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!!!
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.”
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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⌕When he first started to work with you, he was very professional and awkward. A tight lip smiled after you said a joke. It wasn’t that he didn’t find you funny; he just didn’t laugh easily.
⌕Surprisingly, he didn’t underestimate you, which was the first clue to you that he didn’t dislike you. He gave you the same amount of work as he did, sometimes even more than himself when he felt sick. You noticed this about a month into working with him. He didn’t question if you could handle it or not; he just gave it to you and expected you to say something if it was too hard for you. You talked a lot; he knew you would say something.
⌕You were the only person to visit him in the hospital while he was awake. He had noticed that after an intense case, everyone seemed more on edge around him, except you. You rambled on about what was happening at work and how the victims were doing. And when he asked where everyone was, you didn’t have the heart to tell him they were nervous around him now, and said that you didn’t know, but they had visited. Even though you knew it wouldn’t hurt his feelings, it hurt yours.
⌕David grew a soft spot for you the first time you were injured on a case. It wasn’t bad, a knife cut along her forearm, it wasn’t even that deep, but he was beyond anxious you would bleed out or something from how long the cut was. He didn’t run after the suspect when it happened, even though you were screaming at him to catch him and even tried to run after him yourself. He caught you and tried to force you into the car, but eventually with enough resilience, she got away and got close enough to him to tase the suspect. Later he apologized for being irrational about the situation.
⌕David wasn’t dumb. He had suspicions you liked him more than just as a friend when he gave you a cookie for Valentine’s Day (nervously and begrudgingly), and you blushed like a teenager. He acted super nonchalant about it, shrugging his shoulders as he gave it to you, saying it was from a coupon and he didn’t really enjoy sugar cookies. He was lying. He spent 10 minutes picking out the frosting design and flavor for you.
⌕He started doing little things you didn’t notice, making sure to park away from puddles on your side, opening doors for you. He didn’t pay for dinner whenever they went together on lunch; they always split, but he always did insist on tipping the waitress out of his pocket instead of splitting the tipping. It’s not like he didn’t want to pay for you; he just didn’t want you to know about his romantic interest in you.
⌕He caught you staring at him often, your guys’ desks right next to her due to being partners. You once shrugged it off as needing the paperwork he was looking at, even though he always printed an extra copy for you. He didn’t mention the loophole to your lie, simply handing his to you and taking the copy on your desk while staring at you. One of his more bolder moves he felt was appropriate to do.
Summary: She’s starting to get a little fed up with having such a pretty boyfriend.
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“Babe, stop glaring at the waitress.”
“Maybe she shouldn’t be hiking up her tits every time she comes over to the table.”
David sighed into his beer, the sound long-suffering but not annoyed. If anything, there was something fond in it. This was, unfortunately, a fairly common occurrence whenever David went out anywhere. It did not matter that his girlfriend was usually with him. Or that her zodiac sign was tattooed on his left ring finger, etched into his skin with more permanence than most people ever bothered with.
She was always watching women flirt with her boyfriend.
The waitress came back a moment later, all smiles and leaning a little too far forward, asking David if he needed anything else. David did not even look up at first, fingers idly spinning the condensation ring on his glass.
“No,” he said, flat and polite. Then, because he was David Loki and incapable of not being deliberate, he added, “We’re good. Thanks.”
We.
The waitress lingered half a second longer than necessary before retreating. His girlfriend huffed, arms crossing over her chest.
“I swear to God,” she muttered, “one day I’m going to start barking.”
David snorted despite himself. “You do that, I’m absolutely recording it.”
She shot him a look. “This isn’t funny.”
That made him look at her fully then. Really look. Her jaw was tight, eyes sharp, irritation sitting just beneath the surface. Not jealousy exactly, not the kind rooted in insecurity, but exhaustion. The kind that came from being constantly reminded that other people saw what was hers and felt entitled to acknowledge it.
David leaned back in his chair, studying her the way he studied crime scenes— careful, thorough, intent on understanding.
“You wanna tell me what this is really about?” he asked.
She hesitated, then exhaled sharply. “I’m just… tired, David. Everywhere we go, someone’s got something to say. A look. A comment. A linger. Like I’m invisible.”
His brow furrowed instantly. “You’re not invisible.”
“That’s not the point and you know it.”
She dropped her gaze to the table, fingers picking at the edge of her napkin. “I didn’t sign up to be dating the precinct heartthrob.”
David blinked. Then barked out a laugh. “The what?”
“Don’t play dumb,” she said. “You know what people say about you. You know how they look at you.”
He leaned forward now, forearms on the table, voice quieter. “I know how you look at me.”
“Yeah, well. I’m not the one blatantly flirting with you while your girlfriend’s sitting right there,” came her scoff.
David’s jaw tightened, something darker flashing behind his eyes. “Hey.”
She looked up at him then, caught by the edge in his tone.
“That’s not on me,” he said firmly. “And it sure as hell isn’t on you.”
There was a beat of silence between them, the low hum of the bar filling the space.
“You think I don’t notice?” he continued. “You think I don’t see it happen? Every time?”
Her shoulders slumped just a fraction. “Then why don’t you say something?”
“Because I don’t owe them anything,” David said. “And because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by turning every night out into a confrontation.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it again.
David reached across the table then, fingers wrapping around her wrist, grounding. “Listen to me.”
Her eyes darted up to his hesitantly, but enjoyed the comfort of his hold.
“I don’t flirt back,” he said. “I don’t encourage it. I don’t even entertain it. Because I go home with you. I wake up with you. I chose you.”
Her throat bobbed.
“And that tattoo,” he added, lifting his left hand slightly so she could see it. “That wasn’t a joke. That wasn’t a whim. That was me saying, ‘This is my person,’ in a way that doesn’t wash off.”
Her expression softened, frustration giving way to something more vulnerable. “It just feels like I have to share you with the entire damn world.”
David smiled faintly. “You don’t.”
She raised an eyebrow. “No?”
“No,” he said. “Because they don’t get me. They get a look. A fantasy. You get the reality.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
He stood, tossing some cash onto the table. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“Home,” David said, already pulling her up with him. “I need to remind you of something.”
The ride back was quiet, tension buzzing low but different now, charged instead of sharp. When they stepped into the apartment, David kicked the door shut behind them and backed her up against it gently, one hand braced beside her head.
She swallowed, “David.”
He leaned in, voice low, dangerous in that calm way of his. “Do you know how many people think they know me?”
She shook her head.
“Hundreds,” he said. “And not a single one of them knows how you sound when you laugh at stupid shit. Or how you steal the blankets. Or how you look at me like I’m something worth keeping.”
Her hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt. “You’re really laying it on thick.”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Because you need to hear it.”
He kissed her then; slow, sure, unhurried. The kind of kiss that was not about proving anything to anyone else. Just about them. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.
“You’re the one I want,” he said quietly. “You’re the one I go home to. Anyone else can look. That’s all they get.”
A small smile tugged at her lips. “So I don’t need to bark?”
He smirked. “Only if you want to.”
She laughed then, finally, tension breaking. David kissed her again, deeper this time, hands settling at her waist like he knew exactly where they belonged.
And if anyone else thought he was a heartthrob? That was their problem.
He was hers. And damn proud to show it off. With the marks the next morning to show for it.
Jake Gyllenhaal’s Detective Loki is a little too hot like what the fuck do you mean you’re angry all the time, have tattoos everywhere, hair slicked back and when you’re angry it becomes beautifully dishevelled and strands fall over your face what do you mean
