#incubus loki fanfic

[nildespirandum]

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....

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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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[frostbitten-written]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Loki (Marvel Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader, loki & original female character, Loki (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s), Loki (Marvel) & Original Female Character(s), Incubus Loki / OFC, Incubus Loki & OFC Characters: Loki (Marvel), Incubus - Character, Incubus Loki - Character, Reader, Original Female Character(s), Original Characters Additional Tags: Incubus Loki (Marvel), Watching Someone Sleep, Sleep Sex, Sleeptalking, Sleep Groping, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Sleeping Beauty Elements, Crystals, Halloween, Halloweek, Amulets, Magic, Sex Magic, Sex Dream, Vivid Sex Dream, Touching, Senses, Sensual Play, Breathplay, Demon Sex, Edgeplay, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Masturbation, Tail Sex, Tails, Doggy Style, Multiple Sex Positions, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Late at Night, things go bump in the night, Tongues, Degradation, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Play, BAMF Loki (Marvel), Dom Loki (Marvel), Top Loki (Marvel), Panties, Lace Panties, Panty Kink, Mating Bites, Love Bites, Claiming Bites, Animalistic, Incorporeal Sex, Curses, Curse Breaking, Witch Curses 

Summary:

As a last-minute attempt to prepare for Halloween, Kanika visits a mysterious Halloween pop-up shop with a friend. Feeling drawn to an antique amulet, her purchase leaves her with an intense sense of need. As each night progresses, she is haunted by visions of a mysterious man, calling her name, summoning her presence, until finally, something (or someone) goes bump in the night.

Preview (Part 2):

“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 filthy 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?” His eyes flashed an iridescent green at that question, 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.”

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[bellesque]

Sweet Dreams (Loki x Reader)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.1K Warnings/Tags: Incubus Loki, Smut (or at least it’s leading up to it) Summary: It’s your first free weekend in what feels like forever and you plan on snoozing through it without any interruptions. Someone has other plans.

A/N: I really just wanted an excuse to write some smut, huh? It’s okay. This was a little smut-writing exercise. You can also read this on my AO3.

YOU AREN’T SURE of three things.

The first one being that you don’t know when exactly it starts.

Things are a whirlwind, a blur of deadlines and details that don’t seem to fit together. You’re busy, that’s for sure, just barely surviving; your concept of time is distorted with how much you have to get done and stay on top of that once you’re home you have just enough energy to take a quick shower and knock right out. Work, survive, sleep, repeat. Your favorite part of the routine? Definitely the sleep.

You aren’t sure when your nights start becoming more restful. It’s strange, you think, since you barely get even a good five hours yet you wake up refreshed every morning. Or at least ready to face the day.

You tell yourself it’s your circadian rhythm getting used to your messed up workaholic schedule.

The second thing you aren’t sure of is why you start having dreams.

It shouldn’t be a surprise to you—you’ve had dreams before. Only with how much time you spend awake versus how much time you spend resting, dreams don’t come easy. At least, they shouldn’t. You read somewhere that the more active your brain is, the more likely you are to have dreams. Or is it the opposite? You press a hand to your eyes, rolling your neck before you continue with the document you’re currently typing.

They aren’t weird dreams by any means. Sometimes you remember them, sometimes you don’t. You remember one where you screamed at an ex-friend until your lungs gave out, throat hoarse, and that day you woke up feeling closure you never actually got. Another time, you dreamed that you missed a deadline, and woke up so paranoid that you showed up two hours early for work. And more recently, you admit with a tinge of embarrassment, a wet dream.

You’re sure it’s from the novel you had to proofread the other day. Page after page was filth after filth and it left your heart racing, your mind wandering, and a certain part of you wanting.

Goodness, how long has it been since you last…

You shake your head and will yourself to focus.

The sooner you can get this done, the sooner you can go home.

It’s been a pretty shitty day.

You’re practically ready to call it a day; today your boss yelled at you for being incompetent (you aren’t) and your coworker Salome took credit for your work in today’s meeting (she’s a little bitch). You just need a break, damn it.

Thankfully this is your first weekend off after what feels like years. You love your job, but you also don’t want to live-eat-breathe it. Any more time in that office and you’d probably reach your breaking point, exploding into an angry string of expletives and fired notices.

Your night of unwinding and de-stressing goes exactly how you plan it, and you think you can finally get a good nine hours of sleep in. You’re definitely sleeping in tonight. If anyone even tries to wake you up before seven you swear you’ll kill them on sight come Monday morning.

A friend of yours recommends this audio thing for you to listen to. Supposed to help you relax, so she says. So you decide why the hell not, you’re already pretty drowsy, why not conk out two minutes quicker?

You settle in under the covers, getting into the position you’re most comfortable in, and hit play. It’s an audiobook, you realize, narrated by a man with a gorgeously full voice. You allow yourself to get lost in the timbre of his voice. It’s almost hypnotic, entrancing, how musical it sounds. You notice the way his words sound together, how he pronounces his the and said, not paying attention to the story itself, until he becomes background noise.

In less than five minutes, you’re fast asleep.

The last thing you aren’t sure of is what you’re dreaming of before you see it.

It, or him?

The shift in emotion you feel is so quick, so drastic, that you almost wake up. You do. Or you don’t? You’re not sure, and it’s freaking you out. Well, your eyes are open—does that mean you’re awake? You try to regain your bearings—what does that even mean, you are—were?—sleeping in your own bed for fuck’s sake—

“Relax.”

There it is, a silhouette, just by the foot of your bed. Or is it just a shadow? Your heart beats loudly in your ears, and you want to be sleeping peacefully—aren’t you sleeping peacefully?—or just wake up from whatever this is—

“Still your thoughts, pet, I’m not going to hurt you. Unless you want me to. But first, please—rest… relax.”

You feel a gentle pressure around your body as your blanket comes up around you, almost like you’re being tucked in like a child who’s just woken up from a nightmare. Is this a nightmare? Are you awake or dreaming? You aren’t sure.

The voice laughs, silky and altogether mysterious, and for some reason it automatically makes you think of dark chocolate. Sinful, rich, and decadent. He hasn’t stepped out of the shadows, but no matter how lovely his voice is you’re not sure you want to see him. It’s instinct. So you shut your eyes tight.

“I’m scared,” you blurt out without thinking.

“I can see that,” the voice answers swiftly. You can feel your hair being brushed away from your forehead. A gentle, comforting gesture. “Although I hope in a few nights you won’t be.”

“What does that mean?” Your question comes out soft and weak, the kind that signals your consciousness is slipping away. What, are you being lulled back into sleep already? So easily?

The voice hums thoughtfully. “Names are power. Shall I give you the power of mine so that you’ll be well-acquainted with me?”

“Who are you?”

“I may have misled you a little, pet.” He chuckles, and it surprises you how warm it sounds. Inviting. “What am I would be a better start now, wouldn’t it?”

You’re jolted back to alertness. Not a person, but… something else? He sounds human. He probably feels human as well. “What are you?” you all but demand.

“Oh, there’s fire in this one,” he remarks. “I quite like that. Well then, sweet, I’ll tell you, since you asked so nicely. I am what your kind know as an incubus—you can look it up when you awaken, but, I’ll give you the short version: I feed on passion. Desire. Lust. Sex.” The way he says the last word makes your skin shiver, and you unconsciously suck in a breath. “But only in dreams. Only in your dreams. Your deepest, darkest fantasies come to life. Everything you want, I can give. Now tell me, isn’t that exhilarating?”

Damn, your head is spinning. The world is spinning. This handsome voice only wants to have sex?

How long has it been again since you last…

“How do I know if I can trust you?” you ask.

His motions pause, and then he resumes with a touch that mesmerizes you into a state of pliancy. And gentle, oh so gentle—your eyelids are heavy, a stark contrast to your body that is on high alert.

“I’ve told you what I am. I wouldn’t want to deceive you to get what I want. It’s always more delightful when an incubus has a willing partner.” A wanton shiver slides down your spine, slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm of the strokes of his hands. “I won’t do anything you wouldn’t want me to. But oh, sweet pet, the things I want to do.” You feel his voice at your ear, his breath coming in light puffs, and hell, it makes you want him with each passing second. “You’d enjoy it all, I’m sure. I only want to see you come undone. To bring you high into your personal precipice of ecstasy. And I want to watch it all unfold.” You gasp when you feel his teeth nip at your earlobe, your clit pulsing once, in time with the pang of pain and pleasure.

“Will you let me show you what I can offer, sweet?”

The fact that you can feel the gush of heat pooling into your center makes you slightly embarrassed, but it only affirms how much you want this. It’s been too long, and if the both of you can get off then the better.

His nose is running across the side of your face, and you crane your neck as he trails downward, towards the vein in your neck, where he ultimately will know just how affected you are. He skims the tip of his nose along your pulse point, inhaling deeply, before climbing up so his face is level with yours.

“Just say yes,” he murmurs, low and seductive and lulling you into a deeper place of desire, “if you want this as bad as I want you.”

“Yes,” you breathe, a sigh riding on the last sound of the word. “Please, yes.”

The pressure around you lifts, and you briefly wonder if the dream is over. Only it isn’t. This is real, and this is happening.

“Open your eyes first,” he says. “I want you to see me.”

Battling some degree of difficulty (your eyes have been pretty heavy up to this point), you comply. Standing before you is a gorgeous man, lithe and lean, clad in black (is that a suit?) and immediately you know his voice of velvet seduction matches his appearance perfectly. Your eyes rake over this mystery man, his black hair falling in decadent curls and grazing the tops of his shoulders, his features sharp and masculine, and your gaze travels downwards and lingers for a second too long on his…

“I’m glad I could elicit such a positive reaction when I haven’t done anything to pleasure you yet.” There’s a teasing lilt in his voice as he appraises you with a look of equal desire. Has he been looking at you like that all this time? The idea that he has floods your veins with delicious fire, your excitement boiling in the pits of your deepest parts.

