#detective loki

[sweeetestcurse]

Jake Gyllenhaal as Detective Loki in Prisoners

[gyllenhaalstories]

AT THE BREAK OF DAWN — DETECTIVE LOKI 🌅

summary: rise and shine, it's (barely) morning time and det loki needs you to start the day the right way.

pairing: detective loki x fem!reader

warnings: smut (quickie, sort of somno, free use, fingering, penetration, male focused pleasure). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 1970

gif credits: @/cinemagal (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

tag: @jakegooglyeyes ❣️

notes: the last det loki fic i wrote also included being woken up early by a phone call. wow, what a funny coinkydink. anyway at the time of writing this, i hated everything about it... enjoy, i guess 🖤 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"Got it. I'll be at the station soon." The brightness of his phone screen highlighted the tired features of his face. He blinked, he checked the time. It was four in the morning. "Shit." David set his phone down on the nightstand, breaking into a loud yawn.

The room filled with darkness again. You had your back turned to him, you pretended to keep sleeping. Maybe if you tried hard enough, your body would go back to sleep...

"Hey," Loki's hand gently nudged your shoulder. His voice was barely above a murmur. "You awake?"

How could you not be awake when the ringtone had ripped through the peaceful and silent night? You groaned in response. It was too early for words.

"Good."

You heard the bed sheets rustling. You felt David's warm skin against your back. You groaned again, though you sounded a lot less annoyed this time around.

He pressed a kiss on your neck. Then another one and another one... His large hand travelled from your side to your stomach. David pulled you against him.

His kisses left a trail of goosebumps on your shoulder. You kept your eyes closed, but your plans to go back to sleep were put on pause.

Loki smirked. He knew that, when he would be back from work, you would accuse him of being unfair. You could never turn him down, because he was too damn persuasive. And he would argue that it was not his fault. You were so easy for him. It was a tirade that happened several times before. And he would never get tired of it.

You noticed that he had stopped kissing you, so you grumbled a few words. "I'm not saying it, but I'm thinking about it really..." It was your turn to yawn. "Really hard."

You earned another smirk, as you proved that the two of you shared the same thought process. Poor you, it was indeed very unfair... His warm breath tickled your skin when he whispered at your ear. "Roll onto your stomach, baby."

You complied. Well, sort of. You let yourself lazily fall forward, until your front rested against the mattress. Good enough.

David wrapped you in a thick layer of praise while he pulled the bed sheets out of the way to have full access to you. "That's it, you're being so sweet to me."

Your leg moved up, to create space for David. He rewarded you with a deep grunt of satisfaction when you offered your body to him exactly how he wanted you to.

"Wanna keep the pillow?" Loki deciphered the mumbled noise you made and he slid a hand under your head. Gently, he lifted your head off the pillow so he could lean it on the headboard. He watched as you nuzzled your face against the mattress. His need for you was purely selfish at this moment, yet he still insisted you stayed as comfortable as possible.

That comfort was conditional. The realization hit you when David pushed more on your leg to get you in the position he needed from you. The stretch hurt your thigh and your hip, but he distracted you before you could complain about it.

He brushed his fingers over your exposed pussy. The wetness of your folds did not surprise him much. He was pleased to watch you take his middle finger in without much resistance.

You sighed when he twisted his hand, his palm now faced the ceiling. He inserted a second finger inside of you, preparing you.

Your whimpers encouraged him to plunge his fingers deeper inside of you. "You're taking me so well..." He kept going until you began to squirm on the mattress. Then, he rudely removed his fingers from your heat. "I know, baby, I know." He purred.

The softness in his voice did nothing to soothe your protests. You did not want him to stop at all.

"I fucked you so good last night..." David stated, you felt his large hand on your ass. "And you want more already?" He clicked his tongue, you could tell that the disapproval in his tone was just for show. Your abyssal desire for him was one of his favourite things about you. The feeling was completely mutual. "So greedy..."

Usually, you would buck your hips towards him or you would try to push back against his body so he would stop teasing you and he would surrender to your impatience. Your current position, pressed against the mattress, did not grant you those liberties.

"I bet you were hoping I'd get called into work early, huh?" David groaned. His right hand pulled on your ass cheek so he could admire the slickness of your skin. "I know you love it when I use you like this."

For a man of few words, he surely talked a lot — too much to your liking in the moment. There would be plenty of times when you would beg to have a long conversation with Loki, but not right now. Not when he teased your folds with the tip of his cock. Not when he had you mumbling a series of please, please, please.

Your pleas worked their magic and David guided his cock to your entrance. He grunted at the familiar, addictive warmth that enveloped him. "Fuck..." He pulled all the way out of you only to fill your pussy back up. Now he understood why you wanted to cut the dirty talk short; you felt too good to resist.

His thrusts were slow and deep, David repeated a couple of times that he knew how much you loved this. How much you loved it when he would use you to feel better... A long make out session with wandering hands, a nice blowjob to unwind after a tough day or a quickie before the sun went up in the sky. He loved all the ways you took care of him.

