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ichorai · 9 months ago

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letters of loki ; david loki (m).

pairing ; david loki x reader (afab, gender-neutral pronouns)

synopsis ; nsfw alphabet + micro-drabbles for each letter.

words ; 4.0k

themes ; smut, fluff, barely-there angst, established relationship

warnings / includes ; mentions of scars, unprotected sex, mentions of bondage, oral sex, light roleplay, 'honey' as a pet name, david being exhausted </3

a/n ; been in a terrible fic-writing slump so i tried out the nsfw alphabet format for the first time! hope you all enjoy :)

main masterlist.

A — AFTERCARE

Definitely the kind to hold you close after the act, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist, his nose buried into your shoulder. David’s mostly silent, but would gladly listen and hum along if you wanted to start up any kind of pillowtalk. He just likes hearing the sound of your voice. Eventually, however, he’d get up to take a shower (he’s a creature of habit, after all), and bring you anything you needed, like a glass of water or a damp towel.

“Your hair’s wet,” you mumbled in complaint when he slipped back under the covers after his brief shower. His cold hands slipped beneath the wrinkled button-up shirt you were wearing (his, he realized a second later), and you made a disgruntled noise.

“Sorry, honey,” he replied with a soft huff of a laugh, but made no move to shift away. Instead, he pressed closer, kissing a warm spot just above your ear.

B — BODY PART

David’s favorite body part of yours would definitely be your hips. Or your eyes. Or your thighs. If you were to ask him, he’d give you a different answer every single time. There’s so much he loves about you, he can hardly pick just one. Though, he really does have a particular fondness for holding onto your hips, even in a non-sexual manner. He also loves any and all of your moles, scars, or birthmarks. Would press kisses against them because he finds them so beautiful in their uniqueness, and it makes him feel close to you. He thinks tattoos are hot as fuck on you too—especially the small ones in the most random places.

Your favorite body part on him would be his hands. He found it strange at first, how your fingers always found his, how you’d spend hours in bed simply staring at his knuckle tattoos, tracing over every inked etch and every bruise, scar, and callous. It didn’t come much of a surprise to him when he found that you liked the sight of his hand pressing down on your lower stomach as he fucked into you. It got you going—and whatever gets you going, gets him going, too.

The movie the two of you had put on was entirely forgotten. He was on the ground, knelt down in front of you, tongue tracing utter sin along your soaked cunt. And his hands—oh, his hands—one was gripping on your right thigh with iron-strength, forcing you apart to make space for his insatiable self pressing against you. The other hand was intertwined with your left palm, squeezing every once in a while, as if in reassurance. How sweet of him to hold your hand while he utterly destroyed you.

C — CUM

He’s a classic man—he likes to cum inside of you the most, but wouldn’t mind seeing it all over your tummy or over the inside of your thighs. If he was to make a mess, he would immediately clean it up with a damp towel after, asking if you were okay.

“Gonna cum inside you—that okay, honey?” he grunted right by your ear, one hand splayed over your stomach, pressing with just the right amount of pressure, and the other gripping your hip tightly.

“Yes—yes, please, David,” you moaned, breath catching at his name as you moved to lay your hands over his so you could squeeze them earnestly. “Need you to fill me up.”

Just the sound of your voice was enough to push him over the edge. He pistoned his hips against yours a few more times until he doubled over with a gruff noise, hot cum filling your throbbing pussy until it leaked out around his still semi-hard cock.

D — DIRTY SECRET

There’s a set of handcuffs in the bedside drawer just for emergencies. But David’s always wanted to ask if you’d be willing to try it out in bed. He’s not even entirely sure if he would enjoy that, since he prefers to keep his work separate from home, but the thought of you trusting him enough to keep you bound to the bed wasn’t exactly unappealing.

David could only imagine how beautiful you’d look with your wrists up above your head, cuffed to the headboard as you looked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. How the metal would look like against your skin as you tugged and begged for him to let you touch him—

“David?” you asked with a mildly curious tone, jolting him out of his thoughts. His head turned to you, in your soft pajamas, having just brushed your teeth and washed your face. You were about to slip into bed. “You okay? What are you thinkin’ about?”

“Nothing, hon. Let’s go to sleep.”

E — EXPERIENCE

He knows what he’s doing, but he hasn’t been with a lot of people before you. Two or three one-night stands, and maybe one barely-there relationship that didn’t last very long. Before you came along, he hardly had enough time to sleep, much less concern himself with having flings. Once he met you, he was much more determined to reorganize himself so he could make time for you.

The diner was buzzing with activity that night. You were sipping on a strawberry milkshake, telling him about how you’d love to see a jaguar in person one day. He was smiling, thinking about how beautiful you were, even beneath the harsh lighting of the diner. And then—then it was all spoiled, because he caught sight of his ex in another booth. It hadn’t ended well—she left in a fit of anger and tears, frustrated that David hardly ever made time for her anymore.

Almost immediately, you noticed his change of demeanor, and reached over the table to take his hand. His tense muscles relaxed just a bit. Something you always managed to do with very little effort—it was an uncanny talent of yours.

“You wanna get out of here?” you offered. If you noticed his ex, you didn’t say anything. For that, he was grateful. “We can watch a movie at home.”

“That sounds great, actually.”

F — FAVORITE POSITION

Loki’s got a particular fondness for reverse cowgirl. Don’t get him wrong, he loves missionary and doggy too, but there’s just something about reverse cowgirl that itches him in just the right way. He likes reaching over to press down on your stomach from behind while he pounds into you, and he also likes how it’s easy access to your clit. Plus, you really enjoy hearing the gruff noises he makes right by your ear, so you’re not at all complaining.

“David!” you cried out, voice strained with ecstasy.

“I hear you, baby. Moan for me,” he muttered from behind you, sweaty chest pressed flush against your back. David glanced down and gave a guttural noise upon seeing a creamy ring of your combined arousals at the base of his cock. Another erotic sigh fell from you when he reached down to rub circles over your clit, making you keen with shocked arousal.

G — GOOFY

Very rarely would sex with David be light-hearted or humorous. The two of you are usually far too caught up in a pleasure-ridden haze. But if you happened to start laughing or smiling, he’d give you a loving half-grin before making it his mission to get you back into a moaning mess.

“That tickles,” you half-laughed when he skimmed his fingers up your sides, smiling up at him. He only barely made a humming noise before he thrust back into you—and the grin melted right off your face.

H — HAIR

He takes good care of his hygiene. Granted, he’s usually preoccupied with work to spend too much time grooming himself, but he keeps things clean down there. He also knows you’re a big fan of his slicked-back hair, so he does take the time to make himself look presentable in the morning. You’d also told him once while he was shaving that you liked how he looked with a beard—he’d really have to consider growing it out for you.

“I like how it looks,” you told him one morning before he had the chance to shave. “Your stubble. I think you’d look so hot with a beard.”

“You think so?”

“You should try it. That caveman look. It’ll suit you.”

I — INTIMACY

David can be incredibly romantic when he wants to be. Flowers and your favorite takeout are things he’d grab for you on the way back from work. He’s a detective—he studies you, observes all your likes and interests, and he’s a very fast learner to top it off. Kisses during sex are also not uncommon, and he would definitely press his lips along your neck or on your cheek, whether he’s on top or behind you. And, as mentioned before, he does hold your hand a lot. When he’s feeling more affectionate than usual, he’d murmur how good you are for him in your ear.

“You feel so good, honey. Doin’ so good for me,” he groaned, firm arms curled around your waist as he bucked his hips into you. At his praise, you arched your back so you’d press further into him, a breathless keen falling from your lips.

“Yeah?” David asked in smug approval. “You like that? You like being good for me, hm?”

J — JACK OFF

He rarely ever masturbates, because he’s got you around. And because he’s working so much. He feels as if it’s a waste of time if it’s not with you. But on the rare occasion you were out of town for longer than usual, he’d give into the temptation in the shower just once, imagining his wet fist was your warm cunt.

He missed you more than anything. All he could think about was you and your smile, your laugh, your beautiful hips and legs and thighs—

Fuck, even the cold shower he was standing under wasn’t helping his hard-on go away. With a muffled noise of frustration, David switched the water over to scalding hot, and curled a sopping hand over his throbbing cock. He leaned his forehead against the condensated tiles and closed his eyes, thinking about you and your delicious fucking moans.

K — KINK

Mentioned before, but handcuffs! He likes that you trust him enough to be at his mercy, and he also thinks you look incredibly hot tied up. Another would be when you tell him what you want him to do to you—that gets him going so good. David also loves when you tug at his hair right at the root—makes his eyes roll right to the back of his head. He also really doesn’t mind when you scratch your nails down his back. Seeing the red marks afterwards feels like an award more than anything.

It surprised him just how good it felt when your nails lightly scratched at his scalp. He peered up at you from his position (between your gorgeous thighs), tongue dragging torturously over your sensitive clit. It surprised him even more when you took fistfuls of his hair and tugged with just the right amount of pressure. He made a noise of approval right against your cunt, the vibrations making your back arch so that your cunt pressed up closer to his face.

L — LOCATION

In bed is his go-to, since the two of you would usually have sex super late at night or really early in the morning. The couch in your living room is also home to lots of impromptu sex, mostly during the weekends. The kitchen counter and the dining table aren’t exempt, either.

The stir-fry you were cooking up crackled and popped in the pan, just about ready. From behind, David’s arms wove around your waist, his nose running along the curvature of your neck. It was only when you felt his stiff hardness against your back did you halt your ministrations.

“Here?” you asked with a sweet smile, turning your head to the side so you could see his sheepish expression.

“Here’s good,” he replied, before turning the stove off for you and crowding you up against the kitchen counter.

M — MOTIVATION

Your voice gets him worked up the most. Especially when you make it go all low and you whisper right into his ear—he gets hard just from the thought of it. You could be talking about the most asinine topics, and he’s looking at you like you’re already begging him to fuck you. Whenever you wear his clothes, too—preferably with nothing underneath—it just makes you all the more irresistible to him.

It was rare for the both of you to wake up lazy, with no plans for the rest of the day. But today—today was a miraculous weekend where both of your off-days lined up. And so that only meant you got to lounge around wearing David’s shirt, whispering pure filth into his ear so he’d push you up against the closest surface and fuck you with no abandon. It was simply heaven.

N — NO

Anything that could potentially really hurt you. He’s alright with a little bit of spanking here and there, but slapping you across the face is a hard no from him. He already sees quite a bit of abuse and violence at work, the last thing he’d want to do is replicate that with you. David can call you dirty names if you’d like, too, but he’s not very keen on being on the receiving end of it. Reminds him of his military school days. And, if it wasn’t obvious, none of the typical “gross” kinks, like piss and shit. He’s not into that at all.

“Before we do this,” David started, trying his best to quell his racing heart, despite the fact that he’s slept with you three times prior to this. It was all still so new to him. “I just wanted to make sure—you’ll let me know if you’re uncomfortable, right? Or if I hurt you in any way, okay? I need to know if you’re not… enjoying it.”

“Okay, David,” you said with a serious nod, wrapping your legs about his waist. “I promise I’ll let you know.”

O — ORAL

Loves giving and receiving equally. On days where he’s come from work utterly exhausted and too tired to fuck you, he’d have you hanging right by the edge of the bed, where he’s kneeling on the ground, licking lazy patterns up and down your aching core. Eating you out also makes for brilliant foreplay—David likes to tease it out, and he especially likes the way you tug at his hair and groan out his name. As for receiving, he loves to pull your hair just as much, low moans of appreciation falling from his lips.

It was heaven between your legs, he thought, brows knitting together as he hiked your thighs up higher on his shoulders so he could properly bury his face into you sopping pussy. The noises you were making were going straight to his cock, which ached within the confines of his trousers. Even when you’d come twice from his tongue, David just kept going, humming in amusement when you began to whine with overstimulation.

P — PACE

It really depends on the day. Sometimes he wants to burn off some steam and frustration—goes all rough and quick until both of you are seeing stars. Other days he takes it slow, drawing it out to savor it as long as he can, drenching the sheets with both sweat and cum.

“David—David, honey,” you cried out into the mattress, fists curling against the sheets. His cock was hitting all the right places inside of you, so fucking deep. “Please, please, go faster.”

He let out a guttural noise when you tightened around him. “No, no, honey… I’m taking my time with you today. Wanna make you feel every inch of me.”

Q — QUICKIE

Much to his chagrin, the weekdays usually leave him no other choice than a quickie. He’d certainly prefer it if he had the option to take his time with you, but David makes the most out of it regardless. You certainly don’t seem to mind—though, you’ve convinced him to come in late to work a handful of times.

“I’m gonna be late for work,” David grunted right into your mouth as he pounded into you. The squelching sound of his cock hammering into your throbbing cunt was enough to leave his cheeks warm and flushed. “It’ll be all your fault, honey.”

You clutched onto his shoulders, your forehead drooping down onto his cheek, far too delirious to come up with a coherent response.

R — RISK

He’d be more than willing to try out new things with you. He’s especially a big fan of when you come to him proposing a new position to try out. However, David isn’t likely to try out anything new on his own, so it’s all up to you. He’s just happy to do whatever you want to do.

“Hey, David?”

Your boyfriend glanced up from the paper he was reading, brows quirked.

“Well, uhm,” you wrung your hands together, with a sheepish expression, “I was wondering if we could… try something out in bed tonight.”

David blinked once, twice, and a third time. He put the paper down. “Of course, hon,” he said, a soft smile playing at the corner of his lips, “We can do whatever you want.”

S — STAMINA

Usually only one or two rounds since he’s already so worn out from his job but you can easily work him up into a third round if you really wanted to. The rounds can last pretty long, though—he’s good at pacing himself and also makes sure that you’re feeling good, too.

“Again?” he panted with a tired grin when you rolled him over so you could clamber onto his lap, grinding your slickened cunt against his spent cock.

“Mhm,” you replied, nodding. Your hair was a complete mess—David took pride in being the reason you looked so sexily disheveled. “You don’t even have to do anything. Just—lay there and let me take care of you.”

“Can’t argue with that.” David’s muttered words tapered off into a low groan when you sank down onto him.

T — TOY

He wouldn’t own any toys of his own but if you owned a vibrator he’d definitely tease you with it during foreplay. Not at all the kind to be insecure about you using toys—in fact, he’s glad you have a way to feel good on your own whenever he’s not around to take care of you. Independence is incredibly sexy to him, after all.

The gentle buzz of the vibrator against your clit made you buck your hips up, to which David only let out an amused hum of laughter. One of his hands pressed down on the expanse of your stomach to keep you pinned down onto the bed.

“Stop squirming around, honey,” he muttered, teeth nipping at the inside of your thigh. “Relax—let me make you feel good.”

U — UNFAIR

David can be a huge tease if he wanted to be—he knows the exact buttons to press to work you up until you’re right there, but he’d pull away just before you could cum. Would have a wide, smug grin on his face, but he’s quick to cave once you start moaning out his name.

“Why’d you stop?” you huffed, breathless, propping yourself halfway-up with your elbows so you could look down at him. The lower half of his face was covered with your arousal.

“Hm?” The faux noise of confusion aggravated you to no return. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shot you a cocky smile, before kissing up your stomach.

V — VOLUME

He’s not very loud, mostly quiet grunts and the occasional murmur against your skin. He’d much rather hear you—he loves it when you cry out for him, and tell him how good he feels against you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he plowed into you—you could feel the vibrations of his breathless groans and choked grunts. With a particularly hard thrust, your pussy walls shuddered and clenched around him, the lewd cry you let out enough to etch a permanent blush over David’s cheeks.

W — WILD CARD

Roleplay wouldn’t even be something he thinks of doing but if you brought it up, he’d find it so incredibly hot if he pretended he was arresting you before bending you over a table and fucking you senseless.

“You gonna punish me, detective?” you asked with a coy smile, hand trailing down his chest, toying with the buckles of his belt.

David blinked at you—trying his best not to break character. With firm hands, he yanked your fingers away from his belt and twisted your arm around over your back, crowding you against the table. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and may be used against you in a court of law.”

It took all it had in him not to laugh when you let out an aroused moan.

X — X-RAY

Size really doesn’t matter because he knows how to pleasure you regardless, but he’s definitely quite girthy. The first few times he had sex with you, he’d take it slow because he really didn’t want to hurt you and he was stretching you out so good.

“You’re so big,” you whispered as he carefully eased you onto his cock, hands gripping your hips tight. “Was worried you wouldn’t fit when we first had sex.”

David let out something akin to a hiss and a groan, his forehead leaning against yours.

Y — YEARNING

David’s sex drive isn’t all that high. It was mentioned before that you could work him up most of the time if you wanted to but unprompted, David would be just fine with having sex around once a week, especially since the two of you are so busy with work and quite tired when off it.

“We haven’t had sex in a while,” he whispered as he clambered into bed.

You muffled a yawn behind a fist. “Do you want to now?”

David rubbed at the corner of his eye, also fighting back a yawn. “I’m exhausted.”

“Me too.” The two of you laid down beneath the comforter, curling into your favorite positions like magnets snapping together. “In the morning, then?”

“Sounds good to me,” he replied, planting a chaste kiss on your shoulder and watching your eyelids slide shut.

Z — ZZZ

Sleep is hard to come by for David, so he’s usually up for a while after sex. Just holding you, listening to you breathe, his nose pressed against your shoulder. He likes watching you sleep—not in a weird, creepy way, obviously, but he just likes how peaceful and restful you look. He finds that he sleeps much better with you around. Still doesn’t get enough hours, but it’s much more restful compared to his nights without you.

You collapsed into the mattress face-first with a satisfied noise, which was muffled into your pillow. Sweat glistened on both of your bodies, but neither of you had the energy to go wash up before bed. David’s eyes darted down to your legs, suppressing a grin when he saw his spend smeared between your thighs.

“You’re too good, David,” you muttered, having turned your face away from the pillow, shooting him a lazy, blissed-out smile.

Funny, he thought you were too good for him. His arms curled around you. “G’night, hon.”

“Night, David.”

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charliehoennam · 8 months ago

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the dinner party

A/N: Filling out this request. Enjoy!

Pairing: David Loki x F!reader

Summary: David and his girl spice things up at her boss's annual dinner party.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. Language, unprotected p in v sex (wrap your willy, kids), oral play, cumplay, not proofread

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Parties in general were David’s least favorite things. He rarely gets time off and the last thing he wants to do is spend it sharing you with people he doesn’t know.

Sure, they were your co-workers and superiors and he trusted you more than anyone in the world. But you looked way too sexy to be at this stupid dinner party.

He wanted to have you to himself tonight. He didn’t want to socialize; his social meter was already naturally low and he’d been there for almost half an hour now, enduring the small talk with the strangers you introduced him to and all their invasive questions about the job he mostly just didn’t want to think about.

You noticed his discomfort when he excused himself to get more wine after one of the most obnoxious guys of your workplace asked him what the most disturbing thing he’d seen on the job was.

It was disturbing for a reason and he wished he could forget it.

“Uhm, that’s rather a hard question to answer. Guess I’ve just seen too much” David answered curtly. “Excuse me, I ran out of fuel” he confirmed raising his glasses.

You co-workers laughed it off with his little joke, but you knew he wasn’t trying be funny, so you followed him into your boss’s kitchen.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t-“ you started, regretting that you had dragged him along.

“Not your fault, babe. People are just assholes sometimes.”

