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Yall I need someone to yell about jake gyllenhaal with pls dm me I'm repressing all my inner rambling about him and it's giving me high blood pressure

Please dm me about jake gyllenhaal I think the obsession is becoming terminal. My friends and family are sick of me thirsting over his old magazine photoshoots

Yall I need someone to yell about jake gyllenhaal with pls dm me I'm repressing all my inner rambling about him and it's giving me high blood pressure

Hi 👋🏼

Do you write for detective Loki?

I have not before but I will absolutely try! I have watched prisoners and I loved his character so much

Detective Loki is one of my top favorite Jake characters 🫶🏽 Rusty is my other favorite!! He did such an amazing job in presumed Innocent 🖤

My favorites are pilot kelson and Elwood Dalton! I have a real soft spot for super campy over the top movies. But I did really enjoy Rusty and presumed innocent, he's so pathetic for pussy it's amazing. Poor guy is so smart but he only thinks with his dick.

Absolutely love this! Adorable banter between them!

I was wondering if I could request a detective David Loki fic? Maybe he gets a crush on the nurse who cleans up his wound to his head? Maybe she is a soft cheerful person who tries to cheer him up while he is in the hospital?

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Baby I loveee this request thank you<3 I had a similar request so I'll apply it to this one too (:

A/n: ahhh so fuckin excited to finally write for Loki, he's definitely top 2 on my character obsession w/ Jake Gyllenhaal. He's just sooo sexy. I'll be writing more for him soon <3 idk if this needs a part two lol.

Pairing: Detective Loki x Reader (Prisoners)

summary: kinda fluffy. You're a nurse assigned to care for Detective Loki and his head wound. You talk a lot, trying to cheer up the mood since you noticed his lack of emotions.

TW: mentions of blood and shooting

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JAZZ MUSIC

Replacing the soiled bandage from the dried-blood-ridden head with a fresh one, you were being gentle as possible, as you always did with majority of patients. Gently, you cleaned around the perimeters of the gash.

But notably, David Loki seemed he wouldn't have budged even if you decided to be less fragile with your hands.

Although the docs usually stitch up intense wounds, you were assigned to perform Mr. Loki's the night before.

Subsequently, he didn't shift or stir in the process, only a few harsh blinks and a "thanks." was all that he retorted during and after the stitches.

The last round of micropore tape on his temples was lightly applied before you smiled, taking a step back to admire your probably-hundredth artwork of the day.

He returned the gaze with seemingly no emotion. But maybe there was, because every time he stared at you it was in long increments. As if he was trying to figure you out. Maybe it's cuz he's a detective dumbass

"How do you feel Mister Loki," You questioned with light enthusiasm.

"Like a million bucks," he responded sarcastically, giving a half assed smile and shifting his seat on the hospital bed, "Thanks again."

You tilted your head and grinned, "I'm sure you do. That'll be one badass scar," you gleamed, trying to lighten the mood, "Wish I was cool enough to have another relic added to my tattoos, at least you didn't have to pay for this one," you sarcastically scoffed, referring to his wound that will soon be a scar.

He replied with a genuine smile this time. A cute, shy smile.

Tossing the last bits of the bandages and wrappers, you planned on heading over to the next room.

"Didn't think someone like you would have tattoos." He blurted before you headed for the door.

Eye contact was retrieved. He was inexplicably attractive. Admittedly, you wanted to avoid being in the same room with him for too long because of that.

Odd because you never found patients enticing; it simply didn't suit the setting. He undoubtedly threw this streak off the tracks.

Funny to acknowledge, he had an edge to him. There was something intriguing under all the quiet, tranquil, and mysterious mannerism.

He had piercing blue eyes and thick bushy eyebrows. Thin lips, scruffy shaven facial hair, and an alluring voice. You had identified his tattoos the minute he was admitted.

Humorous to realize your quickness to mentally interrogate his physical and emotional appearances, considering he was the detective.

Would it be wrong to admit the head wound made him more attractive? For literally saving a child by risking his life. Don't be weird y/n.

"Didn't think you'd have any either," you replied acerbically, shrugging aimlessly.

He raised an eyebrow with half a smile, "Oh yeah why's that?"