“Now close your eyes again, sweet,” he says, gently placing his fingers on your eyelids and guiding them shut. “I want you to focus on what I’m doing.”

The heat pooling between your legs is undeniable now, and you wait with bated breath for anything, literally anything. All you can hear is the sound of your own breathing, shallow and rapid, as you wait in anticipation. There is no contact between you, and yet the electrifying tension in the air winds you up like a string that’s pulled taut.

And then finally, he touches you. It’s not what you expect, a gentle cupping of your cheek, but the tenderness is not lost on you. He drags a single finger over your nose, running it along your jawline, then down to your neck. Your breathing picks up as the lightest pressure of his finger brushes against your collarbone, going over the hollow where neck meets shoulder once, twice, and then he slowly, excruciatingly slowly, travels down and boldly trails his finger around your breast.

“Gorgeous,” he comments, and it amazes you how you want more. He’s only using a single finger and already you are putty in his hands. “And I would love to see how exquisite your skin is underneath. May I, sweet?”

You sigh, and it sounds more shameless than you want to admit. “Yes. Please.”

“Alright.”

You’re aware of your sudden lack of clothing. At least it feels that way, what with the cool air caressing your curves and the goosebumps that rise on the surface of your skin. You’re topless in front of him. Your first instinct is to cover up, although your hands seem to be pinned to your sides as you lay flat on your back.

He’s silent, the only sounds now both your breathing, yours light as air and his even and level. The air is thick and hot and heavy and you want to do something. Anything, to relieve the delicious ache between your legs.

“May I touch you, sweet?” His pure seduction of a voice cuts through the night air, a few tones lower and ten times more sensual.

Your throat is closed up from the anticipation you’re feeling, and you nod dumbly. Yes, please touch me, you want to say, but the words never come out. The nod, for now, will suffice.

He continues to use a single finger to trace across the mounds of your breast, circling the right from base to areola and then moving to the left until his finger rests on the nipple. You vaguely register the breathy sound you make when he brushes against it—the firm pad of his finger against your nipple causes a delicious friction that makes you think Yes please and something warm settles in the pit of your belly. Your mind is going into overdrive, probably from the sex drought you’ve been experiencing for the past few months.

“So responsive.” His voice is husky, and his praise makes your folds even wetter that you press your thighs together to relieve some of the ache.

And then he’s repeating the motion with more vigor this time, one hand on each breast as he inflicts intoxicating little flicks against your nipples, and you feel like you’re about to see stars. Your mouth hangs open in awe because fuck, never has something this simple turned you on this much.

You let out a full on moan when he squeezes your breasts in his hands, briefly, and then he’s sliding his cool fingers up to cup your jaw and then tracing down the curves of your waist and then settling his hands on your hips.

“You’re so soft,” he whispers, his fingers a feather-light touch against your skin, leaving sparks of fire in their wake. It can’t be humanly possible to feel this much, can it?

They’re just hands, you tell yourself in the midst of your hazy, lust-ridden thoughts. How the hell are you feeling this way?

“May I taste your skin, sweet?” His voice is practically a purr. You nod, frantic to receive whatever he has to give.

You don’t think it can get any better but then fuck, you feel something warm and wet close around your nipple and your legs snap open by their own accord. Your underwear feels soaked through and part of you thinks this is obscene but hell you don’t want it to end.

His mouth is doing wicked things now, nipping and sucking and then gently biting at your nipple. It’s mind-numbing, the way he deftly swirls his tongue around your nipple before sucking and biting while his other hand caresses the other. He showers the rest of the skin around your breast with the same treatment until you’re whimpering beneath him, writhing for release—any kind of release at this point—that you know he can give and senses that you need.

“Legs up, sweet,” he purrs, his voice is thick with desire. Hearing it only makes your libido kick up three notches higher, and you eagerly lift up your legs in a V position. He catches you by the ankles, rubbing his thumbs in circles on the insides of each, every action traveling up the nerves that connect to your pussy, electrifyingly delicious and making your walls clench in anticipation. Hell, you want him to touch you. In all the places. You’re just about ready to beg.

He takes you by surprise as he hooks one leg over his shoulder, using his body to shift you until you’re lying on your side. It’s a little unexpected, but you aren’t uncomfortable. Your legs are spread wide, one on his shoulder and the other on the bed seemingly between his knees. It’s probably enough for him to see just exactly how turned on you are.

“My, my, sweet.” If it’s possible, his voice takes on a fuller, darker, ultimately more seductive tone and fuck if you don’t orgasm even once tonight—

“I would like to touch you. Right here, if you’ll let me.” He brushes a finger against your (apparently naked!) mound. “May I, sweet?”

“Fuck, yes please.” You don’t care how needy your voice is; if anything, it’s a reflection of how much you’re craving this. How you want this.

He places his palm flat on your pussy and both of you hiss. Your back arches as you try to grind on his hand, desperate for friction, and he chuckles.

“So eager,” he says, his fingers now rubbing steady circles around your clit. “Would you prefer it if I gave you my cock already?”

You let out a strangled noise because how could he ask such a stupid question of course you want it. You buck against his hand, whining when he withdraws it. It almost hurts how aroused you are, your cunt thrumming with the promise of an orgasm.

“I would love to give it to you already, sweet, but I’m afraid that’s going to have to wait a while.” You can feel your clothes coming back on. “But, since you’ve been so good, allow me to give you a parting gift…”

You’re almost face-down on the mattress, but you’re still mostly on your side. The bed shifts with weight as you feel—you can only guess—him kneeling behind you.

And your world comes to a complete standstill, a wave of pleasure overcoming you and washing over you like a tidal wave, as you feel him just griiiiind his erection into your wanting core.

“Oh, yes, just like that,” you say breathlessly. He has complete control, a gentle yet firm grip on your hips as he presses hard into your clothed wetness, his erection strong and unyielding. He alternates between lowering himself slooowly on you, pressing you down into the mattress with long, even, fluid motions, and then grinding in slow circles in that intensity, before relieving the pressure and humping you in that slow and steady manner again and again until he’s bringing you to the brink of orgasm.

And then he gives one hard long push, grinding into you, his cock as close to your cunt as you can possibly have it, as he whispers in your ear, “Until the next night of ours, sweet.”

And then, just like that, he’s gone. It’s over.

You wake with your clit throbbing and your pajamas sticking to your skin. You’re lying on your back. Not on your side.

You sit up, dizzy and distracted because what the hell was that?

So you sit there, a little dazed from the ordeal (did you orgasm? You’re not sure), and it hits you that you don’t even know his name.

#loki fanfic #loki x you #loki x reader #smut #incubus loki #reader insert #tom hiddleston #fanfic #by belle

[try-hazel]

Thor: Demon Summoning

Part 1 for @teckmonky 💕💕 I'll finish part 2 as soon as I can!

(This also has some medieval Au stuff!)

Thor was the owner of a large castle - obviously not as large as King Odin's - and a respectable member of the royal court. He also had a beautiful wife whom he loved with his whole heart, Lady Jane Foster.

But lately, Jane had seemed kind of... distant.

Thor asked his closest friends - the Warriors Three - about why that might be. They promised to investigate.

After some months, they returned with hurtful news.

Lady Jane had, for a long time now, been courting with another man. Someone of a lower stand. Nearly a peasent.

This wasn't even what angered Thor the most; it was the fact that his wife hadn't told him anything!

So he came up with a plan. A soft revenge to teach his wife and the man a lesson.

He would summon a demon to disguise itself as a beautiful woman - as beautiful as humanely possible - and make it so the man would fall in love with her. Heartbroken, Lady Jane would come back to Thor.

And so, he went down his secret stairway, down into the basement, through the secret door that led to his deceased sister's library of spells and summonings.

"If anyone has a book on demons, Hela would" he thought.

He looked through hundreds of books, searching endlessly for something about summoning.

He found at last a book, bound in dark leather, with the title "Love Demons: Knowledge And Summoning" burnt into the cover. He opened it, coughing at the dust covering the pages.

He flipped past the many spells and facts, searching for the specific type of demon he needed.

Incubus, male (or Succubus, female) sex demons, or evil spirits who perform sexual activities with both men and women.

"This is exactly what I need!"

So Thor set the book down on a table, lit a few candles, and read the instructions to summon an incubus. He probably should have chosen a succubus, but for reason, he felt more attracted to the idea of the incubus.

So he prepared the seal, got the needed items, and said the incantation.

A puff of pastel purple, black, and dark green appeared above the seal; as the smoke dissipated, Thor saw a handsome, lean, silk-skinned man with long, slicked back hair.

"I've been summoned?" He smiled mischivieously, Brittish tone resembling a purr.

Thor stared for a while, taken aback by the beauty if the demon in front of him. His eyes raked across his mildly toned body, wearing nothing but leather under-garments and a short linen skirt. He also had leather arm bracers, horns, earrings and a thin tail casually resting on the floor.

He snapped back to reality with the Incubus sitting down on the chair Thor was in just a while ago. He looked down at his nails, asking, "And what did you summon me for?"

Thor cleared his throat. "I uh- needed your assistance"

The Incubus raised one eyebrow, smirk faint but mischivieous. "Is that so? With what, I wonder~"

He stood up and headed towards Thor, wrapping one arm around his neck and looking up at him, blue-green eyes glowing softly.

Thor didn't do anything to push him away.

While I'm at it...

Thor glanced at the door to make sure it was locked, then glared down at the Incubus. "Tell me your name"

"Loki" he tilted his head a little, tip of his tongue poking out between his lips.

Thor bit his tongue, relishing at the sight.

"I can see how you look at me," Loki whispered seductivly. He grabbed the collar of Thor's dress shirt, tugging at it and leading Thor towards the table.

The Incubus sat down on top of the table, facing Thor, legs spread just enough.

"Shall we?"

