Wade Wilson/Deadpool x gn!reader
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| A/N: Sorry for not posting in a while yall, I had a huge test this month and needed to lock in 😮💨 Writing this lil thing for my man tonight, cuz it's just atrocious out here... wrong tagging for fics w/ completely diff characters, almost no content to begin with... Baby deserves better
✧ Dating Deadpool is a once in a lifetime kind of experience. There’s no one else quite like him, and when you finally get past the brazen jokes and his terrifying collection of weapons, you find a man that’s sweet and funny and adores you to bits.
✧ It takes a little while for Wade to feel at ease with taking his mask off around you… charisma and loudness aside, there is a part of him that fears the moment you see his true face, you’ll never want to see him again. It wouldn’t be the first time someone ran for the hills, and the thought of you following suit is enough to keep the mask on. The day he shows you- the day you tell him he’s still handsome and you aren’t going anywhere- is the day he falls in love.
✧ Even when he’s away on missions he still makes time to check in with you, whether that’s through facetime or spamming you with texts. He’s not shy to let you know just how much he misses your company and how hard he’s gonna hug (ahem) you when he comes home. If he’s been gone for longer than a week, you’ll often wake up to 10+ sickly sweet couple memes sent to you, like the ones of two cats sleeping together and cuddling. He’s a man in love, what is he to do?
✧ The banter is on a whole other level. Flirty, witty, teasing and insanely funny; it’s nothing like you’ve ever known before, and nothing you would ever trade. If you can keep up with the infamous Merc with a Mouth and give it right back to him, he’ll be swooning over you like a cat in heat.
✧ He’s a big fan of petnames, and the cheesier they are the better. Poohbear, honeybuns, peanut, smooshiepoo; in your boyfriend’s eyes, there is no such thing as “too cringey”.
✧ Wade has serenaded you on a couple occasions, and yes there was a dance number involved.
✧ Loves it when you take his clothes and wear them outside or around the house. There’s something incredibly intimate and domestic about seeing how his clothes fit on your body, and it just makes him feral. (He steals your underwear in return—it’s only fair after all).
✧ Speaking of clothes, Wade is enthusiastic about matching with you. You have plenty matching t-shirts and hoodies scattered in your wardrobe, some more appropriate than others. It’s like he makes it an objective to get the most tasteless and publicly unacceptable ones to add to your collection. For example, he got you a shirt that says ‘I beat my meat’ in big bold letters, and a matching one for him that says ‘Hi, I’m meat.’ He pouted until you finally relented and wore it (the stares you both got that day were uncountable).
✧ He even got you your very own Deadpool costume so you could match him. His cuteness aggression that day was something else, and you were lovingly dubbed his babypool. Some of those adoring kisses did turn to bites.
✧ He is constantly looking at you with so much adoration and love, his eyes might as well be big red hearts. He’ll cup your cheek and kiss your face like you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen.
✧ His love language? All of them, all the time. He brings you little trinkets and snacks whenever he can, and he has your coffee/tea order memorized. He’s constantly curious about the things you enjoy and like to do, and so it’s easy for him to remember when it comes to giving you gifts.
✧ Will genuinely, actually squeal if you get him/do something for him in return. He’s feeling down and you bring him a chimichanga? He mentions wanting something sweet and you make him some cookies? Oh, there’s tears in his eyes.
✧ He’ll draw pictures of you two together and hang them up on the fridge for you to find in the morning. Some are… more explicit than others.
✧ Dating the Deadpool is never boring, and you get exactly what you see. He’s always dragging you on late night adventures that end up with you two in places you’ve never been before, completely lost. One time he told you to come to the roof and he was waiting for you inside a helicopter. Yes, it was stolen. Surprisingly though, his dates can be very thoughtful and sweet, and he makes it a point to plan them often to keep the spark alive.
