#wade winston wilson x reader

[softfem-dom]

hey so I fr need something for poly origins poolverine with after the X-team dissolves reader and her husband kinda take wade in and now he lives in their cabin

and reader's baby nephews/cousins are coming over so wade keeps them entertained for a while (liek lplaying with them i mean) and when Logan see it's he's just like "I want him".

and fluff?

I want him

origins!husband!logan x wife!reader x origins!wade wilson

a/n : I'm driven by my desire to see wade with kids I fear I might combust if he smiles at me while holding a kid in his arms. (in my mind wade is the best babysitter ever because he grew in a big family and you can go argue with the wall)

wc : 0.4k(sorry it's so short😭)

JUST PURE TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF , WADE BEING AN AWARD WINNER BABYSITTER , LOGAN REALIZING HE REALLY WANTS THE KID . soft!origins!logan . soft!wife!reader .

You knew Logan was still trying to convince himself he was doing this for you, trying to convince himself that he didn't enjoy Wade's annoying presence as much as you did.

But if after the X-Team dissolved, he had pretty much welcomed the mercenary into your homely wood cabin, then there was not much to argue.

Husband and wife indulging to the every whim of a young man that just happened to have a cute face to pair up with that cocky asf attitude.

It was cute, really, to see your husband so adamant on denying his love for the merc with a mouth. Especially when there were days he acted like this.

Ever since moving with Logan to the cabin you occupied in the outskirts of a nowhere town, it was settled that your family would visit you two at least twice a year —and today it was one of those days.

Your older sister had come to visit you, with the intention of having tea and talking for a while, while your husband talked with her husband. And, that left Wade to tend to the little hurricane you had as a nephew.

When you and Logan walked out of the kitchen to say hi to the little rascal, you were met by the sight of a blanket fort built in the middle of your living room. And Wade playing with the kid inside.

Your heart melted on the spot. "aw, Lo', look at that-" you started to coo, voice a gentle whisper —as to not disturb the moment. When you turned to your husband.

Logan's eyes were fixated on the sight of Wade playing around with the little kid, his eyebrows slightly raised, and in complete silence. That before he slowly wrapped his arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. His cheek was against yours while his eyes were still locked on the scene playing before his eyes.

"I wan' him" he murmured in your ear, voice a low rumble. Next thing you knew he was affectionately bumping his nose against your cheek before pressing a kiss to the skin of your jaw.

You chuckled at that, an affectionate sound that came from deep in your chest. That caught Wade's attention and he was immediately grabbing the kid in his arms and walking towards you two with a bright smile.

"Me too, honey, me too.."

[jakegyllenbaalz]

this movie is making me insane

[trumanbluee]

you're the one that i want - deadpool / wade wilson

minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!

please reblog if you like it! ᡣ𐭩

based on this request! <3

content: three words, baby! the honda odyssey!

word count: 2.5k

warnings: established relationship, no mention of condom (wrap it b4 u tap it!), petnames galore, deadpool is a warning in of himself lol.

a/n: the deadpool brainrot has been so strong recently so thank u guys so much for all ur requests! my return to my deadpool era couldn't have come at a worse time with my exams happening rn but i will try and write as much as i can! love you!

You'd been sitting in the backseat of the "fuck-ass Honda Odyssey", as Wade had described it, arm resting on the centre console, your head propped up on your palm lamely as you turn it left to right, half-listening to Wade and Logan argue like you're at a tennis match.

You'd almost flown forward into the front of the car when it came to an abrupt stop, tyres screeching as you let out a soft yelp in surprise. Wade hears you, and wordlessly pushes you back softly. You'd heard something spat out from Logan, along the lines of "You'll never save the fucking world!", followed by Wade's voice saying, "I'm gonna fight you now." and then the sound of a sickening crunch as he punches Logan in the nose.

It's milliseconds before you see your boyfriend's arm reach back and open your door, gently ushering you out with a soft, "Why don't you go for a walk, pretty girl?"

You know better than to argue, especially with Logan seething in the front seat, so you hop out of the car, shutting the door behind you as you trudge off into the trees, half grateful for being kicked out of the car so you didn't have to listen to Logan's grumbles when you inevitably had to ask him to pull over so you could pee.

You could hear the yelling and grunting in the distance, shaking your head as you hear the faint shatter of glass, followed by a - less than masculine - squeal from your boyfriend. You laughed to yourself, not worried in the slightest as you hear the fighting between the two, Logan's growls echoing through the trees as he squelches his claws into your boyfriend's stomach.

You'd told Wade to give Logan a break, and that eventually he would find out about his 'educated wish', but he hadn't listened, instead continuing to push and push and push Logan until, expectedly, he reached his breaking point.

You wandered around amongst the trees for a while, before slumping against a tree not too far from the car, your eyes growing heavy as you listened to the soft rustle of the leaves above you.

You wake up groggily, looking around the room as you rub sleep from your eyes. You startle when a red suit appears in front of you, but it's not the Deadpool suit that you're all too familiar with.

"I'm Elektra, that's Gambit," the woman points to a man in a helmet, who's stood in the corner, playing with cards, "and that's Blade," she points over her shoulder with her thumb to the man in a long, leather trench-coat.

"I.. uhm.. Hi?" you say, taken aback by this sudden bombardment of strangers.

"We're helping you and your friends get out of the void." Elektra explains, offering her hand to help you stand up. You take it gratefully.

"...Oh, cool..." you say, still groggy from being asleep for so long. "..are.. are they around?"

Elektra nods, pointing outside with her head, "Yellow's by the fire, Red's... around here somewhere."

You nod, thanking her and smiling awkwardly at Blade and Gambit as you walk outside, the smoke from the fire consuming your nostrils as you step out. You spot Logan by the fire, but see that he's sitting with someone.

'She looks an awful lot like that X-23 girl we saw at the TVA.' you think, not ruling out the possibility that it is her with the level of weirdness that had already occurred during your short time in the void. You tread on, looking around before you spot the Honda Odyssey. You shake your head, rolling your eyes as you walk to the drivers door of the car, opening it to reveal your boyfriend in the back-seat, pulling his katana's out of the passenger's seat next to you as you plop into the driver's seat.

He looks up when he hears the car door open, and the white eyes of his mask visible soften as he sees you.

"Hey baby," he coos, scooching forward in the back-seat to press a soft kiss to your cheek through his mask as you sit in the driver's seat, peeking over the headrest to look back at him, "was wonderin' when you were gonna wake up, sleepy head."

You smile softly, before taking a moment to look around at the damage done to the car. Your eyes go wide and your hand flies to your mouth, the other reaching back to swat at Wade's shoulder.

"Wade! What the fuck did you two get up to in here? Jesus Christ!"

You hear a whisper of 'Baby Knife!' followed by a soft grunt as Wade pockets another one of his knives.

"Just some good ol' fashioned fightin', baby! I'm kinda sad you missed it, that shit got good!"

You tut, leaning around the driver's seat to look at him as he's hunched over, digging for another one of his knives beneath the seat.

You hear him mumble something along the lines of 'Hate this fuckin' car' before he shoots up, and you can sense his smile through the mask. He leans back in the seats that are in the very back of the car, right leg thrown over one seat, with his other leg spread, suit-clad knee pressing into the fabric of the other. His eyes sharpen as he looks at you, before groaning softly, throwing his head back in a circle, and sighing.

"Fuck, princess, that fightin's gotten me all worked up," he groans, chin pressed to the top of his chest as he looks at you, eyes narrowed.

You feel your thighs rub together at the way he looks at you, the manspreading the cherry on top of a very, very, delicious looking dessert. He chuckles, gesturing to your thighs with his head.

"Saw that, baby." He laughs to himself before he lifts his hand, beckoning you to him with two fingers, his other hand resting on the headrest of the seat in front of him, twiddling Baby Knife between his fingers.

You squirm in your seat before not so agilely climbing over the centre console, crawling over the seat and onto Wade’s lap. He pockets Baby Knife, bringing a hand up to pull the bottom of his mask up, the other settling on your ass as you straddle his waist. 

“Hey doll-face,” he murmurs, smiling and giving your ass a playful squeeze, pulling his mask fully off before placing his hand on the nape of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. 

You moan against his lips as you kiss back, his gloved hand giving your ass a firmer squeeze. Wade uses this opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips as you gasp into his mouth. Your hips grind down subconsciously and he pulls away from the kiss, both of your chests rising quickly as you both try and regain your breath from the heated kiss. 

Wade smirks up at you, moving both of his hands to your hips, squeezing softly, pulling a giggle from your lips before he’s engulfing them in another breathless kiss. He moves your hips with his hands, grinding you down on his boner as it tents in his suit, causing him to buck up absentmindedly as he groans into your mouth. Your breathy whimpers vibrate against his lips, and he pulls away, leaning his head back against the headrest behind him. 

“…Fuck, doll-face,” he groans, looking up at you, “ look what you're fuckin’ do to me, baby.” 

He nods down to his dick, almost bursting out of his suit, and your mouth nearly drops open. Wade thinks to himself that if you were in an animé, you’d have heart emojis bulging from your eyes. 

He takes his hands off your hips, crossing his arms behind his head in faux-laziness as he watches you undo the buckle of his belt, slapping the sides of his legs softly, signalling for him to lift his hips. 

“Watch it, doll-face.” Wade warns, half-joking, “Ask me nicely, please.” 

You groan, giving him your ‘are-you-fucking-serious-right-now’ glare as you tug at his belt. He’d been on the receiving end of this look many times in the past, so he’s unfazed as he chuckles dryly, planting his hips down.

 “I can wait, Princess.” 

You roll your eyes, huffing. “Please, Wade,” you glare at him, “Will you please lift your hips up so I can get your dick out?” 

You add a pout and a flutter of your lashes at the end, and his resolve noticeably crumbles. He huffs, lifting his hips up off the car seat just enough for you to pull down his pants slightly. You dip your hand into his underwear, giving his dick a soft tug before freeing it from the tight pants of his Deadpool suit. 

You gather some spit in your mouth, looking at your boyfriend through your lashes before spitting onto the tip of his cock, using your hand to spread it along his length, squeezing softly around the base. Wade groans from below you, his hips bucking into your hand.

“Fuck, hotstuff, ya’ killin’ me here.” 

Wade hisses as you squeeze a bit harder around his dick, the pretty ring he’d proposed to you with cold against his skin. 

