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pairing: luke castellan x unclaimed!reader

summary: you haven't been given a quest, but you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile

word count: 5.3k

content: fluffff, loser!reader, happy!luke if you squint and a sprinkle of loser!luke, brief mentions of suicide but nothing heavy, we finally find out which state reader is from

notes: this is so cute i love them.

PART III — she’s gonna save me, call me ‘baby’, run her hands through my hair

Wading through a misty green lake with Luke Castellan was not on your camp bucket list — something you’d produced with a young girl called Silena who you’d met in the arts and crafts cabin — but alas, here you were; knee deep in pond water and ankle deep in whatever sludge lived at the bottom, hands searching blindly along the floor while you tried your best to keep your chin dry.

You probably wouldn’t have been there if you were any good at Volleyball — which really doesn’t make much sense with the given context.

Okay, here’s what happened. It was Saturday at camp halfblood — and while you had been there for a solid three days now, you were yet to experience the joy of the weekends. Not that you knew they were any different, not until Travis Stoll approached you after breakfast.

“Heyyyy, uh...newbie.” He chuckled, sidling up beside you while you were occupied with deciding whether your camp shirt was better tucked into your shorts or left hanging over them.

You turned to the boy with an amused smile, reminding him of your name. He snapped his fingers at you, “I knew that. I did. I just prefer newbie.”

“What’s up, Travis?”

He dropped his finger guns, rocking back and forth on his feet and looking at you sheepishly, “Well, me and a few friends were gonna chuck a ball around on the beach and we need an extra player to make it even. Now that Luke’s not an option.”

He muttered that last bit low and under his breath, not in hopes that you wouldn’t hear but in hopes that Luke wouldn’t — there was no telling how far he was from you at any given moment, but he wasn’t going to tell you that, so he just put on his charming Stoll Smile and said, “So, wanna join us?”

You didn’t have anything to do that day, and since you’d assumed you were in for another long eight hours of finding out what you were good at and failing, a friendly game of ball (which you were safe to assume was volley, per what Luke told you yesterday) seemed like a great idea.

Only it wasn’t — friendly, that is. You wandered over to the net set up on the beach with Travis at your side and a taller girl with curly blonde hair narrowed her eyes at you in suspicion, “How good are you at this?”

“Uh —“ You shrugged, shaking your head slightly, “I’ve never played. We don’t have many beaches where I’m from.”

“You don’t need a beach to play volleyball, newbie.” Connor Stoll appeared out of nowhere, grinning at you, “But it’s easy to pick up. You can be on our team.”

Their team consisted of Connor, Chris, Poppy from the Demeter cabin, Evie and Evan (twins from the Ares cabin) and now, yourself. Apparently it was a lost cause whenever the Stolls were on the same team, so Travis was on the other side of the net with the blonde girl from earlier — who’s name you’d learnt was Sabine, and who’s godly parent was Nike, which did not decrease your nerves even a little bit.

“It’s pretty simple once you get the hang of it.” Evie explained to you once she noticed your unsure eyes. “Just don’t hit the ball twice in a row, Sab’s a stickler for that rule.”

“Other than that, we’re pretty lax.” Her brother tagged on, smirking at you, “This isn’t the Olympics.”

“Tell her that.” You side eyed the blonde on the other side of the net, who was cracking her knuckles and discussing strategy with Travis and Brynn, an Athena kid with a bright blue buzzcut.

The twins let out identical chuckles, sharing a look before patting your shoulders, “You’ll be fine.”

You didn’t have time to quip that the pair of them talking at the same time was a little foreboding before the game was on, and a volleyball was heading straight for you.

To be fair to you, you lasted longer than expected. Maybe it was your battle instincts kicking in, but you hadn’t missed the ball once — sure, your defence lacked any real strategy and was more you hitting the ball in whatever direction and hoping for the best, but it was working, so why complain? You wouldn’t qualify for varsity, but at least you were one upping a Stoll brother — the same couldn’t be said for most campers, you knew that much.

You actually thought you were getting pretty good, too. Your team was up by a few points (no thanks to you, all thanks to Evan. Seriously, he was like six foot four) and Sabine was getting angry. Every now and then she’d turn and scowl at Rhea, one of her teammates, and the girl would just shrug in response before returning to her position. But then, just when you started to get confident with it, Travis got you.

Hard, too. You were paying close attention to your feet, making sure you didn’t trip over any sand when you had to move, and unfortunately didn’t notice the ball coming at you until it clipped you in the face. You went down onto your ass, both hands flying to your nose and groaning when you felt a warm trickle of blood slide through your fingers and down your hands.

“Holy shit, newbie.” Travis sped over, dropping to his knees next to his brother and hovering over you, “I am so sorry, are you okay?”

Your speech was muffled and nasally when you replied with a swift, “No, asshole!”

“Shit.” He muttered, looking between Connor and Evie, “Uh, I can take you to the infirmary if you want —“

“I’ll take her.” Evan interrupted. He was crouched somewhere behind you, looking at your teammates over the top of your head. You felt his hands flatten on your back as he pushed you up to stand, the rest of the group joining him and wincing when some blood dripped onto the sand.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to —“ You held out a hand in his direction now that you could see him, only to press it firmly back against your face when your nose simply started to gush once the pressure had been removed.

“Yes,” He nodded, “I do. Let’s go.”

You let him lead you, sending an apologetic look to the remaining teens on the sand — you were pretty sure it looked nothing like an apology since your hands were covering half of your face and there was blood seeping through your fingers, but it was the effort that counted.

You didn’t receive as many looks as you thought you would’ve on the walk to the infirmary, although you assumed demigods had gotten worse injuries than a nosebleed before, so it wasn’t exactly odd. When you got there, you stopped on the porch and tried to speak to Evan as best you could without letting any more blood spill.

“You can — you can go.” You said through your hands, “I got it from here.”

He looked a little unsure, but you nodded firmly and he turned back the way he came. It was pretty embarrassing, walking into the infirmary with a bloody nose on your third day at camp, but the Apollo kid who took care of you said it was only a matter of time before you shed first blood, and that you’d better thank the gods it was a volleyball and not a hellhound that did the damage.

They stopped the bleeding with some sort of special gauze and told you to be a little more careful before sending you on your way — which was when you found Luke.

You didn’t even see him at first, more focused on folding the gauze you’d been given into a perfect square while you stepped off the wooden porch. But then a voice muttered your name in slight shock and confusion, and you looked up to meet those baby brown eyes you couldn’t help but love.

You grinned, “JoJo.”

Luke shook his head, “What were you doing in the infirmary?” His eyes tracked all over you, assessing for any visible injuries. When he found none, he turned his questioning gaze back to your face.

You sucked in some air through your teeth, embarrassed, “I, uh, got hit in the face with a volleyball. Turns out, I’m awful at it.” You let out a weak chuckle, and Luke rolled his eyes in amusement.

“Of course. I thought baseball was your thing?”

“It is.” You nodded, “But there’s nobody out here to play with, so…” Then an idea sprung, and your face lit up so visibly that Luke took a tentative step back, “Hey, why don’t you come watch? We’re playing on the beach.”

“Oh.” The boy paused, eyes sliding to the beach and back to you, “I don’t think so…I, uh, tend to spend my weekends alone.”

“You spend your everything alone.” You pointed out with a raised pair of brows. He pursed his lips. You sighed, “Come on. You don’t have to play.”

He looked as if he was thinking about it, and your hopes were raised a little. You liked Luke, you wanted to know him better and one day consider him a friend rather than a guy you harassed every day. But you were very aware of his aversion for all things social — the comment Travis made about Luke not playing with them anymore saddened you, and it pained you to imagine Luke all alone while his brothers and friends still had fun around him. But then his face dropped, and so did yours, Luke shaking his head no.

“I just…” He shrugged, “I don’t really…”

“It’s okay.” You interrupted before he could spout out his excuse. He didn’t need one. “We can do something else.”

“Oh, I —“ Another shake of the head, “You go back to them, don’t let me ruin it.”

“You aren’t ruining anything.” You said plainly, and you thought that those four words hit Luke a lot harder than expected, because he had this pensive look on his face that didn’t fade until you spoke again, “Listen, I know baseball isn’t exactly a camp sport, but I’ve got a ball. This place has gotta have bats — I mean, if it’s got swords, it’s got bats, right? So we grab them, we go off somewhere and take turns batting. I need to stay in practice anyway, if I’m gonna make varsity.”

You sent him your shiniest smile paired with some doughy eyes, and after squinting at you for a solid ten seconds, Luke agreed to your idea with a hesitant nod. You weren’t exactly expecting him to jump up and down in joy, so you took the liberty of doing that before asking him, very enthusiastically (because if you stayed positive, maybe it would rub off on him), to go look for a bat while you grabbed your ball.

Chris caught you exiting the Hermes cabin while he was filling up his water bottle using the outdoor tap not far from the porch, asking you what you were doing with a baseball. You explained that volleyball was definitely not your thing and ignored his chuckle of agreement in favour of informing him that you would be teaching Luke how to become the next Babe Ruth. He raised a brow.

“Really?”

“Uh, yeah.” You replied, a little put off by his reaction. “Is that a problem?”

“No, no.” He backtracked quickly, hands raised and water sloshing around his bottle as the movement, “I just…I dunno. Luke’s been a little off recently. If I were you, I wouldn’t meddle in it.”

“Meddle?” You asked, shaking your head, “In what?”

“In his…” He puffed out his cheeks, trying to find the words, “His funk.” He shook his head then, eyes glossing over as he thought about it, “He failed his quest, he’s a little butthurt, but…he’ll get over it. Y’know?”

You didn’t know.

“I just don’t think he needs babysitting.” He firmed, looking confident in his wording now that he’d found it, “He’s just gonna talk your ear off about how much he hates his life until you’re borderline suicidal. I wouldn’t bother, personally. He's a big boy, he can get over it.”

You rolled your lips over each other, staring blankly at Chris as he sent you a polite smile and walked back to the beach. Slowly, your eyes narrowed, and your brows pulled together. But you didn't say anything, you just turned around yourself and walked to where you’d asked Luke to meet you.

He was tossing the bat between his hands when you got there, dropping it in his left when he spotted you and nodding, “Alright, where are we doing this?”

You stopped, snapped out of a stupor you didn’t even realise you were in and blinking at him. For the first time since you’d met, it seemed that he was more focused and lively than you were. It irked him a little bit, and he frowned, “Sunny?”

“Sorry.” You responded immediately, shaking your head to rid yourself of your spiralling thoughts, “I just…uh, let’s go somewhere clear. We don’t wanna hit anyone with the ball.”

Luke led you to a clearing in the woods, explaining that the wood nymphs would be able to help you if the ball got lost in the foliage, so there was no need to hold back the arm you’d been bragging about for the entire walk. You just smirked, raised the bat level, and nodded at him to serve.

Yes, you were a thousand percent better at baseball than you were at volleyball. You knew that, of course, but it was nice to be reassured. Luke wasn’t half bad either, but you were also a really good runner, so you kept having to remind him that an average level fielder wouldn’t have a chance against his bats — you just so happened to be way above average.

Plus the wood nymphs were very helpful — apparently they didn’t get to watch many demigod activities other than capture the flag so it was refreshing for them to see you two play, and to actually be able to help.

All in all, you were having a great time. Which of course meant that you were long overdue for something going wrong. Of course.

“I can’t find it.”

“What?” You asked breathlessly, staring at the tree nymph who shrugged at you plainly.

“It rolled into a pond, I think.” He sniffed indignantly, “And I am not climbing into a pond.”

“Oh, and you expect us to?”

And that, kids, is how you ended up knee deep in pond water and ankle deep in something else — with Luke Castellan right by your side.

