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Hey there, Boo! Can I get some ai art-generated Incubus Loki and Werewolf Loki?
Also, here's some Loki for u xx
Heeeey dear!!! There were so fun to make!!!! But, in all honesty I had no idea how to make a werewolf and have him look like him lol so I improvised.....🥰
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Nora gets Loki out of Hell, the fun way.
18+ absolutely. This way to filth. Tags available on AO3.
I want to thank @caffiend-queen for listening to my whining about this chapter (which I am still doing, but on the inside) as well as giving me two lines to use as inspiration when I needed it :
These marks were unnecessary but they're here to remind you of who you belong to.
Couple that with a teenage-level sexual frustration...
The lemure, fallen souls, and lesser devils that made up Loki’s court now all turned their gaze to the witch where she again stood before Loki’s throne. He could see that they trembled and dripped and stifled whimpers of want by biting down on themselves or each other.
Over boundless time the pressure of his own punishment had turned them into a kind of extension of his own self. As he knew no satisfaction, as he was punished not so much for his betrayal of his fellow angels but for his contempt for the weakness of the flesh, they too, those who betrayed for lust, who harmed others for their own needs, were incapable of being satisfied.
Except…
Except there were rumors.
Rumors that the reason their Prince had not returned to rule them with the firmest hand and hardest cock was that somewhere, somehow, someone had mastered his ungovernable thirst, comforted the deep ache that sank from his balls to his heart, offered solace to the inconsolable grief that was the life of a devil, showered peace upon him, placed a cool hand upon his demonic fire and a warm touch on his angelic chill, and most of all, most impossibly, most terrifyingly, made him come.
They stared from the witch to Loki.
They stared from Loki to the witch.
Their Prince, his horns glowing black with heat, smiled at the witch, his forked tongue flickering out to scent the air, “I can taste you, even through the revolting miasma of these foul things, my witch. Salt and rosemary and wet cunt.”
He placed a long, taloned hand over his thigh, and drummed the tips of those claws along the seam of the suede leggings that tapered off where his goat’s leg started at the knee.
There was the silence of a held gasp. Each tap was terribly soft and clearly heard.
His phallus strained the thin leather, looking more naked for being barely covered. Each hard, irregular ridge of it was perfectly visible and several of the court were unable to restrain themselves. Crawling on their bellies, begging at his hooves.
Loki used them as he might a carpet, to not soil himself with the filthy stone floor, walking across their backs, his sinuous body moving impossibly, and he towered over the witch, having to lean down to stare into her eyes, smiling.
“You’ve come to fetch me home.” It was not a question.
“Yes.”
He stood to his full height, slowly rubbing circles on his flat belly with the pads of his fingers, “But I am soooo full of the lustful frustration of my darling court,” here he turned and ran the tip of a claw up the cheek of a grey-skinned female demon, drawing blood and making her fall to the ground, humping the air, “I fear I could not make the climb back to the human world.”
His touch circled lower and he teasingly brushed the head of his cock, so it jumped and strained and grew harder so that the very tip peaked from the waist of his trews and he slowly lapped up the blood from the demon’s face off his claw. Head falling back, Loki’s mouth opened in a wide grin as he pinched himself.
One black pearl of sperm rolled down the fingers of his pinching, teasing hand and splattered to the ground and five lemure fought over the right to lick it up.
The witch didn’t look away. Instead, she reached out and grabbed that pinching hand, opening it flat. On the palm was a scar, a thick curve, the opening to facing left, with a crossing piece near the top, all serifed, made by a devilish claw. The Enochian symbol that most closely translated to the Latin script N.
“Do you remember when you made this, husband? It was after all eight of the Erotes showed up to seduce you en mass, you carved this into your own hand so that no matter how many beautiful Greek love gods were fluttering around you with their dicks out you would remember. At the time I thought you were just being dramatic, that these marks were unnecessary but they're here to remind you of who you belong to. Me.”
The court all reared back, a rather maidenly gasp coming from them all at once. The rumors were true.
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Nora knew where this was going.
It was going where everything went with Loki. This time it was going there on a bullet train, complete with other passengers
Even as she was surrounded by the demons, lost souls, and… other things that made up the prisoners of Loki’s little corner of hell it was as if they were alone together. That was their little trick, a trick that survived Loki’s newest shape change into an eight foot tall pure demon, that when they wanted to be alone they would be even in a crowd. Just her, and him, and who they were together.
She needed to believe that, otherwise she was going to be stuck in this little corner of Hell for hundreds of years with Loki and his toys and it was going to suck. In the bad way. Because everything here was bad. The smell, the decor, and couple that with a teenage-level sexual frustration that was the constant state of every creature who lived in the Abyss, and it was going to be very hard for even Nora to maintain her typical good nature and sense of humor.
