#karhubrown

𝘚七𝐞ᴠ𝐞 𝘙𝞪ᥰ𝒅⍳𝐞 𝙁⍳ປ𝖿𝖿Ɏ ӊ𝐞𝞪𝒅𝗰𝞪ᥰᥰ𝙤ᥰꗟ

Warnings: none

𖥞 Alwaysssss has to have his hands on you. He is quite playful about it and doesn’t mind if you mind.

𖥞 Leading off this, he pretends to be cold, which you know is a lie since he runs extremely hot, just to put his hands up your shirt, not in a sexual was per-say, though it’s Steve so if course it’s sexual, but he also just lovesss to touch you.

𖥞 Engraves your initials into his lighter. He even traced it with pencil before engraving it instead of just free handing it. Which makes it clear he put a lot of thought into it, knowing him.

𖥞 Doesn’t let you put his feet on the dash board, will swat at them and lift them to lay in his lap since they are bench seats. He takes serious care of his cars, and also knows having your feet up is dangerous.

𖥞 Since he’s got an ok amount of money from working part time, he usually saves up to go to the local rodeo with you every couple weeks, it’s not the rodeo entrance fee that’s expensive, it’s the vendor food that’s a little more pricey, and he knows you well enough to know that you’ll get hungry so he has to save up a few left over bills from tips and his dad.

𖥞 Calls you “Missy” sometimes. He knows exactly when the right sentence is to say it. He won’t say it when scolding you or introducing you, or even to tease you. He thinks it’s kind of out there and doesn’t even know if you like it, only calls you it when he’s tired usually or when you’re upset.

𝚂.ᗯ 𝚲𝑛𝑔ຣ𝚝ʏ ħ℮𝐚Ꮷ𝙲𝐚𝑛𝑛𝜊𝑛ຣ

warnings: weed, hyper sexuality, mentions of porn, father issues, grief, abuse, manipulation.

𓁺Went by Sam Williams instead of Sam Winchester in college. His father had drilled into his head that everyone is always watching and that he was the only person that could protect him. He became very paranoid in college.

𓁺Lied to Dean about the time he tried weed in college. He didn’t just try it once; he was damn near addicted to it. Later, he found out weed and demon blood had some similarities.

𓁺Is hypersexual after all his Sex Abuse he’s gone through over the years (Lucifer). Doesn’t do anything about it with women, and no one knows because he’s much better at hiding the porn and such due to how disgusted with himself he is.

𓁺His wife didn’t even know Dean’s name until two years after dating. Sam couldn’t say his name out loud for years.

𓁺Wishes he had the connection that Dean had with children. He knew it was only because Dean had to raise him and regrets not noticing as a child and taking care of his older brother more.

𓁺Didn’t know his mother’s name until he could read and saw it in his father’s journal. His father had never said her name, which was where he got his grieving style as stated already. Got backhanded when he asked who Mary was. Told his teacher he fell even though it was an obvious handprint. They had to leave town early so the cops wouldn’t come to the motel.

𝘈Ոߋ𝑡𝘩ᥱ𝛤 ႺᥱՈᥱ𝛤𝛼𝑡𝘪ߋՈ

Steve Randle

ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃᵘ

warnings:Use of Y/N, bickering pet names.

summery: Steve tries to impress his dad’s best friends daughter while she helps her old man work on a car.

It was almost sun down as Y/N wiped her hands with a rag her dad had handed to her. They hadn’t been out very long, both of them in front of her sister’s car on the curb in front of their house. The task today was to change the battery of the car. They started late in the day due to the hours her father worked in the early fall. It was the perfect season. School had just started, the air was light but not hot, and the days were slowly getting shorter. The peace and quiet was soon disturbed by a loud pickup. Steve Randle’s sleek white pickup drove past. It had shiny silver rims, presumably illegal dark tint. It was an older pickup, a ‘97 Chevy Silverado, which she knew because her dad liked it a lot. The noise distracted her. She liked loud cars like that. She grumbled as she tried to stick her hand in a tight spot to get out the battery in an attempt to distract herself.

Steve grinned as he saw Y/N turned to look. He did this often. Drive too fast, be too loud just so she would look. She intrigued Steve; she always would help her father out with vehicles, usually to help him loosen bolts in crannies he couldn’t reach. He drove past a few more times, this time with his window rolled down and intentionally revving his engine. She had dropped her tool one of the times he did this, playing it off as the loud noise had just scared her.