“This is so gross.” You whispered, grimacing as your hands ran over the murky bottom. You couldn’t see anything but your own reflection when you looked in, so you were replying on touch alone to help find your ball. “I can’t believe this. My lucky ball and it falls into a pond! Not so lucky anymore, huh? Yeah, lucky my ass.”

“Hey, Sunny?” A slosh of water rippled over you and you had to straighten up to avoid the tiny waves splashing in your face. They only increased at your movements, but you were too busy glaring at Luke to notice. He pressed his mouth together, holding in a chuckle, “You’re not being very sunny right now.”

You huffed, flinging your arms out at your sides and wincing when you splashed water on yourself by doing so, “I —“ A huff, “I don’t feel very sunny, Castellan. I am wading in sludge.”

He actually had the audacity to let a tiny grin slip through, “Wow, the last name? You’re acting like me right now. It’s weird.”

“I can’t believe this.” You repeated, narrowing your eyes at the boy, “I’ve been trying to cheer you up since the day I met you and when you finally do, it’s because you’re relishing in my pain? Fuck you.”

As if he was trying to piss you off, Luke laughed. He actually laughed, exactly like he had yesterday and if you weren’t so annoyed you’d be smiling at him for it. But you were annoyed, so all you did in response was send a wave of pond water at him and drench his front.

He stopped laughing. You started laughing.

“Okay, is that how you wanna play this?” He asked, stepping closer, “Is it?”

You grinned, stepping back. The water moved when you did, and the paired struggle of your’s and Luke’s legs under the water just increased the waves that oscillated around your knees. It slid up to your thighs and threatened to wet the denim of your shorts, but you were too busy prying your foot out of whatever the hell lived at the bottom of the pond so you could escape Luke’s wrath.

You shook your head, “You don’t wanna do this.”

He nodded mockingly, “I think I do.”

Then it was on. He lunged for you, and you dived to the left in a swift attempt to get around him. Water was splashing everywhere at this point but neither of you cared — especially when Luke’s hands were mere inches from your arms, waiting for your ankle to snag on some algae and pull you back so he could push you over. You were smarter than that though, so you did a swift one-eighty, dragging your hands under the water with you as you did — the wave that accumulated from the momentum doused Luke from head to toe, his curls sticking to his forehead. He wiped them away and blew hard from his mouth before forming a weak glare in your direction.

Your jaw trembled as you held in what you knew would be some serious chortles — but it was silent. The only noise apparent was the settling of the waves now that you had both stopped moving and Luke’s heavy breathing in front of you. He shook his head, stepping forward slowly, and you braced yourself for what was about to come.

“Hey!”

You paused. You shared a look with Luke before looking confusedly at the form that had appeared suddenly between the two of you. It was a girl by the looks of it, only she was made entirely of the water the two of you were standing in. She glared between the pair of you, hands on her hips.

“I don’t appreciate all this splashing.” You felt suddenly like you were being berated by a school teacher for talking too loud during class, “Are you trying to drain my pond? Are you?”

“N—No.” You responded, shaking your head, “We were just looking for — ”

The water nymph held up your ball with a stern expression, “This? Yeah, it looked like you were.”

Her sarcasm was not lost on you, and you tried your best not to meet Luke’s eyes, knowing they would fail you the second you did. Instead you looked at the nymph before you and took the ball from her outstretched hand, “Thank you. And, um, sorry…about the splashing.”

She folded her arms, lifting her head and straightening her shoulders, “That’s okay. Now get out.”

You were both quick to exit the water, although not too quick that you made anymore of it splash onto the rocks. Once you were out, the nymph nodded in satisfaction and melted back into the pond, and you and Luke were finally able to breathe. Then, you both burst into laughter.

“Oh my gods.” You huffed, shaking your head and looking down at yourself, “Did we just get into trouble?”

“With a water nymph?” He finished, shrugging off his wet shirt and wringing it out, “Yeah. How embarrassing.”

Your mouth was suddenly very dry. You knew Luke was strong — he had to be to fight a dragon and come back alive. To be known as the Best Swordsman in Camp. To be trusted by so many campers despite his newfound, distanced demeanour. But damn.

You blew out a long puff of air, hoping your reddened cheeks could be excused as some light sunburn. You weren’t as soaked as he was, but you still wafted your damp shirt from your body in hopes that it would dry — and also to give yourself something to do that wasn’t ogling at Luke’s lean figure.

He spread his shirt out on a rock, ensuring the sun was hitting it right before lowering himself to the ground on the dry grass a few feet away. He leant back on his hands, face to the sky, and revelled in the warmth. You stayed standing, fiddling with the button on your shorts, staring at him. At the scar on his face, at the rest of them along his chest.

He cracked one eye open, glancing at you, “What?”

“I, uh.” You licked your lips, “Nothing. Nothing.” You muttered, taking a seat beside him and crossing your legs. Your gaze stuck firmly to your lap and you waited for his to return to the sky. It didn’t.

“You can ask me.” He said then, shrugging.

“What happened on your quest?” You let slip, and when he stayed silent for a second too long, you realised that maybe that wasn't the question he was giving you permission to ask. “I’m sorry. I know it’s none of my business, it’s nobody’s really. But Chris told me before that you’re in a funk and that seemed like a gross understatement but then again I’ve known you for, what, three days? He’s known you for years, so surely he’s right. But you just seem like it’s more than a funk, and I don’t know what to believe because I don’t know what happened but I also don’t want to ask because it’s none of my business and it’s also very clearly a sore subject because of what happened with Dean. Not that I think you’re gonna fly off the handle or anything, but it’s definitely a touchy subject and I can’t just go demanding all the details just because I wanna be your friend and— ”

A hand over your mouth stopped you from continuing what Luke was sure to be a very long tangent. He looked at you, half in shock, half in amusement, and huffed out a laugh, “Sunny, you need to calm down.”

You couldn’t respond, but you did nod. He removed his hand slowly and you swallowed your embarrassment. Luke sat up fully, straightening his back and clearing his throat, “Uh, okay. Have you heard of that Hercules story? With the golden apples?”

You nodded, afraid to speak in case you went off on a rant again. He nodded with you, “Yeah, well, my father sent me on that. The exact same quest…except I failed.”

That explained the scar, and the dragon story he’d mentioned very briefly yesterday. He started to go into a little more detail about his quest — and suddenly you were overcome with this…angry sort of sadness.

Hermes sent Luke on a quest that had already been done. After hearing Clarisse yap your ear off about Kleos, you understood why he’d been a little bummed. Honestly, if it were you, you wouldn’t have even gone. What’s the point in doing a quest that’s already been done? But you didn’t say that to Luke, who seemed a little deep into his story. You just simmered in your irritation while he continued to explain his battle with Ladon, and his ultimate failure.

“I refused to leave the infirmary for a week.” He chuckled, but it was a little sad. “I mean, I’m supposed to be a leader here, and I fail my first quest? Some demigod I turned out to be.”

Without even thinking, you shook your head, “You didn’t fail.” Luke looked at you, confused, “You battled a dragon with a hundred heads and lived. That doesn’t sound like failure to me.”

“But I didn’t get the apples.” He explained. “I disappointed my father.”

“Your father…” You said slowly, unsure of how your next words would land, “Who I’m going to assume had never spoken to you until the day he gave you your quest?” Luke nodded after a brief pause and you took that as permission to continue, “So who cares if he’s disappointed? He clearly doesn’t care if you’re mauled by a dragon.”

“Exactly.” Luke replied, brows pulled together in the way they had been when you’d first met. Angry, irritated. Disappointed. “Everyone keeps telling me to get over it. That demigods have failed quests before and it just means I need to try harder next time but…why should there be a next time? Really, if you sit and think about it for a second, why are we even here? To train, so we don’t die whenever monsters come and attack us? And who’s fault is that? Maybe if our parents were good people, there wouldn’t be any monsters trying to murder their kids. If they cared, even a little bit, they’d do more than just claim us and leave us to die!”

He scoffed, looking in the direction where you knew the rest of the campers resided — playing games, building weapons, dedicating every waking hour to becoming the best of the best. And for what? For glory? For a pat on the back from a parent who can’t even be bothered to raise them?

“They don’t get it.” He said then, turning back to you, “They think this is all okay. They’re too invested to realise that they’re just being used. They’re so focused on getting a shred of recognition from the gods that they don’t understand that it’s never gonna come.”

“So…” You finally spoke, your first words in a minute, “What do we do?”

Luke shrugged then, “I don’t know yet.”

It was silent for a long time after that. Luke stayed staring at the floor and you led back to stare at the sky. He was right, wasn’t he? Sure, you’d only been in this for a little while, but you weren’t stupid. You knew the gods didn’t care — you’d figured out that much when you got to camp. A dumping ground for demigods. Demigod daycare, except mommy isn’t coming to pick you up at three o’clock. Luke deserved to be angry, he deserved to mope — they all did.

But they wouldn’t. You could sit there and curse the gods for hours on end, but that was still half of you. And that, you thought, was probably the worst part of it all.

You were so caught up in your feelings that when the tree that had been shading you phased into a nymph and walked away, you jumped halfway out of your skin, “Jeezum crow.”

You looked at Luke, expecting him to either share the same dumbfounded look on his face or be laughing at you — something he seemed to be doing a lot of today — but instead he was staring at you, slack-jawed and wide eyed. You blinked, “What?”

“You’re from Vermont.”

Your mouth snapped shut, and his expanded into the grin you’d been hassling him for since you’d set your sights on him. You sighed, “Fuck.”

He let out a disbelieving laugh, “You’re from Vermont! Holy shit. I should’ve known it when you called me a flatlander.” He threw his head back, and you shook yours at his dramatics. But he didn’t care, he just pointed at you, “You’re a fuckin’ woodchuck!”

“Oh my gods.” You groaned into your hands, pulling yourself to your feet in hopes of escaping his sudden glee. “Is that so bad?”

“No.” He laughed, following you, “I’m just amazed that I figured it out. I’m a genius!”

“Okay.” You sent him a blank look, but it only lasted a few seconds before your tiny smile was fighting through, “It’s not like you’ve discovered the meaning of life. Calm down.”

“Never.” He shook his head, “This is my greatest achievement.”

“You fought a dragon.”

“Screw the dragon!” He gripped your biceps, grinning at you, “You’re from Vermont!”

“You’re not funny.”

“And yet you’re laughing.”

“I am not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not!”

____________

“What’d you do to him?”

You threw a piece of salmon into the fire, glancing at Chris, “I’m getting deja vu. Haven’t you asked me this already?”

“Yeah, but…” The boy looked behind him, back at the Hermes table, where Luke was perched on the end and waiting patiently for you to come back from the hearth before digging into his food, “This time I mean it. I mean, he still isn’t talking to us, but he’s sitting on our side of the table again. You can be honest with me…” He sent you a grave look, “Did you give him a BJ?”

“What? No!” You threw a pea at him. “I just listened to him.” You tried to be a little serious, but clearly Chris wasn’t getting the hint, so you relented, “And doused him in pond water.”

He laughed at that, nodding proudly. You turned back to the fire, asking Aphrodite to get rid of your split ends. You’d given up on praying to your father, deciding to go through every Olympian until one of them answered. So far, only Hera had responded — you assumed so, anyway, when a cuckoo woke you up from your afternoon nap. That wasn’t very helpful, but at least it was an answer. You didn’t suspect campers prayed to her often, so she probably appreciated the sentiment.

“So…” Travis smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you once you sat down. He sent this look around the group, but even Connor gave him a weirded out look in response. He huffed, “It’s team day tomorrow.”

A collective ohhh seemed to hum around the group, but you were still confused. You sent a questioning look to Luke who said, “For Capture the Flag. Tomorrow is when all the cabin counsellors gang up and decide on the two teams.”

“Then we have five days to strategise.” Travis continued on very dramatically, hands splayed on the table, “And on Friday…we battle.”

