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super-marvel-dc · 2 months
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Steve: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.
Bucky, Wade, and Y/N: Ok.
Steve: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.
Bucky: Bold of you to assume I have money.
Y/N: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.
Wade: Bold of you to assume I can die.
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shockedemojiatsv · 2 months
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M reader breeding deadpool with so much cum? 😩
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▪︎■☆One More, Please☆■▪︎
☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞
☆ amab!bot!Deadpool / amab!dom!reader
☆ short-ish
☆ sorry for the delay~~ again-....
°○☆NSFW under the cut☆○°
"Holy- fucking– SHIT" Wade sobs. Your fingers having to stuff his mouth to get him to shut up because goddamn is he loud! And you're not planning on getting yelled at by your land lady by tomorrow.
It's not his fault, really. Not when you have your dick buried inside him. Warm and wet and Jesus christ, whyd you have to be so big? Your cock was rubbing up against spots he never knew he thought would still work like it used to. He's not complaining, not at all. When he pushes his ass to get a little more of your girth inside of him. Slamming his prostate repeatedly in the process. Wade's cock rutting against the sheets, in rhythm to your own rough movements.
He's panting like a dog with half of his face buried into the pillow. Screaming like a little bitch even with your fingers seldomly choking him. ("Just the way he liked it" Wade reassures you beforehand almost all the time).
The more you move the more he feels another wave, euphoria crashing down like a 7.0 magnitude of an earthquake. He shivers when he cums. Screams while having a death grip on the poor poor sheets. Coating the material in his liquid again. And again... and again... you had the stamina, he had the sex drive. The 4th time he cums, you joined him in harmony. Filling him to the brim again. And a certain amount also flowing out of his hole and sliding down his thighs.
When your dick leaves his cum stuffed body, Wade shivers when he feels even more of your fluids drip down his thighs and onto the sheets. Trying to use the rest of his energy to bring his ass even higher and present himself to you.
"Cmon... one more one more pretty pleaseeee" He'll whine. Just like last time. He isn't stopping until either of you tap out.
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dreorig · 7 months
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Oh wow, you just happen to be taller and broader than your mercenary boyfriend!
[ deadpool x dom male reader | nsfw under the cut | had this sitting in my drafts for a while now so uhhh forgive any mistakes :P ]
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First things first. He thinks that's so hot of you.
He brags about you to everyone. Everyone. Random people, someone's he's fighting with, a friend; they all will hear about how handsome and tall Wade's boyfriend is.
Wade gets heart eyes when you both are in public and you hold his waist or hug him from behind. A subtle possessive squeeze on him will also do the job.
Wade will steal your clothes. He is 6'2, do you seriously think he'd ever have another chance to feel smaller in someone else's clothes anytime soon? Yeah, he's not losing this chance.
How many times can he ask to arm wrestle with you until you threaten to cut his vocal chords?
"So we can't get to decide what we're getting for dinner and we both want different things..." "Wade—" "There's only one way to solve this situation..." "Wade. No." "ARM WRESTLING!" "NO."
You will give him piggy backs and carry him around in bridal style either you like it or not. It's a demand.
He jumps at you randomly. First time he did that he jumped from behind, but you didn't know that was him, so your instincts made you grab that apparently stranger and throw him across the room, making him hit a wall. Wade fell even more for you right then and there.
Wade was mesmerised. You desperate; so you ran towards him, already chanting an infinite amount of sorry's. "Shit. Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to—" your apology was interrupted by the sound of Wade's laugh, which took you aback a little. Wade jumped to his feet and into your arms, this time you caught him properly. He wrapped his legs around your waist and arms around your neck, his chest still trembling with laughter. "Do you know how unbelievably hot that was? Never stop manhandling me."
Wade can reach the top shelves just fine but will ask you to grab the things instead. He just wants to enjoy his tall dog privilege.
He will always go to the gym with you if he's not busy re-killing former US presidents, slaughtering some asshole or pestering Logan. Hell, Wade loves to see your muscles flexing and your sweaty self after a good workout.
Asking you to pick him up (like this) became a part of your workout routine. He giggles and melts in your hold because he loves the fact that you pick him off the ground so effortlessly, like he's a piece of paper.
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Fuck him doggy style and slap his ass with your big hands and you'll hear the loudest moan ever.
So loud you'll probably need to slip a few fingers inside his mouth to keep him shut. You don't need any neighbours hearing what's yours only.
You know what they say about big hands, eh? Wade knows it better than anyone and God, he loves the way you stretch him. Naturally he's got a high pain tolerance, so you being big and making him see things without having to use a toy is just perfect.
Doesn't mean you never use toys, tho. Fuck Wade's face and make him gag on your big cock while he has a dildo deep inside him, he'll give you the biggest puppy eyes ever as he humps on your leg.
You reminding him of your size difference never fails to make him wet. Never fucking fails. Tell him he should stand in front of you to get a better view since you're taller and he won't hide the fact that his underwear is already stained with pre-cum.
No marks such as love bites will stay on Wade's body due to his healing factor, much to his and your dislike, but eventually you found a way to claim him as yours — he's got to wear one of your shirts while you so relentlessly fuck him and even after you're done. Your scent and sweat that lingers on the fabric make Wade's head spin, often leading him to beg for you to fuck him once again.
Plus wearing your clothes just feels right. The way they're always oversized on him serves to remind him of how much bigger you are. He's got a size kink, he can't help it.
"Aren't you my little bitch?" you increased your pace. "Fuck, yes, yes," he pushed his hips down, meeting your thrusts. "Did I fuck you dumb? Use your damn words," you growled in his ear. Wade's cock throbbed at that. He was indeed beginning to think you fucked him dumb, yet he replied, "Arghh— yes, shit, yes, I'm your little bitch~" "Yeah, that's right. Let me show you how a real man treats a little bitch like you," you slapped his ass so hard even your own hand burned a little. Wade came right away without even having to touch his cock this time. How many times was it now? Not that he cared, he just wanted more, more, more. You chuckled, pleased with your own work. "Look at what a slap can do to a little bitch in heat." Wade wasn't sure of what you really said, but his ears caught "little bitch in heat" and he smiled dumb, more than happy to know he was your little bitch in heat.
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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 2 months
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Daredevil, about Spiderman: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.
Deadpool: Are we stealing them?
Y/N: New or used?
Daredevil: Wonderful responses, both of you.
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crimsonbubble · 8 months
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Just hear me out. Deadpool has guns and he definitely knows how to use them in bed and I'm not talking about just holding it to your head iykwim
cw. nsfw, gn!reader, gun play, vague fear kink (?), thigh riding *not proofread, just pure horny
[you made me remember that one video I saw on twitter a while ago 😭😭]
MINORS DNI!!
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no bc this isn't the first time I thought of this scenario-
to keep it short and sweet; he'd fuck you with his gun
the mf wouldn't even tell you if it was loaded or not (they never are), he thrives with how much you trust him
and loves to point out how much you're loving it which only makes your hole clench tighter around the barrel of the gun
"you're liking this a little too much, don'tcha think?" just to push the barrel in further and burn the image of you writhing against your bed in his mind
but he's also enjoying this, very much
it's evident in the way he grinds his hips into your thigh
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colonelarr0w · 10 months
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Heyyy Shawty, it’s me again 😝
New topic of interest huh? Deadpool? Niceeee. How about some fluff headcannons about Deadpool and a reader who’s in the same line of work as him? I think that’s pretty interesting.
Love you toots 🥰
- 🫁
Oh my goodness me, it's the anon that I don't regularly talk to. I'm gonna kiss you on the mouth I love this request (and my babygirl).
Hehe I was called toots, not me kicking my feet.
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Wade Wilson x ! Mercenary ! Reader
Warnings - Wade (yes he deserves his own warning), sexual mentions, light smut, too many pet names, general violence, gore, mentions of death
Word Count - 1.4k
Oh when Wade finds out that you're a mercenary? He is absolutely over the moon.
"Wait wait, pump the brakes. You're a mercenary?" Wade asks, jaw practically on the floor as you simply nod at him, leaning back on the couch and throwing your arm over the back. He blinks slowly, the gears in his head turning as his brain visibly works to process the information you've just provided.
"Yes, I don't remember stuttering. I've been one for...I'm gonna say seven years now?" you reply with a raise of your eyebrow. Wade turns to you, eyes the size of saucers as he stares at you. If his jaw was on the floor before, it was now sinking beneath the floorboards of your shared apartment.
"Oh my darling baby, I'm so proud!" Wade suddenly yells out, throwing himself forward and wrapping his arms tightly around you. You let out a grunt at the impact of his body against yours, hesitantly wrapping your arms around him as he buries his face into your chest.
Almost immediately after you tell him, he'll start begging you to bring him along on your missions. Even when you tell him it's dangerous to come with you because of who you're dealing with, he'll still find a way to skip at your side and work with you.
