#he’s Deadpools precious baby boy

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Daily Spidey

Symbiote Spider-Man AU

#he’s Deadpools precious baby boy #he saved him from Oscorp #and now he’s gonna keep him #peter parker #spider-man #spideypool #deadpool #wade wilson #fan art #my art #otp #daily challenge

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OCTOBER 31ST. DEADPOOL FT. SPIDER-MAN

"you might be wondering why the red suit. well, that’s so bad guys don’t see me bleed."

♱ — katsuki bakugou ft. izuku midoriya + cucking.

♱ — synopsis; with great power, comes great responsibility— such as one’s duty to pleasure his girlfriend ( though failing ), luckily a certain mercenary is able to swing by and take over such a big responsibility on spidey’s behalf.

♱ —length; 7.8K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, cucking, threesomes, auralism, dacryphilia, voyeurism, cumplay, mutual masturbation, dry humping, body worship, facials, fingering ( f!receiving ), oral sex ( m!receiving ), mask!kink, fem!reader, deadpool!bakugou, spider-man!deku. not beta read !

♱ — notes; and with that, kinktober is over! thank you to everyone who supported me along the way!! please enjoy this last fic, i realy hope that you like it and have a safe halloween!! ily mwah <3 - m.list₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

“yanno,” you say wistfully, dabbing away at a cut underneath your boyfriend’s dazzling green eyes. “i think you got away pretty lightly this time.” 

deku hums, forcing away a wince as the rubbing alcohol seeps into the shallow wound— you let him squeeze your hand instead. “aside from my blood dripping across your floor, i’d pretty much agree.” despite how many times he’d sat on your bedroom floor, letting you coddle him and tend to his scrapes and scratches— the cleaning part never got easier. “deadpool always gets me into extra trouble whenever we work together.” 

your gaze flickers up to izuku’s in concerned warning, having him stumble into your apartment at ridiculous hours was all fine and dandy when he just needed to be babied and had a boo-boo on his head, but ever since working with whoever this deadpool guy was— your precious boy had been littered with all sorts of stab wounds and now your shifty handiwork stitches. today the bank robbery with said mercenary left your boyfriend with the graze of a bullet, and he was lucky to get away with just that. 

“‘m worried about you izuku,” your body keens into his warm hands and soft touch as the superhero pulls you into his lap, fingertips sliding over the curve of your ass and over the fat at your hips lovingly— not even sexually at first, as if each little caress grounds you both, slowing your head beats and filtering out the adrenaline of the night. 

he’s so warm, it reminds you that he’s alive and breathing, safe with you for another night. “i’ll try to be more careful, hm?” sensing the spike in your emotions, izuku leans forward with his nose nudging along yours, his lips dragging over the seam of your own, as if to tease you— a reward to follow if you calm down. 

“i want you safe,” you huff with no fire behind your words, just about pouting before deku has you locked in a soft, barely-there kiss. 

“it’s part of the job,” he says back, quietly, and there’s a beat of silence between you both where longing gazes are cast over features twitching into needy expressions— and before you know it, your mouth is slotted perfectly against his, bruisingly close as your tongue licks into izuku’s hot cavern, searching for is. the once chaste kiss turns sloppy, spit swapped between hungrily moving lips, your noses nudging and lungs burning for the air you won’t get, being joined like this. 

even when you do come up for air, you’re back on one another in seconds— practised hands used to fight crime and save lives, trickle up your spine to the base of your neck, pulling you into deku’s web of wanton, one you don’t see yourself wanting to be free from any time soon. his thumb presses nimbly into your throat, an amused chuckle resounding in the base of his own when your eyes grow misty and your tongue rolls out eagerly— with a hankering to be kissed again. 

“you want another?” 

“i want you.” 

now panting, your fingers surge up into forest green locks so you can tug izuku the rest of the way—your teeth sink into his lower lip for you to pull back slowly, gingerly while you hint at your need for more; giving izuku one last chance to call it quits for the night or kiss you properly like you want. he needs you just as badly as you need him, driving forward with the taste of you crackling like dopamine against the neurons in his brain. his heated pink muscle grazes over the swell of your lips, only just quelling the spark of hunger now pumping from his heart into his blood before you welcome him into your mouth with a debauched little sigh that falls into the tail end of a moan.

deku grunts low, in bliss,  at the noise, hips jumping up as if triggered by your sweet sounds and your tongues dance together instead of fighting— spit slicked and sliding over one another, down each other’s throats until your makeout is far more heated than anticipated. you seize the opportunity to guide your boyfriend’s free latex gloved hand to your waist once more, giving him the control to guide the flow of your hips while you grind down onto him,  grinning at the stiff press of is hard on against your panties through the spider-man suit.

he seems to get the picture, growing handsier by the second and manhandling you back and forth against his swelling cock, izuku’s breath’s much heavier than before. “fuck baby,” he whines into your wet mouth, his lips cherry red and raw, all because of you. “feel what you do to me? so hard…already— for you…” there’s a flutter of pride in your chest, knowing that you’re the one that’s able to make the spider-man a mess like this after he puts on a brave face for the city. only you get to see the cocky, webbed hero hump you like a mangy dog, circling his hips and pushing his throbbing erection against your fat folds in desire— latex covered hands exploring every inch of you they can.

izuku’s lips fall to your shoulder, licking and sucking a trail of kisses up to your neck— nipping here and there, so that bruised blossom under your skin in a signature of off coloured love bites. “wanna fuck you,” he says between the wetter smooches, whispering the words into the junction between your jaw and neck. “gonna lemme, oh shit— fuck you, love?” 

your body vibrates at deku’s promiscuous words— each far from the goodie two shoes persona he puts on for the world. he wants to make you feel that badly despite being beaten to shit, and knowing that is enough to spark a fire in your lower belly, the best shooting down to your pussy which flutters as you drag it back and forth across his hard-on through the blue and red suit. 

running your fingers through his already mask-missed hair, you map out each little detail of izuku midoriya— his sun spotted cheeks, B-road shoulders and muscled arms, that slender waist of his hidden away by stretchy blue and red fabric. he’s yours, and he’s desperate for you, aching and leaky for you. “gonna let’cha fuck me, ‘zu, need you to take me.” 

all of a sudden, he’s like a kid on Christmas unwrapping a present ( in a way you are, his gift after a fucked up day fighting crime ), padding up your spine until you shiver— drawing his name against your back until a finger hooks on the strap of your bra. you’re only wearing a t-shirt, the jagged letters of Spider-Man printed on and peeling off the front, but it’s not like either of you care. the loose fabric gives your boyfriend easy access, unhooking the material with ease and letting it fall down your front. you only part for a moment to let your arms slip through from under your shirt— tossing the sage green garment to the side shortly afterwards.

he can smell you, the salacious and honeyed scent of your sex hanging in the heated, vibrating particles in the air between you. “god baby, how do you always get this wet, this fast.” deku simpers in a tone of awe, two latex fingers pressed into your soaked core, watching you twitch, your body burning up with a new wave of heat. he squeezes your clit, admiring the way you pulse under his hold, tip of his finger then moving to run between your folds to build up the sensation of delightful pleasure inside you. 

“don’t get distracted,” you manage to scold your boyfriend, words falling away into a breathy sigh when his mouth latches onto your clothed and budding nipple from under his shirt—he hums in content around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth, happy to toruture you like this. your hands ground yourself in his wild hair, pushing him back from your stimulated chest. “get naked, i think you promised me some dick, ‘zu,”

smiling, the green haired hero reaches up to peck you on the lips. “you’re right, you’re right…mind helping me get out of my suit?” he asks, pulling his working digits away from your cunt in awe, staring at the clear strings of essence that connect them while you nod. wrapping your arms around him, you catch the zipper on the spidey-suit and pull it down, moving back so izuku can shake off his sleeves.

but you’re impatient when you’re horny, frustration fogging your brain as midoriya struggles to get out of the costume he designed. he flails about, the sight only serving to turn you off even further, minute by minute. you love your boyfriend— you do, he’s sweet and nerdy, and you adore that he saves the world… but things like this happen a lot, and you only wished he would take some time out, putting it aside for you. to separate you from his save-the-world-bullshit.

“here, let me help,” you pout, hands on him once more— tugging and pulling at his arms and chest while izuku struggles against the latex with burning, bright red freckled cheeks. he whimpers at every cascade of your finger tips, breath hitching here and there as you work with each other to get it off.

until deku stills, green forest eyes screwing shut, a warmth flooding his lap. 

“did you just—?” 

“y-yeah?” he stutters, clearly embarrassed by cumming in his pants. “s-sorry, love, i’m sorry—“

with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, you back off of deku’s lap, shoulders sagging with relief as you look for your underwear in the mess of your room. “it’s whatever,” you shrug it off, not finding them before standing up and away from your boyfriend. “‘m gonna grab some snacks and we can watch some shitty cartoons, and pretend this didn’t happen.” 

you leave the room before izuku can catch wind of how disappointed you really are— knowing he might struggle to get it up a second time. the stress of saving the world can do that to you apparently. usually he’ll make it up to you with that silver spider-man tongue of his, the same one that’s chatty with quips directed at villains…but tonight, that just won’t do. 

tonight you’d really needed him. 

“fuck me,” izuku sighs heavily, laying back on the floor— suit sticky and tight against the skin of his thighs after cumming in it prematurely. submerged in his own self pity— he fails to notice the telling tingle of his enhanced senses, and the sound of your bedroom window sliding up. 

“after that shit show? nah, no thanks,” izuku jumps up, gaze shooting over to the window where deadpool pops his head through. “was pretty sad to watch.” the mercenary makes himself comfortable, sliding into the room before crossing one leg over the other as he sits on the window ledge. 

you choose that exact moment to re-enter the room, a tray full of snacks and warm drinks to smooth over the awkward evening with your boyfriend. “‘zu, i made you some cocoa, how you like, i’m sorry for the way i reacted earlier i just—“ glancing up as you push through the door, your eyes dart between your boyfriend, Spider-Man, and the new red and black dressed figure— a scream ripping through your body as you drop the tray, deku’s webs catching it safely before the items hit the floor.

deadpool only screams back, covering his face with gloved hands as if to mock his own shock. 

“who the fuck are you?” after you regain your bearings, you’re launching at the heavily armed stranger in your apartment; his feet swinging and the white eyes in his mask animatedly moving in a widening motion. you grab the nearest and closest thing you have to a weapon ( a butter knife used to spread pb on your boyfriend’s crackers ) and throw it at the intruder, lodging it into his shoulders just before deku trips you up with a few more webs. “how the fuck did you get into my house?” 

“ah, well ya see. ‘m always pickin’ the locks whenever i visit spidey over here— but i must’ve gotten the wrong address this time round.” the intruder sings, peering down at you. you feel like he’s reading your soul through the mask and start to scramble again. “ya never told me how hot your girlfriend was, bugboy. if i look at her any longer Cupid might shoot my ass with a tiny, pointy arrow.”

