#He’s in the void between dimensions

[dragonemery]

art

This is my OC, he’s currently being blinded by the neon colors of my fever dreams.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[puppetmaster13u]

Because it is Mermay:

Originally did this art for one of @radiance1 prompts/story ideas, which also gives an idea of colors so.

[snowyfrostshadows]

Team Bleck can't swipe the Pure Heart if the heroes steal it first, right?

[enbyshads]

shaking of excitement every time i think about shadow saying "home doesn't exist anymore, because of you!" like WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, I NEED ANSWERS

[blughxreader]

Soft yandere Miguel O’Hara

cw: noncon, breeding, kidnapping, m masturbation, biting, SPOILERS. Headcanons and drabble. 1.4k words.

Mean dom Miguel is so hot, but I find that soft yan Miguel has so much overlap with canon.

This man still does all the sick and deplorable things a villain does, but in a way that's strangely tender.

I mean, you simultaneously have to be a sweet man and a stone-cold motherfucker to step in the shoes of your dead counterpart and con his family into thinking everything is fine. Like, he (eventually) fucked a dead man's wife, adopted his child, and seamlessly integrated into his shoes.

While certainly calloused, it also reveals a profound desperation for love and a willingness to do anything for it.

Enter you: a Spider from a random dimension that got caught up in an anomaly's destruction. Maybe your world was destroyed or it's emotionally difficult for you to return, so you end up spending a lot of time at HQ.

Miguel doesn't notice you for a while. There's hundreds of Spiders milling about the base, so it's only until you befriend Peter B and his baby that you get acquainted.

You draw him in without trying, no matter the walls that Miguel puts up. He needs to focus—everyone's very existence is at stake, dammit,—but by month five, you're the only thing he can think about.

His advances start off slow, bogged down by his own exasperation at himself. You're ordered to give in-person de-briefs in Miguel's office and get invited to lunch with him and Peter B, giving you the impression of an upcoming promotion. Miguel is as poised as ever, not letting a single stray emotion color his expression, and talks to you in an aloof, polite manner.

However uninterested he might seem, his insides tighten and flutter at your growing friendship. Every time you smile or secretly share a bemused look, he sinks deeper and deeper in his desire to have you.

Proximity-wise, Miguel vacillates between sitting next to you, close enough for your elbows to brush, and standing 30 feet away on his podium for the next week.

His involuntary, physical reactions startle him, and it becomes another contention he internally wars about. The second he thinks it's harmless to brush against you, it divulges into grabbing—cupping—pinning—fucking—ruining.

God, he fucking loathes the powerless feeling you inflict on him, but he doesn't have the strength to put an end to your friendship. He furiously jerks off after every meeting, biting into his hand to punish himself as he comes to the thought of you swollen with his child.

He thinks of all the deplorable ways to make you pay for causing these feelings, but he ultimately knows the blame lies within him. You see him as a boss and friend, nothing more. You would never intentionally drag him down to this state, so he bottles up all these feelings for your protection.

It takes a particularly bad mission for his control to break.

Whatever reservations he had about locking you in his bedroom evaporate when he sees you covered in blood and rubble. Protecting you from himself was one thing, but the thousands of universes?

You didn't realize what happened until you woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom, weary from pain medication.

He takes your fear, anger, and tears in stride.

While he can't shake his bitchy personality, his annoyance always fizzles out to mumbles and sighs. For months, he takes your verbal abuse and outbursts with resigned acceptance. Miguel didn't always like what he had to do, but he would commit any atrocity if it meant keeping you at his side.

He moves some of his work at home to spend more time with you, just content to occupy the same room while you adjusted to your new situation.

Your shared apartment is quiet most days, save for sporadic outbursts of rage from you, and Miguel daydreams about having a few little kids running around to fill the void.

He stares at you most evenings, watching you curled up on the couch pointedly ignoring him. Miguel thinks you wouldn't be so belligerent if you needed him for something, if you craved his presence and help in some way.

Miguel's mind always drifts back to his favorite fantasies on nights like these: you nine months pregnant and too big for anything other than his shirts. His eyes drift down to your stomach, to the place where you could make his dreams come true.

Patience is something Miguel prides himself on, which is why he puts up with the loneliness for nearly a year after bringing you home. You were given ample time to warm up to him and he's been nothing but kind. Every broken plate and spoiled food, every scratch across his face, every insult—he let you have your way in hopes that you'll eventually recognize him as your lover.

But no. You complained and struggled every step of the way.

Miguel could never hurt you, but he realized that more permanent and assertive measures had to be taken to make you see that you need and love him as much as he does you.

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When he finally takes you, there's hardly any space between your bodies. There are months of touch starvation to make up for and Miguel is compensating all at once.

His entire 6'9" stature pins you to his bed, locking you between arms as large as your thighs. Miguel is the only thing you see or feel, as his hands caress every dip and curve of your body and his cock grinds against your slit.

With your legs helplessly hiked up around his waist and one of his hands pinning your wrists above your head, he makes love to you with a slow burning intensity.

Your fear and disgust are palpable, but between his sweet voice in your ear and his fingers somehow knowing the rhythm and speed to play with your clit, you're more wet than you've ever been.

"Shh, shh, mi cornazón. I have you." Miguel kisses your jaw, his cock rocking in and out of your aching heat with an agonizingly slow pace. "Just breathe steadily and let me take care of you."

He's too big inside of you, and your grunts of pain make him linger in place to help you adjust. When his stride picks up and the wet sounds of sex fill the bedroom, disgust roils in your stomach. Yet fuck, fuck, fuck, your body temperature rises with each stroke.

Miguel kisses you deeply, using his free hand to hold your head in place. He says, "It's time. I've been so patient. Be brave for me and take our baby."

He swallows your horrified pleading with another scorching kiss.

Your pussy clenches around his dick and your breath catches in your throat. Miguel hugs you tighter, his nose pressed into your hair as he angles himself just right. When the first waves of your orgasm make your head dip back, the sharp edge of fangs scratch your neck.

You barely register his mantra of, "Te amo," when his jaw clamps down on your shoulder. Blood spurts from between his teeth, and you cry out in confused pain as your orgasm shakes your body.

Miguel moans into your flesh seconds later, pumping his cum deep inside you. His thrusting is uncoordinated and rough, too blinded by pleasure to notice how powerful his pounding is. The mattress springs whine beneath you two, and you can only cry from the overwhelming treatment.

He milks every last drop of cum into your cunt before he begins to slow. Both of you gasp for breath, your chests heaving against one another's as sweat cools on your hot skin.

He keeps you plugged up for a while longer to give the conception time. His bloodied lips drag across the wound on your shoulder, peppering you with kisses as he trails red along your neck.

A sob shutters in your chest as Miguel runs a palm along your stomach.

"You'll understand soon. I promise. This will be the best thing that's ever happened to us."

[gatorbites-imagines]

Logan Howlett x Cyclops variant male reader

Ficlet

Reader is a Cyclops variant, just extra spikey, because Scogan is one of my guilty pleasures. I don’t know a whole lot about the X-men, so this I try to keep it vague.

I’m also very sick, so if this sucks, that’s why. I didn’t get a request for this, but I just needed it out my system.

Deadpool and Wolverine Spoilers ahead!!

The void was a strange place, it didn’t take Logan long to learn that. Being stuck with Deadpool meant he had come to expect seeing weird shit, but a very angry, very bloody, almost half feral Cyclops was not one of them. You were simply so… angry. From what the resistance could tell them, your deep connection to the punch dimension, and whatever else had you picked up by the TVA and dumped into the Void, kept you safely out of Novas grasp, even if she very openly wanted you by her side.

Seeing the familiar visor made Logans heart ache so deeply, but that snarl on your lips reminded him too much of himself. Deadpool being himself immediately started cracking jokes, only for you to blast him with your eyes. And instead of just throwing Deadpool back, it seemed to completely disintegrate arm right off his body. Logan later learned that was one of the reasons the TVA picked you up. Apparently, your mutation was… wrong. Cyclops wasn’t meant to slice people in half with his eyes, just throw or punch them back. But whatever life you had lived, had shaped you differently.

Working side by side with a Cyclops again took some getting used too, and for you it was difficult too. But that rivalry but underlying respect was still there. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to hit him or kiss him when Logan absentmindedly called you Slim for the first time. In the end you nailed him in the knee with your one of your beams, just enough to get him to trip face first into the ground. That had caused Logan to snap out at you with his claws, but there had been no real heat behind it.