This doesn't always go both ways though. Wade knows that he can hold his own in a one-to-one fight, and while you might be a capable mercenary, he doesn't want to run the risk of you being hurt if you joined him on one of his missions.
But once he's comfortable in knowing that you can hold your own, you bet your ass you're joining him on most (if not all) of his missions. It's more to enjoy your company than the idea of actually working together, he likes having someone to joke around with.
Sometimes while you're working, you'll hear a girlish giggle and turn to see Wade laying stomach-down on the ground with his feet in the air, chin perched on his hands as he watches you work.
"Answer the question dipshit!" you yell angrily in the face of your target, lifting your leg and pushing your foot against his chest, leaning his chair back. It wasn't enough for him to fall, but it was enough for his body to think that he was going to fall. His eyes widen and his body jolts as he glances over his shoulder, already swallowing the obvious lump in his throat.
Just as you open your mouth to yell at him again, you hear what you would think is a giggle from a high school girl. Slowly turning your head, your eyes fall on Wade, who lies on his stomach facing you. His feet kick back and forth, chin leaned forward so that it rests comfortably on his palms. Once your gaze meets his, he raises one of his hands, wiggling his fingers at you in an odd way to say hello.
"Seriously?" you ask flatly, raising your eyebrow at him. He nods in response, returning his hand to its previous position as you turn back to the man in the chair, clearly exasperated. You reach for the holster on your thigh, removing a handgun and holding it to the man's head.
When you return home from missions that Wade didn't join you on, he greets you at the door like an oversized puppy. Immediately he's grabbing at you and kissing any bit of skin that he can reach at in that moment. He's just happy to see you back, that's all.
But god forbid you're covered in blood when you walk in the door, Wade is all over you for an entirely different reason. He's grabbing at any bit of flesh he can (most likely your ass), and trying his hardest to get into your pants as quickly as he possibly can.
You never complain though, he worships you late into the night and the aftercare is immaculate.
Wade hopes that you don't have a weak stomach, mainly because when he returns home from missions he's always covered in blood. Is it always his? No. But he just hopes you wouldn't mind scrubbing it down for him while he takes a power nap.
Branching off of that idea, Wade also hopes that you know a thing or two about patching an injury. He's prone to getting hurt while he's out, so when he returns home, he hopes you don't mind spending a half hour or so simply patching him up.
"Oh honey, I'm home!" Wade announces with a flourish of his hand, practically swinging off of the doorhandle as he slides into your shared apartment. You turn your head slightly to him, eyes not leaving the opened book on your lap.
"Get the gauze on your way here, that and the hydrogen peroxide and everything else I need to stitch you back together," you respond nonchalantly, dog-earing the page in your book and turning your body to fully face Wade. The sight catches you off guard, but only for a passing moment.
You lean forward to slide your book onto the coffee table, turning again just in time to watch Wade approach you, the needed materials to patch his wounds gathered into his arms. You fight the urge to roll your eyes as Wade sits himself down on the couch beside you, already looking like a kicked puppy when his gaze flicks to meet yours.
"Thank you honey," Wade says quietly, his lips turning upward in a smile as you tend to his injuries, carefully tying gauze around the open wounds and dabbing hydrogen peroxide against them so that they don't infect. You nod quietly at him, lifting your head just enough so that your gaze meets his.
"Don't mention it," you reply softly, patching his last cut and leaning forward to peck his cheek. He all but melts at the contact, practically lunging for you and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. A light gasp escapes you, but you lean into him nonetheless.
If the roles are switched and you're the one who returns home injured, Wade is thrown into panic mode. Mostly because he knows that you're not like him in the sense that he can regenerate any part of him and bounce back from serious injuries. You cannot.
He just doesn't want to go through that pain of losing someone he cares about. The guilt that he feels when it's him patching you up is radiating off of him, so much so that you've had to verbalize that you were okay and that you were still breathing.
"Wade, Wade stop," you say firmly, reaching out to take Wade's shaking hands into your own, squeezing lightly. He freezes, body standing rigid as his eyes flick to finally meet yours. The tears in his eyes make your chest feel tight, but you understand his worry.
"You're bleeding, let me just-" his voice trails off as his body turns from you, shaking hands fumbling to grab the needed gauze and disinfectants to treat your injuries. You follow his movements with your eyes, eyebrows furrowing together as you notice the shake in Wade's entire body.
You reach for him, arms wrapping around his neck as you bring his body closer to yours, his chest pressing flush against your own as his arms wind tightly around you. In any other circumstance, you would complain about the tightness of his hug. But as of right now, that didn't matter to you.
"I'm alright Wade, just a little scratch," you mumble to him, allowing him to pull away just enough so that his eyes meet yours. He nods, but you know that he isn't quite convinced yet. "I'm breathing, so quit it with the puppy-dog eyes."
Your teasing earns you a chuckle from Wade, and he scooches forward to lean into you again. You nod to yourself, holding him against you. Sure, it aches when he leans against certain parts of your body, but at least you made it home in one piece.
All in all, Wade is extremely proud to call you his and shows you off like there's no tomorrow. He never thought he would live to see the day where he would fall in love again, and to be honest, he's glad that he did.
You mean the world to him, and he isn't afraid to tell you that every single day, no matter how tired of it you are.
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dxxdhood · 3 months
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convince me
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pairing: wade wilson x gn!reader
summary: deadpool forced me to write smut where the two of you act out the position you see in an,,,, ahem,,, erotic video.
tags: smut (18+), fingering, penetration, slight degradation, finger sucking, dom!wade wilson, sub!reader
wc: 1.2k
“Babe, listen, the mistake we made was going to White Castle sober.”
“Excellent defense, Mr. Wilson. You ever think about switching to a career in law?”
“Can’t, my tagline doesn’t transfer across professions. Calling yourself the Lawyer with the Mouth is like saying you’re the fanfic writer who’s horny.”
He manages to make you chuckle, as usual, even though you were supposed to still be annoyed about your frankly terrible dinner. But walking back into your apartment has you less inclined to hold grudges, somehow. It’s probably the promise of cuddling up in bed together. Either that, or it’s all the hilarious nicknacks Wade keeps dropping off in your living room. The fucked-up Pikachu plush where the eyes and cheeks are swapped is particularly getting to you.
“Wait for me in bed, alright?” you say.
“Oh?” Wade waggles his non-existent eyebrows. “Is this little cutie planning something?”
“Yeah, planning to spend an hour in the bathroom,” you shake your head and fail to hold back a smile. “Find us a good movie to watch while I’m out.”
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To nobody’s surprise, you both end up on a site that starts in p and ends in hub.
“Nobody can get into that position,” your inner critic bursts out of you at the best of times. 
You can feel Wade smirking from where his face is tucked into your neck, cuddling you from behind. “Well, in the words of Clue 1985,” he runs a scarred hand down your waist. “Sure, they can. Let me show you.”
He nips at your neck, kissing at the sensitive skin of  your jaw. You exhale, trying to calm the burning sensation building in your gut, but you struggle to stay patient when he starts sucking a bruise into your collarbone. 
“Wade!” you gasp, trying and failing to stop your body from grinding your ass against him. He responds in turn, moving closer to you, his hard cock slowly rubbing against your ass.
He flips over, now perched on top of you and caging you in, arms on either side of your head as he kisses you. Every time he deepens the kiss, makes you feel like you’ll never want to come back up for air, he fucks with you by biting at your bottom lip or scratching his teeth against your gums. 
You bang your fists against the mattress a few too many times, understandably annoyed with his teasing, so Wade grips both of your wrists with one hand and holds them above you, plastering them to the headboard.
The action has you moaning into his mouth, and the bottom half of your body continues to move on its own, grinding against the air now. You feel so desperate, your face heats up thinking about how much of a mess you already are for him. Wishing he would close the new gap between your bodies, you arch your back off the bed, trying to feel more of his body against yours.
He giggles, watching you wriggle around. “Hold your horses there, cutie. We’re not even at the good part yet.” 
Wade brings a hand up to your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You’re so thrown off by the sudden show of affection that you don't even process him slipping a rough finger into your mouth.
“Suck,” he commands. And something about Wade only using a single word when he’s usually so noisy has you whining as you circle his finger with your tongue.
His big brown eyes are glued to your lips, watching them worship his finger like he’s all you’ve ever wanted. Around the time you start bobbing up and down his finger, he slips it out of you and pats your cheek.
“Good baby, such a good slut for me,” he whispers as he slides your shorts and underwear off in one motion. He slicks up the finger and you with a small bottle of lube and carefully starts slipping into your entrance.
“What? Where’d you even–” you snap your gaze sideways to your bedside table, which is curiously unopened. 
He taps the front pocket of his pants, “Never leave home without it.” Did he really always have that in his pocket? At the fucking White Castle?!
