cisco her mood was beyond sour.

She had mellowed out after their meta fight, seemingly needing to have gotten her hands dirty, but refused to even talk or hear about anything to do with love. Now she was quiet, sitting at Caitlin’s chair in the Cortex. Sad, almost. It was a new look for her. Cisco had thought something must’ve happened.

“...Are you sure?”

Grant it, Cisco wouldn’t have a clue who Frost would be heartbroken over.

She threw her used napkin behind her.

“You missed the trash,” Cisco pointed out.

“So?”

Cisco swallowed. He had to choose his battles.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Fine!” She stood up, already ready to rant. Cisco’s eyes widened, not expecting to be given a front-row seat to a Frost lament. “I’m at Jitters, and they’re doing this 30% strawberry syrup special for all of their drinks. I order the Killer Frost with it—”

“Of course you do.”

“—And as I’m mixing it evenly into the drink, it hits me. It freakin’ hits me!”

Cisco leaned forward, arms resting on his knees. “What does?”

“I have no business participating in this heteronormative commercialized holiday bullshit! Screw February 14th! It’s a sham! Hot garbage!” Her hands misted at her sides. She paced the room. “You know what—Oh my god.” She stopped abruptly, as Cisco tried his best to follow along. “Here I am trying to live a life. Like, I’m fricken’ trying, right? Caity says I’m doing okay but I’d give myself a D on a report card.”

“Oh come on,” Cisco interrupted. “That’s not fair.”

“It is,” she snapped. “Because I realized the most—Ugh, stupid Debbie.”

“Wait.” Cisco frowned. “...Ralph’s mom?”

She nodded, rolling her eyes and threw an ice dagger at the wall. Cisco watched with growing concern, his plastic fork still hanging from his mouth as she closed her eyes and exhaled. She breathed, and the frost receded back into her palms.

“I’m chill,” she said.

“You good?” Cisco squeaked.

“Yeah. I’m good. I’m fine. It’s cool.”

“...Okay.” Cisco smiled at her, a little uncertain. “I’m glad I could help.” He looked down at the rest of his meal and popped the second to the last piece into his mouth. He glanced back at her, noticing the sudden silence on her part, and immediately stopped chewing.

Frost was looking at him. Like, right at him. Intimate eye contact. No break.

Cisco squirmed under her intense scrutiny. “What are you staring at?” There was still chicken in his mouth.

“Let’s have sex.”

Cisco almost choked. He heaved as chicken skin scraped down the wrong tube of his throat, banging his arm against the table as he scrambled for water. “—Why?”

“I want life experiences. Sex is usually an important part of life—”

“—Not for everyone!” he gasped out.

“And I’m trying to have some life experiences and Caity seems to like you so I don’t think she’d be too mad.” She paused, checking him out. “You’re not bad to look at either.”

Cisco has forgotten how to breathe, frozen still like a deer in the headlights.

Frost hesitated for the first time since bringing it up, her confident tone cracking. She wrung her hands, biting her lip. “Also, like. You like me, right? I mean you tolerate me, so.”

“Of course I like you,” he said automatically, a touch incredulous, and it came out softer than the volume in which he was thinking. His brain rebooted. Or maybe his heart. Something integral to his body reacted in defence mode whenever Caitlin had the slightest doubt of his love for her. Frost included. But this was a whole other level, holy frack. Cisco was going to have a heart attack. Like seriously. Those were heart palpitations.

He got up stiffly, excusing himself.

He breached to a quiet beach in Barbados, looked up at the blue sunny sky and screamed. A startled crab scurried away from the sand underneath his running shoes.

Cisco let out a breath, muttering to himself. “Okay. Okay. Okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay.”

He breached back into the hallway, flicking back the hair from his eyes and casually walked back in, only mildly sweaty. He hoped she couldn’t hear his heart thumping away.

“Heeeey,” he gave her a pathetic wave.

“‘Sup.” She quirked an eyebrow at him. “So are we doing this or not?” She finally picked up her litter, stuffing it into her bra. “Look it doesn’t have to be you. I can ask Norvock. He’s my backup plan—“

“—Hell no!”

She seemed taken aback by his vehemence. “What?”

“You’re not allowed to ask anyone else, okay?” Cisco stepped closer.

“I’m not allowed?”