He almost whines, stopping himself by biting his lip, “Oh, c’mon baby, what’d I do to deserve this teasin’, huh? I fought so valiantly against ol’ Wolvie, didn’t I, princess? Don’t I deserve to be treated nicely?” 

Something about the whiny-ness of his tone sends a pang to your heart, and pussy, and you grind down against his thigh absentmindedly before putting both your hands on his shoulders. 

“Help me out, would ya’, Wadey?” you ask sweetly, shimmying your hips slightly to gain his attention. 

His hands fly to your tights, tugging them down your thighs, lifting your legs softly, one by one, and peeling your pants off, leaving you hovering above him in your prettiest pair of panties. You’d been wearing them as a birthday surprise for him, but you’d both been snagged by the TVA before you could put them to good use… until now. 

Wade’s breath hitches from beneath you as his eyes land on your panties, his lower lip bitten between his teeth as his chest heaves. 

“Fuck, doll-face, what’re you all dressed up for?” he says, tracing a gloved hand over the lacy hem of your white panties, pressing a soft kiss to the little blue bow in the middle, before blowing a puff of cool air onto the damp spot beneath it. 

Your legs wobble softly and a shiver runs up your spine, leaving you grateful for your hands planted on your boyfriend's broad shoulders. 

You muster the breath to say, “They’re for you, baby… Well, they were for your birthday…”

He groans softly, pressing a soft kiss to your mound before pushing the thin fabric to the side, swiping a gloved finger through your slick. 

“Shit, baby.. Y’so wet f’me,” he says, voice breathless. “Fuck those stupid fucking day players, keeping my beautiful fiance, and her beautiful fucking panties from me on my birthday. What assholes, hey baby?” He says, pressing his thumb to your clit harshly as he blows another puff of air onto your slick pussy, causing your hips to buck into the air. 

You whine softly, bringing a hand to pump Wade’s cock once again, nodding mindlessly at his question that he knows you didn’t even hear. 

Wade chuckles, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest and shooting straight to your cunt, your thighs squeezing around his hand as he thumbs your clit lazily. 

You shuffle yourself forward on his lap, holding onto Wade’s strong shoulder with your hand, the other slowly pumping his cock as you lift yourself up, breathing hitching as you push yourself down onto the tip of Wade’s dick. 

His breath hitches beneath you, rubbing soothing circles on your hips through his gloves as you sink down onto him. His hands grip your hips tighter as he bottoms out, your eyes squeezed shut as you clamp down on his length. 

“Shit, baby, I could blow my load right now.” Wade gasps, head thrown back as his grip tightens on your hips, moving you up and down on his cock. You follow suit with his movements, digging your nails into the fabric of his suit as you leverage yourself on his shoulders, pushing yourself up and slamming yourself down on his cock, a moan slipping from your lips at every drag of his dick along your walls. 

Your hips stutter slightly, and Wade takes this as his cue, moving his hands from your hips to gain a strong grip on your ass, lifting you up and slamming his hips to meet yours. You whine softly, eyebrows knitting together and biting your lip as the soft squelch of your wetness reverberates around the car, your chest heaving with exertion, skin dewy with a thin sheen of sweat. 

You throw your head back, moaning wantonly, one hand coming off of Wade’s shoulder and pressing against the roof of the car. 

“...Shit…Wade!” you stammer as he moves one hand to your lower stomach, his thumb pressing harshly on your clit through his glove.

You slam your hips down to meet Wade's quicker, chasing your high as Wade slams his hips up to meet yours, his head thrown back against the head-rest behind him, eyes closed, as he groans softly.

"C'mon, doll-face," Wade grunts from beneath you, rubbing cruel circles on your clit as he bucks into you, "...y'gonna cum? Can feel you squeezing around me, princess."

You moan softly, babbling something like a 'uh-huh' as your eyebrows knit together, eyes shutting tight as you feel the coil building in your lower belly, threatening to snap any moment.

Wade feels you clamping around him, looking up and watching as you throw your head back, your grip on his shoulder tightening.

"That's it, baby," he groans from under you, pinching at your clit meanly causing you to whimper softly, your head coming forward, forehead resting against his as you grind down onto his cock.

"C'mon, hotstuff, give it to me..." he grunts, feeling his own orgasm coming as you clench down on him like a vice, a string of curse words sputtering from your lips as he feels you gush around him.

"...Shit, baby... Good girl," he coos, fucking you through your orgasm as he cums, soft grunts sounding in your ear as he bucks into you before stilling, stopping the movements of his thumb on your clit, as he lifts you up gently and pulls out. He pulls his hand away from your clit, but not before collecting a part of the mixture of yours and his cum on his gloved fingers, pushing it slowly back in to your drooling pussy. You whine, overstimulated, and he tuts, pushing your panties back into place and pulling your pants back up your legs, leaning back in the seat as you slump against his chest.

He smiles, giving your bum a soft pat and pressing a kiss to your hairline, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I lied, doll-face, the Honda Odyssey fucks, hard.”

©trumanbluee - reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated! but i do not wish for my work to be republished, translated, or copied. thanks!

[destielembarker]

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[tremendouscreationperson]

Logan x reader idea

This includes Deadpool x Wolverine spoilers

It is also just a vague idea (anyone can run with it) because I am literally due into work in 19 mins ✌🏻✌🏻 gotta get dressed

Wade has just woke up, he yet again sees Logan drinking and asks 'where they are and how they got here'. Logan vaguely points to the door and three people walk through. It's Elektra, Blade and Gambit. There are some not-so-pleasantries and eventually Laura makes herself known.

"We're missing Johnny and Y/N." Gambit drawls. Wade makes a joke and turns back to Logan who looks like he's shat himself.

"Peanut?"

"You said Y/N?" Logan settles his drink onto the first available surface and runs a hand through his hair. "We saw Johnny but not Y/N."

~~

Later on he had slumped down and made a fire. He didn't want to be part of the heroics, he couldn't be. He wasn't worth it. Laura had tried to convince him in her unique way. He could see himself in her, see why he'd fight for her.

Logan took another swig and stared off into the treeline. It was unclear how long he just sat but eventually he noticed movement.

Wolverine stood, ready to protect the others. Why was he ready to protect the others?

Then he saw you.

You were wide eyed.

Your suit was practically undamaged except for a little cut on your thigh. Not a hair out of place. There was dirt on your face and body but you were beautiful.

"Y/N." He involuntarily took a step towards you.

"Logan?" You stayed completely still. Wary. Why were you wary of him?

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More of this idea here if y'all interested

[titaswrld]

I have a request for a deadpool fic, if you could make a very angsty story where deadpool thinks he is undeserving of love and never thinks someone in this world would fall for him 😭 he is self-conscious about his looks and never in his right mind it crossed him that he has a chance with the reader, but he would do anything just to feel loved. he's just a constantly depressed ball of sadness, and the only way he copes with his thoughts is his dark humor. while the reader is head over heels for that man, and she's showering him in love, but he only thinks it's because they're friends 😭🫶🏼

monster

description: wade wilson being insecure about his looks, not knowing if the girl he loves would ever love him back.

paring: wade wilson x reader!

contains: angst! with happy ending (i didn’t know how to end it😭)

w.c: 1.2k

|an: finally writing forreals again! i needed to get back into it. thank u for ur request, i hope u like it😇 reader is a baker bc i couldn’t think of a more wholesome career path😭

you’ve known your best friend, wade wilson, for almost a year now. starting off as just occasional friends, hanging out at each other's apartments, watching chick flicks, and eating your weight in junk food until your friendship grew into something deeper, feeling nothing but love and admiration for another and the desire to be something more.

he’s so in love with you; he knows that now. he tried to deny it; he tried telling himself there’s no way, there’s absolutely no way a woman as intelligent, as confident, and as kind as you could ever love a monster like him. He knew you deserved better—a handsome, young, intelligent accountant or something.

his field of work is dangerous; he knows that. killing random people he doesn’t even know for cash. large sums of cash, sure. but, nonetheless, killing. he honestly always found it humorous, a trained marksman, mercenary, and vigilante , with his super cool awesome, still in school to become a pâtissière best friend!

he knew you’d leave; he knew no human being on planet earth could bear even looking at his rough, bumpy skin. that’s why he’s yet to show you his face, never failing to wear his mask around you, even though you’ve known each other for so long now. he didn’t know why you were still around after all this time even with the mask on, he knew most people found him to be annoying, aggravating, and just an all around piece of shit person, but for some reason, you liked him, and you enjoyed being around him.

he’s never had someone so close to him, as you are with him. you’re so kind, so affectionate, and so touchy. he thinks it’s just pity, you’d never think of him as anything more than a friend.

he dreamt of being the man who loved you the rest of your life; he wished that he could fall asleep and wake up to your face every day, make you laugh every day, eat every meal with you, watch every movie and every show, spend every holiday together, fuck, even start a family. he craved you. he craved your love, your care, and your kindness; he wanted to be normal with you, but he’s not normal, far from it. he knew better than that. he knew he didn’t deserve that. he would never be the man that you love.

he’s not ready to let you go, but he can’t keep his feelings for you inside any longer. he honestly dug himself into an even deeper hole, choosing to come over almost every free night he had. he couldn’t stay away from you; he hated being away from you. during every mission and every fight, all he thought about was coming home to you. you’re the only person who truly understood him for the man that he is, and he loves you for that. he’s never opened up to anybody the way that he’d opened up to you. you were special, so special to him. he was terrified.

you felt hopeless, stupid, and desperate. every advance you made, you’d failed. from baking him his favorite treats, to holding his hand while you watched a movie on the couch, to giving him hugs that lasted a little longer than necessary after a long mission, you couldn’t get your best friend out of your mind, not if you tried. hou crave him, his love, his care, his stupid fucking jokes that never end, his sarcastic nature, his sass—you don’t think you have ever loved a man the way that you love wade.

sometimes, he made you think that he might like you back, that he might have some sort of romantic interest in you, but it was quickly shut down after he made a joke, basically telling you that it would never happen.

you and wade were sitting on the couch, just talking, telling stories, and catching up after a particularly long time apart. until you had thought of a statement, that could’ve told you whether or not wade may or may not feel the same way.

your best friend, mia, had mistaken you and wade for a couple while on the phone. when you denied her statement, she apologized, saying she’s sorry for assuming, but you did spend all your time together..

when you told wade what she said, he doubled down in laughter before spitting out, “you? me? never. who is this friend? have i met her? has she seen me before? you might need to get her 5150’d.”

