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gyll-yee-haw · 2 months
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Could you write Donnie crushing on the reader and he walks in while she's in the shower or like changing and he acts like it's nothing, he apologizes and leaves so she can get situated and then that's that BUT he CANNOT forgot about it and he goes home being a perv thinking of how beautiful she is and he gets horny
Donnie doesn't know when to stop
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Absolutely gross, hottest thing I ever wrote. I love pathetic men <3
Warnings: accidentally perv!Donnie, he's OBSESSED with you, masturbation (m), edging, ruined orgasm, he's so sub! it hurts, pain!kink, virgin!Donnie, unprotected sex
Fucking 3k words, looks like Maria doesn't know when to stop EITHER 😭
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You had to do a school project together and he was losing his mind about it
Like yeah, you were friends and you used to hang out all the time, but only at school
Now he was going TO YOUR HOUSE
It felt so intimate just being there
It was nothing much, but he was so obsessed with you it made him act that ridiculous
He was so nervous that he just couldn't sit still at home, so he decided to head to your place, even though it was a bit earlier than you expected
He thought he could just hang out in front of your house until the time you were expecting him to come
The problem was that your mom was leaving the house and found him seating there
"Oh, you must be Donnie! Y/N is waiting for you, come in!"
He should have said no, that it was still too early, but your mom said you were waiting... so maybe you were ready? He shouldn't keep you waiting
"I'm going to work right now. She's in her room, upstairs." Your mom told him, before closing the door and leaving
So he went upstairs, obviously
You just got out of the shower, and was pacing around the room, a towel wrapped around your body, looking for a cute outfit to wait for Donnie
Your bedroom door was open, since you thought you were alone at home
Donnie was very shy, walking upstairs without making a sound, just thinking about what should he say to you, rehearsing in his mind what kind of greeting would make him sound... not terrified
He stopped immediately when he saw you
It was so wrong to just stand there and stare, but it was impossible not to
He watched as you placed your clothes on the bed, letting the towel fall at your feet
Felt like his blood abandoned his body
It couldn't be real, he must be dreaming...
But it only lasted a few seconds, until you looked towards the door and saw him
You let out a scream, completely horrified
Then you slammed the door shut
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? SHOULDN'T YOU BE HERE IN AN HOUR?"
"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, I swear I didn't... I wasn't trying to... listen." He tried to explain, but he couldn't find the words. He was probably more embarrassed than you. "I think... I think I should go"
"Yeah, you should..." was all you could say, sitting on the floor wondering if you'd ever be brave enough to see his face again
He walked home absolutely heartbroken. He couldn't believe that he had ruined EVERYTHING. Now you thought he was a perv... you'd never talk to him again
He didn't feel anything but shame and sadness until he went to bed that night
I guess that's when the adrenaline rush wore out and he thought about it all
It didn't last more than 15 seconds, but during that time you were completely naked right before his eyes... and so close he could smell the lotion on your body
Maybe he was crazy, but the fact that you were getting ready to see him...
He imagined you applying the lotion to your skin a few minutes before he walked in... you were probably thinking about him while you did so... I mean... you knew he was coming over soon
And as if the thought of you applying the lotion to your body wasn't enough to drive him crazy... now he knew what your body looked like
He shivered as the sight of your tits crossed his mind
His hand slowly traveled to his pants zipper
God, he felt so guilty for doing this, it was so so wrong
But his cock was so so hard :(
Poor baby, was in so much pain
Leaking already!!
But the guilt was eating him alive, you were his friend...
That's why he decided to torture himself a bit, would make it all a little less wrong... if he got some punishment, you know
He started stroking his shaft and he got close so pathetically quick
And then he stopped
His heart raced. He had never edged himself before...
He waited for it to fade, before starting again. And then stopping again as he got closer
It was quite addictive... he started to let it go further each time, stroking himself fast and getting impossibly closer to release, then stopping
His cock was leaking so much that it all sounded like a wet mess, masking his ridiculous moans
He started to imagine you there, doing it, punishing him
"Gonna teach you not to spy on naked girls, you fucking perv"
And he would moan "please, Y/N, I'm so sorry..."
I mean, Donnie has an incredible imagination, it was so convincing that he even cried
All while denying his release over and over and over again
Until he couldn't hold it anymore
It was an accident </3
But his orgasm hit him out of nowhere
He cried out "no no no!" as ropes of cum shot out of his cock
He immediately stopped stroking himself and placed his hand on the base of his cock, squeezing it hard enough to hurt
He ruined his own orgasm :/
And he just laid down there looking like a pathetic mess. Tears on his face, his hand and clothes full of cum but his balls still hurt so much from not finishing it
But now he was so so overstimulated he couldn't even dream about touching himself any time soon
Eventually, he passed out from exhaustion
When he woke up the next day, he felt absolutely sick
How the hell was he supposed to see your face at school
Let's be honest, that wasn't the first time he masturbated thinking about you (number was closest to 100th tbh)
And he could always look you in the eye as if nothing happened afterwards
But it felt different now that... he had seen you for real and you knew that
Oh god... were you mad at him? You probably HATED him
He thought about calling in sick
But some force was dragging him out of that bed
He didn't understand it, but the truth was that his obsession with you grew considerably and he just needed to see you, even if you never spoke a word to him again
And part of him... enjoyed it? The idea of you punishing him like that
So yeah, he went to school that day
But he avoided you like the plague
If he saw you in a corridor, he would run in the opposite direction
Spend so much time hiding from you in the bathroom
But he couldn't hide forever
You sneaked behind him when he was looking for something on his locker
"Donnie?" You called, making him drop everything inside the locker, making a terribly loud noise, everyone looked at him
You bursted into laughter, helping him pick some things up
"Thanks." He said, completely unable to look you in the eyes.
"I think we should talk." You said calmly, after seeing how nervous he was
"Yes. Y/N, please, I can't tell you how fucking sorry I am..." he closed his eyes, cursing himself mentally for being so stupid
"It's okay, Donnie" you placed a hand securely on his shoulder. "It's not your fault. I knew you were coming over, I should have been more careful."
He held his breath as soon as your hand landed on his shoulder. It was like your touch reactivated his memories. Then he was stupid enough to look at you
You were giving him such a sweet, sincere smile
God, you were SO beautiful he felt like dropping to his knees right there
"What if you walked me home today? Then you can stay and we'll work on the project. Forget anything that happened, we need to finish it this week." You asked
"That's... that's a great idea." He nodded, even though he would rather die than go to your house anytime soon
But as soon as he saw how okay you were with everything, he calmed down a little. So your friendship wasn't ruined...
You two caught the bus and talked all the way to your neighborhood, like you always did, nothing seemed to change
Then you walked to your house and he started go get tense again
You noticed and you held his hand as you led him through the house
And it wasn't anything new, you always held his hand when he was nervous
Aww a couple of besties <3
Soon enough, he was in your bedroom, where it all happened the day before
You sat on your bed, grabbing all the books you would need, taking to yourself (cause he wasn't listening) about the ideas you had
While Donnie sat on the floor hallucinating about how that was the exact same spot you left your towel fall the day before
If it was right now, it would fall directly on his lap
Like, he didn't even dare to imagine actually touching you, but he would kill someone to have that towel
He would hump on it like a beast
Again, Donnie's imagination is so good and Donnie doesn't know when to stop
That's the source of 99% of his problems
He felt himself getting hard
"Hey, can I use your bathroom really quick?" He asked, before he started sweating in front of you
You nodded and gave him the directions
He walked in, locked the door and splashed water to his face
How the hell was he supposed to get any work done with a fucking boner on
Maybe he should just take care of it quickly in there
In your bathroom, fuck
The amount of times those walls had witnessed your naked body...
He wondered if you had ever touched yourself in there
Yeah, my boy lost his mind
Started stroking himself fast, he couldn't wait to finish and just get everything done so he could go home
But then..... he had the worst idea ever
Cause after what he discovered last night, he didn't want to finish so fast anymore
He just needed to relieve a bit of the pressure, then he would feel better
His dick would probably soften anyway, then he would do something about it back home
He stroked himself until he was on the edge of spilling... then stopped, shoving his dick inside his pants again and going back to your room
Did I mention it was the worst idea ever?
Cause he walked into the room to find you laying in bed on your belly, uniform skirt barely covering your ass
You were focused on whatever you were reading, pen in your mouth
"Come here." You called, without looking at him
He walked back to where he was sitting before, on the floor, but stopped when you said: "no, come sit on the bed, I wanna show you something"
He wanted to say 'oh no, I'm more comfortable on the floor :)' but who the fuck would buy that
He swallowed hard and sat at the very edge of the bed
He didn't want to look, but he could see your pretty little baby blue panties from that angle
And he felt like crying
"I think I have to use the bathroom again." He blurted out loud
"Donnie." You sighed, sitting down next to him. "Are you okay? You've been acting so weird today..."
He knew it wasn't a great opportunity, but it was... an opportunity. One he never had before
"No, I'm not." He admitted. "I have the biggest fucking crush in the world on you. Always had. Since we first met."
"Oh Donnie, you're so silly." You chuckled. "I know that, I asked you what's wrong with you today."
"What do you mean you know that?" His eyes widened.
"It's as obvious as that boner you're trying to cover with your hands" you shrugged
My boy was absolutely flabbergasted
He went through all shades of red the human eye can catch
"You know..." you sat a little closer to him, taking his hands in yours. "Yesterday I was so excited that you were coming over... I wanted to dress up all cute. Picked up a time we would be here alone... thought that maybe, by the end of the afternoon, I'd get you to take my clothes off. I just didn't expect you to catch me without them already... that's why I was so upset, I wanted to take things slow, you know."
He was pretty sure it was all still part of his hallucinations, there was no way you were saying that
You looked down to his pants and you could literally see his cock throbbing
And he caught the way you squeezed your tights at that
"Can I kiss you? Please..." he murmured
"Yes, Donnie." You smiled, leaning close to his lips
It was the sweetest kiss in the world
Until your hand 'accidentally' bumped into his boner :(
And he moaned against your mouth
God, that made you feral
"Donnie, baby, let me help you, you look like you're in so much pain..."
His heart raced... it was like you KNEW
Like you knew exactly what he was into
But let's be honest, he was so horny he was into absolutely everything at the moment
"You don't- you don't have to" he smiled shyly
The most beautiful smile in the world, how could you not want to??
"I'm gonna take care of you, okay?" You said as you slowly unbuttoned his jeans
When his cock jumped free before your eyes, both of you could have cried. Him, from relief. You from the most absolute desire
"Tell me what you like, baby" You began stroking him slowly
"Huh?" He got all nervous. Everyone already thought he was a freak, he didn't need you to think the same. "I-I like you..."
"Yeah?" You smiled at him. "I like you too. You're so sweet, Donnie, can I ask you something?"
He nodded, bitting him lips to prevent loud moans to escape.
"Has anyone ever sat on this pretty cock?" You asked, giving him your best doe eyes
"No..." he admitted, a little embarrassed
Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand, screaming "stop, please, stop..."
You stopped everything, putting both hands in the air and looking at him wide eyed
"I'm so sorry, Donnie... fuck, you didn't want this? You should have told me, baby, you don't ever have to..."
"No... I wanted this. I wanted this for so long... I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you..." He said. "I just... I was about to cum."
"Well..." you laughed at him. "Isn't that kind of the point?"
Shit.
"Tell me what's on your mind, baby, I wanna help." You offered, seeing how his cock was rock hard and extremely unsatisfied
"It's just that... I like to... hold it sometimes, you know? Feels really good." He admitted, absolutely ashamed of himself
Those words, on that shy tone of his, sent a shiver down your entire body
"Donnie..." you basically moaned his name. "You're so perfect... I can't express how badly I want you, fuck..."
He smiled widely. You kissed that shit out of that gorgeous smile
When you realized, you were already straddling him
"Can I sit on your cock, please? I swear I won't let you cum until you beg me, okay?" You asked
He never agreed to anything that fast, my boy was in HEAVEN
You removed your panties and he helped you slowly sink on his cock
You don't remember ever being that wet before, but it still hurt a bit, because he was so big :)
He was so horny he felt like he might pass out
And then you started moving up and down, up and down
Oh sweet baby boy cried again :(
I mean... all that was happening would be enough to get him desperate, but let's not forget how last night all he got was half of the worst orgasm ever
My boy was starving
"Please, please, stop, I..." he said, and you immediately stopped everything
"Oh baby..." you brought a hand to his face, wiping his tears. "Stop torturing yourself... three times in a row? Let go for me, baby, come on... can I make you cum? Please?"
Yeah, you said you were gonna make him beg, but you were the one who did it, i know
It's just that... Donnie is just a little baby who doesn't know when to stop :(
Of course he said yes, you asked so politely
You removed his cock from you, cause letting him cum inside would be too much for the first time
Considering the state he was in, it could send him to a coma lol
You stroked him so good, prasing him the entire time
"You look so pretty right now, baby, all fucked up for me"
"Come on, I want you go let go for me, you can do it, baby, you deserve it..."
Fuck, he never came that fucking hard in his life
You kept stroking and he kept shooting him load, all over your school uniform :/
He cried out so beautifully and you swore he wasn't coming down ever, he came so muchhh <333
And he just likes the pain of you still stroking his sensitive cock after it was over
Yeah, Donnie doesn't know when to stop :(
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gyllenflower · 9 months
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hi babe! i absolutely go feral over the way you write dom!donnie (like full on giggling and thrashing around my bed 😭), so if you could write for him i swear i’ll read it religiously. thanks xx
anon, me and u both go nuts over dom!Donnie. I want him so bad😢 I hope u love it <3 thank u, as always, for the request. Reader & Donnie are in college. I promise more Dom!Donnie is coming.
summary: You’re best friends with Elizabeth, Donnie’s big sister. When you go over to meet up for lunch with Liz and she isn’t there yet, Donnie keeps you company.
warnings: “platonic” teasing!! SMUT 18+ !! Fingering, oral mtf (we are pillow princesses on this blog, ok.), dom!donnie, nipple play, ordering, clit rubbing, clit slapping, fucking (lets just assume reader is on the birth control)
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Elizabeth was taking forever. She was supposed to meet you at her parents, so you could go to lunch together. Ed and Rosie went to run errands, leaving you alone at the house.
At least you thought.
Donnie eventually came downstairs in a black tee and blue jeans. He was home from college for the weekend. You and him talked up a storm and talked about boring classes and assignments you’ve both been doing.
“I’ve missed you a lot, Donnie.” You told him.
He blushed and cleared his throat.
“Yeah, me too.” He told you.
You stuck your tongue at him, “Yeah me too.” You mocked him and lightly pinched his arm. “That’s the best you can do?” You teased.
“What, you want a kiss?” He teased.
“Maybe.” You smirked and he turned red.