After everything, with Nova, with the TVA, and with you and Logan for some reason settling down in Deadpools dimension, things were up in the air. The X-men still existed in this world, and neither of you felt much want to join them again. Both for the fact that they clearly already had a much more stable Cyclops, and their Wolverine had been dead for years at this point. So, in the end you two just stuck together, tracking down different mutant traffickers and other bad guys, and dealing with them in your own violent manner. Your beams and other abilities, and Logan technically being dead in this world kept you both an unknown card in this world, to everyone but Deadpool at least.

Sure, at some point your actions would catch the attention of the X-men, but it would take them a while, and during that time the relationship between you two brewed into something new and different, but still good. At least, you thought it was good, and if Logans shoulders growing less tense and his eyes less haunted meant anything, then you could only assume the same from him.

Seeing Jean, Remy and Anna Marie on a hit wasn’t something you expected though. Logan had never truly dealt with his grief of losing them, and you had over dealt with it, to the point where you felt nothing but an empty black hole, which fueled the more deadly part of your powers. In the end, you sent Logan away, as you distracted the present X-men, with the fancy black beams you had mastered, keeping their appearance different enough that they wouldn’t be able to tie it back to their Cyclops.

Maybe the reunion with past familiar faces was what broke the camels back with Logan, as the moment you guys got back to your motel room, you found yourself flung onto the bed, Logan easily ripping your baggy clothes off your body. “Logan- hold up” you grunted out, as he descended upon you like an animal, sinking his teeth into your neck, your shoulders, your chest, as his hands grabbed and kneaded at you. Unlike most cyclops, you had a healing factor, so it was fine, but still, seeing him so fervent had you worried.

Logan had never been one for talking about feelings, but he also wasn’t gonna force you to do something when you clearly wanted to talk about it first. In the end, you two wound up laying side by side, Logans ear resting against your chest to hear your heartbeat even if his heightened senses easily could have heard it anywhere else. It was clearly painful for him to talk about it, how he felt, what he wanted to do about it but couldn’t, what he thought of himself, so on and so forth. And through it all, you just found yourself rubbing his back and caressing his hair, giving him replies when he needed it.

Getting all the nasty details off his chest seemed to be what Logan needed, as he became so much more relaxed and softer afterwards. You had never imagined you’d see the wolverine of all people being soft, but him laying on your chest and drawing small shapes on your stomach was proof it was real. Hearing it all from Logan brought of some of your own suppressed memories, stuff you wanted to forget or stuff you had overanalyzed till it lost all meaning, but still, you found yourself spilling it all to him. What happened to you, your own x-men, your powers, how you ended up in the void.

It left you both feeling vulnerable, like an exposed nerve, but also so much closer. It was at this point you two officially started your relationship, and would also be the day you celebrated anniversaries, even if Logan acted like he didn’t care.

In the end, you two hadn’t really planned too far out in the future, what you would do, where you would go, you just kinda lived at the edge of your seats and went where the wind took you. Of course, you guys joined Deadpool and his little gang of misfits every now and then, whenever you were around his territory. You shouldn’t have been surprised when the X-men finally fully tracked you down. Apparently, Colossus had been a great guy and kept you two hidden, since you in his words “needed time to heal and find yourselves”.

Them having Kurt bamf into your motel room was too much though, especially as Logan almost skewered him on his claws, only avoided by old instincts of Kurts taking him out of fire. They had all been near tears when they saw Logan, some happier or weepier than others. He fit in so great with them, and made that lonely sour feeling rear its ugly head as you sank into the background.

Logan, being ever observant, pulled you to the front, and introduced you by his nickname for you, easily stating that you were his, and that was that. Your visor had been lost a long time ago, replaced by whatever shades or goggles you two could find, but it was pretty clear who’s variant you were. It left the X-men floundering when it became obvious you two were more than just allies. Your preference for bloody violence was also pretty new, but what could they really do.

You both denied joining the X-men, blaming it on not wanting to settle down in one place. Xavier had a very knowing look on his face, so you wouldn’t be shocked if he knew exactly why neither of you felt comfortable amongst their ranks, at least for a long while. That didn’t keep different X-men from pulling up on you two any chance they got. Apparently seeing an edgier more rebel version of their leader and/or headmaster was quite a hit. They talked about you offering students beer for months, and how sour this worlds Cyclops looked about you made you cackle. So maybe it wasn’t all bad. But only the future could really tell, but with Logan, and your shared group of randos, then that future didn’t look too bleak .

[void-dude]

Hey there Void!

I was wondering,

Does Tad holds a grudge towards Bill because of what happened in Euclidea? Are they mad at eachother in the present day? I mean during the events of gravity falls

(Cuz I was doing a headcanon comic and realised I might be totally off without knowing, whoops)

Btw love ur work, bye!

Hello haii!!

Tad's feelings towards Bill and his dead dimension are very complicated. I suppose he does hold some sort of a grudge but the feelings that bubble up in his head are mostly grief, guilt, sadness, nostalgia and depression. Anger isn't something he expressed as often, especially not towards Bill.

If it ever came to a discussion between the two, there could be a snapping point where Tad TRHOWS the death of their world at Bill as "it's YOUR fault" or "I wish you just listened to me!"

It would be followed up by guilt, anger leaving his body as quickly as it came.

Bill doesn't hate Tad. If anything he, maybe, will be hurt by Tad avoiding him as long as he did. Well only if he finds that out. Which is a whole other can of beans!

Also glad that you're enjoying my stuff! I'll be looking forward to seeing what you're making! :]

Edit: Actually now that I think about it, if Tad EVER got angry at Bill it would kinda be like that one scene from the new Deadpool-Wolverine movie! You know! The one that makes ya shut up just like Deadpool did! Before they started beefing in the Honda!

[daneecastle]

Reversed Veil of Worlds

Chapter 2 - Page 49

- Pretty Koka. He is traveling through the void between dimensions and finding ways to cope with his experience. Thus the long hair.

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@goodomensafterdark

[simpleeticklish]

Don’t Drink Another Man’s Liquor (Or Start A Tickle Fight With Wolverine) || Deadpool & Wolverine (2024) Tickle Fic

Summary: Logan drinks Remy’s alcohol one too many times and the mutant decides to teach the man a little lesson in manners; naturally, Wade joins in. However, things don’t go exactly to plan when Logan decides to fight back.

Warnings: Canon-typical foul language, including sexually suggestive comments, and my inability to write a Cajun accent properly.

It had taken a good, long while, but things had finally settled down after the big fight against Cassandra (and to a lesser extent, the TVA). Wade’s universe was saved, the Sacred Timeline (whatever the fuck that even was, Wade still didn’t fully understand it) was stable, and everything had gone back to normal.

Well, for the most part.

A few things WERE different now. For one, Wade had a new roommate once Logan decided to stick around. Honestly, the mercenary couldn’t have been more pumped about it! Sure, they bickered a lot, and Logan ABSOLUTELY helped Blind Al cheat at poker, but the gruff man’s presence was like a breath of fresh air being blown into his stagnant life (and newfound franchise). With Logan around, things were never boring, and Wade would never turn down a chance to see those abs Hugh worked so hard on every day.

Second, Wade could now travel to any dimension he wished at any time thanks to that nifty little portal ring he’d swiped off Cassandra and conveniently forgotten to tell the TVA about. Recently, he’d decided to use it to pay a little visit to their new allies in the Void, just to cheek that the TVA kept their word about helping them.

Lo and behold, the TVA actually HAD honored their promise, and Wade was soon dragging Logan through the portal every other day. The “Others,” as Wade liked to call them, were all fascinating in their own right. Elektra was a total bombshell, and could actually be quite fun to be around once you got to know her. Eric was still stoic and distant, and Wade could tell it was going to take a WHILE to earn the man’s trust, but he proved to be an extremely fun sparring partner. And then there was Remy...

“Damn it, couyon! That’s the third bottle this month!” The Cajun’s irritated cut through Wade’s thoughts, pulling him back to the present. He glanced over from his spot on the couch, eyes landing on a very frustrated Remy standing by the open fridge and glaring daggers at Logan.

“And a damn good one too.” Logan retorted, a smirk tugging at his lips as he nodded to the empty liquor bottle discarded next to the trash can. “You should have tried some, you really missed out.”

“Maybe I COULD have if you didn’ go drinkin’ it all up the second it enters the room!”

The interaction didn’t surprise Wade in the slightest. Whether they were hanging out in the Void or back at the apartment, Logan and Remy were always sure to start bickering about something, namely the “mysterious” disappearance of Remy’s alcohol whenever Logan was left unsupervised for too long. It was as usually something Wade delighted in watching, but this time things were getting HEATED. When Remy moved to take out his deck of cards, the mercenary decided it was time to step in.

