Request: Can u write about where Wade Wilson and the reader are in a relationship. And they got married. And when they have there honeymoon they visit … Maybe Russia ? (’Cause it’s cold and yeah u can cuddle and touch each other ) and yeah first they visit the city but when they are in the hotel/house/villa idc they don’t make it to the bed ‘cause wade gets easily turned on even if the reader doesn’t make any sexually . (Maybe he gets turned on when the reader is thinking and is biting on her lip) ?
A/N: Okay, I’m awful at smut. Nevertheless, here’s this. I hope you like it!
“Stop fidgeting, (Y/N).” Natasha warned, smoothing down your
“Sorry,” you muttered.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about.” She smiled softly,
placing a hand on your arm to help calm you down.
“It’s not me I’m nervous about.” You admitted with a
distracted voice, your mind going wild with a million different scenarios
ending in a ruined day.
“Trust me; he’s not going to fuck this up.” She promised.
Your cherry lips curved up into a small smile, thinking about how long you’ve
waited for this day. “Now go get ‘em,” she urged, pushing you towards the
ornate mahogany doors. Your stomach flipped as a man opened the doors for you,
the music playing for you to walk down the aisle. You’d only taken a step before
your father smiled to you, wrapping his arm gently around you. You breathed
heavily, your eyes on Wade as you walked down the aisle. Next to you, your
father was whispering lax words of encouragement to you. You were pleasantly
surprised that he was behaving so well, considering he didn’t like Wade in the
slightest. Well, he did but only because Wade seemed to make you happy. The audience
full of friends and family became a blur as your father passed you to Wade,
planting a firm kiss on your cheek. The pastor began speaking, the words going
unnoticed by you. You were watching Wade with a gentle smile, him watching you
in return. It was so seldom that you saw him like this, serious and attentive.
No matter how he acted, you loved him more than anything. But it was moments
like these that made you feel loved in return. Your mind tuned back in to the
ceremony once the pastor asked, “Do you, Wade, take (Y/N) to be your lawfully
wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
“I do,” he smiled.
“And do you, (Y/N), take Wade to be your lawfully wedded
husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for
richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
“I do,” you reciprocated his smile, your heart warming.
“And now the bride and groom will exchange vows,” the pastor
announced. You breathed nervously, keeping your eyes locked with Wade as you
began your vows.
“Today I fully and unconditionally give you my all; to be by
your side through thick and thin. I vow to hold you when we go to sleep and
kiss you when we wake up.” You let out a shaky breath, your heart singing in
your chest. “Today, I become your soulmate. I am your best friend your confidant
and your lover. Today I become your wife. We have been through so much and that
is the past good and bad has made our love stronger every day. Today, we give
ourselves to one another and we will continue to prevail, because the best is
yet to come.” Another shaky breath as you continued. “I used to be afraid of
falling in love, of giving my heart away. How could I trust a man to love me,
to give to me all that I wanted to give to him?” Your heart was beating rapidly
in your chest, your mind persuading him to understand the love you held. “Wade,
when I met you, I realized how much we could share together. You have renewed
my life: Today I join that life with yours.” Wade smiled, his hand squeezing
“I want to thank you for coming into my life and for filling
in the empty part of my heart.” He put his head down almost in shame before
looking back up at you with a wide smile. “I used to be alone in my place,
alone as I sleep, alone as I eat, and alone as I cry. I sat down on the table
eating chimichangs, wishing that someday, somehow I could have somebody sharing
the treat with me. Years past and yet, I still wake up with nothing but a
pillow by my side.” His eyes were shining, tear glistening in the orbs. “I used
to cry and wipe my tears alone because nobody would dare to do it for me. I
never lost hope, though, that one day, someone would come and take my hand.”