That seemed to lift the energy up a bit, the people around you sharing mischievous looks. They started to discuss amongst them who would be the best cabin to ally with, Lana turning to Chris, “Who are you gonna pick?”

Chris went to speak, but paused. He seemed to think about something, looking slightly scared but still turning to the boy across from him anyway, “I thought maybe…Luke would like to reinstate himself as team captain this month.”

Right, you’d completely forgotten. During your spear lessons with Clarisse, you’d asked her why it was so important that you be amazing at fighting quickly if monsters couldn’t get into camp. She’d then explained the whole situation that was Capture the Flag — how it was a bigger deal than the super bowl around here — before briefly mentioning that Luke had always been Hermes team captain, but stepped down for the last game because his scar was still healing from his quest. Chris had taken over for him, and based off of the looks the people around you were sporting, you assumed they weren’t expecting him to give up his title so quickly.

You couldn’t blame them. Luke hadn’t exactly expressed much desire to captain this time — he hasn’t expressed much desire for anything these days apparently. You were all waiting for him to let Chris down easy, but instead he looked up from his plate with an indifferent nod and said, “Yeah, sure.”

Nobody said anything. Except Chris who, when Luke stood to rack up his empty plate, looked at you gravely and asked, “Was it a handjob?”

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convince me

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.”

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.”

#wade wilson smut #deadpool smut #wade wilson x reader #deadpool x reader #wade wilson x gn! reader #gn reader #dom character #sub reader #deadpool x gn! reader #marvel smut #marvel #deadpool #wade wilson #smut

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baka-bakeneko · 1 year

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Don't Stop Now - Wade Wilson x Fem! Reader [NSFW]

tags: MDNI, comic version Wade Wilson, quick recovery, dominant Wade Wilson, sub reader, face-sitting, squirting, enthusiastic consent, body appreciation, mating press

word count: 3.3k

synopsis: Round two of marathon s-e-x series; Wade's not holding back now.

a/n: be honest with me rn, are you a fan of wade wilson?

You rolled to belch over your shoulder after Wade grabbed you a beer from the fridge. The two of you had slammed through the chinese food, leaving egg roll crumbs on the bed sheets only adding insult to the damp injury.

Upon stretching your arm out, you noticed a red fabric tucked just under the mattress. Wade leaned over you, ghosting his lips along your stomach and ribcage before planting a firm one just under your right breast.

"Where you goin'?" He asked, his voice a delightful gruff. Your hand touched at the back of his head, only encouraging his action before you grabbed the fabric and pulled it free.

You held it in your palm, staring at the red bunch of fabric with black ovals stitched into it. You hummed at the fabric, wondering what it was before Wade's lips found your nipple and generously suckled.

"Ah," you whimpered, holding his head to your chest before running your fingers down the back of his neck. "Wade, quit."

"Why?" Wade asked as you restuffed the fabric under the mattress. "You love it."

You rolled your eyes, stretching out over the rest of the bed. Your legs melted apart as Wade's hand skirted along your waist, savoring every inch of your bare skin before teasing a finger down to your slit.

You hid a soft wince, your hand going for his wrist. "Hey, easy. I'm rubbed raw."

"So sensitive?" He puled, teasing you as his mouth moved between your breasts. "Are you done for the night?"

The thought was tempting, especially with the chinese food and beer now sitting like a deadweight in your stomach. You grumbled, relishing in the attention of Wade's scarred lips against your skin.

You craned your neck to look at him, tilting your chin to beg for his kiss. Wade smirked, stretching his body over yours to kiss you, catching your bottom lip between his with a tender nibble.

You hummed, rolling your hips up to feel Wade slotted between your legs. His cock began hardening against your stomach, his tip nudging along your belly button.

When he pulled away, you groaned and dropped your head back down over the edge of the bed. Though your body was now too full and elated to keep going, you shifted back onto the bed and reached for your beer over the foot end.

Tilting the can back, you took a long swig as Wade's lips started dotting upwards to your neck.

"I know I get you for a year, but I feel like I'd waste a second," he whispered as he touched your sides.

You shut your eyes and focused deeply on Wade's touch, his burnt fingers tender and trembling. When he got to your shoulder, he paused and held himself there. He inhaled through his nose, exhaled over your skin before pursing his lips with another kiss.

You smiled, finishing off the droplets of your beer then turned to Wade. You kissed his temple, nudged your nose against his forehead.

"I dunno, I feel like I might belch in your face. Not romantic of you to fill a girl full of sodium then ask her to fuck."

Wade chuckled, resting his cheek to your shoulder. "That's where you're wrong. I, for one, would love for you to belch in my face."

You hid a roll of your eyes, leaning to kiss Wade again. You looked over the bed, speckled with crumbs and soy sauce stains against the mess you two made earlier.

Wade's fingers slipped between your thighs, touching at your pussy timidly. You gasped sharply, tilting your head against your free shoulder.

"Let me clean up at least, I can't fuck on food. That's my hard pass."

Wade grinned, shaking his head on your shoulder. "I'm not ruining another set of sheets, waterworks. I'll eat the crumbs off your ass."

You reared up from Wade and onto your knees, shrugging him off of you. Pushing to stand, you leaned over him and kissed his cheek.

"That's sweet," your teeth grazed playfully at his skin, taking a tender nibble at him. "Too sweet."

Wade groaned and rolled onto his back, stretching his arms out over the edge of his bed. You stared at him, his eyes trained on you, and smirked.

Your gaze slowly drifted down his form, taking in each puckered inch of his skin before backing away from the bed. "Stay put, okay? I'll be right back."

Wade nodded, tilting his head back further to watch you from this new angle. "I'll keep your seat warm for you," he teased, reaching a hand out to offer a tender stroke to his cock.

You hid a deep groan, backing into the bathroom again to freshen up. Your hips ached at the thought of spreading for Wade again, but the sluggish trail of yours and his cum was tickling its way down your inner thigh.

Turning around, you marched into the bathroom to pee and clean up as best as you could, taking water from the sink to rinse the sweat from your face.

When you returned, the bed was empty except for Wade now resting in the center of it. The sheets were cleaned to the best of Wade's ability and the chinese food and empty beers were moved back to the kitchen.

"You didn't have to do all that," you crooned to Wade, now sat up on his elbow and resuming the stroke of his cock.

"Kitten wants a clean bed to fuck on, kitten gets a clean bed," he said with a bit of his bottom lip. "Feel better?"

You nodded softly, standing before the edge of the bed. Wade turned his free hand upwards to edge his finger at you, a 'come hither' motion that you could feel in your core.

"Wanna go again?" he asked, his voice a distinct pinch of grit and almost exhaustion.

You cooed at his question, your body ready to cave into his and feel his skin all over yours. You furrowed your brows slightly, tilting your head as you crawled over him.

"Are you tired?" You whispered, pressing your lips to the center of his chest, then another time at the base of his neck.

"N-no, no, I can go again," Wade responded, shaking his head slightly. He flopped onto his back and tilted his chin at you. "Can you?"

You narrowed your eyes playfully at him. "As long as you can."

Wade grinned then, his perfect white teeth gleaming. "Like I'd rather sleep."

You hummed, leaning down to kiss him as you hitched your leg over his waist. "I could go all night then."

A deep grumble emanated from Wade's chest into yours, both of his hands resting at the backs of your thighs. He eased you back an inch, allowed your wet pussy to graze the heat of his cock. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling, arching your hips to get even closer to it, to him.

"Not yet," he whispered, shifting you away from him with a soft wince. "I got a better seat for you." Wade urged softly.

You furrowed your brows, sitting just above Wade's cock.

He smirked and tapped your thighs, instructing you silently to move further up his body. When you shifted a bit further up Wade's chest but stopped, he chuckled.

"Kitten," he purred out, resting two fingers to his chin. "Right here."

Your eyes widened at him. "No, no Wade I can't."

You tried to squirm away the thought, your pussy still betraying your mind.

Wade groaned, his free hand sliding to the front of your hip as his thumb pet at your slit. "You're thinking about it."

You folded your hands up to your chest, holding your palms over your breasts. "I-I can't. I don't want to crush you."

Wade leveled his brows, his smile genuine. "What a hell of way to go if you did. I can see the obit now. 'Wade Wilson ate pussy so hard that his girlfriend crushed his head. His and said girlfriend's orgasms were quoted as: 'awesome', before Wilson died from significant thigh squeezing.'"

You scoffed at his response, reaching to swat his chest. "Now I definitely won't do it, I don't want to be the one to kill you."

Wade hid a deep roll of his eyes, tilting his chin up to elongate his neck with a groan. "Would you please come sit on my face for a minute? If you hate it, I'll eat you out the old fashioned way."

You cut your eyes to the ceiling, dropping your hands to brace his chest. "One minute, okay? I don't want to suffocate you."

Wade was absolutely giddy at your agreement, waiting as you crawled on your knees up to his neck before a shaky breath escaped your mouth. You raised up on your knees, watching Wade level his chin before you rolled your hips forward and grazed your lips to Wade's.

"F-fuck," you whimpered, edging your knees to either side of Wade's head, brushing his ears to your inside thighs. "One minute."

Wade grinned, the bottom of his face disappearing under your hips. "Just let me mouth fuck you."

His hands curled around the back of your thighs, holding you down to his face. Wade opened his mouth and instantly probed his tongue into you, his nose nudging against your twitching clit.

"Yes," you whimpered, instantly folding at the warmth that radiated through you from Wade's hot mouth.

Your hand went for the top of Wade's head, trying to force his wet, morphous tongue further into you as your thighs twitched around him. You tightened your muscles, thinking hard to not meltdown over Wade's neck.

Not to mention he called you his girlfriend. You rutted softly against his open mouth, feeling his lips kiss back at your pussy while his tongue curled in a steady motion inside of you.

"You," you began, looking down to Wade and immediately meeting his gaze. His molten glare shot through your back and you trembled over him. What you wouldn't give to let him have his last desserts, just to show what he was doing to you. "You called me your girlfriend."

Wade cocked a brow at you, rubbing his nose to your clit while he nosily slurped at your juices. Your hand on his head twitched, nudging his face a bit further into you.

You threw your head back with a loud whimper, no longer holding back your noises for Wade's sake.

"Am I...?" you began to ask, only for Wade's fingers to slip into your pussy just alongside his tongue.

You began to see stars, your eyes crossing at the feeling instilled in you from Wade. 'Boyfriend' was moving a bit fast, but this man was definitely on his way to seeing what you thought of him every day you could.

"I'll be yours," you whined, cried to the ceiling as loud as your body would let you. The fluttery feeling along your back soared up and caught you with all the heat just below you. "If you'll be mine."

At that utterance, you rocked your hips once and sealed your fate. Your hands braced your thighs, trying your hardest to stay upright though your strength was fleeting.

You tried to back off of Wade's face but found yourself locked in by Wade's arms around your legs; your thighs twitched, your body convulsing softly at the heat continuing to lash through your orgasm.

It was almost torturous, trying to pry Wade's face from your pussy before your stomach tightened and you contracted just along his chin, effectively drowning him in your wet.

Your vision suddenly went dizzy, still being catered to by Wade's hot, even wetter mouth now. You were ready to tap out, your pussy no longer soft and hot but now throbbing and aching.

"Wade," you mewed, finally gaining an inch to pry yourself off of Wade with your remaining knee strength.

Wade popped his two fingers into his mouth, sucking the essence of you as you unhitched your leg from his head. "Like I said, hell of a way to go."

He sat up on his elbow again as you sat just against his waist. You were convulsing now, leaning into Wade's chest and resting your forehead to his shoulder. The wisps of euphoria in your body made you twitch, curling into the man's beautiful burned chest.

Wade ran his hand down your back, admiring the curve of your spine before wiping his mouth of your juices then licking his palm clean.

