#caregiver deadpool

[deuce-t-agere]

Kiddo Wade and baby Logan doing this best dad worksheet for each other (Wade’s does mention alcohol)

[alittleplaytime]

CONTENT WARNING: GUNS & WEAPONRY

Caregiver Cowboy Deadpool Stimboard!!

🐎 🧱 👢 | 🐎 🧱 👢 | 🐎 🧱 👢

🌼 media: deadpool & wolverine

🐝 age appropriate? depends. in some places this movie is rated 15+ (like here in australia) while others have it rated R much like the prior movies due to sexual references, violence and gore. check warnings and remember, it's always okay to turn anything off if it isn't for you! <3

🍯 rqd by: no one <3

🌻 note: deadpool AND cowboy? i need him in ym life NOWWWW. like, that man is a pops/poppy if i've ever seen one.

[huggaboos]

He doesn't like the juice....

(( Rough sketchessss ))

[abuglikecreature]

caregiver wade moodboard eeeekk!!!! i think hed be soooo fun n silly n maybe he’d make too many sweet things but how bad is that really

[icarusredwings]

Does...does WiddleWolvie play with Mary Puppins? 🥺

Well, now that you mention it- COUGH COUGH - Does this answer your question?

(A teaser for WiddleWolvie part 3)

This post is also to celebrate my 800 followers!! Thank you guys! And yeah I sketched puppins.

[totallynoteepy]

Wolverine moodboard ⭐️🐺

In celebration of the fact me and my friend are going to see the wolverine and deadpool movie

deadpool version 🖍🐈‍⬛️

[puppamoon]

hiii i was wondering if you could do cg deadpool headcannons? if its not too much trouble

ଘ : Caregiver deadpool headcannons!

reqs open! (๑′ᴗ‵๑) // thank you for your request!

definitely a fun caretaker, always bringing you to exciting places

somehow always bringing home presents

he has no rules, party all you want! Except go to bed at a decent time and no coming with him on missions...

he lives for a party, but his first priority is keeping you safe.

"come on kid! I got your back."

not the best influence, but he tries. He even reads books on how to parent!

regular water balloon fights, pillow fights, splashing eachother in pools, that sort of stuff!

"yeah just like that! Youre doing great! Soon you'll be a natural!"

extremely encouraging and will show up to all of your exciting events (school plays, sports, etc.)

always bringing you on exciting adventures and trying to make you laugh

if you ask reeeeally nicely he might read you a bedtime story...

"day's almost over kiddo. Let's get you tucked in and ready for bed..."

likes to be creative when he makes food, like arranging your breakfast to look like a smiley face

will watch your favourite show with you no matter what it is (mlp, bluey, anything you like!)

would absolutely clear his entire calendar for you, even if that means missing out on business

will back you on anything, even if it's physically possible or crazy. You say dinosaurs come from space? He will defend you on that

💥 - ⚫️🔴⚫️ - 💥

art in banner done by xitsensunmoon on Tumblr!

[lightningkiddoo]

wolverine agere moodboard

[eflen-n-reegee]

Caregiver Deadpool Headcanons (Deadpool)

Heads up: the movie contains gory violence, nudity, sexual content, and mature humor. Suggested by Anon

He is constantly making jokes and wisecracks. However stressful a situation is, however upset you are, he will not stop trying to make you giggle.

He makes sure you always have fresh, sharpened crayons. (And then he borrows them to do his own drawings.)

He allows - nay, ENCOURAGES - swearing. He cracks up every time this adorable little child drops an f-bomb or calls him a REDACTED

He also loves your general misbehavior. Let there be anarchy!

He usually wears his mask around you; he tries to play it off, but he worries his face might give you nightmares.

He frequently takes you to the local arcade, where he kicks your butt at skeeball and then lets you have his tickets.

One of his favorite games to play, especially when you’re feeling crummy, is “Whose Life Sucks More”. It’s a stupid, silly way to remind you that things could always be worse.

He makes you your own matching suit to wear when you’re hanging out together.

