#wade wilson fluff

[ichorai]

reset me ; wade wilson.

track twelve of BROKEN MACHINE.

pairing ; wade wilson (deadpool) x mutant!reader (gender-neutral)

synopsis ; charles sends you to recruit deadpool into the x-men. expectedly, the bastard tries to weasel away from you—and when that doesn’t work, he resorts to his most lethal method: flirtation. that, and taping a kick me sign on your back.

words ; 1.3k

themes ; comedy, mild fluff and action, mutant au

warnings / includes ; mild injury/violence, sexual jokes and foul language, a lil bit of banter/terrible flirting, reader has the mutant ability to harness energy into ropes, wade steals blind al's crocs, reader's implied previous romantic relationship with wolverine, mentions of the rest of the x-men :)

Wade’s place smelled like greasy pizza, put-out cigarettes, and old socks. The door wasn’t locked—in fact, it was slightly ajar, and you could clearly hear Wade and Al bickering about missing Crocs.

“I swear I put them right here!” she vehemently exclaimed, gesturing to a potted plant. 

Wade rolled his eyes. “Right—because you always hang your Crocs on our leafy greens.” 

Al shuffled somewhere into the back of the house, complaining loudly to herself. 

You took that as your cue to silently step in, standing just behind Wade, noting with mild amusement that he was wearing a pair of white Crocs. The very ones Al was searching for, you presumed.

In the blink of an eye, Wade whirled about on the heel of his squeaky, rubbery footwear and brandished a knife. Its strangely warm blade slotted against your throat just as you defensively raised your hands.

“Watch it, Wade,” you warned, though you were not at all worried. His knife lowered and flipped back into the depths of his fluffy bathrobe when he realized who you were. 

“Oh. It’s you,” he said. The discolored flesh of his face twitched with a grin. “Did Mr. Metal Dick send you? The bullwhip substitute to watch over the class?” He snickered at his own joke, recalling your mutant ability to harness energy into the form of ropes.

“Piotr is off on vacation with Kitty,” you replied, propping your hands up on your hips.

Wade tipped his head back and guffawed. “Do you think he stays that way under the sheets?”

With a grimace, you pinched the space between your brows and sighed loudly. “Jesus, Wade—I don’t fucking know. Why don’t you ask him next time you see him?”

“Good idea.” He shuffled off to shuck open a box of day-old pizza on the table. “You want?”

“No thanks.”

“You sure? It’s pepperoni. You know how expensive it is to get pepperoni nowadays, in this economy? I’m offering you gold flakes on bread, here.”

“Mhm, I’ll pass.” After a considerable silence, only filled with Wade’s loud munching, you tested the waters by saying, “Charles actually sent me.”

Wade gestured at a chair and nudged for you to take a seat. “McAvoy or Stewart?” 

“What? Charles Xavier, who’s McAvoy and Stewart?” You sank down onto the creaky wooden chair, frowning at the baby powder rimming the backboard. It was probably Al’s. Wouldn’t be surprised if it was Wade, though.

Ignoring your question, Wade tilted his head and asked, “How’s Yukio? And her emo-face Megasonic Nuclear Bomb-Head girlfriend?”

You smiled slightly, remembering how they were pestering Logan, who’d been working on fixing a motorcycle back at the mansion when you left. 

“They’re fine. Wolvie, too.”

“No way!” exclaimed Wade. “Logie’s there, too? Jesus—whole damn gang’s there.”

“Except you,” you pointedly said.

Wade paused mid-chew. “Oh. Oh-ho-ho, I know what you’re doing here. Charles wants me to join his rag-tag team of circus freaks.”

“Wade—”

“The answer is no.”

“Come on—”

“And he wants me to be around all those kids? In a school? Has he met me?”

“Believe me, I don’t know what he’s thinking, either,” you told him, scoffing. “You’re the last person I’d expect to be on the team but… I trust Charles. If he wants you in, there must be a reason why.”

Holding his hands out, Wade shook his head. “Listen, I’m flattered, really, but Deadpool works solo. Except for that one time I formed the X-Force. But that was a team of people I hand-picked! The X-Men just doesn’t sound up my alley, y’know?”

You blew out a breath and fixed him with a serious expression. “Some day you’re gonna have to pull your head out of your ass and realize that there are people out there who are willing to be your friends. Your family. Don’t throw it away, Wade.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked as he studied you. 

“You’re really bad with rejection, aren’t you?” he finally asked, quirking up a brow—or, at least where his eyebrow used to be—and crossed his arms. The Crocs he’d stolen from Al squeaked as he stood up and gestured to the door. “I’m surprised you didn’t go running back to Charles the moment I said no. I’m beginning to think you have a crush on me, or something. Not that I blame you. My face may be fucked but my dick works better than ever. Just ask Al. She’s blind as a bat, but she hears everything in this damn house.”

Immediately, you grimaced. “Ugh. Don’t be crass.”

“What? I thought you were into broken men. Like to pick up their pieces, don’cha? You and Wolvie had that fling once, no? He told me all about it.” 

In truth, Logan had told him little to nothing about his brief relationship with you, but Wade had ruthlessly pestered him anyway. 

You stiffened at his words, glowering. “You’re exasperating.”

“And you’re looking awfully lovely today. That frown really accentuates your eyes. Makes you look about a decade older.” Wade leaned his weight onto the table, leering over you, patting your back twice. “I find it very attractive.”

With a flick of your hand, a crimson coil of your harnessed energy shot out and thwacked him in his side, and he hissed out a string of curses, backing away from you. You’d burned right through his fluffy white robe, to his simultaneous dismay and astonishment.

“Jesus!” Wade glanced incredulously from you to the slight, shallow gash that formed by his ribs, already starting to heal itself. “That’s actually—that was so fucking cool. Do it again!”

Clearing your throat, you pushed yourself away and stood up. “Final time I’m asking. Yes or no?”

Wade pretended to give it a long, hard think. “Mmh…” He wrinkled his nose. “No.”

“Fine,” you said, rolling your eyes up to the ceiling. “When Piotr comes back from vacation, he’s going to find you and he’s not gonna go as easy on you as I have.”

“Ooh, ouch. Hope he brings some lube with him.” Wade grinned wolfishly.

Completely fed up with him, you ripped out a wad of paper and a pen from your jacket’s pocket, scribbling down your phone number. You folded it in half before shoving it against his chest.

“I’m not giving up on you. I’m a competitive person, Wade. If Piotr was the one to convince you to join, I just wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re literally obsessed with me, I get it,” he remarked, sparing you a lopsided beam. He made a show of pocketing your number on the side of his robe that wasn’t burnt. “You little minx, you.”

With a final flick of your hand, you lashed out another coil around his foot, and made your way to the door just as he fell back onto the couch with a muffled oomf! 

Just as you left, you heard Wade cackling to himself through the door you left partially ajar, just as it was when you came in. You chalked it up to him finding it funny that you managed to trip him over with your powers, and strode away from the shoddy house with your lips twitching upwards. 

Wade, however, was laughing because he’d successfully pulled off taping a kick me sign onto your back without you noticing. A low and childish blow, but would certainly make for some fun banter whenever he saw you again—which, he suspected, would be pretty soon.

Plus, Wade thought you were pretty cute when you were riled up.

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[0funkyducky0]

𐐪𐑂 Deadpool 𐐪𐑂

𐐪𐑂 Smut 💕 - 𐐪𐑂 Fluff 💝

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[your-next-daydream]

Deadpool's reaction to s/o who wants to learn how to use guns as they have an obsessive interest in it as they want to help him out on his missions?

Im doing myself a favor and combining all my Deadpool requests. Also for the Date a Live request I unfortunately have not seen that anime yet, while I did look up the character you are referring to I just do not think it's practical to fight in a dress like that. That being said I have not seen the anime so I have no idea how she fights so if you'd like you can imagine you are wearing that I will not be specific about what the reader wears.

I will also be writing a gender neutral reader.

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He looked at you with wide but excited eyes as he asked you to repeat your question. "Hold on repeat that did you just say you want to learn how to do what I do!" He looked like a kid on Christmas as he stared at you.

You shrugged rubbing the back of your neck. "I mean yeah, if you'd be able to teach me. It looks like a lot of fun and I'd like to join you."

He started jumping around the apartment you both shared happily before getting serious. "As happy as I am about you wanting to join me in my amazing job," he sighed before continuing, "I have to make sure you know how dangerous it is. It won't be a walk in the park considering how you don't have a regeneration ability or anything like that." He took your hands in his rubbing over your knuckles softly. "Trust me I don't doubt you I just don't want to lose you." He said sitting down in a chair in front of you.

You got up walking over to him and leaned down to place your forehead against his. "I understand the risks and I'm okay with them. I love you Wade and I think it'd be really fun to fight alongside you or just to help you out a bit. And I know with all of my heart that if I'm ever in danger you'll be there for me no matter what..."

Over the next couple of months Wade taught you various types of things. Ranging from different types of hand to hand combat, how to get out of restraints, weapons fighting, and he even had a friend of his teach you how to hack into all types of networks.

Turns out he was a pretty amazing teacher he was proud about how quickly you were able to catch on. Even though he had more of a let's say...hands on approach. He was still fairly serious during his teachings always rewarding you for your hard work afterwards.

He nodded watching you break into something on your laptop. "I know you probably wanted to do more with fighting but I figured this would be safer." He peeled off his mask leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek.

You nodded your head leaning into him for a second before continuing your work. "I'm seriously happy to help in any way Wade. Plus your teaching me fighting stuff on the side so this is just an added bonus." Tilting your head you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Though why exactly are you trying to have me get into the X-Men network specifically?"

He laughed lifing you out of your chair taking your seat and placing you on his lap. "Because if you can get into a program designed by a mind reader and a blue monkey, then you can go nearly anywhere!"

You sighed continuing your work. "But this is hard!" You leaned your head back on his shoulder ceasing your typing. "What do you say we take a break hm?" You winked at him grinding down on him.

He huffed lifing you up a little. "As much as I hate to deny you...and myself. I am going to have to pass on that." He stood up placing you back in your seat by yourself this time. "You continue that, I have a little job to go do I want you done by the time I get back!" He returned your wink blowing you a kiss as he walked out the door.

You shook your head resuming your typing. "He's infuriating but I love him...wait what's this folder named "Logan's moments."

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About an hour later Wade finally returned. "I'm home! You'd better be done my darling little hacker!" He kicked his Crocs off at the door before pausing hearing laughter coming from where he left you in the living room.