"That was..." you tried to say.

"Too hot, even for you?" Wade asked, attempting to finish your statement.

His damp palm reached out and gripped his cock, stroked it slowly. "I was about to cum all over your back if you kept squirming."

You exhaled deeply, your hips instinctively angling to wriggle against Wade's stroking hand. "You should've."

Wade hummed, leaning into your ear to whisper. "I'm saving it for when I'm balls deep in you."

You groaned at the thought, raising your head up to meet his lips. "That was good. I'd love to cum on this face for the next year."

He offered a peck to your lips, his swollen and wet. You could taste yourself from his kiss, intoxicated on sharing spit the same.

His free hand combed through your hair, shifting you to your side before pulling away. "I'd like that a lot."

Wade shifted next to you, his arms curling around your waist with appreciative touches. "Do you want to keep going?"

Your eyes fluttered at his question, loving every time Wade asked. His tone was almost eager but muted, ready to go along with every word you offered him. Slowly, you tempted your knee to Wade's hip, spreading your legs just above his at-attention cock.

"Please," you begged softly, dropping an arm back to the bed and stretching your body out before him.

Wade's brows furrowed softly, dipping his mouth to your chest and taking your nipple between his lips. You flinched at his warmth, your hand returning to the back of Wade's head to hold him close to you.

You whimpered, edging your knee up further.

Wade's tip grazed against your pussy, causing it to flex in response. You angled your hips closer to him, slowly spearing yourself onto his cock.

Your other hand reached out for his shoulder, pulling him closer to you. Wade released your nipple and worked on the other one, taking your breast in his hand to massage it circles as he sank into you.

You angled your hips up to accomodate more of him, releasing a long drawn moan to the entire apartment. Wade chuckled, pulling away from your breast with your nipple tenderly bit between his lips.

When he parted from it, a line of spit twinkled from his bottom lip to your nipple. He leaned into your neck, opening his mouth to lick a thick stripe at the meet of your clavicle.

"Oh kitten, my neighbors are gonna love you," he teased, his hands taking grip of your hips. "I want you to be so fucking loud."

You felt a streak of blush on your cheeks as sweat beaded on your forehead; your arms crossed under Wade's shoulders, trying to hold his hot body close to yours.

You only nodded to his sentiment as he held your hips steady as he pulled out slowly then reversed back. You licked your lips and turned your head in Wade's direction.

Wade lifted his head as he shifted his knees to the bed, driving your hips closer to him until he was fully inside. He rolled his eyes at driving into you, tilting his head back with a low moan.

"Damn, this pussy is insane," Wade groaned, sliding his hands down your thighs to pull up to his waist.

You dropped your hands over your head, watching Wade start a pace as he folded your legs along his sides. Then he leaned back over you and you lost a sliver of your sanity.

"Shit," you whispered, feeling Wade sink deeper into you while the backs of your thighs burned as they were pressed to your chest.

"That feel good?" Wade asked, his hands planted on either side of your head.

You lost your breath, driven to a pant as your hands reached to cradle Wade's face. You stared deeply into his eyes, pulling him closer with your lips parted to breathe against his mouth.

You tried to speak but were silenced by Wade's steady pace, his hips rolling and slapping against you while his cock roused your g-spot.

All you could do was nod along with his strokes, your eyes crossing while you got lost in his fluid movements and accuracy to pleasure.

"Baby," you whispered before Wade's lips, "So good. Go slower."

"I'm going..." Wade breathed down your neck, spotting kisses along your shoulders and between your breasts. "to savor you."

Wade caught your lips in a kiss, molding his tongue along yours while he rocked slowly. A heat built up between your stomachs, your eyes rolling at the tender upscale slope that came with each long stroke.

Your hands curled around his shoulders, edging your knees tighter to your body to allow him further until he was tapping right where he needed to.

"Wade," you moaned, pulling away from his mouth with a soft smack.

Your hands pressed tight between his shoulders, arching your back and rolling your hips to meet his thrusts before you cascaded over.

You reached out to the small of his back, silently willing his hips to stop as your pussy throbbed on his cock and you came with a loud string of moans.

Wade groaned just before you, his eyes trained on your face scrunched in pleasure as he shortened his thrusts to find his own peak.

"I know you got something for me, waterworks," Wade teased softly, ignoring your hand placed just along his back to resume his pace.

You coiled on him, your knees twitching and losing their position close to your chest; he faltered slightly at your still-pulsing pussy and froze, letting it drive him to his orgasm.

"Shit," he began with a low gasp of air. "I almost had you too."

You hid a roll of your eyes, letting your legs fall to the mattress as Wade rested his weight on top of you. "I almost let you, too."

He chuckled lowly, raising his body up on his elbow to peer down at you. "You don't know how badly I want to make you do that...every single time."

Your heart skipped at that, sitting up after Wade. "Please don't, my pussy can't take that."

"Aww," Wade began, kissing at your cheek. He gently pulled out, slipping down your body to between your propped up legs. "Let me apologize?"

You wriggled away from Wade, trying to clench the cum seeping out of you from ruining more of the bed. "Not this time."

Wade smacked his teeth in mocking disappointment. "Damn, maybe later."

You hummed in response, looking around the apartment before finding the same towel from the previous session. You reached for it on the floor, pulling it up and sliding your ass over it.

Wade sat back from you, eyes trained between your legs as it slid down between your lips and met with the towel. He hid a gulp, taking grip of his cock and folding it to his thigh.

"Fuck, that's hot." Wade whispered, hissing at the sight before prying himself from staring and shifting off of the bed.

You watched as he crossed the room to the kitchen, opening the fridge for two more beers then popping two egg rolls into his mouth on his way back to the bed.

"Power snack," he muttered, pulling one egg roll from his mouth and offering it to you.

"How chivalrous," you smiled, taking the egg roll then the beer he offered just the same.

"Gotta keep that energy up," Wade said, chewing through his egg roll before pressing his greasy lips to your temple. "We got all night to get through."

#deadpool x you #deadpool x reader #deadpool #fan work #fanfic #fanwork #comic deadpool #mss: bakeneko #bakeneko #wade wilson x you #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson

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prpfs · 10 months

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need to play miguel o’hara in at least one thread before the brainrot consumes me!! 🫶🫶

seeking a creative, rough dom male who's ready to destroy your muse long-term? look no further! ✨(21+f discord & tumblr roleplayer)

i’m searching for a submissive/bottom character for lots of aggro nsfw content. i have some ideas that we can build off of, some with more plot than smut (and vice versa), so i’d like you to be 18+! please note that some may include some yummy🍪, and i will save those details for dms.

characters i’d like to play include: spider-verse miguel o’hara (i would pay to play him!!), hobie brown harry potter draco malfroy, sirius black, marvel loki, wade wilson, bucky barnes stranger things steve harrington, billy hargrove the last of us joel miller scream billy loomis, stu macher other fandoms: a court of thorns and roses, genshin impact, tokyo revengers, black butler, the vampire diaries, supernatural, my hero academia, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen tropes & kinks: forbidden romance, unexpected allies, power struggles, non/dubcon, a/b/o, size difference, corruption, anything bdsm, pred/prey, petplay, age diff, pregnancy, honestly give me everything and anything depraved and dark and we’re good!!

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sciderman · 3 months

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Sometimes i get reminded of the fact movie Wade couldn't take getting pegged and part of me just gets so dissapointed, Wade would take it like a champ and we all know it.

oh i see so we're electing to ignore the beautiful character progression that happens in between deadpool 1 and deadpool 2

the off-screen character development between deadpool 1 and deadpool 2 where wade goes from rejecting the joys of pegging to letting the joys of pegging into his heart was something i was so obsessed with that it's the entire conceit of a fic i wrote that is so important and dear to me

started from the bottom...

now we're here

it's one of my favourite fics (i know i say that all the time, buuuut...) - it's kind of the most in-depth exploration of wade's weird relationship with masculinity and femininity i've written! i kind of am really obsessed with the thought that - you know, pre-weapon X wade was a lot more about machismo and performative masculinity, from his time in the military etc etc – and post-weapon X, he becomes this complicated creature that, you know – i don't know. because he's not beautiful, he seeks to find ways to feel beautiful. and he learns to stop being ashamed about that. i don't know. i think it's interesting.

and it's stupid. that i read so much into two throwaway lines concerning a strap-on in deadpool 1 and deadpool 2 starring ryan reynolds, and imposed an entire gender journey upon wade wilson based upon 10 seconds of film.

#sci speaks #this is where my brain is at

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kaethefangirl · 4 months

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Wade Wilson is a bottom.

FIGHT ME.

#deadpool #wade wilson #wade winston wilson #wade #wilson #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #spideypool #headcanon

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squippy360 · 2 years

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Masterlist

~Requests open~

About me

Steve Rogers

Is Daddy's little boy enjoying himself?

Sub!Steve x Dom!Male reader

Steve x male reader x Clint

Sub!Steve x Dom!M/n

Dom!Steve x Sub!M/n

Sub!Steve x Dom!M/n

Principal!Steve x Sub!M/n

Principal!Steve x Sub!M/n x ???

Stucky x male reader

DarkDom!Steve x SlaveSub!M/n

DarkDom!Steve x SlaveSub!M/n part 2

DarkDom!Steve x SlaveSub!M/n alternate ending

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DarkDom!Steve x SlaveSub!Male reader Final

Steve x Tony x Bucky x M/n

Stucky x DarkDom!Male reader

Steve x P**nstar M/n

Steve x Merman!Reader fluff

Steve x Merman!Reader smut

Steve x Bucky x Natasha x Wanda x Male reader x Tony

Steve x Bucky x Sam x M/n

Cold!Steve Rogers x Hot!Male Reader x Cold!Bucky Barnes

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Bucky Barnes

Bucky x male reader smut

SoftDom!Bucky x SoftSub!M/n

Stucky x Male Reader

Steve x Tony x Bucky x M/n

Bucky x Blind!M/n

Stucky x DarkDom!M/n

Bucky x Steve x Sam x M/n

Cold!Steve Rogers x Hot!Male Reader x Cold!Bucky Barnes

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DarkDom!Bucky Barnes x SlaveSub!Male Reader

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Loki Laufeyson

SoftSub!Loki x GentleDom!M/n

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Thor Odinson

Sub!Thor x male reader

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Peter quill

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Peter Parker

SoftSub!Peter Parker x SoftDom!Male reader

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Andrew Garfield peter parker x Male reader

Peter parker x Monster!Male Reader

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Clint Barton

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Clint Barton x SoftDom!Male Reader

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Dom!Stephen Strange x Sub Femboy!Male reader

Tony Stark

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Steve x Tony x Bucky x M/n

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Principal!Steve x Male Reader x Principal!Tony

Sub!Tony Stark x Dom!male reader

Scott Lang

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Bruce Banners

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Natasha Romanoff

Wanda x M/n x Natasha

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Natasha x Bucky x Tony x Steve x Wanda x Male reader

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Wanda Maximoff

Wanda x M/n x Natasha

Carol x M/n x Natasha x Wanda

Wanda x Natasha x male reader x Tony x Steve x Bucky

Natasha x Femboy male reader

Carol Danvers

Carol x M/n x Natasha x Wanda

Sam Wilson

Sam x Steve x Bucky x M/n

Wade Wilson

Deadpool x Male reader

Moon Knight

Marc x Monster reader x Steven

Venom/Eddie

Coming soon...

Others

Hypnosis kink scenarios

JARVIS X Femboy!Male areader

Jarvis x Male Reader

Anakin Skywalker x Little!Male Reader

König x Male reader

Celebrities

Chris Evans x DomTwink!Male Reader

Jensen ackles x Dom!Male reader

Jensen ackles x m/n

Sugar Daddy!Chris Evans x Sugar Baby!Male reader

Sub!Clark Kent x Dom!Male Reader

Bottom Bruce Wayne x Male Reader

(please tell me if I'm missing something)

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littlespacereader · 9 months

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Haiii, I hope this request iss Oki:

I'm a trans male little who sometimes still has to deal with periods.. they make me feel very dysphoric and sad, often causing me to regress..