which did shatter your heart into a million pieces, but nonetheless, it wouldn’t stop you from trying to show him how much you care, how much you want to be with him, and how much you want to love him. he deserved love, and you wanted to give it to him.

each time he made a self-deprecating joke, it broke your heart. it was torture for you. the most he would ever do is lift his mask slightly when he ate with you, only to pop a piece of food in his mouth, then sheathe his face with his mask once again to chew, repeating the process until he’d finished. but even then, you never looked out of respect.

there were multiple occasions where you could’ve snuck a peek, where you could’ve turned around and saw his full face, but you knew how genuinely insecure he felt and how scared he was for you to see his face, so you never looked, not wanting to betray his trust or make him uncomfortable. you loved him, and you wish he understood that absolutely nothing could change that. especially not the way he looks.

today, you were sat on your couch, waiting for him to arrive. He said he’d be over tonight for the usual—rom-coms and junk food. but today, you felt different, your balls finally dropped, and you were ready to admit how you felt, whether it was a good or bad outcome, you were ready.

every single worst-case scenario clouded your thoughts, making your palms sweaty and causing a deep ache in your chest until you heard a knock at your door, saving you from plummeting even farther into your head.

you open the door, and time feels slow motion. you didn’t see deadpool; you saw wade for the first time- the real wade. standing there with an anxious expression plastered across his mottled face, snacks in one hand and flowers ripped from the dirt outside of your apartment complex in the other.

your stomach dropped along with your expression, the shock stunning you into place as you began to gather your thoughts. this is what he was hiding, you thought. jesus christ, all of that trouble for this? you could almost hit him.

wade, on the other hand, paced in your hallway, back and forth for 15 minutes before this, trying to decide whether he should just bail and leave the fucking country or finally stop being pussy and just show you his goddamn face.

after seeing your initial reaction, his head dropped, his gaze on the floor, as he muttered, “i know. total freak show, right? freddy kruger? craterface? cmon, lay it on me.”

now was your chance, as you cupped his face with your hands and pressed your soft lips against his dry, cracked ones. you felt his tense muscles drop and relax as he melted into the kiss, relishing in the feeling and making sure it was real, too.

you’d pulled away, looking him in the eyes and flashing a smile his way before placing kisses all over his cheeks, forehead, nose, and chin.

your gaze fell across his face once again, this time meeting you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“so— ten things i hate about you, or steel magnolias?”

[romanarose]

First and Last

Logan Howlett x fem!Reader x Wade Wilson

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Summery: You are inexperienced outside of Logan, so he lets you get fucked by his fwend!!!

Warnings: Threesome, mfm threesome, m/m dynamics here and there, Wade is menace. PIV sex, sharing reader, blowjob, balls <3, protective Logan, lots of explicit consent, oral f and m, cumming in pants too soon. Bisexuality <3 Similar themes as Awakening with Triple Frontier <3

Immersivity: Reader is fem, afab, dresses in dresses, has hair.

A/N: I'm so excited for this!!!! First Wade Wilson fic? So excited!!! I've been writing some logan mostly at my dark account @romana-after-dark. I hope I did okay!!!

Sorry for the repost, this wasn't showing up in the tags at all??? So I'll retag those who rebloged my first one that i remember. Im so sorry to those I didn't remember!!!

You were a virgin when you met Logan.

That didn’t last long.

Sure, Logan took his time, not taking your first kiss and virginity at the same time, but you were as desperate for him as he was for you. You loved your Wolverine. Your sweet, cuddly bear of a man who protected you with a ferocity you’d never seen before and loved you with a tenderness you’ve never felt. 

Still, some days you wondered…

Logan brought it up first. You certainly weren’t going to suggest sleeping with someone else, absolutely not. You loved, loved, loved your boyfriend and he never once left you sexually lacking. Logan learned everything your body liked, everything it didn’t, and brought you pleasure and comfort in one go. It was just that natural bit of curiosity in you that occasionally it flittered across you mind. Not that you thought anyone could be better than Logan; no one could. Even with a bigger cock or someone more eager tongue, the love you shared would always elevate sex. Still, it was more what other people felt like.

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like, having sex with other people?” Logan waited until after sex, when the room was filled with emotional intimacy, but after he cleaned you up. He ever put you in his green flannel. He always put clothes on you before talking about anything serious, and one day you asked him why. He said he wants an even playing field, and at first you think your tits are distracting, but then he continues. He doesn’t want you to feel vulnerable or emotionally naked when you talk.

Heat creeps up your neck. You don’t want to hurt his feelings, but you remain honest. “Sometimes it crosses my mind I guess… But really, not something I like, sit and ponder about. I promise.”

“Hm.” He grunts, playing with your hair and looking at your lips, and for a moment you think he didn’t like that answer. Then he adds. “Have you ever thought about Wade?”

That’s how you got here. After some gentle coaxing, you say no, you never thought about Logan’s friend sexually. You asked if he ever thought about Wade sexually, and he just smirked. ‘Thought about him with you.’

Now you were sat on Logan’s lap on the bed, Wade standing against the wall just watching as Logan explores your body.

“Prettiest fuck’n tits you ever seen…”

Wade has a big grin plastered across his face. ”So you keep saying.” He says with a little laughter, hand fidgeting near his crotch but not touching yet. Not until Logan gives him permission. “And yet, they are like Hugh Jackman in my first two movies.”

You don’t know what he’s talking about half the time.

Logan gives a tit a squeeze, and you stifle a whimper. “Need her to get comfortable, first.” Logan turns into your neck, and you can feel his facial hair tickling your skin. A warm reminder that you are safe, loved and protected. “You nervous, pumpkin?” He coos into the crop of your neck, and you nod shyly. “Do you wanna stop?” You quickly shake your head.

Wade speaks now, more sincere than you are used to from him but still that playful tone. “You sure about that?” He holds up his hand, palm out, and wiggles his fingers. “Nothing tighter than my right hand.”

This made you smile, and Logan continued to touch you. He hooks your legs over his knees, spreading his own legs wide and letting Wade get a good look up your skirt at the cute panties you picked out just for him.

Wade whistles, his cock clearly tenting in his sweats. “C’mon Logan, you’re fucking with me here. I did not consent to edging, we’d have to negotiate that contract.”

A low rumble against your back and Logan chuckles. “Go ahead and touch yourself, dumbass.” As Wade quickly goes to palm at himself, groaning obscenely loud, and Logan responds by dragging his fingers over your clothes clit and tickles the soaked material. 

“Mmmmm” You sign happily at the contact, but stifled from the noises Logan has pulled out of you again and again and again. “Still feeling shy?” He murmurs against your skin, even as he delivers a small slap to your pussy.

You jolt. “M’ sorry”

“Don’t be sorry, just tell me what you want to do. Cards are in your hands.”

And they were. You look at Wade touching himself, heat growing in your stomach at the idea of him between your legs. Nothing in you says stop, no alarm bells to ignore… Wade could be balls deep inside your pussy and if you said stop, he’d stop. You knew Wade enough for that, but you also knew Logan was going to protect you. You doubted you could get to that point without Logan reading your body. No, you trusted them. “Just nerves.” You tell him finally, locking eyes with Wade for a moment before turning away. The heat was too intense, too much sexual tension in the room, the three of you’s desire for each other. You just needed to cool off. “Don’t wanna stop just… I need to relax.” You tell Logan.

Ever attentive, his hands leave your dripping core and go to your shoulders, rubbing them. In a half-whisper, he says, “Would it help if I told you his middle name was Winston?”

A beat of silence.

Then, you giggle. The air is lighter in the room, but no less attraction. You felt better.

Two large hands slide up your middle to cup your breasts. “Are you ready, sweet girl?” 

You look at Wade grinning ear to ear. You can feel Logan’s comforting presence all around you.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” 

*

Logan had taken care of the communication, and everyone was clear on rules and boundaries between the three of you. Well, yours and Logans anyway. Wade was absulty down for anything, stating “Any appendage, any hole.” He said something about toes and urethas, but Logan said something along the lines of , “shut the fuck up, she hasn’t even done anal yet, don’t scare the poor girl.”

Anal play was a no. Logan and you had definitely messed around with some finger and tongue action, but his cock hadn’t gone in yet, and you certainly weren’t letting Wade get in on that action before your loving boyfriend. As for other anal play, you just didn’t feel comfortable with a man you weren’t dating up in that. What if you farted? Well, Wade might be into that actually. Second rule was you stayed in your dress. Maybe it’s silly considering he’ll be up inside your guts, but you weren’t totally confident enough to undress in front of another man. 

Logan’s rules were very clear and simple. Firstly, your comfort comes before everything. Wade can’t lose himself. That was his rule for Wade, but he had a request for you too. 

“First and last,” He asked of you. “Your first and last orgasms belong to me, because no matter what happens here, you’re still mine. His cum might be leaking out of you, but it’s mine that’s gonna get you pregnant one day, do you understand?” 

That idea alone made your stomach do flips… but for the time being, you were on birth control.

Once you told Logan you were ready, Logan stood with you in his arms like you were weightless, turning around to gently lay you down on the bed. He ate you out slower than usual, insisting he wanted to take him time, get you to relax. Wade was suddenly leaning over where Logan knelt on the floor, hands on his shoulders and humps his still-clothed erection onto Logan’s back.

“No fingers yet? Wolvie, baby, you know better than anyone you gotta open her up or this is gonna hurt.”

“Shut the hell up.” Logan growled, then kissed your inner thigh. “She can take it, can’t you baby?”

You scrambled to get a grip on his gentle waves, trying to pull him back into your cunt. “Yes, but Lo, please don’t stop!”

“Ohhhh poor baby…” Logan teases you with a striped licked up your soaked folds. “You need me? Does my girl need me?”

Wade gives a long, slow grind against Logan’s back. “Better give her your fingers soon or I’m gonna go klablewy in my pants.”

Only half listening, Logan looks up at you through his dark lashes, Logan asks you. “That what you need? Need me to open you up, bub?”

You nod furiously, pulling him into you. Not making any effort to tell Wade to fuck off, Logan slides two thick fingers into your dripping channel, causeing you to sigh in relief and Wade to whimper, rutting against Logan like a dog. Instead of pushing him off, Logan reached behind himself and grabbed Wade’s leg, gluing them together and encouraging him on. The sight causes you to chase your high against his face and fingers.

“That’s right, take what you need, go ahead and use me… there we go, feels good doesn’t it?” You didn’t know if he was talking to you or to Wade.