“Just 30 more minutes? I don’t wanna be here anymore than you do, but I have to. You know how my boss is. He takes it personal if we don’t show up. I don’t wanna be iced out at work.”

“What if I planted drugs in his house?” he smirked picking at the charcutarie board on the kitchen island to pop some salami into his mouth. “Ooh, that’s good salami. I think that’s salami, at least.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Of course, I am. But he is a douche. I’d be doing you a favor.”

“I couldn’t agree more, but this job pays for all the sexy lingerie I wear for you.” You smirked filling up both your glasses. “And the hours are really flexible too.”

“Almost as flexible as you” he smirked back idling around the kitchen. “I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise. I know it’s important. It’s just fucking boring as shit. If I have to hear your boss talk about his Italian inspiration for the house, my head might actually explode. I can literally feel the vein in my head throb every time he says ‘venetian’.”

You chortled with a sip of your wine.

“I know he’s a lot to handle, but it’s just for 30 minutes. And I already introduced you to everyone, so we can just hang out with my friends out back until then. They’re pretty normal, like us.”

“I can’t believe it’s only been half an hour. It feels like it’s been at least 3 hours.”

“What can I do to make it easier hm?” you smiled rubbing your palm against his chest.

“Well…” he smirked lowering his gaze to scan your body. He loved how your black dress hugged your curves just perfectly. “There is one thing that would make me really happy. You know I have a sweet tooth, right?”

You narrowed your eyes with a mirroring smirk.

“You want dessert already?”

“It’s the best part of the course, if you ask me.”

“Fine. But we gotta keep it quiet” you nodded with a mischievous smile.

"Wait. Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief. He didn't think you'd actually agree.

"Yeah, I am. This party is a total dud. I wouldn't be here unless I had to. Might as well make it fun," you smiled nonchalantly, dipping your fingertip into your wine and dabbed the red liquid on his white shirt.

“Hey! What’d you do that for?”

“You’re a cop, David. Rule number one: always have an alibi. And I’m not gonna ruin my dress. It was more expensive than your shirt.”

“Ey, I paid 10 dollars for this shirt at the good-will.”

“My point exactly,” you smirked taking his hand to lead him out of the kitchen and back into the crowd. “You’re such a klutz, Davy. Let’s try to get you cleaned up.”

Fighting back the excited smile was hard to do as you led him to the upstairs floor. Running off to a secret place to do secret things had you both feeling like young teenagers in love again.

“Yeah, ” he smirked with suspicious eyes squinted at you as you weaved through the crowd of employees. "Accident happen."

If there was one thing David loved more than you and his job, it was going down on you. And, if that wasn't enough already, it was one of the many things that he excelled at.

"C'mere, beautiful" he smirked turning you around once you'd locked the door.

His hands snaked around your hips as lips collided with you in a feverish kiss, hiking up your dress. Your lower back met with the marble countertop of the sink in the lavish bathroom.

David opened his eyes to look at the reflection of your ass, beautifully on display in your black lace panties.

"You look so pretty, baby" he groaned at the twitching of his hidden cock.

Your cheeks bloomed with warmth as praises spewed from his mouth.

Once his knees met the floor, he wasted no time getting to work. David loved seeing you in black lace. He loved your pussy even more.

His moans were muffled as he buried his mouth over your clothed cunt, nose rubbing and circling your sensitive nub as he inhaled your delicious scent.

"Got this pretty pussy all dressed up for me too huh?" he asked with a devilish gleam in his eyes.

His hot breath and warm tongue nuzzling your cunt had your panties growing wetter and wetter with a combination of his saliva and your slick.

You moaned as your hand reached for his head, legs welcoming his mouth as you sat back on the edge of the countertop.

With a hand wrapped around your thigh, he hooked a finger under the lacy fabric and pulled it to the side in order to display your juicy cunt to him.

"Ain't nothing sweeter than this right here."

His open mouth quickly latched onto your exposed pussy. His tongue eagerly licked up the sopping mess that only flooded from your spongy walls.

His thumb circled over your delicate clit as his tongue stroked over your plushy folds up and down, over and over again, sending electricity throughout your body and curling your toes.

The sticky sounds of your incredibly wet cunt and his mouth along with David's expertly technique altering from your pussy, down to your puckering asshole, had your head hanging back. Heat burned in your cheeks as you wondered if anyone could hear you from the outside.

David's eyes were locked on your contorting reaction, coming undone with your mouth hung open in an ecstasy only he could provide. So desperate for your release, you ground your hips against his face, caressing his head of luscious hair as you chased your high.

Your spine arched forward as you relished every greedy movement of his flickering tongue, panting when his thumb slowly sped up its circling over your tender clit.

David's low chuckle at your frantic chase for climax sent chills over your hot skin.

"D-Dave, I-I'm gonna-" you gasped, trying your best to stay as quiet as you possibly could.

"Cum for me," he ordered adding more pressure and speed to his teasing thumb.

The blinding white light of sheer pleasure rippled through your body, letting it tremble under his unyielding mouth. Despite your attempt to shut your thighs, he chuckled darkly as he forced them apart, pushing you further back and folding you over on the countertop until your knees met your chest and your back met the cold surface of the mirror behind you.

“Look at this pretty pussy, all soaked just for me.”

With a teeth baring grin, his long fingers glided easily between your slick folds, toying with the sensitive mound of flesh.

“Came so good for me, didn’t you? Gonna let me taste it?”

You nodded eagerly at him unable to speak with heavy breaths, trying to ease yourself from your newfound high.

“Be a good girl and spread your pussy for me then" he ordered politely quickly bringing your hands under your thighs to pull your pussy apart to hold it open yourself in the raunchiest way.

“Atta girl” he grinned maliciously.

His tongue shoved into your soaked hole, delving deeper and deeper into your open cunt. David was addicted to your pussy, to your taste. He loved how wet you could get, how much of a mess you could make just for him to see.

You watched as he fucked you with his tongue, lapping at your pulsing walls as he impatiently licked for every single drop.

"Baby, fuck me. Please. I need your cock in me so fucking bad right now" you begged, reminded by his tongue of his dick.

He didn't hesitate for a single moment before unbuckling his black pants to let his throbbing dick bounce freely from its confines. He spat into his hand and wrapped it around his cock to give it a few tugs, eyes hungrily staring your gaping pussy.

"Jesus fucking Christ" he groaned as the saliva and his pre-cum mixed and coated his heavy cock.

Aligning his heavy tip´to your welcoming pussy, he slid it up and down your swollen slippery lips to gather your slick. You hissed as he tapped it over your sensitive clit, making your hips buck as they chased his cock eager to fill up your pussy with his sizeable dick.

He would've teased you far more if he hadn't remembered where you were, so instead, his tip slipped past your folds and into your warm wet cunt.

He pushed in and pulled out slowly at first, to wet his dick enough until he could glide in and out of you with ease. You both watched completely hypnotized by your pussy lips wrapped around his heavy member with a shiny glazed hug.

"Keep this pussy open for me, baby girl. Take it all in. I know you can take it."

You felt so wonderfully full and stretched with his thick, long cock slowly moving inside you. Every ridge and vein of it massaged your walls in the perfect way, eliciting even more wetness from your body.

"Ah, fuck" he growled lowly unable to tease.

He needed to cum so badly. His dick was already throbbing and aching for release. Not to mention that eventually someone would knock on the door or come looking for you.

His belt buckle jingled as his hips began to piston against yours. His large hands moved to your chest, pulling your bra and dress to watch your breasts bounce freely with his every thrust.

"Ain't gonna last long like this, baby" he panted softly as he mumbles against the smooth calf of your leg.

He pounded balls deep into you quickly, watching your slick lips squelch around his cock as the sounds of wet slapping skin echoed softly in the bathroom.

It was just too much for him. Your perfectly drenched pussy hugging his cock beautifully, his balls smacking around your ass cheeks, your breasts jiggling to his rhythm.

It all overwhelmed him, bringing him to finally cum heavily into your womb.

Your walls squeezed around his cock, milking him of every single drop until he had to force him to pull out from the oversensitivity of it.

A couple of strands of his pearly white cum squirted over your lips as he gave his final couple strokes to his sensitive tip, aimed at your gaping pussy hole to fill it to the brim.

He smirked proudly as he admired his white load inside your cunt, overflowing like a waterfall from your used pussy and down to your pulsing asshole.

"You're gonna keep this pussy just like this, alright?" he smiled darkly as he gently moved your lacy black panties to cover your cunt and soak in all your - and his - juices.

"No cleaning up. I want to feel it when you walk around out there."

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gabgabwrites · 3 months ago

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BUNDLE | Det. David Loki

summary ⇝ your coworker planted the idea of starting a family in your mind, now having you wanting to start one of your own, only to find out David is on the same page.

warnings ⇝ husband!David, language, pet names (baby, darling, angel, mama), smut! p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink?, titty worship, grinding, oral (F), fingering, pregnancy, mdni!

You kicked off your shiny, new heels that's pinched your feet, and replaced them with your much more comfier slippers. A long, tired sigh left your lips as you shrugged your coat off and hung it up.

After placing the keys into the decorative bowl, you went to the bathroom to wash your hands, about to start dinner.

Now you had a pot boiling on the stove with long, doughy stems softening. Bellows of steam coming up, as the water bubbles and boiled.

You were busy stirring the noodles when the sound of the front door opening and closing caught your attention, followed by the thud of heavy footsteps. David appeared in the kitchen doorway, lingering for a moment as he spotted you making dinner. He approached slowly, setting his keys down on the counter with a soft clink.

"Hey," he mumbled, his voice thick with fatigue, tension lingering in the air as his hand swept wearily through his hair.

"Hi," you chirped, feeling the warm fumes of smoke frame your face.

David took a couple more steps until he was right behind you, pausing for a moment before slowly wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you towards his body in a gentle hold. He released a long sigh, bringing his chin down and leaning it against the crook of your neck.

"Long day?" You asked gently, leaning into his touch.

"Very long," he answered simply, his tone slightly muffled as half of his face was buried in the crook of your neck. David went quiet for a moment, seeming to just enjoy being close to you and being able to hold you. After a few seconds he spoke again, though his words were slightly mumbled against the skin of your neck. "What's for dinner, hm?"

"Alfredo."

"Alfredo, huh?" He mumbled, his breath warm against your skin. He lifted his hand and ran his thumb along your side a couple times before speaking again. "Smells good," He took a deep breath, filling his nostrils with the scent of the food that you were cooking, before he continued again. "I'm starving." He said, voice still low and his chin still resting on your shoulder.

"Well you're going to have to wait a little," you turned around to face him, still in his embrace.

"Damn it," he muttered, his grip around your waist only slightly tightening when you turned around to face him, he lifted his chin from your shoulder and straightened up, now able to look down at you clearly. "Not fair," he mumbled in a playful tone, one corner of his lips curving into a sly smirk.

"What's not fair is having my husband come home late, leaving me all alone," you said with a smile, brushing some of his hair out his face.

"Mmm, and how can I make it up to you, hm?" He asked, lifting his hand and gently catching your wrist as you brushed the hair away from his face. The smirk on his face only grew as he pulled your hand from his face and brought it up to his lips, leaving a slow kiss on each of your knuckles.

"Let me finish dinner and then I'll decide."

A small scoff of amusement escaped his lips when you gave him orders, though he relented. David released your waist, letting his hands fall to his sides. "Fine," He groaned with a small hint of playfulness still in his voice, "I'll be on my good behavior while you finish."

"Good," you grinned, before turning to pick the pot of pasta up to drain it. The corners of his lips curved into a smirk as you turned back to tend to the pasta, leaving him with a good view of your backside.

David's gaze traveled up and down your body a few times; the view was nice, really nice. He watched you in silence as you strained the pasta, his smirk lingering on his lips.

"What you can do for me...is set up the table."

"I'm basically your slave, aren't I?" He teased, raising an eyebrow as you started to give him more orders. He let out a huff of feigned annoyance, though it was easy to tell he was just being playful. He pushed himself off from where he was leaning on the counter and started towards the cabinets. "I see how it is."

David started grabbing dishes and silverware and set up the table. He was quick and thorough, and he took a moment to watch you work at the stove for a few seconds before he continued.

Once he had finished with the table, he came up behind you again and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body against his as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He mumbled against your skin, closing his eyes a he began to gently nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck. "Mm. Almost ready?" He mumbled, tightening his grip around your waist.

"Yes, David," you chuckled while shaking your head, mixing the creamy sauce with the pasta, before throwing in the diced ham and mushrooms.

"Finally," He said in a hum of amusement. He left a couple kisses against your neck, his grip on your waist still holding firm. "'M so hungry, I think I'm gonna die..." He rasped, in an obviously over dramatic tone, though the sarcasm was clear as day.

"No... what will I do with this lovely house, and all the money, and my bed will be so lonely..." you faked a gasp

A huff of laughter escaped his lips, the smirk on his face growing wider as you played along with his dramatics.

David lifted his head a bit so he could speak to you more clearly, still holding you against his body. "No, darling. Please be gentle, you're breaking my heart," He murmured in equally feigned dramatics.

"Or I'll get it embalmed."

A scoff of laughter escaped his lips again when you said that, and he gave it a couple seconds of thought before he spoke. He hummed for a moment, his arms still around your waist as he gently nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. "You'd keep my dead body as decoration?" He mumbled.

"Yeah? I think it would make a lovely center piece in the living room, don't you think?"

He gently nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck again, leaving a few kisses against your skin.

"If it means I won't be buried, I'll take being a vase." He muttered, holding you a bit tighter for a moment.

Once seeing you were practically finished, David released you and went to sit down at the dinner table. It was a small, round table that was a light brown, with a moss green table runner and one unlit candle decor in the middle.

David sat at the table, crossing one leg over the other as he waited for you.

When you walked in with the pasta bowl, he looked up for a moment and his gaze landed on you first before it moved to the food. His stomach growled lowly and he gave a sly smile in response.

"Mmm. Smells good," he mumbled, watching as you placed the bowl down on the table before sitting down across from him.

"Hope it's as good as it smells," you handed him the dishing spoon. He took the spoon from you, scooping a decent amount of pasta onto his plate.

"I'm sure it'll taste good, you're a good cook," He said, giving you a small smile and starting to eat. After a few minutes of eating in silence, he spoke up. "Oh, that's good," he muttered, swallowing the food he had in his mouth before speaking again. "Tastes amazing, darling."

"Thank you," you smile, before taking another bite. "Mm, so how was work?" David took another bite of the pasta before he answered, swallowing his food before he spoke.

"Work was annoying," he responded with a huff. "It was one of those days where everything went wrong and I was in a bad mood because of it," he answered, stuffing another bite of food in his mouth before continuing. "How about you? How has your day been?"

"It was fine, Margret got engaged so that's nice. Fourteen karat gold and the biggest fucking boulder I've ever seen. Expensive, but hideous," you told him as you pushed food around on your plate.

David snickered at your response, his eyes instinctively glancing at your ring that was on your finger, a delicate band with a pretty stone that managed to capture the light. "Her fiancé a good guy?"

"I don't know much about him, Margret doesn't speak to me about mundane things," you sigh, picking up your glass and taking a sip.

He hummed, taking a couple more bites of food before he spoke again.

"So, you work with a bunch of people, but don't know them in depth?" He asked, picking up his water glass and taking a drink before gesturing to you with his hand. "I feel like you're more of an introvert that way, you keep to yourself at work?"

"Well there's always Anne, she's the closest person to me there so," you shrugged.

He raised his eyebrows as you mentioned this other person. "Anne, huh?" He mumbled, taking another bite of his food before speaking up again. "You say you're the closest to her out of everyone else?" He repeated, swallowing his food and putting his fork and knife down for a moment.

"At work, yes," David nodded before picking up his fork and went back to eating, his only response to your words being a small hum.

After a while, he finished the last of the food on his plate and sat back in his chair, his gaze slowly landing on you. He watched you in silence as you continued to eat, a small smirk on his face as he thought about something.

David let out a small huff of air as you finished your food, his smirk growing deeper as he spoke up.

"Did you save room for dessert?" He asked, voice low and holding a hint of playful coyness.

"I didn't know we had dessert," your eyes met his, with one brow lifted.

He chuckled, shifting in his seat and adjusting his legs a bit before he spoke. "Well I can think of something sweet you might like, though it's more of a dessert for me than it is to you," he mumbled, his smirk turning a bit cheeky as he spoke.

"And what's that?" He leaned forward a bit more in his chair, resting his arms on the table as he looked you in the eye. He paused for a moment longer, his smirk never leaving his face as he spoke up in a rather playful tone.

"Why don't you come over here and find out, darling?" He purred gently, waving his hand to gesture you to come closer.

The corners of your mouth tipped up, you slid off your chair before stalking over to him. He turned in his chair and spread his legs, allowing for you to stand between them.

He raised one hand and crooked a finger in a gesture for you to come closer and stand directly in front of him. "C'mere, love," he mumbled, his eyes never leaving you.

He reached up and took you by the hips, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him. He gently guided you into sitting down on his thighs until you were properly on his lap. He left his hands on your hips, his thumb gently tracing small circles into your skin as he looked you in the eye with a wide smirk.

"This is dessert?"

"Just a taste test," he mumbled, his smirk widening into a full blown cocky smile. He gently pulled you a bit closer on his lap, his hands moving to your hips and keeping a firm but gentle grip on them.

"Of?"

His rough hand gently slid to your jaw, his dark sleeve and tattooed fingers a dark contrast compared to your soft features and painted lips, from your worn, work makeup. His thumb glided from your cheek to your lips, rubbing your bottom lip before you felt a sudden pull, and suddenly his nose nudged yours and you were breathing the same air.

"This," his voice had an edge to it, laced with something much like desire before his hand moved to your nape and his lips found yours. It was a slow kiss, a testing kiss, one that tasted like pasta sauce and old tabaco.

He leant closer, lips closing around yours again before you two found a steady rhythm. You felt a gentle flick of his tongue on your bottom lip before deciding to speak up.

"U-Um, I didn't finish telling you about my day," you managed to get out. David gave you a Cheshire grin, his forehead pressed against yours, your breath fanning his lips and chin as he let you continue to speak. "Charlotte announced she's pregnant."

He paused for a moment, leaning back so he could see your facial expressions. He sat back in his chair, his hand still on your hips keeping you on his lap while the other let go of your hair and found your jaw again.

"Oh?" He mumbled. "When'd she tell you that?"

"Today, while waiting for my coffee."

He hummed in acknowledgement, his smirk widening when you confirmed it was announced today.

He reached up and gently hooked a thumb under your chin, lifting your head a bit so you'd look at him properly. "Yeah?" He mumbled again, his fingers dancing along the sensitive skin of your chin and jawline. You nodded.

He was silent for a moment longer, simply gazing at you for a few seconds before he spoke up again.

"How do you feel about that?" He asked, his voice still low and having a hint of playfulness to it.

"What do you mean?" He watched your eyebrows move a fraction together, his grin and eyes softening.

"How do you feel when someone else tells you they're having a kid?" He murmured, giving your cheek a small squeeze between his thumb and forefinger.

You felt your cheeks burn under his gaze. "I think it's nice...that she's starting a family."

He nodded a couple times, his hands moving down to your hips once more. He left them on your hips, his fingers tracing small circles into the fabric of your clothing.

"Do you want that someday?" He asked softly, pulling you a bit closer against his chest so you were flush against him.

