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Art Direction: Stephen O'Malley [featuring an image titled 'A portrait of our sun, captured in the wavelength of hydrogen alpha light (656.3 nanometers in the deep red) on June 10th, 2012', © Alan Friedman] Astrophotography: Alan Friedman

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Blue monday

Alan Friedman

Blue fireball, 2009

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every friedman moment ever (13/74)

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NSFW Alphabet - David Friedman

Time for our favourite scruffy southern detective ;)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He likes to cuddle. Leant up a bit against the headboard with you snuggled up against his side with your head on his chest and his arms around you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He wouldn't say he particularly likes any part of his body. Only time he really considers his own body is when he notices how much various places ache from his job taking its toll. On you, it's your legs. It was the one of the first things he noticed about you and your legs have been a turn on for him ever since.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Prefers inside you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This one's a dirty secret you share. No one can ever find out you and David once had sex in an interrogation room at the precinct.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had a few partners, and he was married. He's experienced enough to know what he likes and how to please you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Chair sex, with you straddling his lap. That way he can touch as much of you as he wants and have you nice and close.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not overtly goofy or anything. He has a dry humour that surface at times, especially if you two are getting a bit creative and hurried.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Shaving his face and combing his hair is about as much as he fusses with personal grooming, never mind anything else.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a rough edges with a soft centre kind of guy. He may not be romantic with words but in his actions, things like the way he looks at you, how he strokes your hair and brushes his fingers down the side of your face. Moments like that feel very intimate and romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You can't always be together, but you're good at phone sex. You love listening to the sound of him pleasuring himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes handcuffing you to the bed. Sometimes he'll let you put the cuffs on him. Like the time you cuffed him to a chair so he couldn't touch you while you gave him a lap dance. Satin and lace. The world he spends most of his time in is hard, bitter and ugly and he likes when he can distance himself from it. Part of that is he likes seeing his lover wrapped up in something soft, silky and pretty like lace lingerie or a satin nightgown.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Pretty much anywhere at home. And the back seat of his car.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you wear tight pencil skirts and heels. He loves the way it makes your ass and legs look.

When you pull him in by his tie to kiss him.

Sass. Whether it’s aimed at him or someone else, he loves when you bust out the sassiness.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No knife or gun play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to receive, but he will go down on you if you want him too. Not that he doesn't like it, he just thinks he's more skilled with his hands.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Kind of in the middle. He likes to take his time before he goes hard.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes you have to take advantage of time and/or place. A favourite is before work or if you can both get away during a lunch break or something.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's pretty happy with how things are, but if something gets him or you curious, he's usually willing to try it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Twice. He lasts a decent amount of time, and he's thorough on the foreplay.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nothing that he'd gotten himself. But he did find the vibrator you had from before you got together and asked you to use it while he watched.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He'd say he's not trying to tease, he's just enjoying himself. But the effect on you is the same.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mid-range. Grunts and gasps.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

David’s job has him seeing the worst sides of humanity almost every day. He’s built up a hard shell, but it does still get to him, it hurts him, makes him angry and scared. He’s trying not to drown his feelings in a bottle so much. Instead he’ll bury himself inside you. Holding you tight, skin to skin, breath in your scent, brings him a feeling of peace and safety like nothing else.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average length but thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. A combination of love for you, personal tension and wanting to make up for the times he's not there, you have a lot of sex.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s got a bit of insomnia, so it usually takes him a while to fall asleep. Having you tucked up against him helps and listening to you breath and feeling your heartbeat helps lull him enough to sleep.

[snowblossomreads]

Day 1: Chimney Full Of Soot

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x UnhingedFem!Reader

Summary: David gets radioed in to check on a house fire. When he gets there he finds someone unexpected at the scene.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Cop things, house fire, vague ref of murder.., roughish! Smut (oral M receiving, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, etc etc reader is a bit of a slut [affectionate] so take that as you will, implied age gap)

Word Count: 6.2K

A/N: WELCOME WELCOME TO THE BEGINNING OF RICKMAS! Thank you to @deepperplexity for hosting this wonderful event again I'm so excited for all the stories that are to come!!

A/N+: We are starting of hot and heavy today though! Shout out to the detective friedman simp anon who directed me to the song dangerous game by lana del rey which is what this fic is loosely based on LOL. I hope you guys enjoy this warm start to the season!

MDNI!

“Unit 340 we need someone to go down to Panola Street. We got a call about a house fire that needs investigating. Over.”

“10-4 I’ll head that way. Over.”

The drive to the location was less than 10 minutes and when David got there he was greeted by the remains of a smoldering house fire and fire trucks. There were also some regular beat cops talking to a few of the neighbors no doubt trying to figure out what had happened.

What captured his attention though was a young woman clad in a short nightgown who seemed more inconvenienced than any of the others as one of the cops questioned her. He could also hear her over everyone else as she was being interviewed, and her tone could only be described as annoyed and slightly offended as she crossed her arms against her chest and glared.

Foot tapping the ground and a scowl on her features, it seemed that she had felt him staring or at least noticed the arrival of someone new as she turned her head in his direction and caught his gaze.They locked eyes for a moment, her own narrowing at him before she went back to talk to the officer in front of her who was trying and failing to calm her down.

“Whaddya’ got?” David asked raising an eyebrow in the woman's direction before turning his attention to the approaching officer who held a clipboard of statements that had been taken thus far.

“Two deceased when we got on the scene and a whole bunch of shit burned down as you see,” the man responded nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and handing the clipboard over to David who caught a glimpse of the man’s name tag ‘P.Williams’ before he looked over the details. 

Two deceased male and female. Cause of death possible smoke inhalation not confirmed yet. Apparent victims Raymond and Martha Broussard. 

Broussard? 

Those names rang a bell in the older man’s mind as he read over the rest of the report quickly to get up to speed about what may have happened.

“Raymond Broussard ain’t he some representative or something in the state house?” David asked rubbing his chin in thought, eyes flicking over to the woman before back to the officer in front of him who hummed in affirmative. “Media’s gonna have a damn field day with this when they find out.”

“You tellin’ me, surprise none of them are down here yet. They damn near beat the us sometimes.”

Nodding in agreement with the other man’s statement, David continued looking at the scene before his attention returned to the woman who was still talking to the other officer. Yet this time her voice was much lower and her arms were uncrossed from her chest as she spoke to the man whose demeanor had taken her original one. 

This time he seemed to be aggravated and the hostility could be sensed from where David was standing.

“Any reason your partner over there is questioning that girl so hard though? I’ve only just got here but seems like they didn’t just get into it.”

“Well, apparently she’s the niece and was the only one to get out of the fire. Both Broussard and his wife got trapped. Or so she says,” Williams explained as he looked over in the same direction. “Thinking about taking her down to the precinct and asking some more questions.”

A noise of intrigue left David’s throat as he raised an eyebrow at that before asking, “you really think she’s got somethin’ to do with it?”

“Nah probably not but can’t ever be too sure with these things. They didn’t have no kids so maybe there’s an insurance policy out there and she wanted to cash out sooner than later.”

“Hmph, well look I’ll handle her from here,” David grunted. Looking around and noticing the increase of people who seemed to come out of nowhere to rubber neck he let out an irritated sigh. “You just get these nosy people out of here, they’re walkin’ all over a potential crime scene.” He huffed, handing the clipboard roughly back to the officer who muttered a ‘yes sir’ before going to clear the crowd out.

Shoving his hands in his pockets to warm them up a bit from the seasonably cool New Orleans air, David approached the woman and officer who were still in conversation which he could hear better as he got closer.

“Look officer I’m telling you that’s all I know! I was downstairs and then I started smelling smoke and when I went up to let my auntie and uncle know their room was already on fire.”

The man gave her a skeptical look, long having stopped taking her statement and more interested in letting her weave her tale around herself. Each time it made her look guiltier and guiltier as she tried and failed to explain what had happened.

“So you’re telling me you didn’t hear any screaming or nothin’? You just went up there found the door lock and could smell smoke coming out of the room?”

“Yes that’s what I said and then-.”

“That’s enough officer I’ll handle it from here,” David stepped in not very much interested in hearing the woman spin a tale that was probably, no, most definitely not true as she looked up at him with surprise at his sudden appearance next to her.

“But sir-.”

“I said I’ll handle it, officer,” he repeated eyeing the man who was silent for a moment as they had a brief stare down before he let out a disgruntled noise and threw his hands up in defeat.