Could you write a fic with that theme?

I'm not set on one specific fandom, here are some options I'd love to see & you can choose wich one you want to go with!!

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[The little one would be a trans guy in every scenario.]

Stranger Things:

Steve and Eddie, both are flips in my hc, so it could be each way around.

Cg Argyle & little Jonathan Byers

Cg Nancy Wheeler & little Steve Harrington

Marvel:

Cg Wade Wilson & little Peter Parker

Cg Gwen Stacy & little Miles Morales

Criminal Minds:

Cg Jennifer Jareau & little Spencer Reid (other cg options: Penelope or Derek)

Teen Wolf:

Cg Noah Stilinski & little Stiles Stilinski (other cg options: Melissa or Scott)

Cg Boyd & little Isaac Lahey

Supernatural:

Cg Dean Winchester & little Sam Winchester

American Horror Story coven:

Cg Violet Harmon & little Kyle Spencer

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So, yeah.. any of those would be cool hehe

Thank you for reading!!

My first ever request!! Thank you so much!! I was so excited and intrigued by your idea! First off I would like to state that I am not trans myself but I am a HUGE Ally to anyone in the LGBTQ+ community! Know that you’re safe with me and I got your back💞 I absolutely loved the list of fandoms and pairings to chose from. I decided to go with Caregiver! JJ and make the Reader the Little with Spencer as an older brother Little. That being said if I don’t do this story justice I apologize from the bottom of my heart! I hope you enjoy this @dino-boyo-agere ! Thank you again for the request!!

Forever Mommy’s Little Boy

Caregiver! JJ & Trans Male Little! Reader with Big Brother Little! Spencer Reid

Tags: mentions of period, pull-ups, hurt and comfort. (Completely SFW)

Relationships: Caregiver! JJ, Uncle Derek Morgan, Big brother little! Spencer Reid, Aunt Penelope Garcia, & Trans male little! Reader.

Nicknames: baby, sweatheart, baby boy, kiddo

Breathe! Just breathe! It’s only about 10 minutes more and we’ll be going home. I can wait that long.

I sat at my desk and was waiting patiently for JJ or Morgan or literally any Caregiver in this office to announce we would be heading home. They would’ve been wrapping up everything by now…what’s taking so long?

The case, like every case before it, was long and exhausting. All I want to do is collapse into JJ’s arms and just be babied for the rest of the night but we were still stuck at work!

Regression played the devil on my shoulder, teasing and taunting me to regress at work. But I couldn’t, not yet. I had to remain big till we got to the car, then I could regress and finally relax for the weekend.

I checked again to see if any Caregivers had finished their files. Morgan sat at the desk across from me and he was still leaned down working, same went for JJ who I wanted more than anyone to finish her paperwork. The rest of the team looked the same, all expect Spencer who, like myself, finished his work early.

Spencer regresses as well. He acts as my older brother, watching out for me and creating all the creative pretend games. I’m so lucky to have him!

With a glance towards him I could see he was struggling to keep from regressing as well. At least I wasn’t alone.

Then suddenly I felt off, like weirdly off. It was a weird feeling I haven’t felt in- oh God no. I must be wrong. I have to be wrong. I quickly stood up from my desk and rushed off to the restroom. I walked in and quickly closed the stall door behind me before checking to see.

Sure enough my period arrived earlier and heavier than expected. And since I was unprepared my pants and underwear are stained noticeably. I tried my hardest to push back tears threatening to spill.

This is dead to me. This…this period, it’s just a nagging reminder of a life that didn’t feel whole. A life that wasn’t really mine, not like now. But this was just a hurtful reminder, one I definitely didn’t need right now.

This combined with my struggle to not regress was not a great combo. With a last ditch effort I cleaned myself up as best as I could before walking out and looking in the mirror. But sad and terrible thoughts plagued my mind.

Tears started to run down my face. There was no holding back my regression now. Immediately I started to just regress, feeling smaller and smaller every minute. I just wanted JJ. I wanted her to hold me and tell me it’s all okay. Tell me I’m her sweet little boy and not-

“Y/n?” Spencer asked before entering the large bathroom. He immediately froze upon seeing me.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” I must’ve caused a domino effect because I could see Spencer regressing along with me.

“Nothing, I’m fine Spence.” I tried to say, wiping away my tears as fast as possible. But Spencer wasn’t buying it. He also didn’t seem to notice the issue which I was grateful for.

“I know something’s wrong. Let me help! I want to make sure you’re okay…please.” He put a hand in my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.

“I’m fine I just-…. P-Please…get mommy.” I said, barley a whisper. Tears starts to flow again, running down my face as I started to cry.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’ll go get her.” Spencer right away said. As much as he didn’t want to leave, he knew there was only one person who could fix whatever was happening.

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JJ sat at her desk finishing up the last details on her case file. Even though they were still at work her careful Caregiver eyes spotted Y/n leaving the bullpen, and then Spencer right after.

A sinking feeling fell upon her that something was wrong, call it a Caregiver’s Spidey sense. She wishes for once she was wrong. Spencer came rushing over to her, worried and sad.

“M-…JJ, something’s wrong with Y/n.” He tried to explain sounding like his normal adult self. But his regression was in full swing and JJ could easily see it.

“What’s going on? Where is he sweetheart?” Now she was worried. A thousand questions played in her mind.

“The bathroom. I walked in to see if he was okay and I found him crying by the sink. I tried to help but he only asked for you.” Spencer explained.

JJ stood up from her desk and placed a comforting hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Thank you for looking out for your little brother and making sure he’s okay. I’m going to take care of this, and while I’m gone I want you to go to Aunt Penelope’s office and keep her company. Okay?”

Spencer nodded. “Okay…but just-.” He stopped for a moment, looking up at JJ with tears in his eyes. “Just make sure he’s okay. I’m worried about him.”

She smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I know you are sweetheart. I promise I’ll make sure Y/N’s okay.”

With that small reassurance Spencer nodded and left heading towards Garcia’s office. With Spencer taken care of JJ turned her attention to the bathroom.

When she arrived she could hear Y/n soft cries and sniffing. She knocked on the door, “Y/N? It’s me baby, it’s Mommy. Can I come in?”

Even though it was a public bathroom filled with different stalls and sinks, she wanted permission to enter his space instead of barging in.

If she wasn’t listening as closely she could’ve missed the soft “You can come in.”

JJ immediately walked in and closed the main bathroom door behind her, locking it. If someone needed the bathroom they could go to the one a floor down. For right now they needed this space, just the two of them.

Once JJ and Y/N made eye contact, it was as if the world paused so the two of them could have a moment alone together.

Her heart shattered seeing Y/N so broken and upset. She instantly made her way over to her boy and wrapped him into a tight comforting hug.

“My baby boy, what’s wrong sweetheart? What’s happened?” She asked but didn’t get much in the way of a response.

Y/N just cried into JJ shoulder, finally getting the comfort he’s wanted after this long case.

JJ decided to help Y/N along with figuring out why he was so upset. She rubbed his back with one hand and played with his hair in the other. She could tell he wasn’t in the mode to talk and that was okay. Yes and no questions it was then.

“Did someone hurt you?” She asked. He shook his head against her.

“Did someone say something to you?” Another no from him.

Thank God those were two no’s. Because if they weren’t, she would’ve killed someone.

“Sweetheart,” She said pulling them apart and looking into his teary eyes. “I want to help you as best I can right now. But I can only do it when I know what’s going on. You don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it right now. But you have to give me an idea what’s going on.” She explained.

Y/N nodded wearily. He turned around and pointed to his pants which now sadly had a small red blood stain on the back.

Immediately it all clicked into place for JJ. “Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry this happened. You’re okay baby boy, you’re okay.” She pulled him back up against her, holding him in a tight hug once more.

“Baby boy?” He broke apart and looked at JJ.

Her heart shattered at the question. She caressed his face and placed a kiss to the crown of his head, “You will always be my baby boy. This will not change that. It never has and it never will.”

More tears started to run down Y/N’s face hearing those words. JJ almost fell backwards by the force of the next hug he gave her.

“It’s okay baby. You’re okay. Mommy’s going to make it all better.” JJ said, rubbing his back to comfort him so more.

When the tears dried and his breath started to slow to a normal rate, JJ broke apart from her boy and wiped the last of the tears away.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, I’m going to get you set up in the stall over here. Then I’m going to grab your bag and get you changed into something clean and comfortable. After that we’re going to get your brother and head home. Sound good?” She asked only to get a nod and a small smile from Y/N.

“Okay let’s get you set up then.” Taking his hand in hers, she led him over the the big stall in the bathroom. Inside was your standard public bathroom only this time with a changing table made especially for Littles.

“There,” she smiled. “Now, I’m going to grab your bag from my office. Keep the door locked okay?” That got another small nod from Y/N. With a small kiss to his head she left the stall, hearing a small click of the lock on the way out.

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After JJ left the bathroom I felt uncomfortable again. She just made everything so safe and comfortable. Now without her here everything felt overwhelming, scary again.

But she wouldn’t be long. She just went to grab my bag and then we would go home. I couldn’t wait to be home again, laying on the couch with my favorite stuffie on one side and JJ on the other.

But my beautiful daydream was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the bathroom. Despite my stall door being closed, I backed myself far away from the door, my back hitting the wall.

This was a restroom, it would be ignorant of me to think no one else would use it. But I want to just be alone with JJ. Now with strangers walking into the space I felt more exposed and scared.

But the person who walked in stayed by the sinks. They didn’t walk into a stall or wash their hands. Before I had a moment to really question it further, the man spoke up.

“Hey kiddo it’s just Uncle Derek. Your mom just sent me in here to stop anyone from coming in. You doing alright in there?”

A wave of relief washed over me. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and wiped a few stray tears.

“M’ doing okay.” I managed to say.

“That’s good to hear. You just let me know if you need anything okay?”

I nodded my head. But then I realized he couldn’t see it so I added a quick: “okay.”

Uncle Derek was a life saver! Not once but twice people tried to enter the bathroom but he redirected them away. I’m couldn’t have been more happy to have him there to protect me.

After what felt like years but was only really 15 minutes JJ returned and relieved Morgan of his guard duties. He knocked on the door before leaving.

“See you when you get out kiddo.” He added before leaving the bathroom to JJ and I once more.

I heard the main door to the bathroom lock before JJ knocked on the stall door. I quickly ran over and opened it to her only to see my favorite stuffie in her arms!

“I’m sorry I took so long. I thought your bag was in my office but it turns out it was in my car. But guess who was also in there waiting for you?”

I immediately grabbed the stuffie and brought him close. Between him and JJ being back, everything started to feel calm again.

“Alright baby boy, let’s get you all sorted out.”

JJ opened the changing table, quickly cleaned and placed a cover on. Then she went over to me and helped me and my stuffie up onto it.

With that she started to get to work, taking my shoes off, then my pants and underwear. Then she helped clean up and before I knew it she was sliding a fresh pull-up on me followed by my emergency set of pants.

“There you go,” she said rubbing my belly. “All fresh and clean.”

Suddenly a sad thought came across my head. “Mommy, I can’t wear a pull-up.”

“Why not? You’re too young not to wear one.” She pointed out, making me feeling smaller.

“No, it’s just that…it’s going to have blood on it.”

JJ sighed. She sat me up and held my hand in mine. “I want you to listen to me for a second Y/N. I don’t mind taking care of you whether you’re on or off your period. That changes nothing about the fact you’re my little boy. Do you understand? I still love you the same and I will never see you different. You are and will forever be my baby boy.”

