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montimer · 4 months ago

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Deadpool x reader

Gn!reader,him gaining a crush on ya

He tries not to believe it. Is there even a scenario where you would love him back?

He tries his best to push these feelings away. But he just can't help it, i mean why you gotta be so beautiful and kind to him and your voice, gosh- but the more he tries getting his mind off you the more it hurts. Especially if he goes to drink at a bar and gets so drunk he ends up with someone next to him in the morning.

So instead he lets his obsession grew.

Oh you're shopping? He just happens to be there too! Don't question it, he'll start yapping and drags you with himself.

He invites you over more than usual. You wanna watch a movie? Play games? If he wins he gets a kiss- whoa what,who said that?

He'll wanna have sleepovers. Throw pillow fights and no he won't sleep on the floor, make some space for him. Incase you don't tell him to sleep on the couch he'll totally not creepily stare at you as you sleep. Sure he'll fall asleep,,eventually.

He gives you tiny hints that he loves you. But of course you won't really catch them, after all he acts freaky with everyone.

And by flirting i mean, putting a hand around your shoulder. Telling you that you are gorgeous and calling you nicknames. Showing you a heart with his hands and so much more.

If you let him he would love to hug you every now and then. Tho his hugs get longer and longer the more you let him closer to you.

Speaking of which, he'll let you see his face and know more about his past only after a longer time.

But even then, when he took off his mask and expected a disgusted look or a mean comment, you just smiled at him and reassured that he is beautiful inside and out. Can you be any more charming? He just fall head over heals all over again.

You laugh at his jokes and think hes cool? He is wordless.

He will try to kiss you through his mask and will do it if you don't push him away. "Smooch me!"

Sometimes he stares at you with out noticing.

His room is full of stuff that you gifted to him and photos of you (where he got it? Oh don't worry about it..)

And if you happen to be a hero/etc, he will have a plush and other merch of you around.

He'll even give you a mini version of himself. To keep you safe he says.

He loves to be around you and is overly affectionate.

He squishez his eyes into a smile upon seeing you. He'll wave at you and everything.

He'll draw you silly pictures (mostly the two of you holding hands and being lovey-dovey)

He also leaves you flowers.

If you say nice things to him it'll blow his mind. By nice i mean stuff like "You are cute!" Or "You're the best!". Yeah you really think so? His heart feels like its beating stronger.

He speaks before thinking rather often. He lets his stranger thoughts out. Such thoughts like "You're so hot". He stares wide eyed at you after. Then comes the awkward laugh, just laugh with him please.

Anyways get used to it cuz he'll make your life a living hell, or maybe heaven?

He would ask you to move into an apartment with him, and he won't stop asking that question. Wouldn't it be less lonely and more fun to have a roommate?

He just can't come up with a way to confess..maybe the job will do it itself? No Yes,yes it will Wade don't worry.

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httpscomexe · 2 months ago

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You? A Virgin?

Day 4 of Kink-tober - Virginity

Summary: Wade discovers you're a virgin, and it turns him on.

(Find What I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Wade Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Blood, more blood, kind of a blood kink, pv, pet names, violence, descriptions of death, crude humour, virginity kink. (Lmk if I missed any)

Tags: @cellyx33 @foxherder @shybluebirdninja

Word Count: 1307 (Find my Kink-Tober list here)

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You were covered in blood. A grin on your face as you’re bent over, hands on your knees, and a hysterical scoff leaves your throat. You looked like a damned psychopath. Covered in blood and brain matter, but yet, you were laughing at the body under you, his eyes peeled open in fear, or they would be if he wasn’t dead. He shouldn’t have called you a bitch. You step over him, doing a fancy little flip of your daggers before shoving them back into the little holsters on your thighs.

“Wow, that was hot.” He comes up from behind you, pulling you towards him, his hands on your waist.

“What was?” You giggle, his hands finding yours as he twirls you like a princess. A princess covered in blood.

“The sort where you were laughing while covered in blood. It’s fucking psychotic to the point where it’s sexy.” You chuckle, looking down at the floor, a shard of glass showing you how covered you really were. Your long hair was soaked in thick blood, dying it almost brown, some of it still wet as it dripped down between your eyes.

“I should be revolted, but you make it look hot.” Wade exaggerates the word ‘hot’ as he grabs your hand and twirls you again, it was easy considering the blood on the concrete floor was slippery.

“Well red looks good on you too.” You tell him, his feet avoiding the bodies on the floor as he turns the dance into a slower dance. It was definitely psychotic.

“Well mine is a suit.”

“Still looks good.” You shrug.

“You can’t even see my face.” He laughs a little, then stops dancing, pulling his mask off.

“Still hot.” You tap his nose twice before leaving his arms. “Maybe don’t use the mask when you fight.” Suddenly, a thump comes from behind you where Wade is, and you turn to see a new body on the floor, and Wades cheek covered in blood. “Yup, still hot.”

“God if we fucked it would be a total blood bath.”

“Neither of us have blood between our legs.”

“Have you ever been fucked on your period?” He asks casually and you just turn back towards him with your eyebrow tilted questioningly.

“I’ve never been fucked.”

A comidical gasp comes from his mouth, and his hands raise up to cover his lips. “No fucking way.”

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Cause you’re sexy as fuck!” He shouts, blasting a bullet into a man’s head as he groans in pain, and you chuckle a little. “I mean come on, you? A virgin?”

“Yes, me. A virgin.”

“I’m jealous.”

“Why would you be jealous about that?” You chuckle, using your sleeve to wipe some blood off your face as you bend over and reach into one of the man’s pockets, searching for the paper you’d gone there for in the first place.

“I’m jealous about whoever will have the pleasure in taking you first.” You fluster a little, something Wade doesn’t notice from the blood still draining your face, a natural blush.

“It isn’t that special.”

