warnings: smut obv, PiV, praise kink, degradation kink, reverse cowgirl, reader is called a slut, fluff at the end, idk what else..
also whoever requested this is so relatable.
“fuck baby,” logan throws his head back, hands behind his head as he watches you ride his dick. “so good. damn baby you’re so good.”
you place your hands just above logan’s knees, needing leverage with how close you are and how tired your whole body is.
“jesus, logan! i’m so close!” you squeak out, gripping his legs harder, near drawing blood.
you feel logan’s calloused hands rest firmly on your hips, guiding you up and down on him, “yeah you keep screaming for me, doll. i bet you everyone in this mansion can hear your right now. scott, ororo, jean, everyone.”
you let out a whine, moving your hips faster, just about as fats as they’ll go. 
“you like that though, right peach? how all your friends can hear what a mess you are for me, yeah?” he groans, chasing his own release, “such a slut f’me, damn.”
you let out a pornographic moan, “oh fuck, logan! i can’t take it!” you bite your lip hard, using the last bit of strength you have in you to move faster.
“easy peach,” logan soothes, rubbing your ass. “you can take it, you’re gonna take it.”
you whine once more, louder this time as you release over logan, erupting a groan from deep in his throat as he came inside of you.
your whole body gives out, slumping tiredly over logan’s legs. he reaches forward for your hips, pulling out slowly before lifting you up to face the right direction.
too tired to object, you follow whatever he does, draping an arm over his torso and resting your head on his chest.
“you did so good f’me, doll,” logan coos, petting over your soft hair slowly.
“i love you.”
“i love you, too, peach.”
☹️ im so bad at writing smut so i HAD to put fluff at the end to satisfy myself
Can I request headcanons for Remy, Logan, Wade, and Kurt would think about his gender neutral s/o asking him if they can hold his hand or arm if they're scared before watching a scary Halloween movie please?
Headcanons: Remy, Logan, Wade, and Kurt on their Gender-Neutral S/O Asking to Hold Their Hand/Arm Before a Scary Halloween Movie
Remy LeBeau (Gambit)
Playful Teasing: The second you ask Remy if you can hold his hand or arm, a sly grin spreads across his face. He loves that you're trusting him to comfort you, but he's gotta tease you a little first.
“Oh, chère, scared already? We ain’t even hit play yet,” he’d say with a chuckle, winking at you.
He’d definitely let you hold onto him, though, lacing his fingers with yours without hesitation. He might even wrap an arm around you, pulling you closer for extra security.
Protective Instincts: The idea that you're scared and coming to him for comfort sparks his protective side. He likes being someone you feel safe with.
During the movie, he’d periodically check on you with little side glances, making sure you're doing okay. If he feels you tense up during a particularly scary scene, he’d squeeze your hand reassuringly.
Subtle Bravery Boosts: Remy would quietly hype you up, whispering things like, “Ain’t nothin’ in the movie scarier than me, cher. You’re safe.”
And when you do grip his arm during a jump scare, he’ll smirk and say, “Got ya, didn’t it? Don’t worry, Gambit’s right here.”
Logan (Wolverine)
Soft Under the Rough Exterior: When you ask Logan if you can hold his hand or arm, he’ll grumble something like, “You don’t need to be scared of some movie.” But despite his gruff tone, he’ll offer his hand immediately, maybe even gently wrapping your hand in his big one.
He likes being your safe place, even if he’d never admit it.
Subtle Comfort: Logan’s not one for big shows of affection, but his way of comforting you would be to quietly let you hold onto him however you need.
If you’re holding his arm and you grip it a little tighter when things get intense, he won’t say anything—he might just move his arm closer, making it easier for you to lean on him.
Reassurance Through Actions: When the movie gets particularly scary, Logan might just nonchalantly place a hand on your shoulder or pull you closer without a word. He’s not big on verbal reassurance, but his actions speak volumes.