You paused your laughing for a second. "Wade honey come look at this you are gonna get a kick out of this!" You stifled another laugh pulling the screen forward to where he could see.

Leaning down he tilted his head seeing a bunch of videos on screen. "Are these all of Wolfy?" He clicked the space bar hitting play on the most recent video you were watching.

<<start video log 23>>

It started off as Logan walking through the halls normally until he got to the end of a hallway. Jumping out from behind a corner a kid in a mask shot a confetti canon at him before running off. Logan jumped at the interaction ripping the door that he was going through off the hinges. "God damnit kid! Get back here!"

Hank rounded the corner seeing the altercation. "Logan do you mind me asking what's going on?" He took the door from him leaning it against the wall next to the doorway. "I swear if I have to keep ordering more parts to replace the ones you break around here."

He grumbled out an apology before continuing. "There was a fucking kid with a confetti canon...wait where's the confetti at?" He mumbled, "Look I swear a kid just came out of nowhere."

Raising an eyebrow Hank pointed to the ground. "If that did happen wouldn't there be something on the ground from the canon?"

Rolling his eyes Logan stomped off. "Leave me alone you overgrown blue monkey!"

<<end video log 23>>

Wade looked at you before looking back at the screen before busting out in laughter. "Wait this is seriously great! So you got in?"

You shrugged gesturing to the screen with your hand. "It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I know I probably should have been looking for secret files or something but this was way more interesting. Apparently the kids like to use their powers to mess with the teachers or even other students quite frequently."

He smiled at you ruffling your hair. "I'm proud of you. You've been doing excellent with your training, I'm glad to soon call you both my partner in both love and crime."

Silencing your mumbling about him messing up your hair you took his face in your hands. "I love you too Wade and I'm happy to be alongside you in this no matter what."

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Okay I'd like if y'all could request something other than Deadpool since that's mostly all I have for Marvel writings. I wouldn't mind writing a part two for this with a fight scene though.

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[missyandwade]

From Across the Hallway - Chapter 3

When Missy moves in across the hallway with her two-year old daughter Emily, into what is definitely NOT the best neighborhood, perhaps Wade Wilson can be there for them to brighten their world, and keep an eye out for them when they need it most… Hurt/Comfort/Friendship/Family, and perhaps a little something more… Wade/Missy alternate universe fic. Wade/OC

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Missy's week had been anything but easy…each and every day Missy had gone to work, with the whispers still floating around the office…

And on top of that, Emily had been as quiet as ever…

She wasn't a fussy little girl and rarely cried, but she was as shy as anything and Missy could tell she was upset by the fact she had gotten more and more subdued and silent as they days had progressed. This past week, being away from Missy and having to deal with the loud noises and unfamiliar faces at the crèche, it was hurting her, Missy could easily see that.

But right now it was their only choice… Missy couldn't afford not to work and having a crèche in her office block was a massive saving grace for her. There wasn't many workplaces where she would be that lucky.

But today it was Friday and Missy and Emily were looking forward to the entire weekend, just the two of them.

But the moment they had arrived back at 4.30pm, after taking a detour through the ever-darkening park on the way home, their afternoon had descended into chaos.

They had opened the front door, only to find that that their power was out and by the looks of it, had been for the majority of the day. This meant that the entire apartment was freezing cold and now plunged into darkness.

"No, no, no…" uttered Missy under her breath, flipping the light on and off as Emily stuck by her heels, looking up at her Mom a little worriedly.

"Itsh dark," muttered the little girl, slurring her words slightly, which wasn't uncommon for her.

Missy stroked the top of Emily's head stepping further into the room, the only light, currently coming from the lit-hallway behind them, through the open door.

"I know sweetie, Mommy thought she'd paid the bill on Tuesday," she said matter-of-factly, pulling her cell phone from her purse, the bright light from the device illuminating her face.

She checked her bank account quickly.

Crap, the money hadn't gone out. She know she'd SEEN the bill, but with everything going on at the moment, she had obviously forgotten to pay it.

At her side, Emily clutched at her leg.

"It's ok, Mommy will fix it," said Missy biting her lip.

God, it was freezing in here. It was late November and a chill had crept over the city over the past few weeks, with the temperature having dropped dramatically, right in time for their move.

Missy hurriedly strode across the room, searching over her box-strewn living room for the pile of letters and bills she knew was around there somewhere.

But it was dark and impossible to see a thing, even with the light from her phone.

Oh could this day get any worse?!

"Is living in the dark a new trend I haven't quite caught onto yet?" came a sudden voice from behind her.

Oh it definitely could get worse…

She turned to see Wade standing in the hallway, leaning up against her doorframe, arms folded, staring into the gloomy apartment, a big grin across his face.

Missy gave an irritated huff.

"I forgot to pay the bill, ok?" she snapped, before she could stop herself.

Why was she even having to explain herself to him anyway?

Emily looked behind her, obviously wondering who Missy was talking to, her green eyes staring suddenly up at Wade.

"Hiya Em," he said his voice sweet. "It's kinda dark in here, huh?"

The tiny girl gave a nod and waved at him suddenly with her chubby hand.

Wade beamed.

Missy gave a sigh, spinning around on the spot, checking the space around her for the bills. But beneath the piles of cardboard boxes and Emily's toys it was impossible to see anything.

"I've got a flashlight, if you want to borrow one?" offered Wade.

She could from his tone that he was smirking.

Missy gritted her teeth.

"No thanks!" she said in a high-pitched voice. "I'm fine, I-"

But before she could utter another word, Missy had tripped over a pile of boxes and come crashing down onto the hardwood floor with a bump.

Emily let out a squeak of fright.

In a flash, Wade had strode across the room, closing the gap between them, clutching a hand beneath her arm.

"Up you get, Ms Clumsy," he said in a mocking tone, which Missy did not appreciate one little bit.

She snatched her arm away from him.

"I can get up myself, thank you very much," she snarled, clambering to her feet with great difficulty on her sky-high-heels.

She heard Wade at her side let out a chuckle, as he walked back over to where Emily was still stood, just a couple of feet inside the room.

He crouched down in front of the little girl, smiling.

"Now your mommy is an independent lady," said Wade with a nod. "…and you know what? That's my favourite kind of lady…"

Emily just gaped at him for a long moment, before looking down at the floor shyly and turning around on the spot.

"She's shy…" offered Missy, suddenly gazing over at them. "She doesn't really interact with others all that well."

Wade looked around at Missy.

"She interacts with you…" he said blinking.

Missy glanced down at the floor momentarily before looking up at Wade once again.

"That's because I know how to talk to her…a lot of people, they find out that she's hard of hearing, and they just yell at her, thinking that will solve all the problems…but it just makes things worse…she hates loud noises.." Missy gave an inward sigh. "She's fine if you just talk slowly to her and make eye contact…like you should with any normal child…"

Wade paused for a second, his brown eyes roving over Missy's face.

"Noted…" he uttered simply.

Suddenly at his side, Emily let out a shiver.

It was bitterly cold in the apartment and right now Missy regretted not keeping on top of things better.

What on earth was she going to do if Emily got sick…she couldn't afford to take time off…not now…imagine what the popele ta work would say about that?

Not to mention Emily's health…the little girl struggled as it was…

Missy worried at her lip, fretting.

"Listen," said Wade suddenly, snapping Missy out of her trance. "You wanna come over to my place?"

His voice was genuine and soft.

He turned to Emily.

"I've got hot chocolate with little marshmallows.." he said in a tempting voice, causing the little girl to look up at him wide-eyed.

But Missy gave a frown.

This probably wasn't a good idea….she barely even knew this guy…

"Hot chwocolat?" repeated Emily in what was barely a whisper.

Wade smiled down at her with gentle brown eyes.

"And it sure is a bit warmer than this place is…" he said glancing back over at Missy. "In fact I think a house made of ice vodka luges would be warmer than this…"

Missy gave a gulp.

"I-I don't know…" she murmured biting at her lip, worriedly, and shifting her weight from foot to foot.

But Wade gave an easy shrug, getting to his feet as Emily watched him.

"Look it's just an offer…" he said with a chuckle. "But I do have wifi if you need to get in touch with the electricity company that way…and besides my hot cholate is pretty infamous…"

He turned to Emily.

"…The secret is lots of marshmallows!" he said in a loud whisper behind his hand, causing Emily to blink her eyes up at him curiously.

Perhaps going over to Wade's for a minute or two would be a better option, Missy thought to herself. Instead of rooting around in the dark for a missing paper bill she might have thrown out anyway.

She stared up at her neighbour warily.

There he was, in his usual sheepskin jacket and black tee, looking every inch a guy she would normally cross the street to avoid.

But it was Emily, who let out another silent shiver, who made up Missy's mind for her.

"Ok…" Missy uttered in a quiet tone. "Just until I manage to get this bill paid and get the power back on…"

Wade instantly clapped his hands together, happily, causing Emily to wince slightly, backing away from him in fright.

The blonde man looked suddenly shamefaced at the little girl's reaction.

But Missy merely walked across the room, taking Emily's hand in her own and stroking her cheek.

"Shhh, it's ok baby, it was just Wade…" she said in a soft voice.

Wade shook his head.

"Sorry," he said, looking between them.

And for the first time, Missy saw something in him…. something far removed from his usual cocky swagger. Something genuine, remorseful….honest…

"It's fine…" she said giving him a ghost of a smile, which Wade reciprocated, looking slightly relieved.

And with that, he led the way across the hallway, pushing open the door to his apartment, as Missy and Emily followed.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N holds Wade as it appears Deadpool is about to die…

Wade: you know (coughs) we made a good team

Y/N: we did, Wade

Wade takes a hold of Y/N’s face

Wade: and In some other universe…I would’ve loved doing laundry and taxes with you

Y/N: dammit Wade!! A meme reference?!

Wade jumps up and runs away…

Wade: scroll to the next one, reader!! Quick!!!

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[paranormal-pajama-phantom]

could i request a deadpool x male reader where the reader is the complete opposite of wade (super serious, not that expressive, not a lot of jokes) but sometimes he kind of cracks and is just soft with wade?