When Wade begins moaning, face twisting in pleasure, Logan picks up his pace. He could feel Wade cumming against him, and seconds later you were gushing out onto his mouth. Getting two people off at once was not something he’d ever thought about, but as he felt it happening Logan couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest.

Your body goes limp under him, sighing contently the way he loves so much, and he feels Wade braced against him still.

“You gonna be ready to go again, or is your dick as fucked as the rest of you?” Logan teases, starting to stand and only just now shoving the other man back a little.

“Ooh hoo hoo, just give me a minute, Logey boo. There are 206 bones in the human body, 207 if I’m watching you touch this sweet little thing.”

You smile up at him, happy to see him happy, happy he’s here. “Would touching me speed up the process?”

Wade practically jumps on the bed.

*

Once Wade was hard again, you were put into position, handmaid's tale style. Logan sat against the padded bedpost, legs spread, with you in between them. You rest your head on his jeans covered cock as Wade lines himself up at your entrance. He’s longer than Logan but not as thick, cut while Logan isn’t.

He was perfect, just not as perfect as your loving boyfriend. Wade pushes into you quickly, forcing a sharp breath to exhale out of you, nails digging into Logan’s hands where he holds you.

“Wade! For fucks sake, go easy on the girl!”

But you surprise Logan by begging Wade for more. “Please, please, please, give it to me, give it to me Wade.” You look up at your lover. “Logan, please tell him, tell him to fuck me?” Your hips buck, begging for friction.

Logan chuckles. “You heard my girl, Wade-o, give it to her.”

Wade fucking woops, fucking your pussy with an energy you weren’t used to. Logan was an incredible lover, stamina and tenderness, he was not lacking in energy and passion during sex, but Wade? Whole other story. Wade fucked hard and fast, hands wandering all over every inch of your body, whether exposes skin or your pretty dress. Never once did he try to push aside any clothing or show him more than comfortable, simply told you how pretty you looked in this dress. 

“Jesus, how did you find a cute little doll like this?” Wade practically giggles with glee. “This is gonna be in my wet dreams for as long as I live, which, as it happens, is a long fucking time. God, I could just live in this sweet little pussy forever. If you were mine, you’d never be able to walk straight.”

Logan, never one to be shown up by Wad’s mouth, talks right back, fingertips trailing down your front. “Why do you think we canceled on drinks last week? Had to carry her to the bath she was fucked so raw.”

“You kept it up that long, old man?” 

“‘Till she was cry’n”

 “Looks like she’s about ready to start that again.”

Tears were blurring in your eyes, the heat inside you festering into your lower stomach as Wade ravaged your core. You could feel him inside you, your body shifting and making room for him to reach deep inside you than anyone or anything had before. The way he touched your body made you feel wonderfully desired, Wade’s ADHD mind jumping from part to part, giving attention to bits of you that could never have found sex, while Logan’s careful and precise minstrations massaged those erogenous zones. There were even a few sounds Wade pulled from you touching new places that Logan took note of, making sure to know exactly what makes his girl whimper and whine. 

He’s not above learning a thing or two, even if he could make your cum untouched with just his voice. Logan knew how to make you feel adored and sexy and cum over and over again on his cock, but if there was a way to make it even better for you, he was gonna learn.

“It’s okay bub, let it out, we got you. Ooooohhh there we go, that’s my girl, crying on Wades cock like a good girl, my pretty wife letting my friend use her cute body to get his rocks off because he can’t find anyone to get his rocks off with”

“Hey now!”

Logan calling you his wife, hinting at what he had always promised you, a future together for the rest of your life.

“Logan!” You reach your hand back, and Logan takes it quickly, anchoring you. “Wade!” You pull Wade close to you, his body slimmer than Logan but covering you in comfort nonetheless. You feel his skin, mangled and beautiful and so uniquely him sliding against your sweat-slick skin, lips coming to kiss as the force of his thrusts rub your head against Logan's hard cock.

“You gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum on my dick while Logan watches? You know, generally I like to keep my cucks in a chair, but I’ll make an exception for my little peanut.” Wade boops Logan’s nose.

“Ignore him, pumpk’n” but you didn’t want to ignore Wade, not when he was making your legs shake, your climax crestinc as you whine. The hand that isn’t holding yours cradles your neck on his lap, grounding you into this bed where he’d shown you his love time and time again as you cum on his friend's cock. “That’s it, cum for me, sweet girl. Squeezing your cock so good isn’t she?”

“Like FUCKING HEAVEN!” Wade hollers in your ear, pumping his cum into your cunt against and again while you writhe in their arms, a full body orgasm having blossomed from your stomach and tingling down your toes and fingers. You’d never felt so desired, so sexy, so beautiful. 

Wade collapses on your body and you instinctively wrap your arms around him, whispering a thank you in his ear.

“Anything… for… my OTP!” Wade tries to quip between breathless wheezes, but he’s so tired he remains on your chest, eyes drooping.

Logan plays with your hair, tender touches on your face and down your neck where he caressed Wade’s head as well. You loved this, you loved them, and you especially loved your sweet Logan, the fearsome Wolverine only soft for you… and Wade Wilson, it seems. He start to get up after several minutes, still fully clothed and fully hard. Your head slides off his lap, and his hand guides in gentle down to the bed.

“I’m gonna get you guys cleaned up.”

You catch his hand, gazing up at him questioningly. “First and last, remember?” He wanted to give yoru first and last orgasm, but Logan just smiles down softly at you.

“You’re tired, bub. Let me take care of your guys.”

“I can do another!” You try to assert. This was Logan’s condition, and it’s not like you were in pain or pure exhausted. There was no reason you couldn’t do this for him.

From his place resting on your chest, Wade pipes up. “I see you’re still rocking a stiffy, gramps. I bet we could heat things up in here to the 60’s” He turns to a wall and winks. “The highest 60’s”

Logan shook his head. “Today wasn’t about me.”

But you don’t let go. “First and last. You are my first, and my last, okay?”

His soft smile grows into something more wicked.

*

You are placed on top of him, your sweet pussy dripping down onto his tongue, his thumb fucking your ass, and cock making your mouth gag. Wade, a tired wittle guy, laid down between Logan’s legs and under mouth, slobbering with Logan’s balls in his mouth. Gagging on your lover’s shaft, Wade is not put off by your saliva and Logan’s precum dripping down on him. Likewise, Logan was not bothered by swallowing down Wade’s cum. In fact, he ate you out with more vigor than he had earlier, humming contently at the taste of his friend.

Wade guided you, using your mouth like a toy to pleasure his friend. With fingers entangled in your locks he pulls your head off and pushes it back down, forcing your throat to take whatever it’s given. Still, somehow he listens to those little cues of yours and never pushes it too far. You gag and moan in delight as Logan devours your puffy pussy, your tight little ring of muscle squeezing down on his thumb. Finger nails dig into Logan’s thick thighs and he’s not sure who they belong to, you or Wade, and before he can draw it out any longer Logan is flooding your mouth with rope after rope of hot cum.

“Yeah, fuck, don’t fucking stop baby, keep gagging, want my cum spilling on Wade’s face.”

“FUCK YEAH!” Wade shouts, albeit muffled with Logans tightening balls still in his mouth. When Logan finishes pumping your mouth full, you pull off his dick and lean over Wade, mouth full. He leaves Logan and smiles, giving you permission for what you were both thinking. He opens his mouth and spit a blog of saliva and cum into his mouth, slowly letting it drip down before you encased his mouth in your, letting him lick the rest of Logan’s cum out as he watched.

*

Logan did as he promised and took care of you and Wade. The two of you were entangled yourself with each other, arms in arms, legs wrapped around waists as Logan got a warm wash of clothes and cleaned both of you up with a gentle touch you ’d never seen him give Wade, but you liked seeing it. Wade and you provided each other with that skin to skin as Logan handled the technical, praising you both.

While Logan made you and Wade drink water, he rummaged through his clothes, tossing Wade some sweats and looking at you as he pulled on boxers. “Can I take you to the bathroom so I can get you into something more comfortable?”

You consider his words for a minute. He was offering you privacy, not requiring you to undress in front of Wade nor stay in the dress. Wade mumbles something about leaving the room, but he was clearly half asleep. Thing was, you didn't feel embarrassed with Wade anymore.

“You can change me here.”

Logan smiles down at you, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to your dick-sucking-swollen lips, and grabs at the hem of your dress. Even though he’s tired, Wade helps lift up your hips, then torso, then neck with his strength and is nice and carefully laying you down again on your nice soft bed. When Logan finally joins you two, you’re surprised to find that inside of going to curl his arms around you at your side, he crawls up between you and Wade. For a second you think there’s jealousy, that he wants distance between you two and you fear he’s about to send Wade out. Spending the night was not in the plan, but neither was that intense sexual chemistry between all three of you. You didn’t love Wade, but you felt close to him. You wanted him to stay.

Instead of kicking Wade wraps his arms around both of you, pulling you close to him. He was warm, safe, strong as you laid your body down on top of his chest, Wade opting to curl in more and rest on Logan’s abs, muttering “Mmmmm my peanut” and for once Logan didn’t tell him to shut up. When Wade starts snoring, Logan continues to play with your hair as he speaks.

“Was everything okay, pumpkin? You feel good?”

“Yeah,” You confirm, nodding off to sleep in content happiness. “Are you okay that I kissed Wade? We didn’t really talk about that.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, beautiful girl. I know who you belong to.”

You kiss his left peck. “My first and last.”

I HOPE I DID OKAY!!!!!!

I love them you're honor ;-; WADE IS CANONICALLY QUEER SO DONT ERASE THATW HEN YOU WRITE HIM!!!

I love wolverine/ deadpool <3

I love my queer men

Thank you for reading! I have a/b/o Logan series coming after I finish up some Pedro Pascal fics!!!

@clawsandbullets @sunnyfranc @silversprings-mp3 @apizzacalledmel @marshmallow--3 @titanwind @sheepdogtrick3 @zooty-and-fruity @drunk-and-capable @xdaddysprincessxx

and thought @tightjeansjavi @multiversed-daydreamer and @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction may enjoy but no presure!!!!

