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Homemade Meals and Films | Detective Loki x m!reader
@areyouwaiting asked: well here I am
Det. Loki x male reader
“You’re not eating that shit, I’ll make you something decent” as a prompt because that bitch doesn’t eat right
Thanks <33
summary: Loki has shit eating habits, but you've finally got an excuse to change that.
tws: swearing, mentions of smoking
Admittedly, when he was working, Loki ate like shit. He also slept like it. Black coffee and occasional snacks throughout the day weren't exactly any good for him, neither were cigarettes and cans of Red Bull. Sure, he could have easily gotten something a little better, or at least filling, at any of the fast food and takeaway places that were around, as they were open for a good chunk of the day and they were nice and cheap, but Loki rarely ever went there; usually, he found himself sat in the same cafe drinking the same shit as always. He never ate properly, never drank properly, he never slept properly; every day, he would come home to you in the exact same state. Hungry. Tired. Looking like a bag of shit that had been dragged through a bush backwards. In all the years you had known him, and in all the years since that you had been dating, you had always wanted to change that; you wanted to make sure that he was properly fed, that he wasn't just drinking black coffee and that he was actually getting some fucking sleep, but you had never gotten the chance.
Until tonight. Until he came home at quarter past two in the morning, when the air was cold and the wind was howling and the rain was on tap, when the streets were quiet and the biggest worry you had was making sure that the television would pause before 'Train to Busan' started on the film channel. You made sure that you had everything set up just right; the bedding changed and still warm from the tumble dryer, the scent of leather coating the air in the room, the lights turned off except for the little lamp that sat in the corner, the duvet chucked on the sofa as the television froze when you pressed the pause button. The film would start in half an hour. Pots and pans on the stove as you decided that you would make the thing that would be best for him: a good strong curry. Thankfully you had enough spices and herbs that it would actually taste of something and that it would actually have a kick to it instead of that mild bullshit people often had. A good strong curry; filling, good for the body, and good for the mind.
Loki came home just as you were pulling the vegetables out, laying them in order beside the wooden chopping board; he didn't think much of it, draping himself across your back and kissing your neck sweetly as he grumbled so softly. "What are you doing?"
"I know you went to the café," you started, grabbing a peeled onion and starting to chop it up. "And you're not eating that shit, I'll make you something decent - I'm gonna make you a curry."
He smiled, nuzzling into the back of your neck as he closed his eyes and grumbled again, ever so faint and ever so soft; he could smell the spices already, making his stomach growl as he did his best not to complain about it. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, and he could feel the slight shiver from the winter air begin to creep its way up, making him clench his jaw. "What kinda curry?"
"It's a veggie Phaal," you told him. "It'll be good for you, trust me."
"How?"
"It's filling," you started, "so it'll fill your stomach more than black coffee and fucking snacks. It's balanced and nutritious... and it's good for the mind."
Loki grumbled again. "How?"
"It tastes good," you chuckled softly. "And stuff that tastes good is always good for the mind... but don't worry - there's a horror film on tonight, so I figured, y'know, we could snuggle down after eating. Watch it together. I brought the duvet down, too."
He couldn't stop the smile that came to him as he turned around and looked at the sofa; the thick duvet smothering it, the frozen television screen, he recognised the lumps of pillows beneath the duvet, too. "Thank you."
"It's not a big deal," you scoffed. "I mean, I'm your boyfriend - isn't it part of the territory that I gotta look after you?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
"Then go sit down," you told him gently. "Get yourself comfortable, and we'll eat, watch a film, and then go to bed."
All Loki could do was nod as he dared to pull away from you, thinking to himself how lucky he was that he had such a caring boyfriend as he got himself comfortable amongst the duvet and the pillows; maybe one day, there would be a canopy in your future. Maybe one day, there would be a glass to step on. Maybe. If you put up with him long enough.
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The Implicit Demand for Proof (11)
Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader
Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for detective Loki?
Warnings- movie level violence, su*cide guns, language. (I don’t think I’m forgetting anything.)
A/n- alright folks this chapter includes the scene where Bob Taylor dies by su*cide (unalives himself).We will process readers reaction/ Lokis reaction to it and thoughts/feelings about it. I know y’all have seen the movie and know what happens , just giving you fair warning.
A/n 2- this chapter is long as fuck, do with this information as you will.
Series masterlist here
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“Bob Taylor, I’m agent (L/N) with the FBI.” You said, sitting down at the table across from him.
“So I hear that you told detective Loki you killed Anna” you slid Anna’s picture in front of him. “And Joy.” You did the same with her picture.
He let out a quiet ‘yes’.
“Okay. I’m going to get you a tissue for your bloody nose and a bandaid and then we’re gonna talk, ok?”
He nodded.
After making a psychological profile of Bob, you decided that going in soft would be best. You could tell it was already working. His body language changed almost instantly at your presence. He was less nervous, but nervous nonetheless. He had definitely been doing something.
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Loki watched (y/n) interrogate Bob while forensics processed the clothing found at the scene. David was enjoying every minute of it. It was so fascinating to him how easily (y/n) got into Bob’s head.
“See, what you’re telling me is different from what you told my partner.” She said.
Partner…Loki no longer felt an overwhelming feeling of dread at that word; it had grown on him since she had been around.
“Let me tell you something Bob. I’m a forensic psychologist. Do you know what that is?”
He nodded yes
“You do? Good.” You paused. “Then you may know that means I know when you’re telling me lies. And I don’t like lying!” You exclaimed, slamming your fist on the table.
He drew back, shocked that you were no longer friendly.
It gets them every time.
“I-I- I’ll draw a map..to the bodies.”
You swiped your photos off the table then placed some paper and a small pencil in front of the man.
“Get drawing.” You spat.
Oh Loki definitely liked her. That bit of sass coming out right then? Yes please.
“Loki, the families are here.” Officer John informed him as he poked his head into the room.
Loki let out a sigh. Time to see if any of the clothes found belonged to the girls.
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Loki came to stand next to you as you watched Bob Taylor obsessively draw mazes from behind the one way glass.
“How’d it go with the parents?” You asked him.
He sighed.
“Both sets of parents recognized at least one piece of clothing. Dover blames me for the whole thing. Says I wasted time following him.”
“Shit.” You said as you anxiously ran a hand through your hair. “You know it’s not your fault, right?”
“You get anything?” He inquired, changing the subject.
“No…yes…I dunno…something’s off.” You stated.
“What’s he doing right now?”
“Drawing us a map to the bodies.”
Loki, with brow raised, doubted that.
“It looks like the scribbles on the walls in his house.”
“Good eye, detective.” You complimented.
You didn’t miss the way Loki’s lips curved upward into what was almost a smile.
“What are you thinking?” He inquired.
“I’m not positive. Is the conference room free? I need space to think.”
“Yeah, it is.”
You grabbed your increasingly thick file folder and made your exit.
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Loki didn’t wanna bother y/n while she was working, but Bob Taylor had been doing nothing but scribbling mazes for the past hour and he was getting bored. He needed an excuse to interrupt her.
Then, an idea struck him.
Coffee.
Not shitty break room coffee. The good shit from the shop down the street.
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After a quick trip, Loki made his way down the hall to the conference room and leaned up against the door frame.
She had all her papers spread out on the bulletin board and onto the table and some even in the floor. String connected from one picture to another as (y/n) scoured her web of case notes. She was too focused to notice him standing there.
In the few seconds Loki stood there awkwardly with coffee in hand, he began to overthink his decision.
Is it weird that I knew her regular order? Would she get the wrong impression from this? What if she think it’s strange that I went out of my way just for her? Maybe I should just let her be, I should go. Oh too late she saw me. Fuck. No, it’s fine. Just be cool.
She smiled immediately upon seeing him, putting Loki’s troubled mind at ease.
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Movement at the door caught your eye, you turned around and noticed Loki standing there, immediately motioning for him to come in.
He carefully stepped around all your organized chaos until he was in the center of what looked like a paperwork tornado.
“I hope you know I don’t usually work in such a mess like this.” You sheepishly admitted.
“Even if you did I wouldn’t stop you.” He assured you.
You looked up and noticed he was holding two cups of coffee.
To your surprise, one was for you.
“Figured you could use one.”
You smiled at the gesture, coffee and detective Loki? What more could a girl ask for?
“I can always use one. Thank you.”
You took a long sip and you were immediately taken aback by the the delicious flavor flooding your tastebuds.
This definitely wasn’t break room coffee. This was coffee shop coffee.
Actually, it was exactly what you would order at a coffee shop.
You looked at the order label stuck to the side of the cup.
Yep. That’s your order, down to a T.
Loki had memorized your coffee order.
Loki had memorized your coffee order!
“You memorized my order?” You couldn’t help the sheepish grin that plastered itself onto your face.
Loki, who was was looking very pleased with himself, nodded.
“You only order it a hundred times a day-and that’s since you’ve been here. Can’t imagine what you’re like back home.” A sly grin made its way to his lips.
“Hey!” You exclaimed, playfully whacking him with the papers in your hand.
He let out a chuckle, which was music to your ears.
“Sounds to me like you’ve got a caffeine addiction” he mumbled, taking a sip of his coffee as he nonchalantly sat on the edge of the conference room table
“If anyone around here has a coffee addiction, it’s you mister.” You said, sitting beside him.
“Ain’t no denying that.” Loki confessed.
“Well, here’s to caffeine addictions.” You said raising your cup for a toast.
He raised his cup to yours, the plastic not making much of a sound.
You were suddenly hyper-aware of your proximity to Loki. You glanced over at him- taking in all the small details. The way his cologne intoxicated you, the faded tattoos, the way his hair always fell out of place in the same spot first. Loki turned, locking eyes with you. As much as you didn’t wanna seem like a weirdo for staring at him, you couldn’t pull your gaze away.
David’s eyes searched your face for a sign, a signal or something that told him that you were feeling this too.
Your heart began to race and your palms grew sweaty.
Your eyes flickered between David’s eyes and lips, God you wanted to taste him so badly.
Loki nervously cleared his throat and looked down at the floor, breaking the trance he had put you in.
“So..” you started, trying to hide your disappointment. “I called my people back home and got everything we could find on Taylor, right?”
“Right” he confirmed, his face a mixture of emotions.
“They just got back to me after digging around some more.” You rustled around in the paper pile to find your notes.
“Apparently he was kidnapped when he was young, the captor kept him drugged up. Hospital reports show a mix of LSD and ketamine. Bob escaped, but they never caught the guy.”
You looked up from your notes at Loki to make sure he was listening- And there was that look again, like those blue eyes were staring straight into you.
“So you know how the other day after we went to the mall and I was talking about the suspect probably having extreme trauma the need to control it?”
“Yeah.” Loki replied.
“Taking Anna and Joy…is his attempt to control his trauma. And that experience of being kidnapped fucked him up so much, all he can do is draw mazes for hours on end. That trauma is all he can think about. I think his mind is a fucked up maze and he can’t get out.”
“So..?” Loki trailed off.
“So..I don’t know.” You sighed, feeling defeated. “We could question him together. Good cop, bad cop style?”
“Okay. You’re the bad cop though.”
You scoffed, feigning offense.
“Me? The bad cop?” Your voice going up an octave.
“Yeah.” Loki smirked. “I watched you interrogate Taylor. It suits you.”
“Yeah? You profiling me now detective?”
Loki chuckled. “Yeah..Well, did I do good?”
“Yeah, Loki, you did good.” You said, patting his arm.
Poor, touch starved Loki longed for just a few more moments of your touch. Damn he shouldn’t chickened out of kissing you.
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“How long has this Bob Taylor been working on this map?” Captain O’Malley came by to check on things.
“Three and a half hours.”
“And you think this is going to lead you to the bodies? cause I sure as shit don’t.”
“Do me a favor Captain and go fuck yourself. We weren’t getting anywhere questioning him.”
Both your moods had shifted dramatically within the last two hours. Feeling the pressure from everyone, you were feeling particularly anxious about this case.
“There was no getting to him, it was like he’s in a trance. He shut down.” You confirmed.
“That looks more like a maze than a map-“
“He’s got a thing for mazes!” Loki spat.
“I’m going home. Call me if something happens.”
You and Loki were at your wits end trying to get this motherfucker to talk.
Loki let out a big sigh.
“Gimme that card John, the key card.”
Loki stormed into the interrogation room
He blinked ‘hard’ a few times and placed his hands on his hips.