“Not Chester P. Runk. Not Norvock,” he spat out the name, mouth twisting in distaste. “Or that guy at the candy store you like from across the street.”

His fear was gone, the panic was over. Unexpected? Yes. Nerve-wracking? Oh, definitely. But he was so doing this.

Good lord, Cisco could feel the onset of a migraine at the thought of all the things that could go wrong if she said this to anybody else. What was Frost thinking? Snake eye? Ralph vouched for him last time he last appeared, but he remembered the way he leered at Caitlin in that bar. There’s no telling she’d be treated right.

If Frost wanted sex then by god Cisco was going to give her some good sex and she would not be getting it from any other means. Because Frost’s body was Caitlin’s body, and he could only guess Caitlin was taking a very deep nap to not be awake right now and intervene. So yeah. Screw that.

He jammed his finger at her, raising his voice. “If you’re going to be asking anyone for sex around here on Valentine’s Day, no less, it’s going to be me.”

Frost blinked down at his pokey finger for a moment, dumbfounded as Cisco seethed. She met his steely eyes, a pleased smirk pulling up at her lips. She had no idea how she managed to rile him up this way. She knew he was protective over her, but there was that and then there was this. Killer Frost may be a flirt, but she had no real experience with men. Even then, there was no denying this.

This was the exposure of Cisco’s layered jealousy over Caitlin or herself or both—who the fuck cared. It was amusing.

“So that’s a yes.”

“Yes, that’s a yes,” he shot back. He rolled back his shoulders. “I’ll see you at 8.”

Frost licked her lips. Somehow, Cisco was only a breath away. Their eyes had yet to look at anything else than each other. “Make that 9. I watch Wheel of Fortune.”

“Fine!”

❄️❤️❄️

It’s nine on the dot and Cisco had brought a basket of anything and everything romantic he could get his hands on. Roses, candles, chocolates, strawberries, condoms, wine, his Bluetooth speaker, bubbles, lingerie, breath mints, a mini radiator. Everything.

Frost pawned through the basket and took out the bubbles. “Why?”

Cisco yanked them out of her grasp, stuffing it back into the basket. “Forget those.”

She pulled out the thong. “Was this Kamilla’s?”

“No.”

She shrugged and ripped into the heart candy as he struck a match, setting down flickering flames around the room.

She watched as he scattered the roses around Caitlin’s bed. “Is this necessary?”

Cisco blew a strand of hair out of his eyes. “Do you want the Valentine’s Day experience or not?”

Frost didn’t really have a response to that. After a good amount of setting up the scene to look straight out of a Netflix romance, Cisco queued up a playlist and appraised his work.

“Dim the lights,” Frost said. The candles wouldn’t have much effect otherwise. Cisco did, and it became dark but for the glowing candlelight.

Frost removed her sweatshirt over her head and waited expectantly for Cisco to strip.

He took off his shoes and toyed at the button of his cardigan.

Frost climbed over to where he sat gingerly on the bed, unbuttoning the rest of it when his hands failed to continue. She removed the clothing from down his shoulders, and he shivered when her skin moved over his bare arms.

“Are you okay?” she asked him. It was gentler than he was used to hearing her talk. “How are we starting this?”

Cisco gave her a look. “I’m going to kiss you. We’ll start from there.”

Frost laid down, her silver hair flattening against her pillow as she stared up at the ceiling. “Okay.”

Cisco hooked a leg over her, still maintaining a considerable amount of space between them.

He thought it would be best to ease into it. Some touching, first. It was hard to just jump right in. It was weird how receptive Frost was being. Cisco’s mind floated away, thinking back to this afternoon. What did she mean exactly, when she had said he was not bad to look at. Did she like him, this entire time? It was...Weird. To think about.

Was that what this was? Frost has had her moments. She’s blunt, sarcastic, cold-blooded by nature. But she’s not unfeeling, either. There’s always been something about her motivations that had struck Cisco odd. She thought of things most people didn’t. She followed her gut and didn’t seem too scared to die. Not like the rest of them, at least. But even that was untrue. She was the flightiest of them all, the most explosive and unpredictable. And what was that from, if not from the unrest of her own self? It made Cisco wonder. And what the hell happened with Debbie? Should he even ask?

Frost’s eyes popped open. “If you're just going to hover over me like that can you at least change the playlist?”