You slowly nodded. "Yeah, it would be…nice."

He was silent for a moment longer, still gazing at you. "You said it'd be nice, twice," he repeated your words, his gaze flickering down to your legs resting on either side of him for a second. "Hm, I think it'd be more than nice," he added in that low tone of voice.

"You do?" Your voice almost sounded like a gasp, you and David never really had this conversation, so you couldn't fight the excitement ready to burst in your chest.

He nodded his head quickly, his gaze trailing back up to your face. "Yeah, I can picture it now. You, me...a couple of little ones running around," he said, his hands starting to gently trace small patterns along the sides of your waist.

You let your middle finger trail from his midsection to his breast bone, through the material of his button up. "How many?"

He shivered slightly at the movement of your hands and closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply as you trailed your fingers over his chest.

The grin on his face became even more cocky as he answered without hesitation. "Three, maybe four."

Now, it was your turn to let out a small hum. "We're not getting any younger," your voice was soft and airy. "I think the sooner we start trying, the better."

David felt this feeling in his chest, one he couldn't place. It was a warmth, one that made him smitten, yet full of lust. The thought of starting a family excited him, in both ways. "Tonight?"

"And every night."

With no hesitation, David shifted in his seat, causing you to fall forward. This action had your lips smash against his in an instant. His hands slid to your waist, one slid further to your behind where he gripped onto you, so that you wouldn't fall when he stood up.

Lips locked ferociously, never breaking while he carried you to your shared bedroom. He laid you on the bed where you had to break the kiss before slowly crawling over you and began to kiss you once more.

He tugged every item of clothing you had on, off, until you were there in your undergarments. You were perhaps not as gentle as you pulled his heavy jacket off, his shirt almost ripped open and his belt flying off, letting him step out his jeans and now in his tented, black briefs.

His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your body. He was gentle, but firm. He wanted to make sure that you were ready for him. "I've been waiting for this for so long," he murmured between kisses.

"Yeah?" You asked softly while spreading your legs to give him more access, allowing him to push his body weight further onto you, his began a trail from your lips to your neck where they lay peppered kissed.

"Mhm" He hummed, nipping at your neck before moving down to your collarbone, leaving small marks. "You have no idea how much I've thought about this, darling. Starting a family."

"Why didn't you say anything?" You saw his shoulders droop, his lips stopping their action, and a sigh caressed your skin.

"I saw how upset you were about the case I had, on the two little girls, and I didn't want you to get negative thoughts," he admitted.

"Oh, Dave," you sighed out, hand going to his hair where you gentle brushed it with your fingers. "That's in the past, and I'm not so worried about something like that happening again. I think that spooked everyone, but I'm ready now."

He raised his chin, looking in your eyes for any hesitation. "You sure?"

You raised your hips, and bent your legs. This allowed for his prominent boner to nestle in the warm space between your thighs. "Tell me when you feel it, then let me know if you think I'm sure or not."

He waited about thirty seconds before he felt it, a new warm and wet feeling seeping into his underwear, a feeling that definitely wasn't from him. "Jesus Christ," he groaned.

"Uhuh, still thinking if I'm ready or not?"

"You're gonna be the death of me," he muttered, shifting himself to rest on his knees, now towering over you. His large hands cupped the back of your knees and threw them up, ankles caught on his shoulders.

He started to slowly grind his hips against you, his clothed cock, strained and leaking, rubbing against your core. You let out a hefty sigh at the pleasurable feeling.

"David," you whined, needing him. Your toes curled at the idea of him filling you up.

"I know, baby, I know, but let me take my time. Get you ready."

"But I am ready."

David snickered with a shake of his head. "This is supposed to be slow and romantic," his one hand slid up the curve of your thigh, until his fingers found your waistband and began to pull, exposing your dripping arousal.

He could not stop the moan that rumbled from his chest at the sight. He bent at the hip, lips hovering over your creamy folds as he took a deep inhale, taking in your natural musk.

His tongue dipped out, licking at your cunt, long lashes fluttering shut. "Baby..." he groaned softly, before his lips wrapped around your clit, earning a sigh of bliss from you.

Your fingers found his slicked back hair, tugging at the roots to pull him deeper into you. He'd suck your folds into his mouth when his lips moved down. His rough fingers gentle against your skin as the pads of his fore and middle finger pressed against your puckering hole.

Your eyes screwed shut and your lips fell open when he sunk them in, past the fine-line tattoos. You couldn't help but grind your hips as his fingers pumped inside of you. His tongue would fold and lap against your clit, earning little moans from you.

"Mm, David," you gasped when his fingers curled inside of you. David continued his ministrations, enjoying the sounds of pleasure you were making.

He added a third finger, making you wince at the delicious pain, his free hand moving up the side of your body, where it found your still covered breasts. His hand crept under the cup and squeezed at the flesh. Fingers drawing to pinch at your sensitive nipple.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against your skin, his teeth nipping lightly at the sensitive spots he knew you loved. From his nose to his chin and even down his collar was wet from saliva and arousal. David was enjoying the way you writhed against him. He moved his face up your body, trailing kisses up your stomach and chest until he reached your neck. He planted a few soft kisses there before biting down, his teeth leaving a mark on your skin.

"You taste so good," he whispered in your ear, his fingers still pumping in and out of you.

His tongue then found your nipple after pushing your bra up, swirling it around and gently biting down, causing you to arch into his mouth. He groaned against your skin as your hands tangled in his hair, holding him there. He loved the way you responded to every touch, every kiss, how sensitive you were to him.

The palm of his hand dug against your puffy nub. His palm ground against you, applying the perfect amount of pressure that had you practically screaming.

Your body was on fire as he continued his assault on you, his lips and fingers and tongue working together to send you spiraling into ecstasy.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in closer as your breath came in short pants. "David," you gasped, your voice hoarse from the sounds you had been making.

He chuckled against your skin, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I make you feel like this."

"Uhuh," you moaned, feeling your tummy tighten.

"That's my good girl," he murmured against your neck, his lips trailing along your skin. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, how to rile you up and get you begging for more.

He pushed you down onto the bed, pinning you beneath him as his lips found your neck again. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin there, leaving more marks in his wake.

"Cum for me, cum for me, baby," he groaned against your skin, feeling you tighten around his fingers.

You tossed your head back, feeling a white, hot orgasm rip from you, painting his hand. He worked the orgasm from you, slowing his movements as you came down from your high.

His fingers slipped out from you, sucking them into his lips to lick your juices off his fingers. His eyes darkened as he tasted you on his fingers, a low growl escaping his lips. "You taste so good, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

"Please, David, I can't take it anymore. I need you."

Your body was on fire, your hands gripping his shoulders as you pleaded with him to give you what you so desperately wanted. You couldn't remember ever feeling this intense, this desperate for anyone or anything before.

"Yeah mama? Won't make you wait longer," he said, pulling his boxers off him. He moved to hover over you, the weight of him hung heavy between his legs as his tip brushed your thigh. "Are you ready for me, baby?" he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

You nodded. "Please?"

You felt him nod, more to himself as he placed soft kissed against the skin of your jaw and neck. You shifted your hips until his tip prodded your entrance.

You both shared a moan as he pushed in. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he savoured you constricting around him.

"I love you," he panted as he began to move, his eyes never leaving yours. "I love you so much.” Then, his hips began to movie.

You felt the air leave your lungs with every punch of his hips. Your hand slinked over to his chin and move up his jaw where he leant into your touch, with a loving smile, which wobbled the more he thrusted his hips, out of pure pleasure. The way you touched him made his heart beat faster, made his body crave your touch even more. He wanted to be even closer, to be completely enveloped by you.

He angled his hips, trying to hit that one spot that made you breathless, that made your breath hitch in your throat. He loved seeing you like this, so lost in pleasure that you couldn't think, couldn't do anything other than moan and writhe under him.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

His lips moved down to capture yours, moans muffled as his tongue swirled around yours. It was desperate and passionate.

He was losing himself in you, in the way your body responded to him, the way you made him feel. He never wanted this feeling to end, never wanted to lose this connection between you. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you even closer to him. He needed you as close as possible, wanted to feel every inch of you against him.

Your fingers found the taut skin of his shoulders before leaving red slashes across the flexing muscle. The pain you gave him spurred him on, thrusts becoming sharper as his cock hit the spongey part in you.

"David, 'm so close!" You choked out, words spilling from your lips into his.

"I know. You can do it, angel. Gonna make you a momma," he groaned. "Gonna give me babies. Make you all round, carrying my—fuck—children."

You moaned into his mouth. "David!" Before your second orgasm hit you like a tidal wave.

"Fuck!" David spilled deep inside of you, painting your walls a creamy white, filling up every crevice inside you.

With rugged pants and slowing thrusts, he stopped, still softening inside of you, keeping your hole plugged from spilling out his cum.

He brought a hand to brush some of your hair out your face, staring lovingly at your tired, worn and fucked out face. "You'll make the most beautiful mother," he whispered.

And it was to no one's surprise when a week later, you stared at the two lines on the three tests you held, heart swelling with joy.

Yeah, you were gonna make the most beautiful mother.

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All available units, please respond.

The radio’s static was splitting.

In the driver’s seat, David picked up the receiver and held it to his mouth as the rain trickled outside. Early May was always dreary.

Your ears perked up at the call from the passenger side.

��1340 responding,” he replied to dispatch.

We’ve got a disabled vehicle northbound on Highway Y. A green, four door sedan with the license plate: 2-8-Frank-Queen-4-Charles. The renewal stickers were ripped off according to the caller and the windows are fogged but no one is in it. I called a tow to meet you there.

“10-4. On our way.”

He hung up the receiver and the small knob and put the gear into drive. As the junior partner, it wasn’t your place to decide where and when you’d take on cases. Some were hard, others were easy, but this seemed a little below your status.

“Don’t you think this one could have been handed out to… I don’t know, anyone else?” You asked him. He tapped his fingers on the wheel, shrugging in the slightest.

“It’s something,” Loki concluded. “I’d rather find a dud than sit around waiting for a speeder.”

You weren’t beat cops, you were detectives. But Conyers was small and everyone was irreplaceable because there was no one to replace anyone so cops played detective and detective played cops when the times needed it.

“They said it’s fogged up?” You asked and he nodded. “Did they ever think that maybe seventy-two degrees in May and a disabled car at nine-thirty in the morning might just cause the windows to fog?”

“I don’t think they’d call us out if they didn’t think it was something more.”

“Right,” you murmured.

You glanced over at him as he turned to get on the highway. David Loki was an interesting creature. Infinitely handsome, tortured at the same time, Loki was an enigma that years of partnership couldn’t crack. You’d known him as detective, as a friend (if you could consider him such), and after multitudes of trials and errors and wins and loses, the man had become a centerpiece of your existence—even if he didn’t know that.

You couldn’t stare at him too long without fearing that you’d be suspended for having an emotional, one-sided affair with him. He’d probably have a stroke at the idea of you and him falling in love.

He wasn’t that kind of man. Even in the hours where you thought your lives would never be the same, there was no last minute declarations of love or lust, just two people who hoped to get out of the hell house alive.

That was three years ago—so, excuse you for having an emotional attachment and a chip on your shoulder for rookie work.

You picked up the receiver he had put down minutes ago.

“Dispatch, this is 1346,” you called out.

Go ahead 1346.

“Did you run the plates for the disabled vehicle northbound on Highway Y?”

Plates belonged to a… Steven Hoyer, resident of Philadelphia, who reported his car stolen two weeks ago.

You kept your finger off the button. David’s eyes met your for a brief second.

“Any details on the theft?”

Philly cops think it’s gang related.

You quirked a brow. “You didn’t think to tell us this?”

Didn’t ask, detectives.

“Have the lab ready to swab it by the time we get there. Let them know that we will be accompanying it to and from.”

David flicked on the siren and lights.

10-4.

“What the fuck?” You scoffed. You put your arm up, perched on the windows crux with the door. “No one can do their job right, I swear to fucking god.”

“I could argue one person can do the job right,” David defended. He had a sly smile on his face, a rarity over the last few years.

“Sure, yeah.” You put the receiver back. “Maybe two. That’s it.”

“Gang activity?”

“Fog’s probably not fog.”

“No,” he agreed. “Should we call it in to fire? Have them take care of it in their suits?”

You shook your head. That was a mistake. You could feel it in your bones that something was amiss there and the world around you could feel it. David’s blinking told you he was worried too. He’d never voice it, of course.

“We’ve got this. Besides,” you sighed. “What’s the worse that can happen?”

When the vehicle came into view, the tow hadn’t arrived yet. Dispatch had described it accurately and the car that must have called it in was stationed just in front of it. It was one of those mini vans with the stick families on the back—the goody-two-shoes and pricks at the same time.

“Shit,” David mumbled as he realized the family was there and no inside of their car. The dad was wearing khakis and a red polo tucked in with a black belt. A certain goody-two-shoes.

“Why can’t civilians just trust we will deal with it?” You unbuckled yourself and grabbed a pad of paper from the glove box. There was no pen attached and as you felt around your jacket, you didn’t have one either.

“Got a pen?” You asked Loki who made one appear out of thin air it seemed. He handed it to you, grazing your fingers with it.

You wondered if he knew that even the slightest touch sent you swirling inside.

“Thanks.”

“I take back what I said earlier,” he commented as he undid his own belt. “Only one of us can do our job right.” He looked in your eyes. “You always forget a pen.”

And then he opened the door without looking for traffic and exited the vehicle. Fuck him and his smug, attractive face. You gladly would if given the chance.

David put on his best friendly face and reassured the caller that he didn’t need to be there. His kid was tapping on the glass, ignoring your kind redirection because mom too was peaking through.

“What do you think it is officer?” She asked.

“Detective,” you corrected. “And we aren’t sure it. But it may not be safe so please, ma’am, if you and your child would please step away from the vehicle.”

The boy who couldn’t have been more than five continued to tap on the glass.

“Maybe it’s weed,” she commented like it was a sin of the darkest kind. “You know those kids these days are just such potheads. I smell it all the time in our neighborhood.”

“Well it sometimes mimics the smell of a skunk, too. If you smell it enough you can tell the difference.”

You looked over to David who was flexing his fingers in agitation. The man, her husband, was dragging on the conversation beyond it’s time of death.

“Son,” you called out to the kid. “Please stop tapping on the glass.” The kid, blonde with red hues ignored you.

Another thud, followed by another, and another. You approached the kid and grabbed his arm.

“Did you hear me?” You asked him sternly and suddenly his mother became a wasp.

“Excuse me!” She scolded loudly. David turned his head and the father went silent. “Keep your hands off my son!”

“Ma’am,” you started but the kids other hand melded into a fist and punched the glass. A five year old, as inhuman as it appeared, cracked the car glass.

“Get your son away from the car,” David barked. The woman approached you and took her sons balled up fist.

“I will be calling your supervisor,” she told you. You were shaking in your boots, if the threat was the size of a mouse.

“Please,” you tasked her. “I’m sure he would love to hear your feedback.”

She roughly removed her son from the car as your ear picked up the sound of the glass cracking further. The car window was shattering in seconds. The line had crawled all the way to the top—inching like an icicle ready to break off a roof.

David cut away from the man and approached you as you stared at the glass.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “What the-“

The glass shattered before he could get any words out. Inside, the smoke began to disperse and escape out the window, quickly invading your senses and David’s.

A cough came first, then the burning.

“Holy shit,” you wheezed. The white gas lingered around your space as somewhere, David yelled at the family to leave and as soon as the tires yielded tracks on the pavement, David was ushering you away from the gas.

He figured the car was too close so he walked you down into the field on the opposite side of the highway. Just a cornfield that was being prepared for summer, there was nothing as the air began to clear and you heaved over yourself.

You coughed heavily, David too but less so than you. He didn’t take the brunt of it but his eyes stung and hot as his lungs did. It wasn’t a drug he’d ever had, nor knew of.

“Shit,” you winced in pain. Your hands went to your eyes and squeezed them shut. “My eyes, fuck—Loki, there’s a bottle of water in the car.”

“Yeah,” he coughed. He grabbed at your face. Both of his hands were hot on your cheeks as they tried to turn your head toward his own. He wanted you to open your eyes, to see what might have happened but you couldn’t because all at once, the senses of his touch overwhelmed you.

It was blistering, like touching a hot stove with no glove. Your shoulders shook but he felt it too because he let go the moment it got too hot.

“Water,” you wheezed. “Get the water, please!”

He ran off and your continued to rub your eyes. Beads of sweat trickled down your neck and through your shirt that you wanted to rip off your body. Everything was getting too hot and it truly wasn’t that hot outside.

You could hear the car door slam close and his heavy boots running back to you.

“Here.” He unscrewed the cap and held it out to you as you tried to peel your eyes open.

“You gotta do it,” you told him. “I-they burn so bad, David. Goddamn it.”

“I know,” he assured because his eyes burned too. But it was subsiding into something worse. He could feel it in his trousers that for some fucking, god-awful reason he was pitching a boner with no reason to. He wasn’t aroused in any particular fashion and there was nothing remotely sexy about the situation.

He helped pour the water over your eyes and he was mesmerized. The water cascading down your face, over your lips, and onto your neck was enticing. It excited him and confused him in the same moment because the erection and grown fast. It ached like none he’d ever had before.

“Come on,” he put a hand on your back and through your clothes it scorched.

“No!” You shouted at him, grabbing the bottle from his hand and pouring it all out your face.

“We gotta go,” he said your name in a plea that was different from the rest of him. He was always stoic and fierce and mean but he was pleading with you. “We gotta go.”

“The tow,” you reminded him. “We have to be here for the tow.”

“Fuck the tow. I’m getting us out of here while we can still see.”

And he put a forceful hand on the back of your jacket and all but dragged you to the car. He kept his distance, not wanting to accidentally bump into you. He held open your door and shut it tightly before rushing over to his side, removing his jacket, and sitting down with it over his lap.

Your eyes were open now. Beat red like you had smoked six joints but your face was glistening. David glanced down at your lips as the words came spilling out of your mouth but he heard none of them.

He just needed to get you both the fuck out of there.

The car tumbled across the highway and it was a few minutes in when you realized David had put the sirens on. You were burning. The insides of your body were on fire and the heavy breathing that you couldn’t help was one of the few sounds beyond the car you could hear. David’s hands were white-knuckling the steering wheel but there was an odd, given silence that you weren’t sure was supposed to exist.

You shifted in the seat and were quick to realize that you were not doing that again. The fabric of your blue uniform pants rubbed against your underwear slightly and sent a jolt through your entire body. It tingled, the most beautiful way at the worst time.

Instead of leaving, however, the tingle stayed. And it grew and grew until your hands found purchase on the tops of your thighs and crumbled the extra fabric into clumps. Palms sweaty, you couldn’t help the panic that surged through you as the arousal rose within.

You took a sideways glance at Loki as he sped faster and weaved through the little traffic on the highway. Sweat trickled from his forehead and a line of it fell beside the end of his brow. You had a crude thought of licking it off him and turned away, clutching the fabric tighter.

But the heat didn’t go away. The ached inside of you. You closed your eyes to imagine something other than the feeling and the road and the smoke but when you shut your eyes, all you could envision was David fucking you into oblivion and everything would be fine.

So, you opened them again and tried not to repeat the image as much as your body wanted you to.

“H-how are you feeling?” David rasped as he sped off the highway and onto a town street. You weren’t too far from the station. You didn’t know why he wasn’t taking you to the hospital.