“i-it was none of your business!” deku grunts, holding you down with webs, another horrified yell building up within you as deadpool pulls the knife from his shoulder and the wound hole closes up on its own. “baby— deadpool, aka kacchan. deadpool— my girlfriend.” 

“well, pleasure to meet you, sweetheart,” deadpool…kacchan coos in response, stepping down to use a gloved hand, taking yours in his own and kissing the back of it. 

you’d been warned about deadpool, the heinous crimes he committed in cold blood, his playful attitude towards life threatening situations with his dangerous anti-hero attitude, which was less than ideal to work with— all the forewarnings your pretty, goody two shoes neighbourhood hero boyfriend had fed you. but right now, gazing up at the red suited mercenary, you couldn’t find it within yourself to be scared because you hadn’t been warned about how hot he sounded with the gravel in his voice, how built he looked under layers of leather that had clearly been used in combat or war.

coughing, and ruining the moment that has your skin burning, deku clears his throat to ask. “what are you doing here, ‘pool?”

“came to invite you out for celebratory drinks, buddy! we kicked ass t’day, and that’s what friends do, right?” kacchan’s white masked eyes give you both the once over, forming somewhat of a grimace— from what you can tell. “but i see you’re kinda busy with…other, failed plans.” 

“we didn’t fail! we were just hooking up, that’s what couples do!” 

“barely counts as hooking up shitty spider, can barely keep yer fuckin’ dick up! 

as the two super-enhanced dummies argue their way through the situation— you sit mortified, your sex life ( what of it ) sitting bare on the table for the two men to openly to discuss. “i-it’s not always like this!” you gasp, desperately trying to shut them both down. 

they both look over to you, kacchan clearly amused. “that’s the sixth fuckin’ time this month!” 

“you keep count?” deku squeaks, voice rising anoctave. 

“only on tuesdays and fridays, and i gotta admit— your girlfriend has such pretty tits, i dunno how you can’t pop a stiffy just lookin’ at those things, so round…s’soft,” he sounds like his mouth is watering, words sloshed around the spit pooling on his tongue. “i bet they feel as soft as those puppies from the ryan reynolds puppy interview.” bakugou says, looking somewhere off that you can’t see, yours and deku’s eyes follow it to the wall but don’t spot anything. 

“who the fuck are you talking to?”

“them, the readers. filthy sluts they are. hi gorgeous…we’ll get to the smutty parts in a bit, kay?” then, deadpool turns back to you. “any fuckin’ ways, i think i’d fuck you better, hah? i can be somewhat of a tender lover,” kacchan sings, the last of his words falling into a gentle whisper. you hear the protests of your boyfriend in the distance, but it does nothing to quell the overwhelming lust tingling at the tips of your fingers and toes, clinging to every crevice of your mind. you wonder if you’re a bad girlfriend for even considering the proposal.  “oh come on spidey, you can’t tell me you’ve never imagined someone else fucking your girl?”

within an instant, the masked assassin, katsuki bakugou, ( better known as deadpool ), yanks you up from the floor and spins you into his chest— your back to it, bending you into midoriya’s view. he gives a single, calculated thrust from behind for demonstration, the weight of his cock beneath layers of tarnished red and black leather, bumping against your cunt; knowing what it’ll do to you— cloud your judgement, make you whimper and whine. 

between your gasps and sighs of increasing wanton, bakugou let’s his clothed hands travel up your Spider-Man shirt—drawing goosebumps along your skin as they make their way up to your breasts. “i’ll make you a deal,” squeezing the warm fleshy mounds between killer fingers, he pinches your nipples until you arch your back away from his chest with parted lips. “you let me fuck your girlfriend’s cunt and i won’t leak it to the press that you’ve got erectile dysfunction!”

“that’s not true!” izuku whines as if he’s a kicked puppy, cheeks flaming hot and red underneath his sunspot freckles. 

an evil, breathy chuckle leaves kacchan’s lips, emitted through his mask against the shell of your ear— sending your body into a fit of shivers, liquid gold gathering between your bare folds at the sound. “sure it’s not, but they don’t know that.” you feel like crying, all the anticipation built up from dry humping your boyfriend earlier coming to a head as soon as you feel deadpool’s fingers on your clit, tapping the tiny sensitive bud as if to see how much it controls your pleasure, how responsive you are to his touch. 

the sight of your eyes rolling back from a simple motion over your clit makes blood rush from his heart right down to deku’s cock, bringing it to life again, aching with need. “i don’t… i dunno,” he mumbles, sitting up and leaning forward to watch deadpool play between your thighs, pull pretty moans from between your angel lips. “if this is such a good idea—“ 

“please ‘zu!” you beg, a quivering mess from just a few strokes to your pretty pussy. “please izuku… please!”

and it’s as if the two men come to a mutual understanding, your boyfriend nods eagerly and the mercenary laughs again in satisfaction. “perfect! now keep still sweetheart, wanna be careful not to cut you up too badly,” he murmurs into the back of your neck. “blood doesn’t wash out too easily, that’s why i use lemon juice ‘n seltzer water. and i wouldn’t want t’mess you up too bad.” your eyes widen in protest when you hear the clang of metal and feel a cool blade practically run up your spine. your stare locks with the trusting one of izuku, who’s hand is already making work rubbing oje off on his new erection beneath the seedy wet stain on his suit, and it takes you a second to realise the man had used the katana strapped to his back to slice through your sleep shirt, causing the fabric to fall way from your chest. “better.” 

in the next moment, you’re manhandled face down and ass up onto the bed, izuku moving to sit opposite you against the pillows to watch the scene unfold. you feel bare, fully naked with your glistening cunt on display to the hungry leers of a stranger you don’t know. a man who kills for fun and for sport. “i-it’ll be okay, love,” spidey does his best to reassure you, tentatively taking your fingers in his and pressing a kiss to them— but you don’t miss the way his free hand squeezes his latex bound, weighty balls impatiently. 

“so cute, it’s like ‘m watchin’ and aftercare scene straight outta my little pony!” kacchan rolls his eyes beneath his mask, ruining your gentle moment before he turns away to look into the distance again to address his audience. “who’s yer favourite, reader? mine’s the unicorn but between you and me? twilight’s a fuckin’ cock sucking bitch.” with the focus back on you both, bakugou takes a hold of the globes of your ass— pulling them wide apart to get a wiff of your sweet arousal, a glorious view of how they stay connected by strings of your growing slick. “thatsa pretty view,” 

squeezing deku’s fingers, and katsuki wastes no time easing one thick digit into your eager hole— pushing whatever leaks from your pussy back into you. your mouth falls open as he curls it, searching for that gummy spot inside you that midoriya knows by heart and hums behind the mask when you spasm around him— locking the finger inside your sweet cunt. “‘nother, c-can i have another?” the way you rasp out your words is like an aphrodisiac to both men, deku’s dick twitching as if you’ve called out for him while his anti-hero coworker groans, clapping his free hand against your ass, watching it jiggle and your juices glue them together again. “p-please, ‘zuku— please, i’ll be good— s-so good,” 

spiderman has always been someone to help those in need, and you’re his pathetic little baby— who needs him, needs izuku to feel good and to cum. he can always do that. “i know love,” he inhales sharply, green eyes clouding over like a forest suffocated in a black smog of fiery lust. deku pervertedly looks between your perfectly arched ass, deadpool scissoring another finger into you, and your adorable face— lips between your teeth, eyes fluttering and he can’t help but soothe the pulse in his drooling cock by palming it once more while watching you. “k-kacchan, let’s add another finger, yeah? make her—“ 

“shut the fuck up, would’ya pretty boy?” katsuki snarls, twisting his fingers along the insatiable, streaming cavern of your core until you choke on a moan. “let’s not forget who’s doin’ the fucking here.” he tells both you and your boyfriend, reminding you of your places. “we had a deal, bug boy,” he punctuates each of his words with a ravishing thrust of his digits past your sluice entrance, making you claw at the sheets and sink your nails into deku’s hand. “and if you want somethin’ pretty girl, you gotta ask for it.” 

“d-deadpool,” you plead wetly, lightheaded from the heated excitement of finally being fucked in the way you deserve. “please…”

“it’s katsuki, baby,” there’s movement behind you again, and before you can ask what’s happening—katsuki bakugou is between your trembling thighs from behind, aggressively pulling his mask up and over his chin and nose as if he’s just as needy for this as you are. “‘m gonnna tongue fuck ya,” he says like it’s a statement, his husky voice wavering wwith an appetite for sex. katsuki sounds so much better without the mask, the sound of the deep chocolate octaves of his voice only making you gush around his fingers that plug you full. “and you’re gonna watch, spidey-fuck. god you’re so much more fuckin’ pathetic here than in the comics.” 

red eyes behind the white of the mask swill up the way your mound shines under the night and clenches around his gloved fingers that stuff you nice and full. deadpool’s nose nestles itself between your swollen, wet folds— breathing in deep in the nastiest way possible while his cock throbs at the scent of your arousal. it’s then that he juts his head upwards, nudging against your clit that grows even more prominent with each wave of sex hormone laden blood that rushes to it. 

“oi underoos, c’mere— lay down on the bed ‘n kiss her while i make out with this little cunt like a horny teenager on prom night.” deadpool sounds excited, happy to be the reason that heat sparks under your skin like being pricked with hot metal— his tongue darts out from his sinful mouth to trace over the length of your slit, humming in content at your honeyed taste. “fuck me, it must be christmas.” bakugou kicks his feet, deku crawling to be flat on his stomach before you. “web her down, she keeps squirmin’.” he adds, practically bouncing for joy when deku uses his web slingers to tie your waist to the bed.

just as your hero boyfriend saves you from letting out a pornographic moan, slotting his own mouth against yours, your uninvited guest does the same— pressing his own to the entirety of aroused sex, sucking greedily at the dribble of slick coming from you like a broken tap. you feel so overwhelmed, two tongues licking at you in two different places. izuku’s tongue slides lazily over yours, head tilting to swallow your voracious, agonised deplores. 