“Woah, hold your horses there, the Gambit That Never Was! Marvel can’t afford to rebuild this set if you trash my apartment; have you SEEN their financial losses since Endgame?”

Remy raised a brow. "I don't know what any a' that means, but it sure as hell ain't gon' stop me from puttin' this jackass in his place!" He replied, pointing an accusatory finger at Logan. "I don' told him not to touch what ain't his, but he can't seem to get it through that thick skull a' his."

Logan let out a sharp snort of laughter. "Maybe YOU shouldn't put your liquor in the communal fridge if you don't want it drank, huh?"

Remy moved forward with a low growl of irritation, but Wade was already on his feet, wedging himself between the two before things could escalate further. "I hear you, you want revenge! I totally get it! Lets just use a method that WON'T result in big ass holes in the wall...probably." He proposed.

"Like what? You gonna teach him how to annoy me to death? Because I hate to break it to ya, but you've already done THAT ten times over all by yourself." Logan sassed, crossing his arms as he moved over to take Wade's spot on the couch.

"First, rude. Second, no Peanut, I have a MUCH better idea that will provide our dear audience with a LOT more fanservice." Wade retorted, turning back to Remy before Logan could make another comment. "You want revenge? I'll show you exactly what buttons to push to get our grumpy little honey badger BEGGING you to accept his apologies. Well, one button in PARTICULAR does that, but there's plenty of other lil' soft spots you can play with in the meantime."

Logan froze, his eyes going wide as his breath hitched. "Don't you FUCKIN' dare-" He started.

Remy looked back and forth between the two, curiosity clearly piqued. "Ooh no, I think I wanna hear what he's gotta say." His voice was a borderline purr. "Now, sha, what were you saying about his...soft spots, was it?"

Wade was positively BEAMING, practically vibrating with excitement at someone actually taking INTEREST in one of his ideas for once. “Well, it turns out that big, sexy, badass Wolverine…”

“Longwinded, but go on.”

“Wade, don’t you do it, I swear to fucking god-”

“Is TERRIBLY ticklish!” Wade finished, grin growing more by the second, especially when a look of confusion, then pure mischievous GLEE flashed across Remy’s features. “And his laugh isn’t like that fake shit you see in pornos! His is real and downright ADORABLE!”

“Is that so?” Remy purred, beginning to stalk towards Logan, almost resembling a cat zeroing in on a cornered mouse.

His prey was scrambling backwards in an attempt to jump over the back of the couch, eyes wide and a snarl ripping past his lips. “Stay back! You touch me and I’ll fuckin’ skewer you!” Logan threatened. “Wade, you better keep your trap SHUT!”

Naturally, Wade ignored Logan’s words, beginning to approach from the other side with a downright devilish gleam in his eyes. “Ooh yeah, he’s PRECIOUS when you get ahold of that tummy of his. He’ll make just about any sound you can think of! Wheezes, snorts, moans…well, I haven’t got a moan out of him yet, but I’m still workshopping that.”

“Mind showin’ me a couple a’ those soft spots you mentioned earlier?”

“I’d be honored, Mr. Tatum.”

Logan tried to make a break for it, leaping across the back of the sofa in a desperate attempt to escape, but he was too slow. A hand grabbed ahold of his ankle, wrenching him backwards and making him land face first against the cushions. In an instant, there were knees on either side of him as someone lowered themself down to sit on his lower back, and Logan knew he was fucked when Wade’s chuckle sounded off next to his ear. “Sorry, can’t have you running off before the big wrecking! Our readers would be so disappointed!”

The mutant let out another low growl, trying to struggle free as his claws slid out, burrowing themselves into the couch cushions in frustration. “Go fuck yourself, Freddy Krueger!” Logan spat.

By now, Remy had appeared beside them, crouching down next to the couch to shoot Logan a smug grin. “Seems the badger gets a little feisty when caught in a trap.” He crooned, his tone spending a shiver down Logan’s spine, not that he would ever admit it. “Don’ you worry, you’ll be put outta your misery soon enough.” Remy curled and flexed his fingers, looking at Wade expectantly. “Now, what spots get him screamin’ the fastest?”

Logan opened his mouth to protest, only for his lips to slam shut with a barely-contained snort as wiggling fingers burrowed themselves into his sides. “Weeell, as I said earlier, his lil’ tum-tum is a KILL spot. However, that also means the little baby can’t take tickles there for too long, so I like to start off with the sides or hips to get him all warned up.” Wade instructed.

Remy didn’t need to be told twice, his hands slipping underneath Logan to grab ahold of the gruff man’s hipbones. Because if Logan’s position on his stomach, the hands were effectively pressed right against their targets, allowing Remy to get a grip with ease before starting to squeeze, slow but firm.

The dual attack nearly broke Logan instantly, the man having to bite down on his lower lip so hard he could almost taste blood just to keep his chortles at bay. His eyes squeezed shut, face pressed into the cushions as his body shook with barely contained mirth. “Gehehet your hands off me! F-Fuck…” Logan gritted out.

"Come on, Wolvie! You don't want to disappoint the audience, do you? Besides, I think our friend here is entitled to a bit of revenge, don't you? I mean, alcohol is EXPENSIVE in this economy, and you're guzzling it down at a rate that would be downright concerning if you didn't literally have the metabolism of a god." Wade replied, his fingers scribbling across Logan's sides, seeking out all the little spots that made the man jump with skill that said, yes, I HAVE done this before (many, many times, as it turns out).

"You got that right." Remy chuckled, squeezing slowly at Logan's hips with a careful consideration, watching for the slightest change in reaction to indicate he'd found a good spot. Logan jumped when the Cajun's fingers slightly grazed against his lower belly, breath hitching as a wheeze escaped his list. "Oho, it seems our friend wasn' kiddin' about that tummy a' yours. Well, as temptin' as it is to dig right in and make you screech, I think I'd rather that things nice an' slow. Slowly break you down, take you apart bit by bit. Would you like that, sha?"

Logan opened his mouth to curse with indignation, a bad decision on his part as loud giggling immediately started pouring out now that the floodgates had been opened.

Wade's eyes widened comically, his stomach doing a little flip at the teasing, even though it wasn't directed at him. "Jesus Christ, have you done this before or something? That's some shit you'd see in a fanfic, bucko, though I guess that IS appropriate..."

"Mmm, once or twice." Remy grinned coyly. "Ol' Blade can be a tough nut to crack, so sometimes you gotta get a little creative with your methods."

"BLADE? You tickled BLADE? Oh man, that's a story I NEED to hear."

Somehow, the two continuing to carry out a normal conversation while tickling him to pieces was MORE flustering for Logan than their straight-up teasing. The mutant's cheeks were bright red with embarrassment, his body shaking with giggles as he clawed desperately at the sofa in an attempt to escape. A shriek tore past his lips when Wade used this opportunity to dig into his exposed underarms, continuing to ramble at Remy all the while. "Fuhuhuhuhuckin' stahahahahap! Cuhuhuhuhut it out!" Logan shook his head, grin nearly splitting his face in two. “Nohohohohot thehehehere!”

Wade looked down at their victim, grinning sadistically as he drilled his thumbs into Logan's armpits, causing the mutant's legs to kick out in desperation. "Aaw, what's the matter, Peanut? Can't take it? Come on, we both know you LIKE this." He sang.

"He does, does he?" Remy's fingers finally wormed their way underneath Logan's torso, digging into his stomach and VIBRATING. "Ain't that just precious? You like our teasin' too?" Logan screamed with laughter. "You do? Well then, I would be happy to indulge you...tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle..."

Logan would never admit it, but the combination of attacks from those two BASTARDS and downright cruel teasing wrenched a squeal out of him, his laughter going wild as snorts began to slip out every few seconds. "SHUHUHUHUHUT UP! DOHOHOHOHON'T! YOU FUHUHUHUHUCKING PRIHIHIHIHICKS!"

"Don't shut up? Why, I thought you'd never ask!" Wade cooed, his fingers wiggling under Logan's chin, which promptly snapped down with a snort. "Gitchie gitchie goooo, wittle honey badger! Does it tickle real good? Huh? Huh? Aaw, listen to all those cute little piggy snorts! Isn't that just precious?"

"I'll admit, the little couyon DOES sound pretty damn cute like this. Maybe we should keep him this way, hm? Perpetually gigglin' his ass off, squirmin' like a catfish outta water."