Your heart clenched tightly, your hand grasping his sweetly. “Here you are
right now, right before me, true and real. I’m not afraid to cry anymore, not
because you are there to wipe the tears away, but because I have you on my side
tapping my shoulder, embracing me, sharing my very emotions. I’m not afraid to
wake up anymore not because I know that I will wake up with you by my side. And
most importantly, I’m not afraid to let myself love anymore because I know you’ll
always protect my heart.” His breathing was becoming shakier, almost as if he
was conveying his very emotions into every word. “I want to thank you, not only
for finding and loving me, but for accepting ever one of my flaws, my
weaknesses, and my strengths. But most importantly, I want to thank you for
opening up to me, because I’d rather be alone in this life than be without you.”
A happy laugh escaped your lips, a single tear rolling down your face. Wade
didn’t look to be holding up much better, his tears shining bright in his eyes.
“Let us now exchange rings,” the pastor proclaimed, causing
you and Wade to break eye contact. Widow walked down the aisle, a smirk on her
face as she handed you both the rings. You two were never ones for normal, you
mused. “These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of
love for you, that are holding yours on your wedding day, as you promise to
love each other today, tomorrow, and forever. These are the hands that will
work alongside yours, as you build your future together. These are the hands
that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, and with the
slightest touch, will comfort you like no other. These are the hands that will
hold you when fear or grief fills your mind. These are the hands that will
countless times wipe the tears from your eyes; tears of sorrow, and as in today,
tears of joy. These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children, the
hands that will help you to hold your family as one. These are the hands that
will give you strength when you need it. And lastly, these are the hands that
even when wrinkled and aged, will still be reaching for yours, still giving you
the same unspoken tenderness with just a touch.” He looked to Wade with a soft
stare. “Wade, place the ring on (Y/N)’s finger and please repeat after me.”
Wade lifted the ring carefully, softly slipping it onto your finger. It had
taken the two of you months to choose rings, finally deciding that a diamond-studded
silver band with each other’s name engraved on the inside was the best choice.
Wade echoed the pastor’s words, “I give you this ring as a symbol of my commitment
to you. It has no beginning and it has no end. May its presence on your hand
always remind you of my eternal love.” The pastor then turned to you. “(Y/N),
place the ring on Wade’s finger and please repeat after me.” You slid the ring
onto his finger effortlessly, keeping his hand in yours as you repeated the
pastor’s words. “Wade and (Y/N), may you live happily ever after. May all your
days be blessed with love and friendship. May each day and night of your lives
be a new beginning,” the pastor paused, taking a breath. “By the power vested
in me by the state of (Y/S), I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now
kiss the bride.” Wade wasted no time, dipping you down and melting his mouth
against your own. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your tongue moving against
his own. It was a longer kiss than most people would probably have but you
loved every second of it. When he finally pulled away, you smiled to him.
“I love you, (Y/N).” Wade whispered, his smile mirroring
“And I love you, Wade Wilson.” The rest of the night passed
in a blur. You’d had the reception, stolen a few kisses, had your first dance
as husband and wife, cut the cake together, and then boarded the plane leaving
for Moscow. Your head was resting on Wade’s shoulder, your hands intertwined.
“You can sleep,” Wade said, his voice sounding just as tired
as you felt. “We’ve still got a ways.” You nodded against his shoulder, tucking
yourself further into his side. He happily shifted himself to accommodate you. You
made a mental note to thank Tony for loaning them a private jet as you drifted
off, if he hadn’t, it would’ve been a lot more uncomfortable. It felt like it had
only been a moment since you’d fallen asleep before Wade was pressing a kiss to
your shoulder in an attempt to wake you up. If he’d done anything more abrupt,
he probably would’ve been on the receiving end of your killer right hook. “We’re
here.” He announced, lifting you out of the seat and walking. Wrapping your
arms around him, you opened your eyes. “Hello there, sleepy head.”
“Hey,” you smiled, jumping out of his arms. Wade went to
reach for his mask, your arm intercepting before he could grab it. “I told you
to not even bother packing that.”
“I know.” He sighed. “I just don’t want to draw attention to
“Oh yeah, cause a bright red mask is real inconspicuous.”
