#spideypool fic

[ungrateful-sneeze]

Peter: *bored in his apartment so he turns on the news*

The news: “New York and the world are in mourning as Spider-Man was seen last night being stabbed in the head by pole. The city has been setting up memorials for the hero and-“

Peter: …

Wade: *bursts through his window, still wearing Peters suit and still with the pole in his head* ok, so I know you said not to take the suit…

[bl00dysk1es]

need.. need spideypool fics with spinnerets… no reason.. just need them.

[im-not-batman]

For the ask WIP game

Spideypool falling please 😊

Oh I LOVE this one!

It's a 5+1 of spideypool falling for eachother and then Falling For Eachother. Featuring Dadpool because I'm a big fan of his work (Ellie).

"It really creeps me out when you do that, Webs." Wade said, sinking deeper into Peter's beat-up couch and kicking his fluffy-sock-clad feet up onto the other half of it that Peter was perched above. "I like sitting up here, sends all the blood to my brain so that I can beat you quicker," Peter reasoned and as if on queue the tinny TV speaker announced yet another victory. "You're such an asshole, Baby Boy," Wade smirked up at him, sounding more proud than annoyed. He threw a couple of M&Ms up for Peter to catch in his mouth, "do the other heros know how much of an asshole their comrade is?" Around his mouthful of chocolate and peanuts, he grinned, "I save all my worst bits for you, Wade." It was true too. He always felt like he needed to pose and posture around his fellow superheroes. Even though he'd come into his own as Spider-man over the last ten years, he still yearned for their approval and strived for their respect. Around Wade though, there was no need to pretend he was any better than he actually was. He didnt feel the need to constantly be on his best behaviour. Peter let his sass and sarcasm, disdain and irritation, good moods, bad moods and everything inbetween run rampant around Deadpool. And he never felt like he was being judged or evaluated. Just admired. Ecouraged even. "I'm touched," he said, throwing up another handful of M&Ms. This time Peter didn't react quick enough, lost in thought, and missed them.

Instead Wade caught the chocolates in his own mouth. Which shouldn't have been a thing but Peter's brain was making it a thing. He couldn't figure out if it was the ease with which he caught them – Peter's attraction to competency rearing it's ugly head – or the fact that the M&Ms were intended for his mouth and were now in Deadpool's. Either way, Peter's brain was doing some sort of horny gymnastics to rationalise it as tonsil tennis by-proxy. He watched Wade's throat bob as he swallowed. Peter's concentration was decidedly broken. He slipped. Usually that wouldn't be an issue; usually he'd have fallen from a much greater height and thus had more time to catch himself. But he was hanging from the ceiling this time. Granted, it was a relatively high ceiling, but not high enough. He let out an indecipherable jumble of a scream/shout/warning and Wade managed to dive out of the crash zone in time to not be knocked out by a 170 pound moron. When Peter didn't feel the heavy, throbbing pain of head trauma, he managed to gather his wits enough to realise that his head hadn't made contact with anything.

After another moment, he realised that Wade had seemingly managed to get his hand between Peter's skull and the floor. He still found himself uncomfortably contorted - half on the couch, half off, in a sort of human pretzel situation - but Wade had reacted in enough time to keep his head from cracking against the ground. And he was still holding him that way.

Peter's brain stopped working again. "Sorry," Wade said, trying to right the hero so that he was no longer lying at a downward 45 degree angle with legs akimbo, "Dad reflexes."

Peter wanted to scream. "You're apologising for saving me from a concussion?" Peter attempted to tease but it fell flat when he saw Wade's face, "Are you okay?" He let out a choked laugh, "Am I okay?" He asked incredulously, "you just fell eight feet." "And yet you're the one looking a bit loopy," Peter half laughed but wasn't able to keep the worry from seeping into his tone. "You scared the shit outta me, thought you were gonna go splat!" Deadpool justified. "From that height? Child's play. If I'd splatted, I'd have deserved it." It was a joke but Wade didn't seem to find it funny. "You should look after yourself better, Petey," he looked like he realised he was being too serious then, and his demeanor visibly shifted, "you don't regenerate, so you gotta look after that sinfully gorgeous meat suit of yours."

Ty ty for the ask! I really wanna get back into writing these two, I love them so much 🥲

Send me an ask with which of my WIPs from This Post you wanna hear about!

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Can you do a fic where Peter has a panic attack/night terror and Wade calms him down?