“Alright it’s done now. Tell me what you’re drawing. You said you were drawing a map, that looks like a fucking puzzle. You tell me what you’re drawing.”
He blinked ‘hard’.
“Tell me what you’re drawing.”
Loki grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back from the table.
“I can’t!” Bob cried out.
“Yes you can!” and before you knew it he slammed his face into the desk.
“Shit!” You exclaimed as your adrenaline shot up, what the hell was Loki doing?!
Yes you can! Yes you can!” Loki yelled at him over and over.
You and officer John and another officer who you didn’t know all barged in the room desperately trying to tear the two apart. The guys had hands on Loki desperately trying to pull him off, while you grabbed onto Bob Taylor and tried to pull him away, but Loki had a death grip on the man.
“Loki what the fuck are you doing?!” You asked, your anger bubbling to the surface.
In a split second, Bob jumped on the opportunity to pull the gun from the officers holster while he was distracted.
“Oh shit! Gun! Gun! Gun!” Loki yelled and drew his weapon.
You instantly went into crisis mode and drew your weapon.
“Bob you don’t have to do this.” You said. He glanced at you and in that split second you saw a broken man. A victim. He was tired.. tired of trying to escape the prison that was his mind. You’d seen that look before. You knew then it was too late, he had made the decision.
“Bob, put it down. Put the gun down. Bob, Bob. Bob, Bob. No. No no no no! No no no!-“
Bang!
You grimaced at the ringing in your ears from the gunshot.
The sight of Bob Taylor’s brains splattered on the wall made you queasy.
“Fuck.” Loki said in disbelief, “go call fucking R.A.” His voice wavering. You didn’t miss the way his lip trembled and his hands shook.
You angrily shoved your gun in its holster and bolted past Loki and the officers towards the bathroom.
Loki wasn’t the only one starting to crack under the pressure of the Dover-Birch case.
The gravity of what had just happened hit you like a ton of bricks. He was dead. And you watched it happen. You started to feel tightness in your chest, you were breathing but couldn’t get any air. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Your head started to spin.
You turned on the sink and splashed cold water on your face.
Deep breaths, deep breaths you reminded yourself.
Once the room stopped spinning, you hoisted yourself on to the bathroom sink, you guessed that was as fine of a place to sit as any.
Your chest filled with anger. This was a mistake that was 100% avoidable. Now how were you going to find the girls? Your only real lead was fucking dead.
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You planted yourself in the seat beside Loki who was waiting just outside the interrogation room.
“Will you sign my incident report?”
He signed the report and handed it back to you without saying a word.
After a few minutes of silence, Loki spoke up and asked if you were okay. It was a simple question but it filled you with anger. Blame it on frustration, lack of sleep, or unbounded stress piling up from this case. Or hell all three, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Professionalism be damned.
“No. No Loki I’m not! Our only lead on this case just blew his fucking brains out!”
He blinked ‘hard’.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” As mad as you were, you knew the last thing Loki needed was you yelling at him.
You sighed. “I’m sorry Loki.”
“S’okay. Loki mumbled.
A heavy silence lingered.
After a minute or two, the medical examiners walked by, body bag in tow.
The captain followed them, holding Bob’s “map”.
“He explain this before he ate the bullet?” O’Malley questioned, trying his best to hold back his anger.
“I’m sorry.”
“Fuck your sorry. Save it for the girls parents.”
Loki stared at the paper the captain handed him.
“Does that look familiar to you? “ he asked, holding up the paper.
“No, sorry.” You said with a yawn, the all too familiar tired feeling sinking into your bones.
You stood from the cramped chair, hoping Loki would follow you.
He didn’t.
All he could do was stare at Bobs drawing.
“Goodnight, Loki.” You said, in a hurry to gather your things and leave.
“Night.” He murmured, unable to tear his eyes from the paper.
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As y/n rounded the corner of the bullpen, Loki could’ve sworn he saw tears in her eyes. He wanted to go to her and apologize and tell her they’d find the girls some other way, but his feet felt like they were cemented to the floor.
What was he supposed to say anyways? Sorry I got our lead suspect killed and screwed up the entire investigation. Don’t think they make a card for that.
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the dinner party
A/N: Filling out this request. Enjoy!
Pairing: David Loki x F!reader
Summary: David and his girl spice things up at her boss's annual dinner party.
Warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. Language, unprotected p in v sex (wrap your willy, kids), oral play, cumplay, not proofread
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Parties in general were David’s least favorite things. He rarely gets time off and the last thing he wants to do is spend it sharing you with people he doesn’t know.
Sure, they were your co-workers and superiors and he trusted you more than anyone in the world. But you looked way too sexy to be at this stupid dinner party.
He wanted to have you to himself tonight. He didn’t want to socialize; his social meter was already natural low and he’d been there for almost half an hour now, enduring the small talk with the strangers you introduced him to and all their invasive questions about the job he mostly just didn’t want to think about.
You noticed his discomfort when he excused himself to get more wine after one of the most obnoxious guys of your workplace asked him what the most disturbing thing he’d seen on the job was.
It was disturbing for a reason and he wished he could forget it.
“Uhm, that’s rather a hard question to answer. Guess I’ve just seen too much” David answered curtly. “Excuse me, I ran out of fuel” he confirmed raising his glasses.
You co-workers laughed it off with his little joke, but you knew he wasn’t trying be funny, so you followed him into your boss’s kitchen.
“Sorry about that. I didn’t-“
“Not your fault, babe. People are just assholes sometimes.”
“Just 30 more minutes? I don’t wanna be here anymore than you do, but I have to. You know how my boss is. He takes it personal if we don’t show up. I don’t wanna be iced out at work.”
“What if I planted drugs in his house?” he smirked picking at the charcutarie board on the kitchen island to pop some salami into his mouth. “Ooh, that’s good salami. I think that’s salami, at least.”
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Of course, I am. But he is a douche. I’d be doing you a favor.”
“I couldn’t agree more, but this job pays for all the sexy lingerie I wear for you.” You smirked filling up both your glasses. “And the hours are really flexible too.”
“Almost as flexible as you” he smirked back idling around the kitchen. “I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise. I know it’s important. It’s just fucking boring as shit. If I have to hear your boss talk about his Italian inspiration for the house, my head might actually explode. I can literally feel the vein in my temple throb every time he says ‘venetian’.”
You chortled with a sip of your wine.
“I know he’s a lot to handle, but it’s just for 30 minutes. And I already introduced you to everyone, so we can just hang out with my friends out back until then. They’re pretty normal, like us.”
“I can’t believe it’s only been half an hour. It feels like it’s been at least 3 hours.”
“What can I do to make it easier hm?” you smiled rubbing your palm against his chest.
“Well…” he smirked lowering his gaze to scan your body. He loved how your black dress hugged your curves just perfectly. “There is one thing that would make me really happy. You know I have a sweet tooth, right?”
You narrowed your eyes with a mirroring smirk.
“You want dessert already?”
“It’s the best part of the course, if you ask me.”
“Fine. But we gotta keep it quiet” you nodded with a mischievous smile.
"Wait. Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief. He didn't think you'd actually agree.
"Yeah, I am. This party is a total dud. I wouldn't be here unless I had to. Might as well make it fun," you smiled nonchalantly, dipping your fingertip into your wine and dabbed the red liquid on his white shirt.
“Hey! What’d you do that for?”
“You’re a cop, David. Rule number one: always have an alibi. And I’m not gonna ruin my dress. It was more expensive than your shirt.”
“Ey, I paid 10 dollars for this shirt at the good-will.”
“My point exactly,” you smirked taking his hand to lead him out of the kitchen and back into the crowd. “You’re such a klutz, Davy. Let’s try to get you cleaned up.”
“Yeah,” he smirked with suspicious eyes squinted at you.
Fighting back the excited smile was hard to do as you led him to the upstairs level. Running off to a secret place to do secret things had you both feeling like young teenagers in love again.
If there was one thing David loved more than you and his job, it was going down on you. And, if that wasn't enough already, it was one of the many things that he excelled at.
"C'mere, beautiful" he smirked turning you around once you'd locked the door.
His hands snaked around your hips as lips collided with you in a feverish kiss, hitching up your dress. Your lower back met with the marble countertop of the sink in the lavish bathroom.
David opened his eyes to look at the reflection of your ass, beautifully on display in your black lace panties.
"You look so pretty, baby" he groaned at the twitching of his hidden cock.
Your cheeks bloomed with warmth as praises spewed from his mouth.
Once his knees met the floor, he wasted no time getting to work. David loved seeing you in black lace. He loved your pussy even more.
His moans were muffled as he buried his mouth over your clothed cunt, nose rubbing and circling your sensitive nub as he inhaled your delicious scent.
"Got this pretty pussy all dressed up for me too huh?" he asked with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
His hot breath and warm tongue nuzzling your cunt had your panties growing wetter and wetter with a combination of his saliva and your slick.
You moaned as your hand reached for his head, legs welcoming his mouth as you sat back on the edge of the countertop.
With a hand wrapped around your thigh, he hooked a finger under the lacy fabric and pulled it to the side in order to display your juicy cunt to him.
"Ain't nothing tastier than this right here."
His open mouth quickly latched onto your exposed pussy. His tongue eager as it licked up the sopping mess that only flooded from your spongy walls.
His thumb circled over your delicate clit as his tongue stroked over your plushy folds up and down, over and over again, sending electricity throughout your body and curling your toes.
The sticky sounds of your incredibly wet cunt and his mouth along with David's expertly technique altering from your pussy, down to your puckering asshole, had your head hanging back. Heat burned in your cheeks as you wondered if anyone could hear you from the outside.
David's eyes were locked on your contorting reaction, coming undone with your mouth hung open in an ecstasy only he could provide. So desperate for your release, you ground your hips against his face, caressing his head of luscious hair as you chased your high.
Your spined arched forward as you relished every greedy movement of his flickering tongue, panting when his thumb slowly sped up its circling over your tender clit.
David's low chuckle at your frantic chase for climax sent chills over your hot skin.
"D-Dave, I-I'm gonna-" you gasped, trying your best to stay as quiet as you possibly could.
"Cum for me," he ordered adding more pressure and speed to his teasing thumb.
The blinding white light of sheer pleasure rippled through your body, letting it tremble under his unyielding mouth. Despite your attempt to shut your thighs, he chuckled darkly as he forced them apart, pushing you further back and folding you over on the countertop until your knees met your chest and your back met the cold surface of the mirror behind you.
“Look at this pretty pussy, all soaked just for me.”
With a teeth baring grin, his long fingers glided easily between your slick folds, toying with the sensitive mound of flesh.
“Came so good for me, didn’t you? Gonna let me taste it?”
You nodded eagerly at him unable to speak with heavy breaths, trying to ease yourself from your newfound high.
“Be a good girl and spread your pussy for me then" he ordered politely quickly bringing your hands under your thighs to pull your pussy apart to hold it open yourself in the raunchiest way.
“Atta girl” he grinned maliciously.
His tongue shoved into your soaked hole, delving deeper and deeper into your open cunt. David was addicted to your pussy, to your taste. He loved how wet you could get, how much of a mess you could make just for him to see.
You watched as he fucked you with his tongue, lapping at your pulsing walls as he impatiently licked for every single drop.
"Baby, fuck me. Please. I need your cock in me so fucking bad right now" you begged, reminded by his tongue of his dick.
He didn't hesitate for a single moment before unbuckling his black pants to let his throbbing dick bounce freely from its confines. He spat into his hand and wrapped it around his cock to give it a few tugs, eyes hungrily staring your gaping pussy.
"Jesus fucking Christ" he groaned as the saliva and his pre-cum mixed and coated his heavy cock.
Aligning his heavy tip´to your welcoming pussy, he slid it up and down your swollen slippery lips to gather your slick. You hissed as he tapped it over your sensitive clit, making your hips as they chased his cock eager to fill up your pussy with his sizeable dick.
He would've teased you far more if he hadn't remembered where you were, so instead, his tip slipped past your folds and into your warm wet cunt.
He pushed in and pulled out slowly at first to wet his dick enough until he could glide in and out of you with ease. You both watched completely hypnotized by your pussy lips wrapped around his heavy member with a shiny glazed hug.
"Keep this pussy open for me, baby girl. Take it all in. I know you can take it."
You felt so wonderfully full and stretched with his thick, long cock slowly moving inside you. Every ridge and vein of it massaged your walls in the perfect way, eliciting even more wetness from your body.
"Ah, fuck" he growled lowly unable to tease.