More tears found their way to my eye as she pulled me into a hug once more. I felt so much better now that I was changed, but even more so now that I felt accepted. No matter what anyone said or what my body said, I’m her little boy. Forever.

“Now,” she said breaking apart. “We gotta go catch up with your brother. He’s very worried about you. I’d say he’s so worried he might let you chose the movie we watch tonight.” JJ winked.

“Really?!” I said shocked. Tonight was his movie night choice. But he was gonna let me chose?!

“Really! And if we’re really lucky we might be able to convince Uncle Derek and Aunt Penelope to stay and watch it with us.” JJ added as she helped me down.

Hand in hand the two of us walked out of that bathroom. Once out we went to Aunt Penelope’s office and met up with Spencer again.

He stood up and ran over to me “Y/n! Are you okay? I’ve been so worried!” He wrapped me in a tight hug.

I smiled against his shoulder, “I’m okay Spence.”

“While you were gone I thought of the coolest game we can play when we get home!” Spencer added excitedly once we broke apart.

“I can’t wait!” I smiled back.

“Come on boys, it’s time to go home.” JJ said after talking to Garcia.

Spencer took one hand and JJ took the other as we left the BAU. My little family always knew how to make me feel appreciated and accepted. Caregiver and Little boy. Forever and always.

#age regression #age regressor #agere #agere little #sfw age regression #sfw agere #agere post #age regression fic #trans male reader #caregiver!jj #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #little!reader #little!spencer Reid #sfw age regressor #agere sfw #sfw littlespace #little space

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mlm-writer · 2 years

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Piss Paladin (Wade Wilson x FtM!Reader)

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x FtM Reader For the pride prompt: FtM reader learning to pee standing up, failing miserably, getting anxious and then getting help from their lovely AMAB partner Rating: Mature Words: 1321 POV: Second Summary: Wade got you an STP and you can now finally pee while standing up. Easier said than doen tho. Notes: Happy Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. Reader has not undergone bottom surgery, but everything else from HRT to top surgery is up to you. Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort sort of, domestic fluff, established relationship, we all know Wade is a horndog oh and he also breaks the 4th wall

“Babey!” Your boyfriend was as loud as ever, as he barged through the front door. Well, it was technically his apartment, so he was allowed. You looked up from your phone and shifted on the couch, bare legs no longer folded over. You tugged your shorts down, so they were no longer giving you a wedgie. Eyes narrowed at Wade, when he got a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. “I got you something,” he practically sang, approaching you with the glass and a package held behind his back. You were more confused by the glass of water to be honest. Wade was not one to hydrate voluntarily. “But - and that’s a big butt - you first need to drink this.”

You let out a scoff and took the glass he held out for you. Wade had weirder antics, so you did not question him. You wished he had picked a smaller glass though. It took you a moment, before you had consumed its entire contents. Wade made in the meantime three jokes about swallowing and being so good at it. One time you laughed accidentally and almost choked, which triggered a choking joke or two.

When you finally put the empty glass onto the already-full coffee table, he handed you the package. You raised a brow at him and took the package, ripping off the top while looking him dead in the eyes. “This better not be another strap-on, Wade. We already have enough.”

“Well this one you can use for multiple things.” You sighed and pulled the bubble wrap out of the box, then frowned at the hollow strap-on you found inside. It was limp and did not seem good for fucking at all. Then it clicked. You gasped and turned to your boyfriend hanging off the back of the couch.

“No way!” “Yes way!” “Wade!”

You jumped and hugged him, slapping him in the face with your new dick. “Ho there fella, might want to wait with slapping me in the face with that thing until I’m on my knees.” You were giddy with excitement and took the glass off the table to fill it with more water, chugging it as if you’ve been in the desert. “It is for pack, pee and play, but I guess the first thing you want to do is pee while standing up?”

You nodded. “Honestly, it is the best part of having a dick if you ask me.” You fished the harness out of the box and started placing your cock inside in various ways, until Wade grabbed the manual and helped you with sticking things in the right hole.

“Well then let’s get you in this thing, go to the park and find you a nice little tree.” You wiggled out of your pants and underwear. Then tried to put the harness with the STP in it up, only to find out that it was rather tricky.

“Maybe first try the toilet?” You suggested, as you moved the silicone around until it was comfortable. You then pulled the underwear back over it and your shorts. You wiggled around and reached into your underwear to find a comfortable position for the dick. “Where do you leave the shaft?” You complained.

“You’re boring,” Wade sighed playfully. He nearly giggled like a schoolgirl as he watched you struggle. “Well I just leave it parallel to my right leg, but you can also do it to the left.” You followed his instructions and then stared at your bulge. “Damn baby boy, you are packing,” Wade exclaimed as he stared at your crotch with you.

“Is it too obvious?” He shook his head. You read the manual to figure out what else came with the penis, while you waited for mother nature to make her call. When you finally felt it, you jumped up from the couch to go to the bathroom.

“Go my piss paladin! My golden shower champion! My urine conqueror! My…” “Shut up, Wade!” “Hey don’t blame me! We are over 650 words in and the readers still haven’t gotten what they came for!”

You rolled your eyes and then closed the bathroom door behind you without locking it. Excitement coursed through your veins, but as you stood above the toilet, seat up and silicone dick in hand, nothing came out of you. As if your body was saying ‘we need to sit down to piss’. So you stood there a good minute or two… or three… Eventually Wade was knocking on the door. “You know, it is supposed to be quicker,” he called from outside the door. You tried to force something out again, but not even a drip left you.

“Urgh, it won’t work!” You exclaimed, stomping your foot and zipping your pants back up. You heard Wade come in, but did not look at him. “I just… I can’t do it!” You felt Wade approach from behind and then his arms were around you.

“Yes you can, my piss paladin. Come on, let’s zip those pants down.” Wade pushed everything down to your ankles. “You’re just having a mental block so let’s try this a bit more like you’re used to. Bend the knees, rest that pretty butt on me, yes just like that.” You were sort of leaned forward with your butt on Wade’s knees slash thighs. Wade had his hands on your hips, steadying you. “Ok now close your eyes and breathe. Once you let go, everything will just flow.”

It took you a good minute more, but with Wade keeping you calm and reminding you that one step at a time was fine, you eventually succeeded. When the dam finally overflowed, it was a relief like nothing else. The sound of piss landing in the toilet water had never before triggered so much relief and happiness. You and Wade were cheering like you just won the jackpot.

However, victory did not last long, as you felt a warm stream trickling down your leg. “Oh shit,” you exclaimed as you tried to stop yourself from filling the overflowing penis even more. The idea was great, but the execution was not as smooth as you had envisioned.

“Keep calm, king, this is fine,” you heard Wade say behind you, but piss was trickling down your leg and you could not really stop yourself mid-way. It felt like it was just coming and coming. By the time the STP was empty, you just stared down at it with absolute horror, trying to wrap your head around what just happened.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, baby, I pissed all over you. Oh my god this is so embarrassing.” You felt like crying. The entire vicinity was stinking and covered in yellow fluid. You heard Wade talking, but you were frozen in place and your ears had stopped working.

Wade turned you around roughly, but you closed your eyes, unable to look at him. You pissed on him for fuck’s sake. “Hey, my handsome piss paladin, look at me. Come on, open those beautiful eyes… there you go. It’s all right.”

He smiled at you reassuringly, but you had tears pricking in your eyes and you could feel the distress everywhere in your body. “It’s not all right, Wade, I pissed on you.”

“And I don’t care! Really! Look! Look here!” You followed his pointed finger to where you saw the stain on his pants and… a boner. Seeing it made you chuckle.

“Really, dipshit? A piss kink?” He chuckled with you and reached past you to grab the roll of toilet paper.

“Don’t blame me, you’re the one who is hot no matter what… just like your pee.” He whispered the last part, making you laugh again. Wade handed you some TP, but you refused, telling him a shower was going to be a better idea. He agreed and then joined you under another warm stream.

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Disability Showdown Full Bracket

Alright! No more mystery, we've got our list for the tournament!

For people new to this tournament, how this works is this: We narrowed our character list down from about 600 to 131 (it was gonna be 128 but we had three ties, so those have been reworked into three-character polls). The top 64 have been seeded into the bracket by number of nominations. The bottom 67 however, all got roughly the same amount of nominations, so those have been assigned places via random number generator, to remove any bias that I the poll runner may have about which characters I want to succeed

(I am so sorry if your obscure blorbo ends up against a super popular kid in round one, that's unfortunately the luck of the draw here, but I am keeping a record of characters that lose but whose fans fight the hardest for them, and we may do something with those kids later, so it's still worth campaigning for your faves!)

I will make an image for the bracket once we get past the first round or two, but right now I have no idea how to make a visual bracket containing 131 characters, upload it to tumblr, and still have it be at all useful

So for the first round, I'll just give the matchups by name, in a list under the cut. We'll be working through this list 8 polls at a time (my pinned post will stay updated with the current 8 once the tournament starts), and good luck everyone!

Eda Clawthorne (Owl House) vs Cassandra Cain (DC)

Hiccup and Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon) vs Peppermint (Hi-Fi Rush)

Barbara Gordon (DC) vs Demoman (Team Fortress 2)

Toph Beifong (Avatar: the Last Airbender) vs Finn Tidestrider (Just Roll With It)

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Red (Pokemon)

Ashton Greymoore (Critical Role) vs Walter White Jr (Breaking Bad)

Finn Mertens (Adventure Time) vs Wade Wilson (Marvel)

Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots) vs Jean Havoc (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Matt Murdock (Marvel) vs Ellen (The Witch's House)

Clint Barton (Marvel) vs Maedhros (The Silmarillion)

Nicholas Benedict (The Mysterious Benedict Society) vs Jancy True (Drawtectives)

Donatello (TMNT: Rise, IDW) vs Black Raisin Cookie (Cookie Run)

Octavio Silva (Apex Legends) vs Dr Carmilla (The Mechanisms)

Crutchie (Newsies) vs Nemo (Finding Nemo)

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) vs Renarin Kholin (Stormlight Archives)

Amaya (The Dragon Prince) vs Long John Silver (Treasure Planet)

Charles Xavier (Marvel) vs Dagen Underthorn (Critical Role)

Viktor (Arcane) vs Cecil Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale)

Taimi (Guild Wars 2) vs Eli Vance (Half Life)

Johnny Joestar (JJBA) vs Floofty Fizzlebean (Bugsnax)

Vash the Stampede (Trigun Stampede) vs Sunny (OMORI)

Drey Ferin (Just Roll With It) vs Kizuna Chieda (AI: The Somnium Files)

Geordi LaForge (Star Trek) vs Phosphophyllite (Houseki No Kuni)

Kaz Brekker (Six of Crows) vs Zuko (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Melanie King (The Magnus Archives) vs Eugenides (Queen's Thief)

Snake (Zero Escape) vs Malenia (Elden Ring)

Future Leo (ROTTMNT) vs Edgar Jomfru (Metalocalypse)

Janice Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale) vs Jet Black (Cowboy Bebop)

Luke Skywalker (Star Wars) vs Wylan Van Eck (Six of Crows) vs Linh Cinder (Lunar Chronicles)

Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Peter Sqloint (Just Roll With It)

Bucky Barnes (Marvel) vs All Might (Boku No Hero Academia)

Della Duck (Ducktales) vs Maya Lopez (Marvel)

Jayfeather (Warrior Cats) vs Isabella Paretti (ValorPUNK)

Shouko Nishimiya (A Silent Voice) vs Gary Goodspeed (Final Space)

Violet Evergarden (Violet Evergarden) vs Brightheart (Warrior Cats)

Briarlight (Warrior Cats) vs Jinx (Arcane)

Ticket Jerry (Dialtown) vs Darth Maul (Star Wars)