“Ain’t nothin’ in this movie that could stand up to me, so you’re safe,” he’d mutter at some point, just to remind you that, in real life, he’s scarier than any movie monster.
Wade Wilson (Deadpool)
Dramatic Acceptance: The moment you ask Wade if you can hold his hand or arm, he gasps dramatically. “Oh my God, yes! I thought you’d never ask!” He’s over-the-top with his excitement and will immediately hold out both arms, offering you the choice.
“Do you want this hand or this arm? Maybe both? Do you want to hold my entire body for comfort? I mean, I get it.”
Constant Commentary: While you're watching the movie, Wade will crack jokes about the scary parts to make you feel less afraid. He’ll probably act like he's also scared (even if he's not) just to bond with you over it.
“Oh no, babe! We’re in this together now! We’ll survive the haunted house, or at least... I'll be the bait.”
Affectionate Distraction: Whenever you flinch or squeeze his hand during a jump scare, Wade will use it as an excuse to get extra cuddly. He’d likely say, “See, this is why you date a man who can regenerate. I’ll just grow new limbs if the monsters get me first.”
He’ll hold your hand the whole time, though, genuinely loving that you trust him enough to reach out for comfort.
Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)
Gentle and Reassuring: The moment you ask Kurt if you can hold his hand or arm, he’d smile warmly and take your hand immediately. There’s no teasing or hesitation—he’s more than happy to be your source of comfort.
“Of course, mein Schatz,” he’d say, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He’s touched that you’d come to him when you're feeling scared.
Comforting Presence: Kurt would naturally move a little closer to you, maybe even drape his tail around your shoulders as a form of comfort. He’s so gentle and understanding that his presence alone would make you feel safer.
Throughout the movie, he’d whisper soft reassurances in German or English, saying things like, “It’s just a movie, love. You’re safe with me.”
Affectionate Gestures: When you grip his hand tightly during the jump scares, he’d blush a little but wouldn’t pull away. He’d lean in slightly, offering you his arm to cling to as well.
“I’m right here, always,” he’d murmur if you got especially tense, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hand to soothe you
CW: Unspecified relationship, date night with the merc
Experimentally- he was here.
Just experimentally. This didn’t mean anything. Two people, one dinner and an endless amount of useless small talk.
He disliked dates.
A sitting duck one word away from death- that’s what he felt like. He tried to shake off the feeling. He really did. He tried oh so very hard. But cmon- have some respect.
A mercenary? On a date? Are you insane?
Though maybe he was the insane one. Because here he fucking was.
Dressed up in the best suit he could find, looking at names of dishes so pathetically fancy it made him sick. Still he was here.
So he continued this stupid stupid ordeal by picking a red wine he knew nothing about.
His legs ached to move. This was so boring he’d rather watch paint dry. He knew everyone said that- but this time it was true. He was really that bored. Really. He was.
Why was he doing this then?
Good question.
No matter how much his legs begged him to walk out of the painfully nearby door, he couldn’t. No matter how much he’d love to just fall asleep, he couldn’t.
He couldn’t because he was here.
Had he been waiting for this moment?
No.
(Yes)
So a no?
The strange music made his back tense up. Okay strange was a bit unfair- it was classy. He didn’t like how it sounded. How it made him feel as though he should act in a specific way.
The thing he disliked most however was how you seemed to be pulling off the same act effortlessly.
He paid close attention to your movements, how you spoke to the waiters, how light the words you spoke were.
Whenever he said anything it felt like he was sinking into an ocean of French wines and words he didn’t quite understand- when you spoke…well. It was like watching a star.
Not in the cringey cheesy way. In the way where you stare at them from afar and see the chasm between you both. The light years dividing you. It was intimidatingly alluring and exactly what was keeping him chained to his seat.
It was hard to think. It really was. Even harder to say anything other than the impulsive intrusive ramblings that usually just lingered in his head. Now? Currently they were on fire.
(Please keep talking.) to me.
(Please keep moving) towards me.