“Want goldfish?” He asked you, turning his bag of snacks towards you.
You reached into the package and ate some.
“So, when’s Liz supposed to be here?” You asked with a full mouth.
He chuckled at the sound of you and your full cheeks.
“Umm.. She didn’t really say. We could watch a movie in my room while we wait.” He told you.
“Is that some sleazy way to get me in your bedroom?” You teased him playfully.
“Maybe.” He retorted, using your reply from earlier.
You stuck your tongue at him and giggled.
“I kinda just wanna stay in here and eat.”
“Well my mom made some potato salad if you want some of that.” He told you.
“Mmmm…” You drawled out.
Donnie almost died at that sound. God, you sounded perfect when you did that.
“Should I make you a plate?” He asked.
You grabbed a plate from the cabinet and handed it to him and he grabbed a spoon.
“Get movin’, Darko.” You teased and he gave a full laugh.
He made your plate of food, and added a bit extra because he wanted some too. You both sat on the counter, eating your potato salad, same plate different spoon.
“Your mom’s potato salad is so fucking good.” You praised.
He smiled and nodded.
“She should be teaching Elizabeth soon.” He informed you.
You moaned in delight and placed a hand over your heart, “Potato salad for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sign me up.” You joked.
Donnie laughed,
“I forgot how dumb you are.” He teased.
You gasped playfully, “and I forgot how rude you are, Donnie Darko!” You pushed his shoulder lightly as you two giggled together.
When you both settled down he looked into your eyes and smirked,
“It’s nice seeing you again. It’s been - what - a good few months?” He asked.
You nodded and cleared your throat, “Something like that.”
“You look good.” He told you, eyeing you up and down.
You smirked and raised your eyebrows at him.
“You’re not lookin’ so bad yourself, Darko.” You told him, eyes glancing down at his lips.
He played with your (H/C) hair and pushed some strands behind your shoulder.
“You still wanna just stay down here and eat?” He asked suggestively.
You blushed and broke eye contact, looking at the clock on the wall behind him. You felt his thumb run along your bottom lip, making you part your lips instinctively. He took this as an opportunity to kiss you, pressing his lips to yours softly. He moaned quietly against you, connecting your lips slowly and sweetly. He gently placed his hand in your hair, gripping loosely. You made out, losing yourself in his lips before you hummed in indication.
He pulled back and let you speak, “Let’s go upstairs.” You whispered, nipping his bottom lip as he smirked down at you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the stairs, leading you to his old bedroom that he used when he stayed over.
He threw you on the bed, undressing your bottom half first. You wiggled your hips to help him pull of your shorts and panties. He kissed atop your thighs sweetly and then on your inner thighs, pulling your thighs apart with his hands on the back of your soft flesh.
He pushed your shirt up as he kissed at your stomach, leaving small, quick bites on there. He pulled your shirt over your head gently, admiring the reveal of your beautiful (S/C) skin that he’d always fantasized seeing. He’s fantasized about kissing your stomach, biting your hip bones, sucking on your nipples.
He made his way to your tits and groped them in his hands, squeezing them and kissing your skin. He bit your nipple gently, kneading your other breast with his hand. He switched, but brought his hand down to rub your clit this time. You moaned loudly and he came up to your mouth to kiss you.
“Try to stay quiet.” He told you, rubbing your clit faster as you gasped.
You nodded and your body tensed as you held eye contact with him. He made his back to your boobs, kissing at them as he dipped his middle finger into you. He rubbed your clit with his thumb slowly, making you shake and feel every inch of his finger.
“I wanna taste you. You smell so good, pretty girl.” He told you.
He made his way down, kissing your breasts and all the way down your side to your hip, and teased you.
He kissed at your thighs, missing the spot he knew you needed him most. You whimpered and rolled your hips closer to his face.
“Mm-mm.” He disapproved, holding your hips down with his left arm and hand. “We don’t have a lot of time. I don’t even know when she’ll be back. She could walk in and catch us like this.” He told you, burying his face into your pussy and catching you by surprise.
You gasped out in pleasure and your hands went down to his hair. Your toes curled and he moaned into your pussy, praising it.
“Tastes so fucking good. I’m already obsessed, baby. Mmmm.”
His face shook side to side, furiously eating your pussy and shoving his tongue into your wet hole. He lapped at you and groaned hungrily from between your legs. The sound of his spit and his moans filled your ears and you rocked your hips against him. He nodded into your pussy and you moaned his name loudly, the vibrations from his noises shooting through you.
Donnie’s finger suddenly came in contact with your clit again, rubbing it slowly at first. He wanted you to feel every move of his finger. His tongue fucked in and out of you and his free hand snaked up your body to grab at your tit. He pinched your nipple, making you gasp out breathlessly.
“Donnie, yes..! Oh- Please make me cum on your face.”
He pulled back and slapped your clit harshly. You moaned and then yelped, confusion rising in your head as pain and pleasure shot through your whole body.
“I told you to be quiet. You want her to walk into the house and hear you?” He asked you, pushing his finger inside of you as deep as it could go.
You kept yourself from gasping out and shook your head at him, telling him no.
“Then shut up, baby.” He smiled from between your legs, going back to lapping at you.
Your eyes rolled back, and you whimpered low in your throat as he entered his index finger inside of you. He fucked his fingers into you and rubbed your bundle of nerves, bringing you intensely close to the edge.
“Donnie.” You moaned in a whisper, looking down at him.
“Gonna cum?” He asked you, smirking cockily and kissing the inside of your thighs and suddenly biting down.
Your chest heaved and your mouth fell open. You just nodded at him and grabbed a handful of his hair. He continued kissing at your thighs, leaving love marks and curling both his fingers inside of you. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you quietly moaned and came, coating his fingers in your wet cum when his tongue touched your clit again. His tongue wiggled up and down, making sure to come back up to your clit to swirl around it, helping you ride your orgasm. He moaned and pulled his fingers out, bringing both his fingers deep into his mouth, circling his fingers around them, desperately, and licking up your cum. He cleaned up the wetness from your pussy, making you moan out and grip his hair tighter. He moaned into you and licked up the last of your mess.
Donnie came up to you and kissed you sloppily.
“Just fuck me.” You told him.
“You sure? Think we could get away with it?” He looked at the door, then back at you, smiling goofily, breaking his dominant character.
He was so sweet. You just nodded at him.
“Even if we can’t. Just wanna feel you, Donnie.” You kissed his jawline and trailed your lips down to his neck, making him shiver. “I’ve liked you for a long time.”
“Oh, that- Mmm.” He said, making you breathe out a laugh against his neck and kiss him again. “That feels really good.” He turned into putty. “I’ve liked you too.”
You bit down this time, lightly, careful to not leave a mark. You undid his jeans slowly, pushing them and his boxers down. He didn’t even bother with his shirt, before rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your wet slit. He pushed in with one swift motion, groaning deeply into your shoulder and dropping his head there. You moaned and gripped his hair. His arms braced themselves on his elbows on the side of your head and he pounded into you. He didn’t care about how loud you were or how loud he was. In fact, he’d forgotten all about the fact that his sister was about to come home. He just wanted to make you both cum as quickly as possible. You both moaned loudly as his headboard rocked against the wall. You reached your arms up to try and keep it steady and he took the opportunity to grab both your wrists in his hand.
“You stay right there. And let me pound you.” He thrust into you deeply, kissing your neck and smiling into your skin as you rolled your hips upwards. His other hand came down to rub your clit with pressure.
“Don-Donnie, you feel so good-“ You gasped in pleasure.
“Yeah? I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” He gritted between his teeth.
You pushed your hips up against him to meet his thrusts, making you both moan out. His free hand came up to your face, gripping your jaw tightly and making you looking straight at his face.
“Look at you. Look how good you’re taking me.” He pulled your face to look in between the two of you.
You stared in awe as his fingers rubbed at your slit sloppily and he pistoned into you. His hips were moving with determination, rutting into you hard.
His head rested against your forehead and he watched as you moaned loudly. His lips met yours, kissing harshly as he brought both his arms back to your side. He held your head with his arms, wrapping himself around you. Donnie held you close as he continued his fast pace, rolling his hip’s against you sweetly, causing his pelvic bone to grind against your clit.
“Tell me we can do this again.” He gasped in your ear.
“Yes” You moaned, “God, yes. Again and again.”
Your heart beat quickened and your breath came out short as you neared your end.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum! Like that- Donnie!” All you could do was moan against his warm skin as you came around his cock, squeezing his orgasm out of him, just seconds after. Your toes curled and your body clung onto his.
He groaned into your neck as he came, “Ohhh, fuck. Oh, you’re- you’re perfect.” His hips stuttered and he picked his head up to look at your pretty face.
“Oh, SHIT!” You both heard.
Donnie reached over for his blanket as quickly as he could and covered your body and you looked over at the bedroom door that just flew open, revealing a stunned and blushing Elizabeth. She was covering her eyes and gasping,
“What the fuck, you guys!” Standing at the door, mouth and eyes screwed shut to prevent herself from seeing more. “I just - I heard noises, I thought Donnie needed help.” She snickered out a laugh, “but i guess you found it.” She laughed at you both, uncovering her eyes.
“Wh- Close the door, Elizabeth!” Donnie yelled, throwing a pillow at her, out of frustration.
She laughed as the bedroom door slammed shut and you heard his sister groaning in disgust, playfully, in the hall.
“You’re lucky it was me, and not mom or dad!” She told Donnie through the door.
“I get it!” He said, annoyed and trying to make her go away.
He kissed your neck, trailing his way up to your lips, and you and Donnie giggle in embarrassment.
“We have to do this again. When we have more time.” He told you, smiling lopsided and wiggling his eyebrows.
You nodded. “I’ll call you.” You told him, kissing him one last time.
“Just cancel on her. Stay here with me.” He joked.
You giggled and playfully poked his shoulder, opening your mouth to say something.
“I heard that!” Elizabeth said, further away now but still audible.
You smiled and pushed him off of you, finding your shorts and pulling them back on, along with your shirt. You balled up your discarded panties in your hand and gave Donnie a kiss on the cheek, pressing the balled-up panties against his chest, and leaving them with him as you left his bedroom.
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gyllenhaalstories · 9 months
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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!
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“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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in2meijasworld · 11 months
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Hey!!! Could you write for Donnie Darko x fem!reader? Something preferably based off of the lyrics of Venice Bitch by Lana Del Rey?? Thank youu <3
Yesss, Ty for waiting patiently for the request mwuahh
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A/n: I wanted to save this particular request for one of my fav holidays, 4 twennyyy. Wanted to twist it with the song somehow. I apologize if u don't like the zaza, but I do so maybe u can replace it with a cig😭 I'm writing this from the tip top of my head h!gh asf, I wasn't planning on writing a smut for this but it just happened.
Pairing: Donnie Darko x Fem!Reader
Summary: a smoke sesh turns into a fuck sesh with donnie.
TW: pairings smoking weed and fuckin lol. Mature audience as always. Male oral. P in v.
These lovely and amazing borders are from the lovely and amazing @gyllenflower 🥹💜
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FOUR-TWENTY
"Donnie it's not a holiday!" You expressed over the phone, "Plus you had a bad high last time. I don't feel the need to put you through that again."
Tsk'd in response, "Yes it isss..." he groaned, you could picture perfectly in your mind, his head planting back onto the wall in frustration as he fiddled with phone cord, "And yeah well it was just a bad day. Not your fault. But I wanna try it again."
He had been seeking any excuse in the book to get you to come back to town after you moved for a new job opportunity. It was less than two hours away, yet you tried to salvage as much mileage and gas as possible, resulting in you rarely seeing Donnie. Money still didn't grow on trees, especially after high school. And evidently, you couldn't afford to miss another day of work.
"You tell my boss that, and it'd be an honor to smoke again with you and give you a good high this time," you sighed in slight defeat, knowing you'd get an earful if you called out last minute. But also because you genuinely missed Donnie. He'd been trying for at least 30 minutes now to magically cast a vital reason for you to see him tomorrow, 420 was just an excuse to tempt you to see him.
"Your boss is bald." He retorted with a glum face. His last resort at this point was insulting your not so charming manager.
He earned a giggle from you through the speaker. That was one of his favorites, anything that sang out of your mouth was complete music to his ears. Undoubtedly, he had a fat crush on you, and you did too.
There was this undisclosed tension built up between the two of you ever since graduation. Maybe the late hormones were peaking. Or maybe you realized how handsome and attractive he was. A dork to say the least, but you loved that about him. You didn't care about his weird deep convos or him complaining about his boring therapist. He listened to you like a cassette player and always cared for you like no other.
Unfortunately you didn't want to hold him back after taking up a job offer miles away from him. You knew he couldn't handle long distance, the boy thrived on physical affection even though you never did more than hug him. But that never caused him to give up on his attempt at winning you over and overthrowing your uncertain decision.
"Your mom is bald," you sneered right before planting the phone back onto the wall mount, wanting to lighten his mood before leaving, as he did to yours with his snarky insults to your hairless boss.
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Jumping up and down, you slammed down the phone excitedly after successfully getting someone to cover your shift. One shift couldn't hurt to skip. Well it will, but the repercussions were worth seeing Donnie.
You pulled out the shoe box from under your bed and began to pack the essentials: flower, pre-rolls, grinder, bong, and your lucky Bic lighter.
It felt like forever until you found yourself at his doorstep. You parked the car on the side of his house and headed for the door. You pulled up your baggy hoodie and slouched your bag on the other shoulder, now only having your back facing the door to avoid full contact.
Knock knock
The door creaked open to suspicious eyes on your back as you faced the street to avoid eye contact.
"Um can I help you?" He questioned, clearly ignorant from your tricks.
Clearing your throat once inaudibly in an effort to lower an octave, "Yeah you need some work done on your pipes." You shrugged your doc martens on the porch, kicking off a small pebble.
"How the hell would you kno-" he paused, you felt a burning smile on the back of your head, "Y/n?!"
Jumping in one 360 motion to face him, "Surpriseee bitch!!" Your hands went up, mocking a magician, "Happy Four Twennyyy!"
A huge smile plastered on his face that complimented his raised eyebrows in happiness as he pulled you in, engulfing you in a huge hug. He picked you up and twirled you around like a carousel. You giggled frantically, your arms were locked down as he spun you, preventing you from even hugging back.
He placed you down, immediately shutting the door, "How'd you get the day off?!" He asked out of breath.
Setting your tote bag down on the couch and kicking off your shoes, "I slapped his bald head like it was a gong and programmed him to obey my orders."
His lips curved up in an effort to hide his laugh, "Hardy har har"
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Smoke hacked out of his mouth as he horribly failed an attempt to do a French inhale.
A burst of laughter emitted both of you, slapping your thigh in delirium as he passed back the pre roll in between coughs.