Ehehe this one was a fun one to work on :3

🩸Deadpool with a mostly serious S/O🩸

Wade literally just…melts

He’s so used to seeing this stoic version of you and suddenly he gets to see his boyfriends cute little smile and giggles 

Will totally ruin the moment by pinching your cheeks and telling you how adorable you are

One night when the two of you were having a movie marathon on the couch you were falling asleep and you ended up doing so on Wade’s shoulder, practically melting into him and drifting off

He sat there for hours ridgid trying not to wake you

He had to sneeze though so…

Wade loves it when he can make you laugh and he gets to hear that wonderful sound, it makes him feel loved and joyful and like the only person in the world who can make you that happy 

He loves this side of you so much <3 it makes him feel like the luckiest man in the world to have such an adorable boyfriend

Come back soon! 💌

#<3 aww this is such a cute idea #mcu #x reader #x male reader #deadpool #marvel hcs #wade wilson #deadpool x male reader #deadpool x reader #wade wilson x reader #fluff headcanons #fluff #headcanons #marvel fanfic #mcu x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #mcu fanfiction

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

hiii, I'm new to your blog and I love the way you write!!

could we have something with wade wilson/deadpool ? thank you in advance 💗💗

Taco Tuesdays

Wade Wilson x plus size reader

Tuesdays are date nights in the Wilson household and nothing is going to get in the way of Wade and his Mexican food and his woman.

Warnings: Wade Wilson, violence, implied smut, swearing

WC: 894

Minors DNI

Tonight the music seems so loud

I wish that we could lose this crowd

Maybe it's better this way

We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say

Rang out through the cavernous warehouse. “Wait! Wait! Wait! Timeout!” The goons tied up in chairs around the red-clad man went silent, giving each other almost disbelieving looks. His gloved hand flew into the crotch of his weirdly tight pants and started rooting around.

“Where is it? C’mon you slippery bitch. Ah hah!” A beat up flip phone was pulled out, still ringing. “Helloooo~” He answered, pressing the cheap phone tightly to where his ear was located under the red latex. “Hi Wade! Are we still on for dinner tonight?”

“Oh my darling baby girl!” He cooed into the phone, absentmindedly twirling his katana around, the sharp tip getting dangerously close to the eyes of the man restrained closest to him. He heard you giggle through the phone bashfully, still not used to his overwhelming amount of pet names for you. “Of course we’re still having dinner tonight! When have I ever refused your deliciousness?”

“Wade.” You hissed, obviously getting flustered. His lips curled up in a devious smirk that no one could see. “What, everyone should know that my girl has the most delicious, delectable, most incredible little pus-“ 

“Wade!” But he just laughed at your screech, quite pleased with himself. He could practically see you curled in that oversized sweater that you were obsessed with, burying your head in the fabric, trying to hide your face like you always did when you were embarrassed. “You can’t say that!” 

“Of course I can! It’s true!” His blade twirled around his head as he spun around. The various men he had detained each flinched away, trying to get as far away from the deadly weapon as possible. But given how tight they were tied down, they could only crane their necks back a few inches. 

“But it’s not polite!” You insisted, your voice going up in pitch the way it always did when you were annoyed at him. 

“Can you just kill us now?” One of the goons muttered under his breath. Wade’s head whipped around so quickly he almost snapped his neck. “What the fuck did you just say?” The man opened his mouth to respond but Deadpool interrupted him. “No no, I wasn’t asking you to repeat yourself, I was just giving you time to realise how badly you fucked up.”

The katana came to rest on the man’s chest, the tip digging into the soft spot at the base of his neck. “You will die, but I’m about to make it veeeery slow like when I make sweet sweet love to my lady bird.” An indignant splutter came from his phone’s speakers, reminding Wade that said lady bird was still listening in.

“I’m going to hang up now, my precious little gremlin. I’ll be home soon to eat some tacos and then your taco.” He made some kissy noises into the phone and hung up before you could chastise him again. “Now, let’s get started.”

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Just as you set the last plate of taco fixings on the table, your front door burst open like it always did when Wade came home (except for the times when he came through the window, or once when he blew up a wall). “Honey! I’m home!”

His suit was a slightly more rusty red than when he left this morning, obviously caked in blood that you would have to rinse off later. There were a couple rips from where he had been injured but thankfully not many today. “Hi Wade.” You replied, still somewhat bashful. 

You could tell he was frowning under his mask. “Now why are you so embarrassed?” He wrapped you up tightly in his arms, your own curling around the back of his neck. Your fingers found the smooth edge of his mask where it met the back of his suit and you gently yanked up. He let you pull the rough material from his head, exposing his face to you.

“Don’t talk about our sex lives in front of other people.” He scoffed at your firm tone and leaned forward so he could nuzzle the tip of his nose against your own.

“It wasn’t like they were going to live to tell anyone else.” You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. His hands quickly slipped from your lower back to your ass, giving the plump cheeks a firm squeeze.

“I’ve changed my mind, I want your enchilada first.” As his fingers slipped lower, making a b-line for the apex of your thighs, you laughed shyly, wiggling in his hold.

“But I made tacos not enchiladas.” His face fit into the juncture of your neck and shoulders, delicately nipping at your soft skin.

“They’re both the same coming out, hot lips.” You groaned at his crassness but a moan quickly slipped from your lips as he gave a particularly hard bite to your pulse point. “Let’s go to bed.” He pulled you back with him, guiding both of you to the cheap, unmade bed.

“Hey hannibals-favourite-meal?”

*Yes Wade?*

“Fade to black please.”

*But-*

“Don’t think a computer screen will stop me from coming after you for looking at me and my girl doing some fun patootie.”

*Sigh, fine.*

“Thank you.” 

The End.

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i achoo you

Pairings: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson Summary: Peter is sick and Wade is smitten. Whumptober prompt #26 : working to exhaustion / 'you look awful' Notes: i love this pairing so much ill cry. (also, peter is mid 20s) masterlist   || whumptober2023

"I'm totally 100% definitely dying."

Peter stretched out on the couch, sniffling woefully. His phone was pressed against his left cheek, sticky with sweat.

"Is it that even possible?"

"Yes. Yes it is. And I've got two college essays due in this wee-ee- ACHOO"

Matt let out a laugh, "You know spiders cant actually sneeze?"

"Lucky for the-em- ACHOO"

"This is pathetic, even for you."

"Wow, thanks Red. This is the last time I ever call you for advice."

"Yet you'll call me next week over a stubbed toe no doubt."

Peter could practically hear the eye roll in his voice, frowning as shivers once again decided to wrack his body.

"I dont have any other semi-responsible friends that I can talk to, and I - I dont want to bother May -"

"Dont make me feel sorry for you, or I'll really regret sending the backup."

Peter groaned, "Oh god, who?"

"Blasphemy - and he should be arriving any time now. Foggy's just arriving at the office so I've got to go. Drink lots of water, okay?"

Matt hung up before he could answer, a knock at the door occurring seconds later.

"It's op-ehh-eehhh-ACHOO"

"Say it, don't spray it baby boy!"

Peter groaned again, louder this time, and threw his arm across his eyes. "Why you?"

"That's not a nice way to greet someone bringing you soup!"

Peter made a pathetic noise, halfway between a sniffle and a cough, moving his arm so he could sneak a peek at the merc as he made himself at home in the kitchen.

"That's a pathetic excuse for an apology, but I'm willing to accept it due to your pretty face." Wade was humming quietly to himself as he rummaged around in the cupboard, taking out a bowl with flair and transferring the soup in to it in one smooth motion.

"That wa-aa-as -" Peter paused a moment, waiting to see if the sneeze was about to escape him, continuing as the urge dissipated, "was the most elegant thing I've ever seen you do."

"I dont fuck around with my food," He replied, walking towards the couch, "Unless it's in a sexy-I'm-going-to-lick-chocolate-off-your-body-way, which I'm totally down for any time."

"Charming." Peter rolled his eyes, fighting against his tired muscles and moving into an uneasy sitting position.

"Always for you, baby b- wow. Petey pie, you look awful."

Peter let out a hoarse laugh, accepting the soup with a sarcastic smile.

"Not holding back, huh?"

Wade collapsed backwards on to the ratty futon opposite the couch, throwing his feet up on the coffee table. After wiggling in to a comfortable position, he lifted his mask to just under his nose and popped a bright pink unicorn lollipop into his mouth. "So, how did the amazing spider-man come down with the common cold? I thought you were immune to shit like that."

Peter shrugged, gulping down the soup.

Wade looked around the room for a few moments, sucking loudly on the lollipop. "How about this for a theory: you worked your pretty little butt off, on your daily patrols, part time job and now... college?"

Peter paused his eating for a moment, "Bio-chem."

"Smart and sexy, the whole package!"

"How you find me sexy right now, I have no idea."

Wade slurped extra loudly on the lollipop, looking Peter up and down. "Those hello kitty pyjama pants look good on you. Plus I can't get sick."

"Is that so?"

"Scientifically proven, baby boy. My skins so fucked up because my cells are dying and reproducing every second. Ergo, can't get sick."

"That... proven how, exactly?"

"Trial and error." At Peter's questioning look, he smirked, "There's only so many times you can regrow the majority of your body and not realise that something's funky."

"Funky is one word fo-oor-ACHOOO."

Wade jumped up from his seat, running to his bag and pulling out a disney themed box of tissues. "I came prepared!"

"Princesses? Really?"

"Yes, and look there you are!" He replied, pointing at Cinderella.

"Okay... I'm going to need an explanation."

"She's broke, you're broke. Twins!"

Peter rolled his eyes, though accepted the tissues. Wade laughed, "I guess you're just lucky that I'm here, your knight in shining armour, offering to be your sugar daddy."

"Oh god - don't phrase it like that. I've been getting by on my own just fine, tha-ahhh-ahhh-"

"Bless you."

Peter glared at him. "You jinxed me."

Wade pouted, "Want me to kiss it better?"

At this, Peter threw the tissue box, successfully hitting him in between the eyes.

"Ow!"

Peter grumbled something under his breath, placing the empty soup bowl on the table and burying himself once more into the couch.

"I take back the Cinderella comparison. You're much more like Grumpy Peg-Leg Pete."

Wade laughed at the offended noise emanating from the sofa, finishing his lollipop with a satisfied sigh and jumping up from his seat. "Well, if my assistance is no longer needed..."

"Wait."

Wade grinned, holding his hand up to his ear mockingly, "Sorry what was that? I didn't quite hear you."

Peter huffed, sticking his head fully out of his blankets, enunciating his words clearly. "Don't leave... please."

Wade's grin widened, throwing himself on to the end of the couch, grabbing Peter's feet and placing them on his lap. "I knew you needed me Petey Pie."

"How did you know," the boy replied, sarcasm strong in his tone, "I want you, I need you, oh baby, baby."

The merc's smile didn't drop, relaxing into the chair as he began massaging one of the spider's feet. "Jokes on you, your sarcasm just turns me on more."