✧ It’s so easy to forget that your carefree and silly man is a mercenary sometimes… until it isn’t. Anybody who makes you feel uncomfortable or scared is promptly taken care of, and a part of you is almost too nervous to ask for details. You’ll never forget the deranged look in his eyes when a lowlife creep hit on you that one time…
DEADPOOL loves squirting. He’s vocal about most things, but this gets him excited like no other. Fucking up into your cunt like his life depends on it, he knows his tip is brushing that sweet spot inside you that edges you closer to his goal. He can hear it in the pitch of your voice, see it in the curl of your toes suspended in the air, his baby’s gonna squirt—all over him. “Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah, baby. That’s what I want- you know what I want.” he’s encouraging you through it, watching it build as your nose scrunches up, your elegant brows furrow into a twisted knitted mess on your skewed features. That long lethal length of his plowing through your gooey pussy, shoving wet drooly sounds out of you. “C’mon- c’mon, baby. I see it in your eyes, don’t be shy. Give it to me—that’s right, give it to me.” Your hole clenches, fluttering as the tension breaks, pushing out a hot spray of squirt as you cry out. He moans with you, loud and relieved, a chorus of release as you squirt pours out of you and down the front of his pants. “Yeah, baby! Yeah, that’s my girl!” Spurts force out of your convulsing body, aided by his bolstering heartiness, dribbling down your inner thighs as he slows his plunge into your poor pussy and using his dick to massage your insides. “Oh, that’s my pretty baby… Gettin’ me all wet.”
This isn’t set in the movieverse, so no Reynolds Deadpool or Holland Peter. It's more comicverse. What comic? Idk, just that setting.
We're moving houses, so I’ve been looking for paint for my walls. I can’t decide on a color though.
Written as a ramble, because I'm tired.
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Imagine dating both Peter and Wade and being the only one not involved with their nightlife. You are no hero, and you are definitely not a villain or any kind of anti-hero. You are just a guy.
Or, well. You are mostly just a guy. Wade has taught you how to use a lot of different weapons, or martial arts, just in case you need it. Peter does his best to keep you prepared too, cuz you never know.
But all in all, just a guy. You worked at the daily bugle, which was where you met Peter back in the day. At some point you quit, not being able to put up with J.J Jameson and his bull.
Luckily, you have a mercenary boyfriend who makes a lot of money if he wants to, so you get to do what you feel passionate about. And Wade? All he asks in return is you get to watch you work as he sighs dreamily every five minutes.
That, and he wants you to fuck him stupid on the regular. Anything from just giving him a hand here and there, to tying him to a cross and whipping him (if you’re into that). Wade is up for just about anything, anywhere, anytime.
Peter’s a bit more downlow about it. He’s got a wild libido, but nothing you can’t deal with (mainly cuz Wade gets plowed when they go on patrol, multiple times some days. They send voice messages, so you don’t feel left out).
Wade is the one who takes it most days, because of course Wade would love to get taken from both sides by his boyfriends, or both of you in the same hole. He's always a bit lacking when it comes to prep though, as Wade claims his healing factor will fix him.
Peter doesn’t mind being in the middle, but really, he likes when it’s you are Wade more. He likes loving on you both, and then making you both think you’re seeing heaven from how many times he makes you cum.
No matter who though, the aftercare is great. Even when they, or one of them, return from patrol worked up, angry and barely able to keep it together. It’s something you three had to discuss in the beginning of the relationship, to make sure everyone felt fulfilled.
It can go the other way though. Like the times your boyfriends just off and leave during the night, or don’t make it dates or dinners. You have had to make so many excuses for them over the years.
Peter and Wade always do their best to make it up for you, in any way you may need. Even if it’s just cleaning the apartment, or giving you some time, or worshipping you all over and leaving you so positively worn out that you forget why you were angry in the first place.
Wade feels insecure about his body, a lot. Not just his body, but also his voice, his lack of hair, his eyes, his teeth, his personality, everything. And like Wade, he always hides it behind humor or by being over the top in bed. The clearest sign though, is that he’s not willing to take his mask off.
On days like this, you and Peter have to put your heads together and make a plan. Something to make Wade feel loved, feel attractive and feel wanted.
Some days all Wade needs is for you both to jerk off in his face and coo compliments at him. But on other days, Wade won’t even let you look at him. But he still likes to watch, even if he does it by hiding in the closet.
You and Peter figure out that what works when he’s like this, is for you both to share a silicone sleeve. Something you can both fuck into, you seated in Peters lap so he can hold you when you get too overstimulated.
