#the guy turns against the trickster and hes stopped

[thetimelordbatgirl]

With all the mystery around who Ruby is and who her mom is, I really, really hope it isn't actually the Trickster like others have been saying, because while yes it would be nice to see something from SJA appear in current DW, it also would just feel weird at this point as the Trickster was such a Sarah Jane villain that it just feels wrong to give him to the Doctor as an enemy just because Sarah Jane is gone.

[atinystraynstay]

Game Night - Yoon Jeonghan

Synopsis: Jeonghan was the type of guy who joked around, the type to be not so serious. I guess that's why you never took his flirting to be anything more than him trying to get you to laugh. Jeonghan was now determined to make you see differently.

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x fem reader

Genre: friends to lovers! playful competitiveness with Jeonghan

Word Count: 1.8k

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"So, y/n, what are the chances of you letting me be yours for the night?" Jeonghan asked teasingly. "Maybe when you learn to stop cheating at Guess Who!" You groaned.

It was a typical Sunday night for you and Jeonghan. You two always had game nights together, ever since you can remember. Both of you were quite competitive, so you were equal competitors for one another. At this point, most of the members have given up on playing against Jeonghan anyways.

Jeonghan and you had become good friends over the past few years. However, you never believed Jeonghan was into you. He sometimes liked to flirt with people because he thrived on making people feel uncomfortable for a second before making them laugh. He definitely was a trickster.

Recently though, Jeonghan didn't see his flirting towards you as just teasing. He was starting to realize he was starting to like you. More than a friend. It took a lot to scare Jeonghan but what scared him the most was you ever finding out about his little secret. If anything, he amplified his flirting with you to try to keep his crush concealed for a little bit longer.

He was sure he would tell you eventually. He just didn't know when.

"I can't help that you are bad at dropping hints. Seriously, y/n. You make it too easy for me!"

You rolled your eyes at Jeonghan's antics. To anyone, they might find his confidence insufferable. However, to you, you found it endearing. Jeonghan was the man who could be silent when he needed to be, especially when encountering new experiences and new people. When he was comfortable and relaxed, he let his true colors shine.

You were just blessed to be one of the lucky ones who got to experience his entire rainbow.

"Okay, let's actually play this time. Honest and fair." "Honest and fair."

I his mind, the gears were turning. Sure, he wanted to win the game but he had an alternative motive. A lot was on the line.

"Have you selected who I am going to guess right?" You asked challengingly.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes playfully but he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. Whenever he was around you, he found himself smiling brighter than ever before. You just managed to pull that side out of him oh so easily.

He also has never encountered someone who was maybe just as competitive as he was.

"Yeah, angel. I'm ready to watch you get frustrated. You're really cute when you get flustered, you know? I always love the way your nose scrunches up and you get a bit red in the face." "That doesn't happen,' you lied. "Oh right, it doesn't when it is with anyone else. I guess I just have that effect over you," he snickered.

You could feel your cheeks heating up the more he spoke. It didn't help he was staring you down with that smug grin on his face.

God, why does he have to be so damn attractive?

"Shut up," you muttered. "Let's just play, ok?"

He leaned back in the chair, arms crossed over his chest. He was easily amused by how easily he could make you crumble.

One of the very first things that Jeonghan noticed about you was how independent you were. You weren't afraid to call people out on their bullshit, and always felt the freedom to voice your opinion. You weren't the type of person who needed to rely on others to do something.

It was quite the treat to watch you lose your train of thought if he just looked at you. You often forgot what you were going to say the moment Jeonghan said something flirtatious to you. He almost didn't register the possibility of you liking him back until he noticed how you looked away to try to conceal the wide smile on your lips and pink blush coating your cheeks.

The two of you have been doing this waltz around confessing your feelings for a while now. And frankly, Jeonghan was getting tired of playing that game. He wanted something new.

"Pretty ladies first," Jeonghan announced.

There you go again, blushing at his words. It was almost too easy.

"Does your person have facial hair?"

He took a moment to act as if he he had to think about it. You raised an eyebrow, knowing that he was up to something but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"Oh come on, Hannie, we just started. There's no way you forgot already who your character is," you teased.

His heart fluttered every time you called him that petname. A lot of people called him Hannie. But when you say it? It was music to his ears. It made him feel all warm and tingly at the prospective of him being exclusively yours and you being all his.

"No, my character doesn't. I was just trying to make you annoyed again," he snickered.

You rolled your eyes but kept a light smile on your lips. Anyone else would be underneath your skin, but he just had this way of finding his antics endearing. Your pointer finger got to work at flipping down the 8 characters you successfully eliminated.

"So, my sweet girl," he began. Oh, here we go. "Does your character have glasses?"

You smirked as he guessed incorrectly. You looked up at him with this look of amusement on your face. Honestly, he has never found you more attractive than when you let your competitive side free. He liked a challenge.

And getting to be your man was his greatest challenge yet.

"No strike, buddy. Better luck next time."

You and Jeonghan continued going back and forth like this for a few rounds. Jeonghan had still had six character cards flipped up, whereas you only had one. You were about to go in for the kill.

"Is your person Charlotte?"

Finally! You beat Jeonghan!

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's incorrect," he smirked.

Your eyes grew wide as they flickered between the game board and Jeonghan. That was impossible. You had literally one character card left. Your eyes narrowed on him as he just sat there with a wide grin on his lips. He had his elbows resting on the table as he watched I amusement.

"You said honest and fair this time," you whined. "And I have been honest! You were asking for my person, and all the things you were asking did not match up with who I selected." "Oh really now? Okay smartass, prove it."

Gladly.

Very slowly, Jeonghan got up to make his way over to you. You raised an eyebrow, but with each step he took towards you, your heart beats faster and harder. What was he doing? You wanted to question him but you were drawn speechless. Again. Only Yoon Jeonghan could make you tongue-tied. It was as if you were glued to your seat too as you watched him make the short journey from his end of the table towards yours.

"I'll describe my person to you. Maybe you accidentally flipped them down."

His voice was now softer, almost deeper. What is going on? All you could do was nod your head, eyes trained on him in anticipation.

"My person also has these eyes that quite literally are like two disco balls. They capture whatever light is reflected into them. I can't even tell you what color their eyes are because I've never see a shade like it before. But it is my favorite color." He had now approached your side the table, leaning against it as he looked down at you. "And just as bright of a smile to match."

You wanted to melt into a puddle before him with how warm and fuzzy he makes you feel by just doing the simplest of things. It wasn't fair.

"My person has long hair. Sometimes they curl it, somewhat they straighten it. Each time though, I want to run my fingers through it."

As he spoke, he lifted on hand to run through your hair. He tucked a few strands behind your ear. His fingertips moved forward until they grazed against your cheek. He didn't miss the opportunity to cup your cheek, keeping your head tilted up towards him so you couldn't look away no matter how badly you got flustered.

"My person also has this infectious laughter that makes me want to know every little joke, every little secret they might have. She also has this adventurous, competitive side of her that is so attractive. I think you two would get along just fine," he winked.

Your lips were slightly parted as you gazed up at him. This had to be a dream, right? There was no way this was actually happening.

"Y/n, you asked for my person. It's been you this whole time," he whispered.

For the first time, he seemed almost at a loss for words. It as if he couldn't believe he actually confessed to you. And now that his feelings were out in the open, he was afraid of the repercussions of being so vulnerable with you. His biggest fear was losing you, and he was afraid he was heading in that direction.

Slowly, you stood up. In fear, Jeonghan removed his hand from your face. Fuck, how can I fix this?

Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he didn't hesitate to hold your waist. He looked at you with excitement now in eyes, almost like a little boy on Christmas Day. You couldn't help but giggle at how adorable he looked.

"What are you waiting for, Hannie? You've got me where you've always wanted to me," you whispered.

He didn't need to be told twice. Ever so gently, as if you were made out of glass, he pressed his lips against yours. He couldn't fight the smile that grew on his lips. He squeezed your hips affectionately before pulling you in closer. You tilted your head at the right angle to kiss him deeply, without holding back anymore.

The feeling was indescribable. It was a mixture of joy and relief, knowing that years of pining after you finally amounted to this moment. He could really let every emotion, every thought of you free and not just dwell in his mind. And the best part was that it was reciprocated.

You were the one to break the kiss at first but kept your face close to his. You wore a similar goofy smile, just as in disbelief that you kissed not only your best but but the man of your dreams.

"I can't believe you used a board game to confess your feelings to me." "But it looks like I won after all," he smirked.

You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning up to press your lips against his again.

[ghouljams]

your fae au is WONDERFUL i kinda read every single post in one sitting and can't get enough of those fae boys (loved them all but Soap and König are my favs, mean trickster Johnny ❤my love). Do you have some more of Soap and their Darling, pretty please with a cherry on top? Maybe Soaps visits Liebling shop? Does Johnny know König, they probably wouldn't like one another but Soap never was one to get scared...