He needed to cum so badly. His dick was already throbbing and aching for release. Not to mention that eventually someone would knock on the door or come looking for you.
His belt buckle jingled as his hips began to piston against yours. His large hands moved to your chest, pulling your bra and dress to watch your breasts bounce freely with his every thrust.
"Ain't gonna last long like this, baby" he panted softly as he mumbles against the smooth calf of your leg.
He pounded balls deep into you quickly, watching your slick lips squelch around his cock as the sounds of wet slapping skin echoed softly in the bathroom.
It was just too much for him. Your perfectly drenched pussy hugging his cock beautifully, his balls smacking around your ass cheeks, your breasts jiggling to his rhythm.
It all overwhelmed him, bringing him to finally cum heavily into your womb.
Your walls squeezed around his cock, milking him of every single drop until he had to force him to pull out from the oversensitivity of it.
A couple of strands of his pearly white cum squirted over your lips as he gave his final couple strokes to his sensitive tip, aimed at your gaping pussy hole to fill it to the brim.
He smirked proudly as he admired his white load inside your cunt, overflowing like a waterfall from your used pussy and down to your pulsing asshole.
"You're gonna keep this pussy just like this, alright?" he smiled darkly as he gently moved your lacy black panties to cover your cunt and soak in all your - and his - juices.
"No cleaning up. I want to feel it when you walk around out there."
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SOMETHING TO RELY ON — DETECTIVE LOKI 🖤
summary: detective loki comes home after a long investigation, needing nothing more than something, or someone, to rely on.
warnings: i can’t write canon and accurate portrayals to save my life, mentions of loki’s work, fluff & comfort. 18+ NO MINORS. yes, even if this fic has no smut, i don’t want minors interacting with my content.
word count: 1700
gifs credits: @/magnusedom (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics
notes: i have the selfish need to take care of this man and protect him from all the bad things in this world so this is exactly what i’m doing with this fic. no plot, only rambling. 🖤 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!
“Oh, David.”
He grunted, rejecting what sounded like pity in your voice. It was a reflex, despite you telling him over and over again that you empathized with his hard work. He simply refused to let you feel bad for him.
And you refused for him to not let you do that. How could you not feel bad for your man? He looked dishevelled at best. His clothes were wrinkly, his coat was wet from the rain outside. His beard was unusually long. He smelled of cheap body soap, one labelled a manly tornado of masculine jungle and virile storm clouds.
David started to explain, calculating his words so that he would not speak in vain. He told you that he found a truck stop and used their showers before driving back home. His presence for the investigation was supposed to last a day or two, but he was required to stay on the field for about a week. Unlike his colleagues, he turned his back to the offer of a comfortable bed at the motel and a warm breakfast every morning. He stayed ready and awake for as long and as much as he could, in case of something happening.
You helped him out in silence as he spoke. How you had missed the sound of his voice without the bad network of the phone service struggling to pick up from the place he stayed for the past week. It could have been in the middle of the Bermuda triangle for all you knew, it cut you off too many times and prevented you from falling asleep to the gentle humming of David as he played in his mind songs that looped on the radio during patrol.
He let you remove his drenched coat. He watched you until you disappeared into the bathroom, he assumed you were hanging the coat in the shower where it could drip and dry without making a mess. He loved your attention to details, and how it mirrored his very own. He let you untie his boots so that he could step out of them. He let you do every small and big gestures to get him comfortable.
You offered him a fresh set of clothes, soft worn-out sweatpants and an old t-shirt that had been waiting for his arrival since the moment he walked out of the door. While he changed, you discarded of the dirty work clothes that he wore. You did not comment on how difficult it would be to wash away the dried stains of mud. He was probably kneeling outside in the rain, searching for a piece of information regarding the investigation. Day and night, you knew he devoted himself to his case.
“Love?” He called out for you. He blinked as he caught sight of you, being a busy bee from one room to the other around the house. You hands were full one second, empty the next one. Loki both loved and hated how this all came naturally to you. He loved the ways with which you both took care of each other. You handled the seemingly mindless tasks that weighted heavy on his shoulders while he provided you with a safe, strong presence and with arms to fall into when you needed. When he was actually there.
You finally reappeared in the living room. Your face lit up with a smile at the sight of him. He already looked better in the clean clothes. The shirt stretched over his broad chest, over his soft tummy. “Tell me the story of when you got this t-shirt.”
Loki grinned and looked down at the World’s best fisherman shirt. He explained how he picked it up from the lost and found box at the police station he worked prior to the current one. A cliché altercation between him and a box of donuts had led to him interrogate his first potential criminal with a prideful fisherman shirt. His retelling of the story always made the two of you smile.
It worked as a way to bring his feet down on the ground, to focus on what was important. As a bonus, it was simply entertaining to imagine Loki walking around with that shirt while trying to appear as almighty and professional. “Do you want something to eat?”
The corners of his lips curled into a smile and he followed you to the dimly lit kitchen. In a few swift movements, you had bread, peanut butter, jelly as well as a couple of utensils pulled out on the counter. The final touch was added by David’s arms wrapping around your waist from behind as you assembled his sandwich.
You spread the peanut butter all the way to the crust of the bread and on the other slice, you scooped strawberry jelly and made sure to get chunks of fruit too. Just how he liked it, just how you made it when you packed his lunch for mornings where he was too busy and tired to remember to take care of himself. You pressed the layers together gently and cut it in two triangles, handing him the bigger half.
He thanked you with a kiss on your cheek as he grabbed one of the triangles, taking a big bite out of it. He could easily guess you would have preferred to welcome him home with a big, warm meal. Although, in his mind at this very moment, he saw no difference between that sandwich and something that would have taken hours to make and double the amount of time to bake. And besides, he thought a lot about what he wanted to do during this break from the investigation. He needed to keep his mind and hands busy. This sounded like the right opportunity to invest crazy amounts of time into food you could cook together. Or you’d settle from ordering takeout from the Chinese food restaurant.
You cleaned up once you were both done eating, still with David holding you tight like a safety belt. “Want me to tell you about my day?” He hummed, agreeing. So you did just that, you shared the silly details with him as a way to make him feel included despite his long absence. Sometimes, you disliked sharing stories of your life with him. He was a creature of habit, it was hard to remind David that you were just telling about your encounter with a rude person at the grocery store and it was not an investigation. He would analyze your words, scrutinize your reactions, until you told him to relax.
He did not need such a reminder, at that very moment. Loki leaned his head on your shoulder, not minding how contorted his spine was to maintain him in that position. His eyelids were getting heavy, and so was he. He was half listening and half falling asleep on you.
For every night of the past week, you would have traded anything just to be crushed by his sleeping body and keep him safe and warm. However, you imagined it would be in bed and not laying flat in the middle of the kitchen if you even found the space for that anyway. “Come on, big boy. It’s time for your nap.” You turned gently in Loki’s arms, causing him to gain just enough consciousness to grunt in dissatisfaction. You draped his left arm over your shoulders and held him tightly as you both limped your way to the living room.
Any further, and David would have fallen down on the floor. You helped him to the couch so he could lay down. He shook his head slowly when you presented him with one of the throw pillows. He opened his eyes just long enough to lock his gaze with yours and he grinned when you understood his silent request. He sat up, struggling to stay still, until you joined him on the couch.
You stretched your legs up on the coffee table and you let Loki slowly rest his head on your lap. The sigh he let out made your heart clench inside your chest. He was killing himself trying to save people from dying. All you could do was stand by his side and help keep his head above water for as long as he would let you.
Loki saw it differently. He saw all of the love-filled gestures as a sacrifice as big as his. He appreciated each and every single one of them, and tonight was just the same. He appreciated how you peeled away the layers of stress, of turmoil and of fear. You did that by helping him with his clothes and also by keeping safe physically and at peace mentally.
“It’s okay, now.” You whispered as you placed your right hand on his stubbly cheek, your left one played with his hair. You were soothing both of your souls while trying to make up for all the time he spent away.
You repeated that it was okay over and over again until he, too, said the words to himself. He was okay. For now. And, for now, it was all that mattered. There would never be enough words and actions that could show you how thankful he was to have someone to rely on.
“You’re home.” You smiled down at him and watched him closely as he relaxed under your touch. You stroked your thumb over his lips, tickling his sensitive and chapped skin until his mouth parted open and his breathing slowed down.
He was seconds away from drifting into sleep. His eyelids were heavy. On your thigh, his head was heavy too with all its of horrors and sorrow. His voice sounded gentle and calm. “My love.”
A single tear fell from your cheek and down on the hand that was caressing his. Hearing the words in person rather than on the phone healed the pain that Loki’s absence had put you through once more. You leaned your head back to rest it on the couch and you closed your eyes too. Though it came with all sorts of tribulations, you were just as thankful as him to have someone to rely on.
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Blood Bond
Summary: after bob taylor’s death, you and your police partner loki have to work through the trauma together.
Warnings: MAJOR TRIGGERS IN THIS!!! suicide, lots of blood, cursing, drinking. this whole thing is just sad lol
words: 3,380
There was something beautiful about the bond formed within a traumatic event. Somehow, even in your state, you thought about this. You could feel the shift between you and Loki as he placed his hands on your cheeks, shaking you lightly as a desperate pleas spill from his lips, an attempt to will you back to reality.
His palms slid against your cheeks that were slick with blood. The feeling made you sick. It wasn’t your own blood, of course. But Bob Taylor’s. The man that had been questioned relentlessly by your police force- well- mostly Loki. Loki could only keep his cool for so long. You tried to take over the interrogation, but he was too stubborn to ever let that happen. One thing led to another, and in a blink of an eye Bob had his hands on Lokis gun. You tried. You tried with every fiber of your being to get him to drop it. Whilst the rest of the officers in the room pointed their guns and screamed with rage, you never touched yours.
“Bob… look at me. You don’t wanna do this, okay?” you were close. Almost in arms reach of him. He was listening to you, even through the shouting, he heard you. You continued to inch forwards. “All you have to do, is answer our questions. It’s no trouble. Please, just put the gun down.” you stop, mere inches from being able to grab the gun, but you were too late. Bob looked you dead in the eyes as he brought the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger.
You don’t remember falling to the ground, but you do remember the ringing in your ears and the oddly warm feeling of his blood trickling down your face. Loki hooked his arms under yours and dragged you backwards before kneeling down in front of you, blocking the sight of Bobs body. It took a second for his words to reach your ears.
“Y/N! god… jesus…” he didn’t know what to say. You noticed how badly his hands were shaking as he grabbed your face. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, you could only look at him. You noticed how blue his eyes were as you stared into them in a trance that you didn’t know how to get out of. Finally, he lifted you to your feet by your arms, basically dragging you out of the interrogation room. You followed on numb legs as he pulled you all the way to the bathrooms, pushing you down to a sitting position on a bench by the sinks. The dim blue fluorescent lights flickered unpredictably above you.
“Y/N, honey, are you hurt?” his voice was soft and brought you back to reality a little. You had the mind to shake your head no, though if you were you were sure you wouldn’t have felt it. You looked down at your hands in your lap as loki wet a rag in the sink. Your hands, shirt, hair, face, pants, they were speckled with blood. You looked like a sick art project. You decide shut your eyes for a while, allowing Loki to wipe your face down gently. After a while, he speaks.
“Hey, I need you to say something.”
You look at him. Even though you felt numb, there were tears falling down your cheeks, and when you finally opened your mouth to speak, you felt it. A sharp, stabbing, murderous pain.
“I…i’m, I don’t,” your words quickly deteriorated to sobs that violently took over your body. Loki pulled you by your shoulder into him, allowing you to cry into the crook of his neck.
You had only been lokis partner for a month or two, and were very new to the police force. You had never witnessed a murder before, and especially not a suicide by gunshot a foot away from you.
“I’m gonna take you home, alright? Can you get up?” You nod against him as loki ran a hand up and down your back gently as he spoke softly into the silence of the bathroom. You notice the blood that you left seeping into his light blue button up shirt. You wondered if he’d be upset at this.
When you exited the bathroom, you passed by the interrogation room again. Bobs body was gone, but his crimson blood remained. On the walls, on the floor. There was a large smear where you had fell and Loki dragged you backwards. You were dully aware of the way loki brushed off every officer that tried to talk to him. You were sure youd have to fill out some kind of paperwork and have a stern talking to by o’malley, but the sight of you was enough for everyone to back off for now.
