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ichorai · 11 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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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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charliehoennam · 9 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."

#david loki x reader #david loki x y/n #david loki x you #jake gyllenhaal #detective loki #detective david loki #detective loki x reader #detective loki smut #david loki prisoners

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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

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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 · 11 months ago

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Masterlist:

Lost to the Skies: Bob Floyd x Reader Mini Series

• Part 1

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

• Part 3

• Part 4

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chadillacboseman · 6 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."

#david loki x reader #detective loki x reader #this is rough babes but like i said #jake gyllenhaal #detective loki #david loki

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jennaajoseph · 7 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.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ﹙©jennaajoseph﹚

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 · 7 months ago

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gwiyeounsonyeon · 7 months ago

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May Writing Challenge Day 17, 18!

Pairing: Detective Loki x Male Reader Summary: A conversation with your partner Words: 600/200 Warnings: mention of an old lady calling you a girl, use of Y/N once Notes: I'm not feeling very :) today

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“You should’ve let me buy drinks.” You pout down at your coffee, it was lukewarm and tasted vaguely of plastic and was very unpleasant to drink. “Why? The shit they have at the station is just fine.” You look over at David and gawk – “Just fine? Are you crazy?” He huffs and shakes his head, chewing thoughtfully on the toothpick in his mouth. “No, seriously.” You set your cup of very disgusting coffee in the free cup holder and remove your seatbelt so you can twist your body to face him. The click of your seatbelt draws his attention and David looks down at the pretensioner and back up at your face. Your gut fills with butterflies at his gaze but you ignore them and press on, “Did all that smoking kill your taste buds or something?” He shakes his head and huffs, a small smile working up on his face.

“Sit back in your seat.” You shake your head definitely, – “No.” – “Why not?” You cross your arms. “Because I want to get to the bottom of why you like this shit.” David looks back at you and shifts the toothpick over to the other side of his mouth, “You can do that while sitting in your seat.” – “I am in my seat.” David gives you a warning glare. “Not the right way. Now come on–” He reaches over and pushes on your shoulder firmly to try and get you back in your seat. The touch erupts a fire in your stomach, David was never one to be touchy and every time he did touch you it almost felt electric. You huff and sit back in your seat, he nods affirmingly and looks back out of the windshield.

You leave your seatbelt buckled behind your back as to not set the warning off, not wanting to give David another reason to kick you out and into the pouring rain. “Try this and tell me it's good” You hold out your cup of offensive coffee, he looks down at it with an eyebrow raised and takes a sip. You see the grimace on his face before he has time to hide it and – “Aha! See? It's bad.” – “It's bad, yeah.” He nods and sets your coffee back into the cupholder. After his agreement you both settle into a comfortable silence, “You know that old lady?” He looks over at you as you break the silence. “Which old lady, Y/N?” He sighs – “The one that moved in next to you.” He raises his brow at you and studies your face as if he's trying to predict where this might go.

“Every time I go over to your place she's always out on her rocking chair,” You reach over to turn the speed of his wipers up, as the rain comes down harder. “And every time she sees me she asks me the same question.” – “Which is?” You look over at David from the windshield, he doesn't look amused at all, but he never looks amused. “She always asks if I'm your wife.” David snorts and shakes his head, “That's not real.” You nod enthusiastically, “Oh, it so is. She calls me a pretty young lady and everything.” He shakes his head again and puts the car in drive. “You’re lying to me, and you wanna know how I know?” – “Yeah? How?” He grins and your heart starts beating faster. “Cause you’d make one ugly woman.” You guffaw and scoff dramatically, “You are so mean to me David.” You aren't really mad, you find it hard to be when he's chuckling like that.

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rebelliousstories · 1 year ago

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The Secret to a Good Relationship

Relationship: David Loki x Reader

Fandom: Prisoners

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 1,564

Masterlist: Here

Jake Gyllenhaal & Co. Masterlist: Here

Summary: Everyone always says that the secret to a good relationship is communication. Now to see if you can teach an old dog new tricks.

This case was something different. Child cases were always the toughest for law enforcement and Loki took everything to heart. He made it his life’s work to find these children and bring them home safely. He made sure to be there for them when no one else was. however in devoting his entire life and being into these cases, other aspects fall short. Eating, sleeping, even relationships.

