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WADE WILSON X FEM READER

deadpool one shot fanfiction

WARNINGS

•cussing

•tooth aching fluff

•grumpy x sunshine trope

•slight oc reader

sweet side reserved for wade

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“what happened to you?”

that was the first thing wade spoke when he walked into the kitchenette he pays for monthly. in the room is colossus looking a little down, like a kicked puppy.

he flinched and turned to him, “your mean girlfriend! that’s what!” he yelled out in a sort of odd anger.

“reader?” wade asked, doubting him already, “she wouldn’t hurt a fly,” he said but the hurt man didn’t budge, wade rolled his eyes, “alright, pookie, what’d she do?” wade asked in a sort of exaggerated tone.

“she’s so rude! i just asked how was her day and she practically insulted everything about me with her look,” he shivered, “the way she stared at me said everything, and then she turned away and said shut up.”

wade looked at him like he said there was a naked old lady in front of him, “dude, what the fuck are you saying?? she’s way to nice to do that!” wade was playing it off as a joke, but he was starting to feel a tinge of offensive for the absent you.

“no, she’s not! she seems to only be nice to you, wade.”

wade rolled his eyes, “as if,” and before he could continue, your voice appeared behind him.

“as if what, wade?” you asked in a sort of soft tone, yet your face was still rbf as ever. you walked over and stood next to wade. you two have been dating for a few weeks now, you were just barely getting touchy with him.

he grinned and slipped his arm around your waist, tugging you into him, “he thinks you’re mean,” he said in a teasing tone, “which i told him is impossible, you’re to nice,” he brought his hand up and used a finger to boop your nose.

you felt your face heat up as you turned your head to the side to look away, yet not pull away.

“i’m not,” you mumbled.

he did his little man-giggle thing he always does and pulled you tighter, you both heard collosus grumble before pushing past the two of you.

you watched his back as he left, meanwhile wade just stared at you. he liked how you looked tucked against him. once the leaving man was away, or at least far enough for you to feel more comfortable, you skipped your arm out of of the crossed way they were and slid it around wade’s waist, tugging him closer. though you still didn’t look at him, your face to heated for you to look at him and not feel awkward.

“he said you’re only nice to me,” wade pressed his face flat against your cheek in a weird way, his nose almost poking yours.

you felt a soft chuckle leave your mouth as you turned around and pressed your forehead to his, now both of your noses squished together and a childish grin toying on his face.

“i’m not nice,” you said, now a soft smile dawning on your own mouth.

he rolled his eyes, “you’re way nice, my little pumpkin seed thing,” you raised your eyebrows a little.

“y’know,” you muttered, “sometimes i think you don’t know what nicknames your saying, just letting your brain go on auto mode.”

he shrugged his shoulders, “probably, but you looo~ooveeee them,” he said in a sort of cheeky way as he leaned his chin down and pressed a very harsh kiss on your cheek, causing the flesh to press to your teeth.

you laughed a little and pulled your face back. he made a sort of offended sound and reeled his head back just enough to get a good look at you, and for you to see his offended look, “i’m sorry? did my princess peanut just move away from my gorgeous lips?”

you laughed again, “no way, why would i move away from them?” you asked as you looked directly at them. you moved your hand up and gently swiped at the scarred lips, “you need some chapstick,” you mumbled as you gently padded at his lower lip, “you’re lips are dry, they’ll start to peel,” you said your slightly worried words unknowingly to yourself.

his lips turned up, tightening under your touch, and then his tongue poked out and slipped onto your finger where this time you reeled back with a grossed out look.

“ew!!” you yelled, quickly wiping your finger onto his own shirt.

he rolled his head and dipped his head, “my tongue has practically been down your throat, fuck you mean ew?”

your face heated up again, “that’s different,” you muttered.

he laughed, “you’re to cute!! you’re like a grumpy cat with a soft side! my little macho kitten!”

you looked up at him and rolled your eyes before standing up a little straighter and pressing your lips to his. you weren’t one to initiate kissing or anything, except for when the two of you first got together. so wade was a little taken aback, but quickly pushed against you to, loving the feeling of you with him.

the two of stayed like that for a few minutes, your tongue now down his throat, his back pressed against the counter as he bent a little so you could reach him, and finally, you both pulled apart, foreheads touching.

before you both could speak, another voice joined in.

“you mother fuckers better not be making out in my kitchen!” blind al yelled as she stepped in further, a yapping mary puppins at her feet.

you were fast to separate, even pushing him away where his head hit the cupboard. you now stood on the other side of the kitchen, face burning as you watched blind al.

“no, we weren’t,” you mumbled embarrassingly.

wade barked out a laughter, “no, we weren’t,” he agreed and he watched you relax, but he wasn’t really one to just leave it, “we were fucking.”

you threw him a wide eyed, brow furrowed look as your face burned more, “no no no! we were not! i, you know i wouldn’t! i mean, i would never do, uh, that stuff under your roof, wade!” you yelled and shot him a glare, “tell her you lied!”

he just laughed and replied with, “i’m so offended! i thought we had something, reader!”

your face went ten times shader as you looked back at blind al, your eyes now big and looking sort of whiny, “i did not, we did not! please don’t believe him!” you said in a sort of whiny tone.

blind al brushed it off, “i know you to weren’t, he’d be to fucking loud for me not to know,” blind al barked out as she opened the fridge and pulled out a beer where she knew it was.

wade watched as you practically deflated, a hand over your chest as you calmed yourself down.

wade was quick to get to your side, “didn’t know it’d be that bad,” he said jokingly, but a part of him was a tad bit hurt you found messing around with him that repulsive.

you looked up and glared, “keep it up, and i’ll show you fucking,” you mumbled low and wades eyes widened as it was his turn for his face to heat up as a grin formed on his face.

“ME AND HER FUCKERD,” wade yelled out and something about how you grabbed his arm told him he wasn’t gonna regret doing that.

[eyesxxyou]

Knife play smut ahead bewarned! Deadpoolxreader

Deadpool hobie being extremely skilled with weapons to where he can use real ones on you (no harm will ever come to you as hes extremely skilled with all his weapons or any weapon.) so he has a knife you got welded for him, this knife has y’all’s initials on it. Hes tracing it all over your body while hes thrusting into you, mind you this hes in an alleyway with you still dressed as the vigilante/antihero he is. Your hands pressed against the wall as he fucks you from behind. The knife tracing your spine, your neck, any place it can. The enticing feeling it gives you, sending your body into jolts of pleasure. Even with the jolts of pleasure no cuts come to you, hobie knows how you are when you are being fucked so ruthlessly by him. Especially when that man is overstimulating you, he finally cums in you when your on your last orgasm. While he cums in you his knife is up to your neck, your hair pulled back by his other hand. Hes looking at you as your eyes are crossed eyed for you. Your legs give out under you soon, its surprising they didnt give out earlier. Deadpool hobie quickly catches you in the hand that was in your hair before you fall to the ground. Putting up his knife he makes sure yalls clothes are properly on before he takes you home.

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Babe, invest in writing fics IMMEDIATELY. do not wait, do not hesitate, just DO IT

[jessiquinn]

Drug (Deadpool x reader)

This is not an old one, I hope you like it. I’m trying to write spicy things but my morals stopping me. hopefully, soon I’ll publish my unholy fics hehehee

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someone paid you to partner up with another mercenary to assassin some gang members or whatever, but guess who you’re going to work with? with The one and only Deadpool, You 2 are kind of enemies tho... shit.