"What the hell was that?" You rasped out, still dying of laughter.
His eyes were watering at this point from how hard he was coughing, "Okay you try. But inhale a lot, don't be a pussy since you wanna swear you're so cool." He crossed his legs as you both were sitting on the floor of his attic.
"Okay sure," you accepted the bet, taking a huge rip from the doobie, opening your mouth slightly to inhale from your nostrils, then urging the last bit of smoke to successfully draw a ghost.
Staring at him with watering eyes, you finally coughed out, passing him back the joint quickly as you paced yourself on the ground with your hands, wheezing horribly trying to recollect oxygen.
"HAAAAHAAAAA," he blurted out at the sight of you dying from trying to show off, obviously high as well.
"Yeah well," you whooped, "At least I was successful."
Both of your highs increased, creeping up on you immediately right after you took a swig of water, "Ahhh shit."
"Holyy shit y/n." He declared, staring at you in bewilderment with a smile plastered on his face.
Catching his eyes, you stared back in complete awe. You haven't felt this good in awhile. Not because you were high, but because you haven't seen Donnie in so long. This was so perfect, and you would've quite literally risked getting fired if nobody was able to pick up your shift. His eyes were a beautiful crystal blue with hues of red surrounding it from his eyes. They were glossy, his hair was shaggy, and he looked so dam good.
"I'm so..." you began, not even needing to finish your sentence, "you're so... handsome." You blurted.
The room filled with a bright aura when he heard those words come from your mouth, causing his cheeks to flush a more prominent red, "You're just high weirdo." He looked away in embarrassment.
"Noo... well yeah I am high. But to the point where I'm just saying what's on my mind," you giggled at your boldness, "what's been on my mind. I am still speaking my truth."
He chugged his water in response. Your hands grew clammy at the sudden thought that maybe you were too bold. What ailed you to talk too dam much? You hoped it didn't make him uncomfortable.
A smile plastered on his face, still not being able to look at you, finally ashing the joint onto the tray before taking another hit.
"What?" You urged, your embarrassment grew even bigger. It was your turn to become red.
"How come we've never hooked up?" He looked back at you cheekily, the joint obviously possessing his courage now.
Eyes rid wide open at his statement. Your mouth attempted to open but shut at the impulse from laughing hard.
Both of you were now a bundle of hysterical mess. It was exceedingly comical that it only took one joint for the both of you to become so conspicuous. You were both reviving thoughts and feelings that were too mortifying to actually bring up in sobriety.
Another swig of water before you began, "Donnie," you pleaded.
"Hm?" He replied, recalling his pace of breath.
"I'm hungry." You admitted with a goofy smile.
His eyes wandered upwards in thoughts, "Well we have food downstairs but I can buy you some-"
"For you," you interrupted, blushing from how cheesy the statement was. But you didn't care. Your hands grabbed your crossed knees and you rested your chin on the top of your patellas, eager for his response as you looked at him with glossy eyes.
A look of awe snapped at you, followed by a devious smile. His eyes wandered down to your lip, back up to your eyes, repeatedly. He was in the same position, right next to you, criss-crossed and dazed.
He finally leaned in for a kiss, and you attacked it gently in response, eager to feel more of him. You both sighed in relief at finally alleviating the built up awkwardness and tension. He tried to concentrate on your lips, not wanting to make a fool out of himself even though you've known him for years. He was nervous regardless of the state of mind he was in. Your tongue slipped out, wanting to feel more of him. You caressed the side of his face gently with your thumb, assuring him to ease up.
Hands travelled from the top of your back and rested on your lower, you swear you could've heard his heart beat.
You pulled away slowly with a smile trying to ease his nerves. He seemed like he wanted to say something, failing the first time.
"I just, I really like you... But I just... haven't really done this... often..." he mumbled awkwardly, avoiding eye contact in embarrassment.
"It's okay Donnie," you pulled his chin to meet your eyes once again, he eased looking into your eyes, butterflies swarming his stomach once again, you bit the bottom of your lips slowly, seducing him with your eyes exploring his face before you leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I want you so bad."
He drunkly closed his eyes and met your lips once again, finally lowering his hands to grasp your ass. You moaned into a kiss, earning a groan from him. He was flustered to say the least, enjoying every bit of you and the moment.
"Bed- my bed," he mumbled in between kisses. He pulled away in a haze, disappointed at the break of contact. You smiled, climbing off of him and eagerly heading for the ladder.
Chuckles and giggles filled the hallway as you both stumbled for his room, still high as hell. He grabbed one of your hips, pulling you back into his grasp. Every bold move of his was surprising, and you wanted to applaud him for breaking out of his shell. You turned to face him.
"Are you sure you wanna... you're not just high?" He questioned carefully, immobilizing the hand he had on your hip with caution.
Biting the bottom of your lip, you pulled him back in for another kiss eagerly, pushing his body forward to lay his back on the bed as you climbed on top of him, "Are you sure Donnie?" You asked carefully with polite eyes.
He groaned, becoming impatient, he tugged at the bottom of your shirt as a response, earning a giggle from you from his urgency. He was clearly horny, you already felt his bulge underneath you as you straddled his pelvis.
Fixing himself up, you pulled your shirt off simultaneously. He stared at your chest in awe, almost drooling at the sight of a goddess. He lowered his upper body back onto the bed, pulling you forward with him. Carefully, his mouth connected to your nipple, flicking at it slowly, exploring parts of you with his tongue massaging your breast in his mouth, and his other on your ass.
"Donnie," you winced, struggling to hold yourself up. The nerves radiated down to your core, invoking you to move your hips against his bulge.
Immediately he stopped, grabbing onto your hip to stop, "Y/n," he said flustered looking back up at you, "I can't- I'll..."
You raised a brow in question.
"Fuck y/n I'll cum in my pants if you keep teasing me like this," he blurted out in frustration, a smile emerged on his face in hopes to alleviate the embarrassment.
A smirk arose on your face before getting off of him. You unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, exposing his bulge springing onto his stomach. You were growing wetter and wetter every second.
Impatiently, your tongue slid from the bottom to the top of his tip, taking him into your mouth before swirling your tongue in circles on his tip.
His hips instinctively jolted up, "Fuck-.. fuck-" he managed to moan out, not being able to contain himself as you wrapped your hands around him and worked your mouth on his dick. He tangled his hand into your hair, resting it there gently, preventing himself from being rough, even though you would've allowed him to do anything to you.
Pre-cum leaked into your mouth deliciously, making you moan around him, earning another streak of profanity from Donnie. You looked up at him through your lashes, wanting to see the view of him staring down at you.
Your free hand travelled down to your wet folds, playing with yourself simultaneously, moaning out his name over and over again as you rubbed your clit frantically.
He gently motioned for you to stop, exhaling sharply at his last few breaths, he was inaudible, plopping his head back down onto the bed, but you knew what he was implying and asking for.
Getting back on top of him, you kissed him deeply this time. He sloppily kissed back, his hands found his way back down to your ass, massaging it up and down as you were gliding your folds up and down over his cock. He grabbed at your hips in a desperate attempt to fit you inside of him.
"Please y/n," he mumbled out onto your lips, "I need you"
That was enough for you to line your pussy up to his tip, slowly making your way down onto his dick. Your lips pulling away slightly from his, moaning as you lowered yourself halfway, then coming up again to his tip.
He was a shaking and moaning mess, feeling up your back and back down to your ass, squeezing it as he sloppily kissed your lips.
The rhythm of your hips went from a painfully slow motion to a faster pace, a squelching noise filled the room as you worked up and down on his dick.
"Your pussy feels- fuckk," he attempted to say, fighting every urge to not cum inside you, "so good, so fucking good." His mouth found his way back to your nipples, sucking them in different patterns with his tongue, masking all his moans.
It was difficult for you now to hold in your orgasm, you thought it would be him cumming fast but your high caught up to you, the noise of skin and your wetness compelling every nerve in your body caused you to convulse, losing your rhythm on top of him in overwhelm.
"Donnie, I-" you attempted to say, but failed as you curled yourself into his neck now, kissing and biting on his neck.
He moaned before grabbing your ass, raising you slightly above his hips as he rammed his dick in and out of you, replacing your desperate movements with the thrusts of his hips.
You screamed out in complete delirium as his dick hit all the spots you never felt before, simultaneously hitting your clit with every up movement. Your orgasm was chasing you, your hips grew weaker and weaker even thought he was holding you up. Shaking heavily, you deliciously creamed all over his dick, you cussed out indistinct words, grabbing at his hair. His name trailed from your lips every second in moans. This was the longest orgasm you've ever felt.
He groaned out messily, pushing your hips all the way down on his cock, balls deep onto his pelvis as he came inside you, his hips inching further and further inside you, filling you up to the brim.
You both laid there in an out of breath mess. You had a head and body high, your head spun, but surprisingly in a good way. Even after he came, his body felt like it was in clouds.
"Awh FUCK... I came inside you..."
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davidlcki · 5 months
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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
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There was something beautiful about the bond formed within a traumatic event. Somehow, even in your state, you thought about this. You could feel the shift between you and Loki as he placed his hands on your cheeks, shaking you lightly as a desperate pleas spill from his lips, an attempt to will you back to reality.
His palms slid against your cheeks that were slick with blood. The feeling made you sick. It wasn’t your own blood, of course. But Bob Taylor’s. The man that had been questioned relentlessly by your police force- well- mostly Loki. Loki could only keep his cool for so long. You tried to take over the interrogation, but he was too stubborn to ever let that happen. One thing led to another, and in a blink of an eye Bob had his hands on Lokis gun. You tried. You tried with every fiber of your being to get him to drop it. Whilst the rest of the officers in the room pointed their guns and screamed with rage, you never touched yours.
“Bob… look at me. You don’t wanna do this, okay?” you were close. Almost in arms reach of him. He was listening to you, even through the shouting, he heard you. You continued to inch forwards. “All you have to do, is answer our questions. It’s no trouble. Please, just put the gun down.” you stop, mere inches from being able to grab the gun, but you were too late. Bob looked you dead in the eyes as he brought the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger.
You don’t remember falling to the ground, but you do remember the ringing in your ears and the oddly warm feeling of his blood trickling down your face. Loki hooked his arms under yours and dragged you backwards before kneeling down in front of you, blocking the sight of Bobs body. It took a second for his words to reach your ears.
“Y/N! god… jesus…” he didn’t know what to say. You noticed how badly his hands were shaking as he grabbed your face. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, you could only look at him. You noticed how blue his eyes were as you stared into them in a trance that you didn’t know how to get out of. Finally, he lifted you to your feet by your arms, basically dragging you out of the interrogation room. You followed on numb legs as he pulled you all the way to the bathrooms, pushing you down to a sitting position on a bench by the sinks. The dim blue fluorescent lights flickered unpredictably above you.
“Y/N, honey, are you hurt?” his voice was soft and brought you back to reality a little. You had the mind to shake your head no, though if you were you were sure you wouldn’t have felt it. You looked down at your hands in your lap as loki wet a rag in the sink. Your hands, shirt, hair, face, pants, they were speckled with blood. You looked like a sick art project. You decide shut your eyes for a while, allowing Loki to wipe your face down gently. After a while, he speaks.
“Hey, I need you to say something.”
You look at him. Even though you felt numb, there were tears falling down your cheeks, and when you finally opened your mouth to speak, you felt it. A sharp, stabbing, murderous pain.
“I…i’m, I don’t,” your words quickly deteriorated to sobs that violently took over your body. Loki pulled you by your shoulder into him, allowing you to cry into the crook of his neck.
You had only been lokis partner for a month or two, and were very new to the police force. You had never witnessed a murder before, and especially not a suicide by gunshot a foot away from you.
“I’m gonna take you home, alright? Can you get up?” You nod against him as loki ran a hand up and down your back gently as he spoke softly into the silence of the bathroom. You notice the blood that you left seeping into his light blue button up shirt. You wondered if he’d be upset at this.
When you exited the bathroom, you passed by the interrogation room again. Bobs body was gone, but his crimson blood remained. On the walls, on the floor. There was a large smear where you had fell and Loki dragged you backwards. You were dully aware of the way loki brushed off every officer that tried to talk to him. You were sure youd have to fill out some kind of paperwork and have a stern talking to by o’malley, but the sight of you was enough for everyone to back off for now.
The ride home in his car was dead silent. You didn’t dare move. You were afraid that if you did, you’d crumble into a million pieces. Instead, you started down at your lap, counting the flecks of now dried blood that you’d never get out of these clothes.
“You have a very nice place.” Lokis words shot through you like lightning. You didn’t know why. You were too in your head, you guessed. You hardly remembered the walk from the car into your home.
“Thank you.” you look over at him slowly, noticing the look of deep guilt on his features. You’d never seen him show so much emotion before in the short time that you had known him. He stood awkwardly near the island in your kitchen, not sure what to do next.
“Do you… need help, with anything right now? First things first you should probably take a bath.” he looked at you like a lost puppy as he waited for you to say something. You could tell he wasn’t good at this comforting thing, so you figured it best to be blunt.
“I don’t think I Can bathe myself right now.” in reality you knew that was a weird thing to say to your police partner of 3 months, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now. You needed someone there otherwise you were afraid you might drown in the tub, or get in and never have the will to get back out. Loki dosent hesitate with his answer.
“Yeah… yeah, I can help.” he slips his jacket off and places it over the back of one of your dining room chairs. You avoided looking at the blood stains on his light blue shirt. You show him to the bathroom, watching as he starts a bath. You stood with your arms and legs apart ever so slightly so they wouldn’t touch your sides or each other. You felt disgusting. You refused to move unless you had to. The feeling of the dried blood cracking with each movement on your skin made you want to faint.
Within the blink of an eye, the bath was full, and clouds of white bubbles floated upon the top of the water, calling you to step in. Loki looked up at you from his crouched position in front of the tub. He opened his mouth to say something, you assumed along the lines of ‘the baths ready’ but you didn’t let him continue. Your movements were swift as you pulled your shirt above your head and slipped out of your pants. You didn’t realize how eager you were to get them off of you. You tossed them into the trashcan that sat beside the toilet. Loki, flustered, turned his head away from you. When you were fully stripped, you turn to take a look at yourself in the mirror above the sink. There was smeared blood across your face where Loki had previously tried to clean you off. It was in your hair, and down your neck, cascading between your breasts and stopping at where your bra previously sat against your skin. You couldn’t look anymore. Slowly, you turned towards the tub and stepped in. Once you had settled, Loki finally pulled his head up to look at you. His brows had been furrowed in this expression of worry and guilt for the past however long it had been since the incident, and somehow you were just now taking note of it. You looked at each other for a long while, but nothing was said. Finally, Loki broke eye contact, grabbed a rag, and dipped it beneath the bath water. He gently took your chin in his free hand, turning your face towards him so he could gingerly wipe your face clean. He dragged the cloth down your neck, and inbetween your breasts, until all the blood was tinting the water instead of your skin. Nothing was said. The two of you seemed to be deep in thought. On a normal day, this interaction would have made you faint. But this wasn’t a normal day. Loki ran soap and water through your hair a few times until the water stopped coming out red, before draining all the water. You watched in a trance as the water and bubbles swirled out of sight. You hardly noticed the fact that Loki had pulled you from the tub and wrapped a towel around your naked shivering frame.