Dating was tough in general. Learning how to cohabitate with another person, love them unconditionally, and build a life together; it was a lot of work. That didn’t mean that it wasn’t worth the effort, but it sure was a lot. Dating anyone in law enforcement was even more difficult. The long and ever changing schedule, the toll of the work on their lives, but they made it work. At the end of the day, they always made it work.

But when you’re going on week two of interrogations, interviews, and patrols, it makes it very difficult to keep up with things that aren’t necessary for survival. David slips out of bed early in the morning, well before the sun has thought about waking up, to get ready for the day. He’s not chronically addicted to coffee like his colleagues but his second cup comes around lunch if he’s just doing paperwork for the day. By the time he’s “done” for the day, i.e. the captain told him to go home, he was itching for his third cup of coffee of the day. But he held off until he went home, deciding then if he wanted another one.

Then it was straight to the shower, then the bed, hoping he’d actually be able to sleep. David was lucky if he got a couple hours during these cases. Endless facts, theories, evidence, and crime scene photos playing on an endless loop in his head. It plagued his waking hours, and infected his dreams, if you could even call them that.

But nothing drained him more than being away from her. His rock. His shelter from the storm in his work and head. His partner. Cases like this required all of his attention, meaning he didn’t have the self preservation skills like eating in his head, much less keeping up with his girl. But he tried, in some way. Holding her when she was already fast asleep when he finally dragged his body to bed. Kissing her forehead and slipping out so as to make sure she gets as much rest as possible. Even fixing her a cup of coffee just how she likes it, and keeping it in her favorite temperature controlled tumbler so it’s perfect when she does wake. Other than that? They hadn’t really spoken the past couple of weeks.

Another day. Another lead. Another interrogation. Another dead end. Loki threw himself into his work the second he arrived, desperately trying to finish this case. He knew he had the guilty man in custody, now it was a matter of proving it. But the evidence was all circumstantial. He’d never make it stick which left him feeling even worse than he had been. It had been a grueling fourteen hour day for him when he finally called it quits and came home. And there she was; waiting for him over the stove that smelled delicious. It was late for either one of them to be up and eating, but there was a routine. David made his way to the shower as he heard the sound of cooking coming from the kitchen. As he emerged, feeling better after the scalding shower, he watched as she plated their dinner.

“What are you doing up this late?” He questioned softly, watching the clock read 11:30. She shrugged and placed his plate down on his side of the table.

“Work ran late. I didn’t get home till ten.” David nodded, and tried to dig into his food. There was silence between them and it was anything but comfortable. He pushed his fork around his plate, but nothing actually made it to his lips. While his lover was quietly looking at her own plate and trying to get food in her stomach, Loki could not. His mind raced too much about the day he was trying desperately to forget.

“How was your day?” She asked in between mouthfuls of food. He quickly tried to place a bite in his to avoid answering, but he could not make his hand comply.

“Same old.” David answered quietly. His hand stilled at the side of his plate. The woman across the table from him noticed, and reached her hand across to rest on his but did not expect the reaction she got. David hand shot up as if he had been burned, and his plate was cast to the side, spilling the contents on the table and a little on the floor.

“I’m fine. Why does no one believe me when I say to listen to me?” He exclaimed, clenching the fork in his hand so tight his knuckled paled. Loki stormed off to their room in a flurry and shut the door loudly behind him, leaving his partner at the table, dumbfounded. She had never once seen him go off like that. He never liked to do it around her, preferring to keep that side of him far away from his lover. While David would never go into detail as to why, she had a sneaking feeling there was an abusive relationship he witnessed at a very young age that scarred him.

She took a deep breath in, and got to work. Waiting to see if any other noises sounded off from the bedroom, she worked to clean up the food from the floor and table. Placing the dishes in the sink with a little water in them, she figured that’s would be tomorrow’s task. Right now, she had a lover and detective to see. Again, listening for anything bing thrown or broken, all she was greeted with was silence. Silently pushing open the bedroom door, the sight broke her heart. David sat on the bed with red knuckles, disheveled hair, and the saddest expression she had seen on the man. A cautious step forward, but no response from the man in front of her. She sat on the bed, far enough away that she was not touching her partner, but close enough that she could if she wanted to. There was no response. No verbal acknowledgment. No visual cue. Nothing to indicate that he was even aware off her presence. That was, until, he began to lean over. Leaning closer and closer towards his lover until his head passed in front of her chest, and landed in her lap.