“Your first time is always special.” He tells you, his hand finding your lower back as you stand straight again, the folded piece of paper with written plans inside in your hand is quickly stuffed into your pocket.

“Wow, who knew you were so romantic.” You sarcastically roll your eyes, a teasing grin forming on your lips as you feel his hand grasp your ass.

“Well if I knew you were a virgin I would’ve helped you months ago.” He groans, pulling you against him.

“Well that’s too bad huh?” You ask rhetorically, not realising he isn’t joking as much anymore.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck someone while they’re covered in multiple other men’s blood.”

“That’s a weird thing to have on your bucket list.”

“Can you help me mark it off? I’ve got that 207th bone right now.” He begins to whisper as he pulls you further against him.

“You always have a 207th.”

“Feels like 208 when I’m around you…” He suddenly leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss, his tongue trailing over your lips as you part them, allowing him to deepen the kiss. “Fuck you taste like 23 different bad guys.” You giggle, throwing your head back a little and his lips latch onto the skin of your throat, causing a moan to come from your throat.

“Wade, we need to go.” You chuckle, attempting to move away, but his hold tightens on you.

“No we don’t, everyone’s dead. Let’s fuck. I’ll show you a really good time.”

“Right now?”

“Yea, or I swear to God I’ll be calling you ‘Little Ms. Virgin' in front of everyone.”

“You better not.” You arms wrap behind his head.

“Well let’s get going…” He mumbles, leaning forward again to continue his soft kisses to your lips, his body slowly walking you backwards until your back hits a pillar of the warehouse, his hips gently beginning to rock against your in a steady rhythm.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks, and fuck it sounded so hot. Consent really is sexy.

You nod, and his hands reach down between your bodies, his fingers quickly hooking into your combat pants, and his lips never leave yours, causing sloppy and messy kisses to slobber your lips, making you chuckle. You expected nothing more from Wade.

“Fuck I’ve waited for this…” He tells you, pulling your shorts off before undoing the zipper on his suit, one you didn’t know was even there as he pulls his cock out. For your first time, you were definitely confident.

It was just how you felt around Wade.

Confident.

“You ready fox?” You nod, a little urgently. And he wastes no time, his hands gripping your ass as he pushes into you, his lips never leaving yours as you moan into his mouth, causing a groan to come from his.

“Fuck- Wade…” You moan as he begins thrusting in and out of you. As much as you wanted to feel like it was wrong.

You’d just murdered about 50 people together, who were all currently lying on the ground all dead in front of you, some of their mouths hanging open, or some of their stomachs hanging open. But here you were, letting Wade fuck you against one of the pillars. The same pillar you had smashed someone’s head into repeatedly to crack his skull. But you didn’t care.

Wade was your best friend. Even considering he was fucking you into a murder pillar right now. You weren’t sure if this would change your relationship name. From best friends to lovers? Perhaps friends with benefits. Maybe even best friends with benefits. Whatever it would be, you didn’t mind. You were also sure he wouldn’t mind, as long as it included you.

He had joked about getting into a relationship with you before, but you always shrugged it off with a joke. Fuck I’ve waited for this. His words repeat in your head as his lips find your neck again, kissing and biting as your throat vibrates with moans, his dick still sliding in and out of you. He’s wanted this…

“Fuck baby you feel amazing…”

“Logan is totally gonna regret not coming today…”

“Get it? Coming?”

Anyone else might’ve been annoyed, or turned off. But his little jokes while he was pounding you into a concrete pillar made you laugh, your foreheads connected as he suddenly slows down, your hips rocking forward as your mouth hangs open, the feeling of him spilling inside of you causing you to moan, causing you to finish with him.

“I knew you were perfect…” He tells you, gently pulling out of you and he helps you put your feet on the ground.

“Still though… I can’t believe you were a virgin…”

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wadewnstonwilson · 29 days ago

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maximum effort;

summary: wade's possessive jealousy flares up when someone gets too close to you, leading to over-the-top displays of affection, sarcastic threats, and playful sabotage. beneath his chaotic charm, wade’s jealousy stems from a deep vulnerability, making his overprotectiveness both endearing and humorous.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: okay so this was originally a headcanon idea but i love writing for wade. probably only staying as a one shot but more wade stories coming soon!

Wade had always been a walking contradiction. A hurricane of chaos wrapped in sarcasm, with a rare streak of vulnerability that would break through his rough exterior when he least expected it. And you—you were his world. His partner, the one person who could both rile him up and calm him down in the same breath. Yet with that love came something Wade wasn’t quite used to: jealousy. Sure, he laughed it off, made jokes, and played the fool, but beneath his wild exterior was a man who feared losing you more than anything. It was a fear that manifested in strange, often unpredictable ways. Like today.

The evening had started out normally enough. You and Wade were at a local bar—his idea, naturally. He claimed it was to “blend in with the common folk” and "maybe punch a few jerks in the face." You knew the real reason, though: Wade liked having a few drinks with you, watching people, and, of course, making lewd comments that had you rolling your eyes or grinning despite yourself.

You hadn’t noticed it at first, too busy laughing at one of Wade’s ridiculous stories about his latest mercenary gig. Something involving cats, dynamite, and a malfunctioning coffee machine. You were leaning back in your chair, the comfort of his presence putting you at ease. But Wade… Wade had noticed the guy. The one sitting at the bar, glancing over at you far too often for Wade’s liking. It wasn’t the first time some guy had checked you out—after all, you were undeniably gorgeous—but tonight was different. Maybe it was the way the man’s gaze lingered a little too long, or how he edged closer every time you laughed. Maybe it was the casual glance over his glass, a little smirk playing at his lips.

But tonight, there was an added tension in the air.

Whatever it was, it had set off a fuse in Wade.