He talks as he fingers you, pressing against your walls casually as if he isn’t making you lose your mind. “You look impressed, babe. Tell me you’re not impressed.”
“Oh my god, shut up!” you groan as he reaches deeper inside you, adding another finger and stretching you further.
“As you wish,” he pumps his fingers at a faster pace, gripping your hip with one hand and bringing his face to your chest so he can lick at a nipple. A spark shoots down your spine and you can feel him chuckle as your body starts to shiver.
His fingers are pounding against your insides. You can feel yourself throbbing around him, clenching and wanting more, so he adds a third finger and fucks you at a punishing pace. You bite your own lip to keep back what was going to be an embarrassing moan, but he nips at your nipple and you let out a small shout.
Just as he finally starts reaching at that spot in you that has you seeing stars, he slips his fingers out. You're going to berate him for throwing you off just as the pleasure was building, but he already has his cock placed at your entrance, so close to sliding in.
“You ready?” he whispers, and you nod so quickly you think you may have pulled a muscle.
 He releases a breathy moan as he slides all the way in you, reaching right where you need him but still stubbornly not giving it to you.
“Wade, move!” you cry. He responds by smacking your ass and pulling you into his lap. You’re seated on his thighs as he throws your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he starts thrusting in and out of you. The position has you feeling so much closer to him, like he has free reign to stroke every part of you.
You grip onto his shoulders and try to interlock your ankles together to help you hold onto him as he pumps his cock into you faster. Wade moans so deep it sounds like a growl and you clench around him at the sound.
“Fuck!” he cries before kissing you, harshly making out as his hips continue to piston inside you. You can feel the vibrations of his moans against your own mouth, and it’s enough to make your muscles twitch around him again.
“Shit, Wade,” you whisper. “I’m going to–”
“Yeah, babe?” he says in between kissing you. “Go, do it. Come for me.”
You rip away from his mouth and release with a moan, your entire body burning as you quiver around his cock. He leans his head into your neck and bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder as he comes, filling you so completely you never want him to leave. 
You finally come down from your orgasm and relax in his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Wade is still panting, but he keeps kissing across your face, smiling when you reciprocate and kiss his forehead. 
“You’re making every thought that passes through my head sound like an ABBA song,” he whispers, eyes closed.
“That might be the closest thing to a love confession I’ve gotten out of you.”
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baka-bakeneko · 1 year
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Here’s To Us - Wade Wilson x Fem! Reader [NSFW]
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tags: MDNI, comic version Wade Wilson, voyeurism, shared shower, grinding, dominant Wade Wilson, sub reader, Venus Butterfly, squirting, slow sex, double orgasm, creampie (first of marathon sex series)
word count: 6.3 k
synopsis: Wade's street neighbor needs to use Wade's hot water.
a/n: i refuse to apologize for this.
Wade gave you special access to his apartment once in a blue moon. Mostly for a short list of reasons. One, your water was out and you needed a shower. Two, Wade had left the window open and wanted you to take care of the stray named Bea. Or three, when he was definitely home, trying to relax in his downtime, and wanted some serious company.
And you were surprised you were that type of company. Not that Wilson was intimidating, but you feared that if you looked too much, you’d make him uncomfortable.
But he was a rugged, scarred man from head to toe. And it was hard to take it all in without staring. You didn’t know what it was, but you weren’t trying to be rude, you just wanted to silently trace every divot of his skin with intrigue.
It was as if you were looking closely at a renaissance painting and noticing the cracks in the paint, the hardened bits on the canvas.
Thankfully, this was not that third option today. It was a shower. Your landlord had once again shut off the water in your apartment and was now the hardest to get ahold of. After a long night of fighting, you were grimy and in need of a shower.
Rifling through your bag, you found the spare bronze key detailed with a Hello Kitty key cover and a Golden Girls keychain that read ‘Stay Golden, girl!’
You bit back a low smile, that keychain always giving you a bite of happiness every time you came across it. You wondered if it ever did the same with Wade. You clenched the key in your hand and turned around in the stairwell, leaving your complex to stop at the edge of the sidewalk.
With a double take down the street, you bolted across it and directly into the complex on the opposite side. You wished that you lived right next door to Wilson sometimes; though that’d mean you’d both be shit out of luck with the water.
Taking the stairs two at a time, you rushed to the third floor and stopped in the front of Wilson’s perfectly decorated door. He’d mentioned that he used to practice throwing knives at it, and he recently got into whittling.
You shook your head at the etchings in the door, no doubt that was coming out of his security deposit, and used the key to unlock it. Pushing inside, you shut the door firmly behind you then dropped your bag to the counter.
You grabbed your phone, barely taking in Wilson’s cleaned up studio. There weren’t any pizza boxes on the counter, or any extra beers on top of the fridge. This mission must’ve been a long stay away.
With a shrug, you made your way to Wade’s bathroom and searched for his Bluetooth speaker. The second pairing on your list with how often you were over here now, with how often Wade preferred your taste in music.
Shuffling your playlist, you kicked off your shoes outside of the bathroom then peeled off your shirt and kickboxing shorts in a swift motion. You turned and saw yourself in Wade’s busted mirror, noting the already yellowing skin patch over the back of your shoulder.
You reached for it, feeling at the edges of it with a grimace before leaving it and stripping off your sports bra next.
You turned towards the shower, the curtain already peeled back with the porcelain scrubbed spotless. So he was going to be gone for a real long time.
Damn.
You turned on the old-fashioned knobs for the water, before turning on the middle knob to start the shower head. Peeling off your panties, you stepped into the spray while the music blasted into the room.
You stood under the spray, allowing the water to batter your face and rush down your head to your shoulders; you took the time to stretch your neck and shoulders, then bent to touch your toes.
The hot water felt amazing for your muscles, melting the tension from them. The music helped, each song that came on a natural bop. You slowly swayed your hips to the music before really getting into it, moving slowly to roll your body with the song and mouthing off the lyrics.
It was like being at home after a minute, then five and finally ten before you realized that you hadn’t cleaned up at all. With a snicker to yourself, you searched around Wilson’s shower for a soap bar, then lathered it quickly between your hands. You moved around so quickly, you stopped at a heart-wrenching speed when you noticed someone in the doorway.
“Shit,” you said, reaching for the shower curtain and avoiding Wade’s eyes.
“Sorry,” Wade offered, quickly averting his gaze. “So sorry, that was not an invite. But what’re you doing here, kitten?”
You gulped at his pet name for you; you shrugged further behind the shower curtain, fumbling to crumple it into your soapy hands.
“My water’s out again.”
“Oh,” he stated, looking behind him and leaning back, possibly getting a good sight of his window facing your complex. “You want me to talk to your landlord?”
“No,” you shook your head. “No, it’s okay, really. I’m sorry. I should’ve asked, Wade.”
“You’re fine,” he drew out, pulling himself upright before quickly meeting your eyes. “It’s fine. Just...don’t waste all my hot water.”
You blinked slowly in recognition to his request, then nodded. “In and out, three minutes.”
Wade smirked, leaning further into the doorway. “Now I know you’ve been in here for more than ten.”
You opened your mouth to retort, but your face gave way to your efforts. “How would you know that?”
Wade casually cleared his throat, straightening up and dropping his hands to his grey sweat pockets. “Just...speed it up. This jet lag kicked my ass.”
You opened your mouth to say something else, but Wade reached for the door to shut it.
“I’m done,” you lied, still half-lathered in suds.
“Really?” Wade deadpanned, his browline quirking with a quick once over.
You gulped lowly at the thought of his gaze raking over you, taking in your body shape. You pulled the curtain closer to you, tucking your thigh behind it with a clear of your throat.
“I’m done,” you offered again, reaching for your soiled shirt now resting on the toilet lid. “I’ll get out of your way.”
Wade scoffed and reached for your soiled clothes. “As if you’re getting out of my hair that easily. Rinse off or I’m coming in after you.”
You were taken aback by his teasing, watching as he scooped up all your clothes and walked out of the room with them. He returned shortly after with a dingy red long-sleeve and a pair of boxer shorts.
“They’re clean, I swear,” he promised, bringing the blue-white striped shorts to his scarred nose for a sniff test. “Washed ‘em a month ago.”
You rolled your eyes at him then sheepishly offered your thanks. Wade tilted his head at you then glanced to the shower head.
“I wasn’t kidding, get to rinsing.”
A shock bolted through your body and you pulled the curtain closed to rinse your body off.
“You got thirty seconds,” he warned from the doorway, making your heart race as you thought of everywhere you lathered up. It was more than enough time and if you ended up soapy, that was your own fault.
“Twenty seconds.”
This man’s concept of time moved way faster than yours. Fuck it, it was time for whore’s bath technique. You spun around in slow circles, using your hands to swipe down the rolls of water from your shoulders. It was going to be good enough.