The angle was uncomfortable for him, but a quick readjustment ensured that he could have stayed there as long as he wanted. Almost as soon as he got settled, David felt his lover’s hands start to card through his hair and massage his scalp. No words were said as the lovers embraced each other.

“I’m sorry I lashed out.” A very quiet voice came from the man. It was uncharacteristically soft and fragile.

“I know.” A soft voice from above said plainly. Her hands did no cease there ministrations as the couple quietly conversed.

“Work has me so stressed lately and I don’t know how much longer I can take this.” No one interrupted the man on his speech. Just soft breaths and gentle hands.

“I wanna keep doing what I’m doing. I don’t wanna stop but its…” he tried to finish the sentence but no more words passed his lips.

“Do you want me to listen or give some advice?” She asked her lover that was in her lap. Two taps on her leg gave her all the answer she needed.

“First of all, the fact that you recognize the need for communication is important. I understand you are going to lash out from time to time, but always come back to me.’

“Secondly, you need a break. Not a day or two, but a true vacation. You haven’t had one ever and you need to relax a bit and get away from work. I know you don’t want to but if you keep going like this, you’ll put yourself in an early grave. And I can’t find anyone else like you, David Loki. So you can’t die on me.” She joked as she finished. She felt her lover crack a small, genuine smile at this and rolled over so he could see her face.

“How did I get so lucky?” He asked, mesmerized by the moonlight on her face.

“Because the universe knew you deserved someone nice.” Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to his forhead, which he relished in. Pulling him up, the couple quietly got ready for bed. Tucking themselves in their sides of the bed, Loki welcomed his lover into his arms as they laid there while he faintly registered the clock struck midnight.

“I don’t deserve you.” He whispered, tucking in a stray strand of hair.

“Yes you do.” She replied, just as softly. Meeting in the middle, the couple shared their final kiss for the day, and allowed themeselves to rest in the arms of their lover. Knowing that tomorrow, if it got too much, they would have someone reliable to come home to.

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inknopewetrust · 3 months ago

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬��𝐞 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 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 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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charliehoennam · 4 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.”

#david loki #david loki imagine #david loki prisoners #detective david loki #david loki x reader #david loki x y/n #david loki x you #prisoners #jake gyllenhaal

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davidlcki · 1 year ago

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BESTIE BEGGING ON MY KNEES we need more david loki x reader out here 😭😭 maybe some angst/comfort?? ILY

jealousy

i got two pretty similar requests so i kinda combined these into one! anywho i fucking LIVE for angst, so i had fun writing this! it’s not as angsty as some of the stuff i’ve written, but i hope this lives up to yalls expectations 🙏

pairing: detective david loki x reader

warnings: cussing, arguing, jealousy, drinking, david gets slapped. implied female reader, though it can be read as gn! i think that’s it 😁

summary: david is jealous of a new hire that’s been flirting with you at the precinct.

words: 1,313

“i’m just saying i don’t like you being all buddy buddy with him.” david’s words shot anger through your veins. he was talking about one of the new hires that you were tasked with showing around the precinct. you were only the receptionist, meaning you had the most spare time to show someone the ropes. you could tell the guy liked you, making a few jokes and letting his eyes linger on you a little longer than they should. this didn’t bother you a bit. you were so smitten with david that no other person would be able to tinge it in even the slightest, so you let it slide and continued on showing him around. in hindsight, you knew this argument was going to happen. you noticed the way david’s jaw clenched as you spoke to the other man, eyes boring holes into the back of his head from his desk, surely imagining a hundred ways to kill him.

“david. i was asked by o’malley to show him the ropes. what am i supposed to do? say no and lose my job?” david shakes his head at your words, sighing heavily.

“no. but you two seemed awful friendly.” his eyes snap over to yours from his place at the counter, a glass of whiskey in his hands.

“there’s nothing behind that. i treat him just like any other coworker. you need to get over this jealousy thing, D. don’t you trust me?” you shoot him a glare, annoyed that he was so untrusting of you. you watch as he downs the rest of his whiskey, slamming the glass down a little harder than he should have. he shakes his head in annoyance.