You placed a hand on your thigh and you pulled on the soft skin. You both whined when that helped him to reach just a bit further inside of you.

David adjusted his position. He leaned his elbow on the mattress right beside your shoulder while his large hand covered yours to keep your thigh pulled. It worked to keep you open and ready for the series of deep strokes that he enjoyed more than anything else, too.

Your eyes closed, but your mouth dropped open. It was your turn to speak, you replaced David's dirty talk with your cute whimpers.

He pressed his chest against your back, trapping you between him and the mattress that caved in under both of your bodies. His lips caressed your cheek while he poured desperate grunts into your ear.

You hissed softly when you felt his teeth grazing a bit on your skin instead of his kisses on your jawline. You let go of your thigh to grip on the bed sheets.

His fingers dug deeper into the flesh of your leg to prevent you from writhing away. "I know, I know..." Loki mumbled again. He could feel your pleasure build stronger, your walls clenched tighter around his cock.

Your moan got stuck in your throat when David picked up the pace. He started to chase his own high, he broke the perfect rhythm that would have made you both come together.

"Need it too much, baby." He apologized as he placed a kiss on your earlobe. His voice briefly muffled the sound of your skin slapping against his.

You could feel how badly he needed you, how much he craved the relief only your pussy could give him.

He kissed your orgasm goodbye with a small peck on the corner of your lips. Then, he lifted his head just a bit so he could watch your reactions. The crinkle of your eyes, the scrunch of your nose, the tremor of your upper lip... "So fucking beautiful."

You body jolted forward with each of his thrusts. He moved faster and deeper to get what he desired so desperately.

Suddenly, it all stopped when David buried himself as far as you could take him. He collapsed on top of you, so you could hear every second of his climax.

And you felt every drop of it, too. He had reached his peak while you were left right on the edge... You could call him out on his selfishness for leaving you hanging. But the fullness emptied your mind of its complaint.

All of your heavy breaths mingled together as it took several seconds for Loki to break the silence. "All good?" He placed a small kiss on the corner of your mouth again. He noticed that your lips turned upwards into a blissful grin. This quiet answer was all he needed.

You whimpered at the literal emptiness when he pulled out of you. He cooed at you, letting you know that he, too, wished he could stay this way all morning. Buried inside you, where he belonged.

David gently stroked your cheek with his tattooed knuckles. A silent way to thank you for helping him start the day in the best way.

You relaxed on the bed, your leg moved down a bit so you could try and soothe your aching muscles. You wanted to avoid getting a cramp knowing your man would not be there to massage it away.

"I'll charge your vibrator." David leaned in to kiss the spot behind your ear. "It'll be ready for you when you wake up again."

You moved your head, it was barely a nod but he caught sight of it.

He placed the pillow back under your head after you shifted to lay on your side. David kissed your skin again and he took a deep breath. He committed your scent to memory, your perfume, your shampoo, your arousal... He committed it to memory so it would make this early morning less torturous.

"Be careful at work." You mumbled, he shushed you to go back to sleep.

He got off the bed, only to quickly tuck the sheets around your form to trap you in a cocoon of fabric to replace the warmth of his body. He added a gentle tap on your ass once he was done. He grabbed the toy from the nightstand drawer and he got it all set up for you.

You figured out he was in a hurry: he did not take the time to shave nor to make coffee. You would have to go without the familiar white noise of David getting ready for work. The few birds that chirped outside and the breeze that blew through the trees would make for a decent replacement.

He checked around the quiet home, making sure he brought everything he needed for the day. He threw on his coat, but he interrupted himself to quickly fix the blanket and pillows on the couch. All you would need to do was to get cozy in the living room and to turn on the television. You more than deserved a lazy day after being so good to him.

You tried to follow the sound of David's footsteps, to imagine what he was doing in the other rooms even though you could not see him. Your imagination went blank, your eyelids felt too heavy. Your pillow was cold and oh-so comfortable. You let out a sigh, giving up the fight against your body to stay awake just a minute or two longer.

David checked his phone again. To no one surprise, he was running late. At least it was for the best reason. He zipped his coat and spoke loud enough for you to hear. "Love ya!" The front door opened, then closed right away. And just like that, Loki left you alone with the first sun rays of dawn.

the inspiration for this fic is a post by @/pinupwitchnik on instagram!!!

[freakytikigifs]

Jake Gyllenhaal as Detective Loki PRISONERS

[1liv]

JAKE GYLLENHAAL as DETECTIVE LOKI in PRISONERS (2013)

[gyllenhaalstuff]

nah cuz mean david loki is hella hot but then when he’s in you he completely melts and whines like a bitch

I’m gonna rip my hair out.

Bother

- Detective Loki

This gif makes me cum sorry

Summary: Seeing you talk back to him, David gets more bothered than he should, in ways he definitely shouldn’t.

Warnings: arguing, degradation, groping, semi public sex, mirror sex, change of dynamics, David is pathetic, piv sex, unprotected sex.