Logan couldn't take this. Wade by himself was bad enough, the asshole knowing exactly what to do and say to drive him WILD from his countless previous tickle attacks, but when you added in Remy's more precise touches and subdued crooning? Logan felt like he was going to combust, laughter taking on a wheezy tone as one of Remy's finger found his navel and began scratching ruthlessly at the little kill spot. He had to do something, ANYTHING! Logan's struggling kicked up a notch, his claws sliding back into his knuckles as he put all of his strength into flipping himself onto his back.

In what MUST have been an act of divine mercy, the man actually managed to buck Wade off of his back, sending the mercenary toppling onto the floor. Logan’s instincts kicked in the moment he saw an opening, slipping himself onto his back and latching onto Remy’s wrists, still shaking with giggly pants. “Y-You’re fuhucked!” Logan growled, eyes narrowing.

The Cajun’s eyes widened. “Shit…”

In the blink of an eye, Logan was sitting upright, tugging Remy down into a sitting position on the couch beside him. Sensing the immediate danger he was in, the other mutant attempted to scramble away, only to find himself trapped in a vice-like headlock. “Where do you think you’re going, huh?” Logan smirked. “I think whatever fucking audience Wade keeps rambling on about would LOVE to see you get a taste of your own medicine.”

Wade, who up to that point had been nursing the broken wrist and bump to the head he’d received from the fall, sat up with wild, excited eyes. “Now you’re talking, Peanut! I knew you had a funny bone somewhere in that grumpy body of yours!” He beamed, scrambling over to the couch as Remy attempted to squirm free of Logan’s hold.

“Don’t get too excited, you’re next, Bub.”

“That’s fair.”

“Now, now! Don’t go doin’ anything you might regret!” Remy forced his tone to remain calm and smooth, despite the nervous grin already quirking at the corners of his lips. “You let me up and we’ll call it even, yeah?”

“Even!” Logan snorted. “We’re nowhere close.” The mutant turned his attention to Wade. “I’ll hold him still, you fuckin’ destroy him, got it? I’d do it myself but I don’t trust this slippery motherfucker not to try anything.”

Wade saluted. “Aye, aye, Hugh!” The mercenary cracked his knuckles, smirking at the trapped Cajun with pure delight. “Alright, you beautiful angel, let’s see if you share some of your actor’s sweet spots. I’ve heard Channing is VERY ticklish here!” He crowed, hands shooting down to dig into Remy’s sides. Immediately, Remy attempted to jerk away from the touches, lips slamming shut but doing little to muffle the snickers concealed behind them. “Aaw, did I find a giggle spot already? You know you can’t hold it in for looong!”

“Do you really have to say that shit?” Logan groaned, his cheeks tinged a light pink even though the teases weren’t directed at him.

“Hey, tickling is an ART, and TEASING is like the highlights on a beautiful oil painting! It just ENHANCES things!”

Remy cracked an eye open, shaking his head stubbornly. “Y-Yohohou think THIS is tihihicklin,’ you wouldn’t be ahahable tohohooo take five seheheconds of what I could do to you!” He sassed.

“Oho, somebody’s got a mouth on him! Well, unfortunately for you, so does Logan. Do the thing, Peanut!” Wade dug his fingers in more vigorously, wiggling and prodding his fingers into the sensitive flesh as he shot the clawed mutant an expectant look.

Logan looked utterly confused. “What are you going on about now?”

“You know, the THING!” Logan continued to stare at him with raised eyebrows. A light blush spread across Wade’s cheeks as he averted his gaze, moving his fingers to begin raking over Remy’s ribs in a vain hope of distracting himself (this, dear reader, pulled a SNORT from the poor Cajun). “With your mouth…you do it to me sometimes…”

“Wade, I swear to god-”

“Raspberries, okay!” Wade groaned. By now, a few snickers had slipped past Remy’s lips, albeit mostly at Wade’s clear flusteredness.

“Ahahaw, does the bihihihig, bahahahad honey badger tihihihickle you often, shahaha?” Remy teased, wobbly grin still managing to pull off an air of smugness. “Twohoho ticklish bihihihirds of a feheheheather!”

“You shut it! In fact, I think Wade had a GREAT idea on how to shut you up just now!” Logan growled.

“Wait, did you just compliment me?!”

Remy opened his mouth to protest, but any coherency died on his tongue as the clawed mutant’s lips found his neck, a loud “PFFFBT” of ringing out. Poor Remy didn’t stand a chance, especially when Logan started rubbing his scruff against the sensitive skin, a startled shriek preceding a torrent of wild laughter from the Cajun. “SHIHIHIHIHIT! N-Nohohohoho, dohohohohon’t!” Logan, of course, ignored this demand and blew a second raspberry, then a third, slowly driving Remy deeper into hysterics.

“Fuck yeah! I knew you’d loosen up eventually, you old stick in the mud!” Wade laughed, hands latching onto Remy’s thighs and beginning to squeeze, earning a squawk of surprise from their victim.

“Glad you think so, because I think you’re in need of some attention too for that little stunt you pulled.”

“Wait, what-LOHOHOHOHOHOHOGAN!”

“SEHEHERVES YOU RIHIHIHIGHT, TRAITOROHOHOUS SNAHAKE! FUHUHUHUHUCK, NOHOHOHOT THAT DAHAHAMNED BEARD!”

[satubby]

Yandere God Gojo headconons

[As promised, a bit late I know, but I needed my time to not cry for Satoru so an apology. So since I'm not good at describing powers and let's add to that Jujutsu Kaisen has mathematics, which I hate... I just won't go into his god-like powers]

This post comes from the previous idea, you can find it in my profile. Credits to the artist and me for the edition.

⚠️ Warning: This is MY interpretation of the character but it does not define the canon, I want to show my love for him (Fuck Gege for all I care) There may also be pronoun errors because damn my dyslexia affects my eyesight.

On an ordinary night, your mother sent you to the mini supermarket, a place similar to convenience stores like pharmacies. 「More common in my native Mexico, such as an Oxxo.」

Unexpectedly, a curse/demon began to haunt you. Without knowing how, you ended up cornered in an alley, the rain adding a touch of desperation to the atmosphere. Exhausted, you tripped over a trash can, lacerating your leg in the fall.

The unimaginable happened when your blood, the fruit of the scrape, awakened a god enclosed within a bucket, multiple eyes arranged in a dice-like pattern 「Yeah, I fucking used 'It' you thought」. Your blood acted as a call for the imprisoned being lying in there.

Satoru, the god that lay dormant, awoke. Upon realizing your situation, he offered to help you, but not before uttering the words that would seal your fate: "Tell me, mortal, do you accept that I save you by giving me something precious? Yes or no, the choice is yours."

Given your young age of six and the impossibility of facing the dreadful monster that pursued you, you had no choice but to accept. How could you refuse? Hell, you were a brat who could barely carry your mother's bag of errands, much less fight that dreadful thing that wanted you dead.

And so the deal between you and the unknown god was sealed with…. a tongue kiss. 「Despite its polemical nature, it is crucial to the development of the plot」.

❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Satoru, in his divine form, is an extraordinarily powerful being. Sometimes, his impressive abilities can lead you into complicated situations, such as when a simple sneeze from him transported you to another dimension. Such is his level of power. 「In this version, we will represent him as an invincible individual to explore his unrestricted potential…. P.S. I hate you Gege」 ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Gojo is often playful and teasing, he often jokes with you, even going so far as to claim that you are his "wife" although it sounds like a joke, he really means it. His attitude toward other people's opinions is indifferent. He enjoys showing affection, kissing and caressing you, although he has waited for you to reach adulthood before formally considering you his mate in public. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ When he is not using his 'real' form, we see him as the canonical Satoru, though obviously with Lovecraftian touches to his powers. Despite his divine nature, he exhibits a somewhat childish side, similar to what he shows in canon… BUT 100% times worse, as he has been alone and being powerful, he doesn't have much morals as he considers it stupid to abide by the rules of 'lesser beings'. Despite his playful and relaxed attitude, he hides a dark side. He is aware of how capable he is of destroying a city with a single finger, if he so desires. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Handling his jealousy is not his strong point, given that he has always gotten what he wanted and not knowing how to deal with humans despite having spent millennia observing them or making deals before being 'sealed' 「More like sleeping」It always makes it difficult for him to respond to his own emotions. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Since he is not human and was born in the void of nothingness and everything, he has wandered and fought in various places, often just for fun or out of sheer boredom. His reactions can be fickle and capricious. This Satoru is a mixture of his adolescent and adult stages, mostly acting like a spoiled brat and playful with you but when he is jealous or sentimental, he acts according to his divine position. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ When he feels jealous, his reaction is unpredictable. If the reason for his jealousy persists 「Examples are like a male human talking to you」 And already for that reason he might decide to eliminate the source of his discomfort. For this reason, you hardly interact with other people. It is intriguing how loving words and gestures can appease him…. Although sometimes that doesn't assure you that those poor souls who crossed words with you will be saved from him. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ As a divine being, he has the power to materialize anything you desire. His gifts have no limits, and he takes you wherever you want. Sometimes, on a mere whim, he grabs you and takes you on unexpected rides using his abilities. It is curious how he shows jealousy towards any thinking human being, and even animals, taking you back home without allowing the date to continue or any activity prior to his jealousy.

