Artwork By @eu--lalia

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE dir. Shawn Levy (2024)

Tender Times

⚠18+ [Suggestive] Themes, [Frank Castle × Male Reader × Matt Murdock]

Minors, Ageless/Blank Blogs DNI

﹂Contains: Requested*, polygamous/throuple, two subs one top, domestic life, mentions of blood, fluff with a dash of spice

First thing in the morning a freshly brewed cup of coffee to jumpstart the day, followed by a pair of arms circling him from behind.

Matt's taken to getting up a few minutes earlier to spend them with you. Most of the times being when he ends up crashing at your place rather than his, he sometimes tends to oversleep after his nightly escapades.

Some nights he doesn't get much sleep with how you keep him up. He can still feel the lingering touches on his skin— the smell of you surrounding him, driving him crazy with desire.

If he didn't need to work today, he's sure he would have already dragged you back into bed. Let you have your way with him until all his senses were overwhelmed.

There's already a fresh set of clothes waiting for him, you help him get dressed— despite knowing he's fully capable. You just use it as an excuse to keep your hands on him for a few moments more before he has to head out for work.

"Want me to drop by for lunch?" Foggy and Kate have seen you before, though they're not entirely sure what your relationship with Matt is. They speculate that you're an old friend, one before his college days where he studied law with Foggy. It's not far off but there's more than meets the eye.

"We have a full schedule. So maybe dinner would be better?" He doesn't mind eating later than usual, as long as he gets to share a meal with you in the end. "Alright, go on and get to work then, Matty."

You obviously don't buy his whole blind act anymore since he's much too aware of his surroundings— that and you found out his little secret after a slip up. So you know more than you let on.

The side of his mouth lifts into a smile, "I'll be careful, don't worry." He steals a kiss, purposely missing your cheek and landing it on your lips.

You see him off with a small smile of your own, watching how his form blends into the bustle and hustle of the overcrowded city. It's not even half and hour before you hear a loud crash from the backdoor.

"Ah, look at you all bloody and bruised again, Frank." While it's become more often than usual, you don't turn him away or scold him too harshly. "It's not even Tuesday yet."

He doesn't even respond, just grunts and plops down onto a chair. His muscles are tense that much you can discern right away— other than the scattered scrapes and bruisings.

With a quiet sigh and a trip to the restroom for the kit, you place it down nearby and start working on his injuries. It's times likes these remind you of how vulnerable he truly is.

The subtle longing in his eyes as he leans into your hands as they disinfect a small cut on his cheek. Lips slightly parted when you ever-so-gently thumb his busted lip with a dollop of salve. He's gone soft on you. Hardly glares or bites at you for tending to him like this.

Once it's all said and done he looks up at you expectantly— lips quirked into a sly grin. Frank knows you're not going to chastise him like Matt does, he simply waits for his little reward as you lean down to kiss his wounded lips. However, it never comes which makes him frown.

Just as he was going to make a complaint there's a knock at the door— there goes his alone time with you.

As if.

His hand shoots out to grasp your wrist and tugs you down to him. "It's probably just the neighbor asking for sugar again," he mutters with a huff, face inches from your shoulder. "You're going to stay, right?" That sounded less like a question and more like a demand— a plea.

You keep him grounded, keep his ducks in a row so he doesn't go out and spill more blood. He is, still after all, a wanted man under the eyes of the law. It's your job now to stop him from getting into anymore problems.

And Frank knew you'd give in, the palms of your hands cradling his beaten face was conformation enough to know. Cheeky, you'd call him if he wasn't so coy.

Seems like you'll have to reschedule any errands you had planned. You're going to have your hands full keeping the Punisher entertained— and he's more than excited to have you all to himself.

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pls enjoy some misc icons that I’m tired of seeing in my drafts folder part two (?) I think? Possibly part three? Who knows… not me.

BOBA FETT | COMMANDER CODY

based on @dinbeskarbaby​‘s post

Good Dad Mace Windu strikes again!

I love to show how I think Maul would fight against the constant call of the dark side, and how Mace is absolutely amazing at regulating his violent instincts!