He loves older cartoons and shows you all his favorites from when he was a kid.

He is always turning to the “camera” and making comments. Maybe there’s a real audience and maybe there isn’t, but either way it makes you laugh; and that is always his goal.

[deuce-t-agere]

How Wade and Logan be looking as CG and regressor

[caregiverlad]

little moodboard(?) of things i like!

[huggaboos]

A Good Chew

( Another story with a Itty bitty Wolverine and Caregiver Deadpool! )

Deadpool had spent the past hour attempting to wrangle Wolverine into playing with him, but the adamantium-laced mutant was being particularly stubborn today. Deadpool, being the good caregiver he is, knew that all his crabby little guy needed was a nice, soothing teether. So, after a few more minutes of playful coaxing, he fished through his toy bin and pulled out the perfect teether for his grumpy little Wolverine. With a smile, he offered it to him. "Come on little cub, take this and give it a good chew." Logan grumbled and pouted, crossing his arms across his chest, but the sight of the teether in Deadpool's hand made his expression soften ever so slightly. He let out a huffy sigh and reluctantly reached out to take the teether, wrapping his fingers around the handle. As soon as he had it in his mouth, he began to chew on it, his eyes closing in relief. Wade watched with a smile as Wolverine began to chew on the teether, his expression melting from grumpy to content. He felt a sense of satisfaction in knowing that he had found the perfect remedy to soothe his little one's teething troubles. As the little Wolverine continued to gnaw on the teether, Deadpool playfully ruffled his short, and somewhat spikey, dark hair. "See, Wolvie? I knew you'd like it. I always find the best little things for youuu." Logan grumbles something inaudible through the teether, but he can't help but relax a bit more under Wade's tender touch. He continues to chew and occasionally gnaw on the teether, his mind now blissfully free of the discomfort that had plagued him earlier. Deadpool laughs at his little grumpy attitude and decides to sit down next to him, pulling him onto his lap. He wraps his arms around Wolverine's small frame, holding him close. "You're such a grumpy little thing, you know that?" Wolverine pouts, but the feeling of Deadpool's warm embrace is just too comforting to resist. He snuggles into his caregiver's lap, feeling safe and secure in his arms. "Am not," he mumbles through the teether, his words slightly muffled as he idly chews. Deadpool chuckles and gently runs his fingers through his little one's hair, a grin appearing on his face. "Sure, sure..."

[lttl3babybug]

Your headcanons about little Logan are excellent! (That guy has so much trauma and needs all the cuddles.) If you were to write a oneshot of Wade discovering that Logan was little, that would be awesome! Hope you’re having a good day. Bonus mental image for you because you like Nightcrawler (who is such a sweetie): please imagine Nightcrawler wearing diapers for the first time (since discovering that he regresses sometimes) and being all shy about the way they crinkle. He might prefer cloth diapers for that reason! He’d also probably need a hole for his tail :)

Giggles, this is so exciting. Hopefully should be posting this as a little thank you for 400 followers :3 anywho, hope you all enjoy this!!

Nighttime Washing

Cw: Accidents :( mentions of bed wetting </3 Also this isn’t proof read bc I’ve got media work to do 💔

The warm blankets were wrapped around Logan as his eyes fluttered open, he felt cozy. For the first time in a long time he felt good. The blankets provided a sense of security he hadn’t felt since god knows when. He felt small, his hands reaching for the singular stuffed bear he kept in close proximity. While he shuffled around on the nest-like bed he had curled himself up in the blankets moved and shuffled around with him. Wet. He felt wet.

Logan’s hand froze, hovering over his Care Bear plushie and breathing came to a steady halt for a brief moment. Don’t cry. Do not cry. That’s all he could think, his brain was small and fuzzy. He wasn’t quite sure what to do, all he knew is he was wet and he’d not find that in awhile.

