Warnings: break-in, crime, criminals, weapons (swords and guns), threats, shoulder-dislocation, snapping bones back into place, little bit of sexism, JJ being a perv, etc..
After killing Francis and extracting his revenge, JJ felt empty - like he had no purpose anymore. Until, he heard of the most skilled thief in the world, who just so happened to live in his town: New York City.
He'd heard rumours that this particular thief was able to break into anywhere and steal everything, leaving nothing behind. No alarms could catch this thief, no security could stop them. No one could decipher how this thief had never been caught, or how they would even be able to capture them.
This thief wasn't playing around..
Which is what led JJ into the employment of one of the richest man in the city - Clifford Archibald. Clifford had hired JJ to guard his safe, while he attended a gala: after hearing about the 'merc with a mouth', who had never failed at his job.
Clifford had told JJ he was especially worried about a break-in tonight, after a bad dream he had had the night before. Obviously, JJ thought the man was bat-shit crazy, but took the job anyways after the seeing how much the old man was offering: aka, a very generous amount of money.
He'd been given 1 rule -> Shoot anyone that steps foot anywhere near the vault.
And so, later that night, JJ arrived and stood at the entrance to the man's vault, in the master bedroom, hidden in the walk-in closet. "Poor sucker," JJ smirked, looking around the closet at all the pairs of watches and Clifford's wife's jewellery. "It's like he's asking to be robbed."
After playing a few rounds of dress-up and exploring the mansion, which he'd practically been given free-reign of, he sat down in front of the vault, spinning his prized gun's barrel and pretending to shoot.
If it wasn't clear, JJ was bored out of his mind.
That was, until about 4AM, when he heard a noise in the master bedroom's ensuite bathroom. He stood up, careful not to make any noise and potentially alert whoever was in the bathroom. He slowly made his way, across the bedroom, to the bathroom and switched on the light, his gun pointed into the room.
"Freeze, motherfucker!" He said, into an empty bathroom. He looked around, stepping inside. No one was in there, not in the shower, not in the bath - or behind it.
He lowered the gun, beginning to wonder if his mind was just playing tricks on him, when all of a sudden, the bathroom door slammed shut behind him!
He spun around, "What the fuck?!" He exclaimed, banging on the door. He tried the handle, onto to find the door locked and blocked my something on the outside. "Hey! You're gonna pay for that!" He yelled, banging on the door.
JJ took a few steps back and ran into the door with his shoulder. "Fuck!" He yelled, when no damage was done to the door - unlike his shoulder, which had dislocated itself. He growled in pain and snapped it back into place - just like his anger, which had also snapped with it.
He pulled out his gun and shot the door handle, breaking the lock. His foot then connected with the door, making it fly off its hinges and fall down. The chair that was blocking it, was also thrown back.
He ran from the bathroom, through the bedroom and into the walk-in closet, where the vault was kept. That's when he saw you, loading some bags, full of the cash and gold that was inside the safe.
He had no idea how you'd cracked the safe open, but right now that wasn't his priority. "Hey!" He grabbed you and threw you against the wall, only to press you harder against it, as his hand landed next to your head and his gun pressed into your waist.
That's when he finally got a good look at the thief that had managed to steal and break into the most impenetrable of banks and houses. He was surprised that it was a woman behind all the incredible and impossible break-ins, but he kept that as a thought in his head.
He looked you up and down, watching how your figure was perfectly squeezed into the black, latex catsuit you were wearing, as well as the boots he assumed were apart of it. He saw every little curve and shape of your body, and his eyes particularly locked onto your deep cleavage, which was surrounded by white fluffy fur - a gentle contrast between something so sweet and something so dangerous.
After basically tearing his eyes from your cleavage, he looked up and met your eyes - staring into his (through the mask) - with anger and a hint of curiosity. He noticed the little black mask, covering the top half of your face, leaving your bottom half clear to see, like for example, the dark lipstick you wore, capturing JJ's gaze.
"Alright, pervert, you caught me." Your voice called him back to reality. "Well fucking done. Now, let me go."
"Not so fast, kitty cat." JJ smirked beneath his mask, as his hand moved to grip your arm. "Care to explain why you're stealing from a poor defenceless old man?"
"Clearly he's not defenceless. You're here, aren't you?" You retorted, looking him up and down with a calculating gaze. "Why are you here anyways? Didn't realise Deadpool did security jobs now."