The ride home in his car was dead silent. You didn’t dare move. You were afraid that if you did, you’d crumble into a million pieces. Instead, you started down at your lap, counting the flecks of now dried blood that you’d never get out of these clothes.
“You have a very nice place.” Lokis words shot through you like lightning. You didn’t know why. You were too in your head, you guessed. You hardly remembered the walk from the car into your home.
“Thank you.” you look over at him slowly, noticing the look of deep guilt on his features. You’d never seen him show so much emotion before in the short time that you had known him. He stood awkwardly near the island in your kitchen, not sure what to do next.
“Do you… need help, with anything right now? First things first you should probably take a bath.” he looked at you like a lost puppy as he waited for you to say something. You could tell he wasn’t good at this comforting thing, so you figured it best to be blunt.
“I don’t think I Can bathe myself right now.” in reality you knew that was a weird thing to say to your police partner of 3 months, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now. You needed someone there otherwise you were afraid you might drown in the tub, or get in and never have the will to get back out. Loki dosent hesitate with his answer.
“Yeah… yeah, I can help.” he slips his jacket off and places it over the back of one of your dining room chairs. You avoided looking at the blood stains on his light blue shirt. You show him to the bathroom, watching as he starts a bath. You stood with your arms and legs apart ever so slightly so they wouldn’t touch your sides or each other. You felt disgusting. You refused to move unless you had to. The feeling of the dried blood cracking with each movement on your skin made you want to faint.
Within the blink of an eye, the bath was full, and clouds of white bubbles floated upon the top of the water, calling you to step in. Loki looked up at you from his crouched position in front of the tub. He opened his mouth to say something, you assumed along the lines of ‘the baths ready’ but you didn’t let him continue. Your movements were swift as you pulled your shirt above your head and slipped out of your pants. You didn’t realize how eager you were to get them off of you. You tossed them into the trashcan that sat beside the toilet. Loki, flustered, turned his head away from you. When you were fully stripped, you turn to take a look at yourself in the mirror above the sink. There was smeared blood across your face where Loki had previously tried to clean you off. It was in your hair, and down your neck, cascading between your breasts and stopping at where your bra previously sat against your skin. You couldn’t look anymore. Slowly, you turned towards the tub and stepped in. Once you had settled, Loki finally pulled his head up to look at you. His brows had been furrowed in this expression of worry and guilt for the past however long it had been since the incident, and somehow you were just now taking note of it. You looked at each other for a long while, but nothing was said. Finally, Loki broke eye contact, grabbed a rag, and dipped it beneath the bath water. He gently took your chin in his free hand, turning your face towards him so he could gingerly wipe your face clean. He dragged the cloth down your neck, and inbetween your breasts, until all the blood was tinting the water instead of your skin. Nothing was said. The two of you seemed to be deep in thought. On a normal day, this interaction would have made you faint. But this wasn’t a normal day. Loki ran soap and water through your hair a few times until the water stopped coming out red, before draining all the water. You watched in a trance as the water and bubbles swirled out of sight. You hardly noticed the fact that Loki had pulled you from the tub and wrapped a towel around your naked shivering frame.
“Hey” Lokis voice was stern this time. You shifted your eyes to look at him. “I need you to look at me. Really, look at me. I can see you replaying what happened over and over. I know, it’s happened to me. It’s easy to get stuck. I want you to get dressed for me, alright? I’ll stay overnight with you.” You don’t think you’ve ever heard him talk for this long unprompted. You were seeing a new side of him.
“Okay. thank you, David.” you give him a firm look before stepping past him and into your room. You knew he was shocked at the use of his first name, But you thought it appropriate for the situation.
Being clean made you feel a lot better. You shook the sight of Bob from your thoughts for the 100th time and quickly threw on the first clothes you grabbed in your pajama drawer, which happened to be a pair of shorts and a police force shirt that was given to you way too many sizes too big. When you walked into the kitchen, things seemed more awkward now. Or maybe you were just more aware. Loki was sitting at your kitchen table, fiddling with one of his rings. He looks up at the sound of your footsteps, a light smile crosses his features. You look away out of embarrassment, remembering he’d seen you completely naked a mere 10 minutes ago.
“You… you really don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” you busy yourself with walking to the cabinets of your kitchen to grab two glasses.
“No, it’s okay. You shouldn’t be alone after going through something like this.” Loki watches as you nod and head over to grab water, though stopping at the small collection of liquor sitting on your counter.
“Water or whiskey?” you ask him, forcing a light smile onto your face at your weak attempt at a joke.
“Guess” is all he said. You poured two glasses of whiskey and sat across from him at the table.
“I would say try to completely forget about it, but when you go back you’re going to be bombarded with questions. If someone dosent show up to your doorstep, that is.”
“Well…” you pause for a while, swirling the liquid and taking a sip before continuing. “I don’t know if im ever going back. I’ll sign whatever papers they need and make a statement but…” you let out a large sigh, not having much else to say.
At this, Lokis head shot up to meet his eyes with yours. They were widened with surprise.
“Are… are you sure?” He was looking at you intently, and this shocked you. He seemed afraid.
“No, i’m not sure. But today was a lot. I need to think for a while. Plus, i don’t think anyone really likes me there anyways” You let out a dry laugh. It was true. Most of the officers there gave you snarky looks, and within the short span youve been there you’ve just about heard it all. The entire department thinks your every move was to impress Loki. You knew they were jealous you got to be his partner considering the rep he has, but it still hurt. Especially since you did find Loki crazily attractive, you tried your best to make it look like you didn’t, but your co workers don’t see it that way. Loki nods, his head dipping back down to stare at the little bit of whiskey left in his glass.
“If it gives you any reconciliation, I enjoy having you as my partner.” You meet eyes again, and you cursed yourself as you felt that agonizing pain of butterflies in your stomach. You give a shy smile to match his and you eye his movements as he downs the rest of his drink. You watch his adams apple bob as he swallows, and immediately force yourself to look anywhere else but at him. You decide to change the subject.
“Sorry I don’t have a guest bedroom, but the couch is very comfortable” you gesture over to the couch that sat in front of a tv that was playing whatever was going on in the news. You knew sooner or later Bob Taylor would show up as one of their stories.
Loki shrugs and gets up to put his glass in the sink. “I’d sleep on the floor if I had to.” he smiles softly at you and kicks his shoes off by the door. You rise to your feet and place your glass in the sink as well, making a mental note to wash them out in the morning if you found the energy to. You grab a blanket and comfortable pillow from the chest in your room and bring them back down to Loki.
“Thank you again for staying.” you look up at him for a few beats, before turning on your heel to head to your room. Loki watched you walk off until you were out of sight.
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Sleep that night was not so forgiving to you. Though you usually had nightmares, the ones you had tonight were plagued with Bob Taylor. The scene played out in a million different ways. In each one, you tried to save him, but it always ended the same. The sound of his blood splattering against the wall was sickening and bounced around your nightmares seemingly endlessly. What you didn’t know, was that as you dreamt in your bed, you were also screaming.
When you opened your eyes, Lokis face was probably a mere 5 inches from yours. He was half on top of you, shaking your shoulders and holding your arms by your sides to stop your thrashing. You woke up with a half yell half sob as the dream continued to replay in your head.
“Hey, hey!” Lokis harsh tone snapped you out of your trance. “Look at me Y/N” his voice was stern and he kept his firm grasp on your wrists, grounding you and keeping you from reeling back into your thoughts. You were near hyperventilating as you looked up at him helplessly. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, leaving wet spots on the pillow on each side of your head.
“I could have fucking stopped it. I could have been quicker I- I-” another sob chokes the rest of your sentence away. Loki begins to loosen his grip on your wrist, moving his right hand to interlock with yours. He gave you a few firn squeezes, assuring you he was right there for you. You squeeze back as an unspoken ‘thank you’. You sit up to face him in the darkness of your bedroom.
“It was my fault. mine. You didn’t do this, You didn’t cause this. It’s not your fault. say that.” he looks at you for a long while, waiting for you to respond. You could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke, you could see how much the suicide hurt him just as much as it did you.
“I need you to say that Y/N. It’s not your fault.”
Your lip quivers as you speak.
“It’s not my fault”
Loki nods, and you can’t tell if it’s for you or himself. You were both sitting up on the bed, holding hands ahd whispering to each other in the darkness of the room. You could barely make out his face as the moonlight gently seeped through your curtains, but you could tell he was close. Loki closes his eyes, and presses his forehead against yours. This, somehow, was more intimate than any kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed soon after. For a while, neither of you said anything. It was comfortable silence as you reveled in the feeling of his hand interlocked with yours, your breathing in sync as you rested your forehead against his.
The sounds of your sniffling broke the silence. Loki stared into your eyes for a while, unsure of what else he could possibly say to you.
“I don’t think I would have made it through today without you here.” your voice was so quiet that Loki nearly struggled to hear even with your closeness. He found that good reason to tilt his face even closer, causing your noses to touch ever so slightly.
“I’m sorry” he spoke, and this is when you noticed just how close your lips were.
“You couldn’t have known…” you respond. It’s all your mind could come up with. You didn’t know what else you could say, you knew all too well now how hard it is to truly make someone feel better in a situation like this. Either way, your thoughts became clouded as your lips ever so slightly brushed against his as you spoke.
That seemed to be Lokis breaking point. The next thing you knew you were propping yourself up at the force at which he kissed you. It wasn’t soft or gentle, it was rough, raw. You were sure you tasted blood after your teeth clashed together, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It was what you needed after the day you both had. His hands were quickly on your body, toned arms pulling you flush against him as he devoured you.
This kiss was different than any you’d had before. You could nearly physically feel the emotion radiating between the two of you. You hardly noticed when Loki pushed you down to your back, head resting on the pillow that was still wet with your tears. He rested inbetween your legs, his hands not roaming but simply pulling you as close as possible to him. You couldn’t gauge how much time had passed, but eventually, the hunger within his kiss seemed to come to a halt. Slowly, your eyes fluttered opened as Loki pulled away. He was still holding you close, but he seemed to have frozen. Your brows furrowed. Did you do something wrong?
“Loki?” your eyes were struggling to make out his facial expression in the dark, but your mind seemed to go over every possibility. Was he mad? Did he change his mind about you?
Suddenly, something dropped onto your cheek. That’s when you realized. He was crying. A small sob, barely audible, escaped his lips as he began to crumble before you. You ran a hand through his hair gently, your heart somehow shattering more than you thought possible as he rested his forehead against your chest, his weight collapsing on top of you.
“Hey. You’re okay, loki. You’re okay.” your voice was merely a whisper as you held his shaking frame.
“What if I can’t find them?” his voice was small and muffled as he spoke into your shirt. Your mind instantly went to the two missing girls that the entire town of Conyers seemed to be relying on your department to find. You felt hopeless. With Your only lead being dead, you were stuck.
“You will. We will. We’ll find them.” you didn’t know if this was more for Loki or yourself.
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“Please stay” with Detective Loki
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i will say it once again; i love detective david loki!!!!
w; happy ending/short :(
you wipe at your eyes when you hear the front door open, blinking quickly as you clear your throat.
the heavy boots that belong to david makes their way towards the living room.
“i just… i just came to grab my stuff. i’ll be quick.”
your eyes peek over at him and you nod quickly before looking away. he clears his throat, making his way towards the bedroom.
you stand from the couch, pacing the length of the rug before you hear his boots making their way back. he says nothing as he passes by you.
you hear the door open.
“david.”
it shuts again and he peeks his head back into the living room. your chin wobbles as you stare at him.
“please, stay.”
he’s dropping the bag to the floor, making his way over as he pulls you to his chest. your hands grip onto the back of his shirt.
his fingers scratch at your scalp and he presses a kiss to your hairline.