I got a little silly

okay but what if logan's wade, worst wolverine's wade, was among the people who he couldn't save? maybe it was origins!wade. maybe it was a wade that just got diagnosed with cancer. maybe it was a wade that never got cancer. maybe he didn't even know his wade all that well, just saw his face in passing in the hallway or at meetings

he thinks, 'i already watched you die once, i'm not watching you die again' during the time ripper self sacrificing moment. he thinks, 'i'm not letting you die this time'

About witches and villages that hate sorcerers (f!reader)

What happens when your communication gets cut off during a mission in a village, and everyone knew you went there in the wrong state of mind?

Tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, f!reader, light nanami x reader, angst, ptsd, mentions of bullying and violence, some fluff, nobody gets hurt.

WC: 800

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Everyone was worried, some more, some less. Yaga had told them the last thing you said to him on the phone was how the village was pinning the mishaps from the curse you exorcized on a girl whose parents died. They were calling her a witch. You said you were concerned for her safety, and sounded out of sorts. Then, the line went silent. 

Nanami and Gojo were the most worried people of all. They knew your past, and specially, how you suffered for almost the same thing when you were younger. How you lost your parents very young, how you were from a place where you were hated by everyone, because they hated your family, and most of all, how you were, yourself, for so many years, pinned as a witch and hunted in so many small different ways until you left your house in the middle of the woods to search for a better life elsewhere.

"She's not Geto, we don't have to be so worried." Shoko remarked, as she was lighting a cigarette. She didn't realize she was lighting it the wrong way until Gojo turned it in her fingers. By that moment, any poker face she could be trying to conceive fell apart.

"S-she wouldn't, would she?" Ijichi asked, looking at everyone in the entrance hall. "I mean, she's kind-hearted and-"

"Suguru was kind, too." Gojo remarked, leaned over the wall with his fists tense inside his pockets.

"She has been off since that last mission, where the curse wound up burning the building in Roppongi." He sighed. "I should have never let her go on this. Damn."

"There is nothing we can do now. Her phone is dead and has been dead for hours, and all landlines are silent too." Nanami was seated with wide legs, elbows on each one, and rested his face on his pinched thumbs. "She will be back."

Nobody answered his last remark, said almost like wishful thinking out loud.

"I should've been here sooner." Gojo said, regretful. He arrived in the last 10 minutes and knew that if you did what they were thinking... there was no use for him to go and do anything, anymore. With the blasts from your technique, you could very well wipe the small village from the map in the last hours you went missing.

They heard footsteps, and the door opened as everyone got up, anxious in anticipation. You stood there, with a cold stare and a straight face, holding a child around 6 years old in your arms. The girl was dirty, but otherwise seemed fine, as she slept with her head on your shoulder.

"Shoko," you said, "I need you to take a look at her, please."

Shoko went to you, apprehensive and relieved at the same time, as she silently took the girl in her arms and started to walk towards her pseudo-office which she used to heal sorcerers and students.

Everyone was silent, looking at you and waiting for you to speak. If you did what they thought you did, you'd be arrested by them immediately, and that prospect hung heavy on their heads.

"There was a storm." You started. "My phone had no reception, the battery died and-" you were clearly numb and somewhat freaked out at the same time. "And I all I could do — think to do — was to bring this child here. So I blasted the door to where they were keeping her and-" you started breathing heavy. "And brought her. I had to walk miles before I got to a road and hitchhike my way here."

"Is that all?" Gojo asked, not turning around to look at you. He couldn't look at you at that moment. The moment you could confirm their worst fears.

"Yes. But someone should send help to that village. They are incommunicable." Your face had the slightest twitch. 

Everyone let out a big exhalation at the same time, clearly relieved you had not gone under the same path Geto did, so many years ago.

Nanami walked towards you, standing still for a moment. You looked unsure as you gazed upon him. He then enveloped you in his arms and sighed heavily. "You came back."

Your body shivered as you reciprocated the hug. "I did." Your breathing started to become erratic as you pushed your face in his chest, and began to talk more silently. "Some of them, they were going to burn her. Like, actually burn her. A child. They were going to murder a child." Your eyes fell up with tears.

"We'll take care of this." Yaga said.

"We will. You can count on us." Gojo's voice came out of an actually genuine smile. He truly was happy he didn't lose another friend like that again. His fists were starting to relax.

"I know." You replied, as you pulled your slightly damp face from Nanami and looked at him. "I knew I could. Thank you all." A soft smile involuntarily covered your face.