Word count: 1379

Notes: Hey, so this is ass. I still wanted to give this a try even though I’m not very good at writing mean characters. Hope you find it alright still xx :)

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If there was one thing David liked, it was being in control. Or at least feeling like he was. However, this didn’t mean that he never lost it.

Working for him entailed being bossed around a lot. There was never a moment to catch your breath, but continuous tasks, one after the other, for 8 hours straight. File this paper, call that department, email the forensics, go through the CCTV footage, copy this transcript. Through all of this, David remained stoic and stern, even though his wandering eyes told another story.

This way of work didn’t usually bother you; in fact, it was nice not being bored. But on bad days, God, you wanted to rip David’s head off. And if he got frustrated enough, his clothes too. On this particular day, you couldn’t make yourself do anything but stare at the wall and linger by the coffee machine. It got on David’s nerves; it was obvious by the way his forehead vein showed with the clenching of his jaw. With his work ethic, he couldn’t wrap his head around your slacking. He also couldn’t wrap his head around why this made him want to push you up against the wall instead of slamming your head into it. The latter bothered him the most.

“You didn’t send out that email,” he pointed out when you came back from the coffee machine, again, cup in hand. “Sorry, I’ll get to it. Just tired today,” you excused yourself; he didn’t seem to care. You weren’t weak, but getting told off felt horrible, so you complied. “We’re all tired today,” he mumbled back as if to say, ‘I don’t care if you’re tired. Do your job.’

You sat back down in the uncomfortable office chair, put your coffee on the desk, and opened your computer back up. Dear Pavlikovsky,. Regarding the skin cells collected from the steering wheel in the Finch case… You could finally think of words and actually put them into text. But life wasn’t going to be that easy, so to even it out, your elbow knocked your coffee cup over, spilling its contents across your desk before you were able to catch it. “Jesus Christ,” David sighed, “Can you do anything?” Like you needed to hear that, like you weren’t already pissed off at yourself and him. “I’m trying here!” you said back, accidentally raising your voice at him. He didn’t like that, not at all. “Yeah? Well, you should try harder,” he countered, matching your volume.

This was your final straw. You got up and left the room, making a straight line for the restrooms. Fuck this job, fuck David, and fuck Pavlikovsky. You pushed the door open and stepped into the tiled room. All the stalls were empty this time of day, thank God. You turned on the sink before splashing your face with water, drying it, and sighing. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, trying to collect yourself. 1, 2, 3, 4… But then the door opened, which was weird since you were the only woman left.

“Hey, no need to barge out like that.” Sigh. His voice was lower, but neither kinder nor calmer. “Why not?” You looked at him through the mirror, and for once he didn’t look like a dictator waiting to point fingers. “Because I like to be respected,” he explained while stepping forward, standing a foot behind you. He looked down on you in the reflection, with his arms crossed and eyes blinking compulsively from frustration. “Why should I respect you if you don’t even like me?” Maybe you should have kept quiet, but it was time to rip off the band-aid anyway. He snickered at this, at you. “I don’t dislike you.” David felt himself abandoning his morals as he took a step forward, pressing his crotch against you. “But I can’t stand you constantly disrupting me.”

Why he did this, he had no idea. Or he knew why he wanted to; he just didn’t understand how he could have. But as you had abandoned your tasks and disrespected his orders, his mind had gone elsewhere while his blood rushed to his groin. Control was slipping away.

It took a second for you to register what was happening, widening your eyes once you realized that your laziness wasn’t going to be punished but rewarded. You weren’t complaining about the change of events, not at all. In fact, this might get you back on track. Seeing this authoritative man fighting to keep his composure had arousal swirling in your stomach. His nostrils flared as his breathing deepened, seeing his crotch pressed up against you.

“I won’t stop you,” you admitted even though you still had some anger lingering. David looked relieved for a moment, a rare sighting. He placed one of his hands on your ass, making you lean your upper body against the sink and press back up against his erection. “Do you always slut yourself out like this?” he asked you, but didn’t back off. Instead, He pulled your pants down and squeezed the exposed skin.

Even though you had a hard time understanding his thought process, you didn’t question him. Especially when you saw him undo his pants in the reflection. You weren’t going to ruin this. You backed up against him once again. He hummed quietly through gritted teeth, still trying to maintain control.

“You did this,” he pointed out; it almost sounded like a threat, before pulling your panties down. The sight stirred him up, made him twitch in his boxers. He ran a finger through your folds, scoffing at your wetness, making you blush with embarrassment. He pulled his cock out, stroking it a few times before lining himself up. His breath grew shaky when your wetness warmed his tip; his eyelids even fluttered. He was slipping out of it.

He pushed in and whimpered like a bitch as your warmth hugged him. You couldn’t help but grin to yourself. You weren’t the slut here; he was. Getting riled up seeing you pissed off and then following you to the bathroom, hoping he would be granted some relief, that's pathetic.

