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notwonderlandsworld · 2 years

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Now that you say you write for Marvel and DC I'm tempted to request a deadpool x Fem!reader smut. And pretty much it's just him acting like a dumb shit during the deed 💀

Idk why but this idea seems so cute to me

(Y/N) has female genatalia

pairing(s): Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Fem!Reader

warning(s): PWP (literally no plot like at all, just interaction), NSFW, 18+ MATURE, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

word count: 933

(18+ content further ahead)

The sound of a squeaking bed-frame followed by various moans filled the bedroom of your apartment. The TV played in the background unseen.

Hopefully Wade had set the volume loud enough to block the noise from your neighbors.

Hey, it's called being a good neighbor.

Currently the merc with a mouth had his girlfriend in a catapult position, her ankles perched on his shoulders. She reached to rest her hands on his arms as his thrusts grew more forceful.

"Wa…Wade ah…" (Y/N) managed to coax out, biting her lip as she worked to suppress the volume at which she moaned. "Go faster, p-please…"

Your boyfriend paused for a bit, stopping entirely. You growled at him, "What are you doing?!"

The man laughed, pulling up his mask past his lips, "You said go faster, at least let me catch my breathe for a bit babe."

Crossing your arms and glaring at him from underneath, "Really? Deadpool, superhuman mercenary—"

"Don't forget bad ass motherfucker."

You rolled your eyes before scoffing, "...anyways, Deadpool. A superhuman mercenary, and you're telling me he needs to catch his breath?"

"Remember what you said honey pie, superhuman. Human."

"Excuses." (Y/N) laughed as her boyfriend glared through the specs of his mask. Hands on his hips, the merc looked down at you, "You wanna get fucked or not?"

"Only if you tell me a story throughout."

"Which one?" Humming, you placed a finger on your chin, thinking.

"Y'know you never told me about that time where that Wolverine guy got locked up in a room with you. Poor guy."

Wade responded with a sharp thrust you could've felt in your cervix. Biting into your forearm, you muffled the moan that came out. You didn't want to give Wade the satisfactory as he smirked down at you.

Grabbing the cheeks off your ass, your boyfriend lifted you up by the hips and trusted faster. The squeaking of the bed-frame only increasing. You didn't even notice when he snatched you arm away from your mouth.

Too busy focused on the pleasure, you didn't hear what he asked. Whining, you looked up at him, "What?" You panted.

"I…fuck…I said…ah…Still wanna hear that story?" Your boyfriend asked. Shaking your head, you moaned out, "Noooo, ah ah ah just k-keep going…ah!"

Things were starting to feel intimate again as the merc switched positions. Now in lazy dog style, you let out a shaky exhale as you felt your boyfriends hand reach down to stroke tiny circles on your clit.

Moaning in higher octaves, you felt your insides clench as he grazed your sweet spot. Knowing he hit it right there, the man grinned and began thrusting harder.

"Fu-u-u-ck Wade! I-I need to—"

Wade groaned, letting out a laugh as he stopped midway. "Yes, schmookums?" He was about to tease when he felt his girlfriend's vagina clench further, making him stop thrusting completely.

"Hah? Did an innocent nickname turn you on? Out of everything I've done, not even the anal beads could—"

(Y/N) threw an arm over her face, glaring at him, "It wasn't because of that! In case you didn't notice I was getting near but now that you stopped—" sitting up, she crossed her arms with a pout on her face, "Now I'm over it."

"Aw babe! It's okay if 'schmookums' gets you down easy! Everyone's got different kinks, and I for one don't kink shame." The man smiled, pressing a big fat smooch to your cheek.

Groaning, you tried to push his away but his scarred lips stayed smushed against your skin. "No! You ruined the mood now."

"What? How?"

Attempting to hide the blush staining your cheeks you quietly confessed, "...I'm embarrassed…" Wade didn't seem to hear and asked you to repeat. "I said I'm embarrassed! Ok?!"

Slapping both palms onto your face in an attempt to block out Wade and the obvious flush, it only caused the man to pry them away.

Curse him and his strength.

"Aww sugar plum!! There's absolutely no reason at all to feel embarrassed!" He then pulled out, gesturing to himself, "Besides you fuck this!"

Rolling your eyes, you reached over and snatched the merc's mask off. He had it lifted up to his nose so there wasn't really much of the struggle. "Don't use yourself as an example, doofus."

"Why not? I'm the literal definition of what the fuck."

Sighing, you got up on your knees and cupped Wade's face. "You're the literal definition of perfection in my eyes."

Wade groaned, leaning closer to your lips, "I have to call bullshit on that. Besides You're just saying that, (Y/N)."

"So? Still love you." Welp he couldn't argue with that. Whining as you closed the gap between each other, lips meshing into one, a scream caused both of you to pull away.

Looking at the TV, a red-head was pointing towards a human-looking fish creature. It's gils flapped back and forth as it walked closer to the woman.

She screamed louder but remained in the same spot instead of running.

Blinking, your boyfriend looked back at you before letting out a laugh, "What did you put on?? You giggled, shrugging, "Anything that'd be loud enough."

"Well jokes on you, now I'm invested."

The rest of the session included you and Wade cuddled together naked while on the bed. The human-looking fish creature ended up marrying the girl and then running away together.

"Welp…" Wade sighed, kissing your shoulder, "That was a weird yet awfully cliché and niche ending." You yelped as you were thrown under him again.

"So…you up for a round two?"

Request 2 is finally done 😏 if it sucks then I'm sorry 🙂

my excuse: I START MY FIRST JOB TODAY!!

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aliorsboxostuff · 1 year

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I have an idea for a deadpool x male reader fanfic, the reader confessing his love to deadpool or visa versa. Thanks!