“he was flirting with you.”

“so what? i love you and only you. i’m not going to let some new hire’s shitty flirting change that.”

“you do this on purpose to mess with me, don’t you?” he scoffs, the slightest slur to his words. this is when you realized he was more drunk than you thought.

“jesus. you’re drunk. i’m not doing this with you while you’re fucking drunk.” you turn on your heel, walking from the kitchen. you were hurt. you knew he was the jealous type, but not like this. you hadn’t done more than show the new hire around and share maybe two laughs, but that was enough to send him over the edge. just as you stepped out of the living room and your feet make contact with the soft carpet from your living room, he spoke again.

“do you not love me anymore? that it?” this for you, was your breaking point. you weren’t thinking anymore as you turned and stormed back into the kitchen, getting face to face with loki who stood from his seat as you came over.

“how dare you?” your voice had a shake to it as you point a finger into his chest. “i would take a fucking bullet for you. god, your insecurities are taking over this relationship david! why cant you trust me like i trust you? half the women in the precinct drool over you every day. but see, i TRUST you. why not talk to me instead of drowning your feelings in fucking liquor first?” by the time you finished speaking you realized tears were coming down your cheeks in thick streams. you could tell what you had said got to david deep down, but you also knew how he was after a few drinks. stubborn as all hell. a few beats of silence pass before his brows furrow, eyes hardening ever so slightly, only something you could notice. you grit your teeth, knowing some bullshit was about to leave his lips.

“you gonna leave me over this now so you can go be with that new hire? what’s his fuckin’ name, john? jake? j-” you cut david’s sentence short with a harsh slap to the face. you knew it was wrong, but you were so hot with anger that any rational thought had been thrown out the window. his head snapped to the side, and for a while he stayed that way, pressing his lips into a flat line as he processed what had just happened, surely getting more sober by the minute. you weren’t the type of person to resort to hitting in situations like this, and your actions shocked the both of you. finally, he turned his head back to look at you, eyes widened ever so slightly. your bottom lip quivered, a threat of more tears to come, and you turned to walk towards your front door before he could say much more. you slipped your shoes on, not taking the time to put on a coat even though snow fell lightly from the dark sky. you didn’t know where you were going, but your feet had carried you through winding sidewalks through the little neighborhoods of conyers for at least a few hours. when you were sure you’d get sick from the cold and lack of a coat, you hesitantly came back home.

you pushed your front door open, and david was sitting on the couch, tv off. his head snapped to you instantly, his eyebrows knotted in worry. clearly he’s had time to sober up and reflect. you hardly make eye contact with him, deciding to head to the shower, hoping it would wash all your feelings away. you ignore as he calls your name out, soon drowning any other sound out with the sound of running water from the shower head. you stepped in so hastily you nearly forgot to pull your socks off. for a while you stood under the stream of hot water with your eyes closed, simply daydreaming. you were only snapped out of it by the sound of the bathroom door opening.

“david. just leave me alone.” you sigh. after a few moments of silence, you speak again.

“helloo? are you trying to be mysterious or something?” suddenly, david pulled the shower curtain back, not hesitating to step into the shower with you. he was still fully clothed.

“hey!!!” you shout, staring at him wide eyed, though a smile was tugging at your lips at the insanity of it all. “D, you’re still in your clothes!” he only looked at you, a solemn expression on his face.

“i’m sorry.” as he spoke, water from the shower dripped down his face, strands of hair falling out of their usual perfect place. you sigh, running a hand down your face and looking back up at him.

“i just don’t want to lose you. i’m scared.” you could hardly here these words from him as he spoke them so quietly, you nearly had to resort to reading his lips.

“i know. i know. i just wish we could talk about these things before you drink.” your eyes scan his face which remained knotted with worry. you noticed a red mark still remained where you had hit him. you look away for a few beats of silence. “i’m sorry for hitting you. i should have never done that.”

“i deserved it.”

a snort escapes you as you look back at him. “maybe just a little. but it was wrong. so i’m sorry.”

a small smile twitches at the corner of his lips. “i forgive you.” his touch was gentle as he pulled you into his embrace. you wrap your arms around his clothed frame, resting your head against his shoulder and sighing deeply, this time with relief.