Cisco frowned, interrupted from his internal monologue. “Do you not like Michael Bublé?”

She twitched her nose. “Not really.”

He sighed and got up, changing the playlist to an R&B track suggested by Spotify’s romance playlist. “Better?”

“I guess.”

They resumed their positions, Cisco taking the time to drink her in. There were so many ways she resembled Caitlin. Especially with her eyes closed. Caitlin would never wear the bold blue lipstick, but her face was all the same. Kind, soft. Gentle. Beautiful. He thumbed the side of her cheek, lost in reflection, running his finger over her lip. Frost stilled under his touch.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he murmured, leaning in.

He stopped millimetres from her mouth just as memories of Earth 2 suddenly bombarded his brain. He had prepared himself up to this moment the best he could that he’d be sleeping with Frost. But somehow it had slipped his mind that this was the same woman who could kill with a kiss.

“What?” she mumbled at his stalling.

“Frost…”

“What?”

“Have you ever kissed someone before?”

Her silence was concerning.

He pulled back, alarmed.

She sat up. “Once.” She winced. “When I tried to kill Barry. You threw me off of him.”

To quote John Mulaney, now they didn't have time to unpack all that.

“So you’re saying you cannot say with confidence this won’t kill me.”

“I won’t kill you,” she said. But she was lacking the confidence. Frost swore lightly. “This is ridiculous.” She grabbed his arm and pressed his wrist to her lips. Her mouth was cool, wet. But there was no ice in his veins. She raised an eyebrow as if to say see?

Cisco’s next words died on his tongue, eyes wide as she peppered kisses up to the crook of his elbow, almost aggressively.

He pulled his hand away and inspected it. Yeah, it was cold. The sensation tingled. But it wasn’t that bad.

“If it makes you feel better, you can avoid my mouth. We don’t need to kiss to have sex,” she said wryly. “I’m not a virgin.”

Cisco’s right eye twitched. “—Okay.” Compartmentalize. He frowned at himself. “Didn't you just say…?”

“It was never any good,” she muttered defensively. “Never with anyone who ever cared about me.”

Cisco softened, playing with her hair. He worried he was way over his head. “Then don’t you want to be kissed?”

Frost worried her lip, turning away. “I don’t know. Sure.” She tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, trying to undress him. “If you think it’ll be good.”

“Wait,” Cisco said. Something about this was off. Really off.

“What?” she whined.

He studied her. She stared back like it was just another ordinary spat in the Cortex at Star Labs. Cisco sighed, changing his mind. Frost seemed to be wanting to get over the chatting and move onto the next step already.

“Fine, let’s do this,” he said, and unbuckled his belt, helping Frost out of her t-shirt. He offered to help with her jeans but she waved him off, yanking her skinny light wash by the ankles herself until she was only in her underwear. He rolled over, thinking that this might work out better if Frost felt more in control. She straddled his thighs and reached into her bra to remove the used napkin from their lunch.

Cisco made a face. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that.” He was lucky he could even manage the snark.

It was hard to keep his breathing even. He’d never seen this much of her before, obviously. Her pale skin, her stomach, her creamy thighs. Silvery hair cascading down her back in waves.

She was paler than he’d thought. Her eyes had lost the spooky glow they used to take some years ago, and her voice no longer went two-toned, something Cisco was somewhat thankful for. He couldn’t imagine hearing her words bounce and echo off these walls. It made him uncomfortable, back when Frost first appeared. The overlapping layer, like Caitlin was trapped inside when Frost took over, speaking over her louder, colder, with more command.

Now, Cisco closed his eyes and he heard her voice. She was saying something, but Cisco wasn’t listening, Reevena’s Still Dreaming floating in from his speaker in low pulses. Her hands roamed down his shoulders, and chest as she explored and his goosebumps unsheathed.

He lost himself in the first kiss and grabbed onto her hair. It was kind of better than he’d ever imagined. Caitlin sighed into his mouth, moving closer. Cisco tipped his head back against the backboard, cupping her neck as he drew her to him. Caitlin’s lips and her body and her skin and her perfume tickling his nose. It was better than he’d imagined. It was everything he’d secretly dreamed.

Caitlin.

“UNCLE!” Cisco cried, shimmying out from underneath her. “Oh my god. I’m sorry, but, uncle. Frost. I’m sorry. I can’t.” He reached for his shirt, hastily pulling it back over his head.