Thank you for the idea anon! Anything to write a good, fluffy, deadpool x male!reader fic <3

Before we start I do want to make Reader a vigilante that has ice powers (Not a mutant, a failed government experiment!) because I refuse to believe a normal citizen can compete with any hero in a relationship (except maybe Pepper Pots but that's also because she's tired of Tony and has said "fuck it" to most of his shit) Also, Team red is here! (This fic feels so jumpy because i tried making this compact, if it feels off i'm very sorry anon!)

Now enjoy the fic ♡

Cold Hearted (not)

pairing: Deadpool x male!reader

tags: fluff, confessions, Wade is a little dumb but we love him, Little angst but thats just self doubts, meet-cute, Team Red tired of Yours and Wade's pining, Slight OOC (sorry wade!), Vigilante!Reader, Wade's inner voices is a little shit,

What happens when you bring a absolutely fucked up assassin, a family of unstable heroes wearing mostly red suits, a vigilante with ice powers, and a whole lot of feelings? Thats right, absolute chaos.

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This just in; famous assassin and insane person, Wade Wilson, also known as Deadpool, has fallen in love!

That could be heard ringing in Wade's ear as he stops to a halt in front of 'Nelson, Murdock and Page's doorstep. He's in his civvies; an indigo hoodie pulled under his cap and is supporting a drug dealer type of mystery. Though that didn't stop the drop-dead gorgeous man that was perched on the edge of Karen's desk to come up and greet him, his hands outstretched.

It takes a second for Wade to come back online, his inner monologue kicking him in the back and shouting Shake his hand you dumbass! for him to recuperate. He grins, the charming grin he uses to get his way with villains—that usually doesn't work—and shakes the man's hand. He notes the softness of it and a tinge of chill from the tips of his fingers.

"Wade Wilson," Should we say deadpool? No you fuck, he's clearly just a dude stopping by Matt's place. Yeah, a very pretty dude.

Wade gulps as he hears the slight shake in his voice, only for the angel to smile and chuckle.

"Hi Wade," His eyes shine as he introduces himself, his name is a word that will definitely be bouncing in his head for the next few weeks. When the man lets go of his hand he's suddenly self-conscious of his always-changing skin and shoves his hands in his hoodie pockets. What?! We've always worn this body like a drag costume! Don't suddenly pussy out you dick.

"Wade, what brings you here," Matt emerges from his office, supporting his red glasses but leaving his jacket on his office chair. He could probably hear our fucking drum band of a heartbeat, shit.

"Was looking for Petey, you've seen him?"

"What, you can't reach him?" Matt adjusts his frames.

"He probably put his phone on silent, he does that when he's studying," The Greek god pops in, and he's already assuming his earlier position on Karen's desk, legs crossed.

"You know Peter?"

"Yeah, Parker right? We go to MIT together," He nods, another blinding grin. How many times is he gonna that? I don't know but I think we might need those glasses from Matt.

"Last I've heard he's with his friends doing homework in some cafe downtown, I can give you the address if you'd like,"

Wade tries to shrug and play it cool—he really does—but his hand brushes with you when he hands his phone, sending a sting down his spine that makes his breath cut slightly. Matt cocks his head at that, at which Wade prays he won't bring it up on their patrol tonight.

"Here," You gave his phone back. "Shouldn't be far,"

"Thanks, cutie," Slip up!

A blush makes its way up your neck to your cheeks, making you look away with a chuckle. Nevermind! I meant to say that, yup.

Wade says his leave to the group, noting the nudging grin on the side of Matt's lips, before he slides out of the office building and into the afternoon of Hell's kitchen. When he secures his hat, his phone buzzes from his pocket. A text pops up on his notification bar.

'Cutie huh? Is it fair if I set your contacts as 'gorgeous' then?'

Uh oh he's swooning, prepare to hit the wall in three… two…

Bless his healing factor or else he might've gotten a concussion from the way he swayed into the nearest wall and fell against it, a hand gripping his phone tightly while the other gripped over his heart. It feels like a thousand tree shredders decided to get to work simultaneously inside his stomach. He sighs, shaky fingers trying to reply to your text.

'Only fair if I get to set yours as 'fallen angel' ;)'

'Sure, Wade,' Blushing emoji at the end of his text. Blushing emoji?! What?! Really?! Are we that good? Obviously, we are.

The smile on his face won't drop, not when he passes a bunch of kids and they gawk at him weirdly, not when he narrowly avoids a splash of dirty puddle to his jeans, not when some douche tried to attack him and drag him to a dingy alleyway; him clearly winning the fight, not even when he enters the Cafe, filled with college students that desperately needs sleep and is living off of caffeine, and he slips next to Peter.

"Are those…" The hero peers under Wade's cap. "What's with the heart eyes, Wade?"

"Just allergies, webs,"

—

A couple of weeks after Wade meets you, he comes by to your patrols almost every night. How he found out your hero identity was… embarrassing, to say the least.

—

"You couldn't feel his unnatural body heat?"

"I'm not The Professor Matt! For all I know he was one those types of people who refuse to wear blankets even if their fingers are falling off from the AC,"

Wade is stuffing his face with Pringles while Matt is nibbling on a lone chip. Midnight accompanies the two as they sit on a roof, having finished their first shift of patrol. Wade has freed his mouth to eat and talk.

"Sure, but the blue eyes? Strikingly Blue, might I add,"

"How in the mother fuck did you-"

"Foggy described it to me, he actually realized faster than you, Wade," At that, Wade deflates into the edge of the roof. Way to go, nuts for brains!

"Though, I do have to admit," Matt reaches for another chip. "He plays his civilian role very well," He grins.

"I was almost fooled if it weren't for the ice coursing through his veins, its like icicles stabbing at red patties,"

Wade wonders how a blood cell would look like impaled before he huffs, reaching into the can to chew on potato chips again. There was a moment of silence before Matt perked up. And they call me mouth for brains.

