Work in progress; 172k+ words and counting; this story is my pride and joy but heed the tags I beg of you, the subject matter is dark
Summary: As promised, Loki has conquered Midgard, and he rules with inhuman ruthlessness. A failing insurrection is one of the last remaining threats to his autocratic control of Earth. Carla Franco, one of the last combatants standing, fights to survive the war with her sanity in tact.
See also: OTDHSTEOW tag (wherein I talk about this story, its characters, and its progress)
Team Players (AO3) (Tumblr)
Complete; 4,591 words; filthy, slightly silly smut (Loki x F reader x F author (yes you read that correctly) x other Fs)
Summary: You live in Loki's bedroom with a very friendly group of fellow abductees. As long as you can follow a few ground rules, we're all going to have a great time.
Lucifer, son of the morning, I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (AO3) (Tumblr)
Complete; 1,014 words; a vignette set contemporaneously with Chapter 34 of Only the Dead; Wakandan OCs plot to assassinate King Loki
Summary: B'Ntrella wasn't invited to the reception, but he came to New York with a wedding gift for Loki anyway.
Are you still with us, Guardsman? (AO3)
Complete; 766 words; a vignette set in the same place and time as Only the Dead; OC whump; there's no summary it's just one of my OCs getting waterboarded
Caribbean Queen (Tumblr)
Complete; 736 words; another Only the Dead spinoff, this time from Loki's perspective; no explicit content to warn for unless you fear Billy Ocean; much lighter/more fun than the other two vignettes.
Summary: Loki enjoys human music and develops some strong opinions.
Don't Go Breaking My Heart (AO3) (Tumblr)
Complete; 1,548 words; romcom ass bullshit; I wrote this in response to a song prompt and I don't love it, I think I should just stick to orgies and waterboarding
Summary: A long-distance situationship with an Asgardian Prince was not part of your ten-year plan. Just as you're having second thoughts, Loki graces you with his presence.
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(Male) marvel rivals characters and their favorite ways to fuck you
Authors note: I’ll probably do a girl version soon, playing this game makes me so horny
nsfw 18+, fem reader, overstim, spanking, creampie
Adam Warlock:
He loves the look of you on your back, pretty doe eyes blinking up at him as he rocks into you at an even pace, legs locked behind him. He always insists on stripping you naked, wanting no scrap of clothing to cover your body from his gaze. And of course, this extends to him as his golden skin shimmers with sweat above you. His hand usually finds a home entangled with yours, his other arm braced on the mattress, allowing you to squeeze and feel his comforting grip. The words that tumble from his mouth as your pussy grips his cock like a vice are always sickly sweet like honey, praising the way you look squirming under him, the way your features contort with pleasure, the way your eyes look hazy with tears as he keeps going after you cum. “Those sweet eyes on me are the most powerful aphrodisiac in the universe” he’d say, honesty pouring from his tone, not even realising how flustered his words make you as tears begin to roll down your cheeks at his unstoppable movements. Because he doesn’t stop, he can’t. He has to see you experiencing the heights of pleasure, being brought to ecstasy again and again otherwise he’ll feel like he failed. It’s only after your crying out following your 4th orgasm that his hips snap inside you once, twice, before stilling and filling you up.
Doctor Strange:
He loves taking you against things, finds the almost taboo nature of being too desperate to wait oh so tantalising. He’s enjoyed fucking you against one of the bookshelves in the sanctum sanctorum, feeling the wood rattle and books fall to the floor as he snaps his hips against your ass. There have also been many times where he’s had you against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist to keep your cunt squeezing him. But best of all is when he takes you over his desk. He goes feral every time, usually due in part to you teasing him, sat there all pretty, using your foot to nudge against his bulge. Theres nothing better than putting a bratty girl like you in her place, pushing you down and making your ass stick up for him. Always spanks you a couple of times to hear you whine, telling you “how much of a bad girl have you been to drive me to take you in such a manner? Have you no shame?” before pushing his thick cock inside of you, shushing your desperate gasps. The feral nature of fucking his girl against his desk, the slight thrill of someone walking in and realising have him almost cumming too soon, having to slow down and grab the meat of your hips to calm himself down.
