warnings/content — fluff, established relationship. can be read as gn reader i believe! no warnings that i can think of!
word count — 1.7k
a/n — need to see this man happy plz. my first time writing for detective loki!
feedback is always appreciated <3
credit — dividers are from @/cursed-carmine!
There are some nights when David needs a little extra love than others.
You can always tell that it's one of those nights when he arrives home—quieter than usual, shoulders sagging, dark bags under his eyes.
Tonight was one of those nights.
The slam of the front door is what first alerts you to his presence. You raise from your comfortable position on the couch and stretch, trying to ease the tiredness from your limbs before making your way to the entryway of your shared house. His back is turned towards you as he hangs his wet rain coat on the wall hook. You watch his muscles strain under the tight work shirt he's wearing.
"Hi there, detective." You greet him warmly, a small smile on your face as you wait for him to turn around. You see the way his shoulders are hunched forward, his posture a telling sign that he's carrying stress and tension deep in his muscles. He unholsters his gun and places it on the entryway table, along with his handcuffs that are always attached to his hip—both an extension of him at this point.
He turns to face you and that's when you see the darkness under his tired eyes. The appearance of his dark circles doesn’t surprise you. He was up before the first crack of sunlight even dared to seep its way into your bedroom, giving you a quick kiss against your hairline and whispering "See you later, baby. Sleep well." Before slipping out of your shared bedroom quietly to not disturb you. Even though the appearance of the dark circles don't shock you, they still make your heart ache for the man standing in front of you.
He gives you a sleepy smile as a greeting, not responding verbally. You close the distance between the two of you with a few small steps. You untuck his shirt from his trousers before beginning to undo the buttons on his light blue button down, starting at the buttons on the collar and making your way down to the very bottom button.
"Rough day?" You question him quietly as he shrugs the shirt off his shoulders then down his arms, leaving him in his white undershirt.
"Mhm," he mumbles, placing the shirt on the entryway table beside his gun and handcuffs where it will be forgotten until the morning when you do laundry. "Two little girls are missing. It's not looking good." He sighs, running a hand through his hair in quiet frustration.
"I see." You say softly, trying to approach the subject cautiously and considerately. Your hands find his belt, undoing the buckle and unthreading it through the loops of his trousers. "Well, they've got the best detective in Conyers looking for them. If anyone can find them, it's you, David. And you will find them, I'm sure of that." You tell him finally, freeing him from his belt before laying it on top of the discarded work shirt, black leather shining from the overhead light.
When you glance back up at his face, he's already looking down at you, a loving look in his blue eyes. A small smile appears on your lips, which he returns. You stand on your tippy toes to place a gentle kiss against his cheek before you're turning away from him completely, grabbing his hand in the process.
"Hungry? We've got that leftover Chinese food from Thanksgiving. I can warm some of it up for you." You offer, stopping in front of the entryway to the kitchen, still hand in hand. You feel him stop behind you, his body so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his chest against your back.
"No," he declines, placing a soft kiss against the top of your head. "Thank you." He tells you quietly, squeezing your hand gently in his own. He was always gentle with you. He appreciated having someone he could be tender with after long hours of putting on a hard front, interrogating men he knew should he locked behind bars for the rest of their lives.
You nod before you start to move again, your feet carrying you closer to your shared bedroom as he trails behind you, socked feet hitting the cold hardwood floors. Both of you know that he's exhausted, both mentally and physically, and needs some sleep before he finds himself outside in the cold November air again. It's the kind of cold that nips at your skin constantly and gives no reprieve.
You cross into the threshold of your bedroom before you squeeze his hand in return and let go of it, turning your attention to the bed. You pull the covers down as you order him to strip from his trousers, which he follows. The heat in the room has been turned up so it's nice and toasty for the two of you. You pat the bed as you sit down, signaling him to follow behind you.
He sits on the edge of the bed and you situate yourself so that you're sitting behind him on your knees.
"What're you doing?" He asks, reaching his hand back and grabbing at your pajama clad legs. Shushing him, you raise your hands to his shoulders, placing one hand on each shoulder. You begin to knead the tense muscles under your grip, digging your thumbs into the hard knots and circling them, trying to work them out of his shoulders.
You hear what seems to be a soft moan escaping David's lips as you continue the motions, which causes you to smile with pride. "Feels good? You're so tense, Dave." You tell him softly, concern laced between your words.
"Mhm, feels good." He manages to get out, his head hanging forward as you continue to work the tight muscles with your hands. You're both quiet for a few minutes as your hands work, soft groans slipping past his lips every now and then. When you're satisfied with what you've accomplished, you give his shoulders one last squeeze before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss against his right shoulder blade.
You wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him loosely from behind as you rest your chin against his shoulder. He places his hand on top of yours that's resting on his stomach, leaning his head to the side to rest it gently against yours. You allow yourselves a few moments of silence, enjoying each others presence.
"Let's lay down, yeah?" You finally say quietly, tapping your fingers lightly against his stomach. He nods in agreement, removing his hand from yours to allow you the space to move away from him comfortably. The two of you move in silence, finding your ways to your respective sides of the bed. David is always closest to the door, wanting to be able to protect you even while he’s unconscious.
Once the two of you are situated under the covers, you turn to face him. He's lying on his back, eyes on the ceiling. He's lost in his thoughts—something that's easy for him to do. It's dark in the room, but you can still make out the way his face scrunches, muscles contracting involuntarily under his skin, and the way his eyes blink hard.