"You're insatiable."

"For you? Yes. I'm all the big words. Unquenchable, titillated, concupiscent." He gave a look off to the side, "Thanks for the tutoring Prodigy."

"You -" Peter tried to see what he was looking at, writing it off as one of Deadpool's quirks, "whatever. You missed a word though: persistent."

"How else am I going to get you to admit your deep and passionate love for me?"

Peter rolled his eyes, though didn't offer a rebuttal, instead allowing himself to melt into the pillows as Wade's fingers methodically worked out all the tension in his feet. He let out a sigh, arm thrown over his eyes once again as he willed for the grogginess to leave.

"What's troubling you, baby boy?"

"College essay is due in three days and I still haven't started it."

"Oh?"

"'S all about chemical bonding agents and I - aaaACHOO -" He paused, using his webs to grab the tissue box from across the room and blowing his nose with a pathetic lack of energy before continuing. "I just think that if I think too long about one thing I might die."

"And you can't get an extension?"

"No."

"What about if Bea and Arthur ask?"

"You're not going to threaten my professor with your katanas."

Wade sighed dramatically, but let the issue drop. Now bored, he began to tap out the tune of Grace Kelly on Peter's legs, humming quietly under his breath.

In that moment, the weird domesticity of the scene hit the student, peaking out from under his arm to watch Wade. It felt comfortable, safe in a way that he hadn't felt since developing his powers. He felt cared for. Loved.

Eyes flaring slightly, he pushed that thought away.

"Thank you, 'Pool."

"Hm?"

"Thank you. For coming to look after me."

"Anything to spend time with you and your tight little ass, Petey!"

He snorted, rolling his eyes fondly at the intentional lewdness, gently kicking his chest with his foot. "I mean it."

Wade pressed both hands to his cheeks, shoulders raising as he let out a squeal. "Oh em gee, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"This is what I get for trying to be serious -"

To Peter's surprise, Wade paused for a moment. When he next spoke, it was with a certain genuineness that he rarely heard from the merc. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. There's nothing to thank."

Breath caught in his chest, Peter allowed himself to sit up, looking at Wade with new eyes. Without even realising it, his hands had moved to lie on the edges of the mask, waiting for an answer.

"Webs -"

He could feel Wade's breath brush along his palms, finally removing the mask as the merc let out a hesitant nod.

Wade's eyes were blue, deep and endlessly curious.

Mask laid to the side, Peter's eyes rushed to drink in every detail of the man's face, fingers moving across the textured surface with barely restrained admiration.

"I think you're my favourite person."

The confession escaped him, surprising even him with the certainty behind the words.

Wade's eyes sparkle when they smile.

"You're going to make me blush, baby boy."

His eyes flickered to his lips.

"Did you mean what you said... about not caring that I'm sick?"

Wade's eyes widened, wordlessly nodding.

"Good."

Their lips clashed together with unbridled passion, Peter pushing away any doubt he held on to and clinging on to Wade's deceptively strong arms for balance.

The merc met him eagerly, gleeful as he buried his hands into the boy's hair, gripping just hard enough to send a shiver down Peter's spine. At his reaction, Wade smiled, nipping at his lower lip in order to pull another delicious response from him.

The spider had to pull away first, cheeks blazing and chest heaving.

Wade moved one hand down from his hair to cup his cheek, thumb caressing the smooth skin as his eyes searched for any sign of regret. "Webs..."

"I think - I think I lo-oo-ACHOO." He quickly turned away, sneezing into his shoulder.

Wade roared with laughter, offering a tissue as Peter's blush deepened.

"I achoo you too."

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[needtobemedicated]

Got me trippin' super psycho love

“Hey man, look. I get that you’re really into this whole evil supervillain shit but, trust me, you do not want to deal with my boyfriend.”

The kidnapper levelled Peter with a blank stare and laughed. 

“I think I can handle Deadpool.” 

“Okay, you’re wrong, but that's not even what I mean, he’s gonna make a huge scene. It's just going to be embarrassing.”

“I’m calling him. You can’t talk me out of this, Spiderman.” 

Peter shook his head and sighed. He could’ve easily broken out of his restraints, but the guy wasn’t hurting him and it was getting kind of funny, honestly. 

“Dude! He’s going to be super dramatic, you don’t understand-”

He’s cut off the sound of the kidnapper’s phone dialling the number from Wade’s business cards. He picks up after a couple rings. 

“Deadpool speaking, go.”

“Well, well, well. Mr Pool. I have something of yours. I’ll-”

The poor guy doesn’t even get a chance to finish his ransom demand before Wade crashes through the ceiling.

“SPIDEY-POO! SNOOKUMS!” 

He dropkicks the kidnapper and Peter breaks out of the ropes holding him. 

“Wade, honey, this is why people think you’re insane. How did you even know we were here?”

“INSANELY IN LOVE WITH YOU!” 

“Love you too, weirdo.”

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[marblemoovt]

His name is Jeff!! - Wade Wilson/Reader

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Rating: General

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Fluff. Pure fluff, baby.

Summary:

During a snowstorm, you bump into a strange man walking his pet… shark?

------ “Easy, boy!” A voice shouts from behind. You whip around and squint, trying to see through the whirlwind of snowflakes. The approaching crunches and thumps grow louder. Before you have time to react, a ball of gray and white knocks you onto your ass.

You groan, rubbing your sore tailbone. What just hit you? A dog? Your eyes catch a red leash on the ground. Following its trail, you meet fins and rows of sharp teeth. Definitely not a dog. It’s a… shark with legs?? And it’s wearing a harness? Maybe you died of hypothermia, now wandering in another plane of existence where sharks live on land.

Note:

I've been wanting to write a Deadpool fic and I also adore Jeff the Landshark. So here is a culmination of my love for the two.

Honestly, it was nice to just write something goofy and not feel pressured to try and fit a lot of story/plot.

Happy Reading! ( •̀ ω •́ )y

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Meat popsicle. You feel like a meat popsicle right now. It started snowing a few days ago and hasn’t stopped since. The cold air nips at your cheeks and nose. Frost crunches beneath your feet. What are you doing in this godforsaken weather?

Hot chocolate. You were craving a cup and decided to walk to the nearest cafe despite the snowfall warnings. The weather wasn’t too bad when you left your apartment. Now you can barely see two feet in front of you. White blurs your vision, and you wrap your scarf tighter. 

“Easy, boy!” A voice shouts from behind. You whip around and squint, trying to see through the whirlwind of snowflakes. The approaching crunches and thumps grow louder. Before you have time to react, a ball of gray and white knocks you onto your ass. 

You groan, rubbing your sore tailbone. What just hit you? A dog? Your eyes catch a red leash on the ground. Following its trail, you meet fins and rows of sharp teeth. Definitely not a dog. It’s a… shark with legs?? And it’s wearing a harness? Maybe you died of hypothermia, now wandering in another plane of existence where sharks live on land. 

“Aaaand Strike!!” A man in a red, skin-tight suit and a fluffy bathrobe appears in front of you. “Sorry! The little guy’s very rowdy” He holds a hand out to you, but your butt remains planted on the ground. You stare at him, then at the shark by his side—is that its tail wagging? Yeah, you’ve definitely died. Because what the fuck is this?

“Am I dead?” you ask, eyes wide. 

The man cocks his head to the side and then laughs to himself. “Didn’t you check the warnings? There’s no major character death here. This is pure fluff, baby.” He boops your nose and calls you a “silly goose.”

You smack his hand away from your face. “What are you—“

He cuts you off. “Are you gonna get up? Aren’t you worried your ass will freeze and fuse to the ground?” He pauses and mutters, “Is that even possible? I guess that’s up to the author.” You don’t think he’s even talking to you anymore. This man is clearly on something—he has a pet shark for crying out loud! Or maybe you’re the one tripping? Can hypothermia cause hallucinations? The creature pads up to you and sniffs your boot. 

Considering how superpowers exist, a walking shark seems like a plausible concept. But seeing it with your own eyes does not quell your disbelief. “Is that, um, is that a shark?” you ask, reaching a tentative hand for the creature to sniff. Smooth skin leans into your touch, and vibrations rumble under your palm. You laugh, staring in awe as the shark rubs its head against your hand.

“His name is Jeff!!” There’s a lilt in the man’s tone, and the lower half of his mask lifts. The corners of your lips curl up in response. 

“Hi, Jeff?” You pet Jeff on the head. His purrs send a pleasant tingle through your fingertips. Is this even biologically possible? Your thoughts are interrupted when a slimy tongue lathers your palm. You scrunch your nose but thank Jeff. His tail drums against the frost-ridden concrete.

“He likes you already!”

There’s one question that’s burning on the tip of your tongue. You glance at the man and whisper, “Is it insensitive of me to ask why he has legs?”

Red hands clamp over Jeff’s ears. “Shhhh! Not so loud! He doesn’t know he’s not supposed to have ‘em.” You stutter out an apology and scramble off the ground. Laughter rings through the howling wind. “I’m just messin’ with ya. Jeff and I are two peas in a pod; he was someone’s science project.”

You sigh, the tension melting from your shoulders.. “What about you? Who are you?” You know the shark’s name but not his. Come to think of it, you haven’t introduced yourself either. Although giving your name to a strangely dressed man is probably not a good idea.

“I’m Deadpool!” He points at himself. The eye area of his mask crinkles, and you roll your bottom lip over your teeth. You try to figure out if it’s some sort of stage name and if it correlates to his suit. Although you were under the impression that strippers wore less, not more.

Pursing your lips, you shake your head. “Never heard of it.”

He gasps, “Not it, him, me. I’m a highly coveted mercenary.” You can't decipher between pride and delusion in his tone. Most mercenaries you’ve seen on the news don’t sport fluffy bathrobes and fuzzy slippers. Or maybe it’s a tactic meant to disarm unsuspecting targets? Slippers do also make lethal weapons.

You raise a brow. “Ok, Mr. Desirable. What are you doing in the middle of a snowstorm dressed like that?” You glance down at the cute bunny slippers on his feet.

“Don’t you have eyes? Although if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be reading this.” He rubs his chin. “Maybe you use text-to-speech like Al,” he mutters. Sweeping his arms in a grand gesture, he directs your attention to Jeff chewing on an icicle. “I’m walking my shark!” Jeff pauses momentarily, glancing up at the two of you before resuming his gnawing. The ice clinks against his teeth and crackles when pieces crumble off. 