He smiled back.

Helloooo!! I hope you’re doing alright :3

‼️‼️‼️SPOILER FOR DEADPOOL 3‼️‼️‼️

Can I request a crack fic? With either male or gender neutral reader, with Logan and Wade, in that car fight scene?

Like, the three of them are in that Honda Odyssey, and when Logan and Wade start fighting, reader just gets so fed up, they’re like: “oh my god can y’all just kiss already? This is painful to watch.” Bc that was me the entire time I was watching that movie😭🙏🏻 You can add anything else you want in there but I would love to see that! I absolutely love how you write so I don’t doubt you could make this just as well as your others!! ☺️💙

𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

"𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫."

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Prompt: You're sick of Wade's and Logan's BS and for the first time you lose your temper on them.

Pairing: Deadpool/Wade Willson x G/n reader x Wolverine/Logan Howlet

Warnings: Cursing, Spoilers for Deadpool 3

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You ducked and dodged under both of the mens attacks they had been fighting each other for the past 30 minutes with no breaks. All because Logan couldn't keep the mouth shut. So now you sat bruises, bullet wounds, and cuts covering your body.

"Guys! G..Guys can we please stop fighting...please?" but they both ignored you again, usually you were the calm one to defuse their arguments and they'd relax, before they were back at it again.

You looked between the two your irritation growing stronger by the second.

"Uh...Wade?" he was stabbing into Logan "one moment cupcake." you dodged a stray knife headed your way "Logan?..." he broke Wades arm "not now."

You were willing to just let them fight it out that was the plan until Wade had redirected Logans blades into your leg.

That was your final straw, "Will you two just fuck already?!" you shouted looking at the two "what the fuck are you-" "Logan shut the hell up!" he closed his mouth Wade laughing at him "ha you're in trouble now-" "Wade so help me God I will shove that stupid kitana so far up your ass you're be tasting metal for a god damned month!"

They both hushed surprised by your outburst, your were usually so calm all the time.

"Every time you both are around each other it's like a enemies to lovers trope just waiting to happen! the sexual tension is palpable between you two!" You pulled Wolverines blades out of your leg "you two just can't go five fucking minutes without wanting to rip each other apart, for fucks sake!" you rolled your eyes "by some grace of God I've made it this far with you two assholes without having a brain aneurysm!"

You pulled a baby knife out of your torso pointing to Wade "I mean I get it you both have your differences, you're doing this because you got a girlfriend that barely loves you. Little to no friends who enjoy being around but you care about them and that's what's important right? Right.so you want to do everything in your will power to make sure those people don't die because without them you have nothing to distract from the impending doom you feel in your gut that you're not good enough. But god forbid you ever feel safe or scared so you cover up all your problems by making half funny jokes and witty comebacks. How's that am I in the right ball park?" You faced Logan as Wade pondered on your words.

He opened his mouth to speak but you hushed him quickly "And you, you try to be all big bad and tough but you're not you're a sad lonely man with no family or friends because in your universe they're dead and there's nothing you can do about it. But because you were left alive you carry the guilt of losing the people you cared for the most everyday wishing you could go back and fix things and make them right, but you can't they're gone for good but instead of making something out of your life and trying to start new you decided to go on a murderous rampage. So now you carry that guilt on top of everything else so you drown yourself in those chemicals in a bottle to forget or ignore your problems instead of growing a pair owning up to your mistakes!"

You got out of the car "so in conclusion you both have your reasons for being here, you want to get back the things you love most, but you two fuck faces are too idiotic to realize how much you have in common so you ignore the good character writing and argue and fight every other scene! I mean come on how much more gay could you two get!" You huffed finally letting that off your chest and turning to walk away "now i'm going to leave for an hour to blow off some steam and you both have two ultimatums you either A : take those sweaty suits off and have the best hate sex of your lives or B: shut the fuck up! Grow some balls! and get it the fuck together!" you stormed away both Logan and Wade too stunned to say anything.

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"That was pretty hot, i've never seen them so angry."

Safe to say they made up for now and continued on with the rest of the movie.

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A/n: sorry this was so short!!!!! hope you enjoyed!

Luxray, Jolteon, and ftm Pikachu late ko-fi doodle for jaie!