“All yours detective,” the man sighed noisily before walking away but not without muttering something under his breath about needing a drink after this shift.

Wouldn’t they all?

“A bit cold out here to be wearing that ain't it?” He asked as the officer was finally out of earshot and he could examine her more closely. 

His eyes roamed up and down her nightgown clad body before he gave her a quizzical look. Noticing his steady gaze on her, she couldn’t help but smile bashfully looking down and realizing she was dressed a bit light to be outside. It hadn’t been the first time though.

“Yeah but I’m alright,” she answered rubbing her arms as the chill of the air finally registered against her skin and she shivered a bit. “Well with most of my clothes probably burnt to a crisp I guess I’ll have to be alright.”

“I guess so,” he replied. “So any other friends or family we can get you in contact with here? 

“No already called my parents but they live up in Natchitoches so ‘bout time they get here it’ll be morning so I’m a bit stuck.”

“Then how about I take you back to the precinct it’s better than staying out here and I’m sure you’re tired.”

“Well thank you detective that’s mighty kind of you, I mean it’s better than nothing so I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer.”

“Mhm come on then, don’t want you catching a cold,” he said about to turn around and guide her to his vehicle keen on getting out of here even if he had just gotten there. 

It would just be a quick trip. 

“Oh?” Her questioning noise stopped him and he raised an eyebrow at the woman who mimicked his action before she asked, “don’t they usually handcuff people and put them in the back?”

Another sigh.

“No, only if we’re arresting someone we do, and I’m not arresting you am I?”

“No but,” she paused tilting her head subtly to the side, causing David to look over to see the two officers he talked to earlier staring at them. Realizing they had been caught staring, they were quick to turn their attention back down at some papers that were in their hands. “Well, I think some of your boys are thinkin’ you should arrest me and for the sake of show you may want to.”

The boldness of her statement had him pausing, quirking his eyebrow at her as a tiny smirk appeared and disappeared in that one moment on her lips.

“I guess I should, though I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone ask to be handcuffed.”

“Really?” Her voice pitched with surprise before she tilted to the side as to look at something on his left. “I was gonna say your wife is missing out but…” She uprighted herself and continued with an air of no consequences, “I don’t see a ring! Lucky me I guess.”

The alarm bells in anyone's head would have been ringing at this point yet David only felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on.

“Uh-huh, right,” he mumbled ignoring her little attempt at flirting, if that’s what it was called. “You might want to also make a show of it since you got us out here playing cops and robber,” David said, reaching behind him and pulling out the handcuffs.

He could have sworn she winked at him before her posture changed completely from being open to antagonistic. Her eyes narrowed at him and her hands flew to her hips before she began to loudly shout at him about how she was being unfairly accused of something she didn’t do. 

It seemed to have been realistic enough that it had the officers from earlier calling out to him,

“Need some help over there detective? Can take her downtown if she’s acting up.”

“No I got it,” he shouted at them as he grabbed her arm roughly and turned her around causing her to hiss at the pressure he placed on her wrist as he cuffed her. “Alright alright calm down since you wanna act up we’ll handle you down at the precinct.”

“Hey stop it I didn’t do nothin’!” She yelled as she tried to wiggle in his grasp only finding that it was solid as he began to push her towards his car. “This is fucking ridiculous let me go! Do ya’ll see this!” She continued whipping her head to the side and looking at some of the neighbors who began to talk amongst themselves while David ignored her and the onlookers.

The commotion continued all the way up to the car where he opened the door and practically shoved her in the backseat. It was so rushed that she didn’t bend down quick enough and tapped her head against the top edge of the door frame. And while it was only a tap she made sure to let him know she was not enjoying the unjust manhandling she was receiving.

“Ow Jesus could you be a little gentler,” she yelped as she shimmied herself onto the seat before throwing a threatening glare at him.

“Sorry doll criminals don’t get gentle treatment.”

“Hey I told you-!”

Before she could get her sentence out he slammed the door causing her to jump in place and shout again as he turned and walked over to the driver's side.

When he got in he could still hear her grumbling in the backseat before she was huffing out a,

“That hurt you know!”

Rolling his eyes he glanced at the rear view mirror and he could see the scowl on her lips as he turned the ignition.

“You’re the one that wanted to put on a show for ‘em so I put one on,” he stated matter of factly as he began to pull off from the parking spot, “don’t go blaming me for you smackin’ your head.”

She had muttered something to herself but all he caught was a soft ‘meanie’ which caused him to smirk just slightly before focusing his attention on the road. 

They were only about 15 minutes into the drive when David pulled into the driveway of an unassuming house on the end of a street cutting the car off and hopping out of it. Going back over to the woman’s side he opened the door and held his hand out only for her to feign concern as she leaned away from his help.

“Well detective, I may be young but I’m not a dummy and this is not the precinct!” She blurted out loudly for the world to hear and it caused him to glare at her as he went to slap his hand on her mouth to shut her up.

“Mphm!”

“Enough would you be quiet? And you don’t gotta keep puttin’ on whatever this is,” he hissed already feeling more exhausted than he would be on a regular night.

Her laughter was muffled by the hand on her mouth and she could only nod as David internally cursed himself for getting into situations like this more often than he wanted to admit. Dropping his hand the same way she dropped her charade, she wiggled close to the door allowing him to help her out of the car before closing the door behind her.

“They got you burning down people's houses now do they? [Y/n].” David asked as he turned her around to unlock the handcuffs and put them back in the holster as she rubbed her wrists.

“Maybe maybe not,” [Y/n] grinned tiptoeing up and kissing him on the cheek and giggling a bit at the feel of his perpetual five o’clock shadow on her skin. “But I promise it’s always for a good cause!”

“Really and what was the good cause this time,” he sighed as he rubbed his temple and leaned against his car door. “You know what never mind don’t tell me. I’m too damn old to be still gettin’ pulled into inside jobs I swear I need to just go ahead and retire.”

“Oh hush I know you like it, plus isn’t getting to spend time with me nice?” Leaning against him she began playing with his tie before looking up at him with doe eyes and pouty lips. “All handcuffed in the back of your car, with a little nightgown on. Gosh! I’m so glad that none of those other officers tried to arrest me! But I bet they couldn’t handle me as well as you do,” she purred this time planting a brief kiss on his lips.

“[Y/n]!”

“Don’t be so uptight Dave,” she threw right back at him with a devious smirk as her hand traveled down his front before stopping on the very obvious tent in his pants. 

The involuntary sharp intake of breath from him had her licking her lips in anticipation of the scene that always seemed to play out with them. Him somehow coming last minute and bailing her out of trouble and then her offering to…reimburse him for his troubles.

“Mmm so you do like spending time with me, don’t you? Now,” with a raise of an eyebrow and a tilt of her head, she wore the coyest expression that somehow only spelt trouble from him.  

“What do I owe you for tonight?”

The fact that he gave any of this consideration was very telling and honestly, he probably needed to get some help of his own as he stared at [Y/n] who held his gaze. Jesus Christ Friedman, you’re a lunatic.

“Get up in the house I’ll be in there in a minute,” he grunted as he dug into his pocket before handing her a set of keys, “I need to make a call don’t need folks gettin’ suspicious do we?”

“No sir that we do not,” she answered taking the keys, her innocent looking demeanor dropping to a very pleased one. “Don’t make me wait too long though detective,” she added stroking him once more causing him to groan lowly. “Who knows what I’ll get up to all alone in bed?”

Winking at him she took the keys and made her way towards the house but not without swaying her hips more than usual as she walked away from him. 

The phone call was indeed only a minute long and he wasn’t really sure what he thought was going to happen. All the chief told him was that he didn’t know what he was talking about and that [Y/n] being where she had been was just a coincidence pure and simple. It was the same game as last time and David honestly didn’t understand why he hadn't turned in his badge the first time it happened. 

The conversation went in circles for a short moment and ended with him more frustrated than to begin with as he kicked the tire of his car before sulking into the house mulling over his current predicament. 

Walking through the front, he was met with silence and the warm glow of the lights that were turned on in the living room. The TV that he had turned off before he left was on playing some late night show but [Y/n] was nowhere to be found. Granted he did have an inkling of where she would be hiding as he began to make his way through the house stopping when he found her.

Laid out on his bed there she was, nightgown discarded in a pool of fabric at the entrance of the room and her casually lounging against the pillows clad only in a skimpy set of underwear. While she could definitely be considered the stuff wet dreams were made of for some, to him she was a bit of a nightmare. A very pretty nightmare that he occasionally dabbled in when things like this happened yes, but a nightmare no less. 