Her father, Clay, knew her all too well, chuckling at her reaction. “That boy is so much like his father,” he shook his head, “Always tryin to get girls’ attention.” Her and his dad had been friends since middle school, their friendship so deep they lived on the same block after all these years. They had weekly check-ins every Friday, which happened to be today, so the next time Steve had driven past, he saw his dad and hers chatting, which led him to pull his car over to the curb in front of the one they were working on.

Steve’s father chuckled as Steve got out of his pickup, patting him on the back. “Clay here was just tellin me about how much you love to drive by his house.” His father said, looking to make sure Y/N wasn’t paying attention. “Ain’t got nothing to do with his daughter, does it?” He grinned, teasing him. Neither his dad, named Lucas, nor Clay minded the obvious attraction between the two teenagers. Who in the world would they prefer their kid date than their best friend’s kid? Steve grinned at the question. “No, sir.” He lied. His father knew he was lying and just laughed, shoving him on the back in Joslyn’s direction.

“You need any help, Angel?” Steve said teasingly, leaning his back against the bumper of the open-hooded car on the right of her. “Angel?” She scoffed, not even looking at him, making Steve’s grin widen slightly. “I don’t need nothin from you, Randle.” Steve playfully rolled his eyes. “You sure looked like you needed something from me when you were watching my pickup.” He said, looking at her hands working before up at her face again. “You were speeding. What if you hit a cat or something?” Her eyebrows furrowed with fake annoyance. “I use my eyes.” His response made her scoff, walking over to both their fathers as she mumbled about how stupid he was.

Steve, of course, followed close behind her. Their fathers were talking about the similarities between them and their children. Steve looked almost identical to his father; they had the same shit-eating grin. He also was a flirtatious little shit like his father was, which Steve denied. Joslyn had her father’s temper. Every emotion she felt was hidden with anger, which Steve could tell very clearly just by their single conversation of the day. “Ya know, hun, opposites attract.” Clay teased his daughter, poking at her ribs. “You ain’t only like me; you’re like Steve’s mother too. Lucas damn near married the girl version of me.” Joslyn scoffed, looking at Steve as he grinned at her unapologetically. “Yeah, whatever, old man.” Lucas went on to say that it took some time to break down her walls, took hundreds of compliments and persistence. Steve took notes. She let Lucas talk before looking at her father. “I need help with the battery.” She mumbled. “You mean the battery you told me you didn’t need help with?” Steve said, ease-dropping. “Go let Steve help you.” Was her dad’s reply as he popped open another drink. Y/N groaned before walking back over with Steve.

“What would it take for you to go to the dingo with me?” He said suddenly as he helped her with a particularly tight bolt. She sighed. “I don’t know.” Steve looked down at her. “You like me, Angel, I know it. Your eyes give it away.” She stared at him a long time. She didn’t want him to use this against her. “That’s just what you choose to think.” She said, but she knew she didn’t mean it; he knew too. “C’mon seriously, what would it take? Gimme something.” Steve grinned. She glanced over at his pickup, giving herself away. “You wanna look at it? I’ll give you a ride…if you let me count it as a first date.” He grinned, stepping closer. Her eyes narrowed as she thought for a moment. “Fine.”

𝘊ߋ𝘯𝘷eґ⳽ĭߋ𝘯

Donnie Darko

new tense so I don’t use Y/N hopefully, be nice I’m a new writer.

I genuinely just can’t put smut into the right words this is so ass and corny.

Warnings: Religion kink, stalking, corruption kink, marijuana usage, peer-pressure, intoxication kink, praise, pet names (baby, girly) fingering but no PinV, edging.

Summary: Donnie is a creep and decides to make you forget about your religion (implied as christianity)

Donnie didn’t like to think about religion, and he wished other people didn’t either; that they would just move on with their lives. Unfortunately, Donnie doesn’t always get what he wants, and that’s why your faith existed. Donnie thought it was ridiculous how much religion seemed to take up space in your mind. He sat next to you in English class, and the first thing he noticed, on the first day, was that you wrote Bible verses on the top of your papers. Every single one. He would get so upset about this that he thought about it constantly. You and your rosary, your sleek Mary Janes, your modest skirts, and soft sweaters. It would be so perfect if he could just make you forget about religion. So he conspired a plan…

Even before this plan, he would watch her. He would follow her home, every Friday, he would tell his parents that was the day he went out with friends or something, and he would tell himself it was only to make sure that you got home safe, that no creep would be watching you. He didn’t want to admit he was the creep. After he came up with the plan, however, things amplified. He would bike past your house on weekends, ask around to know where you were going after school, “casually” run into you at the supermarket, little things he made sure you didn’t notice.