“Hey,” Wade started, his tone still light but with a sharp edge, “what do you think of that guy over there?”

You blinked, confused for a second. “What guy?”

Wade jerked his chin toward the man at the bar. “That one. The one who’s mentally undressing you with his eyes.”

You chuckled. “I think you’re exaggerating.”

Wade leaned forward, his voice dropping an octave. “Oh no, babe. Trust me. I know that look. I’ve given that look.” His lips twisted into a smirk, but his eyes were darker, more intense. “Except it’s not on me this time, and that’s making me feel all kinds of homicidal.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re overreacting.”

But Wade wasn’t about to let it go. He sat up straighter, adjusting his posture as if preparing for battle. The next time the guy looked over, Wade made sure to "accidentally" stretch, leaning in closer to you, practically draping himself across your shoulders.

“This fine specimen is mine,” Wade declared dramatically, loud enough for the whole bar to hear. He planted a loud, exaggerated kiss on your cheek, smirking against your skin as you half-groaned, half-laughed.

“Wade…” you warned, trying to push him off gently. But he wasn’t having it.

“Nope,” he continued, eyes darting over to the guy at the bar, “can’t help it. Just gotta remind everyone here that you’re all mine, honey-bun, love-of-my-life, future partner in crime.”

You could practically feel the possessiveness radiating off of him. While the rest of the bar chuckled or pretended not to notice, Wade's playful display was as much about territory as it was about affection.

His voice dropped a little lower, an almost dangerous edge to it as he pressed another kiss to your neck, just behind your ear. “Mine, my love. And anyone else who thinks differently is going to have to talk to my katanas.”

You smirked, though you felt the tension in Wade's grip. “You know that guy doesn’t stand a chance, right? You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m never ridiculous,” Wade countered, his grin wide but his eyes burning with jealousy. “Also, I’m totally ridiculous, but that’s beside the point. The point is, he is making me feel territorial, and I don’t like it. So, do you mind if I accidentally maim him?”

The poor guy at the bar had clearly realized what was happening because he was now deliberately avoiding eye contact, but that didn’t stop Wade. Oh no, he was in full Deadpool mode now, enjoying the game way too much. He leaned back in his chair, still keeping you close as he "whispered" loudly to you, “Did I ever tell you I know 50 different ways to disarm a guy with a single fork? No? Maybe I should demonstrate…”

You gave Wade a warning look, but he just grinned wider, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Even when you moved away from the bar to find a quieter corner, Wade was on edge. He walked with one arm around your waist, keeping you close. His gaze flicked constantly around the room, scanning for any potential threats—or, more likely, any guy who dared look at you for too long.

“What’s with the paranoid look?” you teased.

Wade squeezed your waist a little tighter, pulling you closer. “Just making sure no one gets any ideas. You’re like a rare gem, and I’m the only one who gets to admire the sparkle.”

Later, when you were both getting another round of drinks, you couldn’t help but notice that Wade had knocked over the guy’s drink at the bar—on purpose, of course. The man looked annoyed, but Wade played it off with a sheepish grin. “Oops, my bad! Gotta watch out for those butterfingers.”

You shot him a look. “Really?”

“What? It’s not like I killed him. Yet.”

After a while, the playful possessiveness faded, and something more vulnerable slipped through. Wade leaned against the table, his fingers tracing circles on the back of your hand.

“You know,” he started, voice softer now, “I just don’t want you to realize there’s someone out there better than me.”

You blinked, surprised by the sudden shift. Wade wasn’t usually one to show insecurity, not like this. You squeezed his hand.

“There’s no one better than you, Wade.”

You slowed your steps, glancing over at him, his usual playful expression replaced with something more serious. Reaching for his hand, you squeezed it gently, your voice soft but firm.

He snorted, trying to mask the moment with humor. “Yeah, you say that now, but wait until you meet someone with a less hideous face.”

Later that night, when the bar had cleared out and you two were walking home, Wade was uncharacteristically quiet. Finally, he sighed.

“Look, I know I’m kind of… a lot to handle. And I’m definitely not the best option. But I don’t want to lose you. You’re… important."

You slowed your steps, glancing over at him, his usual playful expression replaced with something more serious. Reaching for his hand, you squeezed it gently, your voice soft but firm.

"Wade, you’re not just an option. You’re my choice. And I’m not going anywhere."

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skipper19 · 3 months ago

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Imagine this...

Wade Wilson is and always will be a cocky bastard. And ever since the..upgrade, so to speak, he will always be a little crazy as well. He's also a very good observer. Most people think of Wade as more of an idiot than anything, which isn't necessarily wrong, but he's not completely ignorant either. He makes astute observations all the time.

Especially after he met you. A hobby of his includes people watching. He enjoys making guesses and hypothetical observations about people based on how they perform naturally. This became especially true after he met you. It wasn't under the best circumstances, that's for sure, but it's a story for another day. Basically, you killed him (if he could die), and he became obsessed. Simple as that.

No, it's not really because you.. incapacitated him. People are after his head on a platter all the time. It was more because you did it on accident, isn't that fun?

Wade was chasing some poor robber down the streets. Chasing is a bad word for it. He was more like following him. The poor asshole decided to steal some ladies' purse, but Deadpool happened to be nearby. The man gave chase, and Wade began to happily skip after him down the streets of New York.

He was happier than usual because Spider-Man had requested his help in New York, hence why he was there in the first place. This was unfortunate for the robber. Wade happily unsheathed his sword as the robber backed himself into the dead end of an alleyway. "Alright, macho, I've got plenty of time to teach ya some manners. 'Cause honestly, it was so rude of you to take that ladies shit. Like, you didn't even ask. I can't let you walk around with a bad attitude like that!" And his joke would have been perfect, say the line and then cut off one of his legs. But he didn't get to the punchline before a heavy metal bucket fell onto his head.

