#spideypool tickle

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The Merc's Instant Death By Gang Tickling

Shared this on Deviantart the other day. I don't usually write other people's characters like this, but seeing as the community is here, why not? Originally a gift for @lovemybluebully

Contains MMMM/M tickle torture (and swearing).

Note: Some SPOILERS for Spider-Man: No Way Home & Deadpool and Wolverine. This is your official warning.

“Logan? Al? Anyone home?” Deadpool called out in greeting as he let himself into the apartment, still dressed in full costume. “Ugh! What a day. First, I had to try three different stores before someone had the kibble Dogpool likes-”

“We’ve got company.” Logan interrupted from where he leaned casually against a desk.

Deadpool paused in the doorway and looked up to see three figures watching him expectantly from the den of their small apartment. The place felt cramped on a good day, but with three Spider-mans and a Logan all collectively waiting for him, the place felt downright claustrophobic. Deadpool hesitated there on the threshold, before entering and shutting the door behind him.

“Webhead…s!” He called cheerily, putting on his best casual voice. “It’s so cool to finally meet you, mask-to-mask. Actually, I’ve been looking for-”

“We know.” One of the Spider-mans said bluntly. Deadpool couldn’t tell them apart. They were all in full costume like him.

“Right! Yeah!”

“When word gets around that a deadly mercenary is after one of us, we notice.” Another Spidey spoke up.

“What? No, no! It’s not like that!” Deadpool protested. It was then that he happened to look up and froze. He was grateful the mask kept everyone from seeing the way he turned deathly pale. Even so, Logan seemed to notice the change in him and straightened so they were standing next to each other.

Deadpool whirled, throwing open the door, “I just remembered I have a fight scheduled with that new Iron-Doom-guy! You know how it is with the MCU. Wouldn’t want me to let everyone down, would you? Duty calls!”

He was just through the doorway when Logan caught him by the arm. “Wade, these guys have been waiting for you for ages. Where’re you going?”

Deadpool was already reaching for his trusty Baby Knife with his free hand. He didn’t need that other arm, anymore. It was a stupid arm. He’d grow back a better one.

“What about your rule about not bleeding in the apartment?” Logan tried again.

“I’m not the one in the apartment, Peanut. You are!”

“What’s got you all freaked out?”

“I saw the title of this thing!” Deadpool groaned. His whole arm? It was such a waste!

Logan reached out to stop him from using Baby Knife. “You’re ridiculous!”

“What are your intentions with Peter 3?” One of the Spider-mans interrupted behind them.

Deadpool paused, “You mean-he’s here?” Stupid. Of course he was! All three of the MCU Spider-mans were watching him from the den. His gaze drifted between the three of them, trying to pick out which was which. Couldn’t they wear numbers or something?

He craned his head to get another look at the title, but it hadn’t changed. With a weary groan, he sheathed Baby Knife and didn’t fight it when Logan pulled him back inside and shut the door.

All he needed to do was make sure the situation didn’t escalate to where the title happened. He could do this. Deadpool was great at de-escalation.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK…

He swallowed, trying not to let on how flustered he was. “Intentions? No intentions! Pinky-swear!” His boots didn’t let on that he was crossing his toes. “It’s just- I- The costume!” He settled on. “It’s just such an iconic shade of red, you know? Like mine? I-I wanted to know how he made it look so vivid! Maybe give me some pointers. No offense, but it’s the best of the Spidey suits.”

For a moment, no one answered him. Logan was staring at him with the bewildered and stupefied expression he wore sometimes when Wade accidentally got a special guest star killed.

Then one of the Spideys leaned forward, “And which suit is that?”

Deadpool stared hard at one Spider-man. Then the next. Then the next. Then he returned to the first one again-

“Told ya he’d never give you a straight answer.” Logan grunted, shaking his head.

Another Spidey sighed and aimed his wrists, “Right. Plan B.”