“baby y’sound so pretty,” izuku whines, already rutting his hips onto the bed in the same pace that kacchan eats you out, dragging his tongue in circles over your tight hole, faster and faster the louder you get, struggling to keep quiet even as deku kisses you sloppily. hormones breach the air between the three of you, rattling around like crazed particles only served to make you feel dizzy, controlling every movement of your body as you buck your hips back onto the masked face of the man controlling your pleasure, riding out everything on the tip of his tongue. “s’wet down there too…does she taste good kacchan?” 

the sounds of katsuki slurping and sucking every drop of your essence from your mound before it can drip onto the sheets below. reluctantly, he pulls away from your slit— connected to your sticky pussy by ropes of your creamy arousal. “like fuckin’ heaven,” he looks up to the ceiling. “sorry big guy,” right before digging back in, the mercenary spitting onto your cunt and watching as the frothy mixture slides down the length of you. in his next movements, he grabs your hips and yanks you back onto his mouth until his tongue is all the way inside of you, the pink muscle writing against ribbed, souse walls. “yer such a mess down here sweetheart, you gettin’ off to this? being used by someone who ain’t your man?”

there’s a guttural rasp in bakugou’s words spoken against the rising temperature between your thighs, marred skin of his chin shining with your viscous arousal. he makes you a mess, ruins you for better or for worse— you can’t tell. you can’t even tell what’s up or down. izuku is in no better shape than you, shamelessly bucking his hips into the sheets below just from watching your expressions as katsuki fucks you with his tongue like it’s his cock. 

the bed creaks lowly beneath the weight of your ministrations, every lick and suck, perhaps bite from the anti-hero against your pathetically soaked pussy has your entire body in mind-numbing shivers and shakes, legs threatening to give out on you at any moment. “c-can i cum?” you stutter out, tensing when gloved fingers are once more slipped past the frothing white ring of your entrance— it’s a tight fit, has your eyes bulging and your fingers clawing at anything to hold onto, your boyfriend the victim. 

he senses the pain of your death grip before he feels it, supernatural senses causing the feeling to mix into a delightful sting, pulling deku under and stealing his breath from his lungs watching you unravel for another man. it bricks up his length, his seedy precum covered tip catching on the ridges of fabric wrinkling in your bedsheets. everything only intensifies when the mercenary draws a knife from his holster, daring to drag the material against the curve of your ass, smiling wickedly at your attempts to move away from the cold blade despite craving the digits currently plunged inside of you.

he might cum in his suit again, mouth falling open with your own— your moans mingling in unison for a sweet song like a harmony to deadpool’s ears.

“whaddya say spidey, should i let ‘er cum?” deadpool goads, fingers fucking into you at a godspeed pace, tongue tracing his chicken scratch signature into your puffy, overworked clit— keeping you on a tilted ledge familiar to you, right before your high. “should i make your girl cum?”

fat, weighty tears build up in your eyes, the decision sitting in the sex tainted air as your boyfriend holds back his own orgasm. “yes, g-god yes, please let her cum kacchan.” 

you feel it creeping up at you, ready to drown you out in endorphins— but as soon as the twisting feeling in your gut comes, it’s quickly ripped away from you, katsuki’s fingers pulling from your sex only to grip at your waist and hoist you how he wants you, despite your whines and begs to feel release. 

“nah,” he says simply. “she won’t get t’cum till you do, and you won’t until i do, now isn’t that a plot twist.” he adds addressing you the reader this time, hardly breathing as he yanks down the leather of his pants to grab hold of his dick, thrusting it back and forth between your pussy lips as if they’re welcoming him home— met with resistant only when pushing into, despite how much he’d stretched out your little hole. “didn’t i open ya up enough sweetheart? you’re still so fuckin’ tight…or maybe spidey doesn’t get his cock in you enough to make a difference.” 

deku sits up at the change in position, a superhero strength taking over him as he rips through his latex suit— finally bringing some relief to his erection. your boyfriend’s cock feels and looks different to deadpool’s… he’s longer where katsuki is thick, pale with a pretty pink tip covered in white from how turned on he is from watching you get ruined by someone he’s worked with. your own mouth waters, watching izuku take hold of his curved shaft that pulses with the mean words his colleague spits at him— precum clings to each vein, adding a sinful shine to the length of him, guiding the steady movements of his fist that cups his cock…enjoying the show. 

“she gets a little tighter right before you push in,” the green haired hero beefs from deep within his throat, the glow of his eyes trained on the way bakugou’s fat cockhead brushes against the beginnings of your soft walls, trying to push into your little abused cunt. your eyes water at the delightful sting, tears streaking a path down the apples of your cheeks as your body breaks into a sheet of goosebumps. “gotta keep tryin’ s-she’ll take you eventually.” 

they talk about you like you’re not even there, using you in one way or another to get off but katsuki tries again, peeling his leather covered chest from your sweat slicked back and shoving his knee between your soaked thighs to part them even wider. deku groans as even more of your pulsating pussy stretching around the masked man is revealed to him. “it…h-hurts,” you hiccups, muscles in your hips locked despite how badly you want it. “y-you’re bigger than ‘zuku, katsuki,” and even though there is a twinge of pain every time the anti-hero fucks an inch of his length into you, you rock your hips back onto him— smiling to yourself as more of his girth sinks into you.

“ya hear that, shitty bug. your girlfriend thinks my cock is worth more than yours,” a contended, deep sigh lays wet on bakugou’s lips— teasing in tone as he ploughs onwards, his voice making your cunt shudder and grip onto his mushroomed, oozing tip, letting your cunt catch onto every ridge and bump and burned imperfection decorating his shaft. “tellin’ me how to fuck this pussy when he’s barely been in it himself, pathetic, hah sweetheart?” you should feel bad for agreeing, nodding your head feverently, but there’s hardly time to think what you say over. bakugou’s fingers, calloused from whatever birthed deadpool dance over your soft tummy, your hip bone to pacify the bite of your pain by fumbling with your pleasure bud, writing praise against it so you open him up like a flower in bloom— sweet nectar painting his entire hand, and again the skin of your thighs. 

“you gonna let him take you, love?” deku manages to ask over the drool filling his mouth and flooding the palette of his tongue. “i know you can, you’ve always been so good at doing what you’re told.” the rising temperature of the room turns his face as red as the suit cutting deliciously into your skin from behind, kacchan’s mask tough against your back and ass as he grinds his meaty cock into you. 

you shake your head yes for what feels like the millionth time, head lolling back to rest against deadpool’s shoulder— too weak to hold himself up since the added stimulation between your legs as you selfishly sucking more of the man in, letting his girth nestle itself against your warmth, churning you up just right. the more attention he pays to your clit, the more of himself he fucks into you until he’s able to bottom out, balls snug against your iron hot cunt. every movement, each twitch in the room comes to a standstill so everyone can adjust, your core rippling around katsuki and izuku beginning to cup his dick, waiting for his friend’s command to touch himself.

bakugou sets a steady rhythm to his hips, calculatedly making sure each one hits deep enough to smear his thick precum against your g-spot, his hips fluidly flowing into you like a rushing river— skin on skin echoing throughout the room. slick sounds accompany the tune of sex, izuku wrapping a firm hand around his own shaft, jerking himself off in tune with the speed at which katsuki passionately ruts into you— shameful and creamy as you swallow him up. deku fucks his fist like it’s your greedy little entrance, if he closes his eyes tight enough it feels just like you. sweat beads on his hairline like humiliation builds up in his bloodstream, carried about his body and straight to his arousal bleeding tip that his thumb circles over, pushing through the beads of precum at the slit. 

you feel everything, the slow stroke of deadpool’s creamed tip into your sluice and gooey insides, drowned in what feels like gallons of your essence— weakly rocking your hips down onto his, with tiny mewls that send both men into a frenzy. “couldn’t get your dick out for your girl but could for me fucking her? pathetic.” he sneers to your goody two shoes boyfriend, making him feel like even more of a pervert.

perhaps this does make him one, it’s been so long since izuku gave you the time of day and the attention that you needed— hanging his duty of Spider-Man just one peg above you always. he couldn’t even begin to imagine the amount of nights he’d left you, his loyal and sweet girlfriend unattended to because being the friendly neighbourhood hero garnered all of his focus. maybe being a little debauched was what your sex life needed,  for izuku to take a seat and really learn how to make you see stars. to have his lover ravaged and pounded into like a bitch needing to be fucked in heat.

that’s what he needed to wake up— see how much his baby needed him. “‘m sorry,” he hiccups, emerald gem eyes filled with crystalline tears that catch in his waterline, from pleasure or regret, your boyfriend can’t even tell. clear precum guides his movements, hips rising from the bed needily while his palm slides up and down his lengthy and chubby shaft, white caught in the fuzz of his pubic hair. “‘m sorry i’m no good at f-fucking her— shit, that i can’t keep it up. love, god…”

“fuck me, yer whiney,” deadpool laughs between heaves of his chest, concentrated on taking you to cloud nine— letting you know that he fucks you better than anyone who has before. “aren’t you embarrassed that a man like me has both you and your girl a mess? c’mon spidey, at least act like you hate me doing your job.” izuku howls at the degradation, and though your eyes are hazy, you swear that he’s swollen with an impending orgasm— the shredded latex that covers his hands squeezing at his weighty balls that look just about to burst. “still don’t know how a wet wimp like you managed to bag such a pretty lady, s’almost like she’s paid to be here,” 

licking a stripe up your neck, bakugou goes on, hands exploring every dip and curve in your body— pinching your sides and your clit and your nipples, nibbling on your shoulder and leaving marks where izuku would. “you know that right, that you’re fucking gorgeous,” his praise sends a shiver down your spine and butterflies in a frenzy within your lower tummy, leaving you gasping for air and a clenching mess. “moans sound so perfect, pussy swallowin’ me down… never met such a good girl, even when you’re crying like this.” 

“i-i’m a good girl?” you manage over the balls tapping your pearl at the centre of your viscous honeyed cunt, wet slaps bouncing off the wall. 

“so fucking good, sweetheart, love how you wrap around me, how you take this cock— you like it, i know you do,” he goes on, cupping your breasts as they bounce along with the rapid lunges of his hips, choking on a deep gripe of your name. “you like bein’ fucked while your boyfriend watches, you like that it’s me, don’t you? let’s play a game sweetheart, let’s pretend i’m your boyfriend who knows how to fuck you just right? yeah? get you all loved up and cockdrunk.” 

one second he’s balls deep, the early signs of katsuki’s release painting your guts as he churns them up, the next he’s got you flipped onto your back— your head by izuku’s lap and your thighs hiked over the latter’s broad, muscular shoulders. the whole world tilts on its axis, your head swimming and ears filled with cotton at the new angle, deadpool ramming into you missionary style and fucking you like he means it, like he loves you. 

“h-hah, k-katsuki…need more. need you!” you squeal, his tip grinding roughly against your g-spot over and over until it makes your vision shake. his pelvis is smooshed agonisingly against your swollen clit, stimulating you beyond belief, ripping you to shreds while every push and pull of his slender hips pieces you back together again. 

seeing him smirk above you as he cages you in against the soiled sheets with one hand above your head,  has you a sweating, wet mess— heavy tears clumped in your lashes at the view. deadpool’s…katsuki’s got to be attractive, you just know it. though his skin seems littered with rough, harsh scars, it glows golden under the artificial yellow lighting in your bedroom— tufts of blonde peek out from below the mask and you feel yourself grow woozy at his bright, white toothy grin. your hands, curious and needy, run from his slender and slutty waist up to his bulking arms and toned chest— mapping out his body built to kill, to fight, and when your arms wrap around his neck, you whimper with frustration, perhaps desperation— greedy eyes and cunt wanting more.

