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âI didnât realize you were running some sort of bed and breakfastââ He looked to the reader. âGood service, great pillows, weâve got to find out where she got themââ But like clockwork, Deadpool focused on the scene once more. âCan you just serve me these pancakes so I can avoid the bald-headed mother fucker who trying to make me join his boy band of rejects?â
   âIf I were running a bed and breakfast then I need to start charging people for actually coming and eating and staying.â the brunette speaks in the others direction, frowning slightly at him before tugging down the shirt that she was wearing over her thighs, not overly wanting the oil to jump up and hit her. âbald-headed mother fucker? iâm guessing youâre referring to the guardians of the galaxy.â the brunette spoke as she began to flip the pancakes that were in the frying pan. âthereâs syrup if you want that, or ice cream and other bits if thatâs what youâre feeling..or you could just have it dry..kind of like the sex youâve been having.â