A gust of wind ruffles your hair, and its freezing hands claw at your face. “You’re not cold?” you ask, shaking from the breeze. His suit doesn’t look very thick, and the bathrobe—there’s no way it’s providing him with any warmth—must be soaked by now. You don’t even want to imagine what walking in his slippers feels like. 

“Nope, not unless you’re offering to warm me up. In that case, the rating would have to bump up a couple levels.”

You bark out a laugh, confused by the second half of his response. “Don’t I have to take you out to dinner first?”

He chuckles, and the warm timbre is a campfire in this blizzard. Suddenly the wind doesn’t sting as much as it did before. “Funny! I sure know how to pick ‘em.” You can't see, but you can hear the affection in his tone. It’s almost drowned out by the thumping of your heart. “And what are you doing in a snowstorm, beautiful stranger—who I definitely have never seen before?” 

You hum, but no matter how much you prod your brain, you don’t recall seeing him before. His outfit—fluffy attire excluded—is hard to miss. “Looking for the cafe,” you answer.

He claps his hands, his body trembling with excitement. “Oooh, I could go for a peppermint mocha. Jeff loves eating whipped cream.” At the mention of whipped cream, the ground thuds with small tremors.

You glance at Jeff. “I don’t think sharks are supposed to ea—”

“I’m inviting myself on your perilous journey,” Deadpool butts in. His chest puffs up, and he squares his shoulders. The wind’s perfect timing billows his bathrobe behind him like a cape.

You cross your arms, an amused smile tugging at your lips.“Who said it was perilous?”

“Because you’ve been wandering in circles for the last 20 minutes. The cafe is right there.” He points to his right, and the faint light of the cafe sign winks at you. How did you not see that earlier?? It’s like something was preventing you from noticing it.

“The snow makes it hard to see,” you huff. Heat prickles your neck, and you crouch down to pet Jeff again.

Deadpool stares at you, his gaze searing into the crown of your head. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asks. 

You keep your eyes on Jeff. His large eyes look up at you, the remains of an icicle dangling between his teeth. You stroke his head, and the familiar rumble soothes you. Taking a deep breath, you look up at Deadpool. His gaze sends your stomach fluttering. Something about this man makes you want to know him better. You answer his question with another question. “Why? So you can warm me up later?” 

He shuffles his feet and asks, “Is it working?”

You bite your lip, but a grin spreads across your face. “Why the hell not.”

Deadpool bounces on the balls of his feet, pumping a fist into the air. “Yes!” There’s a short intermission where he freestyles some dance moves. Jeff joins in with some stomps and spins of his own. The entire performance leaves you in tears, your chest aching with laughter and not the bitter chill of winter. 

He holds his hand out to you. And this time, you accept it.

Bonus Scene:

Wade exits the cafe, carrying Jeff in his arms. “Jeff, buddy, you deserve an award for the ultimate wingman.” Today went even better than he expected! He’s seen you before but never gathered the courage to talk to you. You lived a relatively ordinary life, and well, he didn’t. 

So when he was taking Jeff out on his daily adventure and saw you standing in the middle of the snowstorm…. He thought you looked stunning. Your cheeks and nose were tinged red, but the snowflakes sprinkled throughout your hair glimmered like tiny gems. For a moment, he didn’t dare breathe—terrified to ruin the beautifully crafted picture in front of him. So when his grip slackened, and Jeff bounded towards you, he panicked— a lot.

But you didn’t find him irritating at all. You even made jokes! How did he get so lucky? He can’t wait to—

“Mrrr!” Jeff kicks his limbs to grab Wade’s attention, his tail whipping his forearm.

“Yeah, yeah. I know the deal. I got two pounds of ribeye waiting at home.” His fingers skim Jeff’s underbelly, and the shark lets out a wheeze. His lips spread into a smug grin. “I knew single fathers are irresistible.” He’s already getting ahead of himself, fantasizing about how you would be a great shark parent. And while you can’t adopt a land shark at shelters, maybe you can adopt a cat instead! Jeff needs a buddy for when he goes out for a job.

Wade continues skipping to his apartment, giggling to himself. He replays today over and over inside his head. 

“Mrr?”Jeff tilts his head, tongue lolling out of his mouth. 

“Of course I’m happy. I learned their name and got their phone number.” He shifts Jeff in his arms and fingers the napkin in his pocket. 

“Mrrr.”

“I gotta double the steaks?” Wade gasps, holding Jeff up to meet his eyes. “You’re squeezin’ me dry here, buddy.” Jeff flicks his tongue and leaves a slimy trail across his mask. “Awww, fine. But only cause you helped me score a hot date for tomorrow.”

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End Note:

I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ

Reblogs are appreciated!

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[missyandwade]

From Across The Hallway - Chapter 2

When Missy moves in across the hallway with her two-year old daughter Emily, into what is definitely NOT the best neighbourhood, perhaps Wade Wilson can be there for them to brighten their world, and keep an eye out for them when they need it most...

It was 8.20 and Missy was already running late.

Today was her first day at her new job, and from past experience, Missy knew that bad impressions lasted.

The plan was to drop Emily off at the office crèche on the sixth floor before taking the trip up to the eleventh floor where she now worked as an office assistant.

But despite Emily waking her up super early, Missy had no idea where the morning had gone…

Between giving Emily her breakfast and letting her play a little with her favourite stuffed animal, Missy had somehow found the time to shower and get dressed.

Now she had already popped Emily into her fluffy coat and mittens, and was now pulling on her own beige trench coat, ready to head out the door.

Missy smoothed down her slightly curled hair, hoping that it looked ok.

Having only moved in a couple of days ago, she hadn't even had a change to unpack let alone find a mirror amongst the chaos of boxes. Her priority had been to get out Emily's toys and clothes, more to make the little girl feel at home than anything else.

So having dabbed on a little makeup in the bathroom mirror and pulling on a white blouse, pencil skirt and high heels, she only hoped she looked the part. It had been a while since she had worked and of course she was nervous.

But letting out a long breath to steady herself, she knew that this was all a good thing. A job meant that she could support her and Emily alone… without help from anyone else….

"You ready sweetie?" she asked her tiny daughter, bending down and grasping her hand gently.

Emily stared up at Missy, before smiling.

"Yesh," she said with a big nod, causing Missy's heart to instantly melt.

She loved her daughter more than anything in this world. But the prospect of spending time away from her like this was killing her. She knew today was definitely going to be tough for the both of them.

Missy picked up her purse, hanging it from her elbow, before tugging open the front door.

The pair of them ambled out into the hallway, only to be met with a familiar face.

"You off for an early morning stroll momma-bear?" came the sudden voice of her next-door neighbour, Wade.

There he was again. All tall and blonde and rough around the edges, standing in practically the same spot she had left him in fourteen hours earlier.

Missy immediately scowled.

"Are you stalking us?" she said narrowing her eyes, her voice icy.

But Wade merely grinned his silly grin, causing Missy to growl beneath her breath.

There was something about that swagger, that cockiness, that irritated her so much…

But he ignored her glare and merely took a step fowards, before crouching down and bouncing on his heels, coming to look directly at Emily.

"Hey there Em-bear? How you doing? You off for a play-date?" he asked her, his voice soft….different now.

Missy frowned down at him. What was his deal?

"She won't-" Missy began, snappily.

But before she could say another word, there came a sudden tiny voice…

"I play now," said Emily, in what was perhaps the shyest tone imaginable.

Her daughter never normally talked to anyone, let alone strangers, so it wasn't surprising that Missy's jaw dropped slightly.

Wade's face broke into a wide smile, his dark brown eyes wrinkling at the corners.

"That is super awesome," he said in a friendly tone, causing Emily to look away shyly and clutch at Missy's bare leg with her mittened paw. "I've kinda got a play date of sorts myself today."

Slowly and with a groan, Wade got to his feet, his eyes finally reaching Missy's again.

"And by play date I mean work…" he said to Missy, rolling his eyes sarcastically.

Missy pursed her lips.

"And what is it you do?" she said icily. "Drug dealer, or male gigolo?"

He tone was mocking.

But Wade merely let out a chuckle, skimming around her question.

"So a play date, huh? I've gotta say you look a little overdressed for that…" he swiped back, smirking, as his eyes roved up and down her slender form. "Those shoes really appropriate for a game of tag?"

But Missy didn't grace him with a retort, she merely stared him down, studying him carefully.

She knew that this neighbourhood wasn't the best. Hell, even the real-estate agent who had shown her around the place had advised her against living here. But it had been one of the only places in Missy's rent budget that had been close to her office-building. Besides, although it was a little rough around the edges, she could make it into a home, she knew that. As long as she didn't start associating herself with the weirdos that hung around here, everything would fall into place.

Her neighbour was just a little older than she was, by the looks of it, but looked like he had been more than just a few bar fights over the years. From the scar that ran through his eyebrow, to the remnants of what looked like a broken nose, he looked a little…thrown together, at best.

Besides why would a guy like this ever be interested in talking to her or Emily anyway?

And after what had happened with Scott…

Missy gulped….well, all she knew was that she couldn't let her guard down….not again.

"Well, we need to go," said Missy, a little louder than normal, clasping Emily's hand tightly, knowing that the little girl was sure to look up and hear her. "Come on baby."

And with that, Missy strutted away, without more than a back glance at Wade, her heart pounding in her chest as she did so.

It was 3.45pm and Missy had already had the worst day.

Her job had been fine and getting to grips with the tasks that she had been given had been the easy part. It was the people who had made the day difficult for her.

As soon as they had seen her, whispers had carried around the office.

"Oh her, yeah she's the new part-timer…"

"Yeah she's got a kid, so they let her leave early…"

That was true of course, she finished her work day at 3.15, but was only contracted until that time, which meant her pay was less than everyone else's…but obviously according to them, she was a slacker…a person who had got special treatment from the boss.

"He obviously felt sorry for her…a single mom…how could he say no?"

The whispers had continued over her lunchbreak where she had sat alone at her desk, rather than go to the staff canteen like everyone else.

But the worst part still had yet to come.

Thirty minutes ago she had shut down her PC and headed down to the crèche to pick up Emily.

She was so excited to see her after what had felt like the longest day apart from her little girl.

But the moment she had stepped inside, one of the staff had approached her, their face worried-looking and for a brief moment Missy had panicked.

But the lady had given her a sad look, sighing.

"We tried our best with her," started the lady, without even saying hello. "But Emily didn't want to join in with the other children…"

She gestured over her shoulder to the large room, where fifteen or so children were playing loudly, running about, barging into one another, having fun.