“take off your mask,” you beg between hiccuped cries, mouth hanging open when the mercenary’s speed picks up mercilessly. “wanna see your face… wanna know who’s f-fucking me this good.” 

cocking his head to the side, a rough thumb presses into your clit between your joined bodies. “ask me nice ‘n pretty, gorgeous. r’member who you’re talking to.” 

you keen into his touch, back arching off the bed and ankles locking just above his ass. you hear izuku above you, groaning at the sight before him— while his friend moulds you into the shape of his cock. “go on baby, know you can be good…use your manners,” he heaves, shifting so that his knees are either side of your head, fisting his cock rapidly over your tear soaked face.

“please,” you repeat to both of them, pout on your face, voice hoarse.“t-take off your mask, please.” it’s only fair he does as you ask, since both yourself and deku are practically naked— himself almost fully clothed.

pulling the hand locking you against him, bakugou uses it to rip off his mask— tossing it back into the room somewhere only to lean down close, squishing your cheeks between his rough fingers. “like what’cha see gorgeous?” his voice is thick with ecstasy, filtering through your ears like warm honey and filling you with a similar sense of heat. katsuki is a fucking god. where your boyfriend, deku, is pretty, adorable and sure does have his moments, deadpool is another kind of attractive— a scar from his battles running down the length of his chiselled face as if he’s been carved from the same marble used to make statues of gods. his eyes remind you of molten lava, red pools bubbling over with such intensity you might pass out. “‘cause i do, love how you look right now, pussy chokin’ my cock like you wanna milk it, clingin’ onto me. love it, sweetheart.” 

“love you,” you mewl in response, the world around you beginning to fall away— cease to exist, where the only feelings you know are katsuki’s shaft pressing up against your inner most sensitive spots and izuku tapping is leaky cock against your cheeks, wet moans of your name, tight and broken clinging to the air. “i love you, love your cock, love this, love you ‘zuku…” the three of you are a mess of juices splashing about the place and hot-to-the-touch skin, waves of clear liquid spewing from your puckered hole, creating a wet pap every time katsuki plunges back into you at unthinkable speeds. 

“you love me, hah? c’mere,” bakugou swoops down, a grip on the backs of your thighs as he pushes your knees towards your chest and connects his lips to your own. the new angle has all of his weight onto you, galaxies forming behind your eyes while he pounds into your foaming entrance with rhythmic claps. his tongue swipes over your bottom lip, delves into your mouth until you can feel him right in your throat and sucks on your lips until they’re swollen and raw. “gonna take care of you where the shitty bug can’t, keep this pretty body nice and full of my cock— fuck me baby, you’re so sweet.” he tells you like it’s a promise, fucks it right into that empty head of yours. 

while you grasp at sunshine locks, deku pants weakly behind you, strings of his near release dripping onto your face— his voice rising in octave. he’s trying so hard not to cum, savouring the pretty show being put on just for you, a front row seat to your sex grinding slick and lewdly up against bakugou’s, a creamy ring frothing around his base. “kacchan,” he cries, squeezing the bottom of his own dick to stave off his orgasm. “‘m gonna cum.” 

“no. you’re not. you wanna cum before your girlfriend does? no wonder why she’s so hungry for me cock you can barely last yourself,” although the blonde’s words are mean, evil enough to make your precious boyfriend hiccup with his own wave of tears, running low on stamina and hips rutting high into nothing, bakugou takes hold of deku’s chubby cock, guiding it before your lip locks and kisses. “suck, sweetheart. he cums, you get to cum, kay?” 

“uhuh,” you agree, pacified by having both of your entrances filled and let your strawberry tongue glide over izuku’s salty tip just the way he likes— hollowing your cheeks to suck him in nice and deep. 

between watching his girlfriend get her pussy destroyed by another man and having her swallow him down, tight throat constricting around him— there’s no way izuku can last any longer, especially when bakugou spits on to his shaft, rolling his balls too. he wants nothing more than to watch you both fall apart from him, switching his attention from your boyfriend to you, seemingly flipping a cold blade out of nowhere to press against your throat— knowing it’ll only get you wetter, sloppier and messier, messing with your mind.

it gets you to clench just right too. 

“fuck…that’s it, fuckin’ shit…” katsuki seems to have no control over his body either, barely holding back but the sight of your throat bulging for deku and your creamed cunt is enough to send him over the edge. he chokes on a moan of relief, tip nudging your g-spot and hands shaking with the treat of cutting your pretty throat as he runs towards his orgasm. “g-god sweetheart, got me breedin’ you. fuck, you want it bad,” static nearly blinds the anti-hero, curses spilling from his lips like his gum that spills into you in hot white ropes. he hisses, pulling his cock from your spasming hole and jerks himself off through the rest of his high, cumming and cunning until it splatters up your soft, marked tummy and over your ruined pussy lips. 

“can i cum now? c-can i? d-don’t think i can— oh baby… h-hold it!” your spider-man boyfriend comes next, thick and right down your throat until you choke on his heavy seed as it pours out by the corner of your swollen lips— he has to web your wrists together to stop you from pinching his freckled thighs so that he pulls out, the rest of his hot load shooting over your face, tangling in your eyelashes as his body convulses above your own.

with his breathing evening out, bakugou takes hold of his weighty length, smearing his seed into your skin and over your ravaged mound— knowing that you sit on the edge of your own release, a stunning mess of tears and cum and juices. “think it’s your turn, hah, pretty girl?” he grins wide at how you can barely manage to nod, and exhausted from the night’s activities. the blonde mercenary only tuts, slapping his cockhead against your clit, pushing it into your slit along with globs of his cum until the knot in your stomach twists, unravelling violently and all at once, release splattering out against his stomach, in a clear stream. “there you go, doin’ so well.” 

“so well beautiful,” izuku parrots, mesmerised by the way your face contorts into an adorable pout while you cum, coated in his own release that spreads over his tongue as he leans down to kiss you slow, and encouragingly to swallow the scream you let out. 

the three of you collapse a pile of over exerted limbs, with deku checking you over like the hero he truly is. 

“so, same time next fuckin’ week?” deadpool asks, grinning when you agree hastily. “and oi, you lot. don’t go askin’ for a part two. it ain’t happenin’, it’s a private screening.”

deku hums in agreement too, but makes a mental note to ask iron man to make him a looser suit, for practical reasons of course— not so it’s easier for him to fuck you, or anything.

#𓆩♱𓆪. 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑'𝟐𝟐 #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou x you #deku x reader #deku smut #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou fanfic #tteokdoroki #katsuki bakugou smut #izuku midoriya smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou thirst #tw: flashing #tw: cucking #tw: voyeurism #tw: knifeplay

[cer-rata]

Respawn is a conceptual fever dream. Like I don't believe that Ra's would clone a whole ass child just to torture and use to harvest organs from?? Like I'm not saying he isn't capable of that level of evil (though I don't think he SHOULD be), but that's not his brand of messed up. Random sadism? In my Ra's? Why do they keep trying to make alarming genetic experiments an al Ghul thing? Not to mention that it's just WASTEFUL to create a kid with Slade's abilities and just... Not do anything useful with him. Truly baffling trauma fodder character.

But...

He's a dumb lil baby with maybe one braincell. Like he's precious to the point where even Slade, canonical enemy to all children, especially his own, can't even treat him poorly. Or maybe that was just bad out of character writing, idk. Like he's based his entire personality on hating Damian because of his aforementioned insane backstory and even then he's not completely married to that, he has three vaguely antagonist conversations with him and he's like "Huh. Maybe I don't hate you as much as I thought I did." Like he's a disaster, a ridiculous ridiculous disaster and I should hate that he exists but he's just so endearing somehow. And then he dies, and then he inexplicably shows up at the end of Robin #17, and sure I guess his name IS respawn but still what? And then just doesn't show up for dark crisis for some reason even though his death was the inciting incident really and--

Just LOOK at him trying to be ominous. It's too late baby boy, we know you're a cringefail desperate for a hug, literally no one is afraid of you, come sit down and eat your applesauce. Like he's almost a better parody of Slade's brand of edge than Deadpool!

Your Honor, I love him??? His story is so bad but I love him???

#dc comics #respawn #slade wilson #damian wayne #dc editorial answer for your crimes #but let me have this

[loganlostitall]

D!

A pairing I wish I liked but just can’t:

I don’t think I have any for TWD! I have some I definitely like, definitely don’t like, like, don’t like, and am neutral about, but I don’t think there’s a single one that I’ve said “hmm, that’s interesting but I can’t get into it.” Maybe… maybe Rickyl and Desus? They don’t bug me but I don’t take the time to read them! The idea catches my attention and then I move on🤔

There are definitely some from other fandoms of mine that I have wished I could get into before, though. I know it’s an unpopular opinion but Fiona Gallagher and Jimmy/Steve from Shameless can’t snatch me. I get the ick when I see that man, even if he was technically her best relationship on the show. Also the same with Debbie Gallagher and Sandy Milkovich, I just dislike Debs way too much to even appreciate that we got a new LGBTQ+ pairing lol.

I’ve been a fan of Marvel and DC for as long as I can remember so there’s a handful there as well. For the ships in the MCU as well as Marvel Comics, cannot get into Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. They don’t even ick me but I never saw the appeal either. Same with Thor and Jane Foster. AAAAAGHHHHHHH!!!!! I used to hate them together adamantly but after the latest Thor film I had a little bit of “I wish I could get into it.” Can’t really get into… literally any Wade Wilson ships, including his current non-binary partner despite the initial excitement for more DP LGBTQ+ rep. I’m a massive Deadpool fan but I have no interest any time there’s a comic run w romance. Maybe that’s just my diehard Spideypool obsession… I think so actually since I’m not fond of Peter Parker x Mary Jane Watson/Michelle Jones or Peter x Gwen Stacy with the only exception of TASM 1&2. Pete and Wade are.. honestly.. probably my full-on fav ship 😭

Rounding back to DC Comics, my dislike for Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle is completely purposeless, just don’t like it ig, every comic run with them getting married makes my lip curl which is just strange because I’m a sucker for hero x villain/anti-hero. Idk. Something in my brain also refuses to allow me to get into any Bruce Wayne x Talia Al Ghul storylines because of the one singular comic run where it was revealed that she rped and baby-trpped him. Justice for my Batsy boy. At least Damian came out of it! I also… may get crucified for the fact that I have no interest in Clark Kent x Lois Lane, or Dick Grayson x Princess Koriand'r, despite finding them precious. And for a fandom ship, I neutrally dislike Superbat.

Long ass answer but these are my biggest fandoms and ur already used to me talking a lot! Sorry bestie.

#ask game #the walking dead #Rick grimes #daryl dixon #paul jesus rovia #shameless #shameless show #Fiona Gallagher #jimmy/steve shameless #Debbie Gallagher #sandy milkovich #marvel #mcu #marvel comics #tony stark #pepper potts #thor #jane foster #wade wilson #peter parker #mj watson #michelle jones #gwen stacy #Bruce Wayne #selina kyle #talia al ghul #damian wayne #clark kent #starfire #ships I don’t like but wish I could

[fantasticstoryteller]

New Dynasty Chapter 1

Deadpool watched as Spiderman’s leg tapped to an off-beat rhythm while the hero was faced away. While he normally had no problems watching Spidey tap out while they were resting—

[He could tap us out any day.]