[cultven]

don't get me wrong, I love Logan just as much as the next horny girl, but where is my Wade love!? any fic recommendations for the man please drop them because I am eating crumbs right now

[chrisisvbun]

marjorie. logan howlett x ftm!reader. part OO1.

synopis: after logan and you passed, Laura thought it would be the time for her to use everything she learned from you two to raise her children or to live her life, not to scold her parents from another universe.

cw: death, grieving, mention of t-shots and needles, angst, scenting. wolverine & deadpool insertion. Reader goes by he him and he is a mutant too, afab terms used. No use of y/n. Inspired in marjorie by taylor swift only by the lyrics.

words: 2.5k

a/n: I'm probably gonna do a series of this bcs this shit is long.

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Laura always knew Logan and you were soulmates. In the second she met you two.

And she only confirmed it when both of you passed.

"Never be so kind you forget to be clever." Logan said to her.

You couldn't deny that the second most beautiful thing about Logan's death was that Laura got in your life. The most beautiful thing was that he could finally rest.

Even though it broke you into pieces when Laura showed up on your door and gave you the news, a part of you was relief for him. He was so tired, and you could see that, you weren't stupid, that's something Logan loved about you.

But he was exhausted, you could see that, you always managed to see right through him from the second he met you back in the mansion. And it was obvious that he had lived too much at that time, and despite your obvious rejection of him leaving you that day, you knew it was for the best. You were satisfied, you knew he knew how much you loved him, and you knew how much he loved you.

You were spiritually connected to him, and you knew that because your grief started the first day he didn't call. You knew, you always know, he would say.

That didn't mean that you weren't grieving harder when you got the news, it just wasn't a shock to you when Laura told you. You would sleep hugging his flannel shirt and squeezing his tags in a fist as you cried, hoping to wake up and that the scent of him there suddenly became him again.

It never happened, of course. Logan was gone.

But Laura was there, staying with you like Logan would wanted. And God, you would've loved to raise her with him, he would've loved that too, you are so sure, you knew him so well. She was a sweet girl, and she became even sweeter under your wing. And you cried all night because she managed to copy some of Logan's manners in the short time he spent with her. They were so alike it broke you even more, but you were a strong man, Logan always told you that.

You knew he was taking care of both of you and that you were a great dad. You knew, somehow you knew. Laura could hear you talk to him some nights when you thought she was asleep, and you cried, telling him how much you wished he could see her, see the smart, amazing woman she had became. Logan knew. You knew it too.

Laura made you so happy, and how couldn't she? She was an innocent girl, craving affection. You gave that to her. Oh, you were the most amazing girl dad in the world.

When she got older, you started to work with Logan's limo plus of the job you had as a lawyer assistant, so money was good at that time, and luckily, Logan had left you a bit of money too. Smart wolf, you chuckled when found the money.

Related to your identity, Laura didn't know and didn't mind, and you made sure she was an open minded kid and explained it to her when she was old enough. And she noticed, when she knew, that you had stop taking your T-shots. You hadn't even realized yourself, and the answer to her question of why you hadn't been taking them, was so freaking sad she could've broke into tears right there.

"Logan used to do them for me." You sighed. "I was always afraid of needles. "You chuckled sadly. She left the topic there.

When Laura adopted a brown cat from the street, you sighed and accepted, feeling that it could make her learn something about parenting or some shit like that. You named it Logan, of course.

You would pet that cat all night long, you slowly stopped crying and began to move on. Gosh, but it was so hard when you got in the limo and it smelled like him. Sometimes you cried, and that was okay, you had lost the love of your life, the man that made you the happiest guy in the world, and grief was long.

He died as a hero.

You didn't tho.

When you fell sick, Laura was on a trip, and you didn't want to worry her, but you didn't have much hope. You had lived a good life, but a wild that, a lot of drugs, cigars, and alcohol, also a lot of wounds, you had faced death plenty of times when you were part of the X-Men. Maybe it was your turn to go with your friends.

When Laura came back, you were already pretty bad. Logan was sitting next to you in bed, your weak hand caressing it's fur with a weak smile.

"Dad..." She cried, kneeling in front of you. You cupped her face in your tough, wise hand. "I don't know what to do without you, please."

You were everything Logan wasn't. You thought with your heart and acted with your brain, Logan thought with his brain and acted with his heart. He had to tell you to stop being so empathetic, you had to tell him to be less impulsive. He had to tell you to 'relax that pretty head of yours', you had to tell him to use it more, as you giggled. The perfect combination of kind and smartness was your daughter, the perfect combination between you and Logan. Individually, you were great parents, and Laura was sure that you've always taught her what Logan taught her before, your ideals and principles collided and combined in the most gorgeous and smoothest dance of all time.

"Are you scared?" She asked.

"Nah, kid, I've faced death so many times it doesn't scare me anymore." You sighed with a chuckle.

A silence got between you two, not an awkward one, for sure, you were her dad, but she didn't know what else to say, or how to feel.

"I get to see that mad wolf again, too."

She bit her lip to retrain a sob. Gosh, how could you say that? Although you were right, it was so freaking sad.

"Cry your eyes out, kid, remember what I taught you." You said in your classical parenting tone.

Laura squeezed your hand as she layed her head in the hospital bed. You stroked her hair as she cried.

"Your dad and I will be watching you, 'lright? Making sure you don't get into so much trouble." She nodded under your touch, still sobbing. You coughed a bit, your free hand stroking the tabs hanging in your neck and sighing in relief. You were going to meet him again. "Look at me, pup." You said.

She raised her face, crying her eyes out as she looked at your serious yet loving grin.

"Never be so clever you forget to be kind." You said, cleaning her tears with your shaking thumb. She nodded under your touch, caressing your hand.

You passed that night, you hand gripping at Logan's tags so hard they had to bury you with them, next to him. The two X's touching in the taller stick, like they were grabbing each other.

You didn't die heroically, but you were Laura's hero.

Grief was so hard. Laura began to understand you. There was so much she would loved to had told you before and she didn't because she thought she had more time. She didn't, but that didn't matter because you knew.

There was so much she loved about you, about your parenting, things that made her feel so loved and heard and that she took for granted and just never told you.

At reunions, you would bump her knee with yours so she knows you are there for her. She regretted every time she told you she was to tired to go see the sunrise because you loved watching the sun go up, and every time she said no to one of your special, unique teas that she would never have the chance to taste now. She hated herself for complaining when you drove her to school and back home, saying it wasn't cool.

She hated that she kept quiet, that she didn't ask you more about you, about how you lived, about how to live. How to be. She regretted that she didn't take notes from your best parenting quotes. But she remembered you were alive, alive in her head.

You didn't ask for a child, and yet you never mistreated her, never raised a hand to her, never complained about having her. She was so grateful for you and so sad that she couldn't tell you that before.

After work, she would hang where you two were buried, to see if maybe any words she said there would get to you. They did. You heard everything.

God, she missed you.

(...)

Wade Wilson was having a really hard time finding one of your versions to take with him. It wasn't that you weren't willing to help him or some shit like that, it was that in every universe, you had a Logan (except in one he found you wrestling under the sheets with that German boy), so you were no use. Why? Because he needed you single or you wouldn't pair to Logan.

It was almost a rule that every Logan needed you, in every universe, in every timeline (except in that weird one with the Nightcrawler but it doesn't matter). So, if Logan doesn't have a you, the prophesy or whatever shit that was making Wade's timeline dissappear, didn't work.

So, every you seemed to have a Logan, Wade was even starting to get jealous, he didn't know if jealous of Logan or of you, or both. You were such a couple of lovebirds it almost made him sick and sad.

Finally, he spotted a you sitting in a cementery next to a grave with an X. Ah, perfect, Wade thought. He never seemed so happy to see you grieving.

"Hi there, sweet pea" he kneeled like he was talking to a puppy.

"The fuck do you want... weirdo in a sex suit?" You frowned looking at him.

"Okay so I lost number in the times I've talk to different versions of you so I'm going straight to the point, sweet pie." He tried to approach to the grave and you showed your fangs, your eyes getting yellow and dilatated, hissing at him. "Whoa, peanut, no need to get feral, not doing anything weird to grumpy's dirt pile, this is no saltburn." He stepped back.

"It's not just him." You said. Wade frowned and looked at the grave. The name Laura Howlett was beneath Logan's.

Even he got speechless.

"What do you want, asshole?" You asked, your claws growing from your nails. "You have a minute before I rip you open".

Well, he wasn't open in half and you were walking with him, so he was convincing, or you were so desperate.

He lied, of course. He didn't told you who you'll have to meet in order to help him, he just said that an X-Men needed help.

Before you can realize, you are dumped in the TVA, and before you can check your side to notice the yellow spandex, you are dumped again into the void.

Wade had knocked you in order to get you into your cian suit, you sighed at the hard spandex around you when you stood up alone in the middle of the Desert. You shaked your hair a bit and began walking, the heat of the place was so freaking uncomfortable, and that suit didn't help either.

"Wade you son of a bitch, this suit is killing m-"

Quiet. You got quiet.

What in the actual fuck?

He was there. Standing in a ridiculous yellow spandex suit, showing his claws inside of Wade as he looked at you. He was there. He.

Whatever emotion was going through you at that moment faded as you frowned at Wade.

"What the fuck is your goddamn problem?" I shoved out your claws from your nails and approached, taking Wade by the neck and sinking your claws into his neck to shove him into the truck there. "What the fuck was going through that empty head of yours?!" You shouted, breathing heavily.

"I thought you'll be happy!" Wade shouted back.

"Happy? I start moving on and you think that what I want to see is my lover in a ridiculous spandex suit? Correction, someone who isn't my lover because he's dead!"

"He is right there, peanut! He is not dead"

"He is not my Logan, not the father of my child!" You shouted in a sarcastic laugh, ignoring the man behind you.

Your Logan. Your child.

What the hell were you talking about? He thought to himself. Not because he didn't now you, but because you were an exact clone of the one he had back in his universe. No change, no modified details.

A clone of you. Of his partner, his lover, his husband.

He was frozen, looking at you while you shouted at Wade things that he wasn't listening anymore. God you were as handsome as he remembered you, he used to love when you shouted to someone (if it was Scott, better). And he could smell your scent, that strong, masculine cologne you used to use that always made his knees shake. It was you, literally you, again, so freaking close to him, enough to scoop you up and take you with him forever.

But that was a ridiculous thought, of course, you weren't really you.

His you.

And maybe the sight of you now made him realize how bad he missed you, how much he had missed that scent of yours, that tone of voice, your hair, your skin, your hands, your eyes. Oh. Those eyes.

