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dxxdhood · 4 months

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convince me

pairing: wade wilson x gn!reader

summary: deadpool forced me to write smut where the two of you act out the position you see in an,,,, ahem,,, erotic video.

tags: smut (18+), fingering, penetration, slight degradation, finger sucking, dom!wade wilson, sub!reader

wc: 1.2k

“Babe, listen, the mistake we made was going to White Castle sober.”

“Excellent defense, Mr. Wilson. You ever think about switching to a career in law?”

“Can’t, my tagline doesn’t transfer across professions. Calling yourself the Lawyer with the Mouth is like saying you’re the fanfic writer who’s horny.”

He manages to make you chuckle, as usual, even though you were supposed to still be annoyed about your frankly terrible dinner. But walking back into your apartment has you less inclined to hold grudges, somehow. It’s probably the promise of cuddling up in bed together. Either that, or it’s all the hilarious nicknacks Wade keeps dropping off in your living room. The fucked-up Pikachu plush where the eyes and cheeks are swapped is particularly getting to you.

“Wait for me in bed, alright?” you say.

“Oh?” Wade waggles his non-existent eyebrows. “Is this little cutie planning something?”

“Yeah, planning to spend an hour in the bathroom,” you shake your head and fail to hold back a smile. “Find us a good movie to watch while I’m out.”

To nobody’s surprise, you both end up on a site that starts in p and ends in hub.

“Nobody can get into that position,” your inner critic bursts out of you at the best of times.

You can feel Wade smirking from where his face is tucked into your neck, cuddling you from behind. “Well, in the words of Clue 1985,” he runs a scarred hand down your waist. “Sure, they can. Let me show you.”

He nips at your neck, kissing at the sensitive skin of your jaw. You exhale, trying to calm the burning sensation building in your gut, but you struggle to stay patient when he starts sucking a bruise into your collarbone.

“Wade!” you gasp, trying and failing to stop your body from grinding your ass against him. He responds in turn, moving closer to you, his hard cock slowly rubbing against your ass.

He flips over, now perched on top of you and caging you in, arms on either side of your head as he kisses you. Every time he deepens the kiss, makes you feel like you’ll never want to come back up for air, he fucks with you by biting at your bottom lip or scratching his teeth against your gums.

You bang your fists against the mattress a few too many times, understandably annoyed with his teasing, so Wade grips both of your wrists with one hand and holds them above you, plastering them to the headboard.

The action has you moaning into his mouth, and the bottom half of your body continues to move on its own, grinding against the air now. You feel so desperate, your face heats up thinking about how much of a mess you already are for him. Wishing he would close the new gap between your bodies, you arch your back off the bed, trying to feel more of his body against yours.

He giggles, watching you wriggle around. “Hold your horses there, cutie. We’re not even at the good part yet.”

Wade brings a hand up to your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You’re so thrown off by the sudden show of affection that you don't even process him slipping a rough finger into your mouth.

“Suck,” he commands. And something about Wade only using a single word when he’s usually so noisy has you whining as you circle his finger with your tongue.

His big brown eyes are glued to your lips, watching them worship his finger like he’s all you’ve ever wanted. Around the time you start bobbing up and down his finger, he slips it out of you and pats your cheek.

“Good baby, such a good slut for me,” he whispers as he slides your shorts and underwear off in one motion. He slicks up the finger and you with a small bottle of lube and carefully starts slipping into your entrance.

“What? Where’d you even–” you snap your gaze sideways to your bedside table, which is curiously unopened.

He taps the front pocket of his pants, “Never leave home without it.” Did he really always have that in his pocket? At the fucking White Castle?!

He talks as he fingers you, pressing against your walls casually as if he isn’t making you lose your mind. “You look impressed, babe. Tell me you’re not impressed.”

“Oh my god, shut up!” you groan as he reaches deeper inside you, adding another finger and stretching you further.

“As you wish,” he pumps his fingers at a faster pace, gripping your hip with one hand and bringing his face to your chest so he can lick at a nipple. A spark shoots down your spine and you can feel him chuckle as your body starts to shiver.

His fingers are pounding against your insides. You can feel yourself throbbing around him, clenching and wanting more, so he adds a third finger and fucks you at a punishing pace. You bite your own lip to keep back what was going to be an embarrassing moan, but he nips at your nipple and you let out a small shout.

Just as he finally starts reaching at that spot in you that has you seeing stars, he slips his fingers out. You're going to berate him for throwing you off just as the pleasure was building, but he already has his cock placed at your entrance, so close to sliding in.

“You ready?” he whispers, and you nod so quickly you think you may have pulled a muscle.

He releases a breathy moan as he slides all the way in you, reaching right where you need him but still stubbornly not giving it to you.

“Wade, move!” you cry. He responds by smacking your ass and pulling you into his lap. You’re seated on his thighs as he throws your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he starts thrusting in and out of you. The position has you feeling so much closer to him, like he has free reign to stroke every part of you.

You grip onto his shoulders and try to interlock your ankles together to help you hold onto him as he pumps his cock into you faster. Wade moans so deep it sounds like a growl and you clench around him at the sound.

“Fuck!” he cries before kissing you, harshly making out as his hips continue to piston inside you. You can feel the vibrations of his moans against your own mouth, and it’s enough to make your muscles twitch around him again.

“Shit, Wade,” you whisper. “I’m going to–”

“Yeah, babe?” he says in between kissing you. “Go, do it. Come for me.”

You rip away from his mouth and release with a moan, your entire body burning as you quiver around his cock. He leans his head into your neck and bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder as he comes, filling you so completely you never want him to leave.

You finally come down from your orgasm and relax in his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Wade is still panting, but he keeps kissing across your face, smiling when you reciprocate and kiss his forehead.

“You’re making every thought that passes through my head sound like an ABBA song,” he whispers, eyes closed.

“That might be the closest thing to a love confession I’ve gotten out of you.”