“i’m sorry…”
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WHEN THE TROPE IS THEY LOVE SOMEONE THEY CANT HAVE BUT THEY LOVE THEM ANYWAY
WHEN THE TROPE IS MISSED CHANCES
WHEN THE TROPE IS MISCOMMUNICATION
#dead boy detectives#destiel#aziraphale x crowley#tropes#yes i started watching dbd#yes i have cried over them and im only on episode 2#its just Niko's line of “i know what its like to want something you cant have#its giving me fucking flashbacks holy shit#dbd spoilers#loki marvel#lokius
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this is so random but could you make a blurb of jake gyllenhaal (or any of his characters you choose) being a tattoo artist?
yes!!!!
tattoo artist ♡
warnings: sexual mentions
- being your boyfriend, he would do it for free on you
- yeah he needs the money of course
- if any person asked him he wouldn't do it for free in any circumstance
- but you're not "any person", you're his girl, wouldn't even have to ask him
- would be jealous if you ever thought about being tattoed by someone else like ?? wtf no one else needs to touch his girl this close
- and he's also the most talented EVER
- he's a hard worker and he's a professional, he's easily the best at the whole area cmon
- you want a tattoo on your princess parts? best day of his fucking life
- you guys had fucked on the tattoo set so many times
- he has a lot of tattoos of you, he dgaf, he knows you're his soulmate and the love of his life, that won't be an end in this relationship
- love it when you paint his tattoos with your colored pens 🥺
- ok but imagine him making a tattoo on himself about something that means a lot to you
- like the small nose of your cat
- and when you were pregnant he would do sooo many of those dad tattoos
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A Pet's Praise | Prince Loki's Favourite Maid AU | Loki x Reader
When Loki hears you insulting his favourite maid he takes matters into his own hands, after all, he can't have you thinking such horrible things about yourself.
Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, dom!Loki x sub!reader, praise kink, dirty talk, body worship, fingering, mentions of other sex acts.
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Masterlist | Prince Loki's Favourite Maid AU | Loki Masterlist
" I want you to look into the mirror, Pet," Loki’s large hands moved you in front of the huge gilded mirror, propped against the wall of his private chambers.
Loki placed you carefully in the centre and then backed away slowly, a small coach appearing behind him so he could sit and watch you. Your own nervous eyes met in the reflection, taking in your neat uniform: black dress, white cotton and lace apron, stockings, little lace hat perched on your hair and the confused look painted across your features.
"Your highness, I...why..." you looked back at Loki, hoping for some guidance from your Prince, but he tutted, his smile almost condescending, knowing and teasing, yet you still craved his presence, needing to know why he’d brought you here. He used one long finger to point back at the mirror and you watched his stormy eyes in the reflection instead.
"You told me earlier you didn't know why I keep asking you here. Why I show you favour." For a moment you think you can detect a note of sadness in Loki’s tone.
"Well I don't -" you began, and Loki raised one perfect eyebrow in the mirror, "your highness." And he lowered his gaze again, allowing it to soften.
"And you said some very cruel things about my most favourite little Maid.” He leant back into the cushions of the chair, crossing his long legs and allowing the leather of his trousers to stretch obscenely over his growing bulge. Oh how he loved to toy with you.
"Oh I promise I didn't," you tried to turn again, angling your shoulder, but Loki raised a hand, twirling his finger until you faced the mirror again. "I only talked about myself, your highness, the other maids are so beautiful, I promise, I would never -”
Loki kept his hand up, waiting for you to quiet.
"Exactly. I can't have you talking like this about my favourite." He smiled at you, despite his firm tone his look now was full of affection and desire and you felt your skin warm under his praise. "How do you think I should feel, having my lovely pet disrespected in such a manner? What do you think this says about your Prince?"
"I'm sorry, Master, I’m so sorry." You dropped your eyes to the black marble at your feet, wishing that you could drop to your knees and beg him for forgiveness, but you dared not move an inch.
"I don't want you to be sorry, my Pet, I want you to look at yourself. Look in the mirror at all the good and right things about yourself and tell me one thing your Prince might see in you."
You looked again at your uniform, your stocking feet and calloused hands. There was nothing beautiful there that you could find. Compared to the Prince behind you, you were nothing.
"I can't see a thing. There's no good or right side to me," you held back your tears while you surveyed yourself, picking at your dress and turning side to side.
"Yes, you can, look again," Loki stood behind you, his hands corseting your waist.
"I...I have a nice, smile," you offered, shyly, refusing to move your eyes from the swirl of white in the marble at the base of the mirror.
"You do my little Pet, you have a wonderful smile. You are the only one to smile at me, it shows your deep kindness and empathy." He moved one hand slowly up your body until he could cup your cheek in his hand, swiping his thumb over your lips. “Such a beautiful smile.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek.
"Thank you, Master," a tear appeared in the corner of your eye, his hands returning to your sides, gently pulling the ribbon of your apron so the cotton pooled at your feet.
Loki’s searching fingers reached around to the front of your uniform, skimming over the simple mother of pearl buttons, popping them open one by one. The dress slid down from your shoulders, over your hands and joined the discarded apron.
Loki bent his head, peppering delicate kisses across your back and shoulders before standing tall behind you again. He shone in the darkness, the rich colour of his green leathers and cloak accentuating his tall, lean, frame and you quivered, hoping that he would think you were cold and not attempting to hide your arousal.
There was something about being completely exposed to him that made a heat pool between your legs. Since the start of your...work, for Prince Loki he has made significant improvements to the quality of your uniform. Silk, the finest cotton, semi precious gems and metals. As well as your undergarments, perfect eyelash lace and whisper thin silk in deep emerald green, pearl tops on your garter belt and matching silk stockings in the lightest denier. Whenever you were working in his rooms he was always dressed elegantly, while you remained in a state of exquisite semi-undress for his personal enjoyment.
Now you could barely change without thinking of his eyes upon you.
"Look at yourself again, my darling Pet. And tell me what else you see." He tipped your chin up with a single finger, forcing you to see yourself again.
You shut your eyes and attempted to press your palms over your face, but his strong hands stopped you, tangling your fingers together and leaning his head onto your shoulder to keep you facing forwards.
"One more thing, little Pet, just one." He urged, and as you hesitated he slid his hands up to cup your breasts through the fine silk of your stays, "I'm sure you can think of something." He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger before giving it a tweak and you let out a little yelp. "Like your noises." He nuzzled your neck. “I enjoy every one of your mewls and cries,” he was practically purring into your ear, his breathe hot on your cool skin. “I like when you can no longer help but call my name, shameless, wanton little Pet, begging for her master.” He pinched your nipple again, revelling in your yelp. “Or, even more entertaining, when you become incoherent, those squeaks and moans, such wonderful noises my Pet.”
You were dizzy with desire, focussed only on where his hands held you, where pleasure and pain mixed together to make you see stars.
"I...you...you like my nipples?" You asked, tentative and shy despite the ministrations of your master behind you.
"I do, but why?" He encouraged, rolling his thumb over your peaked nipple with a featherlight touch.
"Because...they're...Nice?"
"Nice is a terrible word, Pet. I would say, responsive, delicious, soft." He finished, moving around to block your view of yourself, one hand still plucking at your nipple under the fine lace of your corset.
"Please, Master, please...I can't." You begged, trying to fall to your knees again, anything so that you’d no longer have to look at yourself.
"Okay, Pet. Let me tell you," Loki held you close, moving you to the coach he settled you on his lap, a shimmer of green removed the last of your clothing, leaving only the lace headband that marked you as a chambermaid of the Prince.
"I see, your pretty face, your eyelashes, I love how they flutter against your cheeks while I pleasure you. Your lips, so sweet when you kiss me, when you're wrapped around me." You wiggle a little, getting excited at the thought of his heavy cock in your mouth.
"I see your body, how you move when I talk to you, tickle you," your mirror image moved again in his lap, your reflection smiling. "Look at you, my beautiful Maid, so doting to smile for your Master, to come here when I ask and keep me company.” Loki kissed you then, one hand on your back, the other holding your cheek, his lips were gentle but the firm grasp of his hands told you that you were his, that there was no escaping this affection from him, despite your shyness.
Loki moved his legs under you, hooking your knees over his and spreading you both wide, displaying you both in a lewd tableau that has you tucking your face into his neck, embarrassment creeping up your spine.
"See, Pet, how you glisten for me. Open and willing and ready." His hands slid between your parted thighs, thumbs so close to where you need him to touch you.
"Yes, Master, please touch me," you begged, tossing your head back against his shoulder, pressing your face into his pitch black hair and inhaling the sweet and musky scent of lavender laced with sandalwood.
"Tell me you're beautiful and you can have anything your little heart desires," he cooed.
"I...hmm, I...Prince Loki, you make me feel beautiful," you choked, one salty tear rolling down your cheek at the admission.
"My Darling Pet, you've done so well." His thumbs edged closer, the tips or his fingers finding your folds and spreading you wider, the effect of his words evident as your slick dripped on his legs. Your little bud ached even harder from the sudden exposure to the cold room and you cried out, so close to release.
“Please, Master, I want to cum.” You begged him, fingers digging into his arms in desperation.
"Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” Loki growled, teeth grazing your neck, and with another shimmer of magic, his clothes vanished.
With another shimmer of magic Loki's clothes vanished.
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Hurt | Detective Loki x m!reader
areyouwaiting asked: another one because why not
Det. Loki x male reader
"For fuck’s sake, I love you!" as a friends to lovers type of thing?
Danke mein Freund 😌
summary: Loki doesn't take very kindly to it when you meet up with an ex who didn't exactly treat you right.
tws: swearing, horror films
It was like a scorpion had found its way into his chest and had struck him right in the heart. The bite of a venomous snake that would strike every time he thought about it. You, hanging out with an ex who had caused you so much damage and who had hurt you so badly, all because they had told you that they still cared, that they wanted to be friends again. Loki couldn't fucking cope, when he saw that picture on his phone, plastered on social media, he was fucking pissed; as soon as his shift was over, he had marched over to your place, and had found you on the sofa, watching a horror film that had been banned in several countries due to the graphic nature of its content, a horror film so grotesque and so vile that the director had been pulled into court on allegations that he had actually killed members of his cast, he knew it was a good sign, and a little relief flooded through his veins.
He knew that if you were in a particularly bad mood, you would have been in bed watching it and snuggled into the duvet. He knew that if you were in a particularly good mood, you liked to sit on the sofa as you watched it. At least you weren't in a bad mood, he thought. At least there was that, and as he sat down beside you, he was pleasantly surprised that you leaned into him so keenly, grumbling softly as you pressed the side of your face against his arm and shifted around so that you weren't awkwardly bent over.
Loki found himself relaxing a little, his eyes slowly shutting as he let out a little yawn and stretched his legs out, crossing them at the ankle as he let you hold his hand tightly; he wanted to ask, he wanted to ask what had happened, what they had said and what you had said. He wanted to interrogate you, but when he realised that that's what he wanted, he shook his head, and cleared his throat. "You okay?"
"Yeah," you nodded, smiling. "I don't know why I bothered, but hey, at least I got a free meal of it so it's not all that bad, really."
That wasn't what Loki was expecting in the slightest, his jaw clenching as he got a little more tense, brows furrowed as he frowned and uncrossed his ankles, shifting a little so that he was sat upright. "What do you mean you don't know why you bothered?"
"It's just..." you shrugged. "I mean, yeah, I wasn't a perfect boyfriend - but they kept saying the same fucking accusations."
"Which are?"
"That me and you are somehow a thing," you scoffed, but something in your voice told him that you weren't joking. "I mean, yeah, alright... you're hot, and you mean a lot to me, and sometimes I do wish I was your boyfriend... but we're not a thing, are we?"
He fell silent. Sure, he had wished time and time again that you were his, his boyfriend, his partner, he wished it would happen more times than he could or wanted to count, but he knew that it wouldn't work; Loki had hardly enough time to spend with you as it was, thanks to work constantly on his back about everything and anything, and he didn't want you to feel as if you were being neglected because of him. He didn't want to make you feel that way. Never. Not you. Loki could fucking abandon and neglect everyone else in his life, but not you. Not the best friend who he had come to realise that he had other feelings for.
He swallowed thickly. You called him hot. You found him attractive. He scratched the side of his nose. You said he meant a lot to you. You wished you were his boyfriend. You wanted to be his as much as he wanted to be yours. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe he wouldn't neglect and abandon you as much as he feared he would, maybe he wasn't going to hurt you and maybe he wasn't going to make you upset. Maybe things would be okay in the end after all. Maybe.
"Do you mean that?"
"Yeah," you breathed out. "Loki, for fuck's sake, I love you! You're my best friend, and I... I love you as my best friend, and always will, but I also love you... the other way. And I'd wanna give it a go."
"What if I hurt you?" He asked. "You know I don't have a lot of time to spare as it is."
"Then hurt me," you told him. "Hurt me as badly as you can. I'm a big boy, I can take it."
"It could ruin our friendship."
You moved to sit upright, glaring at him as you huffed and shook your head, daring to laugh softly. "Loki... nothing could ruin that - unless you tell me you suddenly hate Train to Busan, in which case, I'm not only disowning and abandoning you, I'm also gonna bully you."
