#deadpool x wolverine rp

[wrathofthegodsfrontman]

Okay does no one roleplay Poolverine on here? I checked the tags and they’re non existent. I’m disappointed in Yall. If anyone wants to, I’m here 🙄

[fandom-rpfinder]

hello!!

u can call me wolfie :3 i’m 24 and nonbinary, looking for folks who are 21+ to rp with! no triggers, i’m down to write anything but looove anything angsty and down to write a good amount of smut. i rp on discord!!

would love to find someone to talk with and be buddies with long term! replies at least once a day would be great but totally get it if things come up or life happens, i will not pressure you about response time at all. i tend to write at least a paragraph or two, depending on the scene. i also like a few different roleplays going at once if that’s something you’re interested in!

looking for someone interested in role playing with the characters of It (mainly the losers club and mainly aged up, if possible) but i know that’s a long shot!!!

also interested in role playing deadpool and wolverine !! love those guys. i don’t have extensive experience / haven’t been a fan for long but have rped as deadpool before, have not been Logan but willing to try my hand.

that’s all!! give me a like if interested and i’ll shoot you a message. <33

🎥 📚

[nilla03]

𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑙 ღ

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔： 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑠， 𝑒𝑡𝑐

➾𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝐿𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠

“is that my flannel Y/N?” You gasped as you almost dropped your laundry basket on the floor, you were doing laundry late at night because you had nothing to wear for the week and figured you could wash Logan’s shirt and put it back before he noticed.

“Um no it’s mine..” you said quietly while you stood in the kitchen that you shared with Logan and the others “Don’t lie to me kid” You felt nervous like you were a little girl in trouble “I was gonna wash it and give it back I just didn’t have anything clean to wear, I promise..” you put the laundry basket on the counter before you accidentally dropped it in front of him. “You could’ve just asked instead of taking my stuff,” he said sternly while walking up close to you, you couldn’t help but look at him. He was wearing sweats low on his v-line with a cigar in his mouth until you met his eyes

“It’s comfy though if you were wonderin'”you said quietly. He chuckled and backed you into the kitchen counter “Yeah? It’s comfy?” You shook your head and looked up at him innocently. His hand cupped your neck the cold feeling of his ring against your warm skin making you shiver against him while he moved down to your ear “You don’t understand how bad I wanna rip this off of you baby” you giggled at him “So do it Logan“ he groaned and leaned his head back “you’re a fuckin’ tease.”

[wo-verine]

Who the fuck is making these. I just want to have a chat.

[thesexymutant]

…let’s not talk about it

[truthful-timmy-of-saskatoon]

1000 notes and i cosplay deadpool

signed,

the mod

[jammydodger3579]

Stuck

Summary: Logan loves to tease his pillow princess.

A/N: Back into writing more. not that I have the spare time for it haha, I just love to do it. so keep the requests and suggestions coming.

Masterlist || Patreon || Discord server

1000+ word count

18+ for mature audiences only

Warnings: smut, teasing, tickling(?)

“Okay, the movie’s over. Time to brush our teeth and go to bed?” Logan’s voice made you jump. You were half asleep, not paying attention to the movie Logan had suggested you both watch. It was a war thriller anyway, nothing you were that interested in. You groaned sarcastically. 

“But I’m comfy!!” you exclaimed. Logan looked at you, all wrapped up in blankets in the bed. He sighed. 

“I suppose there’s one way I can get you outta bed, princess” His hands slowly went under the blankets, his fingers tracing your skin. The anticipation for what he would do built up in your stomach as you held eye contact. His eyes darkened as he then, to your surprise, started tickling behind your knee. You screamed out a laugh, kicking your feet in the air. Logan chuckled. The blankets fell to the floor as you rolled off the bed, away from Logan. He then moved his hands up to your sides, digging them in to tickle there as well. 