“did you really have to get in the shower with your clothes though?”

“i thought it would be good for dramatic effect.” you pull away, looking at david who was smiling much wider at his seemingly great idea to get into the shower fully clothed. you shake your head, pressing your lips against his for a few moments.

“you’re an idiot, loki.”

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 1 month ago

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Mine For The Taking: Part 3

MobAU - Colter Stevens x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst, Violence and Mob related content, Swearing, Alcohol and Drug mentions, Probably a lot of inaccuracies and lack of proof reading sorrrryyyyyy

- Part 2 Here -

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18+ Only

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- 6 Years Earlier -

“I honestly can’t thank you enough.” You sighed in relief as you’d finally walked through the front door and unclipped Tank from his leash.

Tank ran off to his bed and began chewing on a toy, happy with his chaotic walk.

Colter smiled and let out a chuckle as he leaned against the open door frame, a gust of cool air wafting through the room, “There’s no way I was letting you get dragged home, at least not on your own.”

You grinned as you turned to face him, he looked much more handsome in the day light, his eyes practically glowing in the dim light of your homes entry way.

“Did you want to stay for a tea or coffee?” You blurred out, and you turned to busy yourself with some post on the side, suddenly shy and feeling hot under his stare. You had tried so hard to maintain eye contact, but his eyes bore so deep into yours you had to pull away for the fear he could read your very thoughts.

He rubbed the back of his head and smiled softly, “I would love to… but I have to be somewhere.”

You felt deflated, but forced a smile as you turned to face him and nodded, “No problem, thank you for saving me today.”

Colter smiled once more and turned to leave, and you let out a quiet sigh as you let your smile drop.

Suddenly he turned back around, and it almost startled you, and you forced yourself to straighten up from your defeated slump.

“Maybe… maybe another time though? I’d… like to maybe take you out to dinner.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt butterflies erupt inside you, your skin began to buzz, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from grinning like an idiot.

You pretended to consider it for a moment, and eventually nodded. “Okay. Yeah I’d like that.”

You had no idea that that would be the start of the absolutely whirlwind that was your relationship with Colter.

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- Present Day -

Since the incident at the bakery, you couldn’t get Joe to return your calls or texts. It had been a week and as you sat in your usual spot at in the warm, cosy shop surrounded by nothing but cheerful smiles of blissful patrons, you were filled with nothing but dread as the minutes ticked by, and you wondered if Joe would show.

Every stranger that walked through the door had your head whipping up in anticipation, only to let out a defeated sigh of disappointment when you realised it wasn’t Joe.

You’d finished your second anxious cup of coffee and were about to call it a day, but as you stood to leave you felt a soft tap on your shoulder.

You turned and grinned.

“Joe.” You sighed in relief at the sight of your friend, but this was quickly replaced with guilt as you noticed the two black eyes no doubt caused by his broken nose, as he pulled his sunglasses down.

You wanted to cry but instead clasped a hand over your mouth to stifle your whimper, “I’m so sorry. I should have told you.” You whispered when you eventually managed to.

You reached a hand out to touch his arm sympathetically, but Joe pulled back as if you were trying to burn him with a hot iron.

Joe looked hesitantly at you, like he shouldn’t even be near you. You couldn’t help the hurt look on your face at first, but you quickly straightened up and reminded yourself it wasn’t his fault.

Joe sighed and shook his head sadly, “I… I just wanted to come and say goodbye in person.” He said, his eyes not quite reaching yours.

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows creased together in confusion, “You’re not meant to finish your project until next June.”

Suddenly Joe made eye contact, but he looked angry. His bloodshot eyes felt almost accusatory. “They came to my apartment, Y/N. They kicked down my door. I should never have gotten involved with you. I never would have if I knew what I do now.”

You flinched, this revelation made you feel like you’d just been kicked in the chest, you felt so guilty but you also felt hurt.

“I… I’m sorry.” You struggled to say the words, you wanted to scream and sob at the same time. You were so angry at Colter, and so hurt by Joe. “But why did you come and say goodbye if all of that is true?”

Joe sighed, “Because I did get involved and I got attached. You’re the only friend I have here, I couldn’t go without saying goodbye, and God knows how much I’m risking just by being here.”