As long as Wade can see what you guys are doing, and hear how you both moan and compliment him the entire time. It's only when you are left shaking and wrung dry, and Peter is panting and sweaty, that Wade will slowly climb out the closet and up the bed.
Peter though, the planner he is, always makes sure there’s just enough juice in your tank that you can get hard again. Enough that Wade can sink down on you as Peter gets behind him, and pushes in beside you.
Even when you are sobbing from overstimulation, and love for the two men above you, you still make sure to express how much you love them. It gets hard to understand you from how wobbly your voice gets, but Wade and Peter both find it cute, so it’s fine.
Wade finally gets his mask off to kiss you both, right before he tumbles over the edge. He won’t stop moving his hips until you and Peter fill him, Wade needs it. At least he pats your cheek and tells you that you’re doing so good.
Afterwards, you always pull Wade down for cuddles as Peter gets you guys cleaned up, both to love on Wade some extra, and so Peter can do a few paces around the apartment to calm down again, because of course he’s still hard.
So yeah, your ears are ringing and you can taste color and see sound, but it’s all good. Peter and Wade both seem happy and satisfied, as you all three cuddle on the now clean sheets (yes peter lifted both of you with one arm to change them).
Wade gets to sleep in the middle, but at some point throughout the night, it always becomes Peter. You? You sleep like the dead, and wake up dehydrated and worn out. At least you have two very hot boyfriends there to take care of you.
imagine asking wade if he still likes you when he’s literally inside you LMAOOO I just know he’d be so flabbergasted
i know a normal people fan when i see one (18+, fluff)
but jokes aside, and dicks inside, wade would likely get whiplash; his head turning so fast he can hear a crack in his neck, staring at you like you're crazy because just seconds ago you'd been running your gentle hands over his skin. your fingers brush against the divots of his scarred skin, your cheek pressed to his chest, humming softly, close enough that your lashes tickle whenever you blink.
wade's a little out of breath, sticky with sweat, and miraculously, rendered speechless. to others, a rarity, but with you, while still rare, is more frequent, especially after sex.
sure, he drops a joke or two, but there is a window where wade likes to sit there, holding you, skin against skin, in silence; listening to the sounds of your shaky breaths as you come down from your high, the sounds of the bedsheets ruffling with slow movements from the both of you, even the sounds of the old crackly fan on his ceiling.
and so, in that small window of silence, the two of you lay there in a warm embrace, listening to each other's heartbeats as wade's dick slowly softens inside you.
but then that small window starts to close, the silence breaking with you. you shift, turning to press your chin against wade's chest while looking up at him, "hey," you whisper, a smile growing against your lips.
"hi," he whispers back to you, but he continues to stare at the window, watching the soft light of the rising sun peeking in through the white lace curtains you picked out, a part of you in the dingy apartment he shared with blind al.
"we've officially gone at it all night. fucking like rabbits. and i can't believe i'm saying this but, i'm fucking spent. i might need a few weeks to recover. i asked for a bone and you threw a whole skeleton at me, peanut."
you snort, rolling your eyes, "yeah, right."
"okay, fine, a week is too long." wade hums, he finds your hair and runs his hand over it, twirling a strand around his finger, "i'll be good as new by tonight or at least by the time you scroll to read another fic of me, of course."
you're still staring at him, and wade, ever the observant, notices. he shifts, sits up, holds onto your waist, and brings you up with him. you have to bite your tongue to hold back a moan, sensitive to the way he's touching you, the way his dick keeps you full.
wade raises his brows (or at least, where his brows would be), "what? is there something on my face? i know i'm ugly but i thought we were past that. your staring is making me a little self conscious, sweetbuns."
"wade?"
"yes, cupcake?"
"do you like me?"
"what-?" he stares at you, eyes wide and nearly popping out of his head. "do i- what? what the fuck kind of stupid ass fuck ass question is that? you think i don't like you? we literally fucked all night. literally did every position in the book. i let you peg me! you might be the only person on earth that matches my freak-"
"yeah, i know but-"
"bitch, i'm literally still inside you."
that's when you can't help but laugh, grinning against his neck when he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. you love the way his body emits warmth, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer like you want to live inside his skin.
wade holds you, his cheek pressing against the top of your head. and he groans loudly when you say, "you never answered my question."
"oh my god," he huffs dramatically, "of course i fucking like you. like no shit."
