'Merc With A Heart?' (Deadpool x Reader) [ DISCONTINUED ]

"Damnn Gurrrl"

(Explicit Language Ahead. Eh, who am I kiddin, what'd you expect from Deadpool? Haha!)

I can't believe myself right now. I just accepted a job from a crazy killer in a costume. Yeah, I sound like the worst person in the world right now, but- I'll go to hell for saying this- I'm actually enjoying it. This is one of the most fun things that has ever happened to me!
We go to the club, get drunk, and even hang out in the alleys just to talk. It's insane! Although, he's a real pain in the ass sometimes. Okay I lied- all the time. But I love it, because I'm becoming an ass too.
Yeah so it's basically the worst way to live the dream. Not to mention that he always finds some way to sneak into my apartment while I'm sleeping. Creepy...

Today Deadpool is taking me to his "favorite spot". And by that he means his tenth favorite spot. *eye roll*
"Come on, it's just past this corner!" He says cheerfully. I follow close behind. We turn the corner to nothing but more alley.
"You were saying?" I mock. He whips around and flicks my forehead.
"You shut the hell up! Maybe it's the next corner..." He snaps. We turn again to see a ladder. "Ah! Landhoe! Come on hoe, just climb it already." He says while laughing at me. I flick him back as I start climbing the ladder.
"You're supposed to say that when you find land from water, dumbass," I correct. He huffs,
"Oh whatever, we're here anyways." I climbed as best as I could through the dark.
"DAMN!" He hollers. I look around frantically.
"What is it?!?" I panic.
"YOUR ASS! That's what! Look at this thing! Fuck, I'm so horny right now," he hoots. I blush bright red. Luckily he can't see my face through the darkness.
"Shut up, Deadperv!" I squeak. The silence between us only wants me to climb faster. Who knows what he's doing down there.
I reach the top and start crawling to the left onto a huge storage crate. I look over the side and realize how high we are. I could get a decent view of the city from up here.
Deadpool catches up and lays his head back against another crate lazily. I do the same. My leg is between his other one. We both look out over to the city in- surprisingly, silence.

"Wade." He says bluntly. I look at him in question. "Wade Wilson. That's my name." He turns to me. I nod and look at him.
"So... Wade Wilson, does that mean I can see your face too?" I ask. He chuckles and props one knee up for his arm to rest on.
"That's classified stuff, missy. You won't be seeing that anytime soon." He says jokingly. I frown.
"But you told me your name," I remind him. He looks over at me.
"So?"
"Isn't that classified too?" I ask, confused. I can tell when he's grinning behind his mask.
"Yeah, highly classified. Too classy-a-fied to tell! Oh you won't believe how classified it is." He says while motioning his hands.
"...Well why'd you tell me!" I fluster. He leans forwards.
"You wanna know a secret?" He says playfully. "Come close," he directs. I lean close as he comes close to my ear.
"Cause I like you." He whispers. I blink a few times as he sits up.
"What?" I say lamely. I blow a piece of hair out of my face and roll my eyes. "Ha ha, you're so funny Wade Wilson. I bet that isn't even your real name." I cross my arms and lean back against the crates.
"You're right! My name's Ricky!" He laughs. I squint at him, knowing he's just joking. "But seriously, I like you, baby-girl." He laughs. I blush as I look away. He leans forwards again.
"Come on, baby, take it off. Take off my mask for me if you really want to know who I am." He offers. I widen my eyes and lean towards him.
I carefully pull the mask up from his neck, slowly reaching the chin. I pull it up to about where his nose starts and inspect his skin. It doesn't look healthy. It looks, damaged and ugly, but it looks squishy. I was taunted to touch it.
Before I could reach any higher, Wade leans forwards and presses his lips softly onto mine.
My eyes widen even larger in shock. I start to close my eyes and return the kiss more passionately.
His lips feel so good on mine... It feels... right this time. It feels more meaningful. I lift my arms up to the side of his head and hold him on my lips. His hands make way to my lower back and hips. I kiss him one more time when I feel my bra strings snap. I yank away from him, bright red and angry.
"What the hell was that?!" I yell. He quickly pulls his mask back over his mouth and neck.
"What?" He asks confused. I try to snap it back in place.
"Why are you undoing my bra, Wade Wilson!" I squeal. He tries to hold back a laugh. "Now what is it!" He slides back laughing.
"Your head looks like a raspberry!" He teases. "Admit it, (Y/N), you're in LOVE WITH ME!" He hollers. I fluster hard and cross my arms.
"N-No! I never said that!" I burst.
"Yeah you did! All over my lips!
(Y/N) and Deadpool sittin-in-a-tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" He falls over blushing and laughing. I crawl out off of the crate and back down the ladder.
"Shut up!" I yell back as I struggle to climb down. I finally reach the bottom of the ladder-
People covered in dark clothing surround me. Before I could do anything, they cover my mouth and tie me up in a van, all in just a few seconds. And off I went....