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“Wade,” Spidey said flatly, seeing him scroll through an exorbitant amount of Spiderman thirst edits.
“Just wait, it’s such a funny video.” Deadpool continued to scroll through his saved posts, thumbnail after thumbnail of Spiderman’s ass or him flying through the air flashed along the screen. Peter could feel the blush in his mask, unsealing the bottom so some of the heat could escape but not enough that Wade could see his red face.
They sat on the floor of an alleyway waiting for Deadpool’s leg to grow back. This was becoming increasingly common as it happened every week if not several times per. Pool used to insist Spidey take off leaving him to heal on his own, which never worked, so he didn’t bother asking anymore. He now simply sat down, placed a small rag from his pant’s pocket for Spidey to sit on, and pulled out his phone to show Spidey something funny or to order food to pick up for after his limb(s) grow back.
They've known each other for years, close patrolling partners for close to a year, and yet Peter was still not used to Wade's habit of chopping off his limbs and growing new ones. ‘Doesn’t it hurt’ Spidey asked one time, getting a gruff response of ‘everytime’ and a fake puff of a cigar. Pool looked completely unaffected other than an occasional wince when the growing pains spiked.
Spiderman's eyes traveled back and forth between his own thirst traps and the baby foot poking out from his torn pant leg. He wasn’t sure which was worse. The edits weren’t even good, half of them had terrible editing with a cringey song in the background describing the world’s sloppiest sex.
Pool finally got to the video, leaning into Spidey to show him it. He felt his heart race at the increased contact, barely paying attention to the video. It didn’t matter anyway because Wade played it 5 times in a row, laughing hysterically each time. The contagious laughter got to Peter, laughing and clenching his abs as Wade played the video one more time. He stayed leaned in and scrolled to the next video. Loud moaning echoed as he played a purposefully poorly edited video of Spiderman getting railed by Venom.
“Wade, please,” Spidey begged, hiding his masked face in his hands.
“Nothing to be ashamed about Webs. Us monster fuckers need to stick together.” He scrolled to the next, Peter daring to look through his fingers. It was a video of his abs poking through his ripped suit then a girl slamming a credit card and cash onto the counter. “And I get them for free,” Wade teased, twisting his arm awkwardly to tap at Peter’s abs. His stomach clenched, a tight string of desire yanked through him.
“Shut up,” he groaned, hiding his arousal pretty successfully considering he’s done it for months now. Wade’s gloved hand settled on his thigh, giving it a comforting clench before scrolling to the next. Peter was tortured with a few more, Wade singing along to them in a pornstar moan.
“God, they wouldn’t make these if they knew what I looked like.”
“Seriously?” Wade leaned back looking at Spidey. “You’re gonna say that in front of me with this butterface?”
“I’m sure there’s a thousand thirst traps of you running around in your suit.”
“Nope,” Wade popped. He pulled up the search bar and typed in his name. There were videos, mostly of him tagged in the background of Spiderman’s shots. But not a single fan edit, thirst edit, nothing.
How? Peter couldn’t fathom it. Wade was so attractive. He could understand others’ hesitation towards his skin but in his suit with none of it visible?? His stature alone made Pete weak in the knees, in fact, the first few missions every time Wade did something cool Peter ended up getting clobbered because he wasn’t paying attention to the enemy. He towered over Peter who was only 5’8 and was nearly double his shoulder width. He had the charisma, the charm, the voice…. Good Lord his voice. He could cum from Deadpool’s voice alone, especially when he lowered it, the gruff noise rolling through and reverberating in Peter’s body. He called Pool in the middle of the night once and was so turned on by his voice he jerked off while on the phone with him and finished the second he hung up.
Peter had only seen his face once and it was by accident. A villain lobbed off his head and ripped the mask off in the process. Seeing his face for the first time while it was detached from the rest of the body was not how Peter planned for it to happen. They didn’t talk about it, he knew Wade didn’t want to. Considering how raunchy and confident he was, Peter didn’t expect him to be so insecure about his skin. It took months for him to even see the bottom half of his face while they ate and even longer until he could see DP relaxed while doing so.
Peter had yet to show him his or reveal his identity. He wanted to but it was never the right time and he didn’t want it to be a big deal or he might just confess right there in the moment how in love he was with Wade Wilson.
