#wishmaster 1997

[fanofspooky]

Tony Todd

1954-2024

[pennysnotwise]

THE DJINN from WISHMASTER

played by Andrew Divoff

[thatssomegoodsoup]

NATHANIEL (wishmaster) x READER HCs

You're the first person he has ever felt love for

He doesn't take anything you say out of context

He trusts you enough to be in his true form around you

Nathaniel wants to rule the world alongside you

He always comes back to your house after finishing screwing over some unfortunate soul(s)

He prefers dinner dates (especially when you make a home cooked meal)

He LOVES wine, so you should get him some sort of fancy wine as a gift

He makes morbid compliments

Nathaniel is incredibly prideful and will flaunt you like you're a trophy he managed to claim

He sometimes uses you to claim souls (since you act way more approachable lmao)

Nathaniel can be polite and gentlemanly towards you, but this is 50/50, as his default state is to act affectionately aggressive

He will get you any gift you want

If anyone hurts you, he will try to claim their soul

Nathaniel likes painting things for you

fun fact: only the first and second movies are worth watching imo

Credit for divider: @plum98

[monstermasher5000]

Short Djinn/Nathan Demerest x Reader ficlet

18+ below the cut!

Not proofread, no idea on word count and no warnings really aside from smutty

Tags: Making out, dry humping, begging, dirty talk, heavy petting.

It was hard to remember the last time you had laughed this hard. Your gut hurt and your face was sore but you couldn't stop yourself. This date certainly didn't disappoint, Nathan being an absolute joy to be around, and now he had you practically doubled over laughing on your own couch. For a moment you worry that you looked unflattering as your face contorted with your joy. Just as you try to recover, Nathan hits you with another snarky comment. Something just to keep you giggling.

The Djinn was a creature of pain, cruelty and despair. A spirit so evil it shook humans for centuries. Here he was, disguised as a handsome, well dressed man, revelling in watching you come undone. Your smile entranced him and he craved to hear your laughter. The way you leaned into him, the weak slaps you landed on his leg as you practically cackled, all of it gave him a high he'd never felt before. You were just so full of life, so carefree, so adorable. Whatever rotten and coal black heart kept this monster going couldn't help skip a beat when you laid your hand on his chest, steadying yourself as your giggling slowed. Those soft sighs, your flushed cheeks and heavy breaths all bloomed heat in the Djinn's gut.

It all felt like it happened so fast, although in reality it was a slow and gradual build. What started as Nathan barely grazing his nose over your cheek and speaking sweet compliments into your ear in that dulcet tone, had escalated to where you were now. Back pressed to your couch cushions you keened with every searing kiss Nathan left to your throat. The suit jacket he wore had been lost along the way, forgotten on the floor. Your own clothes were still in place even if he was pawing at your body through them.

"Please, let me have you-"

Nathan pants the words into your skin, sealing his lips around more skin and sucking down to leave his mark. Dexterous hands roam your body as if desperately wanting more but unable to take it.

"Let me take you and make you mine."

As he speaks against your skin you feel his request as well as hear it. Lacing your fingers into his hair, you arch into his touch.

"Tell me you want me to ruin you in every way."

He strokes you slowly through your clothes, pulling heady moans from you as you tried to catch his lips again in another kiss.

"Or maybe you want to be treated softly, slowly, gently."

Each word was punctuated with another pointed glide of his fingers, your hips rocking in time with it. Hauling your hips to align with his, he mirrors your thrusting, grinding his clothed cock against your own sex. The Djinn bathed in your trembling form wrapped around his, desperate for you to release him and let him touch you as he pleased. All this power and still he waited for your pleading, pained consent.

"All you have to do-" his lips brush yours, icy blue eyes boring into your soul. "is beg."

"Fuck, please I need you." The pressure in your gut was nearly unbearable as he rutted against you slowly, adding an addictive quiver to your voice. "I need you to fuck me, Nathan. Please?"

There was no holding back the perfect grin that peeled over the Djinn's face as he drank in your begging. Slipping searing hot hands under your shirt, those lidded, pale eyes watched you closely.

"As you wish, love."

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[domesticshe-wolf]

Fear the Djinn!