After deciding he knew enough things about you, he made an actual move. “Hey, uhm I was wondering if you maybe would want to hang out sometime? Like I could come over and we could watch a movie?” He whispered to you one day in English. Truth be told, you could never say no to Donnie, he was always so kind to you, and looked out for you without asking…in more ways than you had known. But he would always tell you the date, remind you when projects were due, or whisper you the answer when you got called on. Letting him come over was the least you could do, especially when he was cute, you didn’t mind his company. “Yeah, I can ask my parents but they might not-“ Donnie accidentally cut you off. “Oh it’s okay I can just come through your window, it’s not like we’ll do anything wrong, I’ll bring over the DVD…8 o’clock okay?” You blinked, you didn’t expect Donnie to be so willing to do something without permission, sure you knew he had gotten into trouble before but not because he was a bad student, he simply just got very carried away in debates. “Yeah…yeah that’s okay I guess.” You didn’t even think to tell him which window in your house led to your room, not that you needed to, he already knew that.

So that night after explaining to your parents why you were bringing the DVD player to your room, something about trying to get into movies and promising to bring it back in the morning, and after unconsciously cleaning your room and wearing your prettiest pajamas, Donnie knocked on your window. He smiled as he threw his leg over and climbed in, a tote bag falling shortly behind him. The first thing he did was take his shoes off, not wanting to leave any tracks for your parents to find. “Brought a couple options for movies…and other things.” He sighed, slightly out of breath from riding his bike quickly and climbed up to your window. “Does your door have a lock on it?” He said, finally looking up at you. “Uhm yeah but I can only use it when I’m changing.” Donnie hummed, walking over and locking your door. When he turned around, he smiled at you. “You’re going to be changing for a while.” He joked. You giggled, informing them that they go to bed around this time anyway because of work.

Donnie laid out the DVDs on the edge of your bed. While you were deciding which one, he looked around your room. He had only ever seen it through the window and all he knew was that you had a purple accent wall. He saw the crucifix above your bed that reminded him of why he was here in the first place. To make you forget, so far he thought his plan had been smooth and discreet. He moved over to your nightstand, discreetly putting your bible in your drawer as you were distracted with putting the movie in the player.

Eventually, after about 20 minutes into the movie, Donnie pulls out a joint from his pocket. “You trust me, girly?” Donnie grinned at you. Your heart sank, subconsciously looking up at your crucifix above the bed. This irritated Donnie. “I promise you’ll like it…hey, if God made it, why can’t you have it, right? It’s from a plant.” He smiled reassuringly, his thumb moving up and down your knee. She thought for a moment, biting her lip, God had made it…“Yeah…I guess you’re right. I’ll try it.” You mumbled, watching him light the joint and sweetly whispering for you to open the window so your parents don’t smell it. “Here, I’ll show you how to do it first.” Donnie said, putting the joint to his mouth, inhaling. “Don’t inhale as long as I did. It might make ya cough.” He said as he watched you copy his movements, trying to focus on the movie and not his watchful eyes. Donnie was banking on this joint making you 1) more willing and 2) make you horny. He knew damn well you were a pent-up virgin. You just didn’t let it show. He was hoping the joint would fix that.

You got the hang of it quickly, coughing only a few times, which was met with Donnie rubbing your back. Soon you got distracted watching the movie and smoking the joint, you didn’t even notice that he hadn’t reached for it, that he was completely sober while you had continued to smoke the whole joint. Donnie grinned as he watched you blink a little slower, take deeper breaths. He rubbed your back reassuringly, gently pushing you to lie down on the bed. “You feeling okay, baby?” You nodded, slowly feeling the uncomfortable heat grow in your underwear. Donnie had you right where he wanted you, he could tell by your reddened cheeks and dilated eyes. “Do you like it?” Donnie said, scooting a bit closer, feeling a bit bolder now that you couldn’t stop him, that you wouldn’t stop him. “Yeah….” you sighed. “Feels funny though.” Donnie put on a faux face of worry. “Yeah? Feels funny where? Here?” He said gently cupping your stomach. “No…” You mumbled. Donnie hummed, his hand trailing down. “How ‘bout here?” He said cupping your clothed crotch. You nodded, blushing, all of the worries of what God would think if he knew how horny you were every night out the window as someone finally did something about it for you.