“Hot,” you replied honestly. “My body is on fire.”

“Mine too.”

“I can’t fucking concentrate on anything.”

“Me either,” he admitted. As you approached a red light, he pressed his hand into the horn and you shifted again, holding onto the handle above your door and before you could help yourself, a gasped moan left your lips.

You trembled at the afterthought. Your fingers shook as your thighs quaked and the overwhelming urge to relieve yourself was astounding.

“What the fuck was what?” Loki asked you as the car cleared the intersection.

“What?” You nearly wailed. “What was what?”

“That goddamn sound,” he berated your name and moved the jacket in his lap. He could feel a spot in his briefs from where he’s left it a bit wet.

“I don’t know. I feel like I’m losing control of my body.”

“Describe it,” he ordered. “Tell me.”

“I-“ you stuttered. “I don’t know…” It came out quiet. “I am so hot and I can’t feel anything other than—“ you stopped short.

“What? Can’t feel anything other than what?”

“I’m not going to say it,” you threw your head back against the rest. “But goddamnit I need you to fucking hurry up, Loki. I need you to hurry up.”

“Do you feel like you’re going to die?”

You laughed. Yes, you actually did.

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help the strain in your voice. “I feel like I’m gonna die.”

“Me too.”

You peaked over at him again and the car sped up. Your eyes trailed his body and recognized now the jacket on his lap. Although he kept both hands on the wheel, the jacket was maneuvered too specifically and even in your state, you could see it.

“What do you feel like?” You asked him. He shook his head. David didn’t bother responding.

You took a plunge and crossed your legs together; the beat of your heart pounding at your core. You slapped a hand over your mouth so no sounds would come out. Squeezing your legs together wasn’t ideal but you had to. You’d die if you didn’t.

The relief was almost instant but when you moved them freely again, the pain, or heat, came back worse than before.

Shit.

In the distance, you could see the station and knew if you could get into one of the showers, you could finish yourself off quickly. Loki could have read your mind as he nearly jumped the curb to make it to the parking lot.

“Jesus,” you squealed as he slammed onto the break and as quick as he could, he exited the vehicle and ran inside without helping you out. He had taken the jacket with him and laid it over his front.

Holy shit. It’s a goddamn drug.

It took far too long for that sentiment to click into place. You’d read about them a few years ago and never fathomed it was make its way to Conyers. It was ridiculous. A sex drug.

And if your assumptions were correct with dispatch telling you the stolen vehicle was gang related, then this sex drug was meant to be the enemy, not a helpful tool in the toolbox.

Masturbating wasn’t going to help either of you.

You rapidly dislodged yourself out of the vehicle and tried not to think about the ache between your legs. As you sped through the lobby, the nice lady at the front desk, who’s name you couldn’t recall at the moment, looked incredibly concerned for yours, and David’s state of mind.

“Detective! Is everything alr-“

“Fine! Everything’s fine!” You shouted as you passed her and ran to the showers. You knew David was headed there too.

You raced through the precinct and pushed opened the locker room door so hard it hit the other wall with a deafening thud. One of the three showers was already on and David’s clothes scattered a trail to it. You locked the door which was only supposed to be used in emergencies.

David Loki was a strange man but messy wasn’t one of them. He took great care in himself, even if he didn’t care what others thought of him.

“Loki?” You called after him. You palmed at the buttons of your shirt and slowly undid them in a hesitant want. He didn’t answer.

“David?” You yelled a little louder as you got closer to his shower. The curtains, two sets, were closed and you couldn’t see a shadow of him. “I know what it is.”

You shrugged off your own jacket and began working at your shirt. Once your shirt was buttoned down enough, you struggled to get it off before moving to your pants. Your legs shook.

“It’s one of those aphrodisiac drugs that O’Malley gave a seminar about last year.”

You got closer and heard him murmuring to himself. You slipped off your pants and shoes and unclasped your bra.

“Da-“

Loki said your name strained. You could hear him working over himself quickly as the water cascaded over him.

“Stop fucking talking, it’s not helping.”

“Doing it yourself isn’t going to help.”

You slipped off your underwear and wanted so badly to finger yourself but restrained even if it began to hurt your body.

“You’re the last person I’d want to see me like this,” he groaned. “Fuck…”

There was something about his tone that made you not take it as offense. It was desperate, whiny in need and maybe it was the drugs but perhaps it wasn’t.

“I don’t know what those people did to it but it’s not supposed to be like this. It’s not supposed to be painful.”

“I know!” He shouted back. “I know it’s not—“ Loki let out a long moan as he finished on the other side. You clasped a hand onto the lockers and groped at your chest, nipples having pebbled a long time ago.

David was quick to see that his problem didn’t leave. It was still raging in front of him and he put his fist into the wall of the shower.

“What do we do?” He asked defeatedly as the pain of his erection was too much to hold. You hadn’t even touched yourself yet and somehow were holding it together better than he was.

“I think we both know the answer to that,” you admitted. “I’m sorry—I tried—“

“I know. It was that fuckin’ kid.”

The shower curtains began to pull back one and then the other. David’s head popped out before realizing you were fully nude and diverted his gaze.

“Christ!” He chastised. “Warn me next time!”

Next time.

“What’s it gonna be, Loki?”

“I don’t think we have a choice.”

“Could be a worse person, I guess.” You couldn’t say I have been infatuated with you for a few years now and I very much would like to fuck you.

“Yeah,” he agreed and looked at you. He drank you in. “I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

“Would there be any other?”

“I’d buy you dinner and drinks first,” in his pain he smiled slightly. You let go of the lockers and approached him. He opened the curtain and you could see the way his cock looked to be in pain just waiting to feel you. “And I usually don’t put out on the first date.”

“Bold of you to assume I do,” you told him. He walked back into the second half of the shower where the water was still running. You closed both of the curtains behind you as the cold water felt like a miracle on your skin.

“Do you need me to…” he trailed off.

“No,” you shook your head. “I just really need to fuck you now.”

Loki nodded and in an instant, he grabbed your face between his hands and planted his lips onto yours frantically. It was messy and erratic and unlike him but wholly him. He was as desperate as you, pulling you against him as his back met the wall of the shower and your hands caressed his body and traced the tattoos of his chest.

His cock was pressed in between you. You took your hand and wrapped it around him, his reaction taking you aback as he broke the kiss and leaned his head against yours. He still held it between his hands and moaned at your ministrations. It was better than his own but still not enough.

David pushed you back against the adjacent wall that the water was hitting. Your back was cold against the plastic covering and one of his hands traced down your body, gripping what he could and placing kisses along your collarbone and neck.

Your limbs were on fire. You ran a finger over his tip and gathered the wetness that seemed to never stop flowing from himself or from you. He reached for your leg and perched it onto his waist the best he could under the circumstances.

You met his eyes and nodded, reaffirming to him that it was alright and everything would be fine. And it would be if he hurried up.

Helping line him up at a perfect angle, you felt the tip of his cock swipe at your sensitive folds. It was breathtaking. So different from anyone else and it made your heart pound twenty times as fast. You let go of him to give over control and immediately, he eased into with little friction.

You were so beyond wet that you took him easy. He slipped in, feeling the mold of you give way to the pain the drug had caused and even if he stayed still and not moved, it would have been enough to feel normal. Yet, he couldn’t help himself. The feel of your plush walls were too much—too smooth and too lush to cause him to stop so he snapped his hips back and held your waist tight against the wall.

Loki pounded into you with a force. Feet slipping and hands searching for purpose, you held onto his broad shoulders tightly.

“Shit,” he grunted. “You feel so fucking good.”

Even if it was dubious, even if he was not in the most perfect state of mind, you treasured the sentiment.

He thrusted in and out, dragging out the time he’d spend going back into your pussy and even with the water pouring down around you, you could hear the sounds of your arousals meeting. At the thought of your combining juices, you cupped the side of his face and kissed him intensely. His lips met yours, fingers digging into your skin as your bodies heated release cam forth.

“I can’t last that long,” you mumbled underneath the sounds. Your fingers shook against his stubble and your legs were like hello. “I just can’t.”

“It’s fine,” he said breathlessly. “I won’t either.”

You nodded, pushing back his hair as he slowed for a second and the pain began to return.

“Flip me around,” you ordered. David searched your eyes for any kind of regret and found none.

He did as told. Slipping out of you, he turned you around in the shower and immediately you put your hands against the wall and stuck out your ass in his direction. Legs slightly spread, it was easier, he imagined, than the position he chose.

“Ok,” your voice was in the direction of the wall. “I’m good.”

“Yeah?” He offered. He took his dick in his hand again and pumped himself as he groped your ass now sprinkled with the water from the shower head. “Let’s finish this, hm?”

You hummed a reply. “Fuck me hard, Loki, and when we’re done, you can take me to that restaurant you always talk about.”

“Yes ma’am.” His breath was hot on your neck. He used his foot to separate you legs a bit more and maneuvered himself to enter you again. With you holding onto the wall, he took both his hands and grasped you hips so tight it’d leave a bruise and quickened his pace from before.

You groaned, gasping into the wall as you rested your forehead against the cool side. He was relentless in his mission; concentrated and forgetful of manners or his own truth. He let go. There was a sting of his body as your tailbone rammed against him, the feel of him so full inside of you relieving the burn and replacing it with something far worse: lust.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, leaning into you and letting his lips fall on the back of your shoulder. One of his hands slipped from you waist and intertwined with yours against the wall.

“I’m—“ you started as the toe curling sensation fluttered over you again. It was fast, not a mere minute of your cunt being filled did you feel the orgasm build and build. “I can’t, I can’t,” you repeated.

“Do it,” Loki’s voice was next to your ear. “Come for me, baby, come on… I’m right behind you.”

You squeaked as he hurried his motions. Like waves crashing into the side of a cliff, your orgasm blinded you in a white light. You squeezed your eyes shut and mouth hung open slightly. Your moan was elongated by his thrusts and your breathed heaved in your chest.

It was an exorcism of sorts—the drug leaving you and finding peace with the harshness of the sex you had.

As he promised, David wasn’t far behind. A fee thrusts later and he staggered, spilling himself inside of you with a hand on your back to steady you. He felt that white light too; cleared of the torment that wasn’t too bad after all.

The sound of the shower was all that masked your breaths as the feeling muted and reality set in. It was only then that you truly realized that you, a detective, fucked your coworker, your partner, in the showers at work mid-day on a Tuesday, without regard for being quiet.

You chuckled, then laughed. Loki didn’t know what to do or say, so he slipped out of your warmth and caressed your side. Even out of the haze, he left another kiss.

“So,” he cleared his throat. “Dinner?”

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Thank you @charliehoennam for discussing this with me! As promised, here's my take on daddy!hubby!David. I hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: I NEED David Loki to be happy and to finally have the family he deserves. He’s suffered so much! Way too much. Especially considering that Jake has confirmed that David is an orphan. Word count: 1.7k TW: the reader is a mum. Implied child mistreatment in recollection.

‘I’m home!’

You always smile when you hear David say it as he closes the front door behind himself. It doesn’t happen every day, sometimes he’s back from work so late you have no choice but to go to bed without him. Then there are those difficult periods right after a fresh case when he doesn’t show up at home for several days and you end up going over to the station to bring him a change of clothes and some food. Still, it makes it that much more special to hear him half-shout this simple greeting. It fills you with warmth and makes your heart flutter. Another reminder of the fact that you’re a family.

You enter the living room just as he finishes removing his boots and coat. Coming over to him, you put your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He smirks and responds, his lips capturing yours as his hands rest comfortably on your waist. His cheeks are cold from the snow outside, and you love the feel of his stubble rasping against your skin.

‘You’re nice and warm,’ David whispers into your neck.

You squeal when he tries to slide his cold palms up under your hoodie. ‘David, don’t, stop!’ laughing, you wriggle out of his embrace.

‘Just trying to get warm, you know.’ Then his expression shifts, becomes gentle. ‘Is she asleep already?’

‘Yeah. I fed her and put her to bed. She was pretty tired.’

David nods. ‘I’m going to wash up and give her a kiss.’

‘Try to be quiet.’

‘Always.’

The water runs and splashes, and then David disappears into your bedroom to get changed. Even though his patrolling days are long gone, his detective’s suit can still get almost as dirty as the uniformed officer’s clothes. Especially considering David’s propensity to poke his nose where he probably shouldn’t, climb into windows, basements, or anywhere else his instinct or clues might lead him.

He emerges from your bedroom wearing an old grey sweatshirt, and quietly opens the door to the nursery. The darkness inside is diluted by the soft glow of the night light pinned to the wall, a peacefully smiling crescent moon perched on the side of a fluffy cloud. David tiptoes to the crib and stands there, quiet and motionless. Alison looks so sweet in her sleep. The sight twists at his heart, almost too beautiful to absorb. It verges on pain. She’s clutching her favourite toy to her small chest, and David feels the pricking of tears sting his eyes. He wants to gather her up, hug her, and shield her from the world and all its evils, the many faces of which he must confront day after day after day after day…

The first time he experienced such an intense, staggering emotion was when he realised he was in love with you. When he knew that he’d do anything, anything at all, to protect you, to always make you feel safe, to never let any harm come your way. To protect and to serve. Yes, that was the oath, but with you, it had acquired a new meaning, a different dimension of depth and acuity. It was similar to how he felt about Alison, but with her, the emotion was even sharper, if that was possible, which was hard to believe. But so true nonetheless. After all, she was but a tiny human being, a copy of both you and him, a mixture of the two of you, a creation of your love and devotion to one another. So utterly helpless without yours and David’s constant attention. And so many more dangers yet to come.

David always tries to push those particular thoughts away.

In time, you’ll both discover that even the most insignificant object lying around at home might in fact prove threatening to this tiny, delicate creature. You’ll both come to fear boiling kettles and knives and plastic bags. You’ll discover new weaknesses and new strengths in yourselves, and then you’ll have to brace yourselves for the bigger dangers lying ahead in the wider world.

But for now, Alison is sleeping, and David is overwhelmed with love and with the knowledge that he’d die before seeing you or his little princess be hurt. You gave a new meaning to his whole life. Before he met you, he would devote himself entirely to his work, and only his work. He had no one, and he lived in an anonymous apartment with sparse furniture coated in a thin film of dust. The furniture he’d use to collapse onto, unfeeling, or to shower, or maybe, if he had the time and the mood was right, to make himself a quick snack before heading out.

In that not-so-distant past, David Loki was prepared to die so long as it meant that Anna Dover survived. Someone else’s child. The child he tried but failed to not feel jealous of, because she did have a father who cared that much.

It was a long time ago when David told you that he never knew his parents and grew up in various orphanages before being shuffled from one foster home to another, eventually ending up in a boys’ home. You dreaded to think of the horrors he’d suffered there. Your desire to shower him with care and affection grew exponentially after he confessed that sad chapter of his life to you. But you’ve been thinking about it much more often recently, whenever you’d feed Alison, or when he’d take her into his arms to gently rock her, humming the lullaby he’d heard from you. No one sang lullabies to him, and so the only ones he knew, he learned them from you.

You recall how, when you were so big it was hard to move, he’d stay up all night, even after coming home unshaven and exhausted after a difficult case, to read up everything he could find on babies, how to handle them, how to change diapers, how to rock them to sleep, how to feed them, what to do when they cried for seemingly no reason at all.

Later… During those other difficult and emotional months, you’d tear up whenever you saw him clutch her to his chest with the desperation of a beggar who’d finally been blessed with a crust of bread.

David’s soft, loving whisper snaps you back to the present.

‘I love you, little princess.’

He leans over the crib to plant a kiss on Alison’s forehead. She moves her small mouth and murmurs something incomprehensible, squeezing her favourite toy in her tiny fingers. David smiles and rubs his hand across his face, shaking his head. He’s blinking uncontrollably, but he looks happy and content.

‘Time for dinner?’ you say as he shuts the nursery door closed.

‘I’m starving,’ he admits.

‘Good. I’ve made your favourite casserole.’

You eat largely in silence, exchanging snippets of information, the highlights of your day. After David polishes his plate clean, you place your hand on top of his. You stroke his hairy skin, his fingers. There’s the masonic ring, and then there’s the wedding band. Even grazing it with your fingertips feels special. A testament.

For a moment, your husband looks lost in thought, his enviably thick and fluffy lashes cast downwards as his thumb makes circular motions across your wrist. You don’t know it, but he’s casting his mind back to when you were in labour. There was that awful thought eating away at him that night, that he didn’t deserve happiness, that it was going to end in tears and blood and pain, simply because he was unworthy of love. At the same time, he’d reprimand himself, as what could have been more selfish than that line of thinking? It was your life at stake, not his. Yours and your baby’s.

Back then, he panicked so hard it almost felt like a heart attack.

He stands up to put the dirty plates into the sink. He places his fists on his hips. He favours and generally defaults to this resting position, as normally his hands would be within reach of his service weapon and his taser.

David shakes his head softly as he realises that the biggest challenge during childbirth, at least for him, had been not being able to be in control. David is used to being in control, and he hates when he is not. When he is that powerless.

Once the dishes have been cleared, you hug him and, giggling, kiss the tip of his nose.

‘And what shall we do now, detective?’

Your playful tone makes David grin.

‘Oh, I don’t know, sweetheart.’ Suddenly, the playfulness is gone, and he’s blinking more rapidly than usual. ‘I just want you to know…’ he squeezes your sides so hard it almost hurts, but it feels so good, so right, to have his strong, wide arms wrapped around you like this. You are sheltered, protected, hidden away from the big and cruel world.

After all, David is your world.

‘What? What do you want me to know?’ you whisper.

‘Fuck. That no matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you. For you and for little Alison. Fuck, I’m shit with words, you know me. But I need you to know that I’d die for you, and that those fucking words we recited to each another did mean something special to me.’ David hesitates, smiling with the corner of his mouth. ‘How did you say it? No point in loving someone unless you know you will commit through heaven and hell?’

You nod, fighting happy tears back, clutching him tighter to yourself, grateful for every second you get to spend with him.

No matter how perilous and demanding his work is, you’d never leave him. You’d rather die than be without him.

After all, true love is hard work, isn’t it?

And no, it doesn’t mean that your marriage is perfect. No marriage is. You do fight, you do struggle. But it never crosses your mind to leave, and that’s the most important thing, isn’t it?

Come what may, you’ll deal with it together. You’ll be there for each other.

‘Fuck, baby, I’m so happy,’ he breathes.

You chuckle. ‘Imagine if Alison’s first word is “fuck”.’

David shakes his head, mildly embarrassed.

‘Considering who her parents are…’ He gives your lips another kiss, and this time it’s demanding and passionate. ‘But seriously, what do you think it will be?’

You shrug. ‘Mama? Dada?’

You hope it’s the latter. You can just imagine David’s reaction when he hears Dada fall from Alison’s lips.

He never had the chance to say ‘dad’ to anyone, and now someone he cares deeply about is going to call him just that.

If this is not happiness, then you don’t know what is.

You’re home. Both of you, finally, are.

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lust4life01 · 7 months ago

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Too Sweet - David Loki.

Inspired by the song ‘Too Sweet’ by Hozier because I’m obsessed with it!!

Disclaimer: I haven’t seen anyone do this yet but if it has been done please let me know!! ☺️

Pairing; David Loki x f/reader

Warnings!!: brief smut, oral f/recieving, angst-ish, colleagues, alcohol consumption, grumpy x sunshine, mention of crime/murder, knife mentioned, violence, etc.