(Please keep looking) at me.
Me. Me. Me.
God. He loved being the center of attention. He was a junkie for it. This couldn’t be compared to heroin or coke or alcohol or any other substances that had flowed through his body before.
Desperately he clawed his attention away from his thoughts, wanting to focus his all on the fleeting moment before him. Clutching onto it like an animal.
(But that’s all in my head though, isn’t it?) Yes, it is.
It was oh so hard to focus though. Even your words became a part of a strange clutter of noises. A brief extension as to what he was really looking to see, to hear.
For the first time in forever he wanted to hear someone. Listen to them. But not to their voice, no. If he could- he’d enter your mind. Entangle himself in it just as you’d done to him.
He didn’t like dates.
Because now he was sitting like a hunter. Silently watching a duck teetering on the edge of death. As you ask ‘what’s wrong?’ at the man who cannot hear you, he’ll just smirk. You’ll ask over and over, your tone louder and louder each time. You’ll get no answer. And then you’ll leave. And never speak to him again.
Except…you’re not? (Wait- really?) Yes, you’re still here.
The food had arrived long ago but neither one of you is eating. Locked in a gaze. Wait- locked? Does that mean?
Yes.
You’re looking back.
He smiled. And took a bite of whatever the hell he had ordered. It was good. Better than anything he’d ever had.
And after a moment, so did you.
He really didn’t like dates.
He really didn’t.
But he really liked you.
So after the date ended, on a high note at 11 past midnight, he sent you a text. One he’d never sent before.
I go by any pronouns so feel free to call me whatever you'd prefer. I made this account to make a specific series I had in mind called ‘No good alone’ since I've been sucked into the x-men community. (Alike many others after watching dp & WV)
I'm a goth bat with a love for anything nostalgic, vintage and indie. I live for good food and dark, quiet spaces.
I'm currently into a whole bunch of shit, but here's a list of the things I can remember.
- marvel content
- Deadpool
- Wolverine
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- TMNT
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- Comics
- Umbrella academy
- Shifting
- Anime
Etc..
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- Halle berry
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Etc..
I'm absolutely open to writing any sort of requests, asks or suggestions!! My account will have a bit of NSFW incorporated, but that's not all there is. DNI if it makes you uncomfortable. Until I get any feedback or suggestions, I'm currently just gonna keep working on my series. Hope you like it!! ♥️
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Reader is a mutant with telekinetic abilities. Wade invites her over for one of their usual movie marathons expect this time there isn't any movie watching....
Warnings: SMUT, Kinky sex, The word daddy isn't said but damn it's implied. Good after care.
Part two: https://padfootdaredmetoo.tumblr.com/post/663986564339286016/sleep-over-pt-2-wade-x-reader
It was a rare weekend off and you were going to spend it at Wade’s place. He had invited you over for Mexican and movies, normally events like this turned into you staying the night so you had your overnight bag packed. Memories of an easier time filled with sleepover parties ran through your mind.
Sleepovers with Wade were just as fun as they were painful. There was always a thick tension around you that was bearable when running around the city or when you were working on a task. Sitting on the couch next to him was a whole world of heightened senses… You thought about backing out as anxiety swirled in your stomach. As if he knew, you looked down at your phone buzzing.
WW: bb u on da way?
Y/N: Yessss just leaving
It was decided then. You shouldered your bag and headed out into the evening sun. The city looked sticky and lively at the same time.
To prevent everyone from getting burnt out, all the supers in New York put together a schedule. This weekend and week onward everything that went down in the city was the Fantastic 4’s problem. This was more of a relief to you and Peter as it was to Wade. So far with his free time he had taken up lots of little hobbies. This week's goal was knitting….
Just as you suspected pushing his door open, there was a rainbow tangle of yarn all over the place. A small smile crept on your face as you shut the door and placed your bag down in the cluttered entry.
“Honey I’m home” You called out in a sing-song voice and followed the deep laugh radiating from the kitchen. You walked in to see Wade in a tight faded T-shirt and hello kitty bottoms.