“L-Logan!! Okay, okay! I get it. I’m up” you panted, standing up next to the bed. Logan got off the bed too, putting his hands on your sides. You flinched, running towards the door. “NO! You’ll tickle me again” 

“No, I won’t” Logan shook his head, his voice was deep. He smiled and reached his hands out to yours. You grabbed them, knowing he couldn’t tickle you if you held his hands. He pressed your body against the door, raising your hands above your head. He adjusted his hands so only one was holding your wrists in place, while the other traced slowly down your side. You tried to squirm away but his strength overpowered you. “I’m not gonna tickle you, bub. You gotta trust me” 

His hands reached down to grab your ass as he pressed himself against you, leaning in for a kiss. You kissed back, deepening it with your tongue as you went. Logan moaned into your lips, gripping your ass tightly. He moved his hand down to pull your leg around him. You could feel his growing erection against your panties. With his other hand, he let go of your wrists, freeing himself of his boxers. You kept an arm draped over his shoulder and the other hand was tangled in his hair, holding him close so he couldn’t break the kiss. Logan, with one hand under your ass, and the other holding his cock, started grinding into you, against your panties. You moaned as he brushed his cock against your clit. He smiled into the kiss, leaning away ever so slightly. “How bad do you want it?” 

“S-so bad,” you breathed out. 

“Hmm,” Logan went back to kissing you, grinding into you, teasing you. His lips left your mouth and found a comfortable spot on your neck, biting, sucking and kissing away. You gripped onto his shoulder as you moaned in enjoyment. You could feel yourself getting wet with anticipation from grinding against Logan’s cock. He stopped working your neck, going back to kissing your lips. It was heated, messy and full of tongue. The leg you had wrapped around Logan was now pulling him against you. You needed him, as close as you could possibly get him. Logan reached down and, placing his other hand under your ass, picked you up in one swift move. He turned around and placed you down on the bed. He tugged your panties off you, not caring if he slightly tore them. It would be just another thing that Logan has damaged during sex. He spread your legs, returning his cock to tease your cunt. Each time it passed over your clit, you squirmed a little in place, eager for him to fuck you already. 

“How bad do you want it?” Logan said again. You placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled Logan in for a desperate kiss. You needed him now and you needed him to know.

“So bad,” you said against his lips, this time with more certainty. Logan started rubbing his cock against your clit, before he placed it at your entrance. 

“One more time, princess. How bad do you want it?” Logan’s voice was low, gravely. You wriggled your hips, panting, your cunt throbbing. 

“So. Bad” 

“You naughty girl. So desperate to get fucked” He said, thrusting into you. You both let out a sigh of relief as he made a pace, griping your hips for more stability. You could already feel yourself getting close, it wasn’t gonna take long. Not with all that foreplay. Your moans were getting more louder, more frequent. Logan could tell, moving your legs to rest over his shoulders. He fucked you good and deep. The room was filled with the noises of his low grunts, your loud moans, and the slapping of skin with each thrust and movement Logan made. Pleasure filled your body, you were so close to coming. Your pussy tightened around Logan’s cock, causing another deep moan to escape him. “I’m gonna use you to cum” 

“Do it, baby” you barely managed to breathe out. Logan’s movements sped up, getting rougher. His hands on your hips moved to your thighs. Your moans were so loud now, you couldn’t care if anyone heard you. At least they’d know you were getting fucked good. “Harder babe, use me like a toy” 

“Oh, you good girl, such a princess for me. Letting me tease and play with you,” Logan said, making your wish come true. You could feel your end coming near. 

“Oh yes, yes, yes,” You said, coming undone around Logan. Your pussy tightened at just the right time for Logan to cum as well, his low grunts turning into moans of pleasure. After riding out your highs together, Logan lowered your legs to wrap around his waist and pulled you up to his chest. His breathing was heavy, as was yours. Both a sweaty mess. You couldn’t stop shaking. You leaned up to kiss Logan on the cheek. He smiled and kissed you back, this time full of love and admiration. Once you both caught your breath, you separated from him and got a cloth to tidy yourself up. You handed it to Logan and he did the same. 