#thorki #fanfic #incubus! loki #demon! loki #lord thor

[of-house-atreides]

Fanfics that made my seasonal depression bearable this month (so far)

To be fair, nobody asked for this and probably no one cares but I just want to thank the writers that helped me a great deal this month and making this posts makes me happy so, eh...

Fandoms include the MCU, Triple Frontier, a little bit of Star Wars and Dune...

Also most if not all are 18+ so open at your own risk 😉

I'm very picky when it comes to fanfics, that's why I don't read many, and the last fanfic I read (or should I say devoured) was in July and it was this Loki fic:

Help Me Breathe by baby_novak_winchester_67

It's 69 chapters long, it has a great OC and her relationship with Loki is so pure you can't not love it. It takes place after the Avengers and it explores Loki's trauma and gives justice to the character, everything I wanted from the show I did not get. If you're a Loki fan I 100% recommend you give it a shot.

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But back to this month's fics that I absolutely loved.

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Work's been hard, harder than I realized until very recently, and one day I was taking a break and scrolling mindlessly on Tumblr until this fic showed up on my dashboard:

The Incentive Series by @clints-lucky-arrow

It's a Druig fanfic and yeah it's amazingly well written and was so enjoyable to read and did make my day a thousand times better, but it also got me an appetite for more and basically is the reason why I've been reading so much fanfic recently and made the past two weeks so much more fun than they would have been otherwise.

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i joined a new fandom this month and that's the Triple Frontier fandom that I didn't even know existed before I found this fic:

Watch Your Step by @charnelhouse

I'm absolutely obsessed with this fic. And it's 100% due to the amazing writing and the portrayal of the characters and the strong OC. There's mystery and danger and hotness and suspense and I'm living for it!

And here starts my journey. Cause I've been trying to find a fic that good ever since, and here's what I found:

Some more brilliantness from charnelhouse:

Will x Reader

and like... her entire masterlist really!

A Cold Shower by @the-little-ewok

Santi x Reader

Get Down by fawntaire

from the Gold Spun series - soulmate AU - Frankie x Reader x Will

Here's two of my absolute favorite multi parts fics that I was lucky to find:

The Devil's Backbone by ezrasbirdie

It's an A/B/O fic with Alpha!Frankie x Omega!OC and Alpha!Santi x Omega!Benny which is a concept that I'm absolutely obsessed with

This fic is brilliant and so well written and orignal, it's honestly one of the best fics I've ever read and I love it so much!

A Sensual Summoning by @djarinsbeskar

Incubus!Frankie x Witch!OC

I was horrible at my job that day I found it cause I just could not put my phone down.

This fic was everything I didn't know I needed.

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Duality of a Man by @knightsofkenn

dark!Poe x Reader also read the warnings

it's the internal monologue for me

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The Politic of Love by @leto-duke

This was so sweet

Indulge by @dreamlandcreations

so was this

Your Touch by @dailyreverie

and so was this

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Here it is, the end of the list!

If anyone wants to recommend anything like what's above I'd appreciate it immensely!

A big thank you to all the writers I stumbled upon this month that allowed me to rest my cursed mind for a while and helped me through this difficult time! We really are lucky to have you 😊

#marvel #mcu #dune #star wars #triple frontier #loki #eternals #druig #fanfic #fic rec #fanfiction #oc #imagine #reader #oscar isaac #pedro pascal #poe dameron #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia #santiage garcia x reader #poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #loki x reader #druig x reader #triple frontier x reader #leto atreides #duke leto #duke leto atreides #duke leto x reader #leto atreides x reader

[caesarclowningaround]

Jess’s Shameless Spooky Fic Masterpost

If you’re looking for something spooky to read this Halloween? May I suggest any of the following fics on this post? 

Please remember to check the tags before diving into any of these! Hope you enjoy, and have a safe and Happy Halloween!!! 👻👻

**-fics containing explicitly dark horror

Fanfic with Horror/Thriller Elements

At the End of All Things Fandom(s): Marvel Cinematic Universe Ship(s): Loki/Jane Foster Rating: G Summary: Thanos won. At the very edges of what remained of the universe was Jane Foster, whose only fear now was to die alone. Author’s Notes: End of the world/post-apocalyptic fic. More sad than spooky.

Baptism in the River Styx ** Fandom(s): Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot/They Call Me Jeeg Ship(s): None Rating: E Summary: Fabio survived the explosion, but in the days following, the full potential of his powers begin to develop. Author’s Notes: Multiple types of horror. DEAD STARLING DOVE: Do Not Eat

Boom, Clap! Fandom(s): Crash Pad, Marvel Cinematic Universe Ship(s): Stensland/Loki Rating: E Summary: Abducted by aliens with no hope of escape on his own, Stensland must befriend the self-proclaimed God of Mischief in the neighboring cell in order to find a way out and get back to Earth. Author’s Notes: This is technically not really a horror fic, although there are some horror elements in the earlier chapters. But I’m linking Chapter 7 because there’s a Halloween party, costumes and all! :D

Candle on the Water** Fandom(s): Bloedlink/Reckless, Trust, A Dangerous Fortune Ship(s): Mickey Miranda/Rico, Primo Nizzuto/Rico Rating: E Summary: Primo and Rico have come to the little island in the middle of nowhere to tend to the lighthouse, but as Primo continuously refuses to teach the new wickie in his charge, the more Rico finds his grip on reality beginning to slip. There's something Primo isn't telling him. Rico is determined to find out what it is or lose himself in the process. Author’s Notes: A kenzarelli The Lighthouse AU!! w/ monsterfucking because I couldn’t resist. Read the tags pls

Cerberus at the Gate Fandom(s): Wolf (2013), Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot/They Call Me Jeeg Ship(s): Majid Zamari/Fabio Cannizzaro Rating: M Summary: When the locker room door opened, Majid expected to see his death. What actually walked in was a monster. Author’s Notes: This is actually a low-key standalone sequel to Baptism in the River Styx, but with a Fabio/Majid twist! ft.monster!Fabio

Deus Ultrix Fandom(s): LOST Ship(s): Sayid Jarrah/Benjamin Linus Rating: M Summary: Another organ to repossess. Sayid is surprised to find it's his ex-lover who has missed his payment. Author’s Notes: Repo! The Genetic Opera AU

Drag Your Cities to the Sea Fandom(s): A Dangerous Fortune, Aladdin (2019) Ship(s): Jafar/Mickey Miranda Rating: E Summary: Ambassador Jafar is not all that he seems and tonight, after the Hallowe'en party, he'll remove more than just his costume. Mickey isn't sure he will be able to handle it, but he'll try anything once. Author’s Notes: Eldritch Horror Monster!Jafar/incubus!Mickey smut fic

The Exhale ** Fandom(s): Law & Order: Special Victims Unit Ship(s): Rafael Barba/Sonny Carisi Rating: T Summary: When your life has been threatened, it's natural to feel paranoid. But what if something else was after you? Author’s Notes: Psychological and monster horror.

The Fastest Way into an Incubus’s Heart is Through his Stomach Fandom(s): A Dangerous Fortune, Hartenstraat Ship(s): Daan/Mickey Miranda Rating: T Summary: After a wild night out, Mickey comes home already hitting the hangover stage. Feeling sorry for him, his neighbor Daan invites him in for breakfast. Author’s Notes: Fluff with light angst. Non-sexual incubus fic!

Flash of Neon Fandom(s): Law & Order: Special Victims Unit Ship(s): None Rating: M Summary: Barba knew he was being followed. He first spotted them in the coffee shop early that morning. The man behind him was wearing neon yellow sneakers. Even then, he didn't think much of it. Author’s Notes: Suspense Whump Fic.

the frayed red thread between us ** Fandom(s): A Dangerous Fortune, Aladdin (2019) Ship(s): Jafar/Mickey Miranda Rating: E Summary: Mickey was, quite simply, disgustingly fascinated by Jafar Barmaki. Author’s Notes: A dark stalker fic. Gold Mouths Cry ** Fandom(s): Trust, Aladdin (2019) Ship(s): Jafar/Primo Nizzuto Rating: M Summary: Salvatore keeps a special suitcase locked in a closet. Primo is determined to see what's inside. Author’s Notes: Inspired by the Creepshow episode “The Man in the Suitcase.” Includes scenes of torture.

Halloween Treats Fandom(s): The Old Guard Ship(s): Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicolò di Genova, with side ships: Andy/Quynh & Booker/Nile Rating: Unrated, but a close PG Summary: It's Joe and Nicky's first Halloween since they opened their bookshop, and they're ready for whatever the night brings. Author’s Notes: Bookshop AU Halloween fic! Not scary :D

If Only ** Fandom(s): Wolf (2013), Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot/They Call Me Jeeg, A Dangerous Fortune, Aladdin (2019), Trust, Bloedlink/Reckless, Martin Eden, Lasciati Andare/Let Yourself Go, The Old Guard Ship(s): Majid Zamari/Fabio Cannizzaro, Majid Zamari/Mickey Miranda, Primo Nizzuto/Rico, Martin Eden/Zakaria, Jafar/Ettore Rating: E Summary: Majid and his friends just wanted a weekend getaway, but as relationships are built and tested, something sinister dwells beneath the surface. Soon Majid might find there is a thin line between dreams and reality. Author’s Notes: Kenzarelli Slumber Party Massacre II AU!!

Like a Moth to a Flame ** Fandom(s): Beauty and the Beast (2017), Aladdin (2019) Ship(s): Jafar/Adam/Belle Rating: M Summary: Belle knew her husband and his brother were slowly killing her and that they'd done this many times before. Little did she know that there was one more dark secret the ghosts of the house had yet to reveal to her. Author’s Notes: Crimson Peak AU A Rotten Kind of Cute Fandom(s): Wolf (2013), A Dangerous Fortune Ship(s): Majid Zamari/Mickey Miranda Rating: E Summary: In Majid's line of work, the dead tend to stay dead. Which is why he was surprised to see the freshly buried Mickey Miranda crawling out of his own grave. Author’s Notes: Zombie!Mickey fic where he’s not your average zombie.