The robber didn't hesitate to take his chance and run as Wade's neck snapped, and he fell to the ground. He wheezed as he blinked, struggling to move. "Oh.. oh, this isn't fun." His voice sounded as if his lungs were being squeezed. He couldn't move anything but his eyes and mouth, so he couldn't turn his head to see who was running out of the side door to the building.

Quick footsteps approached his folded body, and he could see their feet. Or rather, their shark slippers. "Oh my god.. Oh my god. I just killed a man." The voice panicked. "Ah, don't worry about it -" but he was cut off as your foot came flying in contact with his nose. You screamed and covered your mouth, eyes wide as you eyed the man on the alleyway outside your apartment.

His neck snapped in a way that made your gut queasy, and his, now broken, nose looked funny, pointed so far to the right. Even through his odd mask, you could tell it wasn't a pretty one. You didn't mean to kick him. It just happened! You thought he was dead, and then he talked, and he sounded so casual that a natural fight or flight picked up in your brain and...well yeah.

..now you're dragging him into your apartment elevator. He was heavy, and you couldn't tell if it was because of his suit and armor or because of his own body weight. It was probably both. Luckily, the landlord just recently got the elevators fixed. You might have given up the moment you saw the stairs if they were the only option.

Now you were really doubting your decision as you stared down at this masked man on your couch. Basic respect kept you from pulling up his mask, and anxiety kept you wondering if the couch was too uncomfortable. You then had to remind yourself that you broke his fucking neck before dragging him up here. A deep sigh escaped your lungs, and you moped to the kitchen.

It didn't take long for your cup of coffee to brew, and you hummed in delight as you smelt the beverage. It may have been too late for caffeine, but you really needed a pick me up after the day you were having.

"Oh damn, I love that brand! Can I have some?" Wade's voice startled you, and your glass slipped from your hands. Hot coffee poured down the front of your cotton shirt, and you gasped in pain before dropping the mug. The noticeable cracking of the mug slipped your mind as you hastily pulled your soaked shirt away from your skin. You did NOT need to be burned on top of everything today.

Wade kissed his teeth and held a fist up to his mouth, tilting his head as if he had been the one burnt. "Ah, fuck, really didn't mean to scare ya toots." Ironic, you thought to yourself. It was way past that point after breaking his neck and-

.. wait, he looked fine. No, that's impossible. Surely you just couldn't see him properly because of the dim lights in your kitchen. Or maybe it was because of his suit. Oh! Perhaps you were dreaming, and all of this was a big nightmare.

"Uhm..nope, I'm very real princess." Wade's voice cut through the tense silence. After a few more seconds of staring at him, your eyes rolled back, and you stumbled to the floor. Wade wasn't even slightly fazed by this. He's had worse reactions to a first meeting with a stranger.

"And you haven't even seen my face yet, sweetness." He mumbled as he kneeled down next to you. He debated on what to do for a few seconds before huffing and shrugging his shoulders an 'oh well.' He stood back to his feet and opened your cabinet to find a clean mug. "Ohh~ I haven't had good coffee in ages!" He spoke to your unconscious form in excitement, pouring the hot liquid into the yellow mug. Wade smiled as he downed the coffee in one gulp, the steam coming out his nose. "That's the shit right there.." Wade belched with a nod.

And that's how he met his shy girlfriend..

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Months went by, and it wasn't long before Wade Wilson was wrapped around your finger. He would randomly appear in your home and stick around for hours at a time. Most nights, he wouldn't stay all night and would get out of your hair as you went to bed. Eventually, he came around and began sleeping on your couch.

This evolved into the big idiot coming to you after every mission, no matter the shape he was in. You became used to his company, and luckily, you grew used to the sight of blood and gore pretty fast. Even better, you enjoyed his personality. He was surprised with how fast you grew comfortable with his insane rambling and odd comments to "the audience past the screen." He found his feelings for you to start growing out of proportion.

Once he realized just how down bad he had gotten for you, he was very bold about his feelings. He wasn't trying to hide a single thing around you, especially his adoration for you. One thing led to another, and you both began to date.

After he brought you home blood-soaked take out bags and got down on one knee like he was going to propose to you. Outside of your home. Where all your neighbors could see, of course.

Despite the rocky start, it was a hit. The relationship between you both blossomed into a happy routine. But this didn't mean you grew out of your shy personality. Since day one, you have been quiet and reserved. And not in the way that you were keeping secrets. You answered any questions Wade had for you without missing a beat. But you would never initiate things unless he did. You never asked to see his face. You never once stated you wanted to know his career. Hell, Wade had to tell you himself that you should be angry with him for dragging blood into your apartment.

Wade was definitely the opposite. He was cocky, loud, flirtatious, funny, and if he had something to say he would fucking say it. He didn't need someone else to do it first. Perhaps this was mostly because he was an impatient man, but also because he had never been afraid of conflict. Hence why he became a mercenary in the first place. Plus, the money was damn good, too.

On one of the more slow days, Wade had decided to stay in your apartment and just wait for you to return home from work. You hadn't texted or called since your lunch break earlier, but he simply thought it was because you were busy. Surely you would call him on your way home, like you always do, to make sure he didn't need anything at the store. But your call never came.

Instead, Wade heard the front door quietly open and close. He smirked softly at the soft footsteps in the entrance hallway. "Took you long enough short cake! I was getting worried thinking about ya, I didn't want to have to eat dinner without my favorite dessert around." He would often tease you like this, and every time you would respond with a shy smile and a fond eye roll.

It was a beautiful smile.

And Wade felt his heart drop when he looked over his shoulder, peering over the back of the couch, to see you standing there. Your cheek was swollen, a slight cut on your lip, and a distant look in your eyes. There is no trace of the sweet girl he loved so much. You looked so numb at the moment.