The Djinn x Fem!Waker

My headcanons of the Djinn and his relationships between his waker. Sooo... Let's begin!

Narcissism. The ego of these beings reaches simply universal proportions! It is so huge that there is not enough space in any black hole in the entire outer space to fit it. Just imagine, if there is barely enough space in the void for one Genie, then what discomfort others are experiencing. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why he so zealously wants to take over the Earth. Who knows?

Let's talk a little bit about horns. They are somewhat similar in function to antennas. Only instead of a radio or television signal, they catch energy frequencies of a subtle plane. So if you want to ask, "Do Djinn have headaches?" then, most likely, you will receive an answer in the manner of: "Of course, the dearest Awakener, if you could feel so many whirlwinds of emotions that circle in the constancy of eternity." And you wanted to feel. Totally by accident! (or rather, out of curiosity, like all people). Well, now you know the full range of sensations of a traumatic brain injury from decompression. And yes, they are sensitive. That's why your mystical "friend" has a stupid habit of twirling them between his fingers. And at some moments they become especially sensitive. If you know what I mean. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"Nails or claws?" You know that besides the rings, he has his own natural nails, which are very long. While living with you, he watched you take care of your body: masks for everything, serums, massages, and manicures. Your cousin infected you with these beauty rituals. Gradually, you began to notice that your nail files began to thin out very often. And now, having already bought the eighth one during this period, you see this: your Persian Devil is sitting on the couch as if nothing had happened, with his feet up on the coffee table, and polishing his nails! With your file! You couldn't help yourself, and indignation burst out of you: "Maybe give you a construction file!? With diamond-coat!?" To which he replied without a doubt: "The Awakener said it, and the Djinn did it." And now, you're on the knees in front of him with your head down and holding a construction tool, like a damn Excalibur until the Genie takes it away.

Food preferences. Honestly, your cooking skills leave much to be desired because before you met him, you ate only fast food. He can "cook" any dish from any era. Literally. But don't worry, he's not going to poison you - so human flesh and those poisonous berries, from which some of the hominids died, are excluded from the menu. But that doesn't mean that the rest of the cousine will be familiar to you. Don't forget, he's a Genie - he likes to shock. One day, when you came home from an evening jog, you felt a wonderful odor that spread throughout the apartment. It's beckoning you. And now you've discovered how beautifully the small round table in your kitchen is set. In the middle was a porcelain dish with some glazed carcasses of a small bird, and next to it was a note: "I found this beautiful set of dishes in your cupboard. I hope you don't mind. Enjoy it." The bird was really just great, until you found out WHAT KIND of bird IT was! He appeared as usual - unexpectedly, and stood in the doorway leaning against the jamb: "A lot of Roman senators just loved fried blue parrots for dinner". He watched as your eyes widened in eerie realization of what you were eating right now. You stopped chewing abruptly. He slowly approaching the table, and dipped his finger into a small bowl containing sauce as red as fresh blood, and then vulgarly licked it, slightly exposing his forked tongue. You abruptly got up from the table and ran into the bathroom while he was laughing and talking after you: "You ate not one, but two pieces!" The next morning, you were woken up by a smell no less wonderful than yesterday's - coffee and some kind of pastries. And now you see the luxurious table again, as if you came to a five-star hotel in Dubai for breakfast. No matter how much you liked the fragrance, you looked at this feast with suspicion. "Don't worry. The usual breakfast of the sheikhs. Boring" - now he was standing by the stove and drinking coffee. The small cup that he holds was in stark contrast to his appearance. To tell the truth, you felt very uncomfortable, even guilty about yesterday: "I am... I'm so sorry. I was rude yesterday". "I thought you didn't like the parrot," the Genie said mockingly. "Did I say that? Everything was just great", - you told him that so sincerely that he immediately replied: "Good" with that creepy smile. The toast with hollandaise sauce was so delicious that you accidentally bit the tip of your tongue and then heard a rude chuckle. For him, it was the best compliment to his cooking skills.

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[moonfrost-614-queen-of-darkness]

New chapter!

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[victorshatchet]

i love how the djinn from wishmaster sounded like an excited puppy when alexandra accepted his wish thingy, like, his voice when he said “good!” made me smile and his whole face lit up, i love him, such a silly goof