Summary: David is profoundly attracted to his colleague but tries to stay away due to her sweet nature, which very much juxtaposes his. sulky nature. (key word- tries)

It can't be said I'm an early bird It's ten o'clock before I say a word Baby, I can never tell How do you sleep so well?

7:20 am , the clock read as you walked in. Coffees situated in hand as your pretty summer dress swayed softly.

“Hey Bill! Morning Sandra!” You greeted everyone in the morning with coffee and a smile, it’s was that time between spring and summer where everything was bright and made life feel worth living.

You fixed your eyes on Detective Loki, who had his nose buried amongst some case files and a frustrated grumpy look across his sharp features.

Taking out a black coffee from the holder you trailed over to him. You two weren’t exactly friends but you had a desperate need to be liked by him. Maybe it was because he was always so stern and earning yourself a smile would make you feel like a winner, or maybe it had something to do with the fact you were ridiculously attracted to him? Well, both things can be true simultaneously.

“Detective Loki, coffee?” You smiled down at him whilst extending the cup towards him in hopes he would accept your kind gesture.

Peeling his eyes away from his paper he met your gaze after you said his name.

“Oh, yes. Thank you.” He said in his monotone voice.

He grabbed the cup from your hands, lightly brushing over your fingers but snapped his head back to his paper in a matter of seconds.

There was nothing profoundly interesting on the paper but he didn’t want to engage with you. Just the thought of your company was overwhelming, never mind when you were handing him coffee and saying his name in such a sweet tone of voice. The smell of your perfume, your pretty summer dress and the sweetness that surrounds you would sweep him up in the blink of an eye. You were gorgeous, smart, likeable. You didn’t need to be getting involved with an older bitter man like him.

He did however wonder how you remained the way you are in a job like this. I mean how at seven in the moring are you considerate and nice? He imagined that you slept the way a princess would, other wise it would be a true mystery not even he could solve.

Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

The huge trees howled and peered down at you. Trapping you in as the screeches of crows was the only noise to be heard amongst the dismal scene.

You and Loki had been sent to a barren camp site out in the woods where two suspects had been reported as camping out. Realistically, you shouldn’t have been there, one because you quite literally weren’t suppose to be but had to be because Loki’s partner was off sick. And secondly, because most of your colleagues doubted your ability and thought infantilising you came from a place of concern rather than blatant misogyny.

Loki, however, didn’t want you there because the thought of just being alone with just you made him want to place his head in his palms. You had only exchanged a couple words as far as a sentence can go and you clearly liked to talk. He wasn’t so keen. He anticipated the awkwardness from the minute his supervisor had told you to go with him.

The crunching of leaves could be heard as the two of you stalked through the woods.

Loki spoke to you lowly as he kept his eyes on the tree line rather than you “These men are dangerous. You let me get them okay.”

You scoffed lightly which prompted him to turn his head to you, with his same expression he always had.

“Believe it or not, I am a fucking detective too. I have a gun strapped to my waist. I’m not an idiot”

Your sweet personality had been lost recently, which was most likely from the frustration of people assuming because you were nice you had to be weak too, and embarrassingly, because you still felt as though Loki was never going to crack. There was something about his cold nature that drew you in. You just wanted him to see you, which felt impossible.

You’re hostile attitude shocked Loki, it was quite attractive the way you stood your ground when he was so accustom to your soft spoken self. He raised his hands slightly as he apologised “Okay, sorry. You're right.”

You both continued to walk in silenced until you could see a campsite through the trees. There was a tent, a blazing bonfire, and some belongings scattered about. Loki protectively stood in front of you as you both spotted a man sat on a log, one which looked exactly like one of the two suspects.

Loki ran towards the man with his gun drawn and shouted “STAY FUCKING STILL!”

You followed behind quickly as Loki wrestled the man to the ground and cuffed him. Even if you were wrapped up in hostility you couldn't help but admit to yourslef that it was one of the hottest scenes you'd ever witnessed.

“Think you can run from me mother fucker.” Loki grunted as the man tried to wriggle his way out of the cuffs.

As Loki was taking care of the sicko criminal on the floor you heard movement from the tent. A man quickly appeared holding a knife but he tried to run from you rather than at you. You chased after him and trapped his foot, sending him flying to the floor, the knife flying from his hand and landing in a brush. Loki had noticed this and leapt up to come and help but you already cuffed the shouting man.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH! I’LL KILL YOU LIKE I KILLED THOSE OTHER WHORES!”

Back up had turned up shortly after to come and collect the two men. You stood by the bonfire and watched as the men were shoved into vans. A feeling of adrenaline consuming you as well as a deep sadness for the women who weren't saved from the foul men.

Loki slowly approached you scanning over your drained features as he stepped closer to you.

“Good job today (y,n).” It was blunt and pretty vague but honestly gaining validation from your older attractive colleague was rewarding and his presents dragged you from your depressing thoughts.

You smiled at him, your face illuminated by the orange flames as the sun started to set. He stared back at you whilst trying to decide if he should say what he wanted to. Fuck it.

“You look like you could use a drink. I’m gonna grab one, you wanna come?” He felt nervous, like he was twelve years old asking out the pretty popular girl to be his date to some cheesy dance. It was purley out of compassion and a need for a drinking buddy he told himself, not because he wanted to spend more of the day with you or anything.

The tiredness in your eyes remained but your lips did form into a smirk “I’d like that a lot, Loki.”

The smell of smoke from the bonfire filled the air before you, as he couldn’t help but stare at the reflection of the flames in your eyes, getting lost in your haze.

He snapped out of his admiration and suggested you guys take his car.

I think I'll take my whiskey neat

The sultry music that played in the background of the barren bar was drowned out by the sound of Loki's glass hitting the bar again, only the smell of whiskey left in the glass. After that day, Loki decided he needed a drink and had reluctantly invited you to come along which was his weird way of forming somewhat of a relationship with you. You absolutely did come along because the thought of the two men you and Loki had caught made you want to drink until a single thought couldn't grace your thoughts. And you felt comfortable with him. It wasn’t some sleazy type of invitation for drinks but more a mutual feeling of despair that could be lifting with the taste of alcohol.

Loki had order whiskey, neat of course, which made so much sense. You however had far one too many vodka and cherry cola’s.

At first Loki admired your ability to somewhat keep up with him, until he realised maybe that wasn’t the case, which he realised when you started to drunkenly cry about how you felt like your boss hated you and everone thought you were weak. Loki knew this was drunk nonsense because nobody could hate you, you‘re too sweet.

“Hey hey come on now, he doesn’t hate you. How could anybody hate you? And nobody thinks you're weak, especially not me.” He tried to calm your drunk ass down and started to think maybe asking you for a drink was not a good idea. That compassion he felt for you did scare him a little though.

He had tried to distance himself from you, but it seemed he couldn’t. Every assignment, there you were. It was impossible to remain distance or blunt around you. Even if he was admittedly a bit of a dick to everyone else he realised after being in your presence continuously that you were now almost friends? In a way?

Loki wasn’t drunk, sure he had drunk but he wasn’t drunk. He walked you to his car and helped you into the front seat. I mean what’s a detective without a little criminal activity, and he was still perfectly fine to drive. You on the other hand was not fine and there was no way Loki was letting you get into a cab on your own , not in this state.

Once driving you had gone quiet from your intoxicated rambling that had entertained Loki as he practically carried you to the car.

“Hey (y,n) what’s your address so I can take you home.”

There was no answer.

Loki peered over and you were sound asleep. Of course you were. He grabbed his phone from his pocket so he could call a colleague to find out where you lived but of course it had died.

He looked over at you and felt an odd feeling in his chest. He let out a huff and made a U turn.

My coffee black and my bed at three

He had helped you into his apartment and made a bed up on the couch for himself. But before that he had fixed you both some coffee in order to help you sober up a little. His was black o. He gave you some toast and your sweetened coffee as you thanked him mercilessly. He was glad you were at least conscious now.

“That’s already. Do you want me to take you home, or you can stay here? I’ll sleep on the couch.”

It was pretty late and he had felt an odd shift towards you from the hours before. Your vunreblity you inviited him to see had eradicated the strange tension you two seemed to possess previously. You felt comfortable with him, so he felt comfortable around you.

Despite your intoxicated state, you could recognise the serenity in his voice, probably being the nicest he’s ever spoken to anyone ever.

You shook your head slightly as you eyes fluttered “David you don’t have to do that, I’ll sleep on the couch. ”

The thought of another car ride did make you want to vomit, and you trusted Loki so there was no harm in staying.

The use of his first name threw him off a bit but he was insistent that you took the bed whilst also briefly apologising for his lack female comfortable clothing. He set out some briefs and a t shirt, that was nowhere close to fitting you, onto the bed.

You slipped them on a thanked him one more time before settling in to his bed. The alcohol in your system left a feeling of guilt upon your conscionous as the smell of him hit you from his pillows. However, after a couple minutes with your head touching his pillows you were fast asleep.

You're too sweet for me

The next morning had arrived and Loki started to get up for work, when he remembered you were sleeping soundly in his bed. He quietly got himself together and left you a note on the bedside table which read;

Gone to work, I’ll let them know you're sick. Help yourself to anything and the keys are on the kitchen counter.

Accompanied with the note was a glass of water and a some aspirin to help with the hangover. He stared down at your face, you looked so pretty. God you were too perfect, far too kind and compassionate to be with the likes of him. He covered the duvet over you before he left and made sure to take a final glance at you before leaving.

After waking up from a pleasant sleep to a not so pleasant headache, you were quickly snapped out of your self pity after realising you were in your colleagues bed. Your colleague who you had been trying to impress forever.

You shortly remembered why that was and the hangxiety demons grabbed ahold of you. You shoved your face into his pillows as you cursed yourself for getting in such a state. God, he probably thought you were ridiculous, a stupid child who couldn’t handle their alcohol. Great.

Then the panic of work hit you, fuck were you late? Where was Loki? What was the fucking time? Your eyes scanned for an indication when they laid upon his note. You let out a sigh of relief after reading that Loki was going to cover your ass. You took the pills, made his bed, changed back into your clothes and called yourself a cab home.

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate

Once you had gotten home you left Loki a message to thank him for his kindness, not only through letting you stay at his house but also for covering your ass at home. The thought of inconveniencing others made you want to die.

Loki's kindness left you with this debilitating feeling in your chest, you two had becomes somewhat friends but the overwhelming attraction you felt to him only became magnified when he provided you with his security last night.

You felt absolutely disgusting with the hangxiety seeping through your soul, your clothes from yesterday, and the fact you hadn’t showered since yesterday morning.

The sound of the shower blasting accompanied with your favourite playlist playing made you feel calmer and cleaner already. You jumped into the shower and decided you had to see Loki. You had to thank him in person. Something about knowing you slept in his bed last night and you haven’t seen him since just didn’t feel right.

If you were seeing Loki, it had to be an everything shower. You had to look and feel perfect. As you massaged your sweet smelling shampoo into your scalp your mind imagined walking up to his door and kissing him. God, the thought made your heart ache and yearn for it to be reality, but you highly doubted he felt the same. I mean it was Loki.

Once every inch of your body smelt, felt and looked divine you admired yourself in the mirror. Your makeup looked stunning but not overbearing, your hair looked like you had just come out of a Victorian secret catalog and you smelt gorgeous.

You quickly checked your phone and saw Loki had replied, meaning he was probably home from work by now. You opened up the message which read;

‘Thats okay (y,n), no need to thank me. Did you get home alright?’

God why did he care so much? Why did it make you want him more, and why did he have to be a colleague? Without even replying to the text you rushed to your car and made your way over to his. Admittedly, you did have one of your friends from the IT department tell you where he lived a little while back. It wasn’t creep or stalking, you’re a detective okay? That makes it fine, I suppose.

Once you arrived and was stood outside his door your heart started to pound. You took a deep breath and gently knocked on his door.

The minutes in which it took him to open the door immediately made you want to run away. But you didn’t. You stayed and stared at the door.

Finally when it opened you saw Loki standing in the doorway, uniform still on and was that a smile plastered on his face?

“Oh hello (y,n).” He said sounding pleasantly shocked to see you. Then he subtly looked you up and down. Fuck you looked so pretty.

You stared for a minute, wide eyed. “Hey, so um-, I just like, wanted to say thanks. Again.” You could feel your cheeks blush from being so self aware.

You could feel his low brow stare as you talked, making you feel even more nervous. You had talked to criminals that had committed heinous crimes but somehow this was far more nerve racking.

He stepped a little closer to you, looking down. “You didn't need to say it again, I told you it’s my pleasure.”

Without saying anything you stood staring into his eyes.

“Well yeah, I just came by to express how thankful I really am.”

He smirked and then brushed a piece of hair behind your ear with his large hand, a small piece of his own hair falling as he leaned forward. God you were so sweet, but he could tell you weren’t here because of that.

Cupping your jaw he gently connected his lips to yours. You gasped quietly making Loki retreat instantly.

“Fuck. I’m sorry I-“

Before he had time to continue you smashed your lips together again, humming into the kiss. It became heated and as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, feeling as though he had reached heavens gate.

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

You tried to catch your breath as Loki's lips attacked yours mercilessly as you both made your way to his bedroom whilst crashing into every surface on the way.

The base of your back hit the wall as his hands started to undress you in between the hard kisses. “You’re so fucking pretty. Wanted you for so long.”

You could only moan in response as the feeling of his hands hugged your skin and his teeth grazed your neck.

Once he had gotten you in just your lingerie set, which he noticed immediately, he grabbed the backs of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Pulling his hair you whined as he carried you to the bedroom. You were so desperate for him, it was insane.

Placing you down on to the end of the bed, he stood before you. You immediately crawled to your knees, and reached for the hem of his long fitted black shirt. He smiled and reached his big hand around your back and un clasped your bra as his other hand stroked your hair. You bit your lip in anticipation as the shirt slipped over his head, leaving him shirtless with nothing but his work pants on in front you you. You admired his god like torso, covered in tattoos.

You whispered a quiet “fuck” and kissed down his snail trail.

Loki groaned as you reached closer down his torso and gripped your jaw, bending down and kissing you hard once again.

“Lie back for me princess.”

Immediately you did as you were told and Loki quickly followed on top of you. One hand firmly gripped your waist hard enough to bruise, whilst the other held your right wrist again the bed. He kissed your sweet collar bones and made his way down to your nipples. He licked and kissed them as your chest heaved.

“Loki, please. I need you to bad.”

An amused grin spread across his face as blood rushed to his already hard cock. He dipped two large fingers into your underwear and they were immediate soaked by your desperation.

“Not as innocent as you seem, are you baby? Mhm?” He hummed.

You shook your head as you tried to not cry out from your needy incoherent state.

He brought his fingers to your lips and you wrapped your swollen lips around them and moaned.

Seconds later he was tearing off your panties and connecting his wet tongue to your pulsating cunt as he praised you through your moans.

“Taste just as sweet as you seem though. Taste and look so fucking good for me baby.”

He sucked on your clit as if it were a divine exotic fruit, almost as sweet as a grape turned into a majestic wine falling from an enchanted waterfall.

You thread your fingers through his hair and whimpered hysterically “Loki! Fuck!”

You're too sweet for me

The summer breeze trailed in through the open window as your head rested upon Lokis bare chest. You both laid there as you played with his big tattooed fingers and he took in the smell of your shampoo that he so secretly loved.

You started to talk his ear off mercilessly and he simply just listened. Taking in all of your words as if they were the most important words to ever be spoken. He nodded and hummed as he admired you. Your skin glowing. He had to admit to himself your sweet charming personality had caught him in a choke hold. There was an element of purity and sunshine that you brought to his sulky self, he was well and truly fucked. You're too sweet.

(Ugh im so obsessed with this song and it is soooo David Loki.)

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal smut #david loki fanfiction #david loki x reader #david loki smut #too sweet #hozier #prisonersmovie

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davidlcki · 1 year ago

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Blood Bond

Summary: after bob taylor’s death, you and your police partner loki have to work through the trauma together.

Warnings: MAJOR TRIGGERS IN THIS!!! suicide, lots of blood, cursing, drinking. this whole thing is just sad lol

words: 3,380

There was something beautiful about the bond formed within a traumatic event. Somehow, even in your state, you thought about this. You could feel the shift between you and Loki as he placed his hands on your cheeks, shaking you lightly as a desperate pleas spill from his lips, an attempt to will you back to reality.

His palms slid against your cheeks that were slick with blood. The feeling made you sick. It wasn’t your own blood, of course. But Bob Taylor’s. The man that had been questioned relentlessly by your police force- well- mostly Loki. Loki could only keep his cool for so long. You tried to take over the interrogation, but he was too stubborn to ever let that happen. One thing led to another, and in a blink of an eye Bob had his hands on Lokis gun. You tried. You tried with every fiber of your being to get him to drop it. Whilst the rest of the officers in the room pointed their guns and screamed with rage, you never touched yours.

“Bob… look at me. You don’t wanna do this, okay?” you were close. Almost in arms reach of him. He was listening to you, even through the shouting, he heard you. You continued to inch forwards. “All you have to do, is answer our questions. It’s no trouble. Please, just put the gun down.” you stop, mere inches from being able to grab the gun, but you were too late. Bob looked you dead in the eyes as he brought the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger.

You don’t remember falling to the ground, but you do remember the ringing in your ears and the oddly warm feeling of his blood trickling down your face. Loki hooked his arms under yours and dragged you backwards before kneeling down in front of you, blocking the sight of Bobs body. It took a second for his words to reach your ears.

“Y/N! god… jesus…” he didn’t know what to say. You noticed how badly his hands were shaking as he grabbed your face. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, you could only look at him. You noticed how blue his eyes were as you stared into them in a trance that you didn’t know how to get out of. Finally, he lifted you to your feet by your arms, basically dragging you out of the interrogation room. You followed on numb legs as he pulled you all the way to the bathrooms, pushing you down to a sitting position on a bench by the sinks. The dim blue fluorescent lights flickered unpredictably above you.

“Y/N, honey, are you hurt?” his voice was soft and brought you back to reality a little. You had the mind to shake your head no, though if you were you were sure you wouldn’t have felt it. You looked down at your hands in your lap as loki wet a rag in the sink. Your hands, shirt, hair, face, pants, they were speckled with blood. You looked like a sick art project. You decide shut your eyes for a while, allowing Loki to wipe your face down gently. After a while, he speaks.

“Hey, I need you to say something.”

You look at him. Even though you felt numb, there were tears falling down your cheeks, and when you finally opened your mouth to speak, you felt it. A sharp, stabbing, murderous pain.

“I…i’m, I don’t,” your words quickly deteriorated to sobs that violently took over your body. Loki pulled you by your shoulder into him, allowing you to cry into the crook of his neck.

You had only been lokis partner for a month or two, and were very new to the police force. You had never witnessed a murder before, and especially not a suicide by gunshot a foot away from you.

“I’m gonna take you home, alright? Can you get up?” You nod against him as loki ran a hand up and down your back gently as he spoke softly into the silence of the bathroom. You notice the blood that you left seeping into his light blue button up shirt. You wondered if he’d be upset at this.

When you exited the bathroom, you passed by the interrogation room again. Bobs body was gone, but his crimson blood remained. On the walls, on the floor. There was a large smear where you had fell and Loki dragged you backwards. You were dully aware of the way loki brushed off every officer that tried to talk to him. You were sure youd have to fill out some kind of paperwork and have a stern talking to by o’malley, but the sight of you was enough for everyone to back off for now.