“WHOA! HOLD ON! H-HOLD ON!” Deadpool cried, his hands up in surrender. But it was too late. Webbing shot across the room and wrapped around his torso, trapping his arms at his sides. He staggered before toppling awkwardly to the floor, landing on his back. He struggled to get back on his feet as they surrounded him.

Logan reached him first, straddling him with a smirk. Deadpool wasn’t surprised. Plan B was probably his idea – payback for all the times Wade snuck up and got him.

He thrashed against the webs, struggling desperately, but his arms wouldn’t budge. A moment later, he felt one of the Spider-mans land on his calves while the other two gathered on either side of his legs.

“I told them ‘bout the rule ya got about blood in the house,” Logan assured Deadpool as he started jabbing his fingers up and down his torso, earning a series of snickers from Wade as he strained to draw his arms in and protect himself. The webbing refused to let him budge an inch.

“They said it wasn’t their style anyway,” Logan went on. “Besides, this seems to work better on ya.”

“L-hogan! Guys! Waih-ACK!” Deadpool jumped as the Spidey sitting on his legs gave the spot just above his knees an experimental squeeze. “Yadhohohon’t hahahaveta dohoho thihihis! Ihihit’s j-jhust a missuhnderstEEEHEEHEEHEE!” His protests were swallowed by a wild shriek as the two remaining Spideys attacked his poor thighs.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NUH-HA-WAIH! DOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA-FUHAHAHACK!”

“You weren’t kidding about his legs.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAOSTAHAHA! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The hands trapped at his sides strained to grasp at something – anything that would free his already-overwhelmed nerves from the insanity. But there was only the cheap carpet for him to claw helplessly at.

The two on his thighs were ruthless. Two sets of hands digging into his poor trembling legs, sending shockwaves of tickles all along his nervous system up to his brain. Already it was too much. He had no control over how his legs thrashed desperately to escape the overload. Logan was forced to concentrate his efforts on keeping him still, careful not to put too much weight against his lungs as wild, frantic laughter poured out of him.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He kicked, violent and sudden enough that it actually dislodged the terrible hands tickling him to pieces for a blissful moment. Deadpool was just able to inhale a long, wheezing breath, before they were upon him again.

“NEEHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!” He shrieked, “MEEEHEEHEE! M-MEHRCEY-MERCY! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The hands that had been torturing his knees started in on his thighs too, because it didn’t tickle enough yet.

“NUH-HOHA! PLEAHEEHEE!” He protested dizzily. The sounds tearing out of him now were a mixture of screeching laughter and wheezing gasps for air. He’d been fighting like the Hulk to break free, but his muscles were too overwhelmed with his shaking laughter to resist much longer.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ST-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, guys. Let him breathe.” Logan snickered. Wade wanted to slug him for finding his murder funny, but he was too grateful for the break to call him out.

For a blissful moment, the only sound was his lungs’ eagerly gulping the air. He shuddered.

“Sss...ssheriously…” Deadpool finally managed, “…oh, shit…heh-hey…Logan…”

“Yeah, Bub?”

“…ihi…ihihif…” Deadpool swallowed, “…if y-you hehelp…mehe inst-ehead…I prahmise I’ll…fohorgive you…for thihis.”

“Is that so?” Deadpool yelped as Logan suddenly dug into his hips.

“YEHES! B-buhut thahat meheeheeans nuho tihihicklihing!-GAH! Quihihihit ihihihihit!” He pleaded, twisting and writhing against the webbing as Logan let him have it. “NUHOHO! AHA-Shit! STAHAHAHAHAP! Leh-HEMEGOHOHO! LOHOHOGAHAN!”

But his roommate did neither of those things.

“Ehahahahahahahahahaha! ST-HAPTIHICKLING! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! N-AHAHASHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

It was only when Wade squealed that Logan let him breathe again.

“Are you ready to tell us why you’re after Peter 3, yet?” One of the Spideys prompted.