"Your heartbeat increased when he came by earlier,"

"Okay devil baby, shut up," He groans. "Can't you see I'm trying to Thanos snap myself here?"

Matt hums, before he chokes on his chip then laughs loudly. It shocked Wade enough to make him sit up, staring at Matt like he was wearing an underwear over his head. His laughing dies, before it starts again and this time he wipes a nonexistent tear.

"Ah, so-" He stifles a chuckle. "So you like him,"

"No shit Sherlock, took your sweet time to deduce that, didn't ya'?"

Wade surrendered faster because he knew Matt would've found out an hour after he met. The vigilante is still laughing, supporting a smug grin when he finally finishes.

They continue their patrol shift until Peter changes with Matt, Wade going with the hero. Apparently, Peter had also known about his crush's secret identity, wow!

"He goes by Frostbite, by the way. Told me when I found him bleeding near a trash can behind my apartment," Peter says nonchalantly as he jumps to another roof. Wade could've stopped right then and there with the image of his angel lying helplessly on the concrete floor, no doubt dirtier than a Taco Bell toilet. But he paces with Peter, jumping and hurdling without worry, while he does mental gymnastics inside.

"I can trust you with his name though, right?"

"Oh my gosh, webs! It's like we haven't been friends for years now! Remember, I'm the one who introduced you to the X-Men!" Wade retorts, landing on another roof.

"Actually, it was Colossus who gave me the tour- never mind," Peter sighs, Wade calls it a win. They continue to traverse the city quietly before Peter chirps. Seriously, what's with us being quiet? Is this because of the prince charming?

"If you ever wanna meet him in his hero form, don't spook him, please,"

"What? Of course I wouldn't, I'll just meet him on patrol and strike up a conversation like any normal human being would!" Except you aren't normal, dumbass.

Wade only hears the distant hum Peter gives as an answer, and they continue on their patrol. However…

A night later Wade gets information that his vigilante crush is going to bust the remaining goons of Wilson Fisk that were hanging around an abandoned warehouse—Seriously, what's with all these dirty mucky places? couldn't have chosen a better establishment, geez.

He had sneaked from the shattered roof and dropped into the second floor, balancing on creaky wood as he made his way to a hole in the floor, bits of wood prickling at the sides of the circle. Underneath, Wade spots the mussed hair of his crush, facing away from him. Must be doing those moody monologues like Matt used to.

"Hey! Over here cutie!" He turns swiftly and Wade couldn't do anything before he's pulled roughly through the too-small hole on the floor, breaking the wood from the sheer force, making a couple of those jutting planks stab him. He lands on the concrete floor with a loud thump and groans. He spots you retracting your weapon, before familiarity hits you.

"Deadpool?!" He rushes over, turning the assassin over, hands quickly roaming around to find his wounds, only for them to close just as you spot them.

"Hey…" He tries again. "I knew that was you,"

His crush abruptly stands, dagger placed dangerously close to Wade's neck, his voice as cold as icebergs. "What are you talking about?" He pushes the sharp weapon, it glints under the moonlight.

"Who sent you?"

"Hey, hey!" Wade tugs his mask off, revealing all of his face. "It's me! Wade!" There goes the secret identity.

If Wade squints, he's sure he could see a loading circle above your head, before you jump back and land on your ass, mouth dropped to the floor, eyes wide.

"Wade?! What the FUCK!"

"Yeah- Yes, I know, sorry-"

"What are you doing here?!"

"Slow down swiper, I'm not a part of that soccer balls plans,"

You huff from where you've landed, hand fiddling the edge of your dark blue mask. You slowly stand, arms following to cross on your chest, an eyebrow raised. Wade sighs on the floor, reaches for his mask and slips it on.

"I got info from webs that you'd be here, and well," He scratches his nape. "What better way to get to know you more than to meet you!"

"On duty?" Fuck.

"Okay buddy, you're making it sound like I spoiled your surprise- Which! I didn't, you know," He turns to his surroundings once. "Great job on the sculptures by the way,"

"Thanks, it's an original," You grin. Wade makes an amused huff and approaches one, the sharp edges of the ice spikes covered in red, and runs his finger on it.

"So… Elsa?"

"Excuse me?"

"Frozen? only the second best-animated film, losing to the Bee Movie,"

When Wade turns around, he finds his angel shaking, his shoulder squished to his body. He was about to reach out when he burst out, laughing, holding his stomach as he doubles over. We're pretty sure what we said was factual, does he like Frozen more than The Bee Movie?

"Holy shit, Wade," He tries to inhale. "What-" And laughs again.

Wade only stood there, basking in the echoing sweet laughs of his crush, his angel. The way a prominent hue of red follows down from his cheeks, hidden under his mask, to his neckline. His eyes squint, radiating pure glee and Wade drinks it like he's dehydrated. He really is stunning. Enough to make us shut up.

Eventually, he stops and collects himself, huffing one last chuckle before he straightens.

"What am I gonna do with you," He sighs. His word makes those damn tree shredders run again in Wade's stomach, his hindbrain wagging its tail from the fondness that leaks from his words.

He turns to exit the building, before glancing at Wade then extends his hands. "Come on, the night's still young,"

—

Weeks passed and your relationship with Wade grew. You've learned that he prefers to snuggle on a rainy day and would not budge without his mask. You learned he likes chimichangas, and went on your first 'date' with him—You're too embarrassed to call it a date while there's still nothing going on with you two—to the food truck that sells the best in town. You've learned that he had an ex, who died horribly—Vanessa was her name, Wade showed you her picture—And from what Wade told you, you wished you would've known her before everything. You've learned how he became Deadpool, things he went through that would make a man crumble, while your heart grows in size, enough to fit Wade in if he ever wants to.

