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[ragingduststorm]

R U Mine?

Since I'm in my Ed Skrein phase right now and just watched the first Deadpool again, I just had to write some smut about baby boy Ajax.

Little background: OC is a mutant water bender (ATLA style) and gets paid to heal people. On their first meeting, she accidentally heals his lack of emotion and he develops an obsession for her. They become something like friends and she constantly teases him for not being able to do nothing and just chill. He finally takes his chance after orchestrating some time off for them.

OC's name is Ray, uses she/her pronouns, self-conscious about her body

Word count: ~5k

Warning (this is a long one): 18+, so, so much sex, obsession, oral (both f and m receiving), degradation (the b word is used several times), praise, a lot of biting and scratching and pain, edging, dom/sub, lots of swearing I might forget something, it's honestly so much

“Just give me a second. Stay there!”, she laughed as she sprinted into her bedroom. She could have purged the alcohol from her system, but she enjoyed not worrying all the time. Her brain was constantly filled with questioning whether she acted normal, if she was too much or too loud. He’d never given her the impression or made a mean comment about it, but still the thoughts were there. Not when she was mildly drunk, though. She laughed as loud as she wanted and spoke whatever came to her mind. And that’s why they were in her flat now. Because she’d blurted out that the morally grey love interest in the book she’d just finished, looked alarmingly like him. She would probably regret all of this by tomorrow and ghost him as a result. But that was a problem for the Ray of tomorrow.

Now, she rummaged around the room, looking for that damned book. She’d finished it last night and had decided to take it back instead of keeping it here in the safe house. It was a beautifully bound hardcover filled with illustrations. Something like that had to be displayed, even if she was the only one who’d ever see it. By the third pile of clothes she started to panic. Ajax was in the other room, in her home, alone. And that nosy shit would absolutely be snooping around. She had to hurry. There! Underneath a stack of papers and some spare sheets. How on earth did it get there? It didn’t matter. She flipped through the pages, looking for a suitable picture as she returned to the living room.

��Ajax was nose deep in her video game collection, of course. “You know, we haven’t done that part of the list yet.”, he said as he turned around. “Patience, young Padawan. I’ll beat you in Mario Kart later.”, Ray grinned as she stepped closer to him. “See, this is your good twin. Culann, Lord of the Risen Court and Master of the Wind and all its creatures.” Ajax looked at her sceptically and then at the illustration. “Hmm, I don’t know.” Her reflexes were sluggish from the alcohol, so he snatched the book from her hand with ease. “Hey!”, she said, but he was already on the other side of the room. God, that bastard was fast. He flipped through the pages as she chased him through the room. “So that’s what you read, ey? I mean, I knew you had a dirty mind, but this is utter filth.” Ray’s whole face burned red hot as she knew exactly what page he was on. “Give it back, that’s private!” The adrenaline paired with the alcohol made her completely forget about her powers. She tried to jump at him, but he dodged easily. “Doesn’t look very private to me. That’s quite an audience in this picture.” This time, when she tried to grab the book, he didn’t dodge. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and before she knew it her back was pressed against his front. His free arm was draped around her chest, making it impossible for her to flee as he held the book so that they both could look in.

“A medieval fantasy setting and still they have showers. Wouldn’t it make more sense to fuck in a bathtub?”, his mouth was dangerously close to her ear, his voice low and threatening. An involuntary shudder gripped her body, making her lurch, but still, he held tight. The illustration showed the winged love interest kneeling in front of the female protagonist, eating her out like his life depended on it. Ray remembered the moment she’d read the scene. How it had turned her own and how she’d taken care of herself afterwards. In her imagination it hadn’t been Culann, though.

“You fucking piece of shit.”, Ray stammered, out of breath not only from the struggle. He’d pressed her so close to him, she could feel his body through the thin clothes she was wearing. It wasn’t only his abs that were surprisingly hard. “Such a filthy, filthy mouth.”, he breathed into her ear and her legs almost gave out from under her. Ray was utterly confused and horny at the same time. They were…friends, right? Sure, they had flirted before, but it had always just been a joke. He was teasing her, making fun of her. “Ajax.”, her voice was quiet and he could feel a shift in him. “Stop me, if you want to.” It wasn’t sarcasm, it wasn’t malicious, it was genuine. If she wanted to, she could stop this, could have stopped this at any point. She could sober herself up, force him to get away from her, but she didn’t. Not because she had forgotten, but because she didn’t want to. She liked this. She craved this. 

“I yearn for the day when we can cast aside the façade and embrace the chaos we’ve sown together.” Ray’s mind cleared. She turned around in his arms as he threw the book onto the couch. They were so close. Closer than they’d ever been before. She could smell his cologne and beneath, his natural scent, could see every little imperfection. She looked up into his icy eyes that were fixed on her. “You read it.”, she said, surprised. He smiled at her and brushed a few stray hairs out of her face. The gesture made her breath hitch. “Bought it yesterday. I’m not as fast a reader as you, so I’m only on page two hundred something.” So, he’d spent almost the whole day before dinner reading. “Congratulations, you know how to chill.” “It’s a lot more fun with you around, though.”, he said almost inaudibly as he caressed her face. His mouth was so dangerously close to hers. They were so close, she could feel his heartbeat, could feel his blood pumping through his body. She could stop this. She could make him back off. She could make his heart stop with just her thought. Instead, she reached up and kissed him.

It was like the floodgates had opened. All the pent-up tension that had built up for more than a year exploded as they kissed frantically. She pushed him back against the wall that he hit with a thump. Their hands wandered, exploring each other’s bodies. But he didn’t overstep. Only when his hands moved underneath his shirt, so did his under hers. When she took off his shirt, he in return took off her top. “Fuck.”, she whispered as she looked at him, shirtless and hers. “Likewise.”, he laughed as he took off her bra and caressed her breasts. He took one of them in his mouth and flicked her already erect nipple with his tongue before biting it lightly. Ray cried out and almost lost her footing, so she moved them to the bedroom. It was utter chaos in there, proving that she hadn’t in a million years believed this was a possible outcome for the day. But he didn’t see it. He only had eyes for her.

She opened his belt and he stepped out of his jeans, leaving him only in tight underwear that showed a perfect outline of his hard cock. Her mouth watered just glancing at it. She pushed him down to sit at the edge of the bed. He kissed along her stomach, reaching her waistband. With one clean sweep he pulled both her pants and underwear off. Good, because she’d been wearing some embarrassingly old panties today.

She stood in front of him now, completely naked. Embarrassment rose in her as she compared his perfectly sculpted body to hers. She couldn’t understand why he wanted her or maybe he was just horny and she was simply there. She tried to move, but he’d grabbed her ass as he kissed along her hips. As if he’d read her thoughts, he looked up, right into her soul. “You’re so god damn beautiful, you know?” She didn’t know. But before she could reply, he pulled her down onto the bed, right beneath him. He parted her legs with his body as he kissed her with such passion, she couldn’t form a coherent thought anymore. His still restrained erection brushed against her delicate spot, making her moan. “Oh, I love that sound.”, he growled into her ear. Her body burned with desire for him. She wanted him to touch every part of her and she wanted to touch all of him in return. He went lower and lower, kissing and biting while she scratched his back with one hand. The other caressed his head.

Still, he went lower and as he reached her thighs, she couldn’t help but move towards him. “Patience.”, he laughed as he kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. He took his time until she couldn’t take it anymore. “Ajax, please.” He looked up at her from in between her legs and it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. “Please, what?”, he asked with a smirk. “Touch me, lick me, fuck me. Anything!” Her voice was thick with need for him. “Your wish is my command.” And finally, he ran his tongue along her. His strong hands held her legs apart as he dipped inside her, flicked her bud, drove her wild. She couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed the backside of his head and held him in place.