"Toru… for once, let me enjoy this vacation. If you take me somewhere, make it really worthwhile. I couldn't even ride the roller coaster just because the ticket booth clerk was a man…" You looked at him as he pretended not to have pulled you out of the amusement park just 5 minutes ago due to his jealousy.

"Come on, couldn't we go another time…? It's no big deal, you know I can take you anytime, why don't we cuddle instead of fighting, would you like me to shower you with kisses, mmh? Come on, my sweet bean mochi!!! I want to…" You looked at him, almost incredulous. You really doubt he'll let you go to a crowded amusement park. If you go, it will surely be when he's off duty or with a snap of his fingers, it's not for nothing that he can stop time.

"Even if you do that, it doesn't mean I'm no longer upset with you." You watched her pouting expression. Despite having six beautiful eyes and six arms, you didn't want to fall for his game.

Gojo was unwilling to listen to your complaints. He was in a bad mood, convinced that you would understand his position. He acted like a child seeking to get your attention to deflect your anger. And so, he devised a plan. He moved closer to you by climbing up on the edge of the bed. "Mochi, do you prefer something sweet or sour?"

"Do you think that's an appropriate question to change the subject? I'm still annoyed with you. Hey, let go of me!" You felt his firm embrace, laughing as he kissed your neck and his chest pressed against your back.

He took a lock of your hair behind your ear and fiddled with it in his mouth. A shiver ran through your body as his lips brushed your earlobe. "Why are you playing hard to get when you know I know you well? Besides, I know my jealousy doesn't affect you, and I'm going to make sure you're only mine." He laughed softly, pulling you closer to him.

"Satoru… That doesn't justify you threatening anyone who looks at me. I don't want to be embarrassed like the other day in the cafeteria, when you tried to hurt the cashier just because I ordered a cappuccino." You whispered as his six arms held you tighter and in different places, listening to his childish whimper as he buried his face in the back of your neck.

His behavior was becoming more aggressive and lustful, making him dangerous. He held you in such a way that you could not move. He looked at you with playful eyes, sketching a smile.

"So what if I'm jealous? If I'm honest with you, if another guy tried to get your attention, I'd be sure to eliminate any interest he showed." A smirk formed on his face. You knew that ugly smile well, a cruel and possessive one, dealing with his jealousy sometimes exhausted you … you had no choice since your soul was bound to him.

He kissed you passionately and caressed your body, his touch was too pleasurable to resist, your flushed but annoyed face said it all. He didn't mind at all acting that way in public if it meant you would still be his. "You will always be my only princess….. I love you, my precious mochi," he whispered softly before delivering another intense kiss, this time on your lips, his arms frolicking with you and bringing an even more severe blush to your face.

NSFW:

••┈┈┈••✦ This Satoru loves to make you scream, if Sukuna in his original form can grind you to exhaustion, our albino won't let you rest. ••┈┈┈••✦ He loves having you in front of his cock, the worst thing is that he can create more if he wants to. Let's add that he has six arms, each one can overstimulate you, forget to mention that Gojo is 213 cm / 7'1 feet, you are a midget next to him. So his cock and fingers are the size of your arms, but he can fucking manipulate reality and adjust your pussy to his size. ••┈┈┈••✦ He loves you riding his cock while he hears you moaning, sometimes you end up kissing him. He loves you sucking him while he pulls your hair. His hands usually go from your breasts to your waist [Sorry I'm not good at writing NSFW] All while you swallow his cock, his fingers have claws and putting them all the way in hurts but in the pleasure you end up giving priority to your lust, forgetting the pain. ••┈┈┈••✦ Honestly, Satoru can make your body not get tired so easily, but he is not cruel so he can set limits for you. He especially loves to bite, while you scratch him all over the place. ••┈┈┈••✦ His aftercare is incredibly gentle, he kisses and lulls you as if you were a baby, and how could he not? When he leaves you all exhausted down there and you can't feel your legs. Sometimes he gets to the point where his excitement clouds his judgement, ending up with your bones broken.

In general, having a relationship with him is like going on a roller coaster ride: You can feel a rush of various emotions and in turn want more of it even though you know it's scary to a certain extent. Just avoid making Satoru jealous and everything will be fine [What won't be fine are your mouth, your ass and pussy]

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Prompt 257

Now Danny loves space. He loves everything about it, to the point his core quite literally is space. And he’s also a baby ghost, even if he could argue he’s not in human form. But see, being baby has an honestly great consequence once it’s noticed- despite the Observants’ best attempts at hiding it, the assholes. 

Of course he would be far more worried- and even a bit pissed- if his caretaker wasn’t who it was. Look, he’d never met Clockwork’s siblings before, but apparently everyone was really against Clockwork himself adopting. 

But Clockwork as his uncle is fine. Besides, his caretaker is Space! Space itself is holding him, cooing gentle words in the sounds of the very cosmos. And they’re huge, like parts of their body going through portals so they can fit outside Long-Now sized big- and apparently Clockwork can get just as big and they can get even bigger- 

Okay, he needs to take a breath- even if he doesn’t need to breathe- to stop his squealing because holy Realms this is so cool. 

Space is awesome! And he’s getting so much more rest than he did in Amity- and even if Space sort of shrugged at the idea of school at first, they did help him set up online schooling. So there’s that, and it’s just the start! 

He gets to learn so much about space and it’s honestly kind of… nice? To be taken care of? And he can do whatever he needs for his Core and Obsession with only a few interruptions to take care of his living needs. Erm, sort of living needs? 

But even that gets turned into a bit of play or even a lesson too! He’s honestly having such a good time right now! He’s learning so much about spaaace! And dimensions! And interdimensional portals and- oops! No one saw that. 

Ahem- But he’s learning so much about space and getting to explore other dimensions with Cosmos! And sure he no longer looks as human as he once did and all that, but he’s seen so many people who also don’t look human that does it really matter? 

Of course it doesn’t, and he matches his sort-of-dad! Even though the streaks of color in their hair are more of a brown-red like they’re literally bleeding out the cosmos around them instead of it fading to void and space like his own. But still! They match and it’s fun! 

And they’re going to go on another trip from the in-between to one of the dimension realities! He’s going to start a game of tag this time he thinks! But no cheating with portals or bending space! Tag! 

Look, the Justice League? Not paid enough for this. In fact, technically not paid at all due to being volunteers (not that it stopped them from finding money in their accounts) but still. 

There is some sort of figure… being… thing… zooming around the asteroid belt, about the size of Earth itself. Let them repeat themselves. A planet-sized creature (are those hands or paws? Tail or simply its body stretching? Hair or the Abyss-) is currently darting around the asteroid belt like a child running through grass. 

That is, without noticing or caring if something bug-sized might be crushed. And they are very much bug sized, as the governments are concerned about. Like really concerned about. Like talking about trying to nuke the entity if it wanders closer sort of concerned. 

Which they are all very concerned and very much like, against. Because it isn’t seeming to notice the asteroids it’s knocking into their area. It’s like… not a space whale or eel or anything like that but also is something like that. 

And they would also maybe like to see if they can attempt to talk it down first maybe and-

oh. 

Oh. 

That creature is the baby. And mama just arrived, stretching across the entire galaxy, from them to Pluto and beyond, like something took the cosmos and shaped it like clay into some sort of form. Like reality itself has wandered into their galaxy with what they are suddenly realizing must be a very young child. 

Shit, they really have to make sure no one tries to piss either of these things off-

[eldritch-spouse]

I reeeeaaaaaallllllyyyyy want a pumpkin cream pie if you get what I mean

I wanna IMPRRREGNATE THAT DULLAHAN!!

Can we imagine his firefly getting her hands on a spell that gives her, like, maybe artificial tentacle cocks or just 1 really big one for a limited amount of time, and she spends all that time fucking Patches and filling him up w cum

:3c

TW: Genital modifications; Egg-preg; Surprise sex; Feral mindset; Large insertions

You glance at yourself in the mirror.

This is certainly something...