He was moving inside of you slowly, too slowly. Realizing how weak he was made you take the wheel. So you pushed yourself onto his cock, without warning or concern. His nails dug into your hips as he whined at your sudden move. His mind kept telling him to keep his focus, to not lose himself. But he did. He was expecting to fuck you, not to be fucked. His plan had crumbled.

His hips made weak thrusts as you fucked yourself on him, mindlessly moving. The view in the mirror made your stamina feel infinite. His furrowed brows and slack jaw. And the cries spilling from his mouth were like a drug, making everything electric and your brain fuzzy. David thought he was going to melt into a puddle; he hadn’t had sex in so long he had forgotten how fucking good it could be.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” he mewled and gripped your skin tighter, forgetting how strong he was even when he was being pathetic. His hands would come to leave purple bruises on your hips. “You’re a weird fucking guy, David.” You scoffed as you tried to keep your tone strict amidst your struggling breaths. To your surprise, David’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment at your words. Regret built in him, which for some reason made his arousal do the same, making him feel even more ashamed. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled in his strained, high-pitched, whiny voice.

You upped your pace, making him fully moan. His noises bounced off the cold tile, echoing through the room. His hair was a mess; strands were falling down over his face. You almost felt proud, betting very few people ever got to see David like this.

He came with a loud whine; it almost sounded more like a sob. The fact that you had your superior cumming inside of you was a rush. You backed away from him, pulling off of his cock. “So this is why I bother you,” you turned around and huffed, “Just let me know next time you're horny so I don’t have to make a scene.”

[yearningforsolitude]

Rough Day?

David Loki x Reader

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.

[peacefulwriter88]

Part 1: Night Shift

Detective Loki x F!Reader

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? 

Warnings: cursing, m receiving from f

Word count: 3123

Tags: @emma-frxst @jakegyllenhaalscharacters @cryptidknownasmulder @gyllenhaalstories

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. 

Tags are open

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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All content was written originally by me; please do not repost, use, or market as your own work.

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𐙚David Loki x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder, Smut

𐙚Summary: Detective Loki crosses professional boundaries with newly assigned admin assistant

*. *

The clouds casted dark shadows across the atmosphere creating a dullness to your work day, the shitty weather made it so much easier to feel stressed. You kept your hands on the steering wheel signaling to turn left before entering the parking lot to Conyers Police Department.

You've loyally been working there for a couple of years now as an administrative assistant, it wasn't amazing.. it was often quite stressful as the police department was constantly dealing with limited resources. Earlier in the year your work was dedicated to O'Malley; making phone calls, handling paperwork, organizing files and databases etc. However you were now admin assistant to Detective Loki as he was taking on more cases, he was going to need extra help with the smaller things. Your pay was raised by a couple thousand after you pleaded to O'Malley not to change departments- only because working with Detective Loki was a lot more intense and you were already heavily stressed.

Today will be exactly seven days that you've been working with David. He's a quiet guy, doesn't have much to say however he's constantly observing his surroundings. He seems patient some days but it usually gets opposed with a short temper the next day, never purposefully though. He doesn't speak much with you, only gives on word answers which is sometimes frustrating. He's very serious about his work and is dedicated to justice, which means he's always taking on the most.. which then means you have more work to do.

You parked your car close to the doors of the station as it began to lightly rain and you didn't want to get wet in the slightest. You quickly opened your car door and planned to lightly jog towards the entrance of the station. Your exit from the car was accompanied by a slight trip as your choice of heels may not have been the best idea for today. Swiftly, you made your way to the door opening it and bolting inside. The station was quiet today, many of the detectives and officers didn't have much to do opposed to Detective Loki who was currently working on a murder case.

"O'Malley." You nodded, greeting the Captain of the station while passing by his office.

"Late." He stated seeming unphased, staring at the screen of his desktop while typing away.

You peered down at your watch on your wrist and you were only late by a minute. What an asshole. You often found that in the workplace O'Malley and Loki seemed to but heads a lot of the time. Loki always seemed to push harder for justice while O'Malley was trying very hard to follow protocols by the books. You tried to keep your nose out of their business because the cases they dealt with were always quite serious.

You reached your desk in the open office area, only a couple of detectives were around today less than usual, but you spotted Loki at his desk surrounded by many papers and files. His back was hunched over and he was whispering things under his breath while chaotically scanning files. He looked stressed. You sighed to yourself wondering why you had chosen such a chaotic environment to work in. You placed your briefcase on your desk while quickly scanning some of the new papers that had been placed on it earlier this morning. Some were incident reports, arrest reports and a small sticky note with a list of phone numbers. David had placed these here however you weren't sure why completed arrest reports and incident reports were given to you.

You headed towards David's desk, your heels made a specific clicking sound on the tile floor which constantly bothered David, however he never told you about it. He turned around at the sound coming from behind him then up towards you, he then looked back down at his files as you grew closer.

"Morning, detective." You almost whispered, the work place was eerily quiet.