Adjusting yourself so that you're on your side and able to reach over to him, you begin running your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly as you repeat the motion consistently. His eyes flutter shut, and you swear you hear a soft moan of approval at your actions.
While David rarely, if ever, vocalizes it, you know that he loves to be babied by you. You know his job is hard. Long hours, physically and mentally demanding work that doesn't just end whenever he clocks out for the day. It's the type of work that follows him home, always sitting in the corner of whatever room he's in. It's presence heavy and constantly begging to be felt.
You figure babying him is the absolute least you can do for him.
"Get some sleep, baby," you whisper, continuing the movement of your hand in his hair. "I can wake you in a few hours." You finish, eyes still open and watching him.
He swallows, clearing his throat before he speaks. "One hour. Give me one hour and I'll be ready to get up."
Both of you know he needs more than one hour, but you don't argue with him. You know that his mind is only on those two little girls and one hour is all that he will allow himself. Just a short slumber to get his head straight. To think more clearly.
You're just grateful he's allowing himself to sleep at all.
"One hour. Then I'll wake you." You agree, pushing yourself closer to his body. He raises his arm from the bed and places it on your thigh, squeezing it lightly before rubbing his thumb against it slowly. A silent thank you—a thank you for putting up with his long hours, the time you spend by yourself waiting on him to return, taking care of him, the mental load, and just him in general.
"Don't know how I did this before I had you. I think I'd go crazy now if you weren't here with me. I love you." His voice is quiet, but it's filled with raw honesty as the sentiments fall from his tongue. The words hit you like a brick. Their force is strong and they're aimed right at your heart.
"I love you, David. Get some rest." Your reply is simple, but the words are truthful and hold weight.
You stay with him, fingers still scratching his scalp to lull him to a brief, but so desperately needed, sleep. You have no plans of sleeping with him, you'd rather spend your time with him watching as he drifts to sleep. Listening to his soft snores as his brain finally shuts off and watching his chest rise and fall with each breath he takes in and expels out.
You want to cherish the brief time you have with him before he's out in the cold again and you're home alone—waiting on him to walk through the door and worrying sick about him returning home.
Summary: Fresh out of the academy, David Loki’s a young cop on the night shift. What happens when during a routine traffic stop, he’s confronted with an old crush who has other plans to get out of a ticket?
A/N: This was a request by @jakegyllenhaalscharacters . I hope you like it; I actually had a lot of fun with this prompt! It’s fun to imagine a young, slightly less mature Loki. As a Virgo, the rule follower in me was conflicted by the reader’s choice but also it’s kinda hot, right? Also I’m exhausted so I beta’d this once, sorry for any typos I tried lol.
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David likes the night shift.
It’s quiet, especially after 2 a.m. The peak hour for conflict is typically over, most people giving in to their exhaustion and choosing peace in the form of sleep.
No drunks on the road. No heightened calls for domestic violence. No dead bodies.
Just the dark and the silence.
David takes a sip out of his coffee, his eyes shifting left to right as he watches the dark road in the confines of his police vehicle. He’s parked between two trees, tucked away and hidden, listening to the soft static of the radio.
Most new cops were the opposite, hating how slow nights can be. It was less action, more babysitting, but David appreciated that. It gave him a moment to study for one of the many exams required to apply to get promoted to detective in the dead of night.
He wasn’t social, not really, so he didn’t miss the social nuances the day provided.
It also meant he wouldn’t get partnered with someone, few people assigned to the night shift. No trigger happy partner or chatty companion needing to fill up quiet voids with words. He could operate alone, in silence.
He liked the night shift.
It was peaceful.
He’s looking down at the book he was currently studying, eyes flickering between the road and the creamy pages when he sees it. A flash of headlights, bright and iridescent casting shadows onto the road. They're moving fast….too fast. Fast enough to be speeding for this road.
Shit.
David stumbles, looking for his radar gun. He can’t find it in the half lit car, and he curses as he gives up on the action. Instead, he throws his car into drive, waiting for a second more before he turns his beams on. The car flies by and David’s off, flicking on his police siren and following in pursuit.
He looks down at the odometer, jesus they were going 90 in a 45, and he’s grateful that whoever he was pursuing clocks that he's tailing them quickly, slowing down and pulling off to the side of the road.
David exhales, it turns into a yawn as he puts the car into park. He steps out of the vehicle, the semi cool Pennsylvania air hitting his arms. He blinks, a series of three that happen in quick succession, as he reads the license plate, memorizing the series of letters and numbers to his brain just in case as he walks to the driver's side.
Faint music is playing, something upbeat and catchy, and the driver rolls down their window, before placing their hands back on the steering wheel.
“License and registration.”
His voice sounds foreign even to him, hours of not talking making it raspy as he raises the beam of his flashlight to the driver who shifts their body, grabbing the necessary documents.
When you turn back to him your eyebrows knit together, eyes flashing with surprise as you ask,
“Loki?”
David watches you for a beat, his mind scrambling to place a face with a name. It’s late though, he’s tired and so nothing registers as he repeats,
“License and registration.”
Your eyes flash something, disappointment, as you pass along your documents. He checks your license first - face (a match), license expiration date, name….
Wait.
He did know you.
“Y/N? Y/N Grant?”
“Yes!” You laugh tiredly, falling back in your seat though you keep your hands on the steering wheel, in sight. David appreciates it.
“You were speeding like a demon out of hell. Everything okay? Family all right?”