You accidentally drank some random drink on the floor... guess what’s gonna happen?

Warning:

1-bad writing. 2-soft spicy. 3-Deadpool (soft tho) 4-violence. 5-drugs. 6-under the influence.

Yeah this is a random Idea I had and I wrote it I hope you like it!!!

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disliking Deadpool for a long time without even knowing the reason, some mysterious reason that EVEN you don't know, he just makes you frustrated... idk

To him tho... He has the biggest crush ever on you but decides to act as if he hates you instead because, in his logic, you would never like someone as "ugly" as him

so in conclusion you both kind of despise and avoid each other... but with the writer's power those 2 are united together hehehehehe

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finished from the mission already, I’m so thirsty, I knew I should've packed with me some wat- a random (water?) bottle on the ground.. hmm, I’m really thirsty, I don’t think anything is going to happen...

meanwhile, Deadpool giving them some final blows and punches, you started feeling strange.. slowly your face started heating up.

Fuck it’s drugged, what the hell did they put in this?

Deadpool looked at you "DONE ThAt was easy" cleaning his hands

panting, begging for air out of nowhere, it’s not like I’m suffocating, but it’s too hot... hoping Deadpool didn't notice...

Deadpool notices, "um.. hey are you alright" cleaning his katana from the blood

Your face turned redder after what he said, WTF, trying not to face him "I'm... fine" collecting your things, taking your leave, well... almost

"I know I might not be the smartest person, but you don't look so good" his full focus is now on you, confusion was written on his mask

"wow thank you for the input" rolling your eyes and getting ready to leave from the window

"I didn't mean it like that, of course, you don't look good but you look worse than before," Deadpool said trying to joke but being serious at the same time

"Deadpool the mission is over, now leave me alone" about to jump out of the window but your body turns against you, your legs got wobbly resulting in almost DYING.

Deadpool caught you "Woah there, what the hell were you planning to do!?" he's worried now

"don't get any wrong ideas, Just leave me here I can handle myself" trying to sound angry so he leaves you ugh!

he got quiet, trying to connect the dots of what was happening...

Oh God no! that's going to be SO embarrassing! + he’s still holding my waist.

"as your partner in this mission I'm not leaving you here, you can't even walk on your own" started lifting you

"No. no, stop this, we are not friends nor even colleagues! so stop acting like one! I can do it by myself!"

To you, you sounded angry and capable of that but to him, it's obvious something is wrong + you barely said those words with a straight face

ignoring what you just said, lifting you up from your waist.

got you feeling some kind of way. oh god. he's still holding me

examining your eyes and your breathing "you look like you are under some kind of drug, oh IMAGINE if you took some kind of sex drug! THAT is funny!" laughing at his own joke

every touch from him sent electricity through your body

That bitch! why am I feeling this way just by his touch and words

Deadpool pov

hmm? blushing, heavy breathing, soft sounds, and constant swearing? interesting

Everyone pov again

This is getting too intense I need to leave before he realizes that his joke might be true...

pushing him from you, getting up as fast as you could, "I'm fine, now leave me alone!" heading to the window again to run before he finds out.

pulling you down on the floor without a sweat,

a small moan got out of you, covering your face embarrassment, shame washes over you.

he's basically sitting on you "did you just MOAN?!" in a high voice "you like it rough, I see" in low voice "so I was right! you are on some kind of sex drug!" getting closer to you, your breathing gets heavier

"wow... you are this bad huh.." low voice again

"Just leave me alone Deadpool, save the embarrassment for the both of us" literally begging

staring at him...damn...he's so freaking attractive, his body with this suit...

"why are you looking at me like you're going to devour me.." confused, feeling self-conscious now

with some power left in you, pushing him and getting on top of him "I'm going to tell you this for the last time" breathing heavily "leave before something you might regret happens"

this time it was his time to blush

seeing him from here, he looks so freaking hot

"hmm .. idk, what are you going to do" his smirk grows

"I'm... I..."

"yeah yeah come on"

"I... don't know maybe do something with that sexy body of yours" your face turns redder

"wh- did you- Nah your down badd"

returning to your normal state "I'm sorry I'm really sorry I need to go" getting up but then falling on him again, how embarrassing

smelling his scent he smells so good, everything about him looks amazing

grabbing you by your waist "honestly, you look so good on top of me, but you're under the influence, as much as I like it I can't" lifting you up from him

"huh...w-"

"Plus you would never say those things if you were sober" disappointed from his own thought, "why are you saying that.... you are hot, idiot" you finally admitted.

"Sure... wait till you see what's under the mask" getting up and cleaning himself up.

the drug intensifies, pinning him on the wall, "stop saying that!", "damn chill, say what",

"You know what I mean!" taking your gun out, "woah calm down there" Deadpool, "Stay! stay where you are or I'll shoot!" pointing it at him.

"chill! Ok I'm there, lower the gun now" Deadpool said,

we all know this gun can’t do shit to him, but he’s curious.

tying him up before he gets up, "finally, you look so good tied up like that" looking at him tied, lust covering your eyes

getting closer to him and hugging him smelling his scent "worth it... so worth it"

"You know you could've asked for cuddles? right! just say it! no need to kill me or TIE me up!"

"oh please, I don't think you can handle it" smirking at him.

ops unfortunately it’s family-friendly -_-

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this is family-friendly unfortunately, that’s why it turned out like that, I’m such a hypocrite because I read smuts a lot but I can’t write one -_- well I wrote some but I’m too shy to publish them here

[whitestar-16]

New chapter is up guys!

Universal Problems (Deadpool x Reader) - Chapter 16 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/b6FgZSYcmZ 

[trickstergabriel69]

Would you be willing to do a 56 and 66 from the prompt list for DeadpoolxReader? -🥀

Ah shoot! If I could find the list again anon I shall!

[multifandomtrash69]

Video chat

Pairing: Deadpool x F- Reader

Warnings: its deadpool , so language and some sexual innuendos

y/n - your name

You were sitting in your room browsing through a fashion magazine when your phone buzzed indicating someone was Video calling you , you answered it and found yourself looking at a familiar masked man .

Wade: well hello there cutie !

You: wade don’t start with me today .

Wade: I see somebody woke up on the wrong side of the floor today .

You: enough , is there a reason you video called me instead of coming over ? You literally live like two floors away .

Wade: close your eyes and I’ll show you .

You: not happening, the last time you told me to do that you took off your mask and I almost pissed my pants .

Wade: you’re no fun .

You: no I’m reasonable , now tell me what you want ?

Wade: I wanted to show you what I did for you .

You: show me then .

Wade: hold on , I’ll go get him.

He goes out of view for a minute and then comes back into view holding the head of your ex who’d been stalking you for the past three years.

You: oh my god ! You killed him ? For me ?

Wade: of course I did it for you ,He was a jackass anyway .

You: well i can’t argue with the jackass part . But you know I’m going to have to let the police know what you’ve done .

Wade: I’m afraid I’m not going to let you do that , I wouldn’t last a day in prison .