“Eight seconds,” Wade gave as a final warning, his hand already gripping at the edge of the curtain to peel it back.
You were done, all that mattered was getting out. You were going to get out as soon as Wade backed away from the curtain. Your hand reached for the thin veil of plastic and peeled it away to come face to face with Wilson, or moreso Wade Wilson’s pectorals.
They were definitely pillowy, if you ever wondered. But you obviously weren’t as you looked down to get your footing ready, only for your eye to catch onto Wade’s flaccid cock.
You shied away from looking, now bemused by the sight you’d taken in. You shifted to the opposite end of the tub, letting Wilson step into the spray while the remaining water bounced from his skin and onto you.
Wade pushed the curtain away, allowing you easy access out. You dangled a foot out of the tub, ready to dry off, but took a long glance at Wade’s scarred back, parts of his skin torn away to reveal hardened muscle. You hid back a seethe, wondering how painful that must’ve felt everyday with what he did for a living. Whatever that was.
“You wanna get my back?” he asked innocently, acknowledging your stare.
“Sorry,” you muttered under your breath then reached for the soap bar on its designated ledge. “Yeah, I can.”
You lathered the soap in your hands then carefully rested your palms to Wade’s back. Every muscle under your touch seemed to relax, allowing his shoulders to slump forward.
You ran your hands up, crossing over the backs of his shoulders, then down to follow parallel to his spine. You avoided the muscle patches as best you could, meeting your hands at the small of his back and then up again.
Wade groaned at that, bowing his head in the spray with a low ‘thanks’ at your effort.
You nodded, holding your hands into the spray of the water to rinse them. You said nothing, just stood back to watch the suds roll down his etched body. The rivulets caught into the deep scars of his skin, making intricate swirls on his body before falling.
It felt like watching a stained glass window being battered with rain, captivating and time-wasting. Wade glanced over his shoulder at you after a long moment and dared another smirk.
“Like what you see, kitten?”
You tried to speak, but stammered, diverting your eyes from Wade’s tight, scarred back to the floor of the tub. “I’m getting out.”
“No, stay,” he taunted, his tone teetering on genuine as he turned around. “I’ll let you get a look since I saw yours.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, already pushing away the want to look at his front. “I’m good. That was my fault.”
You peeked through one eye and stepped out of the tub, reaching for the boxers Wade set out for you.
You kept your back to him as you pulled them to your waist, rolling the waistband over a couple times to get the desired length for you. Then you went for the shirt, popping your damp head through the hole with your arms to follow.
“You in the mood for some Chinese? I could definitely go for some kung pao.”
You stopped in the doorway and looked back at Wade. “You want me to stay for dinner?”
“Of course,” Wade said with a shrug. “Unless you’re in the mood for Greek, then I’ll kick you out on your ass.”
You smiled, “Chinese food sounds good to me.”
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You ordered food and sat on Wade’s couch while he showered, taking his sweet time with the remaining hot water. Not that you felt cheapened in the slightest, it was his apartment after all.
Even with the deepest part of you wondering if he liked what he saw or if anything arose in his mind, you stowed all of your emotions aside when the delivery person knocked on the door. You stood up and went for your bag, rifling through its contents to produce money for the food.
Slowly opening the front door, you exchanged the food and money then shut it with your ankle. You set the food on the clean kitchen island, going to untie the first bag as the bathroom door opened and steam billowed out.
“I’m feeling fresher already,” Wade announced, draping his towel over his shoulders while he wore his signature sweatpants low on his scarred hips.
You scrunched your nose. “Those clean or did you miss laundry day?”
Wade walked around you, letting off a little excess heat accumulated from his shower waft onto you. “You think I’d give my last bit of clean clothes to you? And miss that opportunity of you streaking around here?”
You bit back a nervous grin, biting at the inside of your bottom lip. Maybe he did like what he saw.
“I just changed into these off of my flight,” he said, reaching for the second bag and undoing its tie. He reached in, grabbing at the boxes of food then spread them out on the counter.
“How was your trip?” You asked, a trivial question in the scheme of your friendship, or whatever this was. Labels were hard. He only ever knew about your job, only ever knew what you did for extra cash.
That seemed to be how he wanted it.
Wade opened a box of lo mein noodles and selfishly took a large forkful into his mouth to avoid answering, then he raised a finger at the recognition of one of your songs still playing on the speaker.
He hummed, nodding at the song before grabbing your wrist and turning you in a circle. You rolled your eyes at him, following his movements hesitantly eventually falling into place.
Wade chewed his food quickly, swallowed then turned you around again, pulling your back into his chest. His hand raised yours in the air, his fingers slipping down your forearm and bicep then further down your side and finally grabbing your hip.
You swayed slowly in the rhythm, attempting to ignore the hardened feeling of Wade behind you. But he was a presence difficult to ignore.
You hummed at the feeling of his length brushing against your ass, falling into the music as Wade rested his chin to your shoulder.
“You sure know how to pick ‘em,” he offered, his other hand making small circles on your thigh.
You agreed inside, filing yourself tighter to Wade and chasing a feeling you weren’t sure was good. When the song ended, Wade slowly released his hold on you.
Still his chin was rested to your shoulder, lifting to brush his lips to your ear as his nose swiped against your damp hair. You turned your head after Wade’s, wanting to find something to say but your mind going blank.
You quirked a brow before Wade’s hand snaked up your arm, draping it behind his neck; he turned further into you. his lips slowly molding to yours. The salt from the lo mein cut into your mouth as your hand palmed at the nape of his neck.
You warred on pushing him away, that sliver of you wanting to keep this as cordial as possible. But inside, you were melting, your knees feeling like jelly as you gave into your arousal for him.
Fuck, Wade was a good man. A good-looking man despite his hardened exterior. His body was more of a marvel than the average man, there wasn’t anything you could take away from that. Your hand slide across his as it rested on your thigh, drawing his touch further in.
You arched into him, feeling his cock free in his sweatpants. Now you know that dance wasn’t all for nothing either. Why couldn’t you have just gotten your hands on each other sooner?
Wade’s lips parted from yours, trailing across your cheek then to your neck and down before shrugging one of the shoulders of your shirt down.
"Wade, fuck," you exhaled, already exhausted with waiting.
His lips were warm and soft, dragging against your skin and making goosebumps in their wake. You were almost antsy to have more of him, working your hips into his and getting intoxicated from the friction.
"Don't be so impatient," he said with a low snicker against your skin. "I'm trying to woo you, not fuck you in a gas station bathroom."
You threw your head back and laughed at that, folding your hands over his to feel something similar to a hug. Wade drew his lips back and took little sharp bites at your earlobe with his own chuckle to follow.
You gave up that instant, relaxing against Wade and allowing him his moment. Wade tsked against your skin, letting you go and stepping back.
"What're you doing now?" You asked, turning around to face him, chilled from his absence.
Wade stared at you, determined, while he stroked his chin in thought. "Hush, I'm thinking."
You geared yourself to say something but didn't have a moment to think; Wade rushed at you, grabbing your waist and hoisting you up against him.
Your legs crossed around him, his hands holding you steady while your chest pressed to his.
"Shit," you whispered, the sudden lift making your head go afloat.
You draped your arms over Wade's shoulders and leaned in to kiss him again. Wade carried you over to his bed and dropped you onto it, following soon behind with making your body his sole business.
His lips made work of yours, teasing his tongue into your mouth while your stomach rumbled at the hint of food. You stifled down the thought as you raised your legs, parting them for Wade to dip between them.
He rolled his hips against you, pressing right at the seam of his boxers to your clit. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling shooting through your stomach, adding to the warmth and firmness of Wade's chest against yours.
Your hands slid along Wade's shoulders, then up and around the back of his neck as you pulled him in. His tongue lapped against yours, making you submit and follow his lead.
You were aware of everything about Wade then, making out with him like a lousy teenager. His hands at your thighs slipped up under the boxers to grab handfuls of your ass.
He pushed you further into him that way, earning an unwarranted moan from your lips and into his mouth. You felt his lips curl at that, how your knees were clenched at his waist as his crotch was pressed a bit harder to yours.
Wade pulled from your lips and allowed you to breathe, your chest heaving. He rested his hand to your chest, his fingers steady and spread out between your breasts.
"That's so cute, you're so excited," he teased, dragging his hand down your body then back up, slowly pulling your shirt up to reveal your stomach.
The fabric was caught onto his middle and index finger, his ring and pinkie caressing at the underside of your breast.
"I like that. It's been a while since I've seen that," Wade whispered, leaning in and sliding his lips across your stomach. "Since I made someone nervous."
You scoffed at that, but it came out a shaky exhale as Wade's lips rested just below your belly button. His nose circled your navel then trailed a line up, his breath wafting over your skin.
The chill worked up your back, tickled between your shoulders as you curled your toes against his sheets.
