#sub!wade

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Wade was the one to bring it up; it started as a joke, a "what if you used a gun in bed," and slowly turned into "please use a gun in bed," and who were you to say no to him? It'd be empty anyways... That's what you thought, but somehow you end up in between his legs holding a gun with a singular bullet in it; you know how many shots it would take for the bullet to rush out. Three.

With that knowledge, you hold the gun up to Wade's forehead while you shove all eight inches of silicone cock into his aching hole; it makes him squirm, biting down on his scarred lip as he watches the way you move.

"Fuck!-go faster, yeah? I like it rough!" He gushes out as you press the gun further into his skin, making him slightly curl into himself, shoulders raising higher as he pouts, "I don't think you're in the position to boss me around now, are ya, Wade?" You question as you lean into him, hips jerking forward forcefully, which draws a long moan from his throat.

From that point on, you purposefully slow down, giving him long, deep strokes that force moans from his throat, and he basically drools at the feeling of the silicone pressing into him.

"I'm two bullets away from blowing your head off." You try to sound threatening, but it only draws a shiver from the man as he bites down on his bottom lip as though trying to draw blood, and knowing him, he probably was. You bring his other leg up to your side, which he gladly complies, and let his calf rest on your shoulder.

"Love when you talk dirty to me!!" He swoons.You've basically got him in a mating press; your lower stomach is inches away from his, and each time you pull your sweaty body away, you feel his balls stick and then slowly peel away from your skin.

It takes a few more thrusts and a lack of the clicking sound from the gun for Wade to speak up and complain very loudly, "Are you gonna shoot that thing, or you just gonna wave it around?"

"You want me to?" You question as if it weren't already obvious when he handed you a loaded gun.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," he grins up at you, and for a moment you aren't sure about it; you knew the wound would close as fast as it opens, yet you worried about what type of person that would make you.

You kind of shrug as you pull yourself from the thought as you hear his voice echo through your head.

"Com'mon, shoot me, baby!" He chokes out through a harsh moan as his eyes force themselves open to meet yours."Blow my fucking brains out!" He huffs oh so lovingly as he grips onto the sheets below him, hands trembling, trying to hold onto this feeling a little longer. It takes you a while; if you were even an ounce sane, you'd tell him that was crazy, but you're dating THEE Deadpool.

You were far past "crazy" at this point. -"Alright, red dead," you start as a form of agreement, and that alone gets him worked up.

"you ready?" You ask him, and he nods like an eager puppy waiting for a treat. You hold the gun up and pull the slide back just to hear the clicking sound that makes Wade squeak in excitement.

You slowly lower the gun to his head, and it's hard to keep it steady since you're actively pumping into him with such force that pushes him further up the bed with each thrust.

"Yes! Yes!" He looks up at you with pleading eyes, and though they seem to be pitch white, they still have the effect on you.

Click

Nothing comes out yet, and Wade sucks in a sharp breath. You give him a few more harsh, slow thrusts, making sure every inch was stuffed inside him, and as the anticipation grew, you felt his legs begin to shake as he slowly but surely lost any ounce of control left.

"Wow, that does it for ya?" You try to tease, but the man has never been one for shame; he nods aggressively, his fuck-me eyes have never been stronger. "You know it does." He pokes out his lips when he says it; of course, it doesn't give the same cute effect it does when his mask is on, yet you think he looks cuter this way.

His brow bones tilt upwards so harshly, and a bead of sweat falls directly in between them; you swear it was something out of a fucking movie.

Without a word you pull back on the trigger again.

Click

He retracts into himself this time, and even with the knowledge that the bullet wouldn't come out, he whines like a deer with a broken foot when it doesn't. His eyes squeeze shut as he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, his legs tremble not, and all he can do is let out a "yes" in a whispered tone, completely and utterly defeated. He repeats it until he feels his orgasm sneak up on him past the point of return, and right before it comes crashing into him, you pull back on the trigger.

Bang

For Wade, he had felt such an intense orgasm wash over him; the tips of his fingers tingled, and you hear the crack of his toes curling into themselves. He can't seem to push out a breath at the moment, the feeling in his abdomen far too strong.

And for you, you watch as his blood splatters over your freshly washed sheets, the noise making you flinch slightly. You stop pushing the toy into him as his legs spasm and the hole in his head slowly closes itself up.

He looks as though he had finally been brought back down to reality, and he lets out a harsh breath and then pants as though he just learned to breathe.

"Fuck!" He finally lets go of the sheets and tries to relax his muscles, yet they stills pasm.

"Didn't know you had it in you, sweetums!"

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