In turn, Wade has also learned a lot about you, even his inner monologues like you. Sure we do, it's not like we can't hate the sunshine in front of us.

He's learned about your favorite places to have fun, to relax, to let out pent-up anger. He's learned how you prefer your drinks, how cold you want the room to be. He's learned about your favorite animal, taking notes to send pictures of them every morning. He's learned how you became the way you are; your powers weren't mutations, not like what he thought it was, but a failed government experiment. He learned that they tossed you out the second your power did not manifest, even though it took you surviving a week of fever for the ice cells to merge with your blood cells.

"So do you really go to MIT?"

"Fuck, I wish. I'm as dumb as a pigeon,"

"Oh don't try to out dumb me, frozone, this head of mine," He knocks his head with his knuckles, then whispers, "Is run solely on hamster power," It makes you guffaws, Wade preens from it.

Apparently, Peter was the first person to find you off the vigilante mask. It didn't hit him with a wave of jealousy, Of course not, that'd be embarrassing… Right? We're not jealous of webs, right?

And so the two of you continued that way, patrolling together each night, you fulfilling Wade's dream and making him snowcones after patrols, crashing at Wade's place because even though it's messy it's way bigger than yours, waking up side by side on his king sized bed before immediately blushing from how close you are to Wade's serene face. It went on and on, flirting off duty every day—At which Matt scoffs and Peter groans—Helping the firm with cases, hanging on web hammocks with Pete, and doing grocery runs with the assassin. You and Wade were perfect like that, and you didn't feel the need to change what's happening currently.

—

Until one night.

It was a successful bust. A drug chain as deep as the Atlantic Ocean has just been uncovered thanks to Team Red and Frostbite. It only took one stray detail for it all to crumble down and for the team to swoop in and clean up. They all came out of the fight relatively okay—Wade might've lost a chunk of his hip and Matt got some broken ribs but hey that's just another night busting bad guys, right?—And had decided to crash in Matt's apartment since he was the closest.

The four of you all collapsed once Matt made sure his apartment was secured and locked tight. Peter quickly divests himself of his suit and stands in the kitchen with Hello Kitty pajama pants and a shirt, fixing himself a drink. Matt disappeared into his bathroom, a steady sound of water streaming indicating a shower. While Wade had landed on the plush couch on his back, mask pulled up to his nose.

You stood in the middle of the room, finally took your battered armor off and scattered them somewhere in a pile. You huff, looking around, before settling down on top of Wade's relaxed chest.

"Ouch, watch the cuts snowman," You only chuckle and nuzzle deeper into the assassin's chest, knowing he meant no bite.

"Hm, sorry," His hand has started drawing circles on your back, soothing the most likely strained muscle somewhere in your middle. The room was lit solely by the billboard outside, most of the lights in the room remained off. Despite Wade's erratic beats, it calms your nerves as you feel the adrenaline dying inside your body, aches and bruises starting to make their presence known, but the man beneath you kept a steady breath, his hand now playing with your locks while the other held you just above your tailbone.

"Hey," Wade's voice washes over you like a deep timbre, his hand now cupping your nape. You inhaled sharply, before meeting the assassin with a smirk.

"Hi," You answered, watching a wound beneath Wade's eye heal, before meeting his eyes, black engulfs his usual deep blues.

You could feel his breath, inches away from your lips. With the way you're laying on him, it only took a slight push from his hand to brush his lips against yours, and you gulp. Wade drifted towards your lips for a second, before back to your gaze, but you licked your lips and grin instead, making the man inhale sharply.

"Oh my god!" You and Wade shoot apart, eyes darted to an annoyed Peter meter away, his hands flown over his head in disbelief. "Just kiss already!"

"It's been a year since you two met and you clearly," He swallows, and huffs. "Clearly you two like each other,"

"Peter's right," Matt walks out from his room, glasses nowhere to be seen. "I mean, I could practically hear the growing arousal from you two,"

"Ugh! okay, gross, but also, like Matt said!" The lawyer nods.

Your face reds, quickly shoving yourself off of Wade and stumbles to a stand. The man sits up on his elbows, his face confused while his blues has a slight shake to it.

'Not again, not now.' Your heart races.

Hey! Frosty has an inner voice too! Zip it sir-talks-a-lot this is some serious shit, it's like when the protagonist finds out he murdered his family in cold blood instead of his ex!

The next thing you know you've dashed to the top of Matt's stairs, bursting through the doors, the rush of cold midnight air didn't deter you from pushing the doors close, blocking them with stray bricks on the roof, running to the edge, trying to regain your breath.

You've cocooned yourself in ice at the corner of the roof, blocked off from the outside. Your breath has finally even out, despite the storm inside your head. You don't hate Wade, god, you love him! But how can someone so bright and funny and caring find someone like you interesting?

Someone has some shit to sort out! Alright, time to bust out the big guns.

You perk when you hear heavy footsteps approaching you, before it stops. Familiar red and black boots stands in front of your little opening.

"Hey baby,"

'Stop,' You tried to vocalize, only managing to burst out ice spikes from your palm into the floor.

"Can you come out of there? I can't exactly talk to a snowglobe,"

Breathing a ragged sigh, you ease your powers to let the ice melt around you.

Holy shit it's like those fancy desserts where the chocolate ball melts away to something sweet!

"Wow," Wade breathes, you realize he's only wearing a white fitted shirt with his suit pants. It makes your face burn. "It's like opening a Christmas present,"

"Wade," You groan, feeling the last of your shield melt away. He sits himself next to you, enough that your shoulders touch.

"Listen, angel," He begins.

"I'm not the best with these sappy talks and all, but what I do know, is that friends don't just storm off," Wade bumps into your shoulder, making you scoff.

"Unless, there's something they're hiding,"

"Come on Wade," You stand abruptly. "It's like you can't read the room!"