“Ihihif I’d knohohown youhou all whanted me thihis muhuch-” He was cut off by his own scream for mercy as the hands returned to furiously digging and massaging into his poor thighs. Logan helpfully clawed against his hips, and Wade lost the chance to reason with his tormentors.

His screaming laughter returned with a vengeance. Too exhausted for struggling, his muscles resigned themselves to shaking from their effort to take it.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHUCKIHINGSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

It felt like an eternity before they let up enough that he could catch his breath.

“Ohokayhey!” Deadpool gasped when he could finally speak, “…thahas ehenough!...I-I cahan’t hahahandleit!...Nho mohohore!” He’d go insane if they did that again. Well, more insane.

“So tell us why you’re after one of us. The truth this time.” One of the Spideys drew a teasing hand along the inside of his thigh. Deadpool snorted a laugh and squirmed. The way he’d said it had rendered him flustered all over again.

“I wihill! I swear! Just…maybe if you let me up first…and take your masks off s-so I can tehell you apart?”

“Not likely,” another Spider-man answered stonily.

“Fine.” He turned his head so at least it didn’t feel like he was confessing to Logan. “I…okay, look. Now that big yellow and I are officially in the MCU like you guys, there’s been a lot of people online talking about us, like…you know, in the comics…people are pretty stoked about the possibility, and there was that time Ryan and Andrew kissed at the Golden Globes…so sue me, okay? I was thinking about it.”

They were all watching him again.

“I don’t know what half of that means,” one of the Spideys said after a moment.

“Yeah, ya get used to it.” Logan rolled his eyes.

“Who are Ryan and Andrew? What’s an MCU?”

“Who’s Iron Doom?”

“You’ll find that last one out soon enough,” Deadpool insisted. “Can I get up now?”

“So for those of us not in your weird fantasyland…” Logan mused, “…let me see if I’m understanding this…you were looking for Peter…3…because you wanted…a date.”

“Sure. Yes. That.” Deadpool couldn’t tell if it was better or worse that he still didn’t know which Spidey was Peter 3. He focused on glowering at Logan instead. “That works. What can I say? I’m a romantic. Besides, the fans are already rooting for us…” He breathed a sigh of relief as they finally got off of him so he could stand. Unfortunately, he was still to exhausted for any impressive flips while his arms were trapped at his sides.

One of the Spider-mans noticed. In a move that made Deadpool immediately freeze, he leaned over and withdrew Baby Knife, cutting him free of the accursed webs. He offered Deadpool his free hand, and hauled him effortlessly to his feet. Wade staggered, but managed to remain standing, watching in bewilderment as the Spider-man unmasked.

Whatever dumb comment Deadpool had been about to make died in his throat as Peter 3 passed Baby Knife back to him.

Peter 3 watched as Wade removed his own mask before turning to Logan and the remaining Spider-mans and said, “Would you guys give us a moment?”

***

“All that for a fucking date,” Logan was still shaking his head about it long after the three Peters had left.

Wade glanced at him. They were sitting on the couch watching TV, but honestly, Wade was having trouble concentrating on it. He was well aware that he’d spent the entire evening with a stupid grin on his face.

“Totally worth it.”

Logan laughed, “Ya haven’t even gone on the date yet. Do you know how lucky you are that I was able to translate your gibberish before they wrecked you again?”

Wade narrowed his eyes. “Ah yes, that reminds me…”

Logan yelped as Wade pounced on him, attacking his sides.

“Heh-HEYHE! NOHO!” The Wolverine promptly crumpled into a squirming mess.

“…I seem to recall offering you forgiveness, but instead you helped them tickle me to death!”

“Ihihi HEHEHELPED YOUHOU TOOHOO!”

“And for that I will show you mercy…eventually.”