{Think that’s how he keeps his butt pretty?}

—he could tell something was bothering the guy. “So—anything new?” Spiderman grunts, but otherwise doesn’t reply. “Aliens, tin cans, checking out my ass like I check out yours…”

The last usually goaded a reply of some kind out of the spider. Usually a chuckle or a shift in position. This time he’s silent for a full minute before replying. “People keep following me,” he grumbled. “It’s—unnerving.”

[Must be bad. He’s opening up to us.]

{Why hasn’t he told Stark if he’s so freaked?}

“Good question. Have you told old Tin Can about the people following you?”

Spiderman stilled. “I did,” he said. Deadpool could hear the frustration in his voice. “He thinks I’m imagining it,” he spat out.

“That doesn’t make sense. You never imagine things like that. Or good things, like people naked.” The suit turned to look at him, but Deadpool ignored it. “I feel certain that Old Rusty knows that. He should know that. I mean, you share the same tower and everything and he should have a rough idea of your abilities.”

Spiderman relaxed, slightly. “He does,” the spider informed him. “Problem is…I’m not being followed as Spiderman. And, well…” His voice trailed off.

Deadpool frowned. He knew—well, he thought he knew—that Tony Stark, AKA Iron Man, knew that Peter Parker was Spiderman. Hell, the man had adopted him five years ago. About the same time that Spiderman started running around in his high-tech suit, so—so he had to know, right?

And he should be even more worried if he didn’t know that Peter was Spiderman, simply because he was known as Stark’s adopted son and even if Peter was the most bland person in the universe (which he totally wasn’t, by the way), Stark had more enemies than a stray dog had fleas. Seriously. The man had almost as many enemies as Deadpool himself.

“You,” the mercenary asked hesitantly, “want to come back to my place? After patrol?” After that aborted attempt to take Peter home, the two hadn’t shared a confined space together. And it had taken a week for the spider to even talk to the merc, thank you very much author.

I told you not to let him pick up the binoculars.

To his surprise the spider relaxed. “Sure,” he said. “That would—that would be nice. Do you mind—if I bring some stuff? So I can stay a few days?”

Deadpool felt his heart leap. “Ab-so-lute-ly!” he yelled. He jumped up to hug Spiderman, who dodged, only for Deadpool to fall off the roof. Before he actually impacted with the ground a string of webbing caught one foot and stopped the fall before gently lowering him to the pavement below. He looked up at the arachnid who jumped lightly to the ground next to him. “I can heal,” he felt obliged to remind the hero.

“I know you can,” Spiderman retorted. “Just as I know—” He whirled, stiffened, and groaned. “That convenience store is being robbed.”

“The one with the giant green square?” Deadpool asked. “Baby boy, I know you like helping people, but trust me—” The spider was gone and he got up, cursing slightly.

Spiderman helped people, but aside from a few quick quips and one-liners didn’t really talk to them. If he had, he’d know that the night clerk at that particular location was more than capable of taking care of herself. Then again, maybe it would do Spiderman good to learn that there were people in the city who didn’t need saving on a regular basis.

[Or maybe she’ll take exception to him interrupting her. You remember what happened to the last idiot to try and rob that store.]

{Yeah, let’s try to keep that perky ass from getting stabbed again.}

It should be easier to keep him from getting stabbed, Deadpool thought as he made his way to the store seconds behind Spiderman. I mean, he has that whole spidey-sense thing to tell him when bad stuff is coming.

Deadpool reached the store, just in time to see the scene. The robber had a gun to the clerk’s head. The clerk’s eyes were narrowed, hands in her pockets, where Deadpool knew she kept her knives. The robber whipped his gun around, fired it at Spiderman (who dodged) and the clerk stabbed him in the leg before stomping on his foot, and slamming her knee into his head to knock him out. She popped her gun. “Either one of you strapping young gentlemen mind hauling this carcass out of my store before he bleeds all over my floor?”

“Oh, me! Me!” said Deadpool happily as he flung the unconscious robber over his shoulder. “And seltzer water and lemon for blood,” he added as he deposited the would-be robber on the ground outside.

“Not on tile,” drawled the clerk.

“Do you need us to call the police, or—”

“Eh, he’ll be fine.” The clerk was already getting a mop bucket. “I stabbed him in the Vastus Lateralis. If he takes it easy for a while he won’t even know he was stabbed in a week.” She ran the mop over the few drops that had spilled, making sure to get them all up. Then she paused and pointed at Deadpool. “And I’m still not selling you beer without an ID.”

“But honey!” protested Deadpool. “You should make an exception for me!”

She snorted. “I make an exception for you every time you waltz in here with that mask on and I don’t call the police.”

“Speaking of the police—”

“Honey, trust me,” the clerk said as she wheeled the bucket back to a corner. “They have enough problems. And I can’t get hazard pay,” she added. “I’ve tried.”

[The confused look on his face is precious.]

{We can’t see it through the mask, idiot.}

[But I bet it looks precious.]

“So, let’s go see if there’s other crime we need to stop,” Deadpool said, slinging an arm around Spiderman’s shoulders.

“Feel free to come back,” the clerk called. “As long as you’re not trying to buy anything age restricted,” she added.

“Aw, Cheery loves it when people visit the store,” Deadpool said as he pulled Spiderman out of it. The robber was, conveniently, already gone.

“You know some weird people DP,” Spiderman said. “All right,” he said cocking his head. “Bank robbery four streets down.”

“That one we should stop.”

#Spider-Man #Deadpool #Spideypool

[ajokeformur-ray]

I watched Joker tonight and typed out my thoughts as they occurred to me. Unedited; typos are guaranteed. I did this a few months ago and really enjoyed looking back at my thought process and I wanted to do it again so that I can look back and know that what I feel is real and true in my darkest times.

You're welcome to skip this; it's under a cut for ease of doing so. Warnings for occasional sexual comment lmao. There’s no self shipping in this, I don’t think.

word count: 2, 575.

I’M SOBBING and I’ve only just pressed play.

Heart squeeze Chest much ow

THERE HE IS

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Nooooo baby omg don’t pretend - let yourself hurt if it hurts. Don’t pretend. 

Carnival Carnival Carnivalllllllll 😍😍😍😍😍

I am a Simp for one clown and his name is Carnival

Someone help him, I????

That sign hit Arthur as hard as my love for him did ksksksk

MY EYES BE LEAKIN💔💔💔💔💔

bb nooooo

Oh honey let me kiss those bruises and replace the marks of violence with love, hm? You’re safe with me.

Breathe, my love. Don’t fight the laughter. Let it out, let yourself go. 

Screams into a pillow because????? much sad must kiss

“have you been keeping up with your journal?” LIKE HE HAS TIME

oHHHHH boi’s close to losing his shit

Do it, Artie. Give ‘em hell.

“I think I did” YOU TELL HER!!💖💖💖

I want to be his cigarette. Where’s Satan??? I got a new deal for my blackened soul which he took at half price😂😂😂😂

I’d have my hand between the door and his head so fuckin fast I swear

“I just don’t wanna feel so bad anymore” yep SAME

ohhhh peekaboo🥺🥺🥺

this makes me giggle ksksksk i watch this scene when i feel sad bc it always makes me happy for the time it’s on

he’s so good with kids; he doesn’t have to try and think about what’s funny, he just does it, he’s himself and it works

FUCK OFF LADY CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S STRUGGLING????

give

him

back

his

card

casually wrinkling my nose against tears lmao

ohhh the way he looks up at those stairs from the bottom

i can feel his exhaustion

me too, my love

step step step step

god i wanna get him the fuck outta gotham

and into my arms and a soft, warm blanket

“eat. you need to eat” LITERALLY WHAT I TELL MYSELF EVERY DAY IN HIS VOICE BC OTHERWISE I JUST WOULDNT EAT???? I’m losing so much weight asdfghjk its not enough tho

SUPAH RATS

Did Arthur come up w that joke or was it actually a Murray joke????

HIS VOICE IS SO SOFT IM CRY??🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I WAS PUT HERE TO SPREAD JOY AND LAUGHTER”

YOU DO BABY, YOU DO!!!! EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!!

go deepthroat a cactus randall - youre already a bit of a prick so🙃🙃🙃

“THE GUYS THINNK YOU’RE A FREAK BUT I LIKE YOU”

HOYT. YOU CAN GO SIT ON A CACTUS TOO

FUCK OFF

😡😡😡😡

“WHY WOULD ANYONE STEAL A SIGN”//”WHY DOES ANYONE DO ANYTIHNG?” HOYT YOU’RE SO FUCKING ILLOGICAL HERE IM????? ERIKA DOES NOT (ALSO WILL NOT LMAO IM A STUBBORN BIITCH) COMPUTE

Can arthur fuck me like he pounds the trash/????🥵🥵👀

those dark curls.... that crooked tooth... must kiss.🥺🥺🥺

pennys casual cruelty makes me so fucking angry

foreshadowingggggg ~  *JAZZ HANDS*

ugh the way he dances with that gun im👀🥵🥵🥵

he enjoys the power of it and his breathing gets deeper asdfghjk

clumsy baby omggggg i just COOED 🥺🥺🥺🥺

okay maybe im stupid but i genuinely dont understand this “senior who needs to graduate” skit i’m??? how is being an intro to western civ student funny im???? someone explain???

but also dont bc fuck that guy lmao arthur’s hilarious

true millenial humour (and brit humour lmao we’re dark asf)

THE WAY ARTIE TWIRLS HIS FINGERS AROUND HIS HAIR AND DANCES IN HIS SEAT IM???🥺🥺🥺

wanna curl up on his lap at night when hes writing and go to sleep with a 

blanket around our bodies🥺🥺🥺🥺

when arthur wears a shirt at home you KNOW it’s a daydream

THAT CROOKED TOOTH IM WANT KISS.

WAIT IS IT CALLED STAND UP COMEDY BC YOU STAND UP... AND ITS COMEDY???