His eyebrows knit together, concern laced in his eyes as he looks down at you. He knew your father, the man had been both of their history teachers and was admittedly David’s favorite teacher the four years he went to Manchester High School. If something had happened to him, he didn’t want to get in the way of that.
“No, no everything is fine. No family emergency.”
“So you were just speeding because you thought you could get away with it?”
You gives a sheepish shrug,
“I mean…it’s 2 in the morning. Also I left school later than I planned so I was trying to make up for time. And make it to a bed - preterms killed me.”
David knows he should drop it for what it was, didn’t need to pry but you were one of the few people in high school that was kind to him, talked to him. Despite being a popular girl, you never minded eating lunch with him, asking how he was doing, offering to study together.
He had a small crush on you but figured he wasn’t your type so after getting his diploma, he pushed you away from his mind. Three years made it easy to do.
“You’re driving from school? I thought you were going to Princeton.”
“I was.”
“What happened?”
“Even with a full ride scholarship, I’d still be 100k in debt when I graduate. Neither myself or my family can afford that. So I chose my safety school, Penn State. They also offered me a full ride.”
“Sorry to hear that. I know that you were excited to get into Princeton.”
“Meh. Penn actually has a decent graphic design program so it’s fine. And I’m closer to home so that’s been a bonus when I’m too broke for food.”
David gives a curt nod, shifting his hands so his flashlight doesn’t shine in your eyes. You shift your eyes to his badge and ask,
“So you’re a cop?”
David shrugs,
“I want to be a detective. Gotta work the beat to prove you're one of them to get on track.”
“That makes sense. You were always good with puzzles. We need more good people in law,” you drink in his face, his body in uniform. “And you look great in blue.”
David has had his fair share of women flirting with him, especially when he was in uniform. He wasn’t used to you flirting though, never clocked it in high school so he feels flattered by the comment. The way his lips tug at the corners doesn’t hide it either.
“Are you flirting to get out of a ticket?”
“No! I’m just giving you a compliment. You're still bad at taking them, it would seem.”
You’re still beaming up at him and he gives a dry laugh,
“Lucky for you, I can be swayed. I’ll let you off with a warning. Slow down okay. Lots of deer sightings on this road, better to be careful.”
He hands you back your license, your registration as you ask uncertainly,
“Really?”
“Yeah. Have a good night Y/N. It was nice seeing you.”
He turns to move back to his car, mind wondering the time and if his shift is almost over. When you call for him, the sound of your 95 Honda Civic’s car door squeaking open, he's jolted back to the present as you get out of your car.
His hand moves to his holstered gun out of habit, though he knows you don’t mean any harm nor were you dangerous as you shut your door, wrapping yourself with your arms. He shifts his hand away from his belt, not wanting to alarm you as you near,
“Everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine. I just…we haven’t seen each other in three years. Don’t you want to, I don’t know, catch up?”
“It’s almost 3 am and I’m on duty.”
“I’m on spring break and I’m wired off two Red Bulls. I have time. Also this road is dead so really you have time too.”
David raises a brow incredulously and you sigh,
“Are you really going to make me say it?”
“Say what?”
“That I had a crush on you. Back in school. I was always hoping you’d ask me out but you never did. Even though I was pretty sure you liked me too.”
David takes in the information, another series of three blinks as you let out warily,
“…at least I thought you did. Maybe I’ve misread this whole thing.”
David slightly shakes his head,
“No, you’re right. I did have a crush on you. I just thought you were always being nice to me. You’re a kind person. That’s why I didn’t ask you out.”
That and the fact he was actively trying to do anything to get out of the Huntington Boys Home. After an incident with one of the priests in middle school, he worked diligently to stay off of anyone’s radar. Dating would’ve brought attention to himself.
He chose safety over self pleasure.
“Oh!” You brighten again as David deadpans,
“Still doesn’t change the fact that it's late, early, whatever. And that I’m still on duty.”
“You can take breaks though, right?”
David gives a slow nod as you walk closer, stopping inches in front of him.
“Have you taken yours yet?”
“No.”
He rarely ever did. Especially because he usually always had dead time towards the end of his shift.
“Good.”
You lean up to press your lips to his, the kiss tentative. David’s stunned for a second, doesn’t move for a beat, until his brain catches up with his body and he kisses you back.
It’s innocent, molded to each other and when you pull away you whisper,
“Let me take care of you David.”
You push your lips to him again, this time firmer and this time he catches you, hands gripping your arms as he kisses you back. You're both illuminated by his car's headlights, shadow puppets, and he groans when you skim his lips with your tongue.
He complies, opening his mouth allowing desire to take over, tongue battling dominance. You moan, falling into him easily as he wraps his arms around your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck, drawing him closer, liking the way he tastes like coffee, the faint smell of his cologne.
When you shimmy your hips into him he groans, his erection biting into your stomach.
David tries to latch onto something, anything, to gain control. His body is taking over, a lust fueled haze, and he tries to pull away from you.
He has to maintain control because this was insane, he was on duty, this wasn’t right.
He pulls away from you, firmly gripping your waist as he breathes out,
“Y/N wait. We should slow down.”
“How long is your break?”
“It’s 15 minutes.”
“Perfect.”
You grab his hand, dragging him to the other side of your car, the passenger side. He complies, a lust fueled haze unable to stop him as you push him towards the door, back hitting cool glass as your hands move toward unbuckling his belt.
