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[herodzn]

is this canon or what

[mikurinkuwu]

and then people wonder why len's homophobic/j

[frenchcoucou]

giddy up 🧑🏻‍🌾

ac: kayaxxo

[retrodesis]

26 July 2024; just watched Deadpool & Wolverine for the first time: Haha… blowjob handles.

3 Weeks Later: No. No, you don’t understand. Deadpool has been intertwined with the Wolverine since his very conception. Weapon X gave him regenerative healing with abilities DERIVED from the Wolverine. Are you—are you hearing me? Wade was literally made in Logan’s image. They’re two sides of the same coin. They were never supposed to meet. They’re walking science experiments molded into super-human weapons. They try to fucking kill each other. One of them is the worst possible version of themselves and the other is someone who will never be the world-saving type. They’re Canadian. They’re immortal. They’re—

[evermoreal]

price would be strangely possessive over his assistant.

referring to her as things that really aren’t work appropriate at all. “swee’eart,” “dolly,” “sugar.” once, a “baby” slipped through his teeth, but he was switching the subject before she could really catch on.

it’s hard to pinpoint exactly when it was he started tacking “my” in front of his pet names. “my angel,” “my love.”

even when she wasn’t in the room — it was impossible to know he was talking about a colleague with the way he spoke about her. “my woman’s always on my case abou’ shit like that — cholesterol levels, sugar intake. fuckin’ bullshit, but i do it to make ‘er happy.” or “can’t stay long, lads — got my lady waitin’ on me.”

in the summer months, her skirts get a bit shorter and her tops a bit tighter. he doesn’t blame her, the AC is shit and the heat can be suffocating. what does bother him, though, is the way his men ogle her as they stroll past her desk. how they’re coming up with excuses to visit her throughout the day.

it’s an easy enough fix. “why don’t ye come work in my office for the day, lovey?” he’s already collecting her paperwork. “keep an old man company, would ye? i’ve got a nice little fan too, keep ye nice an’ cool.”

though the job came with benefits, perhaps more than an assistant should be getting, price didn’t think it was enough. when her phone started to slow and the screen cracked, he left a new one on her desk. didn’t bother mentioning it came out of his paycheque. if she complains about her outfit — all my good clothes are in the wash — he’ll take her shopping, doesn’t let her worry about the totals. and, hey, if they end up at a lingerie shop, no one has to know, right? he’s just being a good boss. it’s only crossing a few boundaries when he gets her to model it for him in the fitting rooms. when she disappears behind the curtain, john adjusts himself in his slacks — it’s a natural reaction. on that note, it would make too much of a fuss if he were to correct the worker when she asks if his wife needs any help.

when day turns to night and she’s refusing price’s suggestion of hitting another shop, he pulls into a nearby restaurant, insists on treating her to a glass of wine to end the night. finding out she’s a lightweight is a pleasant discovery — two glasses in and her skin is warm to the touch, she’s giggling and hanging onto his every word. he likes her like this, he decides — but it’s not safe to leave her alone. no, she should stay with him tonight. another few sips and she’s agreeing, changing into one of her new lingerie sets and falling into john’s bed, dozing off with his hand splayed over her tummy, beard tickling the back of her neck.

it’s been too long since he’s had a woman in his life. his wires have gotten a bit crossed. you can’t blame him, can you?

[softstrawberrycreamcake]

[stargirlrchive]

i’ve been reading sooo many cowboy romances lately and my brain is turning into mush

but something about simon taking his pretty lil city girl to some worn down bar in the country he loves to go to. loves to see her all dolled and pretty, hanging onto his arm and despite how unappealing the bar looks compared to the ones you like to go to you’re all smiles and giggly.

he leaves you alone for like 2 mins max and when he comes back ur riding the shitty mechanical bull at the center of the room. a flock of greedy cowboys watching the way ur hips roll and glide with the bull but what sets his blood boiling is the hat atop your head. a hat that isn’t his.

he knew you didn’t know about the rule, what it implied, you were new to all this but fuck did he want to rip whoever fucking placed it on ur pretty little head apart.

once you hop off the bull, simon’s stalking over to you, breathing heavily and nostrils flared under his mask. growling as the man—no, boy— takes his hat back and is smiling down at you like he knows he’s gonna have you.

fuck that.

a heavy arm drapes around your shoulders and pulls you to him. practically snarling down at the boy in front of you and places his hat on your head. “f’ck off.”

your lips part in that pretty way they always do and simon’s cock swells at the thought of filling your pouty lips with his cock.

“simon—” you have the nerve to sound embarrassed but he barks out, “now.” and the man before you scampers off like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.

you’re pissed off, nose scrunched up and you look so prissy and his cock stirs. “what was that about?”

“there are rules, sweet girl. sh’t you ain’t know about and th’t fuckhead shoulda never placed his hat on you.”

you huff, “what rules, simon?”

he growls lowly, “wear the hat, ride the cowboy.”

your pouty lips drop open again and simon has to restrain himself because you’re lookin’ all shy and innocent now. batting your thick long lashes at him in apology, “i didn’t know—”

“know you didn’t, doll. m’not mad at you.”

your teeth sink into the plush of your bottom lip and you can feel his now swollen cock pushing against your belly.

you had been trying to tamper down the arousal you felt at seeing simon stalking over to you, full shoulders and muscular thighs filling out his denim. hearing his growly voice because someone was too close to you.

you’d huff about it later, but he knew you liked it when he acted all possessive over you. his pretty little doll. his to cherish and protect. only his.

you tip your head back, his hat hanging loosely over your head as his hand sprawls out on your back. pulling you even closer to him. “so, i get to ride the cowboy?”

his eyes gleam darkly, calloused hands bunching up the fabric at your hips before he’s pulling you out of the shitty bar. right into his vintage silverado, black felt hat on your head as you rode his cock in the drivers seat.

[fantasydoctor]

[magnetoisnotahappybunny]

I just opened twt and...

I know the good story he wants

[midnigtartist]

Another tav falls victim to the weave scene

+live Shart reaction

[mikurinkuwu]

they're girlfriends your honor

[frenchcoucou]

bottoms up!! 🤠

ac: 404_MORT

[ophelieverse]

when my girl talks,you listen to her!

[birdy-babe]

OK BUT IMAGINE BEING STOLAS

Literally a tragic Disney princess probably crying his eyeliner off and watching hella-novella literally heartbroken after what went down on the full moon-

And your phone dings

It’s a text

From Blitzo

After a huge fight

So

after freaking out

Wondering what he possibly could have said

You finally hype yourself up enough to finally check the text with desperate, final-bit-of-hopefullness anticipation

And

It’s fucking

THIS

Stolas is so much stronger than me theres nothing in the world that could have stopped me from instant portal-ing to him and killing him right then and there.

[mulderrrrrrr]

“tell me i’m crazy.”

“mulder, you’re crazy.”

[lass-us-slay]

Justice league/Young Justice: One.. Two-

Phantom: what are you guys doing?

Justice league/Young Justice, in the middle of breaking into the GIW facility: …you.. we were gonna go save you…

Phantom, tearing up: Me..? You were gonna save me?

JL/YJ, trying to lighten the mood for a very bloody and hurt Phantom: It was a good plan too..

Phantom, happy and touched that someone else cared enough to rescue him, and trying not to cry: well I can go back inside, and you can still do it

JL/YJ: *utterly baffled*