"Again, its David. " He reminded you. You'd made the mistake of constantly calling him detective as you were more used to working with O'Malley who had more professional expectations, however David liked to work in more personal terms. He didn't like everything done by the books.

"Right." You nodded, simply just wanting to get to your point. "Well I see you've left completed reports on my desk, what would you like me to do with them?"

"Proof read them, thanks." He muttered, back still turned to you while he was focused shuffling through the files on his desk.

"Gotcha." You responded quickly.

His back still remained turned, you wondered what case or even cases he was dealing with for him to be so focused. His breathing was slow as if he were trying very hard to understand the content he was reading, it was almost as if he was trying to put together a puzzle.

"Oh, and the phone numbers?"

"Just" He paused before turning around in his spinning chair, "Finish the reports first okay?" He asked while running a hand through his dark gelled back hair. You found yourself staring at David sometimes hoping he'd never catch you, he was very charming in your eyes and his shadowing demeanor was always attractive to you, especially that tattoo on his neck. He looked good today, he was wearing an all black outfit.

"Okay." You gave a thumbs up, hoping to lighten the mood.

In return he just gave a closed mouth smile which looked half forced, before turning around again in his spinning chair with his back faced towards you. In all honesty, he just wanted to focus on his work and the clicking of your heels and the sound of your voice started to irritate him, of course again he never said anything about it.

*. * ·

Hours had past and unexpectedly editing the reports had taken so much longer than what you had in mind. You peered outside the windows to change up the scenery for at least a second and it was very dark. You scanned over a few more paragraphs, admittedly your editing was becoming more sloppy as you were growing more tired. You gathered all of the papers and stacked them, admiring your annotated pen notes beside the report texts. Before you could get up and walk towards David with those annoying heels,

He announced, "You can go home, sorry for keeping you so late."

"Oh, it's no problem. I finished editing the files, took a little longer than expected but it all worked out."

You heard him sigh loudly before turning around in his chair, he stared at you for a moment, his eyes peering downward. You wondered if he was looking at your legs as you were wearing a pencil skirt. You looked down toward your legs then back up locking eyes with him. "Good, go home." He stated.

Before he could turn around once more you wondered, "What time do you want me in tomorrow?"

"Morning please. Thanks." He responded, leaning forward with an elbow on his knee and cheek cradled in his palm. David had a couple of thick silver wrings on his fingers which you noticed.

"Hm, okay. Out of curiosity what cases.. or case are you working on?" You asked softly, not wanting to cause anymore stress on the man. You were slowly stepping forwards headed towards his desk. You needed to hand him the edited papers anyway, why not converse a little.

He sighed before moving his position and fixing his posture. "Missing persons case, been stuck on it for a few weeks. O'Malley isn't too happy about it. We've just got no leads recently." He shook his head, he didn't seem as though he wanted to go into depth about the details that surrounded the case.

"Anything I can do to help?" You asked, while gently placing the stack of edited reports on his desk closely beside him.

"I was thinking about it. I'll let you know..." He stated with eyes glued to the files again like earlier. You glanced down looking at a few of the pictures that were out on his desk. They contained bloody images of injuries on a human, you couldn't quite tell if it was a female or male. You cringed at the sight, it was quite gruesome.

"Mm, okay." You responded, disturbed from the images.

"Need a ride home? It's late." He asked,

It was unusual that David was offering you ride and then actually speaking to you this much, he was so quiet and focused all the time. It was refreshing.

"I've got my car today, but thank you. Have a goodnight David." You smiled, emphasizing his name and the fact that he doesn't need to correct you anymore. As you walked past him and towards the doors to exit the station he admired your figure and the way your skirt slid up the back of your legs every time you took a step. You didn't know it but your closeness to him when placing the edited reports on his desk caused him to feel slightly turned on. David was a lonely man, so caught up in his work and stressing to save everyone, you were a good distraction. Sometimes you frustrated him because he felt as though you were playing games with him, but in reality he kept having to remind himself you were truly weren't and that you were completely oblivious to his thoughts.

*. * ·

The sound of your phone began ringing which caused you to jump up in your bed, you rubbed your eyes and blinked rapidly trying to gain vision before checking your phone. You sighed in annoyance, due to the time which was 5 am, and the caller, which was David.

"Hello" You answered,

David could tell he had woken you up, "Need you down at the station quickly, or I can pick you up." He stated, there were many voices in the background of the call from his end.

"Um, I-" You began, but was interrupted.

"I'm going to pick you up, be ready." David said, before hanging up abruptly.

You brought a hand to your face before heavily sighing, it was so damn early. You wondered what was wrong because David never calls, and all the background noise in the phone call sounded concerning.

After you were finished getting ready you waited for David to arrive. Today was again a dull rainy day the ground was full of melting slush that used to be snow and the sky was dark. As soon as you saw David heading up your street, you walked out of the door and locked up. His car pulled in front of your home and you sped walk towards it before letting yourself into the passenger seat.

He began driving without warning, his hands were gripping the wheel tight enough that his knuckles were turning white.