You: that’s true . Why don’t you come over and have dinner with me tonight and maybe I won’t call the police .

Wade: I’ll be there in 10 .

You: see you then .

You hung up and went into the kitchen to make some tacos for you guys to eat . You had just finished cooking when someone knocked on your door .

You: come in .

Wade: oh my god ! You made tacos ? I fucking love tacos !

You: I know that ,That’s why I made them .

Wade: well lets eat and then maybe we can “eat” if you know what I mean .

You: god wade , you’re such a creep .

Wade: I know .

After you finished your tacos you were sitting in your living room watching some crappy movie .

Wade: you know you’re the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen .

You: shut up ! You don’t mean that .

Wade: of course I do .

You: well the I guess you wouldn’t mind if I did this ..

You lifted up his mask enough to plant a soft kiss on his mouth.

Wade: holy shit !

You: now why don’t you head home .

Wade: you fucking tease . I’m touching myself tonight .

You: go home wade .

Wade: bye .

You: bye .

He walked out and went home .

You: at least he didn’t stab something this time .

[slum-eater03]

WADE WILSON X FEM READER

WARNINGS

•cussing

•abuse of substances (alcohol and nicotine)

•fluff shaded as angst

•horrible miscommunication

•grumpy x sunshine trope

•suicide thoughts

(THIS IS ALL AFTER VANESSA AND WADE BREAK UP, I DO NOT CONDOL CHEATING, YOU LITTLE UNICORNS!!!!)

a major misunderstanding

you didn’t want to be sitting at the bar with a guy you barely knew, but sometimes you just don’t get what you want.

you nodded briefly at the man sitting next to you who was on a rant about some business deal you honestly couldn’t careless about. you felt bad at the beginning for even entertaining the idea of going on a date with him, but then the guilt was over thrown by max force with annoyance as the man never seemed to shut up.

here’s the thing about you, you hated talking, but along side not liking talking, you hated when others talked to you. liked being alone, no, not liked, just more comfortable. you grew up forced to be an introvert, which soon became your whole personality. though over time, the whole introvert act, just became asshole act. you were mean, you knew that. you pushed every single person away. hating all their presences, getting annoyed by things they couldn’t help, like a twitch of the eye or a lisp.

you were just a border line asshole, but you had a good job which made you good money, so who the fuck cares about having a good personality?

except, all of that was a lie. sure, you were a huge asshole, you knew that, accepted it, even appreciated it a few times when it came to border line annoying people. but you didn’t hate everyone. you didn’t find everyone absolutely annoying. you didn’t hate all chatter boxes.

no, you enjoyed his chatter mouth. you enjoyed his annoying little quirks, you enjoyed his tendencies to rant about whatever, whenever. you liked his silly jokes, you liked the way he wore clothes -even if they made him look weird, like those cartoon unicorn merch shirts? yeah they’re fucking annoying, but on him? bitch, i fucking love that show-. you enjoyed the way he could go on about anything, you didn’t just like him, but you weren’t ready to admit that, not to yourself, and especially not him.

especially right now, since he sent you a text saying, “hey, i’m leaving town, i won’t be able to talk for a little bit,” and then proceeded to ignore for a few months. like, what?

you understood what he meant about needed time for his job, which you also knew after he drunkenly told you about his job and all that -and you still stayed by his side, just needing a little time for that information to settle- you gave him time, but three weeks, no talk? no text? nothing saying, “hey, i’m alive, few cuts and scratches, but i’m breathing,” then going back to ignoring you.

so worry ate and ate at you. you’ve stayed up almost every single night, until finally you drank yourself dumb. now that sounds ridiculous, right? who stays up worrying every night for some guy?

first, you need to understand where you sit with the man. you haven’t known him long, just a year and five or take a few months prior his disappearance. but within that year, actually, within the month of knowing him, you had the biggest transition of your life.

your first meeting with Wade Wilson will always be one of your most weirdest night -and best blessing- of your life.

“wow, that’s a whole shit ton of alcohol,” a man’s voice showed up next to you and you flinched at the sudden interruption of your brooding silence.

you grunted and swung your head back, downing the rest of the bottle.

“so someone’s had a rough day,” the cheery voice says as he slides into the booth across from you. you slam your bottle down and glare at him. you’re stunned by his face though. he doesn’t have eyebrows, hair, none of that.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer, cutie pie,” he winks but you can see the hurt in his eyes. guilt consumes you immediately when you realized you were staring in such a rude way.

“nah, i’m not a picture person,” you muttered as you signaled the waitress. she nodded at you, mentally saying she’ll meet with you in a little.

“really? you look like you do photography,” he leans on his hand and you sigh.

“is there a reason you’re sitting with me?” you asked as you met his eyes, your usual glare staring him down. yet he simply smiles in a sort of giddy way, making him look, gay or child like, which sounds bad, but that’s just what he looks like.

“nope, actually, i chose the most depressing, most lonely looking person and sat with them, i got a bet going on with a buddy over there,” he nods his head.

you don’t bother turning your head and simply nodded, “what’s the bet?” you grumbled out. though he couldn’t answer because a woman’s voice came up from next to you.

“hello, sorry for the wait,” she chuckles nervously. you turn your glaring gaze over at her and nod, “it’s uh, very busy tonight.”

you nod in understanding, but by the way she looks around nervously, you don’t look very understanding.

“just another beer,” you looked over at the man who was simply watching the interaction, “and uh, one for him,” you nod at him. you still felt a fading guilt from before.

she nods her head and walks away with a nervous smile.

“man, you have a HARD rbf, sister,” he speaks up as you turn back to him, rolling your eyes.

“i’m for real! you had her shaking in her pretty lil boots, matey!” he suddenly had a pirate accent. you gave him a sort of look that said, ‘tf are you on???’

“yeah, whatever, anyways, what was the bet?” you asked, steering the conversation back to the main topic.

“if i could get your number,” he said in a oddly cheery voice when saying those words.

“what?” you asked in a ‘blown out of this fucking world’ way.

he shrugs, “well, when he first say you, he was like, ‘holy shit Wade, look at that chick,’ and when i turned to look, i thought he was talking about that lady over there with the mohawk,” he nods his head over to the side where you took a glance at -and there was a woman with a bright blue mohawk and grinning face as she flirted drunkenly with another woman who just smiled fondly at her- “but i was like, ‘what? that’s clearly her girlfriend,’ and he was like, ‘who tf you talking about, Wade?’ and so i pointed out mohawk girly and he was like, ‘no, you dumbass,’ which hurts my feelings because i am NOT a dumbass, anyways, he goes on about how he was talking about YOU and i was like, ‘wow, she needs some pinky pie in her life’,” you felt your face reel back a little in confusion about who the hell pinky pie was, but still let him finish his story, “and then BOOM, here i am, blessing your presence with, well, me,” he winked.

you stared at him before your eyes widened in realization, not once were you annoyed. actually, you liked the little rant, it confused you sometimes, but still.

you look down at the table and chuckled before looking back up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips.

his eyes widened and a very childish grin pulled on his own lips, “you’re smiling! see, you’re not so macho man, cold hearted looking when you smile, senorita!”

you stared at him before looking around. you looked at the back pack -which of course is yours because stealing is very bad >:( - and you pull out a pen. you grabbed a napkin from the napkin dispenser and quickly wrote down your phone number.

your smile had already dropped, your face going back into its resting bitch face, but something about how light your eyes looked, told Wade you just might now be this whole ‘macho man, cold hearted’ human being.

you slid the paper across the table, “you won the bet,” you said as you looked back at your backpack and slipped your own back into it.

just then, two glass beers slammed onto the table, which the waitress apologized for the loud slam before running back to help with some rowdy guys.

he took one beer and you took yours, taking a few gulps before looking back at him.