Yang Xiao Long (RWBY) vs Dulcinea Septimus (Locked Tomb)

Ricky Potts (Ride the Cyclone) vs Helena Adams (Identity V) vs Antonio (Identity V)

Jimmy Valmer (South Park) vs Vanellope (Wreck-It Ralph)

Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck) vs Sam Vimes (Discworld)

Bruno Madrigal (Encanto) vs Custas (Witch Hat Atelier)

Gregory House (House MD) vs Gunthrie Miggles-Rashbax (Dimension 20)

Moon Knight (Marvel) vs Splinter (TMNT)

Shanks (One Piece) vs Goro Majima (Yakuza)

Chai (Hi-Fi Rush) vs Maria Robotnik (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Kazuhira Miller (Metal Gear Solid) vs Sir Marc (Penumbra Podcast)

Izaya Orihara (Durarara) vs Hermann Gottlieb (Pacific Rim)

Finnegan Wake (Monster High) vs Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Frankie Stein (Monster High) vs Charlotte Webber (Marvel)

Sage Beldaruit (Witch Hat Atelier) vs Susie (Flight Rising)

Urakawa Mamoru (Mega Man) vs Undyne (Undertale)

Teo (Avatar: the Last Airbender) vs Gazelle (Kingsman)

Tavros Nitram (Homestuck) vs Dunban (Xenoblade Chronicles)

Hearthstone (Magnus Chase) vs Gabriella (Little Mermaid)

Tony Stark (Marvel) vs Mera Salamin (Epithet Erased)

Rani (Pixie Hollow) vs Haruka Sakurai (MILGRAM)

Wilt (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends) vs Handy (Happy Tree Friends)

Izumi Curtis (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Nog (Star Trek: DS9) vs Spock (Star Trek: Discovery)

Juno Steel (Penumbra Podcast) vs Merle Highchurch (The Adventure Zone)

Furiosa (Mad Max) vs Massimo (Luca)

Bentley (Sly Cooper) vs Symmetra (Overwatch)

Quasimodo (Hunchback of Notre Dame) vs Cyborg (Teen Titans)

Nagito Komaeda (Dangan Ronpa) vs Link (Legend of Zelda)

#disability showdown

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embroideredcursewords · 1 year

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Baby, You’re a Sunset.

Relationships: Spider-Man/Deadpool. Peter Parker/Wade Wilson.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Soulmate AU. Soulmark AU. Alternate Universe. Peter Parker needs a hug. Wade Wilson needs a hug. Peter Parker is a sassy little shit. Wade Wilson being inappropriate as always. Scarred Wade Wilson. This is so soft. Bottom!Peter Parker. Top!Wade Wilson. Bottom Peter Parker. Top Wade Wilson. Peter kinda tops from the bottom, though. Power bottom Peter Parker. Fluff and smut. Getting together. Falling in love. Then falling into bed.

Summary: Peter Parker had always been embarrassed about his Soulmark—embarrassed, confused, and honestly a bit pissed off. He and his soulmate would be having words.

//Trigger Warnings: Language. Talk of violence. Sex. Sex without a condom.\\

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Peter Parker had always been embarrassed about his Soulmark—embarrassed, confused, and honestly a bit pissed off. Soulmarks were the universe’s way of evening the scales a bit. Soulmates were, philosophically speaking, a pretty fucked up phenomenon. You have this one chance—this one chance—to find the person you were destined to be with. What if they were dead or on the other side of the world? You’d never know. Peter had seen the effect that could have on people. He’d known a girl in highschool who met her soulmate a month before being killed in a car accident. His aunt had lost her own soulmate and now May felt like dating was pointless.

Still, the romantic in him felt a longing for his soulmate. Mary Jane and Gwen had discovered that they were soulmates in middle school. Gwen had just started that year. She’d been a quiet kid, sitting alone during lunch. Mary Jane slid next to her on the bus, accidentally knocking their arms together. Both of the girls’ bright white marks had swirled with color. Now, the two delighted in communicating through their Soulmarks and leaving everyone else out of the loop. They’d been in seventh grade and already had their entire lovelives sorted. It wasn’t fair. Peter sighed to himself. He didn’t mean to be bitter and jaded, but at twenty-five with a Soulmark like his, he couldn’t help it. Soulmarks were supposed to be this amazing thing, but everytime Peter thought about his own, he felt miserable.

“Spidey!”

A loud bang shook Peter out of his thoughts. He located the disturbance, then rolled his eyes.

“Deadpool.”

The mercenary had practically been stalking him the past few months. At first, Peter had avoided him like the plague. Last week, though, there was a shift in the air. Deadpool had taken a bullet for him, and now Peter felt indebted to him—even though, technically, Deadpool was immortal. Taking a bullet was closer to a splinter than a sacrificial action for the maniac. Still, Peter was putting up with his presence these days despite literally everyone telling him what a bad idea that was. It was easier to think of Deadpool as an annoying puppy. He followed too closely, had WAY too much energy, and occasionally drooled but if Peter kicked him, he’d be a monster. However irritating Deadpool was, he was pretty useful on patrols. The thorn in Peter’s side was currently unpacking several paper bags and lining up tons of take-out. Deadpool did have his uses.

“I didn’t know what you were in the mood for tonight—because you refuse to answer my texts—so I brought Mexican, Chinese, Thai, and Italian.”

“I don’t answer your texts because you refuse to call me Spider-Man. I made myself perfectly clear on Tuesday.” Deadpool managed to pout in such a way that Peter could see it through the mask. “Don’t start with me, Pool. I’ve had a bad day.”

“What happened? Do you need me to kill somebody?”

Peter glared at Deadpool.

“Why is that always your first response? No. I do not want you to kill anybody. That’s the point of this whole ‘rehabilitation’ experiment. You kill someone, we’re done.”

“You know, ultimatums aren’t the way to get what you want in a relationship. I have the marriage counselor on speed dial.”

“This is not a relationship. It’s just an experiment.”

“Okay, Katy Perry, calm down.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

Deadpool immediately pulled out his phone and I Kissed A Girl began blasting through the tinny speakers. Peter sighed, but rolled his mask up and began to eat before the food got cold. Deadpool had insisted on eating either before or after patrols. He called it “bonding time.” Peter had accepted this term with little resistance. His enhanced speed, stamina, and healing came with a monstrous appetite and he was usually broke. Eating with Deadpool meant one less meal he had to pay for. He felt a bit guilty for letting the mercenary pay, but Deadpool always insisted. It was nice in a way that irritated Peter. It irritated him because things like this made it harder to hate Deadpool.

“Seriously, Webhead. If you wanna talk about it, I’m here.”

Peter paused. On the one hand, he was pretty against telling Deadpool anything personal about himself. The man was a trained mercenary and he quite literally made a living off of tracking people down. On the other hand, it was a pretty hidden part of his life. It wasn’t like he went around and told everyone about his Soulmark. Only a handful of people knew about it. The rest of the world believed that Peter Parker had no soulmate. He liked it better that way. It might be nice to vent about it for once.

“It’s just… nothing happened. I’ve just been upset. It’s stupid.”

“Upset about what?” Deadpool spoke around a mouthful of food. Peter had gotten pretty used to the scars, but the way they stretched around his full mouth were a bit distracting. “And it’s not stupid. You’re upset, that’s valid as hell, babe.”

Peter took his own massive, sullen bite. However, he wasn’t raised in a barn so he chewed and swallowed before replying.

“I’ve been upset about my Soulmark. Like it’s been there forever, so I’m mostly used to it, but once in a while… I just get so irritated.”

“Why?”

God, he was like a toddler sometimes.

“It’s… in an embarrassing place.”

“Oh.”

Deadpool continued to eat, letting the silence linger for a few minutes. It was weird to see the mercenary being quiet for once. It made Peter uneasy.

“Well? Gonna tell me how ungrateful I am? How there are thousands of people out there who would kill for my Soulmark? How I should just be happy I have a soulmate at all?”

“Nah. Just ‘cus one person would want it doesn’t mean you have to.” Peter’s mouth snapped shut. Deadpool continued to eat before pulling his mask up a bit further and turning to face Peter. “I kinda understand. I mean, my soulmate is gonna slap me.”

Sure enough, a white handprint marked the left side of Deadpool’s face. The mark swiped down towards his mouth. That definitely looked like a slap.

“I mean, it could be something else…”

Peter tried his best to be convincing. Deadpool just shook his head.

“Nah. Thanks, but it’s definitely a slap. You know me, it definitely makes sense. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna hit me?”

Peter felt something like guilt settle in his stomach in response to the self-deprecating joke. He’d been a bit of a jerk to Deadpool. The man had to take a bullet for Peter to stop avoiding him. Deadpool noticed his frown and chuckled.

“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.”

“You don’t know what my head looks like.”

“Yeah, but I just know you’re gorgeous under there.”

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Peter glanced around the apartment. It was surprisingly clean. He’d expected a total disaster. It was his first time in Wade’s apartment. They’d been patrolling together for a couple months and Peter had officially given up the ghost. Wade was his friend. There was no use fighting it any more. He’d been invited over to watch a movie after patrol. Wade was in the shower, singing at the top of his lungs. Peter tried valiantly not to smile. He failed. There was just something so endearing about it. Sure, Wade was still irritating. But these days, Peter laughed along more often than he rolled his eyes. He could hear the water being turned off as Wade continued to get cleaned up. Peter continued to explore.

The apartment was massive. It would take some serious money to rent this place. The kitchen had one of those fancy islands in it. Peter grabbed a beer from the fridge, took one drink, and decided he was not a beer person. Awkwardly, he carried the nasty thing with him from room to room. The dining area held a table decorated with an old lady tablecloth. Peter ran his hand over the worn lace. He wondered where Wade got it. Maybe it was a family heirloom or something. The living room had a giant TV with the most comfortable-looking couch Peter had ever seen. He sunk into the cushions with a grateful sigh. It had been a long day. Wade sat beside him, turning on the TV to scroll through Disney Plus.

“Whatcha wanna watch?”

“I dunno. Something good.”

“Well, that certainly narrows it down.” Wade threw a sarcastic look his way. Peter enjoyed these moments where he went without the mask. Some day, maybe he could go without his own mask. Some day.

“Fine, then. Let’s watch Hercules.”

Wade nodded, appeased, and the movie began to play. Peter started falling asleep part-way through. Wade woke him back up and brought a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt for him to wear. He changed in the bathroom, and for a real moment, debated going without his mask. He’d finally be able to get the jump on Wade. Lately, his Spider-Sense had not been working around Deadpool and he was getting pretty cocky about it. Wade knocked on the door to make sure he hadn’t somehow fallen asleep while changing. Peter looked at himself in the mirror, fussing with his hair and hoping against all odds that it would obey him for once.

“Fuck it.”

“What? Fuck what? I wanna know what we’re fucking!”

Peter opened the bathroom door, mask in hand.

“It’s Peter.”

Wade stared at him in a strange mix of awe and confusion.

“We’re fucking Peter? Who’s Peter?”

He blushed.

“No, me. I’m Peter.” Then, he added quickly: “And we’re not fucking me.”

“See? I knew you’d be gorgeous under there!”

Peter rolled his eyes, blush still firmly in place as I Won’t Say I’m In Love blared from the living room tv.

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It was nearly a year later when the topic of soulmates came up again. Peter had invited Wade over, against his best judgment, and was being scolded as usual about the lack of food in the fridge. After takeout had been ordered (paid for by Wade, despite Peter’s habitual argument) and the game system was set up. Wade sat far away from Peter, as usual. Through the year of their friendship, Wade had refused to risk any sort of physical touch, and it was confusing for Peter. They’d grown so close over time that every super, villain or hero, counted them as a pair. It was rare for Peter to patrol alone these days. It only ever happened when Wade was “out of town.” He didn’t ask about those trips for his own peace of mind, but he couldn’t help but pay special attention to the news. As far as he could tell, Wade had been sticking to his promise. He hadn’t killed anyone since their agreement.