There was nothing for it. She was going to have to fuck Loki right out of Hell, even if it was in front of an audience, which meant she had to be very much in control.
Looking at him, fully demon in a way that he could not manifest in the human world, Nora found herself trying to concentrate on that being in control business. Or on anything.
As he was, familiar and utterly alien at once, perfuming the air with musk-like incense, like himself, impossibly different, frightening in a way he had never been, never could be, when in the human world. Her husband and a stranger.
Beautiful and weird and disturbing and comforting.
Both of whom she could do anything she wanted to.
Nora wanted many things.
Her nipples were painfully tight, her cunt swollen to aching, her own frustration at the situation and at her desire to lower herself on that highly inhuman cock and rock back and forth as well as her annoyance at once again not being able to spend a quiet Halloween at home, and the heavy, yet racing beat of her heart timed with the same beat from between her legs made her want to bite something.
So she lifted the massive hand, with its long claws and its extra joints, sucked two of the fingers, still wet with black sperm that tasted of smoke and cardamom, her own eyes rolling back as they traced over her tongue and then bit. Hard. Hard enough to make Loki moan, hard enough to make a whining sound of frenzy and fury rise amongst his thralls, hard enough to draw blood that tasted like port wine and poison.
Hard enough that her husband fisted through her hair, lifted her so her legs found the place they longed to be wrapped about his waist, and stared into her eyes, his own glowing with a heat beyond red, beyond blue, burning with black Hellfire.
“Bad girl. I know you can bite harder.”
They were on his throne, and Loki was coiled about her, his long body letting him enwrap her entirely so she was being touched everywhere.
His arms had extra joints.
His new, extra-long arms had extra joints!
For whatever reason, that got into Nora’s head and wouldn’t stop repeating itself. The extra movement in the hips, the cloven hooves, even the new cock were within the realm of what she would expect from her Incubus, and certainly the fingers too. Loki was all about style and range of motion, and while yes - her brain spun as she felt his arms coil about her impossibly - this was an increased range of motion it was also too far beyond human for her vain husband.
The hand she wasn’t alternately sucking on and making a chew toy of entered her from the front, scratching its way between their bellies and then her legs, not teasing, not toying, thrusting in, his claws making his fingers like a spade, and had she not been ready it would have hurt, Nora knew that. But though it didn’t, it was invasive, unfamiliar because those fingers were now long and impossibly jointed to match his arms.
Using those unnatural joints and his already unnatural strength, he turned her, so she faced the crowd, his muscled thighs spreading her legs.
Enveloping black flames rolled down her body, turning her clothing, other than her boots, into ash. The fire took its time, stroking her with an unsatisfying thoroughness that left Nora humping his generous hand, unable to stop herself.
The crowd cooed and moaned and wailed.
Nora froze, and Loki made a hrumphing noise, then spoke calmly. “Set your faces silently to the earth.”
As one the assembled crowd of monsters, the damned, and demons all fell face down and didn’t move again.
“There, little witch,” and Nora did feel rather small, for if her Fallen Angel husband was tall, her Demon Lover was out of human proportion, “they can hear, they can smell, but they cannot see. Does that ease you?”
He crooned and nuzzled, and licked a fine line as he continued her undoing.
Enwrapped impossibly, she could not evade the other hand that now slithered from her mouth and wrapped about her neck from behind so the claws on that hand pricked the spot where his hoof had pierced the soft place under her chin.
At the same moment, the nails on the hand within her scratched gently, abrading across every especially tender spot in her cunt, so that she could feel it even after he had moved on to the next. Unable to stop herself she tried to jump, to squirm.
“Now, now, witch,” the hell-fire of his breath blew hot enough to be cold against her ear, “you will damage yourself if you don’t. Stay. Still.” His arms wrapped harder, anchoring her against him, his cock split her behind so it nestled hard against her, throbbing against her asshole, and his tail reaching about so the fine point of its tip stroked her clit softly and barely, like it was an irritable kitten it was hoping to gentle.
The wet dripped out of her, falling past his hand where it hissed on the hot ground. Nora felt far from gentle, being touched so little yet so insistently, unable to do anything to get more pressure or less, enduring as her muscles clenched and sweat soaked her, and him. The hair on his legs scratched and tickled, his tongue, forked and impossibly long, teased into her ears with a shallow fucking motion.
Turning her head, he kissed her, that tongue stroking the overly sensitive skin inside of her lips until it was unbearable and then snaked farther and farther until she was suckling on it as if it were as sweet as his cock.