“Time for bed? We still have to brush our teeth. Just, this time, don’t get stuck by the door. I don’t know what happened there,” Logan said chuckling. You sighed. His bad jokes are what makes you love him though.

[lacroixqueen]

i'm so chill but you make me jealous jealous deadpool x fem!reader, 18+

Summary: deadpool sees you on a date with another guy and loses his shit lol

Pairing: jealous deadpool x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings/Tags: jealousy, possessive, angst, brat, noncon, dubcon

You were trying to figure out the fastest way to get out of this dumpster fire of a date. This is what you get for putting yourself out there, by the fervent advice of both your mother and entire social circle. So you went ahead and downloaded a dating app out of sheer boredom but also a tiny glimmer of hope. After quite a number of left swipes and a small handful of rights, you somehow wound up across the dinner table with… er, you forgot his name already. 

But you knew he worked in finance. Or was it accounting? Anyways, he was currently explaining the intricacies of the stock market to you, and the appetizer hasn’t even come out yet. And you realized that you couldn’t care any less. 

“I.. have to go to the bathroom,” you said, standing up quickly and pushing in your chair. Your date almost didn’t seem to notice, giving you a half-hearted acknowledgement and then continuing to drabble on to himself about cryptocurrency. 

Without another word, you darted to the nearest exit of the restaurant, finding yourself on the freshly rained-on sidewalk. You always loved the smell of the concrete after it had just rained. 

Your heels made a satisfying click-clack sound as you briskly maneuvered your way down the street. You opened up your texts to see if you missed anything during the god-awful date, and lo and behold, was a message from none other than Wade.

“Love the dress,” it read. 

You glanced behind you, then side to side, and once you turned back around, there he was, leaning against the side of the cornerstore. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked, barely turning towards him before directing your attention back to your phone and continuing to walk past him. 

“Ohhhh, so it’s ice cold today,” he commented, following right behind you. “I love that flavor.”

“What do you want,” you said while texting a friend about how disastrously the date went. “I am just going home.”

“Well, I was just walking by when I caught a glimpse of you through the window of that Italian restaurant back there,” the assassin replied. “Speaking of which, what was on the menu? I mean that place looked upscale! Like they probably sprinkle gold dust on their pasta instead of parmesan.”

It was an Olive Garden.

“To be blunt, I honestly forgot,” you responded. “I didn’t even eat anything.”

“Well, why did you leave so early?” he pried, this obviously piquing his attention now.

“I-I felt sick,” you lied, your intonation increasing as quickly as your apprehension. “Can we just change the subject, please?”

“Oh ho ho,” Deadpool chuckled, as if he struck gold. “That bad? I mean, I didn’t get a great look at the guy, but from what I saw, he wasn’t terrible-looking. Also, he wore a fleece vest. I mean, that’s just the height of fashion, you really can’t get any better than that.”

“Are you having fun?” you said, rolling your eyes as he continued to mock your absolutely colossal defeat of an evening. 

“Oh, absolutely,” Deadpool laughed. “The other point of contention is why the hell you decided to pull out this absolute banger of a dress for your first date with Mr. Finance Bro there and not ours?”

“That was not a date,” you enunciated, pressing your finger into Wade’s chest. “That was a drunken one night stand that will never happen again and that you even promised to never bring up. It was stupid and nonsensical and I can’t believe it even happened in the first place.”

“Oh come on, Y/N, you’re going to break my heart,” he whined, clasping his hands together like a needy puppy. “I, for one, thought that night was very special. I mean, you even told me that you could see yourself fall-”

Before he could say another word, you grabbed him by the hand and led him into a dark alleyway so that innocent bystanders wouldn’t hear you scream.

“Stop! Bringing that up!” you exclaimed. 

Deadpool was shocked his casual mention of the event elicited such a strong emotion from you. “Okay, okay, jeez.. calm down.”

You sighed, letting him go and turning your back to him. 