“Hey” Lokis voice was stern this time. You shifted your eyes to look at him. “I need you to look at me. Really, look at me. I can see you replaying what happened over and over. I know, it’s happened to me. It’s easy to get stuck. I want you to get dressed for me, alright? I’ll stay overnight with you.” You don’t think you’ve ever heard him talk for this long unprompted. You were seeing a new side of him.
“Okay. thank you, David.” you give him a firm look before stepping past him and into your room. You knew he was shocked at the use of his first name, But you thought it appropriate for the situation.
Being clean made you feel a lot better. You shook the sight of Bob from your thoughts for the 100th time and quickly threw on the first clothes you grabbed in your pajama drawer, which happened to be a pair of shorts and a police force shirt that was given to you way too many sizes too big. When you walked into the kitchen, things seemed more awkward now. Or maybe you were just more aware. Loki was sitting at your kitchen table, fiddling with one of his rings. He looks up at the sound of your footsteps, a light smile crosses his features. You look away out of embarrassment, remembering he’d seen you completely naked a mere 10 minutes ago.
“You… you really don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” you busy yourself with walking to the cabinets of your kitchen to grab two glasses.
“No, it’s okay. You shouldn’t be alone after going through something like this.” Loki watches as you nod and head over to grab water, though stopping at the small collection of liquor sitting on your counter.
“Water or whiskey?” you ask him, forcing a light smile onto your face at your weak attempt at a joke.
“Guess” is all he said. You poured two glasses of whiskey and sat across from him at the table.
“I would say try to completely forget about it, but when you go back you’re going to be bombarded with questions. If someone dosent show up to your doorstep, that is.”
“Well…” you pause for a while, swirling the liquid and taking a sip before continuing. “I don’t know if im ever going back. I’ll sign whatever papers they need and make a statement but…” you let out a large sigh, not having much else to say.
At this, Lokis head shot up to meet his eyes with yours. They were widened with surprise.
“Are… are you sure?” He was looking at you intently, and this shocked you. He seemed afraid.
“No, i’m not sure. But today was a lot. I need to think for a while. Plus, i don’t think anyone really likes me there anyways” You let out a dry laugh. It was true. Most of the officers there gave you snarky looks, and within the short span youve been there you’ve just about heard it all. The entire department thinks your every move was to impress Loki. You knew they were jealous you got to be his partner considering the rep he has, but it still hurt. Especially since you did find Loki crazily attractive, you tried your best to make it look like you didn’t, but your co workers don’t see it that way. Loki nods, his head dipping back down to stare at the little bit of whiskey left in his glass.
“If it gives you any reconciliation, I enjoy having you as my partner.” You meet eyes again, and you cursed yourself as you felt that agonizing pain of butterflies in your stomach. You give a shy smile to match his and you eye his movements as he downs the rest of his drink. You watch his adams apple bob as he swallows, and immediately force yourself to look anywhere else but at him. You decide to change the subject.
“Sorry I don’t have a guest bedroom, but the couch is very comfortable” you gesture over to the couch that sat in front of a tv that was playing whatever was going on in the news. You knew sooner or later Bob Taylor would show up as one of their stories.
Loki shrugs and gets up to put his glass in the sink. “I’d sleep on the floor if I had to.” he smiles softly at you and kicks his shoes off by the door. You rise to your feet and place your glass in the sink as well, making a mental note to wash them out in the morning if you found the energy to. You grab a blanket and comfortable pillow from the chest in your room and bring them back down to Loki.
“Thank you again for staying.” you look up at him for a few beats, before turning on your heel to head to your room. Loki watched you walk off until you were out of sight.
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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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morgcn · 10 months
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hey 😃
i’ve written fanfiction for 6 years. i’ve always used tumblr but had never written on here so i decided to give it a go. i really hope to make friends and find people in the same fandoms as me
i write blurbs, headcanons, full fics, and anything in between. requests & asks are open
shit i like
Star Wars
Harry Potter
Brokeback Mountain
1917 (2019)
The Last of Us
Shameless
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but mainly will poulter and anyone else i start finding attractive lol
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charliehoennam · 6 months
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The Conception
A/N: another request by the lovely @juniebugg ❤ didn't have time to proofread so sorry for any mistakes!
Pairing: Dark!quentin beck x f!reader
Summary: quentin concocts a plan to test his precious technology (takes place before he goes rogue)
Warnings: smut, dub-con/non-con, sex without protection (wrap ur willy when it gets silly), rough sex, language. 18+ ONLY.
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Obsession can lead to either one of two ways. It can take you on the path of success or it can take you to dark journeys with lasting consequences. Quentin was – with no doubt – an obsessive man.
The long working hours he had dedicated into developing his technology is a result of his obsession. And now that he has you, he can finally bring together the only two things that satisfy him.
You find yourself walking on eggshells again as your high heels clack their way through against the white marble floor. Quentin had forgotten a briefcase at home, containing some important blueprints. He politely demanded asked you to bring it into the lab for him. You call for him as you quietly walk inside. There are dismantled drones crowding the work stations. The lab looks a mess with small bolts, screws and motherboards everywhere.
You don’t know to expect or what state you’ll find him in. Granted he had always been self-centered and short-fused – you wish you had noticed the red flags before you said the official “I do” – he could be worse when he worked on his projects. Far worse.
“About time. What the hell took you so long?” he sighs setting the tools in his hands down on the glossy white table in front of him to walk over and rip the briefcase from your hands.
 “I’m sorry. I got caught in traffic. It’s not like I wanted to be late” you retort. “I know how you get” you add with a mumble.
You freeze the second the words leave your mouth. You realize you were thinking out loud when you catch Quin’s scowl.
 “Oh? And how exactly do I get?”
“N-nothing, Quin. I didn’t say anything.”
“So now I’m hearing things? I’m going schizo?”
 He takes a threatening step towards you, his broad size shrinking you in comparison. His shoulders stretch as he stands up straight. He wants to remind you that you are essentially powerless against him.
 “No. That’s not what I meant. I-I didn’t mean it.”
“Obviously, you did. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have said it. So, enlighten me, princess. How do I get?”
You gulp heavily as you lower your fearful agaze. His sights are locked on you like a wolf circling its prey. You’re in for it now.
As you open your mouth and try to build the courage the speak, the words seem to get stuck in your throat.
Frighteningly calm, his hand wraps around the underside of your chin. His fingertips press into one cheek as his thumb sinks into the other, forcing you to face him.
“I asked you a question, princess. It’s impolite to leave someone hanging.”
“Just a little s-scary sometimes, Quin. That’s all.”
He doesn’t need to feel your trembling to know that you’re afraid of him. As he smirks to himself, his fingertips ease the pressure they’re applying to your cheeks. He caresses them, soothing the red indents on your skin.
The change of his persona is almost too eerie.
Slow, repeated, tender kisses that make you bubble from the inside. You can’t deny him. You fear what he’d do if you did and you find him oddly irresistible.
“You’re not wrong about that. I know sometimes I can get a little impatient. I think I just need a break.I think I’ve just been in here on my own for too long. But now that I have you here...” He trailed off as he kisses you.
The small of your back is guided by his hands on your hips to meet the table as he entraps you against it with his hunching frame. His feet stand firm on either side of you, locking you in.
As his kisses grow hungry, you cling to the edge of the table to steady yourself from his mauling. His lips connect to your neck, nibbling and sucking your skin. His 5 o’clock shadow grazes you roughly as his fingers work the buttons on your shirt to reveal your black lace bra.
Your eyes dart towards the one-sided wall of glass. An office of busy workers and overflowing desks lay just outside. Even though you know they can’t see in from the outside, your cheeks still flush warmly at the sight of his co-workers.
“Quin, maybe we shouldn’t. You’re at work. Someone could see us.”
“And what’s the problem with that?” he mumbles against your flesh, too busy savoring the fullness of your breast in his hand after he shoved it under the black garment.
You hold his wrists trying to resist him as you struggle to ignore how good they feel.
“Quin, we can’t.”
“Who the fuck says when I can and can’t fuck my wife. If I wanna fuck you right here and right now, I’m gonna fuck you.”
“I-i just don’t want anyone to see, Quin.”
“Don’t worry. No one will see” he smiles darkly as a light bulb lit up upon his head. His hand retracts from your breast, rendering you confused. Had you upset him?
“No one will see. You’re for my eyes only, princess.”
You gasp when his hand reaches under your skirt and squeezes your pussy over your panties. You close your eyes to steady yourself, but they shoot open when you hear a faint blip. Closing them again, you ignore it thinking you might have imagined the sound.
“You don’t wanna disappoint your husband, do ya?” His voice is low and soft, manipulating you into surrendering to him.
“N-no, I don’t.”
“You don���t what?”
“I don’t want to disappoint you, sir.”
“That’s my girl” he chuckles dimly.
While one hand teases your clothed pussy, his other hand pulls your bra down. As the garment bunches under your fully exposed tits, it pushes them up and perfectly displays them to Quin.
You can hear a very low hum vibrating around you but you assume it’s only the AC kicking in.
“So fucking beautiful for me” he mumbles.
He’s quick to wrap his mouth around your nipple, kneading the tender flesh in his large hand. His tongue twirls around your hard nipple, stopping only to greedily suck on it. You moan as he alters. Left to right, right to left; giving them each the attention they deserve.
You watch him ravage your tits. His hand slides out from under your skirt and assists him in taking off your shirt. He leaves the bra on. He loves black on you, but personally he’s already thinking about how white they’ll be when he stains them with his cum.
“You know how much I fucking love your tits, princess.”
A telephone rings from a desk outside the lab and catches your attention. You look to the glass wall and are quickly reminded how many people are just on the other side.
“You’re such a filthy fucking whore for me” he grumbles groping your chest roughly with his hands and mouth.
“Quin, someone could walk in on us” you plead trying to remind him. He feels so good on you, but you don’t want to do this right here.
“They could” he nods looking up at you. “They could see the little slut you are for me.”
“Quin, please. Not here.”
  He ignores your pleads to stop. He knows you’re turned on by it. The wetness sinking through your panties was the only confirmation he needed.
Pushing your skirt up to expose your dampening cunt, he sits down on a rolling stool and wheels it closer.
He sits you on the table behind you and your legs spread open on their own to allow him access. You hate the puppet you become at his fingertips.
“No, Quentin. Stop it” you plead trying to get his attention.
He responds with a hard slap on your breast. The sting sends sparks straight down to your core, fueling the fire that burns in your womb.
“What’d ya call me?”
“S-sir. Please.”
“I’m gonna fuck you right here, you got that? I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Ripping your panties to the side, he buries his face between your thighs. Any shred of resistance you have melts away. Your eyes squeeze shut, but you’re reminded you have to watch the door since Quentin doesn’t seem to care at all about the people working behind him.
You alter between watching his co-workers going about their day - without the slightest knowledge of the filth going on so close to them- and his mouth as it engulfs your juicy lips. It’s almost exciting to think about. You feel so dirty and yet, so fucking good letting him use you so openly.
Your muscles burn as Quin shoves your knees apart. His lips hungrily wraps around your lips, letting his tongue lap up the wetness building up. You lean back on your elbows to let him get more of you.
You moan at his tongue swirls around your sensitive nub, sending sparks of electricity throughout your body. How can you resist him when he feels so good?
“Sir, feels so good” you whisper.
You lick your dry lips as you lay spread with his head between your legs. He hums with delight as he catches you watching the glass walls.
“You like it don’t you?” he mumbles sliding two fingers into your hole.
You hear the vibrating hum again, but nod at his question. Why is the AC so strange here?
His fingers push into the sides of your entrance, prying your hole open with the most delicious burn. His tongue slides into the hole, eagerly lapping up your sweet juice. He fucks you with his tongue and you finally surrender yourself to him completely.
There is no use in fighting back. He wins. Quentin always gets what he wants when he wants it. And he wants you now. His only argument is devouring your pussy with a hunger so deep that you’re not sure if you’re enough to satisfy. 
“Pussy so juice, baby” he mutters to your cunt. “Gotta fuck it with my cock now. Need you so bad.”
His cock feels as if it’s about to break through his pants. He wastes no time and stands up between your legs, quickly unfastening his belt and pants.
His cock springs free from it’s confines, hard already. You wince biting your lower lip. The low hum that you’ve been hearing seems even closer now. You frown and try to find the source, but you’re forced out your thoughts when Quin’s tip glides up your swollen folds and pokes at your nub.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your cunt is soaking wet as he lathers his cock with it. You watch his face contort from the pleasure. He moans and rolls his head back. He could cum just from the feeling your puffy lips hugging his dick.
He looks back down to watch himself penetrate you. His cock feels so big in you. It parts you in half as it pushes in deeper. The stretch hurts a bit, but he’s not going to ease up. This isn’t about your comfort; it’s about his need for release.
You remind yourself to breathe. The tightness around his cock feels heavenly to him, but you force yourself to relax to make it less painful.
As he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, you reach down to caress your sensitive clit to try and enjoy it more.
“Such a dirty fucking slut. Look at you. You wanna cum on my cock, princess?”
“Yes, sir.”
He chuckles and delivers a couple more slaps to your exposed breasts, leaving them red and warmly tender to the touch.
He orders you to lie on your back and squeeze your own tits. His cock bottoms out inside of you. From some reason, the deep humming seems to be coming from right above you. You look up at the ceiling trying to find the source again, but there’s nothing there.
As his hips move back to retract from your cunt, he pushes your knees to your chest. Just when you think your pussy couldn’t be anymore exposed.
With his hands on the back of your thighs, he leans down to spit on your cunt. It’s spread so open; he doesn’t even need his hands to guide his head inside your hole. His dick glides into your stretched wetness.
He fucks so rough and hard; you know you’ll be sore for days.
The panties bundled into a string rub along the side of your cunt. It burns your skin, but all you think about is how good his cock starting to feel.
Your clit trembles at the pleasure.
“P-please, sir. Can I touch myself?”
His dark smile grows wide.
“Only ‘cause you remembered to ask, princess.”
You quickly reach down to your cunt to rub yourself where you need it most. It finally feels so good.
“Pussy so fucking wet. Make yourself cum on my cock.”
You can hear how wet you really are. You can feel your slick spread all around and stick to his groin. You wish you weren’t as wet as you are. You know he takes so much pride in knowing he makes you that way.