Gambit:
Oh he wants you on your back, but with your ankles pinned behind your ears. He’s always charming you into bed with his words, his light touches, his empty promises of “Gambit just wanna hold his woman, ain’t nothing bad ‘bout that?”. Usually it isn’t long before he’s bullying his fat cock into your pussy, remarking how easy it is to get you gushing around him. Pushing your legs up allows him to get deeper inside you, feeling every little bit of your cunt gripping him like a vice. The expression on your face riles him up, the look of pure ecstasy as he fills you so completely, but it’s the fact that all of you is for his eyes only. His fingers dance everywhere they can, groping your tits, feeling the squish of your thighs, hell even massaging the soles of your feet. Every part of you turns him on beyond belief. So the fact he can see it all laid bare as he snaps his dick into you over and over has him frantically strumming your clit to ensure he doesn’t leave his lady unsatisfied before he pumps her full of his cum. And that he does, a man like him usually isn’t satiated by just one round. Depending on how hyped up he’s been, how much tension needs to be released, he can usually be up for another round. And he loves not pulling out. The sounds of your cries mixed with the slick sounds of his dick fucking the wetness between your legs, watching his cum leak around the edges and form a ring around the base of his cock. He swears he sees god every time.
Human Torch:
He’s an ass man, through and through. So obviously doggy style appeals to him the most. Loves it when he’s standing, seeing that arch of your back as you drape yourself over the mattress, ass up and ready for the taking. Always takes the time to properly squeeze and grope each cheek, spreading them to get a good look at your empty cunt until you can’t help but beg him to put it inside. And he does, but only after a few slaps of his palm against them, moaning like he’s the one being struck. The recoil of your ass each time he thrusts into you is pure heaven, and if you’re willing he definitely records it on his phone, making sure to get each plap plap as the camera zooms into the sticky mess you’re making his cock. But when he’s gonna cum, he loves to paint your ass white, especially if his earlier ministrations mean the skin is red. His mouth is on overdrive as he jerks himself off, telling you how gorgeous your ass is, how he’s so lucky to have got a girl like you, how “god you could make a fortune from sellin’ some videos babe” before he’s cumming ropes all over. Will probably spread it all around your cheeks when he’s done, before rushing and nearly stumbling over his shaking legs to grab a towel.
Iron Fist:
Up against the wall is always one he goes back to in his mind when you’re both apart. He loves demonstrating his strength to you, relishing in the excited gasp and giggles you let out when he picks you up, muscles flexing, before pushing you snug against the nearest wall. Grinning as your legs lock behind him, as he guides his dick inside of you with a groan, cockiness slightly leaving his body as he feels your familiar walls around him. He always stutters out a laugh at your concern as you tell him he can put you down if he’s getting tired, mumbling a “you’re like a feather baby, don’t you worry about me.” Alternatively he does love pressing you against a wall, tits smushed as he pulls your ass towards him. Something about the feral nature of taking you like an animal, the desperation meaning you couldn’t wait. He loves it, slamming into you over and over again, arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still. Even better if your legs partially give way, allowing him to keep you upright as he continues to thrust away. And if you offer to get on your knees when he’s close? You swear you can see actual hearts in his eyes.
Loki:
Riding always gets him going. A god deserves to be worshipped, no? He loves to lay back, comfortable among the asgardian silks as his cock rests against his stomach. It gets to a point where he doesn’t even need to ask anymore, a simple raise of his eyebrow and nod of his head has you knowing what he wants. Letting you straddle him, watching as you position his dick beneath you and slowly sinking down, it does things to him he’d rather not admit. But he will tell you how much he loves the performance, how stunning of a pet you are as you use your body for his pleasure, how “you’re doing such a good job for your king my darling, keep it up and you may just earn a reward”. He doesn’t remain detached the whole time, as he loves feeling your hips and waist, reaching up and up to playfully pinch your nipples to hear the gasp it elicits. In times where he needs the release, it’s not uncommon for him to grip your hips hard before fucking up into you, revelling in your surprised cries and moans as you can only grasp his biceps for dear life. Other times he’s content to let you set the pace, loving the way you draw your own pleasure from your movements. But of course he’ll use a thumb on your clit to bring you to completion, after all, what kind of king would he be if he didn’t care about his subjects?