“I hope you brought your PJ’s babe because you are not going to be able to walk after this.” He gestured to two giant paper bags stuffed with delicious smelling food.
You laughed and felt your face get hot.
“I better get changed then.” You said with a wink
“Did you bring stuff? If not, I got some stuff that I can lend you.” He said while grabbing some glasses down from the cupboard.
The thought of lying your way into one of his giant comfy shirts crossed your mind… But you also knew how picky Wade was with materials that didn't bother his skin, and once that shirt was on your body there was no way he was getting it back.
“Yeah I know how these nights end. I’m prepared.” They didn't end the way you longed for, but they were a lot of fun nonetheless.
You grabbed your bag and changed in the bathroom. Having half the side of the house being windows normally by this hour the apartment was sweltering. Looking down at your tiny cotton shorts, you realized it was relatively chilly.
You walk down the narrow hall into the living room to see Wade outstretched on his spot on the couch.
“Why is it so chilly?” You said climbing into your spot on the other end of the couch. Settling in cross legged you saw that your half of the food was laid out in front of you on the coffee table.
“I finally got around to fixing the fucking AC. Turns out it wasn't as hard as i thought it would be”
“Really? What was wrong with it?” You started in on your food, while Wade scrolled through Netflix.
“Oh by not so hard I mean I looked at it and gave up. BUT the guy I got to come by and fix it was delightful.” Wade said absently. You couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy slide through you. Wade flirted with absolutely everyone, everywhere, and damn was he good at it.
“Hmm” You said in response with a mouthful of food.
“Hmm is right. Okay I’m feeling -insert movie here bc im trash - Hot dude, great car chase, at least three semi realistic explosions, and i'm pretty sure there's a hot & sexy make out scene for you in there somewhere”
You choked. Wade just laughed and slapped his hand on your back.
“Yeah I know what you like. Horn-dog” Or at least your 80% sure that's what he said because 99% of your brain was calculating the size of his hand and how good it felt pressed into your back. The majority of it was placed above the line of your tank top between your shoulder blades. Wade finally got over showing you his skin, but he never touched you. Ever. you’d never felt his skin before. So far it felt rough, and electrically charged.
When you registered his deep voice calling out to you, your face got even redder realizing your position probably made you look like a frozen T-rex holding a burrito.
“Yeah sorry, I'm good. Just. yeah sounds good. Who doesn't like a good make out scene.”
He tossed you a strange look but you kept your eyes glued to the TV.
“You're uncomfortable.” He stated in a low tone. No trace of his normal animated self.
“No. Nope. I'm not. I'm good.” you stammer out. He removed his hand from your back and winced at the loss of contact.
“Ah. I’m, uh, its not contagious. But I understand if you want me to cover up.” He said eyes unfazed staring at the tv.
“What?! Nono this has nothing to do with your skin.” You said trying to touch his arm, he moved it away before you had the chance. As if someone hit the restart button. He let out a laugh. But not one that made you relax any.
“Here you start, I’ll be right back and I’ll grab you a blanket.” Panic raced through you as your realized 6 months of progress was about to slip out of your fingers.
Not thinking with any portion of sanity, you thrust yourself towards him before he could stand up.
Great, literally throw yourself at the guy. That always works.
Obviously he saw you coming and decided to catch you, instead of standing up letting you flop on the couch, which was a good sign. You squirmed, righting yourself and ended up straddling his lap. Looking up at him his eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, with a slightly amused smirk on his face. You realized he was probably waiting for you to say something. Or maybe do something. You shuttered.
“Ugh. Your skin doesn't bother me. Really I don't mind one bit, I feel lucky that you trust me.” you whispered staring up in his eyes. For a moment there was a flash of hurt that ran through the deep blue.
“Well something bothered you.”