You argued sarcastically. Moving closer to him, you wrapped your arms around
his neck. “I want to spend the next two weeks with Wade Wilson not Deadpool.”
He smiled genuinely, his forehead resting against your own.
“Why not both?” He asked suggestively. You rolled your eyes,
planting a chaste kiss on his lips.
“Come on, the city awaits!” You called behind you, already
rushing towards the car waiting for you two. He chuckled behind you, running to
catch up. Once the two of you were situated comfortably in the car, your
luggage in the back, the driver started up the route to Moscow. Ever since you
were a kid, you’d always wanted to go to Moscow. With your line of work, you’d
expect to have gone at least once. Wade was pleasantly surprised when he found
out you’d never been there. You’d both agreed pretty quickly that Moscow was
where you wanted the honeymoon. By the end of the day you and Wade had visited
Moscow Kremlin, Red Square, Lenin’s Mausoleum, Kremlin Armoury, attended a show
in Bolshoi Theatre, and taken a stroll through Gorky Park. It had been a wondrous
day, filled with thrilling sights and laughter; although, more than a few times
you had to be practically attached to Wade to keep warm. It might have been a
better idea to come in the summer but you didn’t mind, loving being able to
cuddle up to Wade throughout the day. You and Wade had settled down at a restaurant
a few blocks from the hotel after the hunger became too apparent to ignore.
“Don’t like it?” You asked, your nose scrunched up in an
adorable fashion. Wade was practically gagging, holding up one of the dozens of
plates in front of him.
“If the person who created this dish is still alive, I’m
killing them.” You laughed, watching him sort through the piles of plates. He’d
ordered almost everything at the restaurant, claiming he had to try it all. For
the last hour, you had been watching him react to each food while you ate your
own dish. You’d finished eating a few minutes ago, opting to observe your new
husband. He was so much more relaxed than normal. Usually he’d be a bit more
closed off, wanting to avoid being seen in public with you without his mask. It
pained you how insecure he could feel at times. As you thought about Wade, a
pleasant scent assaulted your nose. It smelled like chocolate heaven. Turning
your head, you kept your eyes trained on the desert as a waiter walked past with
it. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen, sugary delicacies drizzled in the richest
of chocolate. You licked your lips before biting your bottom lip. You really
didn’t need that; you reprimanded yourself, looking back to Wade. You furrowed
your brows, watching his eyes darken with lust.
“Wade?” You asked as his eyes were practically undressing
you on the spot. With quick movements he threw a fist full of bills on the
table and sprinted back to the hotel, your hand in his the whole time. “Wade,
what are you doing?” He didn’t answer you, pulling you into the elevator with
him. When an elderly gentlemen attempted to enter the lift, Wade glared at him,
prompting him to let the doors close. “Wade, what the hell is go- ummf,” your
question was interrupted by Wade’s mouth invading your own. He pushed you
against the elevator wall roughly, lifting you up by your bottom to pull you
closer. You could feel his arousal pushing into your middle in just the right
place to make you moan. He thrust his body against yours, attempting to get you
closer. There was a primal need in his kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth
ruthlessly. You were practically putty under his ministrations, your breathing coming
out in shallow pants. Grinding your hips against his own, you abandoned his
mouth to let out another long moan. He dropped to your neck almost instantly,
biting then soothing the spot with his tongue. “Wade,” you whimpered, grinding
your front against his once again. He groaned, keeping you in his arms as you
left the elevator towards your room. Honestly, you didn’t know if there were
any people in the halls, but you couldn’t care less at this point. Wade had set
you down while he searched for the key, fumbling with the lock. Being as
impatient as you were, you rubbed your hands down Wade’s chest slowly. The
longer he took, the closer you got to the spot he wanted you to be. You had
just reached his stomach when he finally got the door open. Without warning, he
pulled you into the room, slamming the door shut with your body. He once again
began his attack on your mouth, being sure to stroke your tongue with his own.
He practically ripped your shirt off, throwing it somewhere into the dark room.