#wade wilson smut #deadpool smut #wade wilson x reader #deadpool x reader #wade wilson x gn! reader #gn reader #dom character #sub reader #deadpool x gn! reader #marvel smut #marvel #deadpool #wade wilson #smut

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crimsonbubble · 9 months

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Just hear me out. Deadpool has guns and he definitely knows how to use them in bed and I'm not talking about just holding it to your head iykwim

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, gun play, vague fear kink (?), thigh riding *not proofread, just pure horny

[you made me remember that one video I saw on twitter a while ago 😭😭]

MINORS DNI!!

no bc this isn't the first time I thought of this scenario-

to keep it short and sweet; he'd fuck you with his gun

the mf wouldn't even tell you if it was loaded or not (they never are), he thrives with how much you trust him

and loves to point out how much you're loving it which only makes your hole clench tighter around the barrel of the gun

"you're liking this a little too much, don'tcha think?" just to push the barrel in further and burn the image of you writhing against your bed in his mind

but he's also enjoying this, very much

it's evident in the way he grinds his hips into your thigh

#smmy-winchester #bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #deadpool #deadpool x reader #deadpool x reader smut #deadpool smut #wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x reader smut #wade wilson smut

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fandomnerd9602 · 15 hours

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Lady DP traveling through different realities to reclaim a Y/N after hers died pls

Lady Deadpool pops up and hugs Y/N tightly…

Lady DP: baby! Tell me you love me! Tell me you’ll never leave me!!!

Y/N: T-Taylor Swift?!

Lady DP: sorry I’m Lady Deadpool. But I appreciate the compliment. So will you be all mine, baby?

Y/N: yeah okay

Lady DP: sweet! I promise you a love story that won’t end in a cruel summer. Wink!

Y/N: did you just say wink?

Lady DP: I can’t wink in this mask

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anitaheartsu · 4 months

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ☁️ wade wilson + doggy

navigation masterlists

‧₊˚c/w. hair pulling, choking, pet names (baby), dom!wade, fem!reader, afab!reader, creampie

‧₊˚notes. sigh needa good fuck from him real bad :(

wade’s favorite position is def doggy <3

he just loves how he gets to yank at your hair and wrap his arm around your throat so easily. he especially likes to press down on your back and force you to arch more.

he’s relentless with his pace, too. if he’s fucking doggy, he’s fucking hard—balls slapping against your clit and fingers digging into the plush of your hips <3

he’d never admit it, but the best part is that you can’t see him. it makes him ten times more confident—and by proxy—more horny.

he’s fucking obsessed with hearing your moans muffle after he presses your face into the bed. he generally tries to stay quiet besides occasional grunts, but when you react with muffled cries it becomes much more difficult.

“take my f—uckin’ cock, baby.”

“fuckin’ you good? huh?”

and when he hits your g spot and your cunt tightens around him, consider that the only way to kill him. he’s gonna keep hammering his cock into that spot once he finds it, he doesn’t care how early he cums. besides, he knows it won’t be a challenge to get hard again after watching his cum spill out of you.

#wade wilson x reader #wade wilson smut #deadpool x reader #deadpool smut #marvel x reader #marvel smut #marvel #deadpool #wade wilson

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baka-bakeneko · 1 year

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Here’s To Us - Wade Wilson x Fem! Reader [NSFW]

tags: MDNI, comic version Wade Wilson, voyeurism, shared shower, grinding, dominant Wade Wilson, sub reader, Venus Butterfly, squirting, slow sex, double orgasm, creampie (first of marathon sex series)

word count: 6.3 k

synopsis: Wade's street neighbor needs to use Wade's hot water.

a/n: i refuse to apologize for this.

Wade gave you special access to his apartment once in a blue moon. Mostly for a short list of reasons. One, your water was out and you needed a shower. Two, Wade had left the window open and wanted you to take care of the stray named Bea. Or three, when he was definitely home, trying to relax in his downtime, and wanted some serious company.

And you were surprised you were that type of company. Not that Wilson was intimidating, but you feared that if you looked too much, you’d make him uncomfortable.

But he was a rugged, scarred man from head to toe. And it was hard to take it all in without staring. You didn’t know what it was, but you weren’t trying to be rude, you just wanted to silently trace every divot of his skin with intrigue.

It was as if you were looking closely at a renaissance painting and noticing the cracks in the paint, the hardened bits on the canvas.

Thankfully, this was not that third option today. It was a shower. Your landlord had once again shut off the water in your apartment and was now the hardest to get ahold of. After a long night of fighting, you were grimy and in need of a shower.

Rifling through your bag, you found the spare bronze key detailed with a Hello Kitty key cover and a Golden Girls keychain that read ‘Stay Golden, girl!’

You bit back a low smile, that keychain always giving you a bite of happiness every time you came across it. You wondered if it ever did the same with Wade. You clenched the key in your hand and turned around in the stairwell, leaving your complex to stop at the edge of the sidewalk.

With a double take down the street, you bolted across it and directly into the complex on the opposite side. You wished that you lived right next door to Wilson sometimes; though that’d mean you’d both be shit out of luck with the water.

Taking the stairs two at a time, you rushed to the third floor and stopped in the front of Wilson’s perfectly decorated door. He’d mentioned that he used to practice throwing knives at it, and he recently got into whittling.

You shook your head at the etchings in the door, no doubt that was coming out of his security deposit, and used the key to unlock it. Pushing inside, you shut the door firmly behind you then dropped your bag to the counter.

You grabbed your phone, barely taking in Wilson’s cleaned up studio. There weren’t any pizza boxes on the counter, or any extra beers on top of the fridge. This mission must’ve been a long stay away.

With a shrug, you made your way to Wade’s bathroom and searched for his Bluetooth speaker. The second pairing on your list with how often you were over here now, with how often Wade preferred your taste in music.

Shuffling your playlist, you kicked off your shoes outside of the bathroom then peeled off your shirt and kickboxing shorts in a swift motion. You turned and saw yourself in Wade’s busted mirror, noting the already yellowing skin patch over the back of your shoulder.

You reached for it, feeling at the edges of it with a grimace before leaving it and stripping off your sports bra next.

You turned towards the shower, the curtain already peeled back with the porcelain scrubbed spotless. So he was going to be gone for a real long time.

Damn.

You turned on the old-fashioned knobs for the water, before turning on the middle knob to start the shower head. Peeling off your panties, you stepped into the spray while the music blasted into the room.

You stood under the spray, allowing the water to batter your face and rush down your head to your shoulders; you took the time to stretch your neck and shoulders, then bent to touch your toes.