Frost ran a hand through her tangled hair. “...Why not?”

She didn’t seem hurt. Confused, maybe.

It was hard for Cisco to explain it because he hadn’t been able to articulate the thought himself properly until only a few seconds ago. But the truth was simple.

He couldn’t do this.

“Look,” Cisco stared at the duvet cover. Ralph Lauren sheets, high thread count. On discount from the last Cyber Monday sale. He knew that because he was beside her when she added it to her cart on the website.

“Dreamy,” he had said with a tease. “You’ll sleep well.” She had laughed at the time. “I think we’re kidding ourselves thinking we’d be getting any actual sleep nowadays.”

This was Caitlin’s bed. Caitlin’s room. Caitlin’s apartment. And he knew Frost was a part of Caitlin. But, when it came to this? It didn’t matter —His heart panged. Frost deserved to be looked at when he said this. “I’ve imagined doing this before. More than once...The rose petals, the music. Valentine’s Day…”

Frost shot out a candle from her fingertips, listening.

“With Caitlin.”

“You do realize we’re basically two sides of the same person.”

“To you, maybe.” Cisco gave her a small, stiff smile. “Except you’re not. Not to me.”

He grabbed her hand. “I love you, Frost. I do. But it’s because I loved her first.” He searched her eyes. “And I have to know. I really need to know.” He bent down and scooped Frost’s red sweater from off the floor, tugging it over her head, mussing her hair. It stuck out all staticy, and Frost glared at his insistence of returning her to a modest state of dress. “Because you seem unsure of this yourself. What do you get out of this? Do you want me? And you never told me for sure, if Caitlin is okay with this. Like really okay with this.”

“She would’ve stopped me by now if she weren’t.”

Cisco tried not to think too hard about that. “And what about you?”

Frost didn’t reply.

“Because I can’t just do this,” he continued. “Have sex with you. If it’s not with her. And I can’t call it making love to you if it’s because you have no better option. This wouldn’t just be some holiday romp for me. And I don’t want you going elsewhere for this. But I think you’ll have to if it’s what you really want.” There was no more saliva in his mouth, but he said his piece.“Just please don’t tell me about it.”

She bunched the covers around her waist, covering her bare legs as she retrieved his basket. She broke into the wine, pouring out a glass silently and handed it to him over the messy sheets. He took the drink silently. Taking a careful sip. It was like she could tell he needed the drink.

“I think you're right,” she confessed after a long time. "It’s not what I really want."

“Oh?”

“I like the idea of Valentine’s Day.” She heaved a big sigh. “I like the concept of having this one great person, that means the world to you. But I like it for other people. It works for them.” Her shoulders drooped. “And I thought—maybe if I threw myself into it...I’d get it. Barry and Iris, Sue and Ralph. Joe and Cecile. There’s just you. And me….” She tilted her head, considering. “Norvock?”

“Please don’t bring Snake Eye into this bedroom.” It was almost a growl.

Frost snorted at the green in his eyes.

“Stop worrying about him. Really there’s just you. And it’s you because—Because it’s what Caitlin feels. And I can feel Caitlin. So I thought maybe...If I tried it, too…”

“Frost.” Cisco squeezed her hand. “It’s okay to not be interested in sex or romance. It’s okay if that’s just not you.”

She sucked in a breath. “I don’t think it is.”

“That’s okay.”

“Okay.”

"Okay."

Reevena crooned on.

Frost began to giggle.

He frowned at her, worried. Insulted? “Um.”

She covered her mouth, turning away to muffle her laughter into the palm of her hand. “I’m sorry,” she managed. “I just— I don’t know what I was thinking. Sex!? Making love!? With you?! Oh my god.” She sobered immediately at the look on his face. “I’m sorry, there’s a reason why I’m laughing. I’m not trying to be mean.”

He smiled at her awkwardly, he wasn’t sure why his heart was breaking. “I promise it’s alright.”

“No, because. I was feeling something. And I was acting on it. But it’s not my attraction.” She met his curious gaze and lowered the wine glass from his lips, putting it on the bedside table so that he’d have her whole attention. “It’s hers.”

Cisco’s mouth parted, but nothing came out. His face felt horrendously warm, and he could tell by Frost’s amusement that he was mad red. “Can I speak to her?”

