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Thinking about WADE WILSON trapping you in his grasp, his masked chin perched on your shoulder and his blood-tinted leather glove shoved in-between your thighs. He reeks of impending doom, the scent combining with his natural aroma.

“Oh, no, no, don’t run from it, pretty boy.” WADE clicks his tongue, shaking his head as you squirm. His arm snaking around your waist tightened its grip, clutching you firmly against his front.

He sneaks his hand beneath your pants, wrapping it around the base of your hard cock before freeing it from your boxers. But he doesn’t allow the cool air to hit your sensitive hardness, choosing to toy with you by keeping it hidden under your shirt. You grunt, reaching to hold onto his knees. “W—wade.” You croak, trying not to buck your hips up.

WADE hums curiously, indicating that he was listening. With one finger, he maps out the silhouette of your length through the soft material. He’s enjoying this, and that fact is one he isn’t afraid to admit. “Hmm? D’ya want somethin’, baby?”

Despite his question, he doesn’t quite let you answer. Suddenly, his thumb presses down against the side of your tip, staring in great awe at how pre-cum begins to dampen the fabric. Your dick twitches from the stimulation, and you can’t prevent the plea from leaving you. “Stop teasin’ me, please.”

You can nearly feel his lips stretch upwards into a cocky grin. His palm rests flat on your length, gently rubbing up and down. Every time WADE’S finger went to messily massage your frenulum, your shirt would press into your skin and increase your responsiveness, making you uncontrollably throb. “Awww, we both know you don’t mean that. Our buddy over here likes it.” He teases, shifting to properly but lazily jerk you off.

His hand clenches when it curls ‘round your shaft, balancing you on the point of experiencing a high but never enough for you to actually reach it. WADE WILSON knows you can handle a tad of edging. “Be a good boy, c’mon that’s it, just a liiiiiiil’ bit more.”

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Theme park

A/N: These memories are based on my personal memories with my dad, if you don’t have anything positive to say keep it to yourself, fluff, bad English

You two sat on a car along with an interview and a cameraman “Hello Everyone, I’m (Y/N) Pascal” you greeted at the camera and your dad did the same.

“What are we doing today, dad?” You look over to him “We’ll be touring here at a theme park and answering some of the most asked questions about us on the internet” he answers.

You’re both walking around and you see one of the biggest rides in the place. You both looked at each other and nod.

“Is it my turn?” You asks him and he nods while he takes a small piece of paper while the roller coaster it’s reaching it’s peak “(Y/N), what’s one memory you hold dear to your heart?” Pedro asks “I have many but if I had to answer it would be that my dad used to walk up to my food when I was younger and would be like ‘Let me check if it’s poisoned’ you say and Pedro starts remembering and giggles a bit.

“Then, he would proceed and takes the biggest bite in the world out of it.” He burst out laughing before it turned into a scream because the roller coaster started going down. You four screamed as adrenaline ran through your veins and you held your father’s hand for comfort.

When you got down your hair was a big mess and so was Pedro’s “Let me do this real quick” he says before he tries to fix your hair and make it more presentable “My daughter would never look bad in my eyes but I can’t let her look like this” he says after fixing your hair.

“Could you continue with what you were saying?” The interviewer asks “As I was saying, for a VERY long time I genuinely thought my food was poisoned and my dad was trying to save me.” You said and Pedro burst out laughing “She would even run up to me and hand me her food for me to check if it wasn’t poisoned” he said and you tried hard not to laugh.

This was very important to you because even though you knew your father was just taking your food you still enjoyed sharing with him because those were small moments that would be cherish by the two of you forever.

“And I did this for 13 years and during those I never questioned why I he did it” you say.

“Now you Pedro, what is one memory you’re quite fond of?” They ask the male “I have many amazing memories specially with (Y/N) but there’s one that always stick with” he mentions.

“It’s one time me and (Y/N) were visiting Chile and we were in my natal town, these people were raising gooses and I never really knew why but those things HATED our guts.” You both walk up to a restaurant “That day me and (Y/N) were just passing by and out of the blue those things started chasing us and they wanted to bite the heck out of us.” He says.

“I only had time to scream ‘Run!’ when those things were about to eat us, we had to run like 1 mile because those things didn’t stopped coming after us. We sleep like 4 hours after it because of how exhausted we got” you four laugh at that scary yet funny memory.