“Bullshit,” you muttered, your hands rested just at Wade’s shoulders.
He hummed, smiling against your skin as his hands rested at your waist, peeling your boxers down to kiss at more skin. Your stomach tightened the further he traveled, each warm kiss causing a lick of electricity between your hips.
Your knees braced tighter at Wade’s sides until he readjusted further down on the bed. Suddenly, his nose was rested directly against your mound, his tongue carefully lapping at the top of your slit.
You stifled a swear, squirming under Wade’s tongue; you drew out a low pitch, not knowing what to do with yourself.
Wade sat up on his knees, using his momentum sitting up to strip your boxers from your legs. Wade’s eyes raked up your body, taking in each vulnerable bit of your skin. You wanted to play coy, tucking the edge of his shirt between your legs but enjoyed his raw attention more.
The dark admiration in his eyes made fire alight in your belly, suddenly realizing how wet you were for him.
He took hold of one of your knees, spread your legs apart with one draping over his shoulder as he lie down on his stomach.
“I’m trying not to drool right now,” Wade quipped, his voice stripped down as he pressed his lips to your inside knee. “You good?”
Your brain registered his question and sat up on your elbow, stomach tight while Wade blew soft air against your pussy. You nodded eagerly, your throat dry and unable to form a sentence.
“Fuck yes,” he grinned, kissing at your opposite thigh, dragging his open mouth and tongue to your inside hip. “Tap me if you want out,” he suggested, using his hand to bend your other knee at an angle.
He flattened his tongue to your clit and your ass immediately grinded to the bed. Wade huffed in amusement, drawing a hand around, touching up your thigh and to your waist before slipping under your ass and to the front of your pussy.
Wade circled two fingers before your entrance carefully, gathering your wet and spreading your lips apart. Your breath hitched, finding an edge to twitch your hips in effort to get more.
He pulled back again, “There you are, being impatient again.”
Your brows furrowed at his leaving, your clit twitching at the cool air left behind. He smiled, glancing down at your pussy as his two fingers slid into you. Your legs threatened to clamp shut but Wade’s body held them open; he returned between your legs and resumed his tongue on your clit.
Your head flopped back to the bed at the combination of sensations. Wade’s free hand pressed on the inside of your thigh, pushing it further open before gripping at your inside hip.
You felt vulnerable, spread open like that to Wade's entire apartment. To Wade. You tried to shut your eyes, clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle your noise for the sake of his neighbors.
"That's not fair," Wade hungrily muttered against your clit, taking a second away from it to grab your elbow. "I put in this work to hear you."
That caused more wet to gush from you, feeling Wade's fingers curl and brush his fingers against your tight walls. He tapped when he found what he was looking for, causing another bolt to rush straight up to your clit which he received with a lap of his tongue.
He was giving himself morse code, using your body as the vessel. You couldn't help the pitchy whine that escaped you then, with Wade peeling back the hood of your clit with his tongue and suctioning his lips around the nub.
"Shitshitshitshit," you metered out, trying to breathe but hold onto the air for fear it'd escape as noises. You raised up on your elbow again and stared down at him, trying to hold your knuckles away from your lips.
He unlatched from you, staring from under the shadow of his browline. "I can't hear you, kitten. You're gonna have to be louder."
You shook your head, already fighting the losing battle as his fingers regularly tapped and pumped in you. Your head dropped back, staring at the ceiling while you tried to catch your breath in a few pants.
Wade took that as opportunity to return to your clit, sucking a bit firmer and showing off with his tongue. Your toes curled, your knees trying to shift off of Wade and out of his grasp, but he held tight.
"Aww honey, we ain't even halfway done yet," he cooed, unlatching from your clit with a loud smack.
The string of his saliva mixed with your wet trailed to the hood of your clit, making you melt at the sight.
"I call this one the Wilson stamp of approval," he taunted, resuming his place at the helm of your pussy.
He suctioned his lips again, this time slowing his movement while his fingers pumped a bit harder.
A moan finally escaped your lips, followed by a seethe between your teeth. "Wade, Wade I--"
Your hand reached for Wade's shoulder though you couldn't reach it; you opted to touch at the top of his head, ready to tap out.
That was until he started using his tongue to sign his name.
W-A-D-E...by the end of his first name, your legs were officially shaking. The fingers were definitely not helping the situation.
W-I-N...He was spelling his full name? You were putty now, your hand at his head only holding him there while he slowly sealed your fate.
S-T-O-N....your eyes were twitching, your body clenched hard on the precipice of something so tortuous and euphoric.
W-I...he drew his tongue in a long, slow swoop down, meeting a tap of his fingers to dot his 'I'.
You were done for. Your breath was now a full-blown pant, your entire body sweaty from holding out. Your pitch heightened with each pump of his fingers, his warm mouth only driving you home.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck fuck fuck..." you worked up, allowing yourself to actually make noise.
Wade's name spat from your lips, pushing his head just a little harder as you finally came, your body in shakes while you rode out the galvanic lashes across your back, between your thighs and up your stomach to your fast-beating heart.
You were so overcome with the pleasure, your pussy forced Wade's fingers out of you and you were wracked with a newer feeling that tightened your stomach to release.
Wade pulled away in a split second, his chin splashed with your juices, while he was in awe of your newfound...technique.
You caught your breath, staring at the ceiling while you folded your arm over your eyes. Your thighs were now wetter than before, your clit now throbbing.
"Hello waterworks," Wade teased, leaning over to kiss at your stomach again. "I wish I'd known that sooner, I'd have saved it for later."
He made his way back up your body, trailing softer pecks against your skin. Wade pressed his cock in his sweatpants against your mess of a pussy, earning a roll of your hips.
His hands were on their way to slipping up your shirt, eager to undress you, but he sat away to meet your eyes.
"You wanna keep going?" he asked, now nuzzling against the side of your neck.
You stared into Wade's eyes, then flicked your gaze to his puffy pink lips.
"Fuck yes," you nodded, meeting his gaze again and grabbing at the back of his neck.
You pulled him into a kiss, turning him onto his side while you tried to reach for his sweats. Wade chuckled against you, assisting with the shedding of his pants before turning on his back.
He held you over his waist, kicking off the ankles of his sweatpants.
You sat back from Wade to get a full look of his hard cock. It looked like the rest of him, but a bit more preserved.
You reached for his cock at the same time he reached to peel off your shirt; you allowed him to pull it off of you, his hands massaging at your breasts as you tossed the shirt off the bed.
You bent and took grip of his cock, leaning in to lick. He was already leaking pre-cum from his reddened tip, no doubt warming you inside. You had done that to him.
"Uh, babe, you don't have to do that," Wade tried, the confidence in his tone dipping.
"Oh, you don't want me to?" You asked, dragging your tongue along his cock, licking a stripe along the underside.
"I--fuck," he swore, dropping his head back with a deep exhale. He raised his head with a low suck of air between his teeth.
Wade reached to touch at the back of your neck, over your shoulder, then further before taking a tender handful of your ass in his hand.
You hummed at his touch, giving him a slow stroke.
"So," You smiled, resting his tip to your lips.
You kissed at it, your lips curling to take him in. "Do you want me to?"
Wade pulled back, staring down at you as you stroked him again. He pulled his scarred bottom lip between his teeth, not finding the words but nodding.
You slowly took him in your mouth, slipping some of your spit down his length. You slicked it with your hand, pulling more of his cock into your mouth.
Wade folded his hand to his chest, turning his nails in. You could tell, by him holding back, how eager he was.
The thought made your pussy flutter, thinking of Wade going hard. But first you wanted to reward him for eating you out so well.
The tang of his pre-cum livened your saliva, hollowing your cheeks to suck him a bit firmer. Wade's hand roamed up to his mouth, ready to stifle himself but you reached out with your free hand to clasp his elbow.
He told you, now you were throwing it right back at him. Wade grit his teeth before a strained noise escaped between them, a choked gasp before he seethed so verbally you were almost concerned.
"Fuck, okay, okay, I can't take this," Wade grit, reaching to gently pull you off of him. He kissed tenderly at your sloppy lips, puffed out and wet from spit. "You do wonders to me, kitten but I need to be inside you. Can I please be inside you, now?"
He crawled, switching up your positions again so your head almost dangled over the edge of the foot of the bed.
You followed his direction, if only to see Wade from an entirely new angle. Finally shedding the ankles of his sweatpants, he draped himself over you.
His cock touched your inner thigh, sending a warm shockwave right to your core. Your chest rose and fell in anticipation, your breathing shallowing as you met Wade's gaze.
His eyes were half-mast, inches from you, and waiting for the okay. The enthusiastic consent.
You grinned at him, tilting your chin up to peck his lips. "I wanted to suck you off."
"We got time for that," Wade whispered, nudging his nose to yours. "Later."