Though Peter didn’t know it, when Wade took a job he made sure to specify that maiming would be the furthest he’d go for a client. Weasel had almost had an aneurism when Wade broke the news. He’d been the biggest moneymaker for Sister Margaret’s, but according to Weasel he’d been “pussywhipped” by Spider-man. Wade took great offense to this and had informed Weasel that he’d actually been “dickwhipped” and that he planned on continuing that state until Spider-man broke down and fucked him. These days, though, Wade had felt a bit less randy and a bit more enamored. The more he learned about Peter, the more he was convinced that a one night stand could never be enough. In the words of Trisha Yearwood, he was gonna “marry that boy someday.” It was that same selfish urge that had prevented him from any physical contact with Peter. When he’d learned of Peter having a soulmark, all those months ago, a seed of pitiful and useless hope had sprouted in his heart. He was afraid to touch Peter now, for fear of squashing that hope when his soulmark would inevitably remain white. And yet, the sight of Peter curled up on the other end of the couch, clutching his remote and snickering as he sent a blue shell at Wade… He wanted nothing more than to throw caution to the wind, sweep Peter off his feet, and carry him off to the sunset.

“Gotcha, bitch!” Peter shouted excitedly as he took first place.

“You got me, alright.” Wade smiled softly. Peter glanced sideways at him.

Suddenly, the game was paused. Wade turned to look at him quizzically.

“What’s going on, Wade? Usually you’re almost as competitive as I am.”

“For the record, I am way more competitive than you are.”

“It’s not a competition, Wade. My point was—“

“It is so a competition. Everything’s a competition. See, this is exactly why I’m more competitive than you are.”

“Wade.” Peter said with a soft warning in his voice. Wade quieted. “What’s going on in that crazy head of yours?”

“I was just thinking about soulmarks.”

Peter looked at him with surprise.

“Soulmarks? What made you think about that?”

Wade gestured to his own mark.

“Hard not to think about, with this plastered on my face.”

Peter nodded sympathetically.

“I feel you.”

“I wish you would—“ Wade’s lecherous comment was interrupted.

“I thought Vanessa was your soulmate?”

Wade was quiet for a few minutes, memories of his previous happy life with Vanessa.

“She was.”

“She never touched your face?”

“Vanessa’s soulmark was on my chest.”

Again, Peter was surprised.

“You had two soulmarks? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that happening.”

Sometimes, people had more than two soulmates, but they only ever had one mark. Peter had known three soulmates in elementary school. Each bore a matching soulmark. They’d all three been playing Red Rover at recess one day. The touch of the first soulmate had only added half the color, the second touch had filled in the gaps. Still, only one mark.

“I only had the one when she was alive. Then when she…” Wade trailed off, his voice cracking with grief. Peter moved to comfort him, but Wade shook his head and stood, putting more distance between them. Peter felt a sharp sting through his heart.

“I know I’m not her. But Jesus, Wade. I can’t even hold your hand?”

“It’s not about her.”

“Then what the fuck is it about?”

Wade gestured to his face, beginning to pace anxiously.

“I don’t want you to touch me.” He began quietly. Peter probably wouldn’t have heard if it weren’t for his superhearing. “I don’t think I can handle knowing that you aren’t my—just fucking forget it.”

Peter froze.

“You want me to be your soulmate.” Wade stayed silent. “Wade—“

“No, don’t tell me. I know. I know I’m the last person on earth you’d be soulmates with.” He laughed bitterly, sarcasm clouding his words. “Wouldn’t that be fucking perfect. New York’s golden boy! The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, soulmates with a fucking murderer.”

“Wade, please—“

“No, it’s fine. I get the message, Webs. I really do.”

“Would you just shut the fuck up and listen!” Peter yelled. Wade stilled. “Wade, you absolute moron! I want you to be my soulmate so fucking bad. I love you, dumbass! I love you and it kills me because I know I’m not your soulmate! You wanna know how I know?”

Wade spun around to face him.

“How do you know?” Hope lit up his eyes, shattering Peter’s heart as tears stung his eyes.

“Because I would never slap you, Wade! And my soulmark…” He trailed off. Wade didn’t push it. Instead, he plopped onto the couch, head in his hands. Peter scooted closer, careful not to touch. Still, there was hope in his chest. He couldn’t help it. He studied Wade’s soulmark, the way it seemed almost undeniable. The way it slid so neatly downwards. Peter had been slapped. The redness on his face had looked the same. And yet…

“Oh, Wade.” Peter said in a whisper, tears blurring his vision. He shut his eyes, unable to stop his hand from reaching out and touching Wade’s cheek. His hand slid as Wade startled, Peter thumbed his lower lip gently. “I wish we were soulmates. I love you. I love you so much.”

“Peter… Babyboy.” Wade’s hand settled low on his waist, more on his ass than anything, and Peter suddenly felt a pleasant sort of burning sensation. He gasped. “I think we are.”

Peter’s eyes snapped open, greeted by color swirling and blooming, bordered by Wade’s lovely scars. His hand fell from Wade, yanking up his shirt while his other pushed at the waistband of his pants. Sure enough, the warm sensation was accompanied by his own soulmark blooming. Wade had tears in his eyes now. He gazed at Peter with such tenderness, he almost couldn’t stand it. Peter’s hand softly cupped his cheek again.

“I didn’t slap you.”

Wade let out a choking sob.

“No. No, you were so gentle.”

Peter’s lips met his for a mere moment. The softest kiss in the history of kisses.

“You deserve gentleness.”

As he shuffled forward, Wade’s hand slipped under his shirt, under the waistband of his pants, and settled firmly over his soulmark. Peter’s breath hitched as Wade gripped his ass softly, nearly falling forward to land in Wade’s lap. Their mouths met again, starting so soft and gentle that Peter’s eyes began watering again. Heat crept into the corners of their kiss. It started as an ember, slowly building to a raging inferno. Wade began kneading at Peter’s ass, each push and pull brushing the two against each other. Peter’s lips fell open and Wade’s tongue licked into his mouth like a fire. Their breath came in short, panting bursts as they both began to grow desperate for one another. Finally, Peter pulled away and Wade let out a whine, only to wolf whistle as he yanked off his shirt. Wade did the same and Peter’s hands ran down his chest. Among the scars, one stood out. It was a handprint, blackened. Peter let out a slow breath. This was Vanessa’s mark. Wade kissed and nipped along his jaw, swiftly distracting him. They could talk about that later.

Peter’s hips ground against Wade’s, both groaning in the pleasure a simple movement could give. Their hands only pulled away to tear off clothes.

Soon enough, they sat fully bare and vulnerable. Wade let his eyes roam hungrily along Peter’s naked body, and Peter did the same. Wade was gorgeous, and he told him just that. Wade’s soulmark positively glowed, golden with happiness. Peter’s did the same. When it became a beautiful rose gold, Wade could have cried. Despite all odds, Peter loved him. Peter loved him, and he was happy. Kisses were peppered gently along Wade’s face and suddenly, he couldn’t wait anymore. His strong arms swept Peter up and carried him off. The bedroom wasn’t exactly the sunset, but their soulmarks could outshine even the most gorgeous sunset. Peter bounced lightly as Wade collapsed on the bed. Wade groaned at the extra friction. When Peter’s soft hand joined their dicks together, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Oh, god. Wade—“ Peter sighed. His head lolled back, his hips wiggling against Wade’s.

“I need you, too, baby.”

Peter grinned, releasing their members as he swung his leg off of Wade’s lap.

“You’re gonna need to prep me, big boy.”

Wade moaned before sitting up to face his soulmate. His soulmate! God! He rummaged through the bedside table for a minute before pulling out a bottle of lube. Peter blushed as Wade held up a rather large dildo with a smirk.

“Are you a size queen, baby? Or were you trying to prepare for me, hm?”

“Both.” Peter answered honestly. He laughed when Wade held it up to his own dick to compare the size. “Alright, alright! Dick-measuring contest later! I need you to fuck me now.”

“Yes, sir!” Wade saluted with the dildo before dropping it back in the drawer and rejoining Peter on the—rather small, he should really buy Peter a new one—bed. His soulmate, and Wade would never, ever get tired of calling him that, rolled onto his stomach and pushed up onto his hands and knees. Wade groaned as Peter turned his head to smile at him.

“Keep smiling at me like that and I’ll give you anything.”

“Currently, I want your cock. Can you hurry up and give me that?”

Wade slicked up his fingers in response, taking the time to circle Peter’s hole gently.

“Ahhh, Wade. Been waiting for this.”

Wade let his finger slip in to the first knuckle.

“How long have you been waiting, babyboy?”

“About a year.”

Wade groaned.

“Jesus. Bet you’re all pent up, hm?”

“So pent up, Wade.”

Another groan and Wade added another finger, beginning to gently scissor them as he fucked his soulmate with his hand.

“Love it when you say my name.”

“I love you, Wade.”

“Fuck me, I love you too, Peter.”

The third finger slipped in, searching for Peter’s prostate.

“Wade, if you don’t put your cock in me now, I’m going to cum on your fingers and go to sleep.”

The threat was an effective one. Wade pulled his fingers free before searching for a condom. Peter shook his head.

“I don’t think either of us could carry anything. Healing factors are a wonder, aren’t they?”

Wade wasn’t about to argue. He added some lube to his hand before slicking up his own cock and guiding it to Peter’s hole. His hips inched forward, slowly filling his soulmate up. Peter’s breath got faster with each gentle push. Wade’s hand captured Peter’s cock, stroking slowly to distract him from any potential stretch. It took a minute before he bottomed out, being sure to give his soulmate enough time to adjust.

“Ah, Wade. Yes! Uhnn, god. Feel so full.” He wiggled his hips back against Wade before sinking onto the bed. “Think you can flip me around without taking your cock out?”

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Can’t be without my cock for a moment, can you?”

Peter grinned back at him.

“Can you be without me?” He squeezed down around Wade, choking a groan out of him.

“Good point.” Wade sort of pinwheeled Peter onto his back, keeping his cock buried deep. He waggled his eyebrows. Peter laughed.

“You did it! I knew you could do it.”

Wade smiled, pulling Peter’s legs to rest around his waist, and he moved. He started making love, his hips starting a deep, slow pace. Peter groaned, his hands gripping the sheets before Wade leaned down to rest his weight on his elbows. They kissed softly, both hands moving to touch soulmarks. Wade thoroughly enjoyed the gentle lovemaking. His heart felt tender as Peter matched his pace with his own hips. Wade groaned into the kiss as Peter sighed in time with his thrusts. It was sweet and slow, yet filled with passion. He gripped Peter’s ass as his thrusts became harder and faster, panting only interrupted by moans. Peter’s legs gripped his waist, hand stroking his own cock in time. Wade was getting close, and by the sounds of Peter’s broken cries, he was too. Wade came with a shout, jerking his hips in the aftershocks. Peter quickened his strokes, but Wade batted his hand away. He was given a disgruntled noise before he moved downwards, taking Peter into his mouth. It didn’t take long, and frankly in his post-orgasm state it wasn’t his best work, but Peter soon crumbled inwards as he reached his own peak. Wade swallowed every drop like it was ambrosia.

They fell back together, spent, sweating, and smiling. Wade pulled Peter into his arms and his hand found it’s place on his ass. Peter’s hand gently stroked his cheek. They were silent for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of their love. Wade, as expected, broke the silence.

“Spider-Man is my fucking soulmate!”

“Speaking of fucking, Wade… How do you feel about fucking me upside down?”

Wade groaned through a smirk as he forced himself up and off the bed, Peter’s laugh ringing pleasantly in his ears.

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