The hot water felt amazing for your muscles, melting the tension from them. The music helped, each song that came on a natural bop. You slowly swayed your hips to the music before really getting into it, moving slowly to roll your body with the song and mouthing off the lyrics.

It was like being at home after a minute, then five and finally ten before you realized that you hadn’t cleaned up at all. With a snicker to yourself, you searched around Wilson’s shower for a soap bar, then lathered it quickly between your hands. You moved around so quickly, you stopped at a heart-wrenching speed when you noticed someone in the doorway.

“Shit,” you said, reaching for the shower curtain and avoiding Wade’s eyes.

“Sorry,” Wade offered, quickly averting his gaze. “So sorry, that was not an invite. But what’re you doing here, kitten?”

You gulped at his pet name for you; you shrugged further behind the shower curtain, fumbling to crumple it into your soapy hands.

“My water’s out again.”

“Oh,” he stated, looking behind him and leaning back, possibly getting a good sight of his window facing your complex. “You want me to talk to your landlord?”

“No,” you shook your head. “No, it’s okay, really. I’m sorry. I should’ve asked, Wade.”

“You’re fine,” he drew out, pulling himself upright before quickly meeting your eyes. “It’s fine. Just...don’t waste all my hot water.”

You blinked slowly in recognition to his request, then nodded. “In and out, three minutes.”

Wade smirked, leaning further into the doorway. “Now I know you’ve been in here for more than ten.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but your face gave way to your efforts. “How would you know that?”

Wade casually cleared his throat, straightening up and dropping his hands to his grey sweat pockets. “Just...speed it up. This jet lag kicked my ass.”

You opened your mouth to say something else, but Wade reached for the door to shut it.

“I’m done,” you lied, still half-lathered in suds.

“Really?” Wade deadpanned, his browline quirking with a quick once over.

You gulped lowly at the thought of his gaze raking over you, taking in your body shape. You pulled the curtain closer to you, tucking your thigh behind it with a clear of your throat.

“I’m done,” you offered again, reaching for your soiled shirt now resting on the toilet lid. “I’ll get out of your way.”

Wade scoffed and reached for your soiled clothes. “As if you’re getting out of my hair that easily. Rinse off or I’m coming in after you.”

You were taken aback by his teasing, watching as he scooped up all your clothes and walked out of the room with them. He returned shortly after with a dingy red long-sleeve and a pair of boxer shorts.

“They’re clean, I swear,” he promised, bringing the blue-white striped shorts to his scarred nose for a sniff test. “Washed ‘em a month ago.”

You rolled your eyes at him then sheepishly offered your thanks. Wade tilted his head at you then glanced to the shower head.

“I wasn’t kidding, get to rinsing.”

A shock bolted through your body and you pulled the curtain closed to rinse your body off.

“You got thirty seconds,” he warned from the doorway, making your heart race as you thought of everywhere you lathered up. It was more than enough time and if you ended up soapy, that was your own fault.

“Twenty seconds.”

This man’s concept of time moved way faster than yours. Fuck it, it was time for whore’s bath technique. You spun around in slow circles, using your hands to swipe down the rolls of water from your shoulders. It was going to be good enough.

“Eight seconds,” Wade gave as a final warning, his hand already gripping at the edge of the curtain to peel it back.

You were done, all that mattered was getting out. You were going to get out as soon as Wade backed away from the curtain. Your hand reached for the thin veil of plastic and peeled it away to come face to face with Wilson, or moreso Wade Wilson’s pectorals.

They were definitely pillowy, if you ever wondered. But you obviously weren’t as you looked down to get your footing ready, only for your eye to catch onto Wade’s flaccid cock.

You shied away from looking, now bemused by the sight you’d taken in. You shifted to the opposite end of the tub, letting Wilson step into the spray while the remaining water bounced from his skin and onto you.

Wade pushed the curtain away, allowing you easy access out. You dangled a foot out of the tub, ready to dry off, but took a long glance at Wade’s scarred back, parts of his skin torn away to reveal hardened muscle. You hid back a seethe, wondering how painful that must’ve felt everyday with what he did for a living. Whatever that was.

“You wanna get my back?” he asked innocently, acknowledging your stare.

“Sorry,” you muttered under your breath then reached for the soap bar on its designated ledge. “Yeah, I can.”

You lathered the soap in your hands then carefully rested your palms to Wade’s back. Every muscle under your touch seemed to relax, allowing his shoulders to slump forward.

You ran your hands up, crossing over the backs of his shoulders, then down to follow parallel to his spine. You avoided the muscle patches as best you could, meeting your hands at the small of his back and then up again.

Wade groaned at that, bowing his head in the spray with a low ‘thanks’ at your effort.

You nodded, holding your hands into the spray of the water to rinse them. You said nothing, just stood back to watch the suds roll down his etched body. The rivulets caught into the deep scars of his skin, making intricate swirls on his body before falling.

It felt like watching a stained glass window being battered with rain, captivating and time-wasting. Wade glanced over his shoulder at you after a long moment and dared another smirk.

“Like what you see, kitten?”

You tried to speak, but stammered, diverting your eyes from Wade’s tight, scarred back to the floor of the tub. “I’m getting out.”

“No, stay,” he taunted, his tone teetering on genuine as he turned around. “I’ll let you get a look since I saw yours.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, already pushing away the want to look at his front. “I’m good. That was my fault.”

You peeked through one eye and stepped out of the tub, reaching for the boxers Wade set out for you.

You kept your back to him as you pulled them to your waist, rolling the waistband over a couple times to get the desired length for you. Then you went for the shirt, popping your damp head through the hole with your arms to follow.

“You in the mood for some Chinese? I could definitely go for some kung pao.”

You stopped in the doorway and looked back at Wade. “You want me to stay for dinner?”

“Of course,” Wade said with a shrug. “Unless you’re in the mood for Greek, then I’ll kick you out on your ass.”

You smiled, “Chinese food sounds good to me.”

You ordered food and sat on Wade’s couch while he showered, taking his sweet time with the remaining hot water. Not that you felt cheapened in the slightest, it was his apartment after all.

Even with the deepest part of you wondering if he liked what he saw or if anything arose in his mind, you stowed all of your emotions aside when the delivery person knocked on the door. You stood up and went for your bag, rifling through its contents to produce money for the food.