“Well…Do you think God would want you to feel funny? Or do you think maybe I should do something about it, girly?” He whispered, watching as your eyes fluttered as you nodded your head. A thought appeared into your head just as you nodded “But…but the Bible says no sex.” Your voice was small, whiney, you tried to sit back up but Donnie only pushed you back down. “Oh, don’t worry, baby, we won’t have sex…this doesn’t count.”

Slowly, Donnie pulled down your sleep shorts and cotton panties together, watching you squirm at the temperature change against your core. “Have you ever put your fingers in here, baby?” He whispered, circling her entrance with his middle finger. “No…I thought it was a sin.” Donnie held back the urge to roll his eyes. “Don’t you worry about sins right now, baby. Focus on me. I’m real. I’m here.” Before you could reply and say something about how God was real too, he slipped a finger inside you, your breath hitching at the new sensation. He moved his finger around slightly, making sure that it didn’t cause you pain, before adding another one.

Your head fell back, and Donnie grinned. “What was that, girly? Were you trying to say something?” You were…that thing about how God was real, but you had already forgotten, shaking your head. It felt wonderful not to think about your sins, your guilt, your entrance to heaven. This felt so much better; it felt real and much better than purity. Donnie crooked his finger to find your wet spongey spot, before quickly reaching over with his other hand to cover your mouth when you cried out. “If your parents find out, we can never do this again. Is that what you want?” You shook your head. “Didn’t think so.” He said before moving his fingers faster inside you. He could feel your wetness get worse, as well as you bucking your hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

Donnie got more aggressive and pent up by watching her. “Say he’s not real.” Donnie demanded as you got closer. “Say it or I stop.” Your mind, even though fuzzy with weed, didn’t believe him. You still didn’t want to turn from your faith completely, so he stopped. This time you covered your own mouth as you whined. You proved to him to be a quick learner when he was a little bit harsher. “Say it or I’m leaving.” He said through gritted teeth, roughly pinching your clit. “He’s not real!” You whined. “You’re real and he’s not…” He grinned, plunging his fingers in and thrusting them at an ungodly space to the point where your body felt numb and sensitive at the same time. “Good fucking girl…gonna make you forget all about him…and all the people who lied to you.”

After about an hour of non-stop edging at such a fast speed, your brain was mush, your only thoughts about when this would end. Donnie’s plan had worked, incredibly well. Every time he stopped, you would say the same things. “No, please, Donnie!” “He’s not real! I know that, please!” Finally, Donnie got to the final test. “Who are you talking about, girly? Who’s ‘he’?” Donnie asked, tilting his head, slowly rubbing your clit. You passed that test with flying colors, blinking dumbly as you tried to think. “I…uhm…I don’t remember…’m sorry, Donnie.” Donnie groaned loudly at that before shoving his fingers back inside you. Because of all the edging, you got closer to orgasm fast. This time, Donnie didn’t stop you, watching your head tilt back and stare at your crucifix as you came for the first time ever. Donnie was sure you didn’t even know what the damn thing meant right now.

⍵੦𝛤ᶄĺƞ𝗴 𝚆ĺȶ𝚑 Ḏ𝞉٧ĺᏧ ᒫ੦ᶄĺ ⴼ已𝞉Ꮷင𝞉ƞƞ੦ƞ𝙎

crushing!gn!reader x crushing!David Loki

warings: mentions of injury by knife.

⌕When he first started to work with you, he was very professional and awkward. A tight lip smiled after you said a joke. It wasn’t that he didn’t find you funny; he just didn’t laugh easily.

⌕Surprisingly, he didn’t underestimate you, which was the first clue to you that he didn’t dislike you. He gave you the same amount of work as he did, sometimes even more than himself when he felt sick. You noticed this about a month into working with him. He didn’t question if you could handle it or not; he just gave it to you and expected you to say something if it was too hard for you. You talked a lot; he knew you would say something.