“i’ll text then, princess,” he winked, “now,” he sighs as he places his scarred hands on the table and stood up from the booth, “i’ll leave you to your brooding silence.”

though something ached, you wanted him to stay you realized. you feel your eyes widen and your face heat up fast at the thought. you.. wanted a chatter box to stay?

you quickly stammered out, “yeah, okay, bye,” which sounded awkward and sterner, but he simply laughed and bowed in a sort of prince type way before walking to his friend.

you instantly put your hands to your face and pressed your cheeks down, you felt insane.

of course, that was only the beginning. you got back to your apartment just a few minutes after Wade talked to you. you felt to conscious knowing that the man who made you flush like that could see you, so you made a run for it.

your apartment complex isn’t far from the said bar, just a mile walk, give or take a few feet. knowing you don’t have to walk far is what gives you confidence to walk in the dark, well and the fact that little to no people talk with you, much less interact with you, unless it’s for work or in general need you. which even then, you’re last resort.

you had planned on staying at the bar till it closes, 3am, because you don’t have work the next day. you work five days out of the week, getting Sunday and Monday off.

usually on work nights, you go home and smoke away, fucking your lungs real bad. but, you couldn’t careless. the constant mental stress and aches was to much, you needed an out, nicotine was your way. well, and alcohol.

right as you got home, you slipped your shoes off, jumped into your bed, and freaked out over what had happened. the question toying with your mind at a constant was, “why was he different?”

and you haven’t gotten an answer yet, not even during present time. that’s a question you constantly asked, “why, out of the 8 billion of human beings, and the good amount of the ones you met, why was he the only one? you could just barely stand your family, you barely could stand your work mates, why could you stand him, even more, why did you enjoy him and yearn for him? you don’t fucking know why.”

you finally fell asleep, and you liked how you. you liked how you fell asleep to thinking of the scarred man, rather than the ugly thoughts that plague your mind at an almost constant.

but your sleep was awoken by the buzz, and quite frankly, loud notifications.

you groaned as you flipped your phone on its back and peered at the notifications. a random number. you groaned in confusion before sleep took over you once more.

only in the morning did you see that it was Wade who spammed you at 1 in the morning on a very late Saturday night, very fucking early Sunday morning.

which that text lead to many hang outs, sleepovers, calls, face times, yapping sessions. it lead to many moments between you two. with the both of you appreciating all the nice warm moments, and even the cold moments. you both matched each other.

which leads you to the days of no contact on Wade’s side. at first, you were fine. that lasted a few days. then worry started nipping at your confidence that he was a fucking okay. then the nipping turned to tsunami’s after two weeks of zero contact. you called him a few times, not trying to be over bearing or possessive, i mean,. you guys weren’t dating or anything.

you texted at least once ever two days, but that stopped three weeks into the no contact. then you accepted it. you cried about it to, which you weren’t the crier type, or at least not for real life situations, you were a big crier for sad movies.

you hated everything about yourself and cursed yourself for running out the only good in your life. then it started messing up your work life, which when you admitted it all to your boss -who’s actually a very nice old man- he said to take leave for two weeks. which you did, but when you came back, you had a front. you did your job perfectly, just as normal, but panic attacks arose every time you thought about how you were such a dick head, that the nicest person, most beautiful, heart warming, chatter box of a man left you.

then from a pack of cigarettes a week, turned to three. sleepless nights got more frequent, you felt like an obsessive ex. you hated how you were acting, you knew it wasn’t fair for Wade. he didn’t deserve it. every time you got home, you’d feel empty, every time you went to work, you’d be empty.

then the suicidal thoughts came in. the thoughts saying how useless you were, how utterly stupid and horrible of a human being to have had pushed away the only good of your life.

you often laid in your bed, cigarette hanging from the mouth and bottle in your hands, you’d wish the cigarette would catch the blanket on fire. you fantasized it.

then you went into accepting it. you accepted you weren’t good enough, which you knew from the beginning. the cigarettes didn’t go down, but you slowed down on the alcohol. and with your brothers help, you started working on yourself. first, you started eating more. sleepless nights stayed, crying in the shower stayed, negative thoughts stayed, but the suicide thoughts slowed down.

then it all came crashing the fuck down.

you typed on your computer in your office. you were a lawyer, a really good one at that. you had your own office and were in a very high position.

you were looking into a case you had been given a few days ago. it was a little girl and her family going against her rapist, though the family has little to no proof.

you’re currently writing an email to the detective who’s leading the team operation on the case, asking for details of everything and a possible interview with her.

youre about halfway through the email, on a roll of sounding professional and a good, hardworking focus, when a knock is on your door.

you don’t break your gaze from the computer when you answer the said door, “come in,” you speak in a sort of distracted voice.

the person walks in and you hold your finger up, telling them to pause what they’re going to say. you finish up the email fast, adding your ending words, before sighing and clicking send. you close your eyes, wishing people would just leave you alone, but the reminder that you’re a superior now nips at your mind.

you look up, ready to ask them what they needed but all words froze as your eyes widened.

there stood the one man you were depressed over.

it’s quiet as he smiles in a nervous way. you don’t break eye contact as he begins to speak, “i’m back,” his voice croaked out.

you’re shocked, nothing more and nothing less, at least, not yet.

“holy fuck,” you muttered under your breath, “holy fuck..” you muttered again as you stared at the much alive man.

“holy fuck.” you said louder now, “oh my gosh, holy mother fucking fuck.” he gives you an odd look.

“i didn’t think there was something holy about fuck, it’s more sinful-” though before he can finish, your plastic cup of pencils flies at his face.

his eyes widened as they hit him square in the face, he knows he could’ve dodged it, but he knew what you were doing.

“well, that’s a welcome home,” he said as he rubbed his head.

it went quiet again before you breathed and closed your computer. you finally realized someone else was with Wade. a gruff looking man, and he looks like he’s angry, but also calm. you already feel for this man. his RBF seems serious.

you bent and placed the computer into your bag before walking around the desk and out of the office. both boys followed you out as you locked up your office for the day. you walked to your secretary and told him you’re leaving for the day, which he nodded politely and instantly went to report it to the higher ups. you nodded at his work and wished him a good day before walking, not looking back at the two men.

Wade and Logan looked at each other and Wade shrugged, though he knew what was gonna happen. he suddenly regretted bringing Logan to prove that the woman he ranted about constantly was real.

they got outside the building and Wade told Logan to hang back a little, which Logan responded with, “sounds good to me, she looks pissed.”

he ran to catch up to you, walking by your side.

“so… how are you, pumpkin?” the nickname hit you hard as tears filled your eyes.

“you’re such a fucking dick,” you muttered and he heard you. you refused to look at him, and something in Wade broke. he wondered if you were disgusted by him now, since he had ditched you completely.