"Thought you'd be helpful to me, I know you have background experience as an ex forensics intern. Your work is good and I trust you, I want you to come to a crime scene with me. Suspect that was part of the missing persons case is now pronounced dead." Loki said, all of this was said intensely and quickly.

You nodded your head promptly, glad that you finally may be getting more experience that you deserve, not some shitty assistant position that O'Malley put you on, doubting your skills. "Thank you, means a lot. I can help." You reassured him.

A few minutes away from the scene the car stops at a red. David turns to look at you, his eyes scanning you body up and down. Not that skirt and those heels again he thought to himself. Were you trying torture him? He enjoyed what you wore but maybe he should've given you a dress code before spontaneously telling you about where you both were headed.

*. * ·

The crime scene was a bloody mess. You saw news reporters in front of caution tape and behind the caution tape was a mauled body, from your experience you could confidently say the body was a couple of days old. It made sense that the body was this old as the crime scene was merely located on a trail in the forest, so isolated.

You looked down at your heels.. a little embarrassed. You thought to yourself how you would be able to walk to the crime scene. It was only three or four meters away but the ground was muddy, had ice and melting snow as well as sticks and leaves everywhere.

David exits the car first and you exit a few seconds after, you smile at yourself thinking how the fuck you will manage to walk through all of this... debris? David is behind you waiting for you to begin walking. You start to step forwards, only walking in big careful steps, almost as if you were tip-toeing.

"Tough in heels." He chuckled, you turned around shot him a glare.

"Yeah, kind of wish someone would've told me where we were going first." You circled your finger towards the crime scene.

You continued walking forwards before twisting your ankle on a log, you fell backwards into David, who was quick to grab your waist and keep you on your feet. You could feel his ring digging into your side which made you really anxious, you liked it. His hands were dangerously close to your bottom, he then removed one hand and kept the other on your waist, he towered behind you before guiding you forwards past the log.

"Thanks." You mumbled, finding the whole situation awkward.

"Keep moving." He nodded, after David had put his hands on you, he wanted more. That damn skirt wouldn't stop moving.

As soon as you reached the crime scene David pulled out a badge from his pocket and showed the on site police officers. You followed quickly and closely behind him, there were a couple of forensic technicians surrounding the body. The body was a female. There were also other detectives which cleared out as soon as David showed up because this was a part of his case.

David grabbed your forearm rather roughly before whispering, "These guys don't know what they're doing. This is why I need your help." He whispered in your ear while subtly pointing at the other two forensic technicians who were bent down analyzing.

"I see" You said.

"I'll have you analyze and collect evidence and then write a report. I want it done by tomorrow." He stated, seriousness was evident in his tone.

You didn't respond as you were too busy taking in the scene, you felt a large hand being placed on your shoulder, your heart skipped a beat, "Hey, got it?" David asked raising his eyebrows, making sure you understood the instructions of his orders.

"Oh, yes, yes, got it." You nodded rapidly, analyzing and collecting evidence could take hours let alone writing a damn report.. all of this to be done by tomorrow was a lot.

David began to clear out the forensic technicians, "Thanks for your work, send it to the station.." You zoned out while bending down to take a look at the body. The female was cut from her chest up as if someone wanted to perhaps open up her body. You were given a camera, gloves, and several tools to analyze and collect evidence. You were glad to be given this work and that your skills were finally appreciated.

*. * ·

Zipping up the last bag of evidence and disposing your glove you finally called out to David who was scanning the area around making sure to sweep every important related spot. You announced that you were finished, again another late night working the sun was setting and it began to grow much colder. You waited for him at the car which was locked and you couldn't help but begin to shiver. Your legs were completely frozen from the cold air, especially from the constant gusts of wind.

"Hey. Doors are open now." David breathed out, while walking quickly towards the drivers seat. You opened the door excitedly, thankful to be getting out of the cold and out of the crime scene. Today has been a lot.

David didn't want you to leave yet, he didn't want to drive you home yet. You still looked too good today. You didn't know it but David was under an extreme amount of stress as someone had just died and maybe if he could've found a lead in this case, the death of an innocent could've been stopped. The pressure on him wasn't from O'Malley or protocols, it was simply rooting from the fact that he couldn't save this person.

He started the car and sat in silence, gripping the steering wheel tightly once again, he stared into the distance before shaking his head and sighing. Now you could tell this case was really bothering him. You observed his movements and his appearance, you've always wondered what the story was behind the tattoo on his neck.

"You okay David?" You asked, while turning in your seat to face him.

He nodded slowly, "Yeah." He answered quickly, almost brushing off your question not wanting to admit that he wasn't okay, he wouldn't be tough anymore if he spoke about his feelings. "Report tomorrow." He reminded you again, almost said as if it were a distraction to talk about his feelings.

"Yes." You sighed while rubbing your hands together for warmth. It was so cold that you were able to see your breath. "Mind turning on the heat?" You asked.