[romcomxb]

peter and wade discovered the 0.5 filter

logan wasn’t impressed

cropped versions below the cut

fuck i forgot logan’s mutton-chops

mbbbb

[jettorii]

please dont flag me tumblr i am on my knees

[sciderman]

You have the astounding ability to make me consider liking things that I previously did not. Cable and Wade. Shiklah and Wade. Johnny and Peter. I’m a stubborn Spideypool obsessor, I’m sure I’ve mentioned, so pat yourself on the head for being SUCH a stan that you’ve broken through my OTP walls and gotten me to glance at other ways for Wade and Peter to he happy and loved.

i think if you truly love a character then you want them to get some no matter where it comes from

[abitnotgoodiebag]

[bicheetopuff]

What are your fav personal headcanons about Midoriya and Bakugou? Also, do you have any fav ships (from any fandom) that the dynamics remind you of BakuDeku? Thanks if you want to answer....

I honestly don’t have that many so I’ll just explain the ones I can think of off the top of my head.

I have one that I use in fics a lot actually, and it’s that they kiss each others wounds to make them feel better. It’s a habit they picked up as kids that they learned from their parents doing it to them on any cut and bruise that they would get while at the park or something. Even though it’s something they did as kids, it’s something they picked up again post Katsuki’s character development and they just do it without thinking and it shocks their class every time. They don’t see anything wrong with it, they genuinely just still believe the superstition and think it’s actually helping the other with their pain… cuz they’re just kinda dumb like that.

Another one I have, I think Izuku has a weird thing with Katsuki’s hair touching him. It looks like it’d be really soft and wispy, so any time it grazes him, he freaks out internally because 1) it tickles, and 2) it means Katsuki’s face is too close to him. It’s so specific but I love it and it’s something I’ve been using in more recent fics.

This is a common one, but I think Katsuki would like to count Izuku’s freckles to fall asleep, and any time Izuku gets a new scar, he re counts to see what the new number is. It’s something that started with just his face, but as they grew older and got closer, he counts all the ones he’s allowed to see and Izuku just lets him.

Oh and to add on to the previous one, I think Izuku has a lot of freckles, not just 8. They’re plastered all over his face, shoulders, hands, legs, anywhere the sun has touched his skin.

This one’s more for adult bkdk, but I’d like to think that Katsuki probably meal preps for Izuku, because he knows that Izuku would probably be living off cup ramen and monster energy drinks otherwise. He’ll cook big meals and then packs and freeze half of each for Izuku and just breaks into his apartment during school hours to put them in his freezer with labels on each one and just repeats the cycle every week. At first Izuku thought he had a stalker for the first few weeks (he still ate them though because he can’t cook) until Katsuki asks him if he’s allergic to peanuts or something because they’re in something he’s cooking for him.

Another adult bkdk one, I think Izuku probably uses Katsuki as an example in his classroom a lot, to the point that his students just assume he’s either a freak super fan or he’s just in love with the guy. He’ll be mentioned in their written tests, be used for diagrams, actually be present some days to demonstrate something that anyone with a quirk could’ve demonstrated.

This is the last one I can think of, but I feel like Katsuki would put in a bunch of safety features into Izuku’s suit. If he’s too injured, it’ll take Izuku to the nearest Urgent Care against his will. If there’s a fire, fire hydrant just spews out of every nook and cranny to ensure that the fire at least stays away from Izuku. There’s probably a Jarvis like voice activated system in it too, but it’s just Hatsume rambling about the features and Katsuki yelling at him when the suits too damaged or when it detects too many injuries. Literally any danger you can think of, Katsuki thought of it and put something in the suit that would prevent that danger.

And as far as ships that remind me of them, honestly every ship reminds me of them in some way because they follow so many tropes. But the ones that remind me the most of them, would probably be SpideyPool and AppleDash. Something something, clashing personalities and mutual competitiveness causing a homoerotic rivalry… or something…

If we’re talking about bnha ships though, KiriMina, TogaChako, and MiriTama are all just bkdk in different fonts in my eyes, and I adore all of them.

I’m gonna cut off this post here thought because I need to get up. If anyone wants me to go into more detail about anything, just ask and I’ll respond later today!!