After a healed leg and ordered takeout from the local Mexican restaurant Peter went home and settled into bed but couldn’t stop thinking about their conversation. Wade deserved to know that people found him attractive, and that his skin wasn’t his only defining trait. He made a fake account and googled images of Deadpool, finding some good ones along the sea of trash and did his best to copy the ones he saw earlier, secretly cringing at himself how terrible and corny the edits were. He posted a few then came up with a system that made it not look too suspicious and posted irregularly; sometimes every few hours then waiting a day or so to post again.
It surprisingly caught well. It wasn't an instant hit but got a few thousand followers over the weeks Peter maintained it in secret. A few other accounts were made, mostly stealing Peter’s edits but a few of their own as well.
“Look at this!” Peter leaned over to Wade who flashed him his phone, showing him the edit he had made himself just an hour prior. “Who would come up with this,” he asked laughing, watching himself flash across the screen over the worst sound Peter could find. “Where did they even find these photos?”
“Oh man, who knows? They have drones and crazy technology nowadays. You saw that Daily Bugle picture of me last week, right?” That photo was taken by yours truly in order to afford the pizza he picked up for the both of them and the rest of his rent.
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“This was a bad idea.” Peter sat in his room going through all his photos of Deadpool, mixing in his own shots to try and make the best edit. He was actually trying, which was the sad part. Wade just made fun of them but he spent way too much time trying to make them perfect and get the timing just right. He even bought editing software! The bad idea came when he tried lacing Deadpool’s voice over the edit and it went a little too well. He now was horny and still had homework to finish from Uni, a book to read, and a suit to patch. He sighed and looked at the clock. 930pm. He had time.
He snuggled into the bed, burying his embarrassment, and played the audio over.
“Careful baby, you almost got me there!” Peter groaned, shuffling in the bed and wrapping his hand around himself, his thumb pressing over the slit.
“Careful baby, you almost got me there!” He closed his eyes imagining Wade looming over him, his hands pinned over his head, and Wade’s tongue pressed to him. Anywhere and everywhere.
“Careful baby, you almost got me there!” He moaned, arching his back and pressing his head into the pillows. His other hand circled a nipple before falling down and pressing at his entrance. Wade spread his legs open, licking the head of his cock before licking a stripe down his balls and to his hole. Peter used his precum to lube his fingers and pressed to where he imagined Wade’s tongue to be. He inserted his fingers, groaning to the painful pleasure. “What a good baby boy,” his voice cooed. “You’re taking my fingers so well.” He pushed it to the spot he knew he liked, flinching to the sudden pressure. “You liked that, didn't you baby.” He rubbed along his prostate, his hand speeding up around his dick, slick with precum and his own spit.
“There,” Peter panted. “There, yes, ye-” His voice caught in his throat, his cock spilling over his hand.
“Careful baby, you almost got me there!”
“I’m so pathetic.”
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He was determined. He did research, looked at examples, sampled different audio, he was going to make the best thirst trap Wade had ever seen. He was too deep into it now to see how ridiculous he was acting. It was a normal Tuesday for him now, scouring the internet to make a fucking thirst edit of his crush. He only had pockets of enlightenment where he was extremely embarrassed but then Wade would comment on his appearance or how ridiculous the edits were and the fire would relight under Peter’s ass.
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“Maximum Effort!” Peter edited the audio into a generic thirst trap song, angling the photo right so his ass looked like how Peter sees it nearly every day on patrol. Already half hard Peter added some finishing stickers and text, a hand snaking into his sweats as he replayed the video again.
“Maximum effort!” He relaxed back into the bed, jerking off lazily. His dick was nearly melted these days making the thirst traps. He was fine until he started adding audio, then his stomach would turn and his imagination would run away from him.
“Cumming all by yourself handsome?” Peter’s head jerked to his closet where Deadpool stood, his arms crossed like a disappointed parent. He felt his face turn red hot, his ears burning.
“Oh my god,” he mumbled, not able to think of anything else.
“‘Oh my god’ is right. Whatcha doing over there?” Peter tucked his legs up, unable to stop the orgasm that released just from him speaking. He jerked and poorly held in a groan, his face going even redder with humiliation. “What? No ‘there there, yes’” he moaned, copying Peter. “That’s usually what you do when you cum.”
“Wha- how- uh.” Peter couldn’t think straight, his brain lagging from all the embarrassment.
“You’re lucky you’re cute. I’ve been watching you for a while now, usually, I kill them first, ask questions second, but you were just too cute to kill.” Peter watched, unable to move, as Wade sauntered across his room and sat next to him on the bed.
Fuck his stupid Spidey sense not picking up on Deadpool anymore! He used to be able to pick on him from two buildings over easily, but now Deadpool snuck up on him all the time if he wasn’t listening specifically for him.