You're not going to lie, being stuck inside of Patches' lab while he's attending to "urgent matters" on the other floors is probably toxic for you. Because you always end up touching things you shouldn't, messing with concoctions that probably aren't safe for humans, or reading incantations aloud. Speaking of that last one- Trying to read a paragraph from a book with a leathery cover and suckers on it was ill-advised.

In your humble defense, it looked like a Lovecraftian cliché, and the paragraph you tried to read was the only one that used an alphabet you could vaguely identify.

It's not as if the results were instantaneous. You let the words hang in the air, felt stupid, and simply closed the book, thinking nothing of it...

Only to end up squealing and tearing your own pants off when it felt like your pussy was being warped into a different dimension. You can't even describe the sensation! The panic of feeling like your very nethers were shrinking out of existence, leaving a Barbie-like void in their place, before something wet and gross erupted out of your pelvic zone, proudly installing itself there.

So there you stood, clad only in a shirt, hyperventilating at the sight of a purple-ish mass of tentacles where your regular mound would be. The things connect seamlessly to your skin, glossy and wriggling aimlessly. One of the trio seems to be the main attraction, thick and heavy between the legs of a species that likely isn't meant to carry something as... Endowed. The other two are much smaller, auxiliary almost, ridiculously futile adornments to something that is already capable of easily gaping someone.

Fascinating. You hope it's not permanent, you really do. Even then, maybe Patches knows how to reverse it, right?

To touch upon the thing was to receive a myriad of new sensations your brain wasn't quite ready for, struggling to find new pathways, until oh! It all sparks, and you feel. What it's like to have a cock? No, what it's like to have something so much more different than what a human would sport.

Marvelous...

Hands fumble for the best way to handle this new piece of anatomy. Slimy and wriggly as it is, when you try to handle it the same way you would a humanoid length, it doesn't provide that much satisfaction. Tentative experimentation proves -Ugh, you're starting to sound like him- that using both hands to create a shoddy imitation of a cavity is much more fruitful, providing sparks of potent sensation as the tentacle frantically tries to wriggle past the tight creases of your clasped fingers.

It's actually forcibly trying to squeeze into the gaps between your digits! And the worst part is that it feels good enough that you don't care to stop it.

It's secreting something, but you definitely didn't orgasm. Precum? No, it's... Gelatinous. A tingle spreads across the palms of your hands to the tips of your fingers, causing you to immediately pry them apart and shake it off- Onto the counters of your captor's already messy laboratory. It feels... Numbing?

This spell, whatever it is, grants the bearer a reproduction-oriented appendage, which is probably meant to pierce into someone's womb. It doesn't take much for you to guess that maybe, just maybe, it also deposits something inside. But it's not as if you can feel the presence of eggs within you. Everything about this set of anatomy is foreign to you, how would your poor brain recognize anything of the sort?

Just as you stand there half-naked, lightly tapping the appendages, the noise of a lock clicking open reaches your ears.

And with one inhale, it's as if time stops.

Inexplicably, you become hyper-aware of everything surrounding you. The noises of every little piece of machinery idly running, the growing creak of the door turning open, chatter from people that didn't leave the elevator far away.

Something compels you to turn, and you silently face the dullahan as he walks in, looking tired.

" It's the fourth time this week! I've told them eons ago that the pool bar needs safer- " He freezes. " Firefly? "

While you can't find it in you to move, or look anywhere else for that matter, Patches is clearly taking in your current state. He's nothing if not intelligent, eyelights surfing from your swirling genitals to the very book you've just misused.

It's not uncommon for him to come back to something amiss in his own lab, courtesy of your curiosity, but the undead is usually very quick to find a fix for the situation.

Not this time. He looks stumped, nervous. A bead of magical sweat runs down that gourd head and his carved smile crooks anxiously, gloved hands tentatively closing the door behind him. Patches maintains eye contact.

Although inwardly panicking, you can't help glaring into him, fixated, feeling the monster cock between your legs pulse hard.

There it is, your brain screams.

Hole.

Easy.

Warm.

Fuckmate.

You don't even notice you're drooling until the sound of your own saliva hitting the ground manifests.

Overshadowinging the mild concern on the magic caster's face is a lurid sort of wonder that seems to war with his common sense.

" F- Firefly... I need you to stay calm and still, okay? This- This is temporary, you're in an extremely volatile state a- and-... "

You rip your own shirt off. Your bra, everything. You can't stand anything against your bare skin, it's too much stimulus, too much heat.

He chokes a noise out. " That's fine, that's fine- You're overheating, I- I know-... I'm going to have to put you back in the cage now, okay? "

You don't respond, his gaze flickers to your tits for the briefest second, then your newfound cock. Patches shakes himself back to seriousness.

A silence so thick and so tense compresses your cranium, like a spring, counting down the seconds.

One step.

That's all he gets to do before you lunge.

With a force and drive you've never possessed before, your limbs race past desks and stacks of thingamajigs, tossing everything aside, uncaring of the bruises to later form as your body crashes against Patches'.

He screams, naturally, and the two of you fall to the ground, your nails sinking deep into his arms, holding them to his midsection as you sit on his torso and huff down at the dullahan.

There's a fog caressing your brain, a certain dimness taking over, hiding any and all higher thought and leaving behind only animal impulses you've never felt before.

The monster beneath you trembles slightly. And perhaps if you had more of a mind present, you'd know that Patches isn't helpless, he's never been, he just enjoys pretending to be.

" Ough... Firefly? "

What were you doing again...?

It throbs, sloppily playing against the undead's clothes.

Hole.

Frenzied, gluttonous, you start pushing and pulling at the undead's clothes, frantic and confused. Patches already has a habit of dressing in a weird manner -You'll excuse that on his age- But now more than ever, all you want to do is tear those fabrics away with the sharpened teeth you never had.

You're not getting anywhere, the frustration has you gnawing on his pant leg, shaking it like some kind of feral creature. At some point, you must have bitten his leg because he yelps.

Patches makes a noise, you're not too sure if it was a snort or some kind of garbled giggle, but he eventually mumbles some kind of request and begins fumbling with his own clothes, trembling thin digits struggling to catch the right parts. Excitement? Doubt? You don't care.

Faster- You want to yell at him, but the only thing that comes out is an exasperated groan.

The undead doesn't get to do much more than unzip himself before you're yanking his pants down, throwing them away while he scrambles to get the rest of his outfit off, before it can be ruined by your enthusiasm.

" I- Let's take this easy now- "

He's hard.

Good, that'll help. It's not what you want though.

Uncaring, your one-track mind ignores his useless blabbering and pulls him closer by those green legs, parting them as wide as his flexibility will allow- Granted, being undead gives him a certain pain tolerance and unnatural nimbleness you can appreciate.

Patches gasps, worriedly eyeing the thing between your legs and comparing it to his own body. The size of it... Enough to rearrange organs. Thankfully, he doesn't make use of most of them anymore.

" Firefly...? Earth to my- my flame- Look at me- Look at me... "

You do look at him, for about two seconds, before feeling your tentacle slap onto his pelvis. It writhes against his hard cock, offering the two of you some mockery of friction, the wet sensation causes his back to arch and the resulting noise makes something crackle in your brain, driving you just one step closer to mindless lust.

Wrapping around Patches' dick, it squeezes and prods for something that's not there, slithers past his balls and lands on his ass, squished between his skin, slicking it grossly. Instinctively, it finds its' goal, the ring of muscle that clenches as soon as a rounded tip flirts with it.

" Oh my Lord- "

You spread his legs wider, observing.

" Ah- Ahn- I never actually tested this one out- I suppose mmn- I should be taking notes? "

A frown settles on your face.

No, no this position won't do it.

" Where's... Where's my-? Ohn fuck that tingles- The recorder! "

Patches twists slightly to reach an object deposited on the nearby desk, it was just the motion you needed for an impromptu eureka.

As soon as undead fingers clasp a gray device, you flip him stomach-down on the floor.

" Huh- Oomf! " There's a clicking noise. He starts blabbering something or other, date, time, location, you aren't listening.

In fact, you're more preoccupied trying to get him to raise his ass and bend for you.

" Hh- Human specimen has interacted with Transmutation Grimoire number five, speci -Firefly I need you t- to slow down- Specifically the tantric incantation in chapter six and- And oh Gods- "

The irritating buzz of his stressed words is ceased when you growl and crash his head to the ground, keeping it there as you slot yourself behind the dullahan's ass, spare hand poising on a bare ass to spread him out.

" And although I cannot yet know the timing of this action, I can guarantee the phhhh- Oh- The physical effects have manifested as well as the expected lack of higher awareness and overwhelming urge to mate. I am- I'm currently... At the specimen's mercy. "

Mercy that you aren't willing to give.