"Doesn't suit you. You seem too proper. You know, like you listen to jazz music and play golf every Tuesdays at the country club. Tea over coffee typa guy. Perhaps I read your name as Sir David Leviticus the Third," you replied sarcastically, raising the clipboard you had in your other hand.

You had no idea what you were saying. You had a thing for trying to cheer up your patients. Since this one was attractive, you actually tried even if it sounded stupid.

He chuckled with a scoff, "Yup that's definitely me. Has a nice ring to it."

"Well running on 3 hours of sleep and black coffee from this morning will have you so delirious anything sounds funny. Even if it isn't," you admitted, rubbing your eyebrow to your temple as a sign of fatigue, "Oh but don't let the doctors acknowledge my lack of sleep, I'll be seen as incompetent," you made a fake pout face.

He chuckled, "You'd be great as a detective if you can still function enough to do this," he gestured to the stitch and patches on his head, "As you can tell I don't really sleep either."

"Well geez it sure as hell pays off. Stitches ain't much to relish about. It's amazing what you did, and do," you kindly smiled with your lips wholeheartedly, "how dam cool is it to survive a gunshot wound to the head?" It really admired you how courageous and selfless this man was.

He blinked harshly twice, looking down. You noticed it was a tick of his. Curious, you wondered what ailed him to do that and quite nearly felt horrible for possibly being the cause to his stress for what you said.

Where it originated from? Seems like he had a flashback. Maybe of the scene he endured a day before today?

He recollected himself by smiling ever so slightly, then brought his gaze back to yours, "Well I wish all the doctors could be more like you."

"Oh hm? Why's that," You questioned curiously.

"You're very cheerful. Haven't encountered that in awhile," he answered crossing his arms.

"Kinda have to be. This job will eat me up if not, fake it till you make it you know," you replied honestly, giving a sign of stress.

"Yeah. You're also really attractive" he blurted confidently with a slight smirk.

The nonchalant utterance took you by complete surprise knocking the wind out of you, you didn't have time to prepare yourself before severely blushing.

You broke eye contact, trying to recollect yourself casually, "I.. mm... have to be careful what I say to my patients... you know, uh, HIPPA and stuff..." gesturing the feeling of attraction was reciprocated, you regained his eyes, "I mean, thank you."

"Ah. Gotta be careful cause of work... I see," he curled his lips, "Well since you're a witness I'm gonna need to take down your number. Since I'm a detective and all," He replied cunningly.

You scoffed playfully, "What are you going to do with my number detective," you glanced over at the scraps pinned down to the clipboard.

"You know. Ask you questions. Like your name, where you last saw the suspect, jazz music recommendations, if I can take you out, what your tattoos look like, simple stuff. But after your shift of course," He replied rhetorically.

"Interestinggg. Well I hope the head wound isn't talking, I'll have to chart that patient is experiencing delirium," you teased, scribbling down a mock sentence, "Sorry, but I've gotta get back to work. Press that button if you need assistance Mister Loki," you gestured to the red circle before placing a piece of paper beside his bed.

You headed out with your back turned, closing the door behind you, taking a peek before completely shutting the door to see David smiling down at the piece of paper with your number on it.

I've read this 3 times already!

just need you.

a/n : I blame @joshlmbrt for this. u asked for it and it got me horny so here you go 🧡

prompt: men who knead your thighs and hip as you sit on their lap with their big hands as you slick their hair back and tell them about your day. who get so hard when you kiss their forehead and tell them you have to go shower. who don’t let you go and fuck you on the couch — deep, thoroughly, filled with love

pairing: david loki x f!reader

warnings: 18+ only, no minors please. language, smut, creampie, cockwarming, david gets horny from feeling loved.

SHARING IS CARING, REBLOG IF YOU LIKE IT

Parking your car in the driveway just behind David’s Crown Vic, you switch the alarm on as you make your way over the grassy pathway paved from David’s walking over time.

Despite the dull day you had, you smile at the butterflies that still flutter every time you’re about to see him. Using the spare key he had gifted you, you unlock the front door and step inside.

You take the liberty of making yourself at home by kicking your shoes off and walking further inside towards the kitchen, you set your bag on a chair and drape your coat over its’ back.