“Ugh just sometimes you flirt with me? Or like around me? Idk and i just-”
“So the flirting makes you uncomfortable” his forehead scrunched together and you could feel the concern radiating off of him. You’d always reciprocated, often pushing dirty jokes further.
“No. lord no don't stop that” You mentally slapped yourself. There was no way out of this that wasn't going to cause confusion and hurt. Honestly it is. You take a deep breath. He was still staring into your eyes so you know that he's witnessed your internal conflict.
“That only leaves me with one other possibility and I know it's not that so, why lie?” His eyes were sharp and yet he was chuckling. Cruel feelings made themselves at home, twisting like hot knives in your stomach. Fuck. You could feel tears start to prickle. This was such a mistake. You refused to meet his eyes, you could tell you had been caught.
“No, no way. Me. really?!” He asked lightheartedly like it was the world's funniest joke. Wade always found it hilarious when you would shoot down peoples advances, make all kinds of jokes about how you were saving yourself for the perfect person. Deciding you’d had enough of him watching you crumble, you made to get up. Thick arms held you in place.
“Look at me” He whispered, but there was nothing soft about the way he asked. Your wet eyes met his, but you couldn't understand his expression.
“Take a deep breath and calm down.” You hadn't realized that you were shaking.
“Look I have feelings for you. I have for a long time. Can you not be a dick about it?” You snapped without thinking. He met your fiery tone with an amused expression.
“Gosh don't be a dick. What kind of grand confession is this, don't you know how to treat a lady right?”
“Well this was forced out of me I was still scheming a way to tell you.” You replied shyly.
“Excuses.” You snorted, but before you could retort and fall back in your usual charged banter, your eyes fell on his pink lips. Just barely out of reach, you could easily force past his grip around your waist and take what you wanted.
“Look babe. I have no idea what's happened to you that would make you stoop this low. BUT, I'm a good friend and I would be happy to pay for your therapy. When you're in a better place I’ll even wing-man you around.” His tone was joking but his eyes held years of pain you had only caught glimpses of in passing stories he had opened up about.
“Don't want anyone else. And fuck you. I’m doing fine, I don't need therapy.” The last part was a lie. After 24 years of fighting and watching people die you were not probably not the poster child for being well balanced.
“You sure?” he pressed his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes leaning forward.
"I've never been so sure about something in my whole life." You whispered. His nose brushed yours and electricity shot through your body. You felt dizzy sharing the same air, every inhale thick with his scent. You were sure the whole apartment building could hear your heart hammering.
He leaned back. Your eyes shot open, you know you looked wrecked and nothing had even happened yet.
"Babe, I want this, trust me, I've wanted you since I met you. But I can't. I won't do this to you." He kissed your forehead
"You're going to end up hurt like everyone else-" the statement ran through your mind.
"Wade, I know what's at stake with these kinds of situations. Trust me I have lost plenty over the years."
"You're still so young though, you shouldn't know about all that, you shouldn't know what you want" His eyes were sad again.
"Does my age bother you?" You knew he was older than you by a bit but you never wanted to ask him. He snorted.
"No but it probably should." He said giving you a squeeze. Your whole body went on edge causing your heart rate to rise. Your eyes met again and he let out a sigh.
"You ever gonna give this up?" he asked softly
"As long as you don't specify that you don't like me that way. No chance. I'll follow you everywhere" He moved back in nice and slow putting your body back into is spastic state, breath hitched, eyes wide and blown out. This time he didn't pull away.
Chapped lips softly brushed yours causing your whole body to tighten. He kissed you like he was afraid you were going to break. You squeezed your thighs, and put your hands on his shoulders trying to move in closer but his arms kept you there in an iron grip. It was clear that the pace was non negotiable, and he was in charge. This concept only made you more desperate. He chuckled.
"Slow down, this is all new." He broke the kiss to whisper in your ear. Embarrassment flushed through you. It really wasn't new, you'd been with a few people before, nothing ever felt like this though. Were you that bad?