“Yeah,” she said breezily, pausing for what Cisco could only guess is to talk it over with Caitlin telepathically or however. “I think I’ll be absent for every Valentine’s Day from now on.”

Before he could get another word out, Caitlin was blinking at him. Cisco wanted to very kindly melt into her floorboards. “Uhhhh….Hi.”

She stretched, digging her fingertips into the soft sheets, looking particularly unbothered for finding Cisco cozied up in her bed.

“Hi.” She tucked her brown hair behind her ear, eyeing the rose petals and bubble machine.

He knew it looked bad, but he had to excuse himself before this could continue.

The warm salt air of Barbados greeted him once again. He stood in his haphazardly thrown on cardigan and boxers in front of the stretch of the Caribbean Sea. Cisco assumed the crabs did not take his scream any better than the first time, but it was too dark to tell. The seagulls, however, were displeased, shrieking right back at him.

He breached back into her room, kicking at the overkill rose petals, and shutting down the bubble machine once and for all. “Sorry about that.” His voice was hoarse.

“Wow,” Caitlin said with a growing smile, glossing over his little disappearing act altogether. Maybe she could tell how desperately he needed it. “You did a number in here.”

It took a moment for Cisco to realize. “You were awake this entire time, weren’t you?”

“You’re crazy to think I’d have let this actually happen.”

He climbed back onto the bed, and Caitlin moved to make room. It was already so much better, easier. To be half-dressed and making a fool out of himself. As long as it was with her.

“Why?” He stretched back to lean against the pillows. He was aiming for sexy, but he’d take anything above cute. He winked at her. “Want me for yourself?”

Her eyes raked down his body appreciatively. It was slower, more deliberate than Frost had ever done. “Yes.”

Oh.

“If that’s okay,” she added. A bit shyer.

Cisco couldn’t speak. Except he had to. He had so many questions. And the way she was smiling triumphantly at him should be illegal. She held his face in her hands, smoothing out his gobsmacked expression until he smiled at her, helpless but to melt under her touch. The effect, she had. It was dangerous. So dangerous.

“Why?” he said again, his mouth working in contradiction to his brain, that had all but given up on asking. He turned his cheek into her palm.

Caitlin sighed and let him go. “I couldn’t just tell Frost. I had to let her come to her conclusions. And I trusted you. She trusted you. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go down either.” She blushed for the first time that evening, looking away. “And to stop and explain meant I’d have to tell you why she was so confused.”

She meant that she’d been suppressing her feelings for him so hard it leaked. What a fact. Cisco forced his brain to assemble back enough to think properly, setting that tidbit aside for later. “...Is Frost going to be okay?”

Caitlin nodded. “More than. She’s relieved, I think. And glad she discovered this with you. I’ve always suspected she was asexual. With her impulse control, she would’ve gone after someone by now if it weren’t the case.”

"What would've happened, then?"

Caitlin was slow in answer. "I guess we would have had to talk about it. I'm not sure."

“What happened with Debbie?” Cisco couldn't help but ask.

Caitlin made a clueless face, shrugging her shoulders. “Hey,” she said, tapping at his knee. “We can talk about Frost at some other time. It’s Valentine’s Day.”

The music and wine glasses and candles still scattered around had yet to serve as nothing else but a constant reminder to them. “That it is.” Cisco smiled at her. “I actually got you a card.”

“Forget the card,” Caitlin surprised him.

She scooted forward, dragging him upright to drape her arms around him in a hug. But it was intimate and warm, his heart beating against the thick material of Frost’s sweater. Caitlin tangled her hand into his hair, much like he had done with Frost, raking her fingernails gently along his scalp. He tried his best not to get drunk off it.

“Tell me what you told Frost,” she whispered against his neck.

There was a lot of incriminating stuff he’d said. “You’re going to need to be more specific.”

She snuck her hands underneath his sweater, tugging it back over his head. He was sure by now he looked like a wreck.

“Mhm.” She was busy kissing his collar bone. It seemed they wouldn’t be leaving the bed anytime soon. Cisco was pretty okay with that. “Something about loving someone first.”

He laughed, flushed. “Oh, that.”

"Yes, that."

“I love you, Caitlin,” Cisco told her.

She stilled in his arms. Cisco drew back so he could see her face.

“I love you. Caitlin.”