Shadows Fandom(s): Trouble in the Heights Ship(s): Nevada Ramirez/Nevada Ramirez Rating: T Summary: Someone (or something) lurks on the dance floor Author’s Notes: Psychological dreamlike fic.

Shelter Fandom(s): Wolf (2013), Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot/They Call Me Jeeg Ship(s): Majid Zamari/Fabio Cannizzaro Rating: Not Rated Summary: Majid, a werewolf, is seeking to get out of the heavy storm, but his only option is a vampire's castle. It could be worse. Author’s Notes: werewolf!Majid/vampire!Fabio short fic

Somewhere in Time ** Fandom(s): A Dangerous Fortune, Aladdin (2019), Beauty and the Beast (2017), Trust, Non Essere Cattivo/Don’t Be Bad, Lasciati Andare/Let Yourself Go Ship(s): Jafar/Mickey Miranda/Primo Nizzuto/Prince Adam/Cesare (and every combination there), Jafar/Ettore Rating: E Summary: Mickey came to the castle for a job as the personal secretary of Count Jafar Barmaki. What he found during his stay was something much different. Author’s Notes: Kenzarelli Dracula AU ft. BATB 2017. A WIP, but updated regularly.

Submerge ** Fandom(s): Star Wars Ship(s): Kylo Ren/Armitage Hux Rating: M Summary: Kylo could think of no better life than one at sea. If only he had heeded what his father said about the Dark Shoals... Author’s Notes: Open water/sea creature horror, siren!Hux/pirate!Kylo AU

The Sudden Halt Fandom(s): Law & Order: Special Victims Unit Ship(s): Rafael Barba/Amanda Rollins, Rafael Barba/Sonny Carisi Rating: E Summary: After being through hell, Barba finds himself in a familiar place. Author’s Notes: End of the world/post-apocalyptic fic. The Sweetest Pleasures Fandom(s): A Dangerous Fortune, Aladdin (2019) Ship(s): Jafar/Mickey Miranda Rating: E Summary: Jafar invited Mickey over on Halloween to watch scary movies with full expectations that afterward they will take the next step in their relationship. Problem is, Jafar hasn't told Mickey he's a virgin. Author’s Notes: A smutty Halloween fic.

The Sweet Scent Between My Jaws ** Fandom(s): A Dangerous Fortune, Instinct (2019) Ship(s): Idris van Leeuwen/Mickey Miranda Rating: E Summary: It's been so long since Mickey has had a proper feast. A chance encounter with one Idris van Leeuwen will present an opportunity Mickey has no intention of missing. Author’s Notes: The first of my incubus!Mickey series :D

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Fanfic for Horror Fandoms

All my Hannibal fanfic

Better Fandom(s): Crimson Peak Ship(s): Edith Cushing/Thomas Sharpe Rating: Not Rated Summary: Edith is awakened in the wee hours following their night in the post office. Author’s Notes: Missing scene fic

don’t give me those eyes Fandom(s): Crimson Peak, Apostle (2018) Ship(s): Thomas Sharpe/Thomas Richardson Rating: E Summary: Thomas Sharpe and Thomas Richardson have been having an affair for months. It was a shame that happiness and hope have always been strange bedfellows for both of them. Author’s Notes: Thomas Squared >:D

Fighter Until the End Fandom(s): Ravenous (1999) Ship(s): None Rating: T  Summary: Reich's death shown from his point of view. Author’s Notes: Swapped POV fic.

Guardian Angel  Fandom(s): The Prophecy, Trouble in the Heights Ship(s): Nevada Ramirez/Gabriel Rating: E Summary: Although Nevada was always a churchgoer, he never believed in angels until now. Author’s Notes: Weird little dark erotic crossover.

Last Minute Shoppers Fandom(s): The Wolfman (2010), The Rocky Horror Show (2000 Broadway Revival) Ship(s): Lawrence Talbot/Riff Raff Rating: T Summary: Lawrence and Riff Raff go Christmas shopping and shenanigans ensue. Author’s Notes: Technically a Christmas fic, but since it concerns a couple of horror fandoms, I thought I’d include it.

my happy ending is right next to me Fandom(s): IT franchise (It Chapters One & Two) Ship(s): Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh Rating: T Summary: While Richie was happy for Beverly and Ben, just being there, sitting next to who he was sitting next to, made every nerve in his body want to scream. Author’s Notes: Not spooky. Just a short but sweet fic for the IT movies.

O Brave New World Fandom(s): Crimson Peak, Trouble in the Heights Ship(s): Thomas Sharpe/Nevada Ramirez Rating: M Summary: Thomas came to America to find another rich woman, another wife he would never love, another death that could keep the Sharpes going. What he found was Nevada Ramirez. Author’s Notes: A short crossover fic. 

On a Cold Night Fandom(s): The Wolfman (2010), The Rocky Horror Show (2000 Broadway Revival) Ship(s): Lawrence Talbot/Riff Raff Rating: G Summary: Lawrence doesn't like it when Riff Raff makes himself work late at night in the cold. Author’s Notes: Another sweet fic for these two. Not spooky.

Someone Else Fandom(s): The Rental, Bloedlink/Reckless Ship(s): Charlie/Rico, Charlie/Mina, Charlie/Michelle Rating: M Summary: Charlie wishes he could say this was his first time being unfaithful to Michelle, he really does. He looks across the table at Mina, their unspoken secret as corroding as the drugs from last night. Author’s Notes: Crossover fic.

TREAT YO SELF Fandom(s): My Soul to Take Ship(s): None Rating: E Summary: Out of the two female souls that are a part of Abel, Kodi is the only one who tries to push him to wear more feminine clothes once in a while. Author’s Notes: Smutty oneshot.

Wake Me With the Morning’s Light ** Fandom(s): My Soul to Take Ship(s): None Rating: M Summary: Abel closed his eyes, hoping that when he died, the Ripper went with him. He wasn't so lucky. Author’s Notes: DISCONTINUED. But it exists, so here you go.

#my fic #horror fic #marvel #crash pad #svu #trouble in the heights #wolf 2013 #lost #aladdin 2019 #batb 2017 #star wars #crimson peak #ravenous #the prophecy #the rocky horror show #the wolfman #my soul to take #the rental #apostle 2018 #immortal husbands adjacent #au #happy halloween #a dangerous fortune #lasciati andare #trust #lo chiamavano jeeg robot #non essere cattivo #bloedlink #immortal husbands

[just-the-hiddles]

Writer’s Spotlight | Nildespirandum

This week I am spotlighting one of my favorite writers, @nildespirandum​!  She is the Adam writer that made me both scared and brave enough to write Adam myself.  She is the weaver of worlds, the creator of characters so real you think they are sitting next to you.  Smart, funny, and an amazing writer!

Catch all of Nildespirandum’s stories here.

What other names do you want people to call you?

I use Misreall on AO3.

How long have you been writing fic?

I am on this current round for about four years, but I did write before though that was a decade ago.

What fandoms and/or ships do you write?

Tom Hiddleston characters, though not RPF.  Primarily Loki, but I have written for Thomas Sharpe, Adam from Only Lovers Left Alive, and Conrad from Kong: Skull Island.  For all of them I have written OFCs.

How did you get started writing fic?

I had ideas for a fics for a while, but it wasn't until I started commenting and then talking to @caffiend-queen that I decided it was time to do something about it.

Story Recommendations

Which of your stories are your favorite?

I hate this question, but if I had to pick it would be the cycle of stories called Loki and Nora's Infinity Stone Playlist, both because it is my first, and because I think the relationship between the characters - not just Loki and Nora, but the cast that has build up around them - allows me to tell so many tales.

Which story are you most proud of?

Either Perfection - my Crimson Peak AU, or Reigning in Hel - A JotunLoki series.

Which of your stories do you think is the most underrated?

Probably At Hel's Edge, which is a historical mash-up of MCU Loki, with MythLoki.  The people who read it loved, it but it never found much of an audience.  Possibly because of the style I wrote it in, or maybe because the MCULoki character was a bit abstract from his origin.  But I am very, very lucky that it is getting a second life as a Webtoon drawn by @rauko-art, who is incredibly gifted and has worked so hard to make something really beautiful.

Someone is new to reading your stories, which story/stories should they read first?

For Loki, the Infinity Stone Playlist.  Otherwise, maybe Perfection.

Which story did you do the most research for?

Perfection.  I can tell you how much a yard of silk cost in 1910, both in England and the US.  

Which story was the easiest to write?

Probably my Incubus Loki first series.  It was so over the top and goofy that it was effortless.  Rapacity - my vampire Loki story - is also quite easy.  There may be a trend here.

The Writing Process

What is your favorite part of writing?

To quote Dorothy Parker, "I hate writing, but I love having written."  With that said, I love the moment when I am lost in the process, and the characters are narrating and I am taking dictation.  

What is your least favorite part?

Editing, which is probably why I hardly ever do it.  That said, I am fine editing other people's work.  

Describe your style in 1 to 2 sentences.

Breezily conversational when it isn't breaking your heart.

Who are some of your writing idols and/or influences?

I don't have time, and you certainly wouldn't have the patience, for my full list but a few key choices are Jane Austen, Anthony Bourdain, Ian Shoales, Alexander Dumas, the Brothers Grimm, Neil Gaiman, Louisa May Alcott, Balzac, Mary Roach, Bebe Moore Campbell, Douglas Adams.  But all of that said it was probably Howard Pyle, the D'aulaires, Zilpha Keatley Snyder, Winifred Madison, and Ruth Chew whose books I read over and over to the point of them falling apart are probably the writers who made me, not only on the page, but in life.

What programs do you use to write and/or edit?