A/N: I like writing angsty stuff and this movie provided me with the best possible scenarios <3 hehehe I love wolverine
Warnings: Cussing, mentions of blood
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It wasn’t an ideal love story that brought you back to Logan.
Being a mutant with incredible healing abilities and a broken heart made it so easy for Stryker to capture you. Your Wolverine had been the one to rescue you from the clutches of Stryker and the horrible fate that loomed over your head. All the days of experiments and cold rooms where you’d be injected with who knows what, it all lead to him.
But you always had to remind yourself that Logan had gotten you out, made you a X-Men, but found the brutal truth of how dangerous it was to be loved by you.
You loved deeply and endlessly, like a void waiting for eternity to be loved and to love. Logan was exactly what your heart desired for years.
Someone who could never die, never leave you.
Fighting alongside each other became a beautiful symphony. And God protect anyone who caused you harm, because Logan would only see red and slice them to pieces. It was a miracle none of the X-men had been torn to shreds, but Scott always came close.
The team would always joke about your relationship, saying how could an innocent soul be in love with such a brute like Wolverine.
But Logan knew the only way he could breathe was to be with you, to hold you, to kiss and love you.
He would always find his way to you no matter the circumstance.
Beast was holding you in the infirmary because he wanted to run tests? Logan was there.
Storm and Jean wanted to have a girls night? Logan was sitting outside the room in case anything happened.
Scott was training you in hand to hand combat? Logan was definitely there.
Your world consisted of him and him only.
And maybe that is why it hurt so much when he let your entire team die, because you had not made them your whole world.
You had been away on a mission by yourself when you received the news of their passing. You returned to a bloodied home, no sign of Wolverine to be found.
Life began to blur after what happened. You had to go into hiding, because people blamed you for what happened, too. And there was no one there to stop you from spiraling into a flurry of self hatred.
Hatred for what you had become. A love sick puppy so consumed with Logan only. Maybe if you had been there, maybe if you hadn’t put so much trust in him, maybe if you could have taken the hits for your team.
And the thought that stuck with you the most, if you had been there, screaming for help - would Logan had only saved you and left the rest to die?
Because the love you shared was slowly becoming so obvious to you that it was not pure or natural, but rather so simple it would have made you and Logan public enemy number one.
But you supposed that had already happened, too.
Your mutant abilities were the only thing you had left, so you consumed yourself in underground work. Becoming exactly what the X-men had fought against.
Shedding your uniform, you had to separate yourself from the X-men because people recognized you too easily. It was hard to find any work where people wanted a tainted mutant.
You tried your hardest to not let every moment be consumed by the thought of Logan. He had never reached out to you after the event, despite the grief between you so overwhelmingly strong. He couldn’t face you and love someone who would have stepped through hell and back for him.
He felt as if he didn’t deserve it.
So time continued to pass as the bond between the two of you was severed so deeply that it was suffocating to be apart.
But it wasn’t until Deadpool showed up to your apartment that you were finally addressing your past.
“Leave, now. I’m not hearing any of your bullshit.” You tried to close your door but he stopped it.
“Please, c’mon. I need you! Wolverine needs you!”
You tensed at the mere mention of him. “If he needed me so desperately, it is far too late for him to come back.”
“But you’re his one and only, for fuck’s sake! Every variant I’ve met of him has had a you stalking around like a lap dog. You know how many of you’s have beaten the shit out of me?” He rambled on, and you rolled your eyes.
“I don’t care to understand what you’re saying, so goodbye, Wade!”
Deadpool sighed before kicking the door in and stabbing you through the chest with one of his blades. You stared at him in shock and couldn’t register anything as he flung you over his shoulder into an orange portal.
You landed on a hard ground that pushed the blade out of you. “Wade, you’re a dead man.”
He stepped through the portal and leaned over your body. “Sorry about that, but I can’t die so you’re stuck with not only me, but Wolverine!”
Deadpool giggled and ran off, making sure to rip the blade out of your stomach. You winced but felt your regeneration cells working to stitch you back together.
Slowly sitting up, you spat out blood.
“I tried to tell him not to bring you into this.”
You froze at the voice you fought to forget, willing calm into your fast beating heart.