His eyes narrowed, watching as you glared up at him. He knew what you were trying to do - you were trying to annoy him, only to catch him off guard later. But he wasn't falling for it. However, that didn't mean he wasn't gonna play along with you.
"I'm not just a killer, kitty."
"No? Then why'd you bring your weapons? Most security guards only have a gun."
"You'd know wouldn't you? Speaking of, where's our friend Clifford on the list of rich people to rob?"
"Number 12? I think. It's so hard to keep track."
"Yeah, I'll bet. You're really making a name for yourself, Black Cat."
"What do you care? You're just some mercenary."
"A mercenary who was told to kill you."
This made you stop for a moment. You'd never been caught before, not like this. Sure, you'd been seen and once captured, but you'd managed to flirt your way out of it. But this time? You weren't so sure. However, you weren't going without a fight.
"Kill me? You won't." You smirk, playing confident, despite the worry and dread you were feeling in your stomach.
"Oh? Won't I?"
"No, you won't. You know why? Because you want me.. and I.. want you."
Your hands slowly begin to map his chest, feeling every little muscle and scar, hidden beneath his suit. You heard his heartbeat slowly speed up, as your claws trailed over his abs.
"Easy, kitty cat." He warned, but there was no hint of anger, or, hell, there was no warning in his tone.
"Oh, come on. Don't lie to yourself, Red. I mean, just imagine it. Black Cat and Deadpool.. no one would mess with us."
He didn't want too, but hell, he thought about it - he imagined it - and honestly? He liked what he saw..
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He swallowed the lump in his throat when he felt your manicured nails trail along his shoulder, he tensed up at your touch.
god, why do you do this. He thought, he couldn’t get away from you, not even on the damn roof. Not that he was complaining.
“Y/n.” He murmured, voice wavering. You moved to face him, your eyes boring into his. His hand went to the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.
“Jj.” You tilted your head up, a small smile on your face. He was so glad you couldn’t see his face underneath the mask because he was blushing like fucking crazy.
“What’s up…?” He asked you, squinting his eyes at you. You shrugged, looking him up and down.
“I can’t just say hi?” You asked him, he shook his head quickly.
“Nah, nah, course you can. Just didn’t expect it. A phone call or like a text next time would be nice though.” He rambled on. “Been super busy and shit, but I was actually about to go get a bite I mean, you can come with if you want-“
You rolled your eyes at the boy. “Okay.”
He paused his rambling. “Okay….?”
“I’ll come with you. Where were you thinking?” You shrugged.
“Oh. Well, there’s this super good Mexican restaurant down the block. Oh my god, it’s to fucking die for.”
And so you both piled into a booth, in your costumes, hunched over and eating. His mask was raised up to his nose, and he ate like a damn pig. You paused your movements, watching him chew down all the food on his plate in seconds.
He glanced back up at you, chewing the food in his mouth as he mumbled out a “what? I got something on my face?” And started to touch around his mouth.
“Jesus.” You sighed, leaning over the table. His eyes went straight to your cleavage that was now on full display to him, his mouth watered. You wiped the piece of food from his mouth, before getting back in your seat, his eyes still stuck on your boobs before you snapped.
“Eyes up here, dude.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at the boy.
“I’ll be… right back!” He quickly excused himself, practically running to the bathroom.
“Fucking perv.” You chuckled to yourself, glancing down at your phone and back up at the bathroom doors.
jj sighed in relief when he closed the stall door, his hard on aching in his suit. Goddamnit, why did this have to happen right now? While he was eating with the most attractive girl he’s ever set his eyes on?
Oh well. He’d just have to jerk one. At least that’s what he thought. He had just began to take his suit off, but as soon as he started, he heard a knock on the stall door.
“It’s occupied, asshole, there’s like 2 other stalls!” JJ exclaimed.
“It’s me, you idiot.” You spoke with a giggle when he opened the bathroom stall, suit already halfway down.
He stuttered around, covering himself with his hands, trying to think of an excuse. You went into the stall with him, shutting the door behind you. He was taken aback, but did not complain when you kissed him, pulling him in by the back of his head. He moaned into your mouth, his hands falling and going to your face.
And that’s how you ended up pushed against the stall door, your moans and the sound of skin slapping being the only thing heard in the bathroom.