Slowly opening the front door, you exchanged the food and money then shut it with your ankle. You set the food on the clean kitchen island, going to untie the first bag as the bathroom door opened and steam billowed out.

“I’m feeling fresher already,” Wade announced, draping his towel over his shoulders while he wore his signature sweatpants low on his scarred hips.

You scrunched your nose. “Those clean or did you miss laundry day?”

Wade walked around you, letting off a little excess heat accumulated from his shower waft onto you. “You think I’d give my last bit of clean clothes to you? And miss that opportunity of you streaking around here?”

You bit back a nervous grin, biting at the inside of your bottom lip. Maybe he did like what he saw.

“I just changed into these off of my flight,” he said, reaching for the second bag and undoing its tie. He reached in, grabbing at the boxes of food then spread them out on the counter.

“How was your trip?” You asked, a trivial question in the scheme of your friendship, or whatever this was. Labels were hard. He only ever knew about your job, only ever knew what you did for extra cash.

That seemed to be how he wanted it.

Wade opened a box of lo mein noodles and selfishly took a large forkful into his mouth to avoid answering, then he raised a finger at the recognition of one of your songs still playing on the speaker.

He hummed, nodding at the song before grabbing your wrist and turning you in a circle. You rolled your eyes at him, following his movements hesitantly eventually falling into place.

Wade chewed his food quickly, swallowed then turned you around again, pulling your back into his chest. His hand raised yours in the air, his fingers slipping down your forearm and bicep then further down your side and finally grabbing your hip.

You swayed slowly in the rhythm, attempting to ignore the hardened feeling of Wade behind you. But he was a presence difficult to ignore.

You hummed at the feeling of his length brushing against your ass, falling into the music as Wade rested his chin to your shoulder.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em,” he offered, his other hand making small circles on your thigh.

You agreed inside, filing yourself tighter to Wade and chasing a feeling you weren’t sure was good. When the song ended, Wade slowly released his hold on you.

Still his chin was rested to your shoulder, lifting to brush his lips to your ear as his nose swiped against your damp hair. You turned your head after Wade’s, wanting to find something to say but your mind going blank.

You quirked a brow before Wade’s hand snaked up your arm, draping it behind his neck; he turned further into you. his lips slowly molding to yours. The salt from the lo mein cut into your mouth as your hand palmed at the nape of his neck.

You warred on pushing him away, that sliver of you wanting to keep this as cordial as possible. But inside, you were melting, your knees feeling like jelly as you gave into your arousal for him.

Fuck, Wade was a good man. A good-looking man despite his hardened exterior. His body was more of a marvel than the average man, there wasn’t anything you could take away from that. Your hand slide across his as it rested on your thigh, drawing his touch further in.

You arched into him, feeling his cock free in his sweatpants. Now you know that dance wasn’t all for nothing either. Why couldn’t you have just gotten your hands on each other sooner?

Wade’s lips parted from yours, trailing across your cheek then to your neck and down before shrugging one of the shoulders of your shirt down.

"Wade, fuck," you exhaled, already exhausted with waiting.

His lips were warm and soft, dragging against your skin and making goosebumps in their wake. You were almost antsy to have more of him, working your hips into his and getting intoxicated from the friction.

"Don't be so impatient," he said with a low snicker against your skin. "I'm trying to woo you, not fuck you in a gas station bathroom."

You threw your head back and laughed at that, folding your hands over his to feel something similar to a hug. Wade drew his lips back and took little sharp bites at your earlobe with his own chuckle to follow.

You gave up that instant, relaxing against Wade and allowing him his moment. Wade tsked against your skin, letting you go and stepping back.

"What're you doing now?" You asked, turning around to face him, chilled from his absence.

Wade stared at you, determined, while he stroked his chin in thought. "Hush, I'm thinking."

You geared yourself to say something but didn't have a moment to think; Wade rushed at you, grabbing your waist and hoisting you up against him.

Your legs crossed around him, his hands holding you steady while your chest pressed to his.

"Shit," you whispered, the sudden lift making your head go afloat.

You draped your arms over Wade's shoulders and leaned in to kiss him again. Wade carried you over to his bed and dropped you onto it, following soon behind with making your body his sole business.

His lips made work of yours, teasing his tongue into your mouth while your stomach rumbled at the hint of food. You stifled down the thought as you raised your legs, parting them for Wade to dip between them.

He rolled his hips against you, pressing right at the seam of his boxers to your clit. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling shooting through your stomach, adding to the warmth and firmness of Wade's chest against yours.

Your hands slid along Wade's shoulders, then up and around the back of his neck as you pulled him in. His tongue lapped against yours, making you submit and follow his lead.

You were aware of everything about Wade then, making out with him like a lousy teenager. His hands at your thighs slipped up under the boxers to grab handfuls of your ass.

He pushed you further into him that way, earning an unwarranted moan from your lips and into his mouth. You felt his lips curl at that, how your knees were clenched at his waist as his crotch was pressed a bit harder to yours.

Wade pulled from your lips and allowed you to breathe, your chest heaving. He rested his hand to your chest, his fingers steady and spread out between your breasts.

"That's so cute, you're so excited," he teased, dragging his hand down your body then back up, slowly pulling your shirt up to reveal your stomach.

The fabric was caught onto his middle and index finger, his ring and pinkie caressing at the underside of your breast.

"I like that. It's been a while since I've seen that," Wade whispered, leaning in and sliding his lips across your stomach. "Since I made someone nervous."

You scoffed at that, but it came out a shaky exhale as Wade's lips rested just below your belly button. His nose circled your navel then trailed a line up, his breath wafting over your skin.

The chill worked up your back, tickled between your shoulders as you curled your toes against his sheets.

“Bullshit,” you muttered, your hands rested just at Wade’s shoulders.

He hummed, smiling against your skin as his hands rested at your waist, peeling your boxers down to kiss at more skin. Your stomach tightened the further he traveled, each warm kiss causing a lick of electricity between your hips.

Your knees braced tighter at Wade’s sides until he readjusted further down on the bed. Suddenly, his nose was rested directly against your mound, his tongue carefully lapping at the top of your slit.

You stifled a swear, squirming under Wade’s tongue; you drew out a low pitch, not knowing what to do with yourself.