Hey Anon,

As someone who is going through lots of ups and downs. I needed a comfort fic so thank you for requesting this. Hope you enjoy it and that you are doing okay <3 XO

Warnings: Throwing up, graphic description of panic, suicidal thoughts, death of loved ones, dark stuff, Spidey-Pool stuff at the end because I couldn't help myself.

Has anyone ever had a panic attack that lasted days? 

Peters's hands shook and he cursed as he spelled the words wrong over and over. 

Google: Yes. 

Fuck. 

He scrunched his eyes up and tried to breathe through the cold ice that was running through his body. He watched his fingers and palms go pale as the pressure on his chest threatened to crush him. 

The feelings were inescapable. His body reacted to them as if it could somehow outrun his mind. Everything was vibrating, the sound of the electricity made him nauseous. 

He laid down on the bathmat in front of the tub. Aunt May had gotten it for him because she hated the ripped-up hand towel that he had been using. 

Aunt May. 

Another wave of guilt crashed onto him with enough force to make him heave his tired body to the toilet again. Her face flashed before him, he could even hear the sound of her calling his name out in shock as he knew she would if she had seen him like this. A Sob broke through him and he wondered how it was possible to cry, throw up, and hyperventilate at the same time. None of it felt survivable, so maybe he would die like this. 

Death would be a welcome friend at this point. It had been three days since he was last on patrol, three days since he saved that blonde woman with blue eyes. She looked so much like Gwen they could have been sisters. He had more people waiting for him on the other side than he did here. He wouldn’t have to worry about food or how he was going to pay rent this month. He thought it was funny that out of all the things he had fought and lived through he would die from a panic attack. His mind was racing, jumping back from memory to memory. 

He felt their absence roll through him again. 

The pain in his muscles was enough to make his vision hazy. He was so far under that he didn't notice the door open. 

“Don’t freak out” He imagined Wade’s voice calling out to him and felt bad that he would be leaving Wade behind. He felt hands press against him. One of Wade's massive hands was pressed to the center of his chest holding him up. The other was on the back of his neck lifting his head from the toilet seat.  

“Wade,” He mumbled. His eyes struggled to focus but the harsh light of the bathroom was reflecting off of a large black and red mass. 

“Hey, Spidey. Don’t freak out.” He said softly. Why would this freak him out more than he was already freaked out? His face. Wade could see his face. Fuck. 

He wanted to shout at him but ended up throwing up again. Wade helped support him by taking some of the burden off of his sore muscles. The toilet flushed and Wade pressed a bottle of sports drink into his hand.

Peter shook his head. He didn't want help. He deserved to suffer like this. 

“What happened?” Wade whispered. Peter only shook his head again. He watched as Wade made himself comfortable leaning against the wall next to the toilet. He thought of a way to explain but his body started to feel cold again and another wave started. 

Wade pulled him against his chest. It was horrible at first. The embarrassment somehow amplified everything. He felt Wade struggle to get his glove off. 

Curiosity made his eyes snap open. He’d wanted to see Wade’s skin since he’d met him. He felt Wade’s skin before he saw it. Wade ran his hand under Peter’s sweaty T-shirt, his skin was heavily textured but still soft and warm. Wade’s hand stopped at the space between his shoulder blades and for unknown reasons, it grounded him. How he could possibly feel any peace crumpled up in Wade’s lap on his cramped bathroom floor was beyond him. His other hand pushed Peter’s hair back in what would be described as soothing. Peter didn't think Wade was capable of these types of things. But here he was calming Peter down with comforting sounds, and holding him tightly. 

“Doesn't feel like a fever.” Peter was grateful that he didn't remove his hand. “Thought maybe I’d have to burn down that hot dog stand for giving you food poisoning.” 

“Wade No.” Was all he could manage. Wade let out a loud laugh that Peter mostly heard through his chest. 

“This about the Blonde then?” Peter reached for the toilet and Wade helped him again. 

“You lose someone like her?” He pressed and Peter dry heaved choking on a sob. “So you have a Vanessa too?” 

There was a sadness in Wade's voice that broke through whatever was isolating him. His instinct was to stop everything to comfort Wade. He sat up and wiped his nose on the back of his hand. 

“Wade - “ He said in a shaky voice, but Wade saw it coming though.

“If you drink a few sips I won’t feel so sad.” His tone was joking but there was a firmness that told Peter that he’d be drinking the red drink if he wanted to or not. 

He took a sip and tried to take a deep breath. 