He looked at your crossed legs, skirt so high up your thighs. "Course." He nods, before turning the heat on high at full blast. He couldn't keep his eyes off your legs, he wanted that skirt off. He felt as though you were testing him again, the "accidental" trip on the log, and your crossed legs... He brushed off his thoughts and started the car in order to leave.

*. * ·

The car was headed towards the station and you wondered why, it was getting to be quite late and you still had the report due.

"Just have to pick up a few files, come inside." David stated, before parking and abruptly exiting the car. You left the warm car trailing behind him, hoping this wouldn't take long. In all honesty, you were a little stressed about the report.

David held the door open for you, as you walked past his large frame. You gave him a slight nod as an act of thanking him. He began walking fast to his desk, you weren't sure which files he was looking for specifically. He first pulled a couple of drawers open, then slammed them shut roughly when he didn't find what he wanted, the sound echoed the dark empty open office spaces. Afterward he began looking through papers on his desk, scattering them everywhere, some were falling onto the ground. He was beginning to grow frustrated you could tell.

"What are you looking for maybe I can help?" You stepped towards him, heels clinking on the ground, once again frustrating him even more, testing him again.

He stood up immediately without answering your question, back turned against you. He looked all over his desk while standing up to see if he could spot the desired file but it was no where to be found. He put his hands over his face and rubbed his eyes before heavily sighing in distress. He combed his fingers through his gelled hair with both hands, "Can't find this fucking case file anywhere!" He yelled, all of his stress came to him at once. His voice echoed the room and you took a slight step back a little cautiously. You knew David wouldn't do anything but you've seen what he's done before, he was strong.

His breathing was heavy and he removed his coat throwing it onto the ground, it seemed to be overstimulating him. He was left with a black fitted t- shirt and black pants. Similar outfit to yesterday.

You didn't know what to say, you didn't want to tell him to calm down, it would possibly frustrate him more. "Look, we'll find it." You assured him placing a gentle hand on his upper back.

You felt his breathing slow down, he manically turned around and you felt one of his hands around your neck, pushing you down onto his desk. He put his hands around your waist roughly holding you down and placing his lips onto yours. You wanted this, for a while to admit. You held onto his muscular forearm for support while his knee made it's way in between your thighs moving dangerously far up and separating your legs. You closed your eyes and let out a noise as he began to go for your neck sucking and biting hard, surely this would leave a mark tomorrow. David smiled into your neck after hearing you. You moved towards his knee in between his legs, wanting more however it all just hit you that this was happening with David in the fucking office.

You put your hands on his chest and moved your neck away however you were unsuccessful as he roughly grabbed your torso to put you back in place holding you down once again and continuing to go at your neck. Your heels had fallen off at this point and you were a mess underneath him.

"David" You breathed out, "I think we need to stop." You tugged at his bicep a couple of times, he stopped kissing you and started to unbutton your white blouse with one hand, button by button. While the other hand was slowly sliding up your skirt separating your thighs. His hand began to rub slow circles over your panties which drove you crazy. You didn't want him to stop, but this also wasn't professional, and it just hit you that there were cameras in here as well.

"Mm David Loki, I need to start the report." You started, but weren't able to finish

"Aren't there cameras?" You mumbled frantically while simultaneously melting at his touch. He stopped unbuttoning your shirt and kept his other hand underneath your skirt, while stopping his hand motions.

"The report can wait, we'll do this somewhere else." His voice dropped, calm but cold. He removed his hands from underneath your skirt and began tearing the desk apart again ignoring your presence. Slightly in shock you jumped down from the desk and began to slide your heels back on. You combed your fingers through your hair before beginning to button your blouse back up.

"Leave that." David stated,

You looked up at him in confusion

"Your blouse." He simply said, before continuing searching for the file.

You sighed, might as well just leave it you thought. You didn't want to be held up any longer so you your eyes began scanning the ground, there was a brown folder on the ground by the corner of one of the desk legs, you pointed it out to David, who's eyes then glistened with hope, this was the case file finally.

He kneeled down and swiftly grabbed the file to hold onto it. He put it underneath his armpit and began heading towards the door after picking up his coat.

You were confused about the whole situation, he seemed unresponsive, you didn't know what his next actions were, he seemingly just treated you as if you were invisible. You instantly followed closely behind David who was headed towards the car.

He entered the drivers seat while placing the file onto his lap. Your shaky gaze connected with his, you were nervous to make a wrong move.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked while looking up at him glazy eyes, you were worried you'd ruined the moment by stopping him earlier, and his silence was used as a punishment towards you.

"No, no, no," He whispered while placing a large hand on your knee, rubbing soft circles with his thumb. "Get in the back seat hm?" His entire demeanor changed.

You obeyed immediately and climbed into the back seat, David wasted no time entering through the side door. He instantly grabbed you by the ankles and slid you on top of him. You straddled his lap before snaking your hands to the back of his neck and lightly tugging on his hair while he greedily kissed your lips. Your heels somehow managed to stay on.