“Fingers.”, she ordered and he obeyed immediately. He covered one of his fingers in her slick and his spit and moved inside her. “More.” As the second finger joined the first one, she screamed out. “A little faster and harder.” Exactly like that. As she got closer and closer, she screamed profanities, screamed his name. “Come for me.” His voice reverberated through her body, sending her over the edge. He didn’t stop. He kept going at the exact rhythm she needed until she’d ridden out her high. When she signalled that she was done for the moment, he came back up to kiss her passionately. 

“I didn’t think you’d be such a good girl for me.” His smile paired with the look in his eyes made her immediately ache for more. “You want me to be a brat?”, she asked. “Later.” “Good, because I really need you to fuck me right now.” His eyes darkened. “Say please.” She swallowed hard. “Ajax, please, I need you to fuck me senseless right now.” He slid off the underwear he was still wearing and sat back on his knees. His throbbing erection was now free and well, large. “Please, please, please.”, she moaned as he guided it closer to her entry. He covered himself in her slick but he didn’t enter. “Look at me.”, he ordered and she obeyed. Slowly, so slowly, he entered and her eyes widened. He studied her face closely and stopped for a second when it felt like too much for her. She breathed in hard. “No, keep going.” “Pain can be good sometimes, right?”, he repeated the words she’d said to him ages ago. She nodded and bit as he continued. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Finally, he was inside her. All of him. “Fuck, Ajax. You’re so…” But she couldn’t finish the sentence as he started moving. Slowly, out and back in, as she got used to his size.

She had to focus to look at him. One hand was low on her abdomen, where he could feel himself through her skin. The thumb on his other hand he took to his mouth and licked it before lowering it to her clit and stroking in lazy circles. She would never be able to get this god like sight out of her head. He picked up the pace as she adjusted. Now, she was entirely unable to speak. She couldn’t even swear. All she could do was moan and scream and feel. “Shit, you feel so good. You take me so well, baby.” He lowered himself onto his arms, making her angle her legs and resulting in him hitting even deeper into her core. Her hands scratched along his back hard and as she came again, she drew blood. Instead of slowing down, he picked up the pace, making her scream in a mix of pleasure and pain. “Keep going, make me bleed.” He struggled to get the words out and she could feel how close he was. Her hands wandered, one hand now clawing into his ass, the other into his side. “Say my name.” He sounded utterly feral now. She obeyed. Again and again she screamed his name until he buried himself so painfully deep. He came with a roar that tore right through her body and brain. It was the hottest thing she’d ever heard. She could feel his hot cum inside of her and she was so glad that she didn’t need to worry about it. 

He collapsed onto her when he was entirely spent, burying her underneath his bulk. His weight felt calming as she hugged him tight. He breathed rapidly against her ear, she could feel his blood running through him, could feel it leaving his cock, spilling out of the wounds on his back.

They stayed like this for a while. Silent, except for their breathing. Ray’s mind began racing again. What if things got awkward now? What if he’d gotten what he wanted and he would leave? That was absolutely his right, of course. He owed her nothing after all. And she didn’t want or need anything from him, either. These past few days had been like a beautiful fever dream and now it was over and…  he kissed her. Carefully. He lifted himself onto his forearms to gaze down upon her. She’d expected to see indifference on his face, but the way he looked at her took her breath away. She’d never seen him like this. Vulnerable and soft. “Do you need anything?” The question made all of her worries fly away. “Uhm, no…well, maybe. I need to take a shower.” Not because she was covered in his sweat and scent, she quite enjoyed that, but because she absolutely needed to heal her downstairs area. It had been a while since she’d last had sex and even longer that she’d been fucked like that, if ever. “Of course.” He pulled out and sat back down on his knees in front of her. “Do you need any help?”, he asked concerned. “No, I’ll be fine.”, she answered. And groaned as she stretched her legs and sat up. Fuck, she was in an even worse state than she’d thought. She was too proud to let it show, though. Slowly, she moved to get up. And immediately sank back down onto the bed as her legs didn’t support her. Ajax was by her side immediately. He swiped her hair out of the way and kissed the tattoo on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I got a little caried away.” “No, no, it was good…really fucking good, I’m just not used to…that.” ‘That’ was vague on purpose. ‘That’ was his dick, his strength, his enthusiasm, her feelings. One of his fingers traced down her spine, causing her to close her eyes and hum. “Do you want to?”, he asked as he reached right the base of her spine. “Hmm?” “Get used to it, I mean.” Her eyes opened with a start. He hadn’t noticed though, as he was studying her tattoos. What did he mean by that? Surely not… he must mean his size. Nothing else. “Uhm, I mean, uuuhhh…”, was her witty reply. He laughed and before she could stop him, he’d scooped her into his unbelievably strong arms and gotten up.

“Take a shower. Heal up. You can answer me later.” He carried her into the small bathroom and lowered her carefully back onto her legs, making sure she could support herself before he let go. “Don’t have too much fun without me.”, he quipped and he smacked her ass so hard, she lurched forward and had to steady herself on the edge of the bathtub. “You fucking piece of shit!”, she yelled but he was already out of the room. “You can return the favour later!”, was his answer. The throbbing of her cheek joined the rest of her body. She stepped into the tub and turned on the water. Steaming hot, just as she liked it. Didn’t matter that it was still hot as fuck outside, she needed her skin to burn right now.

She bend the water to clean up every part of her body before she concentrated on healing herself. Her insides had been in a worse state than she’d thought. She let out a sigh as the pain began to subside. Now she could see that Ajax had also bitten harder than she’d assumed. Bruises were forming along her body and Ray was sure that her ass sported an imprint of his hand. For a moment she debated whether or not she should heal all that. She quite liked how his marks looked on her body and she was one of those weird people that enjoyed pressing on a bruise. But no, it would be too weird if she healed everything except for this.

She stayed under the hot water for a while, just enjoying the heat before turning it off. She had no clothes to put on so, even though she was dry, she put on one of the gigantic fluffy towels she so loved. She’d expected Ajax to be gone or at least to be clothed and on his way out, but the sight in front of her made her jaw drop. He was lying in her bed, spread out naked like a Greek god, next to him a tray of fruit and snacks and a carafe of water. “Oh, no, no, no, that won’t do. This flat is officially a clothes free zone.”, his voice was playfully severe and he motioned for her to come closer. “First, this is my flat and I refute such a stupid rule.” She stepped a little closer, holding her towel tight. Her anxiety was now completely gone. This was her element. This was what she knew and what she was good at. “Second, a towel doesn’t count as clothes.” That bastard just sat there, lazily eating a grape, watching her. There was a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. “You know, when I said later to that whole brat thing, I didn’t mean now.” Ray took a slow step towards the door to the living room. Ajax perked up, ready to pounce. “Too fucking bad. You should have specified.” They looked at each other like wild animals. He was the predator, she was the prey. The only question was, who would move first.

Ray did. She sprinted towards the door, opening it and slamming it in his face, but he was right behind her. Still clutching the towel, she jumped over the sofa to the other side of the room. She regretted not springing for a bigger apartment. “You little bitch. The more you struggle the more you will be punished.” He was in hunter mode now and Ray felt sympathy for anyone he’d ever been after. The man standing on the opposite side of the room was freaking scary and imposing. Adrenaline was pumping inside of her and her core was in knots. His cock was hard again and standing at the ready. She bit her lip. “Maybe I like the punishment.”, she hissed. He jumped and she ran into the kitchen. There was nowhere else for her to go, except the terrace, but she did not want to let the whole neighbourhood know what they were doing. The kitchen was kind of small and…tidy. He’d fucking tidied up when he got the food. Bastard.