After a moment of contemplating his next move, Logan lifted himself from the sheets and tried his best to avoid the wet patch on his pyjama shorts and bedsheets. He turned on the light, cringing at the sudden brightness of the room and screwing his eyes shut for a brief moment. Once adjusted, the corners of the sheets were lifted and pyjamas changed, he’d balled them up and gave his Birthday Bear a quick squeeze and kiss before placing him on the bedside table.

Small wobbly steps lead Logan to the kitchen, he was still getting used to the layout of the place, the dim lighting from the sun rise allowed him to find the beat up washing machine. He scrambled to find the washing powder, hands shaking and tears burning his waterline. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up at each small movement, he tried to keep his breathing small and quiet. Each movement as carefully calculated as it could be for someone in his mindset.

The door to the machine opened and his shaky hands began to pile in the blankets and sheets. He had gotten away with it, holding the little measuring cup of fabric softener, deep breath Logan. Deep breath. It was all okay, he’d just wash the sheets and put them back on his bed and bang he could sleep till 2pm again and ignore the fuzzy feeling in his brain. That was until the light flickered on, the shock causing him the drop the cup of liquid. Logan fell, hiding behind the counter. He hadn’t even seen who had woken up. He had been so careful!

“Heya Peanut,” came a familiar and friendly voice, Logan’s shoulders fell. He relaxed slightly, still not peeking over from the counter. “Whatcha doin’ up? It’s like 6am.” Wade asked, slowly sauntering round the counter in his hello kitty pyjamas. What he was met with was the sight of a very distressed little honey badger cuddled up against the cupboards behind him, the washing machine door half closed with his sheets hanging out of it. “Couldn’t wait till you woke up huh?” He asked teasingly before hearing Logan’s small snarl, “Alright. Alright I’ll stop the teasing.” Wade hums, his hands up by his sides.

“Fuck off.” Logan hissed, looking between Wade and the washing machine. His heart was pounding in his chest, why wouldn’t Wade leave? Why was he still talking? Logan couldn’t make sense of it, his eyes drawn to wade’s pink pyjama pants and the white cat face on them. His pupil’s widened as he stared at the Hello Kitty icon. “Something caught your attention kitty?” Wade laughed, looking between him and his pyjamas. Logan’s voice came out small and choked, almost like he didn’t want to be speaking. “Kitty.” he mumble, shakily pointing at the cat.

“God you’re weird,” Wade snorts, ruffling the other man’s hair and turning his attention back to the washing machine. He crouched down and ran his hands over his face, mumbling to himself. “Alright, what’re we dealing with here peanut?” He mumble, pulling out the blankets upon blankets. A panic came over Logan as he pulled out the wet shorts and sheet. Wade’s attention was caught, turning to face his friend. He cleared his throat, “you got something…you wanna share with the class Wolvie?” He asked, attention clearly divided between the two.

No words came out Logan’s mouth. Just a soft blubber, then a small cry. He tried his damn best to wipe away the tears immediately as they fell. “Oh, oh hey, oh hey c’mere.” Wade says softly, immediately dropping any previous hint of malice or teasing in his tone. His arms opened for him as he dropped the wet items. Despite his usual behaviour Logan was immediately in Wade’s arms. He kept a strong grip on the other man as he blubbered and wailed into his friends shoulder. “Didn’ mean to” he whimpered, eyes darting towards the sheets on the floor.

Wade’s hands found Logan’s hair, gently petting it as he soothed the sobbing man. “Oh honey badger. You’re alright,” he whispered. “I’m not gonna tell anyone about your little issue” Wade promises, pulling Logan’s face out from his shoulder to face him. All Logan could do was nod, sobbing still. “Bear,” Logan whispered, pawing at Wade’s chest. “Bear. Bear.” He repeats, wiping his eyes and looking around. Wade’s confusion only increased. Bear? What bear? Logan shot up, clambering through the apartment.

Shrugging it off, Wade began to load the laundry again. Sheets, shorts and blankets were put into the machine. The spill of fabric softened cleaned and a new cup placed into its space in the machine. Wade fiddled with the button’s momentarily before the fabric began to spin around. Success! Once Wade had brought himself up to standing again he spotted Logan staring blankly at him from the living room. An oversized shirt on and boxer shorts, his hair messy and a stuffed Birthday Bear in his arms. Bear.