Wade sat up on his knees, using his momentum sitting up to strip your boxers from your legs. Wade’s eyes raked up your body, taking in each vulnerable bit of your skin. You wanted to play coy, tucking the edge of his shirt between your legs but enjoyed his raw attention more.

The dark admiration in his eyes made fire alight in your belly, suddenly realizing how wet you were for him.

He took hold of one of your knees, spread your legs apart with one draping over his shoulder as he lie down on his stomach.

“I’m trying not to drool right now,” Wade quipped, his voice stripped down as he pressed his lips to your inside knee. “You good?”

Your brain registered his question and sat up on your elbow, stomach tight while Wade blew soft air against your pussy. You nodded eagerly, your throat dry and unable to form a sentence.

“Fuck yes,” he grinned, kissing at your opposite thigh, dragging his open mouth and tongue to your inside hip. “Tap me if you want out,” he suggested, using his hand to bend your other knee at an angle.

He flattened his tongue to your clit and your ass immediately grinded to the bed. Wade huffed in amusement, drawing a hand around, touching up your thigh and to your waist before slipping under your ass and to the front of your pussy.

Wade circled two fingers before your entrance carefully, gathering your wet and spreading your lips apart. Your breath hitched, finding an edge to twitch your hips in effort to get more.

He pulled back again, “There you are, being impatient again.”

Your brows furrowed at his leaving, your clit twitching at the cool air left behind. He smiled, glancing down at your pussy as his two fingers slid into you. Your legs threatened to clamp shut but Wade’s body held them open; he returned between your legs and resumed his tongue on your clit.

Your head flopped back to the bed at the combination of sensations. Wade’s free hand pressed on the inside of your thigh, pushing it further open before gripping at your inside hip.

You felt vulnerable, spread open like that to Wade's entire apartment. To Wade. You tried to shut your eyes, clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle your noise for the sake of his neighbors.

"That's not fair," Wade hungrily muttered against your clit, taking a second away from it to grab your elbow. "I put in this work to hear you."

That caused more wet to gush from you, feeling Wade's fingers curl and brush his fingers against your tight walls. He tapped when he found what he was looking for, causing another bolt to rush straight up to your clit which he received with a lap of his tongue.

He was giving himself morse code, using your body as the vessel. You couldn't help the pitchy whine that escaped you then, with Wade peeling back the hood of your clit with his tongue and suctioning his lips around the nub.

"Shitshitshitshit," you metered out, trying to breathe but hold onto the air for fear it'd escape as noises. You raised up on your elbow again and stared down at him, trying to hold your knuckles away from your lips.

He unlatched from you, staring from under the shadow of his browline. "I can't hear you, kitten. You're gonna have to be louder."

You shook your head, already fighting the losing battle as his fingers regularly tapped and pumped in you. Your head dropped back, staring at the ceiling while you tried to catch your breath in a few pants.

Wade took that as opportunity to return to your clit, sucking a bit firmer and showing off with his tongue. Your toes curled, your knees trying to shift off of Wade and out of his grasp, but he held tight.

"Aww honey, we ain't even halfway done yet," he cooed, unlatching from your clit with a loud smack.

The string of his saliva mixed with your wet trailed to the hood of your clit, making you melt at the sight.

"I call this one the Wilson stamp of approval," he taunted, resuming his place at the helm of your pussy.

He suctioned his lips again, this time slowing his movement while his fingers pumped a bit harder.

A moan finally escaped your lips, followed by a seethe between your teeth. "Wade, Wade I--"

Your hand reached for Wade's shoulder though you couldn't reach it; you opted to touch at the top of his head, ready to tap out.

That was until he started using his tongue to sign his name.

W-A-D-E...by the end of his first name, your legs were officially shaking. The fingers were definitely not helping the situation.

W-I-N...He was spelling his full name? You were putty now, your hand at his head only holding him there while he slowly sealed your fate.

S-T-O-N....your eyes were twitching, your body clenched hard on the precipice of something so tortuous and euphoric.

W-I...he drew his tongue in a long, slow swoop down, meeting a tap of his fingers to dot his 'I'.

You were done for. Your breath was now a full-blown pant, your entire body sweaty from holding out. Your pitch heightened with each pump of his fingers, his warm mouth only driving you home.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck fuck fuck..." you worked up, allowing yourself to actually make noise.

Wade's name spat from your lips, pushing his head just a little harder as you finally came, your body in shakes while you rode out the galvanic lashes across your back, between your thighs and up your stomach to your fast-beating heart.

You were so overcome with the pleasure, your pussy forced Wade's fingers out of you and you were wracked with a newer feeling that tightened your stomach to release.

Wade pulled away in a split second, his chin splashed with your juices, while he was in awe of your newfound...technique.

You caught your breath, staring at the ceiling while you folded your arm over your eyes. Your thighs were now wetter than before, your clit now throbbing.

"Hello waterworks," Wade teased, leaning over to kiss at your stomach again. "I wish I'd known that sooner, I'd have saved it for later."

He made his way back up your body, trailing softer pecks against your skin. Wade pressed his cock in his sweatpants against your mess of a pussy, earning a roll of your hips.

His hands were on their way to slipping up your shirt, eager to undress you, but he sat away to meet your eyes.

"You wanna keep going?" he asked, now nuzzling against the side of your neck.

You stared into Wade's eyes, then flicked your gaze to his puffy pink lips.

"Fuck yes," you nodded, meeting his gaze again and grabbing at the back of his neck.

You pulled him into a kiss, turning him onto his side while you tried to reach for his sweats. Wade chuckled against you, assisting with the shedding of his pants before turning on his back.

He held you over his waist, kicking off the ankles of his sweatpants.

You sat back from Wade to get a full look of his hard cock. It looked like the rest of him, but a bit more preserved.

You reached for his cock at the same time he reached to peel off your shirt; you allowed him to pull it off of you, his hands massaging at your breasts as you tossed the shirt off the bed.

You bent and took grip of his cock, leaning in to lick. He was already leaking pre-cum from his reddened tip, no doubt warming you inside. You had done that to him.

"Uh, babe, you don't have to do that," Wade tried, the confidence in his tone dipping.

"Oh, you don't want me to?" You asked, dragging your tongue along his cock, licking a stripe along the underside.

"I--fuck," he swore, dropping his head back with a deep exhale. He raised his head with a low suck of air between his teeth.