While it sounded like an insult he was sure she would agree with him whole heartily as she surely knew that she was also a cause of the grays that were appearing in droves in his hair. The thoughts stopped though when she saw him appear the little simper that she wore whenever they were in these situations showed up immediately. 

“Finally coming to join me,” she purred as she got up from her position and began to crawl on all fours to the foot of the bed swaying her hips seductively side to side as she moved. “Good because I was getting lonely,” she continued as David began to stalk over to her, loosening his tie and kicking his shoes off in the process.

“I’ve been needing somethin’ to warm me up all night,” she finished as the older man stood in front of her looking down at her with an expression of apprehension yet there was no missing the way his pupils were dilated with ill hidden lust.

“Really? That fire didn’t warm you up enough?” He mused while reaching out to thumb the side of her lips causing her to turn slightly just to kiss the digit before her eyes traversed downward.

“Mm yeah, but not enough, not the way you do it.” Her tone was low and sweet as honey as she practically salivated at the tent in his pants that she was eager to unwrap. “Plus.” She turned her gaze up at him, brows furrowed and a feint look of sorrow on her features. “I just lost my poor aunt and uncle ‘cause they didn’t clean all the soot out in the chimney so I’m feeling a bit down. But I think you can help me feel better.”

Had it been another man, they would have probably turned tail with how easy it was for her to be so nonchalant about maybe being the cause of a fire that just killed two people. There was little to no empathy yet for whatever twisted reason it hadn’t bothered him. Maybe the first two times but at this point it was just par for the course. Plus they had to be doing something that caused them to deserve it, all of the past ones had. 

‘Making an excuse for your murdering friend now are we Friedman?’  

Ah yes, he was definitely going to be having a drink after this. 

Letting out a flustered sigh and running his hands through his slightly disheveled hair, David looked down at her before his shoulders sagged. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out before relenting. “You better make this worth my while.” 

Her eyes lit up at his permission and before she could even get the words ‘yes sir’ out of her lips, she was reaching to undo his belt buckle and zipper to free him from the confines of his pants. A deep groan left his lips as she stroked the outside of her boxers squeezing the silhouette of his arousal before giving it a quick kiss. Fingers gripping the edge of his boxers, she carefully dragged the piece of garment down along with his pants and couldn’t help the low moan that left her as his cock sprang free. 

“Mmm just as big as I remembered,” she breathed out before leaning down and spitting on the already glistening head of his cock. “Shame you don’t let me take care of it as often as it should be.”

“Didn’t know the offer was on the table,” he grunted half jokingly yet intrigued as she took him in her hand, making a fist before stroking him causing a throaty moan to leave him. His hips jerked in her direction and a pleased hum left her lips as she began to stroke him with a firm yet comfortable grip. 

“Oh detective, the offer is always on the table for you,” she purred thumbing the slit of his head, smearing the wetness all over the darkened tip before leaning down and licking the salty fluid that had already begun to pool there. 

“You didn’t think me giving you my number was just for business did you?”

He didn’t have a chance to answer that as the moment he had opened his mouth to respond, she was wrapping her lips tightly around his cock sucking noisily as she stroked the rest of him that wasn’t in her mouth. The shocked shout of her name morphed into a loud groan as she bobbed her head up and down, tongue darting out her mouth and licking the underside of his shaft each time she could.

The wet noises of her mouth being filled along with his groans and grunts echoed around the room as she expertly sucked him off with a fervored glee. Pulling away for a quick moment with a soft ‘pop’, she began swirling her tongue inside the sensitive tip again, purring at the taste of the liquid that was constantly leaking from him.

While it probably wasn’t on the top thing on everyone’s list, [Y/n] had to admit that her favorite thing when it came to sex was getting on her knees and sucking cock. Especially the one that was in between her lips right now as she began to suckle at the head.

This caused David to let out another moan as he bucked his hips in her direction causing her to giggle and lap at the angry pulsing head. She was more than happy to be the one making the usually sullen man make such noises if indicated by the fervor of her actions.

“Fuck! You suck cock like a damn slut,” he groaned as she gave him a sly look before she took him back into her mouth. 

This time she hollowed her cheeks in an attempt to get as much of him in her mouth as possible to savor. It was a struggle and while she wasn’t one to give up, it seemed that David was more impatient than he let on as his hand shot forward and found a tight grip in her hair. 

Her muffled gasp of surprise was cut short when he began to force her forward on his cock setting the vicious pace himself as he slid down her throat causing her to gag noisily. Yet she didn’t pull away as he cut off her airflow only looking up at him with red rimmed doe eyes that were wet before letting out an enthusiastic,

“Mhmm!”

Agreeing happily to his statement as he began to fuck her mouth. Doing her best to widen her mouth and breathe through her nose she relaxed her throat causing him to slip further down. And the moan he let out as he began to thrust his hips forward while pulling her towards him in tandem had her stomach clenching and pussy throbbing.

She had to say, she quite liked when he was riled up this way. Hair disheveled, full of annoyance and downright rough with her, that she wasn’t surprised one bit when she snaked a hand down into her underwear and found herself completely soaked. Her nimble fingers brushed over her clit lightly causing her to groan, sending those vibrations straight to the older man’s cock as he continued to fuck her face without pause. 

He honestly had great stamina, she thought absentmindedly as she rubbed tight circles against herself causing more moans and sighs to leave her lips. The movements were not missed by David who let out a humorless chuckle as his eyes spotted her fingers in between her legs. 

“Sucking cock got..ugh..got that greedy pussy of yours…fuck…wet huh?” He asked only pausing his movements for a moment to let her get her answer out. Though his cock still sat heavy in between her lips.

“Mhmh yeshh.” She tried to answer around his cock only able to garble out her response before he began anew with his assault. 

Saliva and cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth as he buried himself down her throat again all while her fingers danced against her sensitive clit before finding their way to her soaking lips. With one push her digits easily slipped inside of her and the lewd whine she made as she fucked herself on her hand had caused his cock to throb even more at the sight and sound of her.

This noisy symphony of theirs went on for a bit, both of them too high on adrenaline and pleasure to care as they only had one goal in mind. His cock was borderline suffocating her each time he stuffed himself down her throat yet she only whined when he pulled out completely from her mouth.

She would give chase like a hungry kitten wanting milk. Going to suck and kiss it before it was filling her mouth again with the salty tang of his precum that was leaking profusely and the sound of his chuckle filling her senses. He could be as devious as she was and it somehow made her wetter which she didn’t think was possible. All this while her fingers filled her pussy that was aching for something bigger to hit the spot that was crying for attention as she felt herself close to the edge yet not having enough to go over.

An irritated whimper of his name left her lips the moment he pulled away again and a bemused look blanketed his expression.

“Oh what’s that?” He drawled, wiping the sweat from his brow as he went to grab her jaw. He hooked his thumb on her bottom lip causing her to lean down just a little to suck on the digit. Tongue swirling around it like it was his cock, which at that moment pulsed at her little action, she tried to muster up an innocent look. Well as much as one could in the position she was in. “Fingers ain’t good enough for you? Need somethin’ else?”

“Mhmm,” she mumbled, her fingers still thrusting shallowly inside of her warm channel as he removed his thumb from her lip only to replace it with the tip of him. “Need your cock, please Dave just fuck me I need it.” Her little plea was met with him pushing himself just barely past her lips and again she sucked the warm flesh without complaint in hopes that if she did good enough he would oblige her.

“You need it huh? And here I thought I was the one that was supposed to be getting paid back,” he groaned as her tongue teased the sensitive slit of the tip dipping into it and lapping the salty liquid up.  

Pulling away from him she threw one more pathetic looked at him, and with her red rimmed eyes courtesy of him fucking her throat she truly looked pitiful. Though the words coming out of her lips were anything but.

“Mmm please!” She whined wanting to feel that familiar burn and stretch that her fingers couldn’t give her no matter how hard she had tried. “I’ll make it good I promise,” she begged as she pulled away only to hoist herself up to her spread knees. 

Fingers slipping out of her with a slick noise she continued stroking herself while looking at David with lidded eyes. Biting her bottom lip and lightly fondling her breast with her free hand in an attempt to look seductive in all her dishevelment she let out a breathy whine.