[ibex-ascendant]

Saw somebody complaining about Deadpool calling Peter "baby boy" in Spideypool fics, apparently thinking this is some fanon invention fetishizing their age difference as opposed to something Deadpool has canonically called (the very much adult) Spider-Man in 616 canon.

It tickled me.

[yiplee]

What the dink

A Spideypool ticklefic

Lee!Deadpool/Ler!Spidey

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On a boring work week in the city, Deadpool gets caught in webs and Spidey wrecks his shit. Yipee

Possible warnings: Limbs being bound, very brief joke dialogue about kinks

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"What?" Deadpool kept saying that. Like he was in shock that Spidey would do this to him.

"What?" He repeated, eyes wide, as his heartmate began crawling up the web. Deadpool was caught between three buildings with his arms locked up tight in the stickiest of webbing, his legs dangling over the city.

Spiderman hopped up to where his catch was, making the whole thing shake with the force of it.

"Oh boy," Deadpool said. "Oh boy. How did you know it was my quarter-to-half birthday?" He said.. strangely excited.

Now it was Spidey's turn to say what.

"Wh-.. What? What the dink? Wade, I-...what do you mean." He squinted. Deadpool titled his head.

"You're gonna [insert mario 'yahoo!'] me in public? You really DID read my kink list! And I'm tied up? You've outdone yourself. I mean, it IS only my quarter-to-half-"

"I'm going to stop you right there," Spidey stopped him, grimacing. Why was he surprised..

"This is business. You know where the.." he needed to come up with something fast, because Deadpool knew bullshit like...bullshit.

Deadpool gasped. "No! I'll never tell you where THE is!" He said dramatically, turning his head away. Spiderman stifled a snicker.

"Well... you know, we have ways of making you talk." Spidey continued, slowly tracing Deadpool's chest. They were playing now.

Deadpool scoffed. "You should know better than anyone that I don't crack under-"

"Oh I know." Spiderman was grinning now, hovering both hands just over his heartmate's body and wiggling his fingers at him in a way that made him shrink away.

"...Hey now-" Deadpool didn't have time to come up with any witty dialogue because Spidey was already pinching at his ribs.

"Hey what the diihihiihIEEEhiink!" Deadpool squealed, his leg coming up as a very poor shield as Spiderman continued tormenting him.

That only gave him more ammo, however, because he quickly brought a hand up to squeeze his knee and skitter his fingers behind it. That got a snort from Deadpool, who kicked and bucked, his head thrown back against his binds.

Spiderman was giggling to himself as he pinched and scribbled at Deadpool's slutty little hips, earning a symphony of squeals and giggles.

"HehEywahAhait! You can't do this toMEEEE! IhiaHAHits my quarter-tohahaha! To half- stAAhapLET ME THINK- spidayah-! Heahaha- heartmaHAHAHG-"

Deadpool kicked and squirmed and twisted, but Spiderman's webs were impervious to gay people.*

Spiderman did stop a moment, if only to decide where to attack next. With Deadpool's arms tightly bound in web, he had an idea.

*and straight people, and everyone, but it's specific in his case

"W- waitwait... Spidey.." he muttered, watching the two gloved hands slowly crawl up his sides and nestle under his arms.

"SpidAHAHANAGAHANAHAEHEAHE-! EVIL!! EVIHIHAHAHEHIHIL!! Deadpool squawked, arching back and twisting away from his tormentor's hands to no avail.

"Where's The, Wade? Where is it?" Spidey teased, scribbling his fingers even faster under his victim's arms.

"I'LL NEVER T- TCHEHEAHEUSHEHAHEEUAA-! HNGHEE!" There were tears in his eyes as he was tickled to pieces by his boyfrBusiness partner.

Spiderman brought his fluttering fingers up to Deadpool's neck. His loud cackles melted into girlish giggles as his shoulder scrunched up in protection. Spiderman scritched behind his ear and his head jerked forward defensively.

Spidey went lower again, pinching his hips to get him twisting and squirming again.