This memory was important for Pedro because he understood that no matter how mess up the situation might be because he would have you by his side. Your dad would always be by your side and would never leave you even if you’re being chase by wild gooses or going through the darkest era of your life. You can always count on your dad to be there for you and run like 1 mile with you…

You four are about to end the interview “We’ll we’re glad we could share some things with you all” Pedro says and the video ends and you four say goodbyes as you part your ways.

You have your food and Pedro has his “Would you like to check if it’s poisoned?” You offered him some of it and he smiles “I would love to make that sacrifice” he says as he takes a bite of your food and hugs you briefly.

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE dir. Shawn Levy (2024)

𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑬’𝑺 (ᴛᴍ) — 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰.’𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴.

—

ghost: stop following me!

[y/name]: then let go of my hand!

—

ghost: you’re really campaigning for asshole of the year, aren’t you?

[y/name]: as reigning champion, do you feel threatened?

—

soap: if you’re ever feeling sad you could always ask me for a hug

[y/name]: no thanks, i’ve found violence and manslaughter works just fine :D

soap: 😟

—

price: i’m proud of you

[y/name]: *choked up* oh..

price: ?

[y/name] ‘what is a loving father figure?’ [l/name]: *doing their best not to cry but failing spectacularly* sorry, you just.. you said you’re proud of me that’s my tear trigger

—

*on a botched mission at a cliffside warehouse, cornered between enemies and a waterfall*

ghost: fuck what do we do?!

price: it’s too high to jump! we go back!

gaz: we won’t get through all those enemies!

soap: better than jumping!

*all turn to [y/name] who’s been oddly silent*

[y/name]: *grinning, slides down their tactical goggle* cowabunga it is

price: ‘cuda.. don’t you dare—!

[y/name]: *runs to the waterfall’s edge and swan dives over* LIVIN’ LIKE LARRY!

—

[y/name]: *sleep deprived, brews coffee and drinks it straight from the pot*

price: we have mugs

[y/name]: *vein throb* i’ve not slept a wink in over 36 consecutive hours, my scars are making my head feel like i’ve got a fucking axe in my skull, the new batch of recruits are running me dry and ghost and soap are running me through the wringer, with all due respect captain.. you are working my last fucking nerve

price: *awkwardly clears his throat* enjoy your coffee

—

[y/name] ‘traumatic childhood’ [l/name]: christmas is for sentimental dorks, and santa can go suck an egg

soap: my gift to you is some fucking therapy

[y/name]: make sure to keep the receipt

soap: sorry, it’s a gift that can’t be returned

[y/name]: we should’ve kept the receipt for you

soap: 🥲🖕

—

ghost: *trauma dumping* when i was young my brother used to terrorize me with a skull mask, and my dad brought in dangerous animals and forced me to kiss them

[y/name]: my dad killed my mom and little brother in front of me, diced them up and forced me to eat the pieces

ghost, soap, gaz: 😟

price: .…are you okay?

[y/name]: not even a little bit 🥲

—

[y/name]: hey si.. what’s the second to last letter of the alphabet?

ghost: ‘y’?

[y/name]: because i wanna know

ghost: ….. kid, if i didn’t love you as much as i do i’d beat the ever living fuck out of you

—

[y/name]: lookin’ up because you let me down, lookin’ down because you fucked up, lookin’ right because you left, lookin’ left because you don’t treat me right 😞

price: i said i was sorry for forgetting you at the store!

—

[y/name]: *was reckless on a solo-op and is now getting scolded* …hmph

price: *down to his last nerve* fix your fucking face before i break it

[y/name]: oh nice, great yeah, that’s exactly what i want to hear from my captain after nearly fucking dying!

price: *glare hardens*

[y/name]: *abruptly realizes they may have made a mistake and been wrong* …i’m sorry cap, i didn’t mean for the mission to go so horribly wrong it just—

price: five

[y/name]: …huh? five? five what?

price: four

[y/name]: gotta blast! *dead sprints from his office*

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price: that mission was a total shit show! all of you muppets were way out of line and beyond sloppy! get your shit together or so help me god you won’t live to see retirement! the only one who acted like they had any kind of damn sense was the one who is usually being pretty reckless otherwise!

[y/name]: *sips drink loudly*

—

soap and [y/name]: *absolutely baked out of their minds on pain meds*

[y/name]: you know what i been thinking about?

soap: hm?