“Whoa! What are you doing?” His hand is back on his holster, the other over your hands and you give a sly smile.
“I’m thanking you for not giving me a ticket.”
“Y/N you don’t have too…I literally met my quota weeks ago and it’s really no bother…”
You move to push your mouth on top of his, effectively quieting him. When you pull away you murmur against his lips,
“You worry too much. Relax, it's fine. Just let me take care of you. No one will interrupt us.”
If David was better at taking care of himself, he’d be able to think straight and think through a practical solution for this. If he’d made time to try to date on occasion, maybe he wouldn’t be so eager for the way your hands were moving down the front of his shirt.
If he had at least been better at rubbing one out more often, he couldn’t remember the last time he had masturbated let alone had sex, he wouldn’t be so responsive as you palmed his cock through his pants, desire winning.
You unbutton his belt again, slowly, and this time he doesn’t resist. When you slide his pants down, gun and all of his equipment with it, he tries not to linger on the fact that he’s naked, unarmed both literally and figuratively.
It’s a fleeting thought, especially when you're pulling down his briefs, his cock springing out of the confines of the material, greeting the cool spring air as you move to your knees. You look up at him, a devious smile on your face as you move your mouth to cover his crown.
He groans the last of any intelligent thought out the window. You barely had him in your mouth and he felt so good, the way your lips were sucking him, tongue flicking over his hole. He throws his head back, eyes staring up at the starry sky as you move your mouth lower, clocking the constellation canis major. If he could focus he’d tell you something about it, like how it contains Sirius the brightest star in the sky, but he can’t.
He’s a victim to your tongue, its all he can think about.
You take your time with David, drinking in the way he moans, his breathing hitched as you move to his base. He’s bigger than you expected, girth and veins overpowering your mouth, and you inhale his scent as your nose finally meets his base.
He’s trimmed but hair tickles your face, causes you to wrinkle your nose as you have him sit on your tongue, the back of your throat. You breathe steadily out of your nose, years of giving drunken head providing the muscle memory you don’t even think about.
You missed sex, you hadn’t made time for any this semester or the last. You loved sucking a man off, loved having the power of their most prized possession in your mouth. It turned you on.
David looks down at you, eyes heavy as you finally move away, slowly, until you're back at his crown and then you move down on him again, his tip touching the back of your throat.
He loses it then, hand moving to your hair, hands tangling as he urged you on,
“You’re doing so good, yeah Y/N, just like that.”
You whimper, the sound reverberates around his member as you begin to move faster, hand going to his thighs for leverage. His voice is lower, sultrier, as you flicker your eyes up to him.
He watches you in awe, at the way you take more of him, the way you gag around him. You’re practiced at this though, not dissuaded by his size, diligently keeping him in your mouth and he knows he’s not going to last any longer.
It had been too long and you were working him like a professional.
He feels that sinking feeling in his abdomen, feels his balls tighten as he fists some of your hair, pulling hard.
“Y/N, aw shit, Y/N I’m…..I’m….fuck I’m close.”
You don’t stop, in fact it drives you to move faster, sucking him harder and he crumbles, his orgasm hitting him hard and fast.
The relief of his seed falling into your mouth is the best feeling he’s had in months, years, and he shouts, breaking the silence of the night as he pumps into you.
David’s cum is thick, you have to pace yourself as you swallow more of him, liking the way he tenderly held your head as you sucked him dry.
When he’s done you smile around him, pulling away slowly until the only thing tying him to you is a trail of spit that breaks as you look up at him.
His senses slowly start rushing to him - the soft sound of the police radio from his car, the eggshell beam of light that was highlighting your face, the cool air hitting his softening cock.
“Holy shit.” He whispers as you let out a small giggle, moving up him and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
“Have a nice break?”
Right. He was still, technically, working.
“That’s an understatement.”
“Glad to repay you for your kindness.”
David’s eyebrows furrow, lips pressing into a frown as he mumbles,
“Wait, I didn’t…you didn’t-“
“David I’m going to touch myself and cum so hard when I get to bed, your taste in my mouth. Trust me, I’ll be taken care of.”
David can’t help the blush that takes over his cheeks at your directness, watching you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
“You should probably put your pants on.”
“Fuck. Yeah.”
He moves quickly, pulling up his briefs, his pants. He checks his belt, specifically his gun, cuffs, pepper spray and other items and when he feels that everything is in order, tucks in his shirt and zips up his pants. You wrap your arms tighter around you, Pennsylvania springs were still cold and flicker your eyes back to him.
“I should probably head home. I really am tired.”
He nods, unsure on what to say, how he should proceed. Should he ask for your number? Would you want to go on a date? Was that appropriate considering you sucked him off to kingdom come?
He follows you to the driver's side of your car, opening it for you as the hinges squeak loudly. You slide back into your seat, snapping your seat belt on. You start your car before looking over at him.
“This was nice. We should catch up again.”
David nods as you continue,
“Are you here most nights?”
“Yeah. Usually around this time.”
“Good to know. I’m in town for a week. I’ll be sure to bring dinner next time I’m caught speeding.”
You wink at him, a teasing glint in your eyes and he gives a low laugh, shaking his head.
“You’re trouble Y/N. Next time I might not be so forgiving.”
“Something to look forward to then.”
He smiles at you, hitting your hood and saying,
“Have a good night Y/N. Try to stay at least five over.”
“Whatever you say, officer.”