Mister Fantastic:
Another who loves riding, but more specifically in a chair. It’s no secret that he spends much of his time in the lab, and he loves how understanding you are. His mind is a brilliant tool to help humanity, but even geniuses need breaks. That’s where you come in, massaging his shoulders and telling him that just a few moments away from a problem could do wonders. He knows every time what you’re doing, but your eagerness to help him has his dick hard before you’ve even undone his belt. When you get to bouncing on it, he adores the different sensations; the squeaking of the chair, the noise of your ass slapping against his thighs, the mixture of your moans together in the air, it all just paints a beautifully lewd painting within him. The risk of doing it in the lab also thrills him more than he believes it should, the thought of someone coming in and seeing his girl taking care of him like this makes his cock throb almost painfully inside of you. He grabs at your hips so hard it’s almost harsh, gritting out “you look so beautiful my dear, what an honor it is to have you all to myself”. And when he cums inside you, he often has a devilish smile as he gets his own back on your teasing, stretching his dick to make sure not a drop of his cum can leak out of your pussy.
idk it really bothers me when people make fun of women and try to justify it by saying White Women or Straight Women or Cis Women or whatever because 85% of the time theyre not criticizing white supremacy or heterosexuality or anything to do with harmful gender stereotypes, they're just making fun of women who Happen to belong to a specific group & are trying to justify their misogyny (intentionally or not) by slapping CISHET onto it
I know for a fact it's not "none of you" (because I am lucky and have wonderful people who stick with me for months between updates and leave me lovely, motivating comments) but I definitely definitely notice that younger readers in particular will refuse to pick up a WIP!
Let me tell you I *need* some form of extrinsic pressure to do like anything, especially those things that are not mandatory to sustain human life, and comments on a WIP are so so encouraging. When you put literally months (or if you're me, years) of attention and energy and time into something it helps so much when someone says "I appreciate this, please keep going."
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Reminder to self: A file folder of outlines and character notes and half-written scenes is the equivalent of an artist’s sketchbook and holds just as much value to the creative process.
If a framed canvas isn’t the only worthwhile expression of visual art, then a fully edited and polished piece of significant length is not the only worthwhile expression of writing.
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Warnings: Mob activity, adult entertainment setting, obsession, possessiveness, power imbalance
Words: 300 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles connected to this
Prompt: June 10th - “Blacklights and a mirrored disco ball.”
The main floor hit differently after the back rooms.
There, everything was envelopes, ledgers, men swallowing fear. Out here, the club breathed. Music pulsed beneath blacklights and a mirrored disco ball, breaking bodies into colour and shine.
Loki had no reason to look for you.
He did anyway.
You were near the VIP curtain, one hand resting on a patron’s arm, smile tilted up at him like something poured smooth and sweet. Your working smile. A bought smile.
You turned your head, seeing him.
For one suspended second, the club fell away. Long enough your smile frayed at the edges.
The man beside you said something, and you looked away first, guiding him toward the curtain with practiced ease. Loki’s fingers tightened into fists inside of his pockets.
Fandral noticed him tense.
“Oh,” he said, following Loki’s gaze. “She’s pretty.”
Loki’s expression did not move. “So are most of them.”
The lie sat bitter under his tongue.
Fandral hummed, amused. “True enough. Still. That one has something. Probably why she’s busy.”
Busy.
The word slid under Loki’s ribs like a blade.
He tried not to think of all the ways you ensnared him. The way you looked at him without lowering your eyes. The strain beneath your painted softness. The fact that Frandral had noticed anything at all.
You disappeared behind the curtain with a man who was not him.
Loki turned toward the exit.
“We should leave.”
Fandral glanced back toward the stage, smile lazy. “So soon?”
“No one wants us lingering here.” Loki adjusted his cuffs, voice smooth. “It is bad for business.”
Fandral laughed. “Speak for yourself.”
Loki kept walking.
He did not look back.
Knowing he could not afford to.
Not when every second he stayed made temptation feel less like weakness and more like inevitability.
Here’s the thing: authors know when they get a rec on an older story. There’s a telltale uptick of kudos (with a 10-15% comment rate if you’re lucky) in your digest email.
The thing is, there’s no way to know where these people are coming from. In the before, when fandom was more in the corners we all knew about, you could search LJ or a message board or whatever social bookmarking site we were using. You could join the community and participate.
You could get a little dopamine hit by seeing someone tell their friends why they loved your story.
Anymore, those recs are hidden in discords, or in tiktoks or instagram slideshows that you can’t search for. They’re inaccessible, not discoverable unless you’re already there. You may never know why 27 people left kudos on an old story of yours, what they liked and found in your writing. You just get the thumbs up and a kinda lonely feeling, cause these could be your people. You could like them, maybe. You could be friends.
But you’ll never find out why they stopped by, or what people are saying about you behind your back, and that’s sad.
So thank you to the people who still do public rec lists on this webbed site. You are my sunshine, and I’m appreciative of all of you.
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