⌕You were the only person to visit him in the hospital while he was awake. He had noticed that after an intense case, everyone seemed more on edge around him, except you. You rambled on about what was happening at work and how the victims were doing. And when he asked where everyone was, you didn’t have the heart to tell him they were nervous around him now, and said that you didn’t know, but they had visited. Even though you knew it wouldn’t hurt his feelings, it hurt yours.

“𝖮𝗁， 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗉！ 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎－ 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖬𝗂－“

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽？ 𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾？”

“…𝖮𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁！ 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌…”

⌕David grew a soft spot for you the first time you were injured on a case. It wasn’t bad, a knife cut along her forearm, it wasn’t even that deep, but he was beyond anxious you would bleed out or something from how long the cut was. He didn’t run after the suspect when it happened, even though you were screaming at him to catch him and even tried to run after him yourself. He caught you and tried to force you into the car, but eventually with enough resilience, she got away and got close enough to him to tase the suspect. Later he apologized for being irrational about the situation.

“𝖨…𝗎𝗁𝗆…𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄， 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽．”

⌕David wasn’t dumb. He had suspicions you liked him more than just as a friend when he gave you a cookie for Valentine’s Day (nervously and begrudgingly), and you blushed like a teenager. He acted super nonchalant about it, shrugging his shoulders as he gave it to you, saying it was from a coupon and he didn’t really enjoy sugar cookies. He was lying. He spent 10 minutes picking out the frosting design and flavor for you.

⌕He started doing little things you didn’t notice, making sure to park away from puddles on your side, opening doors for you. He didn’t pay for dinner whenever they went together on lunch; they always split, but he always did insist on tipping the waitress out of his pocket instead of splitting the tipping. It’s not like he didn’t want to pay for you; he just didn’t want you to know about his romantic interest in you.

⌕He caught you staring at him often, your guys’ desks right next to her due to being partners. You once shrugged it off as needing the paperwork he was looking at, even though he always printed an extra copy for you. He didn’t mention the loophole to your lie, simply handing his to you and taking the copy on your desk while staring at you. One of his more bolder moves he felt was appropriate to do.

Ɽ𝛂𝖈𝑖𝔫𝚐 ┳ᴉcⲔ𝖾𝑡𐒖

female!reader x Sam Winchester

Warnings: Drinking, 1 use of Y/N, wing man Dean Winchester of course (not a warning but I wanted to mention it)

Summary: Dean convinces Sam to go to a small town race, and takes an interest in reader.

It was one of those rainy, humid days. The kind where you’re sweaty and cold. You were the racing tickets worker for the small county races that were fairly cheap. All you had to do was mark down how many came and stamp their hand. It was an easy job, the only problem? You had to stay there the whole night just in case someone wanted to watch the races 5 minutes before they ended. It was a little ridiculous and the food you had to eat was definitely not the healthiest option, but it gave you an easy $55 just by sitting there; it would be stupid not to do.

Sam and Dean were taking a joy ride. They were in the area of the races, and Dean had pleaded to go. Sam didn’t even know that Dean liked the races, but they had a long drive till Bobby’s house, so he enjoyed the thought of a day off the road and agreed.

After paying for the tickets and grabbing some popcorn, they made their way to give the worker, you, their tickets. Dean hadn’t really looked at you too hard, more focused on the bar that was to the left of where you were. Sam, however, noticed how bored you seemed, how you smiled weakly at them. When neither of them gave you their hands to be stamped, neither of them had been here before. You gently grabbed Sam’s hand, stamping him with the county race logo. “First time here?” You asked, holding back a smile before stamping Dean’s hand. He was pretty handsome, you thought, extremely tall, especially since you were sitting down. Yeah…yeah, we’re on a road trip. We thought we should check it out…are they any good?” Sam asked, intrigued. You were a pretty girl, definitely a few years younger than him, but not enough to concern him about his attraction. You dressed pretty differently from others that usually lived in a small town. Your eyes seemed to glow, even though you looked rather cranky. “I think so.” You shrugged. “Also, they are the only races I’ve seen.” You eyed his hair that framed his face, longer than his brothers’, it seemed. Everything about him was bigger or longer than his brother’s. His shoes, his jackets, his eyes. Sam nodded once, smiling, before heading to go find a seat with his brother.