Your hands brushed around his broad shoulders, down to his waist before bucking his hips against you. "How long can we keep going?"
"At least all night," Wade said, taking your lips with his. "I'll take a week, if you wanna stay."
His mouth dipped to your neck with a peck. "A month if I really take my time."
Wade kissed further, leaving his warmth to dissipate in his wake. You tilted your head at the bathroom, the speaker finally shutting off.
Wade followed your diverted attention, his fingers slipping down your thigh before petting softly at your clit.
"Three months if you get distracted often, six months if I'm gone for too long..."
Wade made his way back up to you, working his best at your clit and earning an eager flex from your pussy.
"Let's just chalk it up to a year for good measure," Wade husked against your lips. "That sound good to you?"
Between the way he talked to you and how he touched you, you were feeling more eager for Wade to actually fuck you.
"Yes, so stop wasting time now." You grinned against him, edging up on your elbow to curve your body against his. "Fuck me, please."
Wade's eyes lit up, kissing you hard at the same time of his hand sliding up to your hip. He held you tenderly, angling your hips up while your legs spread further.
He guided his cock into you slowly, driving a long, thirsty pant from your mouth before his.
"God fuck, Wade." Your hand rested at his neck, your thumb rubbing against the lobe of his ear.
Your forehead rested to his, glancing down between your bodies to see his cock sink into you. Your hold tightened, feeling his tip caress your g-spot.
He spared a cocky chuckle against your lips, "I know, kitten. I call it the Tardis, it's bigger when inside."
You exhaled in his direction, noting his shitty play on words and rolling your hips further to ease him more.
"Fuck, call me that again," you groaned, Wade's cock finally reaching the hilt.
Wade leaned into you, pressing your back to the bed and raising your leg around his waist.
"Kitten," Wade drew out, taking a moment to revel in the soft, wet pulse of your pussy. "Oh baby, that pussy feels as good as it tastes."
Your eyes rolled at that, rutting against the mattress before rolling up at Wade. The minimal movement you felt with the tip of his cock grazing the hot inner core of your pussy.
He managed to pull out a couple inches, easing himself back in with a deep hiss.
"I wish I could fuck you like I hate you," he whispered, pulling back out and running his hands down your legs before crossing both of them around his waist.
Wade took grip of your hip and pulled you up in his lap. He crossed an arm at the small of your back and used his tender strength to ease you up on his cock, then back down again.
Every sink back down, you felt a new wave of pleasure roll through you. You tried to meet his upward thrusts with cants of your hips but his hand stopped you.
"Take your time, baby. I wanna savor this," he whispered, raking his eyes down your body from your breasts to your mound pressed to his.
Your hands felt over his skin, your breath catching on his words. "Me too."
Wade hummed, flicking his gaze to meet yours; his eyes were fueled with a carnal hunger, leaning in to rest his chin between your breasts.
He turned his head, resting his ear to your chest while he huffed hot air against your nipple. You crossed an arm behind his shoulders to hold him there, following his steady thrusts with deep sighs.
Wade defied your expectations, making every touch personal and each thrust targeted to a pleasant experience.
You slowly came undone in his lap, draping your body over him as you were halfway to an explosive end.
Your arms crossed behind Wade's neck, leaning your forehead against his as his hands rocked your hips forward and back on his cock.
"Little Wade's gonna be all wrinkled when he's done in you," Wade muttered.
You scrunched your nose at him, wanting to smile but feeling the heat in your cheeks kept you strained.
"I'll make your cock a part of me," you whimpered as his thumb crossed to touch your clit.
You clenched then, moaning louder in his face.
"That's it, kitten. Make it your own." He held his breath, letting you squeeze his cock with your fluttering walls.
Slowly, your orgasm built from there; each thrust driving you further until you were coming on Wade's cock, tightening your hold on it while your clit pulsed in response.
"Wade," you heaved.
It was tight again, the new sensation returning with you wetting Wade's thighs and the mattress.
"Baby," Wade grit, stopping the rocking of your hips and letting you edge him towards release.
You felt his cock twitch inside you, making you flutter again. Wade dropped his head to your shoulder, a choking moan stuttering from his lips.
Your real name, not a nickname. You gasped, hummed in response as your arms folded against his back to hold him close.
Your fingers swirled against the back of his head, swaying on his waist as come spurt into you, dousing the inner fire Wade caused.
But that wasn't enough to sate you. You two stayed molded together in the center of the bed, catching your breath while soft noises escaped you both.
Wade was the first to part from you, pulling out gently and tossing you off of him. He climbed off of the bed, bent to grab his towel and threw it over his shoulder at you.
"Stay there," Wade said, streaking over to the kitchen island to retrieve the boxes of Chinese food.
You grinned at him, flopping back onto the bed and wiggling your butt over the towel to keep the remainder of Wade's bed clean.
"Kung pao, kitten?" Wade offered, kneeling onto the bed and setting the boxes precariously on the comforter.
You nodded, staring dreamily at Wade; he moved over to you, reaching for the towel to clean up the cum that was easing out of you.
"I'm starving," you added, turning your torso on your side. You reached for the box of lo mein, tilting your chin up to beg a peck from Wade. "Thanks babe."
Wade slowly broke into a smile, leaning after your lips to get another. "Call me that all the time."
You hummed, going for the chopsticks attached to the side of your food. Wade shifted onto the bed, crossing his leg and taking his box of kung pao with stealing the fork from your lo mein.
He opened the box and stabbed at the biggest piece, bringing it to his lips before stopping.
Wade watched as you picked up a sliver of broccoli intertwined with noodles and held his fork out. You quirked a brow at him, tilting your head before tapping your chopsticks to his fork.
"To a year of us," Wade smiled. "Hopefully more."
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(y'all remember when YY did a full seven minutes in heaven with several different anime characters and it dragged on for a bit? that's this fic for me. anything I'll want to write for others, I'll try it out with my wade wilson 😝)
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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year
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Wade: Film backwards is MILF. Certainly on purpose.
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Y/N, to Natasha: I'm not that stupid, am I?
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anitaheartsu · 8 months
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˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ ☁️ wade wilson + throatfucking
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‧₊˚c/w. throatfucking (duh!), gagging, cum swallowing, pet names (good girl, baby), praise, dom!wade, fem!reader, afab!reader, she/her reader pronouns
‧₊˚notes. i need him RIGHT NOW!!
wade adores fucking your throat! he doesn’t even mean to, you just feel so good when you gag on him, he can’t help it!
he most definitely pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to use it as leverage. he praises you constantly, partially to try and make up for how rough he’s being, but mostly because he’s trying not to lose his mind with how much of him you’re swallowing (even if you don’t have much of a choice with how he’s mercilessly holding your head to the base of his cock) <3
“fuuuuck..good fuckin’ girl.”
“keep doin’ that, gonna make me cum..”
and when he cums, he cums hard. he makes you swallow it all, too. and although wade is a naturally selfish man, he can’t bring himself to leave his baby sitting there in soaked panties after she did such a good job, can he?
“c’mere, baby, lemme help you.”
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noforkingclue · 11 months
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Can you pls do a deadpool one where his avenger s/o really loves him , like shes always laughting at something he says and always kissing him ?
He would be so smug like : my sexy ass girl love me and not you 😌
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Of course anon! Hope you like the fic :)
Title: Loving You
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You burst out laughing at one of Wade’s jokes as you kicked your feet up and rested them across his lap. Wade rested his arm across your legs and gave you a soft smile, the one that was only reserved for you.
You had managed to get some time off from your Avengers duties so of course you had time to go and visit Wade, and your other friends, but mainly your boyfriend. You lay back down, your head resting against the arm of the sofa and said,
“I missed you, Wade.”
“Aww babe,” Wade pulled you up and onto his lap, “Fucking missed you too.”
You pressed a kiss against Wade’s lips and rested your head against his chest. You closed your eyes and listened to his beating heart.
“What the fuck.”
You opened your eyes and saw Negasonic Teenage Warhead giving you and Wade a disgusted look. Yukio was next to her, arms linked together, and beamed at you.
“Hi Wade,” she said, “Hi y/n.”
“Hi Yukio.” You both said together
“Why the fuck are you with him?” asked Nega
“What do you mean?” you asked
“You’re an Avenger,” she said, “You’re… alright.”
You looked up at Wade.
“Is that teenage girl code for ‘cool’?” you asked
“Yep.” Said Wade, resting his chin on top of your head
“Aww,” you said teasingly, “Thank you. Didn’t know you thought so highly of me Nega!”
“So what the fuck are you doing with him?” she said, ignoring your remarks
“Hmm,” you said, “Well many reasons but none that would be appropriate to say in front of children.”
“Don’t be disgusting.” She said
“But the many reason is because he makes me laugh,” you said, “he’s handsome. Incredibly loyal and brave. He may act like a bit of a bastard-“
“Hey!” Wade said
“I mean that affectionately,” you said, “He loves me and I love him.”