The ride home in his car was dead silent. You didn’t dare move. You were afraid that if you did, you’d crumble into a million pieces. Instead, you started down at your lap, counting the flecks of now dried blood that you’d never get out of these clothes.

“You have a very nice place.” Lokis words shot through you like lightning. You didn’t know why. You were too in your head, you guessed. You hardly remembered the walk from the car into your home.

“Thank you.” you look over at him slowly, noticing the look of deep guilt on his features. You’d never seen him show so much emotion before in the short time that you had known him. He stood awkwardly near the island in your kitchen, not sure what to do next.

“Do you… need help, with anything right now? First things first you should probably take a bath.” he looked at you like a lost puppy as he waited for you to say something. You could tell he wasn’t good at this comforting thing, so you figured it best to be blunt.

“I don’t think I Can bathe myself right now.” in reality you knew that was a weird thing to say to your police partner of 3 months, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now. You needed someone there otherwise you were afraid you might drown in the tub, or get in and never have the will to get back out. Loki dosent hesitate with his answer.

“Yeah… yeah, I can help.” he slips his jacket off and places it over the back of one of your dining room chairs. You avoided looking at the blood stains on his light blue shirt. You show him to the bathroom, watching as he starts a bath. You stood with your arms and legs apart ever so slightly so they wouldn’t touch your sides or each other. You felt disgusting. You refused to move unless you had to. The feeling of the dried blood cracking with each movement on your skin made you want to faint.

Within the blink of an eye, the bath was full, and clouds of white bubbles floated upon the top of the water, calling you to step in. Loki looked up at you from his crouched position in front of the tub. He opened his mouth to say something, you assumed along the lines of ‘the baths ready’ but you didn’t let him continue. Your movements were swift as you pulled your shirt above your head and slipped out of your pants. You didn’t realize how eager you were to get them off of you. You tossed them into the trashcan that sat beside the toilet. Loki, flustered, turned his head away from you. When you were fully stripped, you turn to take a look at yourself in the mirror above the sink. There was smeared blood across your face where Loki had previously tried to clean you off. It was in your hair, and down your neck, cascading between your breasts and stopping at where your bra previously sat against your skin. You couldn’t look anymore. Slowly, you turned towards the tub and stepped in. Once you had settled, Loki finally pulled his head up to look at you. His brows had been furrowed in this expression of worry and guilt for the past however long it had been since the incident, and somehow you were just now taking note of it. You looked at each other for a long while, but nothing was said. Finally, Loki broke eye contact, grabbed a rag, and dipped it beneath the bath water. He gently took your chin in his free hand, turning your face towards him so he could gingerly wipe your face clean. He dragged the cloth down your neck, and inbetween your breasts, until all the blood was tinting the water instead of your skin. Nothing was said. The two of you seemed to be deep in thought. On a normal day, this interaction would have made you faint. But this wasn’t a normal day. Loki ran soap and water through your hair a few times until the water stopped coming out red, before draining all the water. You watched in a trance as the water and bubbles swirled out of sight. You hardly noticed the fact that Loki had pulled you from the tub and wrapped a towel around your naked shivering frame.

“Hey” Lokis voice was stern this time. You shifted your eyes to look at him. “I need you to look at me. Really, look at me. I can see you replaying what happened over and over. I know, it’s happened to me. It’s easy to get stuck. I want you to get dressed for me, alright? I’ll stay overnight with you.” You don’t think you’ve ever heard him talk for this long unprompted. You were seeing a new side of him.

“Okay. thank you, David.” you give him a firm look before stepping past him and into your room. You knew he was shocked at the use of his first name, But you thought it appropriate for the situation.

Being clean made you feel a lot better. You shook the sight of Bob from your thoughts for the 100th time and quickly threw on the first clothes you grabbed in your pajama drawer, which happened to be a pair of shorts and a police force shirt that was given to you way too many sizes too big. When you walked into the kitchen, things seemed more awkward now. Or maybe you were just more aware. Loki was sitting at your kitchen table, fiddling with one of his rings. He looks up at the sound of your footsteps, a light smile crosses his features. You look away out of embarrassment, remembering he’d seen you completely naked a mere 10 minutes ago.

“You… you really don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” you busy yourself with walking to the cabinets of your kitchen to grab two glasses.

“No, it’s okay. You shouldn’t be alone after going through something like this.” Loki watches as you nod and head over to grab water, though stopping at the small collection of liquor sitting on your counter.

“Water or whiskey?” you ask him, forcing a light smile onto your face at your weak attempt at a joke.

“Guess” is all he said. You poured two glasses of whiskey and sat across from him at the table.

“I would say try to completely forget about it, but when you go back you’re going to be bombarded with questions. If someone dosent show up to your doorstep, that is.”

“Well…” you pause for a while, swirling the liquid and taking a sip before continuing. “I don’t know if im ever going back. I’ll sign whatever papers they need and make a statement but…” you let out a large sigh, not having much else to say.

At this, Lokis head shot up to meet his eyes with yours. They were widened with surprise.

“Are… are you sure?” He was looking at you intently, and this shocked you. He seemed afraid.

“No, i’m not sure. But today was a lot. I need to think for a while. Plus, i don’t think anyone really likes me there anyways” You let out a dry laugh. It was true. Most of the officers there gave you snarky looks, and within the short span youve been there you’ve just about heard it all. The entire department thinks your every move was to impress Loki. You knew they were jealous you got to be his partner considering the rep he has, but it still hurt. Especially since you did find Loki crazily attractive, you tried your best to make it look like you didn’t, but your co workers don’t see it that way. Loki nods, his head dipping back down to stare at the little bit of whiskey left in his glass.

“If it gives you any reconciliation, I enjoy having you as my partner.” You meet eyes again, and you cursed yourself as you felt that agonizing pain of butterflies in your stomach. You give a shy smile to match his and you eye his movements as he downs the rest of his drink. You watch his adams apple bob as he swallows, and immediately force yourself to look anywhere else but at him. You decide to change the subject.

“Sorry I don’t have a guest bedroom, but the couch is very comfortable” you gesture over to the couch that sat in front of a tv that was playing whatever was going on in the news. You knew sooner or later Bob Taylor would show up as one of their stories.

Loki shrugs and gets up to put his glass in the sink. “I’d sleep on the floor if I had to.” he smiles softly at you and kicks his shoes off by the door. You rise to your feet and place your glass in the sink as well, making a mental note to wash them out in the morning if you found the energy to. You grab a blanket and comfortable pillow from the chest in your room and bring them back down to Loki.

“Thank you again for staying.” you look up at him for a few beats, before turning on your heel to head to your room. Loki watched you walk off until you were out of sight.

Sleep that night was not so forgiving to you. Though you usually had nightmares, the ones you had tonight were plagued with Bob Taylor. The scene played out in a million different ways. In each one, you tried to save him, but it always ended the same. The sound of his blood splattering against the wall was sickening and bounced around your nightmares seemingly endlessly. What you didn’t know, was that as you dreamt in your bed, you were also screaming.

When you opened your eyes, Lokis face was probably a mere 5 inches from yours. He was half on top of you, shaking your shoulders and holding your arms by your sides to stop your thrashing. You woke up with a half yell half sob as the dream continued to replay in your head.

“Hey, hey!” Lokis harsh tone snapped you out of your trance. “Look at me Y/N” his voice was stern and he kept his firm grasp on your wrists, grounding you and keeping you from reeling back into your thoughts. You were near hyperventilating as you looked up at him helplessly. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, leaving wet spots on the pillow on each side of your head.

“I could have fucking stopped it. I could have been quicker I- I-” another sob chokes the rest of your sentence away. Loki begins to loosen his grip on your wrist, moving his right hand to interlock with yours. He gave you a few firn squeezes, assuring you he was right there for you. You squeeze back as an unspoken ‘thank you’. You sit up to face him in the darkness of your bedroom.

“It was my fault. mine. You didn’t do this, You didn’t cause this. It’s not your fault. say that.” he looks at you for a long while, waiting for you to respond. You could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke, you could see how much the suicide hurt him just as much as it did you.

“I need you to say that Y/N. It’s not your fault.”

Your lip quivers as you speak.

“It’s not my fault”

Loki nods, and you can’t tell if it’s for you or himself. You were both sitting up on the bed, holding hands ahd whispering to each other in the darkness of the room. You could barely make out his face as the moonlight gently seeped through your curtains, but you could tell he was close. Loki closes his eyes, and presses his forehead against yours. This, somehow, was more intimate than any kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed soon after. For a while, neither of you said anything. It was comfortable silence as you reveled in the feeling of his hand interlocked with yours, your breathing in sync as you rested your forehead against his.

The sounds of your sniffling broke the silence. Loki stared into your eyes for a while, unsure of what else he could possibly say to you.

“I don’t think I would have made it through today without you here.” your voice was so quiet that Loki nearly struggled to hear even with your closeness. He found that good reason to tilt his face even closer, causing your noses to touch ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry” he spoke, and this is when you noticed just how close your lips were.

“You couldn’t have known…” you respond. It’s all your mind could come up with. You didn’t know what else you could say, you knew all too well now how hard it is to truly make someone feel better in a situation like this. Either way, your thoughts became clouded as your lips ever so slightly brushed against his as you spoke.

That seemed to be Lokis breaking point. The next thing you knew you were propping yourself up at the force at which he kissed you. It wasn’t soft or gentle, it was rough, raw. You were sure you tasted blood after your teeth clashed together, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It was what you needed after the day you both had. His hands were quickly on your body, toned arms pulling you flush against him as he devoured you.

This kiss was different than any you’d had before. You could nearly physically feel the emotion radiating between the two of you. You hardly noticed when Loki pushed you down to your back, head resting on the pillow that was still wet with your tears. He rested inbetween your legs, his hands not roaming but simply pulling you as close as possible to him. You couldn’t gauge how much time had passed, but eventually, the hunger within his kiss seemed to come to a halt. Slowly, your eyes fluttered opened as Loki pulled away. He was still holding you close, but he seemed to have frozen. Your brows furrowed. Did you do something wrong?

“Loki?” your eyes were struggling to make out his facial expression in the dark, but your mind seemed to go over every possibility. Was he mad? Did he change his mind about you?

Suddenly, something dropped onto your cheek. That’s when you realized. He was crying. A small sob, barely audible, escaped his lips as he began to crumble before you. You ran a hand through his hair gently, your heart somehow shattering more than you thought possible as he rested his forehead against your chest, his weight collapsing on top of you.

“Hey. You’re okay, loki. You’re okay.” your voice was merely a whisper as you held his shaking frame.

“What if I can’t find them?” his voice was small and muffled as he spoke into your shirt. Your mind instantly went to the two missing girls that the entire town of Conyers seemed to be relying on your department to find. You felt hopeless. With Your only lead being dead, you were stuck.

“You will. We will. We’ll find them.” you didn’t know if this was more for Loki or yourself.

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 9 months ago

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Masterlist:

Stars Align: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5

• Part 6

• Part 7

• Part 8

• Part 9 - Final

The Containment Diaries: Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

• Entry 1

• Entry 2

• Entry 3

• Entry 4

• Entry 5

• Entry 6

• Entry 7

• Entry 8

• Entry 9

• Entry 10

• Entry 11

• Entry 12 - Final

The Witching Hour: Bob Floyd x Reader

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

• Chapter 4

• Chapter 5

• Chapter 6

• Chapter 7

• Chapter 8

• Chapter 9

• Final Chapter

Blessed Be: Bob Floyd x Reader

• Prologue

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

• Chapter 4

• Chapter 5

• Chapter 6 - Final

Predator and Prey: Tommy Cahill x Reader:

• Chapter One

• Chapter Two

• Chapter Three

• Chapter Four

• Chapter Five

• Chapter Six

• Chapter Seven

• Chapter Eight

• Chapter Nine - Final

Star Crossed: Detective David Loki x Reader:

• Chapter One

• Chapter Two

• Chapter Three

• Chapter Four

• Chapter Five

• Chapter Six - Final

Drugs, Thugs and Pilot Kelson Hugs: Pilot Kelson x Reader:

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5 - Final

Mine For The Taking: Colter Stevens x Reader:

• Part 1

• Part 2

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chadillacboseman · 4 months ago

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Pairing: David Loki x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, trauma, kidnapping (if you've seen the movie, you know what it's about), mentions of previous arguments/a breakup, a little angst, pivoting entirely into something much sweeter.

Summary: In the wake of the recovery of the Birch and Dover girls and the rescue of Keller, David is put on mandatory leave by CPD. There's only one place he wants to be.

A/N: MY DRAMATIC RETURN TO xREADER!!! Re-watching Prisoners after like 5 years was enough to make me come back after a lengthy hiatus. Everybody say "THANK YOU, JAKE GYLLENHAAL!"

"Take time to recover, Loki," Captain O'Malley looked over the top of a battered file folder, stern gray eyes never wavering as he stared down the detective across the desk from him.

"I can do more here-" David began, indignant; his usually slicked hair had become tousled in his frustration, long black strands hanging haphazardly into his face as he protested.

"I'm not asking, detective."

That was that.

David exited the precinct in a huff, slinging his heavy jacket over his shoulders as his breath came in billowing white clouds against the frigid air. He paused on the front steps, irritation still bubbling just below the surface as he chewed his tongue in contemplation.

His right temple ached where Holly's bullet had struck him, throbbing down into his eye, where a bloodshot ring of ruptured vessels haloed his iris. He brought a hand up to the bandage absentmindedly, tracing the gauze and taking a moment to marvel at the fact that he'd come out from the shootout with his life.

Maybe O'Malley was right. David was in no shape to be on the streets, and the thought of being forced into desk duty made his eye twitch. He sighed heavily as he made his way down the steps and to his car, flinging the door open and dropping into the worn seat before bringing the engine to a whining start.

Muscle memory didn't take him home. Not to his empty house where he'd be left alone with every heavy memory that the Dover and Birch case had put on his shoulders. No, instead it took him to the opposite side of town, to your apartment building, where his car almost seemed to guide itself into a familiar parking space. The headlights cut off with the engine, and he exited into the darkening evening, making his way to the entrance.

David's hand hovered over the call button on the entry system, hesitant, shaking. He swallowed, thickly, then hammered the one next to your unit number, waiting with his breath trapped in his chest. Nervously, he ran his hand through his hair, tucking the unruly strands back to join the others as he stood there.

Inside your apartment, the loud buzzer near your door startled you into nearly dropping the dish you'd been about to place in the dishwasher. You furrowed your brows and glanced at the time on your phone- 6:00PM.

You dried off your hands and made your way to the entry; next to your door, a small red light blinked on top of a plastic speaker. You watched it for a moment, wondering if perhaps someone had hit the wrong number.

BUZZ.

"Hello?" you thumbed the button and waited tentatively.

"It's me."

"David?"

You hadn't seen him in weeks. He'd become so engrossed in the case with the missing girls that it had driven a wedge between the two of you, and you'd half expected to never see him again. When David got invested in a case, you quickly learned that you would always play second fiddle. Things had come to a head when Bob Taylor killed himself while in custody and David had become a man obsessed- angry, out of control, so singularly focused that you'd told him to get out.

He hadn't even argued.

"Can I come up?" his voice was quiet.

You hesitated, tongue trapped between your teeth as you considered your options. You'd seen on the news that the case had had a happy ending- both girls recovered safely, and Keller Dover had been found as well.

"Please?"

You sighed and hit the entry button, already feeling your body tense at the idea of him being back in your apartment after such a volatile ending. His quiet knock jolted you into focus and you slid the chain lock off the rail and turned the deadbolt with a loud click before swinging the door open.

David looked like hell.

The right side of his head was bandaged near the temple, and angry red bruising peppered his forehead and circled his eye, which was so bloodshot that it looked alien. You opened your mouth to comment, but decided against it, instead stepping aside so he could enter.

David winced when his eyes passed over the apartment, remembering the last time he'd set foot inside. The way your eyes had swam with tears as you'd begged him to just take a step back, to listen to you for even a second.

The way you'd begged him to show that he cared.

He turned to look at you, standing just a few feet away, but it felt like miles. Your arms were folded across your chest, fingers flexing on your biceps uncomfortably as you avoided his gaze and stared pointedly at the floor.

David opened his mouth, but the words wouldn't come.

For once, it wasn't Detective Loki who stood before you. It was just David- a mortal man, not some larger than life police officer chasing down the bad guys in dark alleyways.

"I'm sorry," he finally spoke, his quiet words falling flat in the tense air of the apartment, "for all of it."

All of it. The late shifts, the yelling, the nights spent sleeping on the couch. The alcohol he'd used to dull the ache of failure any time he chased a dead end lead.

"David-" you sighed and closed your eyes, bringing two fingers to pinch the space between your brows in frustration. It was so incredibly like him to think that he could finish a case and ride that high into coming back to you, waltzing back into your life as if he hadn't left you devastated just weeks before.

"I mean it," he took a hesitant step toward you, his hands flexing at his sides as he tried to stop himself from reaching for you, "please."

His plea felt genuine, warbling around the edges as if he was barely holding it together. You looked up and felt the slightest pang of emotion sear through your chest at the look in his eyes. Whatever had transpired as the case had come to a close had clearly rattled him- his air of confidence and righteous anger was gone, leaving a bruised and bloodied little boy standing in your entryway.

The same little boy who had joined the police force to stop the same people who had hurt him. The little boy who had felt so alone for so long until he met you.

"Please let me fix this."

Your heart wrenched control from your brain at his words, and before you could stop yourself, you crossed the room, closing the distance until you were just inches from him. Slowly, you brought your hand up to cup the uninjured side of his face, running your thumb gently across the stubble that had cropped up on his jaw.

David closed his eyes and a shaky breath passed through his lips as he leaned his head into your touch. Only then did he remember how much he had missed you- the softness of your touch, the way you kept him grounded when everything seemed lost.

The way you loved him, even when he couldn't bear to love himself.

"Forgive me?" David's lips twitched as he opened his eyes to look into yours.

You weren't sure if 'forgive' was the right word for what you were doing, but it was a start. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your head to rest against his chest as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

David exhaled, as if it was the first time he'd done it fully since he'd left your apartment all those nights ago. You pulled back enough to look at him and he smiled, his face framed by the dark strands of hair that had fallen from the slicked back style atop his head.

"Captain made me take the rest of the month off," David murmured as he looked down at you, the soft smile still playing at his lips as he spoke.

You raised an eyebrow, shocked that he'd even agreed to take the leave of absence. Maybe he was ready to change for the better.

"And what do you plan to do with all that free time?" you asked playfully, your own smile now widening as his eyes crinkled at the corners, soft gaze still never breaking from yours.

"Make it up to you," David grinned and brought his mouth to yours before you could come up with a clever rebuttal.

In an instant, it was like he'd never stormed out of your apartment that night. All the days of watching the news, waiting for some reporter to announce that Detective David Loki had been killed in a shootout were wiped from the slate as his lips met yours.

David broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, the tip of his nose just barely brushing against your own as his hands fell so naturally to your waist to keep you close.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

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jennaajoseph · 5 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤ ❛ The beginnings. ❜ ⸻ David Loki x F!Reader.