But as hard as Missy searched, she just couldn't seem to see that recognisable tuft of brown hair anywhere in amongst the crowd.

It was then that she finally spotted her….and her heart plummeted.

Emily was sat on the floor in the far corner of the room, alone, her head bowed and a large book propped open on her lap. She had tucked herself into the tiniest corner of the room away from the others.

Missy of course recognised that stance…she knew it very well.

Emily would do this was she was feeling uncomfortable and scared. She would hide herself away, try to block out the noise and make herself as tiny as possible to try and get away from it all.

"I know she has difficulty hearing…" started the woman.

But Missy growled.

"She's deaf…I told one of the other staff that this morning," snapped Missy defensively. "If you talk to her slowly and make sure she's looking at you, s-she's fine…"

"I understand that," said the woman attempting a false smile. "But we have a lot of children here, so special attention can't really be given to one child over the other, our staff are stretched as it is. Look, if Emily doesn't at least try and get along and join in with the other children it makes our job hard for us. Listen, there might be other options you could look at. Specialised nurseries…"

At these words Missy's eyes blackened.

She ignored the woman's comment and stalked across the room, heading straight for the corner where Emily was sat with her tiny back to her.

Missy as always, came around to face her little daughter, so that she would catch her attention.

"Hey sweetie-pie," she said in a clear voice, as Emily gazed up at Missy with bright green eyes.

Instantly the little girl scrunched up her face, as a kid across the room let out a loud scream.

"I know, I know, baby," said Missy, more to herself than Emily, clutching the little girl to her. Emily immediately buried her face in Missy's coat.

Missy's heart was ready to tear in two.

This entire thing had been a mistake…

That was thirty minutes ago…now the pair of them had walked home quietly hand in hand, finally reaching their apartment building.

It was then that Missy saw him again.

Wade, her neighbour, trudging towards them, coming from the opposite direction.

Spotting them, he immediately raised his hands innocently.

"Ok, ok, before you say anything, I swear I am not stalking you," he said smiling, his tone playful. "I've just had a rough day and now have an afternoon date with a pint of ice cream and a season of The Walking Dead."

With that, he held aloft a tub of cookie-dough ice cream.

But Missy was still too downhearted to argue with him or even to fling him a snappy response.

But Emily managed to stare up at Wade, studying carefully with her bright green orbs.

The blonde man caught the little girl's eye.

"You enjoy your play date, Em?" he said, perhaps a little too loudly, as people often did when talking with her.

But Emily slowly shook her head, giving a little pouty face before looking down at her white mittens.

Missy noticed Wade give the slightest of frowns before immediately looking back up to Missy questioningly.

Missy paused for a second before giving a sigh. Her eyes dropping down to the ground too.

"We've just had a rough day too…" she explained, her voice breaking slightly.

But Missy couldn't look at him. As if now, after all she had been through, she would admit she was struggling… even to this complete stranger.

She merely gave Emily the tiniest of tugs as they headed up the steps towards her building, and through the front door.

Wade was hot at their heels, but he didn't say another word as they climbed the steps up towards the hallway they shared.

It was only when they had reached the landing did Emily suddenly pull on Missy's hand, as Wade turned towards his front door, pulling out his keys.

The little girl looked up at Missy before suddenly pointing with her mitten towards the tall, blonde, guy next door.

Emily uttered something Missy didn't quiet catch.

Missy crouched down beside her daughter, tucking a long strand of caramel hair behind her own ear.

"What was that sweetie?" she asked gently, as Wade glanced back over towards them.

"Ice cweam," said Emily in a sudden tiny voice, pointing up at Wade once more.

Her neighbour gave a chuckle, his face brightening.

But Missy shook her head. "No baby, we haven't got a freezer yet for ice cream…" she said stroking her thumb across Emily's chubby baby cheek.

The little girl looked immediately crestfallen.

"You can have it," came a sudden voice from right beside them and Missy turned to see Wade now standing at their side, holding out the tub towards Emily. "Why do you need a freezer when you can eat it now?"

Missy looked up at him for a second before turning back to her daughter.

"Because we haven't had our dinner yet, have we sweetie?" she said in a slow voice.

But Emily's little face was a picture of sadness, and after all that had happened today, Missy so wished she had some ice cream to give her. Right now she wished she could give her anything she wanted in the entire world…

"Nah," said Wade suddenly, coming to crouch down beside them, right in Emily's line of sight. "On bad days you gotta have ice cream before dinner. You think that sounds about right Em-bear?"

Emily gave a tiny nod, before looking over at Missy.

Missy paused a little uncertainly for a long moment as Wade held out the pint of ice cream towards her.

"Here you can have it…gotta watch my figure anyway," he said poking at his oh-so-flat abs.

Missy's lips twitched as her green eyes suddenly met with his chocolate ones.

She titled her head. Who even was this guy….?

After what felt like an eternity she finally gave a gulp and reached for her purse.

"Let me at least give you the money for it then…" she murmured, rifling around for a few dollars she knew she had stuffed inside her handbag, somewhere between a fruit-rollup and a ton of hair bows.

But Wade merely held the ice cream in front of her face, shaking his head and giving a smirk.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Us male gigolos make tons of cash…" he said in a mocking tone, his eyes flashing with something Missy couldn't quite put her finger on.

She froze for a moment, one hand still mid-way through rooting around inside her purse…. before slowly retracting it and taking the ice cream from his grasp a little apprehensively.

She gave a another gulp, before-

"Thank you," she murmured in a soft tone.

After the day she had had, this generosity was overwhelming to her.

She slowly got to her feet as Wade mirrored her, doing the same.

Missy plucked out her keys from her bag, her eyes drifting away from his and down to Emily who was staring up at the pair of them.

"You want some ice cream then, sweetie?" she said affectionately to the little girl who nodded her head slowly, her mouth gaping open.

Missy smiled, her fingers toying with the little tuft of hair that stuck out from Emily's bow.

And as Missy glanced up, she caught Wade staring at her with the strangest expression on his face, looking at her as if truly seeing her for the first time.

Missy blinked at him a couple of times, staring back questioningly, before placing a hand to Emily's head and opening her front door.

"Thanks again," she said curtly without turning around, her face blushing the slightest shade of pink as she headed inside.

But what Missy didn't notice was little Emily look around and give Wade the smallest of waves with her mittened hand, before the door finally swung shut behind them both.

Outside, Wade Wilson smiled to himself…

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“Pass me the wontons,” Peter says before taking a long slurping drink through the straw in his soda.

“Nice manners, spider boy.”

“Pass me the wontons… dipshit.”

“Do I get to eat any of this food?”

Peter swivels his torso toward Wade and narrows his eyes again, a look that makes it feel like an elevator is free-falling in Wade’s chest. People are screaming, and lights are flickering, and everyone inside is going to die.

“Pass. Me. The. Wontons. Fucker.”

Wade rolls his eyes in response but hands the grease-spotted bag of wontons over. It’s not like he didn’t buy them with Peter in mind anyway. Wade has been doing shit like that a lot recently. He’s even considering, right now, at this very moment, letting Peter have the last word.

Chp 1 of Normal Frenemy Shit

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What if Colossus accidentally fell on y/n from behind as they were leaning on him which the impact could crush them but y/n ends up surviving it.

Colossus: I am sorry. Are you alright?

Y/N: I’m fine. I got Dad’s healing factor

Deadpool: how dare you!

Colossus: Wade it was a complete accident. I did not mean to crush-

Deadpool: zip it Iron Ivan! How dare you sit on him and not on me!!!

Y/N: I’m gonna go now so yeah

Deadpool: and I thought you loved me Chrome Balls!

Colossus: Wade this is ridiculous

#marvel #marvel imagine #mcu #marvel fluff #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #deadpool incorrect quotes #deadpool imagine #deadpool x reader #deadpool #Deadpool x colossus #xmen incorrect quotes #xmen movies #xmen imagine #xmen #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson #ryan reynolds

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Baby, You’re a Sunset.

Relationships: Spider-Man/Deadpool. Peter Parker/Wade Wilson.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Soulmate AU. Soulmark AU. Alternate Universe. Peter Parker needs a hug. Wade Wilson needs a hug. Peter Parker is a sassy little shit. Wade Wilson being inappropriate as always. Scarred Wade Wilson. This is so soft. Bottom!Peter Parker. Top!Wade Wilson. Bottom Peter Parker. Top Wade Wilson. Peter kinda tops from the bottom, though. Power bottom Peter Parker. Fluff and smut. Getting together. Falling in love. Then falling into bed.

Summary: Peter Parker had always been embarrassed about his Soulmark—embarrassed, confused, and honestly a bit pissed off. He and his soulmate would be having words.

//Trigger Warnings: Language. Talk of violence. Sex. Sex without a condom.\\

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Peter Parker had always been embarrassed about his Soulmark—embarrassed, confused, and honestly a bit pissed off. Soulmarks were the universe’s way of evening the scales a bit. Soulmates were, philosophically speaking, a pretty fucked up phenomenon. You have this one chance—this one chance—to find the person you were destined to be with. What if they were dead or on the other side of the world? You’d never know. Peter had seen the effect that could have on people. He’d known a girl in highschool who met her soulmate a month before being killed in a car accident. His aunt had lost her own soulmate and now May felt like dating was pointless.

Still, the romantic in him felt a longing for his soulmate. Mary Jane and Gwen had discovered that they were soulmates in middle school. Gwen had just started that year. She’d been a quiet kid, sitting alone during lunch. Mary Jane slid next to her on the bus, accidentally knocking their arms together. Both of the girls’ bright white marks had swirled with color. Now, the two delighted in communicating through their Soulmarks and leaving everyone else out of the loop. They’d been in seventh grade and already had their entire lovelives sorted. It wasn’t fair. Peter sighed to himself. He didn’t mean to be bitter and jaded, but at twenty-five with a Soulmark like his, he couldn’t help it. Soulmarks were supposed to be this amazing thing, but everytime Peter thought about his own, he felt miserable.

“Spidey!”

A loud bang shook Peter out of his thoughts. He located the disturbance, then rolled his eyes.

“Deadpool.”

The mercenary had practically been stalking him the past few months. At first, Peter had avoided him like the plague. Last week, though, there was a shift in the air. Deadpool had taken a bullet for him, and now Peter felt indebted to him—even though, technically, Deadpool was immortal. Taking a bullet was closer to a splinter than a sacrificial action for the maniac. Still, Peter was putting up with his presence these days despite literally everyone telling him what a bad idea that was. It was easier to think of Deadpool as an annoying puppy. He followed too closely, had WAY too much energy, and occasionally drooled but if Peter kicked him, he’d be a monster. However irritating Deadpool was, he was pretty useful on patrols. The thorn in Peter’s side was currently unpacking several paper bags and lining up tons of take-out. Deadpool did have his uses.