You give him one last wink, before rolling up your window. He moves away from your car, walking back to his own mildly worried that the battery was dead from having his beams on.
He falls into his seat, watching as your car moves back onto the road and into the night, and turns the ignition as the car roars to life and he's grateful it’s not dead. He makes a U turn, slowly driving back to his original spot, settling in and grabbing his book, his coffee now long cold.
He doesn’t linger on the fact that his captain would ream him if he found out about tonight's extra curricular activities, or the fact he lost an hour of studying time.
Instead he wonders if he’ll actually see you again, if you’ll make good on your promise.
If so, David was happy he had the night shift.
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jack twist, elwood dalton, david loki, who accidentally hits their boyfriend in the face like REALLY hard
but their boyfriend is a people pleaser and says it's fine over and over again while they're trying to move his hand and help💀
JACK TWIST, ELWOOD DALTON, DAVID LOKI, accidentally hitting their boyfriend in the face
male reader, use of 'doll'/'hon' or sum i forgot, broken noses, bleeding, yelling, worry turns into worried anger, jack twist is a switch, nothing to do with the fic, just saying, i have no knowledge on how wind words, foldable chairs are not to be used as weapons, everyone was holding something, on elwoods bit reader doesn't know elwood after retirement if that makes sense, not proofread, ever
JACK TWIST
— it happened when he needed you to help move the horses gear, and some of the fishing equipment to a different place since it was getting a bit colder and he didn't want the wind blowing out any fire or accidentally making it bigger than it needs to be
— he was trying to move one of the chairs and was talking to you but wasn't really able to see where you were since he was in a bit of a rush.
"yeah and that son of'a bitch don'—" the chair hit you smack dab in your face, most of it hitting your eyelid area.
the only noise he heard was the tiny 'ow!' and your hat hitting the ground.
— trying to get your hand off your eye, and saying sorry hoping you weren't absolutely pissed at him just for you to constantly say it's fine, and you were fine, and he didn't need to worry about it.
— he does not let that happen.
"c'mere.." he sat you down, finding a first aid which he was lucky he remembered he packed it. "shit doll it's swollen." his accent got thicker with worry while trying to take more of a look at it.
"it is? oh, that's okay i can–" "hush it." "okay."
ELWOOD DALTON
before retirement
— do not come up behind this man when he's stressed.
— probably has a little area like a basement he goes to train below or let off some steam. you were coming down to let him know that the food was ready but he was too drowned out to really hear you.
"el!" you tapped him, biggest mistake. he freaked out and punched you in the face thinking you were some robber or something.
— only freaks out even more, muttering a bunch of curses and saying sorry a shit load.
"move your hand i broke your fuckin' nose!" "no, no, it's okay i'll walk it off—" "move your damn hand!"
after retirement
— you worked in the bar and he was helping out clean the rest of the mess after cleaning out the guys who had messed it up in the first place.
— he was moving a bit of the tables and chairs and while doing that you came up behind him, unfortunately while he had been moving a table and it hit your face making you fall over.
"oh, my god i just hit you in your face, are you okay?!" he set the table down instantly just to see you shaking your head trying to get up on your own.
"it's alright, no issues!" "you're bleeding!"
DAVID LOKI
— poor guy, feels bad even after whether he shows it or not.
— got forced to move around some stuff cause some guy got fired and he needed help getting his desk cleaned out. for one , he was already mad , for two he was about to get even angrier and he did not have the time for that.
— was moving around some sort of box and you came out of absolutely nowhere.
"hey davi- loki, sorry, do you have the files for– ah!" "what the fuck..? oh, what the fuck!"
— took him a bit to realize, he forgot about moving the stuff and instantly came to your aid. was worried without the blood, got even more worried with the blood.
"shit, shit, shit.." "is it bleeding?" he had pulled you up to get you some sort of aid and wipe off the blood. could care less if you were fine, you were his boyfriend and he didn't want you to just be bleeding cause of him, accident or not.
— let you take about a five minute break before he had to get back to work.
"be careful next time, alright?" he kissed your forehead, patting your cheek very lightly. "m'kay, see you at home."
a/n : I blame @joshlmbrt for this. u asked for it and it got me horny so here you go 🧡
prompt: men who knead your thighs and hip as you sit on their lap with their big hands as you slick their hair back and tell them about your day. who get so hard when you kiss their forehead and tell them you have to go shower. who don’t let you go and fuck you on the couch — deep, thoroughly, filled with love
pairing: david loki x f!reader
warnings: 18+ only, no minors please. language, smut, creampie, cockwarming, david gets horny from feeling loved.
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Parking your car in the driveway just behind David’s Crown Vic, you switch the alarm on as you make your way over the grassy pathway paved from David’s walking over time.
Despite the dull day you had, you smile at the butterflies that still flutter every time you’re about to see him. Using the spare key he had gifted you, you unlock the front door and step inside.
You take the liberty of making yourself at home by kicking your shoes off and walking further inside towards the kitchen, you set your bag on a chair and drape your coat over its’ back.
“Baby, that you?” he asks from the living room.
“Yeah, it’s me, honey” you reply walking over with a smile.
He leans back and manspreads against the couch after crouching over the files and documents all fanned out over his coffee table along with his gun holster and badge. You take in the sight of him, hair slicked back from his shower, dressed in a tight white tank that accentuates his muscles. He usually wears them under his button-ups, but you love it when he wears them in the house, paired with a pair of gray sweatpants.
“You look so tired, baby.”
