Sam is trying to become the Antichrist in order to save the world. He has a small army of angels and demons, he has an adoring cult, he has a work of prophecy by Jack Kerouac, and he has Dean. Things are going pretty well until he accidentally signs Dean up as his Beloved Consort, a role that requires sex with the Antichrist on an altar. And that's when things stop going pretty well. Also, the soundtrack to the Apocalypse sucks.

When Sam steps in to rescue a boy and the boy's best friend from Green Bank Regional High School's biggest bullies, he expects trouble. What he doesn't expect is the trouble he gets. Sam is sixteen and keeping all kinds of secrets from Dean--about the boy he kind of likes and the supernatural situation he's found himself in. These secrets start to take their toll at home, where Dean is harboring his own secret, one that might be the most life-changing of all.

When out on a routine investigation, Ed and Al run into what appears to be a bizarre manipulation of the Philosopher's Stone, resulting in a rash of... the living dead? RoyLiza, WinrySchieska, and Elricest.

The hellhounds were milling around her legs, almost high as her waist: pale white hides and red eyes, long red tongues lolling out between their stained teeth, all of them panting like the exhaust of an eighteen-wheeler and staring right at him.

Castiel thinks this should be celebrated. Dean's not there yet, but he's working on it. Sam's just happy to be included at all.

After the events of Born Under A Bad Sign, Sam keeps a secret.

Mikey gets into a fight, and Gerard ends up taking care of him; things... happen. Rated NC-17. Kink warnings - asphyxiation, minor damage kink.

Dean and Sam are on the trail of a demon who is killing families that share a certain secret. When they run into another set of brothers working the same case, they realize all four of them might be in danger as well.

There was a sharp and bitter edge crept into the words, a reminder that not all was well: that Thor still had a brother, but not a friend.

The Jotun have only one gender; Thor likes how Loki is no exception.

Harry wakes up on his sixteenth birthday and decides that he does not want to die a virgin.

Thor had long believed his brother dead. That might have been preferable to the reality. [For this prompt on norsekink: "tl;dr- after the movie Loki falls to past-Midgard and is captured and tortured by the government. Once Thor becomes an Avenger he finds and rescues him, and nurses him back to health."]

"If we're going to do this, it can't be with the end of a guitar string and ink dipped from a ball point pen."

Thor loved a good victory.

The tale of Thor, Loki, a magical horse, and abandoning youth in favor of wisdom. Or the story of how Loki gave birth to Sleipnir and how Thor learned how to be king.

Ghost Gauntlets + Authentic Wriggling Tentacle Dildos. Rose + Dave. It's really very simple.

“A smattering of elemental strategy.”

Mikey needs a date for a work event. Gerard steps in.

It just figures that when Karkat finally finds that special someone he hates more than he hates himself, that person turns out to be the guy who's essentially his clone, but fifty million times more annoying.

Looking into mirrors has always messed with your head, but this is nothing like a mirror image. It’s like looking at yourself distorted even further, sharper, the bare bones and skin shaped into something more solid, but still thin and tense and narrow.

You feel the shift in the air behind you as someone else approaches, but you don't get up. You'll waste anyone who tries to fuck with you right now. "Hot damn," says a voice almost but not quite like Terezi's. "Double trouble, huh?" Your dancestor snickers, and you look up as dancestor Pyrope swaggers around into view.

"Seriously?" says the clerk in the bookstore. "You seriously tried ordering this from Amazon?"

Sam and Dean go to Hogwarts. (spoilers for All Hell Breaks Loose, Deathly Hallows)

Dr. Brennan is pretty much okay with brother-on-brother action. It's just everyone else who needs convincing.

Laura and Derek are together a lot; Stiles doesn’t think anyone at Beacon Hills High School hasn’t had a naughty thought about their relationship at least once.

Dave knows his bro is into some weird stuff. Knows he runs a questionable paysite with a smorgasbord of kinks. And yeah─ that’s really… something. Something he tries not to think over too much. But when he comes home one night to find Dirk in a dress and a deal on the table, he can’t ignore it any longer.

You push yourself up to a sitting position. "Bro," you say. "Long time no see." You manage to keep your voice almost totally steady, even. He's sitting cross-legged in the sand, his elbows on his knees, his katana planted point-down next to him. His horns echo the shape of his shades, jagged outward-facing points. You wonder what yours look like, but you think you'd lose points for reaching up to cop a feel of your own headgear. "Come on. We don't exactly have the high ground out here."

I feel pretty strongly that the second half of Naruto diverted all the momentum of the first half, where what I wanted to see was what would happen if it speeded up instead. This arc is an AU of canon, in which Kakashi dealt with Sasuke differently after the first fight with Itachi and Sasuke never left Konoha. Changes spiral off from that point. This is also the arc where I change all the things that truly made me tear my hair in canon, such as the carbon copy generations, the sidelining of the women, the apotheosis of Naruto as a solitary hero, and Itachi turning out to not be a villain. So none of that happens. There is, however, Sakura/Sasuke/Naruto goodness. Also featuring a dash of Kakashi/Iruka and a side arc about Hinata and the Hyuuga clan that somehow shoehorned its way in while I was innocently contemplating ninja sociology.