Wade reached to touch at the back of your neck, over your shoulder, then further before taking a tender handful of your ass in his hand.

You hummed at his touch, giving him a slow stroke.

"So," You smiled, resting his tip to your lips.

You kissed at it, your lips curling to take him in. "Do you want me to?"

Wade pulled back, staring down at you as you stroked him again. He pulled his scarred bottom lip between his teeth, not finding the words but nodding.

You slowly took him in your mouth, slipping some of your spit down his length. You slicked it with your hand, pulling more of his cock into your mouth.

Wade folded his hand to his chest, turning his nails in. You could tell, by him holding back, how eager he was.

The thought made your pussy flutter, thinking of Wade going hard. But first you wanted to reward him for eating you out so well.

The tang of his pre-cum livened your saliva, hollowing your cheeks to suck him a bit firmer. Wade's hand roamed up to his mouth, ready to stifle himself but you reached out with your free hand to clasp his elbow.

He told you, now you were throwing it right back at him. Wade grit his teeth before a strained noise escaped between them, a choked gasp before he seethed so verbally you were almost concerned.

"Fuck, okay, okay, I can't take this," Wade grit, reaching to gently pull you off of him. He kissed tenderly at your sloppy lips, puffed out and wet from spit. "You do wonders to me, kitten but I need to be inside you. Can I please be inside you, now?"

He crawled, switching up your positions again so your head almost dangled over the edge of the foot of the bed.

You followed his direction, if only to see Wade from an entirely new angle. Finally shedding the ankles of his sweatpants, he draped himself over you.

His cock touched your inner thigh, sending a warm shockwave right to your core. Your chest rose and fell in anticipation, your breathing shallowing as you met Wade's gaze.

His eyes were half-mast, inches from you, and waiting for the okay. The enthusiastic consent.

You grinned at him, tilting your chin up to peck his lips. "I wanted to suck you off."

"We got time for that," Wade whispered, nudging his nose to yours. "Later."

Your hands brushed around his broad shoulders, down to his waist before bucking his hips against you. "How long can we keep going?"

"At least all night," Wade said, taking your lips with his. "I'll take a week, if you wanna stay."

His mouth dipped to your neck with a peck. "A month if I really take my time."

Wade kissed further, leaving his warmth to dissipate in his wake. You tilted your head at the bathroom, the speaker finally shutting off.

Wade followed your diverted attention, his fingers slipping down your thigh before petting softly at your clit.

"Three months if you get distracted often, six months if I'm gone for too long..."

Wade made his way back up to you, working his best at your clit and earning an eager flex from your pussy.

"Let's just chalk it up to a year for good measure," Wade husked against your lips. "That sound good to you?"

Between the way he talked to you and how he touched you, you were feeling more eager for Wade to actually fuck you.

"Yes, so stop wasting time now." You grinned against him, edging up on your elbow to curve your body against his. "Fuck me, please."

Wade's eyes lit up, kissing you hard at the same time of his hand sliding up to your hip. He held you tenderly, angling your hips up while your legs spread further.

He guided his cock into you slowly, driving a long, thirsty pant from your mouth before his.

"God fuck, Wade." Your hand rested at his neck, your thumb rubbing against the lobe of his ear.

Your forehead rested to his, glancing down between your bodies to see his cock sink into you. Your hold tightened, feeling his tip caress your g-spot.

He spared a cocky chuckle against your lips, "I know, kitten. I call it the Tardis, it's bigger when inside."

You exhaled in his direction, noting his shitty play on words and rolling your hips further to ease him more.

"Fuck, call me that again," you groaned, Wade's cock finally reaching the hilt.

Wade leaned into you, pressing your back to the bed and raising your leg around his waist.

"Kitten," Wade drew out, taking a moment to revel in the soft, wet pulse of your pussy. "Oh baby, that pussy feels as good as it tastes."

Your eyes rolled at that, rutting against the mattress before rolling up at Wade. The minimal movement you felt with the tip of his cock grazing the hot inner core of your pussy.

He managed to pull out a couple inches, easing himself back in with a deep hiss.

"I wish I could fuck you like I hate you," he whispered, pulling back out and running his hands down your legs before crossing both of them around his waist.

Wade took grip of your hip and pulled you up in his lap. He crossed an arm at the small of your back and used his tender strength to ease you up on his cock, then back down again.

Every sink back down, you felt a new wave of pleasure roll through you. You tried to meet his upward thrusts with cants of your hips but his hand stopped you.

"Take your time, baby. I wanna savor this," he whispered, raking his eyes down your body from your breasts to your mound pressed to his.

Your hands felt over his skin, your breath catching on his words. "Me too."

Wade hummed, flicking his gaze to meet yours; his eyes were fueled with a carnal hunger, leaning in to rest his chin between your breasts.

He turned his head, resting his ear to your chest while he huffed hot air against your nipple. You crossed an arm behind his shoulders to hold him there, following his steady thrusts with deep sighs.

Wade defied your expectations, making every touch personal and each thrust targeted to a pleasant experience.

You slowly came undone in his lap, draping your body over him as you were halfway to an explosive end.

Your arms crossed behind Wade's neck, leaning your forehead against his as his hands rocked your hips forward and back on his cock.

"Little Wade's gonna be all wrinkled when he's done in you," Wade muttered.

You scrunched your nose at him, wanting to smile but feeling the heat in your cheeks kept you strained.

"I'll make your cock a part of me," you whimpered as his thumb crossed to touch your clit.

You clenched then, moaning louder in his face.

"That's it, kitten. Make it your own." He held his breath, letting you squeeze his cock with your fluttering walls.

Slowly, your orgasm built from there; each thrust driving you further until you were coming on Wade's cock, tightening your hold on it while your clit pulsed in response.

"Wade," you heaved.

It was tight again, the new sensation returning with you wetting Wade's thighs and the mattress.

"Baby," Wade grit, stopping the rocking of your hips and letting you edge him towards release.

You felt his cock twitch inside you, making you flutter again. Wade dropped his head to your shoulder, a choking moan stuttering from his lips.

Your real name, not a nickname. You gasped, hummed in response as your arms folded against his back to hold him close.

Your fingers swirled against the back of his head, swaying on his waist as come spurt into you, dousing the inner fire Wade caused.