You nodded, you understood Colter had eyes everywhere, the last thing you wanted was Joe getting hurt again because of you.

Suddenly Joe pulled you into a hug, and you felt taken aback, startled almost.

“Thanks for being there for me these last few weeks, I really am gonna miss you. Maybe I’ll see you in another life.” He drawled, before letting go and swiftly leaving the bakery.

You stood there for a while in shock, unable to comprehend how Colter could do this to you.

If he really loved you as much as he claimed to, why was he doing this?

Suddenly you realised all the eyes in the room were on you and hushes voices gossiped about the commotion you always seemed to cause, heat pooled in your cheeks and anger began to bubble.

You snatched up your bag and stormed out of the bakery.

The entire drive had you replaying the incident with Colter in your head, and the look on poor Joe’s face, and you were just getting more and more angry.

You parked the car outside the all-too-familiar home that you called yours for over 5 years and sat behind the wheel for a moment. You tried to calm yourself, breathing through the tremors and gripping the steering wheel, but it was no use and the fury was now uncontrollable.

You got out of the car and stormed up the long, winding path to the front door of the manor, where your fist slammed angrily against the cold wood.

You could hear the echoes of your knocking on the inside, followed by footsteps against the hardwood floors you’d spent countless hours picking out years ago.

The door flew open and Colter stood, surprised, and shirtless in front of you. He was sweaty, panting, his hair wild, and you knew he’d been hitting his punching bag as he so often did when he was upset.

You scowled at him, how dare he be upset, he had no right.

You slammed both hands down on his bare chest as you pushed your way inside.

“How DARE you?!” You screamed, your hands now curled into fists against his broad chest.

Colters hands moved up to curl around your wrist, holding your hands in place. “What?” He asked, exasperated. This only pissed you off more.

You scoffed, “What? What? What do you mean, ‘what?’?!”

“I mean why are you so fucking pissed off?!” He raised his voice slightly to match yours.

“I’m beyond pissed off at this point, Colt! You had no fucking right to do that to Joe! This is MY life, my friend, do you have any idea how hard it is to make friends in a town that is terrified of you?” You were now gritting your teeth, Colter had never seen you like this before and a pang of guilt shot through him.

 But he was not going to show it, “I don’t care, Y/N. He was after you, and you’re mine. I know for a fact you still love me, so don’t think for a second I’m gonna let anyone take you from me.” His voice was loud, stern, and he towered over you.

“Have you ever stopped to think that if you keep going the way you’re going I may eventually fall out of love with you, Colt?” You tried to pull your hands from his grip, and although he was gentle, your hands weren’t moving.

“No because I know you, Y/N, and I know our love. That isn’t something that just goes away, no matter how unhappy you are with what I do!” He shook your hands slightly with frustration, his eyes now pleading for you to admit what he knew to be true.

You took a small step back as you looked into his steely blue eyes, “You smug bastard. You really do think so highly of yourself.” You breathed out in exasperation.

“All you’re doing is delaying the inevitable, and I am fucking miserable without you. You and I both know you’re coming come at some point, please just save us both the pain and come home now.” His voice had softened considerably now, and he finally released your hands which fell limply to your side. You knew he was right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it yet. You had told yourself you would at least try to get over him.

“No… this time you don’t get what you want.” You said softly, deflated, the anger now simmering away to sadness.

You turned and walked out the door, wondering how you would ever get over this man who had an iron grip over you.

You got halfway down the drive when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and spin you around.

The next thing you knew, Colters arms were around your waist and his lips were planted on yours. You gasped softly, at the familiarity, but also how different it felt to all those times before.

You melted against him for a second, your hands resting on his still sweaty chest, and allowed yourself just a moment of bliss before you pushed away and shook your head.

“Just… leave me alone.”

Without looking back you walked to your car, got in and drove out of the estate you once called home.

As you drove you looked back in the rear view mirror, at Colter as he watched you leave.

Something deep inside you told you that you were making a huge mistake, but you were too stubborn to listen to it.

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- 6 Years Earlier -

You buzzed with anticipation and nerves as you finished getting ready for your date with Colter.

The weather was dreadful, and torrential rains uncommon for that time of year had flooded the cold, dark streets outside, but you were determined to make it to town for your date no matter what.