"It's not new to me" you slurred quietly. He kissed down your neck and sunk his teeth into flesh at the bottom of your neck. You let out a loud moan.
"It's been so long since someone looked at me like that." He placed a soft kiss over the spot.
"Just wanna take my time with you"
You let out a strangled sound in response. His words caught you off guard. No one had ever been this soft with you, it's definitely not what you were expecting from Wade.
You had never felt this naked. Strong hands ran up along your sides causing you to shiver. His thumbs came up to brush along your cheek bones and settled on either side of your face. The kiss shifted to something deeper. His tongue slowly made its way into your mouth causing you to let out a deep moan. You could feel the edges of his mouth pull into a smirk.
He knew he had complete control, a thought that made you fall even deeper into this hot mess and made you feel a little afraid. You were momentarily grateful that he didn't just let you rip his clothes off like you'd wanted. You could barely breathe as it was.
Reading you like a book he pulled away so you could catch your breath. He tilted your head back getting better access to your throat. You could feel every nip and open mouth pull on your skin right down to the core of your stomach. Your moans only made him bite harder.
"You still sure about this? Unlike you I know how to treat a lady. I wanna do this right. Take you out and stuff." His voice was deep and husky.
"Technically you bought me dinner" you said giving a sly smile.
"That was before all of this. So it doesn't count" he motioned between the two of you.
"So then this" you copied his movement "Is an official thing" you had an idea what the answer was but you wanted him to say it. A part of you knew that he still had doubts.
"You think I'd play tonsil hockey like that with just anyone?!" His voice was filled with mock offense. You thought about it for a second.
"Well. Yeah kinda actually."
"You're right. See not special enough."
You laughed and he caught your lips into another heavy kiss. He finally pulled your hips in close enough that you could move against him with delicious friction. This time it was his turn to moan. A sound that almost made you faint.
He rolled you both so he was laying on his back with you still straddling him. This left room for even more grinding. It wasn't long till you were out of breath again. He looked at you with hungry eyes, his hands were on your hips. You bit your lip when you felt the rough skin of this thumbs sliding across your skin to sit just under your waistband.
"This okay?"
"Mmmhmmm" you hummed, holding your breath.
"Not good enough. I wanna hear you say it" he replied in a dark tone.
"Please Jesus"
"Not the name I normally go by, but hey I'm not gonna judge you if you're into some kinda kinky biblical stuff"
"WADE I SWEAR TO G-" his thick fingers made their way down into your shorts and through your folds causing your voice to get stuck in your throat.
"Fuck" you breathed followed by a bunch of incoherent noises.
"Good girl" he whispered in your ear and you let your forehead fall to rest on the arm of the couch next to his. You were not going to last long.
"Wade Wade ah" he got the idea and you had a fleeting moment of peace, before those fingers traveled south and dove into the hot wet mess they had made. Slowly two thick fingers made their way deep inside you causing you to bite down onto his shoulder. You could feel the texture of his scars and it only made you hungrier for him to fill you properly.
You wanted to verbalize this need. Rip his pants off and take what you wanted, but before your hands could start their own path of destruction, his hand was around the base of your neck. All the air rushed out of your lungs.
"Stay put. Don't worry about me." He practically growled, his fingers loosened around your neck.
"No don't -" you panted, his fingers tightened again and you felt yourself start to float.
"Fuck your so hot baby. So tight, n sensitive. Fucking your self on my fingers" His words only pushed your further. His fingers shifted their position inside you and you felt his thumb start moving against your clit. You screamed out, and begged him not to stop. You could feel the tightness inside you start to become overwhelming.
“Wade - Please - can - ah - fuck - cum” Your voice didn't sound like yours anymore
“Such a good girl for asking. Course you can baby, cum for me baby girl.” He coaxed while tightening the grip around your neck. It was everything you needed to crash over the edge. Your whole body seized up for what felt like forever, burning heat spreading through you.