“Please detective please teach me a lesson,” she sighed breathlessly, looking him up and down, admiring how good he looked with his thick strong thighs that she had fantasized about being bent over on many times. 

His slight belly that had dark hair trailing down to his cock that stood erect and heavy. Dark hair that had begun to grey on the edges and amber eyes that were darkened by lust as he watched the show she was putting on for him. He was fucking gorgeous. And a gorgeous man like him deserved to have a warm and willing body writhing underneath him until he had his fill and was filling them up.

“I want you so bad, please you can do anything to me,” her voice soft yet her eyes alight as he made a move towards her and she knew she had him. “Just want you to fuck and come in me as much as you want I promise I’ll be good. Please?”

He had heard enough and lucky for her no sooner had she gotten those words out the David was on her with incredible speed that had her squealing in surprise.

“Dave!” She squeaked as he turned her around with such force that she was disoriented as he spun her around and pushed her face down on the bed. 

Pulling her soaked underwear off and tossing it to the side, he knocked her hand away from her folds that glistened with her arousal before he replaced the hand with his cock. Tapping the tip at her entrance, she let out a clipped whine before he slid into her with zero resistance and a very loud broken moan from them both.

“Oh fuck oh shit yes!” [Y/n] slurred as David’s hips were pressed closely against hers as he held her still for a moment groaning loudly at the wet heat that enveloped him greedily.

“Fuck [Y/n]!” David hissed as her cunt squeezed and sucked him in as he began to viciously and quickly snap his hips against her backside causing her to slide further into the mattress with an incoherent cry. “Gonna come all in this tight little cunt,” he groaned as he pulled her towards him while thrusting, causing his cock to bully the rough area inside her that had her crying and begging.

Desperate little chants of ‘fuck me,’ and ‘please,’ left her lips as she clawed at the sheets and let him abuse her aching pussy that fluttered the moment he began talking about filing her with his cum. He felt it of course and couldn’t help but let out a broken chuckle as he began to thrust faster leaning over her body and causing his cock to slider deeper into her channel.

The action had her shattering as a sharp wail was ripped from her lips just as he ripped an equally world shattering orgasm from her trembling body. Her pussy bared down on him trying to force his cock out with the sheer intensity of her climax but he only continued his assault on her.

“That’s it,” he moaned still thrusting into her regardless of the over stimulation he was causing her shaking form as juices began to leak all over his cock. Her little cries fell on deaf ears as he sped up, “that’s my little slut…fuck…that’s it, that’s it…mmmh..[Y/n]!” 

Her name left his lips before it transformed into a loud and elongated pleasured groan. He snapped his hips one final time before he was stilling against her body as he shot his seed into her coating her insides. The warmth spreading in [Y/n]’s body had her whimpering and burying her face into the blankets as she felt his arms wrap around her waist and hold her tight as they both tried to catch their breath. 

Had she thought he was done with her, she was thankfully wrong as while he had come, his cock hadn’t softened only meaning that he had another round in him. It didn’t take much before he was thrusting into her again with his body on top of hers like a weighted blanket. This time everything was much slower and less in a rush as they had been but just as good as he explored her even more. 

His fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples massaging the nubs that had her a moaning and drooling mess as his thrusts while slow were powerful. One hand then found its way to her clit and before she knew it she was clamping down on him once more as she spasmed around him once again. She came with a muted cry as her eyes fluttered closed and she writhed underneath him. 

A few more thrusts and he was releasing into her already filled body but she couldn’t stop the noisy pleasured moan that fell from her lips when he laid on top of her. His cock softened yet still plugged her messy pussy full of him while his weight rested on top of her keeping her pinned down. 

God did she love this. Was the only thought in her mind as her eyes fluttered closed while taking in the moment her body buzzing and still high on from her multiple orgasms.

Heavy breathing filled the room along with nosy groans as they lay unmoving for what seemed like hours. And only when her bones began to ache and the warmth of his seed began to cool and dry did she make a move to signal to him that she needed to get up.  

A low groan filled her ear as he slipped out of her causing her to hiss quietly as remnants of their transaction spilled out of her.  Without a word or question, she tiredly dragged herself off the bed and waddled toward the ensuite bathroom to clean herself up only stopping halfway there before turning 

“Dave~” His name came out in a sing-song manner that had him opening his eyes even though he hadn't realized he had closed them 

She stood there naked only with her bra on that somehow managed to survive the encounter and he could see the remnants of his seed leaking down her thighs in the dim light of the room. Had he been younger, he probably be hard again though he did feel his cock twitch once again and he wanted to glare at it for giving him away.

Noticing this, [Y/n] just grinned mischievously as she gave him one last showing before she went to clean herself. Fingers dipping down her body she swiped at her opening collecting the mixture of their arousal before bringing it up to her lips and sucking the digits with an exaggerated sound of delight.

His breath caught and a groan that was between one of annoyance and one of woefully hidden desire slipped from him and he could see how her eyes lit up at the sound.  Giving her fingers one last suck and one more obvious swirl of her tongue, she popped the digits out her mouth cheekily purring,

“See, told you it be worth your while, detective.” Before she disappeared into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

God was she a fucking menace. But from the way his cock twitched as blood began to flow back to it because of her little show, he was sure he was even worse.

When he returned to the office a few days later, there was a case folder sitting on his desk with the name: Broussard written on it in all uppercase. Letting out a grunt as his memories replayed the meeting between him and [Y/n], he had to quickly shake it off not wanting to be fired for public indecency as he felt himself stir in his pants. 

Sitting down he opened the file to review it and the thing that caught his eye was the cause of death and findings. Crime scene investigators had found soot buildup in all of the chimneys in the house (or what remained) after figuring out that the bedroom chimney was the source of the fire. With that in mind, they had inferred that the soot obstructed the smoke from leaving and ended up suffocating the couple before causing a fire to break out.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he muttered to himself tossing the file down and leaning back against the chair. 

Huh, apparently she hadn’t been just teasing about the chimney soot.

A/N: EHEHEH I hope you lovelies enjoyed that nice warming up! ❤❤❤

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...so i MIGHT have a problem...

[gameofthunder66]

Succession (2018-2023) tv series

-(finished) watchin' Season 2- 1/31/2024- 4 [1/2] stars- on Max

[thediaryofabrokenenglishgirl]

Succession (2018-2023) S02 E17.

[weclassybouquetfun]

SUCCESSION creator Jesse Armstrong

gives an answer to one of series 4's burning questions: Underline or strikethrough? Was Kendall Kenough for leadership?

I've seen some people upset that Armstrong answered the question and would have rather he left it ambiguous but I love knowing the answer. Give me all the deets!

If this is the stuff that made it to script, but not actually shot,

give me more things that were spitballed but didn't even make it to the page. Give me more cast headcanon. Like Kieran Culkin saying he believes Roman has an eating disorder;

of Arian Moayed who played Stewy "Never Skerred" Hosseini who has a fair share of them.

Now, what did Frank do??

I love how Stewy embrace telling the Roys that they were shite and I love that Arian embraces fandom.

But why are you telling our business??!

But it all comes down to the writing and the writers, so it was fitting that SUCCESION stars Alan Ruck, Justine Lupe, Brian Cox, David Rasche, Peter Friedman, Scott Nicholson, J . Cameron Smith have been on the picket line.

[meier-mar]

Alan Rickman - Judas Kiss

[page-28]

Ollie

Gelfland inventing everything

[smilingformoney]

every friedman moment ever (35/74)

[snowblossomreads]

Stormy Nights

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where David finds [Y/n] trembling at the sound of the storm outside and goes to comfort her.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Fluff, Age Gap, Daddy Kink (Non Sexual), Fear of thunderstorms

Word Count: 2K

A/N: It's spring time where i live which means it storms every other day with the possible chance of tornadoes! I don't like storms (trauma) hence here is this cute lil story with our favorite southern detective : D

"Jesus Christ!" The boom of his voice, rivaled the boom of the thunder that followed David, as he slammed his front door close, to escape the torrential downpour happening outside.

"Fuckin' spring showers my ass," he hissed, as he began to peel off the damp clothes that stuck to him, not wanting to track mud and water all over the house. "Like a damn hurricane out there, I swear! Gets worse and worse every year."

Mumbling frustrated curses, he carried the clothes to the bathroom and dumped them in the laundry hamper, before going to grab a towel to dry himself a bit. Of course, he didn't bring an umbrella today, granted, the way the wind was blowing, it probably would have snatched it right out of his hands.