This is a good post to say: No Fae!141 do not know König! Or like, they know of him because he's a weirdo but they don't know him. Price maybe has met him, but the rest of the boys are not acquainted with the nasty boy. This is a lot of Soap's darling being an adhd queen and not a lot of romance stuff. Very territorial fae vibes tho.

We’re going to get a quick Liebling POV before jumping to Soap and his Darling because God, I love terrorizing Liebling's shop.

You’ve had very little reason to fear the creatures that enter your shop since König started hanging around. You really have no reason to fear anything with him hanging over your shoulder at every hour of the work day. König tends to keep most of the fae in line by sheer presence alone, and human customers tend to act better when they notice how imposing he is. “Scary dog privilege” is what Love called it.

That said, this one is… bad. In a way that squirms in your stomach, visceral and primal and understanding in a way that you can’t even start to think about. He looks human enough, but it’s wrong. The way he moves, limbs long and calculated, elegant and dangerous, inhuman in a way you’d expect from a spider not a man. His voice rubs against your brain like petting the wrong way on velvet, hollow behind the friendly tone, in-genuine. His eyes slide to you like water and stop, staring, Looking.

Ice cold fear grips you tight in your chest. He doesn’t like you. You know it as soon as you meet his eye that you are something he despises. Not in an interpersonal way, no, he hates you the way you would hate a cockroach. Just through the virtue of its very existence in your presence.

König wraps a hand over your eyes, warm darkness obscuring your vision. You’re thankful for it, before you remember this isn’t exactly workplace appropriate behavior. You pull at his wrist and he presses harder against your eyes. His body curls over you, growling a low warning.

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You are just full to bursting with ideas. You feel all light and golden and your brain wheels are turning at 100 miles an hour and you are getting that sweet sweet dopamine just how you like. God, you love that brand new special interest feel.

You pull out your phone to write a few lines down that pop into your mind and then can’t stop. Johnny’s hand slides right at home on your lower back, as you type. Your shoulders jerk a little, not used to being touched when you’re in the zone. Your fingers hover over the digital keyboard, trying to come up with the next line, no this is a good stopping point for now. You look up at your neglected date and he’s not even looking at you. He’s frowning at some guy across the store. He’s talking to the woman behind the counter, spinning her toward the back room insistently. Not your circus. You turn back to the display you’d stopped in front of. 

You came in here for something, not that you remember what that was, plant stuff probably. You do have a few houseplants still desperately clinging to life. You pick up one of the cute little potted succulents and try to ignore the way the hand on your back is starting to burn. Johnny’s fingers curl against your shirt, breaking the fabric and digging into your skin. You hiss and jerk away from the feeling. Whatever spell he was under seems to break as you rub your back. Your shirt is all in one piece and the pain is gone like it was never there. Still, you’re not a fan of whatever that was.

“Thought we were looking for a notebook,” Johnny says as you hold up the terracotta pot to check for a price.

“I have a million notebooks,” You tell him, settling the pot back in its place. You look up at him, there’s something different in his face, something- huh, you don’t have the right word for it. He’s like a cat with its hackles raised. But that’s not quite right. You don’t have the right linguistic trigger to pull the word from your catalog. Not upset, almost… threatened. Almost. You’ll think of it later. “You good? We can do something else if you want.”

“I’m happy just being with you, we don’t need to do anything special.” He smiles, and it feels… hollow.

“You’re not a very good liar,” You raise a brow and his eyes widen ever so slightly before his smile turns into something much more genuine.

“Let’s do something else.” He relents. You nod, that’s much better. You don’t like being given the runaround, direct is your preference. That’s part of the reason you like Johnny so much, he doesn’t beat around the bush with you.

“We can grab lunch? I’m starving.” You tell him, letting him lead the way out of the shop. Your wrist is grabbed as Johnny holds the door for you, and you turn to see the rather frazzled looking shop girl. She presses something like crumpled paper into your palm with a tight expression.

“This is weird, I’m really sorry, but please take this,” She says and you give her a confused look but nod. She looks almost relieved, and lets you go. You follow Johnny out of the shop and open you hand curiously.

It’s paper, notebook paper, with a phone number on it and some weird name you don’t understand. You don’t really pay attention to the name on it, focus instead drawn to the silvery ring. It’s basic but pretty, not the sort of thing you’d give to a stranger. You slip it into your pocket to inspect later, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“So, lunch! I’m thinking-” You list out a few options, meandering the conversation in whichever direction you please as Soap bites down a growl. The only thing worse than a seer is a nosy seer.

[shinjisdone]

apologies

A small Yandere! Levi x reader fic inspired by @yanderes-galore 's fic!

You believed it better to be alone - now that you've seen the glint in his eyes whenever he steadies the gun. But at least you thought yourself special enough not to be aimed by it.

character: Levi Jořdán from Fear and Hunger 2: Termina TW: yandere behavior, guns, angst, Levi shoots your legs, assault, violence, blood, physical restriction, hinting at un-al*ving oneself, nonconsensual and forced kisses, hypocrisy, typical fear and hunger angst

Your breath got caught in your throat and was let out as a sharp gasp as you slipped on your own blood. The handle was so close to you, slipped off your fingers and your shoulder banged against the door. It barely budged and you wondered if he had locked it beforehand.

Again, your hand reached for the handle, nails scratching against the wood, the sharp lock of his pistol ringing through. You heard a clang as your narrowed eyes focused on the exit, then a shift of clothes as Levi put the weapon back into its place. "I'm sorry," Somehow you heard him clear despite your throbbing head. His footsteps grew closer but you felt too afraid to look his way. Your gasp quickly turned into a shriek of pain, having you snap your eyes towards your legs, leaving you know choice, but to look at him and how he grabbed your calve. Levi looked anything but sorry.

"It had to be - I mean, I couldn't just let you leave, not outside." Now on his knees, he scooted closer, his green overall soaking with blood but he barely paid attention to that. His dark eyes stared at your sweat-drenched face. "It's the middle of the night, it's gotten so late...you are safer here, you know you are." Once more you sucked in a deep breath as his other cold hand grabbed a hold of your bleeding limb - with a grunt, you took all the strength that remained and kicked your foot against his stomach - momentarily he stopped and wheezed - before reaching for your leg yet his hold slipped once and twice from his and your bloodied self. Hands pressed hard into the skin, nails digging deep into the flesh. Levi only apologized once more at your cries. You kept on squirming, kicking like a helpless child.

A last cry, so loud Levi feared the monsters and the others heard, left your tight throat burning at his harsh pull. With a swift movement, he crossed your legs and sat his weight on them. "I'm sorry. I really am." Dry and shaking lips parted as he forced himself to take a deep breath. As stiffling as the air in this shack was, it was the only comfort he could find in this unwanted situation, since you refused to offer it. Still, as he opened his eyes he gazed at you with nothing but pity and affection. "But I can't let you leave."

You talked about the dangers. The macabre parasites and monstrosities lurking outside, inside, wherever you stepped foot into this messed up place. You saw the pain in Levi's eyes as he witnessed his hometown and it made you pity him. Perhaps you shouldn't have, then you might not be here lying in your blood.

Now he kept you away from the others from the train as if they were just as brutish. People he was so skittish around.

Only when the mere mention of you fearing the voices and what they might make you do to him made the guy raise his weapon, did you start to doubt him. So naive that you were that an ex-soldier could have any string of sanity left.

Your heart felt heavy and even more so as he scooted closer and put his weight on your chest. His muddied and cold hands cupped your face when you began to tear up. "Please," Levi shook his head with begging eyes, "Stay here. It's better this way."

"And once we turn?" Finally you managed to croak out through tears and snot, "What if that trickster man is right?" Once again Levi shook his head and cooed, wiping your tears. You sobbed louder, from the fear and pain. "...It'll be alright," He lied with a shaking voice and drew his face closer. "No one can get us here, not the monsters and not the others. A-And if we do turn, well...we still got my gun."

Biting your tongue, you sobbed and swallowed your snot. Despite the stickiness and the blood, he seemed unbothered by it as he wiped it away, smiling faintly. Not being able bear to look at it anymore, you stared into his darting eyes with a silent plea that there still was hope - hope for him to snap out of whatever frenzy he was going through or hoping that this was another dream by this so called moon god. Levi stared back with the same intensity. Each second felt like being burnt alive and you were just praying to wake up. Slowly, you could feel his breath fawning over your face, his palms still cupping them firmly. His gaze stayed burning, fervent, as it lowered more and in fear you squeezed your eyes shut. Levi did the same, softly, as he pressed his lips against yours. They were dry and timid, barely moving an inch yet when he felt no resistance, he pressed harder.