But he didn’t let you. Not even for a second. Before you could even react, he grabbed you by the neck and slammed you into the wall. 

You gasped, your hands instinctively reaching up to clasp over his while his grip only tightened over your carotid. 

“Besides, you know that I only followed you here because I wanted to see more of you in this ridiculously skimpy dress..” his voice darkened as he continued to choke you like a helpless animal. “I mean, look at you. That thing practically clings onto you like skin! If you weren’t such a tightass I would have ripped it off of you by now..”

He unsheathed his pocket knife and ran it across your lacy scarlet choker, over the thin straps of your slip dress, and onto your chest. He traced the outline of your cleavage with the dull edge, and then slowly slid it down over your taut stomach. 

You were trying to gulp up air for just one breath, but his hold was unrelenting. 

“I mean a red mini dress, are you fucking kidding me?” he snarled, his blade gently brushing against the garter belt on your right thigh. “Wearing my favorite color? With some other guy? This has got to be orchestrated at this point, Y/N.”

“Wade.. please..” you begged, lips beginning to quiver. Regardless of how much he joked around with you, he scared you when he was angry. 

He finally released you, allowing you to cough and gasp for your first breath. 

“But you know of course I wouldn’t kill you, I mean who do you think I am, a psychopath?” his tone immediately brightened up the moment he saw how much you feared him. “I just like watching you not being able to breathe is all. It’s so cute.”

 After you finally caught your breath, you stared daggers down at the vigilante who stood before you. 

“Listen, Wade,” you said. “I understand you are not exactly pleased with the current state of affairs. But this isn’t entirely up to me. And I’ve told you this a million different times.’

The assassin let out a dramatic, almost cinematic sigh. “Yes, I know, Your mother wants you to date ‘someone sensible with a stable career and not a psycho killer’. Which is perfectly understandable! I get it. I mean, I would probably think the same thing if I lived in the suburbs and made tuna casserole in my spare time.”

“Wade..” you shook your head and rolled your eyes. “You know it’s not that simple.” You walked up to him and gently lifted up his mask to reveal only his lips. 

He didn’t hesitate to grab you by the waist and pull you so close that your body was pressed up against his. 

You stood up on your tiptoes in your heels, stabilizing yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders. You weren’t exactly sure what you were doing, but you knew something within you just wanted to kiss him. But you also didn’t know if this was the right idea. 

The plump part of your lip gently brushed against his. The smell of your watermelon lip gloss was driving him crazy. He started to breathe heavily, and if another second passed where you weren’t kissing him he would say fuck it and just do it himself. 

You felt his hot breath in your mouth, and you felt your arms twist around him like they knew exactly where to rest themselves. Like they have done this before. 

“I’m so stupid for this,” you sighed, as you felt his lips beginning to close over yours. 

He smiled smugly into the kiss, quite pleased with himself over the hard fought victory. Without another moment of hesitation, he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up without much effort at all. He walked over to the wall, pressing your back softly against it. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist automatically, kissing him like you would die if you stopped. You felt his tongue wrap desperately around yours. He was aggressive, hungry even. He wanted you all to himself, not some fucker in a fleece vest or anyone else for that matter. 

You knew you would regret your decision in the morning. And that no matter how hard you tried to deny it, you would come running back to him. Every single time. 

[kjupchurch-xx]

12 Years In The Making - Tumblr Request

"Love, remember, we're having dinner tonight, don't make plans." Hugh yelled from the bathroom as he was shaving his face. 

I smiled, "I know, babe. I haven't forgotten. I'll make sure I'm free and finished up with my interview before 7." I said as I re-checked my dress. 

Tonight, was Hugh and I's tenth wedding anniversary. Normally, we'd be on a trip like we did every year for our anniversary, but I had just celebrated the premiere of a movie I'd been filming for the last year, so that halted our anniversary vacation plans. Our kids were visiting with Hugh's mother, Grace while she was in town, so we had the house to ourselves for the night. Hugh's older kids, Oscar and Ava were going to be joining us for dinner tonight. 