“I am tired” he smiles reaching for your thighs to guide you closer and unspokenly invites you to sit on his welcoming lap.
You accept and lean against his broad solid figure, lazily draping one arm around his neck while your other hand rests against his chest.
“Too tired for me?” You smirk watching his eyes trail down your body to your crossed thighs.
“Never too tired for you, honey” he replies taking your knee and pulling it towards him to let you drape your leg over his as his other hands sits at your waist.
“I hope not” you chuckle and press your lips against his to properly say hello. “I missed you” you whisper.
“I missed you too, honey… Didn’t get to see you this morning.”
His eyes close as he nuzzles his nose into your neck, taking in the lingering scent of your sweet perfume as his palm glides up and down your thigh.
“I know. You spent the whole night on duty, so I figured we wouldn’t anyways. But we’re together now hm?”
“Yeah, honey. You’re right. How was your day, hm?” he questions lifting his head to admire the gentle details of your face.
He listens to you vent about your day, kneading your thigh as his other hand slowly rubs your back up and down. He listens thoroughly, making a comment here and there, asking questions as you go on, but the glimpses he takes down your shirt and at your thighs don’t go unnoticed by you.
They make you feel loved and desired although you decide not to call them out because you’re drinking him in just the same; eye roaming up and down his chest, fingers gently twirling the hairs that peek out from the top of his tank or delicately squeezing at his biceps as you mindlessly rub his strong arm.
“How about your day, baby?”
“I don’t wanna talk about my day, honey. Just…” he sighs closing his eyes.
You know how his job takes a toll on him. Being a detective means having to see and witness things that are generally hard to stomach, let alone forget. And, although he can never forget certain things he wishes he could, he’d rather treasure the moments you get to spend together because, not only are they too few, they help him shut the rest of the world out. These moments with you melt away all worries he carries as a detective and allows him to just be David, a loving and caring boyfriend.
“It’s ok, babe. You don’t have to,” you answer with a tender kiss to his forehead.
You let your kiss linger there for a moment as he groans contently, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you closer. You’re almost certain you could feel his dick hardening as your fingers comb through his damp hair.
You chuckle imagining how good and relaxed he must when you take care of him.
“Why don’t you put this stuff away then and order us a pizza? Or whatever you’re in the mood for? I’m gonna go shower.”
You move to try to stand up, but he shakes his head. His arms tighten around you and hold you in place.
“No, baby. Stay here with me. Wanna be with you” he pleads wrinkling his forehead as his brows pinch together. His hand rises from your waist and his palm rests against your cheek when his lips meet yours. “Missed you so much, honey. Feel so good when you’re with me.”
You smirk noting how his breathing hitches and his cock twitches when you kiss his forehead again.
Gently peppering his forehead with kisses, he exhales sharply clenching his jaw as he pulls your legs to fully straddle his lap. His hands greedily grope at your thighs, at your hips and at your ass, enjoying your body’s fullness through your stretchy leggings.
You pull your head back a bit, letting your fingers meet at the back of his head to continue their therapeutic scratching on his scalp.
“I haven’t even showered yet, babe” you whisper shyly concerned, fearing your natural scent might be slightly more noticeable.
“No, honey, no. You smell so good for me” he frowns with eyes closed and shakes his head. “Just wanna be with you right now.”
“Yeah?” you whisper letting him kiss on your neck as he grinds his hardened dick against your sex.
“Yeah, baby. Feel so good on me like this. Can you feel it?”
“Y-yeah” you answer breathlessly as you give in and grind your dampening pussy against his crotch. “I feel your cock, baby. Feels so nice and hard.”
“Yeah? You like how it feels like this?”
You nod licking your dry lips as you continue dry humping his clothed cock, whispering how you love his dick so much as it throbs in his sweatpants when his hands pull your leggings up to make your ass and mound more noticeable.
He groans gently biting at your collarbone as he relishes the friction your body provides. Panting softly, you move your hips faster as his hard dick rubs against your sensitive nub.
“Fuck, Dave. Right there… That feels so good.”
“Ride me, baby. Just like that. It’s ok, I got you.”
Lost in the intoxicating pleasure that is washing over you, he rests his forehead against yours watching your face contort as you chase your orgasm.
“Cum for me, baby girl. You can do it. Feels so good, right? You like it, don’t you?”
“Fucking love it” you whimper feeling it build in your core. “So close, Dave. F-Fuck!” you pant as his hands grip your hips to pull them closer. “Gonna-gonna cum!”
“That’s my baby girl. Cum for me, sweetheart.”
The pleasure snaps in your core as you moan and slowly still your hip to soothe yourself with slow thrusts against his dick.
Running his fingers up and down your obvious camel toe, he clenches his jaw realizing how wet your leggings are from the dry humping and your orgasm.
“Honey, can I rip these? Please? Please? I need to feel you.”
“But they’re new, babe. I just got them.”
“I’ll get you new ones, I promise. Promise you” he quietly begs with the softest voice. “I’ll get you a hundred if you let me rip these right now. I’m so fucking hard, it’s hurting.”
He might as well; you’re almost sure they’re ruined now from the slick that’s gushing out.
The second you nod and approve, all eyes go straight to your crotch. You hold onto his knees as you angle your hips forward for him. David quickly gropes at the fabric, pulling it carefully away from your skin. Digging his finger into a small tear, he rips a hole into the middle of your leggings to expose your wet panties.
"Hold them for me, honey" he asks, fumbling with his sweatpants to push them down enough to free his dick.