His tail rewarded her with sharp, rhythmic taps that matched her suck.
Her one hand was free enough to dig into his side, with still enough fine salt dusting her fingers to hurt beautifully, making Loki hiss into her mouth, his tongue slithering away so he could speak.
“How many places shall I take you?”
Nora shook her head, hard. The delicious, overwhelming desire, need, hunger, drive, craving, wanting, starvation that Loki had always woven through her, through them, was weak fucking tea compared to what was going on now. Not merely because of the changes in his body, the overactive Incubus pheromones, or the resonance echoing from the ever-unfulfilled passions that made up his court.
Though none of that helped.
Biting down on her own lower lip until the salt of her blood filled her mouth, through which she whispered a few lines of a song from The Wave Pictures ( I used to be the most argumentative little man/ I used to be argumentative and I still am… ) as an incantation that gave her back enough brain to say -
“I’m the one taking.”
The words splattered a bit of her blood on his lovely face, with them her intent.
Loki was infinitely more powerful than she was, especially so in Hell. Or would have been, if not for that mark on his hand. The mark he’d insisted on, no doubt for fearing moments just like this.
He licked his lips clean of her blood, and the sigil on his hand flared with white fire and his back arched and his pupils dilated past his glowing red corneas, turning the whole of his eyes black with the need to see more of her. When his eyes were like that Nora was reasonably sure he could see her soul. His arms loosened just enough that she could turn, to straddle him, her knees digging painfully into the carved metal of his throne, her wet barely teasing the head of his cock.
Even seated, he was so tall that Nora had to reach up a little to grasp his horns. They scorched her hands, the pain breathtaking, making her cunt clench for want of anything to hold.
Loki’s talons sunk into the arms of his throne, the metal shrieking.
“Beg me,” Nora said. Or she thought she did. She couldn’t get enough air to speak.
Instead, Loki being as stubborn as she was, jerked his hips up and impaled her.
Now she truly didn’t have any air, all of it forced out of her as Loki’s hips, his unnatural muscles, caused his torso to ripple and wave, making his cock move impossibly within her. That cock, no longer the one she knew and had worshiped and played with and mastered over and over, already strangely shaped now seemed to…
It was…
It was reforming within her. Ridges and whorls and bumps forming in places where she hadn’t known she needed them, where she probably hadn’t needed until she came to his demesne. Growing to the point of being unbearable, thick enough that she was forced to spread impossibly wider, even as it pushed so deep she now rested on his thighs, holding on for dear life as he moved like a snake on meth.
And silent.
If there was no greater proof that he was altered it was that he’d been quiet for well over ten minutes. The demon in him was holding on for dear life.
This wasn’t either the melting pleasure or the fiery wildness they shared, or any of the other million variations between them. This was a lust that came from having nothing like satisfaction. Every stroke within her, deep or shallow, in an impossible rhythm, made her burn and writhe and the sound of their bodies together was obscene and violent.
Yet all of it not quite enough to get either of them off. As was the way of Hell.
His eyes stared off at some empty place that Nora knew was really inside of him.
In retaliation she ground down, her clit punishing itself on the silky hair and hard muscle above his cock, her mouth capturing his, kissing him hard, making him kiss her, not just fuck her mouth with that amazing tongue, making him look at her with those black eyes.
For a moment, she thought he couldn’t see her.
The pleasure rose within her, and rose and rose, growing to agony. By the gritting of his fangs and the spittal at the corner of his mouth, Loki wasn’t in much better shape. The only difference is it wouldn’t kill him.
She pulled his horns, which spat and sizzled with Hellfire, the sparks catching his hair which burned but did not char and when she whispered his name, with soft love and little desperation, he saw her. Once again, in those perfectly black eyes, she saw Loki.
“Nora…”
He saw her, too.
His tail snaked around both of them, wrapping them together over and over, a sweet bit of bondage made cheeky, made Loki by that hard tip finding a way to tease her nipples.
“I am going to take us home, my love,” each word was pushed out of her by the impact of his cock bottoming out in her, “now.”
With the words ‘us’ and ‘home’ and ‘my’ and ‘love’ Loki, demon prince, King of the Sex Demons, trembled. And that tremble, that sweet weakness that belonged to her alone, fluttered and juttered and throbbed through Nora and she ground down harder and completely and came, begging and babbling and all but falling off except they were so tightly bound.
Loki’s head whipped up, to stare at her with astonishment, the rarest thing from her jaded lover. A gasp, like the sound of wildfire, crossed through the members of his court, their faces still kissing the ground.