"Should have just stayed home and minded my business but-."

BOOM!

"AHHH!"

His complaints were interrupted by the loudest crash of thunder up to that point, which made the house rattle, and the lights flicker. And along with the crash of thunder, a familiar sounding screech drifted from his bedroom that gave him pause.

"What in the?"  

Tossing his towel back on the hook, he made his way to his bedroom, which had its door wide open, and light from the TV pouring out of it. When he reached the threshold of it, he immediately noticed the shaking lump in the middle of his bed. Blankets and pillows surrounded the figure even though he noticed one or two of the 'fort' walls had been kicked to the ground.

"[Y/n]?" He asked, approaching the trembling shape carefully as if it was a suspect who was in hiding.

There wasn't a reply, only more whimpering and shaking, as he sat on the edge of the bed. The shifting of the mattress only seemed to frighten the woman more, as she let out a little cry that caused his eyes to widen and worry to cord at his stomach.

"Doll it's just me, just Dave," he rumbled gently as he laid his hand on what he assumed was her back, and stroked her in a manner he hoped was comforting.

Her shaking seemed to ease with his touch, and so carefully, he peeled back the blankets to find her curled in a fetal position. The sight made his heart ache more than he thought it would considering [Y/n] was a fierce little thing at times. 

She was one to voluntarily put herself in danger by playing potential victims to catch a perp if needed without a blink of an eye. Even if he did complain. So seeing her curled up and scared was unnerving and it knawed at him painfully. 

"D-Dave," she whined, her eyes still shut tight as she gripped the sheets beneath her, not daring to move an inch.

"Doll what are you doing under there? What is all this?" Confusion was etched all over his face which was illuminated by the TV that was playing the local weather. 

Still, her eyes didn't open as she just laid there in a fetal position, as if not moving would keep the storms away. It didn't, and apparently to make sure she knew that, the storm began to rumble with thunder this time, though much softer than it had before. 

That didn't matter though as she shook so hard Dave thought she would end up breaking something with how tense she was.

To keep her from breaking, he leaned over her body, wrapping his arms around her as he tried to pull her close. Hopefully, she would excuse the bit of dampness on his skin as he hadn't had time to dry off all the way from the rain outside. Granted, by the way she hardly moved when he pulled her in his lap, and then buried herself deeper against him, she didn't seem to care much about it.

"Mmm s-sorry, didn't tell you I was coming over." Her voice was muffled, yet he could hear it quiver, as she kept herself hidden. "Didn't know- Didn't know if you were still at the station." 

"Yeah, I just got in. Was coming straight back here when the sky decided to open up and piss on me when I got on the bridge. Damn near skidded off of it."

There was another rumble of thunder just as he finished, and he felt her begin to tremble in his arms again before he hugged her tighter. Was she scared of storms? Obviously, she had to be considering the way she was vibrating. It was weird though, as he had been around her when it was storming and she seemed perfectly at ease. Well as much as ease as someone could be when lightning was illuminating the skies up while the wind whipped around. So he felt like he still had to ask.

Burying his face on top of her head and kissing it, he murmured his question in her hair, "Doll are you scared of storms?"

There was no use hiding it now considering she was shaking like a leaf on his bed, scared to move an inch. God, it was infuriating how weather like this could make her so uneasy and terrify her just like that. With a shaky breath, she nodded.

"Y-yeah don't like 'em too much. It got real bad after you know…" she paused, as the memory of Katrina was still fresh in her mind. 

Two years had already passed since that devastating hurricane and the weeks of hell that had followed. Scars and memories of it still littered the city and surrounding places so it was almost impossible to forget. 

Dave had seemed to understand as well as none of them had come out of that event without some sort of emotional scar. He held her more tightly at that and for a moment she couldn't be more than thankful to have him.

"B-but I still never liked 'em too much," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain hitting the roof and windows and the howl of the wind. There was also the sound of the weatherman talking about a severe thunderstorm warning was issued for Orleans Parish which probably explained the wild weather. 

"Especially when all they've been talking about and showing is all them tornadoes that come through all the other cities yesterday and today. Just scares me, always gets me thinking of the worst." 

Again, another loud gust of wind whistled and rattled the windows, followed by lighting and the crackle of thunder that caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand. She physically bristled, as a sharp sob left her lips, and goosebumps appeared on her skin while she attempted to bury herself closer to Dave even if there was nowhere else to go. 

Immediately, his arms tightened around her and he cradled the back of her head before going to stroke her in an attempt to calm her. They weren't in any danger, but at this point, all rational had left her mind and its replacement was worry. Maybe if he could quiet it down some would she feel better. And a thought came into his mind.

"Shhh, I got you doll, I got you," he hummed in that lovely drawl of his, as he rocked her back and forth, trying to soothe her frightened cries as the weather outside seemed to want to make it a point to terrify [Y/n]. "Daddy's got you don't worry," his voice a rumble that even the thunder outside couldn't compare to. "Ain't nothing gonna happen just some wind and noise."

"D-daddy, I'm sorry," she whined immediately latching on to what he was doing. Her hands balled in a fist as she stayed against him, letting him protect her from whatever was going on outside.

He was safety. She could always trust that he would do everything he could to keep her safe. Even if it was something as impossible as keeping the weather away. She could trust him. Her Dave, her daddy.

"You ain't got nothing to be sorry about," he murmured, "we all got something we're afraid of and we just need to ride this one out. We'll be okay, news said it'll pass over in about thirty so we'll just stay put right here doll." 

The continuous rumble of thunder made its way over the house as Dave kept his eye on the weather report. Each time it would thunder, he would try to block the sound of it using the deep rumble of his own voice and words of encouragement to [Y/n] who had continued to tremble but much less than before.

"Almost done doll." "Hear it lightnin' up out there we'll be okay." "That's my good girl."

Over and over he whispered sweet words, and each time she would tremble less and less. Whether it was because the words were actually calming, (they were to her), or if it was because the storms were slowly finishing their taunts against his [Y/n], he didn't know. But after an hour or so, everything seemed to quiet down outside, and her trembles had almost ceased completely. 

Rocking her back and forth and eyeing the news, he listened as the weatherman gave the all clear, saying that the worst of it was out of the station's viewing area, and it would only be light rain for the rest of the evening.

Good. He was tired of wondering if the lights were going to go out. Not only because he was getting a bit testy at the weather for how bad it was spooking his [Y/n]. But, he had just bought groceries the other day and would be pissed if they went bad. Hey, shit was expensive. 

"[Y/n], doll, you okay?" He asked softly as he slowed his caresses, listening to her steady breathing. 

It was a major difference from her more erratic and frightened breathing and it calmed him knowing she was alright. Though, he noticed there wasn't a response from her and it caused him to look down to check on her.

"[Y/n]?" 

Her eyes stayed closed as he called to her once more, and he couldn't stop the amused grin that spread on his thin lips. She had fallen asleep!  His shoulders shook with muted laughter, even more so when [Y/n] didn't stir at all.

"Tired yourself out with all that shakin' didn't you," he mused playfully, before he planted a quick kiss against the top of her head. "You're a silly little thing you know that darlin'?" 

Of course, there was no response, as she snoozed peacefully, having fallen asleep the moment things seemed to have started to wind down. Carefully, as to not wake her, even though he was sure she was out for the rest of the night, David gently laid her back down on the bed. Her body loosened up and unfurled on its own accord now that it was no longer balled up against him.  

Quietly, he shuffled off the bed, pulling the blankets up around her shoulders and then placing her head on one of the many pillows that she had scrounged up. Huh, he didn't even realize he had that many, he thought to himself, as he gathered the extras to put in the living room. 

Taking one more glance at her to make sure she was still snoozing, he made his way to the living room and tossed the pillows on the sofa. He would deal with them later. Next was the shower that he had forgone to comfort [Y/n] and after he had dried himself off he went back to the room to check on her. 

Still sleep. 

Walking over to the opposite side of the bed, David slipped underneath the blankets, a yawn already spilling from his lips as he scooted close to [Y/n]. Her body rose and fell steadily and he was sure the poor woman was gonna be sleeping until the next morning.

With a tired smile and warm eyes pointed in her direction, he threw an arm around her waist to scoot her close. Once she was tucked safely against his chest, he kissed the top of her head again before closing his eyes in hopes of finding sleep as quickly as she had done.