“i know,” he let out a humorless chuckle, “look, reader, i’m sorry,” he says as he stares at he side of your face.

you shook your head no, multiple times, “shut up, Wade, please, just, shut up,” that was the first time you’ve ever actually said shut up to him. no matter the rants he’d go off on, no matter the timing, you never said it. which he noted, and so did you.

it didn’t feel right on your tongue, saying shut up, to Wade? never, you never would’ve thought you would. i mean, even right now, you didn’t really want that. you wanted him to apologize again and again, and for her to tell him how worried she was. she wanted him to give him a reason, a good reason as to why he ghosted you. but instead, he went quiet. you both walked together and soon enough, Wade signaled for Logan to go back to the apartment the two of them had been in only for a few seconds before Wade was right out the door to find you.

Logan listened, which is a little surprising, and went his way to find the apartment.

the two of you got to your apartment, and by then a few tears slipped from your eyes.

you entered your home and shut the door with a slam before moving your face up and looking at Wade. you were glaring, and again, this was one of your first times besides when the two of you first met.

“is this how everyone else you look at feel?” he asked with a nervous chuckle. you didn’t budge.

“where have you been.” you demanded and you recieved.

he gave you a good answer. saving the world, all that stuff. it was actually one of the only answers you would’ve accepted.

so by the end of it, you stared at the ground. hurt filled you, so did anger and guilt. tears then fell freely, landing on your knees.

“hey, hey, hey,” he spoke in a gentle voice as he got to his knees in front of you and held your face in his hands, “come on, don’t cry,” he said quietly.

you stared into his eyes and more tears fell, blurring your vision, “i missed you,” you said in a sort of broken voice, “i’m sorry for being selfish,” you broke out.

he stared at you in a guilt way, “no, look, it’s not your fault, hey, come on, look at me will you?” he asked as he guided his hand a little under your chin to move your head back up to meet his. he then smiled at finally getting your attention.

“see, you look better when you look at me,” he said softly, “now come on, it was my fault, senorita,” you laugh at the spanish term since he has a bad accent.

“there you go, you look more beautiful when you smile, my little grumpy cat,” and you let out another laugh.

before you could react, you stood up and grabbed his hand so he stands with you. a smile still nodded its way on your lips, but this time, you wanted your smile on his. you wanted to kiss him.

“you let without a word,” you noted and he nodded his head.

“yes, but technically no, since i did text you,” though his voice went quiet when he saw your payment.

“i want payback.”

he let out a laugh but it quieted when he saw you were budging, “really? what, you wanna knuckle sandwich to the face? a good free hit?”

you were fast to agree, “yes.”

“what?”

“i said yes, i want to punch you in the face. i mean, you have your regenerative ability thing, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“uh pain, rarity,” he often called you that one pony from that cartoon, you never minded then, you never minded now.

“well, that’s what i want.”

he looked at you with wide eyes and when seeing your unmoving desire to punch him in the face, he sighed.

“you’ve never liked violence though,” he whined as he left he arms drop to his side.

“is that a yes?” you asked.

“no,” he sighed dramatically, “do your worst, grouch face.”

you reeled your arm back and he squinted his eyes shut, moving his head down and to the side, preparing for the punch.

but he was preparing for the wrong punch.

your hand went in front of you and you grabbed him around the neck, your lips meeting his. you pressed harshly against his lips and his eyes widened like saucers.

he started to talk against your lips, you simply took the opportunity to shove your tongue in his own.

he went quiet and instead started pressing more against you. he pressed his own lips to yours and faught your tongue with his.

you started pushing him back, causing him to press his back to the wall and him in a sort of crouched position and you in between his legs.

he was very confused, but still loving it all. he went to talk again, but he recieved a harsh bite to the lip and then your tongue practically down his throat.

finally, he accepted that this was happening, and he let his hands travel up your white button up. your own hands had one behind his neck, pushing him to you, the other was in his bent-ish thigh.

the two of you pulled back, your button up with now a few buttons popped off, your solid black push up bra exposed, your usual dress pants was shuffled down just a little, exposing more skin on your waist. Wade’s shirt had been pulled over his head already and his pants had hiked down just a little due to the wall pressing against him.

you both panted, you’ve been at it for a while, but finally, you both pulled back.

you were panting, same as Wade. you met his eyes, both of you dazed and fuzzy brained.

“well damn, sailor, didn’t know you could do that,” Wade said in a hushed voice and you chuckled.

though your smile fell as you started to pull back and away from him. “i’m uh, sorry,” you whispered out. though you couldn’t get to far before you were pulled into an embrace.

his arms wrapped around you tightly, “please don’t apologize for making my wet dreams come true,” he said in a hushed voice.

blush scattered your face, yet you still wrapped your arms around him.

“… sorry…” you muttered against his shirtless chest. goodness, this man was toned, but like in the cute way, in the Wade way.

“don’t apologize for that either,” he muttered, “apologize about not kissing me more.”

“then,” you pulled back just enough to look up but still in his arms and looked up at him, “i’m sorry for stopping for a breather,” then you dragged your arm up and pulled him back down.

the way your fingers dragged on his skin sent shivers, the way his lips moved against your own made all your dreams of kissing -and much worse- dispersed. you were gonna be with him from now on, and if God punishes you by taking him away in any way, you knew you wouldn’t survive.

[ladycookiecupcake]

Birthday Dinner | Deadpool

Deadpool x Reader

Based on the imagine above by @thefandomimagine 

The beautiful picture above belongs to @absolum-art

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It was your birthday, and you weren't expecting much. You opened any presents and cards you got, spent the day with Wade and then went to dinner with Wade and your parents. It wasn't exciting or anything but you liked it, you got to spend time with the people you loved. You couldn't have asked for more. It's just....today was a little different.