He grabbed Pete's jaw, shifting his face side-to-side. “I mean, just look at this little face and your gorgeous curls, it would be a crime to kill something this cute….. Well, not that I'm against that type of thing.” Peter looked at him dumbly, his mind now trying to come up with a way that this is just a nightmare. “Crime that is,” Wade clarified as if that was what Peter was confused about. Several moments passed where Peter did nothing but stare at Deadpool as his brain finally went through the stages of grief and he could process input again.
“Why are you here?”
“Right, well I saw these photos of me from this account, but when I reverse-searched them no photos popped up. You know what that means.”
“They were originals.”
“Oh, good boy, aren't you a smarty!” Wade booped his nose with his gloved finger. “So then I thought, if you are taking photos of me, especially without my knowledge, that’s pretty impressive. But why go to all the trouble?” His tone got serious, his eyes narrowing within the mask. His gun was pointed at Peter in an instant.
“Woah!” His hands shot up and he pushed himself further against the wall his bed was pressed against. “Listen, it’s nothing like that. I just… I just thought you were cool and handsome and no one else seemed to. I wanted to make videos about you but there are no good photos of you on the internet.”
“Say that’s true,” Wade muses, his gun steadily pointed at Peter’s face. “You’re the same person who takes photos of Spidey. That’s not enough of a coincidence to tell me this is just a morbid fascination with your friendly neighborhood mercenary.”
“Spiderman lets me take photos of him,” Peter lied, trying to find himself a way out of the situation that had turned from embarrassing to terrifying. “I’m just a poor college student, he caught me taking photos one time but didn't want me to get in danger so every so often he poses for me instead so I can pay my rent. And that’s when I saw you.”
“Hmm.” His gun went slack in his hand. “I know, I did a background search on you. Plus I've gone through this shit hole you call an apartment every day this week.”
“Oh my gosh,” Peter whined, burying his face in his hands, the fear turning back into embarrassment. “How many times did you see?”
“What, you tickling the ol’ pickled pepper?” Peter nodded his head while still buried in his hands. “Every time. You seem to really like my voice. Moaning and whining while you replay my voice audio.” Peter groaned with embarrassment.
“Kill me please, I’ll never recover, I am so embarrassed.” He pushed his head into his lap, wrapping his arms around his head in an attempt to hide himself.
“If you knew what I looked like underneath you’d be embarrassed you ever found my voice hot.” Peter picked his head up, peeking from behind his knees.
“That’s not true, I’ve seen your face.”
“Have you now?”
“Yeah.” Peter didn’t elaborate. Without warning Wade pulled his mask off.
“Still like it?”
“Yeah,” Peter mumbled, soaking in his face. His eyes sparkled but held a menacing gaze that lit Pete’s insides. He lifted his hand up not thinking, Wade grabbing it at the wrist.
“You had that on your dick seconds ago, you’re not touching my face with it.”
“Right,” Peter replied awkwardly, pulling his hand back down. Wade’s eyes flicked to Peter’s lips, then to between his legs and back up.
“You’re hard again already?” Peter looked down and saw the tip poking out from between the blanket. He shuffled quickly, pulling up his sweats that were around his ankles and covering himself with the blanket.
“Sorry.” They both sat in silence, both waiting for something to happen. “Um, what now?”
“Want me to help you finish?” Peter blinked.
“Yes.” WAIT WAIT, I MEANT TO SAY NO . Wade grinned and leaned forward to pull the blanket away. Lips were on his and a hand was pushed under his sweats before he could utter another word. His brain melted, his body giving out beneath Pool. He grabbed Peter's hands, pushing them up against the wall, his fingers digging into his wrists where his spinnerets were. He moaned and weakly tried to move his wrists. His spinnerets were always sensitive, especially when others touched them. As if Wade knew he took his thumb and milked the center of his wrist. He gasped and bucked his hips, the splattering of a web hitting the ceiling silencing the room. Wade’s eyes looked up to the white substance on the ceiling then back to Peter with a raised eyebrow.
“Baby boy,” he groaned, connecting their lips again. The pressure on his wrists was too much for his shitty furniture, his bed pushed from the wall, Wade and him nearly toppling over. He shot a web to the ceiling, holding Wade and him both up with the single web. “Perfect,” Pool grinned, sliding down his body and pulling down his pants. His hips barely rested on the edge of the bed. Wade kneeled between his spread legs, soaking up Peter’s appearance. “Smile.” Peter looked up through his half-lidded eyes to see the flash of Wade’s phone go off.
“Wade.”