And he was trapped with you right there, how was he expected to control himself when you were there? Being as beautiful as you always were.

He still couldn't believe how someone like you could have given him a chance, he was so mean, so rude to everyone, rough and hard as a rock, impossible to cross or see through. But you did, you always did.

You were kind, soft; but also logical and smart when it was necessary. You acted with your brain, and thought with your heart. You were everything he wasn't.

Kind, soft, logical, smart and dead.

But even with that, you were there. He didn't understand pretty well this whole multiverse thing, the only thing he knew was that that wasn't you, but even with that, he longed for you, he was desperate, touch starved; more like you-starved.

He couldn't move, he couldn't speak to you, he was speechless until you looked at him with anger and a hint of affection, love, need, sadness.

"the fuck you looking at?" You said, hardly hidding the crack in your voice.

He sighed. This was going to be long.

[marvelsgirl616]

college!au w/ professor!wade and professor!logan x reader 💭 [ or hugh and ryan ]

[wadewnstonwilson]

maximum effort;

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

word count: 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shot him a look. “Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[softfem-dom]

hi!! Could you do a Deadpool x Reader, where Wade walks in on reader self h4rming? (It's completely okay if not! Do wtv makes you comfortable :D) Lots of comfort, and fluff please!!

not paper

deadpoolxgnreader

a/n : why of course I can sweetheart! <33 I'm totally comfortable with writting about this in case anyone wants to send in a req like this one

wc : 1.4k

S4LF H4RM TW! , SH DESCRIPTION , FLUFF COMFORT , PLATONIC! . soft!deadpool . post d&w!deadpool . r lives with deadpool and wolverine.

The feeling of being a stranger in your own body wasn't new to you. No, it was a recurring —excruciating— ache that settled deep within your bones, bones that didn't feel yours.

Ever since you had been sent to the void things had taken a darker turn. You were young, and now all of your dreams for life were long-gone and destroyed because of the desertic setting that you had been teleported to by the TVA.

You had stopped wondering why they had sent you here a very long time ago. Simply focused on surviving Cassandra and her strange smoke-y pet.

Or that was until two strangers, one Deadpool —another one— and one Wolverine had been teleported. You had found them in a blood-covered and distroyed Honda Oddyssey that looked way too similar to Nicepool's car.

Well, in summary, those two dudes had managed to get themselves and you out of that horrible cage for failed attempts at characters that nobody remembered anymore.

That was what your mind focused on most days. You had been sent to the void because nobody remembered you anymore, because nobody loved you enough for your departure to be significant, because you didn't raise the numbers, simply because you weren't important enough.

You sometimes wished you had been a teen idle. Would they have remembered you if you had gotten the prom queen title?

Wasn't youth supposed to be beautiful?

You were living with Wade, Logan and Mary Puppins in Blind Al's appartment. Had been living with them for a while, but it maybe was the first time you had been truly alone in here.

Blind Al had bingo night, Logan was off drinking in the bar down the street, and Wade was walking Dogpool. You were alone.

You didn't like the silence that had settled on the lived-in appartment. Didn't like how still everything was. How everything had it's place in the appartment yet it felt as if you were just a piece of a different puzzle kept in the same box.

You were very conscious of your heartbeat —feeling each thump against your ribs. You could feel the way it's rythmic started to sped up little by little for the longer you stayed in silence.

You recognised the dull feeling starting to claw low at your gut, creeping up until it got a grip of your stomach —almost making you feel queasy. Until it reached your heart.

And squeezed.

And with that you were back with the same energy buzzing low beneath your skin, with your brain slowly starting to whisper things —harmful things. In your ear.

You were sitting on the couch, facing the TV yet there was no show on. The screen as black as the void starting to grow within you.

Your eyes dipped low to the exposed skin of your legs, there were a few fading purple bruises on your skin —like accidental splatters of paint on an empty canvas. You had managed to pass them as accidental bumps against furniture, nobody had pondered if the hits had been pruposeful.

And at that you were suddenly on your feet, driven by an anxiety that didn't quite seem fitting or yours. As if something bad would happen if you didn't do as your brain was telling you to.

Nobody was home. It was okay. Nobody was home. Nobody would see. It would be okay.

Before you even knew what you were doing, processing what you were doing, your hand was around the handle of the kitchen uttilery drawer. You pulled, the clinking sound of metal from spoons and forks sounding distant —as if underwater.

Then, you were sitting on the floor, back against the kitchen table and knife in your hands. You traced the sharp blade against your skin, not quite cutting yet, the cold making gosebumps grow on your skin.

And then you sliced.

You could feel the stinging of your skin breaking under the blade, but you didn't care. It was a need to do it, you didn't even stop when the metallic scent of blood whafted into your nostrils, nor when the red started to taint your skin.

Your hands were shaking. You were shaking. Driven by an anxiety that wasn't quite real, feeling trapped in a body that wasn't quite yours, feeling the pain that didn't feel real enough.

You just stopped when you heard a startled gasp from behind you.

Just like that the knife —bloodstained. Was on the floor, the clinking sound echoing in the kitchen. Eyes wide and head snaping to see who it was at the door.

Being met with Wade standing there, still with his Deadpool suit on, staring right at you with the white in his mask's eyes wide.

The man saw the way your hand reached behind you, finding support on the cold floor, and he catched onto the clear signal that you were about to flee.

"hey—hey hey, no. None of that, no." his voice was firm, stern, acting in control even if he didn't have a fucking clue on what was going on. "oh god, does the writer want me to have a heart attack or something? gezz-"

He muttered some words under his breath as he quickly tugged off his red mask, walking over to where you were sitting and crouching right infront of you with a strained smile. Talking to you right now was going to be like talking to stray dog, right?

"okay, give me the knife, pumpkin', c'mon"

He stretched out his palm, making a grabing motion for visual, as he stared at you expectingly. You were far too confused and equally scared of his reaction to protest right now, so you simply reached for the bloody knife and placed it on his open palm with shaky hands. "alright, good, very good" he hummed.

Then, he was uncrouching for a small second to place the knife on top of the table before crouching down and this time actually sitting next to you on the floor.

"now, c'mere sweetums" he whispered before he opened his arms and pulled you into a hug. His gloved hand on the back of your head, fully enveloping you with his body.

When his warmth surrounded you, it was as if that stupid fog that had been clouding your mind all day —that numbness— had dissipated, and you felt yourself choking on a sob before starting to cry in his arms.

He held you all the way through, craddling you and whispering gentle praises in your ear. His voice was softer than usual, gentler, and without a single sexual innuendo.

It was odd for him to be like that. But it was also odd for you to have acted the way you did and that had worried him sick.

Your tears slowly dried up, sobs quieting down into soft sniffles, when you felt the warmth from his breath puffing against your forehead. It was a fleeting second, you looking up with your teary eyes and being met with his brown eyes, before he was pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 'The writter is so gonna have to make me a real ass in the next fanfic to compensate this' he thought to himself.

Once you had calmed down, he gently moved your face out of his chest. Hushing and sushing you when you let out a little distressed noise at the separation.

His hand settled for staying tangled in your hair, his thumb gently rubbing circles under your eye —wiping away the tears. Before he spoke.

"you calm now, cupcake?" he whispered, breathed out, softly. He didn't know what had driven you into self-harming so actively, but he wasn't about to trigger anything by speaking in a loud voice right now.

At your little nod and "uh-huh" he noded his head and sighed in relief before smacking another kiss on your forehead.

"alright babybird, up you go" he huffed out, voice straining in the last three words by the effort of picking you up into his arms. "we're gonna clean those boo-boos, yeah?"

When the little baby-voice he put on got a small chuckle out of you, he finally smiled for the first time since he had walked into the appartment to the tacky smell of blood.

"hey, kid"

"yeah?"

Once he had set you down in the bathroom, wet rag tenderly wiping away the blood in your raw and damaged skin, he dared to speak again.

"your skin's not paper, so let's not cut it, 'kay?

[jakegyllenbaalz]

gayest movie i’ve ever seen

[trumanbluee]

deadpool / wade wilson request !

minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!

please reblog if you like it!

word count: 1.3k

warnings: oral sex (m receiving), established relationship, swallowing cum (lol), slight face-fucking (kinda)! lmk if i missed anything <3

a/n: this is based off of an ask that i accidentally deleted so i hope you see this, anon!!!!!! you must be living in my brain because i was just thinking about this when your ask came through and decided i had to drop everything to write it!! thank u for the request, i hope this finds you!! <3

You could tell from the second Wade stepped through the door of your shared apartment, shoulders tight and suit dirty, that it'd been a bad day.

So you're not shocked that you've ended up in this position, head resting against Wade's thigh as you hug his leg, his boot periodically tapping up to graze your clit through your thin shorts, drawing a whimper from your lips as you lazily stroke his thick cock.

You look up at him as you slowly stroke his length, thumb brushing over the slit teasingly before sliding your hand all the way down to the base. He watches you through the whites of his mask, chin pressed to his chest, his glove-clad hand on the back of your head, fingers carding through your hair softly. His hips buck up as you gently squeeze his cock.

"..Fuck, doll-face," he almost whines, and you can tell his brows are furrowed through the mask. His hip buck again, and he gently pushes your head towards his dick.

You smile up at him, his eyes never leaving yours as you plant a kiss to his tip, slowly working your hand up the rest of his length. Wade groans from above you, rolling his head back to rest on the cushions of the living room couch.

You tut, holding Wade's cock by the base with one hand as you press soft kisses up his length, your other hand resting against his suit-clad thigh.

"Bit desperate today, Wade-y?" you tease, looking up at him through your lashes as you press a particularly sloppy kiss to the tip of his cock, your saliva leaking down his length.

You know it's been a bad day when he doesn't play along with your teasing, instead grabbing his cock and bringing the gloved hand that was resting in your hair to your chin, his thumb popping into your mouth and prying it open, before he slides his cock past your lips, his hand returning to your head to gently push you into motion.

You moan around his length as he tangles your hair between his fingers, yanking it softly as he guides your mouth on his cock. You can almost feel his smirk as you slide your lips over his tip, tongue circling the plump head as you keep eye contact with him, your hand fisting what's not in your mouth, the whites of his mask narrowed down at you.

You loved fucking Wade in his suit. Especially when he kept the mask on. You loved him, and loved being able to see his face while you fucked, but last time Wade fucked you in the suit, you came so hard that you blacked out for a second. And, right now, with the red mask looking down at you, the white eyes of it almost sneering, you can't help but grind against Wade's shoe, in desperate need of any friction.