“You found your bear?” Wade muses, wandering towards Logan. His friend nodded, looking down at the bear then at Wade again. He moved it forward a little so Wade could see him. “‘S Birthday Bear.” Logan mutters, listening to the spinning of the machine as he plonked himself down onto the couch. “You wanna tell me what’s gotten into you tonight peanut?” Wade asked, watching Logan poke the plastic eyes and nose on the bear. “Little.” Logan admitted begrudgingly. “Little huh?” Wade asked, sitting by him. “You look pretty big to me.” he laughs slightly. A soft scowl from his little friend shut Wade right up. “Not like that. Dumbass. Brain’s all…fuzzy” Logan mutters, leaning back onto the couch behind him and looking over at Wade. His eyes drawn to the hello kitty pattern again. “I gotcha little guy,” Wade reassures him, gently stroking the stuffed bear, “but I don’t recall little ones using such foul language.”

The two sat, Logan flipping the tv on to watch some Garfield as the sheets span, Logan spitting off some fun facts about wolverines, Care Bears and kitties until he went silent. His head on Wade’s shoulder and knees to his chest while he softly purred, even though he’d deny it in the morning, “How am I gonna get him back to bed..”

[icarusredwings]

Widdle Wolvie 2

Busting through the door, Wade stared, panting and pissed. Seeing his husband in her lap made him even madder. That bald, husbandb stealing bitch!!

The look on Logan's face though was different, fearful but semi protective as he looked up at Cassandra, only to let out a pathetic growl, like Simba roaring at the Hyenas.

Pausing, Wade blinked. "Hold on hold up hold up. Ha!! Is that the best you got, Peanut? Now come on, I don't know what she did to you but let's fuck this hairless cat up, yeah Wovie?"

Glancing at him with such wide eyes as he watched Wade draw his two katanas then up to her, letting out another small growl towards him.

"...Wolvie..? Logan? Come on.. Scratch her. Bite her. Skewer her for gods sake! Don't look at me like that. Im not the bad guy here!" He starts as Ms. Nova only crosses her leg over the other, smirking as her gross long fingers ran over the kneeling man's scalp. Gently scratching it, Logan.. smiled. Nuzzling closer into her.

"I always wondered why my idiotic dear brothers preferred this one... So... Easy to break. So easy to tame. So easy to teach. Isn't that right, James?"

The man nodded, unsure actually of what he was agreeing to. He would never let her sit here so cockily and mock Charles' death.

Wade's heart broke.

"What did you do to him!?" He demanded.

"Oh, nothing. Just a bit of retraining is all. You'd be shocked how quick it was. Like snapping a pencil. James, Baby boy, could you be a dear and help mommy?"

With excitement he nodded.

"Good boy. So obedient. Just think of the danger I hold control over now is better than drugs. James be a sweetie and go kill that man will you? Mommy will be back. Tataa. Now play nice boys." She calls, disappearing like a coward.

The dream of fighting and trying not to hit Logan but also avoid his punches wasn't too difficult. It was the fact that she had left him defenseless... Cassandra had declawed his kitty...

Sitting up, Wade panted as he quickly looked around, only to find him standing over him.

"AHh- For fucks SAKE Logan!! You almost got stabbed in your fucking balls!"

"My... what?" His head tilts innocently.

"....Nothing. Just- what are you doing? Shouldn't you be tired? You were at the park for 6 hours!" He complained, flopping back down into the stained mattress with a heavy sigh.

"....When is she going to come back?"

"Wha? whose gonna- Oh! Fuck no! She isn't coming back...( i think).. You're safe here, Buddy. I promise." He puts out his pinky as Logan, the 400-pound 6'2 bearded, muscley man stood there, clutching a stuffed Wolverine as he stared at the pinky nervously.

"...Can I see Mommy Cassie?"