“Don’t worry petey-pie, this is for my eyes only.” The flash went off again, Peter’s cock throbbing at this point, his hands bound by nothing but his own volition.
“Wade, please,” Peter begged, trying to arch his back against nothing.
“Ohh,” Wade groaned, his phone making the video noise. “Say that again Baby boy.”
“Please, Wade, just touch me,” Peter whined. He dropped the phone, his head buried between Peter’s legs. His hands pushed Peter’s legs up, his tongue licking at his hole. His body was nearly off the bed, he shot another web up, each hand now occupied with holding himself up.
He came immediately and without warning to himself and his poor partner that choked with the initial release. Peter was crying, whining, making every noise under the sun as Deadpool continued his ministrations. He let the drool-mixed cum leak from his mouth down the shaft, balls, and over his hole. Fingers prodded the entrance, using the substance as lube. His legs attempted to clamp shut from the overstimulation but Wade easily held them open, a bruise that would likely last until the next day forming from his fingertips.
“Your gloves,” Peter panted. “Take them off.” Wade did what he said immediately, pulling the gloves off and tossing them aside. “And your suit.” Wade did look at him for this request, his fingers still prodding at his hole but with less vigor than before. “Come on, show me the man that’s gonna fuck me.” Wade let out a deep groan, Pete’s cock bouncing with excitement.
“Baby boy, you’re gonna give me a heart attack at this point.” He sat up, slipping his fingers out and using them to pull off his shirt and unbuckle his pants. “I’m clean, healing factor and all.”
“Yeah, fuck me raw,” Peter whined, picking up on what Wade was trying to ask. He let out that low groan again, Peter’s insides melting. He pressed the head to Peter’s entrance pushing so slow Peter was starting to lose it. The head popped in and Peter cried, his grip slipping on the webs.
“There it is, you’re taking it so well Petey.” Peter cried, unable to think of anything but Wade’s cock and his deep voice. “There you go, baby boy, you got it. That’s it.” He bottomed out, his hips hitting Peter’s. His hands held onto Peter’s hips tight, pressing them even tighter together. “Ready?” Peter nodded while practically sobbing. His arms were so sore, his shoulders hurt when they were being pulled at the socket for holding on for so long. Wade pulled out and slammed forward, Peter's head hitting the wall with a thud. Wade pushed in again and again as Peter got a headache from where his head repeatedly hit the wall. He was relentless, pushing in and pulling out so fast that Peter couldn’t possibly keep up.
His grip slipped, his body falling into the canyon between the bed and the wall. Wade gripped his hips hard, his finger digging into the top of his ass and kept going. His neck was bent weirdly against the floor making it difficult to breathe and all the blood was rushing to his head. He held out a hand, Wade grabbing it and pulling him up so he was riding Wade. He leaned down to kiss him, Wade continuing to thrust up into him. He cried at the new angle and how deep Wade’s cock was reaching. He twisted, placing Peter on the bed and slamming into him in good ol’ fashioned missionary.
“You like that Baby boy, you like my thick dick slamming into you.” Peter clawed at his back, loosely wrapping his legs around his hips.”You feel so fucking good. Fuck.” Peter could feel the bed moving below him, the rhythmic scratch as the bed slid across his room. “Beg me to cum in you, tell me how much you want it.”
“Wade, cum in me please. Fuck it into me. Fill me up until I choke on it.” Wade buried his face into Peter’s neck, panting and groaning with every thrust.
“Want me to get you pregnant?” Peter’s cock rubbed between their bodies, leaking precum with every movement.
“Get me pregnant Daddy. Cum inside me, give it to me, please. Come on Daddy.”
“I’m gonna fill you full of my cum, spidey. I’m gonna get you pregnant with little spider babies.”
“Jesus,” Peter whined, half from the pleasure, and half from whatever nonsense Wade was saying.
“You gonna take my web fluid?”
“Ugh, don’t say that.” Pool groaned, burying his face against Peter’s neck, shaking and jerking from the pleasure. Peter felt every spurt of Wade filling him, his hips lazily pushing it further into his ass. He lifted his head, licking into Peter’s mouth.
“On your stomach.” He pulled out and Peter rolled onto his stomach, Wade settling over his thighs and pressing his hard cock against the crease where his thighs met his ass. He pushed it in again, Peter crying out into the bed sheets.
“You’re already hard again?!” Peter cried into the sheets, his cock rubbing against the bed.
“Healing factor means unlimited boners.” The sounds echoed throughout Peter’s shitty apartment. “I’ll be fast.” Peter whined, his prostate getting abused.