He was blocking the doorway now and she was pressed against the sink. She had an idea. A terrible idea that was sure to make him mad. “You have nowhere to go. Come quietly and I might play nice.” She turned to look at him, catching his eye and holding his gaze. Slowly, she moved her arm towards the faucet. “Right. You bastard don’t know what nice means.” She threw an arm full of water towards him to slam him away from the door, but he’d expected that. He dodged and before she could move past him, he’d grabbed her. She screamed as he pressed her close to him for the second time today and he yanked the towel away from her.

“Oh, you bad, bad girl. You got rid of all the marks I left on your pretty little body.” Her naked back was pressed against his front. One hand held her close and aggressively fondled her breasts while the other was between her legs. “Don’t worry, I will make new ones.” His cock was throbbing against her naked ass as his hand slid along her folds. “God, you’re wet already.” It was true. Her face turned red at how embarrassingly quickly her body wanted him. But instead of admitting it, she struggled against him. He could take her right then and there. He could just thrust into her, make her scream again. “Fuck you.”, she spat out. “Your filthy mouth is just begging to be filled at this point.” And it was the truth. She longed to take his hard cock into her mouth. To choke on his length. So, instead of keeping her mouth shut, she proved him right. “Go to hell.” She hadn’t expected him to bite into the nape of her neck so hard that she gasped. He turned her around and the darkness in his eyes made her heart stop. If she didn’t know better, she would be scared. But they both knew that she was in control. She could stop this anytime.

“On your knees.”, he ordered and he pushed her down so hard she had no choice but to obey. Her face was now right in front of his cock and her mouth watered. All brattiness had left her body. Before he could say anything else, one of her hands was stroking him as the other cradled his balls. “Fuck, good girl.” She looked up at him and the feral look he gave her drove her wild. She opened her mouth but instead of taking him in, she licked the tip that was already leaking precum. His moans undid him. This man had no idea what was in store for him. She licked along his shaft while stroking him off lazily. His cock throbbed in her hand and she smiled right before she began taking him in. Slowly, she took him deeper and deeper, her tongue swirling around and licking his precum. He tried moving his hips, but she signalled him to stop. Not yet. She worked herself closer and closer to his base, taking deep breaths whenever she could and choking herself on him. Now it was his turn to swear profanities and to say her name like a prayer. His considerable size was a challenge and she doubted many had been able to take him like this. The thought made her a little proud and even more eager to please him. He held her hair out of her face like a gentleman and she gave him a sign to start moving.

He held her head steady by the hair as he fucked into her face. Careful at first, but more and more frantic as he realized that she could take it. One of her hands was still on his balls, kneading them as her other hand wandered between her legs. It was just a small release of the pressure she felt, but she knew she would get her turn later. The good thing about her power was that she could bend down the excess spit that would have made her cough and choke otherwise. Her knees began hurting on the cold tiles, but in the moment she wanted nothing more than to have Ajax cum right into her mouth. She could feel he was close. Until he hit her just as she was breathing in and she began coughing. He pulled out immediately to check if she was okay. “I’m fine.”, she said in between coughs, but he wasn’t having it. He pulled her back up on her wobbly legs to kiss her. “Fuck, baby, you did so good.”, he was genuinely impressed, but Ray was indignant. “I wanted you to cum in my mouth.” “Oh, no, I wouldn’t have. I have other plans.” 

He made her wrap her legs around his waist and carried her back into the bedroom, where he threw her onto the bed. That bastard had planned that, the tray was already on the floor. “That wasn’t much of a punishment if you enjoyed it, don’t you think?”, he asked as he stood at the foot of the bed, lazily stroking himself as he looked her up and down. Like he was going to devour her. Ray got goosebumps. “I mean, I almost choked on your cock, so I’d say that’s punishment enough.” Her voice was cocky to goad him on. She had no idea what else he wanted to do to her, but she desperately wanted to find out. “Turn around, on your stomach.” She gave him a smile. “No.” “Ray.” She’d always loved how her name sounded from his lips, but this was something else entirely. “Ajax.”

He didn’t take any more of her shit. He straddled her and even though she did her best to struggle, he turned her onto her stomach without a problem. Then, he sat down so she was trapped. “You little fucking brat.”, he spat and she couldn’t see him, but she could feel what he was doing. He jerked himself off. “No, no, no.”, she protested, her pussy aching for the relief she’d counted on. He pushed down onto her back with one arm. She couldn’t move. She was helpless. “You don’t deserve to cum.” “Ajax, please!”, her voice was so needy, it was embarrassing. “Oh, no. Begging won’t help you. You’re a dirty little bitch and you don’t deserve this.” And when he said ‘this’, he touched the wet spot between her legs, making her squirm. “I know how much you want it.” He moved lower down so he sat on her legs, his dick so close to both holes she wanted filled. She moved her ass closer. And jerked back as his hand hit her cheek hard. She cried out. He hit her again and again, alternating hands and cheeks and she just knew he had the nastiest grin on his face. But she didn’t dare look. She just screamed into the pillow. Healing the bruises had been a terrible idea. She wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

Right before she told him to stop in earnest, he already did. He lay his body down on top of hers, his dick between her ass cheeks. And he moved. Her tears turned from tears of pain to tears of frustration. He was so close. Just a little adjusting and he would be inside of her. But he didn’t let her shift. Instead, he bit into her neck, into her shoulder, never breaking skin, but leaving nasty, painful bruises. “Please, Ajax. I can’t-“ another bite made her yelp. “I can’t take it anymore. Please!” Her voice was full of the frustration she felt. He let up a little and turned her painfully so she could see him. “Are you sorry?”, he asked, his gaze was hard. “Yes!” “What are you sorry for?” “I’m sorry I got rid of the bruises you left on my body.” “Do you swear to never do it again?” “Yes, of course!” “I don’t think you understand. Do you swear to let my marks on your body heal naturally, even when I’m not around?” Ray’s voice caught before she could speak. What? Was he serious? He, of course, noticed her silence. “Do you swear?” She could feel him stroking himself again. “Okay, yes, I swear!” She would have said anything in that moment to get him to fuck her. He couldn’t be serious anyway. It was just a game. “And do you swear to always see me before the bruises fade so I can give you new ones?” Oh. “What?”, Ray asked, now completely confused. He lay down back on top of her, pressing her into the bed. His mouth was right by her ear when he said: “Do you swear to let me fuck you, to let me hurt you, regularly? Do you swear you will make time for me, to let me come to you whenever either of us wants to? Do you swear you will keep yourself safe so that I won’t have to worry about you when we are apart?” Her head swam. She was horny and confused and so fucking turned on and insecure. His cock throbbed against her back. She had no idea what she agreed to when she said: “Yes, I swear. Now please, please, fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”, he said with an obvious grin in his voice. Before she could say anything else, he’d buried himself inside of her. The tears came back, now because of the pleasure and the release she felt. He fucked her hard and deep and she came almost immediately. “Say my name.”, it was more of a plea than an order, but she was happy to obey. Her body was in so much pain and her head was confused, but she relished in the first thing and refused to acknowledge the second. When she came back down from her admittedly very long high, he pulled out and she could feel hot ropes of cum shooting across her back. Another way to mark her as his, even though she didn’t quite realize it yet.God, she was so tired. The alcohol was completely out of her system now, making her sluggish. The fact that it was five in the morning didn’t help either. Ajax carried her back into the bathroom, but this time he carefully put her in the bath and turned on the water. She knew it was both because he wanted to take care of her and because he wanted to make sure she only healed what was necessary and not one bruise more. He carried her back to the bed when she was finished and tucked her underneath the blanket. As he returned from his own shower, she was already half asleep. They didn’t say a word when he cuddled up against her as the big spoon. He pulled her close and she used his arm as a pillow. It was surprisingly comfortable. Usually, she had trouble falling asleep even when she was tired, but his steady breathing and the beating of his heart were like a lullaby to her. She must have already been dreaming because she could have sworn she heard him say “You are mine.”