I do all of my writing and editing in Google docs.   I'm a Luddite at heart.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

A pantser.  I might have some of a story in mind when I start, but usually I start with an image and let fly.  The entirety of my Bottom of the Hourglass story came from my seeing a folded bookcase leaning against a basement door.

Do you write RPF or not?

Years ago I wrote an RPF as a gift for a friend. For the future, I never say never.

Who is your favorite character to write and why?

Loki.  Loki is the gift that keeps on giving.  While I could flippantly say that all of that emotional and mental trauma is fic writer catnip - and I wouldn't be lying - there is so much more.  He is a character of such wit and imagination, powerful, funny, wise, and a complete idiot.  The Trickster is such brilliant architype, playing both sides of the fence, fooling and being fooled, capable of great good and true evil.  He is vastly entertaining, and achingly sympathetic.  I can go on, but I will spare you.

What do you think are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, for one.  I am proud that if you read the dialogue alone from my stories you can tell who each character is, that they all have a distinct voice.

What do you struggle with?

Plot.  I get so very bored with plot.  

Favorite Trope?

That's like being asked to pick a favorite anything, I can't do it.  Ok, fine, enemies to lovers.

Favorite word to use?

Delightful.  Or Really.

What is the best piece of writing advice you have heard?

Make time for your writing.  Even when you think you can't.

What would you say to a new fanfic writer starting out?

Don't be afraid, don't shrink and hide and diminish yourself, you have to be your own first, best audience.  Also, always remember, art doesn't apologize and neither should you, as long as you feel you have given the best you can at any given time - which will not always be the same, EVERYONE has off days - then be proud of having written, of having added to the world.

What is a random bit of research you have not managed to work into a fic yet?

I did so much research on boats and ship to ship combat for my pirate story that I will never use all of it.  Generally I am pretty efficient with my research, mostly because I already have a brainful of useless knowledge that I am still trying to make pay off.

What is your favorite random detail from one of your stories?

I love that in the later Infinity Stone Playlist stories Loki's various lounging robes have magical pockets that always produce cookies.  

Any goals or WIPs you want to share?

I am determined to finish both The Frost Queen and The Tales of the Golden Horn this spring, and I have decided I am going to commit to the sequel to Perfection about Thomas and Alice's grandson that I have had in mind since I finished their story.

This or That

Fluff AND Angst

Smut AND Fluff

Reader or OC

One shot or Series

Canon Divergent AND AU

Coffee or Tea

Sweet or Savory

Anything else you want to say or share? 

There is a tendency in fandom these days to see things that do not have a moral dimension as being good or bad, to only look at the most extreme edges of things and pass judgement on the whole.  Life is hard enough, let people enjoy things.  

Until next week!

#writer's spotlight #nildespirandum #loki #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #olla fanfiction #olla fanfic #loki x ofc #adam x ofc #crimson peak #writer's interview #writing advice #fanfiction writing

[shiningloki]

4. 16. n 32.

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

A Forest Interlude by @villainousshakespeare (Prince Hal)

Sweet Dreams by @bellesque (Incubus Loki)

A Pastiche Heart by WhittyOne (Tom Hiddleston)

16. Do you research for your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching?

Not really! I’ll look up small details and dates but that’s about it!

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?

From “Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me”:

Loki rolled his eyes as they reached the end of the stairs. He pushed his way out of your building and let Cooper walk outside first. They hopped from the steps to the sidewalk and Loki stood there. He magically put on a leather jacket and slipped on some sunglasses. Once the articles were on, Loki snapped a hair tie into existence, ran his dexterous fingers through his inky hair, and knotted his hair back into a bun.

“Sunglasses at night? That’s not suspicious.”

“I think it looks rather nice, thank you very much.”

“Right. And what about the man-bun? What inspired that?”

“Again, I think it looks rather nice.”

“You’re a bit dramatic, you know. You poof on your outfit but you go out of your way to physically tie your hair back. What gives? Is the well running dry?”

“The well running dry,” Loki repeated incredulously. “Are you hearing yourself? I’m the Great Master Sorcerer.”

“Whatever. At least the jacket looks good. Maybe stick to the leather from now on.”

From “I’m Feeling Sick (So Won’t You Take Care Of Me?)”:

“I actually had something I needed to ask you,” you mumbled, gesturing to the bed. Loki eyed you suspiciously but sat on the edge of the bed. He patted the spot next to him but you chose to stay standing above him. He sighed and settled backwards, leaning on his hands. You paced for a bit before stopping and looking at him. “I talked to Thor today.”

“Ah, the halfwit is back? Good, I was actually beginning to miss that worm,” Loki snorted.

From “Shatter This Glass And Set Me Free”:

“I am eager for your jokes again, brother,” Thor laughed. “You look well.”

“I look Midgardian,” Loki huffed, allowing the beautiful dagger to vanish. “Alice forced me out of my robes.”

Thor’s eyes widened and his mouth parted slightly. He looked between the pair as redness rose into his cheeks. His eyes lit up and pride swelled in his chest for his brother. He clapped a hand down on Loki's shoulder and grinned.

“Loki, you dog! You have been released for less than an hour and you two have already…”

“No!” Loki and Alice both shouted in unison. Alice covered her face with her hands, laughing quietly into them.

Fanfic asks

#bee answers

[imaginethekingofasgard]

Imagine Loki being an Incubus. Imagine his wolfish grin as he stalks you at the foot of your own bed. A devil indeed.

#loki laufeyson #loki #imagine loki #incubus #sorry for the people who requested a fanfic #Im on writers block #so sorry

[nildespirandum]

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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[dangertoozmanykids101]

Today's favorite blog!!!!

This is today's favorite blog, and I haven't even gotten past reading the bio. But the bio is enough, just on principle, for me to say "SPACEFLOOSIE, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!"

That's right, @spacefloosie. I do. My very first thought after reading your bio.... Wait, "I love you" was my first thought. So my second thought was, "Omg, I can't wait to show this blog to.... Fucking everyone!"

I just took a screen shot of your bio, bc it is so important to read, I think. Bc yes yes yes!!! Whether or not this or that, theses or those, or them are my or your original their favorite pairings, or favorite characters, or celebs, or whatever, the artwork here is just jaw dropping spectacular!!! And I want to see it all!!!!

I'm relatively new to fandom in general. I've only been hanging out here in the fandom community of cyberspace for little over a year and a half? ("Our Sacred Bubble of Non-Reality" which I will quote @caffiend-queen on until my dying day.)

When I entered into this community I was SHOCKED at how much talent was existing inside this bubble that I had never encountered before.

So so so much creativity and talent that it makes me shout out in worship how much I LOVE the internet. Truly I do.

People love to grumble about the internet and the advent of phones and how our social abilities are getting squelched by the social media online. Endless jokes and jabs demonizing technology and connectivity. You'll find it all over the internet. *smirk.

But think about it. The internet was created for scientific and academic collaboration. They say now that it's monopolized with porn, shopping, and popularity contests. People who make that claim are soooo missing the point! Don't you think?

The fandom community is the perfect example of creative collaboration, if you ask me.

The Deviant Art website.... Wow!!! And that's just ONE of many many many! Redbubble?? I think that place is genius!

Oh, and collaborative writing!!!! It makes my heart sore!! Fanart of a fanfic!!!!! A fanfic inspired by fanart????

For example.... One of my favorite fics was inspired by a drawing of an Incubus Loki. God, the drawing makes me weak in the knees!

If you agree, you must check out A Hex of Infinite Binding, by Misreall on AO3, aka @nildespirandum .

I want to to continue with more examples, but may have to return to that topic separately.

[Please note, I do not know the pros and cons or technicalities or struggles involved with sharing, selling, publicizing your work. I merely am commenting about how I would never see any of this if I wasn't here on the internet.]

@caffiend-queen

[frostbitten-written]

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? 😉)

#fanfiction #loki x original female character #loki x female reader smut #loki x female reader #loki x f!reader #loki x oc #loki x reader #loki smut #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfic #mcu #marvel #avengers loki #incubus loki #incubus!loki #incubus loki x ofc

[bellesque]

Sweet Dreams (Loki x Reader) Chapter 2

Read chapter one here on tumblr or on AO3.

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.5K Warnings/Tags: Incubus Loki, right now I have no idea what else I’m sorry I’m exhausted Summary: It’s your first free weekend in what feels like forever and you plan on snoozing through it without any interruptions. Someone has other plans.

A/N: Happy early Valentine's Day! I'm actually so overwhelmed with the response this has gotten - it's crazy. I'm so grateful and I love you. Y'all are amazing.

YOU’RE ENTIRELY DISSATISFIED.

You woke up lightheaded and so close, oh so close, to the release that you craved. To have it robbed from you, to come so close only to have it taken away in a little less than a heartbeat, leaves you agitated and—quite frankly—still aroused.

It’s already midday. Surely by now the effects of the mystery man in your dreams have worn off. Surely you’ve forgotten the sound of his enchanting voice, the feel of his mouth on your skin, the absolute bliss that coursed through your body when he…

You’re a little in shock, to say the least. Memories of your fever dream linger in the back of your mind, resurfacing at the most random moments.

You are no stranger to wet dreams. Hell, they’re a welcome change from time to time. What makes this one so different?

Of course, you know the answer. It’s only your stubbornness and pride keeping you from admitting it. You want to chalk it up to just being a dream, too good to be real—only it  was real, and you know that in your heart. You just can’t explain how.

Your Saturday morning is spent obsessing over the man (incubus, you recall him telling you) and replaying every little moment from last night’s tryst.

There’s a niggling feeling that you can’t shake: whatever happened last night is far from over. Oh no, things have only just begun.

And the thought thrills you.

You find yourself constantly checking the time throughout the day.

You’re antsy, whether you want to admit it or not. It’s a mix of fear from not knowing if whatever the hell happened was real or dangerous at all, and anticipation for what’s yet to come.

Until the next night of ours, sweet.

Next. You’re absolutely certain he said next, which means that your indecent show yesterday is getting an encore.