The kiss was broken slowly and coldly but Levi wanted to remain close. His breath hit your face as he kept on staring. "Sorry," He whispered, "I just really like you." He let his fingers crawl to your temple, clasping your face more firmly, a dry chuckle escaping him. "You've gotta understand, we wouldn't stand a chance. The other's won't either." Levi's chuckle broke into a crooked grin as he sniffled. "The bullets I got left couldn't fully take your legs off so how could we stand a chance at this festival?" He only shook his head but his smile widened. "Only a bit of time left...can't we spend it together? I like you, I'd rather spend my last moments with you."

Levi ignored your sobs as he leaned his lips down to yours again and again and again.

[shelbgrey]

Gabriel As Your Garudian Angel

~ first of all its the first and almost only thing he has ever tooken seriously

~when he found out he didn't really care. Michael and Lucifer were desened to inhabit the Winchesters bodies and he got the boring job of being Bobby Singer's Nieces.

~when he first met you he immediately took the roll. He Loved your personality and stuck around.

~you were a kid when you first met so you just thought he was an imaginary friend.

~he hung around in your toddler years but slowly stopped showing up when you befriend Sam and dean

~he felt like you didn't need him anymore so he protected you from a far

~after awhile you forget the angel and figured the boy with golden wings was an imaginary friend.

~you didn't have encounter intill years. You were an adult and a hunter.

~your first case involving him he was just know as the trickster. He left you untouched but screwed with Sam and Dean.

~that pattern continued when with the mystery spot Fiasco. Gabe knew how much you cared for Dean so he didn't put you in the time loop with Sam.

~that same time period he didn't bring Dean back till you asked.

~during his TV land joke he purposely put you and the boys in shows you liked. Like Dr. Sex MD was based off Greys anatomy(a show you liked)

~after that you confronted him while he was in the holy fire.

~ “I'm always left untoched during your practical jokes, why is that?”

~“you don't remember me? I'm hurt Sugar”

~for some reason you showed murcy on him and convinced the boys to let him go.

~“I always thought you were my imaginary friend”

~“I stopped hanging around because you had the boys... I guess I thought you didn't need me anymore so I protected you from a far”

~after that he wouldn't leave you alone. It annoyed the hell out of the boys but you brushed it off.

~he'd always wake you up with his favorite song heat of the moment. Or he'd wake you up like an alarm that was set on radio mode.

~“Gooooodd Morning miss. Y/n Singer. It's a beautiful day in Lawrence Kansas. The weather is gonna be sunny and dry. But better get ready because the forecast predicts a pesky Windego on the loose. I'm your host Gabriel the Trickster”

~you guys grew close and your friendship kinda turned romantic to both of your fright.

~guardian angels aren't supposed to fall in love with their person. It was just the rules.

~then again when did gabe ever follow the rules.

~after yours and Dean's failed atempt to a relationship gabe flew in.

~it started off casual. You slept together once or twice but Never confermed anything.

~not wanting that in a relationship you told him how you felt.

~“everyday I'd wake up to your stupid music and your stupid voice. I feel in love deeper and deeper with you”

~you kept it on the down low afraid of how the boys would react. But after one of his tricks it came out, but it also caused Sam to break his arm.

~that was the biggest flaw in your relationship. His ability to not care that he screws with your Family.

~“I'm tired of you hurting them all the time. We're a team. If you hurt them, you hurt me...some guardian angel you are”

~that hurt the both of you but it proved you two were ment to stay friends. It also made you realize the whole relationship was something you guys wanted to do because it was going against the rules.

~he reminded faithful to his Job and his friendship to you. He even helped you fix your relationship with Dean(which is who you belong with).

~the first time you watched him died hurt worse than any wound you got on the job. He lied there lifeless after saving you from Lucifer.

~the boys didn't know how to comfort you. It felt like part of you was missing.

~after you found out Asmodeus had captured and torchored gabe you were beyond furious.

~gabe was beyond scared when he was in the bunker but he trusted you. It was your turn to protect him.

~you where the one to convince him to take his grace and heal himself.

~“I need you gabe, I can't lose you again”

~ he stayed around again and even helped you look after Jack who you took under your wing. He took the role of an uncle oddly seriously.

~then came your time in purgatory. You were determined to get jack back and gabe wasn't gonna let you go alone. Even if you had your boyfriend Dean. And by the laws of heaven he had no choice.

~that wasn't his mind set. You were and always be his best friend. There ain't no him with out you.

~he never left your side during your time in purgatory. It angered Dean but gabe could care less. It was unnatural for him because you'd think he'd take it to his advantage but he didn't.

~during that time Lucifer teased the both of you. It infuriated gabe and he did his best to keep distance between the both of you.

~“lay one hand on her it'll be the last thing you ever do”

~during the cold nights you lied awake next to gabe wrapped in his leather jacket.

~when it was time for you to leave gabe didn't make it back. And he was gone for real this time.

~it took all Sam's power to pull you back as you screamed and cried his name.

~while everyone celebrated there return home you stayed in your room in the bunker crying in his leather jacket he left with you.

~the pockets of the jacket were filled with candy wrappers(you never took them out).

~What hurt the worst was there was a gold feather in the pocket as well. His feather.

~you wore it on a necklace and psychologically it made you feel safer.

~after he died your post hunt injuries hurt worse and they were more often. That proved gabe did his job well.

~Dean didn't know how to help you. He comforted you when you cried but Castile was the only one that willingly talked to you about it.

~“he really did care about you... In fact him being your guardian angel was the only thing he ever took seriously.”

~Cas later tried to take the job because he thought gabe would want that but her couldn't.

~you only get one gaurdian angel and gabe was the best and only one.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

My OCs Majour Historical Figures

Part 3 of my world building posts! I'm gonna arrange these guys in order of their importance to the Plot™, and how much I dote on them.

So, without further ado,

The Godhuntress, Ina

She's literally my PFP :)

Lived: 2000-4050AC

Height: 3.5m (11'6 for Americans)

Pronouns: She/Her

Race: Angel of Nature (her halo is just flowers)

Was completely loyal to the Gods until her husband got killed for abandoning his post to pluck some flowers for her

Then she went completely apeshit and genocided the gods

Possessed a secret Voidic ritual to drain magic from others, which gave her the power to defeat the Gods

Killed her daughter, Isobel, in a fit of rage after Iz tried to stop her from killing the last goddess, the Goddess of Dreams, who was just a child

Massacred the Fae, elves, and forest spirits

Jumped into the Void out of grief when she realised she had become a monster like the gods (see it here)

Speaks like she came out of the bible

Basically the biggest deity in modern Triworld

Been living rent free in my head since I was 6

2. The Spirit Emperor, Hans-el

Obsessive midgeted psycho

Lived: 3595- AC

Height: 130cm/4'3 (145/4'9 in his high shoes)

Pronouns: He/Him (caps included)

Race: Forest Spirit

Has an everlasting grudge against Ina for killing his best friend, the Goddess of Dreams, in front of him

Knows her power ritual because he saw her do it, and used it to gain enough power to become Emperor for vengeance

After she died, he set all the souls of the gods free for the heck of it

Like Ina, is power-corrupt and evil. Unlike her, he doesn't give a shit about it

Bastard has his little fingers in every bit of the Plot™

No seriously, if the story's set after Ina, it's events are probably his fault

You'll find him cameoing as either Hans or just 'the spirit'

Will murder you if you call him short (he is, even by spirit standards)

Inexplicably in love with Hash

3. Hash Brown

Nobody knows her real name

Lived: 1998- AC

Height: ? (145/4'9 in his favourite form)

Pronouns: she/he (and never it)

Race: Shapeshifter

Possibly the oldest being alive in Modern Triworld, not that she'd let anyone know it

Wears an elf body because that's what she pretended to be during the Runic Wars

Goes by Hash Brown because the Lich-Queen said it would be cool, and he's possibly forgotten his own name by this point

Actually pretty smart but pretends to be a ditz

Pathological trickster who feels bad getting people in trouble

Moved into Hans' castle one day, became his partner in crime (and everything else) and never left

Feels bad for deserting his people during the Ruinic War (cos he couldn't accept genociding humanity) and as such looks after the remaining shapeshifters

Drinking buddies with the Luxatian Exorcists, who all actually believe she's an elf

Fakes an incredibly strong Paliodaen accent

Secretly, deep within his heart, a good person

4. The Lich-Queen, Iraela Foundling

Cracker of bad quips

Lived: 2800-4003

Height: 165cm/5'5

Race: Human turned Lich

Found in the End of the World along with her sister, Ramaeria, and brought into Ceredellian Royal society

She showed no powers so she stayed hidden away while her sister, an Oracle, danced with nobles

Met and fell in love with a minor duke

When she discovered she was a necromancer of epic proportions, she tore Ceredell apart and remade it into the Deadlands

Has a god-awful inferiority complex and deep rooted jealousy

Still somehow trying to live up to her dead sister's image

Cannot stop cracking jokes at the worst possible timing

Thought it was funny to tell a young shifter to name himself Hashbrown

Main proponent of the Ruinic War, because she hates humanity (she doesn't want to be reminded that she was one)

Bonus: Luna Iverius Delacroix, Mind-mage

Absolute tech boomer

Age: 6012-

Height: 150cm

Race: Human

Actually pretty important to the Plot™

Main character syndrome in every meaning of the word

Make-up fiend

Ran away from home at age 11 and made herself a cult of personality

Cannot drive, cook, use a phone or take care of herself

Insanely lazy, but skilled enough at magic to make up for it

Does not know the meaning of playing fair

Neither booksmart nor streetsmart, but a secret third option (not smart)

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[holylulusworld]

Asgardian Possession – Kinktober 14

Summary: You are his.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Kink: possessive behavior 

Rating: lightly explicit

Warnings: possessive behavior, light smut, protected sex, biting, forced voyeurism, Loki’s tricks

A/N: A short but naughty drabble.