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“There, there, yes.” Peter came against the bedding, his hole milking Wade for anything he had left. “Wade,” he moaned, the name on repeated mantra for the last few minutes.
“Fuck, take it, take my cum.” He felt Wade’s cock jerk, cumming inside him. “Stay still, I need to document this to make sure it’s real.” He picked up the phone that was still somehow recording from earlier, the flash enlightening Peter’s entire backside. He felt a thumb prod at his ass cheek, showing how wrecked asshole full of cum to the camera. He lifted his knee up showing it off more. Wade let out a groan. Peter could feel it leaking out of him and spreading over his balls.
“Fuck Petey. You’re so gorgeous.” Wade's large hand smeared the cum across his skin, rubbing it in as if it were lotion. “Fuck, look at you behaving so well,” he cooed. Wade licked a stipe up his ass, Peter twitching with overstimulation.
“Wade,” he whined, burying his face in the sheets. Wade collapsed on top of him, planting lazy kisses across his nape and shoulders.
“Spidey, don’t pinch me, I don’t want to wake up.” Peter chuckled, twisting so he faced Wade, wrapped up in his arms.
“Not a dream,” he smiled, connecting their lips. The kiss was sloppy, lazy, all the things Peter wanted even if he didn't know that’s what he wanted. Wade rubbed his hard dick along Peter’s hip who laughed.
“I can’t not again.”
“I know,” Wade murmured, nosing at his cheek then nipping at his chin. “Lend me your hand.” He grabbed Peter’s hand wrapping his own over Peter’s and wrapping them both around his cock. “Just talk to me.” He started at a fast pace, whining into Peter’s neck.
“About what?” Peter squawked, embarrassed about what Wade was asking him to do.
“Anything, the fucking weather if you wanted.” Peter could feel the scarred grooves of his cock with every thrust.
“Um, okay. Uh, I went to that burrito shack you recommended.”
“Yeah?” Wade said breathlessly.
“It was good,” he said casually, as if his hand wasn’t being used as a fleshlight. “It was juicy, I was making a mess everywhere.” Wade whined, his tongue nonchalantly collecting the sweat from Peter’s neck. “It was dripping down my arms, overflowing from my mouth down my chin.” Wade gasped, a thick fluid covering Peter’s hand and body but Wade didn’t stop, he kept beating at an unrealistically fast pace. “It filled me up so much I could barely walk.”
“Yeah?” Wade moaned. “Were your pants a little tight after?”
“Uh huh. I called you right after I swallowed the last of it but you didn’t answer, you were on a job.”
“Dumbest thing I’ve ever done,” Wade groaned. Peter could tell he was close but what the actual fuck was he supposed to say?
“You gonna cum for me?” Wade choked, his hips stuttering into Peter’s hand as cum unloaded onto him.
“Fuck Petey.” Wade leaned up and kissed him smearing his dirty hands into Peter’s hair. “I’m not letting you leave for days, I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”
“I’ve got nothing better going on,” Peter replied, crawling on top of Wade.
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“What do you think about the rise in popularity, Deadpool? Specifically with the female fans!” A reporter yelled, pointing a camera at Deadpool after containing another villain.
“Unexpected,” Pool answered honestly.
“Fan edits of you have been trending over the last few weeks, any comment?!” Wade smirked under his mask.
“My boyfriend loves them, don’t you baby boy?” He grabbed Peter from a report he was giving to an officer, pulling him into a masked kiss, his hands pulling at Peter’s ass.
“Pool!” Peter chastised, smacking his chest and his eyes focusing on the camera. He shot a glare at Wade who giggled, copping another feel.
“Spiderman! Any comment on Deadpool’s fan edits! Are you jealous?” Peter scoffed.
“Jealous? I can’t get a second alone without this one harassing me.” He pointed a thumb at Deadpool who held out a finger heart sign. “But I do quite like the edits, finally my man is getting the recognition he deserves.” Wade gushed, wrapping his hands around Spidey who pushed him off.
“Not on camera,” he whispered.
“You had no problem with it last night,” Wade whispered lewdly. “I filmed it from all sorts of angles too.”
“Shut it or the only angle the camera is going to see is inside your ass after I shove it in there.”
“Promise?” Peter sighed, putting a gloved hand over the camera and giving Wade another masked kiss.
“Behave.” Wade nodded and Peter went back to the report he needed to finish giving.
“I love him,” Wade sighed dreamily.
The next day the number 1 trending was edits of Spiderman x Deadpool.