“That’s right,” she nodded to him, kissing him through the rest of her orgasm, while in that tiny space between them that allowed all but no motion she rode him, with implacable purpose and taking his face in her hands, staring at his beauty and his strangeness, Nora watched Loki give himself utter over to her.
When he finished, weak and smiling with an open mouth, Loki kissed her nose, and leaned his forehead to hers.
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Like that they stayed, silent and smiling, forehead to forehead, as Pandemonium failed to ensue about them.
Loki gently rubbed his nose against Nora’s, and then her cheek, and down her neck, burying himself in the well of her shoulder as he every muscle unlock and soften, holding her closer, more tenderly and yet somehow, in one of those mysteries of love that he was still unable to understand, somehow more firmly for that tenderness.
Nora touched his cheek, “Say something.”
“What?”
“Anything, You aren’t you without running commentary.”
“My treasure, my sweet witch, are you saying that I talk too much? Because I can assure you that there have been Maharajahs who have begged for me to even clear my throat for them. Peter the Great once threatened to behead an entire village if I stopped reciting a five-thousand-stanza poem I wrote about stonemasonry. He was quite passionate on the topic. The High Priestess of Fallen Ur once walked barefoot through the desert to have me tell her every one of my thoughts and feelings on the best type of honey. And its best uses,” he dropped his voice, “of course.”
“Of course,” she laughed.
He pulled her closer, should closer have been possible.
Even as he did so, Loki was aware, around the sound of his own voice, that the Pandemonium had not merely failed to ensure, but something else was happening entirely. Peeking over Nora’s shoulder he saw that the members of his court were all still on the ground as he had ordered them, but they were no longer rock still, noses pressed to the filthy earth, trying to still their trembles of desire.
They were…
Asleep.
Every lost soul, demon, lemure, damned creature, and day-tripping Goth was sleeping.
With smiles of relief on their faces.
It was impossible. No one was allowed to sleep in Hell. More than that, for all intents and purposes sleep, or even rest, did not exist as achievable states within the Fiery Pit. His own torment meant Lucifer could not so much as close His burning eyes, let alone achieve a bit of comforting oblivion.
And if the Bossman didn’t sleep, neither could anyone else.
Loki was inclined to believe that the chief reason that the members of the Infernal Host didn’t mind being summoned by humans was that being in the Realms of Man meant they could catch 40 winks now and then. In his case, as one of the Fallen, he’d only been able to roll over and go to sleep since Nora, but he’s always enjoyed lounging about in bed despite that.
But now….
Oh now….
Not only were the members of his court blissfully snoring away - well, not actually snoring, since none of them breathed but the metaphor was good - but Loki was aware of how far the sleeping quiet stretched out. Far beyond the iron doors of his redoubt and deep into caverns of Dis and further.
“Uh, oh.”
“What?” Nora asked, turning to look, wincing slightly since he was still in her and she had to be raw.
“Do you remember when we fucked Chicago to a standstill?”
“Best snow day ever,” she said. Then she turned back to look at him, wide-eyed, “No!”
Loki looked into her bright brown eyes and nodded, knowing he should be concerned but not able to stop himself from smiling and nodding with pure arrogance, “Oh, yes. Yes, we did. Everyone is asleep, everyone is having a moment of rest. Of respite. Thanks to the dare I say halo effect from your magnificent cunt.”
“Oh, man…” carefully extricating herself from him with more winces and groans, Nora stood, her boots echoing loudly in the unnatural silence. “We better get out of here before we get in trouble.”
Loki wanted to laugh at that, but she was right, or rather, belatedly right. They were already in terrible trouble. For one, it was rather well past his expiration date for leaving Hell. He was stuck in his little corner of the Pit for nearly a millennium, maybe more. Even worse, asleep as the Damned and the Damners may be, there was one creature other than the two of them that was awake within Perdition.
“Gelusael.”
The voice was not loud, for it needed not to be. Had Loki blood in his veins rather than ichor it might have frozen solid or burned away to steam. Since the Fall only Nora had called him by his true name and hearing it in the voice of a fellow Angel was an agony that he refused to show.
“Is that… Lucifer?” Nora asked, not turning to look towards the now open door to his throne room, but covering herself with an arm across her breasts and a hand shielding her sex. Her short hair drifted in the cold winds that came from those opened doors and, debauched and smudged and covered in red marks and bruises from their attentions to each other, her eyes resolute, she was more beautiful than he could bear.
Loki flicked his eyes over her, dressing her in her favorite plain black dress and a witches hat with a brim broad enough to shield her from the sight of heaven, had it not been too late for that.
“I wish. Lucy’d be a piece of piss by comparison.”