A/N2: idea by anon

Words: 850+

Kinktober 2022

“I bet he tried to kill her.”

You glare at Clint.

“Would shut up, Barton?”

“Not for a million bucks,” Clint smirks as you try to ignore the staring contest going on between Loki, his brother, and two over-protective super-soldiers.

“Brother.”

“Thor.”

“What did you do this time? Did you try to kill Lady Y/N? Yes or no.”

“I would never try to kill my favorite pet. She’s the only one getting my humor. Plus, she makes the best food. I can’t digest the food they offer me on Midgard. Y/N always takes good care of me.”

“That’s no excuse for locking her up in your room, Loki,” Thor’s voice booms through the room. “Brother, she’s not one of your servants. Lady Y/N is a good friend to the Avengers and me.”

“She’s like a sister to me,” Loki’s eyes darken as Steve dares to step closer to you. He grits his teeth while slowly sliding his daggers out of his sleeves to press the tip of one dagger into Steve’s chest and hold the other against the super-soldier’s throat.

“BROTHER!”

“Hands off!! Y/N is my pet. No one can touch her but me,” Loki sneers as Bucky tries to step in front of you. “Last warning. Pet, come over here.”

“She’s not some animal,” Bucky grunts. “Stay away from Y/N, or you can have a taste of my fist.”

“Try me,” the raven-haired trickster gives Bucky a sinister smile. “I bet you can’t even throw a punch before you ended up losing your mind.”

“Brother, don’t,” Thor warns again. “No fighting and no illusions to mess with our allies’ minds. You promised to behave.”

“I promised not to kill them. I didn’t say a thing about keeping them from killing each other.”

Loki just loves semantics.

“Loki of Asgard. You will not use your powers on one of them,” the blonde Asgardian calls for his hammer. “If you don’t listen to me, I’ll send you to…”

“Guys, can you stop fighting,” you finally speak up. “I stayed at Loki’s room on free terms. He didn’t force me to stay. Uh-we read a few books, and talked about Midgard, Asgard, and stuff.”

“Stuff. Right.”

Clint doesn’t believe a single word leaving your lips. He can see it in your eyes. You are lying to all of them to protect Loki.

“You are hiding some things from us, young lady,” your roll your eyes. Entrance Tony Stark. Your self-declared father. Or big brother. Depends on his mood.

“ENOUGH!” Loki’s hands turn blue for a moment. “Get away from my pet. Everyone knows I laid claim on Y/N and her body.”

“Loki.”

You sigh as said man wraps his arm possessively around your waistline. He glares at the men in the room to make sure you belong with him. “Darling. Let me tell them to back off.”

“I told you to stop acting like I’m your most prized possession. Stop calling me pet,” you mutter under your breath. It’s no use. Loki already made up his mind. He won’t back down now.

“I will lay claim on you whenever I want to. Pet, follow me to my chambers.”

“Room,” you correct.

“Chamber.”

You give up for now. “Fine. Bring me to your chamber…”

“Mine. That’s what you are,” Loki is like a man possessed. You didn’t get far and ended up in the communal room. On the couch. “Look at you, filled with your God.”

“Loki, we should go to your room.”

“No.”

He pins your hands above your head. “Loki,” you can only watch him move on top of you. He digs his knees into the couch, and gyrates his hips to hit that spot he always finds so easily. “Fuck.”

“Look at me,” holding his gaze you whimper. Loki looks like he’s about to eat you alive. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“’m yours…”

“Yes you are,” he growls. “Everyone will know it after tonight. Pet, be more vocal. I want you to be as loud as possible.”

You wrap your legs around his waistline and dig the soles of your feet into his ass. His pale skin seems to glow in shades of blue when he speeds up. You can already feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“I want you to cum for me,” you cry out in pleasured pain as it seems his cock just turned a little colder. “Now, pet.”

“FUCK! I … Loki! What are you doing?” arching your back you push your tits in his face. Loki greedily takes the chance to bite your tit again to leave yet another mark. “Cold!”

“YES! I will freeze your pussy if you don’t admit you are mine!”

You fear he’ll tear the condom with his powers.

“Sick bastard,” Steve still fights Loki’s influence. “Let us go or at least look away.”

“No,” Loki licks around your nipple. “I told you that Y/N is mine. You all disagreed so, here we are. Is my godlike cock inside of her cunt proof enough?”

“Brother, I’ll kill you…”

“Nah, you will watch me fuck my queen…”

Loki smirks as your eyes drift toward your friends frozen to the spot.

Loki will force them to watch you get devoured by the God of mischief.

Over, and over, and over again…

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[thevioletcaptain]

Kind of a Buddy of Mine

14.8k | Mature | DeanCas

It’s been sixty-five days since they left Alliance, and Cas is still seven inches tall. He's the one thing that Jesse Turner didn't put back to normal before he took off for greener pastures, and Dean figures he's holding a grudge. On some level, he can’t really blame him. Cas did try to kill the kid, after all. Still, it does seem kinda harsh to have left Cas looking like G.I. Joe’s Corporate Cousin for the rest of forever. With the apocalypse looming, Dean is determined to find a solution.

Sitting at a bar in Harrisonburg, Virginia, Dean slips Cas from the inside pocket of his jacket and carefully turns him around in his hands. He’s not sure why he’s bothering. It has to be two dozen times that he’s checked him over for some clue he missed this week alone, and it's not as though something new is going to just pop into existence after two months of nothing, but... well. The latest lead they had went absolutely nowhere, and he’s gotta do something.

It's been sixty-five days, now. He’s trying not to worry that this is gonna be permanent. He’s really fucking trying.

Since they left Alliance, he and Sam have checked out anything and everything that looked like it might have been remotely connected to Jesse in the hope that if they could just talk to him again, they might convince him to put Cas back to normal. Every single time it’s turned out to be something else.

First time was pixies. Second was a witch. Their latest lead, the one that first brought them to Virginia a few days ago, ended up being the work of some kind of malevolent trickster whose entire shtick was making you think you'd almost achieved some long-wanted goal, just to rug-pull and create utter chaos once he had you on board. Worst possible hunt they could've found themselves on right now, as far as Dean's concerned. He's fucking wiped. Mentally exhausted. One more false lead away from straight up having a total emotional breakdown.

Sam didn't even argue when Dean said he needed to grab a drink before he could think about packing up their motel room. He'd just nodded, and clapped Dean on the back, and headed for the passenger seat, still smelling faintly of lighter fluid thanks to the sage-and-flambe method it had taken to deal with their monster of the week.

That was all of twenty minutes ago.

Now, Dean is ordering beers at the first bar they happened upon, while Sam is outside in the parking lot finishing up a call with Bobby, his collar turned up against the lightly falling snow.

At least, Dean plans to order beers, just as soon as the bartender stops chatting up some other patron at the opposite end of the bar. Until then, he takes the time to look at Cas some more. Carefully, he raises and lowers his arms. Lifts up his coat to check if there's a clue hidden in the lining.

When he turns him back around, he notices a smudge of something on his face, high up on his plastic cheek bone, just below his bright blue left eye. Dirt, maybe. Or ash from the hunt. Dean licks the pad of his thumb and gingerly rubs it away, only remembering after he’s done it that Cas might very well be conscious of what’s happening. He grimaces.

“That never happened,” he mutters, just in case, and hears a snort from behind the bar. When he looks up, he finds the bartender has finally come to take his order. He's looking at Dean with a raised brow and an amused tilt to his mouth.

“Nice doll.”

“He’s not a doll,” Dean says, a little sharper than he intended, and the guy’s eyebrow lifts even higher. Right. Probably not the best thing to say if he doesn’t want to seem like a weirdo. He clears his throat and makes a cursory attempt at backtracking. “He’s, uh. It’s an action figure.”