His balls thump faster against your ass as he picks up his pace. You’re so full of him; it’s pushing you over the edge. The bundling pressure finally bursts inside you.
As your walls contract and tighten around his pounding cock, you keep your eyes locked on the glass wall praying no one would hear or enter the lab. He wishes he could spend all day doing this; just fucking you silly until he’s too spent.
 His throbbing cock shows he’s so close.
Leaving you aching to be full again, he pulls himself out and finally cums. He coats your swollen pussy lips with his warm string of white beads, painting you like a canvas.  He haphazardly pulls your panties back over your drenched cunt to pump his final load over your panties.
He chuckles tiredly feeling his cum quickly soak through the lace with the tip of his cock. The idea of you walking out that door and down the building, all the way home with your pussy and panties coated with his cum excites him.
“Stay dirty until you get home.”
You nod as he lets you climb down from the table. You both redress and adjust your clothes to return to your day. Your legs feel like they barely hold you up.
“Give sir a kiss goodbye” he smiles enjoying the power he has over you.
You obey and press your lips to his, letting it linger for as long as he wants.
“We having steak for dinner tonight?” he whispers holding your hips.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then I’ll be home early.”
You smile as he reaches up your skirt to confirm his cum is still where he wants it.
“Keep ‘em on all day. I’d better come home and find this still on my pussy.”
“You will, sir” you nodded obediently. Your pussy tingles at his touch, anxious for more.
He gives you one more kiss to let you go and slaps your ass as you turn to walk to the door. With your pussy beyond soaked, your wetness mixes with his cum and trickle down your inner thighs. It makes your walk a little difficult as you pray it doesn’t drip out.
You make your way out of the lab and walk towards the elevator, hoping no one will notice. You feel a few pairs of eyes on you. Whether they know or not, you can’t be sure. So, you just smile shyly at them and keep your gaze down.
Quentin watches you step into the elevator from the lab. Finally sitting back at his station, he lifts a thin tablet from his desk and presses an icon.
The drone, which is controlled by the tablet, reveals itself as it deactivates its cloaking device. Now fully visible, he lands it on the table to deactivate the drone entirely.
Quin leans back in his chair with a mischievous grin as he raises the tablet. Pressing a few more icons on the touchscreen tablet, he smirks grimly as he watches the previous recording saved on the device. With the touch of a button, he expands the video into holograph mode.
His technology finally worked.
The holograph shows you with your cunt fully exposed, being fucked by him on the table. He rewinds it to watch it from the start, laughing to himself proudly.
“Thank you, princess.”
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ichorai · 1 month
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letters of loki ; david loki (m).
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pairing ; david loki x reader (afab, gender-neutral pronouns)
synopsis ; nsfw alphabet + micro-drabbles for each letter.
words ; 4.0k
themes ; smut, fluff, barely-there angst, established relationship
warnings / includes ; mentions of scars, unprotected sex, mentions of bondage, oral sex, light roleplay, 'honey' as a pet name, david being exhausted </3
a/n ; been in a terrible fic-writing slump so i tried out the nsfw alphabet format for the first time! hope you all enjoy :)
main masterlist.
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A — AFTERCARE
Definitely the kind to hold you close after the act, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist, his nose buried into your shoulder. David’s mostly silent, but would gladly listen and hum along if you wanted to start up any kind of pillowtalk. He just likes hearing the sound of your voice. Eventually, however, he’d get up to take a shower (he’s a creature of habit, after all), and bring you anything you needed, like a glass of water or a damp towel. 
“Your hair’s wet,” you mumbled in complaint when he slipped back under the covers after his brief shower. His cold hands slipped beneath the wrinkled button-up shirt you were wearing (his, he realized a second later), and you made a disgruntled noise.
“Sorry, honey,” he replied with a soft huff of a laugh, but made no move to shift away. Instead, he pressed closer, kissing a warm spot just above your ear.
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B — BODY PART
David’s favorite body part of yours would definitely be your hips. Or your eyes. Or your thighs. If you were to ask him, he’d give you a different answer every single time. There’s so much he loves about you, he can hardly pick just one. Though, he really does have a particular fondness for holding onto your hips, even in a non-sexual manner. He also loves any and all of your moles, scars, or birthmarks. Would press kisses against them because he finds them so beautiful in their uniqueness, and it makes him feel close to you. He thinks tattoos are hot as fuck on you too—especially the small ones in the most random places. 
Your favorite body part on him would be his hands. He found it strange at first, how your fingers always found his, how you’d spend hours in bed simply staring at his knuckle tattoos, tracing over every inked etch and every bruise, scar, and callous. It didn’t come much of a surprise to him when he found that you liked the sight of his hand pressing down on your lower stomach as he fucked into you. It got you going—and whatever gets you going, gets him going, too. 
The movie the two of you had put on was entirely forgotten. He was on the ground, knelt down in front of you, tongue tracing utter sin along your soaked cunt. And his hands—oh, his hands—one was gripping on your right thigh with iron-strength, forcing you apart to make space for his insatiable self pressing against you. The other hand was intertwined with your left palm, squeezing every once in a while, as if in reassurance. How sweet of him to hold your hand while he utterly destroyed you.
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C — CUM
He’s a classic man—he likes to cum inside of you the most, but wouldn’t mind seeing it all over your tummy or over the inside of your thighs. If he was to make a mess, he would immediately clean it up with a damp towel after, asking if you were okay. 
“Gonna cum inside you—that okay, honey?” he grunted right by your ear, one hand splayed over your stomach, pressing with just the right amount of pressure, and the other gripping your hip tightly.
“Yes—yes, please, David,” you moaned, breath catching at his name as you moved to lay your hands over his so you could squeeze them earnestly. “Need you to fill me up.”
Just the sound of your voice was enough to push him over the edge. He pistoned his hips against yours a few more times until he doubled over with a gruff noise, hot cum filling your throbbing pussy until it leaked out around his still semi-hard cock.
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D — DIRTY SECRET
There’s a set of handcuffs in the bedside drawer just for emergencies. But David’s always wanted to ask if you’d be willing to try it out in bed. He’s not even entirely sure if he would enjoy that, since he prefers to keep his work separate from home, but the thought of you trusting him enough to keep you bound to the bed wasn’t exactly unappealing.
David could only imagine how beautiful you’d look with your wrists up above your head, cuffed to the headboard as you looked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. How the metal would look like against your skin as you tugged and begged for him to let you touch him—
“David?” you asked with a mildly curious tone, jolting him out of his thoughts. His head turned to you, in your soft pajamas, having just brushed your teeth and washed your face. You were about to slip into bed. “You okay? What are you thinkin’ about?”
“Nothing, hon. Let’s go to sleep.”
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E — EXPERIENCE
He knows what he’s doing, but he hasn’t been with a lot of people before you. Two or three one-night stands, and maybe one barely-there relationship that didn’t last very long. Before you came along, he hardly had enough time to sleep, much less concern himself with having flings. Once he met you, he was much more determined to reorganize himself so he could make time for you. 
The diner was buzzing with activity that night. You were sipping on a strawberry milkshake, telling him about how you’d love to see a jaguar in person one day. He was smiling, thinking about how beautiful you were, even beneath the harsh lighting of the diner. And then—then it was all spoiled, because he caught sight of his ex in another booth. It hadn’t ended well—she left in a fit of anger and tears, frustrated that David hardly ever made time for her anymore. 
Almost immediately, you noticed his change of demeanor, and reached over the table to take his hand. His tense muscles relaxed just a bit. Something you always managed to do with very little effort—it was an uncanny talent of yours. 
“You wanna get out of here?” you offered. If you noticed his ex, you didn’t say anything. For that, he was grateful. “We can watch a movie at home.”
“That sounds great, actually.”
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F — FAVORITE POSITION
Loki’s got a particular fondness for reverse cowgirl. Don’t get him wrong, he loves missionary and doggy too, but there’s just something about reverse cowgirl that itches him in just the right way. He likes reaching over to press down on your stomach from behind while he pounds into you, and he also likes how it’s easy access to your clit. Plus, you really enjoy hearing the gruff noises he makes right by your ear, so you’re not at all complaining. 
“David!” you cried out, voice strained with ecstasy. 
“I hear you, baby. Moan for me,” he muttered from behind you, sweaty chest pressed flush against your back. David glanced down and gave a guttural noise upon seeing a creamy ring of your combined arousals at the base of his cock. Another erotic sigh fell from you when he reached down to rub circles over your clit, making you keen with shocked arousal.
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G — GOOFY
Very rarely would sex with David be light-hearted or humorous. The two of you are usually far too caught up in a pleasure-ridden haze. But if you happened to start laughing or smiling, he’d give you a loving half-grin before making it his mission to get you back into a moaning mess.
“That tickles,” you half-laughed when he skimmed his fingers up your sides, smiling up at him. He only barely made a humming noise before he thrust back into you—and the grin melted right off your face.
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H — HAIR
He takes good care of his hygiene. Granted, he’s usually preoccupied with work to spend too much time grooming himself, but he keeps things clean down there. He also knows you’re a big fan of his slicked-back hair, so he does take the time to make himself look presentable in the morning. You’d also told him once while he was shaving that you liked how he looked with a beard—he’d really have to consider growing it out for you.
“I like how it looks,” you told him one morning before he had the chance to shave. “Your stubble. I think you’d look so hot with a beard.”
“You think so?”
“You should try it. That caveman look. It’ll suit you.”
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I — INTIMACY
David can be incredibly romantic when he wants to be. Flowers and your favorite takeout are things he’d grab for you on the way back from work. He’s a detective—he studies you, observes all your likes and interests, and he’s a very fast learner to top it off. Kisses during sex are also not uncommon, and he would definitely press his lips along your neck or on your cheek, whether he’s on top or behind you. And, as mentioned before, he does hold your hand a lot. When he’s feeling more affectionate than usual, he’d murmur how good you are for him in your ear. 
“You feel so good, honey. Doin’ so good for me,” he groaned, firm arms curled around your waist as he bucked his hips into you. At his praise, you arched your back so you’d press further into him, a breathless keen falling from your lips. 
“Yeah?” David asked in smug approval. “You like that? You like being good for me, hm?”
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J — JACK OFF
He rarely ever masturbates, because he’s got you around. And because he’s working so much. He feels as if it’s a waste of time if it’s not with you. But on the rare occasion you were out of town for longer than usual, he’d give into the temptation in the shower just once, imagining his wet fist was your warm cunt.
He missed you more than anything. All he could think about was you and your smile, your laugh, your beautiful hips and legs and thighs—
Fuck, even the cold shower he was standing under wasn’t helping his hard-on go away. With a muffled noise of frustration, David switched the water over to scalding hot, and curled a sopping hand over his throbbing cock. He leaned his forehead against the condensated tiles and closed his eyes, thinking about you and your delicious fucking moans. 
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K — KINK
Mentioned before, but handcuffs! He likes that you trust him enough to be at his mercy, and he also thinks you look incredibly hot tied up. Another would be when you tell him what you want him to do to you—that gets him going so good. David also loves when you tug at his hair right at the root—makes his eyes roll right to the back of his head. He also really doesn’t mind when you scratch your nails down his back. Seeing the red marks afterwards feels like an award more than anything. 
It surprised him just how good it felt when your nails lightly scratched at his scalp. He peered up at you from his position (between your gorgeous thighs), tongue dragging torturously over your sensitive clit. It surprised him even more when you took fistfuls of his hair and tugged with just the right amount of pressure. He made a noise of approval right against your cunt, the vibrations making your back arch so that your cunt pressed up closer to his face. 
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L — LOCATION
In bed is his go-to, since the two of you would usually have sex super late at night or really early in the morning. The couch in your living room is also home to lots of impromptu sex, mostly during the weekends. The kitchen counter and the dining table aren’t exempt, either.
The stir-fry you were cooking up crackled and popped in the pan, just about ready. From behind, David’s arms wove around your waist, his nose running along the curvature of your neck. It was only when you felt his stiff hardness against your back did you halt your ministrations.
“Here?” you asked with a sweet smile, turning your head to the side so you could see his sheepish expression. 
“Here’s good,” he replied, before turning the stove off for you and crowding you up against the kitchen counter.
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M — MOTIVATION
Your voice gets him worked up the most. Especially when you make it go all low and you whisper right into his ear—he gets hard just from the thought of it. You could be talking about the most asinine topics, and he’s looking at you like you’re already begging him to fuck you. Whenever you wear his clothes, too—preferably with nothing underneath—it just makes you all the more irresistible to him. 
It was rare for the both of you to wake up lazy, with no plans for the rest of the day. But today—today was a miraculous weekend where both of your off-days lined up. And so that only meant you got to lounge around wearing David’s shirt, whispering pure filth into his ear so he’d push you up against the closest surface and fuck you with no abandon. It was simply heaven.
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N — NO
Anything that could potentially really hurt you. He’s alright with a little bit of spanking here and there, but slapping you across the face is a hard no from him. He already sees quite a bit of abuse and violence at work, the last thing he’d want to do is replicate that with you. David can call you dirty names if you’d like, too, but he’s not very keen on being on the receiving end of it. Reminds him of his military school days. And, if it wasn’t obvious, none of the typical “gross” kinks, like piss and shit. He’s not into that at all. 
“Before we do this,” David started, trying his best to quell his racing heart, despite the fact that he’s slept with you three times prior to this. It was all still so new to him. “I just wanted to make sure—you’ll let me know if you’re uncomfortable, right? Or if I hurt you in any way, okay? I need to know if you’re not… enjoying it.”
“Okay, David,” you said with a serious nod, wrapping your legs about his waist. “I promise I’ll let you know.”
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O — ORAL
Loves giving and receiving equally. On days where he’s come from work utterly exhausted and too tired to fuck you, he’d have you hanging right by the edge of the bed, where he’s kneeling on the ground, licking lazy patterns up and down your aching core. Eating you out also makes for brilliant foreplay—David likes to tease it out, and he especially likes the way you tug at his hair and groan out his name. As for receiving, he loves to pull your hair just as much, low moans of appreciation falling from his lips.
It was heaven between your legs, he thought, brows knitting together as he hiked your thighs up higher on his shoulders so he could properly bury his face into you sopping pussy. The noises you were making were going straight to his cock, which ached within the confines of his trousers. Even when you’d come twice from his tongue, David just kept going, humming in amusement when you began to whine with overstimulation.
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P — PACE
It really depends on the day. Sometimes he wants to burn off some steam and frustration—goes all rough and quick until both of you are seeing stars. Other days he takes it slow, drawing it out to savor it as long as he can, drenching the sheets with both sweat and cum. 
“David—David, honey,” you cried out into the mattress, fists curling against the sheets. His cock was hitting all the right places inside of you, so fucking deep. “Please, please, go faster.”