“Baby, that you?” he asks from the living room.

“Yeah, it’s me, honey” you reply walking over with a smile.

He leans back and manspreads against the couch after crouching over the files and documents all fanned out over his coffee table along with his gun holster and badge. You take in the sight of him, hair slicked back from his shower, dressed in a tight white tank that accentuates his muscles. He usually wears them under his button-ups, but you love it when he wears them in the house, paired with a pair of gray sweatpants.

“You look so tired, baby.”

“I am tired” he smiles reaching for your thighs to guide you closer and unspokenly invites you to sit on his welcoming lap.

You accept and lean against his broad solid figure, lazily draping one arm around his neck while your other hand rests against his chest.

“Too tired for me?” You smirk watching his eyes trail down your body to your crossed thighs.

“Never too tired for you, honey” he replies taking your knee and pulling it towards him to let you drape your leg over his as his other hands sits at your waist.

“I hope not” you chuckle and press your lips against his to properly say hello. “I missed you” you whisper.

“I missed you too, honey… Didn’t get to see you this morning.”

His eyes close as he nuzzles his nose into your neck, taking in the lingering scent of your sweet perfume as his palm glides up and down your thigh.

“I know. You spent the whole night on duty, so I figured we wouldn’t anyways. But we’re together now hm?”

“Yeah, honey. You’re right. How was your day, hm?” he questions lifting his head to admire the gentle details of your face.

He listens to you vent about your day, kneading your thigh as his other hand slowly rubs your back up and down. He listens thoroughly, making a comment here and there, asking questions as you go on, but the glimpses he takes down your shirt and at your thighs don’t go unnoticed by you.

They make you feel loved and desired although you decide not to call them out because you’re drinking him in just the same; eye roaming up and down his chest, fingers gently twirling the hairs that peek out from the top of his tank or delicately squeezing at his biceps as you mindlessly rub his strong arm.

“How about your day, baby?”

“I don’t wanna talk about my day, honey. Just…” he sighs closing his eyes.

You know how his job takes a toll on him. Being a detective means having to see and witness things that are generally hard to stomach, let alone forget. And, although he can never forget certain things he wishes he could, he’d rather treasure the moments you get to spend together because, not only are they too few, they help him shut the rest of the world out. These moments with you melt away all worries he carries as a detective and allows him to just be David, a loving and caring boyfriend.

“It’s ok, babe. You don’t have to,” you answer with a tender kiss to his forehead.

You let your kiss linger there for a moment as he groans contently, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you closer. You’re almost certain you could feel his dick hardening as your fingers comb through his damp hair.

You chuckle imagining how good and relaxed he must when you take care of him.

“Why don’t you put this stuff away then and order us a pizza? Or whatever you’re in the mood for? I’m gonna go shower.”

You move to try to stand up, but he shakes his head. His arms tighten around you and hold you in place.

“No, baby. Stay here with me. Wanna be with you” he pleads wrinkling his forehead as his brows pinch together. His hand rises from your waist and his palm rests against your cheek when his lips meet yours. “Missed you so much, honey. Feel so good when you’re with me.”

You smirk noting how his breathing hitches and his cock twitches when you kiss his forehead again.

Gently peppering his forehead with kisses, he exhales sharply clenching his jaw as he pulls your legs to fully straddle his lap. His hands greedily grope at your thighs, at your hips and at your ass, enjoying your body’s fullness through your stretchy leggings.

You pull your head back a bit, letting your fingers meet at the back of his head to continue their therapeutic scratching on his scalp.

“I haven’t even showered yet, babe” you whisper shyly concerned, fearing your natural scent might be slightly more noticeable.

“No, honey, no. You smell so good for me” he frowns with eyes closed and shakes his head. “Just wanna be with you right now.”

“Yeah?” you whisper letting him kiss on your neck as he grinds his hardened dick against your sex.

“Yeah, baby. Feel so good on me like this. Can you feel it?”

“Y-yeah” you answer breathlessly as you give in and grind your dampening pussy against his crotch. “I feel your cock, baby. Feels so nice and hard.”

“Yeah? You like how it feels like this?”