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[triscribeaucollection]

Okay I'm still having fun with Lyle's POV in Two Sidekicks Walk Into a Villain Bar, so that's on the agenda again today and here's the first bit of my next installment:

First night the Kid hit the streets again in his new costume, he neatly turned the Top upside down, spun Golden Glider headfirst into a stop sign, then swiped one of Captain Cold’s guns and iced the man from the knees down. So of course, as soon as the speedster returned the uncut diamonds they’d been attempting to steal back to the jewelry store, Piper and Trickster nabbed him for a celebratory drink.

“I’m pretty sure this breaks the villain code of ethics, or something,” Kid laughed as the two of them pulled him into Lyle’s bar, grinning and unconcerned to be abruptly surrounded by crooks.

“Who cares, you’re back and better than ever!” Trickster cackled all the way up to the counter, and slapped down a trio of hundred dollar bills. Of Monopoly money.

The Kid rolled his eyes and put down some real cash, enough to cover drinks for all three of them. “Glider’s definitely going to care, when she gets over her headache.”

“She’ll groan and grumble along with her brother, and then tell you to at least take her out with something a little classier next time,” Piper snorted, sitting down so he and Trickster bracketed the Kid. “But more importantly - that was a neat move, with Top, where’d you pick it up?”

The blinding grin that took up residence on Kid’s face told Lyle exactly who he was about to mention even before he opened his mouth. “Something my girlfriend showed me a few days ago. She has gotten so much more badass while I was gone.”

Lyle set down a root beer, a cherry cola, and an orange soda in front of the three boys. “You two adjusting alright?”

“Pretty well, yeah. Getting the death certificate overturned and some other legal stuff straightened out has been way easier, since she’s done it before.” Kid took a sip of his root beer like that was a perfectly ordinary statement to make. Hell, for all Lyle knew, maybe it was with superheroes.

“Surprised you didn’t come back to a, ‘my girl dated and married and had a kid with someone else’ situation,” Piper said with a huff. “Isn’t that usually how it goes in the movies?”

The Kid winced. “Well...”

Trickster gasped dramatically, almost spilling his cola as he leaned into the speedster’s face. “Did she?!”

“No marriage, no kid, but- Red Arrow let me know she’d been dating another guy, first one since I, well, disappeared, but she broke things off with him the day after I got back.”

Piper let out a low whistle, and Trickster splayed both hands against his chest. “Awww, it’s true love! I demand you two invite me to the wedding, and I wanna see all the little Arrow-Flash babies!”

Kid snorted, his cheeks turning pink. “Just for that, I might just drop Flash’s twins on you one of these days.”

The new Kid had mentioned them, a few times, little boy and girl already running around with their daddy’s superspeed. Lyle braced an arm against the counter and leveled his best glare. “Not in my bar, you’re not.”

All three boys burst out laughing.

[kitchenisking]

February Fic Rec

It's that time!!!!!!!!!!!!! its raining by me! Hope everyone isn't to cold and are enjoying the winter! happy weekend everyone!❤️

What you do to me by Tails89 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1614, sterek)

"Wait." Derek's voice is little more than a low growl in Stiles’ ear and the human nods, twisting slowly until his back is pressed to the tree. The hand on his hip finds a new purchase and Stiles' heart pounds in his chest.

Don’t Take Your Work Home With You bystep_lightly_little_wren - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 56083, sterek)

Stiles was suddenly reminded of those Choose Your Own Adventure books. He wished he could have looked ahead to see if choosing, “I want to climb you like a tree,” would land him in the sexy sex-beast’s sexy sex-lair or the unemployment line in the mystical Land of Fired-For-Sexually-Harassing-His-Boss.

Hands Together by tty9 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 4431, sterek)

Stiles is captured by hunters and gets to know the mysterious guy next door.

safe by jesuisgrace  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3238, sterek)

Stiles is jamming the nozzle back onto the gas pump when he hears it, a low, threatening growl. He looks around and finds a dark haired man boxed into his black Camaro by two tall, beautiful women. He blows it off as stupid flirting between stupidly beautiful people, but then the man growls again. Something makes him stop and listen, and what he hears, and smells, makes his skin crawl.

touch me by jesuisgrace - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 873, sterek)

Derek’s got him boxed in against the wall, his head shoved in neck while he heaves in deep breaths. 

“Derek, please,” Stiles whines.

Sun in Your Heart by scribblemoose - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1733, sterek)

Stiles keeps turning up at the Loft, and Derek isn't sure what to make of it. He just knows it's annoying.

Knot if You Don't Knock by jsea, marguerite_26 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13737, sterek)

Stiles never expects to present as an omega -- that's something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

Bruises and Bitemarks by orphan_account - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 121566, sterek)

Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he's attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.

*Now includes an extended chapter featuring Nate/Jupiter*

Derek, Did You Steal That Baby? by SylvieW - (Rating: Mature, Words: 10119, sterek)

When Derek suddenly shows up with a baby, everyone is suspicious. Except for Stiles. He doesn’t care where the baby came from, he just wants to play with her and explore the new side of Derek she brings out.

Sugar and Spice by KaliopeShipsIt - (Rating: G, Words: 19157, sterek)

When the human and supernatural third graders of Beacon Hills Elementary learn that their beloved teacher Mr. Derek and his boyfriend Deputy Stiles cannot have a little baby of their own, a pair of mischievous but well-meaning fairy-trickster twins decides to take matters into their own hands.

[impala-dreamer]

I Do Believe

A Supernatural Story

~ Dean and Y/N are on a case and things get very... strange... and a little sticky.~

Dean Winchester x Y/N x ???

1,996 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Tentacle Porn. Aliens. Smut. 

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“Aliens.”

Dean cocked his head to the right and stared at the shop owner. “Aliens?”

Y/N blinked a few times to make sure she was awake. “Aliens.”

The elder shopkeeper nodded. “Yes. Aliens! It has to be.”

Dean closed his eyes for a moment to stop them from rolling and Y/N took her queue.

“Uh… Mr. Weisman,” she said gently, laying a hand on the glass countertop. “Why exactly do you think- I mean, that is to say, how do you- uh… well, what?”

Mr. Weisman smiled sweetly. “I know you must think I’m crazy, what being from the big city and all that, but you’re from the government. Ya gotta know about the alien invasion of 1974.”

Dean choked a tiny bit, hiding it behind a cough. “The invasion of-”

“Of 1974,” Mr. Weisman finished for him. “Yes. The United States was invaded by super beings from outer space and they landed, and still live, right here in Wazoo Township.”

The seriousness in the man’s voice sent an extremely exhausted Dean Winchester right off the deep end and he excused himself, turning away from the counter to hide his laugh.

Y/N moved into his space, turning up the charm so that Mr. Weisman wouldn’t be offended by Dean’s unprofessional display.

She clicked her pen and turned over a clean page in her notebook. “Can you tell me more about these beings?”

“Aliens.” Dean shook his head and wiped a hand down his tired face. “Aliens.” He scratched at the stubble on his jaw and paced the motel floor. “Aliens.”

Y/N rolled her eyes from the table. “You saying it on repeat isn’t going to change it.”

“I know! But… Aliens. The guy thinks aliens are real.”

“Maybe they are.”

Dean laughed. “Honey, the only times I’ve encountered aliens, they turned out to be a Trickster and a bunch of asshole fairies. Aliens do not exist.”

Y/N clicked her tongue. “You can’t know that for sure. The first time you saw an angel, you were sure they didn’t exist.”

“Look, beings from this world, sure. Hell? Yeah. Heaven? Why not. Purgatory? Go for it. But things from outer space that have come here to conquer the earth? No. Not real.”

“Still, you can’t know for sure, Dean. Crazier things have happened. And that guy believes it; there has to be some truth to things.”

“But aliens?”

She sighed. “Or… a thing pretending to be an alien. We just don’t know.”

Dean quit pacing and sat in the chair opposite Y/N, snatching up her notebook. “Did he say what they look like or how to kill ‘em?”

Y/N nodded. “Sure did. They are, quote, giant purple squid-like beings with a thousand tentacles and big suckers on the ends. They can fry your brain with just one touch and you can kill them with a harpoon. So… that’s fun.”

“A harpoon, huh?”

“You’re not saying you suddenly believe, are you?”

Dean chuckled and tossed the notebook back onto the table. “Not for a bit. But… wouldn’t hurt to be prepared.” Springing up, he grabbed his keys from the nightstand. “Don’t wait up…”

“Where the heck are you going?” Y/N asked, snapping around to watch him wrench open the creaky door.

“To the docks. To steal us some alien killing gear.”

With a wink, he was gone.

Y/N lay back in bed, the thin sheet covering her naked legs from any prying eyes. She stretched out and let herself relax, enjoying the quietness that had settled around her since Dean had left for the docks.

Sure, she loved having him around, but sometimes, she craved space. Being alone recharged her, made her more alert, focused.