“And who wouldn’t want a fucking amazingly hot Avenger girlfriend who can kick my ass and make it look like the easiest fucking thing. Everyone else is fucking jealous because they don’t have someone as amazing as y/n.”
“Apart from you,” you said, “Because Yukio is fucking great.”
“She really is,” agreed Wade, “You two are so cute together.”
“Really adorable.” You teased
Your grin widened when you saw Nega becoming flustered. She grabbed Yukio’s hand and dragged her out of the room. Yukio was trying her hardest not to smile but ultimately failed.
“Bye Wade,” she said, “Bye y/n.”
“Bye Yukio.” You both said
“They’re good kids,” you said to Wade when you were both alone, “And a sweet couple.”
“Yeah. Surprised the studio actually allowed a lesbian couple. Hope they still remain a couple when we officially join the MCU.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing.”
You noted the pained look on Wade’s face but knew better than to try and pry too much. Even now Wade had the tendency to clam up when prodded too much about this. You closed your eyes and grabbed Wade’s hand and linked your fingers together.
“Love you, Wade Wilson.” You said
“Love you too, y/n l/n.”
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incorrectquotesmcu · 2 years
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Y/N, in line at a coffee shop: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with uhh, seven espresso shots?
Wade, right behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.
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soupsandwich64 · 8 months
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Deadpool: *looking super hot and cool snd awesome and epic and hot and cute and sexy and powerful and cool and-*
Spider-Man: what are you doing??..
Deadpool: trying to give the reader a good mental image. IS IT WORKING?!
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luxesiren · 8 months
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⸻ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐗 :: wade wilson x black reader
synopsis :: wade comes back home from “business" and asks if you wanted to smoke with him and of course you did
cw :: 3.1k+ words MDNI, intentional lower case, fem!black reader, drug use (marijuana), established relationship, fluff, porn w/o plot, smut; oral sex (m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, praise, tummy bulge, riding, rough sex, dry humping, spanking, overstimulation, mating press, daddy kink, and degradation
a/n :: i’ve been wanting to write for marvel characters, i just haven’t but i think writing wade wilson is the best character to start off with cause i love him😩 but uhm this is technically a recycled work of mine and i’m just sharing it with y’all! so enjoy!
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it’s been a while since you’ve seen wade, he’s always away for “business” and even though you knew exactly what his business entailed but it didn’t phase you. naturally, you were excited to see wade so when he came home and kissed you, you were practically floating. he asked you if you wanted to smoke with him and who were you to say no? 
there you were with your legs across wade’s lap, watching him roll the blunt so effortlessly, you just could’t stop staring at him, his mask half way on and it makes you want to see the rest of his face, the scars covering his face visible but you never cared, at the end of the day, his looks weren’t his most important factor. you leaned over and kissed his cheek with a smile, he turned to look at you with a smile on his face, “what was that for?” 
“just cause, baby.” you reply, shrugging your shoulders and leaning back against the couch. he finished rolling the blunt and sealing it up perfectly before he took his lighter and lit it up, inhaling some the smoke before passing it to you. it was always good smoking with wade, he always made sure you were good and that you weren’t tripping out from the weed but he always catered to your every need, smoking with him always made you horny – no matter what it was, you always ended up in some compromising position with him making you cum until you couldn’t anymore. 
you passed it back to him and he took a drag of it, holding in the smoke and exhaling shortly after, “you always have this pink gloss on the blunt, i’m two seconds away from just buying some for myself.” 
“baby- what?” you laughed, you couldn’t help it, he was a fool. he passed the blunt back to you and you already the felt the high coming on as you kept passing it back and forth between each other. “be quiet, you just tryna be funny” 
“it made you laugh so i think it worked.” wade laughed, his hand resting on your thigh, squeezing gently before caressing, he always loved your thighs. he would always have his hands on your thighs, sometimes just resting there and other times his hand would be between them. wade couldn’t take his eyes off you, his lids low and somewhat heavy – the high not really doing much for him but it still affected him in a way but he just couldn’t stop staring at you. 
you caught him looking and you giggled, “what? i got something on my face?” and wade just shook his head, pulling you into his lap without another word. you squealed before you finally settled, his hands on your waist before they moved to your ass. he was always handsy even without the weed. 
“i’m just looking at you, baby. that’s all.” he replied, voice low and rough from the smoke. 
you took a final hit from the blunt before you leaned over him to put it out on the ashtray, “really? you missed me?” your hands wrapped around his neck as you leaned down to whisper in his ear. 
“always do, snookums.” he said with a smile, leaning in to kiss you but before his lips could meet yours, you pulled back and looked at him with your eyebrow raised, “what?” 
you smacked your lips and crossed your arms, “you know i love to see your face, why do you keep playing with me?” 
“my goodness, such a sassy little thing,” he rolled his eyes before taking off his mask and tossing it to the side, “is that better?” 
“much better.” you responded before you pulled him back, kissing his lips softly and your hands still wrapped around his neck, your chest pressed against his. his hands gripping your ass while he deepens the kiss. you admit that you missed him too, tired of being on facetime with him and texting pictures of himself just to tease you about how much he missed you. 
not long after, your back was pressed against the couch and wade was on top of you, his lips sucking on your bottom lip before pulling back and kissing down your jawline to your neck, sucking marks and biting down causing you to whine. your thighs pressed together, your pussy ruining your panties with how wet you were for him.
his hand roamed your body, he played with your tits, thumbs pressing down on your nipples making you whimper in his mouth and he loves to hear you like that, making as much noise as you can for him. your eyes glossy and rolling to the back of your head from how he was rutting against you, the thick bulge that rested in his sweats was enough to drive you insane, pressing against your clit making you grind into him. 
his hands moved to pull off your panties, not wasting a second before two of his fingers teased your folds. the grip you had on his shoulders tightened with every rub against your cunt, his lips never left yours. instead it was you who pulled away to moan his name. he loved hearing his name on your lips, so sweet and so breathless coming from you. “wade, fuck…i want more.” 
he didn’t protest, wanting to give you whatever you wanted — missing you as much as you missed him and he didn’t deny it. you felt how much he missed you with how delicate he touched you, drawing out every movement of his, two of his fingers moved inside you, his thumb circling your clit and making you leak more slick. “jesus, baby, you look so pretty like this. i think i could cum just from that face you’re making.” 
“yeah? wouldn’t that make it easy? cumming so easy just from my face?” you chuckled which quickly turned into a moan when his fingers curled just right, “mm wade..”
“you’re doing so good for me, taking my fingers so well.” his fingers thrusting in and out slowly, gradually picking up the pace. he wanted to see you fall apart for him, your thighs tempted to close around his hand but he didn’t allow it, his free hand spreading them apart even further. 
your whines made him even harder in his sweats that it was almost painful but he didn’t care, not when you were squirming and making a mess of his fingers. your thighs started to tremble and he knew that you were close, he didn’t stop moving his fingers, keeping the same pace and making you moan loudly, whimpering from the drag of his fingers against your sensitive walls making you grab his wrist but he kept going, nothing would stop him. 
“wade, m’gonna cum, please..” you begged, you wanted him to give you what you so desperately wanted, what you needed. he let you do just that, whining loudly and cumming around his fingers. he didn’t pull his fingers just yet, giving you one last thrust before he pulled out slowly licking his fingers clean all while looking you in the eyes. “taste good, daddy?” 
his hand came down slapping your thigh roughly making you cry out before you smirk at him, you pull yourself up settling down in his lap and kissing him, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. his hands move down your back landing on your ass and squeezing before smacking your ass making you arch your back and whimper, “you what i missed?” he asks, his voice deep in your ear making you squirm. 
“hm? tell me what you missed, daddy.” you reply, causing him to groan, your hand move to his sweats moving your hand over his bulge stroking slowly just to work him up. “i think i can guess what..” 