Turning on his heel, and changing into a pine velvet court suit from the 18th century since it would best show off his cloven hooves - which he found he had rather missed once he had them back, though they did limit one’s choice of shoe - he took off his feather trimmed tricorn and executed a bow elaborate enough to be insulting.
“Welcome to Hell, Michael,” he said to his Brother Angel, “I haven’t seen you since you tossed me out of heaven. How was the trip?”
The Golden Favoritest Boy of their Father (after pretty Lucy had become such a disappointment) frowned mightily, “I have words for you Gelusael. Words that cannot be spoken in this place.”
Nora moved next to Loki, and took his hand.
Lifting his spear, he tapped the butt end down, the visible waves of sound echoing and echoing and echoing through the slumbering Caverns of Gahanna. And when they fell silent, they were standing in the living room of Nora’s little bungalow, having missed Halloween yet again.
Incubus!Loki and the rest of the Gang will be back in A Grimoire for the Holidays. See you then....
Let me know if you are interested in being added to my taglist!
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Presenting, an Incubus Loki fic: A Demon’s Curse
“Who are you,” she whispered again, growing weak in the knees, throbbing intensely between her legs, because he was right; he did have an effect on her body and she couldn’t control it... but she also didn’t want that control any longer. Every nerve in her body lit up when he touched her and she wanted to throw herself into the current so badly, his current. She wanted to give in to every last temptation he enticed her with, night, after torturous night. She wanted to experience every last nasty act he promised.
“You already know my name, and very soon, you will be screaming it.” He had audacity, that’s for sure. Although cocky was never her thing, it fit him nicely. “Then what are you?” At that question, his eyes flashed an iridescent green and his nostrils flared. One hand flew to her throat, each talon-like finger imprinting against her throat, and the other roughly grabbed her breast. “I am your inner demon. I am your new master. I am Loki.”
Coming to frostbitten_written on AO3 in October 2022
#loki#Avengers#avengers loki#incubus#incubus fiction#incubus loki#halloween fic#loki smut#loki x original female character#loki x female reader smut#loki x female reader#loki x f!reader#loki x oc#loki x original character#loki x ofc#Tom Hiddleston
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Caffiend’s Supremely Spooky As Fuck Halloween Reading Recommendations
I’ve been re-reading this glorious mixup from @nildespirandum in honor of Halloween, and this is hands-down the sexiest spooky thing she’s written.
A Hex of Infinite Binding is the beginning of a glorious series resolving around a clever witch named Nora and...
Incubus Loki.
You heard me. Who would possibly be a better Incubus than that gorgeous, sexy bastard Loki? You can picture him with the black wings, the leather pants, a pierced nipple... Where was I? Anyway! This is to die for, and the story will put you in the proper mood for All Hallow’s Eve.
Caffiend’s Spooky As Fuck Halloween Recommendation Masterlist
image credit: Loki’s Veil
Alerting mutuals who I think might be interested, please let me know if you’d like on or off this list. Thank you!
@nonsensicalobsessions
@albinotigerpython
@oldenoughtobeyourmama
@chezdricks
@noseyrosey1597
@before-we-get-started
@mizzzpink
@patzammit
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@emmabarnes
@brightsunanddarkmidnight2-0
@heavenly1927
@learisa
@that-one-gay-girl
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#Incubus Loki#Caffiend's Supremely Spooky As Fuck Halloween Reading#Wonderful sexy Halloween reading about Loki
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I just spent the day reading @nildespirandum 's
Literally all day. This is so damn hot. I loved the incubus/angel Loki angle and Nora the witch so dang much!
10/10 recommend for a truly deliciously smutty, sweet, hot as hell (pun intended) read.
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This absolute winner of a house is up on Zillow at the moment and I can't help but feel this is exactly what incubus Loki as created by @nildespirandum would decorate Nora's house like if she left him alone in it for even 20mins unsupervised:
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//reconfig | Loki
“No compassion, no pity, just cold efficiency
An automaton of vengeance, a harbinger of mortality”
#warframe#warframe captura#loki warframe#loki prime#loki verv#loki verv skin#loki incubus helmet#verv prime gaming#rubico verv#afuris verv
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Hello! I'm delighted to read that you still have a tomhiddlestonsoundalike audio file, and would love a copy of it :) (If you would still like to share it, that is, I can give you my email next)
Hello there! Sincerest apologies for the delayed response. If you’d still like the file you can download it from this Dropbox link. It might be handier than email but if you’d rather go with that just let me know :) enjoy!