He let out a guttural noise when you tightened around him. “No, no, honey… I’m taking my time with you today. Wanna make you feel every inch of me.”
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Q — QUICKIE
Much to his chagrin, the weekdays usually leave him no other choice than a quickie. He’d certainly prefer it if he had the option to take his time with you, but David makes the most out of it regardless. You certainly don’t seem to mind—though, you’ve convinced him to come in late to work a handful of times.
“I’m gonna be late for work,” David grunted right into your mouth as he pounded into you. The squelching sound of his cock hammering into your throbbing cunt was enough to leave his cheeks warm and flushed. “It’ll be all your fault, honey.”
You clutched onto his shoulders, your forehead drooping down onto his cheek, far too delirious to come up with a coherent response.
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R — RISK
He’d be more than willing to try out new things with you. He’s especially a big fan of when you come to him proposing a new position to try out. However, David isn’t likely to try out anything new on his own, so it’s all up to you. He’s just happy to do whatever you want to do.
“Hey, David?”
Your boyfriend glanced up from the paper he was reading, brows quirked.
“Well, uhm,” you wrung your hands together, with a sheepish expression, “I was wondering if we could… try something out in bed tonight.”
David blinked once, twice, and a third time. He put the paper down. “Of course, hon,” he said, a soft smile playing at the corner of his lips, “We can do whatever you want.”
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S — STAMINA
Usually only one or two rounds since he’s already so worn out from his job but you can easily work him up into a third round if you really wanted to. The rounds can last pretty long, though—he’s good at pacing himself and also makes sure that you’re feeling good, too.
“Again?” he panted with a tired grin when you rolled him over so you could clamber onto his lap, grinding your slickened cunt against his spent cock. 
“Mhm,” you replied, nodding. Your hair was a complete mess—David took pride in being the reason you looked so sexily disheveled. “You don’t even have to do anything. Just—lay there and let me take care of you.”
“Can’t argue with that.” David’s muttered words tapered off into a low groan when you sank down onto him.
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T — TOY
He wouldn’t own any toys of his own but if you owned a vibrator he’d definitely tease you with it during foreplay. Not at all the kind to be insecure about you using toys—in fact, he’s glad you have a way to feel good on your own whenever he’s not around to take care of you. Independence is incredibly sexy to him, after all.
The gentle buzz of the vibrator against your clit made you buck your hips up, to which David only let out an amused hum of laughter. One of his hands pressed down on the expanse of your stomach to keep you pinned down onto the bed.
“Stop squirming around, honey,” he muttered, teeth nipping at the inside of your thigh. “Relax—let me make you feel good.”
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U — UNFAIR
David can be a huge tease if he wanted to be—he knows the exact buttons to press to work you up until you’re right there, but he’d pull away just before you could cum. Would have a wide, smug grin on his face, but he’s quick to cave once you start moaning out his name.
“Why’d you stop?” you huffed, breathless, propping yourself halfway-up with your elbows so you could look down at him. The lower half of his face was covered with your arousal. 
“Hm?” The faux noise of confusion aggravated you to no return. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shot you a cocky smile, before kissing up your stomach.
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V — VOLUME
He’s not very loud, mostly quiet grunts and the occasional murmur against your skin. He’d much rather hear you—he loves it when you cry out for him, and tell him how good he feels against you.
Your nails dug into his shoulders as he plowed into you—you could feel the vibrations of his breathless groans and choked grunts. With a particularly hard thrust, your pussy walls shuddered and clenched around him, the lewd cry you let out enough to etch a permanent blush over David’s cheeks.
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W — WILD CARD
Roleplay wouldn’t even be something he thinks of doing but if you brought it up, he’d find it so incredibly hot if he pretended he was arresting you before bending you over a table and fucking you senseless.
“You gonna punish me, detective?” you asked with a coy smile, hand trailing down his chest, toying with the buckles of his belt.
David blinked at you—trying his best not to break character. With firm hands, he yanked your fingers away from his belt and twisted your arm around over your back, crowding you against the table. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and may be used against you in a court of law.” 
It took all it had in him not to laugh when you let out an aroused moan. 
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X — X-RAY
Size really doesn’t matter because he knows how to pleasure you regardless, but he’s definitely quite girthy. The first few times he had sex with you, he’d take it slow because he really didn’t want to hurt you and he was stretching you out so good.
“You’re so big,” you whispered as he carefully eased you onto his cock, hands gripping your hips tight. “Was worried you wouldn’t fit when we first had sex.”
David let out something akin to a hiss and a groan, his forehead leaning against yours. 
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Y — YEARNING
David’s sex drive isn’t all that high. It was mentioned before that you could work him up most of the time if you wanted to but unprompted, David would be just fine with having sex around once a week, especially since the two of you are so busy with work and quite tired when off it.
“We haven’t had sex in a while,” he whispered as he clambered into bed.
You muffled a yawn behind a fist. “Do you want to now?”
David rubbed at the corner of his eye, also fighting back a yawn. “I’m exhausted.”
“Me too.” The two of you laid down beneath the comforter, curling into your favorite positions like magnets snapping together. “In the morning, then?”
“Sounds good to me,” he replied, planting a chaste kiss on your shoulder and watching your eyelids slide shut.
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Z — ZZZ
Sleep is hard to come by for David, so he’s usually up for a while after sex. Just holding you, listening to you breathe, his nose pressed against your shoulder. He likes watching you sleep—not in a weird, creepy way, obviously, but he just likes how peaceful and restful you look. He finds that he sleeps much better with you around. Still doesn’t get enough hours, but it’s much more restful compared to his nights without you.
You collapsed into the mattress face-first with a satisfied noise, which was muffled into your pillow. Sweat glistened on both of your bodies, but neither of you had the energy to go wash up before bed. David’s eyes darted down to your legs, suppressing a grin when he saw his spend smeared between your thighs. 
“You’re too good, David,” you muttered, having turned your face away from the pillow, shooting him a lazy, blissed-out smile. 
Funny, he thought you were too good for him. His arms curled around you. “G’night, hon.”
“Night, David.”
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psychwxrdd · 9 days
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as someone who loves yorgos lanthimos and lars von trier nothing's ever too dark for me girl you can send whatever! and ok let me tell you i got way too hot thinking about this
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shy neighbour
warnings: 18+, heavy non con, drug use, dark! donnie, dark themes, don't read if any of those triggers you!
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There she goes, again. My neighbor. My illness. The girl I've been dreaming about every day since the first time I saw her. We go to the same school, we study in the same class, we are neighbors and yet, she doesn't even know who I am. I mean, she knows who I am, but she doesn't give a fuck about my existence.
She's wearing her school uniform, she's heading home, I didn't go today. I've been waiting all morning for her, and the little slut doesn't even look my way. That will change today.
"Y/n?"
She looks at me in surprise, due to my sudden presence. God, she's even more beautiful up close. Her smell is so good.
"Hey!" She says, smiling.
"We're from the same class, my name is Donnie." I extended my hand to shake her. I would use this hand to masturbate later.
"I know! I always see you, but we never really talk" She says in a friendly way. My hands tingle.
"My little sister is selling lemonade and I'm helping her, but as I saw that you've just arrived home from school and you must be thirsty, I wanted to give you one as a courtesy" I smiled, kindly.
Her eyes sparkled. Gotcha.
"That's so sweet, Donnie, thank you. I have a tip here to help your sister, take it" She said sweetly, opening her backpack. This is being much easier than I thought.
I handed her the glass and she innocently took it, with a good expression of surprise.
"God, that's great! Is your little sister a professional?" I laughed.
"Not as far as I know" I replied, unable to take my eyes off her. Sweet little thing. "Do you want another glass?"
"I don't have any tips on me anymore"
"No need, that would really be a courtesy, come on" I said in a friendly enough way to persuade her.
She didn't hesitate much, just followed me into the house. I was alone, I would be home alone all day.
As soon as she entered, it wasn't long before I noticed her yawning.
"Was school tiring today?"
"Yes... By the way, why you didn't came today?" I could tell the "juice" was taking effect by the sleepy way she tried to start a conversation, and I had to adjust my pants due to the excitement this caused me.
"I wasn't feeling well this morning"
She was going to say something more, but her eyes kept closing more and more.
"Do you want to go home? Take a nap?" I asked, with false politeness.
"No, I just..." Was all she said before laying her head down and blacking out. I smiled to myself.
Carefully, I carried her to my room. I couldn't believe how easy this was, I planned so much, if I had known she was so stupid and innocent I would have planned less. My sweet dumb little girl.
I placed her on the bed and admired the peace in her expression, she was a princess in real life. So beautiful...
It would be a pleasure to destroy her.
I caressed her face, her hair, every part of her body... I smelled her up close. Her hair smelled like a french candy, she was the physical embodyment of a cupcake. Delicious. I kissed and licked her neck, enjoying the sweet taste of her soft skin.
I kissed and licked her soft lips, sucking on them.
I caressed her breasts, her belly, all the parts of her body that i were dying of desire. Her round, soft ass, so hot. Her legs, her feet.
I ripped off her uniform blouse, admiring her pink bow bra and how beautiful it looked on her skin, on her breasts. I took them off and my dick throbbed at the sight of her hardened nipples, so beautiful, pointy.
I wasted no time in sucking voraciously. I was crazy, I wanted to suck her boobs all the time, for so long. I thought about it at school, in daydreams. I masturbated like hell thinking about it.
I sucked so much until they were completely wrinkled.
I went down to her belly, licking, sucking, delighting myself, and going further down, I stopped in front of her little flower. I squeezed my dick over my pants.
I lifted her skirt, massaging her thighs, kissing her panties and pulling them down. I took it from her body, smelling it and delighting in its sweet and addictive aroma. The sight I saw when I looked down almost made me cum in my underwear.
Her pussy was so wet that even her legs were wet, it was so beautiful, it must be so tight... Damn.
I placed each of her legs on my shoulders and kissed her clitoris with my tongue.
I sucked, licked, fucked her pussy with my tongue. I was crazy with lust for her sweet taste, that delicious smell, that fucking sight. If I could, I would spend days just eating her out, but I needed to get my dick in there, otherwise I would definitely die from so much desire.
I positioned her in a missionary way, she looked like a fuck doll. My fuck doll. Slowly, I inserted the head of my cock there, I swear I almost passed out from the sensation. I didn't knew if she was a virgin or not, but she was so tight, I didn't wanted to hurt her at all but I couldn't hold back.
And as much as I loved her, she deserved to be punished for not loving me. For all the suffering she caused me by seeing myself as just the nice boy who is in her class and also happens to be her neighbor.
I thrust my cock, rolling my eyes when I reached all the way inside. It squeezed me so tightly, it was so soft and comfortable, warm, it tickled my body. Fuck.
I started pounding hard, without stopping. I couldn't stop. Not even when I was about to cum, I was going to do it inside her.
I teased her for so long that I found it surprising that she hadn't woken up.
I bended her over, I fucked her all over and over again. I put it in her ass too, in her mouth. I rubbed my dick on her boobs, on her clitoris. I came inside her pussy and on her pretty face, on her breasts, on her ass. I had as much fun as I could. I cleaned her up as best I could and put her back on the couch, waiting for her to wake up, I would simply say that she slept heavily and was probably having nightmares, as she was complaining about something hurting her while she slept.
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issdisgrace · 3 months
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Jake Gyllenhaal has me in a chokehold and I don’t want him to let go of me
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nyxvuxoa-writes · 8 months
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[𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝙸𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜]
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This is an updated WIP list as of 7/24. In case you are curious to if your request is in my drafts or not, you can always check here and see if something sounds similar or if you are tagged in your request progress.
[𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳] I want to take some time to catch up on what I have. As soon as requests are open again, I will post that they are open and that my WIP list has been freed up. Please keep in mind, the wife and I are in the process of packing and moving into our new apartment, so hang in there with me while I balance things out.
This does not indicate the order that they will be done. I write with my flow, so one may flow better than the other one day. But they will all be done as soon as I can get them.
Aaron Taylor-Johnson Requests:
• Ray Marcus x Fem!Reader - Ravishment Anon Prompt Request, CNC, in drafts. • Ray Marcus x Fem!Reader - Backseat Anon Prompt Request, Car sex, in draft. • Tangerine x Fem!Reader - Title Pending Anon Continuation Request, Reader Learns More, In Drafts. • Yandere!Count Vronsky  x Fem!Reader - Title Pending Mutual Request, themes pending, smut, in drafts. • Ford Brody x Fem!Reader - Leather Black & Eyes of Blue Anon Request, Childhood Friend, Angst, Smut, in drafts, started. • Ben Leonard x Fem!Reader - Title Pending Anon Request, Hidden Feelings, Smut, in Drafts, Started. • Tarzan!Kraven x Fem!Reader - Title Pending Requested by @rvmanoffbarnes, in the wilds, smut possible, In drafts. • Kraven x Fem!Reader - Keep Your Enemies Closer Requested by @rachelcarroll1819 Avenger Reader, ties to spiderman, in drafts.
Jake Gyllenhaal Requests:
• Detective Loki x Fem!Reader - She's the Tear in My Heart Anon Requested, possessive Loki, relationship drama, in drafts.
Cillian Murphy Requests:
• Jackson Rippner x Fem!Reader - The way you Break Requested by @voxmortuus, Dark!Fic, Dead Dove, in drafts, started.
If you have questions about your draft or want to even just chat about it. Feel free to send me a message or an ask.
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gyll-yee-haw · 2 months
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im actually in love with all your donnie darko stuff, after being starved from donnie darko content you fed us
i was wondering if you could do a smut for him where reader squirts for the first time then he becomes obsessed with it and makes her do it over and over again?? tysm ^-^
Thank you so much, babyyy <333
I hadn't written too much about Donnie before, but I'm in love right now 🥺
Well, this is filthy, absolutely filthy (thanks you, I love it), overstimulation
Warnings: squirting, creampie, dirty talk, masturbation (m and f)
Like 1k words
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"Come on, baby, I know we can find the spot... I don't mind if I have to fuck you in 13 different positions, do you?" He kisses your neck as you giggle.
"Are you sure, Don?" You sigh. "It was so messy..."
"Fuck, baby, it was..." he grabs your waist, keeping you still under him as he starts rubbing your clit slowly. "Can't get out of my head how fucking wet you got, it was amazing, wasn't it?"
You nodded, biting your lip at the memory of last night's activities, when Donnie made you squirt for the first time. Not even you were aware you could do that... all you remember was that he had you on all fours, gripping the sheets, balls deep inside of you... and something felt different. It wasn't like you were going to cum, it felt like you really needed to pee, out of nowhere. You were too embarrassed to ask him to stop, so you decided to try your best to just hold it. But he was fucking you so good, so hard... you just couldn't control your body very well.