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[muiitoloko]

Hi, could you write something half smutty half fluffy for David Friedman? we know he's an old grumpy whom has seen too much horror and can't express his feelings for the pretty little thing in his arms whose make him want to be better and she's too shy to try to push his boundaries even if she is touch starving and in need of more demonstration of love (I’m not sure I expressed myself correctly here 🤡)

Title: Birthday Wishes

Summary: David makes a request and it is fulfilled.

Pairing: David Friedman ( Judas Kiss) × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Gun, and hungry for touch.

Author's Notes: Hey there, big thanks for your request! Hope this hits the spot for you, but I gotta admit, I might've taken a detour from David's usual vibe. If I went off track, don't hold back—your feedback helps me fine-tune things!

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David emerges from the bathroom, the steam from his shower still clinging to his skin as he rubs a towel vigorously through his hair. His tired sigh echoes through the quiet of his home, a testament to the long hours he's spent poring over case files and chasing leads in his latest investigation.

But as he moves towards the bedroom, his senses snap to attention at the sound of movement coming from the front door. Instinct kicks in, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he drops the towel, his naked form forgotten in the urgency of the moment.

With purposeful strides, David makes his way to the nightstand, his hand closing around the familiar weight of his gun. The cool metal sends a shiver down his spine, grounding him in the reality of the situation as he prepares to confront whoever dares to intrude upon his sanctuary.

Heart pounding, David leaves the bedroom and strides into the hallway, his back pressing against the wall as he listens intently to the footsteps drawing nearer. The tension in the air is palpable, his senses on high alert as he braces himself for whatever may lie ahead.

As the intruder's movements lead them towards the kitchen, David inches forward cautiously, his gun held at the ready. With a steady hand, he rounds the corner, his voice firm as he commands, "Raise your hands up!"

But his words catch in his throat as he sees you standing there, your eyes wide with fear as you cling to a pot, your scream echoing through the room. The sight of you sends a shockwave of realization through him, his grip on the gun loosening as he takes in the situation.

"Fuck, what are you doing here?" David curses, his voice laced with a mixture of relief and frustration. His heart still racing, his eyes never leaving your trembling form as he tries to make sense of the chaos unfolding around him.

You, visibly shaken by the encounter, take a step back, your hands trembling as you try to process what just happened. "I-I came over to surprise you," you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggle to find your words. "I didn't expect you to be home."

David's expression softens as he realizes his mistake, a wave of guilt washing over him at the sight of your distress. With a heavy sigh, he lowers the gun, running a hand through his still damp hair as he looks at you, his detective instincts kicking in as he assesses the situation. He notices how you avoid looking at him, your gaze fixed on the floor as you fidget nervously.

"How did you get in here?" David asks, his voice gruff yet tinged with concern as he tries to piece together the puzzle before him. "And what's all this about a surprise?"

You swallow nervously, mustering up the courage to meet his gaze as you stammer out your explanation. "You... you gave me a spare key," you remind him, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I-I came to give you a little birthday surprise."

David's expression softens at your words, a flicker of realization crossing his features as he remembers the spare key he had given you. He watches as you open the jar in your hand, revealing the array of cupcakes nestled inside.

Ten cupcakes, each decorated with care, a testament to the thought and effort you had put into your surprise for him. David's heart swells with gratitude, touched by your gesture of kindness amidst the chaos of his world.

"I made cupcakes because I know you don't like to eat a lot of sweets," you explain, your voice barely above a whisper as you avoid his gaze. "I... I hoped to surprise you when you got home from work."

David nods, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he realizes the extent of your thoughtfulness. He had forgotten about his birthday in the midst of his hectic schedule, but you had remembered, going out of your way to make him feel special.

As he watches you standing there, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, David can't help but think how pretty you look in that moment, all vulnerable and sincere. "Why aren't you looking at me?" He questions, his tone gentle yet curious as he tries to understand your behavior. "Is something wrong?"

You stutter out a response, reminding him of his state of undress, and David finally notices his nudity. He curses under his breath, embarrassment flooding his features as he quickly covers himself with his hands.

"Shit, sorry," David apologizes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he turns away, making a beeline for the bedroom. "I'll... I'll get dressed and be right back."

You nod silently, your cheeks still flushed as you avoid looking at him. As David disappears into the bedroom, you let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through you at the realization that you're safe and sound.

But even as you wait for David to return, you can't shake the image of him standing there, vulnerable and exposed, etched into your mind. It's a moment you know you'll never forget, a glimpse into the depths of his humanity amidst the chaos of his life as a detective.

As David disappears into the bedroom to get dressed, you find yourself blushing even more intensely as lewd images flash through your mind. The thought of David kissing you, caressing you, making love to you sends a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness coursing through your veins. Despite being in a relationship for six months, the two of you hadn't taken that intimate step yet.

You've always been incredibly shy, especially when it comes to matters of intimacy. David, being older and seemingly more enigmatic, added to your hesitance. His baritone voice, tall frame, thin build, and hooked nose only added to his allure, but also intimidated you. In the early days of your relationship, he was moody and rarely opened up, leaving you wondering if he was even interested in you romantically.

David's lack of romantic gestures and his seemingly constant busyness further fueled your insecurities. You hungered for his touch, yearned for more intimacy, but couldn't muster the courage to initiate it yourself. It left you questioning if he was gay, too shy, or simply not as invested in the relationship as you were.

As David returns from the bedroom, now dressed in comfortable clothes, his brow furrows in confusion at the sight of you fussing with the cupcakes and lighting a candle. His deep voice breaks the silence, questioning your actions.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his tone a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

You glance up nervously, holding out the cupcake with the flickering candle. "I... I wanted to do something nice for you," you admit shyly, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

David hesitates, clearly taken aback by your gesture. He tries to protest, insisting that it's not necessary, that he's too old for birthday celebrations. Disappointment clouds your expression as you mumble that everything is fine, your disappointment palpable in the air.

Seeing the crestfallen look on your face, David sighs, realizing he's upset you. He pulls out a chair from the counter and sits down heavily, reaching for the cupcake you had offered him. Pretending to be in a bad mood, he grumbles under his breath.

"Fine, I'll play along," he mutters, his lips twitching in a half-hearted attempt at a frown.

You watch him with a mixture of surprise and amusement as he reluctantly takes the cupcake, his expression betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath his gruff exterior. With a small smile, you push the other cupcakes closer to him, silently urging him to join in the celebration.

David hesitates for a moment as he questions what kind of request he should make, his brow furrowing in thought. You can't help but smile at his uncertainty, finding his hesitation endearing.

"You could ask for anything," you say softly, a playful glint in your eyes. "But remember, if you tell, the wish won't come true."

David nods, considering your words carefully. After a moment of contemplation, he leans forward and blows out the candles with a decisive breath. You can't help but clap your hands in excitement, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. David's lips twitch into a smile at the gesture, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

As you pull away, curiosity getting the better of you, you ask, "So, what did you wish for?"

David chuckles softly, a hint of mischief in his gaze. "You know I can't tell you," he replies, his voice low and teasing. "You made the rule yourself."

You can't help but smile back at him, the playful banter easing the tension between you. With a nod, David reaches for his cupcake, removing the candle and tossing it aside before taking a bite. Despite his usual aversion to sweets, he seems to enjoy the cupcake, a satisfied hum escaping his lips.

Standing up from the table, David gestures towards the living room. "Come on," he says, his voice warm and inviting, "let's eat these cupcakes while we watch some TV."

You agree eagerly, gathering up the cupcakes and following David to the couch. As he searches for the TV remote, you take a seat, tucking your legs beneath you nervously.

Watching David move about the room, his tall frame towering over you, you can't help but feel a rush of affection for him. Despite his gruff exterior and intimidating demeanor, there's a kindness and warmth to him that draws you in, making you feel safe and cared for.

As David settles onto the couch beside you, you lean against him, reveling in the warmth of his presence. With a contented sigh, you reach for a cupcake, savoring the sweetness of the moment as you lose yourself in the comfort of his embrace.

He browses through the TV shows, his brows furrowed in concentration as he tries to find something interesting. You settle closer to his side, craving his touch as you always do, but beyond wrapping an arm around your shoulders, David does nothing, his eyes fixed on the TV screen, almost as if he's avoiding looking at you.

You try not to be disappointed, focusing on the TV, but the warmth of David's body beside you is a constant reminder of what you crave. Meanwhile, David tries to control himself, mentally cursing himself and trying not to appear like an old pervert when he desperately wants to touch you. Your closeness does things to him, and he can't help but imagine what it would be like to feel your soft skin against his.