"I can!"

"Then do it, read the room." You crossed your arms, a sense of Deja vu flashes.

"Sure! I know that you clearly have a crush on me,"

"Exactly!"

Hold on, what?!

you huff, sitting down then burying your head into your knees, your eyes anywhere but Wade's face. "I like you, Wade, so much it hurts!"

"You're great and caring! You're creative, always got a joke to lift up any sour mood, not to mention you're never boring to talk to!" A smile forces its way to your lips. It quivers slightly.

"And so are you,"

the silence rings.

Wade—Careful, caring Wade—Scoots closer, brings your hands to his, running a calloused thumb over your knuckles. "Babe, I love you too," he starts.

"I don't know what you see in this shit hole mug, but those nice things you said about me," He pauses, steadying a hand to cup your cheek. "Those are true for you too,"

"Honestly I don't know which forgiving god blessed me to meet you," You laugh wetly. "But I'm glad I did," Smooth talker Wade Wilson here!

You grin, holding Wade's hand that's soothing the tears streaming down your face. You grin, at which Wade smiles softly, his dark blues as if asking permission. Unable to hold the burning feeling coiling within you, you closed the gap between you and Wade's lips.

It's soft, experimental, before your hand pulls Wade's nape closer, deepening the kiss, just slightly. He hums and it buzzes through you, you sigh in contentment.

When you two part, Wade's eyes are blown in both shock and relief somehow, he grins dopely. It makes you laugh, you hold yourself against him, your head dropping to his chest.

"I love you, Wade," You breathe, inhaling the scent of musk and grime, something acidic within Wade's body, but that smell brings you peace, calms your ramming heart. His hand finds your middle, the other soothing down your locks. He presses to your crown, the sensation makes you breathe out a soft sigh.

"I love you too baby,"

"Now let's get back inside before Matt complains about the leaking on top of his laundry room," The realization makes you red. Wade laughs along with you.

Walking together into the warmth of the apartment; you take note to apologize to Matt for the drip the aftermath of your powers caused, and to cuddle together with Wade once the night pulls the group enough to sleep.

Happy ending, woo!

#deadpool x male reader #deadpool x reader #deadpool fanfiction #deadpool fic #team red #matt murdock #peter parker #wade wilson #wade wilson x male reader #marvel fanfiction

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inklore · 2 years

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involuted

premise: the only thing complicated about yours and wades relationship was who was going to be on top before the other could claim bottom, and the annoying little buzzing in your stomach you got anytime he was around.

pairing: wade wilson x (f)reader

word count: 881

warnings: eighteen+ content, sexwork, m receiving oral, throatfucking, sarcasm, established friends with benefits relationship, this doesn’t have a time stamp but reader definitely knows he is deadpool, one sided pining.

etc: since this is my first time writing for wade i wouldn't classify this as being the bestttt but it's a start and i am totally down to write for him again in the future.

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Yours and Wade’s relationship was a complicated one—if you considered him showing up at your doorstep, or busting through your window in his little red suit to occupy your bed and your body, and then leaving some bills on your bedside table before he left, then yeah, super complicated.

If you didn’t inspect your weird friendship that was sort of affection—and that alone—then it had complicated written all over it.

But if you took the relationship at face value that you only saw Wade when he wanted something from you, that something being one of three holes on your body, and the crisp bills he was definitely helping you pay your rent with; things weren’t so complicated.

You fucked. He paid.

It lost the novelty of ‘service’ long ago when he became your only client.

Finding yourself looking forward to your nights together. A cheerfulness buzzing through your veins when you see him against your white sheets, and the green on your nightstand.

Plus, fucking Wade was easily the best nights of your week you had, compared to when you’re not fucking Wade on the other nights.

The story is too long and you have little energy to delve into how it all started. But three shots of tequila later and a shitty bet, and you’d been on your knees in the bar bathroom, Wade’s dick in your mouth.

A dick that’s currently in your mouth.

Currently hitting the back of your throat making you gag around it, spit coating your lips and cheeks, as Wade pulls your head off the side of the mattress and fucks your mouth.

One hand holding you in place by your jaw, the other around your neck; the outline of his cock moving against his palm as his length reaches parts of your throat you didn’t even let a doctor touch.

Like most things Wade did, his dick was just as impressive.

Impressive and annoyingly good at what it did, a wetness growing between your thighs even as he just uses your mouth. The smirk on his face as he looks down at you, the low grunts that get swallowed down.

You can’t remember how long you’ve been at this, how long he’s had his cock shoved down your throat and tears streaming down your cheeks—your jaw feeling the heavy pull and lock of being left open for far too long.

But you can’t complain. Don’t want to complain.

Not with the ache of arousal at your core and how each bump of the head of his cock at the back of your throat makes your body tremble.

A slew of sarcastic filth slips from his mouth, a praise that makes you preen covered up with something humorous—making you moan around him; before his hips are staggering and he’s holding them in place, your nose flush against his pelvis, as he comes down your throat.

His palm staying at the column of your neck encouraging you to swallow every drop of him.

After you’ve righted yourself, swiping your hand across your mouth to clean it, perching yourself on the edge of the bed, Wade working at the button of his pants as more sarcasm leaves his mouth. As he ventures over to your sink—in your very small apartment—to grab a glass of water, as if he exhausted himself, as if his mutated cells really needed hydration.

“Superheroes, they’re just like us.” You joke, with a smirk.

“Hey!” He points a finger towards you, as he walks back to the edge of the bed. Handing you the glass, “superheroes wish they had this fine stitching and tight ass.”

You hum, smiling around the rim of the glass as you take a few sips. Hating the—complicated—whoosh your stomach does when he wipes away a tear on your cheek you must have missed.