He stopped your attempts at getting his own shirt off by unzipping your jeans. He
let out a frustrated growl when he couldn’t get them off fast enough. You
helped him, chucking them behind the two of you as soon as they were off. His
hands seemed to be everywhere, stroking your aching sex, pinching your hardened
nipple, pulling your hip with a bruising grip. Your hands abandoned his
shoulders, dropping down to get his pants off. Before he’d even gotten out of
his underwear, you were stroking his straining erection. His movements faltered
for a moment, a breathy groan torn from his throat. When he looked back up at
you, his eyes were devoured by lust. He slipped his fingers under the waistband
of your panties, throwing them off with practiced ease. Throwing his own
underwear to the side, he lifted you up again. Your legs wrapped around his
hips automatically, his hardened member already at your entrance. Without so
much as a warning, he thrusted forward into your heat. You both moaned simultaneously,
your lips meeting in another bruising kiss. He didn’t give you more than a few
seconds before pounding into you with ruthless abandonment. The sound of skin
slapping skin cocooned you as he slipped a finger between the two of you,
circling it around your bundle of nerves. His breathing was in synch with his
thrusts, the combining moans of the two of you creating a song of lust and
passion. Your pleasure was building with each relentless thrust, your mind
spinning and you pushed forward to meet each plunge. He sped his thrusts up,
feeling the familiar knot of pleasure in the bottom of his stomach. You could’ve
sworn you saw stars, a scream of his name leaving your throat as you hit your
climax. Your wet heat tightened around him, bringing him closer. He’d continued
with faster, harder thrusts as you pushed over the edge. With one, two, more
thrusts, he was falling over with you. He groaned your name as his warm seed
spread within you, his softening member still connecting the two of you. Your
head had fallen on his shoulder, your breathing slowly returning to normal.
After a moment of blissful silence, he pulled back, his eyes shining with
adoration. You smiled to him, a hand rubbing his back.
“I love you.” He smiled, pulling out of you completely. You
felt a sense of loss that always came when he wasn’t fully connected with you.
“I love you too.” You replied, pulling his head down to meet
you in another kiss. It was soft and sweet, nothing like how he had been not
minutes earlier. His hand trailed down your body, stopping to rest on your hip.
“Ready for round two, Mrs. (Y/N) Wilson?” He asked, a smirk
on his face.
Oh wow thanks for reblogging the different religions' resources for LGBTQ+ folks. I'm definitely going to use it <3 (Oh and the tags were a gem btw gotta love funny pastor stories)
My pastor was the weirdest guy on this planet. He was an OLD, straight, white, cis male. But I have never met a more likable guy. One time he straight up threw somebody out of his church for saying something bad about muslims. And when me and the other kids asked him what they said he told us “It’s not worth repeating. They said it to get their message across, and by repeating and sharing it they’ve won.”
And I was like, “Woah, you’re really wise for a man who asked to be paid in fruit rollups.”
So, back a while, my dad taught me the difference between i.e. and e.g. when listing examples in Latin. It’s one of those, “oh dang well now I know” situations and I thought I might pass along the info.
e.g. = exempli gratia = “For example”
i.e. = id est = “That is”
BUT MIDNIGHT I THOUGHT I.E. WAS “FOR EXAMPLE”?
Nah. It ain’t. When you list examples with i.e., what you’re saying, whether you know it or not, is “only these examples”. For example, “She liked flowers. i.e., roses and carnations” means “She liked flowers, but only roses and carnations.”
When you use e.g. In the same manner, you’re listing examples. Using our example, “She liked flowers. e.g., roses and carnations”, that means “She liked flowers. For example, roses and carnations.”
God doesn’t need us because by not needing us it opens up the possibility for Him to want us. And you would always rather be wanted than needed because in the wanting there is a deeper affection that says this: ‘I desire to be with you,’ not, 'I have to be with you.’
I just like the juxtaposition of Nicki's award speech. "Thank you all out there, my sweet fans and a special thanks to my lovely pastor, you are all good. Also, Miley, I'm going to shove this boot up your ass right now."