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this song's playing in the background of my little writing cave right now which means smuffy moments are happening 😩😩
i might finally finish part 2 of summoned tonight y'all 🥹🥹
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Hey guys, I'm Mussette or Thatweirdgothgirl. Aaaand I'm a witch/filmmaker!
I work with demons and nonhuman spirits, practice eclectic magic, and (currently) pay homage to my deities: Santa Muerte, Persephone, Artemis, and Loki.
I collect crystals, herbs, and jars lol
And horror and scriptwriting are my jam.
Gimme a follow if any of this vibes with ya or you have and questions be it about me or my practice or need a spell!
#witch#witchcraft#witch community#demonology#demonolatry#demons#santa muerte#persephone#loki norse mythology#artemis#incubus#spirits#spellwork
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Valentines video for My Spouses and Spirit Companions 😇😈💞
#demon spouse#personal#godspouse#king asmodeus#lucifer#gaurdian demons#incubus companion#king bael#duke focalor#loki and i#orpheus#valentines day#demon queen#valkyrie#archangel gabriel#archangel michael#infernal divine#norse gods#greek gods
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For Kinktober. Tags on AO3. Absolutely 18+.
Part of this series - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1179989
Incubus Loki and his witchy wife have a very naughty anniversary
Ignoring the order given to her to stay still, Nora pushed her sopping hair away from her eyes, wiped the back of her hand on her wet lower lip, and looked up.
“You are a very contrary creature, witch.”
The voice was as clean and smooth as the facet of a diamond, save a little purr at the end. As if it was pleased that she has been disobedient. Or, rather, as there would be pleasures to be found because she had disobeyed.
The dim light from candle sconces high on the walls that had been carved too straight and too true out of black stone did Nora’s merely human eyesight the favor of leaving most of the demonic creatures that writhed in perfect silence around the massive space to her imagination
Or perhaps not. Her imagination had always been a bit too wild for the good of her sanity, particularly at the moment. That she could see the suggestions of motion, could smell the musky, smoky, meaty funk coming from them, feel the rising temperature from body heat and bodies in heat, made her mind fill in all sorts of terrible details that may or may not have been worse than the reality that was only barely visible to her in the reddish air.
Worse, she hoped silently, I really hope what I am thinking is way worse.
The only properly illuminated spot was where the Master of the Revels sat, where she kneeled before him.
Lounging upon a throne made of rusted iron and bones of things that Nora couldn’t name and draped with a thick, black fur, he leaned forward, one elbow resting on a right knee that was unnaturally far spread from the left, while his back was bowed forward slightly too far. As if his hips, his pelvis, and his spine were subtly different than that of other human ish beings, as if to allow for wider ranges of motion than were typical.
His head cocked to the left to take her in. Very far to the left, again, showing a more than typical range of possible movements. Unblinking, he lifted and stretched out his left leg very, very slowly, so she could see each effortless play of muscle in his bare, pale blue torso, in his thigh that was covered in thin leather. Not needing to stretch, his legs being very long, eventually, after enough time that Nora’s knees hurt, her entire body ached in conflicting ways, the tip of his shining, cloven hoof touched the soft place under her chin, lifting it higher, prouder, until she had to raise herself up, so her knees barely touched the ground to keep from being pierced.
Twisting his ankle from side to side he turned her face to the left and right, humming a bit.
A bit of blood, no more than a thread’s width, rolled down her neck and down his hoof.
Her thighs burned.
“You are not the prettiest witch I’ve had on her knees, yet you are fetching. In your way.”
In that beautiful voice, now smoky with thoughtfulness, what he said was both an insult and a compliment.
Quicker than a viper, he pulled his leg back and Nora fell onto her hands, barely catching herself before her lips brushed the place where his lower, goat’s leg met his hoof.
The rough stone floor scraped her palms.
That was it. She was irked now.
Standing up, arms akimbo - and hiding a wince from those abraided palms slapping onto her hips - Nora met his burning eyes. “Alright, Loki, can we stop fucking around and go home now?”
He laughed, not the low, ratcheting laugh she knew but an opened-mouthed howl of cruel mirth. “Oh, little witch, the ‘fucking around’ never stops here,” he waved a loose hand about at the masses. “At least, until those doing the fucking stop entirely.”
It wasn’t a little game, she realized then.
“Oh for Gods’ sakes! What is this? Memory loss? Wasn’t this bad enough when it happened to me?”
The laughter stopped, “I don’t care for that kind of language, my little wife,” he snapped.
Not memory loss, then. Something weirder.
Something worse.