It must’ve been different—Hearing it now compared to when she was under. Because she held her breath, and curled her fingers into his sweater, pressing herself against his chest. He lowered them back down slowly. Caitlin was practically on top of him, soaking him in. The weight was nice. He could get used to this.

“How opposed would you be to making good use of your little sex kit?”

“It’s not a sex kit!” he blurted out with a gasp, scandalized.

Caitlin laughed. Loud and freely, wonderful. Cisco would make a thousand sex kits just to hear the sound again.

“Not opposed,” he promised and made good on it. “Not opposed at all.”

❄️❤️❄️

“Say it again,” he whispered in the morning.

“I love you.”

It was Caitlin’s voice, and her words and it was her lips he kissed thereafter. It was Caitlin’s breath that stuttered against his mouth and Caitlin’s lace bra that Frost had borrowed that ended up on the floor. It was Caitlin’s eyes, watching him adoringly and it was her smile that lit him up. It was her cheek, with pillow lines and it was her laugh he got out of her time and again.

#killervibe #the flash #killervibe valentine 20 #killervibe valentines #tkv fic #holiday fic #comedy and fluff

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Savior 2.0

Sister fic to Savior. A closer look between the lines.

He didn’t know much about her. Or at least, not as much as he would like. He watched her, carefully, trying to figure her out. He had helped her get her life back on track, or at least start, and she took it upon herself to make the Whyte Wyrm home.

She was regarded with open arms after little effort, and he could hardly blame his men. She was gorgeous, with eyes that burned fire and lips that hid much. She was sharp, and kind, although he knew there had to be more to her story than what she led on.

He didn’t pry. He never pried. His parents had fucked him over and he didn’t like talking about that, so why should she have to relive her past?

“How’re you holding up?” He asked as he leaned against the bar, watching her drag her cloth across the tabletop.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “I’m trying to get back on my feet.”

“You always have a place here.” It was his turn to assure, but he didn’t know if it was toward himself or her.

She smiled. “I know. Thank you, FP.”

She had a great smile. He found himself shoving his hands in his pockets, unable to look at her. “I’ll be gone for a few days. I’ve got business to take care of in Greendale.”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you,” she began, setting her cloth down. She looked anxious, and he wondered why it was always women giving him bad news. “I found a job.”

Slowly, he said, “that’s a good thing. Isn’t it?”

“It’s in Greendale..” She looked him in his eyes. “Stripping.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. What was there to say? “You’re an adult, you can do whatever you want.”

She smiled. “You’re not mad?”

“No, I’m not mad. Just take care of yourself, okay?” He patted the top of her head before heading out, making sure to keep tabs on her. Well, more tabs than usual.

Things were rocky at home (when weren’t they?) but as he laid in bed that night, sleepless, he thought about her. Maybe it should make him feel guilty, but it didn’t. She still held a spark even after life tried to beat her down. He admired her for that.

He had given her his number, urging her to call if she needed anything, but he found himself looking at her number far more than he’d like to admit. He was too old for her, he had too much baggage, he tried to remind himself.

He would not take advantage of her gratitude.

He thought the time spent in Greendale, sorting things out, would help ease his troubles. Out of sight, out of mind, they said. They didn’t know what they were talking about.

It didn’t help when he received calls from her, listening to the sleepiness laced in her quiet voice, imagining her lying beside him. Sometimes he imagined more. His guilt would be the death of him.

When he returned to Riverdale, it was late. He found himself visiting her room above the Whyte Wyrm. She didn’t seem surprised to see him, and she welcomed him with open arms.

“How did it go?” She asked as she sat on her bed, and he found himself looking around the room for a distraction.

“Good,” he assured her, thumbing the books on the shelf. “You read any of these?”

She nodded. “Yes. It helps me sleep at night.”

He seemed satisfied with her answer, and he continued to move his fingers over the pages. “How’s your..job coming along?” The words burned his throat.

“Good. I’m making enough money, I think I’ll be able to afford a place soon,” she revealed, standing from the bed. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough.”

He felt her presence behind him and he turned, taking her in. She was wearing a flannel (one of his, he noted after a moment, and it only spurred him on more) and not much else. Her dark hair was long, and her bangs were out of her face revealing those eyes that always seemed to swallow him alive.

“What were you thinking, mixing up with those guys?” He asked lowly, more to stall time than anything.