Loki couldn't stop the laugh that escaped him at that, shaking his head fondly. "I love that film."
"So..." you cleared your throat. "Your day off is tomorrow - wanna go to the café for a date?"
"I'd rather stay here," Loki explained, "and I'd rather watch Train to Busan with you."
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The Implicit Demand for Proof (14)
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Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader
Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?
Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language.
Authors Note- this chapter was originally supposed to be the end BUT was too damn long so I split it into two parts…so chapter 15 will be out next week! And that really will be the last chapter promise! But fret not dear friends!! If you love our fave detective and forensic psychologist!Reader, I’m going to be writing a continuation of this series! My new fic Choking on Circumstances will be out soon! Check my masterlist for more deets! (Saying deets like I’m in the mid 2000s) if you want more Loki content feel free to send me a request and check my masterlist!
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Joy Birch has been found alive.
The feeling of relief that washed over Loki and (y/n) was one like no other when they had learned the news, but the state of relief didn’t last long as there was no sign of Anna.
But the news came at, perhaps, the most inopportune time. Loki had finally worked up the nerve to tell (y/n) how he felt, but as if the universe was giving him the middle finger, their talk was interrupted by the good news. But at the least, it was good news
Loki rounded the hallway corner, heading straight for (y/n’s) desk.
He stopped, suddenly getting cold feet.
He quickly ducked into the bathroom. He checked himself once over in the mirror, putting back the one strand of unruly hair. He was sure the feelings were mutual, he didn’t doubt that. He saw the big signs like the flirting and the playful banter, yes, but he didn’t miss the little signs either. Like the way she smiled at him, or the occasional featherlight touch from her that sent pleasant chills down his spine every time, or the way she immediately perked up the first time they met. He didn’t doubt these things, the evidence as he called it, he was just a little rusty when it came to matters of the heart.
Loki waltzed up to her desk, she spun around eagerly upon hearing his footsteps.
“Are the footprints a match?” She asked.
Loki, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach, replied with a simple “yes.”
He looked down at the ground, then back up at her, his blue eyes staring straight into hers.
“Can we talk?”
His question created a pit in (y/n’s) stomach.
“Sure.” She replied, trying to maintain her optimism. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah.” Loki said, (y/n’s) doe-eyed expression, a mix of worry and curiosity, made David’s heart jump. She looked so cute with wide eyes and barely parted lips.
Lips that he wanted to taste so badly.
In the time it took him to walk over to the office from the lab, he had created a well composed speech in his head. But the question of whether or not it would come out so well orchestrated was up in the air. He was prepared to just get his feelings out and whatever way they made it out- word vomit or affection filled confession- he was sure (y/n) would understand.
Just as he began to speak, he was interrupted by the ringing of his cellphone.
“Fuck.”
He looked at the caller ID
Conyers Medical Center
“Fuck. I’m sorry. Hang on.” He excused himself.
.
Swept up in the whirlwind that was finding Joy and getting down to the hospital, Loki hadn’t gotten the chance to continue their conversation. It was killing them both.
Thinking of how much he hated to leave (y/n) hanging, he was wishing she came with him to the hospital. She had stayed at the office to prepare a forensic interview for Joy- it was their best shot at finding Anna.
Directing all of these fucking people was getting on David’s nerves.. shooing off the press, preparing the family, doctors and nurses to be directed to follow forensic protocol. He so wished (y/n) was here to help. ‘She’s probably real good at this sort of thing’ he thought- which is why a small wave of relief washed over him as he heard her voice coming down the hallway.
“(Y/n)!” He motioned her over to where he was hiding amongst the hospital vending machines- taking a quick break from all the people.
“How is she?” You questioned, clutching the thick stack of papers close to your chest.
“She’s stable. No major physical injuries, they did a rape kit and didn’t find anything. Drugged pretty heavy so I don’t know if we’ll get anything out of her.
You let out a sigh of relief.
“Okay. I’m prepared to do a full interview. Ready when you are.” You said and gave Loki a quick nod.
You found it humorous Loki was hiding amongst the vending machines, cause that exactly the same type of shit you’d do. Maybe it was meant to be.
“I’ve got officer John and Chemlelinski posted at the entrance. No one in the room except the family.” Loki told you as he walked with you to the Birch’s hospital room.
“Good…Hey. Uh..what did you wanna talk about earlier?” You questioned, nervous to bring it up, but you were dying to know what Loki was going to say.
“Um…” Loki rubbed the back of his neck. “I uh-“
“Detective Loki, the Dover family is here.” Officer Carter informed as he nearly collided with you and Loki coming around the corner.
He pinched his brow. “Fuck.”
“I said nobody’s allowed in that room but her family.” David spat at the officer as the two of you hurried down the hall. Rounding the corner, you were met with Keller Dover who turned on his heel upon seeing you and the detective.
“Hey! Where you goin’?” Loki’s question was ignored by Keller.
“Keller?” Grace questioned.
“Hey! Where’s he going?” Loki asked.
“I don’t know.” She stated.
“Hey!” He yelled once again as Keller took off into a sprint.
“Call downstairs, don’t let him go.” Loki ordered the front desk nurse.
“(Y/n) stay with the family I’ve got him.”
“Sure.” You said with the full intention of letting Loki run after Keller Dover, your lazy ass would be happy to stay with the family.
“Hey! Hey!!” Loki yelled as he and officer John took off after him.
David’s increasingly odd obsession with Keller Dover aside, your focus was the family.
You gave a quiet knock on the door, the Birch’s motioning for you to come in.
“Hello Nancy, Franklin.” You greeted giving them a nod.
“I’ve got some resources for you here.” You said handing Nancy the packet of papers. “I’ve got everything in there that you may need; from the best trauma therapists in the state, to financial help with hospital bills. I wasn’t sure what exactly you needed so I covered all the bases.”
“Thank you.” She replied.
You then turned to Joy. Your heart broke upon seeing her small body laying in the hospital bed.
But at least you weren’t looking at her in the morgue.
“Hi, Joy, I’m Dr. (L/N).” You introduced yourself, plastering on your best fake smile. “I need to ask you some questions ok? I need you to help me find Anna, will you be brave enough to help me do that?”
She nodded yes.
“Great.”
.
After talking with Joy, you quickly found out you wouldn’t get a whole lot from her. She was in and out of consciousness, the drugs having a strong effect on her petite body You’d have to try again later when she was alert.
You gathered your things and stepped outside the hospital room. With a big sigh, you felt your eyes begin to water, tearing up.
It was always tough doing those kinds of interviews, especially with kids.
She didn’t have any physical injuries, no, but what she had been through would leave a lasting mental scar. Poor thing.
Thankfully the ringing of your cellphone pulled you from your dismal thoughts.
It was Loki.
“Hello?”
“I found Alex Jones at Dover’s apartments.”Loki said, getting straight to the point as usual. “He’s headed to the ER by ambulance.. the kid is beat half to death, burns all over him and shit. I didn’t recognize him at first. Looks like Keller was fucking torturing him, (y/n), literal torture.”
“Holy shit. Did you arrest him?”
“No, if I knew where the motherfucker was I would!”
“Fuck!He’s not there?!” You yelled in disbelief. If he wasn’t there where the hell was he?
“We need to find him ASAP. God knows what he’s doing right now.”
“Yeah. I’ll get on it.”
“Thanks. You get anything outta Joy?”
“No, she’s too out of it, Going to try again later. I’ll keep you updated.”
“Okay. I’m waiting on the crime scene unit to get here to process the scene. Thanks, (l/n).” He said and hung up, preoccupied with his discovery of Alex.
Good thing Loki called you before you left the hospital. And even more of a convenience, the three people that knew Keller Dover best were all in one place so Interviewing them for Dovers profile would be easy.
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You stepped out of the hospital room and looked out the window. It was dark out now, the gray winter day had quickly come to an end.
You shifted focus to your reflection in the window, you hoped David found big eye bags attractive because you were definitely rocking them at this point. You didn’t look quite like a raccoon but the resemblance was there.
Dark under eye circles aside, deep diving into the seemingly simple life of Keller Dover had left you with a few things.
He was in the US Army, which could explain the methods of brutal torture inflicted on Alex. A stressful situation- like your daughter being kidnapped- could trigger some PSTD. The last thing that stuck with you, was what Grace told you Joy said to him..”you were there.”
He was where? What did that even mean?
You decided to drive around and check out all the places Keller Dover frequented in the hope that he would be there.
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Aww I love your writing so much!!!! 🩷🩷 The detective Loki A-Z felt so accurate 🥹 he’s so precious. Can you write something that kind of goes off the jealousy area? Like it’s a coworker who reader gets close with and is honestly clueless to the flirting?
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a/n: here you go, nonny! i couldn't agree more. David is my baby and he deserves some happiness and a warm hug
pairing: Detective David Loki x reader
summary: a new co-worker makes a misguided move on the reader and david gets pissed
warnings: language, angst, arguing (if i missed one, lemme know. minors, do not interact!)
SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG
Sliding your legs over the edge of your side of the bed, you sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes. David’s on the phone with O’Malley. You already know he’s gotta go into work today.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in 30 tops” he says lowly in his gravely morning voice before hanging up his cell phone.
“I’ll make breakfast” you smile sleepily at him.
You reach out to reassuringly squeeze his arm to let him know it’s alright. He’s already mentally beating himself up for waking you up and not being able to be enjoy his morning off with you as he had promised.
You make your way through the one-story house and head to the kitchen to get his coffee going. You decide on making a hearty breakfast because you know very well David will skip lunch today.
So, you settle for a nice egg, bacon, and cheese sandwich on toasted bagels with cream cheese. You make two for him so he can take one to work and hopefully eat while he’s on the road. You even cut up some bananas, apples, strawberries and oranges to make a little fruit salad.
David isn’t the healthiest guy around, but he deeply appreciates that you care for him and his health. He never really had anyone to care about him – much less his health – so he’ll sure make to eat every bite.
You hear his electric razor shut off after his shower. A while later, he comes into the kitchen with his hair slicked back. His light blue button-up shirt is open, exposing his white sleeveless undershirt. His gold chain dangles and dances around his neck as he buttons the cuffs of his shirt.
You can’t help but smile to yourself. You wish you could stop him and slide his button-up off. You love it when he wears his undershirt and chain around the house.
“Honey, think you can get a ride to work today?” he asks kissing the back of your head as you slice up the fruit.
“Yeah, babe. It’s no problem. I already texted Jared and asked him to pick me up.”
His hands working the buttons closed on his front stop as his eyes narrow in on the back of your head.
“Jared? You already texted him?”
“Yeah. I figured you’d leave before me.”
“Oh…”
You know that there’s something he’s holding back from you. You turn your head to glance at him, hoping to get a read of him as you slide the chopped-up fruit in a container.
“Is there a problem with that?”
You already know the answer to that.
“No. Nothing. Just didn’t know you and Jared were so close already. I mean, didn’t he just start there like two weeks ago?”
His eyebrows rise and his lip press flat as he looks down at his hands, letting them finish their work on his shirt.
“Two months ago, but he was pretty much on his own, so I figured I’d be the first to befriend him. The first weeks are the worst when you start working at a new place.”
“Yeah, I get that. Just didn’t think you were already texting each other.”
“Dave, there’s nothing going on between us if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. Your face says it all.”
You’re slightly hurt that he would think there could be something brewinh between you and Jared. It may come from a place of worry, but isn't that trust is for?
“Look, I gotta get going. I’ll see you tonight.”
You nod as you hand him the containers of sandwiches and his travel mug. He leaves you with a kiss on your forehead and you watch him leave, letting the tension hang in the air. You try to put it on the mental backburner as you head up to get ready for your day.
Hearing a honk coming from outside, you look out the window and confirm Jared’s arrival. You grab your bag, keys and phone before heading out the door and walking to Jared’s car.
“Hey, Jare. Thanks for the late-notice lift. David got called in and my car’s still at the shop.”
“You know I don’t mind it at all. It’s been almost a couple days though. Have they given you any updates on it?”
“Something about the starting motor failing. Solenoid damage, I think? They have to replace some coils or some shit.”
“That shouldn’t take more than a few hours to replace though.”
“David says the same thing. He’s getting pretty impatient. Said he’s gonna stop by there today to check up. You know how some mechanics can be when they see a girl with car trouble.” You complete with a roll of your eyes.
“Yeah, some pricks take advantages. I know a thing or two about cars. I’d be happy to look into it for you if you want?”