A thump against the door made her body tense and Y/N sat up, immediately reaching for her gun.

She listened carefully, but all was clear.

She peeked through the curtain, looking out onto the parking lot, but there was not a soul to be seen.

“Don’t freak yourself out, Y/N/N,” she whispered, laughing at herself as she set her pistol down on the table and hopped back into bed. “Just the wind.”

The wind thudded against the door once more but Y/N was wise to it, ignoring the noise. It hit the window too, but again, she let it go.

The wind wrapped around the building until it rapped against the bathroom window, prying it open slowly.

Y/N lay on the bed, half asleep, breathing deep and peacefully.

Her eyes fell closed as the bathroom door gently slipped open.

She barely stirred, eyelids heavy, body still.

The wind slithered across the carpet and crept up the foot of the bed.

Y/N let out a gentle snore.

Under the blankets, the wind swam until it hit her bare feet. It curled, long and eel-like around each ankle, and Y/N woke with a start.

“What the fuck!” She sat up, kicking the blanket away. “Oh my god! Dean!”

The wind was real. Sluglike tentacles wound around her calves, squeezing and massaging with a strange, numbing warmth as they traveled higher.

Y/N swatted at them, twisted her body around, but the tighter they curled, the less she could feel her legs. Her bottom half tingled with a prickly heat that relaxed her muscles and made it impossible for her to move.

“Goddamnit! Dean!”

She clawed at the strange snakes as they crept up her inner thighs, desperate to rip them off. One nail went through the thick, reptilian skin and a sound shot through the room: high pitched and pained, unearthly.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck!”

A second set of arms appeared from each side of the bed, capturing her wrists and pinning Y/N down onto the bed. Another, thicker, wrapped itself around her waist, a sixth teased the delicate flesh of her neck until it circled her throat, gentle but firmly set.

Y/N gasped as the tingling heat sank into her entire body, calming yet terrifying her.

The tentacles dragged across every inch of her now, slimy but intriguing, they dipped between her thighs, caged her breasts, massaged her arms and neck, lulling her into a definite calmness.

“Oh god… please don’t…”

Her voice was barely a whisper as the arms moved, sliding and slinking between her legs, sneaking beneath her tank top to coast over her nipples.

Y/N’s eyes rolled back as her body surrendered, legs opening at the behest of the tentacles, nipples growing hard and sensitive. She squirmed as the tiny suckered openings at each end of the arms suckled onto her tits, her pulse, her thighs, teasing and exciting her.

Distracted by the pulse of a sucker at her pussy, she didn’t notice the slither by her mouth, didn’t care when the alien arm slipped into the corner and caressed her tongue. Her jaw slacked and the arm slithered inside, slowly, gently, fucking her mouth.

The suckers tugged on her nipples and Y/N moaned gratefully as her body tingled with pleasure. Three arms tore her panties away and she arched her back as her ankles were pulled farther apart.

She gagged around the limb in her mouth as it snaked down her throat, pumping itself deeper into her, secreting a deliciously sweet and tangy mess that deadened her muscles. As her breathing slowed, the arms moved between her thighs, one sucker attaching itself to her throbbing clit as the other two nudged at her gaping holes.

They slid inside easily, her body too drenched in chemical pleasure and sedatives to resist.

The rhythm was intense and matched in every hole. The tentacles fucked her deeply, moving themselves farther inside of her with every wet thrust.

Her eyes darted around the void, unable to focus on anything as orgasmic bliss washed over her, rolling on from one climax to the next with nary any time in between.

Dean parked the car and sat for a moment, exhausted. He sniffed himself and cringed; the scent of fish wafted off of him and he gagged.

“The things I do to save the world,” he sighed. “Never ends.”

Grabbing the harpoon from the passenger seat, he hopped out of the Impala and headed for the room. Y/N would thank him, at least. That was one good perk.

He didn’t notice that the door was slightly ajar, or that the lights were all on but the room was strangely dark.

He did, however, notice the seven foot slimy being in the middle of the room with its hundred arms wrapped around Y/N’s naked, writhing body.

“Y/N!”

Shocked, he took aim at the alien and shot, but the target slunk to the left and he did little but graze it.

“Goddamn it, Y/N! Wake up!”

She was lost, moaning on the bed as the alien’s tentacles invaded every inch of her.

Trying to reset, Dean struggled intensely with the harpoon, too engrossed to see the slithering arms as they rushed across the carpet and caught him by the ankles.

“Son of a bitch!”

The touch was cool and instantly numbing. Dean gave it another try, shooting the alien in what he assumed was his chest, but the being seemed to shake it off, the metal arrow falling to the floor.

“OK…” Dean held up his hands in surrender, trying a different approach. “I can see you’re busy here. Maybe I can just come back-”

The eels around his legs tightened as they slid up beneath his jeans and into his boxers. His body tingled with unexpected excitement.

“Fuck. OK. I- wow.”

They slid up higher, caressing his balls and the base of his shaft. His cock twitched.

“I do believe in aliens. I do. Can you just- Fuck.”

Slinking, slithering, sliding around his body, the arms tickled and massaged his aching muscles, stroked him to full hardness, played with his nipples, suckled on his lips.

“L-Let her go and we can all just walk away…”

The poison seeped into his pores and Dean relaxed, held aloft by the strong alien arms.

“Just walk… away…”

“Y/N?”

Dean shook her shoulder and she sprang up, gasping as if she hadn’t taken a breath in hours.

“Dean! What the fuck!” She spun around the room, blinking into the dim light, finding a blessedly empty bed and a closed bathroom door. “Jesus Christ!”

“Relax!” Dean held up his palms and licked his lips. “You were dreaming. You’re OK.”

Still only half back to reality, Y/N shook herself and stared at him in disbelief. “Dreaming?” She could feel the wetness drip down her thighs. “That was a dream? Holy hell.”

Dean laughed and tossed the harpoon onto the bed. “Yeah. I just got back and you were moaning in your sleep. Good dream, huh?”

She swallowed hard, amazed that there was nothing pulsing down her throat. “I guess. Yeah. Wow.”

He bit his lip and wiggled his brows. “Can I ask what it was got you so worked up?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him and sighed. “Tentacles, OK? Alien tentacles.”

Dean’s face lit up like Christmas and he laughed. “Oh ho! Look at that!”

“This is your fault,” she said, wagging a finger at him.

“Mine? How is that my fault?”

“You making me watch all that anime porn with you. Got up in my head.”

He smirked. “Looks like it got up in more than just your head.”

Y/N growled. “You can shut the hell up, sir. Besides, it got you too.”

Dean blushed a deep red. “Me?”

“Oh yeah. Right up the ass.”

His jaw dropped and a shiver crept down his spine. “Shit.”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Now. Let’s go kill this thing before you try to make out with it.”

Dean shuddered. “I still don’t think it’s aliens but-”

“Hey, whatever it is,” Y/N said, grabbing up the harpoon and testing out the sight, “it better keep its hands to itself.”

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!!smut!!

skz reaction when they get turned on !!smut!!

C H A N ::

“hey baby girl.” (are u lost bby gorl💀) he calls for u after coming home from the studio. “sit here.” he said & pats his thigh. u obvi sit down. he’d stare at u up & down, checking u out as he bites his lip. “listen to daddy & maybe i’ll let u touch me.” (i cringed writing that part omfg) u gasped. he’d tease the fuck outta u even if he’s the one that’s needy.

M I N H O ::

he’d get turned on when he noticed how revealing ur clothes were as the clothes hugged tightly on ur body. “what if someone sees u?” he’d complain to distract himself. u away ur hips & bend over to pick something up that u have purposely dropped. “that’s it. two can play this game.” minho grabs u & places u on the kitchen counter. he’d make u beg for it.

C H A N G B I N ::

u were sucking on a popsicle when he couldn’t get his attention off u (i cringed writing that part #2) he gets turned on & would get embarrassed as he hides it w/ a pillow. “what’s wrong?” u ask him. “n-nothing.” he turns away from u quickly. u finished the popsicle & layed on his lap. “not there!” changbin let’s out a groan of pleasure. he flips u two over. “u asked for it..”

H Y U N J I N ::

u were dancing to kpop songs when he just got home from practice. u were swaying ur hips in circles sensually. hyunjin drops his bag at the sight of u as u turn to greet him. “oh hey, i didn’t hear-“ u yelped as he pins u against the nearest wall. “u feel that?” he would make sure to grind against u slowly. “u caused it.” just his voice sent shivers down ur spine. “now fix it princess.” would be vvv dominant.

J I S U N G ::

u two were cuddling on the couch as he spoons u when u felt something pressing against u. “jisung.” u turn ur head back to look at him. “hm?” “ur hard..” ur eyes widen w/ shock. “i wasn’t going to tell u but since u figured it out.. we might as well.” he sends u a smirk & slides his hands down ur body.