“Good boy,” Wade said in a genuine tone that brought heat to Peter’s face. 

You're going to die anyway 

This thought calmed him down slightly. 

“You're a spider who needs a plan. Lucky that you're in luck - I’m a man who has a very big plan.” Wade’s mask winked and Peter groaned. He couldn't stomach a revenge plan right now. “Your apartment is very hot, it has no food, and is overall very depressing. My apartment is superior so I’m spider-napping you. You can try to resist. But we both know you can’t really resist me.” Wade winked again and Peter could see the effort his friend was making for him. 

The thought of being alone made the part of him that wanted to survive reach out and grab Wade’s arm tightly. 

"It will be okay. We can figure it out together" his voice was serious and Peter felt his words. They made everything better and so much worse at the same time. 

Peter realized that Wade still had his glove off. He ran his hand down Wade's arm and gripped hold of his hand before he could pull away. 

Even without his magical expression-filled mask, Peter knew his face was scrunched up in discomfort. 

"My name's Peter." He said, trying to give Wade something back. 

"Peter Parker, born August 10th, 1996, social insurance number is -" Wade started but Peter held up his other hand letting out a groan of defeat.

"When- h-how?" He was angry but his teeth started to chatter again and it came out more scared than anything. 

"I've known for like at least three years," Wade said in an apologetic tone. “Did some research on you when we started working together all the time. I knew you were young I just wanted-” 

“To violate my boundaries,” Peter said it in an almost playful tone. 

“Protect you.” Wade said firmly. Tears started to spill down Peter's face again. Someone was here to protect him? There was a huge absence inside him he had felt his whole life after his dad passed, then it was a massive black hole after Uncle Ben. He didn't know what to do. 

“I want you to let me die.” Peter squeezed his eyes shut and he hoped Wade would understand. 

“No dice. I’m the captain now kiddo” Wade got up and Peter flinched. “Give me ten” 

In less than ten minutes Wade had packed up a bag of lord knows what from all over his apartment. Peter sat there hugging his knees. He was almost afraid of what Wade’s apartment was like. 

“Wade, are you sure you want me around?” Peter said in a whisper knowing Wade would hear him. “I’m not the best company.” 

“Fuck off,” Wade said back from down the hall. “Let's go baby, Spider-napping is now in progress.” 

Wade had him stand in his living room as he wrapped Peter up in a large flat sheet and covered his face with a pillowcase. Peter was barely able to stand so he just accepted this was his fate. This should set his panic off but Wade picked him up and carried him, no choice but to just let it happen. 

You're going to die anyway. 

Wade shoved him into the back of a taxi. Peter looked like a hostage or a dead body, panic ran through him until he focused on what Wade was saying. He was rattling off some kind of elaborate story about how he captured a ballerina who was also an arms dealer, who was actually an alien. Peter tried to follow along with the situation and wondered who the cab driver was. The man was laughing along, giving Wade praise. 

Then Peter realized this must be his friend, and how Wade gets around the city. He listened to the rest of the story and had a lot of questions about if Wade had really retired his old ways. 

“Mr.Pool, I don't think your lover would approve.” 

“Ah, he’ll come around Dopinder. He can’t resist me.” A weird feeling washed over Peter, another emotion that added a weird burning sensation in his stomach. 

“Well, good luck getting the Ballerina back to her mother ship.” 

“Thanks for the ride. Crisp High Five.” Peter heard the slap of a high-five before the door flew open and he was getting dragged out of the back seat. Wade picked him up and he hated how much he wanted to stay like that. 

The journey up to Wade’s apartment was beyond strange. He greeted the doorman and the concierge-like he had a bundle of flowers in his hand, not a body wrapped up in a sheet. The elevator ride was smooth and took forever. All this meant was Wade lived in a nice apartment. Peter tried to wrap his head around this.

Eventually, they were inside and Wade unwrapped him carefully. 

“There, no one knows that Peter Parker knows Deadpool.” He smiled triumphantly. Suddenly the sheets made sense, Peter hadn't even thought about that. 

“Thanks.” 

“No problemo baby boy. Now you want to crash on the couch or go back to the bathroom floor?” 

“Ah,” Peter looked at the very large leather couch in front of him. “Couch is fine.” 

Wade gave him a nod. Peter sat on the side of the couch closest to the kitchen. Wade came back with a fluffy Hello Kitty blanket. He wrapped it around Peter and he was grateful as his apartment clearly had AC. Wade kicked off his boots by the door and slid into some blue crocks. 