“I was thinking I was young and scared,” she reminded him gently, coming closer to him.

“You’re still young,” he reminded her, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“I’m not scared.”

He could feel her against him, could count the freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes held his and it felt as if time had stopped.

“I’m no good for you.”

“I know.”

“I’m married.”

“I know.”

“I can’t give you everything you deserve.”

She looked pensive, then, tilting her chin up in a small act of defiance. “Don’t I get to decide that?”

Shaking his head, he gently let go of her face, putting space between them. “You’re a different kind, you know that?”

“I may have been told once or twice.” They shared a secret smile, and then he forced himself out the door. It was the only way to stop him from doing something they’d both regret.

That’s what he told himself, anyway.

The Serpents had welcomed her with open arms. He wasn’t surprised when she came to him, asking to become one of them. In his eyes, she already was.

“You can’t take it back,” he said. “Once it’s done, it’s done.”

“I know that,” she assured him. “This is my home, now. This is where I belong.”

He felt a sense of pride, then. “If you’re sure, then by all means. We’ll do it tomorrow night, when everyone’s around. You know what the initiation is, right?”

That fire behind her eyes didn’t seem to flicker. “Yes.”

He nodded in satisfaction. “Alright. I hope you know what you’re in for.”

She didn’t show any fear on stage, and he wasn’t surprised. All eyes were on her, and he wondered if this was what she felt like when she was in Greendale. It was over quickly, but he could still feel her eyes on his.

He covered her with a Serpent jacket, her jacket, and he guided her back to her room to get dressed.

“Did you like it?” She asked him, and he glanced her way.

“I think everyone did.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

They were in her room, now, and he watched her set her jacket aside. Boldly, she began to take her clothes off, and he forced himself to look away.

“Yes, I did,” he admitted, keeping his eyes on her door. “You’re an incredible dancer.”

“You should stop by Greendale sometime.”

“I’ll think about it.”

He looked up when he heard her approaching, eying her little black dress and the jacket now around her shoulders. She winked at him as she made her way to the door, and he followed behind her, unable to speak further.

He never took her up on her offer. He just couldn’t do it. It felt like it was crossing one too many imaginary lines he’d set for them. He didn’t want to see men ogling her body, even if her dancing was something he knew he’d enjoy.

He didn’t talk her out of the work, though, because it proved to be worthwhile; she had bought a place on Rose Lane. She invited him over and he found himself at her door with the nicest bottle he could find at the Whyte Wyrm.

She smiled when she saw him at her door, welcoming him, and he followed her inside. It wasn’t much; the walls were bare, and there were a few unpacked boxes pushed up against the wall. But it had potential, and they both knew it.

“I’m gonna fix this place up,” she told him. “It’s gonna be the best goddamn house in the whole neighborhood.”

“That won’t take much,” he joked, chuckling lightly, and he found her hands on his waist.

“Thanks FP,” she whispered, touching his chest with her light hands. “For everything.”

He gave in that night. A man could only take so much. He didn’t answer her, instead leaning down and closing the gap between them. It had been a long time coming, and it felt right.

He picked her up, his strong hands squeezing her thighs, and her fingers wove through his hair. He slid the Serpent jacket off her shoulders, practically tearing her shorts and top off. His fingers touched soft flesh and lace lingerie, tracing the Serpent mark over her right hip, and he was hovering over her bare body before he knew it.

It was an impulse decision, he’d say, but it had truly been a long time coming. Maybe it wasn’t ideal, or perfect, but nothing in this town was. He had slipped beneath the blanket with her, their flesh intertwined, and their fate sealed with a kiss.

She wasn’t clueless; she knew everything about FP Jones. Between every little moment, he had laid himself bare to her before their clothes had ever come off. Maybe she liked the pain, she could never tell.

“You could do so much better,” he’d told her quietly. “Better than an old man with a penchant for hurting the ones closest to him.”

“I’m not some teenager, FP,” she reminded him, kissing the stubble on his chin. “I don’t want to do better. Maybe I want this.”

“I don’t deserve you, but I’m glad you stick around.” And he meant every word. Things didn’t seem so complicated when it was just the two of them.

“You saved my life once,” she reminded him, looking into his eyes. “Let me save yours.”

And so, he fell.

#FP Jones #fp jones imagine #fp jones x reader #riverdale imagines

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