“Oh- oh, JJ!” You cried out, your nails digging into his back, deep enough to make him bleed. His hands went to move your mask from your face, and you moved his.
you were glad that Jj was such a perv. You would have it no other way, really.
clinically insane , ADHD , loves his twin blades , reckless , doesn't plan ahead , protective , 'merc with a mouth' , cares for his friends , good with a gun , stupid , serious issues , pain in the ass ...
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Warnings: the danger is clear, violence, death, killing, cancer mentions, burns, human testing, child abuse, Luke Maybank, mentions of suicide, murder.. etc. (not proof read)
I would like to add a genuine apology from me, for how long this took
DEADPOOL!JJ... who had the shittiest childhood imaginable. His mother abandoned him, at the age of 3, leaving him with the one and only Luke Maybank.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who was abused by his father throughout all his childhood. His face and body was always littered with cuts and bruises, that he had no choice but to clean and patch up himself.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who didn't have many friends - or anyone really that he could trust. He was never really good at making friend, mainly due to the walls he'd built around himself, thanks to Luke's beatings.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who never trusted anyone, with anything. There was no other person in the world, beside himself, that he trusted. He'd learned from Luke, "hell is other people". He never really understood what it meant, until later in life - when everyone he loved let him down.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who ran away from home at 16, abandoning his life in the Outer Banks - with a single backpack full of clothes and a firearm he'd stolen from his father's nightstand.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who'd managed to score a cheap apartment in New York. It was small, but it was good enough and it was more home to JJ than his father's house in the OBX ever was.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who worked as a waiter at a small restaurant for a while, until he was roped into the Bounty Hunting business, where he found his true passion.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who spent 3 years bounty hunting, dangerous and less-dangerous criminals. From his jobs over the years - each criminal worth a different amount - he'd moved into a better apartment, with a lot more space and decorated to his delight.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who discovered he was diagnosed with with cancer, and found out there was no one who was able to save him, legally.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who gave up bounty hunting after his diagnosis, and turned to getting drunk and sleeping with as many desperate sluts as he could. After all, he was going to die, might as well make the most of it.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who was then told about a secret program, that could heal anything and anyone. Of course, he took it - after all he had 'nothing to lose'.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who arrived at the location he'd been sent, very sceptical and suspicious. After all, the location he'd gone to was an old abandoned factory on the outskirts of New Jersey.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who ended up getting tied into a glass-coffin-type-shit, by a man named Francais, who promised he'd be fixed after a few hours in there. However, he was tricked and while his cancer was cured, he was also gifted certain.. side effects.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who broke out of the glass-coffin and attacked the men who came at him. He managed to lock them all in a room, before making a break for it. That was when he was stopped by.. you guessed it, Francais.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who was then shot 3 times in the chest, by Francais, and died on the spot..
DEADPOOL!JJ... who didn't actually die right then.. he woke up 2 hours later, fully healed. The bullets were on the floor, his clothes covered in blood - yet there was not a scratch on him.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who was confused by his sudden regeneration. He scrambled home, making sure to avoid any and all remaining men in the factory. When he arrived home, that's when he began to freak out.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who realised soon after he'd ran home with bare feet, as he saw the blood from the cuts in his feet start to pool out onto his tiled bathroom floor.. however when he lifted up his foot, there was nothing there.. no cuts or bruises, just a few stones stuck to his skin.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who had no idea what was happening to him. Maybe he was dead? Or maybe he had finally lost it? Ooh! Maybe he was in a psych hospital, under a ton of drugs!
DEADPOOL!JJ... who then realised - or had an epiphany - if you will: maybe these powers were given to him for a reason. Maybe he was supposed to be unable to die or take any damage - all for the greater good!
DEADPOOL!JJ... who then laughed out loud at the thought. As if, he, JJ Maybank, would have been chosen to defend others and fight crime: he was crime! And so, he then decided that these powers were probably some sort of freak accident: one he could use to his advantage.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who became a mercenary, a gun for hire, who worked for the highest bidder - all while playing his own game of searching for the man who had done this to him, Francais. Sure, these powers had their perks, but it meant JJ was unable to live a normal life.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who's reputation reached beyond New York, and took him all around the States. On his jobs, he was known to be very mouthy and chatty: earning him the name, 'the merc with the mouth'.
DEADPOOL!JJ... who, 4 months later, finally found Francais and killed him. JJ thought he'd be complete afterwards, that his life mission was completed.. but instead he felt empty, like there was no reason for him to live now. After all, he had no one he could put all his time and energy into destroying.. until he met YOU.