He's acutely aware of your presence, the way you snuggle against his chest, the way your skirt shows off your beautiful legs. He imagines placing a hand on your thigh, slowly raising his fingers until they touch your... damn! Get a grip, Friedman!

With an excuse about getting a beer from the freezer, David gets up, leaving you momentarily alone on the couch. He asks if you want one, and you decline, feeling a pang of disappointment as he walks away.

In the kitchen, David takes a deep breath, trying to clear his head before grabbing a beer from the freezer. He returns deliberately, choosing to sit in the armchair across from you, leaving you alone on the couch. The distance between you feels like a chasm, and you can't help but wonder what went wrong.

David settles into the armchair, his eyes fixed on the TV screen as he watches the intense fight taking place. He swears lightly under his breath, clearly invested in the action unfolding before him. But his concentration is broken as you interrupt him, your voice hesitant as you ask if the two of you could talk.

He turns his attention to you, his gaze softening as he nods, encouraging you to continue. You hesitate for a moment, playing with the fabric of your skirt nervously, drawing David's wandering eyes to your legs again. He quickly averts his gaze, taking a sip of his drink to compose himself.

You finally summon the courage to broach a question that has been haunting your mind for a while. "David," you begin tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper, "are you... gay?"

David almost chokes on his beer at your question, his eyes widening in disbelief as he sets the bottle aside on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "What?" he questions, his voice laced with incredulity. "Where did that come from?"

Blushing furiously, you try to explain yourself, stammering over your words as you assure him that it's okay if he is, that you wouldn't judge him for it. But you need to know if he's using you for some kind of facade or something.

David frowns, shaking his head adamantly. "No, I'm not gay," he insists, his tone firm as he tries to understand the source of your sudden insecurity. "Where did you get all this?"

Your embarrassment intensifies, causing you to tighten the hem of your skirt even more, your fingers turning white as you avoid looking David in the eyes. The silence hangs heavy between you, the weight of your insecurity pressing down on your chest as you question if he thinks you're ugly, that's why he doesn't see you, why he doesn't touch you.

David notices your distress, his heart aching at the sight of your vulnerability. He gets up from his armchair and comes to sit next to you, taking your hands in his as he gently urges you to stop being so hard on yourself.

"Hey, hey," he murmurs softly, his baritone voice soothing as he holds your gaze, "you're beautiful, even stunning. Fuck, I wonder every day what you see in me."

You look at him then, your eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. But all you see is sincerity, a warmth in his eyes that melts away your doubts.

"Why don't you touch me then?" you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you voice the question that has been plaguing your mind.

David's expression softens even further, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your cheek as he leans in closer. "Oh baby," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "I was waiting for you to ask, waiting for your permission."

You can feel your heart racing in your chest, anticipation coursing through your veins as David's words wash over you. He continues, his voice a seductive whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

"I didn't want to seem like an old pervert to you," he admits, his thumb caressing your lower lip, "you have no idea how much I've had to control myself, how many nights I've spent thinking about you, imagining you in bed with me."

Your breath catches in your throat at his confession, desire pooling low in your belly as you realize the depth of his longing. David leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours as he whispers the words you've been yearning to hear.

"You have no idea how many times I've fucked my own fist thinking about you," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he closes the gap between you, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

As you kiss him back, the intensity of David's embrace catches you off guard. His lips move against yours with a fervor you've never experienced before, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed. The realization that he had been holding back all this time, not rejecting you but simply waiting for your permission, floods you with relief.

Feeling one of his hands on your knee while the other tangles in your hair, you become acutely aware of the longing in his touch. It's as if he's still waiting, still yearning for your consent to explore the depths of your desire.

Breaking away from the kiss, you find yourself unable to contain the urgency burning within you any longer. "Please, David," you whisper, your voice filled with desperation, "touch me."

David's breath hitches at your plea, his eyes darkening with desire as he seeks confirmation. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice low and husky, a hint of disbelief mingling with raw desire.

You nod eagerly, your heart pounding in your chest as you give him the permission he's been waiting for. "Yes, David," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, "please, touch me.

With a fervent curse, David's demeanor shifts, his restraint melting away as he surrenders to the primal need coursing through his veins. "Fuck, yes!" he growls, his voice filled with a raw hunger that sends shivers down your spine.

In an instant, David transforms from a man who seemed reluctant to touch you into a dominant force of desire. He pulls your head back, exposing your neck to him as he trails hot kisses along your skin, his lips leaving a searing trail of sensation in their wake.

As one of his hands moves up your thigh, slipping under your skirt, you can't help but moan at the sensation of his touch. You lean back against the couch, surrendering yourself to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

David's touch is electrifying, his fingers deftly exploring every inch of your skin with a reverence that leaves you breathless. As he straddles you, his weight pressing you into the cushions, he releases your hair and cups your breast through the fabric of your blouse and bra.

The sensation of his touch sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you, igniting a firestorm of desire that threatens to consume you both. With a primal need driving you forward, you arch into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating pleasure only he can provide.

David pulls away, his gaze locking with yours as he hovers above you on the couch. The air crackles with tension, desire smoldering in his dark eyes as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. It's a scene straight out of his wildest fantasies, and now, he realizes, he has the chance to make those dreams a reality.

A smirk tugs at the corners of David's lips as he revels in the power he holds over you. But despite the fire burning within him, he knows he must tread carefully, ensuring that every step he takes is with your explicit consent.

With a gentle yet firm hand, David reaches out, cupping the side of your face as he holds your gaze with his own. His touch is electric, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your body as you meet his intense gaze.

In that moment, David makes his intentions crystal clear, his voice low and husky as he articulates the primal desire burning within him. "I want to fuck you tonight," he murmurs, his words dripping with raw desire as he waits for your response.

You nod eagerly, your cheeks flushed with arousal as you cling to his t-shirt, your desire mirroring his own. But David wants more than just a nod, he wants to hear you say it, to give him the verbal confirmation he craves.

"Tell me you want it," he demands, his voice a seductive whisper as he presses closer, his breath mingling with yours. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Your response is immediate, a breathless affirmation that sends a thrill of excitement coursing through David's veins. Satisfied, he releases his hold on you, rising from the couch with a sense of purpose as he helps you to your feet.

With a silent understanding passing between you, David leads you to his bedroom, his hand warm and reassuring against the small of your back. The anticipation mounts with each step, desire simmering beneath the surface as you follow him into the intimate sanctuary of his bedroom.

As you enter David's bedroom, your heart races with anticipation, your cheeks flushed with desire as you follow him into the intimate space. David's presence fills the room, his tall frame towering over you as he turns to face you, his dark eyes smoldering with raw desire.

Without a word, David closes the distance between you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek as he leans in close. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, anticipation coiling tightly in the pit of your stomach as you meet his intense gaze.

"You look so beautiful," David murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. "I've been wanting this for so long."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words, desire pooling low in your belly as you lean into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating pleasure only he can provide. With a primal need driving you forward, you reach up, tangling your fingers in his hair as you pull him closer, craving the taste of his lips against your own.

David's lips meet yours in a searing kiss, passion igniting between you as you lose yourself in the intensity of the moment. His hands roam freely over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that leaves you breathless.

With practiced ease, David begins to undress you, his touch setting your skin ablaze with sensation as he strips away the layers between you. As the last barrier falls away, you stand before him, completely exposed and utterly vulnerable. But instead of feeling self-conscious, you feel empowered, desire burning brightly in your eyes as you meet David's gaze with unwavering determination.

Without a word, David takes your hand, leading you to the bed with a sense of purpose as he guides you down onto the soft mattress. The cool sheets provide a stark contrast to the heat coursing through your veins, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine as you wait for David to join you.

As David takes off his shirt, his gaze never leaves you, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you blush under his intense scrutiny. You feel a wave of shyness wash over you, unsure of what to do as you lay there, naked on his bed. But instead of feeling self-conscious, you feel a rush of excitement at the thought of being desired by him.

David has always been fascinated by your shyness, finding it endearing how easily you blush in his presence. With a soft smile, he asks if you've ever touched yourself thinking about him, his voice low and husky as he waits for your response.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond to his bold question. But under his unwavering gaze, you find yourself nodding shyly, your cheeks flushing even more intensely as you confess the truth.