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There was a misty frost in the air. It hung over everything leaving tiny dots of water over everything. You could feel the chill starting to seep through your coat. 

“The buyer is late.” Ajax complained to the people standing behind him. They looked at each other and quickly occupied themselves with getting an update on the buyer and left you alone with Ajax.

“You’re grumpy.” You said. He sighed and looked at you.

“You promised to be quiet and not do anything terrible… you’re not being quiet.” He muttered. To be fair you had promised that if he let you take Angel’s place at the deal you wouldn’t lose your temper. You hadn’t actually agreed to keeping quiet though.

"Do you want to borrow my hat? You look cold." You asked suddenly, changing the subject.

“Do I… why would I wear your hat?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“You look cold." You repeated. He sighed and shook his head.

“I’m fine. I don’t really feel the cold.” He said quickly and sat up a little, puffing up as if to make himself look tougher.

“You’re shivering.” You said as you let him think he’d convinced you he was big, strong and impervious to cold.

“Well… It’s very cold.” He grumbled. You chuckled and dumped your hat on his head. Just as you stepped away and he glared at you the buyer arrived and he had no time to say anything about the unceremonious dumping of the hat on his head.

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The Turning

Miles Fairchild

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Bad Decisions

Reader x Francis ‘Ajax’ Freeman (Deadpool)

Summary: You were one of ‘The Workshop’s’ experiments however all that was behind you until you come home to find a certain manufactured mutant bad guy sitting on your couch looking for information.

Author’s note: So I recently rewatched Deadpool and had forgotten how much I loved Francis/Ajax in this movie and then this idea took hold and I couldn’t let it pass. Sorry if you are subscribed just for the Steve content but I’m experimenting with branching out a little. If you enjoy this and would like more please let me know. Suggestions for content are always graciously accepted.

You had never expected to see him again. After all, you had kept up your side of the bargain.

Five years.

Five years chained and collared to a purpose you couldn’t care about. Five years fighting a battle in which you had no vested interest, except to make it back each time in one piece.

When your time had finally come and your debt repaid you bent that silver collar until you had felt it snap-in on itself with a satisfying crack. Freedom had never felt so good.

But as it turned out old habits were hard to break and despite the yearning, you felt to return to the normal life you found yourself feeling something missing, and that was how you had found yourself dipping your toe into that life again. You lied to yourself that it would be just one more job, just enough so that you had enough money to set yourself up then you would return to normal. You told yourself that this was different. You had the choice of what jobs you would take on, you were no longer anyone's puppet. You were crafting your own path and direction, just not the one you had ever thought you would.

Besides ‘normal’ was no longer part of our vocabulary, and when curiosity had gotten the better of you you had discovered that 6 years missing was as good as dead to those you had left behind. You didn’t belong there anymore.

You closed the door of your apartment behind you eyes closing as you leant your head against the door. All you could think about was running your bath and slipping into the warm water, allowing it to ease your aching muscles. Perhaps even opening that bottle of wine you had been saving, a thank you of sorts from a pleased client who happened to own a renowned vineyard as a side project.

But it seemed that there was to be a change of plans when you saw the very man who had started this all, sitting casually on your sofa as if he owned it.

Fucking Ajax.

And he had opened that bottle of wine.

Your eyes flicked to the knife block that sat on the kitchen counter, while your hand remained on the doorknob. He took his time taking a sip from the glass in his hand before placing it calmly on the coffee table, your coffee table.

There were two clear options, fight or flight. Neither one was particularly appealing. But you were damned if you were going to let them take you in again, turn you back into a slave.

“I’m not here for a fight, Sweetheart.” He said calmly, as he rose from the couch and instinctively you edged your back against the door.

He held up his hands, showing that he had no weapon. Like he needed one. You had seen first hand that his body itself was enough of a weapon. You had wondered whether lacking the ability to feel he had become more machine than man.

“So why are you here then?” You ask, trying to steady your breathing as he continues to advance towards you, his stance open and inviting as if you were friends. But you can see the calculation in his eyes, watching your movements closely, ready for you to run.

“Can’t a doctor check-in with his favourite patient?” He asks with a quirk of his eyebrow and you let out a laugh. Unable to remain silent on the absurdity of the whole situation. “Share a drink reminisce?”

“One, calling yourself a doctor is a little generous don’t you think? And, two, I am far from your favourite patient.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” he replies with a smile, his eyes roaming over your body in a way you haven't noticed before. A way that creates a tangle of heat in the base of your stomach.

You focus again, pushing any of those ‘notions’ from your mind and coming back to the fact that he has advanced again, only a mere steps away and you still don’t have a plan, your gaze was drawn back to the knife block, out of reach.

“But maybe it is a little more than that.”

Of course, it is.

“Someone has been looking for me,” his jaw clenches and you revel a little in the thought that something has managed to get under his skin, “a frustrating little worm in a black and red suit.”

Now that rings a bell, in fact, the other night while you had been at Sister Margaret’s a man in one of those ridiculous superhero costumes had been asking around for someone. Swearing about revenge and retribution for what someone had done to him. You hadn’t paid too much attention, the bar usually attracted a few crazies in amongst the regulars but this one had been particularly determined to find a man called ‘Francis’.

“Wait, you’re Francis?” It was starting to come together now. He must have been part of the project as well, it was not surprising that Ajax was on someone’s kill list. You ruin numerous lives it is bound to catch up with you sooner or later.

“You’re the guy he is looking for?”

With that last question, the smirk is wiped from his face. His enhanced reflexes allow him to move quickly to box you in, his arms braced on either side of your body up against the door. His eyes dark as he stares you down.

Your heart is beating wildly and you struggle to maintain your focus. If you are to have any chance of surviving this encounter you need to remain calm.

“He was here?” There is a distinctive edge to his voice now, the casual friendliness no longer present.

“No,” you say, quickly shaking your head. “Not here. At that bar on the other side of the city, the dodgy one with the smart-arse bartender. It’s a good place to pick up jobs.” You explain quickly your mouth running away from you. Hoping that once you let him know that his trip to your apartment has proved fruitless that he will leave and you can start to immediately look for another apartment.

But he doesn’t shift his stance, leaving you blocked and trapped. His head tilts as he looks over you, and you feel even more nervous under his gaze.

“Still making use of those gifts then,” he smiles as his finger traces over your shoulder, travelling down your arm in a movement so slow and delicate it’s intention is explicit.

"Maybe you should give me a little demonstration?" He cocks his head to the side, examining you looking for a sign of weakness or hesitation, you refuse to give him the opportunity.

"How do you know I'm not already?" you quirk your eyebrow as your fingers twist just slightly. Your breathing remains controlled as you speak, taking satisfaction in the confusion in his eyes.