Peter looked at the massive TV in front of him, then to the side at the massive view of the city shining through the windows. His kitchen was huge and nice. Everything was surprisingly clean and comfortable. 

Wade started banging around in the kitchen and Peter was happy to sit curled up and watch him. After a moment Wade came by to give him another sports drink. Before going back to the stove. 

Chicken and rice were placed in a bowl in front of him. His mind started to spin out and his stomach hurt.

“Try your best. It will make you feel better.” Wade said gently sitting next to him on the couch. Wade flicked through some channels before landing on a Spongebob rerun. 

“You must like Spongebob, being a 96 kid.” Peter nodded in response trying to think of the last time he watched TV or Spongebob. He couldn't afford cable, and even if he could between his internship, work, and running around the city, he barely had time to sleep. 

They both sat in silence and Peter felt like a little kid again. He hadn’t had a home-cooked meal that wasn't instant noodles since Aunt May passed seven months ago. His throat got tight. He took a deep breath and continued eating, bite by bite. 

“Want more?” Wade asked with an eyebrow lifted. Peter surprised himself by nodding. “You think your stomach can handle the sauce?” 

“I think so.” He hadn't noticed that Wade’s had sauce on it. After trying a bite Peter was suddenly very happy he survived the night. “You can cook?” His voice was strangled and bewildered. 

“Yep.” 

“Oh,” Peter nodded and then looked at Wade and laughed. “Lots I don't know about you, huh?” 

“Oh yeah. Normally when we hang out you're freaking out about something, and then we round up bad guys. Then we eat and sort of talk about nothing, then home.”

He realized that they could have talked about lots of stuff if Wade knew his identity the whole time. 

“Erm, since you know im me - I’m doing an internship right now, I'm working in biophysics and biochemistry. I work at a newspaper selling pictures of Spiderman and various crimes. My Aunt died seven months ago from a drunk driver, and I’m kind of a mess from it still.” Peter felt a sense of relief talking about it. “Gwen died because when I webbed her to stop her falling, the force snapped her neck.” 

His body was twisting up into knots again from the vulnerability of everything. It wasn’t fair to put this on Wade. 

“My mum died of Cancer, and my dad beat the shit out of me till I joined the special forces, and killed a lot of people. Didn't want to kill certain people, got an honorable discharge, and couldn't work. Became a mercenary, killed more people for better money, fell in love. Got super duper deluxe cancer, went to an experimental lab, and got the shit kicked out of me again until my mutation kicked in. Won the girl back, got revenge, then lost the girl on our anniversary because I missed one and she got shot.” 

“I had no idea, Wade - I” Peter whispered. 

“Dude shut up,” Wade said, shoving Peter’s shoulder. “Now that we are officially best friends, let's get you into bed.” 

Peter wanted to resist but also didn't want to be rude. Wade took him into a guest bedroom that was filled to the brim with Golden Girls Merchandise. Wade showed him where the bathroom was and how the shower worked then left him alone with his bag of clothes. 

Peter sat on the edge of the bed for a moment trying to process what the hell had happened. They had been friends, but Peter never actually considered Wade a true friend, not enough to get to know him. Guilt started to bubble up again. Normally Wade just flirted with Peter and told him jokes. Normally if Peter wasn't trying to stop him from killing someone, he was beyond flustered and overwhelmed.

Peter took a quick shower and prayed that he would make it through the night without having a night terror. 

Things started off okay. Until they weren’t. Everyone was suffering just out of his reach. Green Goblin crushed his bones as he struggled to get to them. Gwen’s scream echoed loudly. 

“Peter.” Someone was shaking him. “Fuck.” He was barely conscious as he felt Wade pull him down from something. Once in his arms, he gave Peter another Shake. He tried to open his eyes but his body was operating on nothing again. “Moving you next to me,” Wade mumbled something about sheets. 

He was on his back and he felt Wade move partially over top of him. His arm was across his shoulders and his leg was slotted between Peter’s. Peter didn't understand, but he also didn't care. The weight on him caused his body to stop shaking. 

“Nothing going to get through me to hurt you, baby boy.” Peter felt Wade’s words press into the side of his head. 

A different feeling rose up inside Peter. One he realized he would have to surrender to. 

______Extras_______

Waking up entangled in Wade was strange. He was on his side curled into Wade’s chest. He felt the way his arms cradled him and for a moment he never wanted to be anywhere else. 