In 2012, Hugh and I met whilst working on a movie set together and immediately began dating. I was 22 and he was going on 44 years old. He'd been divorced from his ex-wife for about 9 months at that time. His kids were around 7 and 12 at the time. We married in 2014 with a quiet beachfront ceremony in Australia, surrounded by our immediate families, his children and a few of our closest friends. Our ceremony was more intimate than anything, with Hugh tearing up seeing me accompanied down the beach by my father. 

In 2015, we found out we were expecting our first child, Hugh's first biological child. Our daughter was born in early 2016. Our second daughter was born in 2019, with our son being born in 2022, just two years ago. Our kids were now 8, 5 and 2. Despite being a huge blended family, he knows I would never be caught dead driving a mini van or a "mom car". While he drives the luxury SUVs, mom still drives the Audi RX8 and occasionally a Dodge Charger if I have the babies in the backseat. 

I was shaken from my thoughts by a kiss on the cheek, "You look beautiful, baby." He said softly in my ear as he smiled at me. 

I blushed, "Thank you. Where are we going tonight?" I asked, knowing he would never tell me, but always hopeful that he'd slip up one day and spoil a surprise. 

He smirked at me as he shook his head, "Now Darling, you know if I told you where we were going, it would spoil the surprise." 

I playfully rolled my eyes, "How am I supposed to know where to meet you after my interview if I don't know where you're taking me to dinner?" I asked, trying to catch him up once more. 

He chuckled as he pressed a kiss on the top of my head, "You're meeting me at the first place I took you when you moved to New York. That is the only hint I'm giving you." 

Stefanos. Stefanos was the first place Hugh took me for dinner once I'd officially moved in with him, in 2013. It was a beautiful, high-end Italian restaurant. He'd picked it because he knew Italian was my favorite type of cuisine. 

I smiled as I pulled him in for a kiss, "I've gotta go or else I'm gonna be late." I mumbled against his lips.

He smirked against my lips, mumbling back, "You can be fashionably late, love. I would love to ravage you right here." 

I giggled, "As much as I want to, and you know I have a hard time turning you down, I have to go... but, later tonight, I promise I'll make it up to you." I said seductively while slowly grazing my hand over the crotch of his pants. 

He laughed, almost shivering at my touch, "This is why we have three kids." He said nonchalantly. 

I laughed as I grabbed my keys to head towards the door of our home, "Alright, I'll see you at 7." I said, smiling as I walked out of the house. 

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I quickly finished up my interview, noticing it was now 6:30, which meant I had to haul literal ass to Stefano's to get there by 7 to meet Hugh for our anniversary dinner. I grabbed my keys and wallet and began sprinting towards the elevator, then towards the parking garage where my car was parked. 

I managed to make it to Stefano's right at 6:59 on the dot to see Hugh standing outside of his SUV, looking at me. I quickly shut the engine off and jumped out, "I am so sorry I'm almost late. The interview finished at 6:30, traffic downtown was a nightmare." I said almost anxiety ridden from the traffic. 

He giggled, "It's okay, love... But I lied to you. We're not eating at Stefano's." He smirked, trying to keep a straight face. 

I looked at him almost wide eyed, "Why did you make me rush to Stefano's then?" I asked, getting a bit annoyed. 

Traffic and anxiety were not my friend, clearly. Luckily, my husband knew this and never took it personally. 

He chuckled at me as he walked up to me and kissed me, "Because you kept insisting that I tell you where I was taking you." He said cockily. 

I sighed, chuckling as I rolled my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck, "Okay, I learned my lesson. Now seriously, what are we doing?" 

He pulled away from me and walked towards his SUV, "Get in and I'll take you to the actual place we're going." 

I shrugged my shoulders, "Okay." I said as I grabbed my wallet out of my Audi, locking the car and getting into his SUV. 

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Hugh drove for another 10 minutes, while his free hand interlocked its fingers with mine. The ride was filled with him happily singing along to songs on the radio. I noticed we were pulling up at an event venue and looked over at him. 