[y/name]: if your leg gets cut off, would it hurt?

soap: ….duh!

[y/name]: how though?

soap: ‘cause your leg got cut off!

[y/name]: where are you gonna feel the pain?

soap: in your le—

[y/name]: exactly bruh, how you gonna feel pain in your leg—

both: —if your leg is gone!

[y/name]: i’ve been thinking about this all day

soap: *muttering to himself* where would you feel the pain?

[y/name]: that’s the point there ain’t none, once the leg is gone the pain goes with it… i’m telling you man.. these pain meds are making us smart as hell

ghost: *pinching the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as he can literally feel gray hairs growing on his head*

price: you two are hazards to society

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a/n: t h a n k

idk if u still take req, but i've been thinking purge trooper cody hunting child padawan reader who living with obi-wan in tattoine. it's like battle with himself rather than the two jedi, like yk trying to resist inhibitor chip. slight codywan will be cute

ignore this if u don't seems interested, thankuu for all u'r hardwork! i love every single of it!!

Purge trooper Cody on the brain! Did I stray a little from the prompt? Maybe-

“Dead of Night”

Could this be a follow up to this old fic (x) maybe but I’m not sure…

Summary: Cody tracked them down, spotted together were the 2 people that haunted his dreams. He was a good soldier, he had to be

Pairing: purge trooper Cody x GN!padawan reader (PLATONIC)

Warning: guilt hurt/comfort (that’s all I could find really but let me know if I missed any)

Word count: 1256 (not proof read at all)

Notes: I swear I posted this a few days ago, sorry for disappearing

This armor wasn’t his.

It sat wrong on his lean frame, heavier than the one before. Cody shook his shoulder out before slipping the dark helmet onto his head.

He missed his sunshine armor from so long ago.

If he thought ever so hard Cody could almost hear the faint laugh of once before while painting the sun burst on his armor.

These thoughts never seemed to stick around.

A blaster still hung at his hip accompanied by the unfamiliar weight of the eltro-shock staff many of the purge troopers use.

Unethical. Cody thought stomping down the halls the to docked ship waiting to take him away. The weight and feeling of said weapon made him sick.

The ship rustled under his feet during take off, so caught up in his thoughts the dread of this mission sank into his bones.

The sun never seemed more dull.

•••

Sand was everywhere. The sun radiated heat over the barren lands where a small house was situated. If you could even call it that.

Watching the twin suns set for the one-millionth time seemed always new and different. The warm colors filled your eyes and cover your skin in a honey color.

A chest plate was clutched in your lap. The names started to fade ever so slightly, but with the many times you’ve read over them the order was engraved in your memory.

As the suns took its last peak over the horizon before finally submitting to the darkness that bled into the cloudless sky, you spoke softly names names that were painted into the backside of the chest plate.

Starting with the familiar signature of your master and the commanders closely under his, ending with Trapper and the small name of Rex’s tucked into the corner.

From the front of the shelter you heard the calls from your master. The urgency in his voice made your blood run cold and to discard the piece of armor off to the side.

“Y/N” Obi-wan said once again as you stoped near his side, a comm was clutched tightly in his hand.

You nodded your head slightly in acknowledgement waiting for him to say something else.

“Comms and intel found an emperial shuttle inbound.” His tone was even and cold as it has been the entire time on this desolate planet.

“Is this worrisome?” The word master almost slipped past your teeth as you fought long and hard to break the habit for safety reasons.

With a sigh Obi-wan answered. “Not necessarily, it looks like it’s going to land near the town the check things out there.” He turned fully to you now placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“There’s nothing to worry too much about young one, but the village will be off limits until they leave.”

A weight was slightly lifted off your chest with his somewhat reassuring words. The slight shake in your hands were present while you patted your old masters arm.

This wasn’t easy on either of you. It never will be.

The brisk wind of the night rattled through your bones jolting you awake. It was new that it wasn’t a nightmare this time and for that you were thankful.

The soft shuffle of Obi-wan under a shear blanket was the only other noise you could hear besides your own breaths.

You knew he was a soft sleeper, now more than ever. But something deep within, long since been buried reignited.

A pull of something through the force while you tried to be rid of it never it truly seemed to be gone for long.

In the distance a small flicker of a light danced along the horizon. If it was a flashlight of some sorts it would imply that the holder was running.