In that same instant of realization, all of the sounds from around her that had been silenced by his earlier command recommenced. Moaning, gasping, slapping, screaming, crying, begging, pleading, wet sounds, impact sounds, broken sounds, sounds that she feared what made them and other sounds where she feared even more what caused them, deafened her but even above that discordance, Loki’s unraised voice was perfectly clear.
“Take her.”
Nora couldn’t count the number of hands that pulled her into the mass of bodies.
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Three days earlier…
It was almost Halloween, a time of both celebration and trepidation in Loki and Nora’s household.
Halloween had brought them together, more than once. They had fallen in love on Halloween, or at least had consummated the part of their relationship that had gone from physical to metaphysical. Nora had proposed to him on Halloween. They had married on Halloween.
Yet it had also caused any number of problems for them. Loki’s failed return to his pre-lapsed state. Nora’s near-permanent memory loss. That thing with the goblins… The fire. The other thing with the other goblins…
The last few years had been peaceful enough. No unwanted visitors or burning. Just far too much candy since sadly for Nora, most of the children in their neighborhood were too afraid to come to their door, even with the enticement of full-sized chocolate bars and elaborate little Japanese toys for the allergic, a few witchy rituals, and a great deal of slow, ceremonial sex magic in the flickering glow of the horror movie marathon Loki personally curated every year.
There was no better version of Dracula , or even Night of the Living Dead , than the ones that had been given his special touch.
That very peacefulness was what gave Loki pause. The two sides of his being both believed that on a day of questionable omen if things had gone well for a certain frame of time then it was a certainty that they would also go wrong for an equal frame of time.
Or worse, they would make up the difference all at once.
Nora had waved away his concerns, mostly because it was a busy time of year for her and the Witch’s council and she had asked him to decorate, probably to keep him occupied so he would not brood or worry. As if he were unaware of her pitiful attempt at subterfuge, and as if he could not brood and worry and design perfect decor all at once.
What manner of creature did she think she was married to?
Still, Loki thought as he sat down for a well-deserved rest after letting his angelic half go mad with cleaning and decorating their bungalow for All Hallow’s Eve, it was their anniversary and that alone meant that even though he knew he was right he also knew they needed to celebrate.
A glass of purple-red wine appeared in his hand as Loki surveilled his good work.
He’d chosen a mid-century theme this year, which meant entirely new furniture, with a half-circle sofa of black with orange pillows, a kidney-shaped coffee table covered with a few pillar candles and a streamlined sculpture of a cat with an arched-back carved from obsidian. The thick center rug was patterned with a few large, fall leaves broken down to geometric shapes and matched the curtains.
Here and there a jack-o-lantern carved with wicked faces dotted the various surfaces, a drinks cart was entwined with bat wings, and around the ceiling were perfectly straight lines of lights shaped like classic ghosts. Even the tv had been replaced with a Philco-tv, though of a size never dreamt of in the era of the cathode-ray tube.
Loki snapped his fingers at it and the Vampira show - unseen by mortal eyes since 1954 - flicked on. Now there was a woman he rather missed having the opportunity to pleasure, back when his cock was available to anyone other than Nora.
Upstairs he could hear Nora enacting a ritual over Zoom, her low, musical voice perfuming the air. Out of doors, the scent of leaf fires and the tossing of brightly bedecked tree branches pleased the angelic side of him, whilst the idea of dressing his treasured witch in Vampira’s costume and fucking her against the cabinet hi-fi whilst -
There was a knock at the door.
A single knock.
Firm. Not loud. Not heavy. On the wood and not the glass.
Loki stood and turned towards the door which swung open.
Nothing was on the other side of it.
Not the porch, not the yard, nothing and nothing within that nothing, which he calmly strolled into, the door closing behind him.
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“Who was th-”
Nora stopped on the stairs, almost falling as her tennis shoes skidded on their weirdly slick surface.
She grabbed the railing. It was freezing.
More than freezing, it was covered in ice.
She thought she’d heard someone at the door while they were at the highest point of the ritual. If they were a normal household it might have been kids fucking around in anticipation of the holiday, but not even the brattiest kids or annoying or dangerous ones in their neighborhood came to their door. It could have been a delivery, with their seventh anniversary approaching they’d been getting a lot of packages.
No one they knew in the mystical world wanted to miss a chance to suck up either one of them.
The living room, which Loki had almost been done decorating when she went upstairs, was freezing cold. Far colder than it was outside. Cold enough that a thin rime of frost covered the windows, the floor, every surface, stepping into the living room even the rug crunched under her feet.
Everything was gray with frost and the room felt empty despite the evidence of Loki’s work.
“Loki?”
She called out, going into the kitchen.