But that wasn't enough to sate you. You two stayed molded together in the center of the bed, catching your breath while soft noises escaped you both.

Wade was the first to part from you, pulling out gently and tossing you off of him. He climbed off of the bed, bent to grab his towel and threw it over his shoulder at you.

"Stay there," Wade said, streaking over to the kitchen island to retrieve the boxes of Chinese food.

You grinned at him, flopping back onto the bed and wiggling your butt over the towel to keep the remainder of Wade's bed clean.

"Kung pao, kitten?" Wade offered, kneeling onto the bed and setting the boxes precariously on the comforter.

You nodded, staring dreamily at Wade; he moved over to you, reaching for the towel to clean up the cum that was easing out of you.

"I'm starving," you added, turning your torso on your side. You reached for the box of lo mein, tilting your chin up to beg a peck from Wade. "Thanks babe."

Wade slowly broke into a smile, leaning after your lips to get another. "Call me that all the time."

You hummed, going for the chopsticks attached to the side of your food. Wade shifted onto the bed, crossing his leg and taking his box of kung pao with stealing the fork from your lo mein.

He opened the box and stabbed at the biggest piece, bringing it to his lips before stopping.

Wade watched as you picked up a sliver of broccoli intertwined with noodles and held his fork out. You quirked a brow at him, tilting your head before tapping your chopsticks to his fork.

"To a year of us," Wade smiled. "Hopefully more."

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(y'all remember when YY did a full seven minutes in heaven with several different anime characters and it dragged on for a bit? that's this fic for me. anything I'll want to write for others, I'll try it out with my wade wilson 😝)

#wade wilson #deadpool #deadpool x reader #fanfic #fan work #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x you #deadpool x you #mss: bakeneko #bakeneko

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hanasnx · 21 days

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x gon' give it to ya.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: @fuckmyskywalker introduced me to the concept of talking to a pussy i think via an anakin smut post and it changed my life so i'd like to dedicate credit to the idea. WARNINGS: fem reader | sex in the suit | deadpool calls himself daddy ironically and talks to your pussy.

A deep groan reverberates from low in DEADPOOL's throat. "Baby, I can't believe how good you look right now, seriously never looked better." he praises, commending the space between your legs as she's stuffed full of every inch of his dick. Another inexplicable thing about his mutation—he grew.

"'Talking to my pussy again, Wade?" you scoff, amused and breathless as you rock back on him, tossing a glance at him over your shoulder. Your spine is in a deep arch over the bed, and the nine inch heels you're wearing are the only reason you're able to compete with his height bent over like this.

"She needs to know what a good job she's doing otherwise she'll get discouraged. Poor thing needs a lot of love." he refutes your judgement, however playful, lovingly stroking the flesh of your ass with his glove. "Give us some privacy, please. Jesus." he tsks, shaking his head at you while you bury your face in the mattress. If his dick wasn't yanking your brains out along with it, you might have more to say. He turns his attention back where your bodies conjoin. "Thank God I put zipper on this thing. Who knew a onesie would be such a hassle to take a piss in?" The sounds of the room are filled with him running his mouth and your cunt's wet responses when he pulls out and shoves back in. "Now look at us." A particularly moistured sound squirts out, and he laughs knowingly, like your hole's said something entertaining at a tea party. "Zipper makes it too easy, you know? We've gotta stop meeting like this, maybe next time we can just sit and talk—"

"Wade!" you giggle, banging your fist onto the mattress. "Just fuck me, already!"

"Don't worry about her, she's just jealous." he tells your cunt, "You and I have something special, don't we? 'Specially when Daddypool says to christen the suit." A wave of wetness wells up from his comment, and he gasps in pleasant surprise. "Oh, you like that, you dirty thing. Next time I crotch-shot a bad guy he'll smell you all over, is that what you want, you freak? C'mere, I'll give you something real to leak about." Big rough hands grip on your hips, slamming into you so hard your ass ripples from the effect, and your happy pussy gargles around the dick it chokes on.

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Can you pls do a deadpool one where his avenger s/o really loves him , like shes always laughting at something he says and always kissing him ?

He would be so smug like : my sexy ass girl love me and not you 😌

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course anon! Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Loving You

Marvel tag list: @geocookie21, @greeneyedblondie44, @purebloodwitch, @sessa23, @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

You burst out laughing at one of Wade’s jokes as you kicked your feet up and rested them across his lap. Wade rested his arm across your legs and gave you a soft smile, the one that was only reserved for you.

You had managed to get some time off from your Avengers duties so of course you had time to go and visit Wade, and your other friends, but mainly your boyfriend. You lay back down, your head resting against the arm of the sofa and said,

“I missed you, Wade.”

“Aww babe,” Wade pulled you up and onto his lap, “Fucking missed you too.”

You pressed a kiss against Wade’s lips and rested your head against his chest. You closed your eyes and listened to his beating heart.

“What the fuck.”

You opened your eyes and saw Negasonic Teenage Warhead giving you and Wade a disgusted look. Yukio was next to her, arms linked together, and beamed at you.

“Hi Wade,” she said, “Hi y/n.”

“Hi Yukio.” You both said together

“Why the fuck are you with him?” asked Nega

“What do you mean?” you asked

“You’re an Avenger,” she said, “You’re… alright.”

You looked up at Wade.

“Is that teenage girl code for ‘cool’?” you asked

“Yep.” Said Wade, resting his chin on top of your head

“Aww,” you said teasingly, “Thank you. Didn’t know you thought so highly of me Nega!”

“So what the fuck are you doing with him?” she said, ignoring your remarks

“Hmm,” you said, “Well many reasons but none that would be appropriate to say in front of children.”

“Don’t be disgusting.” She said

“But the many reason is because he makes me laugh,” you said, “he’s handsome. Incredibly loyal and brave. He may act like a bit of a bastard-“

“Hey!” Wade said

“I mean that affectionately,” you said, “He loves me and I love him.”

“And who wouldn’t want a fucking amazingly hot Avenger girlfriend who can kick my ass and make it look like the easiest fucking thing. Everyone else is fucking jealous because they don’t have someone as amazing as y/n.”

“Apart from you,” you said, “Because Yukio is fucking great.”

“She really is,” agreed Wade, “You two are so cute together.”