The sound of your TV blurs into background noise as you check your phone. 5:36 PM. Far too early for you to be going to bed, but you can’t even focus on the show you’re watching as your thoughts are consumed by what awaits you when you enter dreamland.

You’re too fucking excited to go to bed that the chances of falling asleep as easily as you want are slim.

With a huff, you rise from your couch, stalking to your closet in the hopes that some reorganization will help you clear your thoughts and relieve some of your pent up energy. Tidying up has that effect, right?

And it helps, even just a little. You settle into a rhythm: keep, toss, hey this is cute, and  ew why do I have this; fold, hang, roll. You’re surprised to find clothes you haven’t seen in what feels like years and check if they still fit you. One particularly racy number catches your attention, bringing to the fore of your brain the reason why you’re fixing your closet in the first place.

You finger the silky material of one of the straps. Maybe if you wear this tonight…

You all but lunge for your phone and check the time, a twinge of enthusiasm in your actions because you can see it’s beginning to darken outside. Which means it’s almost time to sleep.

7:09 PM.

You let out an exasperated sigh.

 As soon as 9 o’clock rolls around (it takes it long enough) and after a long, steamy bath, you pull on the lingerie you found earlier, your hands shaking as if you had just a little too much caffeine. It’s embarrassing how much you’ve worked yourself up over this, turning into a bundle of sex-crazed nerves. It was all you could think about today, you reason. Cut yourself some slack. Or maybe just enjoy it wholeheartedly without the guilt.

The last option is the most appealing.

So you settle into the covers, turn off the lamp that sits by your nightstand, and close your eyes, mentally prepared to accept whatever sexual fate you are to receive.

Only nothing happens.

Your thoughts from today, filthy and secret and quite numerous, play on loop, forcing your mind to stay awake. The opposite of what you want to happen. You want to fall asleep, to see the gorgeous man standing over you and to relish his reaction when he sees what you’re wearing, and then you want to see his expression turn wolfish as he begins to peel off—

You’re doing it again.

Damn it, why can’t you shut your brain off?

You inhale deeply, squeezing your eyes tighter as though the action is enough to command yourself to sleep.

“C’mon,” you mutter to yourself, squeezing your legs together now too. “Sleep, damn it.”

You don’t. Or rather, you can’t.

You don’t know how long you spend lying in your bed with your eyes closed and the rest of your body fidgeting. You toss and turn, attributing your inability to doze off to perhaps the wrong sleeping position. You lie on your back, your stomach, the left side, the right side—and you’re still as restless as before.

At one point in the night you sit up, half-growling, half-groaning your frustration. You just want to sleep. Hasn’t it been your plan for this whole weekend? How is it that they’ve been uprooted and changed so quickly?

Part of you wishes that as you sat up, you’d be met with the charming gaze of the man, signifying that you’ve successfully fallen asleep. Only there is no one to greet you in the night, and you are still most definitely awake.

You’re irritable and tired of the situation, so you grab your phone to watch something before bed. And then it clicks—last night you were listening to the audiobook! It helped you relax then, perhaps it can do the same now.

Triumphant as if you’ve cracked the code, you open it up and let the audiobook play, the narrator’s voice droning on, the words washing over you like a lullaby.

It’s working, you think excitedly as your eyes begin to leaden with sleep.  This is the key after all! The audiobook is the gateway to sleep, and ultimately the gateway to him.

And a few good minutes later, you knock out.

 You wake up.

Your mind whirrs first, before anything else. The gears of your mind are slow and heavy, groggy, needing a little push. Your eyes haven’t opened, but you can tell it’s already light outside.

What the hell,  it’s already light outside?

Your eyes snap open. You’re awake.

You’re fucking awake and he didn’t come last night.

Humiliation creeps into your veins in the form of heat rushing to your face, even if there’s no one but yourself to see it. You even dressed up for him, you think, grimacing as you look down at yourself. Well. That sure was a waste.

Maybe this is the push you need: he isn’t real after all. This week you were tired, short-fused, and definitely sexually deprived. You climb out of bed and pad towards your bathroom. Yes—you conjured up a literal dream man who also happened to be a sex god. Only your mind didn’t give you the courtesy and satisfaction of actually boning with the said dream man.

As you turn on the showerhead, you can’t help the disappointed exhale that echoes around you. Maybe you’re crazy, and him simply a figment of your imagination, but he felt real.

But it’s time for you to stop living in your head, you decide firmly. You’re calling Isla (she’s the one who recommended the audiobook) to see if she can hook you up with a blind date next weekend. After all, you’re a woman with needs, and you can’t rely on dreams to get off.

This time you enjoy your Sunday without any new thoughts of him.

 “So listen,” Isla says to you on the phone on Tuesday afternoon, “I finally got you a date, but the catch is, he’s not free on the weekend. Thursday sound good?”

“Thursday’s perfect,” you reply, hitting send on one of the emails you’re writing. “Thanks, Isles. What’d you say his name was again?”

“Jacob. He’s a solid 8/10 both in the looks department and in the sheets. You  did say you wanted one night stand material, right?”

“Not a one night stand, per se. I mean, yes, well”—you blow air out through your nose—“it’s whatever.”

“Right, this whatever of yours is going over to your place on Thursday night so better get that engine running soon, because you don’t sound the least bit excited at the idea of getting laid. You okay?”

“It’s fine.” You swivel in your chair. You can’t exactly tell her your blind date-slash-hookup probably won’t top the experience you had with mystery dream guy, so you choose to be deliberately vague in your answers. “Thursday it is. Now, I gotta go, I have work to do—talk to you soon.”

This is your solution: to screw him out of your mind by replacing figment with fact. Hopefully it works. 

You get the feeling it won’t.

 Wednesday night, you fall asleep to the sound of rain outside. There’s something about the peace and tranquility, the steadiness of the pitter patter, that comforts you like a familiar blanket.

You’re dreaming tonight: it’s nothing out of the ordinary, just you and Isla on some island getaway downing tropical drinks. You’re heading up to your hotel room, laughing, but a figure in a jet black suit stands right in front of your door. You stop, blink, and the scene changes from your island getaway to your bedroom.

He’s back. And real.

You’re sitting on your bed, staring, your heart thumping loudly against your ribcage. Vastly different from you, he’s leaning against the door, his posture casual and aloof as if he owns the place.

He regards you with a twinkling eye, his lips just barely curved upwards. He quirks up an eyebrow as he pushes off the door and takes two steps towards your bed.

“Did you miss me, pet?”

Something inside you melts as soon as the question is asked, his voice still as rich and full as you remember it nights ago. And then you remember it’s been almost a week, and that he’s left you hanging for that amount of time.

Without much thought, you slink out of bed and walk towards him. “You came back,” you say, and you’re proud of the fact that your voice is stronger than you feel. Right now you want to melt, sink into him and all his spaces, but the humiliation you felt (albeit weirdly misplaced—who gets upset that they got stood up by a dream guy?) takes precedence.

“Did you doubt that I would, kitten?”

You are about a pace apart from each other. Feeling bold, you look up into his green eyes. Oh, how you can get lost in them: warm and seductive and—

No. You will not make this easy. He comes for pleasure, and his alone. You were a little naïve to think he would consider you in this equation, but you know better now.

“I mean, it has been a fucking week. Almost.” There’s an edge to your tone, you make sure of that. Just to make it clear to him that even if he isn’t human, it’s not fair to leave someone on the brink of orgasm and let them think about it for days on end.

“A fucking week?” he repeats, only his tone is amused and thoughtful. He takes a step towards you and you instinctively take one back. A dance of sorts, only there is no reciprocation from you. “I apologize for my absence, sweet. I had other responsibilities I needed to take care of and I didn’t think it would affect you  this  much. Let me make it up to you”—your knees bump against the corner of your mattress and you buckle under the surprise of it. You sit with a yelp, and he rests his hands on your bare shoulders. “Let me make it up to you by a fucking week.”

“What?” Is he going to make you wait again?

His fingers begin to drum lightly on your collarbone. His eyes are practically glittering with excitement, mesmerizing you with how devastatingly handsome he is up close. Especially when he’s looking at you like  that.

“As you put so eloquently, sweet, a fucking week. An entire week of me coming to ravish you night after night, until you’re completely sated and satisfied.” His voice is a murmur, so low and heady you think you hear it inside you, warming you from your innermost parts to the tips of your fingers. “Does that appeal to you, pet?”

Your eyes flutter close as his long fingers skim up and down the column of your throat. Barely five minutes and your resolve has flung itself out the window.

“Yes,” you breathe, arching your neck as he brushes hair from your shoulders.

“Good. I intend to have my fill, and we’ve barely begun. Let’s make a game of it, hmm?” He twirls a lock of your hair around his index finger. “Being my lover is no easy feat. We need to heighten your senses, make sure you’re well-prepared.”

“What do you mean?” The question you ask spills from your lips as a default reaction, not truly thought out. Your attention is elsewhere, that being everywhere his fingers brush against.

“I’m going to learn about you, sweet. And you are going to learn about me.” He presses his palm flat against your chest, right on your sternum, the purposeful action a contrast to your now submissive self. Gently he pushes you until you’re lying on your back, and he climbs onto the bed with each leg on either side of you. His lean figure looms above you, dominating, as he lowers himself, stretching across you, the length of his body encasing you in his warmth and scent. He settles his weight on his elbows so he doesn’t crush you, but the hungrier part of you wants to have as little space between you as possible. It’s intoxicating you further; with every breath you take you feel like you’re inhaling more of him. You just want more of him.

He lowers his head until you feel his mouth at the shell of your ear. Something inside you coils in long-awaited anticipation, your muscles tense and rigid, as if any unwarranted movement will cause this reality to crumble in on itself.

His nose skims the helix of your ear, his prolonged inhale adding to the fire in your veins. And then he speaks in that spellbinding timbre that drives you mad.