You eagerly obey and pull your panties to the side to reveal your soaking cunt. With one hand on your hip, he pscoots you close as his other hand holds his cock to guide it against your folds.
"Fucking..." he sighs closing his eyes as his head lulls back at the pleasure of your warmth against his cock.
Taking advantage of the moment, you dip your head to kiss his neck but David's quick to capture your lips with his. He stills his kiss for a moment as he stares hungrily at you, letting his hands do the work of guiding his dick into your entrance.
You smirk as you ease down slowly on his cock, watching how his mouth slowly opens into an O. The pained expression is purely based on the pleasure and self control he's got over himself to not cum right away.
"Easy, baby. Easy." You remind him by pressing kisses to his forehead as you start to slowly move your hips.
His hands squeeze at your hips and ass, so desperate to sink his fingers into your soft flesh.
"Fuck, you're wet on my cock, honey. Can't hold back too long" he begs.
"I got you, baby. It's ok" you pant riding his cock.
You gently grip at his hair while his mouth mauls at your neck. The moans he elicits out of you are aphrodisiacal music that weave through his veins and make straight for his dick.
He replaces your hand with his, holding your panties to the side from behind with his hand resting against your ass.
"Tell me you love me" he pleads, shutting his eyes hard as he feels his orgasm building.
"I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much. Love every single bit of you" you pant heavily rocking your hips roughly against his.
"God, don't stop, honey. Don't stop!"
I love you's spill from your mouth as you chase his release until you feel his broad body tense under your arms that hug him, filling you with hot white cum. Noting the way he stills your hip from the sensitivity, you pause long enough to let him calm down and slowly regain your movements to help soothe him.
Lifting his head, he kisses you, letting his tongue invade your mouth hungrily as his arms lock around your waist like a belt to hold your pussy on his bottoming out dick.
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only a fool for you by @mochimoshis
ೃ⁀➷ satoru gojo.
intertwined, sewn together by @kiwicider
luxury & lingerie by @celestie0
ೃ⁀➷ suguru geto.
the guy i lost my virginity to is stalking me by @gorehsk
lord of the rings.
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watcher of wanderers by @entishramblings
saltburn.
ೃ⁀➷ michael gavey.
the golden ratio by @ewanmitchellcrumbs
midpoint by @asumofwords
mine all mine by @humanpurposes
the poetry of logical ideas by @sylasthegrim
stick it out to the end by @aemondsbabe
the halcyon.
ೃ⁀➷ billy taylor.
one more tomorrow by @tomhiddleston
marvel.
ೃ⁀➷ bucky barnes.
nobody's soldier by @im-a-meteorite
ೃ⁀➷ kurt wagner.
bamf babies by @bamfkeeper
for love, we sin the most by @larcenywrites
kurt's instincts are still flaring... you know just how to help by @/bamfkeeper
parents by @/bamfkeeper
untitled by @dinogoofymutated
untitled by @dreaming-tonite
untitled by @kayesfanfics
untitled by @sanguineterrain
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untitled by @mustyrosewater
yawn by @delopsia
game of thrones / house of the dragon.
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hunger games au by @maidragoste
lotus bloom by @hxtd
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the best fit by @casterladyrock
my honor by @daemonbrain
war has changed by @villaingaze
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untitled by @thewritetofreespeech
prisoners.
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blood bond by @davidlcki
sfw alphabet by @charliehoennam
tall, dark, and handsome by @rebelliousstories
world on fire.
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rocking the boat by @ultraintrovertedgryffindor
dc.
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dangerous habits by @social-mockingbird
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my john by @watchoutforthefanfics
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right next door by @writersbarrierblock
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succession.
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normal people by @the-west-meadow
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"Just one step closer to the place my heart already lives."
☆ Listening to "Kiss me" by Sixpence None the Richer while writing this. ☆
Pairing: David Loki x fem reader (18+).
Warnings: none.
Synopsis: he invites you out to dinner with him.
Author's note: oh my god, you can't understand the crush I have for Jake Gyllenhaal in general, but with this movie he really outdid himself. I even have a collection just for him on Tik Tok hahah, anyway I hope you like it!
The reader is of legal age (I will never write for underage readers, only 18 and up).
Minors must not interact (MDNI).
If you want to make any requests, feel free to do so!
English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance :)
ෆ°ᡣ𐭩 . ° .
You find him waiting for you outside the police station, under a streetlight that emits a pale, intermittent light. His hands are in his jacket pockets and his gaze turned toward the road.
"I thought you weren’t coming," he says, without immediately turning around. You remain a step away from him. "I thought I wasn’t coming either."
Then he looks at you, finally. His eyes rest on you with that strange intensity that disarms you. It’s as if he sees things that you don’t even know you have inside, and yet you don’t feel exposed.
"Are you hungry?" he asks, and his voice is lower, slower than usual. As if he’s been thinking about this question for a long time, without finding another way to ask you. You stare at him for a moment, and you understand that it’s not a question of food, it’s an invitation. Unstated, unclear but sincere.
"Yes," you reply. "But only if it’s not a disguised interrogation." A corner of his mouth lifts, just a little. It’s not a real smile, but it’s something like it. "Not yet," he says.
The place is small, with red tables and an old song playing on a radio hanging on a nail. No one is looking at you and you sit across from him. He orders just a coffee and you get something simple.
He looks at your hands, your fingers around the glass of water. His eyes linger there, then come back up, slowly. When he meets your gaze, he doesn’t look away.