David's lips quirk into a small smirk at your admission, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features as he watches your reaction. Without a word, he kicks his sweatpants aside, leaving him only in his underwear as he sits down on a nearby chair, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Show me," David orders, his voice laced with authority as he watches you expectantly.

As you hesitate once again, unsure of how to proceed, David gently guides you, his voice soft and reassuring as he suggests that you could close your eyes if it's easier for you. With a nod, you obey, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you shut out the world around you, focusing solely on the sound of David's voice.

"Good girl," David praises, his tone filled with approval as he watches you with unwavering attention. "Now, open your legs for me."

You hesitate again for a moment, the intensity of his command sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. But with a deep breath, you obey, parting your legs slightly as you lay there, exposed and vulnerable under his watchful gaze.

"That's it," David murmurs, his voice low and husky as he takes in the sight before him. "Now, use your fingers, but go slowly. I want to appreciate every moment."

With a tentative nod, you reach down, your fingers trembling slightly as you trace delicate patterns over your skin. You try to imagine that you're alone in your bedroom, late at night, thinking about David, and the thought fills you with a sense of confidence.

As you begin to touch yourself, David's praise rings out, spurring you on as you become more confident in your movements. His words of encouragement fill you with a sense of empowerment, igniting a fire within you that drives you to explore your desires without reservation.

But as you open your eyes to steal a glance at him, you see David sitting naked on the chair, his erection in his hand as he watches you intently. The sight sends a thrill of excitement coursing through you, your heart pounding in your chest as you feel a surge of desire wash over you.

Your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you admit that you want his touch, not your own. The admission hangs heavy in the air between you, desire crackling between you as you meet David's intense gaze.

For a moment, David is stunned into silence, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the full weight of your confession. But then, without warning, he's on his feet, his movements swift and purposeful as he crosses the room to join you on the bed.

As you lay there, anticipation coursing through your veins, you expect David to come directly to you, his desire evident in every move. But instead, he surprises you by heading to the dresser next to the bed, his movements deliberate as he opens the drawer.

Your heart skips a beat as you catch a glimpse of the gun inside, a stark reminder of the dangerous world David inhabits as a detective. But he pays it no mind, his focus unwavering as he rummages through the contents of the drawer, searching for something specific.

With a sense of relief, you watch as David finds what he's looking for, a sealed box of condoms hidden amongst the clutter. He tears the wrapper with his teeth, his movements swift and purposeful as he rolls the condom onto himself.

Finally, David turns to you, his eyes dark with desire as he crosses the room to join you on the bed. He doesn't waste any time, laying down next to you and turning you towards him, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss.

As you lose yourself in the heat of the moment, David rests his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. With a husky voice, he questions if you've ever been fucked from the side, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

You shake your head in response, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you admit your inexperience. But David only smirks in response, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"Well, you're in for a treat," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he trails kisses along your jawline. "I'll make sure you never forget it."

As David whispers his promise, a thrill of anticipation courses through you, your heart pounding in your chest as you eagerly await his instructions. With a gentle yet firm touch, he turns you onto your side, his chest pressing against your back as he pulls you close.

You feel a surge of excitement as David lifts one of your legs, positioning it just so as he settles in behind you. His arousal presses against your back, a tantalizing reminder of the pleasure to come as he guides himself to your entrance.

With a husky groan, David sinks into you, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You gasp at the feeling of him filling you completely, his heat and hardness stretching you in all the right ways.

"Fuck," David curses under his breath, his voice thick with desire as he begins to move inside you. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you as you cling to him, lost in the intensity of the moment.

As David fucks you from the side, you feel a sense of vulnerability and intimacy unlike anything you've ever experienced before. His chest presses against your back, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers filthy promises and encouragement.

"You feel so fucking good," David growls, his voice sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. "So tight and wet for me, baby. I could fuck you like this all night."

You moan in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumes you completely. Every thrust sends you spiraling closer to the edge, your body trembling with need as David takes you to new heights of ecstasy.

As David's thrusts grow more urgent, his baritone voice fills the room with a mixture of desire and command. "You like that, baby?" he growls, his breath hot against your ear as he nips at your skin. "You like feeling me deep inside you, stretching you open?"

You can only manage to nod in response, your body consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of his touch. David's hands roam freely over your skin, his touch setting you ablaze with sensation as he explores every inch of your body with a reverence that leaves you breathless.

"Tell me what you want," David demands, his voice low and husky as he urges you to vocalize your desires. "Tell me how you want it."

But your shyness gets the best of you, leaving you unable to voice your deepest desires. Sensing your hesitation, David's lips quirk into a small smirk as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers dirty promises and encouragement.

"I'm going to make you come so hard," he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire as he trails kisses along your jawline. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore, until you're begging me to stop."

His words send a thrill of excitement coursing through you, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you both. With each thrust, David pushes you closer to the edge, his movements becoming more urgent as he drives you both towards the brink of ecstasy.

As your pleasure mounts, you feel a surge of confidence wash over you, emboldening you to vocalize your desires. "Harder," you moan, your voice barely above a whisper as you cling to him, lost in the intensity of the moment. "Fuck me harder, David. I want to feel you deep inside me."

David's smirk widens at your words, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features as he picks up the pace, his thrusts growing more powerful with each passing moment. "You asked for it, baby," he growls, his voice thick with desire as he gives you exactly what you crave.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your moans of pleasure as David takes you to new heights of ecstasy. With each thrust, you feel yourself teetering on the edge, the promise of release tantalizingly close as you surrender yourself to the overwhelming pleasure of the moment.

As your climax approaches, David's movements become more frantic, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he drives you both towards the brink of ecstasy. And then, with a primal roar, you shatter into a million pieces, pleasure washing over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy as you come undone in his arms.

But David isn't far behind, his own release crashing over him like a tidal wave as he spills himself inside the condom, his body trembling with the force of his release. He releases your leg, allowing it to fall back onto the bed as he lies on his back, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Turning towards him, you snuggle into his chest, seeking solace in his warmth and comfort. David responds by pulling you close, wrapping an arm around you as you both catch your breath together in the aftermath of your passionate encounter.

In the silence that follows, David hides his eyes in the crook of his arm, trying to contain the smile that threatens to spread across his face. Despite his efforts, he can't suppress the feeling of contentment that washes over him, leaving him feeling light and carefree.

Eventually, David lifts his head to gaze down at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of your thoughts. "Did you like it?" he questions softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he waits for your response.

But when there's no reply from you, David lifts his head further, only to discover that you've fallen asleep on his chest. A fond smile tugs at his lips as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head, feeling a surge of affection for you as you sleep soundly in his arms.

Careful not to disturb you, David slowly extricates himself from your embrace, slipping out of bed with practiced ease. He removes the condom, tying it off before disposing of it in the bathroom, washing his hands with a sense of satisfaction.

As he looks at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, a small smile plays at the corners of his lips. Maybe, he thinks to himself, he should make more birthday wishes when he blows out a candle, if wishes are going to come true as quickly as this one did.

After disposing of the condom and washing up, David exits the bathroom with a small smile still lingering on his lips. He pads quietly into the living room, the glow of the TV casting a soft light across the room. With a flick of his wrist, he switches it off, plunging the space into darkness save for the dim glow of a nearby lamp.

Turning his attention to the coffee table, David spots a lone cupcake sitting there. He chuckles softly to himself, realizing that it must have been a leftover from the celebration earlier in the evening. Without hesitation, he reaches out and plucks it from the table, savoring the sweetness of the treat as he takes a bite.

As he chews thoughtfully, David's mind wanders back to the events of the evening, a sense of contentment washing over him. He can't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events, for the passionate encounter he shared with you just moments ago.

With a soft sigh of satisfaction, David wishes himself a happy birthday under his breath, the words carrying a sense of warmth and fondness. "Happy Birthday, Friedman," he murmurs, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he finishes off the cupcake.

Setting the empty wrapper aside, David makes his way back to the bedroom, his heart swelling with affection as he watches you sleep soundly in his bed. With careful movements, he slips under the covers beside you, his tall frame enveloping you in a comforting embrace.

As he settles in beside you, David's thoughts drift to the future, to the possibilities that lay ahead for both of you. But for now, in this moment, all he wants is to savor the feeling of your warmth against his, to bask in the contentment that fills the air around you.

With a soft kiss pressed to your forehead, David whispers one final wish into the darkness of the room. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he wraps an arm around you, holding you close as sleep claims him once more.