Sam had soon realized that this series of races was going to last at least till 11 p.m., a true bang for your buck. He listened to Dean laugh at a crash that had happened or which race car he wanted to win. Mostly he had forgotten about you, until he and Dean went to that bar at about 9 to have a couple of drinks, noticing you were still sitting there, doing nothing. After getting his beer, he headed over to you.

“How long do they make you stay here?” Sam tilted his head. He felt so stupid trying to make small talk, shifting back and forth subtly. You didn’t seem to mind though, and he eased up. You sighed, looking up at him from the ground. “All night. Every time I do it, I ‘member how much it sucks towards the end.” Sam chuckled. “Yeah, but they ain’t too strict with you, are they? You can go on your phone and such.” You nodded. “Yeah, just can’t leave.” Their conversation was cut short by Dean asking if he wanted to buy a few cans so they didn’t have to come back. After that, Sam walked away, mildly embarrassed and hoping the pretty girl didn’t think he was some alcoholic or something.

While in intermission, Sam turns to Dean. “You know that ticket girl? You think she’d go out with me?” Sam’s leg is bouncing anxiously as Dean chuckles. “What, like a hook-up or something? I’m not staying in town long enough for a month-long relationship.” Dean jokes. “We pass by this town every time we go to Bobby’s…I think it could work.” Sam shrugged, trying not to seem embarrassed. Dean sighs. “I mean, sure, man, she was looking at you more than me.” Sam turned back to Dean. “You saw that too? I knew I wasn’t crazy!” Dean hushed him, patting his younger brother’s knee. “I think you’re a little drunk, Sammy.” Sam was a happy drunk, a little louder, a little bolder. He decided that he really didn’t want to embarrass himself or come on too strong to a girl he just met. “Maybe I should wait till next time to talk to her….Can we come back next week?” Sam asked, perked up like a child. “Fine, Sammy, if we aren’t busy.”

When passing time, you often thought about the faces you saw while working. You smiled softly at the thought of Sam, whom you didn’t know the name of yet, coming back to talk to you. He seemed so sweet, a refreshment from all the other sleazy guys that seemed to hit on you or mess with you. You were slightly bummed that the conversation had been cut short by his, whom you assumed to be older, brother. While everyone was leaving that night, your eyes scanned for the two brothers.

As Sam left the stands to the exit, he straightened his posture as you walked up to him, seemingly ready to clock out. He tried to act sober as best he could. “Hey…I never got your name,” you said. You didn’t seem nervous, but also he was drunk, so what did he know? Your heart was damn near to your feet. “M Sam…uh Winchester…My brother, his name’s Dean.” He said, patting Dean on the back. Yeah, great move, Sam, totally sober. You smiled anyway as he stumbled slightly. “Nice to meet you, Sam…I’m Y/N.” Dean cleared his throat, giving him a look. Sam took the hint. “Uhh… Can I have your number? I pass by here often going to my old man’s house. We could talk when I’m more…coherent.” You smiled, grabbing the pen you keep at your station, as well as his left hand, the one you had stamped. You wrote your number right under the stamp, as well as a small heart. “Make sure to call me,” you smiled before walking into the concession stand building to clock out. Sam practically skipped to the Impala and wouldn’t drunkenly shut up about how pretty you were.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

David Loki Smut

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based on this HC thing I wrote earlier today ^~^

Warnings: Car sex, selfish!Detective Loki, use of Y/N, dumbification, misogyny if you squint, use of pet name (sweetie, pretty), degrading, praise, finger sucking, clit rubbing, fingering, groping, perv!Detective Loki, mentions of Brat!reader and Spoiled!reader, PinV, unprotected intercourse, pulling out, so actually just all the warnings idk anymore.

this is my first time writing a complete fic like this so forgive me and tell me how to improve!!

David Loki did not like doing traffic duty. He was a detective, for fuck’s sake, why would the world subject him to police work? It was a punishment, surely, for talking back to his boss yesterday. “God, what a prick,” Loki said out loud; he always did shit like this…He was a lot like his boss when he thought about it too long. He stayed in deep thought until a car drove by, a silver Impala, obviously a newer driver, going 80 in a 55. He groaned and turned on his lights, pulling the car over. He hated this.