"OH SHUHUAHHA SHIT!" Deadpool had never been so tortured and so turned on at once before. He was just glad for the thick spool of webbing that covered his lower half.

His feeble attempts to pull his arms down had ultimately done nothing to the webbing which remained firmly in place, keeping both arms folded over his head.

Deadpool could do little more than twist from left to right and kick his legs as Spiderman's hands roamed freely on him.

"You cahAhehauhaieee! Can't naAhahanoho!" Deadpool continued spewing protests as Spiderman went on without relent.

"MERCY! MEHEAHERCYY!!" He squealed, and Spidey ceased with a chuckle. After a moment of calming down, Deadpool squinted at him.

"...What the dink. Why'd you stop?"

[sordid-details-following]

haiiiii now that you're active I can express my gratitude for your spideypool bloodstream playlist! it introduced me to so many bangers and bands/artists that have changed the way I listen to music :) also thank you for writing bc I live for your deadpool... and I miss him... <3

Hellooooo I'm so sorry it took me forever to answer this lovely ask. I was waiting until I had time to fix some of the broken tracks in this playlist, as I realized I accidentally used some versions from my personal music library which makes it impossible to listen to them on Spotify. Well, I have finally gotten around to doing that so I feel like I can respond without shame. I am tickled beyond words that you've been enjoying the Bloodstream playlist! Music has been such a huge part of my writing process and I feel like all those tracks have meaningful connections to my conceptualizations of Wade and Peter and their relationship in the work. Also, I always love sharing music recommendations and it makes me so happy to hear you've discovered new artists through the playlist. If you ever want to chat music, I'd love to hear about your favorites! Thank you so very much for this message. I also miss Deadpool, so I wrote a new chapter and I'll be publishing it tomorrow ;) Hope you enjoy it <3

[griefpersevering]

ch14 of runaways running the night, my spideypool retelling of Deadpool & Wolverine, is out!! read on for a snippet of Wade and Peter sharing a bed <33

Falling asleep hasn't been easy for Peter since... forever. Even with Wade's promise of fighting off his nightmares.

His heart thuds dully in his chest. His confession lightened the load he's carried daily for months, but hasn't eased his conscience entirely. He should've done that a long time ago, but who would he have told? There's no one left to care about his sob story.

Frank lends him some clothes and Peter slides into bed next to Wade.

In the diner, a table separated their makeshift beds. This morning, he didn't even know they shared a bed until Wade was already out of it. Right now, he's aware of each deafening breath and every miniscule shift.

Wade's warmth seeps through the thin space between them and into his aching muscles. "Relax," he says, his low voice rumbling through the springs of the mattress and down Peter's spine.

How is he supposed to relax? Besides sharing a bed with a stupidly muscly mercenary who he killed this morning, his heart picks up every time he even thinks about the fight tomorrow.

Peter signed up to die on the job a long time ago, and he knows Wade will survive. But what about Kamala? Did she leave the house one day to fight crime and never come home? Have her parents spent the past few months tearing through her room, searching for clues about her whereabouts in fanart and homework?

And Frank — consigned to being the only survivor of his family in every other universe, and ripped from them in the one where he might find happiness.

Jess has a business to run and crimes to solve, and Logan has fights to win and whisky to drink. The TVA stole them all away from their lives because of laws they don't even abide by anymore.

Peter scratches his nose under the mask and the sound grates on every nerve in his body.

"The anxiety is radiating from you in waves," Wade says. "It's like being trapped in Hell's microwave. I can sleep on the floor, if you—"

"No," Peter interrupts.

Wade rolls over to face him. "Then chill the fuck out, baby boy."

He's right. He should sleep so he's well-rested for the battle tomorrow. Actually, how much time does he have before dawn? How much sleep has he wasted stressing about things he can't control?

Wade sighs and shuffles closer, sliding his arm under Peter's head and rearranging him until he's using Wade's chest as a pillow. He's so warm, and so much softer outside of the Deadpool suit. His scarred fingertips tickle as he rubs circles into Peter's shoulder, and he shivers as Wade whispers, "Is this okay?"