You knew your parents had been quite busy lately. Their work has been piling up and up over them, to the point where you were worrying they were going to get sick from the pressure and stress. The amount of times you had to remind them of things they never normally forgot, did not help cease your worry one bit. So, you hadn't expected much, you hadn't really even expected the dinner- in fact, you didn't want the dinner. You just wanted them to get better. However, they were your parents, and even through the hardships, they always remembered you. Maybe that was selfish but...but did they really have to forget your birthday? It wasn't like they even needed to come 'round; a simple phone call would have sufficed, a nice 'happy birthday' even better. They just needed to actually remember it was your birthday. That would have been nice. You sighed as you gazed outside. It was raining, as if the weather wanted to add salt to the wound, and you could see all the other people running by, some with umbrellas, some with just their hands to cover their heads. They were all going home, away from the rain, to their families. "(Y/N), stop wallowing in self-pity by the window. This isn't one of those sappy movies." Your boyfriend's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you rolled your eyes, huffing as you looked over your shoulder. You were about to snap at him to allow you to just wallow, when you saw what he was tying around his neck, and then you took in his whole attire. You stared for a minute before turning fully and pointing. "What are you wearing, and why?" "First off, pointing is rude. I thought better of you, (Y/N)," Wade said, pronouncing the word 'rude' with a over-exaggerated girly-girl voice, "Second, I'm taking you out to dinner...that's what boyfriends do, right?" He paused, his hands halfway between tying his tie up before shrugging and continuing his attempt. You snapped out of it, quickly putting your finger down, and sighed, walking over to fix the tie he was completely ruining. "As sweet as that is, Wade, I don't want you to-." You were interrupted by a finger being placed on your finger, squashing your lips at an awkward angle. Wade gave you a look, to which you rolled your eyes at, as he said, "Shh. Listen to that, you hear it, right? The sound of my partner agreeing to a dinner date with their one true only because their one true only needs Mexican food - particularly chimichangas - and sex, which is gonna come later, don't you worry." Winking, he removed his finger to give you a short but heated kiss, and then he walked off, leaving a flustered and confused you behind. Wade- date- sex- what?! Since when did you agree to this? You didn't, not that you didn't want it of course but honestly! Not the point! The point was you didn't agree and- and- oh heck. Huffing, you followed after him to the bedroom, where a beautiful outfit was laid neatly on the bed. "You know I can pick what I wear tonight." You snapped, a little annoyed he wouldn't let you talk earlier, but walked over to the outfit, fingering the delicate fabric anyway. Wade smirked, seeing the slight smile on your face when you saw it, and walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nestling his chin onto your shoulder. "Yes, but I thought your birthday gift will be a pleasant outfit to go out in for your birthday dinner." You smiled and leaned over your shoulder, kissing him. "It's lovely, thank you." You said, placing a hand on his tough skin as you turned in his arms to give him a proper, more-comfortable kiss. "I love you." You muttered against his lips once you had pulled back, and he gave one of his rare slight but sincere smiles, muttering "And I you." The sound of an alarm suddenly went off, and then Wade was suddenly pulling away and shoving you gently to the bed, exclaiming "Come on, get dressed or else we'll be late." You chuckled at his quickly-departing figure as he rushed about for something, and quickly got dressed, making sure your outfit was wrinkle-free and hair done nicely before leaving the room. You were going to have a nice dinner with your beloved boyfriend, but oh, you couldn't wait for the desert.

[whitestar-16]

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[villainheart]

DeadpoolxReader [I Can’t Help Believing] Part 1

Hi Reader! Your favorite merc with a mouth here.  I know you’re probably impatient to get to the story, but you’re not here yet. I’ll let you know when you come in. As per most other nights, I was sprawled out on the couch in front of the tv. I need to keep my pop culture knowledge current in order to keep making quips at other people’s expense. There was a night old box of pizza within reach that I was working my way through. Since I let Blind Al go free there has been a definite increase in my amount of pizza consumption. I jumped to my feet and cheered loudly as our boy Leo was called up to the stage to accept his long awaited Oscar, and accidentally upset the pizza box. It threw my last two pieces all over the floor, but I wasn’t too concerned. His speech was interrupted by the phone. I glared at it, removed a gun from its holster and silenced it with two shots. The coffee table it rested on was splintered as well, but it was still standing up so it’s fine. When he was finished speaking I sprawled out on the couch again with my head lying back on my crossed arms. I’m happy for him. Didn’t Chris Evans look sexy in his tux? I wonder if I can get a Captain America cross over next. Bohemian Rhapsody filled the apartment as my cell phone began to ring. “Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality,” I sang to myself as I dug it out. “Deadpool here,” I answered. “One of the guys gave me your number. I need your help,” said a deep male voice. “Give me your story and how much you’re offering.” “It’s my girlfriend. She’s been taken by the Cobras, she’s being held there. I... Well, I might have killed a few guys I shouldn’t have, and they want to get back at me. Boss says if I go over there I’ll be starting a gang war and he’ll torture me and her to death himself so my hands are tied. Will you do it for 2000 bucks?” I mulled it over. It wasn’t going to be a hard job. “Done. Give me the details. I’ll bring you the girl, you have the money.” - Now we’re there. On the outskirts of the city, looking at a middle class house filled with petty gangsters. Yawn. It’s a real white picket fence kind of place; clean, blue, white porch, three stories. I wonder if it belongs to someone’s mom or something. Look, there’s even a footpath of little stones. Definitely someone’s mom’s house. I try the doorknob and it’s unlocked, definitely expecting that pipsqueak to show up. Heh. I always like giving surprises.   I walk in and look around. About 10 seconds, aaaaand here comes the first wave. Two people are shooting at me from a doorway and one from the stairs. A couple bullets go right through me, leaving little holes in my torso, but as you know, reader, that doesn’t slow me down. I shoot all three of them. Bang. Bang. Bang. Okay. Now up the stairs. Ooo, five bedrooms, one bathroom. I wouldn’t want to be part of that line in the morning. The first door reveals a guy lying in bed and watching tv, who clearly wasn’t expecting this. “Hey, you, fucking slacker!” He looks up and I shoot him in the face. Who is he to be relaxing while everyone else is hard at work trying to kill me. I leave the room and see four more guys pouring up the stairs. I shoot the first one before I hear a woman’s voice yelling “Stop. Stop. STOP,” from back down in the hallway. I shrug and hop over the railing, knocking down two of the guys. The force pushes one of them down the stairs under my feet. I smile as his body carries me down, enjoying the clunk clunk clunk his head makes as it bounces off every stair on the way down. I see a woman of 40 or so waving her tattooed arms, “what do you want?!” “Look, I was right! This is someone’s mom’s house!” “I’m not anyone’s fucking mom, this is my gang. And I don’t know who the fuck you are or why you’re killing them.” Well, she certainly has a mouth. She also has a gun in her hand, but it doesn’t look like she’s planning to use it. “Give me the girl, scumbag!” I was planning to use that line this whole time, I’m not letting it go to waste now. “That little fuck hired you, eh,” she shook her head. “I didn’t know we were getting supes involved in these things now.” I followed her into the living room, aaand scene pause. There you are, dear Reader. Sitting on the couch and looking a little shaken up. I know, I know, it’s about time. I’m not going to tell you what you looked like since I don’t technically know that, but I’m confident that you’re super hot. That doesn’t mean a whole lot from a guy who looks like me under the mask, but you’re here to read about me anyway, right? So I’m here to read about you too. Er. Whatever. Now I’m going to pass the narrative off to you, but don’t worry, I’m still here. Scene unpaused. You got a better look at the man now than the red blur you saw earlier. You were shocked that Tommy had sent someone for you, you definitely expected him to show up in a rage and get his stupid ass handed to him. “Okay, well, time to go,” said the man, gesturing to you.   They hadn’t tied you up. In fact, Mercy, the gang leader, had been really quite nice to you. Once she realized you were grateful for their plan she had been a wonderful host. She fed you, and even gave you a handgun which was safely tucked in the back of your jeans. “I don’t want to go,” you said to him. You shot Mercy a glance, “well, I don’t want to stay here either, but I definitely don’t want to go back to him. He’s a shitty boyfriend, who’s been impossible to leave because of the whole belongs to a murderous gang thing.” Despite the mask, you could tell that he raised his eyebrows in a shocked expression. “Well this changes things. How about I bring you back to him. Collect the money. Kill him.” You shug, “it’s not like I had a plan, or have much room to argue.” “It’s settled then, we’re off.” “How about next time we come to this conclusion without leaving dead bodies all over my house,” Mercy said with a long sigh. He had grabbed your wrist and was pulling you out the door. You stepped over the dead bodies in the hallway, trying to avoid the puddles of blood as best you could. You wondered how your life got to a place where you were used to seeing corpses. Whatever radar that made up your boyfriend picker was definitely off. That being said, tonight had felt very surreal for you. To top it off, here was a masked man trying to save you. “Send me the cleaning bill!” He called over his shoulder. “Who are you, anyway?” you ask “Evil Spiderman?” “I fucking wish,” he smiled at this. “Deadpool.”  