Y/N hated following the rules as much as she hated getting in trouble. Her parents called her a brat and lazy, and maybe she was, getting her license so late in age. But she had failed a total of 5 times and she wasn’t going to allow something to already go on her record. She would be a fool not to do what every other woman would do: pout and pray, but she was scared, practically shaking as she rolled down her window, arguing with herself if she should try to get out of this or not.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” David sighed. He sounded bored, barely even looking at the poor girl. “Uhm, probably…yes.” Her voice wasn’t shaking, but Loki could tell she was nervous, wasn’t confident in her answers. “This road has some sharp turns, ma’am. Your speed was not acceptable nor safe.” He grumbled. “I’m going to need your license and registration.” As she handed him the required documents, her lip quivered. “Uhm, look, officer. I really can’t afford a ticket at the moment. I just got this car…and my license…look, I just wanted to see how fast it could go.” She said, her voice was whiney, annoying Loki to the point he hummed and walked back to his vehicle to run through her license.

Loki thought long in his cruiser about her appearance: her pouty lip and big eyes. He could make her do anything at the moment. He could turn off his body cam on accident and asked her to step out, showing him how much she really didn’t want a ticket. Her license said she was 18, a new license. “Dumb little thing,” he murmured out loud as he read. Against his better judgment, he positioned himself so his body cam would fall off from its place and pretended not to notice, walking back with her documents and no ticket.

Y/N drummed her fingers on her wheel as Loki walked back over to her vehicle. “Here’s your license back, ma’am.” Loki could see she took off her coat, some piss-poor attempt to show cleavage. “How bad do you not want a ticket?” he said, keeping a straight face. He saw the realization that him being able to see the top of her tits wouldn’t be enough. “My parents make good money.” She tried, but Loki scoffed. “Try again.” Was all he said, trying to lead her to the right answer, when she didn’t say anything, he rolled his eyes. “Step out of the vehicle for me, sweetie.” She listened, hoping it wouldn’t take long due to her stupid decision to take off her jacket.

“Hey, I get it, new driver, you’re a little scared of me, yeah? I ain’t gonna hurt a dumb thing like you,” he practically cooed. Dumb? She thought, she should have said something about the insult, probably anything but she really didn’t want this ticket. “Just tell me what you want me to do.” She mumbled, hugging herself in the cold. People were driving by, she felt humiliated. “Why don’t we think of something you want to do…and step into your backseat for a little while?” She huffed at him. “I don’t want to think of something, just tell me what you want.” She crossed her arms. David looked at her sternly. “Get in the back then, brat.”

In the back, Joslyn breathed heavily as she watched Loki take off his police vest. He hated wearing it. He wasn’t a goddamn cop. “Officer-“ she started, as if she read his mind and wanted to piss him off. “I’m not a fucking cop. 𝖣𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾. Call me David.” David suddenly put two of his fingers in her mouth, causing her to gag. He hushed her. After a few moments, she sucked on his fingers. Loki’s other hand came up to hold the back of her head, not letting her pull off. Joslyn’s mind felt slippery, not resisting him even a tiny bit. She probably couldn’t even tell him her name, not that she needed to. He saw her license. “Mmmm.” She hummed before gagging again, causing her to hold onto his forearm. “Oh, I was right about you. You sink like a dumb fucking bunny.” David chuckled. “You gonna let me fuck you? Now that you got that look?” “Mmm-mhm.” She gurgled. She barely understood him, but felt him unbutton her pants like he had all the time in the world. His other hand petting her hair like she was some doll. The look David was talking about was almost indescribable. You wouldn’t find it in some random sweaty porno…no, the look was too innocent and trusting. But in a way, it was the same. Her eyes fluttering with need, the fog in her mind, that part was porno-like.

After she had stripped in the tight space of the car, David traced his middle finger up and down her heat, on the back of his heels, watching. It was humiliating being bare while the detective was still fully clothed. She squirmed non-stop, but he didn’t lay any mind, not yet. This comfortable position of his was only achieved by the uncomfortable position of her, practically a small ball with its legs spread. She was thankful, however, that the passenger side seat was slid decently far up due to never being used since she’d had it. The thought disappeared as David’s finger slowly traced her clit. “Makin’ a mess in your new car, Sweetie.” He murmured, not looking up to her face. Slowly his finger entered her, a whine escaping her. It wasn’t high-pitched and annoying like she was when she was begging out of that ticket. It was smooth and ego-boosting. “Seems like you like everything I do to you with my fingers, huh?” He grinned. “Huh?” He said a little louder when she didn’t give a response, that caused her to try and listen, nodding.