Sitting up fully only made your legs wobble and your head spin. But you had to look up into the eyes of the man you still loved.
Logan looked different, healthier and happier. It only made you feel sick.
“I’ve been busy.” He said it so casually that it made you want to slap his chest for the lack of greeting. “Wade gave me a second chance. I helped save his world.”
“You haven’t seen me in years and you choose to brag?” You scoffed, removing your shirt to assess the damage Wade had done to your shirt.
Logan sucked in a breath as he took in your battle worn scars. Despite your healing factor, you still kept every scar from every wound you had endured.
He remembered the last time he saw you, you only adorned a few on your chest and stomach.
Now it was littered with them.
“You’ve been busy too, I gather?” Logan said with a hint of sarcasm.
You glared at him. “Why am I here?”
“Wade thought that I needed you.” He admitted it with such ease, like he knew it to be true in his heart.
“And? Do you need me?”
He hesitated before answering. “I’ve always needed you… and I think that’s why I let myself go for so many years. Because I knew that no matter what I did or said to you, you would never forgive me. I would always be the one who let our team die… let you go.”
“Well you’re right, because I never would forgive you. Not after abandoning all of us,” you choked out, the tears beginning to creep into the corners of your eyes. “I loved you fiercely, Logan. All it would have taken was one call during those first few days and I would have been there for you. We could’ve been healing together. But you chose this life of despair for both of us, Logan.”
“I know.” He said, his own eyes watering.
“I despise you.” You said, but your heart was breaking, letting out the true feelings. It was bleeding for him and for him only.
Logan stepped closer and you did not stop him.
“I want nothing to do with you.” You said, your voice cracking.
“I understand.” He said, five feet away from you now.
“I hate you.” You began to weep, the blood in your heart revealing what you wanted truly.
“I don’t blame you.” Logan closed the gap between the two of you, holding you close to his chest. You cried into his shoulder, holding on for dear life. “I’m never leaving you again.”
All you could muster was a small nod, your tears staining his shirt. His own were dripping onto the top of your head.
And in the empty apartment, you and Logan stood, holding onto each other.
logans claws coming out as he orgasms and he has our hands above our head
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Logan held your hands above your head as his hips rolled against yours. His pace frequently changed between frantically snapping his hips, chasing his high, and then slowly, teasingly thrusts into you as he mocked your whines.
He told you before you guys started to not touch his your tits and especially do not touch his your pussy "only I get to touch, ain't that right princess", but you just wouldn't listen so he moved his hands from your hips and the headboard of the bed to your wrists and that's where he was anchoring himself as he got lost in your warmth.
His head is nuzzled into your neck, he can feel his eyes roll back far into his skull as your scent flood his senses " fuck m'gonna cum princess i just fuck-" his voice is muffled but you can hear it clearly, you squirm trying to get out of his grip but the more you squirm the tighter his hold gets.
Moans pour from his lips when he feels you tighten around him, he nearly screams out as you cum around his cock for the third time that night. Before he could warn you that he was going to cum, he already was.
Your eyes widen when you catch a glimpse of silver from the corner of your eye, and you stutter his name "L-Logan?" He hums with his eyes close. He can't bring himself to pull out just yet, let alone move off of you. He can't remember the last time he came that hard, if he ever had before. "Give me a second darlin" he mumbled and as he goes to kiss the bruising skin of your neck he can feel the familiar sensation of discomfort coming from his knuckles and that makes him jump off of you faster than you could blink.
This never happened to him before. He was always hyper aware when it came to his claws when they were close to you or any past partners. He looked over to you, and you can see his eyes scan your body quickly. As he is trying to find any damage that could've come from his mutation, it felt like he couldn't breathe. When he sees that the only marks on your body are made from his mouth, his heart starts to beat once again. You open your arms, fake a pout and motion to him to come back to your shared bed, "come back pretty." his entire being seems to relax, and he allows himself to fall back into your arms.
"Give me ten, and I'll go make us food princess," he says as your hands begin to draw shapes on his back. "I'm okay with staying here for as long as you need pretty boy." You kiss his head, and he nuzzles back into your neck before resuming what he was doing before noticing that the claws ever came out. His heart soars as he hears your giggles and your protest of his kisses because his beard is just tickling you "too much."