“Morning baby boy.” His voice was husky and his hand squeezed the back of Peter’s neck gently. A moan escaped Peter’s mouth and he finally understood why that name caused him so much embarrassment.

“You are the worst sleeper ever,” Wade said in a light tone while running his hands through Peter’s hair. “I had to get you off the ceiling. I thought you were possessed or some shit. Tried to hold you down but you chilled out. Chased me all over the bed.” 

Peter didn't think this is what friends did with each other. So he thought he’d just enjoy whatever this was and see where the lines were. He nuzzled his face into Wade’s neck. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled. Wade smelled good, beyond good. Peter wanted to roll in it, bathe in it. Wade just pulled him closer. 

“S’alright. I enjoyed it. It was nice being the one getting chased this time.” 

Before Peter could react Wade continued. 

Peter was scared. What if something happened to Wade? - Nothing would happen to Wade. 

“I have an empty room. If you want to team up. There's always food, AC and heating. We spend all our free time together anyway.” Wade mumbled. 

“Sometimes the cancer comes back, I’m pretty useless on those days, it would be nice to have someone around ya know.” 

“Like your regenerative power just stops?” There was an edge of panic in his voice. 

“It just slows down sometimes if I  overuse it. Not enough to kill me, trust me.” Wade said and Peter didn't like the thought of him hurting.

“Do friends normally erm -” Peter asked anxiously, he didn't know how to ask the question. 

“Peter, at least give your body a few days before the next crisis,” Wade said his hold on Peter tightening slightly. 

“Who said it was a crisis?” Peter wasn't sure what the hell came over him. This was when he realized that his face was pressed into Wade's neck. An obvious distinction between where the collar of his T-shirt was and where the skin of his neck was. 

 Peter finally opened his eyes and pulled away, resisting Wade’s attempt to keep him in place, and looked up. Wade’s face was beyond scared. His body was covered in hypertrophic scarring. There was no beginning or end. But his eyes were what gutted Peter. 

He’d been dodging Wade’s flirting for years on the premise of never letting another person close enough to hurt them, well, and not knowing what the hell to do about it. Wade provided something that was so special, so hard to find. He genuinely made Peter feel safe. His Spider senses flat-out didn't work on Wade. No matter how awful the things he had done, he always wanted to be good enough to work with Peter. 

“Do you often kidnap ballerinas and haul them up to your apartment?” 

“What? Oh, no. Well, she needed help, Peter. I couldn't just leave her here selling alien weapons to the criminals of New York. She just needed some cash to get home to her galaxy.” Wade shrugged. 

“That would be a deal breaker for me,” Peter said with a smile. He watched Wade’s face contort into a look of confusion in real life. No mask. 

“What kind of deal are we making?” Wade asked seriously. 

“What kind of deal do-” Peter was 85% sure they were flirting, or at least that he was trying to flirt.

“No, don’t do that.” Wade said firmly. 

Wade pulled him in against his chest again and he was happy they didn't have to talk it out right now. Peter just wanted to rest. 

“I like this” He wiggled his body. “But friends dont exactly do this. Or at least feel this way when they do it.” He bit his lip. “I havent really got further than that.” 

[toxicjayhoo]

Spideypool Valentine’s day Cards based on lines from my fic Get out Alive : Against all Odds 1/14

Masterlist here

[pleasetakethis]

Free Fall

Title: Free Fall  By: @pleasetakethis / rearranged For: @stevetonyedits  Rating: E Warnings: None Words: 10.5k Tags: Online Dating, Identity Reveal, Peter B. Parker Needs a Hug (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse), Mildly Dubious Consent, Light Angst, Kissing, Rimming, Oral Sex, Intercrural Sex, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Getting Together

Summary:

Peter B. Parker was finally ready to enter the world of online dating. He set up his profile, started swiping, and ran across the profile for none other than Deadpool, aka Wade Wilson, aka the reason Peter discovered he was bisexual. Deadpool didn't know his identity and Peter figured there was no harm in swiping right...

And then they matched.

Written for the 2022 @spideypoolficexchange ! It was partially posted on the 5th and though complete, I struggled with figuring out my chapter breaks. Today I decided that ten days was enough and I’m leaving it as a one shot. Posted the rest so it’s up and complete!!