A whoosh that seems to come more often than not when he’s around, a complicated sickly feeling that makes you want to ask him to stay longer; maybe even do something as grotesque as have breakfast together or something.

The curve of his grin let’s you know you’ve been staring at him, ignoring everything that’s came out of his mouth to watch his lips move—lips that seem too plush, too enticing.

“Did I hurt you?”

Your face contorts into an ‘as if’ look, “you’re not that big Wade.”

“Oh, so the gagging and feminine noises of enjoyment were theatrics? I can hear Julliard calling on line one,” he mimics holding up a fake phone to his ear.

“Feminine noises?” You snort with laughter, “your way with words really-”

“Riles you up? Get the juices juicing?”

You fake a gag, shoving the glass of water back in his hand. “Leave before I return your seed to you.”

Wade chuckles under his breath, setting the glass on your bedside table. A screech coming from your abused throat, making it feel even more raw, when he grabs the back of your leg and pulls you so you’re spread out on your back and he’s hovering over you.

“It’s rude to let a customer leave without getting his money's worth.” His forehead pressing against yours, his thumb and forefinger titling your chin up to reach his lips.

Your insides clenching and tangling themselves into a mess; complication be damned.

#wade wilson smut #wade wilson fic #deadpool smut #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x you #deadpool imagine #wade wilson x y/n #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson x fem!reader #deadpool x y/n #deadpool x reader #deadpool x you #deadpool fic #kinktober #kinktober 2022

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salt-is-a-terrible-currency · 11 months

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Not supposed to

Nathan Summers (Cable) x f!reader

Rating: Mature, 18+

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, abortion, angst and feels

Tagging: @captainpoopweinersoldier @peterfrauchen @lastgirl0nearth @emma-frxst

Excerpt

You get plenty of time to agonize before the triple locks on your front door open and the mercenary in questions steps inside. There’s the heavy thud of his bag hitting the floor, the slight grunt as he kicks his boots off. You don’t see any of it but you know his routine by now.

“Got any beer?” he calls, still ridding himself of equipment. You almost do something stupid, like call out a comment about how he’ll have to stay sober in solidarity with you. Not the time for jokes, you remind yourself. Eventually, he makes his way into the kitchen where he finds you on one of the creaky chairs. Even exhausted, Nate looks good. His hair’s due for a trimming, two sweaty strands threatening to fall into his eyes, and his forearm is smudged with something that smells of oil. He takes you in, your feet pulled up under you on the chair, but doesn’t seem to notice the items on the table.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. You raise a hand, gesture to the line of pregnancy tests.

Finish on AO3

#nathan cable summers fic #nathan cable summers x f!reader #deadpool fic

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gracieparkerr · 3 months

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new chapter alert🗣️🗣️‼️‼️

Loud thudding on the other line, layered over heavy breathing. Peter's stomach dropped. Wade seemed to acknowledge the change, the sudden tightness in his muscles, because he glances at him from the side. May’s whispering to him. “Peter?”

The hair on his neck raised. He tapped Wade several times on the shoulder, signaling him to get up, and then stood from the couch. “I’m right here. Why are you whispering, May? Is something wrong?”

#fic writing #my fic #peter parker #spideypool #spideypool fic #wade wilson #ao3fic #ao3feed #spider man fic #spiderman #deadpool #deadpool fic #new chapter #sorry btw #for the horrors

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harleycao · 7 months

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So, I wanna write a fic that takes place in the Deadpool/X-Men universe.

I know for a fact it's going to be a platonic Fem!OC & Wade Wilson/Deadpool

And I want to have the romantic interest be Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead, but I can't decide if it should be just them and figure out something completely different for Yukio, or if it should eventually be a poly relationship with my OC, Ellie, & Yukio.

What do y'all think I should do? I can't say I'll definitely do the one that wins the poll, but I at least wanna see which one people are (or at least seem to be) more interested in.

So, here's the poll!

#poll #deadpool #wade wilson #deadpool 2 #once upon a deadpool #technically #teenage negasonic warhead #marvel fic #deadpool fic #wade wilson & fem!oc #platonic wade wilson x oc #poly relationship #?#yukio #ellie phimister #harleysposts

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ghostbsuter · 4 months

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"I'll pay you 10 times the amount you were given to take me out." Bruce Wayne is, very out of character, super serious and looking at him so intense.

Danny isn't paid enough to figure out why the supposed himbo isn't acting like it.

"You know what? Yeah. Deal." He fishes his phone out, accepting the money transfer and calls his boss for the day.

"Heyyy big guy– yeah‐ I know... anyway! I'm not killing Bruce Wayne, you should find someone different to do it— bye!" And he hangs up, cutting the shouting with a grin.

"If you ever, and I mean, ever need someone out of the way, call me."

He happily hands his contact information to the billionaire and swoops out of the window.

He is rich! So mega rich!

("Did you just buy the mercenary?"

"He's a kid! I panicked!"

"At least you got a phone number??")

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #danny was disowned and ran from home #bad reveal gone wrong #hes now a mercenary for hire #hes so good at it too #literally deadpool coded

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corinthianism · 6 months

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corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) - webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right? (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

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innerslumber · 2 months

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Me imagining Deadpool abusing the TVA in his third movie to pop in on Steve Rogers during Endgame:

Wade: Hey so, I know you got this plan to go back to the past and stay there because the writers are hacks and they can't even keep their own lore intact but LISTEN, how about you hand me those stones and I'll take care of them for ya.

Steve: *staring bewilderedly at the man in Red and Black who just materialized out of thin air* Uh...do I know you?

Wade: Wade Wilson. HUGE fan. I can do this all day. I'm just a kid from Brooklyn. Til the end of the line. Although that last one isn't gonna be real honest if we let the writers ruin a decade of character development, right? *wriggling fingers* Now let me at them sparkly Josh Brolin Space Kidney Stones.