“Night after night after night, I’m going to ravish you with my attention. My affection. I will discover, sweet, what desires you keep in the deepest recesses of your heart, where no one else but I can reach, and I will discover what desires have yet to be awakened in you. I like to think I’m quite skilled at that.” He chuckles in your ear, the sound filling your mind with fantasies and visions of other sounds he can make, none of them innocent. “I want to know  everything, sweet. I want to see everything—every rise and fall of your chest when you come close to release, the way your delicious lips part when it finally happens.”

Your eyes have slipped close at this point, every fiber in your being attuned to his words and his voice, hypnotizing you into picturing what he means.

“Yes, can you see it now?” His index finger traces light, arbitrary patterns on the outside of your bare thigh. “Because I can, quite perfectly. You’re going to be a wonderful treat, my dear—so delightful to unravel. Every change in expression, every shift in of your muscle, I’m going to savor it all. Savor  you. And then you will learn about me: what I enjoy, how to make me beg for you after you’ve begged for me.”

He drags a hand over your thigh from the knee up, until it rests on the spot between your hip and your ass. You can’t stop yourself from making a little noise (did you just  whimper? ) and your hips lift off the bed ever so minutely you think he doesn’t notice—but he does, because he hums and settles the weight of his pelvis over yours.

He’s hard and huge, and a thought flashes through your mind: oh, the things he can do to you with that much power between his legs and the things  you want to do to it.

“I like that sound, pet,” he comments, his lips skimming across your earlobe. He gyrates his hips over you once, twice, and then heaves off you. “Do it again.”

A curse tumbles from your lips, and he chuckles.

“What are you doing to me?” Your voice sounds different to you, breathy and almost whiny, and you’re hit with the realization that any form of coherency you have left is about to disappear from you entirely.

He puts his weight on you again, the stiffness poking at your belly a reminder—as if you need it—that there is the promise of more, and that he wants this probably as much, if not more, than you do.

“Teaching you,” he answers simply, his head dipping further to pepper your jawline with kisses. This time you allow yourself to relish the moment, and your neck moves to give him more access as his lips travel to a sensitive spot behind your ear.

“I… I’m not sure w-what I’m learning,” you respond between heavy breaths.

He sucks on a sensitive spot, just at the junction below your earlobe where the base of your jawline is, and you hear yourself gasp, a needy sound that under any other circumstance, would make you shy away in an instant. But here, in this moment, you feel there is no other way to express fully, and the sound is just right.

The gentle suction on your neck is somehow in time with the throbbing of your body, pulsing with the ache for more. His tongue licks over his new spot once he’s done, and your eyes all but roll to the back of your head at the action. The idea that he has just marked you as his sends an electrifying shudder down your body. He moves his face so it’s aligned with yours—you can feel his nose brushing against yours and his lips are a hair’s breadth away. They’re parted, so close to yours—you could easily capture them in a kiss with the slightest tilt of your chin. You try to do so, only you can feel him pull back and laugh lightly.

“First lesson,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth and then down to the ear he hasn’t whispered in. You shiver, craning your neck to the side. “Well, perhaps not a lesson just yet. But the first thing you must remember is my name.”

Yes. Finally you will know his name, something you can scream and whisper and groan in the future. It’s as if he reads your mind, because he continues, “I want to hear you say my name in all different ways. Soft, loud. Pleas, demands. Is that alright with you, sweet?”

You can’t string a single sentence now, with his mouth at your ear and his hands skimming over the skin where your pajama top has ridden up. Your brain is fried, muddled with lust, so all you do is nod.

“Good girl. Now let me hear it from that pretty mouth of yours.” He moves to kiss both your closed eyelids, your nose, until he’s hovering over your lips. You can feel them move above yours and it takes all your willpower not to kiss him right there. “Repeat after me: Loki.”

Loki. It’s a fitting name, for some reason. You can’t picture him with anything else.

“Loki,” you whisper against his lips, quiet and hushed, and it feels right, rolling off your tongue like a stream of water.

“Very good,” he says, and at last he presses his lips against yours, searing hot and languid at the same time. It’s as if he’s taking his time tasting you while you let him take control, his tongue skimming your top lip. And then he kisses you with more fervor, a little growl coming up deep from his throat, and he opens his mouth and takes your bottom lip in between his teeth.

Stars. You’re seeing stars.

Your breathing hitches as he sucks on your bottom lip, a steady rhythm that opens up the floodgates of filthy thoughts and wants and wishes. Giving one final suck, he completely lifts his entire body off of you. Your eyes open, bleary and heavy, and you can see just how divine he looks above you: aroused, flushed, and staring at you with the intensity of the summer sun.

“First  real lesson, sweet,” he says, his voice just the slightest bit rougher, “is sound.”

#loki fanfic #loki x you #loki x reader #smut #incubus loki #reader insert #tom hiddleston #fanfic #by belle

[phoenixyfriend]

Since alternate realities are canon, this technically makes all aus canon. How's it feel knowing JaLD is a canon alternate reality for VLD? ;)

Honestly? I’m amused as hell. Partially because this is something I already kind of believe about the nature of fandom, fiction, and the universe. (Well, maybe not that last one, but it’s a fun thing to think about.) Want to know more? There’s a link to a fic called “That’s, Like, Sixteen Walls” below. Read it, and hopefully it’ll make sense.

NOTE: if you guys haven’t read the Author’s Note on the Epilogue of Just a Little Death yet… please do. There’s plenty of ridiculous things going on there regarding dimension hopping crossover one-shot sequel ideas.

Okay, story time!

So, I spend a lot of my chat time with @firebirdeternal, my beta, brainstorming for existing fics. Sometimes it’s angst, but USUALLY I’m over in crack-verse cooking up a storm of whatever I think is hilarious.

(Note: It’s probably not as funny to anyone except me and firebird. Still, we have fun.)

One of the default “I feel like talking about a crack scenario I’ll never write” concepts we mess around with is the mega-fic multicrossover scenario, which is basically just me going “Okay but what if a BUNCH of my fics’ casts all went through some kind of multiversal glitch that resulted in all of them being in the same Castle?”

The most common fics I bring up in that scenario, in order:

Just a Little Death

Half-incubus Lance, basically canon+modern fantasy elements

Ninjas and Aliens

Team Voltron found a planet that happens to be home to the Naruto cast; they are loaned a team of A/S-ranked shinobi to help in the war. This is great, except for the fact that this Team is Taka, and thus full of assholes who don’t give a shit, and Juugo.

That’s, Like, Sixteen Walls

Lance can break the fourth wall. Unfortunately, the fourth wall annoys him right back.

Let It the Quiznak Go

Blue decided that humans were too fragile, so she gifted her paladin ice powers. She did not gift him a user’s manual.

The Mermaid!Lance fic I’m working on and a handful of other ideas that haven’t quite taken form yet. (Stuff like the canon au where Hunk can see ghosts and is creeped out by all the dead wandering the Castle’s halls, or the one where Keith is followed by Norse Myth’s Loki in fox form because SURPRISE you’re part god, but watching you be frustrated is fun, so nobody’s going to tell you who the godly grandparent is. Instead, Loki is going to stick around and be a very sarcastic trickster mentor because they find it funny.)

A hypothetical A/B/O fic that I’d be using because the character interactions would be hilarious when the rest of these fics would be taken into account. I’m probably never going to write the basic omegaverse fic, but in this context? Imagine Alpha!Keith growling at someone, and then JaLD!Lance fucking with him by leaping across the table, going full demon (hissing and ominous smoke included), and pressing down very lightly on everyone’s psyches with the fear illusion for a few moments, just to show off.

This scenario is one of my favorites to imagine because it involves JaLD!Keith throwing an apple at Lance while the non-JaLD characters are watching in horror (save for Sixteen Walls Lance, who can’t be surprised, and Team Taka, who are constantly unimpressed by literally everything because… well, they’re them). Lance catches the apple by stabbing it through with his tail without looking, and turns to Keith, who’s already yelling, “HEY ASSHOLE, GET OFF THE FUCKING TABLE, WE EAT ON THERE.”

JaLD Lance’s response is basically just to take the apple off of his tail, hop off the table while shifting back to human form and pretending he wasn’t just summoning a taste of hell, and going “I’m keeping this.”

I don’t care if anyone else finds it funny. I love imagining it.

I almost never include Turn Back the Clock, because… yeah. That’s a much more serious fic and I don’t want to give Lance more trauma than he already has.

Keep in mind, I have incidents in mind for each of these where the cast goes through a corrupted wormhole again and gets spat out into a different fandom entirely. Sixteen Walls? They end up in Heathers or Hairspray. Lance with ice powers? Obviously have to do a Frozen crossover. JaLD? I’ve got those fuckers going everywhere in my mind from Disney’s Descendants to the Marvel Cinematic Universe to Firefly to other people’s fanfics.

(After I read Watercast, I kept imagining the sheer chaos that JaLD!Lance or NaA’s Taka would do if they got dropped there. I will never even consider writing it, but I like to imagine JaLD!Lance doing a trust fall with Blue off of a cliff. Everyone expects him to go splat, but Blue just swoops down and plucks him out of the air like it’s nothing instead.)

…You would probably find it amusing that my first thought upon finishing the AU episode of Season 3 was actually “Oh god, what if Marisol showed up and got into an argument with Lance about disappearing at random instead of paying attention to the armed guards, etc.?”

Anyway, that was probably a much longer answer than you were expecting.

TL;DR: I adore the implications that all fanfics are potential AUs of canon, because I’m a sucker for personally writing inter-fic and normal crossovers, as I find them a lot of fun, even if I can’t always handle reading people meeting AU versions of themselves/their friends, because awkward.