David began squeezing your waist with his large hands as you slowly grinded on him, he let out a noise of satisfaction. He now continued to unbutton your shirt once again much rougher than before, he seemed starved. He discarded your blouse onto the ground before slowly massaging your breasts, he held onto the back of your shoulders. his fingers and his rings digging into your skin as his tongue grazed your breasts. He pulled away to see your facial expressions looking hungrily at you, as you satisfied yourself on his clothed cock.

With no warning he pushed your panties aside and swiftly ran a finger through your folds, you immediately whimpered. "That feel good?" He mumbled while another one of his fingers entered you. He began to rub agonizingly slow circles inside of you. You squirmed underneath him, you were a whining mess, your skirt was pooled by your hips, your blouse had been discarded and David was still fully clothed and in control.

"Tell me." He stopped. You whined before grabbing his wrist tightly while leaning your head against his, panting out of breath,

"Mhm, yes." You whispered against his lips, where you felt his mouth curve into a smile.

He now added another finger inside of you, slowly finger fucking you as you leaned your head into his neck holding onto his shoulders. He was just merely using his fingers and this was enough for you to lose control. You felt his cold rings inside of you which almost sent you over the edge, almost as though you were close to finishing.

He continued to move his fingers in and out of you aggressively while placing light kisses on your forehead, until your body became tense and you began to lightly shake. He sensed you were almost going to finish and immediately pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and dissatisfied.

"I don't want you finishing because of my fingers." There was no humor in his voice he looked at you dead in the eyes while holding your jaw.

He began to unbuckle his belt and you stopped him so you could do it. He slid his hands up and down the sides of your thighs softly as you un-did his belt and unzipped his pants. He pulled himself out of his boxers and you were very pleased with his size yet a little fearful. Was he going to fit? This was only your second time so everything was a little nerve wracking.

"I- will it fit?" You blurted out shaking your head. You were currently sitting at the end of his knees ready to be fucked but now you were questioning this.

"Wait,"

"Just fucking sit on it, we'll go slow." He suggests while reaching for your waist manhandling you and slowly lifting you to line up with him. Without a warning he pushed you down onto his cock, not just the tip, the entire thing. You immediately felt full and in pain, you hissed before squeezing his forearms.

"David- I said to wait.." You whispered breathily while looking down.

David was busy closing his eyes in a state of euphoria as he heavily sighed in, this was the best he's ever had. You leaned in, to kiss him and slowly began to move, attempting to ease through the pain. The pain began to subside with immense pleasure however after only a few of your movements, your stamina didn't last long and your body was extremely tired from moving up and down on David. You stopped for a split second,

"Can you help," You asked David while draping your arms around his neck and leaning your head on his shoulder out of breath. You could smell the cologne on his neck which drove you crazy, it was a hint of fresh mint and frosted pine, it was metallic and unforgiving.

"Mhm yeah baby." He breathed out,

With his strength he began to move you up and down, it seemed to easy for him. It was soft and gentle at first however slowly his movements into you became more hostile and aggressive. You were so fucked out you couldn't even continue kissing him anymore you just leaned your forehead against his while your body was moving up and down without you putting any work into it.

"I think I'm going to finish" You softly whimpered in his ear,

He continued moving rough and hard for himself before responding, "Go ahead." He panted, not far from it as well. His last few thrusts had sent you over the edge gasping as your small frame leaned fully against his, he continued pounding into you before wrapping his hands around your body and leaning his head into your collarbones. He pulled out quickly while panting heavily, weakly placing individual kisses on your neck.

The car was steamy and silent, filled with panting and breathing.

"Do you have the time..?" You asked David breaking the silence. Your head was still laying on his shoulder tiredly.

"It's 10 O'clock, still gives you enough time to write that report." He cheekily smiled, before attempting to lift you off of him. You nudged his hands away and continued to put your entire weight on him as you were still catching your breath. He was seemed to have a lot of energy and some how didn't seem tired at all. You looked at yourself compared to him, you were nude versus him who still had his black shirt on, sleeves hugged his biceps perfectly.

"I'm tired David." You sighed, slowly crawling off of his lap legs shaky. You couldn't tell if he was serious about still having the report done by tomorrow, I mean in the afternoon sure, but not the morning. He wrapped his hands around your ankles before pulling you close to him, in an upright position. He wiped up your thighs and pulled your skirt back down while searching on the ground for your blouse, still silent. You inched closer before looking up at him,

"We're not going to tell anyone about this right, I mean O'Malley would freak-"

He shook his head instantly "No one will know." He assured you, handing you your scrunched up blouse.

"Can I have the report done in the afternoon?" You questioned, really hoping he'd say yes. You couldn't imagine starting it tonight.

"I suppose. Clean up, I'm taking you home now." He stated blankly, before exiting the car and entering the drivers seat.

You couldn't quite understand his moods and temperament because one second he seemed totally into you and the other he seemed totally uninterested.

"Okay, thank you." You sighed with relief.

"I want it on my desk tomorrow at 12." He plainly stated, before turning on the car and backing out of the driveway. "We have a case to solve."