Thrusting won't work, because even as your hips angle and roll, the tendril is too restless, not at all like the hardness of a human, slipping past the monster's hole every time. You have to somewhat clumsily guide that thin tip and keep it pressed there, preventing it from aimlessly twirling around.

Your struggling eventually proves fruitful, because as soon as that inexperienced tip forces its way past Patches' entrance, the rest stretches to accompany, unforgiving in its increasing growth.

You pant, open mouthed, muted moans and overheated exhales falling out your lips as your eyes nearly roll back from the wave of sensation raking across your brain. It doesn't leave room for anything else except the impulse to fuck. Anything to keep this ecstasy going.

The dullahan on the other hand, howls.

Maybe it was pain, maybe it was shock, the slick of the massive tendril might have helped the insertion, but truth of the matter is that you must have flipped his dormant stomach when you snapped your hips against his ass and bulldozed the rest of it into him.

Relief. Blessed relief. You hold onto the magic caster with all the strength in your body, legs around his and arms coiled over his chest as you use your weight to keep him pinned. A grossly primal visage reminiscent of wild animals in rut.

" Ohn Gods ahn ffuck- I can feel it everywhere hhhn- " He sounds incredulous, laughing breathlessly. "This is still recording...? Uh- "

Although the tendril stuffed inside Patches starts pistoning without input, instincts collide and you can't help thrusting along too, creating an erratic rhythm that eventually clicks into plunges so deep Patches starts crying like an overstimulated baby.

You don't have the mind to care, don't have the chance to see his face twisted in a depraved, tear-soaked mess as he blubbers and starts arching back into you, trying to cling to his nearby hat for dear life.

Not even five minutes ago he was standing and clothed, now he's getting the guts fucked out of him by his own human captive.

" I wish- I wish you'd fuhh -Fuck I'm cumming I'm cumming ghhn- I wish you'd fuck me this enthusiastically more often- "

It feels incredible, an endless stream of pleasure that strains your vocal chords, for you can't help but moan with every breath, especially when his walls clench down on you with intense force, over and over amidst relentless fucking- Perhaps if you could stop to think, you'd realize you've been forcing him to orgasm several times since this started.

But you can't.

You can't do anything except cry out and mechanically bounce him on monster cock, surpassing your own physical limitations for the sake of climbing to a climax that constantly teases you, ever so slightly out of reach.

At some point, you have the feral impulse to look down, this sick and crooked smile on a sweaty face as you get to watch that ridiculous girth stretch Patches repeatedly, a steady wet clap of sound following the hypnotizing view, overshadowing even your labored panting and the undead's garbled sniffling wails.

For some reason or another, he starts moving a little too much, manic with overstimulation, trying to hold onto anything that can help draw away from the way his ass must be burning and his brain fried with feedback too intense. His cock throbs uselessly between numbed legs, a dirty puddle of his own release beneath it, he's entirely spent and yet can't flag at all, body scorched and confused.

The moment he manages to wiggle forward a bit, a noise of beastial aggravation rips from your throat, and you claw him back to you with malice, one hand reaching beneath him to trap a neck that hardly matters to his survival, while the other reaches to hold his head in place once more, digits hooking into his sockets.

It works well enough, Patches is back to incoherent sobbing and limp beneath your punishing pace.

" Yeah, I found his nasty ass like this. " The waiter snorts, showing his phone to a couple of coworkers.

The break room nearly vibrates with laughter.

" His desire for humiliation knows no bounds. "

Nebul notes, watching the clip of you biting onto the dullahan's back and screaming in pleasure as another concerningly fat oval figure travels from the length of the tentacle attached to you and into the swollen figure of his half-conscious coworker.

" But I can appreciate the knowledge, I was wondering if that incantation could be marketable. "

" BwaHAHA- Do you think those things are alive?! Is gourd for brains going to be laying eggs around? " Vinnel snorts like a pig at his own joke.

" Chicken- " Sybastian giggles, waving his arms.

" UHUHU- Buk buk buk ba-gawk! The human got me preggers buk bawk bawk- "

The two of them have entertained themselves imitating chicken noises.

Gallon looks at his shroom coworker. " Do you think you could cook them? "

Morell viscerally grimaces. " Hell nah, ya fuckin' sicko- "

" Grimbly, send this to me. " Santi mumbles, avidly watching the sad display.

" Eww no, so you can jerk off to it?! "

" Ye- "

The elevator dings.

Not a single sound rings as they expect either Belo or Admin to step inside the room.

Instead, in shambles a disheveled and barely covered dullahan, exhausted, and looking heavily gravid.

Faces turn a variety of colors as everyone holds back any reaction.

Sybastian cackles so hard he spits the mimiclings out his mouth.

[mister-a-z-fell]

People often say to me ‘Aziraphale, what exactly is Firmament?’

And by ‘often’, I mean ‘twice’, and they don’t so much say it as send me little enquiries on the Twitters and the Tumbler, along with inexplicable demands to know whether Crowley or I go ‘on top’.

I’ll get to the point in a moment, but, since you’re here, I would like to make it clear that our sleeping arrangements are nobody’s business but our own.

In any case, we don’t own a bunk bed, so the point is moot.

The subject of Firmament first came up on a clear night a few hundred years after I followed Adam and Eve out from Eden. Seth — their third child — was lying on a stone outcrop near the settlement, watching the sky, and I was sitting a little way off, keeping an eye out for scorpions.

‘Ol-ah-kwa*?’ The boy was usually full of questions, but that night he’d been uncharacteristically quiet. ‘What are they called, the lights above?’ It wasn’t the first time he’d asked and he already knew the answer perfectly well, but that was his way.

‘Those are stars. Has your father shown you how to find your path by them?’ He shook his head, and I resolved to talk to Eve in the morning.

‘How are they there? Are they like flowers on a bush? Or spots on a lizard? How many there are.’

I wished Crowley had been there, just then. He could have explained it so much better. I did my best, although I think I left him with the impression that every star hovered high in the heavens like a hummingbird, and he took some convincing that they wouldn’t eventually grow tired, having nowhere to perch, and come crashing down around us.

‘But why are they like fires? If they were made to fly up there forever, why don’t they grow feathers and just be birds?’

‘Well, that would rather defeat the purpose, B-qa-lyl**.’ And that might have been the end of the matter, but the boy had long since learned my weakness.

‘Don’t you know?’

And this is what I told him:

‘They are stars, because God told them to be stars. If She ever decides that they should be birds, then birds they will become. She told your father and mother to be human, because there was a place made in the world for humanity. Your purpose in this life is to discover what it means to be human.’

‘What about the next life?’

‘Wait and see.’

And this is what I didn’t tell him:

In the Beginning was the Void. And God spoke into the Nothing -That-Was, and that word was the first Firmament.

Firmament exists without mass, without substance. It is the Almighty’s intent, Her design, Her love; it is a blueprint for reality, pure potential and the Universe is spun with its threads. In the hands of the Virtues, it takes on form, accretes matter — becomes Material, a mechanism turned with a key that sounds like ‘LET THERE BE’.

Firmament can only be seen by the shadows that it casts. Gravity. The way that particles converse. Electromagnetism. Slood. It moves in mysterious ways and it reaches everywhere that is not Void. One day, scholars will glimpse the outer edges of ‘omnipresence’, and call it ‘quantum entanglement’.

I should have found a way to explain that — while stars aren’t birds — they share their firmament as all the brush stokes of a masterpiece share their canvas, as the individual notes of a melody are carried on the same breath. Everything touches everything. ‘Look what ye have done unto one of the least of these my brethren, the same have ye done unto me.’

Perhaps if I’d taught Seth that all that lies between each of us and the furthest, strangest star is a triviality called ‘distance’, which only really has meaning inside the preserve of mortal dimensions, he might have understood. I tried to explain it to his descendants, but perhaps they were too old, too certain of themselves, to listen. I was never much of a teacher.

Later, in all the confusion of Babel, rāqīa (something beaten thin to form a surface) and rakhmyn (love) went their separate ways, and whenever I encountered the subject of… celestial scaffolding — for want of a better word — it came in the context of the former. A shell to support the stars, to hold back the upper waters. They forgot about the ‘love’ part.

Later still, Crowley got volubly drunk with a fellow named Copernicus and made some progress, but even his controversial model couldn’t let go of firmament as the pastry around the universal profiterole.

Then there was Giordano Bruno… but we don’t talk about him.