23 FUCKING YEARS, PEOPLE... TO REALISE THAT🙄

WHEN CARNIVAL CAME ON SCREEN I NTHE HOSPITAL I MADE A PORNOGRAPHIC NOISE LMAO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

IF YOURE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT, SHOOT MURRAY

WOOPS WRONG LYRICS

😂

“doctor of laughter”🥺🥺🥺🥺

doctor i have a case of the Big Sad can you... do an exam? 😉😏

NO BB DONT BEAT YOUR HEAD UP THERES PRECIOUS CARGO IN THERE

in what world does chucking cold greasy chips in a girls hair being “nice”???

lmao fuck these guys

ohhh honey breathe. dont fight it, my love, just breathe.

my heart’s breaking for you, you sweet thing🥺🥺🥺

i love you so so so so so so so much ugh you’re an actual fucking angel

just breathe darling

i need to get you a cup of tea with honey in it, your throat must be so sore

ohhhh baby im so sorry

i’d take every single punch if i could

i’d die for you

i wish i could protect you

i wish i could look after you

and take all those hits

and kill those guys for you

im so sorry

sobbingggg

YES GOOD MAN THANK YOUUU

KILL THOSE ASSHOLES LMAO DESERVED IT

yeah i have a grey morality... im similar to deadpool in that way tbh

carnival comin’ to kill your insecurities

8 bullets in a 6 chamber???? mm-hm

DONT FORGET YOUR BAG THATS EVIDENCE

AND THE WIG

RUN BABY RUNNNNNNN

GO GO GO GOOOOOOOOOOOO

RUN LIKE THE WIND BULLSEYE

THE SOUND OF HIS FEET SLAPPING THE PAVEMENT IM👀

OOOOOH JOKER’S WAKIN’ UUUUUUP

fuck he’s so hypnotic

the way he runs his hand down his lower stomach asdfghj🥵

must kiss the inner tendons on his wrists and lick the blood off his face 

must kiss

he moves like water

fuck hes so fluid

bathroom scene = the scene in which my heart and vagina clench at the same time

im WANT

T POSEEEEEEEE

“i still owe you for that, dont i?”

PUNCH OUT IS MY FAVOURITE THING E  V  E  R

D O N T S M I LE

UGH I FUCKING HATE being told to smile if i don’t fucking want to so BIG mood

PLEASE SHUSH ME THE WAY YOU JUST SHUSHED PENNY IM???

but also dont lmao bc i’ll think you’re mad at me and i’ll hide in the bedroom for the rest of the day lmao i’m sensitive✨✨✨

i wanna sit on his lap and still his bouncing knees

“thats not funny”

fuck off penny yes it is

I JUST CHOKED ON MY COFFEE IM???

“but i do” god the  P O W E R

ugh that fucking sexist piece of shit comedian can choke “women look at sex like buying a car” 🤢🤮🤢🤢🤮

chauvinistic pigs can die thanks

his lil trip upstage im cry🥺🥺🥺

ohhh baby. just breathe, darling. it’s okay to be scared. dont fight it. just breathe. 

he and i both cover our mouths when we laugh/smile in the exact same way and it makes me feel closer to him

how can they think hes laughing at himself when hes literally gagging????

people only see what they wanna

the Penny imitation is👌👌👌

s m i l e

i remember when i came home from seeing this for the first time, i got home and dropped to my knees to cry in the bathroom. it was such an emotional release and so much love and i played smile to try to make myself smile but i only made myself cry harder lmaooooo ~ 

smile and thats life are my go-to songs if i gotta cheer tf up

danger sign = neither works

he looks so soft after his “date”🥺🥺🥺

“thats life” yeah but murray you dont even leave the studio so how do you know????

ngl arthur’s anger scares me.

anyone so much as raise their voice at me and i’ll cry really bad and i will shut myself away for the rest of the day and quiet anger terrifies me so his banging abt in the kitchen would freak me tf out😲

angry bb😭

he controls his anger so fast though omgggg ~ 

that soft please sends me

idk where it sends me lmao

down below probably

BARE FACED CARNIVAL OMG THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE

I LOVE THE MATCHING COLOURS ON ARTHUR AND BRUCE TOO ???

okay but the implication that arthur always carries a clown nose on him is🥺🥺🥺

hes such a good clown im?????

lmao im enjoying the show more than bruce is skskskk

arthur’s lil chuckle makes me🥺

his HUMMING im??? soft?????

his brows are so strong and dark omggg ~ he’s so beautiful

OKAY i’ll be honest i’ve seen this alfred/bruce scene and the thomas bathroom scene later on and the penny flashback scene a 100 times and i still dont fucking understand what did or didnt happen regarding arthur’s parentage im????

 ive seen interpretations to say he is thomas’ son and some to say he isnt and i still cant decide so? im stupid i guess 🙃

“a clown thing?” the  s a s s

“it’s exit only” yeah so’s my ass🙃

if i was there in the hospital room i woulda turned that tv off as soon as i realised what clip was gonna play

murray’s cruelty is d i s g u s t i n g

lmao hes an asshole

arthurs lil clap from joyyyyy ~ 🥺🥺🥺

did i say murray???

i meant  m u r r a t

🙃🙃🙃

sneaky baby

wayne hall either has super bad security or arthurs v quick on his feet

🤔🤔🤔🤔

he looks so good in red omggg ~ 

f o r e s h a d o w i n g

arthurs smile when hes watching chaplin is how he smiles when we all gush to each other abt him and ourselves!!!

hes so cuuuuuute🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰

“told me what” 

ohhhh honey🥺🥺 im so sorry. “crazy” is a trigger word for arthur; it made him start laughing in the bathroom with thomas

“touch my son again ill fucking kill you” yeah?? touch my arthur again and i’ll fucking kill you🙃🙃🙃🙃

^^^ that ones a joke do not come at me

the clerk in arkham was nice to arthur - he, gary and sophie are the good gothamites.

none of it was enough to stop his descent into joker, though, and i’d even say it was too late right at the beginning of the film, too... 

his sock puppet thingy “they cut all those” is such a Joker thing to doooo ~ 

the way arthur’s laughing in the hall at arkham turns into sobbing is gut-wrenching omg the poor thing😭

i wanna hug him and protect him and help him to process this in a healthy way

sweetheart, if i could take all of your pain and put it onto me... i so would. i’d do it in a heartbeat.

i wanna get you into a hot shower, make you some food and sit and listen to you. we can either sit in silence or you can talk to me, my love, and you will be heard and understood and loved.

“i had a bad day”

IT’S OKAY I DIDNT NEED MY HEART ANYWAY OMG YOU POOR SWEET INNOCENT THING IM LOVE YOU🥺💔

THAT ENTIRE LATE NIGHT SCENE LAUGH/SOBBING GOT ME -

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i just wanna hold you and protect you and help you and love you

I’m so fucking sorry, darling. i wish i could take it all away from you

“i havent been happy one minute of my entire fucking life”

NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT ANGELIC AFTER COMMITING MATRICIDE IM????

get

that

fucking

gun

away

from

your

face

boi dont test me ill fucking go feral or - no, tell you what, i’ll point the gun at me and see how you like it

im looking respectfully at the green speckled undies scene....👀👀👀

“coming” 😏😏😏

“my mum died im celebrating” and “i stopped taking my medication” and you STILL stayed in the apartment with Arthur????? dudes those are 🚨🚨🚨 signs

woe betide anyone who underestimates arthur fleck lmaoooo

randalls death scene makes me laugh every time omg i feel so vindictive

get WRECKED

i wanna lick the blood off his face. i really want to

ngl i think i have a blood kink... 

“dont look just go” ME WITH MY ACNE WHEN I SEE IT IN THE MIRROR 😂😂😂😂

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKER 

ASDFGHJKL

J

O

K

E

R

ERIKA.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERRRRRR

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 MY BABY MY MAN OMG THERE HE IS IM CRY???????😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

my mind is literally blank rn im just staring and crying and smiling so hard my face hurts????? im love him so so so so much

sweet thing’s so used to pain he gets HIT BY A CAR AND KEEPS GOING????

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

hghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

euirrrrrrgkjbgkfbirsghigrbugr

*incoherent keyboardsmash to portray utter love*

ohhh baby no dont cry. oh honey😭 i wanna sit on your lap and kiss your tears away

“i love dr sally”

you have a WIFE at home

“DO YOU REMEMBER?” THAT WAS YOUR CUE TO APOLOGISE LMAO GET FUCKED MURRAT

he’s so CUTE

omgggg ~ 

my hearts gonna give out its SQUEEZING SO HARD IT HURTS

YOU MOCK THEM, BABY!!! THEY GOT IT COMING

“i wanna get it right” hes so passionate

my comments have deceased in number bc im just too starstruck and in love to even think clearly lmao

jokers all i know rn and this is the most peaceful ive felt in WEEKS

im sobbing

ugh fuck this hurts so BAD

youre speaking the truth, darling. im so so proud of you and i love you so much

“THEY COULDNT CARRY A TUNE TO SAVE THEIR LIVES” LMAO INSIDE JOKESSS

literally sobbing right now ugh what the fuck youre in so much pain and in the middle of a breakdown and no one saw you

ugh baby im so sorry, you deserve so much better

you tried so hard and you were gonna fall no matter what

IN THE WHITE ROOM

“hi” baby they cant hear you but im COOING 🥺🥺🥺🥺

you’re so fucking cute

say the word and ill burn gotham to the fucking ground for you

i wanna sit atop that car and cradle your head in my lap and wipe the blood off your face and help you stand up and be there for you and and and😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love you so so so much. 

i’d be so much worse off without you in my life. you brought a splash of colour which has never dimmed or faded. it never will. 

b l o o d    s m i l e

=

im wearing my inside on the outside now and it still hurts

angel💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i see you and your pain. i love you.

i see you, angel. 

his genuine laughter is🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

that cute lil “ksksks” he does im🥺🥺🥺

i always laugh with him omg the two of us are laughing together ugh its the closest i will ever get to sharing in his joy

 t h a t ‘s    l i f e

i love the hallway daaaaaaaaaaaaaance ~ 

them hips dont lie😉😉😉

i love you i love you i love you i love you omg the sun’s like a halo ugh i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you im singing along to thats life while i type out how much i love you at 220am lmaooooo ~ 

i   l o v e    y o u

#erileck #<- ref tag #arthur fleck #joker 2019 #erika talks

[beth--b]

Sleep

It was late, or early really, and Wade was laying in bed watching Peter sleep.

Some days he still couldn’t believe that this was his reality. That somehow, even though he was obviously not worthy, that the man beside him was his.

He brushed a stray hair off Peter’s forehead and the younger man turned in his sleep and relaxed against Wade’s hand.

The merc shook his head with a small smile and shifted into a more comfortable position, now that Peter had commandeered his hand as a pillow.

Even before Weapon X he had never imagined that he would be laying beside someone as precious as his Baby Boy and be able to say those three little words that could make or break a person. To hear them in return, over and over.

He was a mess, and he had been even before he became Deadpool.

Mercenaries didn’t get happy endings. At least not usually. So, for this night, like many others when he couldn’t sleep, he would lay beside his Petey and just be grateful. He would be grateful for any and all of the moments he had. Maybe one day someone would manage to take out Spider-Man, or maybe something would happen when he was just being Peter Parker. When that day came Wade knew he wouldn’t rest until he found a way to end things on a permanent basis. But that day was not today.

For today he would relax and hold his love and eventually let the sound of his sleeping Petey’s breathing lull him to sleep.