The feeling again bubbled in your chest as you took a few steps out on the soft sand. One look over your shoulder showed your master still resting.

You couldn’t turn now. Whatever force god was watching over you wouldn’t allow it. The existence of fate was a touchy subject.

Strong winds continued to try and knock you down while you persisted through to whoever was on their way

Calls of your name was lost to the breeze in the dead of night. Oblivious of the man that followed you continued forward.

You stoped dead in your tracks while the figure approached further. The force surrounding this individual was sweet and familiar, normally lighting up your face with a smile.

Normally.

Something else, more complex and darker seemed to look around the edges but not close enough to deter you.

The man shook slightly from the spot that he watched from. You watched the twitchy movements as a hand flew too his blaster, but never touching it.

Instead another hand slowly reached for the dark helmet that masked him from you.

A ghost stood in front of you. Once you never thought you’d see again. The great maker above was clearly playing a sick twisted joke on you.

His name could barely form on you lips while taking a few steps back from the man you never thought you’d see again. The one that along with his brothers betrayed you.

You felt a shuffle to your side; the words “Drop your weapons’ rang out through the night from your master.

A blaster of his own didn’t shake. Stepping in front of you the sight of the man in front of you made your master take another look as well.

Obeying he threw the blaster that seemed to stick closer to him than any other trooper he started working with, and the foreign weapon that he didn’t want to be associated with anymore.

Dropping his helmet as well Cody fell to one of his knees, a hand came a cradled the side of his head.

Both you and your master were frozen where you stood. The cloudy eyes of yours tore through every defense that Obi-wan tried so hard to put up.

Through the wind the quiet cries blew to your ears. Your Cody was hurting; in more ways than one.

“Master” you almost begged as you both took a step forward.

Obi-wan tried so hard to keep the people in his life safe. Sabine, Anakin, Cody, and now you. Every buzzer in his mind was ringing saying this was a trap. That he should take you and run.

He was at the purge troopers side in a moment. Obi-wan’s strong embraced engulfed Cody and the weight crashed into him.

For months now this was all that he wanted.

Everything to be drowned out.

“Oh my love.” Was whispered slightly into his ear, Cody was quick to wrap his arms protectively around his general. The one that wasn’t going to get away again.

Cody’s cries became louder while another body wrapped around his shaking form. Weapons and enemies forgotten Cody let down all his walls and the floodgates opened.

“My head hurts.” Was the only thing Cody could get past his teeth and oh boy was it true. His own mind seemed to turn against him, to scream at him that he shouldn’t be doing this.

Good soldiers follow orders.

But even better ones protect those who stand besides them.

“We’ve got you now Cody.” Your voice flooded his ears, blocking out the screams of yours that haunted his every moment. “We can help you.”

Masked by the dead of night only tomorrow would they realized that another soldier went AWOL.

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Playlist Inspired Ficlet

Playlist - POV : Gojo Satoru , Nanami Kento And You Messed Up A Mission, Whole Chaos Fandom : Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing : Platonic Nanami x Gender!Neutral Reader x Gojo Words : 665 (short D’: This is actually inspired by an OC I’m building in my head)

Warnings : Blood and Injuries. I mean it’s a failing mission in JJK what do you expect ?

A.N. : DOUBLE POST !? Yeah I wanted to publish some fun for once. I’m actually really proud of this one lmao. I’ve mainly been inspired by the Bruno Mars part at 9:34 but it fits the rest ! Yes, I’m putting the main blame on Gojo. Listen I like him BUT GOOD GOD way too much energy in this white fluffy mountain. But he’s a good teach’. So he passes. ANYWAY ENJOY THE TINY CHOAS, WOOP.

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LOGAN, LAURA, AND WADE CONTENT AHHH

something about logan howlett patching your shoulder up, his calloused hands surprisingly gentle as they stitch your wound close. he’s looming over you, eyes fixated entirely on your form. in a haze of pain, your hand reaches out to curl around his hip and roughly squeeze with a low groan, unintentionally tugging him closer to your seated position.

“you okay, bub?”

“yeah...”

there’s something about it that makes his cock throb; how your reflex is grabbing onto him, how your voice is hoarse, and fucking hell, the smell and sight of you bleeding like that... he’s never letting anyone else fix you up. and oh, he wants you to squeeze something else.