kiss + guts (like the organ :3) either bullsnikt or bullspool if you don’t mind!
They are a blood-soaked mess, suits torn and it's hard to tell how grievous any injury was. But undoubtedly Deadpool was the one who was worse off, as Bullseye never pulled his punches, and Deadpool always found himself unable to maim him. Not that he didn't give Lester a good ass-kicking.
"Heh, I won," Bullseye said and laughed, sprawled on the floor, as if he was making snow angels out of blood and gore.
"Nuh-uh, buddy. You got off," Deadpool retorted, indicating that the tent thar Lester had pitched had reduced to a stain. Not that he himself was in any hurry to stand or do anything really. But it was Lester who was a freak about fighting. Okay, that kind of freak.
"Yanno you could at least gimme a kiss when ya hit it and quit it," Deadpool whined performativly as he tried to tuck his guts inside his stomach cavity again. As if this kind of fight didn't with a 90% accuracy spell that they would have sex later. Once Lester was geared up he didn't land until he'd gotten off repeatedly.
"Bossy." Lester huffed, then tongued the space where a tooth used to be. He'd spat it at him a good 20 minutes ago. But then he rolled on his side and rested his head on Deadpool's hip, right at the edge of the healing wound he'd inflicted on him.
"Cuddles get to wait until I have a spinal cord that's attached all the way."
But Lester's simply grabbed a coil of intestine and brought it to his broken lips, giving it a kiss. "There, kissed it all better."
Deadpool couldn't help himself and burst into laughter, petting Lester's bald head with geniune affection.
"Hey, wanna go out for hot dogs later?"
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