── ﹙౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ MASTERLIST&INFO.﹚. ☆

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SUMMARY. ⸻ You and David remembered your sweet beginnings together.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ PAIRING. ⸻ david loki x fem!reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CONTENTS. ⸻ none, mostly fluff, female reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ A/N. ⸻ amazing request from anon!! (I'm so sorry it took so long) I tried a bit of a different style this time, I hope it doesn't look too bad?? I've tried to make Loki more brightful/flirty person in this. I need this man to be happy for once lol.

Work is kicking my ass lately lol, sorry for being inactive with fics, I'm still working on a few requests!! I have a few fics in my drafts I wanted to post for a long time so stay turned.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CREDITS. ⸻ photos - pinterest (cropped by me) , divider - @/cafekitsune.

You laughed at another funny memory with David that you remembered. "Oh, c'mon, that was embarrassing." He covered his face with both hands, feeling embarrassed.

"What?! It was adorable!" You chuckled softly.

He gently shook his head. A small smile appeared on his face at the memory of him wearing a pink shirt to one of your dates because you once said that pink is pretty. Later, he found out that it wasn't even your favourite color at all. "Do you know how stupid I felt after?"

"I was actually amazed that you were paying attention to little things like that." You leaned a bit closer to his face.

"I just wanted to do my best." He smiled as you leaned closer to him, looking into your eyes. "Impress you, you know?"

"You impressed me a lot, just like the first time we met." You gave him a toothy grin and he raised an eyebrow.

"Was there something wrong with our first meeting?"

"You don't remember? You were so eager to keep talking to me."

"I wanted to keep the conversation going! You really interested me that day." He tried defended himself.

You chuckled shaking your head gently at the memory.

⭑⭒⭒

David was sitting quietly at his table, drinking coffee. His eyes occasionally landed on you from time to time. You were peacefully typing on your computer, trying to finish the work that needed to be done for tomorrow morning.

The cafe was empty, there was no one besides you and him. A few small drops of rain were softly hitting the glass windows, making it not too uncomfortably quiet.

"Anything else?" The server looked at David, holding a coffee pot.

His gaze quickly dropped off you when he heard the waitress. "Oh, no, not really, thank you."

"If you need something, I will be behind the counter." She said softly, smiling. David returned a small smile. When the waitress walked in the opposite direction, his eyes landed on you again.

Your gaze accidentally met his, you quickly turned to look back into your computer, furrowing your eyebrows. His eyes dropped to look at his half-empty cup of coffee.

Despite everything, you could still feel his gaze on you, his eyes were basically burned into you, and you felt it. Your mind was telling you that he was just another creep that wanted to say some nasty joke when the time is right, and that was the last thing that you wanted to hear today.

"Could you stop staring at me, please?" You finally spoke, and his gaze met yours again.

"I'm sorry." He said a bit ashamed, his eyes dropped down again. "I just thought that you look really good today." He added awkwardly.

"Thanks, but you don't need to burn your eyes into me." You chuckled, looking at your computer again.

"It's hard not to look at you." He gave you a small, flirty grin. You rolled your eyes.

"I didn't know I was that pretty for some random stranger." You looked back at him. A small, almost unnoticable blush appeared on his cheeks.

"What are you writing?" He took a sip of his warm drink.

"I have some work due tomorrow."

"I'm probably distracting you, don't I?"

"A little bit." You gave him a playfull smile. "I could feel you staring at me like a creep, and I couldn't focus."

He placed the cup back on the table, chuckling awkwardly. "Sorry."

You rolled your eyes, smiling and started typing on your computer again. "Next time when you stare at some random girl, don't make it that obvious or scary."

He chuckled quietly, shaking his head. David wanted to keep the conversation going, but also didn't want too sound pushy or needy. You intrigued him, and he couldn't just let you slip past his fingers. "Thanks for the advice."

You gave him a quick wink and kept writing. Despite your comments, Loki kept staring at you. There was something about you that was different, unique. Something that intrigued him.

He decided to take another shot, and kept talking, even if it was something that would make you annoyed again. "I've never seen you here before."

"Because I've never been here before." You stopped typing, and looked at him again.

"You just moved in?"

"You are trying so hard, aren't you?" You closed your computer.

"Isn't what people do when they are interested in someone?" He gave you a cheeky grin.

"What if I told you that I have a boyfriend?" You returned the grin.

He shrugged softly. "I don't know, you have one?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

⭑⭒⭒

"You were playing so hard to get, y/n, that's all I can remember." He said suddenly, getting you out of your thoughts.

"You were creepy."

"I was just showing interest in you." He put his arm around you, and pulled you closer.

"In a very creepy way." You smiled, laying your head on his chest.

"What exactly was creepy in my behavior?"

"The way you were staring at me, almost all the damn time."

David couldn't help but chuckle. "But in the end, you agreed for a coffee with me, don't you?" He smiled gently as you looked up at him.

"I think in the end, you intrigued me too."

⭑⭒⭒

"What do you think?" You leaned in your seat.

"If you had someone, you wouldn't talk to me."

"Smart."

"I think there's only one way to find out." He started, and you raised your eyebrow. "Would you go out for a coffee with me sometime?"

You smiled gently, he returned a smile. "When?"

"Same place at 8 tomorrow? I can pick you up."

"You are very forward, aren't you?" You stood up from your seat, and packed the device into your bag. "I will get here by myself, but thank you."

"As you wish then."

You took a few steps towards him and held your hand out. "It was nice to meet you..."

His eyes sparkled a bit, unnoticeable for you to see.

"David, David Loki." His hand squeezed yours.

"Y/n L/n."

"It was also nice to meet you, y/n."

⭑⭒⭒

"I hated the coffee you bought for me the next day." You blurred out suddenly, chuckling.

He sighed, rolling his eyes playfully.

"But I had a very nice time, you know?" You looked up at him. "I'm really glad that you tried to keep the conversation going."

"I'm very glad about that too." He leaned softly to kiss your forehead.

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missuswalker · 6 months ago

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charliehoennam · 3 months ago

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(his) birthday girl

a/n: i know this is super late but i really wanted to do something sweet for you on your b-day. happy birthday, babes! @sizzlingcloudmentality

pairing: david loki x f!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, language, implied family conflict

SHARING IS CARING, REBLOG IF YOU LIKE IT

The growing wetness building between your thighs stirs you. Arousal arches your spine and spreads your legs before you can even manage to open your eyes.

Behind the curtains, you take quick notice of the dark sky outside and assume it must be early morning. You can't be sure, especially since you can't even concentrate on anything else.

The covers feel too hot against your burning skin. You push them back to reveal your boyfriend's face between your legs, the cause of your pleasant awakening.

David smirks proudly for having woken you up. It was a hard decision to make, but he wanted to make sure your special day started off right.

Taking in your unique and intoxicating scent, he moans lapping at your puffy lips. His tongue slides into your sopping entrance, delving hungrily to gather every drop of your sweet nectar.

The feeling of his slipping tongue has your back arching off the mattress and toes curling against his broad back.

He watches you squirm and push your t-shirt up, admiring your breasts as your hands grope and knead at them. His hands squeeze at the thighs wrapped around his head as he listens to your whimpers echoing in the silence of your bedroom.

He is relentless with the movement of his head, following your grinding hips. His nose purposely nudges your hardened bundle of nerves as he relishes in your scent.

You whisper his name and it's enough to have him rutting his throbbing cock against the mattress, so desperate for friction.

He slowly plunges a finger into your wetness, pushing and pulling in and out of you to work you even closer to the edge, adding another one and another one until he's got at least three in your sobbing pussy.

The ungodly squelching echoes like a symphony to his ears. You almost feel embarrassed about how wet you are until you hear him say how much he adores getting you so wet, that the sheets will have to be changed, and the mattress maybe even flipped.

It's the ultimate trophy for him. And although he cannot display it, he'll be smirking proudly the whole day to himself when he remembers.

Your walls tighten around his fingers, gushing out one orgasm after another. And despite your trembling body and overstimulated pussy, he shifts to kneel and sit on the back of his heels.

"You know what I want. Be good and soak the sheets, baby. I'll give you what you want."

Your knuckles turn white as they ball into the sheets. His fingers pump incessantly as David bares his teeth, fully dedicated to making you squirt.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, only to be released with a loud moan that you're almost sure could wake up your neighbors.

"Atta girl. So fucking messy for me huh? Just get so wet for me? Got this pussy crying for my dick?"

He chuckles urging every drop out of you.

"God, I fucking love this pussy" he pants quickly shoving his boxers down.

You lay a panting wet mess unable to focus on his words until his cock eases into your cunt.

"Take it easy, baby. Breathe," he reminds you with a hand on your cheek. "Want me to stop?"

"F-fuck no," you whimper bringing a shit eating grin to his face.

"This what you want?" He bottoms out, grinding his hairy groin against your delicate nub.

You squeeze around him and gasp at the feeling, nodding your head quickly.

"It's all yours, baby" he breathes heavily against your collarbone. "It's your birthday, 'member?"

In fairness, you can't even remember your own name right now. All you can do is hold the backs of your knees to let him hold himself up.

His cock drags in and out of you with a painstaking slow pace. It soothes you from the overstimulation, but it has him struggling to contain himself.

As the faint warm hues of sunlight begin to trickle in through the window, his lips capture yours in a ravenous kiss. You swallow his moan as your nails dig into his back, leaving red scratches on their way down to squeeze his ass, desperately pulling at his hips to get him as deep as you possibly can take him.

"Fuck me, Dave. Fill me up" you plead, and he doesn't waste a second.

It is your birthday and who is he to deny you of anything on your special day? Given the all-clear, his hips begin hammering against yours. Pants, wet slapping skin and the thudding headboard are all you can hear.

The ecstasy burns through your veins, building that familiar overwhelming orgasm again until your juices squirt out as your body convulses to the pleasure, forcing his cock out for a moment.

David praises you endlessly as he pushes himself in again, feelings every ridge of your walls tightening around his throbbing dick. His hands find yours and shoves them above your head, fingers intertwining with yours as you taste yourself on his lips again.

He groans and growls into your hungry mouth, filling the depth of your core with his hot load. Your legs lock around his hips to hold him in place.

He'd never leave if he had it his way, but there's a certain warmth that blooms in his chest every time you hug him with your legs like this. You're unwilling to let him go, and it fills him with the love he had only ever desired before.

Never belonging anywhere, you claim him as yours and he accepts it happily.

His kiss goes from hungry and sloppy to controlled tenderness. Your fingers thread through his hair, cradling the nape of his neck as he pulls his head up.

"Happy birthday, baby."

You laugh together, sharing a tender embrace in each other's arms as he tiredly rests his head in the crook of your neck.

You lay in bed for a while, commenting on each other's performance and enjoying your post-sex glow, cuddling each other until the alarm clock on your phone buzzes, unfortunately reminding you that you still have to work today.

While David grabs fresh linens from the closet, you clean up and gather the wet sheets which David takes to the laundry bin.

Your routine goes as always.

You share a quick shower that ends up with a quickie. David makes the coffee and breakfast as you get ready for work. He joins you in the bathroom for his morning shave and to gel his hair. You get dressed in your bedroom as you chat about the day's events before sharing breakfast together.

This is his favorite part of the day; spending these little moments with you.

You scrubbing that one spot on his back that he can't reach. Helping him shave around his sideburns, so one isn't cut higher than the other. Plucking the few hairs between his eyebrows because he can never get the hairs out on the first or second tugs without pinching his skin. Making you laugh while you brush your teeth. Catching himself staring at you while you do your makeup.

These are the moments he craved when he was younger, growing up alone.

It's not just about loving and being loved. It's the companionship. It's the presence and looking forward to that presence, trusting you to be there. You care for him in a way no one ever really has; in a way he never knew someone could and, for that, he’s learned to deposit the utmost trust in you.

Although it is your birthday, no one is more thankful for your existence than David is.

He proves this by making sure, weeks in advanced, to shave a couple hours from his shift. He makes sure your favorite flowers are ready to be delivered at your workplace and large enough to make everyone green with envy. He’ll try to take you out for lunch if his schedule allows it. But even if it doesn’t, you can bet he’ll be waiting out in the parking lot to take you out to dinner at your favorite restaurant.

He goes out of his way to make your one and only day extra special and he can only prat that the only thing that ends up putting a damper on your special day doesn’t interfere as it has in the past: your family.

They somehow always manage to make it about themselves and end your day on a sour note.

This year was going to be different. David has his heart set on not letting anyone ruin your special day.

Your birthday happened to land on a Friday and David couldn’t pass the opportunity up to make the ultimate surprise.

He shows up as you are clocking out for the weekend and waits by his state issued car anxiously fidgeting with a blindfold in hand.

“Whatcha got there?” you chuckle smiling at him.

The way you light up at the sight of him doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

“I got a surprise for you.”

You’re more than thrilled at the surprise, and you figure he’d be taking you to your new favorite restaurant.

What you aren’t expected is to be sat in the car for nearly an hour later.

Your shared home wasn’t far from work, and neither was the new restaurant, so by now, you’ve come to the conclusion that neither of those places are your destination.

Although you trust David more than anyone in the world, the turns and potholes that you use to try and map out your location aren’t enough to stop the curiosity and excitement that bubble in your stomach.

Questioning him is no use since he doesn’t budge a bit. All he tells you is that you’ll see when you get there, that you’ll love the surprise he has in store or that you’re almost there.

You have no other choice but to squirm anxiously in the passenger seat, trying to focus on the music he had put on to keep you entertained.

Your excitement radiates from your seat, pulling a chuckle and a warm smile from your boyfriend when you feel the car roll to a stop over crackling gravel.

"Are we here?! Can I take this off now?"

"We are here, yeah. Go ahead, sweetheart."

As your hands quickly rise to remove your blindfold, David smirks leaning against the car door with his thumb knuckle between his teeth waiting excitedly to see how you react to his surprise.

You freeze speechless as your vision adjust to the sight beyond the windshield.

A cozy wooden cabin sits peacefully perched among a sea of tall autumn-colored trees. Just behind it lies a dark lake as its lapping ripples echo faintly, mirroring the shades of warm dusk on its surface.

"I know your birthday is always a little tough to get through because of your family. I figured we could just get away for a couple days, so we don't give them an opportunity to ruin it."

Your heart swells with the warmth of a thousand suns as you unbuckle your seatbelt to quickly climb out of the car. David follows you out, eyes blinking hard.

“D-do you like it?”

“Are you kidding me? I fucking love it!” you squeal hugging him tightly. “Wait, what about clothes? I didn’t bring any.”

“I packed us a bag. Not that we’re gonna much of it.”

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inknopewetrust · 2 months ago

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈.

𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 [𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬]

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 | 𝟎𝟏 | 𝟎𝟐 | 𝟎𝟑 | 𝟎𝟒 | 𝟎𝟓 | 𝟎𝟔 | 𝟎𝟕 | 𝟎𝟖

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚��𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 [𝟏𝟖+].

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭.

𝐀 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐀 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞

𝐒𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 “𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮” 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲—𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬

𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 [𝟏𝟔+].

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤 [𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲… 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞

𝐀𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐄𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒.𝐇.𝐈.𝐄.𝐋.𝐃 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 [𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐚𝐰]

𝐓𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫? 𝐈𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭.

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madsthedanishdream · 4 months ago

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We don't need a couch for this

Detective David Loki x Reader Pure fluff & smut 18+!!! Summary: you and David have just moved in together. TW: none that I can think of. Word count: 1600s. Notes: This is the first fic I'm posting on tumblr, so please be gentle! I just wanted to share my love of David with you all, as well as to give him some joy, as he definitely deserves that & so much more! Do let me know in comments if you like it & any suggestions you can think of!

Soft rain patters against the porch roof as you open the front door and step inside your new home. It smells unfamiliar, unlived-in. The space itself is unrecognisable from when you and your boyfriend came to view it, cluttered as it is with boxes piled high on top of one another, some already torn open and spilling forth items from your previous life. Your single life.

You smile, remembering how embarrassed you were when it turned out that you had nearly three times as many things as David; if he wanted to, he could fit all his belongings into a couple of suitcases. He could have simply moved in with you to your former apartment, but you both wanted a fresh start, a place the two of you had chosen together.

Mostly unfurnished, this house is yet to feel like home. Remembering there’s no cabinet to leave your keys on, you slide them into the pocket of your jeans and kick off your shoes. You stretch, pleasantly fatigued with the excitement of the past few weeks.

House-hunting with David wasn’t the smoothest of experiences, considering his hectic schedule and frequent, unplanned absences. Since you generally worked from home, the task of browsing through the listings and calling the estate agents had fallen largely on to you. Not that you minded; in fact, you quite enjoyed the whole process. Showing the houses you liked the most to David in the evening, settling on the ones you both preferred, arranging viewings for the weekend hoping he wouldn’t be the one detective on call on those particular days. It was nice, if only for the sweet and thrilling anticipation of the two of you getting this much closer. Getting this serious.

David isn’t the easiest person to get along with. He can be perfectly pleasant with strangers – unless they happen to be his suspects, of course. But he’s guarded, accustomed to holding his inner life close to his chest. The thought tugs at something inside you, and you find yourself smiling again. Even if he hadn’t told you, you’d still know that you were the only human being he ever revealed his true self to.

You treasure it as much as you treasure the memory of your first kiss.

There’s no couch, you haven’t bought it yet, but there’s the old easy chair you’ve been carrying with you to every place you’ve ever rented, and so you curl up in it, too tired to get on with unpacking, lulled almost immediately to sleep by the drumming rain.

Darkness has already fallen when the scrape of David’s key in the look awakens you. You smooth your hair and adjust your shirt, rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes. At first, all you see is his silhouette, his wide shoulders clad in his baggy overcoat. He takes it off and hangs it by the door.

‘Ah, shit,’ he hisses, stumbling into one of the boxes and sending it falling to the floor. He uses the screen of his phone to illuminate his surroundings.

‘Hey,’ you say, climbing to your feet and groping your way towards him.

‘Hey baby.’ You can hear the smile in his voice as his arms wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to him. You brush the tip of your nose against his neck, inhaling the smell of his skin, and kiss his tattoo half-hidden by the collar of his shirt.

‘I missed you so much, David.’

He tightens his grip. ‘I missed you too.’ He plants a kiss on top of your head. It seems like the two of you are swaying gently to your own secret rhythm. There’s only the darkness, the smell of David’s cologne, that small bottle you bought him a couple of months ago as a surprise gift for no occasion. There’s the strangely sad scent of rain coming off his slicked-back hair, and the steady beating of his heart, and the warmth of his firm embrace. You feel as if you’re about to fall back to sleep, right here, right now.

‘You’re tired.’ He’s stroking your back, his movements careful, almost hypnotic.

You shake your head. In the meagre light of the streetlamp coming from somewhere outside, flowing through the uncurtained windows of your living-room-to-be, his beautiful big eyes are a dark, stormy blue. It never ceases to amaze you how long and fluffy his eyelashes are. Pale silver dots are sprinkled throughout his dark stubble. He’s a 33-year-old man, after all. A soft smile is playing on his lips as you give his sides a gentle squeeze before removing his jacket. Your palms glide up and down his biceps hugged tightly by the soft grey fabric of his shirt. They’re so well-defined. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his white tank top underneath, as well as his necklace, you take a step back to admire the outlines of David’s physique. His lips find yours again, they’re too hungry, too needy, and the kisses grow sloppy, and the sensation of his moist, warm tongue entering and exploring your mouth is simply divine. His heartbeat accelerates, and his movements are much more demanding now. The thick hair growing on his arms feels so nice under your fingertips, a little coarse but somehow still smooth.