Steve: Look, I really shouldn't be surprised by anything at this point but this is really important and I can't just hand over-

Wade: You know what else is important? Making sure we keep giving Disney the middle finger despite our inability to stop sucking their tits for content because at the end of the day, we're all victims of capitalism. So just give me the fucking stones, Captain Sexy Ass and not ruin my motivation to finish writing the 300k slow burn best friend soul mate AU Stucky fic that I've been working on for two years. Capiche?

Steve: Uhh...

Wade: *picks up the case with the stones and gives finger guns at a confused Bucky* Buckaroo, just a reminder that the serum shortens refractory periods and Wakanda is reallll nice this time of the year for honeymoon destinations. *Large Obvious Wink*

Bucky: Uhh...

Wade: *random beeping from his toolbelt* Oh gotta go! Have fun! *disappears*

Sam: *giving Steve and Bucky the Stink Eye* How short is your refractory period?

Steve and Bucky: *redfaced*

Bruce: *sighs and walks off to go make a sandwich*

#this was pure crack and i have no regrets lol #deadpool #wade wilson #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #bruce banner #stucky #fic drabble #deadpool 3

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hanasnx · 10 days

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MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem reader | dirty flirting | suggestive material | it’s not dubcon, it's just you and deadpool's dynamic.

Like a stray cat, a mercenary hangs around your neighborhood. At first he was cute, you'd leave some food out for him, he'd hit on you shamelessly and in a million different shades of dirty, and then you wouldn't see him for six months. It got old quick, especially because he didn't care that you weren't interested. As if flirting with you was a hobby, he didn't mind that he wasn't getting anything out of it besides your irritation.

It's late, but you might as well take your trash out. You didn't bother to cover up when it's hot and humid out. In a crop top and the littlest shorts you own, you step out, immediately greeted with the familiar tune of DEADPOOL's voice.

"Braless—brave." he notes, and you slump in place, turning to see how he lays precariously on the railing of the fire escape. He gestures to his own chest with a flourish of gloved fingers, "Me too. Burn 'em, I say. The 70's were good for something." He nods his head.

You sigh through your nose, dropping your bag to let it sag pathetically on the asphalt. "What do you want, Red? Blowing through my part of town coincidentally again?"

"Oh, no coincidence, sugar." he tsks, and wags a finger at you before gracefully swinging off the railing to flip to the ground. You roll your eyes at his showmanship, and retreat to the backdoor of your apartment building, followed leisurely by the Merc. "Can't a guy say he missed you? Visit suddenly without calling? Golly, a man can't partake in a little light stalking these days."

You round on him, pointing a warning finger in his mask when you catch him watching your tits swing under your shirt. "Nips are hard. Excited to see me?" he asks with enthusiasm, meeting your gaze and you guffaw at him, taken aback with a hand on your hip. "Turn around, lemme see the back again—"

"'Excited?' What part should I be looking forward to? Your outdated jokes or when you make passes at me until you get it all out of your system?" You lean forward, gesturing to your enunciating mouth. "Read my lips, Red, it's- not- happening." Unknowingly, you'd lowered your voice, that sultry tone lulling Deadpool into your direction like a pie on a windowsill.

"Oh, baby, if you could see my face, I'm grinning under this mask right now." he confesses, chuckling under his breath. "Love it when you play hard to get." He straightens to his full height, sighing with relief. "Your place or mine?"

"Red—"

"Seriously, you gotta give me a twirl or something, I'm getting blue balls over here. You take a little stroll in your little jammies and I've got a halfie, throw me a bone."

You scoff at his audacity, as fat and veiny as always, and back away. "I'll see you next time, Red."

"Hopefully you'll see this boner next time, it'll be waving to you like a flagpole flying my tighty-whities." he calls after you. He knows he's exhausted his welcome this time, there'll be another opportunity soon enough.

#indy: drabbles #ch: wade #wade wilson drabble #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x fem reader #wade wilson x you #wade wilson x y/n #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson fic #wade wilson fanfic #wade wilson fanfiction #deadpool x reader #deadpool x fem reader #deadpool x you #deadpool x y/n #deadpool imagine #deadpool fic #deadpool fanfiction

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sketch-kenyy · 1 year

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Oh steven- he didn't mean it. Well not all of it at least T-T

#spideypool fanart #spiderman fanart #spideypool #spiderman #spideypool fanfic #deadpool fic #deadpool fanart #deadpool #marvel #art #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #fan art #tiktok

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notwonderlandsworld · 2 years

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Deadpool's reaction to s/o who does parkour.

I can't even imagine anyone's reaction to figuring out someone they know does parkour. Like either calm, or overly excited I'd assume.

He's kinda OOC (or a lot lol)

pairing(s): Wade Wilson/Deadpool x GN!Reader

warning(s): I mean it's parkour wtf would be a warning, cursing? OH DEFINITELY NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL IDEK WTF I WROTE

word count: 1.2k

Honestly what can be said? Wade jumped off buildings and even sliced himself with them sometimes, but never really bothered with tricks or such. He had never heard or seen parkour before, so the concept became sort of new to him when he found out about it.

You remember how he had called you 2 months ago, claiming he had a dire emergency and you needed to head home now. After leaving work due to a ‘family emergency’ and breaking some speeding laws, you made it to the apartment in less than 20 minutes.

Let’s just say you didn’t know what you were expecting. Of course Wade would call you for something like this.

Glaring at him with hands on your hips, “Really? I left work early for this?” You dragged a palm along our face. Wade looked at you with ice cream smearing his lifted mask and mouth, confused.

“What babe? Look!”

The spoon flicked some of the melted dessert onto the rug as your boyfriend gestured to what was on the TV screen. Seems like he was on youtube watching a bunch of guys jumping on rooftops, building ledges, etc.