Wade didn't hesitate to stand from the couch, but his actions made you blink out of the trance you found yourself in. You glanced at him and looked down at the floor, eyeing the trail of mud you tracked through the house. "I'm sorry.." You mumbled. Wade didn't get to say anything before you kicked off your shoes and started walking to your bedroom.

Wade silently followed you until he was standing in your bedroom doorway, watching you change into something more comfortable. You were moving like a zombie. He hated it. He was so used to your timid and slow movements because that's who you were. But this was..this was heartbreaking.

"I'll, uhm.. I'll clean up the mud after I change." You mumbled, pulling your arm through the hole of the T-Shirt. Wade stepped forward with a sigh. "Honey -" "I can cook dinner after, I meant to stop and get groceries on the way home but..I got sidetracked." You interrupted him, your quiet voice sounding forced. Almost as if you were holding back tears.

"Baby, stop -" But you interrupted him again when you attempted to push past him, probably trying to go to the kitchen. Wade gently gripped your arms to keep you in place as he stood in front of you, blocking your way. Your gaze stayed planted in front of you, as if you were looking through him. Wade leaned down so you would finally look at him. He could see the bruise forming under your eye better now. And something in his gut twisted painfully at the sight.

"What happened?" He said softly. You shrugged, and your eyelids fluttered softly. "It-It doesn't matter now. It's over, and I just want to relax." You sounded like you were trying to make yourself believe it more than Wade. And his eyebrows (or rather, where his eyebrows would be if he had any hair) furrowed, and he held eye contact with you. "What. Happened?" He was more stern this time.

Perhaps it was his serious demeanor that caused your facade to crack and crumble. He was never this way, even when he returned home missing limbs. The concern in his voice tilted your already fragile state. And you began to sob. Wade hadn't expected such a turn in emotions so fast, and he pulled you into his chest. He easily ran his fingers through your hair as he waited for you to calm down. Maybe Wade wasn't a patient man, and he was definitely too cocky for his own good, but when it came to you, he dropped all of this and just became Wade Wilson.

The man before the tests and experiments, before the laboratory and cancer, when he was just himself. And he loved that you did this to him. You put the scrambled pieces of his mind back together by just being with him. By loving and supporting him. And Wade would be damned if he let this situation go. He would stay and put your own broken heart back together. He didn't know what happened, but he could take a guess. And it wasn't pretty.

Especially for whatever asshat decided to lay their hands on you. But Deadpool could worry about that later. Wade Wilson was more worried about his girlfriend at the moment.

He soothed you and rubbed circles on your back, allowing you to cry into him. It was just you two in the whole world right now. And that's how you liked it. Everything else could wait until later.

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weneepie · 4 months ago

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sunshine w/ deadpool rules | m.list

note. hi there! glad you liked my first post, so here I am with another one! I had this idea with wade for a while and I really wanted to do it so there it is!! feel free to request <3

You didn’t even remember how you ended up sharing an apartment with no one else than Wade Wilson, also known as Deadpool ; but God knows how chaotic it was. The man was a mess, there were no other words than that. Sleeping schedule, bad habits, ADHD undiagnosed ; oh yes, living with him was tiring. Yet, it wasn’t the worst thing you ever experienced. In fact, Wade was probably the best thing that happened in your life in a long time ; even if you would never admit it.

Actually, you were the best thing that happened in his life too. He was acting like a fool all the time, like everything was always fine ; but when Vanessa left, everything became so hard for him. Until you arrived like the ray of sunshine that you were, showing him what it meant to be happy with someone again. Even if there was nothing official between the two of you, Wade knew his heart was all yours.

That night, you forced him to come with you and the rest of the group to this bar, not so far from your place. You were alone at the counter to grab your drink when you heard a voice you didn’t know talking to you. Avoiding it was your best solution, but the man didn’t give you the chance to do so. He put his hand on your shoulder and you felt the cold shiver down your spine bringing you violent disgust.

He didn’t have any spidersense, but Wade noticed that something was off almost immediately. It seemed that his own senses were made to protect you. He looked in your direction and saw how uncomfortable you were because of this random dude. He stood up in a second, coming closer to the counter. He wrapped his arm around your waist to bring you closer, forcing the stranger to let go of you. Wade left a kiss on your cheek, a smile on his lips.

“Taking your sweet time, pumpkin,” he started to say before glancing at the man. The stranger cleared his throat, offering his hand to Wade. “I’m…” He didn’t let him finish. “Leaving, right?” And the silence fell strong. They looked at each other for a moment before the man left, mumbling something into his beard. Wade sighed in an exaggerated manner, before letting go of you and coming in front of you.

“What a jerk! You’re okay?” He asked, and you slowly nodded as an answer. You were still feeling his hand on your waist, like it left a soft burn after his touch ; but you tried to act like nothing was happening inside of your head. You both got back with the rest of your friends, trying to forget about this.

You were sitting next to Yukio, talking with the girl about who knows what. You had this bright smile on your lips while giggling, the one you were only showing when you were all together ; and Wade noticed it. He looked at you, simply taking note mentally of how pretty you were. There was no doubt, you were his sunshine ; and he was ready to do absolutely anything to be sure that you would never lose this smile.

You were just the two of you, walking back home. You definitively drank too much, and Wade was glad that you were not coming home on your own. You were all giggling and smiling, talking to him about stuff he wasn’t understanding. At some point, he was carrying you on his back because your feet hurt too much. You didn’t have to ask for too long because this man couldn’t say no to you. Your face was hiding in the crook of his neck, mumbling some stuff he couldn’t get.

“What is it, sweetpie?” He asked with a soft smile, waiting for your answer. It took you some time, before your voice got out in a soft tone. “You’re the best Wade… Thank you for being here.” He was sure he heard you wrong, because there was no way you were saying this, right? But when he felt your grip around him tightening a little, it simply confirmed everything. Wade took a few moments to think about what to tell you ; until he heard your breath getting heavier. You were falling asleep, and he couldn’t give you any answer.