"Yep," Peter squeaks, an octave higher than usual.

Wade's chuckle reverberates through Peter's empty chest. He relaxes into the embrace limb by limb, matching his breaths to the gentle rise and fall of Wade's chest.

They sink together, and for the first time in years, there's someone anchoring Peter to the present.

Continue reading on AO3!!

[eroticomens]

tentatively asking for poolverine prompts/ideas

go ahead n suggest ig? anons welcome. i just wanna write/draw about my stupid fuckin stinkies

much more likely to do fluff/smut, the angst has to be very specific to tickle my fancy actually... i'd take spideypool ideas too LOL

[bunsofhoney]

Flufftober day 23

Crash

Crack! Boom! 

The flash of lightning is immediately followed by a bang, and wind drags the rain sideways against the panes of Wade’s bedroom window. 

“Yeah, yeah, big scary Spooktober storm.” Wade grumbles, then rolls over to his other side, dragging the blankets with him to thoroughly burrito up in his cozy warm bed. 

But as soon as he’s snuggled in again, there’s another sound at his window - much smaller this time, like a scratching. Wade looks up. 

Crash!

Illuminated from behind by the streaks of lightning, a black shape lurks against the pane, big glowing eyes staring at him. 

“Fuck!” Wade shouts, as his hand shoots out of the blanket and feels around for the Deagle sitting at his bedside. 

But then a black, clawed hand is on the window glass, and the face hinges open, a long pink tongue rolling out the pit-trap of a mouth. 

“Oh my sweet Thor’s luscious locks,” Wade mutters, dropping the Deagle and clutching at his heart. Then he scoots up to kneeling.

“Get in here, you big wet Rottweiler,” Wade scolds as he wrenches open the window. 

Venom crawls in, their wide shoulders squeezing through the frame, then stretches to their full height as they drip on Wade’s rug.

IT IS RAINING. 

“No shit, shiny. Where’s baby boy?” Wade stumbles out of bed and starts digging through a pile of laundry. 

SLEEPING.

“Alright, squiddy.” Wade throws a towel at Venom’s head, which they catch and then awkwardly try to use, padding their huge frame off with it like it’s a dish towel. “Well, dry off and get in bed I guess. Maybe you can catch some Z’s too.”

Wade slides back in between the covers just as another Bang illuminates the room. Venom slips in behind them, their big, smooth chest pressing against his back. Their pointy catcher’s mitt of a paw curls around his side and their tongue tickles his ear. Then they shout in it: WE ARE NOT TIRED, WADE.

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Prompt: day 23 - Stormy Night @flufftober

[sciderman]

I didn’t realize you had a whole universe and I’m in love with it. In your Spideypool universe does Peter ever become Manspider or anything like that? (Btw your art is awesome but six arms are ridiculously hard to draw so pls don’t feel I’m asking you to draw that, I’m just curious)

OH... man-spider... dear god, what fun, what fun. i wonder if this will still tickle wade's pickle.

(it probably would. unfortunately for wade and peter, they're so in love with each other and they'll somehow, miraculously, love each other in whatever form that's in. wade could be reduced to a puddle of regenerating cellular goo and peter would still love him. peter could mutate into a giant, terrifying man-eating spider, and wade would say beyoing. i hate them. they're so unrealistic.)

i've always thought that - kind of similar to andrew's spider-man, this particular peter parker has experienced fairly little on terms of inevitable horrors that spider-men face - he hasn't been through the clone stuff, he hasn't been to space, he's kind of living in the simple 70s era of peter parker's life where most of his troubles are earth-level, and he hasn't faced any cosmic horrors yet, save for the symbiote. all of that stuff is, inevitably, probably yet to come (do not tell him that.)

man-spider didn't happen quite yet, but the six-arm thing...