You sense his raw, burning need in the way he grips you, in how he leaves a trail of wet kisses and soft bites along the slope of your neck and your exposed collarbone.

‘Fuck,’ he breathes when your fingers move down to squeeze his hardening dick.

‘I don’t think we need a couch for this,’ you grin into his parted lips.

‘No,’ he shakes his head, removing your shirt with admirable swiftness. ‘We don’t.’

He gets rid of his gun and his taser, placing them carefully on top of the nearest box along with his pair of handcuffs and his badge. He lays you onto the messy pile of clothes you’d just shed onto the floor. Leaning over you, David pauses to admire the sight of you as you wait for his touch. This moment is so perfect for him, suspended between him ripping off the last item of clothing which separates the two of you, and the still-unfamiliar sensation of his sensitive tip pressing against your warm and needy core. His hairy chest is heaving, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, the blue veins standing out on his neck. His small, pink nipples are hard and sensitive, awaiting your caress. You squeeze them between the soft pads of your fingers, making David open his mouth and moan. You rake your fingers through his brown locks stiff with whatever it is he uses to sculpt his hair into his customarily immaculate hairdo. You pull at the roots, stroking your way down towards the plush areas at the sides of his head where the hair is much shorter.

‘I want you,’ you whisper. ‘All of you.’ Your fingers stroke their way to his hairy abdomen, and then right down to his cock. His pulse echoes through your fingers. His cock is hard and strong, but also silky and tender. Roped with veins. It pulses in your palm, and as you give it a couple of gentle tugs, David’s lashes tremble, and his mouth falls open with a guttural moan.

‘You have all of me, kitten,’ he mumbles, pressing another hungry kiss to your lips. He bites the tender flesh of your lower lip, your tongue, the thin skin of where your pulse is beating inside your neck. He’s devouring you, and you couldn’t be happier.

You revel in the sensation of his deft tongue following the direction of the veins along your throat. David’s caressing your breasts, his tongue circling your hardened nipples. You feel David’s cock twitch greedily against you, and you spread your legs wider, prepared to take him in, desperate to become one with him. His warm, wet tip glides up and down, rubbing against your clit, awakening something primal, making you arch your back as you are consumed with bittersweet, painfully pleasant sensations. His hand guides his cock as you arch your back, struggling to accept the entire length of him all at once. His breathing is heavy as he reluctantly pauses to let the both of you get accustomed to the head-spinning sensation.

And then David begins to move. It feels amazing, it feels like heaven. His length and girth are stretching you, and it would be painful, perhaps, if not for David’s care and consideration. He watches you, blinking, watches every twitch of your expression, listens out to each and every of your sighs. His fingers entwine with yours.

‘Fuck, this feels so good, baby.’ He thrusts deeper, harder, his temples and his chest beaded with sweat. ‘You’re alright?’ he pants into your neck, his hips bucking as he approaches – and tries very hard to delay – his orgasm. Your walls spasm deliciously around him. He whispers your name, again and again, and then a guttural, feral growl escapes David’s lips as he feels himself slipping away, yielding to the all-consuming pleasure. He spills into you, thrusting so deep it almost hurts. You welcome this sweet pain.

‘I love you so much, David,’ you pant, covering his stubbly cheeks, his eyelids, his bushy brows, his damp, veiny neck with kisses. ‘I love you so much it almost hurts me.’

He buries his smile in your neck. ‘I love you too, kitten,’ he murmurs.

‘Still, we should buy a couch,’ you chuckle.

‘Fuck, we definitely should,’ David agrees, throwing the damp brown locks off his forehead.

‘A fold-out one.’

‘Oh yes.’

This is the start of your new life. Finally, and for ever, together.

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hi!!! i love ur past work for david loki and i was wondering if you could maybe do a kinda part 2 of the sunshine/grumpy trope? maybe where he gets jealous w smut? teehee thank you, you write him soso well!!

Too Sweet? Part 2

Part 1 - Too Sweet

First of all, thank you Anon💘 sorry this took so long (blame writers block🙈) but I hope you enjoy this!!

Pairing: David Loki x f/reader

Warnings 18+!!: Kinda toxic behaviour, jealousy, smut, rough sex, degrading, penetrating sex, unprotected, make up sex, aftercare

The tension that occurred within the small apartment was enough to reach out and choke a man to death. Enough to stab a man in the back and proceed to laugh in his face.

You and David had been seeing each other ever since that night you forced yourself to knock on his door and confess your excruciatingly obvious feelings. It was odd, there was no label but it was more than just sex. There was an element of care. That was until you had gotten in a small stupid fight, a very conventional normal one that happens between a couple. Yet unfortunately with David, this couldn’t be a small conventional fight. To him it was an illuminated warning sign that wouldn’t stop flashing red. To him this was a sign that your sweetness was incompatible with his damaged self, so as a result he called everything off.

“Are you fucking serious right now Loki? Because we had one stupid fight you don’t want to see me anymore? Are fucking kidding me.”

You huff out in frustration, confusion, a feeling of betrayal? Running your hand through your hair and your brows furrowed, you waited for him to turn his back from you, to look at you in the eyes and explain. The smudged mascara still sat below your lash line from the tears that occurred from the fight previous.

With his back still turned, he wiped a hand over his face “Look. This isn’t going to work. Alright. We had some fun and now it’s over. No big deal.”

His voice monotone as he gives you practically nothing to work with.

A baffled scoff leaves your mouth as he so carelessly dismisses you. Your mouth agape as your head tries to make sense of this shitty situation. “You know what , fine Loki. If that’s all this means to you. Fuck you.”

You grab your bag whilst muttering to yourself “fucking asshole” and stormed out of his apartment, slamming the door on your way out.

Once you had gone Loki picked up a whiskey glass from the side of the dimly lit kitchen and hurled it across the room, the liquor spilling from it with almost just as much aggression and angry as the man who threw it.

He didn’t know why he had done it, not really. Not the fact that his whiskey glass was now shattered to pieces, but he didn’t fully understand his reasoning for pushing you away after a slight disagreement. Maybe it was your tears that did it for it, but that’s seemed like a weak excuse. Or because he could hurt you? Bullshit. He was a detective for god sakes, yet he couldn’t fully rationalise his own decisions and reasonings. It was bordering on pathetic.

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It was the next day and you still showed up to work, whilst your kind of ‘boyfriend/colleague you were fucking and had some sort of emotional need for’ had brushed you off so casually last night, you still walked into work, looking great with a smile on your face.

Sure you were generally a sweet kind caring person who brings coffee and a warm smile to people in the morning, you also however hate to be fucked over. And to be honest, you felt pretty fucked over. There was no way you were going loose yourself over it though, no there was a far better way. Jealousy.

Look you’re a detective, you knew full well Loki hadn’t done what he did from a loss of attraction, but you did notice that Loki was pretty possessive, which seemed like it came from a place of pride. So you putting on a daring yet so blatantly overt outfit, a subtle but gorgeous makeup look, and wearing a perfume that got you quite a few compliments, was clearly the move forwards.

Swaying into the office, coffee in hand for the other workers of course, you stand at the front desk. “Hey Keith, coffee” placing it down on the desk with a sweet smile.

The bald headed man thanked you and returned the same simplistic grin of gratitude.

You could feel the eyes in the room shift to you, especially since Loki had come in to work in a a foul mood, and here you were, bright as a summers day. Loki and you were never fully official or anything but the rumours spread around the office pretty quick. So when you two came in with completely contrasting moods, it gained you more attention than usual.

You quickly made you way to one of your colleagues whom you chatted to semi regularly. He was nice enough, the same age as you too. Many people had made jokey comments about how you two would make a cute couple and it was slightly obvious he was attracted to you. Physically, sure he was good looking, but lord didn’t he know it. He was the type of guy to be so self indulgent and not even realise it. But he wasn’t all bad. He was always nice to you and tried his best to get you involved in conversation, even if it was just to have an excuse to ask you out for drinks every other night. Almost every time you would refuse, being drowned in work and then drowned in Lokis sheets. Not anymore though.

Leaning against your colleagues desk, which happen to be in the room directly opposite where Loki’s was. You greeted him with a smile whilst twirling your finger in your hair subtly.

“Hey Ryan, how’s it going?”

Your colleague’s usual cocky demeanour had taken a back seat and he looked slight nervous to talk to you, the smell of your perfume illuminated the air as he tried to build up his own confidence and play it cool.

“Hey. Good. Yeah I’m good, and you?” He let out a small cough after and searched your eyes eagerly for approval whilst still trying to keep his nonchalant act up.

Amused by this, you let out a grin that stretched wide across your face. “Yeah I’m doing pretty good thanks.” You touch his forearm gently “So I was wonder if you could do me a favour?”

He squinted his eyes playfully, questioning what you could possible need from him. “Hmmm, go on.”

A small giggle left your lips before continuing “Okay well if we’re being honest, I’m looking at a case and I need fresh eyes.” Motioning to him as a smug grin pulls at his lips, you continue. “And of course you’re pretty incredible at your job.” You cringe at the words coming from your mouth and Ryan nods his head obnoxiously, matching the playful awkwardness of your flattery.

He chuckles but finally accepts.

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Meanwhile, David had his nose buried in some papers all morning. He had been ignoring or bitterly snapping at anyone he came in contact with. The distant sounds of chuckles make him lift his eyes from the papers in front of him and in the direction of the noise, through the big glass windows.

His already furrowed brows furrow even further when he sees you leaning against another detectives desk, touching his arm, laughing with him. Irritation immediately started to possess him. Why on earth were you that close to him?

Loki thought the guy you were laughing with was a fucking idiot. He could never take to him. Loki was some what of a mentor to him but he always found him to be a cocky jackass. It also didn’t help that one, it has been not even 24 hours since you had stormed out of his apartment. All the emotions and words were still fresh. And two, everyone in the office used to talk about how you two would make a cute couple. It was bizarre to Loki how anyone could see a stuck up asshole like him being with you, an absolute sweetheart.

What the fuck were you playing at?

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Take out boxes sat on the desks as you continued to possess a huge smirk on your face. For lunch, you and Ryan had gotten food from yours and Lokis usual favourite lunch spot. You made sure the bag stayed on the table, so Loki would see it.

Ryan loomed over your shoulder whilst reading some case files and giving his opinions.

You didn’t need them. His opinions were pretty futile to you. You did feel slightly guilty for using him as a pawn, but he was a fuck boy who was always trying to get you in his bed, so fair game I guess.

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Loki had seen. This only further pissed him off. Not even 24 hours later and you were sharing his favourite sandwich shop with some cocky kid who was dying to fuck you. He just couldn’t believe you were acting like this, hanging out with that asshole you’d called a creep before, this was not his sweet girl.

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Most people had gone home, aside from a few others, you and Ryan included. You knew that Loki would still be here. That’s the only reason you’d asked Ryan to say behind with you. He was usually one of the first to be out of the office in seconds. Loki use to bitch about it when Ryan first started, as Loki was the one who was supposed to supervise him.

You and Ryan had decided to take a break and he offered to go grab you guys some coffee.

As he stood with two coffees in hand, he was talking to another colleague around the same age as him.

Loki cursed to himself quietly as he walked into the room to also grab himself a coffee. As the coffee machine started, he could hear the conversation happening between the two men.

“Yeah man I’m not kidding. She wants to fuck me so bad it’s obvious. She came up to me this morning and was all like-“ He started to imitate an exaggerated impression of you pertaining to something sexual, catching Lokis ear intently.

Laughing obnoxious the other man chimed in “Dude you should just bone her on the desk at this point.”

If Loki bit his tongue any harder it would cut straight off. Fury overcame him at the sheer audacity of them to speak about you in such a way.

Turing around he interrupted the two younger guys conversation.

“Do you think that’s how we’re supposed to talk about women here? Do you think that’s how a fucking man speaks about his own colleague?”

Embarrassing and guilt immediately washed over the guys as they both fell silent.

Loki looked between the two of them, completely over todays antics. You acting like Ryan was suddenly Marlon Brando or something and Ryan thinking he was fucking Marlon Brando.

“Hey, take a hike. Go home.”

Ryan scoffs but complies sheepishly. Loki did have some authority over him, and to be honest after being caught he did just kind of want to go home. Anything would be better than chocking on the thick irritable air that surrounded Loki.

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Now that your fun was over after Ryan left, you’d decided to head out. You descending from the tall building into the cool night breeze. The streets were pretty busy with it being a Friday night. As you walked to your car, the sounds of footsteps and a man’s voice could be heard behind you. “Excuse me, Miss? Miss? Sorry mam?”

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Loki followed you out shortly after, leaving the building to the night air and lights. Until he sees you a little ways down the street. It’s hard to see but it’s clearly you and some other random guy. As he watched a little harder, he saw you writing something on a piece of paper and hand it to the man.

He actually couldn’t believe it. How had you gone from his sweet perfect girl to some sort of whore within a couple of hours. The rage he felt today only built even further. You flirt with some sleeze all day, and then you give out your number to some random after 2 minutes. He knew this was probably you trying to punish him but what the fuck?

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“Excuse me mam? I’m so sorry to bother you but I saw your bag and I was just wondering what the name of it was, please?”

You looked at him slightly confused, but he caught the expression and immediately explained. “Its my wife’s birthday in a week and I think she’d really love this purse. Would you be able to give me the name please?”

You eagerly engaged with the man, thinking it was sweet and thoughtful. “Oh yeah of course! I’ll write down the name and the website for you.”

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Ten minutes after you’d gotten home, an aggressive knock loudly vibrated through your apartment. Running to the door to check through the peephole, you let out a breath as you saw Loki and not some axe murder.

You open the door quickly “Loki, what the fuck? I thought you were some sort of creep or psycho.” You were clearly pissed, your arms crossed over your chest.

He let out an amused yet irritated huff, “yeah, you’d probably try to fuck me either way.”

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are, huh? You throw me out and come to my door and-“

The sounds of scoffs interrupted you “I didn’t throw you out, it wasn’t like that”

Amused by his audacity, you laugh and roll your eyes “Oh sure Loki.”

The bickering continued between the two of you, neither one of you are able to get a word in as you both childishly shout at each other

“I saw you, drooling all over that fuck bag, who was saying some pretty disgusting shit about you by the way”

You were no on longer shouting over him, but just silently listening. You dipped your head down avoiding his eyes. Todays antics started to feel quite shameful. You were hurt. Playing pretend and making Loki jealousy all day was just a cover up really.

He stepped in closer and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His voice became low, the anger still present in his throat as his face was so close to yours “Only I can think those thoughts about you.”

The aggression made your legs squeeze together. His possessive eyes bored into yours.

Next thing you new he was all over you, he had you up against your apartment wall, eagerly nipping at you neck. You whined and snaked your fingers to his hair, making his groan lowly.

You finally made it to your bedroom, where he practically threw you on to the bed, immediately wasting no time in pulling your clothes off.

Just as you were down to your bra and panties, your phone on the nightstand started to call.

Loki stopped what he was doing and looked up at you.

Your heart beat was rapid in your ear, from the intensity of the close proximity, and also the fact that the interruption of the phone call was something Loki wasn’t going to let go of.

“Forget it, let it ring.” You huffed at quietly, your voice breathy.

He was already reaching for it before you had finished your sentence. Sliding up the bed, you rested your back against the pillows as he held the phone up to your face.

The screen showed that it was Ryan trying to call you. You just stared at Loki, not sure what to say. It wasn’t like you’d actually done anything with him.

Before you could say anything , Lokis’ hand had pushed your panties to the side and his thumb was rubbing your clit. In his other hand, the vibrating phone remained.

A small moan left your lips at the contact, which soon turned into a gasp of concern as Loki accepted the call.

He continued to rub your clit, increasing the speed as you tried to remain quiet.

Ryan’s voice started to play out from the phone “Hey (y,n) you there?”

You tried your hardest not to whimper as Loki pressed two fingers into your entrance.

It had been silent on your end of the call whilst Ryan still tried to see if you were there.

Loki brought the phone up to his ear, still thrusting his fingers into you, keeping his eyes on your face as you tried to hold back your moans.

“Hey sorry man, she’s a bit busy right now.”

Before Ryan could respond Loki had already put the phone down and was now ripping off your panties

“Thinking he can touch you, fucking scumbag.”

“Fuck Loki” you hummed out after suppressing your shallow moans. As he leaned back to take off his shirt you sat up, eagerly unzipping his pants

“Yes, say my name sweetheart” he whispered into your ear shallowly whilst gripping your hair.

The ache between your legs was started to become unbearable, you practically consumed him as you brought your lips together with such an intense desperation.

He pushed your shoulders so you were flat on your back, putting his two large palms on your knees and eagerly opening your legs.

Before you knew it Loki was inside of you, the stretch making you whine and thrust your fingers through his hair tightly.

His hips moved quickly and deeply, he was showing you exactly who you belonged to. As his thrusts became harder he took your nipple into his mouth, first swirling his tongue around it and then nipping.

“Fuck Loki, I’m think I’m gonna-“

Before your could finish your sentence Lokis mouth was off you and his thrust stopped completely. “Did I tell you you can cum? Hm?”

“Please Loki. Please I need you so bad!”

He laughed at your pathetic whimpering and quickly turned you on your front. Your wrists found themselves against your back with Loki’s hand holding them tightly.

Entering you again he moaned at the feeling of your cunt, slamming hard into you again. The sound of moans and skin slapping was the only thing that could be heard in your apartment.

Still thrusting into you, Loki got close to your ear “Whose the only person who can fuck you this good?”

Whining you answer “You, Loki. Fuck only you.”

As you answers Loki had snuck his fingers to your clit and started to rub harshly. “Good. Now be a good fucking slut and cum for me.”

The minute your ears heard those words you were coming apart for Loki. As you came on his cock, Loki shortly followed, grunting out praises.

After your highs Loki had falling on top of your back, pecking kisses along your shoulder blades.

Pulling out, he turned you on your back so you were face to face with him. “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded and smiled up at him.

Brushing your hair behind your ear he began to speak “Look, y,n. I’m sorry, about yesterday I-“

Knowing that Loki was bad with his words you cut him off by shushing him. “Hey, it’s okay. Just talk to me next time.”

He didn’t response but there was a mutual understanding between the two of you.

A second later he was up and went to the bathroom, cleaning himself up and grabbing you a warm wet flannel. He gently opened your legs and wiped you down.

The room was mostly dark apart from a small street lamp eliminating your room. You lit a candle and turned to Loki who was leant against your headboard. He tapped the space next to him on the bed and you crawled up next to him, his arm caging you into his side.

The room had a comfortable silence until Loki began to speak. “So. Um who was that guy you gave your number to?”

A puzzled look spread across your face. Loki’s eyes stuck to your face like glue. Some jealousy and hurt still remaining.

You started to giggle, finally figuring out what he was talking about.

“What’s so funny?” Loki asked slightly offended.

“Baby, I wasn’t giving out my number. The guy liked my bag. He wanted to get one for his wife so I wrote down the name and website.”

That could have been a bare faced lie, but Loki believed you. Embarrassing now consuming him as you giggled. “Oh.”

“Yeah”

You stayed wrapped up in each others arms all night, the feeling of each other breathing becoming like a lullaby.

Ahh thank you for this request, I had so much fun writing it!! Also not proof read, hehe. 💘

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