“Really adorable.” You teased

Your grin widened when you saw Nega becoming flustered. She grabbed Yukio’s hand and dragged her out of the room. Yukio was trying her hardest not to smile but ultimately failed.

“Bye Wade,” she said, “Bye y/n.”

“Bye Yukio.” You both said

“They’re good kids,” you said to Wade when you were both alone, “And a sweet couple.”

“Yeah. Surprised the studio actually allowed a lesbian couple. Hope they still remain a couple when we officially join the MCU.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

You noted the pained look on Wade’s face but knew better than to try and pry too much. Even now Wade had the tendency to clam up when prodded too much about this. You closed your eyes and grabbed Wade’s hand and linked your fingers together.

“Love you, Wade Wilson.” You said

“Love you too, y/n l/n.”

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serxinns · 27 days

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Yandere Older class 1a x Deadpool reader

You were a goofy sarcastic playful hero who always made jokes while brutally punching villains in the face while doing wacky and wild stuff saying the most unhinged stuff with a smile on your face and your Fans and Most pro heroes love that about you

Iida was always with you not because you were dead gorgeous and your fighting skills were amazing but because he's worried about you! You pulling these dangerous stunts makes him have a heart attack whenever he peacefully wants to see the news he sees you teasing and taunting a very dangerous and very deadly villian riling them up to the point where they just slash at anything to get you to stop your yapping, next thing you know he's grabbing his hero suit and running over there right now he always scold you for being u safe while you just either laugh it off do those cringey "I'm sowwy🥺" look iida pretends to be cringe out about but deep down he thinks your pouty face and puppy eyes are cute,

Bonus: both you and Iida's fans agree that Iida was the Dad friend and make those complications video of him being one

Bakugo wants you to depend on him and look up to him he always wants you to be by his side whenever you work with him, but you being a little shit makes his job way harder, you always making fun little jokes and uncanny comedic lines while the two of you are literally in a life and death situation while you're just singing nursery rhymes, He always yells at you to be serious and all you did was say "uh oh cranky pants need a sippy cup?" He chased you around that day and seeing that cute little cheeky face of yours made him blush he always acts like he doesn't wanna work with you but in truth, he stalks your schedule and demands his agency to work close to yours but he won't admit that even the fans kinda see that he cares for you and loved you and himself dynamic

Momo is the worried mother if you ever get hurt by a nasty villain she's beating that villain to a pulp heck even making the dude see the clouds, she always is very protective of you like a mother hen making sure you eat, sleep brush your teeth she always tell you to while you whined like a child, if you didn't bring your lunch don't worry she brought a little bento box for you!, whenever your merch comes out or before she's always the 1st one to get it. She even has a room dedicated to it (just like Izuku but we'll get to him) literally she and Izuku would have a battle about who got the rarest merch and expensive merch

Ochako is like your number 1 biggest fan she always knows your schedule as well so she can either watch you from afar and if you needed any help she'll be there to kick their asses!, she's like Pucca (if you know the childhood show congrats) she always watching you dreamily eyes fluttering but strong and dangerous if anyone messes with you, she's is always in her dream world imagining carrying you like a little princess and she's the knight although she's also ok with you holding her like that as well both ways make her blush and giggles and kicking her feet while floating up, she makes fanfiction of you x reader or her under a fake username ofc so she can write down all her fantasies (some of your classmates would follow that page secretly) she keeps an oversized merch t-shirt that you wrote an autograph

While Izuku may be all Might's number one fan who said he can't be yours as well? Like this dude knows it all has 4-6 pages of you, your quirk, your weapons, your personality, your likes and dislikes, your family, your address-, you name it! He doesn't even need to write down your schedule since he remembers it so easily dude has a great memory there's no denying it, whenever his fans scream all over him wondering what's his favorite hero everyone is so surprised when he mutters out you heck he's shy whenever he talks to you your his idol his darling his sweetie standing in front of him happily making jokes and laughing along or badass shooting and slashing any bad guys, as mentioned in mom's headcanon this boy got a WHOLE ROOM dedicated to you heck one time you jokingly put a dick shape drawing when he asked to Have a autograph he bought a photo case for that and put it on display like he's PROUD

Sero and Denki were your go-to when wanting to cause trouble and Crack some jokes heck all even flirt with each other trying to see who gets the most flustered denki craves whatever attention you give him whether trying to annoy him or not he loves it when you eyes are on him he may act like a carefree person who jokes with you but he's a possessive dude he glares at your fangirls from afar when they're squealing all over you trying to get a autograph calling you hot that made his blood boil that he had to intervene by saying there's a villain waving goodbye at the girls while their squealing got louder seeing Denki but Denki glared at them Sero is the calmer one but is Obsessive he loves everything about you whenever your close to him on the outside he as cool as a cat but inside he's dying screaming on the inside just wanting to hold you close he always ask for any sort of physical interaction like high fives, hugs, he even remembered you patting him on the back praising him for wrapping up the villains luckily someone recorded it and now he saves that in his phone watching it repeatedly over and over again also he keeps those spiderman x Deadpool comics

Jirou and Kiri are like Sero but she acts more like a soft tsundere while Kiri acts like a love-sick puppy following you around and worshipping you head to toe. She acts cool and tough around you but if you compliment her she turns red and hits you to shut up just like Izuku she's too shy to speak to you and always lets you do the talking while she doesn't pay attention just hearing your voice makes her trapped in a dazed smiling dreamily she just couldn't help it You were so adorable even under that mask she wants to cup her hands on your cheeks and give you the biggest kisses leaving you a hot flushed mess kiri on the other hand worships you like a God, he always rants to his friend teru about you and even works together with bakugo at times talking to him about you the two of them will rant on about how cool you are (mostly Him and bakugo just listens) he will invite you to spar with him and if he ever accidentally hurts you he feels so bad and apologies to you even tho you didn't even show any anger or sadness but he thinks you do but all you did was laugh saying how strong he was making the number 4 hero blush and crumble right there he always used to complimenting you on your skills body and even your muscles but you complimenting him!? It's like a kid getting a gold star for their behavior! After sparing he always buys you his favorite drink which you teased him about while he looked annoyed with your teasing he actually likes it and when you promise to stop he mentally whines wanting you to do more!

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #platonic yandere #bnha fluff #tw stalking #deadpool x reader #Deadpool reader #Deadpool x mha #i got lazy

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