Anyway, it wasn’t like you would remember anything. He chuckled silently, holding you on his back. “I’m never leaving, pumpkin. Love ya too much for that.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and the silence after his words confirmed that you were asleep. So he simply walked you back to your shared apartment. He put you in your bed after taking off your shoes and your makeup.

When he joined his own bed, a flow of thought ran in his mind. But he shoved them away and closed his eyes, trying to sleep. After all, you didn’t hear anything. Or at least, that was what he thought. He wasn’t aware that you were now holding your blanket tightly, heart racing in your chest because of his words.

thank you for reading!

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons #deadpool #deadpool x reader #deadpool headcanons #wade wilson #wade x reader #wade wilson x reader

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captain039 · 4 months ago

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Late night dreams come true

Logan x reader x Wade

Logan x Wade

Warnings: Smut, oral f, threesome, fluff, swearing, Logan and Wade arguing, masturbating, feelings, use of daddy, Dom!Logan, Top!Logan, overstimulation

This is self indulgent don’t judge me 😤🫣

It’s the middle of the night and you can’t sleep. Doom scrolling on your phone, sprawled out like a starfish. You’re tense for some reason, on edge, did you forget to do something today? No, you’re pretty sure you’ve done everything. You just need to relax somehow. Your hand drifts between your thighs mindlessly, you press your fingers to your clit and rub gently while still looking at your phone. You huff a little putting your phone down and staring at the dark ceiling. You could. You shouldn’t there are two grown ass men in this house both mutants. Damn it you love both of them. Wade has been your friend for a few years now and Logan you’ve known about half a year and love him. You’d protect them without thought even if they were non dying mutants with extreme regenerative healing. You love your boys, maybe a little too much. Too many nights have you woken up in sweat and wet panties due to dreams that go beyond fantasy. You always want those dreams though, always thinking about them before bed hoping you dream about it. You sigh letting your hand still, it wouldn’t hurt anyone, just some relief.

You hide under the covers like some school girl, your mouth covered by the blanket and the rest of your body as you slowly build yourself up. You try to keep your breathing down and hitched, fingers rubbing at your clit quickly while you pump a finger in and out of your cunt. You can almost feel it there, chasing and chasing but it doesn’t come and a small whine leaves your lips. You hear whisper yelling outside before your door falls open and Wade falls through.

“Wade?!” You squeak hands leaving your underwear instantly.

“Hah, uh, wow that did not go according to plan, you absolute fucking moron!” Wade turns to yell at Logan who raises an eyebrow and is currently shirtless.

“What didn’t go to plan. The hell you guys doing?” You ask and Wade stands up with quick agility.

“I was gonna sneak in here give ya a little surprise under the sheets, wink wink, Wolvie here was gonna join too” you must be dreaming. Or you’re dead, definitely dead no way in hell both men come to you while you’re getting yourself off.

“And I’m the fucking moron” Logan grumbles pushes past Wade and lets himself in your bed. You frown as his face is inches from yours before his lips are on yours. You make a small sound of surprise. You melt too quickly, kiss him back quickly in your state of arousal as you hear Wade shuffling around. You feel the bed sheets move and frown but Logan’s hand grips your jaw and forces you to kiss him. You feel Wade under the sheets his hands running up your legs and you shudder. You feel Wade kiss up your legs, nipping your thighs while his hands go to your underwear. You make a surprised noise again, mouth opening and Logan takes advantage his tongue tangling with yours stealing your breath. Wade taps your hips and you lift them as he slides your underwear off. You’ve definitely died, that much is certain.

“Fuck” you hear Wade and flush pulling back so you can breathe.

“Oh Logan, our girl here definitely needs our help” Wade says and you wonder how the fuck he can see anything under the sheets.

“I bet she does” Logan’s voice is gravely as he murmurs in your ear. You grip the blanket and Logan rips it off, you see Wade between your legs sucking hickys into your thighs. You’ve left the curtains open to let the moonlight in, seeing Wade moonlit between your legs is a dream.

“Oh yeah” Wade moans.

“Gonna let me have a taste sweet cheeks?” Wade asks lifting his head to look at you while you nod silently. He grins, parts your thighs a little wider before his tongue slides through your folds.

“Fuck” you say in shock gripping Logan’s arm as the older man kisses and sucks on your neck. This feeling has been too long and your already worked up body is responding eagerly. You struggle to breathe as your hips grind against Wades face as he eats you out loudly. Logan captures your mouth again and you whimper against his lips. You feel his hand over your body before his rough fingers press against your clit while Wades tongue goes in and out of your entrance. You lean away from Logan’s mouth to breathe heavily as Logan rubs your clit with his rough finger tips. Logan kissed your neck again while Wade grips your thighs and keeps his tongue moving.

“Wade-“ you break off.

“Logan” you whine feeling your stomach clench tightly before euphoria washes over you and you’re coming. You breathe heavily and loudly, heart pounding in your ear as Wade laps up your release and Logan’s finger slow.

“Good girl” Logan rumbles in your ear and you let out a small whimper. Wade lifts his head, grinning as he wipes his face. What surprises you is Logan grabbing him by the neck and smashing their mouths together. You stare as Logan laps up your juices from his face and mouth moaning in the process. Jesus.

Wade whines and you see how hard he is against the grey sweats he’s got on, you’re pretty sure they’re Logan’s actually. Logan pulls back with a breath and Wade looks speechless for once.

“Fuck” Wade manages grinning before he leans down to kiss you too. Wade grinds himself against your stomach while your hands grip his shoulders before he pulls back.

“How you wanna play it?” Wade asks his smirk returning as you stutter.