"Sometimes I forget that you can't feel anything. Not even the knife I've currently got pointed at your back. In between your L1 and L2 vertebrae if I 'm correct, but then again I'm not the doctor here. Now maybe this knife isn’t sharp enough on it’s own, but I’m sure I can put enough telekinetic energy behind it to sever your spinal cord."

Instead of retreating or freezing in place, he lets out a laugh.

“You have changed haven’t you?” You freeze as his fingers trace across your cheek, “Where is my timid little mouse?”

You turn your face away, breaking the contact as it stirs feelings you are not in the mood to confront tonight.

“She was lost after that first kill.” You admit, even though it was a blur, you remembered the look in their eyes as life fled their body as the results of your actions. A simple twist of your fingers had been all it took to snap a neck.

“Would you kill me?” amusement tinges his voice which makes you blood boil urging you to push the knife further.

“If I had to.” You tell him, even though the simple answer should be yes. Those years were stolen. Even though they were years that you would have never had otherwise. Ajax or Francis had always been an enigma to you. Never giving anything away of himself during your sessions.

You rise to your toes so that you can attempt to match his height. “You don’t hold the power here, not anymore.”

A smile broadens across his lips as he looks almost impressed.

“You know it wasn’t a complete lie when I said you were my favourite patient. Quiet, yes, but one of those spirits that are hard to break, I had to work hard to trigger that mutation. I had thought maybe after your mutation that you may work beside me, at the Workshop.” He sighed, “But a telekinesis mutation, much too valuable on the private market. Not that you have suffered for it. It looks good on you. And now that you are a free agent.”

You search his eyes for what was the truth and they were just as cold and unreadable as ever. Could he actually be deluded enough to think that you would join him?

“Drop the knife, Sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear and you are reminded of all the times he would call you that, even before he snapped the cold metal collar around your neck as you were delivered to who would be your handler.

‘That’s it, Sweetheart, hold still for me.’ The last thing you heard until your surroundings before everything became faded and blurred.

“Or I can make you drop it,” he warns.

You want to laugh at his continued blind confidence in his own abilities even in his vulnerable position. But you are cut off by his lips pressing against your own.

Even though you could feel the tension in the air, his kiss takes you by surprise. It may have been unexpected but it is in no way unpleasant, and you can chastise yourself later on your poor decision making as you move your lips against his.

You hear the knife clatter to the floor, your concentration is broken, as his hand grips your hip.

You can still taste the wine on his lips as your tongue darts out to trace across his bottom lip.

You should stop this, should push him away from you with your mind or body, whichever feels like cooperating, but there is a part of you that craves this. Perhaps the part of yourself that was twisted and moulded by the Workshop itself.

Besides, it’s been a while since you made an epically bad decision. You are well overdue.

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I’m not even denying...

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Congrats on your milestone! Can I have a drabble with Ajax (Deadpool) + prompt 40 and 74?

Characters: Reader x Francis ‘Ajax’ Freeman

Warnings: mentions of violence, swearing

Prompt: 40. “I know you’re trying to push me away, but I won’t let you.” & 74. “I’m a monster.”

Word Count: 497

A/N: thank you! i hope it’s okay! also rip sorry i didn’t really make this,,,, nice,,,, i had a different way in my head about how this was going to end and then i started writing and ended up with something different

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Francis lied to you about his job. He lies to everyone, but his reasons for lying to you were different than all the others before you��— you were sweeter. More innocent, borderline naive, not the type Francis would think was his type. Yet he fell for you, anyway, fell for you despite the criticism from his coworkers and the threat it could pose to his business. He wanted to shield you from the horrors of his job, protect you in his own twisted way, but the truth had to come out sooner or later, although it came out much sooner than Francis was prepared for.

He was careless. Left case files on his desk that you stumbled upon. Even better, it was Wade fucking Wilson’s file, the man who seemed to pose an inconvenience in every aspect of Francis’ life. You read about all the tests Francis ran on him, the tests in extensive, gory detail. You thought it was a joke at first, albeit a cruel, sadistic one, because you refused to believe the man you were with could be capable of such horrible things.

But it was true. It was all completely true, and under your nose this entire time.

“Francis, what the fuck is this?” you demand, throwing the file down in front of him as soon as Francis enters the apartment. His eyes narrow, gaze dropping to the file before his expression falls, recognising it instantly. “Yeah, your big secret’s out in the open, now.”

“Okay,” Francis rubs the back of his head, trying to piece together an explanation that would somehow get you to forgive him. “It’s not as bad—”

“Not as bad as it looks?” you spit, finishing Francis’ flimsy explanation before he can, and he sighs as you scoff in disbelief. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I’ve fallen for such a monster—”

“Yeah, alright, I’m a monster.” Francis yells back, throwing his hands in the air, and you glare at him, hands balled into fists as he steps towards you. He tries to reach out to you, but you step away from him, shaking your head as he continues, “But trust me, darling, I’m helping these people.” 

“Helping?” you repeat, incredulous, swatting Francis’ hands away from you as he tries to hold you. “By torturing them?” 

Francis sighs, gritting his teeth as he tries his best to be patient in the face of your anger. “I know you’re trying to push me away, but I won’t let you. Just hear me out, love.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” you snap, trying to push past Francis. “I’m leaving.”

“y/n,” Francis suddenly grips your arm, and your anger is suddenly replaced with fear. His voice is low, threatening, his smile cold and terrifying as you realize you’re seeing a side to Francis you’ve never seen before. Perhaps you can believe the files now, you think, as Francis orders, “Sit down. You’re not leaving until we talk about this.”

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[x] § Francis Freeman Imagine §

A last groan escaped the man’s lips as his body fell limp against the concrete, eyes glazed over as he became lifeless.

The bald-headed man walked up to him, reaching down to pull his axe out of the body’s chest. He hummed in surprised as his eyes landed on (Y/N)’s figure behind the glass, somehow to focused beforehand to notice.

“Huh,” He scoffed in surprise, scanning over the silhouette, “what’s a beautiful creature like yourself being tied up with a scumbag like this shit?” his fingers pointed to the dead body by his side.

“Mutant,” (Y/N) grumbled. 

“Well,” he bit his lip, “mutants should lend each other a hand huh?” a small grin tore on his lips as he grasped the axe’s handle tightly in his hand and smashed it against the glass.

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Francis tightened his grip around your body as he pulled you closer, pressing your back against his chest as he settled your head in the crook of his neck. You felt him place a gentle kiss on top of your head and you couldn't help but smile at this.

"Morning," you told him quietly.

"Go back to sleep, it's still early."

You wanted to turn around a bit to look at him but he didn't let you move. "Then why are you awake?"

He remained silent for several seconds, as if he was trying to decide whether or not to answer. But then he said, "I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"This," he replied, earning a questioning hum from you. "Us. Times like this I kind of wish I wasn't a mutant."

"I still don't get it," you admitted.

Francis let out a long, heavy sigh. "I don't feel anything, Y/N, you know that. Thanks to this being in a relationship is," he began but had no idea how to finish the sentence. Whatever word he would use is the end, it would surely come out wrong.

"What?" you demanded, finally breaking free of his grasp so you could turn around to face him. "Meaningless? Irrelevant? Is this supposed to mean you're only with me because Wade only lets you live as long as you're with me?"

"No, no, no, that's not the case," he quickly assured you. "What I meant is... I don't feel anything physically when we're together. But I want to feel your kiss, your touch, your everything," he explained while he swept a strand of hair behind your ear. "And when we're here in bed like this, with your body pressed against mine, I wish I could feel it."