F E L I X ::

u were doing ur homework when he comes to sit next to u. felix whispers in ur ear with his deep voice that he knows would make u weak. “hey..u should take a break.” u were rly intrigued by him but stopped urself since it was a assignment that was due first thing in the next morning. “sorry felix but i have to finish this first.” he smirked as he began to trace ur thighs. “who says u can’t take a break & work at the same time?” he opens ur legs as he kneels down to tease u. he turns u on in exchange.

S E U N G M I N ::

“baby, there’s no more room but u can sit on my lap.” he sat on the couch while there was still more room to sit. “seungmin, i can just sit-“ “right here!” he pulls u into his lap. u wiggle around as he wraps his arms around u. “i told u already, there’s still more room for me to- ohhh..” u felt IT & froze. seungmin smirks & hugs u tighter. “u damn trickster.” u said. “please..” he’d beg for ur permission.

J E O N G I N ::

u & the rest of the members were on a road trip, but chan rented a van that only had 8 seats. so, they made u sit on ur bf’s lap. jeongin was being awfully quiet. the moment u guys reached the destination he ran out from the van. “chan hyung, where’s the bathroom?” (💀)

[twh-news]

‘Loki’ Puts Plot Over People in a Less Focused Season 2: TV Review

Time travel is impossible in real life, but it’s also pretty difficult to pull off in fiction, where a nifty plot device can too easily devolve into a tangled nest of convoluted exposition. The first season of “Loki” avoided this problem, making the Disney+ show a bright spot in a somewhat stagnant era of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. In following a “variant” of the Norse trickster god into the depths of the Time Variance Authority, or TVA, the series paired impeccable production design with a simple emotional narrative — especially once our primary Loki (Tom Hiddleston) met his match in his female counterpart Sylvie (Sophia Di Martino), a relationship that opened questions of identity, free will and self-determination. Tracking the potential branches of the so-called Sacred Timeline could make your head spin. Like a Zen koan, “What makes a Loki a Loki?” is grounding and easy to grasp.

In the final moments of its first season, “Loki” revealed it would become the first Marvel Studios show for Disney+ to have a second season. This news came as a relief, given its cliffhanger ending; after Loki and Sylvie traveled to the end of time, Sylvie killed He Who Remains (Jonthan Majors), the founder of the TVA and the primary obstacle keeping the Sacred Timeline from becoming a full-fledged multiverse. When Loki, having tried to stop her, returned alone to the TVA, he found an office transformed, with statues of He Who Remains looming everywhere and employees like Agent Mobius (Owen Wilson) having no memory of their quarry-turned-collaborator.

[Spoilers ahead]

Two years later, “Loki” is back, and not a moment too soon. Though the show started the MCU’s Multiverse Saga on a high note, the franchise’s latest phase has since run into trouble onscreen and off. “Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania” was a critical and commercial disappointment that failed to build on the goodwill generated by “Loki,” despite using some of the same concepts and characters. Meanwhile, Majors is facing trial for charges of assault and aggravated harassment against his former girlfriend, throwing Marvel’s plan to make his character the next Thanos-style archvillain into question. (Not that blockbuster business planning should be anyone’s main concern when it comes to allegations of domestic violence, but with this much money on the line, it is a concern to some.)

Such circumstances place a great deal of pressure and scrutiny on “Loki” Season 2, which has also seen some personnel shuffles behind the scenes. (Eric Martin takes over head writing duties from creator Michael Waldron, while sole director Kate Herron has passed the baton to a larger group led by collaborators Justin Benson and Aaron Morehead.) But while “Loki” remains a cut above other MCU shows, second only to “WandaVision,” Season 2 succumbs to the same traps the original story so cleverly avoided.

While the first episodes of “Loki” used its namesake as an audience surrogate, gradually laying out the purpose, customs and bylaws of the TVA, Season 2 begins in media res. Right away, Loki is tasked with finding Sylvie, figuring out why he’s hopscotching through time and navigating the chaos of a TVA workforce that’s just discovered all memory-wiped variants from “severed” — or less euphemistically, eliminated — timelines. It’s a lot, perhaps too much, for both Loki and the viewer to process, especially since the story feels increasingly unmoored from Loki’s own journey of (literal) self-discovery.

Instead, the season introduces new MacGuffins like the Temporal Loom and characters like Ourobouros (Ke Huy Quan), a kind of cosmic IT guy tasked with keeping TVA equipment in shape. There’s frantic motion and momentum, but not as much of a sense of who wants what, and why, when it comes to complicated questions of personal autonomy versus the collective good. In fact, one gets the sense that “Loki” maintains the breakneck speed precisely so it doesn’t have to slow down and root the action in its characters’ wants and needs. Online explainers will surely lay out the logistics in exhaustive detail, but they can’t create the sense of emotional urgency the season palpably lacks.

At least there are the performances, delivered by an ensemble within the MCU’s mega-ensemble that remains one of its best. On an extended victory lap after his Oscar win for “Everything Everywhere All at Once,” Quan brings an antic energy to Ourobouros, or OB, that complements the wacky hijinks he’s asked to facilitate. Rafael Casal is less well-served as a TVA employee who’s barely introduced before becoming a fugitive we’re told is crucial to the plot, though through no fault of his own. And when taken on its own terms, Majors’ work as He Who Remains in his various incarnations is an idiosyncratic and strangely magnetic break from Marvel house style — though whether it should be considered separately from his off-set behavior is another question entirely.

The playful, inventive visuals also continue to give “Loki” an added edge, from the crammed gadgetry of OB’s workshop to a quick detour in 1970s London to an entire episode set in 19th century Chicago. But where everything from the set design of the TVA to its complicated cosmology once felt in service to Loki’s burgeoning ability to feel camaraderie and love, the hierarchy now feels reversed. Even though, via spoiler-y means, Loki and Mobius do get to resume their buddy routine, there’s less space for either their friendship or Loki’s bond with Sylvie when everyone is racing around for unclear reasons. “Loki” is still a good time, but despite the renewal, it may not have been built for a long one.

[waeirfaahl]

Only a tool (and only a thief)

Although, I covered every problem with Ashi as a character (mostly here), I want to analyze from the point I usually don't take into account. Ashi was based on Genndy's girlfriend from his childhood dreams, so in the way how she is introduced and presented, Ashi is literally a Mary Sue. She becomes the protagonist of 5 season, she is the only character who changes in 5 season (or, at least, changes the side of the conflict she knows nothing about and blindly believes to mother and then to Jack), she gets superpowers literally from nowhere and without any knowledge fights the very powerful and experienced opponent, and she is the one, who resolves and ends the long conflict between Jack and Aku, genociding all habitants of the future.

From another side, ironically, at the same time Ashi is not a character with personality, she is a plot device, a function, a tool, who breaks the canon and leads to the events the author wants. She is shoe-horned into the events, which make it impossible for her character to appear in the story 5 season chose and in the circumstances she would never handle. The similar problem happens with Mira from 2 season of Primal, but from different angle (here is more details about problems of 2 season). Well, before 10 episode Mira was an independent character with personality, a completely full-fledged character with her own story, the equal member in Spear's and Fang's team.

However, in 2 season 10 episode in the disgusting necrophilia scene Mira lost her own self and independence and was turned into a plot function to focus, emphasize and enhance the forced drama of another character — in this case, Spear (i.e. she became an appendage).

In Ashi's case, from the beginning she exists only for sending Jack back in time and for making the sad ending (or happy ending in the game). Simply saying, she is not an independent character, not an autonomous person, not a character with her own story and arc. She exists only for resolving the problem of the two other characters and as an appendage to enhance the drama of another character (Jack in this case), 'cause Genndy's intention was to focus on Jack's bittersweet or happy end of path, i.e. forced drama (how he once said in interview "We are going to make\force Jack to fall in love"; or how in interview about the game his crew compared Ashi with some guiding light for Jack).

And realizing this, I remembered all those fans' sketches-ideas about "The antagonist has a blood/adopted daughter he loves, but she runs away and falls in love with his enemy, and her tragic death stops years of enmity between them" — and they have exactly the same problem, because the new character was again created only as empty function solely for the sake of enhancing the drama of other characters and solving their conflict. A character, who did not originally exist, should not have existed, and who would not have existed due to the circumstances of the story, setting and characters of the characters.

But now let's talk about the "thief" thing. I don't know, whether it was done intentionally or accidentally, but it really seems that Ashi was created as a mockery toward fans, who wanted the story about how Jack and Aku become allies against some greater deadly force, and how the demon finds other sides (noble sides) of his personality and becomes more a trickster antihero, rather than pure hero or pure bad guy. Because if to watch the scene from 9 episode from this perspective, you can notice that Aku basically acts toward Ashi in pretty similar way how Jack's father acted toward him, when Aku only was born. Like, Emperor wanted to "destroy the evil", but instead he accidentally gave the life to Aku and then rejected him, telling about his intentions to kill the demon and then attacking him, when Aku just said "Thank you!" and wasn't aggressive (and here I already pointed out, that Jack's father is not worthy).