He feels it too, though he's nearly lost in bliss, groans slipping from his lips every time you run your tongue down the vein that runs along his length, cock throbbing in your hand. He chokes out a chuckle as you take him further down your throat.

"Who's the desperate one now, huh hotstuff?" He spits teasingly, hand nestling into your hair once again as he pushes you further down onto his cock, his hips lifting slightly off the couch as he bucks into your warm mouth, drool pooling at the corners of your lips as you gag slightly, moaning around his length.

He chuckles meanly, but is stifled by his own grunt as the vibration of you moaning around him sends a shiver up his spine. He throws his head back, a wet sucking noise sounding around the room as he guides your head on his cock at a quicker pace, hips lifting slightly to meet your lips.

Wade relishes in the noises you make as you shove his cock deeper and deeper down your throat, a mixture of his pre-cum and your saliva slobbered on his lower abdomen as you look up at him with blood-shot eyes. His foot begins its rhythmic tapping, the buckle hitting your clit perfectly, causing your eyes roll back in your head as you grind down to meet it, your moan choked (literally) by Wade's cock as it bruises the back of your throat.

Your moans send vibrations down his cock, and Wade fucking whimpers as you deep-throat him, your nose presses to the little bit of hair at the base of his dick.

He holds your there, gloved hand twirled into your hair as he coos at you, "...Fucking shit, angel... you're takin' me so good, doll..."

You can tell he's about to cum, his cock throbbing against your tongue as it bobs against the roof your mouth. You bring a hand down to play with his balls, gently dragging your manicured nails across the sensitive skin.

He lets out a hoarse moan and lets go of your head, allowing you to pull of his cock, gasping for air briefly, before bringing your mouth back to the tip, sucking on the head as you swirl your tongue teasingly around his slit.

"...Shit, baby... m'gonna..." he groans, bucking into your mouth as his head falls back against the couch cushions again, his hands coming down to fall into your hair, gloved fingers running through it softly.

You suck the head of his cock, looking up at him through watery eyelashes as you pump the rest of his cock with your hand. Wade, his hands curled into your hair, pulls you off his cock, his hand flying to your jaw, pulling it open softly.

"..Open up, baby," he commands, hand thats not on your jaw coming down to hold his cock to your soft pink, swollen, lips.

"C'mon princess, y'know the drill," Wade scolds, sounding almost disappointed that he has to tell you, "tongue out."

You obey instantly, tongue lolling out of your mouth as Wade's grip tightens slightly on your jaw, holding your mouth open as he places his heavy cock back onto your tongue, gently tugging on it a few times before his stomach tightens and he groans, a guttural noise that shoots straight to your cunt where it leaks onto his shoe.

Wade's head lolls back as he cums, soft whimpers coming from behind his mask as his hips stop and stutter, thick strips of his cum shooting into your mouth. His cock goes soft against your tongue, and he pulls it out of your mouth, tucking himself back into the suit before sitting forward on the lounge.

Though he still has the mask on, you can basically see his expectant facial expression, lips pulled into a smirk and his eyes narrowed. You know what he wants, and who are you to refuse him?

You open your mouth once again, sticking your tongue out so that Wade can see his spend coating your tongue and sliding down into the back of your throat.

He groans, and you know he's dramatically rolling his eyes back into his head as he speaks, "..Fuck, you're so fucking sexy, princess."

You smile as well as you can with a mouth full of cum, before swallowing and sticking your tongue out for Wade to inspect.

"S'all gone," he states proudly, one hand still on your chin as he finally pulls his mask off, yanking you forward into a searing kiss, pulling you up from off of the floor and onto his lap.

You grin, settling yourself in his lap and pressing soft kisses around his face. He laughs, swatting you away playfully.

"S'your bad day all fixed now, baby?" you ask, voice soft as you press a kiss to Wade's jawline before resting your head on his suit-clad chest.

Wade chuckles from above you, a hand coming up to gently stroke your shoulder, "Baby, I've forgotten all about my bad day, thanks to you."

You're sat like that, in comfortable silence for a minimum of 30 seconds before Wade is shooting up, pulling you to sit next to him on the couch.

"Actually! No I fuckin' didn't! Let me tell you what Colossus told me today, angel!"

You giggle at his enthusiasm, settling into a comfortable position as Wade recounts his 'absolutely horrible' day.

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[shybluebirdninja]

Most Romantic Gesture

Wade: What’s the most romantic thing you’ve done for her? Logan: I didn’t kill anyone for a whole week. Y/N: That’s a huge deal! Thank you, babe! ❤️ Wade: So basically, he loves you enough to restrain himself from murder? Logan: You make it sound so sweet, Wade.

[queer-irritator]

Drive Max Disaster | Wade Wilson x Fem!GN! Reader

Content warnings: Language, misgendering, alcohol, fluff <3 <3 Word count: 3,479

Synopsis: Reader is weighed down by the cost of living and needs to find a second job. Luckily, the Drive Max has an opening for an assistant! 

a/n: Hello lovelies! I have so many ideas for Wade/Deadpool swirling around in my head, so here is one of said ideas. Of course I did not proofread. This is also my first time writing Wade so let me know your thoughts!!

You sighed in frustration, looking helplessly at your overdue bills on your laptop. Despite working 50 hour weeks, it’s somehow not enough to satisfy the greedy hands of capitalism. You needed a second job. To spare your pride from any more damage, you close the tab where your debt stares into your soul and start looking for some easy-going jobs. 

To your disappointment, there were not very many options for part-time jobs. You applied to a few assistant and receptionist positions and decided to treat yourself to a freezer burnt fudge popsicle for all your hard work. 

The next morning you were awoken by your phone’s ringtone. You groaned, of course someone would be calling you on your one day off. Without checking the caller ID, you answered groggily. 

Your eyes shot open when you heard a man on the other line mention your application for an assistant at the local used car dealership. You sat up and put on your best professional voice and secured an interview the same day. 

It wasn’t long until you were stepping out of a taxi in front of the dealership, wearing your nicest business-casual clothes and confidently walking into the building. 

An older man who was balding, and what hair was left around his head was pure white, with a matching white mustache approached you.

“Welcome to Drive Max! My name is Cameron, can I get you some refreshments?” 

You put on your sweetest smile, “Hi, Cameron. I’m actually here for an interview for the assistant position.” 

“Oh, of course! Silly me. I’m going to fetch Peter, our manager and he’ll be conducting your interview.” The man concluded your conversation while showing you to a small office to wait in. 

You waited for about 15 minutes before a man, presumably Peter, entered the room looking slightly flustered. 

“Hi, sorry about the wait.” The man rambled on about how business was booming and some other bullshit to make his establishment seem like the perfect place to work. 

The interview was nothing different than any other than the management seeming more flustered and desperate for help than usual. You did some negotiation with Peter and came to an agreement which included a $3,000 sign-on bonus if you did your paperwork today. 

So, there you were. Sat alone in the office Peter was with you moments ago, filling out the most repetitive paperwork you’ve ever read. 

A commotion from the front room tore your concentration from the papers before you. You lifted your head and could see a few figures moving around through the blinds.There was also muffled talking, but you couldn’t make out any words. 

Suddenly the talking stopped and one of the figures was coming towards the room you were in. Quickly, you sat back down and acted as if you had been minding your own business the entire time. The door to the office swung open and a man with scarred skin and a very obvious toupee made direct eye contact with you. 

“You’re the new assistant?” He questioned you.

“... Yes.” You cautiously answered his question.

The man moaned dramatically in relief, “Thank GOD. We have to go get burritos right now.” 

You couldn’t hold back the puzzled look on your face, “Oh, uhm… I don’t think… I haven’t started working here yet.” 

The man chuckled, “For 3k you do.” 

You couldn’t help your jaw dropping slightly. How did this man know all of the details of your employment? Maybe he was the owner…

“Yes, sir.” You put your pen down and followed the man through to lobby. 

He attempted to whisper to Peter, but he didn’t lower the volume of his voice at all, “I like this one.” 

You couldn’t begin to comprehend what you had gotten yourself into. 

The man, who had finally introduced himself as Wade Wilson, led you to a car and tossed some keys at you.

“I call shotgun!” he yelled, diving into the passenger seat. 

You narrowly caught the keys and entered the car, starting it. 

“So, where are we going?” You asked as you adjusted the mirrors and the seat to be more comfortable. 

The man shrugged, “I usually just drive around until I find somewhere that sells food.”

“Okay… how about we use Google?” You proposed, taking out your phone and looking up some Mexican restaurants nearby. 

While you glanced over some reviews, Wade began messing with the car radio. Eventually he landed on “Angel of the Morning” and cranked the volume as high as it could go as he began to sing along. 

You looked to Wade, dumbfounded. This really must be some big wig’s son or ridiculously rich for this man to have a job, anywhere. You sighed and put the directions up on your phone and started the drive. 

The blaring music was beginning to give you a headache and you’d only been driving for 2 minutes. You decided rolling down the windows would, hopefully, make the rest of the drive slightly more bearable. But you were very wrong. The moment you rolled down the passenger side window, Wade began to climb out and sit in the window, still belting out to the next song that was playing. 

“Oh my fucking god.” You mumbled to yourself, flicking your eyes between the road and the man half out the window. You turned down the music and tugged on his pants, “Get back in here! You’re going to kill yourself!”

“Oh, calm down.” He said, plopping himself back in his seat, “You never heard of mutants before?” 

You glanced at him, your heart racing slightly less now that he had all limbs inside the car. 

“Of course I have. I just didn’t know that you were one. Besides, mutants can still die.” You felt a sense of ease as you spotted the restaurant down the road. 

“Not me, baby.” He put his feet up on the dash, “100% invincible.” He had a smirk on his face and you could tell he was looking at you out of the corner of his eye to see your reaction. 

“Congratulations. Unfortunately I am not immortal, and when you act like a jackass you put other people’s lives in danger.” You snapped just as you pulled into a parking spot. “Go get your fucking tacos.” “Sheesh lady… and it’s burritos, not tacos.” Wade explained as he got out of the car. 

You rolled your eyes and called out to him as he walked toward the entrance, “And I’m not a lady!” 

He stopped and turned around, “I’ll have you know I’m gender blind! I’m VERY inclusive.” He disappeared into the building before you could think of something to say back. 

You sighed loudly and ran your hands down your face. You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips as you reflected on the entire situation. This was going to be quite the part-time job. 