It all made sense now. "But we can't do anything about it, can we?" you asked quietly.

"No, we can't." For a few moments he kept silent, but then he suddenly leaned forward to kiss your forehead. "I lov–"

His sentence was interrupted by the doorbell and Francis let out an annoyed groan in response. When you moved to get out of bed he reached out to stop you by grabbing your hand.

"No, don't open it. It's early, they can come back later," he told you with a small smile.

"Morning, Y/N, open up!" you heard a familiar, cheerful voice from outside. "It's a surprise visit!"

"Wade," Francis noted as he turned on his back and looked up at the ceiling.

"If I don't let him in," you began to explain as you jumped out of bed and quickly put on your robe, "he'll either keep shouting and successfully wake up my neighbors, or he'll simply break into my apartment."

"Fine, I'll go with you," he said as he slowly sat on the edge of the bed, clearly not happy about it.

"You don't think I can open a door myself?"

"You know that's not what I mean. Wade is here for me anyway." As he searched for his jeans, he quietly added, "He and his bloody surprise visits."

Without waiting for Francis, you rushed to the door before Wade could wake up everyone in the building.

"Hi, Wade," you said with a smile as you stepped away to let him in.

"Good morning, Y/N. Where's my bestie?" He waltzed inside with a stupid grin on his face. "Oh, Francis! Where are you?" he asked in a sing-song voice.

"I'm here, you fucking moron," Francis told him grumpily while he walked over to you. "Can't you keep quiet? All of our neighbors will wake up to your stupid voice."

"It's nice to see you too, fuckface."

"Boys, please, don't start a fight."

The two of them were still staring each other, their bodies equally tense as they stared at each other. You walked over to Francis, placing your hand on his chest to get his attention. When he looked down at you, you tilted your head to the side as you gave him a meaningful look.

"Wade, can I give you coffee or something?" you asked when you turned around to face your guest.

He sat on a barstool, folding his hands on the kitchen island as he nodded. "Yes, thank you, that would be great. So, how is he behaving these days?"

Francis rolled his eyes as he sat down. "As if I wasn't even here."

"Everything's great, Wade. You know, making a phone call would be enough, there's no need for you to come here every time," you added with a shrug before pressing a few buttons on the coffee machine.

"But that was the deal. I check on him regularly to see if he behaves," Wade explained with a wide and almost sadistic grin. "So does he take out the trash when asked?"

"Yes, he does," you said with a nod. "How's Vanessa? Doesn't she mind that you left this early?"

Wade raised his hand. "Oh, no, don't change the topic. We're here this morning to discuss if I can finally kill him or not," he told you with a finger pointed at Francis.

"You can't!" you snapped at him, though you still placed the cup of coffee in front of him. "When will you stop harassing him?"

He gave you a clearly fake shocked look. "I'm not harassing him!"

"Actually, you are," Francis told him with a provocative smirk on his lips. "You keep showing up uninvited, demanding answers to your stupid questions. Why don't you trust Y/N enough to call you if I do something you wouldn't like?"

"But I like these conversations," Wade said with a sigh.

"We don't!" you and Francis said at the same time.

Francis smiled as he looked over at you, eventually reaching out to take your hand. He pulled you closer and you wrapped an arm around his body as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

After taking a deep breath you returned your attention to Wade. "Look, all we want is a little peace and privacy. Francis is doing his best to leave his old life behind. So can you try and trust me with this?"

"I wish I could," he began, "but if I don't make sure you're okay, Vanessa will kill me."

"That's just your usual bullshit," Francis pointed out.

"You should leave, Wade," you told him but he didn't move. "Now."

Wade nodded, quickly finished his coffee, and then stood up. "Alright, fine, I'll leave. But don't think you can get away with it. I'll be watching you," he warned Francis menacingly.

With that he turned around and stormed out of your apartment. He didn't say goodbye and even you didn't have the chance to do that. But after this conversation, though, goodbyes weren't really needed.

Once you were alone, you kissed Francis' shoulder. "I'll talk to Vanessa about it, okay?"

"You don't have to," he told you when he turned around to look at you.

"I want to," you said before kissing him. "Let's go back to bed."

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Ajax x Reader

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You smiled as you caught Ajax rolling a ball of snow. He was doing it in a way that made you sure he thought that he was being subtle about it. Looking down to the ground and not directly at his hand as if he didn’t want anyone to see that he was pretty gleeful over the snowfall.

Everyone was waiting around for a shipment delivery and it had been so long now that many people had started to lounge around against the walls or boxes that were dotted around the shipping yard.

“Having fun?” You asked. Ajax looked your way curiously, then he frowned and looked around as he realised that you were talking to him.

“Waiting around here? Not really. I know doing nothing is your favourite hobby.” He said back and grinned.

“Why don’t you want anyone to know that you like snow?” You asked quickly. He rolled his eyes and you watched him try to hide the snowball he’d made.

“I do not like snow.” He insisted. 

"You can pretend you don’t care. You can fool the whole world. But I know differently." You grinned as he went to defend himself but several small snowballs rolled out from behind him and landed on the floor as you laughed loudly enough to draw attention to you both.

“If you say anything.” He said threateningly and pointed a finger at you while you tried to stifle your giggles.

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Wounds (Ajax x Reader)

Summary: All out of options, you finally agree to an offer from a strange man...but who you find when you get there, leaves you speechless.

Pairing: Ajax x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1158(?)

A/N: Who knows how many parts this will have? Cuz I don’t

When you finally come to, you find yourself in a dark room. You are restrained to a bed with medical equipment you can’t name, scattered around you. A dim light shines above you and bunch of plastic curtains surround you and prevent you from seeing anything beyond your “room” but silhouettes.

A scary thought then crosses your mind as you really take in this place. What if you are about to make a terrible mistake? Is it too late to back out of the program…?

You wiggle around in your restraints to try to get free, but as expected, it’s of no use. You suddenly hear footsteps, which causes you to freeze in place. In walks a woman with dark black hair hanging loosely to either side of her face. She dangles what seems to be a toothpick around in her mouth. A closer inspection reveals it to be a matchstick. Odd. She isn’t dressed at all like someone who belongs in any medical facility. Too much black. You don’t know what it is about her, but you can tell that she isn’t to be trifled with. She forcefully reaches for a clipboard with papers attached to the end of your bed.

“Y/N, is it… The Doctor will be in to see you soon,” she says, flatly.

The woman leaves with your clipboard and you are left alone with only the sounds of faint drips and machine humming in your ears. Finally the woman enters again with a metal cart with supplies trailing behind her. When the Doctor dressed in a white lab coat, eventually enters the room, you are visibly startled. You almost can’t believe your eyes, but you’d know his face anywhere...

Francis.

He doesn’t even notice you at first. He’s got his head down looking through a cell phone.

“Sorry about that,” he apologizes as he shoves the device into his coat pocket. You are silent, as all you can do is just stare at him. The woman hands Francis your file, and that’s when you note the recognition in his eyes. He stops reading and lifts his head to look at you for the first time.

You think about screaming at him. Ask how he could just leave you after what happened, but you’re too exhausted for any of that so you just watch him, frustrated. There is small hesitance in his actions, before he speaks.

“Well this is unexpected,” he finally says. There’s something about the faint smirk on his face, that doesn’t sit right with you. “I’d always wondered what you’d gotten up to.” He says it so nonchalantly, like he isn’t speaking to you, his former fiancee.

”You know her?” the woman asks.