One is a majorly kinky adult man in his prime, who got to go to nightclubs and met people and had one night stands and learned through trial and error, and is now fairly relaxed about his needs. The other is a teenager who thanks to the internet and his own reasoning has a lot of intellectual understanding and nothing else and zero real social experience, and the same needs and instincts and no outlet for them.

In order to make a man out of Jon, Robb and Theon take him to Ros, the red-headed whore. But the night of drunken revelry leads to many startling discoveries ... (originally written for asoiaf kinkmeme)

wherein rhaegar wins the war, and jaime manages to keep his head by taking a stark for a wife; or five times jaime lannister braved his marriage and the one time he was brave for its sake

It had taken her quite some time to name her Queensguard. Not to choose them; Sansa had been choosing them for a great deal of time – since the day she watched her father die, in truth – her choices growing and expanding over the years until she’d known with no doubt who would make up her Queensguard before she knew for certain she would be Queen. But a Stark girl ruling Westeros alone was unprecedented enough, even without her unorthodox choice of guard, so Sansa had tread carefully when naming them, choosing her times and her methods with all the canniness she’d learned at the hands of men like Petyr Baelish and women like Cersei Lannister.

Dean goes to pick Sam up from Stanford and ends up finding more than he bargained for.

Huh, was Tony's first thought when the spell broke and all of a sudden his brain came back online.

In which Robert Baratheon weds Catelyn Tully on the eve of rebellion while Cersei Lannister, the rising sun of Casterly Rock, is sent to the far North to marry Ned Stark and become Lady of Winterfell. In consequence, the fates of these two women, the people they love, and the game of thrones are changed forever. But winter is coming, as it always will.

He pushes off the bed in one smooth motion, and your bloodpusher skips a beat as he takes a step towards you. “Really.” “If, if you’re trying to imply anything lewd—” “Lewd? Seriously? You sound like Zahhak.” Another step. Your voice is too shrill when you ask, “But are you?” He braces one hand against the wall over your shoulder, tilts his head to the side, and smirks in that infuriating, awful way. “What do you think?”

Rose needs peace and quiet to get on with her writing. You'd think that'd be easy in the limitless void of deep space, but no.

Leia glided closer, brushing Luke’s hair out of his face, then leaning in. “Both of us,” she whispered, and then kissed him firmly. Han could feel Luke let go of all the tension in his body all at once. If he had stopped holding him up, Luke would have simply dropped to the floor.

Why the Beforan equivalent of yourself didn't appear here, you're not sure, though you suspect it has something to do with direct and indirect transference and the extent to which each of you had contact with game code prior to this remix of the universe; the Ancestors from Alternia had vague memories of being their Beforan selves, so both versions re-instanced, but as far as you know you're the only version of Sollux Captor the game was aware of. Poor Sollux, you jeer internally, all alone in the world. If you were to quadrant yourself, you're not sure whether self-hate or self-pity would be the dominant emotion, but either way, you're getting off on it. God, you make yourself sick. You hold your bulge like you're trying to restrain it, but who the fuck are you kidding. It wraps around your fingers, both tendrils snaking and coiling harder the more you try to will them to stop, like don't-think-of-a-trunkbeast, and you rub at them distractedly because you can't stand not to. Sollux Captor, system architect of the new universe, reduced to thinking with his bulge by two copies of his ancestor being obnoxious at each other. Fuck your hot life.

The dishes need doing. They're not the only thing.

Care and fucking of your lispy bipolar nerd.

Sollux just wanted a tattoo. He came out of it with ten piercings and a threesome.

Dirk has come to terms with sharing his famous brother with the world, but there are some things he wants to keep for himself. (Heads up for nsfw art right in your face)

The Asgardians' ship stops for supplies. The price is not what Thor and Loki had expected; the aliens demand nothing less than a public royal fucking. Ok, it's not like it's the weirdest thing they've ever done.

He has the face of a devil, sharp and beautiful and just a little bit evil, and Diego should really know better when Klaus gets that clever look in his eye.

Diego has never sucked a cock before, he decides that needs to change

As soon Klaus realize he can make Ben solid again, Ben start to wonder about some of the experiences he never got to have alive.

“This isn’t going to work,” Diego said, once everyone had stopped moaning on the grass and/or throwing up.

Myrcella Baratheon always knew she would be married to a man for a political alliance. What she did not know was that she was going to be left in the North at 8-years-old to one day become the wife of Robb Stark and just how much it would change her life.

Stannis Baratheon flowers as an omega after the end of Storm End's siege, what will it mean for Westeros?