You nod licking your dry lips as you continue dry humping his clothed cock, whispering how you love his dick so much as it throbs in his sweatpants when his hands pull your leggings up to make your ass and mound more noticeable.

He groans gently biting at your collarbone as he relishes the friction your body provides. Panting softly, you move your hips faster as his hard dick rubs against your sensitive nub.

“Fuck, Dave. Right there… That feels so good.”

“Ride me, baby. Just like that. It’s ok, I got you.”

Lost in the intoxicating pleasure that is washing over you, he rests his forehead against yours watching your face contort as you chase your orgasm.

“Cum for me, baby girl. You can do it. Feels so good, right? You like it, don’t you?”

“Fucking love it” you whimper feeling it build in your core. “So close, Dave. F-Fuck!” you pant as his hands grip your hips to pull them closer. “Gonna-gonna cum!”

“That’s my baby girl. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

The pleasure snaps in your core as you moan and slowly still your hip to soothe yourself with slow thrusts against his dick.

Running his fingers up and down your obvious camel toe, he clenches his jaw realizing how wet your leggings are from the dry humping and your orgasm.

“Honey, can I rip these? Please? Please? I need to feel you.”

“But they’re new, babe. I just got them.”

“I’ll get you new ones, I promise. Promise you” he quietly begs with the softest voice. “I’ll get you a hundred if you let me rip these right now. I’m so fucking hard, it’s hurting.”

He might as well; you’re almost sure they’re ruined now from the slick that’s gushing out. 

The second you nod and approve, all eyes go straight to your crotch. You hold onto his knees as you angle your hips forward for him. David quickly gropes at the fabric, pulling it carefully away from your skin. Digging his finger into a small tear, he rips a hole into the middle of your leggings to expose your wet panties. 

"Hold them for me, honey" he asks, fumbling with his sweatpants to push them down enough to free his dick. 

You eagerly obey and pull your panties to the side to reveal your soaking cunt. With one hand on your hip, he pscoots you close as his other hand holds his cock to guide it against your folds. 

"Fucking..." he sighs closing his eyes as his head lulls back at the pleasure of your warmth against his cock. 

Taking advantage of the moment, you dip your head to kiss his neck but David's quick to capture your lips with his. He stills his kiss for a moment as he stares hungrily at you, letting his hands do the work of guiding his dick into your entrance. 

You smirk as you ease down slowly on his cock, watching how his mouth slowly opens into an O. The pained expression is purely based on the pleasure and self control he's got over himself to not cum right away. 

"Easy, baby. Easy." You remind him by pressing kisses to his forehead as you start to slowly move your hips. 

His hands squeeze at your hips and ass, so desperate to sink his fingers into your soft flesh. 

"Fuck, you're wet on my cock, honey. Can't hold back too long" he begs. 

"I got you, baby. It's ok" you pant riding his cock. 

You gently grip at his hair while his mouth mauls at your neck. The moans he elicits out of you are aphrodisiacal music that weave through his veins and make straight for his dick. 

He replaces your hand  with his, holding your panties to the side from behind with his hand resting against your ass. 

"Tell me you love me" he pleads, shutting his eyes hard as he feels his orgasm building. 

"I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much. Love every single bit of you" you pant heavily rocking your hips roughly against his. 

"God, don't stop, honey. Don't stop!"

I love you's spill from your mouth as you chase his release until you feel his broad  body tense under your arms that hug him, filling you with hot white cum. Noting the way he stills your hip from the sensitivity, you pause long enough to let him calm down and slowly regain your movements to help soothe him. 

Lifting his head, he kisses you, letting his tongue invade your mouth hungrily as his arms lock around your waist like a belt to hold your pussy on his bottoming out dick. 

"God, I fucking love you too."

Detective Loki cares so much...

Prisoners (2013)

Your writing gives me a visceral reaction. However, who divorces Detective Loki??! Who?! What a stupid bitch. (Sorry, but c'mon, she made a poor decision.) Smh.

Love the angst though! ❤️

Lol I'm overprotective of David a wee bit!