EDIT: The Lances would be the driving force behind this. One is half incubus. One constantly acts like he’s high because the Void is fucking with his head by giving him Fourth Wall access. One is a mermaid from Plaxum’s planet. One of them freezes over the ENTIRE FUCKING ROOM by accident if he makes a mistake and falls asleep in a common area. One of them is in a FWB relationship with a seduction specialist ninja (hi, Konohamaru). Like… just three of these would be enough, though eyes on the prize JaLD and Frozen!Lance are the most capable of accidentally causing chaos.

(And NaA’s Team Taka is… not necessarily a SAFE chaos…)

#phoenix babbles #jald #naa #frozen!lance #sixteen walls #crossovers #kurumu

[lovelesstobeloved-blog]

Um, I saw your response to one post about the whole "grab Sephiroth and throw him somewhere far away from the planet", and I am really curious about this headcanon of FF7's "Hell" and this Earth=Gaia stuff. Is this connected to this headcanon you mention about, "Raison d'etre"? Is it all right you could tell us more about this, 'cause I really want to know more about this?

Aww, glad someone is curious enough about this (The anon is talking about this post). Even though most would put up something comedic or something, this idea of ours (remember my friend who came up with a tragic “Genesis’ sacrifice”? Same one, even this idea has some similar elements) takes a much darker turn ;P

Well, I was going to explain a little bit, but I decided to let it all out. But do be careful that it might contain a bit of spoiler to my “Raison d’etre” Headcanon plus “unofficial fan sequel fanfic of “Beloved”” (yes, still strifesodos), So, here’s the info:

Three important realms: Planet Earth (an alternate version of our world), the Astral Boundary (”Heaven”), and the Event Horizon (”Hell”)

Three Main Gods as “Representatives” the Planet: Gaea, Ouranos, and Pontus. They’re the main creators of this world.

In the original concept: when it comes to Death, souls will “Depart from the Planet, depending how blessed or damned they are.”

The Astral Boundary, original name: Akasha, is an ethereal plane that surrounds the Planet. All gods and goddesses reside there. It’s also the place where all blessed worthy souls go after death, becoming one with the plane.

The Event Horizon, original name: Tartarus, is a void that exist within space. Other gods and demons reside there. It’s also the place where all damned sinful souls go after death, being erased to nothingness. However, the ”system” of this realm has a flaw.

Two Chosen Representatives of the Realms: Minerva of the Astral Boundary and Diabolos of the Event Horizon. Each have their own Disciples: Minerva has Michael (note: despite the name, Michael is female) while Diabolos has Lucifer.

Janus, the “Two-faced God of Beginnings and Endings” serve as an advisor for Gaea, Ouranos, and Pontus, and also a mediator to both Minerva and Diabolos and every gods of both realms.

As time passed for Planet Earth, a mass majority of sinful souls starts to grow at a drastic number than pure souls. Especially how there was the most catastrophic event of the “Great War”, which later lead to the complete extinction of mankind and the extinguish of the Earth’s core.

Because of the overflowing sinful souls, the Event Horizon suffers a flaw: the Event Horizon is nothingness, and these souls were actually becoming one with this realm. But unlike the Astral Boundary, this procedure starts to corrupt the “Event Horizon”. Soon, this realm develop its own personality and ego. that it craves for more souls, making the Event Horizon uninhabitable as the realm starts to devour its residents. Only few (ie. Diabolos, Lucifer, Hades, Leviathan, Ifrit, Typhon, Kujata, Bahamut, etc.) manage to escape to the Astral Boundary.

The Event Horizon also create its own Avatar to represent it (first known as Tartarus, but later goes with numerous names and titles, such as “The “Will” Beyond the Void”, ThErIoN, Mephistopheles, The Imaginary Number, Legion, The Devil, and many others, but it’s mostly well-known to be addressed as “The One with Many Names”), and later gave birth to two “children”: “Erebos the Dread” and “Jenova the Calamity” along with other “lesser Beasts” (Think of them as the Great Ones from “Bloodborne”)

Gaea and Ouranos decided to commence the Planet’s Rebirth. But, to revive the Planet and help bring the forth new human civilzation, the two must sacrifice their existence.

Before that happen, they made preparation: First, the created Cosmos, “The Celestial Child”, who will protect the mankind from the upcoming threat from the corrupted Event Horizon; and Second, they decided to make alteration for “Afterlife System”. According to Janus, the Astral Boundary will break numerous time in the future by the Event Horizon, making it uninhabitable for the Gods and the future Pure Souls. So, because the Planet’s core is “beyond repair”, they decided to make this a place where the souls shall rest.

That’s when Pontus comes to help. He relinquish his position from godhood as he drains all his “blood”/spirit energy and transfer to the Planet, so that his discarded energy can accept any souls of the deceased (which will now be known as the Lifestream). This lead him to be “demoted” as a “female water nymph” in a special hidden location among the planet (a lake known as “Avalon Mirror”), who will later play an important role as “The Lady of the Lake”.

Also, with this alteration, The Lifestream shall represent both “Heaven” and “Hell”. That way, both worthy and sinful souls can “Return to the Planet”. Now, the sinful souls can no longer Depart to the Event Horizon, as all the gods hoped that this new procedure will cease the further “corruption” to the Event Horizon.

However, “The One with Many Names” is not pleased with this change as it demands more souls to the Event Horizon in the future as normal. As all gods refuse to “restore the original system”, it made an “assassination attempt” on Cosmos. Though it failed to kill her, it successfully damaged her psyche (in a form of a “virus”), rendering her comatose, with very low chance of restoration, leaving the mankind of this reborn Planet in danger in the future. Thus, the Avatar of the Event Horizon along with its “children” declared war against the gods. This became well known as “The War of the Beasts”.

Loki and his Three Children, Jormungandr, Fenrir, and Hel, are the first casualties of this war, being devoured by Erebos, this War’s Juggernaut. (Actually, Erebos devours Loki, while his children were defeated and spirited away to the Event Horizon, suffering a Fate Worse than Death).

Zeus, Poseidon, Artemis, Apollo, Mars, Venus, Osiris, Isis, Horus, Anubis, Thoth, Ra, Set, Vishnu, Brahma, Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, Susanoo, Dryad, Thor, Freyja, Baldr, Tyr,  Azazel, Mammon, Azrael, Metatron, Sandalphon,  and many other gods and goddesses were devoured by Erebos during the War of the Beasts.

Suzaku (now known as Phoenix), is the only survivor of his unit as he witness his comrades (Seiryu, Byakko, Genbu) and his captain, Koryu, being devoured by Erebos.

With Janus’ advise, Minerva and Diabolos, along with their Diciples and each of thieir units (Micheal’s: Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel; Lucifer’s: Satan, Belial, Leviathan), they decided to have a Final Battle against Erebos in order to banish him and the Beasts back to the Event Horizon and make the Astral Boundary as a sealed barrier.

Before leaving to battle, Janus request both Michael and Lucifer to offer him each of their “essenses/will”, for his future “project”.

Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Satan, and Belial were devoured during the battle. Diabolos barely manage to escape from Erebos by “degenerating” himself from his god shell to a “Demi” (who will play an important role for both Chaos and Merlin). Lucifer was slowly “spirited away to the Event Horizon”, Michael use her “trump card” by letting herself be devoured, as unleashed a “kamikaze” within Erebos, burning him from the inside and destroyed his “outer shell”. This results Erebos being reduced to a pitiful, vulnerable state that could not handle the exposure of the Planet’s environment/atmosphere

“The One with Many Names” was forced to reclaim his “son” back to the Event Horizon along with the other Beasts. in a form of a “ceasefire”. Then Minerva finally made the seal, still aware of Janus’ warning that the “ceasefire will end as the seal shatters”.

Before Gaea and Ouranos finally commence the Rebirth and cease to exist, the two offer their “wills” to Janus for him to continue his future “project”.

All the surviving gods (Ifrit, Shiva, Ramuh, Odin, Atlas (aka Titan), Bahamut, Kujata, Typhon, Hades, Suzaku (aka Phoenix), Leviathan) decided to disguise themselves as humans to observe mankind’s progress, but must go under oath that they must not get involved with human affair. Only Minerva, chosen a representative in the Lifestream, and Diabolos, now a “Demi-god/Incubus” human individual, are exceptional. (Diabolos will die and suffer a tragic fate around the time King Arthur is born).

Like Minerva and Diabolos, Janus is also exceptional. However, after leaving behind his “blueprints for the WEAPONs” and his “creations” (The “Akashic Record” (Codename:Aither), an “Archetype” (artificial human) that serve as “The Will Among the Plane” and substitute for Cosmos; Enkidu, “The (soon-to-be) Will Within the World” and the “catalyst” for his other “creation”, Gilgamesh, who will be provided an important role regarding to the Champions such as Solomon, Alexander, Roland, Jeanne, King Arthur, etc.) while his disciples, Chronos and the Norns, focus of trying to restore Cosmos, he vanished without a trace. Many gods believed he got devoured by the Event Horizon, most believed he forsaken them and the Planet, while Minerva and Diabolos and Janus’ disciples might know what happen to him, but remained silence (for his own safety).

Even though the seal is strong enough to prevent Erebos and the lesser Beasts from descending to the Planet, it’s still not enough to prevent the realm’s Avatar (as his existence is equal to the gods) from entering the Planet’s undetected, watching from the shadows… waiting… and take action whenever humanity has a darkest desire that need to be granted. (yeah, think of that “Devil” as a combination of Kyuubey, Yuki Terumi, and Junko Enoshima). Especially how one of the desires the Entity granted for the Wayward Cetra of granting her a new God to worship by bringing his second child, Jenova, to descend to the Gaia. Knowing some day in the distant future, “The One with Many Names” will succeed its plan to restore its eldest child, shatter the boundary and purge all mankind… 

Phew! Finally let it out.

Well, I could go over more on Gilgamesh’s history on Planet Gaia and how this will involved with future champions (Solomon, Alexander, Arthur, etc.) to be born after him along with the “Akashic Record”, but I’ll wait if anyone’s starts to get interested with this headcanon.

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