“I didn’t know what you were in the mood for tonight—because you refuse to answer my texts—so I brought Mexican, Chinese, Thai, and Italian.”

“I don’t answer your texts because you refuse to call me Spider-Man. I made myself perfectly clear on Tuesday.” Deadpool managed to pout in such a way that Peter could see it through the mask. “Don’t start with me, Pool. I’ve had a bad day.”

“What happened? Do you need me to kill somebody?”

Peter glared at Deadpool.

“Why is that always your first response? No. I do not want you to kill anybody. That’s the point of this whole ‘rehabilitation’ experiment. You kill someone, we’re done.”

“You know, ultimatums aren’t the way to get what you want in a relationship. I have the marriage counselor on speed dial.”

“This is not a relationship. It’s just an experiment.”

“Okay, Katy Perry, calm down.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

Deadpool immediately pulled out his phone and I Kissed A Girl began blasting through the tinny speakers. Peter sighed, but rolled his mask up and began to eat before the food got cold. Deadpool had insisted on eating either before or after patrols. He called it “bonding time.” Peter had accepted this term with little resistance. His enhanced speed, stamina, and healing came with a monstrous appetite and he was usually broke. Eating with Deadpool meant one less meal he had to pay for. He felt a bit guilty for letting the mercenary pay, but Deadpool always insisted. It was nice in a way that irritated Peter. It irritated him because things like this made it harder to hate Deadpool.

“Seriously, Webhead. If you wanna talk about it, I’m here.”

Peter paused. On the one hand, he was pretty against telling Deadpool anything personal about himself. The man was a trained mercenary and he quite literally made a living off of tracking people down. On the other hand, it was a pretty hidden part of his life. It wasn’t like he went around and told everyone about his Soulmark. Only a handful of people knew about it. The rest of the world believed that Peter Parker had no soulmate. He liked it better that way. It might be nice to vent about it for once.

“It’s just… nothing happened. I’ve just been upset. It’s stupid.”

“Upset about what?” Deadpool spoke around a mouthful of food. Peter had gotten pretty used to the scars, but the way they stretched around his full mouth were a bit distracting. “And it’s not stupid. You’re upset, that’s valid as hell, babe.”

Peter took his own massive, sullen bite. However, he wasn’t raised in a barn so he chewed and swallowed before replying.

“I’ve been upset about my Soulmark. Like it’s been there forever, so I’m mostly used to it, but once in a while… I just get so irritated.”

“Why?”

God, he was like a toddler sometimes.

“It’s… in an embarrassing place.”

“Oh.”

Deadpool continued to eat, letting the silence linger for a few minutes. It was weird to see the mercenary being quiet for once. It made Peter uneasy.

“Well? Gonna tell me how ungrateful I am? How there are thousands of people out there who would kill for my Soulmark? How I should just be happy I have a soulmate at all?”

“Nah. Just ‘cus one person would want it doesn’t mean you have to.” Peter’s mouth snapped shut. Deadpool continued to eat before pulling his mask up a bit further and turning to face Peter. “I kinda understand. I mean, my soulmate is gonna slap me.”

Sure enough, a white handprint marked the left side of Deadpool’s face. The mark swiped down towards his mouth. That definitely looked like a slap.

“I mean, it could be something else…”

Peter tried his best to be convincing. Deadpool just shook his head.

“Nah. Thanks, but it’s definitely a slap. You know me, it definitely makes sense. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna hit me?”

Peter felt something like guilt settle in his stomach in response to the self-deprecating joke. He’d been a bit of a jerk to Deadpool. The man had to take a bullet for Peter to stop avoiding him. Deadpool noticed his frown and chuckled.

“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.”

“You don’t know what my head looks like.”

“Yeah, but I just know you’re gorgeous under there.”

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Peter glanced around the apartment. It was surprisingly clean. He’d expected a total disaster. It was his first time in Wade’s apartment. They’d been patrolling together for a couple months and Peter had officially given up the ghost. Wade was his friend. There was no use fighting it any more. He’d been invited over to watch a movie after patrol. Wade was in the shower, singing at the top of his lungs. Peter tried valiantly not to smile. He failed. There was just something so endearing about it. Sure, Wade was still irritating. But these days, Peter laughed along more often than he rolled his eyes. He could hear the water being turned off as Wade continued to get cleaned up. Peter continued to explore.

The apartment was massive. It would take some serious money to rent this place. The kitchen had one of those fancy islands in it. Peter grabbed a beer from the fridge, took one drink, and decided he was not a beer person. Awkwardly, he carried the nasty thing with him from room to room. The dining area held a table decorated with an old lady tablecloth. Peter ran his hand over the worn lace. He wondered where Wade got it. Maybe it was a family heirloom or something. The living room had a giant TV with the most comfortable-looking couch Peter had ever seen. He sunk into the cushions with a grateful sigh. It had been a long day. Wade sat beside him, turning on the TV to scroll through Disney Plus.

“Whatcha wanna watch?”

“I dunno. Something good.”

“Well, that certainly narrows it down.” Wade threw a sarcastic look his way. Peter enjoyed these moments where he went without the mask. Some day, maybe he could go without his own mask. Some day.

“Fine, then. Let’s watch Hercules.”

Wade nodded, appeased, and the movie began to play. Peter started falling asleep part-way through. Wade woke him back up and brought a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt for him to wear. He changed in the bathroom, and for a real moment, debated going without his mask. He’d finally be able to get the jump on Wade. Lately, his Spider-Sense had not been working around Deadpool and he was getting pretty cocky about it. Wade knocked on the door to make sure he hadn’t somehow fallen asleep while changing. Peter looked at himself in the mirror, fussing with his hair and hoping against all odds that it would obey him for once.

“Fuck it.”

“What? Fuck what? I wanna know what we’re fucking!”

Peter opened the bathroom door, mask in hand.

“It’s Peter.”

Wade stared at him in a strange mix of awe and confusion.

“We’re fucking Peter? Who’s Peter?”

He blushed.

“No, me. I’m Peter.” Then, he added quickly: “And we’re not fucking me.”

“See? I knew you’d be gorgeous under there!”

Peter rolled his eyes, blush still firmly in place as I Won’t Say I’m In Love blared from the living room tv.

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It was nearly a year later when the topic of soulmates came up again. Peter had invited Wade over, against his best judgment, and was being scolded as usual about the lack of food in the fridge. After takeout had been ordered (paid for by Wade, despite Peter’s habitual argument) and the game system was set up. Wade sat far away from Peter, as usual. Through the year of their friendship, Wade had refused to risk any sort of physical touch, and it was confusing for Peter. They’d grown so close over time that every super, villain or hero, counted them as a pair. It was rare for Peter to patrol alone these days. It only ever happened when Wade was “out of town.” He didn’t ask about those trips for his own peace of mind, but he couldn’t help but pay special attention to the news. As far as he could tell, Wade had been sticking to his promise. He hadn’t killed anyone since their agreement.

Though Peter didn’t know it, when Wade took a job he made sure to specify that maiming would be the furthest he’d go for a client. Weasel had almost had an aneurism when Wade broke the news. He’d been the biggest moneymaker for Sister Margaret’s, but according to Weasel he’d been “pussywhipped” by Spider-man. Wade took great offense to this and had informed Weasel that he’d actually been “dickwhipped” and that he planned on continuing that state until Spider-man broke down and fucked him. These days, though, Wade had felt a bit less randy and a bit more enamored. The more he learned about Peter, the more he was convinced that a one night stand could never be enough. In the words of Trisha Yearwood, he was gonna “marry that boy someday.” It was that same selfish urge that had prevented him from any physical contact with Peter. When he’d learned of Peter having a soulmark, all those months ago, a seed of pitiful and useless hope had sprouted in his heart. He was afraid to touch Peter now, for fear of squashing that hope when his soulmark would inevitably remain white. And yet, the sight of Peter curled up on the other end of the couch, clutching his remote and snickering as he sent a blue shell at Wade… He wanted nothing more than to throw caution to the wind, sweep Peter off his feet, and carry him off to the sunset.

“Gotcha, bitch!” Peter shouted excitedly as he took first place.

“You got me, alright.” Wade smiled softly. Peter glanced sideways at him.

Suddenly, the game was paused. Wade turned to look at him quizzically.

“What’s going on, Wade? Usually you’re almost as competitive as I am.”

“For the record, I am way more competitive than you are.”

“It’s not a competition, Wade. My point was—“

“It is so a competition. Everything’s a competition. See, this is exactly why I’m more competitive than you are.”

“Wade.” Peter said with a soft warning in his voice. Wade quieted. “What’s going on in that crazy head of yours?”

“I was just thinking about soulmarks.”

Peter looked at him with surprise.

“Soulmarks? What made you think about that?”

Wade gestured to his own mark.

“Hard not to think about, with this plastered on my face.”

Peter nodded sympathetically.

“I feel you.”

“I wish you would—“ Wade’s lecherous comment was interrupted.

“I thought Vanessa was your soulmate?”

Wade was quiet for a few minutes, memories of his previous happy life with Vanessa.

“She was.”

“She never touched your face?”

“Vanessa’s soulmark was on my chest.”

Again, Peter was surprised.

“You had two soulmarks? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that happening.”

Sometimes, people had more than two soulmates, but they only ever had one mark. Peter had known three soulmates in elementary school. Each bore a matching soulmark. They’d all three been playing Red Rover at recess one day. The touch of the first soulmate had only added half the color, the second touch had filled in the gaps. Still, only one mark.

“I only had the one when she was alive. Then when she…” Wade trailed off, his voice cracking with grief. Peter moved to comfort him, but Wade shook his head and stood, putting more distance between them. Peter felt a sharp sting through his heart.

“I know I’m not her. But Jesus, Wade. I can’t even hold your hand?”

“It’s not about her.”

“Then what the fuck is it about?”

Wade gestured to his face, beginning to pace anxiously.

“I don’t want you to touch me.” He began quietly. Peter probably wouldn’t have heard if it weren’t for his superhearing. “I don’t think I can handle knowing that you aren’t my—just fucking forget it.”

Peter froze.