“Yeah, I did. Once,” Francis replies, all the while not taking his eyes off you. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?” he asks.

Why is he acting like this? Yeah, you didn’t leave things on the best of terms, but the man you knew, was never this cold and unfamiliar.

“So this is what you do now?” you eventually find the words to ask him.

“Yes,” Francis nods, watching you with a wary expression, like he’s wondering what you might say next.

“You got the treatment too?”

“Yes,” he answers again, before hastily changing the topic. “Cancer... How unfortunate. Well let’s hope the treatment will change that.”

He puts your files away and stands at the side of your bed now. “I don’t like to waste time,” he says, bending down so he is level to your face “To start, I’m going to inject you with a serum that will activate mutant genes you may have in you DNA. I’m sure you’re well aware that the mutant gene is usually activated by extremely stressful situations.”

You nod.

“That's what we'll be putting you through. Depending on how your body reacts, it can either be a very short or very long process. I won’t lie to you and say that this won’t be painful. It will be. Very.”

You grimace a little, but say nothing.

“With that being said…” Francis straightens himself up again. “You think you’re up for it?” 

You nod a few times. “I can handle it,” you assure him.

Then he smiles, a smile slightly broader than anything he’s given you since he walked in. Almost like he’s proud. It nearly makes you want to smile back, but the thought quickly fades.

“We’ll be back in a moment.” He says leaving the room, with Angel in tow.

“What’s it like?” Angel questions walking opposite Francis, on the way back from visiting another patient. “Seeing someone from your past, considering how… “changed” you are.”

“It’s a bit strange, actually,” he admits. “Of course I remember having feelings for her at one point, but they just aren’t there now…” he trails off. “Bit hard to explain.” He shrugs.

“I see…” she begins. “But this won’t cause any issues will it?”

“No, of course not,” Francis shakes his head.

“OK,” Angel replies satisfied, before the pair re enter your quarter’s again.

“Angel.” Francis gives a nod to the woman standing on the opposite side of your bed. She pushes the cart of supplies toward him. He then puts on a pair of sterile white gloves. You watch anxiously as he quickly searches for a vein in your arm. When he’s finally found it, he brushes his finger against it a few times. You feel your arm tense under his touch. Without hesitating, he immediately reaches for an IV connected to some odd blue liquid.

When he starts to move the sharp needle toward you, you call out “Wait.” He stops for a moment, appearing slightly taken aback by your outburst. You never really liked needles, but that isn’t entirely what caused your protest. You knew after this, there was no going back.

“Uh uh,” Angel shakes her head. “Too late for that, sweetie.”

“Afraid she’s right,” Francis agrees. “But don’t worry,” he says bringing the tip of the needle back toward your arm. “This isn’t even the worst of it.”

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Francis Freeman x Child!Freeman!Reader ~ Preservation

A/N: This is my attempt at writing a censored Deadpool fic. Please let me know what you guys think. I tried my best to keep Francis and Wade's personalities intact throughout the story, but please do not complain about their dialogue. I personally do not use profanity; words such as stupid and idiot (etc.) are probably the closest I will ever get. That doesn't mean I do not enjoy movies that use profanity, it is just my personal opinion that I should not use such language. Word Count: 1349

"Patience, Angel. All in good time," Francis announces as Angel Dust threatens Wade Wilson. Sauntering into the room to meet the newest recruit for the Weapon X program, the man is quick to assess the mercenary brought before him. "We have another talker."

"I'm just excited about my first day at superhero camp," Wade quips with an overly-exaggerated expression of excitement, only to be met with a gag being forcibly shoved in his mouth.

A bright red light emitted from a small pen shines in the mercenary's eyes as Francis performs a quick examination. Wade's eyelids are stretched and yanked away from his eyes and assaulted by the laser-like light, grunting in discomfort as the English-accented man introduces himself.

"Mr. Wilson, my name's Ajax. I manage this workshop. My welcome speech used to be full of euphemisms like: 'This may hurt a little.' 'This may cause you some discomfort.' But I've grown blunt. This workshop is not a government-led program. It's a private institution that turns reclamation projects like yourself into men of extraordinary abili-"

The soft, but audible interruption of feet running on the concrete flooring of the Workshop catches the attention of the three adults in the room, Wade being the first to comment on the noise when he spots a bit of baby blue fabric peeking out from behind the lab coat of the man who calls himself 'Ajax.'

"What's that you hidin' behind your back, Ajax? I don't remember you waltzing in with any baby blue on ya."

Pale blue eyes tear away from the man strapped to the gurney to peer behind the white coat, confirming his suspensions as to what Wade is describing. Whether or not he acknowledges the matter will not make a difference. Either way, Wade will make some comment that will undoubtedly contain words that Francis wants to avoid using in regards to the sudden situation shift.

"Nothing of importance."

Unfortunately, Francis' hopes are shattered when the young figure using him as a barrier pokes her little head out from behind his legs and lets her curious gaze feast on the strange man. The girl's naïveté drew her out upon hearing the familiar voice of the man who has been caring for her for the past five years.

"Daddy, who's that?

From his lying position on the cold surface of the stretcher, Wade can only blink in disbelief. Not only is there a child standing in a building unsuited for any living being to reside in, but said child has just addressed the apathetic English man as her father. A flurry of emotions and urges the mercenary has rarely ever felt, such as anger and protectiveness, course through Wade's veins like a tidal wave.

"Why is a child here? Better yet, how in the world were you, a stupid, sadistic bag of ugly, able to create such a precious child?"

"I appreciate the compliment, but that is none of your business," Francis calmly states, ignoring the negative comment embedded within the question as he promptly turns to his daughter with a chiding tone," What have I told you, (Y/n)? You must stay in the office until I return."

"But the soldier by the door left me alone when a lady asked him to go with her. I didn't want to be alone," (Y/n) mumbles before taking interest finds its way back to Wade. "Is that man gonna be like you and me, Daddy?"

A silent curse lingers on Francis' lips. He makes a mental note to kill the incompetent man who failed the simple task of guarding his office while (Y/n) remained inside as he answers her question. Angel will be pleased with the freedom given to her for her newest assignment.

"Yes, darling. He will be like everybody else here."

By now, Francis sees no point in keeping his daughter away from the next experiment. Knowing her insatiable curiosity, which is driven by an unknown source, nothing can deter (Y/n) away from learning about her surroundings. During the few years of her existence, Francis has tried his best to summarize and censor the description of his work into a simple, more child-friendly concept. Of course, many details unfit for her ears are left out, but for the most part, she learns from her father that the work he does helps people who are ill and in pain.

"You know, you should be ashamed of yourself, Ajax. No child should be in a workshop like this. From the looks of this place, almost anywhere is better than here," Wade growls, using his tongue to push away at the gag previously placed in his mouth. "You'd have to be sick to keep her cooped up in a building. Don't you know what all those moans and screams can do to a kid?"

"Have you ever raised a child, Mr. Wilson? I, for one, know you don't have any children of your own, so do not lecture me on how to properly raise my child."

Lifting (Y/n) into his arms with anger burning in his eyes, Francis carries his daughter upstairs, occasionally answering her growing number of inquiries. Upon entering his office, he placed her down onto the large mattress in the corner and retrieves several books from a paper bag.

"Here are some new books for you to read, (Y/n). Try to occupy yourself for a few more hours. I'm almost done."

"Okay!"

---

Having no way of occupying themselves while being strapped onto their respective gurneys, Wade and his new conversation buddy, David Cunningham, engage in small chats as scientists and hired muscle bustle around the Workshop. An occasional joke is thrown at a passing guard, but Wade's cynical humor is not appreciated by all.