“Oh baby we’re not finished” he adds. A thought flashes your mind and you feel yourself grow hotter.

“That oh, ho ho what was that, I saw it, come on tell me” Wade begs as you glance to Logan who waits patiently. You go shy instantly and shake your head.

“Come on suagr, tell Daddy” Wade continues to grin.

“Wade” Logan warns and you shake your head.

“I want-“ you stop feeling like a teenager.

“Come on sweetheart, we’ve got you however you want” Logan mutters against your ear and you turn to him. You feel safer to whisper it to the older man and lean up against his ear. You tell him your thoughts and a loud growl leaves the man.

“What, what come on! That’s not fair” Wade whines.

“Shut the fuck up” Logan growls and Wade pouts.

“You’re going to fuck her Wade, best get to that” Logan orders and Wades in action instantly. He’s up, getting his pants off in a hurry while you watch Logan stand. You fear you’ve made him uncomfortable, the tense muscles, hell you don’t know how Wade will react. Logan goes to leave the room and you panic.

“Hey, what gives?” Wade says.

“I’m getting something” Logan snaps and disappears. You hate yourself and ruined any chances as Wade leaves his boxers.

“Hey, sugar we can still have fun” Wade coos as you feel like you want to cry.

“No, no” Wade climbs back in the bed cradling you close and it feels nice to be against his heated body. Logan comes back a small bottle in his hand and you frown. The man frowns at you both before he hands at the edge of the bed. You see the tent in his pants.

“You want me to tell him?” Logan asks and you nod slightly.

“She wants you to fuck her, while I fuck you” Logan says looking directly at Wade stern features not falling and your body goes hot.

“Oh sweet mother Mary” Wade mutters.

“I just, it’s played in my head before, along with other things, but-“ Wade stops you his lips on your again. He kicks off his shorts and snags a pillow from under your head. He kneels over your thighs.

“Scootch down sugar” Wades voice is deeper, husky as you shuffle down. Wade holds your hips up in one hand while sliding the pillow under the other before he kisses you again. Wade slides your shirt off eyes going to your tits instantly as he kneads them in his hand. Logan moves behind him and you feel the bed dip.

“I said to fuck her” he mutters against Wades ear teeth nipping the lobe and Wade shudders making you shuddering in response.

“Yes Sir” Wades moving again slotting his hips between yours giving his cock a few strokes.

“Can you roll over?” Wade asks and you nod. He moves out the way while your roll over, your ass in the air as Wade gives it a squeeze.

“You ready?” He asks you and you nod too quickly and eagerly which makes him smirk as he slides in. You moan feeling him stretch your walls.

“Jesus fuck!” Wade mutters against your shoulder blades. You hear the pop of a cap and a soft ‘easy’ from Logan before Wade shudders above you again. You can’t see anything with your head against the pillow, but Wade moves slowly, in then out, the sweet slow friction making you moan softly. Wade wiggles his hips a bit a moan coming from him before he sets a rhythm. You try to turn your head seeing Logan behind Wade hand by his ass. Wade’s fucking himself back on Logan’s fingers and into your cunt with his rhythm. You moan at the thought and feeling eyes closing before Wade thrusts harshly. You make a broken moan as does he and you feel the extra weight of Logan against you both.

“Fucking fuck how did you get wetter” Wade says against your back as you clench around him.

“Fuck” Wade draws out as you hear Logan grunt.

Logan sets the pace, fast and hard and you struggle to breathe, you grip your sheets and listen to both men pant and Wade moan. You clench around Wade feeling yourself on another orgasm as you angle your hips a little more. You feel a hand on your clit, not Wades, rough fingers, Logan’s. You whimper and whine feeling tears brim your eyes as your lower stomach tightens and you cum harshly. You let out a broken cry feeling Wade pounding into you with Logan’s harsh thrusts. You feel Wade pulse before he’s still and coming inside you while Logan still pounds from behind. The jolts sending overstimulation through your body as tears roll down your face. Logan stills with a low growl and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. Wades panting against your back and you’re trying to keep your tears in. Logan’s first to move and Wade rolls to your side.

“Hey” Wade mutters softly bringing you closer to lie on his chest.

“Sorry” you mutter.

“Don’t be sorry baby girl, fuck me that was hot” Wade let’s out a breathy laugh and you smile a bit looking for Logan. He’s got a small cloth in his hands and cleans you gently making you whine.

“Sorry bub” he whispers. He throws another cloth to Wade who grunts and huffs but cleans himself. Logan goes in behind you, arm going over your waist, strong body against your back. You feel him kiss the back of your head and smile as Wade kisses your forehead. You watch Logan’s hand rest on Wades that’s on his stomach and smile as you close your eyes.

#deadpool and wolverine #Wade x reader #Logan x reader #Logan x reader x Wade #Logan x wade #wolverine x deadpool #poolverine #x reader #smut

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bruh-anator3000 · 4 months ago

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im obsessed with the Black Cat, I hope that's clear, too. and Miguel. And Logan and Wade, so what if we mashed them all up in a blender and see what happens?

Edit: I didn't mean for this one to get so out of hand, but it did, so its a short story now I guess.

Warnings: sexual themes, hella suggestive, SPOILERS HINTED from the new Deadpool, tension sexy styles, I might get Gambit '97 involved so we can listen to '4 big guys' for part two, it is a love triangle/square, trust and don't worry. Everyone's bisexual. No pronouns for reader used, but written w fem!reader in mind, that's why I'm saying bisexual, but this could just be gay for my amabs.

Parinings: Black Cat!reader x Miguel O'Hara x Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson (uh-huh. I said what I said)

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Like, you didn't want to bring your roommates along with you for this heist. God. You didn't even want their sticky fingers on the paper plans. But you were running low on rent, Blind Al was a bitch now that they suspended her coke supply, and your normal crew got sick!