And then it happened. You knew it wasn't pee, it was something you had never experienced before... but it was followed by a whole new sensation of relief, and by Donnie moaning like a wild animal at how hot that was.
And when the two of you woke up the next morning, he was rock hard just remembering it. He needed you to do that again.
"Oh, Donnie... feels so good..." you bucked your hips as he rubbed your swollen clit faster.
"I know, sweetheart." He slowed down until he stopped, making you moan in frustration, trying to grind on his hand. "Shh... hey... it's okay, I'll give you what you need. But you can't come yet, okay? Need you desperate."
"But... but what if I can't do it again? You won't be disappointed, will you?" You felt anxious.
"No! Of course not!" He looked at you with a mix of worry and absolute passion. "I just want to try it, okay? Nothing in this world could make me love this pretty pussy any less, my angel."
You smiled, spreading your legs wider, as a sign you didn't want to waste any more time. He returned your smile, staring to stroke his dick dangerously close to your entrance.
He entered you slowly, hissing at the way you squeezed him. He began thrusting gently, until you soaked and welcomed his entire length.
"Deeper, Donnie..."
"Fuck, say that again, my love." He smirked at your dirty talk.
"You have to get deeper, you were so deep yesterday..." you moaned more than you felt like you had to, just to give him a show.
He helped you rest your legs on his shoulders as he started going faster.
"Is this deep enough for you?" He chuckled as he watched your eyes roll back at how good he was hitting that exact spot at this new position. "You sure as hell feel tighter... fuck!"
"Donnie!" Your legs started shaking. "Think... think I'm gonna do it..."
"Fuck, baby, please..." one of his hands went to your belly, applying pressure right where you felt his cock already pressuring enough. "Push it out for me, you can do it, pretty girl..."
You felt it rush out of you harder than the last time. On the position you were this time, you could see it soak his belly. It was so hot, it made you dig your nails on his back, enough to make him bleed.
"Fucking hell, oh jesus..." Donnie cried out, fucking you harder than ever. "You're such a good girl..."
"Donnie, I need to cum, please, give it to me..." you begged.
"Yeah? Hurry up, baby... you soaked my cock too fucking good for me to be able to hold it..." he said before crashing him lips into yours on a passionate kiss, hand sliding between your legs to rub your clit again.
Luckily you weren't able to hold it either, pussy contracting around his cock as you came hard. He filled you up seconds after, he couldn't even think about cuming anywhere else when he was that deep inside you.
And when he pulled out, he could have cried at that scene. The way you were soaked from squirting, plus his cum dripping out of you...
"Keep your legs spread for me, baby, don't move..." he asked, and you obeyed.
You looked at him in shock, as you saw he was stroking himself... cock not even fully hard, because that would be humanly impossible.
"Too hot, baby, can't waste this sight..." he whined pathetically, absolutely overstimulated, but physically unable to stop.
"Careful not to hurt yourself, Donnie." You mocked him. "I'm not going anywhere... there's no rush..."
"I know, but..." his cock throbbed as his hand moved up and down, making an obscene wet sound. "Too hot, feel like... need to cum more..."
"Right... get those balls fucking empty for me, then..." you gathered his cum, leaking out of you, rubbing it over you clit, starting to touch yourself for him.
Yes, it did hurt a little, but you understood him. You craved more.
The two of you moaned in sync, smell of sex in the air and sheets absolutely ruined under you. None of that mattered at the time.
Donnie came first. Shooting his load directly into your clit while you rubbed it. That scene and the extra lubrication it gave you had you throwing your head back and screaming his name as you came hard.
Took a while for the two of you to be able to talk again.
"We need a shower." He chuckled, watching your filthy state.
"That's easy." You shrugged. "But you're gonna need a new mattress if you keep making me do that..."
"Sounds worth it to me."
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gyllenflower · 8 months
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omg dom!donnie being all soft with reader during aftercare would be the death of me
heehhehehehehe this made butterflies swirl around in my tummy. thank you fro the request. Hope you had an awesome week, baby <3
warnings: some short desciptive smut, unprotected sex, dom!Donnie, hair pulling, spanking, overstimulation, L-Bombs, cheesy fluffiness, and aftercare!!! <3
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Donnie’s hand gripped your hair, shoving your face into the pillows as he pounded into you mercilessly. You moaned loudly in pleasure, muffled by the fluffy pillows. You had already came 3 times and Donnie was desperately chasing his release inside of you. He’d never edged or fucked you as much as he did tonight and you felt completely fucked out.
“You’re so fucking good, baby. Fuckin’ love when I shove you down and fuck you.” He told you. “This is what you were made for, huh?”
You nodded into the pillow and whimpered in response. Your ass was between his thighs as he slid in and out of you. One hand held your wrist and the other gripped the sheets next to you. His hand that wasn’t holding you down rubbed as your clit quickly, making your stomach and hips jolt with pleasure.
“Say it. Tell me.” He told you, pulling your hair to bring your head up, making your scalp sting deliciously.
“This is what I was made for.” You repeated to him, writhing against him and his hand that was messily rubbing your pussy.
“You’re gonna cum one more time.” Donnie said.
“I - I ca-“
“Don’t you fuckin’ say you can’t, baby.” He cut you off harshly and his hand that gripped your hair left to smack your ass hard. “I’m not fucking stopping.”
You cried out and reached a hand back to grab his arm. He just grabbed your wrist tightly and slammed it back against the soft material covering your bed. He breathed out and his hips faltered as his orgasm neared.
“You don’t get to touch me yet. Fuckin’ push back on me. Show me you want it.” He gritted between his teeth and brought his hand down on your ass again.
His hand gripped your hip and you pushed back against him, helping his thrusts go deeper. He growled from behind you and broken moans fell from his mouth.
“G-God. Fuck, i’m gonna cum.” Donnie warned you. “You’re gonna make me cum.” His hot breath hit the back of your ear as he leaned down.
Yours and Donnie’s moans filled the room and you shoved your face into the pillow.
“Yes, yes, yes, please!” You chanted.
Your head spun and tears of pleasure rolled down your cheek, as your body gave in, finally reaching your release. His thrusts hit deep and quick, nudging against your sweet spot. His forehead dropped to your neck and his warm lips kissed it sweetly. Donnie kissed your back as he let go. He breathed out shakily and groaned as you clamped down on him. He filled you up, slowing his thrusts and sitting inside you for a second. He hissed as he pulled out and rested his cock against you, breathing heavily and kissing your shoulder some more. His hips humped against you, making you chuckle exhaustedly.
“Donnie… no more.” You told him.
He laughed, voice heavy and groggy from all the moaning and praising he did.
“No more, baby girl. Promise.” He kissed your shoulder again.
A shirt hit your skin and he wiped away the mess you both made between your legs, and on your back.
When he finished, he pulled you against his chest and rolled the two of you on your sides. You both laid there, with his arms around your waist and your back pressed to his chest, feeling each other’s breaths rise and fall. Donnie breathed heavily as he caught his breath with you, regaining your stamina.
“Do you want some water, baby?” He moved some hair out of the way of your ear, kissing it.
You just nodded in response and he kissed the back of your head. Then your shoulder. Then he kissed your cervical area, and then your neck. His warmth left your back and the bed.
Donnie came back with a water bottle, sneaking himself back behind you under the blankets and handing you a bottle of water.
You kissed his hand gratefully, before you grabbed the bottle and brought it to your lips, gulping down the liquid quickly. You drank half of the bottle and reached back to hand Donnie the other half.
“I’m okay.” He declined.
“You just fucked me for almost an hour - you should drink some water.” You reminded him.
“It wasn’t an hour!” Donnie laughed.
“Almost an hour.” You corrected, turning around to face him, smiling at your boyfriend.
He grabbed the bottle from you and opened it, gulping the rest down.
“Happy?” He asked you.
You only nodded, leaning your lips in to his and kissing him deeply. He moaned quietly into your mouth as he felt your fingers against his scalp, scratching lightly.
“Keep doing that.” He mumbled against your lips, briefly breaking your kiss.
You scratched at his scalp again, making him groan and grab at your thighs, pulling you on his lap.
“I said “no more”.” You told him.
“I swear we’ll just make out.” He told you, kissing your neck and leaving marks there.
You laughed and shook your head at him, pushing against his shoulders, “I’m not falling for that.” You told him.
You stopped kissing him and laid your head on his shoulder. Donnie shifted the both of you to get more comfortable, and then he brought your blanket over the both of you.
“What do you want for dinner?” He whispered above you, kissing your forehead.
“Hmmm..” You thought for a moment. “Mmm…Pasta…” You said dreamily, closing your eyes.
He could feel your eyelashes flutter on his chest.
“Pasta? It’s been awhile since you’ve wanted that.” He asked, chuckling and looking down at you.
You looked at him and nodded your head,
“I’ve just got the taste for it now. Plus, your pasta is yummy.” You smiled at him and kissed his chest.
He placed a kiss on your forehead and you snuggled into his neck, breathing in his scent. The room smelled like the both of you and the sheets felt damp from sweat and you and Donnie’s mess. But you would worry about that later on.
Right now, it was just you and Donnie. His sweet scent, his warm skin. How his chest rose with every breath and came back down. You listened to his slowing and evening out heart rate, calming your own.
His arms were wrapped snug around you under the covers and one of his hands were stroking your hair.
“I’ll have dinner ready when you wake up. And then we’ll do some laundry. Maybe have another round in the wash room?” He suggested with a playful smirk that you couldn’t see.
You chuckled and he kissed the top of your head.
Before either of you knew it, Donnie felt you go limp against him. Your eyes shut and you breathed evenly as your eyelids moved, eyes darting under them from whatever dream you were having.
Donnie smiled down at you, admiring how beautiful you are. You looked so perfect against him. Your skin, your hair, the sound of your breath. The way your hair felt between his fingers. He focused on it all - wondering how he got so lucky. He lived for you and these moments.
“Can’t wait to marry you, pretty girl.” He whispered above you.
He placed another soft kiss on the top of your head, careful not to wake you, then closed his eyes. Even when he went to sleep, he dreamt of you.
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LEG LOCK — ELWOOD DALTON 🏆
summary: happy international women’s day! let’s celebrate by getting absolutely wrecked by this this man who was sculpted by the gods.
warnings: i know nothing about the ufc, curse words, smut (the pet name doll is used, degradation, mild nipple play, worship kink, size difference* kink, marking, dacryphilia, blowjob & throat fucking, mild CNC, throatpie, choking, 69, pussy eating, fingering). 18+ NO MINORS.
word count: 4465
photo credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics
notes: *you do not need to be smaller than him, size kink applies to all heights & weights. when road house comes out, let’s all disregard the fact that my portrayal of dalton will most likely be so far off, okay? okay. i want to give a big shoutout to @jakegooglyeyes​ for the ideas, i had to steal them to make this fic as filthy as possible. ❤️ thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!
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“Come here, doll.” Dalton abandoned the magnificent view of the Vegas Strip he had from this hotel suite to turn his head in your direction. A couple of floors higher than where you were residing for the duration of the event and you would have your heads in the clouds. “I need you to show me how much you missed me.”
You walked from across the room, silk bathrobe wrapped around your body from when Dalton left to prepare for the fight and you relaxed in the tub that sat between the living and the bed rooms. Bath time was cut short, your eyes had been glued to the television screen while you watched the fight that ended incredibly quickly. In a blink of an eye, you got a text from your man indicating he was on his way (or so you assumed with the series of emojis he sent you, including an eggplant followed by droplets of sweat), then you heard knocking at the door.
The rest happened just as quickly, he replaced the hot and foamy water of the bath by cold one in which he dumped bucket after bucket of ice cubes to chill his worked up body. He hopped out of the ice bath and barely covered himself with a matching bathroom. He was still wearing the same compression shorts as from the fight, cup and all. A few glasses of electrolyte drinks, a pain killer as a safety measure and he was ready to go. His shorts were still damp. He was not playing.
You made your way to Dalton and wrapped your arms around his muscular shoulders. You had praised him enough, he could catch a break from all the ego inflation and try to get in touch with reality instead — with your help, of course. “You’re asking for a lot.” You smirked and pulled him in for a kiss. “You weren’t gone for a long time.”
“You’re so silly.” He mirrored your smirk as his tongue brushed over his teeth that had been covered by an official UFC branded mouth guard during the fight. His hands found their usual place at the small of your back. “I’m not asking, baby doll.” He rubbed his hands up and down on your back, surprising you when you felt some kind of pressure against your shoulders that was pushing you down.
You wanted to tell him he was needy, that he could enjoy the rest of his night and drop the bad boy act for an hour or two. You wanted to tell him you were still sore from a few days ago when he fucked you like it would be the last time, that he could wait a little longer. Your head wanted to tell him many things, your body, however, was only saying one thing.
His left hand was resting on top of your head, helping you go lower and lower until you dropped to your knees like the ‘good fucking girl’ you were. He gave you just enough freedom to take your time and leave a trail of kisses that started from his puffy pecs.
You traced the shape of them with your tongue before you gentle wrapped your lips around his small nipples. You flicked your tongue over the sensitive buds, drawing soft whimpers out of him. You gave his other nipple the same treatment and glanced at Dalton quickly, catching him as he was lolling his head back from the feeling of your warm mouth on his cold, hard nipples. You continued to paint his body with open mouthed kisses all the way down the small valley between his hard abs.
His eyes rolled backwards when you reached his Adonis belt — his sweet spot. His grip on your head loosened, you knew you were pushing all the right buttons. He would never get enough of you worshipping him. Whether it was with your words, your hands or your mouth; he soaked it all up and let it spark fireworks through his body. All those kisses and touches only made him even more aroused, pumping blood to his constricted cock.
Your kisses lingered on each side of his waist, making sure to suck just long enough to leave marks that were darker than his tanned skin. You gently licked over the groove of the muscle until you noticed a wet spot on his skin. You kept going until both sides looked bruised, unlike the rest of body. He left the octagon pretty much intact after the victory by knock out.
“I fucking knew it.” You raised your eye brows, looking up to meet Dalton’s darkened blue eyes. “You missed me.” He chuckled, satisfied by how you were treating him. He felt special a lot of the time, especially when cameras and spotlights followed his every movement on the stage while he threw punches at his opponents. However, nothing could compare with the way you made him feel like the king of the world.
From your position, down on the floor, he could absolutely pass as a king. He looked tall, impressive — intimidating. Dalton was towering over you and enjoying himself while he did it. You let your hands explore his toned legs, noticing how some muscles twitched under your touch. You continued to cover his lower abdomen with kisses and hickeys until you, too, got impatient enough to feel the urge to rip the shorts off his body.
Dalton’s arms moved out of the way after he let the bathrobe fall to his feet. He arched his back just enough to push his crotch impossibly closer to your face. He clicked his tongue as some imaginary clock was ticking as well. You needed to hurry up.