While the Workshop is at its busiest time of the day, Wade directs his undivided attention to the unseemly sight of the youngling toddling around after her father like a little duckling does with their mother, all the while with a cute animal plush in hand.

"Why is she here," he murmurs to himself.

"What? You don't know," David inquires, startling Wade, who was not expecting for him to overhear the hushed question. "Ajax has been raising (Y/n) here since she was born. Poor girl's mom died during the birth. The only reason why Ajax decided to keep her is because he learned that she inherited his mutant genes."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait... so you're saying that that innocent, pure ray of sunshine and rainbows is a mutant freak like Francis? No way."

"Yeah... I've been here long enough to witness it. Don't know how I've survived this long though... I guess I'm reminded of my kids."

"You're lovely. I don't know about anyone else, but I'm touched," Francis interjects, a sadistic grin stretching across his lips. "Though, I should warn you to be careful of what you say about my daughter. This will be your only warning. One wrong word and you'll regret it. I promise you that."

"W-We were just joking," David backpedals hastily.

"Daddy, what does 'joking' mean?"

"It means that he is trying to be funny."

"Ohhhhh," (Y/n) coos. "Does that mean you're always joking, Daddy? You always act funny and make me laugh when you read my bedtime stories."

"Kind of. Now, run along back upstairs, (Y/n). I need to go to work now."

With her stuffed plush clutched tightly to her chest, (Y/n) agrees and happily skips up the metal steps leading to her destination, the familiar tune of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star echoing across the building. The sadistic grin on Francis' face transitions into one of happiness for a brief second as his daughter acts like any child should: pure and ignorant to the cruel reality of the world around them.

Wade's perspective on the situation changes after witnessing a second father-daughter moment. He finds the smallest shred of sympathy for the English man. Despite the cruel environmental conditions and illegal, inhumane activities taking place, (Y/n) has managed to retain her innocence. All thanks to Francis 'Ajax' Freeman.

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Francis “Ajax” Freeman x Reader

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

The next few days are much quieter than usual, with Ajax seeming to make himself scarce, held up in his personal quarters doing god knows what. The 'patients', if you can call them that, seem relieved to have a break from his presence, but you can't help to feel as though it has something to do with the incident.

The last time you were with him plays over in your head as you try to contemplate what could possibly be in store for you. Something about your mutation allowed him to feel again; not only the physicality of your skin on his, but even his emotions seem to spring back to life upon your slightest touch. You think back to the redness of his skin, an angry outline of your hand forming clearly upon his cheek, but he wasn’t even mad. He caressed you so gently, with a clear sense of restraint you didn’t know was possible from him, almost as though he was suddenly acutely aware of how much pain he had caused you in the last few months.

You hadn't seen him since.

Even Angel was starting to worry about what he could be cooking up in his quarters. A new torture device perhaps? Something even worse than the suffocation chamber?

Angel knew about the other night, you had confided in her after Ajax's first day 'gone', but she played it off at the time. With each passing day, her worry seemed to grow.

You sit up in bed, unable to sleep. Standing with a defeated sigh, you slip quietly out into the hall towards Angel's room. The door squeaks slightly, and you hear something shift inside the room. "Angel?" You call out in a loud whisper, hoping to deter any possibility of her mistaking you for an unwanted guest.

She breathes out, stepping from behind the door and taking your hand to walk back towards her bed. "I almost punched you."

You giggle softly, both taking a seat at the edge of the bed. "I just keep thinking about what he could be doing up there... I'm worried it's something for me."

"He might not be making anything," She moves closer, draping her arm around you in comfort. "He could just be trying to figure out how to fix himself."

"Or he's trying to find out how to extract it from me..."

She offers to let you stay with her for the night, but you feel the need to be alone again. Padding softly back to your room, you notice the door is slightly ajar although you distinctly remember shutting it.

Your eyes have had time to adjust to the darkness by now, allowing you to make out a figure sitting at the end of your bed as you step into the room.

A chill runs down your spine as he stands, his silhouette immediately recognizable as Ajax.

"Come here." He whispers, offering his hand to you and seemingly genuinely saddened when you take a step back. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"It's funny..." You glare through the darkness, taking another small step back toward your still open door. "You used to say that every time you put me in the suffocation chamber."

He shoots forward, grabbing your arm just as you attempt to run, and pulls your body flush against his. His strong arms wrap around you, proving your squirming to be embarrassingly ineffective, and causing you to give up with a huff of frustration.

His grip loosens slightly into a gentle caress, one of his hands moving to lift your chin so that your eyes meet. "I really won't hurt you. Not ever again."

You glare at him in silence.

"I have no reason to hurt you, I just couldn't stay away from you any longer." He slides his hand along your jaw, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours.

You pull back as much as he will allow, narrowing your eyes at him. "The Ajax I know would just play nice and then run painful experiments until he could find something useful, like a way to extract whatever my mutation is for himself."

Seeming to deflate, he releases you, running his hand down his face with an exasperated sigh as he sits back down on your bed. "I could tell you how much I thought about you the last few days, but you wouldn’t believe me. I could even tell you that I actually had dreams, all of them about you, but you probably wouldn’t believe that either. Even if I told you how I woke up in a cold sweat every night I spent away from you, each filled with nightmare after nightmare of all the things I did to you, and feeling all the pain I caused you...I'm sure you wouldn’t even believe that, would you?"

Unsure what to say, you opt to remain silent. He nods softly, looking up to study your face in what little light the moon offered.

"I tried to stay away from you, to get you out of my head, but I started having dreams about more things happening to you... Other people causing you pain, and I just-I just..." His shoulders slump and you feel yourself move toward him. You stoop to your knees before him, caressing his cheek, your eyes widening as you feel his wet skin.

He doesn’t pull away from you, but instead looks up to reveal the glimmering streaks trailing his cheeks. Your body seems to react faster than your brain, not fully realizing your actions until you feel his lips start to move in response to your own. When you pull away, he seems dazed, his brows furrowed while a smile gently tugs at the corners of his lips.

Pulling you flush against him, he holds you tight, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder before whispering in your ear. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

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Repost from my AO3 account here.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Being Wade’s Sister and Dating Ajax Would Include...

Characters: Wade Wilson X Sister Reader, Ajax X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Deadpool

Warnings: Violence

Request: Could you do an imagine for being Wade Wilson ' s little sister and dating Ajax, please?

-          Wade is NOT happy

-          He sees it as another reason to kill Ajax.

-          However, you’re still his sister- the only decent family he has left- so he doesn’t want to hurt you.

-          In one of his many near run ins with Ajax, he actually spends the time asking him if he actually loves you.

-          Ajax actually honestly says yes.

-          “If you ever think about doing what you did to me, to her, I’ll gut you alive, do you hear me?”

-          “I wouldn’t ever do that Wade, I can promise you that.”

-          Wade is just waiting for you two to break up.

-          He’s not going to kill him when you’re together, because he knows you’d never forgive him.

-          He will however, beat him till he wishes he was dead.

-          Ajax actually covering him with lame excuses.

-          You probably have no idea that your brother and boyfriend are arch enemies.

-          They threaten each other when ether you leave the room. Mostly Wade.

-          As soon as you come back, they’re all smiles and they shut up.

-          Wade complaining to everyone about the whole dilemma.

-          He’s not going to try and break you up though.

-          There is part of him that hopes you can get Ajax out his job and actually make him a better person.

-          But he does have that gun ready with Francis’ name on it.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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