#spiderpool #spider-man fanfiction #deadpool #spider-man #fanfiction

[ao3-spideypool]

SING

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3fhED8K

by anneryn7

AU. "Baby Boy, you know what I've been thinkin'? I've been thinkin' that we could use some fun. Not just us, but our Avenger buddies, too. Plus, don't think I forgot about the possibility of karaoke. HawtGuy, Spider-Mom, Norse Adonis, Bionic Man, America's Ass, and the Friendly Green Giant are guaran-damn-teed to put on a good show. IronDad will be so jelly bean, when he looks down on us, and sees us havin' a bangin' time without him, B-T-Dubs. Like, lime green Jell-O. We should invite Tall, Dark, and Nerdy, and MJ, too. I will wipe the floor with you." Peter's boyfriend exclaimed with glee.

"And what do I get, when I win?" Peter mused. He smirked, as he watched the look of donning wash over Wade's face. Wade just opened his mouth and gaped.

"Y-You seem awfully smug, Petey-Pie." Wade frowned. Peter chuckled, before stretching onto his tiptoes, to kiss his boyfriend's nose.

"That I am." Peter agreed. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He just needed a little help to pull it off.

"Should I be worried? You can have whatever you want, my luscious little lemon drop. But if I win, I finally get that eat that ass."

Words: 1813, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of My Spideypool Romance

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types, Deadpool (Movieverse)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Scott Lang, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers

Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Peter Parker & Wade Wilson

Additional Tags: Tom Holland as Rihanna, Precious Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Bottom Peter Parker, Teen Peter Parker, First Time, First Time Bottoming, Lip Sync Battle, Dancing, Dirty Dancing, Umbrellas, Sassy Wade, Top Wade Wilson, BAMF Wade Wilson, Ass Play, Ass to Mouth, Eating, Love, Idiots in Love, Boys In Love, Dorks in Love, Declarations Of Love, True Love, Dressing in Drag, america's ass, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Gay Sex

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3fhED8K

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #spideypool

[theguildedtypewriter]

8,9 and 10 for one of your favorite pairings??

Hot Damn Jazz! I guess we’ll go with the boys again. Alright, this is gonna get long...

8. Made a sacrifice for the one another?

It’d been three days. That’s it. Just three days. And yet it was like an entire life had been experienced and not one he’d ever thought possible.

There were demons. Okay, he knew that much, but now he’d really seen it. That was a different thing altogether. 

Demons. Real, actual demons running around and making fire and poofing things into existence and not dying apparently. 

Than.

That damn demon was... was something he’d never be rid of, even if Chayne did leave.

God. He was supposed to leave. Now was his chance. If he stayed... It would mean giving up everything he knew, everything he had left of his life before all this. For Christ sake's his mother had just died. Only a few months ago, and now there was all this?

What was he supposed to do? Just dive into a world of violence and constant threats and demons? Real, actual demons.

“Christ.”

It was time. It really was. He needed to go and be safe.

But that also meant being alone. 

Sure, he could meet someone else eventually, but someone like Than? Nope. That was one in a million. But it wasn’t like Than was ready for something serious. At least he didn’t act like it, and that was what Chayne wanted from him. Chanye hadn’t really ever asked him though. And being with him made Chayne feel...

Alive. Wholly, truly, and for the first time in his entire sick life. 

“I thought you’d be gone.”

Than’s voice shook Chayne out of his head and made him jump slightly. Sneaky bastard.

“Yeah, I...”

“What? Is something keeping you?” 

Much as he tried to hide it, Chayne could see the want in Than’s eyes.

“Yeah.”

“You won’t be safe here. Even I can’t protect you from everything.”

“True.”

Than took a step closer. “And you’d be leaving Nola permanently. You couldn’t go back there.”

Chayne also took a step closer. “True.”

Another step. “And I’m a demon. We’re all demons. Chaos and magick is par for the course.”

Chayne mimicked him. “True.”

They were face to face. “I... I would be here though. I wouldn’t just flake out on you. I’d... I’d stay.”

Chayne met Than’s eyes and for a minute they just stared at each other. Silence and hope swirling around them like a heavy fog.

But then their lips were meeting, and Chayne was pulling Than so close to his chest there wasn’t anything between them. Nothing.

Than pulled back slightly. “This isn’t a smart decision.”

Chayne puts his hands on either side of Than’s face. “I really don’t give a fuck.”

9. Had a disagreement

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“I most certainly am not. It’s the best film ever made.” Than put his hands on his hips.

“Deadpool? Seriously? Best film ever made? Babe, that’s not... I don’t think you understand what a film is.” Chayne was shaking his head when Than plopped down next to him on the couch.

“Umm, moving pictures thank you very much. And Deadpool qualifies as that. And it’s the best ever. Ever.”

“Oh, hun. I think we need to diversify your movie intake. Action movies does not a film education make.” Chayne nibbled on some popcorn that Than made to perfection. It was his specialty after all.

“We do not. I’ve seen the best film ever made, and its sequel that we’re currently watching, and am therefore educated. Now, shh. The baby legs part is coming up.” 

Than silenced any more convo with a kiss and then got back to watching the hilarity that was the D-Man with a baby’s ass. Film perfection.

10. Realized they were meant to be together

It takes Chayne a bit longer but this is when Than knew.

“No family?” Chayne raised an eyebrow, and Than was ready to hear the stream of pity flow out of his mouth, “Me too.”

That stopped him in his tracks. 

“Oh.”

“You didn’t think you were the only orphan out there did you?” Chayne raised his brows at him.

“No. I just... That sucks.”

It was strange. He’d been on the other end of the conversation plenty of times. Heard the “oh no, I’m so sorry,” enough times to make him sick. But here on this side of the table, staring at a human he’d met a day ago, and Than felt something far worse than sick or annoyed or pitied.

He ached. 

Chayne did not deserve a life of loneliness or pain. He did not deserve to feel abandoned as Than did. He was too precious.

“It does. But, I’m here when I shouldn’t be. Got a brand-new ticker, beating away. So it’s not all horrible. And someone died to give me this heart, so I’m going to make the most of it.”

Than thought of his chest. The one scar that had remained after all the times he’d died. An autopsy had been performed on him. He should have been dead. But he wasn’t. It was the same as Chayne but someone did give him this gift, his parents. And maybe he ought not to waste it. Like Chayne wasn’t.

“I think I’d really like to see you make the most of it. I bet there’s a freak trapped in there.”

Than pulled out Chayne’s shirt and peaked down to see a tight ass six pack. But he was soon shoved off, and Chayne was smiling at him. 

Gods that smile. I’ll never get enough of it. Never.

#writeblr #my writing #asks #otp prompts #thanatos voss #chayne labelle #dead heart beating #my boys #than and chayne

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Changing (12)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, X-MEN, DEADPOOL

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION - Sequel to Name Calling

After merging with your bloodthirsty alternate personality things start getting a little dicey. You’ve got two decades worth of anger to sort through, a feral mutation to figure out how to live with, a biological father who you hate trying to teach you control and if your wedding planner suggests teal for the bridesmaids again you might just eat her liver.

Luckily you have Bucky Barnes by your side, helping you figure things out. What Bucky doesn’t know is that you have found an outlet for the uncontrollable rage, one that absolutely nobody can know about. If your friends and family knew that you were out slaughtering people in the dead of night while they slept, they might be a little annoyed. Wade Wilson is happy to keep your secret though, so long as you keep bribing him with Mexican food.

For as long as you could remember, all you had wanted was to be good. Now you’re seeing the temptation in the darkness.

  Twelve - The Hens

“Ladies... and boys. Please join me in raising your glasses for my best friend...”

 “My Best friend.” Sam interrupted.

 “I think we all know that Daddypool is her best friend.” Wade interjected.

“Alright, tell these jokers I’m your bestie so I can finish my toast.” Darcy demanded, turning to you.

 “Yeah, Peaches, who do you love the most?” Wade added.

 Sam just looked at you expectantly.

 “Alright, you want me to settle this once and for all?” You asked them.

 “Yes.” They said in unison.

 “You really want to know why my best friend is, who I love most. Besides Bucky, my parents and Erlo?” You double checked.

 “YES!”

 “Are you sure?”

 “Just tell us or I’m going to taze you.” Darcy threatened.

 You leaned in like it was a secret.

 “Well it’s not one of the two idiots I had to bail out of jail.” You said.

 “That was Douchepools fault!” Sam whined as Darcy cackled.

 “Do you think she’ll taze me if I ask nicely?” Wade whispered to you and you shot him a thumbs up.

 “As I was saying... Please raise your glasses for the gorgeous, sexy, slightly terrifying boss ass QUEEN that is MY best friend.” Darcy announced and everyone raised their glass to toast you.

 You swallowed the champagne and pouted, it was supposed to have Asgardian liquor in it. You threw a betrayed look at Natasha and she winked at you as a waiter came over with a tray of drinks and put them down in front of you.

 “One of every Avengers themed cocktail for the bride to be.” He said, grinning at you as your friends hollered.

 “Oh My God.” You laughed.

 “Who you going to start with?” Rouge asked, looking intrigued.

 “Well, it all started with Tony so...” You picked up the bright red martini with gold lustre dust around the edges of the glass and toasted them with it before swallowing it in one gulp.

 “Aaaaand there’s the Asgardian liquor.” You coughed.

 “Oh, do Cap next!” Darcy shouted and you obliged, picking up the red white and blue shot and knocking it back.

 “Do I even want to know what’s in The Hulk?” You asked.

 “Half a pint of absinthe and lime juice.” Natasha answered and you grimaced as you downed it.

 “My turn.” Natasha purred and pushed the glass of Blackcurrant flavoured Russian Vodka at you.

 “Sharp, cold and deadly. Very appropriate. You taste great Nat.” You sniggered after you drank it.

 “Oh, Cherry Tequila shot! That’s the Ant Man!” Scott said excitedly, reading the label and handing it to you.

 “Do all of these have Asgardian liquor in them?” You asked nervously and Natasha’s evil smirk was all the answer you needed.

 It was after The Scarlet Witch (A Scarlet O'Hara with white rum) that you started to feel woozy. You dutifully downed all of the drinks, sitting back with a sigh of relief when you were done.

 “Now for the main event! Drumroll please!” Darcy called and everyone started banging on the table as the waiter came back with a tray that had two glasses on it.

 “The Winter Soldier and The Deathwave.” He said.

 “Oh no.” You muttered.

 “Russian Vodka and Brooklyn Gin on Ice for The Winter Soldier and Black After Shock and White Tequila for The Deathwave.”

 “SO glad I’m not mortal.” You whimpered as the waiter poured the two ridiculously strong drinks into the same glass symbolically and passed it to you.

 You paused with glass at your lips and held up your hand to pause the chanting of ‘drink, drink, drink’ of your group.

 “I think, in honour of this being my Hen party for my wedding to Bucky... Everyone should have one of these. In fact a SoldierofDeath for EVERYONE HERE TONIGHT!” You yelled and everyone in the club hollered when they heard your announcement.