You tried to pass the time by scrolling on your phone, but as the minutes ticked by, you were becoming slightly impatient. And you also wanted some food for yourself. You stepped out of the car, making sure to lock it, and entered the restaurant Wade went into 20 minutes ago now. 

You were greeted by the sight of Wade hunched over at a bar stool, wrappers all over the counter, three empty beer bottles, one half full, and a half eaten burrito in his hand. 

“Wade!” You sighed and walked up to him, “I thought you were just doing a pick up order or something.” 

He looked at you as he took another swig of beer, “Pick up?? Nah, this is my lunch break.” 

“Your lunch break? It’s not for work?” You asked, confused. 

He shook his head, “Nope.”

You looked more closely examined the man before you and spotted a nametag that read: Wade, beginner salesman. 

You sighed and rubbed your forehead. It was your first day and you disappeared with a beginner salesman for an hour… How were you going to get out of this?? “Okay, we need to go back. Before we get in more trouble.” You demanded.

“I’m not done eating yet!” he whined, arguing back like a little kid. 

“Dude, I really don’t care. Either come back with me or I’m leaving you here.” You said before walking back outside and getting in the car.

Wade groaned and chugged the last of his beer and stuffed the rest of his burrito in his face and made it back to the car just as you were going to pull away. You gave him a quick glare before driving back to the dealership. 

Apparently the man had some sort of conscious and spoke up just as you put the car in park and took off your seatbelt.

“I’ll let Peter know it was all my fault. We’re best buds so he can cover for me.” Wade explained and literally skipped back into work. 

You sighed and began the walk of shame to the door. You decided you were just going to finish your paperwork and apologize profusely and hope you get a second chance. 

But, you couldn’t help overhear Wade and Peter’s conversation on your way to the office.

“C’mon man, you know I’ve been having a hard time… With Vanessa, the Avengers.” 

“I know, Wade, I know. But you can’t keep doing stuff like this. This has to be the last time, I can’t cover you if it happens again.”

“Thanks, peanut.” 

You’re also pretty sure you witnessed Wade grip Peter’s ass when he hugged him after the conversation. 

You kept your head down the rest of the day, working on getting all types of paperwork and files organized. It was now 6:30pm and you were gathering your things you left in the office.

“Knock knock.” Wade’s voice sounded off behind you. 

You turned around and met his eyes. You had felt bad for him after overhearing that he was going through a hard time, so you gave him a smile. “Heading home?” He questioned you casually, though inside his mind he was cursing himself for being such an idiot to ask if you were heading home. Of course you were going home. 

“Yup. Home sweet home.” You chuckled nervously.

“Mmh, yeah. The sweet, sweet home I share with an old blind lady.” He joked, or at least you think it was a joke.

You laughed, “At least you got someone to go home to. Some of us aren’t so lucky to have a blind lady waiting for you.” 

“Well, in that case… How about I take you out for a drink?” He was still stoic-ly leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed lazily.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you turned your head to hide your face from him. 

“I dunno, I got another job to get to in the morning.” You rummaged around for an imaginary lost object.

“How about just to apologize? For being an asshole… if I’m not your type, I mean.” His eyes were glued to your ass as you stalled, bent over looking for something even Wade knew wasn’t there. 

You felt your face heat up even more. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was something magnetizing about Wade. He was an annoying asshole, but you could also sense there was something deeper to him. You found a random pen under a desk and picked it up to cover for your stalling. You took a breath to compose yourself before turning around to face Wade.

You noticed his gaze had to travel from your waist up to your eyes when you turned to face him, but you decided to ignore that for now, “Okay. But just for a little. I really do have work in the morning.” 

“I won’t keep you up too late.” He winked at you and then whipped out his phone to send a text. “Our ride will be here soon.” 

You nodded and followed Wade outside. It was just beginning to turn from Summer to Autumn, so the nights started to get a little chilly and the sun was setting sooner. 

Within a few minutes, a taxi pulled up. Wade opened the back door for you. His gesture surprised you, but you thanked him and sat down in the back of the car. Wade got in the front seat and quickly introduced you to Dophinder, a friend of his apparently. 

“Headed back home tonight Mr. Pool, sir?” The taxi driver questioned.

“Oh, not tonight, Dophinder. Tonight is the night I get my groove back. We’re going to Putt Putt Palace.” Wade said confidently.

“Ohh, very nice choice, Mr. Pool!” Dophinder admired Wade’s choice of establishment and started to drive. 

Once you had arrived at the mini-golf course and Dophinder had driven away after gladly taking a high-five as payment, you spoke up, “I thought this was just going to be drinks?”

“Yeah, well ‘Do you want to get drinks’ tends to go over better than ‘I’m going to dominate you at Putt Putt Palace.’”

“Ohhh, so you’re getting cocky now, huh?” You chuckled slightly.

“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe.” He smirked and led the way to pay for a full round of golf and picked out the red putter and ball. 

“Damn, red is my favorite color. I’ll do black then.” You said, grabbing the supplies in the color you chose. 

Wade gasped softly, “Red and black…” 

You looked over at him, “Red and black… it’s a good color combo.” 

“It is, indeed.” He smiled and also ordered two extra large margaritas that came on a necklace in one of those comically large, colorful souvenir cups. 

“Oh my god.” You chuckled when Wade handed you the drink, “You’re trying to get me drunk, aren’t you?” “I would never! I’m going to win this game fair and square!” He defended himself and put the cup around his neck and walked up to the first hole and lined up his shot. 

You watched Wade as he carefully calculated his swing. You gave in and also put your drink around your neck and took some sips, it was awfully convenient. 

Wade hit his ball and watched it go around the course and fall perfectly into the hole. 

“Fuck yeah!” He cheered and performed a small victory dance.

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him out of the way, “It was a lucky shot, Mr. Pool.” 

You glanced at him when you used the name the taxi driver addressed him as. 

Wade gave you a bit of side eye while he sipped his drink. 

You pressed him further, “Why’d he call you that, anyway?” You took your first swing, making it a good amount across the course. 

“It’s an old nickname. I don’t go by it anymore though.” he explained, taking glances at your ass and different parts of your body each time you were getting lined up to hit your ball, finally sinking the hole in 3 strokes. 

The night went on, the sky growing darker and the conversation between the two of you growing deeper. The fact that you had skipped lunch and hadn’t had dinner yet was definitely weighing on you as the alcohol in your system took effect more quickly than usual. You made it to hole 10 out of 18 before you really started struggling. 

You were swaying slightly on your feet, trying to focus and stay still long enough to make a good shot. You went to swing and missed the ball, causing you to break out into a fit of giggles. 

“Oops!” You chuckled and began to line yourself up again. 

Wade was very amused watching you struggle and become more undone at each hole. But he didn’t want you to fully make a fool of yourself, so he approached behind you and gently placed his hands on your shoulders to help steady you. 

“Ooh, thanks.” You smiled and successfully hit your ball this time. 

“Hey, how come you’re not drunk?” You looked up at him while his hands were still on your shoulder.

“‘Cause my healing factor won’t let me, beautiful. But believe me, I’ve tried.” He explained and walked over to your ball with you.

You blushed at the name he called you. He’d been doing it all night. Throwing in a “babe” or “beautiful” every so often, and it always seemed so natural, it caught you off guard every time. 

He continued to help and also tease you for the next 6 holes. As the game was coming to an end, most other people had left the area by now. As usual, Wade was in his position behind you as you took your swing. As you followed your ball with your eyes, it almost felt surreal seeing it sink a hole in one. 

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “I did it!! I fucking did it!” You cheered and turned around to shove it in Wade’s face. You were blind to the fact that there was no way you could even catch up to Wade, let alone win the whole game. 

Wade was rolling his eyes at your taunts, “Whatever! You’re still not gonna win!”

You chuckled and moved on to the last hole, “Show me what you got.” 

You watched Wade’s face fill with concentration as he carefully calculated his next move. Your eyes couldn’t help but wonder down his body. You hadn’t noticed how muscular he was before now. His work uniform hid most of his body, but you could see his biceps flexing as he hit his golf ball. 

He hadn’t hit the ball hard enough, because once it got to the middle of a metal loop in the center of the course, it lost momentum and fell out. 

“Fuck!” Wade cursed at himself as he stepped aside to let you take your swing. 

“It’s okay,” You moved into position at the start of the course and set your ball down, “This way I can watch you when you hit the ball again.” Your inhibited state of mind had you speaking your thoughts before you had any chance to think it through. 

Wade’s nonexistent eyebrows raised slightly. Sure, he had been flirting with you and asked you on this date, but he never thought you would actually like him or find anything about him remotely attractive. Up until that moment he had convinced himself you were just trying to be nice to the painfully obviously insane burn victim at your new job. 

You lifted your head from your ball to Wade, “You gonna help me or just stand there?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” He had been lost in his own thoughts and for once, left speechless. He moved behind you again and placed his hands on your shoulders. 

You had missed the warmth of his body heat, it was almost addicting to have him so close to you. You didn’t realize you had just been mindlessly staring down at your golf ball while relishing in Wade’s presence. 

Wade leaned down to lower his head next to your ear and whispered, “Don’t fuck it up, peanut.” 

The feeling of his breath against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, there was no way you would be able to focus on the last round of mini golf now. You dropped your club and turned around to face Wade. The most adorable look of confusion was adamant on his face, bringing a slight smile to your lips. 

Wade opened his mouth, no doubt to say something idiotic, but before he could you placed a hand on the back of his neck and helped him lean down and captured his lips in a kiss. 

You were thankful for the extra courage your drink had given you. There’s no way you would be able to make a move on someone so confident and outgoing as Wade sober. Your kiss was brief, almost innocent. Just a soft meshing of two timid people. 

Wade was the one to pull away from you, “What was that for?” 

You shrugged, “Dunno.” 

Which was true, you didn’t know why you were compelled to kiss the man who almost got you fired on your first day of work, who acted so careless and as if he only thought about himself and his own wants. 

You started to lean up to kiss him again, but he stopped you. 

“You don’t wanna get into this, peanut. I’m a fucking mess.” Wade looked down at you, a glimmer of hurt in his eyes. 

You frowned slightly, “Well, that makes two of us.”

You waited for his response. He was glancing to his left and right every so often, like he was having an internal battle. After a few moments his eyes settled back on yours. 

“Fuck it.” he mumbled just before he closed the distance between you and gave you a proper kiss.