He knew I was going to, considering he was smiling at me as he parked the car. "What are we doing, Jackman?" I asked, almost suspiciously, raising one brow at him. 

He chuckled cheekily, "We're doing another press interview." He said casually. 

I squinted my eyes, "This is not a very good surprise." I said sarcastically. 

He rolled his eyes, shutting the car off and getting out, "Just come on." He said, mocking annoyance. 

I got out of the SUV as he came over and linked his arm with mine as we began walking towards the entrance of the venue. 

"Is this seriously a press interview?" I asked, noticing all of the cars in the parking lot. 

He nodded, "Okay, it's not a press interview. We're going to Ryan and Blake's wrap party, but I promise, I am taking you to dinner afterwards." He said as we continued walking. 

I sighed. It was our tenth wedding anniversary. As much as I loved and adored Ryan and Blake, I wanted to celebrate my anniversary. I didn't care to be celebrating everyone else tonight. This was out of the ordinary for Hugh, but with how busy he'd been with the press for Deadpool & Wolverine, I'm not too surprised our anniversary had slipped to the back burner. 

As we approached the entrance, his grip on my arm tightened as he pulled me closer, wrapping one arm around my waist. As we entered the venue, I immediately spotted Blake and Ryan, and a group of people I hadn't yet recognized or paid much attention to. There were pictures of Blake's new film, It Ends With Us plastered near the stage area. 

Blake and Ryan approached us, "About time you two made it. We were getting ready to post your numbers on a billboard." Ryan joked. 

Hugh and I laughed, "Thanks for coming, you too. I know it's your anniversary, you can blame him for the poor planning." Blake said sympathetically as she shot Ryan a glare. 

I smiled as I hugged her, "It's okay. Thank you for having us." I said, hiding my disappointment. 

"Mommy!" I heard yell as I felt two small arms wrap around my waist. 

I chuckled as I looked down to see our middle daughter hugging my waist, "Hey boo, where's grandma Grace?" I asked her as I rubbed her hair. 

She shrugged, "She's talking to uncle Shawn." Our daughter said as she pointed over to Shawn Levy, who was in fact chatting it up with my mother-in-law, as she held our two year old son on her hip. 

I giggled, as Hugh asked her, "What about daddy? You didn't miss me?" He playfully pouted. 

She giggled as she playfully shook her head no, still holding onto my waist. 

Our 5-year-old was a bit...scared of daddy after seeing him on the set for Deadpool and Wolverine. She truly believed daddy had claws that come out of his hands when he's upset, which has been hilarious and a bit aggravating convincing her that Daddy indeed does not have claws that come out of his knuckles. 

I stooped down to look at her, "You better give daddy a hug." I said playfully, trying to sound firm. 

She shook her head no, "Mommy, daddy has claws that come out of him hands." She said as matter of factly. 

Hugh tried hard to not show his laughter as he watched our interaction. 

I shrugged, "I know he does." I nodded, "If you don't hug him, I think they might come out. Quick, hurry!" I said dramatically to her, lightly pushing her towards Hugh. 

Ryan was having a hard time holding his laughter back as he watched me interact with my daughter, while Hugh shot me a glare, trying also to not laugh as our daughter nervously walked over and hugged her dad. 

Hugh shook his head at me as he picked her up, "Baby, daddy does not have claws. Your mommy just says that because she's got them and doesn't want you to know the truth." He said sarcastically as he stuck his tongue out at me. 

As we walked further into the venue, I began noticing the people in the crowd. I saw my family, Hugh's siblings, his mother of course, a bunch of our friends, my step children, etc. 

I looked towards Hugh, "Did you fly my family here for Ryan and Blake's wrap party?" I asked almost in disbelief. 

He smirked, "I flew your family here for your gift, baby." 

I looked at him, puzzled. "I'm so confused right now." 