And now Aku meets the young girl, infected by his blood without his knowing, and kinda considers her as his unplanned creation(?) and then uses as a puppet, mocking on her and Jack and trapping her inside of the black mass. From this perspective Ashi is a "human/female and kind" version of Aku, who replaced him and stole Aku's and Jack's backstories and arcs.

For real, Tartakovsky took experienced and fierce demon with great potential for character development and exploring tragic aspects of his personality… and replaced with young human girl, whose backstory is a mix (I'd say, ripoff) of backstories of both Jack and Aku. What a crime.

[nobodymitskigabriel]

Incomprehensible ramblings on lokiel and samruby

The Lokiel and Samruby parallel is one that's interesting to me because Samruby can be summed up with a pretty cut and dry power dynamic: mysterious and powerful entity shows up and charms a headstrong, naive boy who is full of potential, strings him along, manipulates him, grooms him when he's vulnerable, and lies to him all while completely certain that she is doing what's best for him; while Loki and Gabriel's power dynamic is a lot more nuanced. Not an equal relationship, but one where there is no clear aggressor/victim.

Both Loki and Gabriel parallel Ruby at different times in their relationship. Gabriel parallels Ruby in their first meeting, showing up as a mysterious and powerful entity to rescue Loki from danger which then makes him beholden to Gabriel, and he parallels Ruby by being the more powerful of the dynamic. (Which is only true when comparing first meetings. Sam eventually does become the more powerful of the duo specifically due to Ruby's cultivation, but his power is never a threat to her.)

Loki parallels Ruby in Gabriel's transformation. He's an escape from Gabriel's family and he has something that Gabriel needs. It's crucial to acknowledge that Gabriel was never tricked or manipulated into his actions the way Sam was. Even though Gabriel's transformation into Loki took place off-screen, I think it's safe to assume this. He was not tempted down a dark road. He went looking for something and he got that thing exactly as he asked for it without any kind of long con deception on Loki's part. Gabriel chose to be like Loki.

That said I do think there is a level of naivete to Gabriel's character, which isn't Loki's fault and it's not something Loki takes advantage of until the perceived "betrayal" post s5. Gabriel's naivete just comes with being an archangel allergic to responsibility i.e. an overgrown celestial baby. The privilege of complete carelessness. He does not understand what it really means to be vulnerable or rendered powerless by others, and this is why it ruins him when he does experience consequences and is rendered powerless. Sam's naivete, being blinded by his need for power in order to rise to the occasion and stop the apocalypse or so he thinks, is explicitly exploited by Ruby.

Another critical difference is that Ruby was never trying to make a Ruby out of Sam. This was not a vanity project. She was trying to cultivate boyking Lucifer's vessel from naive and headstrong Sam Winchester. It was all about her trying to make Sam reach Sam's greatest potential while Loki could give less of a fuck about Gabriel's greatest potential.

But while both of them had very different goals in their projects, there is an art and, I daresay, a love that goes into fostering someone's complete transformation. Gabriel being an angel, there's a chance that Loki was implicitly or explicitly strong-armed into helping him, but the only version of the story we hear is from Gabriel who makes it sound like a friend doing another friend a solid and as much as Gabe isn't the the most honest guy in the world, Loki never makes it sound like his hand was forced. He says that he "saved" Gabriel, implying that was in some way proud of what they accomplished. Because even though he didn't care about Gabriel's potential as Gabriel, he did care about Gabriel's potential as the new Trickster.

The thing that sets Ruby entirely apart from this Lokiel parallel is that she was, from her perspective, unyieldingly faithful to Sam. The betrayals she committed against him were intended entirely for his benefit. However justified it was, it was Sam who intentionally turned on Ruby.

[silver-strings-of-fate]

The Devil's Awakening

((A bit of writing, establishing the start of my palace au. Enjoy, or don't, I'm not your dad.))

It was supposed to be a triumphant moment; the people of Tokyo coming together to break their chains and reject the god of control. It was merely Ren's job to strike the final blow. Satanael's bullet was meant to be the grand finale. It was all over.

Yet, as Yaldabaoth's towering body began to fall, Ren's mind was suddenly filled with the god's voice.

"Very well, Trickster. It's seems that I've lost this game. Take your reward, then. I'm eager to see what you will do with it."

Before Ren could question what the god meant, he was met with a rush of crackling heat washing over his body. The feeling was familiar, similar to the way obtaining a new persona would fill him with a pleasant warmth. But the sheer intensity of it left him reeling. He fell to his knees, gasping for air.

"Joker!" The other Phantom Thieves cried out, all rushing to his side.

"Don't worry guys, I'm fine," Ren said, stumbling to his feet. His knees felt weak, and his head felt like it was going to split in two. But he could stand. There was no need to worry his friends about it. They'd all gone through enough already.

--

"I'll be blunt," Sae said. "I want you to turn yourself in to the police."

"You want me to... what?" Ren suddenly felt small against the towering Shibuya skyline. Turn himself in? Let the cops put him through another so-called 'interrogation'?

"Your testimony will be necessary to prove Shido's guilt. However-" Sae was still talking, but Ren couldn't hear her over the sound of his own heart beating against his eardrums.

His head was pounding again, worse this time. His hands shot up to clutch at his temples, as if his skull would crack open if he didn't hold it together. Ren felt like the world was closing in on him, the edges of his vision blurring. He didn't realize he was falling until he felt his side hit the cold ground. Sae was calling his name. People were starting to crowd around him. Everything was going dark...

--

Sae had managed to drag Ren's unconscious body back to Leblanc. With Sojiro's help they'd been able to get him into his bed, but he was still out cold. By the time he came to, the prosecutor had gone home for the night, leaving a note asking him to speak with her again once he was feeling better. Sojiro gave him a cup of warm milk, a few ibuprofen, and a firm instruction to take it easy before he took Futaba back to their home and left him alone in the cafe to rest.

That night, Ren sat awake, staring blankly at the frost clinging to the attic window. He should feel some sense of accomplishment, right? He'd saved the world! He'd killed a god! This was exactly the kind of thing he'd loved reading about in his favorite books as a kid. Shouldn't he feel happy, relieved, something?

But no, the only thing Ren felt was a digging, clawing anxiety in his chest. What happened now? What could he even do now? Turn himself in, help bring the full extent of Shido's crimes to light, and hope Sae could keep him from rotting in solitary confinement? It would keep his friends safe, at least. But it made him feel so helpless.

And even then, what about the rest of the world?

The Suzui Shihos and Mishima Yuukis of the world wouldn't stop being abused by their teachers just because he shot a god in the face. Shido would be prosecuted, sure, but nothing was stopping someone even worse than him from worming their way into office. And with the metaverse gone, they couldn't even change hearts anymore. The sick and corrupt would have free rein, just like always.

Ren grit his teeth, turning away from the window. His head started aching again, like something was stuck inside and desperately wanted out. He hated it. He hated feeling so useless. After all he'd done, he still couldn't change anything in the end.

"But you can change it, can't you?" Something at the back of his mind whispered, soft and soothing.

Ren froze. By now, he was used to his personas talking to him, cutting in with the occasional quip or advice. But his personas should be gone, right? Gone with Yaldabaoth and the rest of the metaverse. Though, the voice sounded a lot like Arsene's, or Satanael's, he supposed. Maybe a small trace had remained…

"If Yaldabaoth can change reality, why can't you?" The voice continued, wrapping Ren in a comfortable warmth. "You have the power."

The power… That must have been what Yaldabaoth had meant by his 'reward'. That must've been the flood of heat and the pounding pressure in his head. The god had given Ren its strength. And he could do with it what he wished.

"You could build a new world. One without control. No rules, no limits. Anyone can do whatever they like. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"It does…" Ren whispered back. "B-but that wouldn't be right! I wouldn't be any better than Yaldabaoth."

"Would you? Really? Would you take away the free will of the people, or would you make it absolute? A world where no person can control another. How would that be the same as what that malevolent god wanted?"

"I guess you're right." His hesitance was slipping away. Wasn't this exactly what he had been wanting just a moment ago? A way to help people be freed from their pain? Why should he reject that?

Ren turned to the window again. His reflection stared back with bright yellow eyes and a wide smile that he knew he didn't have. It was then that he realized; the voice wasn't Arsene's, or Satanael's, or any other one of his personas. No, it was his own voice, his own desires.

"This is what you want, right?" His reflection said, pressing a hand against the window's cold glass. Ren did the same, a smile growing on his face to match his other self's.

This time, he and his reflection spoke in unison.

"Then let's put on a show."