He definitely needs intense comforting now...

i wanna love you but i don’t know how.

w; jealous reader (wooo!), cringy flirting, david gets cocky (as he should), smidge of angst (?), title from a sleeping at last song!

special special tag!; @charliehoennam — here’s our (ex) husband debut again!!! thank you again for all the kind words you’ve given me. i’ll forever be thankful for them! <3

“phoebe is doing super well in reading,” the woman behind the desk smiles - she were bright red lip stick and pretty skirts with pretty silk blouses with a perfect blow out twenty-four-seven, she screams a language teacher. her name is ms.bridgers.

you’d dressed up a bit more than usual (what? you can do that), hair fluffed and curled, makeup — perfection.

david is secretly wondering why you’d decided to dress up the way you did, yet, he’s not complaining. he thinks you look pretty either way.

“but…she’s been a bit—” ms.bridges huffs quietly, thinking to herself for the right word to describe the young girl. “quiet? distant from her peers. is there any reason why that might be?”

your eyes dart over to david and you shift in the desk that’s meant for a child, legs scrunched together in a painful way. “david and i recent got a divorce. she’s trying to adjust to her new schedule is all.”

“oh!” ms.bridgers frowns, brown eyes that favored honey quickly looks towards your husband.

ex.

ex husband.

your fingers clench the strap of your purse tightly under the desk.

“i’m so sorry. that must be awful for you both.” she’s putting on a good façade, as if she truly cares, but you can see through it. david is, and will always be, a handsome man — a detective, who’s good with kids, and looks nice in a button up, what more could anyone want?

“hm, i bet,” you answer shortly. the tone of your voice has david quickly looking your way. “is that all you wanted, ms.bridgers? because if so, you could’ve easily had this meeting over a short phone call.”

david says your name but you ignore him — you’re not entirely sure why the thought of some other woman, who clearly is showing interest, bothers you.

it just does.

her brows lift slightly. “that’s all,” she nods. “mr.loki, i should get your number. just in case she can’t speak at the moment.”

“he’s busy most of the time at work,” you answer quickly as you stand from the seat. “you can call me if you need to speak about phoebe and i’ll talk to him about it if needed. thank you.”

your walking out of the door and down the hallway in no time, leaving david to scramble and grab his coat quickly, stopping by her desk and writing down a number before quickly jogging out.

once outside, the bitter wind causes his cheeks to immediately flush. “hey! what was all that back there?”

you ignore him, angrily jabbing your keys into the lock and twisting it as your jaw clenches. a hand meets your bicep. “i’m talking to you.”

“she was clearly flirting with you!”

his brows pinch together with confusion. “what? why would that matter to you anyway if she was?”

“why would it— it’s been only a year. the divorce is still…relatively fresh.”

david doesn’t believe that’s the reasoning one bit. “you’re lying, i can always tell when you’re lying. your head twitches slightly,” your eyes glance down at his hand that still holds your bicep before quickly looking back at him. his hand drops. “is that the only reason?”

“what other reason would there be, david? hm?” your tone is biting, mean. your brows jerk up slightly and your eyes burn as the gloss over. “i don’t feel like arguing with you — that only makes me feel like i’m talking to a brick wall because you never—"

“listen. i know, i never listen to you. you’ve told me that before,” his phone starts to ring in his pocket and he’s pulling it out with a sigh. “it’s work. i need—”

“of course. go ahead. i’m done talking to you now,” yanking your door open, you glance back at him once more and his heart clenches at the look on your face - angry, broken, and sad. “goodbye, david.”

he flinches when you slam the door once you slip in. he watches as your hand lifts and quickly wipes your cheek. your eyes quickly glance at him once your car starts, only to quickly look away as you back out of the parking lot.

he sighs and walks towards his car, slipping inside and slamming his own door. he starts the car and lets his hands fall to the wheel.

his eyes slowly close before his left hand drags heavily against his face, letting his fingers pass over his jaw.

your right - the divorce is new. still fresh.

still hurts. and he doesn’t know when it’s going to stop hurting - if it ever does.

Mmhmmm...

No such thing as too much Det. Loki fic!

Hi 👋🏼

Do you write for detective Loki?

I have not before but I will absolutely try! I have watched prisoners and I loved his character so much

Detective David Loki is a god. Holy shit he's fucking perfect.

DAVID LOKI | PRISONERS (2013) | dir. DENIS VILLENEUVE