He was not there either. But the frost was. And that empty feeling, even though Claire the Cat had been sleeping on the kitchen table. She woke with a stretch, then yowled at the cold and jumped into Nora’s arms, burrowing into her sweater.
“Loki?” Nora called out again, even though she knew she wouldn’t be answered.
Pulling out one of the chairs from under the table, the sound of its legs cutting through the frost loud in the empty-feeling space, Nora sat down hard and hugged Claire to her, telling her everything would be fine.
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A Demon’s Curse, a two part Halloween fic...
Preview of Part 1 (Incubus!Loki):
“You’ve awoken me,” his smooth, masculine voice purred to life. Kanika could neither wake up nor pinpoint its origination, but she was immediately drawn to it. The voice, let alone its presence, operated akin to surround sound. The sound was everywhere, in every corner of her mind, and there was no escape. “I cannot find you. Where are you? How did I wake you up?”
Deep sonorous laughter rumbled throughout the space, surrounding her body and psyche. The sound touched her in all of the right places, lighting up the erogenous zones in her body.
“Who are you? I can’t see you!” Her negligee suddenly felt tighter, her nipples peaked and her skin prickled to attention.
“You will… soon enough, darling. Your impatience brings me great joy and your receptivity will get you far.”
Part 1 coming to frostbitten_written on AO3 on October 26, 2022
Part 2 coming to frostbitten_written on AO3 on October 28, 2022
(What I originally thought was going to be a one shot turned into a two part story! I got carried away while writing... it happens to the best of us, right? 😉)
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Rumor has it that there might be another chapter of Incubus!Loki coming soon...
A Summoning From the Depths - @nildespirandum
If you’ve not started this gem of a smutty Incubus Loki - unfortunately back in Hel and looking like he might stay there - then this is the time to catch up. I have never wanted to be one of the Eternally Damned before, but if I get to roll around at Loki’s throne, I’m re-thinking my position.
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An Short NSFW Drabble where Loki is an Incubus who kidnaps a random guy, Tsubasa Connor, but later finds out that the human actually likes being kidnapped by a demon and wishes to be with him, please?
((Hello anon, hope your well today. I think I can write something for you but give me a moment please. As I did say these will be slow just like the other Drabble requests too. But I got something.))
Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom
"Well, that was easy for the night. I finally got something to eat after a bit. And brother said I couldn't do it." Incubus Loki was proud of himself being able to find something. Though, he always knew Thor was able to get anyone. Now Loki could.
"But, I will need to insure I don't drain this human dry.." he knew that but he will do his best. With a smile, he looks to see the nervous human but at first he knew he would be shocked.
"Now little human. I know you might be scared of me but don't worry. I won't take too much. Just a bit....I bet you taste delicious.." Loki tease ready to have his meal but stops noticing the expression on the human's face.
It was not of shock and fear but...wait, was he love struck?!
"......"
"Human? Are you alright?" He asked looking down at him but Tsubasa had a nosebleed not able to talk. As Loki snaps his fingers in front of the other, Tsu snaps out of it and said this;
"Please take me away with you!" he begs that Loki blinks.
"Wait..what?" he asked.
"I wish to be yours forever master. Please take me!" he begs blushing red that Loki blinks not expecting this. Humans tend to be scared of demons and weird creatures, this one loved them! Well, this got Tsu to even smile.
"This is new. You really wish to be taken away from here little human? Though, what would you do if you wished to stay.." he asked curious of his answer.
"A..Anything. I'll do anything for you. Even if it means for you to do what you wish with me. Dress me up in anything, play with me, eat. Anything! I..I'll do it just please. Let me go with you." he even snuggled against his chest making Loki blush. Yeah, this was way too easy.
With a sigh, he looks to him. "Well, since you asked so nicely...alright then. I'll go ahead and take you with me. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine." he smiled as Tsu felt like he was in love happily nuzzling into Loki's pecs.
#OOC#scattered silver rose petals#ask answered#mun answered#silver butterfly mun#peahen mom#the mansion owner#incubus!loki#human!tsubasa#anon#resort fantasy book#peahen writer
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steve rogers x poc!reader headcanons
steve rogers x m!reader (enemies? to lovers)
bucky barnes.
soft sub!bucky x dom!reader
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tony stark.
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fingering ftm!tony in public
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tony surprising you with lingerie
steve rogers.
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sentimental sex with steve
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insecure ftm!steve grant
ftm!steven grant
more ftm steven
thigh fucking marc spector
face sitting with ftm!steven
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incubus? reader & stephen strange.
thor odinson.
submissive thor
ftm thor
needy thor wanting your attention
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loki cumming from having his hair pulled
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jerking peter off where the other avengers can hear
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