Suddenly the twisting grip inside you lessened leaving you to return to your body, the hand around your neck changed from gripping, to cradling the base of your head, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. You felt him slide out of you, snapping your waist band loudly before licking his fingers clean.
“Fuck you taste good.” You didn’t realize that your whole body and most of the apartment were shaking.
“Ah sorry” You tried to get up, but his second arm found its place holding you down across your back.
“Just relax.” He murmured. You tried to relax your muscles but couldn't stop the shaking. He sat up taking you with him and stood up carrying you. On the tour to wherever he was taking you, you could see the mess you made of the place, items rattling harder the more embarrassed you got.
He placed you on an incredibly soft bed, your muscles seized at the thought of him leaving you. One hand on your chest the other found something in a drawer. You didn't understand what was happening till you felt a soft washcloth sliding down between your legs. He pulled your shorts back into place and slid into bed next to you. Heavy blankets were pulled up over you and you were pulled and pressed against Wade’s body.
“Sorry I don't know what happened I just-” you mumbled into his warm chest.
“Shhh none of that. Don't take this the wrong way but you don't really seem to relax. Like ever.”
“It's hard for me. But people haven't ever been like that with me before either.” You felt your body shutter as the thoughts of what he was like ran through you. No one ever made you feel small, or this safe.
“Like what?” Wade seemed oddly tense.
“Just soft. But also really not soft. Like you're in charge, but not scary like.”
“And you like that?”
“A lot. Too much. You made me feel all floaty and I guess I accidentally took everything in your place with me.”
“It was quite the show.” He laughed.
“Did you like it? I haven't even - you - i should-” You tried to move but those delicious muscles fired around you keeping you in your place, you couldn't help butler out a soft moan. Wade laughed.
“Babe we got all night. Technically an entire week. I mean you’d be taking me away from my knitting, but considering that no one’s corrupted you with the world of kinky shit, I'm willing to make an exception.”
“Oh really, strictly for educational purposes”
“Of course”
“You're so generous.”
“Just you wait.” He pressed his lips into your forehead. You just laid there like a cat in a sunbeam, basking in his warmth.
🍎Wade loves apple bobbing. What is there not to like about ducking your head into a bucket trying to achieve an apple. There are so many endless opportunities.
🍎Wade is proud to admit that he's perfectly talented at using his mouth to achieve things. Although Wade does question how he managed to become so good at it so quickly.
🍎 Wade is good at giving encouragement, although it tends to be in true Wade Wilson style. WIth many dirty innuendoes and encouraging pet names.
🍎Wade is more than willing to fight off anyone who tries to call you a cheater or tries to cheat. Wade being literally invisible, he doesn't mind taking a bullet or two.
🍎When it's Wade's turn, all he can hear is your encouragement and Wade can't feel any more proud of you. He loves how you're unapologetic as you cheer him on.
🍎Wade shocking everyone when he manages to fit two apples in his mouth at once.
🍎Wade is extremely proud of himself and he wants you to see how talented he is. This has you called him 'your dork' Wade is ecstatically happy about that.
🍎Wade asks if the two of you can do this when you get home. You think he's joking, he's not.
🍎While you acknowledge his request, you don't know how you are going to actually do it.
🍎 Lastly, two of you turn it into a drinking game. For every apple either one of you collects, the other takes a shot which sounds simple enough. Except. Wade has a high metabolism so he struggles to get drunk. Which means you lose every time.
🍎Which is why you vow to get a hold of a liquor strong enough for wade to drink. Perhaps Thor can give you some of his Asgardian mead.
Being Negasonic Teenage Warhead's S/O, and her constantly texting you even in the middle of a fight.
"Oh no, by all means finish your texting your girlfriend, Sinead O'Connor. It's not like we're in the middle of something here. I swear if I didn't ship you two so much I'd be way more pissed off-"
Deadpool said, turning back to face their opponent who was getting more furious by the second.
"Yeah, um, bad guy we're gonna need a moment. Don't want Y/N to feel ignored here."