"NO! No cassie! And she's not your mommy! Stop calling her that." He grunted. This was the 5th time that he's asked about her. "And why do you care so much, huh!? She hurt you, Logan! Why would you-...oh...Oh no, Pup, I.. I didn't mean to yell.." he says, watching as he began to tear up, pulling Fluffy closer to him as he stepped back from Wade.

"...I miss mommy C-cassie.." He repeated, his eyes still glazed over, signifying that he wasn't right in the mind. Those once lake coloured eyes now grey and filled with water.

He shook his head, gripping the edge of the bed as he took a deep breath. "No.. She tricked you. She took away your claws, Honey badger.. and she left you. She's... She's a bad mommy.."

God this was much harder then he thought. And exhausting. No wonder why Logan was so tired after watching over him.

"Do you understand?" He asks him, taking his hand, gently pressing over the scabs that formed between his knuckles. "You understand that, don't you?"

Pulling a hand away, the man frowned as more tears fell. "...Mommy Cassie said you'd be a liar.."

Starting to walk off, both men were upset for reasons they both understood all too well.

"Wait! Logan!"

"That's not my name!!"

He shouts back, trying his best to hide in an obvious spot. Who's Logan??

Crying, he wonders if what Wade said was true...

Was Mommy Cassie a liar? She said Wade would try to hurt him, but so far, he's been so nice... who was lying?

If only he had some kind of power to tell.. maybe he could sniff it? No. That was silly.. he wouldn't ever be able to smell the difference between a lie and the truth... right?

Thinking about what would happen if Cassandra came back for revenge and borderline reset Logan's mental age in order to easily munipulate, but it backfires because Wade will be damned if hes gonna let another bald bitch steal his man. Finding home au what if.

Wade: Heeeyyy

Ororo: What did you do now?

Wade: About that-

Logan, Fully sprinting over: Mr. Wade I found a really cool stick that looks like a gun and I know you like guns so I brought it to you!

Ororo:....

Wade: Oh way to go, Pup! Up top! Down low! From behind! Yeah!!

Logan: *giggles and double high fives him* Im gonna go find more! *runs off in wolverine*

Ororo: ....Waaaaddeee

Wade: I know, I know! That's what I wanted to talk to you about. *puts stick gun in holster* So anyway this witch got mad at me and now he's like tiny on the inside.

Piotr, whos being nosy: Oh was that my sister? Sorry she's PMSing... what ever that means. Mom said it all the time.

Wade: Oh no no- A metaphorical witch. No, Wanda's great. You bring her chocolate then.

Logan: *comes back* I found a sword one!

Wade: Oh my god, I love you so much. You're such a good stick finder. Oh yes, you are! My widdle wild wolvie! Such a good boy!

Logan: *giggles while having his face smooshed*

Wade: But aw no I need two of them...

Logan: On it! *runs off on a mission*

Wade: Heh... kids. But anyway. Sooo... do you have someone who can fix this ooorrrr am I going to have to divorce my husband and become a single father to a 200 year old man?

[totallynoteepy]

Here is the Deadpool version!! 🖍🐈‍⬛️

so excited to see this with my friend soon! she's going to wear red and black and I'm wearing yellow and navy

wolverine version ⭐️🐺

[ssspace-cadet]

it’s getting colder outside >:)

currently thinking about domestic cg wolverine, raking the leaves in the yard. then you zoom out of the house, scarf wrapped around your neck, hat secure on your head, and a light jacket around your shoulders. he continues raking, assuming you’re just going to watch him or play on your own- nope, wrong. you jump right into the pile of leaves he’s made so far, little giggles coming from under the heap of leaves. he sighs, lips tugging upwards in a slight grin while listening to you laugh.

“take it easy bubs, don’t want you getting hurt alright?”

you make a snow angel in the leaves, calling it a “leaf angel”. that makes him chuckle and shake his head. in the pile, you find a pretty red leaf and bring it to logan as a gift. he takes it from your hands gently, nodding with pride.

“pretty find, nice job toots.”

it makes you grin as he pockets the leaf for safekeeping.