#detective loki

this shit is frying meeee lmaooo😭 not only did I post my first David Loki piece today but the dogsitting part is taking me out.

Look at my dawg bro

the aspects of dating Detective Loki that no one wants to talk about:

headcanons

- David is a lone wolf. He only ever had himself with nobody looking out for him especially as a kid. With a dark past like his, trusting people wasn’t one of his core strengths. Of course he had colleagues he trusted on the job but the kind of deep, loving, unconditional trust was something he really struggled with. It would be nearly impossible to get that man to open up and let his guard down. It would take a lot of patience and reassurance.

- This man is workkk oriented asf. Once he gets his brain focused on work there’s no getting him back. This becomes especially hard whenever there’s a tough case he needs to solve… like.. you’re not seeing this guy for days hun. You’re lucky if he comes home to sleep for 2-4 hours at all. On top of that, being a detective means always having to be ready for a call. This man might have to come into work during date nights, birthdays, anything. Of course he gets time off as well but he finds it hard to switch off that beautiful brain of his.

- as a result of his terrible work-life balance, he is riddled with guilt when it comes to his relationships. Hence why he never really planned on having one at this point in his life. Having to watch you stay up late every night waiting for him to come home, the amount of times he’s stood you up because of work, constantly thinking about a case instead of giving you his undivided attention… it was killing him. He knew you deserved better and even though you reassured him all the time it didn’t do much.

- Loki would probably come home with injuries every now and then. It wasn’t too common of an occurrence but it did happen. His back and arms definitely carried some battle scars and his body was one rigid block of tense muscle. This made you worry some days. You didn’t want to see him hurt.

- the things this man has seen have definitely affected him in one way or another. There are nights where he struggles to sleep, days where he struggles with physical touch and moments of deep sorrow or anger. He does well trying to keep whatever happens at work seperate from his personal life… but he is only human after all. Being exposed to horrible things like that definitely takes a toll on someone.

- Another thing that might cause friction within the relationship is his tendency to be overprotective. Even though it’s usually something you find incredibly sweet and something you appreciate because it’s a display of how much care he has for you .. there have been times where it becomes too much. Working in law enforcement this man knows the statistics, he has seen what happens to people - women especially- with his own eyes. Nothing scares him more than any of those things happening to you. So sometimes he becomes overbearing, not wanting you to go certain places, being worried about you leaving the house when it’s dark. He would never forbid you from doing anything but he’ll try to talk you out of it.

- one word STRESS. As I mentioned earlier, David is constantly thinking about work. This causes him to be high strung and on edge on his worst days. You might feel like you’re walking on eggshells sometimes but it’s mostly due to you not wanting to cause him more stress rather than him actually taking it out on you. This also takes a toll on his libido a lottt of the time.

- detective Loki’s brain works through logic. That’s what makes him the perfect detective after all. It does, however, hinder him at being emotionally attentive especially during arguments. There are times when facts blindside him from how things might emotionally affect you. He forgets that feelings can be hurt even if it wasn’t caused on purpose or by his wrongdoings. When he’s hurt he might be prone to shutting down his emotions completely, making you unaware of how he actually feels.

- and lastly, his perfectionism. Dave is harder on himself than anyone should ever be. He strives for that flawless record at work and for being the perfect partner at home. Unfortunately, that causes him to put a lot of pressure on himself even when it comes to being with you. He feels like he needs to earn his position in your life constantly which makes the guilt part worse. When things go wrong he beats himself up for it….

Oh, it's s self-own.

His reaction suggests Loki is realizing he was born in the same year.

It's also an establishing character moment.

He's a detective who believes in astrology. He sometimes makes connections that aren't there--leaps of logic that are just unfortunate coincidences.

Also it implies he knows exactly when and where he was born so he can be certain enough about which astrological signs to get tattooed.

(From the order they're tattooed maybe it's Leo Sun, Scorpio Moon, Taurus Rising, Virgo Venus...)

Which suggests he knows where and to who he was born or at least who his mother is before he lost his family (whether he was abandoned or ran away or was kidnapped himself).

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.“