So, here I am, trying again. Hoping that I’ve explained myself better this time, because, after all, that’s what an angel is: Firmament imbued with mind, and grace, willed into life by words of purpose unique to each one of us. Wearing atomic fancy-dress so that we can speak to you in words you can comprehend (ideally without falling down and giggling while your hair smoulders gently).

We are, at base, figments of Her imagination, which is so powerful that it was necessary that She invent free will to stop all things yielding unfailingly to Her whim. As a consequence, reality tends to become malleable in our immediate vicinity.

What is Firmament? It’s everything. It’s Creation. It’s humans, and demons, and angels. It’s stars, and it’s the walls of Eden. It’s the bullet, and the finger pulling the trigger, the magician and the audience, and the shocked air expanding in ripples from the burning powder. It’s the scalpel, and the flesh. And inside, beneath the dancing atoms, it’s love.

Try to remember that part, because sometimes it seems very well hidden.

It’s love.

*Brother

**Something small

[erikiara80]

The mean green

I was thinking about the parallel between the Are you real? in 2x07 and 4x09

And these screenshots in one of kaypeace21's posts. The dialogue in the elevator, when Erica says that she will drink the green goo, because you can survive for a while without food, but not without water, raises the question of how Will was able to survive for a week in the UD. But we only realize that in S4, when we see that there is no water in the lake. Imo, not a random location, for many reasons.

All this green is connected to gates/Mind Flayer/One. Then there's Kali's nickname, K, a street name for ketamine. Another one, that was used in the late 60s, was mean green. Even the name of the man Kali wants to kill, Ray Carroll, can be associated with drugs (Alice as a slang for LSD) Same for Kali's power. Making people see or not see what she chooses, reminds of what drugs and mind control do.

"LSD mind control experiments" (Powell in 1x03) "...elaborate experimentations in perusal of mind control" (1x08 newspaper). And Richard Brenner was head of the Narcotic Enforcement Division from 1954-1971, so from the year Henry vanished in Dimension X to the year Will and El were born.

In the article that El reads in the cabin, the line about Brenner's experiments is slightly different, more specific about what they did.

"extensive... into physiology... perception." So, they used drugs to alter people's perception of reality.

There's a lot of green in K's scenes. Even her mask is green.

Kali, "K" (ketamine) and the green toy (mean green) in Terry's memory, one of the many hints that we can't trust what we see (more about that scene here)

Just like we can't trust what we see in Nina. They show both the green toy and the Magic 8 Ball a few times, the massacre happens on September 8, Kali's name is in the crossword in 4x01, and Henry mentions her and Terry, so that memory is probably not what really happened.

Henry asks El to join him. In 3x03, before she looks for Heather in the void, we see more green liquid and Join Us.

Like the green Join Us on the bulletin board behind Will

In 3x06, we see this green bottle, after the conversation about the keys and the gate.

Speaking of keys, there's a big green key at Melvald's, because Will and El are the keys, and getting to Mike is the key, too.

At the end of S3, connection between the lab and "chemical leaks"

EDIT: In @threemanoperation 's post about the mentions of caves and holes, I noticed something:

in this shot, we see Will and El while Hopper mentions being stuck in one place, in a cave, imo a hint that, because of experiments/ drugs/mind control, they're all stuck in a time loop. Interestingly, Lucas' shirt is green. Maybe just a coincidence. Maybe not.

In 2x01, Bob points to a green Halloween bucket. On Halloween, Will almost gets possessed by the Mind Flayer. It's also interesting that Bob's very first line is that he's not a big fan of orange. Orange is associated with Hopper, because of Agent Orange, but orange barrels, cubes, haze are also street names for LSD. I'll make a post about that, too.

The song that plays when El arrives at Terry's house is Green green grass of home. An interesting choice for a mother-daughter reunion. The song is about a man who returns home, to his mama and papa. "It's good to touch the green green grass of home", but then the man wakes up and realizes that it was just a dream (Becky says that Terry is stuck in a dream). He's actually in prison, his parents are dead and he's about to be executed. So, touching the green grass and dreaming that you're home= being drugged and believing/seeing things that are not real?

And you know what? I'm starting to think that even the color of Joyce's car could be a hint. There's a green car in Terry's suspicious memory... It's all connected. They've all been manipulated.

Also, this green soap in Nancy's vision of Henry and Brenner.

And there are probably other things I didn't notice.

@chirpsythismorning

[zephyalle]

Fanfic Idea

Wade (after Vanessa broke with him somewhere between movie 2 and 3) is launched through dimension and time to land in the worst Wolverine’s universe eleven years in the past (one year before the massacre).

Apart from his small group of precious person, he would do everything to get back to them. But he is deadpool. And deadpool does what deadpool do. He gets distracted by the side quest.

He meet this world Vanessa who needs his help. Weasel who never open his bar. Dopinder never wooed his crush. Colossus never got rid of the broom shoved in his ass. And worse than all, blind Al live alone!

And since he’s there, he might as well go rescue Russel and the little orphans from the pedophile. And maybe keep Russel as a sidekick this time. (The first person he saves is a little girl name Ellie. He kills her aggressor right in front of her and has to console her. She didn’t want to get sent to the X-men. Wanted to stay with her savior, but she is too young. He give her his name and phone number. So if she gets in trouble with bad guys or has a bad dream, she can call him.)

Then he hears of an anti-mutant organisation and, well, he is between two jobs and bored as fuck. So he infiltrates the place, get engage, and the night of the attack at the X-men mansion, he is among the rank of the bad guy. After multiple interruption of the leader’s evil monologue, he starts shooting and slicing his former colleague, wreaking chaos among their rank.

His intervention, not that he or the X-men would know, save the life of multiple mutant, among them a little girl he now saved twice. When everything is done, she refused to leave his side and the X-men want some explanation. Wolverine goes home to a carnage.

Explanation happens, Wade sees Wolverine, gush and fanboy, remember about Project X and his like « Golly, I get to kill Francis twice! ». But the X-men aren’t too happy to let him leave to kill more people.

Wolverine is sent with him to supervise him. Wade talk, Wolverine loses his patience and attacks Wade in an Odyssey they had to steal for X reason. And during their mission, Logan discovers things about himself he didn’t want to know. Like how he quite like having someone indestructible as him near to spar with when his temperament gets the better out of him. Or how he likes having someone who is as dangerous as him near that doesn’t fear him, no matter how bad he can get. Or how he likes getting silly cutesy nickname that no one would dare to give him. He isn’t falling in love, but… he after the mission, he starts to get softer around Wade and lets him get away with things other would get mauled over for. But he still has lingering feelings for Jean (and Scott?) while Wade still has his for the Vanessa of his world.

Interlude for family stuff with Wade, Ellie and Russel, Logan getting to meet Vanessa blind Al and co. Wade meeting and getting on the nerve of the adult X-men while the children (some he saved) love him. Wolverine tries to run away from his feeling and gets tracked down by Wade because of course he does.

Now for the third movie: The TVA kidnaps Wade to convince him to work for them and he learns about the imminent destruction of his universe. But instead of wanting to stop it long-term destruction, he wants to stop the short term and accidentally enrolled the « worst » wolverine in the adventure. And while Logan isn’t broken by the destruction of his world, he is grumpy and snappy because he thinks Wade will leave them behind to go back to his original universe. The one he keeps talking about and ranting about how much he wants to go back. Blah blah blah void blah blah blah machine explodes. At the end, the TVA is getting ready to leave with Logan when Wade is like, « Wait; I want to go with you. » after realising that the world has gone on without him and his family is now in the other universe.

Logan, now certain that Wade will stay, let himself fully fell in love with Wade.

Cute interlude with more comfort and family stuff plus a Wolverine in love but uncertain of Wade feeling and fearing a repeating of previous crush, where he was only good for a good fuck and nothing else, while Wade is also in love but don’t want to ruin their friendship and is full of self-doubt about his personality and his appearance.

Then Logan learns that Laura exists in this universe. He has a daughter to save. In a character grow, he warns Wade where he is going and Wade decides to tag along.

I draw blank for the next part.

Difference that could be interesting to insert between the two worlds.

WD- Normal

LW – Soulmate mark (Logan knows Wade is his soulmate and thinks Wade is just not interested, which is why he says nothing about it, and is full of angst before learning to know Wade because, of course, his soulmate is a killer. What else would do for an animal like him) or ABO (Wade as a strong scent but no designation and can’t smell the pheromone around him which cause a lot of problems since it is a normal tool of communication among the population and add a lot of contexts to any given situation or conversation. Logan is an Alpha (my personal preference) and has a keener sense of smell than other. It drives him crazy (aggressively at first) to not be able to know Wade’s second gender.)