“You want me to be your soulmate.” Wade stayed silent. “Wade—“

“No, don’t tell me. I know. I know I’m the last person on earth you’d be soulmates with.” He laughed bitterly, sarcasm clouding his words. “Wouldn’t that be fucking perfect. New York’s golden boy! The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, soulmates with a fucking murderer.”

“Wade, please—“

“No, it’s fine. I get the message, Webs. I really do.”

“Would you just shut the fuck up and listen!” Peter yelled. Wade stilled. “Wade, you absolute moron! I want you to be my soulmate so fucking bad. I love you, dumbass! I love you and it kills me because I know I’m not your soulmate! You wanna know how I know?”

Wade spun around to face him.

“How do you know?” Hope lit up his eyes, shattering Peter’s heart as tears stung his eyes.

“Because I would never slap you, Wade! And my soulmark…” He trailed off. Wade didn’t push it. Instead, he plopped onto the couch, head in his hands. Peter scooted closer, careful not to touch. Still, there was hope in his chest. He couldn’t help it. He studied Wade’s soulmark, the way it seemed almost undeniable. The way it slid so neatly downwards. Peter had been slapped. The redness on his face had looked the same. And yet…

“Oh, Wade.” Peter said in a whisper, tears blurring his vision. He shut his eyes, unable to stop his hand from reaching out and touching Wade’s cheek. His hand slid as Wade startled, Peter thumbed his lower lip gently. “I wish we were soulmates. I love you. I love you so much.”

“Peter… Babyboy.” Wade’s hand settled low on his waist, more on his ass than anything, and Peter suddenly felt a pleasant sort of burning sensation. He gasped. “I think we are.”

Peter’s eyes snapped open, greeted by color swirling and blooming, bordered by Wade’s lovely scars. His hand fell from Wade, yanking up his shirt while his other pushed at the waistband of his pants. Sure enough, the warm sensation was accompanied by his own soulmark blooming. Wade had tears in his eyes now. He gazed at Peter with such tenderness, he almost couldn’t stand it. Peter’s hand softly cupped his cheek again.

“I didn’t slap you.”

Wade let out a choking sob.

“No. No, you were so gentle.”

Peter’s lips met his for a mere moment. The softest kiss in the history of kisses.

“You deserve gentleness.”

As he shuffled forward, Wade’s hand slipped under his shirt, under the waistband of his pants, and settled firmly over his soulmark. Peter’s breath hitched as Wade gripped his ass softly, nearly falling forward to land in Wade’s lap. Their mouths met again, starting so soft and gentle that Peter’s eyes began watering again. Heat crept into the corners of their kiss. It started as an ember, slowly building to a raging inferno. Wade began kneading at Peter’s ass, each push and pull brushing the two against each other. Peter’s lips fell open and Wade’s tongue licked into his mouth like a fire. Their breath came in short, panting bursts as they both began to grow desperate for one another. Finally, Peter pulled away and Wade let out a whine, only to wolf whistle as he yanked off his shirt. Wade did the same and Peter’s hands ran down his chest. Among the scars, one stood out. It was a handprint, blackened. Peter let out a slow breath. This was Vanessa’s mark. Wade kissed and nipped along his jaw, swiftly distracting him. They could talk about that later.

Peter’s hips ground against Wade’s, both groaning in the pleasure a simple movement could give. Their hands only pulled away to tear off clothes.

Soon enough, they sat fully bare and vulnerable. Wade let his eyes roam hungrily along Peter’s naked body, and Peter did the same. Wade was gorgeous, and he told him just that. Wade’s soulmark positively glowed, golden with happiness. Peter’s did the same. When it became a beautiful rose gold, Wade could have cried. Despite all odds, Peter loved him. Peter loved him, and he was happy. Kisses were peppered gently along Wade’s face and suddenly, he couldn’t wait anymore. His strong arms swept Peter up and carried him off. The bedroom wasn’t exactly the sunset, but their soulmarks could outshine even the most gorgeous sunset. Peter bounced lightly as Wade collapsed on the bed. Wade groaned at the extra friction. When Peter’s soft hand joined their dicks together, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Oh, god. Wade—“ Peter sighed. His head lolled back, his hips wiggling against Wade’s.

“I need you, too, baby.”

Peter grinned, releasing their members as he swung his leg off of Wade’s lap.

“You’re gonna need to prep me, big boy.”

Wade moaned before sitting up to face his soulmate. His soulmate! God! He rummaged through the bedside table for a minute before pulling out a bottle of lube. Peter blushed as Wade held up a rather large dildo with a smirk.

“Are you a size queen, baby? Or were you trying to prepare for me, hm?”

“Both.” Peter answered honestly. He laughed when Wade held it up to his own dick to compare the size. “Alright, alright! Dick-measuring contest later! I need you to fuck me now.”

“Yes, sir!” Wade saluted with the dildo before dropping it back in the drawer and rejoining Peter on the—rather small, he should really buy Peter a new one—bed. His soulmate, and Wade would never, ever get tired of calling him that, rolled onto his stomach and pushed up onto his hands and knees. Wade groaned as Peter turned his head to smile at him.

“Keep smiling at me like that and I’ll give you anything.”

“Currently, I want your cock. Can you hurry up and give me that?”

Wade slicked up his fingers in response, taking the time to circle Peter’s hole gently.

“Ahhh, Wade. Been waiting for this.”

Wade let his finger slip in to the first knuckle.

“How long have you been waiting, babyboy?”

“About a year.”

Wade groaned.

“Jesus. Bet you’re all pent up, hm?”

“So pent up, Wade.”

Another groan and Wade added another finger, beginning to gently scissor them as he fucked his soulmate with his hand.

“Love it when you say my name.”

“I love you, Wade.”

“Fuck me, I love you too, Peter.”

The third finger slipped in, searching for Peter’s prostate.

“Wade, if you don’t put your cock in me now, I’m going to cum on your fingers and go to sleep.”

The threat was an effective one. Wade pulled his fingers free before searching for a condom. Peter shook his head.

“I don’t think either of us could carry anything. Healing factors are a wonder, aren’t they?”

Wade wasn’t about to argue. He added some lube to his hand before slicking up his own cock and guiding it to Peter’s hole. His hips inched forward, slowly filling his soulmate up. Peter’s breath got faster with each gentle push. Wade’s hand captured Peter’s cock, stroking slowly to distract him from any potential stretch. It took a minute before he bottomed out, being sure to give his soulmate enough time to adjust.

“Ah, Wade. Yes! Uhnn, god. Feel so full.” He wiggled his hips back against Wade before sinking onto the bed. “Think you can flip me around without taking your cock out?”

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Can’t be without my cock for a moment, can you?”

Peter grinned back at him.

“Can you be without me?” He squeezed down around Wade, choking a groan out of him.

“Good point.” Wade sort of pinwheeled Peter onto his back, keeping his cock buried deep. He waggled his eyebrows. Peter laughed.

“You did it! I knew you could do it.”

Wade smiled, pulling Peter’s legs to rest around his waist, and he moved. He started making love, his hips starting a deep, slow pace. Peter groaned, his hands gripping the sheets before Wade leaned down to rest his weight on his elbows. They kissed softly, both hands moving to touch soulmarks. Wade thoroughly enjoyed the gentle lovemaking. His heart felt tender as Peter matched his pace with his own hips. Wade groaned into the kiss as Peter sighed in time with his thrusts. It was sweet and slow, yet filled with passion. He gripped Peter’s ass as his thrusts became harder and faster, panting only interrupted by moans. Peter’s legs gripped his waist, hand stroking his own cock in time. Wade was getting close, and by the sounds of Peter’s broken cries, he was too. Wade came with a shout, jerking his hips in the aftershocks. Peter quickened his strokes, but Wade batted his hand away. He was given a disgruntled noise before he moved downwards, taking Peter into his mouth. It didn’t take long, and frankly in his post-orgasm state it wasn’t his best work, but Peter soon crumbled inwards as he reached his own peak. Wade swallowed every drop like it was ambrosia.

They fell back together, spent, sweating, and smiling. Wade pulled Peter into his arms and his hand found it’s place on his ass. Peter’s hand gently stroked his cheek. They were silent for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of their love. Wade, as expected, broke the silence.

“Spider-Man is my fucking soulmate!”

“Speaking of fucking, Wade… How do you feel about fucking me upside down?”

Wade groaned through a smirk as he forced himself up and off the bed, Peter’s laugh ringing pleasantly in his ears.

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Wade Wilson x plus size reader

There’s only one way to get Wade to shut up and it involves your own mouth

Warnings: some smut, oral (m receiving), swearing

WC: 443

Minors DNI

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Wade loved to talk. He could talk for literal days at a time without a break, he wouldn’t even be addressing anyone, just chattering away to himself. And you loved that about him, how passionate he was about things, but there were times when you just wanted him to shut the fuck up. 

And now was one of those times. 

Wade had been talking for a solid 5 hours. Well 5 hours that you knew of, considering that’s when you got home from work. You think you could stand the constant stream of word vomit if it had at least been consistent but Wade had been jumping from topic to topic too quickly for your exhausted mind to keep up. 

Your temples pounded with the beginnings of a migraine that was being compounded by your boyfriend’s loud voice. You groaned and sunk further into the old mattress of your bed as Wade made another lap of the apartment, still talking while stuffing his face with the pizza you picked up on the way home. “Wade, do you want to play a game?” That stopped him in his tracks for just long enough to answer you.

“What game?” 

“The quiet game.” You answered simply.

“Fuck no. Anyway, like I was saying-“ And he was off again. You groaned quietly, digging the butt of your palms into your eyes as if that would stave off the inevitable headache. 

Food couldn’t stop him, neither could sleep. You supposed you could call Cable to rip out his voice box again but the last time that happened he had a weird baby voice for like a day and it made the whole thing even worse. There was that one time when you let him fuck your ass where you thought he had died because he just stopped talking.

“That’s it!” You slid from the bed in a greatly uncoordinated manner and approached your boyfriend. He stopped pacing as you approached, but his mouth never stopped moving. With one good shove, he collapsed onto the couch and you slipped to your knees before him. 

“Oooo am I getting head? What have I done to deserve this? It must have been because of my morning treat.” You angrily ripped his ratty sweatpants down his muscular legs, exposing his rapidly hardening cock to you.

“Will you just shut up and let me go down on you?” Immediately his mouth snapped shut at your snarl and you were graced with a blissful silence. “Thank you, now let me work.” You palmed his erection briefly before giving a kitten lick to his tip, licking up the small drop of pre-cum that gathered there. 

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