Dr. Boris Korpse was the smartest man alive. He could hack any system, jimmy any lock, and blew the ones he couldn't up. Bruno wasn't the brightest, but he was the bravest. And he had the muscles to prove it. He was a great getaway driver, too. And they were sick.

Wade was smart... enough. Logan was... decently strong. Logan was more of a brute, actually. Careless with his strength when it came to it, but trusting Wade Wilson to drive you home safe? With his self destructive streak? It was safer to have him do the code cracking. Hopefully.

"I wonder how many people caught the earlier exposition is from the actual comics," Wade grunted under his mask, typing in a special security code into the keypad.

Looking around with furrowed brows, he did realize it was just you three, right? You glanced at Logan, wondering if he understood what Deadpool was saying. He only gave a slight shake of his head.

"It's a quick in and out," You reminded the two, walking past the gates as the hissed open, thanks to Wilson. How he knew the password so easily, you didn't know. He said something about 'writer being too lazy to build up to the reveal,' which made it 'easier to follow if he just knew.'

Logan grunted as he followed. It frightened you how well he could retain the plans you've gone over so many times this week. It was great for him, and for you! But also sucked, because they guy replacing your 'smart guy' still needed a refresher.

You take your stance beside the large bars hiding the painting. Idly looking around while Logan let out a primal roar as he pried the gap between the metal bars wider.

"I bet that's what it sounds like when you're close, huh?" Wade snickered, pinching the yellow fabric on his hips. You cringed for several reasons. Wade's constant immaturity. And, God's above, Logan's ridiculous outfit.

Honoring the X-men or not, the yellow was as bright as a trafficlight.

You slipped through the widened gap now, ignoring Wade's whistle behind you. "You do realize this is supposed to be a silent mission?" You sneered, now on the other side of the enclosure.

Wade shrugged. "Don't worry, peaches. Nothing bad ever happens to the sexy ones. Logan might get left behind, but you and me?" His mask hid the way he bit his lip and winked. It looked like he was just staring at you.

"Alright." You sighed and moved on. That was the best way to handle these two. They gave you no other choice. I mean, you could give in and fuck them, but you were planning to save that for later if they did a good job tonight.

With the painting carefully removed, the bars bent back in place, and Wade managing to keep his pants on for a few minutes, all that was left to do was leave. You had Logan carry the painting as you all ran back to the World War 1 exhibit - the way you entered through.

You made sure the two were in front of you the entire time. You couldn't risk them getting lost, their bulk and dead brains might break something if you weren't watching them carefully. And the red and blue lights glowing as you ran past were not any help.

You stopped dead in your tracks. That wasn't your normal bisexual lighting. There were no sirens, either.

You jogged back a few paces, stopping by the archway of one of the many halls in the museum. Face to face with the digital glow of a blue and red mask.

"Hey Spider," Grinning softly, you leaned on the doorway. The Spider-Man hung upside-down on his red wire webs, per usual. You didn't need to see his sexy face to see that stoic pout he always wore.

"Good evening." He greets in that deep voice, hinting with an accent you loved. The red outlines of his eyes squinting as you boop his nose. "Are we really going to do this tonight?" He scowls, and you swoon.

He flips down, landing on his feet. Broad shoulders and thin waist beautifully extenuated by the suit that was more code than fabric. Towering over you, red blades on the back of his forearms.

"At least take your mask off," You taunt. To which he does. When has Miguel ever denied that request? As infuriating as it was, it was also a very freeing day when the two of you finally put the suits aside and fu- talked. In bed.

His brown curls looked neat today. Dark red eyes watching your every move. That pout on his sharp angled face was too cute. He was so grumpy all the time.

He glances behind you, leaning over slightly to look at the damage you've done. "Portrait of Madame X?" He notes the missing piece of work. Thick brow arching in suspicion.

You shrug. "She's an idol of mine." An idol worth 20 million to your buyer. But he didn't need to worry his pretty little head about the details.

"Do you want a 10 second head start?" He offers, placing a hand by your head and leaning in. Keeping you between his hard chest and the wall. His lips parted with a slight smirk.

"Bub, where'd you go?" Logan's gruff voice grows closer. Wade skipping alongside him. Both of them stopping dead in their tracks at the sight of Miguel.

His mask quickly ripples into place and he steps back, snarling. "Who are you?" His eyes dart to the painting you were supposed to be stealing, in some other man's hold. Keeping his body towards and more in between to block you from the other two, he snarls.

"I am soaking wet right now." Wade groans softly, admiring this little stand off. He wasn't kidding, Spider-Man had been in his 'hit' list for a few years now.

Miguel bristles, back going tense. And as great of a view that was, you knew it meant trouble.

"No, they're with me." Grabbing his broad and beefy shoulder, you push him back. Accidentally putting yourself in the middle of this odd triangle you've created.

Miguel glowers at you. "My regulars were out. I needed an extra hand." You shrug it off. That's all they were. Extra hands. In a heist. You totally weren't going to make out with them on the car ride home.

Tension thick, your shoulders weigh down as you look at all three of the men. A tinge of embarrassment hits you as you realize how similar their figures looked. You definitely had a type.

Wade breaks it up, or attempts to with another sentence you don't exactly understand. "Jesus, if the writer would get over themselves, I would fuck you two so hard." He gestures to Logan and Miguel. Earning an angry grunt from both of them that just seems to further his excitement.

"I'm so pissed we have to wait for a part two."

"Part two? Of what?" You raise a brow, looking at Wade.

He waves a hand. They don't get it.

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But you do. And if you want a part two, please let me know! This was just an idea festering (that got out of hand a little) and I'm not sure what to make with it just yet. I also need a title for this, so if you guys have any suggestions, please let me know. Love you!

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