[gracieparkerr]

new chapter AGAIN

last chapter peter got into some hot water, so im giving him a break and he gets to bake cookies w his family <3

Peter looked back up to Wade, who was eating his pancakes and watching him curiously. “Uh, actually he’s right in front of me. I’ll ask him. Erm– Wade, do you want to go to May’s and bake cookies?”

Wade’s face lit up and he shouted exuberantly: “Abso-lutely? May, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

[filthyfragments]

does anyone want a dark Gorey spideypool fic or am I just projecting my bad mood onto them?

[rhcpjfmymind]

Come a Little Bit Closer

There's cash in front of him. A briefcase full of it, to be more precise. There are also documents strewn over the table, containing all the proof needed to make it easier for Deadpool to accept the contract. There's also a photograph and a name: Peter Parker.

Or: Deadpool's hired to kill Peter Parker, former CEO of the now bankrupt Parker Industries, and Wade decides he better ask his trusted superhero crush Spider-Man—and Parker's former bodyguard—if his ex-boss really deserves a katana to the chest.

Things are much more complicated than that.

Come a Little Bit Closer on AO3

[ungrateful-sneeze]

Love how spideypool is canon in so many universes,

Even the one where they r both actors playing the roles of Spider-Man and Deadpool.

Ryan Reynolds and Andrew Garfield’s kiss is my Roman Empire

[ezrandj]

"Blush" A Spideypool One Shot/ Sensual First Kiss

Hi everyone. I wrote a fluffy, hot first-kiss for a pair I've shipped for a long time.

Rating: PG-13

Relationship: Wade x Peter

Word count:  1570

[Set in Peter's apartment, a couple days after Peter's identity reveal to Wade]

“It really is nice to actually see what you look like. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always thought your mask was pretty adorable, but it’s nice to be able to look at you,” Wade smiled softly, drinking in the sight of Peter’s face. They stood beside each other, both slightly leaning on the smooth marble counter of Peter’s kitchen island. “You’re so handsome”, Wade said with adoration.

“Thank you,” Peter replied with a small smile. He turned his face away from Wade, slightly embarrassed by the blush he could feel creeping up on his cheeks and nose. He tried to think of something witty or funny to say, but it was difficult when he was flustered.

“I used to be handsome too”, Wade said absentmindedly, looking at the cup in his hand. He caught his reflection on the surface of the water. He was quiet for a moment, thinking about his heavily scarred skin. “I miss having normal skin… a normal face…” he said with a somber tone. “Normal life’s a lot harder when you’re this ugly,” he said with a small shrug and a soft laugh, hoping to sound a bit lighter than he felt.

“You’re not ugly, Wade,” Peter said softly, looking at the man before him, empathy audible in his voice. Peter’s face held a touch of sorrow that weighed on his brows. “You’re handsome too”, he said earnestly, his eyes on Wade. “Your face, your voice, your body…” Peter paused, feeling blush creep up on him again, but he was determined to finish his thought. He continued. “... the confident way you flirt: it’s all very sexy.” Peter finished. His heart began to race as he felt shyness grab at his throat. He had surprised himself with the descriptors he chose. It was like the words had left him before he could really think about them. When had he decided Wade was sexy? Had he always felt that way?

Just as Peter had surprised himself with his compliment, Wade was surprised too.

“Really?” Wade asked, a pleasant warmth grabbing at his heart. He felt the urge to smile, but he fought it. He didn’t want to look like an excited teenager whose crush had just made a move, even though that was how he felt.

“I um… I mean yeah”, a flustered Peter started to say, stumbling over his words. “You’re a good-looking guy”, he stated, trying desperately to sound casual, and failing miserably.

Wade smiled. “Well thank you. Nobody’s called me ‘sexy’ in a hot minute. They usually opt for ‘disgusting’. It’s reassuring to hear I’ve still got it.” Wade smiled to himself. He straightened up in his chair, sitting taller. “I don’t know why I’m surprised to hear you say that. I should’ve known you’d fall victim to my irresistible charm and insane muscles”, Wade teased, flashing a smirk Peter’s way.

“Oh please,” Peter laughed. “This is exactly why I don’t tell you nice things,” he said, rolling his eyes.

Wade smiled. He sat the glass cup he held on the counter before him. He leaned a little closer to Peter, ever so slightly. “Y’know, on the off chance you’re not aware, I find you very sexy too”, he said, something changing in his eyes.

Peter felt a tingle on the back of his neck. There was a heat in those words that shifted the energy between them. Suddenly more conscious of the space between them, or the lack thereof, Peter could feel his heart beat faster. His eyes were fixed on Wade’s. It almost felt like he couldn’t look away if he wanted to. There was something magnetic about them right then.