"You have a particular vibe…" he says, almost under his breath. "And I can’t tell if that’s something that attracts me or scares me." The sentence takes you by surprise. Loki isn’t one to say things like that, casually... not unintentionally.
"What if it’s both?" you reply. He lowers his gaze for a moment but then returns it to you. There’s something in his eyes that seems akin to desire. Contained, restrained but real.
"I didn’t ask you to come to dinner to distract you," he confesses. "I asked you to come because… I’ve been thinking about you… for days. More than I should."
Your heart races. Not because he caught you off guard but because he’s there, vulnerable. Naker than he thought he could allow himself to be. You reach out and place your hand on his, on the table, and he doesn’t pull it away.
"Me too," you say. "I was thinking about you." No more words are needed. The plate in front of you has gone cold, you stopped eating a while ago but you didn’t even notice. Loki plays with the knife, slowly turning it between his fingers as if he’s thinking about a question he can’t solve.
"Is it always like this?" you ask. "When you’re with someone... Do you just think about chance?" He looks up, slowly. His eyes are shiny, but not tired… rather, deep. Like a lake at dusk, holding all the cold of the night beneath the surface.
"I’m never with anyone," he says simply. The answer gets under your skin. You look down for a moment, then take a sip of water. You try to hide the fact that his words have affected you, but he sees it. He sees everything.
"Now what?" you ask. "Are you with anyone now?" A second passes, two, maybe three, and then he nods… small but firm "Yes." And he looks at you, silence.
"It’s a problem, you know?" you say, almost laughing. He raises an eyebrow. "For me or for now?" "Both." He smiles, but it’s more of a swipe of his lips... an expression that’s not his own, as if smiling was something he’s forgotten how to do, but is now trying to remember.
"You're right," he admits, then he takes a chip from your plate, dips it in ketchup with disarming slowness and eats it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You let out a laugh, it comes out spontaneously, almost shyly.
He looks at you immediately. "What’s wrong?" "I didn’t imagine you like this…" "Like what?" "calm." Another pause with the awareness that your barriers are starting to give way and that neither of you has the desire to defend them anymore. "I didn’t imagine you like this either," he replies. "I thought you were one of those girls who really want to communicate…" "I was."
You look at each other and neither of you look away anymore. Then he takes the cup, takes a sip of the coffee they brought you, and puts it gently on the table. His fingers brush yours, it’s almost imperceptible, but you feel it. God, you feel it.
You feel like talking, asking a thousand things - about the case, about his childhood, about the tattoo under his ear - but you don’t want to ruin this small and fragile space that has been created between you, made of simple gestures.
"So," Loki says, lowering his voice, "what’s happening now?" "What’s happening is that you’re looking at me as if you want to kiss me," you answer. He doesn’t step back but he doesn’t move forward either. He stays there, balanced on the edge.
"Maybe so," he says. "But not here, not with this crappy music." And you laugh again, and he looks at you with a mixture of surprise and warmth. "So you know how to laugh," he murmurs. "That’s rare of you, you should do it more often."
You look down, but only for a moment. "Maybe you should stay closer to me, so maybe it happens more often." When you leave the diner, the air is warmer than expected, and the sky is full of clouds that don’t promise rain but seem to be holding something back, like you.
Loki holds the door open for you, in his own way - almost absentminded. You walk slowly toward the car and neither of you are in a hurry, and the night seems designed to prolong that moment, to give it space.
"So," you say, trying to break the silence full of everything, "This was your idea of a romantic dinner?" He turns to you, looks at you, then does it. That sly little smile, so genuine it makes your stomach slip and for a second you understand why that man doesn’t have to say much to make you lose your balance.
"If it was romantic," he says, his voice low, "I wouldn’t have let you finish the fries alone…" You laugh unexpectedly. "So you’re possessive about food, too?" He takes a half step closer and his gaze drops to your mouth for a moment, then comes back up, more daring.
"It depends," he says, almost in a whisper. "On who’s on the other side of the table." Your heart pounds, but you don’t pull away, you meet his gaze, still. "And now that you’ve finished your coffee and your tough jokes… what’s going on?"
He looks at you for a moment, then raises an eyebrow. "What’s happening is that I’ve been thinking about you too much for a few nights," he says, directly. "And this dinner didn’t help." The silence after is short, but dense.
You step closer and the space between you is barely a breath. "And what do you usually do when you think about someone too much?" He tilts his head, that smile, again. More pronounced this time, almost amused.
"I usually walk away." You take another half step, teasing him. "And this time?" He doesn’t answer, he just looks at you. Then he puts a light hand on your side, as if he’s checking to see if he can and you’re letting him.
"This time," he says softly, his voice hoarse, "I don’t feel like it at all." And then he kisses you. It’s not a violent kiss, but a slow one, full of all the things he hasn’t said and doesn’t know how to say yet, and you answer him with the same intensity because you both know you’re not trying to fill a void, but to build something - even if only for tonight.
When he pulls away from you, he stays close to you. "Shall I walk you home?" he asks, but he does it in a tone that leaves every possibility open. You smile, and for once you tell the truth without hiding: "Yeah, thank you." And he simply nods.
⤷ 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐 (Warnings: smut. Synopsis: through the streets of the suburbs before going to your house.)
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⤷ 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐𝘐 (Warnings: heavy smut. Synopsis: a very romantic night with him.)
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 :)
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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.”