You smoothed out your brand new dress and checked yourself in the mirror for the 10th time.

You looked perfect, but you felt so nervous that you had to check again before you eventually made it to the front door.

You gave Tank a fuss as you left and were suddenly overcome with guilt for leaving him on his own for the first time, however this was luckily short lived as he happily curled up on the couch and went straight to sleep.

You sighed as you stepped out onto the front porch and opened your umbrella, your cab had just pulled up but the short distance between your home and the sidewalk was sure to drench you unless you had some sort of cover.

“Evening ma’am.” The older gentleman answered as you climbed in and shook off your umbrella before rolling it back up. “You off on a date?”

You smiled, “Yeah, is it that obvious?”

The gentleman smiled, “Not overly, but you do seem nervous.”

You made small talk all the way into town and paid the driver, getting your umbrella ready before you opened the door.

“Have a good night ma’am, you be safe now.” He said as you climbed out of the cab and back out into the bad weather.

You thanked the driver and walked down a side street towards the restaurant.

As you approached you noticed Colter standing outside. He wore a slightly unbuttoned white shirt and blue jeans, his short hair speckled with rain drops and obviously getting very wet without an umbrella as he waited for you, soggy flowers wilting under the pressure of the heavy droplets.

You laughed in surprise as you walked up to him. “What are you doing?” You gasped.

A huge grin spread across his face as he noticed you approaching him, “Waiting for you.”

As you got closer you noticed how his clean pressed white shirt stuck to him, his toned chest on display as the material turned translucent.

You pulled your eyes away, “Why didn’t you wait inside?” Your mouth slightly agape in shock. “You must be freezing!”

Colter, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice the cold, and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “You look… incredibly beautiful.” He breathed, ignoring your question.

You felt yourself blush, but you needed to maintain your composure even though he made you feel like melting right in front of him. You stepped forward so that Colter was under the protection of your umbrella.

“Here, before you get completely drenched.” You smiled up at him. Too late, you realised, but you liked standing this close to him.

You tried not to actually touch him, teetering on the absolute outer edge of the umbrellas protection.

“Well… I don’t think we can go in there while you’re…damp.” you gestured at the fancy restaurant and then at Colter. “I think I know a place we can go and dry off for a while.”

Colter nodded and bit the inside of his cheek, “Lead the way.” He chuckled.

You lead Colter down another dark little side street and through a courtyard, where a soft cosy light lit up the cobblestone from a window that beckoned you, the smell of basil and tomatoes compelling you to follow. It was a tiny Italian restaurant that you had frequented over the years, nothing fancy but the food was some of the best you’d ever had.

You looked up at Colter to explain why you’d picked this place, but you were surprised to see that he was already staring longingly down at you. “What?” You asked in surprise.

Colter shook his head, and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, “Nothing, it’s just… every time I think I have you figured out, you go and do something that makes me realise I probably never will.”

“What do you mean?” You chuckled, shivering slightly under his touch.

“Most girls would insist on the fancy dinner, the nice restaurant, they wouldn’t adopt the biggest, bounciest dog from the shelter, or go out to a club they hated just to make their sister happy, they’d probably be put off that I didn’t think to bring an umbrella-“ you cut him off by grabbing his hand with your free one as you stood in front of the little restaurant.

“Let’s get one thing straight, if you’re going to date me you will realise pretty quickly that the only thing I give a damn about is whether or not you’re a good person, I don’t need fancy… I need real.”

Colter grinned and nodded, “So we’re dating then, huh?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Hmm… barely.” You joked.

He took your other hand and gently removed the umbrella from your grip, the heavy rain quickly drenching you as you gasped at the feeling and began to laugh. Colter threw the umbrella onto the cobblestone, and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

“What are you doing?” You asked, your heart thudding violently against your rib cage.

“I’m making us even.” He gestured with a nod to your wet hair.

You breathed out a nervous laugh as Colter bent down and pressed his lips against yours, and you felt like the air was sucked from your lungs.

His lips were gentle, but the kiss was purposeful and eager. His hand came up to cup your jaw and you sighed into him, giving yourself into the feeling.

Eventually you pulled away, the raindrops trickling down your back causing you to shiver.

Colter smiled adoringly down at you, “How about we get inside?”

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- Part 4 Here -

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