“I’d say you’ve made me aware a few times… to say the least”, Peter replied playfully.

That made Wade laugh. Wade knew he hadn’t ever been subtle about his attraction to Spidey. He flirted with him almost every time they were together. “Well”, Wade began. He leaned in a little closer to Peter, allowing him to feel his warmth. He noticed a touch of soft pink starting to flush Peter’s cheeks, making him cuter than he already was. He looked at Peter’s lips as he spoke. “Do you know how badly I want that mouth on mine?” He said, in the most sultry and soft voice Peter had ever heard him use.

Peter felt sensual excitement stir in his body. There was something so enticing about the man in front of him right now The way Wade wanted him... The way he desired him… It wasn’t just alluring; it was almost intoxicating.

“Show me”, Peter commanded in a soft voice, as he let his eyes wander to Wade’s lips.

Peter felt something akin to electricity as Wade closed the space between them, and pressed his lips to Peter’s. Wade’s soft lips gifted Peter a dominating, passionate kiss. With a racing heart, Peter kissed Wade back, craving Wade’s mouth on his, like it was the last wonderful thing in the world.

Wade’s right hand rose to hold the back of Peter’s head gently. His fingers ran through lush brown curls and Peter let out a soft moan at the touch. Wade’s left hand also craved Peter and rose to touch Peter’s chest. His palm rested on Peter’s sinfully firm pec. The gesture was romantic and gentle. It quieted Peter’s mind and quickened his heart.

Peter’s arms lifted to hold Wade’s waist. Then, to Wade’s surprise (and delight) Peter’s mouth opened slightly, signaling Wade to open his. Sure enough, Peter’s tongue met Wade’s. Peter’s hot, wet mouth felt like heaven. Desire wrapped itself around Wade and almost took his breath away. Having Peter’s delicious body pressed against him, kissing him like this… it felt like a dream.

Peter felt incredibly light. There was a freedom to his action that he didn’t know he was capable of. In Wade's strong arms, he felt like a soft feather, that could float away if not for Wade’s presence pulling him in like a new center of gravity. He kissed Wade with reckless abandon, falling deeper with every moment.

Wade’s hand left Peter’s chest to move upward, wanting to caress Peter’s neck. His thumb felt the edge of Peter’s sharp jawline, and he tried to commit the sensation to memory. He wished he could capture every detail of this moment, and keep it forever, like a ship in a bottle.

Wade’s touch was so loving, it almost gave Peter butterflies. He had never expected Wade to be so gentle and soft in a moment of passion. He decided he wanted to stir the same swooning, romantic feeling in Wade. With their lips still locked, Peter copied Wade’s motion, sliding his hands up Wade’s body, to meet his jaw and the back of his neck.

With Peter’s hands moving over Wade’s textured skin beneath his suit, Wade pulled his mouth away for a moment. This was the first break in the kiss since they had started. Wade leaned away slightly.

The action took Peter by surprise. He felt anxiety attempting to bloom in his chest. He wondered what had changed.

It was then he realized that Wade was likely feeling self-conscious about his scarred body, and how it felt to Peter.

“Can I touch you like this?” he asked Wade, reaching his hand to his cheek tentatively, illustrating what he wanted, but waiting for permission.

“If you want to”, Wade replied, wanting to believe that Peter wouldn’t be repulsed by his skin’s rough texture.

“I want to, Wade,” Peter replied without a second thought. He placed a soft kiss on Wade’s lips. “I want to feel every inch of you” he added, lust and longing equal in his voice.

With that, he pulled Wade in with a strength that might’ve startled Wade, if it wasn’t so arousing. Peter’s hands softly held Wade’s face as he kissed him, first on his mouth, then his cheek, and down his neck. Peter couldn’t resist the urge to lick and bite, so he didn’t. His tongue glided over Wade’s skin.

Wade couldn’t believe the pleasure he felt. It was ecstasy being touched like this by Peter.

Peter pulled away with a shaky breath.

‘Fuck’ Wade thought to himself as dread crept into his mind. This was the part where Peter would draw back from Wade’s disturbing, undesirable body. Peter wouldn’t say it. He was too polite… too kind… but this was the last time he would be held like that by him. He was sure of it.

Peter’s eyes, lustful, beautiful, and dark, looked into Wade’s.