You squeezed your thumbs between his hips and the waist band of his shorts. You leaned your head on the hand was now caressing your cheek while you pulled down on the bottoms until he could easily step out of them. You discarded the damp fabric and let him adjust to the freedom. Your eyes widened with excitement — and hunger — as you watched his cock twitch and throb before you.
When you opened your mouth, awfully slow in his opinion, he quickly guided himself to the hole you were presenting. He barely gave you time to stick your tongue out that the tip of his cock was pushing deep in your mouth, a grunt of relief escaped his open mouth. “Been thinking of that mouth of yours all fucking day.”
You gagged around him, hands gripped on the smooth skin of his waxed legs. The trick that said to squeeze your thumb inside your hand had long stopped working for you. Dalton liked it rough — no stupid tricks could save you. You moaned around him and tried to bop your head back and forth to coat his veiny length with spit. You opened your eyes for a split second, meeting with his intense gaze while tears already started to pool and threaten to fall down your face.
“Gonna make yourself look all pretty for me, doll?” He started to thrust his hips, refusing to follow the pace you were setting. He wanted to feel you, all of you. He would not stop until he got what he wanted. His hands met on your head, he was already locking his fingers together.
Your eyes widened with fear and a small scream got stuck in your throat. You pulled away — while you still had time — to take as many deep breaths as he would let you.
“Answer me.” Dalton ordered.
“Yes. So pretty,” you obeyed, panting. “Just how you like it.”
“Just how I love it.” He corrected you with an arched brow. He guided your head to his crotch again. “Make yourself cry on my cock, baby.”
You nodded frantically and opened your mouth, jaw relaxed with your tongue out, already begging to taste more of his precum. Slowly, you took him in. Inch by inch, you adjusted to the size and weight of him against your tongue. You pushed your head as far as you could take it and pulled away. You spit on his cock and tried again and again, building speed and rhythm that made Dalton grunt of pleasure.
Whether you were moaning or whining around his cock, he did not care. He enjoyed the vibrations too much to stop and let you speak. With his hands on your head, he helped you move back and forth despite the strings of saliva that dripped down your chin and despite the tears that streamed down your face. He made you look up at him, and he could have finished right here and there in your mouth as he took in the sight.
It was messy. You looked so messy. Spit and tears had fallen down on your exposed breasts. You, too, were no longer wearing the silky bathrobe and it made him want to cover your whole body with various marks. Hickeys, spit, cum — whatever he could come up with to mark you as his, he would do it. And you would let him. Happily.
“Oh, doll,” Dalton chuckled in between moaning. “How could I not want to ruin you when you look so beautiful for me?” He gripped on your hair a bit, anchoring you down on his cock to keep you in place while he kept going with the dirty talk. “Let me hear your cute noises when you choke on me. Don’t fucking hold back.”
So, you did just that... Not that you had a choice, really. Dalton had taken over control of your strokes. All you could do was take it and let him hear how much you liked it. You reached to touch your neck and felt the size of the bulge his cock was creating in your throat. It hurt so bad. Your throat was hurting from the intense fucking, your eyes were hurting from the relentless crying and your knees were hurting from your position. You did not know what you should focus on.
Dalton figured it out for you as he made you hold his cock in your throat again. You could swear you felt him throb in your mouth, and judging by how he pulled your head away from him, he felt it too. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He laughed, his chest rising up and down from his breathing. “You’re so greedy, baby. You want me to cum already?”
“Yes, yes, please! You sounded so adorable when you begged.
“Nah,” He walked away from you, towards the bed. “You don’t deserve it yet.”
You put your palms on the floor and crawled on all fours, following him.
He fell on the bed, heavily, with a loud groan. The mattress curved under his weight and he waited until you were kneeling by his feet again. He reached his knee up to your chin — the same one he used to knock his opponent out for good — and made your head tilt up to look at him. “You good?”
You nodded and resisted the urge to wipe your face clean. It was uncomfortable. It was degrading.
He adored it. “Use your words.”
“I’m good.” You sounded confident enough to earn gentle taps of the back of his hand against your cheek.
Without losing anymore time, Dalton pushed you back down on his cock. Deeper than before. Deeper than he had done it in a long time.
You coughed and choked and gagged — a symphony of sounds that only got him craving for more. He could not move his hips a lot from this sitting position, so his expert hands did all the work for him.
The more you were fighting back, audibly yet incoherently begging for mercy, the deeper he was fucking your throat.
You could not even open your eyes, all you did was try and grab at anything you could reach to try and hold you back from running away from his cock. Not that you wanted to, it was just reflexes sending alarms to your brain to stop the torture. But it felt too good, but you wanted him too much.
He noticed you managed to slide your hands between his thick thighs and the bed, keeping you in place but also making it so that your head was at the perfect position. More back and forth, more strokes of your head on his sensitive cock and he made you stop moving.
Inside of your mouth, you twirled your tongue around his tip, while also trying to breathe as best as you could, guessing he was getting close and that the end was near. You were working hard to earn his release, to earn yours too so you could extinguish the fire burning inside of your lungs. You could have never guessed what he was about to do.
With impressive balance, Dalton leaned back and lifted his legs. First, he moved each leg on each side of your arms. He kept going, rather slowly, until his legs reached your shoulders. His feet were now hovering your back, heels pressing between your shoulder blades. Dalton crossed his feet together and erased the distance between his thighs — between his thighs and your head.
Soon enough, you felt the muscles of his thighs on each side of your face. Your eyes widened with surprise, with a hint of fear too. He stopped tightening until you were in a solid leg lock you could not escape. Well, you could, but that meant you would lose the privilege of feeling his cock in your mouth and that was much too high of a price to pay. The pressure of your position, locked between his legs and his cock, made you dizzy. That paired with the cruel lack of oxygen, it felt like you were choking without the feeling of his rough hand around your neck.
Dalton moved his feet, pushing his cock so far down your throat that you could not even physically gag around him, all that was left for you was to continue sobbing and to “Take it, take my fucking cock!” He grunt, nose scrunched and lips curled back. “The more you cry, the less I wanna let you go.”
Your eyelids started to feel heavy and your fists let go of the sheets you were strongly holding on to. Your hands travelled to the outside of his thighs were his muscles were bulging with the effort.
“You’re my perfect little doll.” He reminded you of your metaphorical position, just a toy for him to use until he unleashed all of his pleasure inside you. He also reminded you of your literal position, his feet digging against your spine to the point it started to hurt.
You gave three quick taps to his right thigh.
He smiled down at you, eyes and expression darkened with his lust. He bit on his lower lip while the pleasure was building dangerously big in his core.
You tapped him again as you started to squirm inside the fatal leg lock. You gathered all the strength you had to look up at him.
At the moment your eyes met, he shot his load of cum deep in your throat. Dalton came in many ropes of cum that you swallowed instinctively, not that you could do anything about it. He was lodged so deep inside of you that he forced you to take him and his cum until he was finished.
Boy, that first breath of fresh air felt even better than watching your man win fights after fights, belts after belts. Dalton freed you of the leg lock and pushed on your forehead to get you off him. Your knees gave in under you and you sat down with each leg caging you in. You were seeing dark spots and colours, or maybe that was the bruise on the knee he used to fly on his opponent’s face. It was hard to tell. And it was hard to think.
His chest was reddened from the force of his orgasm, his cock was a slobbery mess of spit that dripped down to his balls and the floor. Your chin was dripping too, but neither of you had it in you to clean up. If only he had thought of filming you being the best slut in this goddamn world for him. His right hand held his cock, trying to stop the twitching. His left hand stretched towards you with his fist closed. He smile when you bumped your fist against it.
“Thank you.” You whispered, more like mouthed. Your throat felt so sore that the vibrations of your voice were painful.
“You have such good manners, baby girl.” He was now cradling your head in both of his hands, not so accidentally smearing more of your spit over your face. “I trained you good.”
Your hands reached up to your jaw and you massaged each side of it lightly.
In the meantime, Dalton pushed himself further on the bed and laid down, squeezing a pillow under his head to prop himself up. He used his pointer and middle fingers in a come hither motion, ordering you to get on bed with him.
You happily obliged, definitely needing some recovery time after the roughness with which he had fucked your mouth. You both laughed when he saw just how much you were struggling to lift yourself off the floor, so he offered you a strong arm to hold on to and he pulled you up on your shaky legs.
Dalton clicked his tongue in disapproval when he understood you were trying to lay down next to him. “Who said I was done? I certainly did not.” He had you on your tired knees again, pulling you down so your faces were closer and he could kiss your swollen and spit covered lips. One of his hands travelled down your body, down to your pussy that had been left untouched this whole time.
You watched him, watching you. His eyebrows moved in funny ways and his jaw dropped while his fingers dipped between your soaked folds. You moaned softly when he smeared your wetness over your clit, the outside of your pussy and even your inner thighs that were just as messy as the rest.
“If you want us to stop...” He interrupted his sentence with a rough kiss that he ended by pulling on your bottom lip. “Why is this pretty pussy so wet for me?”
You failed to come up with any clever response, instead you let your moans and whimpers speak for themselves.
He slapped ever so lightly your pussy, making you flinch at his touch. “Come on, baby. I need to taste you.” He stretched his arm out to catch you as you tried, again, to lay down. “Not like that. I want you to sit on my face.”
You glanced at him quizzically. You were exhausted — definitely more exhausted than the man who had one of the most critical fights of his career just a few hours ago. You failed to choose between rest and pleasure.
So Dalton picked for you. He manhandled you around, helping you climb on top of his head in the position he wanted you in. You were on top of him, your core just a few inches away from his mouth and you were facing the rest of his body. His cock was still hard, throbbing with the need to be touched by you again. He wrapped his arms around your legs and forced you down on him.
At first, you felt his tongue that was poking out of his mouth. He licked over and through your folds, teasing your clit that he sucked on for a few minutes. Then, you flinched again as his tongue poked at your entrance. He switched between licking and sucking, so that you could warm up to the familiar pleasure that his mouth procured you. With goosebumps all over your skin, and his tongue abruptly entering you, you fell forward and your face met with his cock again.
He was not the smartest man, but when it came to having his way with you, Dalton would always come up with a reason or an idea to get his dick wet and preferably buried in your holes. It did not matter which one, as long as he was inside you, he felt like a champion.
You caved in to the urge of feeling his cock again, of tasting it and of worshipping him more than you already had. You leaned on your hands that were digging in the mattress of the hotel bed. You bopped your head up and down on his length, taking your time to feel every part of him. You wrapped your lips tight around his tip, feeling how it stretched you out. You licked over the bulging veins of his cock, moaning along with him when he let out noises against your core.
Dalton planted his feet on the bed, legs spread open to give you space. He would soon tip over the point of overstimulation, but you felt way too good to tell you to stop. He focused on you, on tasting you and on pulling the sweetest sounds out of you. And then, he jerked his hips forward.
You choked on his cock and coughed.
He sucked on your clit to make you forget about it. He did it again, replacing whatever reaction you had with more waves of pleasure that built up at the bottom of your tummy. He played this game for a little while until he could not stop himself anymore. He fucked your mouth, the more you drooled — the deeper and the harder he fucked it. Simultaneously, he pushed his tongue in your pussy and swallowed all of you, moaning at your taste.
You pulled your head away from him, a small scream emanated from you when you felt your hole being stretched by a thick finger. You mumbled a few curse words that earned you a second digit inside of you. Was it a reward or a punishment? You had no idea, other than it felt amazing and it made the whole night worth it, from the sobbing to the lack of breathing. When you adjusted to the blissful pain of the stretching, you continued to suck him off, focusing on the swollen, red tip of his cock.
He was not having any of it. Dalton clenched his abs, fought his own tiredness and sensitivity and fucked your mouth hard. His fingers matched the pace, pushing in and out of you fast and deep. “Attagirl,” He grunted. “ So damn hot.” he praised you and stilled his hips so that his cock was hitting the back of your throat and you struggled around him. “Love the way you clench around me when you’re choking on my cock.” You gagged as an answer. “Makes you tighter.”
Sounds of protest failed to provide you with any mercy, he was fucking your mouth and your pussy like he owned them. Which he did, and he was making sure you would remember that you belonged to him for many days to come.
He felt you coming. He felt you clenching even tighter on his fingers to the point he struggled to move them at all. He kissed and nibbled some more on the skin of your inner thighs that were squeezing his head just like his own thighs had squeezed yours. Quickly he focused on sucking your swollen clit into his mouth and moaning against it.
And you felt him cumming in your mouth for the second time that night. Your orgasms lingered together, grunts and moans melted into each other as you both tried to drag the wave of euphoria for as long as you could ride it.
Much to your surprise, Dalton was the one to tap out. He was squirming under you before you had time to swallow every drop of his seed.
You carefully licked what had fallen on his abs and pelvis until you cleaned him up. At the same time, he stopped sucking on your clit to lick you clean with a flat tongue and wait as you released his fingers from your grip. He sucked them in his mouth and released them with an audible pop.
He granted you with the permission to, finally, lay down on the comfortable bed. Your head rested by his hip as his rested by your thighs. His fingertips gently caressed your skin, not even minding that you were sweaty just like him. “Doll?”
You hummed in response, too tired to lift your head and look at him. Instead, you admired the view that you had from your spot, all cozied up against his body. Your eyes were not close, but not wide open either. You appreciated the quite blurry appearance of his puffy abs and v-line, of the curve of his hips, and of how his torso was rising and falling down to the rhythm of his breathing. You tried to match his deep breaths and slow releases.  
“You’re fucking amazing.” He turned his head to plant a few kisses on your thighs, smoothing over the spots where he had been gripping hard on you.
“I know.” You chuckled along with him.
You both agreed you would clean up later. The rest could wait, not everything though — Dalton was already looking forward to wreak havoc with room service.
“Sounds like a good plan to me.” You let him take a power nap next to you while you replayed the events of the night in your head. “El’?”
He leaned on his elbows so that he could look at you. You were so beautiful, fucked out of your mind like that. No wonder why his phone lock screen was a picture of your post orgasm glow. He noticed you were smirking. He carried the reputation of being a straight up pain in the ass. You helped with keeping him balanced and somewhat sound of mind. But he loved the way you matched his crazy just as well as you kept him grounded. That push and pull game of feeding into his unhinged antics and keeping his feet not too far up from the ground was one of his favourite things.
“That was so much fun.” You let out a sigh. He responded with a content “Yeah, I know”.
“I was thinking of something...” You refrained from pointing out it was an usual event for him to use his brain to do the thinking rather than his fists — or his cock. “What other battle moves can I practice on you next time?”
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davidlcki · 3 months
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BESTIE BEGGING ON MY KNEES we need more david loki x reader out here 😭😭 maybe some angst/comfort?? ILY
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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
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“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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