“Really? Yeah, yeah. That’d be great. I’m gonna wait for David though. He said he’d stop by there today. I’ll give you a heads up though.”
After arriving to work, you head straight for your sector to settle in. You can’t help but notice how kind Jared seems to be towards you in this new light that David casted earlier in the morning.
Jared always offers to refill your water bottle whenever he gets up, always offers snacks, brings you back your favorite coffee or tea after his breaks, compliments your hair or nails or even your perfume. During the whole day, you can’t help but notice he doesn’t treat his other co-workers the same. You begin to wonder if you’ve led him on to believe you’re more than just co-workers or if it’s because he’s new and not very close to the others.
You decide to shake the thought from your head and go on about your work. However, with this new concept in the back of your mind, you start to politely deny Jared’s kind offers. He doesn’t seem hurt by it. A small wave of relief washes over you. Maybe you were just in over your head and overthinking what David had told you.
Around closing time, Jared stops by your station to check if you need a ride home. You check your phone, hoping David texted you with a reply about picking you up, but there’s no new messages.
Your heart sinks a bit. You’d hoped he could’ve at least replied. Is he really that upset with you?
“Yeah, I could use a ride.”
The house isn’t very far. You could walk home, but the rain is already pouring down heavy. And this time of year, the cold winter air is starting to arrive, slickening the streets and sidewalks with ice.
You smile to hide that you wished you didn’t need a ride from Jared. You know it’s not gonna make things easier to deal with at home.
Part of you thinks David is acting ridiculously like a child that's too selfish to share a toy. Only you’re not a toy. You’re a human being and you’re his fiancée. You’re supposed to be getting married.
The other part of you wonders how you would feel if it were the other way around. If he had a new partner on the job and spent hours with her. With everything Jared does for you, would you be ok with someone else treating David the same way?
Trying to settle the internal dispute, you remember that it’s your intentions that really counts. You’re not breaking his trust because you have no intention of getting with Jared. You’re friends and that’s all there is. And you would want David to have a good friend too in your situation.
You walk out together, gabbling on about the day as you climb into his car.
As Jared turns onto your street, you’re laughing over an amusing situation you’d survived in your first week at the company with an unsatisfied client. Jared had had his first unpleasant interaction with a frustrated client. Although he handled it pretty well, he was still a bit disappointed about it.
Grateful the rain has let up, you notice Dave’s car parked in the driveway. Why didn’t he at least text you back if he was home? You feel a slight pang in your chest, but you shove it down as you continue your conversation. Jared knows your line of though has been thrown off and he can only guess it has to do with the black Crown Victoria perched in front of the garage.
“It can happen to anyone,” you say looking up at the tall brown-haired co-worker as he turns the car off, parking in front of your house. You hear a door close from outside and keys jingling, but you don’t think much of it. Most of your neighbors get home at this time as well.
“You can’t please everybody and you have to accept that,” you resume looking down at the dashboard. “You’re not here to please, you’re here to do your job.”
“You’re an amazing person, you know that?”
Something is different about the way Jared is looking at you. It’s intense and you don’t like it.
He leans over the arm rest/storage compartment separating the front seats and places a surprising kiss on your cheek.
You quick react by pulling yourself back and gently push him away with a hand on his shoulder.
“Whoa, Jared. That’s sweet, but i-it’s not like that. We’re just friends. You realize that, right?” you ask frowning at him. “I’m happily engaged.”
“Y-yeah... I figured. I thought I-I’d shoot my shot. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He looks down embarrassed as his cheeks blush a bright regretful shade of red. “I misread things. I’m sorry. That’s on me. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. Just… Don’t do that again, alright?”
“Yeah. Definitely will not” he chuckles nervously. “It won’t happen again. I promise. Just like you said, we’re only friends.”
You’re not really sure how to react. You can tell he feels really awkward about the whole thing, but you just want to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Flashing a shy, nervous smile at him, you thank him for the ride and climb out of the car. You slowly walk up the concrete path, digging through you bag for your keys.
Upon finding them, you look up and freeze.
David is standing in the path, glaring at the young man in the car. As he keeps his furious gaze locked on Jared, his hands move to rest on his hip. Pushing back his black winter jacket, his gold badge and his standard issue gun are exposed to remind Jared of who he is.
You don’t realize it’s a non-verbal threat. You just think he’s pissed judging by the constant hard blinking of his eyes.
“David, it’s not what you th-“ you start only to be cut off.
“In the house. Right now.”
He has a point. This isn’t a topic to discuss outside for all your neighbors to hear.
You walk quietly past him and march up the porch. You leave the door open for him, but he’s not far behind you. Only a couple moments since he’d been staring Jared down until he finally drove away.
The door slams as he enters the house.
“Are you fucking serious? There’s nothing going on, right?” He asks loudly and angrily.
“Yes, there’s nothing going on, Dave.” You say trying to stay calm, unwilling to match his tone. You’d be angry too in his place.
“You expect me to believe that after what I just saw?!”
“Yes, because that’s the truth. I know how that looked like. He thought I was sending him signs of interest. I won’t lie about that. But I didn’t want him to do that. There is absolutely no interest on my behalf!”
“The fucking chicken hawk just kissed you!”
“I didn’t want him to! I told him that! Maybe if you had picked me up from work or at least fucking texted me back, I wouldn’t have gotten in that fucking car in the first place!” you seethe at him.
“Oh, so this is my fault??” he snaps back at you bewildered.
He opens his mouth to speak, but just in that same moment, his cell phone rings. A hushed ‘fuck’ escapes from his lips as he answers the call. You just roll your eyes and fold your arm across your chest because you already know what that means.
The conversation is quick. You can’t tell much; all you know is that Captain O’Malley is calling him into the station.
“We’re not done on this”, he says with a raised finger in your direction and opens the door behind him.
The door slams shut. You close your eyes and lean against the wall, wishing you had never gotten in that car.
Dragging your tired body up the stairs, you make your way to your room. You notice the comforter is rumpled on David’s side along with his pillows. It’s not as you had it in the morning; it was neat and made to look inviting. You sigh and run a hand through your hair. Now you know why he didn’t answer you at first; he had fallen asleep.
You set your bag atop of the dresser that you share. You dig out your phone to set it to charge. There’re a couple unread messages and 2 missed calls; all from David and right around the time you’d left work.
Sorry, babe. Fell asleep and just woke up.
On my way right now!
You feel guilty thinking about how you could’ve avoided the whole ordeal. Now, David is mad at you and you’re mad at him for thinking that you wanted Jared to kiss you.
You head into the ensuite bathroom to shower and let the water wash away the stress of your day. As the warm water pours over you, you just hope this isn’t what ends your relationship.
Once you’re cleaned and a bit more relaxed, you go about the house to start on some of the chores. Deciding on a simple, quick and easy dinner, you sit on the couch to eat by yourself.
It’s been hours since David’s left and you miss him. You just want him to come home, so you can tell him how much you miss and love him.
You look down at your phone. He read your “I’m sorry” text, but he hasn’t replied. You wonder if it’s because he’s busy or he just doesn’t want to talk to you.
Wanting to stay up and wait for him, you start on the dirty dishes and pots in the kitchen. Then the laundry. You can’t stay still. It bothers you too much and you have to stay awake. There’s nothing left to do around the house, so you plot back down on the couch and surf through the channels to try to find something to watch.
It’s around midnight when you hear his car pull into the driveway. You race to the window to look out and make sure it’s him. He looks tired as he approaches the house with his keys in hand. His shoulders are hunched from the weight of the day’s stress.
You stand by the window and watch as he drags himself inside. He closes the door and hangs up his jacket before kicking his boots off. His back is turned to you and he hasn’t seen you yet.
When he does, he gazes at you for a moment. He’s too tired to argue, but he loves the fact that you’re wearing his sweater.
“You hungry? I made dinner. I can make you a plate,” you say softly breaking the silence.
“Yeah, I could eat.”
It’s quiet between you both. It’s a moment of cease fire. The elephant is still in the room, but you know how his weighs heavily on him. Especially with the case he’s working on. You don’t know much about it. David likes to keep that away from you. All you know is what you heard on the news and that there are kids involved. Those types of cases hit too close to home for him.
You leave him to eat in peace and tell him that you’re heading up to bed.
Assuming he’ll sleep on the couch since he must be upset still, you head to the bathroom to have a final tinkle before bed and brush your teeth. You crawl into bed and hug your pillow as you stare at the wall, luminated only by the fluorescent orange light of the street lamps.
Tears prick your eyes. You hate this distance between you and him. It’s ridiculous, but you know it’s not the time for it.
You hear David’s footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall. The door creaks as he walks into the bedroom.
He goes about his usual routine; set his ring and chain on top of the dresser along with his badge. Then he walks over to the nightstand to open the drawer there. He pulls his gun from it's holster and makes sure its' safety is on. He had set it before already, but it never hurt to double check.
Soon after setting the gun in the lockbox within the drawer, he quietly makes his way to the bathroom. He opens the squeaky faucet and water pours from the shower.
He doesn’t take long. It’s a quick shower to wash his hair and body. He’s too tired to do more than he has to.
You hear him come into the room to grab a pair of boxers from his drawers. He seems quiet and still. Though your back is turned to him, you feel his eyes on you.
He stands still, hands on the wooden dresser as he mentally contemplates what to do. He knows it wasn’t your fault. He knows it wasn’t you who kissed Jared. He saw you pull away and push him back. He knows you didn’t like it or expect it just as much as him.
His head drops and his eyes close. In truth, the time at work had kept him too busy to think about it much, but he did think about you. Part of him felt you were like a victim, caught up in the crime with no fault. The other part of him wondered what could have happened to influence Jared to kiss you.
With a heavy sigh, you sense his footsteps approaching the bed. You expect to feel the wool blanket at the foot of the bed slide off along with his pillow.
To your surprise, you feel the comforter lifts behind you allowing a cool breeze to creep onto your back. Your heart beats faster. The mattress dips with his heavy frame. And you feel an arm drape over your waist.
“You awake?” His voice is a whisper in the dark.
You reply with a nod. You don’t want him to see you’re crying, though you know it’s inevitable.
“Can we talk?”
You quickly wipe your eyes in an attempt to omit the evidence of your pain. Turning onto your other side, you’re face to face. His hand doesn’t leave your waist. You let him slide underneath your shirt to feel your warmth.
“I don’t wanna fight. I don’t wanna argue,” he starts.
“Neither do I, Dave.” Your voice is soft as you reach to tenderly hold his bicep. You want to pull him close and hold him forever, but that might be too much.
“Are you really happy being with me?”
Your heart breaks to think that he feels like you might not be happy with him. You open your mouth to answer him, desperate to chase away his fear, but he continues.
“I know I’m not the best partner. I know for sure I haven’t been in the past. In some relationships, I didn’t even try to be. But I’m trying, sweetheart. I’m trying real hard because I love you and I want to be with you. I don’t know if it’s enou-“
You can’t listen to him anymore.
“Listen to me, Dave. I love you. You are more than enough for me and you make me the happiest in the world. And that’s enough for me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You sure about that?” he asks with pleading eyes.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Jared is just a dude I felt bad for at work. I was just trying to be a friend, that’s all. But he misread my intentions. That’s it, that’s all that happened. And I’m gonna distance myself from him because I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”
David feels relieved to hear your solution. He didn’t want risk sounding like a possessive jerk and ask you to not talk to Jared anymore, but he likes that you’re willing to make that change willingly for the sake of your relationship.
After all, he can’t be surprised someone else would want to have you. The minute he met you, he wanted you for himself as well. He’s just lucky he got to have his chance before anyone did.
He smiles tiredly at you and closes his eyes as he rests his forehead against yours.
“Think you can forgive me for being a dick earlier? I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”
“I don’t know. You might just have to make it up to me” you tease with a playful smirk, getting a low chuckle out of him.
“Whatever you want. Just name it.”
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Poisoned Truth
Loki x female reader
Triggers - smut, 18+, mild angst
Description - hydra had poisoned the team with a love drug. What will you do when you’re the only one without a lover?
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You were screwed. No two ways about it. Death was coming for you. The irony in that phrase.
A simple mission with the Avengers turned out to be a trap set by Hydra. Tony, Nat, Clint and you headed over to a warehouse thinking you would be collecting some valuable intel on the latest leader to step up in Hydra. It was too late when Tony detected the gas in the building, you were all infected.
The flight back in the jet was spent scanning, researching, testing everything possible to work out what they had poisoned you with, but 5 minutes in to the flight you were starting to realise.