[imaginedeadpool]

Gone

You had never thought you were a girl that goes through the whole girly-crying-hell. Yeah you had boyfriends before. Yes they left you, you left them. For fucks sake you’ve caught one of your ex’s jerking off to a picture of a waffle. You’ve been through a lot of shit and yet. This one guy came in your life, made it a wonderful and happy life and just left. And now you sit here. Lost, alone, hopeless. One of your friend even suggested going to a therapist. Wade didn’t broke up. No cheating, no boredom, no reason. He just left. You couldn’t reach him on his phone, his apartment was empty, no one knows where he is. He was like a ghost now. A faded memory. Someone that haunts you in your dreams. No one talks, no one saw a thing. Some even pretend that Wade never existed. You’ve been a mess the last one and a half year. Half of that time you’ve spend crying the other time yelling. Your boss fired you, your friends left you. A big hole decorated the wall in front of you. Throwing a lampshade at your, now no longer, best friend maybe was a bit dramatic you admitted. The room you lived in was a mess and a perfect mirror of yourself. There were days that you didn’t eat at all, other days you ate like you just returned from war. The imbalance of your life was ripping you apart. Wade was gone and took everything that made you yourself with him. You closed your eyes for a second. Almost used to the pain of red eyes and salty skin you started to strip down. A look in the mirror showed you the sad truth. Dark eyes, grey skin, greasy hair, dry lips. Quick you looked away and turned the shower on. You were standing there for maybe 5 minutes. Feeling absolutely nothing. You couldn’t even tell if the water was hot or cold. After realizing that you were supposed to wash yourself you finally found the strength to wash your skin. The smell of the shampoo brought tears into your eyes. Wade. He was everywhere and nowhere. Trying not to sob you remembered the times you took a shower with him and how you walked to that little Mexican diner that serves horrible nachos but great burritos. After you showered you searched for something clean to put on. The only thing left in your closet was a red dress. He had loved that dress. It was way too cold to wear it but you didn’t cared at all. You put on the dress, some boots, socks, a coat and a scarf and left your apartment. The cold autumn wind was howling and let your still wet hair whip in your face. You didn’t care. The grey familiar street was full of people. Everyone was rushing somewhere and after a couple of minutes you’ve arrived at your destination. The small Mexican diner. A memory of a warm summer day and a smiling Wade came to your mind as you stepped inside the place. You looked at a man behind the counter. He knew you but chose to ignore you. Like everyone else. You walked to a table in the corner of the diner. Wade used to hold your hand and play with your hair while you both waited here for the food. Wade. Slowly you sat down and stared at the menu. You swallowed and tried to hold tears back. A waitress came over to you and you ordered Wades favorite food. As you waited the waitress came again to you, holding a strawberry milkshake. You raised an eyebrow in confusion. You could have sworn that you hadn’t ordered a milkshake. “From the gentleman at the bar” she said and smiled. You looked to the bar. No one was there. The young waitress turned around “Oh he left..” she said with a shrug and left you alone with the milkshake. Strawberry. Suddenly you stood up and ran outside. It has started to rain. You always used to drink strawberry milkshakes. Wade always ordered you one. You didn’t even have to say a word. You looked around the street was empty. Your heart was racing and the rain was fallen down on you as you almost panicky looked around for someone. Hidden in a corner, wearing his black hoodie to hide his face there was a lonely heartbroken Wade Wilson. Fighting with himself to run to her and take her in his arms. Telling her that everything is okay. One day he might has the courage to go to her. But that day wasn’t today.

[mega-consulting-assbutt-things]

That's it, gonna write a deadpoolXreader fanfic for the purpose of releasing tension and stress. Plus, it would be rather relatable and well yeh.

[imaginedeadpool]

Special Agent

He really doesn’t knew how this happened. It’s not his style. Not at all. Wade wasn’t one of those ‘good guys’. Hell, he just shot some random dude. But here he is, holding that girl in his arms like in a chick-flick. Maybe it was time for a change? Wade the hero? Deadpool the savior of those who can’t fucking watch themselves? He really got soft over the years. But human trafficking just.. just wasn’t right? God what the hell is this? He threw the girl he saved over his shoulder and walked down the hall. A guy he hit on the shoulder started to get up but Wade ended this pitiful try with a bullet in his head. No Wade was no hero. And for fucks sake he was no Spider-Man or Captain America. And yet he was saving this girl. Her head hit his back in a static rhythm as he finally left the disgusting smelling hall. After a rather awkward cab drive he decided to keep her in his flat. Only until she wakes up of course. Should he call a doctor? He looked over the unconscious girl and noticed how her Y/H/C hair was tangled and full of mud. Her clothes were shredded and smelled like.. well shit. There was no clue on who she was or where she came from. No wallet, no phone, absolutely nothing. Wade almost jumped a bit as she started to move. Her hands were searching for a ground, eyelids flickered and revealed beautiful Y/E/C eyes. “What the fuck?” she asked unladylike and rubbed the back of her head. Her hand rested in the tangled mess of her hair and she looked a bit shocked at the masked stranger in front of her. Wade waved his hands friendly. “Before you ask Doll, I’m Deadpool. I.. took you from these weirdos” Wade avoided the word saved. He doesn’t want to look like a hero to her. More like a friendly stranger. “So you saved me?” she asked actually quite unimpressed. “If you want to call it that” the now confused man replied. “So you managed it to destroy 3 weeks of undercover work. Wow” She sat up. “You know how long it took me to get abducted by them?” she complained and stretched her limbs. Wades mouth dropped open a bit. Of all the people he could save… he chose the undercover agent one? “So you are some kind of fucked up version of Charlie’s Angel or what?” he asked her and stood up. “Fucked up Special Agent Y/N” she replied with a dry laughter. “You got food? I’m starving. I would kill for junk food” she said and walked over to Wade’s fridge. ‘This could be fun’ Wade thought and smirked under the mask.