“Those parkour videos better not be giving you any ideas.”

Great. Now you gave him some ideas, (Y/N).

A week passed and you thought Wade had gotten over the small interest. Just another thing in the past, right?

Wrong.

You kept finding chairs stacked up one another whenever you made it home from work. Or caught onto Wade running across the table. Hell you even caught him clinging onto the ceiling one night. "Wade, what are you doing?!" You'd ask him whenever you opened the door to your apartment now. He'd be hanging onto one of the lamps like a cat and would simply yell, "Parkour!"

Parkour.

It became his favorite word for a whole two months. You two couldn't even take a decent jog in the park anymore because one peek at a bench and your boyfriend would be all over it. He'd be running and sliding under the seat like it was the only way to escape some non-existent enemies.

It was starting to bother you. Couldn't you do anything without him attempting to do his failed attempts? I mean seriously, please? A simple pizza run couldn't even slide normally without him insinuating his parkour shenanigans? It was starting to take a toll on your patience.

Wade? Never. You could handle him.

Except for when he mentioned parkour. Hell and you haven't even told him you used to do some parkour yourself. You didn’t even want to mention it now. It’d only feed into his current infatuation.

“(Y/N)?!” Currently occupied in the kitchen, you heard your boyfriend call out while focusing on stirring the boiling broth. It was Wade’s turn to cook, but you didn’t want to eat any more fast-food, so you offered to make something at home.

Usually he’d cook, but since he’s become downright obsessed in learning parkour, he would simply order food these past few weeks. Eventually you grew tired of it.

When he didn’t respond, you looked over. Wade hunched over the couch looking deep into his phone. Reducing the heat to prevent any accidents, you walked over to the merc. What the hell did he shout your name for?

“Wade? Is something wrong?” you asked your boyfriend. Snapping out of it, Wade finally turned around and shoved the phone in your face. Leaning away from the screen, upon further inspection, you noticed he was watching another parkour video. However, you didn’t think you’d see yourself in said video jumping off buildings and doing crazy leaps across debris.

Shit, he probably stumbled upon some old videos of you. Calmly taking the phone out of his hands, you checked the posted video-date.

Seven years ago.

Sighing, you handed the phone back to your boyfriend before heading back to the chicken. Hoping he ignored the current situation, you went back to stirring the broth again, “Um…so dinner’s almost ready. You want some cheese in your bowl?”

He stared at you for a few moments before shooting up from the couch, “You can’t just ignore this!”

“Oh yes I certainly can, now wash up. I’m putting cheese in your bowl.”

“(Y/N)!”

“Parmesan or Mozzarella?”

Wade jumped towards the kitchen and yanked you across the room, his arms caged around your midsection. Screeching you elbowed him, “I’m gonna drop the bowl!!” but your boyfriend simply hugged you tighter, “When were you gonna tell me you did parkour?!”

“Never!”

“Why not?!”

“Because!”

Needless to say, dinner consisted of Wade spouting your ear off with questions. About what? Parkour. Groaning, you dropped your spoon into the bowl of soup, the small splash against the bowl as you dragged a hand across your face. “Wade.” you said quiet and calm. He paused, awaiting your response. Smiling at him so helpless, you asked, “Can we just eat? In silence?”

Smacking a hand against his chest in offense, Wade went on, “Huh?! I’m just asking you questions, pumpkin! Are you insinuating that my voice is bothering you? Is that it?! What about the cops you ran away from? I just wanna know how you got away!”

“What…cops? What are you talking about Wade?”

“The video of you parkour-ing away from the cops.”

“That video was six years ago. I don’t remember.”

“Seven years ago.” Wade corrected. Throwing your hands up, you clicked your tongue. “Look, Wade. I used to practice parkour when I was younger and posted some videos online. That’s all! There’s nothing important to it! Jeez, drop it already!”

The merc crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes, “Uh-Uh babe! No can do! You knew I had gotten into parkour and didn’t bother saying anything?! Not even offering to teach me some moves, I'm kinda hurt (Y/N)!”

“Oh please! I didn’t tell you because you’ve been obsessed with this for months! Besides, it's not like it’s something important! You think me saying something would help your addiction?”

“Addiction? I’m not even that addicted.” Wade pondered. Scoffing, you gave him a flabbergasted look followed by the stink eye. In your head you could imagine fake wrestling him onto the floor. Sighing, before this could turn into a real argument, you looked at Wade.

“Look,” you began, “If I taught you some moves, would that make you happy?”

“Yes!” the merc immediately responded. Quickly you pointed a finger at him, “But! That means you’d have to stop with this whole parkour thing.”

“But—”

“Wade.” you stated in a serious tone, lowering yourself down to his chair—more specifically his lap—wrapping your arms around his neck. “I show you some parkour moves, and you have to promise you’ll stop with this infatuation.”

He stuttered out some excuses before eventually sighing. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he gave in, “Alright…” Wade grumbled out. Pouting slightly, he leaned in to give you a kiss, you smiled, reciprocating.

“Good.”

“So…” The merc said quietly before rambling again, “So when are you gonna teach me? What are you gonna teach me? Oh! What if you showed me how to spin off a building and land on ledges without falling? It’d be really helpful for when I’m running away from bad guys! Oh! Or what about that one move I saw you do in the video? And what about—”

Maybe you should've just told him it was a secret twin cousin.

Don't ask me what the hell I wrote because Idk either. Sorry it sucks major balls.

#wade wilson x reader #deadpool x reader #wade wilson reader insert #deadpool reader insert #wade wilson fic #deadpool fic #marvel fic #marvel reader insert #marvel universe #wade wilson x you #deadpool x you #gn reader #gender neutral reader #request fic #fanfiction #self insert #x reader #x reader fics #reader insert

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