Tony was desperate to get to Pepper, Nat to Bruce, and Clint to his wife. Desperate with need. Overwhelming, soul crushing need. From the little Tony could gather the Hydra drug would drive them to madness, boil them from the inside out unless they found their completion with the one they love.
Hydra were placing their bets on no Avenger being able to find true love. They would lose that bet, for the most part.
You however? Agent y/n l/n? You had no such love. Not that anyone knew anyway. You made it back to the tower, the others running to their loved ones for some life saving alone time. You slowly stumbled back to your room, a thin veil of sweat starting to cover your body. Alone.
You closed the door to your room and sank down to the floor. A weird kind of acceptance seeping in to your brain. So this is how it would end. Thwarted by the one enemy you could never defeat, love and orgasms. How poetic. You weren’t a virgin, you’d had your share of partners, but every one a disappointment. No man had ever taken the time to learn your body, to relish in your pleasure instead of their own. You’d never known pleasure from another.
An ache in your core starter and your mind drifted to the man you had dared to hope would have changed that. A secret hope he could never know of. He, a God, could never lower himself to the standards of a mortal. Sure you spent most of your free time together. Reading, playing tricks on each other to pass the time. You were one of the few to get him to open up and on some occasions, laugh. But he was also quick to tell you of his lineage, his power, his birthright.
You were just y/n. A basic mortal with some killer fighting skills. Nothing more.
A knock on your door had you jumping and groaning at the same time as the heat flared in your body.
“Agent?” Loki called “agent you need to let me in”
“Go away Loki, you can’t be near me. You can’t see this. It’s fine just go” you replied. Keeping your voice as flat as possible in the hope he wouldn’t care enough to stay.
“We both know that’s not true. I’ve seen, and heard the other return. I know something is very wrong now let me in” Loki sounded aggravated. So he wanted to know what happened, good for him, he can read about it later you thought.
Shivers were starting to run down your spine. His proximity not helping your situation. You may not be ready to admit your feelings for the god, but clearly your body knew. It was getting harder to form coherent thoughts so you didn’t bother to respond to him. Resting your head back on the door you closed your eyes as pain started to deep in to your limbs.
“Agent!” An urgent voice right in front of you. You open your eyes to see Loki knelt in front of you, his eyes taking in the sight of you. Dazed, hot, your breathing increased.
“How, how are you here Loki?” Tony restricted his magic in the compound while he earned his place in society.
“My dear y/n. If you think there is anywhere in the nine realms I couldn’t reach to get to you, you are so very mistaken” he reached a hand forward to cup your face.
“NO!” You shot up and tried to back across your room, anywhere to get some distance from him. His proximity was sending your body into overdrive. Your mind couldn’t comprehend his words. Was this the drug? Making you see and hear things? “Loki you can’t be here. The mission went wrong. Hydra, drugged us. It’s bad. I can’t… you can’t…” your eyes fluttered and your legs faltered as a wave of heat came from your core.
In a second Loki was beside you, catching you as you fell. You cried out as his body made contact with yours. Part pain, part desperate need. Loki couldn’t wait any longer, his palm touched your forehead and he dove in to your memories. A sigh escaped him as he realised why you were trying to escape him.
“Y/n, I am here. You have nothing to fear. It would be my honour to stay with you, foolish mortal” a smile tugged his lips “I will not stop until you are cured, and I can’t guarantee I will after that either”
Your eyes fluttered open as you tried to take in his words. “I…” that was all he allowed before his lips crashed in to yours. I’m an instant heat burned through you with the power of a thousand suns. No pain, just need and fulfilment. This is what you needed. He is what you needed.
A moan escaped your lips as fingers caress your scalp, tugging your head to align you more perfectly with his mouth. His sinful, achingly beautiful mouth. You could come apart right now. A tiny voice in the back of your barely functioning mind started to whisper dark thoughts, telling you this wouldn’t work. No one else has managed to pleasure you fully, you’re broken.
Loki couldn’t sense your hesitation. He needed to silence it. After months of yearning, never daring to risk their treasured friendship, he finally had you. Upon seeing the state of the other avengers on their return he knew he had to find you. He couldn’t lose you.
His mouth left yours and blazed a trail down your neck, stopping to nip and suck at your pulse point, pulling a ragged moan from your throat and silencing all voices in your head. Your fingers dove in to his hair and pulled him closer. Still half collapsed in to each other on the floor he picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and ground in to him as moans spilled from your lips. Loki intended to lay you on the bed but it was too much for him. He slammed you in to the wall, teeth latching on to your neck as his hand found your hardened nipple beneath your suit and rolled it between his thumb and finger.
You cried out, core tightening as you felt yourself close to cumming already. Gods how you wanted him, needed him. You had never felt like this before. He groaned as his hips rocked in to you. “Gods y/n, you feel perfect against me. I need to touch every part of you, taste all of you” with a wave of his hand your clothes melted from your body. “Perfection” he said as he looked down at you, still wrapped round his waist. Your head back and eyes closed in pure bliss. The pink tint to your skin brought him back to reality, he needed to save you.
His hands gripped you tightly as he spun round and placed you on the edge of the bed. With no time to think about your new position he dove between your thighs, mouth latching on to your clit and sucking hard. The force of it slammed in to your nerves and had you screaming out, back arched in pure pleasure. You had never felt anything close to this before, even from your own hands. His attack on your clit didn’t let up as he slid 2 fingers into your pussy, curling to find your spot and pumping relentlessly. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breath, not enough air in your lungs to even scream out as an orgasm ripped through your body with enough force to bend your backwards.
When you finally came down you gasped for air. Your foggy brain trying to work out what happened, how it happened. Blinking back to reality you looked down at Loki still sat between your legs looking at you with awe in his eyes.
“How… how did you do that? Is it the drug?” You asked.
He looked at you confused. “I’m unsure what you mean Y/n. Has no one done this to you before?”.
You shook your head. “Not like that, no one’s ever made me cum Loki” you looked away and started to try to cover yourself from embarrassment. He took your hands to stop you. As he did another wave of heat started to build, the drug wasn’t done with you yet. You whimpered and Loki realised your pain.
“Mortal men cannot comprehend the goddess that you are Agent. It seems you have been waiting for me for far too long…”. He climbed up your body, his hand sliding into your hair and…..
And I’m a really mean writer! Do I carry on?!
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BESTIE BEGGING ON MY KNEES we need more david loki x reader out here 😭😭 maybe some angst/comfort?? ILY
jealousy
i got two pretty similar requests so i kinda combined these into one! anywho i fucking LIVE for angst, so i had fun writing this! it’s not as angsty as some of the stuff i’ve written, but i hope this lives up to yalls expectations 🙏
pairing: detective david loki x reader
warnings: cussing, arguing, jealousy, drinking, david gets slapped. implied female reader, though it can be read as gn! i think that’s it 😁
summary: david is jealous of a new hire that’s been flirting with you at the precinct.
words: 1,313
“i’m just saying i don’t like you being all buddy buddy with him.” david’s words shot anger through your veins. he was talking about one of the new hires that you were tasked with showing around the precinct. you were only the receptionist, meaning you had the most spare time to show someone the ropes. you could tell the guy liked you, making a few jokes and letting his eyes linger on you a little longer than they should. this didn’t bother you a bit. you were so smitten with david that no other person would be able to tinge it in even the slightest, so you let it slide and continued on showing him around. in hindsight, you knew this argument was going to happen. you noticed the way david’s jaw clenched as you spoke to the other man, eyes boring holes into the back of his head from his desk, surely imagining a hundred ways to kill him.
“david. i was asked by o’malley to show him the ropes. what am i supposed to do? say no and lose my job?” david shakes his head at your words, sighing heavily.
“no. but you two seemed awful friendly.” his eyes snap over to yours from his place at the counter, a glass of whiskey in his hands.
“there’s nothing behind that. i treat him just like any other coworker. you need to get over this jealousy thing, D. don’t you trust me?” you shoot him a glare, annoyed that he was so untrusting of you. you watch as he downs the rest of his whiskey, slamming the glass down a little harder than he should have. he shakes his head in annoyance.
“he was flirting with you.”
“so what? i love you and only you. i’m not going to let some new hire’s shitty flirting change that.”
“you do this on purpose to mess with me, don’t you?” he scoffs, the slightest slur to his words. this is when you realized he was more drunk than you thought.
“jesus. you’re drunk. i’m not doing this with you while you’re fucking drunk.” you turn on your heel, walking from the kitchen. you were hurt. you knew he was the jealous type, but not like this. you hadn’t done more than show the new hire around and share maybe two laughs, but that was enough to send him over the edge. just as you stepped out of the living room and your feet make contact with the soft carpet from your living room, he spoke again.
“do you not love me anymore? that it?” this for you, was your breaking point. you weren’t thinking anymore as you turned and stormed back into the kitchen, getting face to face with loki who stood from his seat as you came over.
“how dare you?” your voice had a shake to it as you point a finger into his chest. “i would take a fucking bullet for you. god, your insecurities are taking over this relationship david! why cant you trust me like i trust you? half the women in the precinct drool over you every day. but see, i TRUST you. why not talk to me instead of drowning your feelings in fucking liquor first?” by the time you finished speaking you realized tears were coming down your cheeks in thick streams. you could tell what you had said got to david deep down, but you also knew how he was after a few drinks. stubborn as all hell. a few beats of silence pass before his brows furrow, eyes hardening ever so slightly, only something you could notice. you grit your teeth, knowing some bullshit was about to leave his lips.
“you gonna leave me over this now so you can go be with that new hire? what’s his fuckin’ name, john? jake? j-” you cut david’s sentence short with a harsh slap to the face. you knew it was wrong, but you were so hot with anger that any rational thought had been thrown out the window. his head snapped to the side, and for a while he stayed that way, pressing his lips into a flat line as he processed what had just happened, surely getting more sober by the minute. you weren’t the type of person to resort to hitting in situations like this, and your actions shocked the both of you. finally, he turned his head back to look at you, eyes widened ever so slightly. your bottom lip quivered, a threat of more tears to come, and you turned to walk towards your front door before he could say much more. you slipped your shoes on, not taking the time to put on a coat even though snow fell lightly from the dark sky. you didn’t know where you were going, but your feet had carried you through winding sidewalks through the little neighborhoods of conyers for at least a few hours. when you were sure you’d get sick from the cold and lack of a coat, you hesitantly came back home.
you pushed your front door open, and david was sitting on the couch, tv off. his head snapped to you instantly, his eyebrows knotted in worry. clearly he’s had time to sober up and reflect. you hardly make eye contact with him, deciding to head to the shower, hoping it would wash all your feelings away. you ignore as he calls your name out, soon drowning any other sound out with the sound of running water from the shower head. you stepped in so hastily you nearly forgot to pull your socks off. for a while you stood under the stream of hot water with your eyes closed, simply daydreaming. you were only snapped out of it by the sound of the bathroom door opening.
“david. just leave me alone.” you sigh. after a few moments of silence, you speak again.
“helloo? are you trying to be mysterious or something?” suddenly, david pulled the shower curtain back, not hesitating to step into the shower with you. he was still fully clothed.
“hey!!!” you shout, staring at him wide eyed, though a smile was tugging at your lips at the insanity of it all. “D, you’re still in your clothes!” he only looked at you, a solemn expression on his face.
“i’m sorry.” as he spoke, water from the shower dripped down his face, strands of hair falling out of their usual perfect place. you sigh, running a hand down your face and looking back up at him.
“i just don’t want to lose you. i’m scared.” you could hardly here these words from him as he spoke them so quietly, you nearly had to resort to reading his lips.
“i know. i know. i just wish we could talk about these things before you drink.” your eyes scan his face which remained knotted with worry. you noticed a red mark still remained where you had hit him. you look away for a few beats of silence. “i’m sorry for hitting you. i should have never done that.”
“i deserved it.”
a snort escapes you as you look back at him. “maybe just a little. but it was wrong. so i’m sorry.”
a small smile twitches at the corner of his lips. “i forgive you.” his touch was gentle as he pulled you into his embrace. you wrap your arms around his clothed frame, resting your head against his shoulder and sighing deeply, this time with relief.
“did you really have to get in the shower with your clothes though?”
“i thought it would be good for dramatic effect.” you pull away, looking at david who was smiling much wider at his seemingly great idea to get into the shower fully clothed. you shake your head, pressing your lips against his for a few moments.
“you’re an idiot, loki.”
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