He noticed her nipples were still hard from standing outside and made a sound of excitement, removing his fingers from her, causing a whine, one he didn’t like. He rolled his eyes. She owed him; he could do whatever she wanted. Both his hands palmed her breast, which seemed to make her shut up. “Bigger than they look.” He murmured, leaning back more and slightly tilting his head just barely to look at her tits side profile. “When are you going to take off your clothes?” She asked, her voice more breathy and sweet than David remembered. “Right now, hold out on me, Sweetie.” Was his reply as he pulled off his shirt.

As David entered her, he groaned, murmuring a multitude of praises and dirty talk. “Oh, so, so tight, sweetie…fucking knew it.” Y/N couldn’t even think, trying to grab onto something, deciding to grab onto the forearm of the hand that was still groping her breast. “Oh, look at your pretty little mind go blank, that good, huh? I know, sweetie, I know.” She whined loudly as he moved, slow at first before gradually getting fast and more confident in his thrusts. The good whine he liked. David covered her mouth harshly after she got too loud. He knew he wasn’t super huge, but she sure acted like it. Must not get out much, he thought to himself.

Even with his hand over her mouth, she was getting too loud, so he shoved his fingers back in her mouth, which shut her up quickly. “God, you’re so fucking easy… Stupid thing bet you can’t even tell me what kind of car this is… All Daddy’s money, ain’t it?” She moaned in response, not listening to a word he was saying as his tip hit that delicious spot in her, her hips moving up and down with him. David wasn’t having this, bending her more so her knees were on either side of her face, pressing down hard on the back of her thighs to keep her still. “Jesus Christ, Pretty, can feel you’re already close… tell me how good it is. Tell me if you even want to think about cumming.” David was getting close too, but he’d be dammed if he came before her, his ego wouldn’t allow that. “mmph ‘s good Detective-uh real good please don’t stop pft- wanna ugggh cum” She babbled. God, what an idiot, Loki thought, fucking into her deeper as he felt her get closer. “Go ahead then, ain’t gonna stop you, Pretty” That was all it took before she released, practically brain dead. David groaned as he fucked her so fast he was getting a little light-headed, barely pulling out in time to spill into his hand.

ꜱᴇʟꜰɪꜱʜ!ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴋɪ

warnings:nsfw,profanity !you are responsible for what you read!

mentions:praise, reciving head, age gap(not mentioned as illegal), Agoraphilia/exhibitionism, pornography, fingering．

could be slightly out of character 🙃

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡!𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨...doesn’t have sex very often, isn’t super experienced with what women like, just assumes they like what he likes. usually he’s right.

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡!𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨...expects women to take time for him to learn what he likes, sometimes even will tell them on the first date and expects them to remember.

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡!𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨...is huge on praising women, not because he thinks that they would simply enjoy encouragement, but because he knows that if he says he likes it, they will keep going. He likes to know that he doesn’t even have to say what to do.

“𝗎𝗁 𝗁𝗎𝗁，𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍...𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈...𝗆𝗁𝗆“

“𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖾...𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍，𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗍“

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡!𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨...will only do what his fling of the night wants if she sucks him off first, and that’s a maybe. Usually it would only be an option if it’s a reoccurring fling, or he likes how she sounds when in pleasure.

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡!𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨...has a fantasy about pulling a young woman over, 6 or so years younger than him, and her begging to be let out of a speeding ticket, that she has no money and is very sorry. She lets him fuck her however he wants on that highway, covering her mouth because she moans just how he likes it, but decides it sounds better muffled. Sometimes the fantasy ends with still writing her a ticket, just because he likes her to know she won’t get a say. (𝐢𝐤 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞)

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡!𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨...hates dominant women. Thinks they are just as selfish as him, and only he’s allowed to be selfish. Rolls his eyes every time he accidentally clicks on a porno where the women is in charge, not because he’s a misogynist, but because he always inserts himself into the porn, he doesn’t like to think of it as watching two people have sex.

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡!𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨... heavily enjoys a women’s voice during intercourse, to hear her beg for what she wants, he won’t give to her, but he’ll give her what he wants which he has decided she will like better than what she wants

“𝖣𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖽，𝖼’𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁“

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋， 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾， 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒.“