He chuckled as he sat our daughter down, "I've got to go give a speech for Blake. I'll be back." He said quickly as he walked over towards the stage, grabbing a microphone, tapping it to make sure it's on.

Our daughter ran to play with the other kids as my family approached me, showering me in hugs. My family did not live in New York, they lived further down south. Hugh always made sure to fly them up for any special occasion. He knew it meant the world to me whenever he'd include them in anything we did. 

Hugh began speaking into the microphone, "Hello everyone. " He said with a smile, "Tonight, we're here to celebrate the premiere of Blake's new film." He continued as he smiled towards Blake and Ryan. "I just want to say, I appreciate each and every one of you for coming tonight. Planning this event has been stressful because I did not want to risk my wife finding out." He smirked towards me, laughing nervously. 

I looked up at him, shooting him a glare. So he couldn't plan something for our anniversary, but he could take the time to plan something for our friend's movie release. I noticed Ryan and Blake looking over at me, snickering. Hugh noticed my glare as he continued giggling nervously. 

"My wife thinks she's here to celebrate Blake's movie." He said as he smiled cheekily at me, "But actually baby, we're here to celebrate our anniversary." He said sweetly as my glare faded into an over-emotional expression. "Ten years ago, I married this beautiful, sexy, gorgeous woman. I met her twelve years ago to this very day, and I fell madly in love with her." He paused as I began to tear up. Our oldest daughter, who was 8 walked over and held my hand. 

I shook my head in disbelief that I'd actually thought he'd forgotten to plan something special. "Baby, this party is for you. You are an incredible mother to our children. You are an incredible wife. I am so blessed to be married to you and to share this life with you, even if you are difficult to deal with sometimes." He joked, causing me to chuckle while everyone began laughing. 

He smiled at me, "Come here, baby." He said as he motioned his hand for me to come up on the stage. 

I blushed shyly as I walked up towards the stage, taking his hand. "I love you. Happy 10 years, baby." he said sweetly as he pulled me into his arms, smiling at me. 

I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I love you too. Happy 10 years...and to many, many more..." I said as I pulled him in for a kiss.

[fandom-rpfinder]

looking to roleplay Deadpool/Wolverine!

hello all. I’m 23, he/him and looking to roleplay with others who are within the same age range (20+). I’m looking to roleplay as Logan as I don’t think I could do Wade justice, though I wouldn’t be completely opposed to trying him out. but I’ve never written either of them before so bear with me lol.

I would like to roleplay on a Discord server with an ooc/roleplay chat but I’m kind of a bad texter so might not always be super active ooc but I’ll respond to the roleplay multiple times a week unless I’m busy dealing with irl things. I’ll let you know if I’ll be taking a while to respond and I won’t ghost the roleplay. as for plots, I’m down to do whatever! we can discuss the storyline in DMs. I’d like to do a mix of both NSFW and SFW. my usual response length is around like 500 words

if interested, like my post and I’ll send you a DM!

🎥 📚

[merc-with-a-mouth-69]

Besides you, who is your favorite Wolverine love interest?

This is an easy answer

No contest whatsoever in the hetero category

As for a mlm ship, that would be these idiots

[wo-verine]

🤗

…

Really, Bub?

[merc-with-the-m0uth]

Oh by the way guys, I got married

I have a husband now yay!

Should probably tag some people but I'm too tired for that

So if you see it, tell a friend!

[truthful-timmy-of-saskatoon]

Open RP!!

Deadpool is tapping his foot while on the phone

“Come on pick up!” He says under his breath waiting for the person on the other line.

(@over-bi-the-wayside + anyone else who wants to join)

[urfavsillydoll]

Time to make the chimi-fuckin'-changas

( first time trying my Deadpool costume🙏🏻 need to fix the mask tho )

loved walking down the street like that lol

[silentwade]

*rolls up to Wade's residence in his motorcycle, glancing around, seeing no movement in the windows. He climbs off the bike and approaches the door, knocking gently* Wade? 're you home?

@the-worst-wolvie

—there’s no answer—