“fuck..baby” he was losing his mind and you found joy in watching him grip the couch cushions to find some relieve, his hip moving into your hand and you can’t help but to chuckle. you move to pull out his cock, hard and heavy in your hand but you missed the feeling of him in your han and leaking precum – you kissed his lips softly, just enough to get him even more riled up and wanting more. his eyes still low and light red from the high he was still sporting but that just made you want him even more, his gaze never leaving yours as you got down on your knees. 
his legs spread and you always loved when he sat like that but now you were in between them and you missed being on your knees for him. barely containing your excitement when you started to stroke him even more, your hand moving up and hand on him making his hips jerk and a groan to slip from his lips. you let go to spit in your hand, returning to his cock and moving at that same pace before you moved closer, one hand resting on his thigh and the other guiding his cock towards your lips. 
not wasting any time you kissed his tip, licking at the precum that was there, still stroking down his shaft and teasing him just a bit before you started to suck the tip in your mouth. “s-shit, baby” his hand resting on your head, starting to grip your hair just a little and you felt a little pride in making him act like this but you know it’s because he missed you and he loved having his dick sucked. 
you missed having his dick in your mouth, your tongue moved against his tip before your lips fully wrapped around him causing him to curse under his breath and his thigh twitched against your hand, his hips itched to move, tempted to fuck your face. your head bobbed and your tongue licked at the vein residing on the side of his cock, making you moan around him and he couldn’t help the way his hip jerked and almost choked you but you never minded, you loved when he lost control of himself and started to fuck your face. you pulled off, letting the spit that gathered on your tongue drip down his shaft before you moved your hands, twisting your wrist just the way he liked it. 
wade couldn’t take his eyes off you, you were like a dream and he felt like h was heaven – your hands kept moving against him before your lips were back on him again and he couldn’t help the way his head tossed back and he moaned out loud. “you must’ve missed having daddy’s dick in your mouth” he said, his hands moving to grip your hair, pushing you down further onto his cock, he relished in feeling you try to swallow around him before you got the hang of it and relaxed your throat to let him in. 
you weren’t expecting him to push you down further and usually it wasn’t hard to relax your throat to take all of him but it was and you chalked it up to be the fact that you hadn’t had his dick in a few weeks but you quickly got the hang of it and relaxed your throat, swallowing him down just like he wanted. his hands tight in your hair and moving your head up and down at his pace, your tongue swirled around his tip before he pushed you down again making you take every inch of him. 
he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled you off his dick and pulled you into his lap. “you drive me insane, you know? can’t wait anymore, gotta fuck you.” his words slightly slurred and his lips were on yours again, your arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to you. his hands moved to the underside of your thighs, lifting you up while your hands guided his cock to your cunt, rubbing it against your folds coating him in more of your slick before you started to sink down. 
the collective groans from the both of you were loud and wade waited until you adjusted to him before he grabbed your hips and started to move you, guiding you as if you needed the practice but you didn’t, he was just desparate and needed more of you. your head dropped onto his shoulder, biting down slightly before you moved to look at him – your hips moving on their own accord now, bouncing on his cock like you needed it as if it was the air you breathed. “mm fuck, daddy feels good.” 
he loved when you called him daddy, made him want to fuck you senseless, “you know what that name does to me..”
you chuckled, “i know..right there, baby..” you moaned when his hip met your thrusts, fucking up into you roughly and his pace relentless making you cry out and fuck, it felt good but you wanted more, needed more.
wade always noticed when you needed, always attentive to you. “what do you need, baby? tell me, tell daddy what you need.” he said, he kissed down your neck leaving marks that would last a few days but you didn’t care. his hands gripped your hips again thrusting into you harder as you kept bouncing on him. 
“fuck! i need you to fuck me..please.” 
wade smirked, “but i’m already fucking you. what else could you need?” he knew exactly what you meant but he liked to see you beg for it. “hmm maybe you could tell me what you mean.” 
“wade you know what i mean, don’t play.” you retorted, your hips still moving but you needed him deeper and he knew that so why wasn’t he giving it to you. 
“maybe i do or maybe i don’t.” he said, slowing his thrusts which made you whine, clawing at his chest, “beg for it. beg for daddy, c’mon, i know you can do it. use your words and ask for it.” 
you couldn’t help but to whimper at his words, the softness of his voice making you want to do whatever he asked of you and you did just that, “please, daddy? please, fuck me harder?” 
that’s all he wanted. you couldn’t even settle with what happened before you were on your back and your legs were resting on his shoulders, he pulled out and slammed back in making you scream, “see? such a good girl, asking daddy to fuck you harder.” his hands parted your legs and moved them to your chest putting you in his favorite position just so he could fuck you harder, deeper, just the way you want him to. 
your hand gripped the couch cushions, drool leaking out the side of your mouth almost continuous from the deep thrust he kept giving you – his tip kissing your cervix and you couldn’t help but to keep clenching around him, you wanted to keep him inside of you just like that. his hands gripped your thighs tightly becoming overwhelmed by the pleasure, his eyes watched as your cunt swallowed his cock, clenching and unclenching around him every time he pulled out and pushed back in. 
tears sprung in your eyes but it all felt heavenly, feeling just how deep he was almost making your tummy bulge, your hand moved to rest on your stomach and you looked up at him seeing him focused on your pussy. “‘s good, please, please.” 
“please what? you want more?” his eyes locked with yours as he changed the pace of his thrusts, slowly moving his hips making you feel everything he had to give you, “want daddy to fuck you like a slut? hm?” 
the moan you let out was obscene, you nodded your head and he happily obliged, going back to his rough pace fucking into you like you were a two-cent whore and he hated you. he pulled out and manhandled you into that beautiful arch he would never get tired of seeing, his hand smacking your ass, once, twice, and three times hearing how loud your moans got with every hit. “s-shit wade, wade, fuck..!” 
his hand came down your ass again making your back arch even further, “that’s not my name, say it or i’ll stop” 
“daddy, m’gonna cum, gonna cum.” you said, tears running down your face and your thighs trembling, you try to push him back but he didn’t allow it, he grabbed your hands and pinned them to your back. his hip smacking against yours louder than before echoing in the room and bouncing off the walls. 
“don’t push me away, take it like a good girl. you always take it so tonight shouldn’t be any different, you asked for this so take it.” his voice rough in your ears, his hands smoothing down your stomach pressing against the bulge in your stomach, “fuck, you can feel how deep i am..” he chuckled pressing down even harder and there it was, you couldn’t hold back anymore, your thighs started to shake vigorously and your cunt clamped down on his cock tightly – your cum coating his cock. “there you go, fuck, you’re so tight.” 
your back still arched as you tried to catch your breath but as quickly as you settled, the breath was knocked out of you again when wade started to move again. you mewled into the couch, the overstimulation of his cock dragging against your walls,too sensitive for you to take but you couldn’t push him away not with his hands still pinning yours to the small of your back. “wade ‘s too much.” 
“aww it’s too much? i thought you could take it, guess not..” he mocked, his hips still unwavering and still moving not caring about how overstimulated you were, chasing his pleasure. “you can take a little more, baby. i know you can.” he said and you believed him, a whimper leaving your lips and your head moving against the couch cushions. 
His thrusts became sloppier as he became closer and closer to cumming, you couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it, receiving everything he was giving you. he cursed loudly and pulled your hips flush against his, a gasp leaving yours when you felt the warmth of his cum filling you up and his cock twitching inside of you. “fuck, fuck, take it all, baby.” 
after a minute, he pulled out and watching your combined cum leak out of your abused cunt, dripping down your leg. he pulled you closer to him, kissing your neck and cheeks softly before smoothing down your hair and caressing your cheek. “you okay, baby?” he asked you, making you smile at his concern. 
“mhm never better. don’t leave for that long again, i missed you.” you replied, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm. 
“i missed you too, princess. come on, let’s go clean up and then i’ll order us some food, okay?” you nodded in response before he kissed you again and picked you up, and carrying you to the bathroom to run a bath and cater to you for the rest of the night.
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marvellover76 · 1 month
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Mobius: Please tell me you didn't drag Wade into this.
Y/n: I didn't drag Wade into this.
*knock on the door*
Loki: Who's that?
Y/n: I think you already know.
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lady-ashfade · 1 month
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Insane In The Membrane
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Platonic!Deadpoll x teen!reader
-♡ I have no idea what this is about but it’s just a funny thought.
-♡ warnings: wade being a sore loser.
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“So tell me how you ending up here again?” the man sitting across from you asked as he laid down a new card from his deck. you shrugged at his questions and look through the cards in your hands while bouncing you foot in boredom.
“No really sure, my best friend was doing some magical shit and the next minute I’m here,” you pick up a card and flick it down then looked back up at him, “playing cards with you.”
“And that’s exciting it’s it?” He gushed. You could see him kicking his legs like a child with a tone of a hint of craziness- who was he really?
“You know i think-” he stops himself again when he looks down at the table and his eyes fall on the card you placed down. “Oh, what the fuck!” He shouts and stands up in anger like a child again, you’re sensing a theme.
“Have a hard time expecting defeat?” You smirk at him.
You then jump back a bit when he takes his arm and cleans the table of everything, your drink & the cards. then his finger comes closer to your face and you watch it confused.
“Talk nicer to your elders,” he calms his voice back down and then presses his finger to your nose and holds it there. you look up at him and slowly blink.
“So you’re insane?” his fingers still hangs on the tip of your nose and you could almost feel the smile radiating off of him.
“Insanely fun! Now let me go introduce you to my team- oh, there’s this big guy made of metal, he’s kinda a dick but you’ll warm up to him-” he goes on and on as you both travel together, making you want to slam your head against the window of the cab he dragged you to.
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