“Wade, do you want to come into my bedroom with me?” He asked, his voice breathy.

“I’m sorry, what?” Wade asked, sure he hadn’t heard him right.

Peter pressed a loving kiss on Wade’s cheek, then leaned forward, his mouth close, to whisper in his ear. “Do you want to come to bed with me?” Peter whispered with a soft smile, his voice effortlessly seductive.

“See, that’s what I thought you asked, but it seemed way too good to be true,” Wade responded genuinely, making Peter laugh.

“Is that a ‘yes’?” Peter asked, reaching for Wade’s waist to hold him closer.

“It’s a ‘yes’. ‘Yes’ times a thousand. ‘Yes’ in every language”, Wade smiled.

With that, Peter took a few leading steps toward the bedroom before reaching out his hand for Wade to take.

Holding his hand, Peter led them to the bedroom and closed the door.

Author’s Note: Thank for giving my little fic a chance and I hope you enjoyed  it. Thank you for every note. I did some spellchecking and small edits on 10/01/2022, so if you came back to this, and noticed a change, that’s why. And also, omg you came back?? That’s amazing and I love you 

[bergamot-the-earl-of-grey]

lil reminder Chapter 3 is up!! here’s a look :

He steps into the elevator and his heart stops. It doesn’t stop completely but it feels like it for a millisecond. This could be something he might be worried about if it weren’t for the more pressing fact that he is choking on his sandwich because right there in the elevator, standing to the side and hidden from view until Peter stepped on, is Deadpool.

“Are you ok?” Deadpool’s head turns in puzzlement.

Peter bangs on his chest and manages to get the sandwich down. He turns to see the elevator doors behind him closing, trapping him with the man that he is currently trying to figure out the kill count of. He looks… calm enough at the moment. Not particularly murder-y, thankfully. Peter tries to look as not-suspicious as he can and shuffles to the side of the suddenly small metal box, facing the door and preparing for the longest elevator ride of his life.

[impossibly-cold-collector]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool (Comics), Marvel Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Deadpool/Spider-man Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Spider-Man, Deadpool Additional Tags: Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Still Have Powers, Canon-Typical Violence, Self-Mutilation, Past Child Abuse, Mental Health Issues, Ableism, Minor Character Death, Age Difference, Podfic Available, Translation Available, 中文翻译 | Translation in Chinese, Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian, Translation in Vietnamese Summary:

In a world where the first words your soulmate will say to you appear on your left wrist at your tenth birthday, Peter gets the short end of the stick.

[timidturnip]

But You’re Mine

Guess what’s finally finished? I can’t believe this day is here either. 

But You're Mine by TimidTurnip [Spideypool | E | 75k]

Peter doesn’t understand what he keeps doing wrong, how he could yet again find himself dumped. Wade’s tired of watching Spidey go after the wrong person and isn’t going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers. So he proposes that he knows just what is missing in Peter’s life, himself.  Or how Peter finds out just how satisfying it is to submit.

[toxicjayhoo]

Get out Alive : Against all Odds Masterlist

Spider-man x Deadpool

Summary :

When multiple victims keep ending up in the hospital under the influence of a new drug, not remembering anything they had done the night prior, Spider-man teams up with Deadpool (unwillingly, of course) in an attempt to put a stop to such a mysterious case before it's too late.

Main tags :

Explicit Sexual Content, Slow Burn, Age Difference, Peter is 21, Pet Names, Canon Divergence, Lots of mentions of drugs, Solving a drug related case, Wade is Sane but not really, Tacos because obviously, No boxes, POV Alternating, Canon-Typical Violence, Porn With Plot, Wade has values, Protective Wade Wilson, Insecure Wade, pop culture references, Lots of Tenacious D references, Size Difference, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Accidental Identity Reveal, Falling In Love, Crack Treated Seriously, Phone Sex, Masturbation, lowkey voyeur vibes on Wade's part

Chapter index links to AO3 (current word count 48k) :

🕷Chapter 1: Your sauce will mix with mine and we’ll make a good Goulash, baby

🌮Chapter 2: Cause he who is sleazy is easy to pleasy.

🌯Chapter 3: And if you're a crony, then suck on my boney

🔪Chapter 4: Shooting my juice right in your kaboose

📞Chapter 5: And then I'm gonna love you completely

🧇Chapter 6: You like da- wait slow down- I’m gonna spurt.

🕸Chapter 7: The mission is clear, we're going over there - DIVE INTO THE BUSHES