[imaginedeadpool]

Sweet-Talk

So here is the One Shot for  @panicnowandrun  I’m probably gonna make another Giveaway. Feel free to send imagines  “Wade” the sound of her voice was almost like a soft breeze ghosting over his body and mind. He loved her voice. And again she was saying his name. This time rougher, passionate, needing. He remembered the moment clear. Almost like he was living it right now. Your lips were parted, her pupils blown and dark of lust. “Wade I’m..” you started but he stopped her. “Don’t mind me” he said and left a kiss on your throat. Another followed and he sucked a mark in the sweet young flesh of yours. Your breath quickened but you tried to keep your mind clear. He loved the way your heart was racing and your breath was shaking just for him. His fingers glided down your back and then to your thighs. He heard how you gasped and grabbed the cover of your book, trying to continue reading as he slowly drove you insane. His fingers were drawing patterns at the exposed flesh of your inner thighs. As his right hand almost found its destination your hips jerked back and you almost dropped the book. “Wade”. This was the moment. The rough, passionate and needing sound of your voice, her soft hair, the thin film of sweat on your skin. Wade swallowed and remembered the way your skin felt under his hands, how you lost control just because of his touch, how you loved it when he teased you. Seconds later his hand was in your pants, the elastic material of the sweatpants was stretching as he rubbed you trough your panties. “You want me really bad, huh?” he smiled arrogant and his other hand was holding you close to him. “F-fuck I hate you” you gasped and leaned against him, your eyes closed, your mouth open, your whole body trembling under his touch. He felt his erection growing as you pushed your hips against his hand. Your underwear was almost soaked as he continued with this sweet torture. He smiled as he placed another kiss on her throat. The loud roar of an alarm was distracting him from his dream, phantasy, memory? He couldn’t even tell by the moment. “Had a nice dream, Wade?” a man in a white coat asked him as he turned on a way to bright light. Wades head spun around. The warmness of her body was gone, no warm summer breeze, no wet panties, no peachy smell of her hair. Just a cold, metallic tub. He blinked a couple of times as he remembered where he was. Torture, experiments, more torture. His chattered and the man in the coat was bringing him into a sitting position. A cruel and also kind of polite smile was on his lips. Wade laughed “Yeah. Remembered how I drove my girl insane that one time” “Hm” was everything the man said as he wrote something down. Wade was used to the torture. It was his daily routine. Torture, some food, thinking of… nicer things and again torture. We let out a sigh as someone tied him to a metallic table or something. “I know I know. Green means go, yellow means stop and red means no. What was our safeword again?” he asked the assistant seconds before he was gagged with something fabric-ish. He heard the sound of something electric and his body tensed. “You broke it” and again that sweet voice of yours was rushing over his mind. “I did not” he said and hit the TV. The screen was still black and dusty. “Okay I maybe did” he said with an apologizing smile and turned to you. You had crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow in anger as you looked down to the man who kneeled before you and tried to puppy-eye you. “Are you going to spank me now?” he said and put his arms around your hip, kissing the exposed skin over your waistband.  “Oh no. Forget it!” you said in a harsh tone and tried to push his head away. “But what are we going to do now? The TV is broken, it’s dark outside…” he said with a played sad voice. “Sometimes I think you use everything as an excuse to have sex” she laughed and brush your hand through his thick hair. “Maybe” he grinned and you could feel his warm breath tingling on your skin. He placed another kiss on your warm skin and another followed. “I love you” he grinned and looked up. A smile was resting on your lips and you cupped his face in your hands “And I love you, Wade Wilson” A harsh pain was filling his left cheek, where your hand was resting a second ago. All the warmth was gone and he could hear how his head hit something hard. Right.. the metallic table, electro shocks. “Wake up sunshine” the guy said and untied Wade. Again he had to blink a couple of times to see straight again. “How lame was this?” Wade replied and looked at his shaking limbs. “Sometimes I wonder how you take that pain” the man said and wrote something down. “Well that’s my little secret” Wade replied smiling like an idiot. “Go and get some rest you maniac” the man said and another one tied Wade down to a sort of hospital bed. He was set up next to another experiment. “Hey Wade” he was greeted. “Hey” he said and relaxed a bit. “Electroshocks?” he was asked. “My favorite one” Wade chuckled and tried to keep his limbs from shaking. “I heard we get free drinks and striptease tonight” his friend said and laughed a bit. This place may was hell, but making friends was easy. “Your wife will kill you, man” Wade answered and looked after his friend who was carried away. Something that was supposed to be food was set down next to him. With a smile on his lips he took the spoon and played with the grey greasy something. “Wait wait wait” the sweet voice was there again. “You want to do what?” a laugh filled his ears and was like medicine for his shaking limbs. “I’m going to cook for you” he said with a confident smile on his lips. The beautiful woman in front of burst out into laughter. Wade crossed his arms upset. “Y-You wanna..” she started to laugh again and tried to calm herself  “Y-you are serious about this?” “Yes I am, babe” he replied and walked to the kitchen. “I’m not gonna call the fire department this time.” You said and sat down at the couch. “That was one time and only because you had to strip while I was making pancakes” Wade said and brandished with the pancake turner. You smiled apologizing and watched him as he looked critical at a pan. “And what are you going to cook?” you asked and tried to stay serious. “Noodles with… noodles” he said and looked for a recipe book. “What a gourmet” you teased him and watched him working. Minutes later he had managed to put some noodles in boiling water and waited. You sneaked behind him and put your arms around his hips. He turned his head around and smiled proud at you. “Nothing is on fire” he said and looked happy at the pot. “Yet” you teased him and nibbled at his earlobe. You earned a moan and kissed his throat. “I just can’t resist a man that can cook” you laughed and he turned around and smashed his lips against yours. Seconds later he was on top of you and both of you were undressing each other on the couch. As he unhooked your bra he was distracted by the hiss of vaporizing water. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he said and ran to the pot. “Hey wake up, asshole” the unfriendly voice of a woman was dominating over your sweet laughter. “What” Wade opened his eyes and found himself again in the hospital bed. “We are trying something new” the woman said and guided Wade to a sort of glass cabin. Wade was looking around and found the man in the white coat again. He was grinning mischievously. Wade smiled a bit. “Are the voices saying sweet things again, asshole?” the woman asked as she pushed him to the cabin. Wade grinned. “Only the sweetest things”

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Fried Eggs

You never saw these photographs. Maybe your life would have made another turn if you never found them. It’s actually quite impressive. How one envelope of photographs can change a life. He never talked about her. Never. You knew you looked a lot like her. People told you this. He wasn’t one of them. But now you are here. “What happened to her?” you asked your father. He looked away.“Please” you begged again. “Bad stuff. I should have left her. Forget her. Move on to die. Well..but I wouldn’t had you.” You could catch a small flash of a smile. “You are a lot like her. I know people told you that before but they don’t know how much you are like her.” he shook his head. “I..” you stopped for a second. Were you really ready? “I want to learn to do things that you do” you said and looked him straight in the eyes. “I don’t think you mean fried egg with that, huh?” he chuckled a bit sad. “Who told you what happened?” “Google” you grinned a bit ashamed. “Wow. Years I kept it a secret and you googled it. You couldn’t find a cool or at least dramatic way to get to know what happened? Like.. I don’t know. An old letter or some ancient secret book?” he rolled his sleeves up. “You are maybe my Dad, but you aren’t that old” you smiled and bit your lower lip. “Yeah yeah I know. I’m Dadpool. So you want to be a mercenary? You don’t even know what that means..” You rolled your eyes because of the bad dad joke and tried to look serious “I know I can do that I-“ he cut you off “I know that you can do that. I just don’t want to lose another girl to this business” Of course he wouldn’t allow that. He’s a chill Dad but still a father. “Okay so the basics are easy. Don’t get killed, kill. I personally prefer katanas but I’m just freaking good at that. You actually look more like a gun person” he started to explain. “Are you serious?” you asked him perplex. ���You want to be a mercenary, I’m gonna teach you to be one. I know I can’t stop you because you are stubborn like her. The easiest way to not get you killed is training from the very best” he smiled a bit proud. One second later your arms were wrapped around him. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I’m not gonna disappoint you!” “But if you change your mind I can still teach you how to cook fried eggs” he smiled and brushed some hair out of your face.