[amazing-spiderling]

did your husband make any more comics? i think i need more to survive

He did! The first two were gifts for my birthday/anniversary and exist in a universe where Spider-Man catches a fucking break. You can read them here! Then you can have the power of two ice creams!

Spidey's Day Off

Spidey's Day Off 2

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Only Monster That Matters

A/N - Hey y’all, sorry for my little break from writing. I’ve had an incredibly busy few weeks and college has been a bitch. Oh well. Here is a Spideypool fic for Day 7 for @tickletober2017. I hope you all like it!!

Word Count: 626

           Dark figure, hunkering over. Entrapped in a veil of light, silhouette large and scaly. Round snout, gaping mouth. Salvia dripping to the ground, stench polluting the air. Humped back, serrated teeth. One step, two steps. Tiny person, large creature. Fast legs, even faster monster. Earth thundering, piercing screech. Tail whipping, body jolting. Heart pounding, lungs pleading for salvation. Weaving between buildings, the city hides asleep at this hour. The person is alone, all alone, will die alone if he’s lucky. Is he lucky, being trapped in his own city, the savior of his city? He can’t stop the monster, no one can stop the monster. Well, there are some people, but they aren’t here. He is alone, all alone. The monster has him cornered. He is too young to die. He is young and about to die.

“Peter?” Body spasm, arms up, ready for a fight. The monster had him, boxed in, mouth open. Two seconds from the end. “Peter? You have another bad dream?”

The college student sat up on the couch, spine straight, rigid. Muscles tense, ready to keep running. Eyes adjusting to the light, the sun having finally risen, sending the darkness back into a temporary hiding. Red figure seated beside him, head tilted.

           “Peter?”

           “I’m fine, Wade,” Peter Parker let out a huff. It was all a dream, just a dream, a vivid dream. The medications had just gotten stronger, needed to be stronger, but the side effects lurked around every corner once again. “Just another dream. It’s fine.”

           “Come here,” Wade pulled the twenty-year-old closer. The two of them had been friends since Peter had just started out and now Wade was helping the kid cope with college and being Spiderman. He knew the kid was touch starved, having lacked physical affection from such an early age. Granted Wade was becoming the same way, but he didn’t mind since he didn’t want to touch his own skin either, he still sought out to make Peter feel better and welcome. “What happened?”

           “I was being chased by a monster,” Peter said, sighing as he noted the papers on the side table he needed to fill out for class on Monday. Mechanical engineering classes were a bitch, especially when Peter was busy most nights. “I was all alone and I didn’t have the suit and it was really big. It was like Godzilla but smaller and uglier.”            “So I was chasing you,” Peter let out a short laugh at this, always enjoying the little jokes Wade would say. They were always refreshing to hear after such a stressful sleep. “I’m such a dick in all your dreams. It makes me think that we need to have a conversation or something.”

           “My dreams just relay the real you,” Peter replied, voice still a bit groggy from the sleep. Wade let out a short gasp, placing a hand over his mouth in shock.

           “That was a good one, Peter,” Wade said, “But I still should get you back.”            “Dammit,” Peter already started to giggle as he was gently pushed onto his back, shoulders resting on the arm of the couch. Wade shook his head slightly, a mild disbelief. He absolutely loved this from Peter, the college student always began laughing even before being touched.

           “Now,” Wade roared, arms over his head as dramatically as possible, “Let me show you a real monster.”

           As Wade’s fingers descended all over Peter’s sensitive torso, the only monster that mattered came to life, drawing hysterics from his prey. All other monsters had been forgotten about, had been vanquished for the time being. As for now, this monster began feeding on the loud, beautiful laughter coming from Peter, a sound that resonated the apartment for as long as it could.

[webhaed]

"I haven't drunk anything...but I'm completely intoxicated by you. " ;]

“Wade that has to be the most LAMEST flirt you’ve given yet.”

Yet this doesn’t stop Peter from looking to the side, soft giggling falling from his lips that he tries to hide behind a fist.