 You threw back the deadly concoction and whooped loudly, throwing your hands in the air.

 That was your last truly coherent memory of the evening.

 The next thing you knew, Sam and Darcy had dragged you onto a stage and thrust a microphone into your hand.

 “Sam, can you handle this?”

 “Darcy, can you handle this?”

“Kit Kat, can you handle this?”

 “I don’t think they can handle this!”

 The three of you strutted around the stage, singing Bootylicious while Wade started throwing dollar bills onto the stage and cheering.

 Sadly, or not so sadly that was not the end of karaoke as Scott jumped on stage next to sing ‘I’m so excited’ by the pointer sisters.

 “You’ve got to dance, it’s your Hen partyyyyy!” Darcy crowed and dragged you onto the dancefloor  as Rouge sang ‘Cowboy Casanova’ with a lot of gusto.

 You smirked and pulled away from her, spinning onto the dancefloor and pulling out every move that Vanessa had taught you, swaying your hips and flipping your hair. You were quickly pressed in between Nat, Darcy and Wanda as the four of you danced together.

 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

 “We should do this more often!” Sam told you.

 “Agreed!” You said.

 “What are you two morons doing?” Darcy asked, peering under the table at you both.

 “Nothing!” You and Sam said in unison, yanking your precious chicken nuggets out of her sight.

 “Gimme a nugget or I’ll tell Wade where you are.” She bargained.

 “Fine. Sam, give her a nugget.”

 “Why me? You give her one.” He insisted.

 “Both of you give me one!” You ordered and you and Sam grumbled and handed your treasure over the her.

 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

 “Peaches, they’re playing our song!” Wade said, dragging you away.

 It was halfway through you and Wade grinding on the dancefloor to ‘Stayin Alive’ that the argument started.

 “I’m stronger, plus I have to whole Deathwave thingy.” You protested as he twerked into you.

 “I have guns and pointy things!” He insisted.

 “I could still kick your ass!” You yelled.

 “Wanna bet?” He challenged.

 “We’re In Vegas baby!!” You yelled, holding your arms out in a clear challenge.

 “NO!” Sam yelled.

 “Not on the dancefloor. Go ouzide.” He hiccupped.

 “M’kay.” You agreed, grabbing them each by the hand and the three of you slipped away from the club, unseen by the rest of your bridal party.  

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 “Unnngh.” You groaned, rolling over to swat at the rays of sunlight blinding you.

 You had never felt closer to death in your whole life. You were dripping with sweat and if wasn’t for the cool breeze you would have melted by now.

 Breeze. Why was that weird?

 You opened your eyes a fraction and sat up rapidly at what you saw.

 Why the hell were you asleep in the middle of the desert? And why was Sam wrapped around you like a koala bear, fully decked out in his Falcon gear?

 You managed to push him away in time for you to roll to the side and retch bile onto the sand. You had a blurry memory of falling and Sam catching you before you hit the ground. He must have flown you out here before the two of you promptly passed out.

 Blearily you realised what had woken you wasn’t the heat or the sunlight, it was the quinjet engines as it landed a short way away and the ramp descended. Darcy stomped down it towards you.

 “Ugh, help.” You muttered at her.

 “I’m not here to rescue you, I’m here to live here, in the desert with you.” She groaned, falling to the ground and putting her head in your lap.

 Gradually, one by one, everyone else trudged off the quinjet and joined you on the sand, even Pepper.

 “If you and Bucky ever get divorced, I will murder you. We can’t afford another Hen Party like that.” Darcy groaned.

 “Did Wade and I try to kill each other last night?” You groaned.

 “Yes, it was on the National News.” Wanda groaned.

 “Whazzappening?” Sam mumbled, finally waking up.

 “The Hotel tried to kick us out so Tony bought it.” Pepper informed you.

 “Ugh, anything else I should know?” You asked.

 Natasha handed you your phone and you saw you has several missed calls and texts. All from Bucky.

 “Why did you have my phone?” You asked her in confusion.

 “You don’t remember?” She asked.

 “No?”

 “That’s probably for the best.” She informed you.

 “Oh no, what did I do?” You demanded, checking your call history and choking on your own saliva.

 “I called Logan? Why? What did I say?” You asked.

 “You invited him to the wedding.” She said, stifling a laugh at you.

 You groaned loudly and lay back on the sand, and one by one everyone joined you.

 “I’m getting married tomorrow.” You whispered, smiling happily.

 “WE KNOW!”

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#hattersmarvelverse #bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes

[90s-belladonna]

top three heroes?

you didn’t specify so I’m just going to list the ones from my top 3 mediums yeah?

(in no particular order pls don’t make me rank my precious babies)

DC: Jason Todd (Red Hood), Dinah Lance (Black Canary), & Zatanna Zatara

(honorable mention is best boy Roy Harper)

BNHA: Hawks, Best Jeanist, Fatgum

(honorable mention is best boy Edgeshot)

Marvel: Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Angela De Toro (White Tiger), & Jessica Drew (Spiderwoman)

(honorable mention is Doctor Victor Von Doom, he’s a hero to me ok🤧)

#marvel #dc comics #bnha manga #my hero academia #victor von doom #jessica drew #spiderwoman #deadpool #wade wilson #white tiger #angela del toro #jason todd #red hood #black canary #dinah lance #zatanna #best jeanist #fatgum #hawks #edgeshot #just for fun

[dark-and-kawaii]

Would my Kacchan be willing to write for my Kacchan for her Deku? Bakugos s/o has a fear of thunderstorms and is staying the night at his place when a big storm hits. And then adorable fluffyness that he would deny for the rest of his life happens.

my precious deku

my makoto to my haruka

my midorima to my takao

and my fushimi to my yata

Of course i can write this ^-^! This is so adorable *jumps around*

Sorry this took so long for me to get to xoxo!

You could see the storm clouds heading your way as you walked to Bakugou’s house, your hands were clenching your bag… You’ve hated storms for as long as you could remember, and now you have to face one when studying with Bakugou…

‘I have to stay strong! I can’t let him know i’m a coward! Ahhh! Who am i kidding?! I’m such a baby! NO! I got this! I won’t freak out!’

It was quiet in his room, neither of you were speaking, the only sounds were the rain drops tapping on the window and the smooth sounds of your pencils writing. You were content though, it was peaceful and the storm seemed to have passed minus the rain.

So you thought, until a sharp, loud crack to a long, low rumble struck out of no where!

“Katsu!” You couldn’t help yourself, you were scared and frightened so your body reacted.

“The hell?”

Clinging to Bakugou’s arm tightly with your head resting on his shoulder blade and your body quivering, you closed your eyes in hope that the storm would stop.

Another loud crack came down outside and this time it sounded a lot closer. Tightening your grip around Bakugou’s arm and burring your head into his should more, a small cry fleed from your mouth.

“The hell is your problem idiot?” Bakugou’s words were as if he didn’t care, but the fact he was speaking so softly proved to you otherwise. “HEY! I SAID WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM!? ANSWER ME DAMMIT!!”

“Thunder…” You were mumbling, and the fact that his shoulder was muffling you didn’t help.

“Huh?! Couldn’t quite catch that?!” Pushing you away, Bakugou sat there waiting as patiently as he could for your answer.

“I- Th-The….” Your head was lowered, how could you tell him… ‘…He’s going to think i’m weak and tell me to leave…’

“SPIT IT OUT DAMMIT!” Tapping his pencil violently, Bakugou was clenching his teeth but the minute your head lifted… His pencil dropped from his hand… For the very first time, Bakugou felt a ping in his chest… Your face was full of distress, and those beautiful eyes of yours that always shined so bright… no longer radiated happiness. Instead your eyes were crestfallen…

“It’s th-the thunder… Katsu, i’m sorry… I know you probably look at me differently now, but for as long as i can remember” -A tear falls from your dejected eyes- “for as long as i can remember i’ve always been terrified of them, i’m so scared that a tornado or something with hit and everything will be destroyed…” Wiping your face you were about to get up so you could leave to get a tissue, but when one was presented in front of your face you didn’t know how to respond.

“You really are an idiot aren’t you?” Bakugou waved the white tissue in front of your face until you finally took it. “… We are all scared of something…” His face was turned from you.

“Katsu?”

You followed his eyes and there on his desk, Bakugou was staring at a framed picture with the two of you in it… Was he scared of losing you? Scared of you feeling hurt?

“Don’t ever look at me with those sad eyes again… Got it?”

Bakugou never said it, but as he looked at the framed photo of you both, you knew… Your strong willed Katsu was scared of seeing you in pain.

As you blew your nose thunder struck again which caused you to blow the tissue right out of your hands…

“Idiot… come here.” Grabbing your hand, Bakugou stood you both up and lead you to his bed.

“Sit”

Doing as he commanded you sat on his bed. Getting comfortable on the bed you felt a warm blanket being wrapped around your shoulders with him climbing in the bed with you. Flicking on the TV, Bakugou sat on his bed with you until… BOOM…

The lights went out.

You froze unable to move.

“Fucking kidding me!!!! Dammit! Hold on, stay here. I’ll be right back.”

…You weren’t going to go anywhere… You were still paralyzed.

Leaving the room, Bakugou was quick to come back.

You heard low crackling noises, he was using his quirk, and soon there was light in the room. Using his quirk, Bakugou lit a few candles and placed them in his room.

“You’re staying here tonight by the way. It’s too bad out for to go home, and since my parents aren’t home to drive you this is the best thing. Now scoot over.”

“Eh? Katsu, I can’t i need to go home or my parents-”

“Shut the hell up! I said you’re staying here! Who’s going to look after you tonight with this storm? Dammit! Just let me just be your personal hero tonight! GOT IT?”

You wish you had your phone next to you. Bakugou’s legs were shaking, one of his hands covered his mouth, and his face was redder than deadpool’s costume. He was in total shock that he just spat that out of his mouth.

“Not one fucking word, ___.”

Walking over to you with his legs out goofy, he joined you in his bed. Smacking his hand on your forehead, Bakugou forceully pushed you down on the bed and flipped you so you were on your side. Curling up with his little spoon, Bakugou wrapped his arm around  your waist.

Whenever thunder struck he could feel you shake against him, he was trying so hard to think of something that would calm you down and finally, he had an idea.

“Hey… Listen. You’ve said before that you like my quirk, right?”- He moved the hand around your waist to your face, raising it a little so it wouldn’t cause harm, his hand started to spark with mini explosions.- “Think of the thunder as my quirk… Listen to it.”

You closed your eyes and listened in, and when the thunder struck you could hear the similarities.

“Sounda kind of like it, right?”

You nodded your head, eyes still shut, listening.

“Whenever you hear thunder, just think of me…”

Thunder struck again and you didn’t jump or tremble, instead… when you heard the noise, you pictured Katsu protecting you from bad guys… and soon… your thoughts had become a dream as you drifted off to sleep in Bakugou’s arms.

Stopping his quirks tiny explosions, Bakugou smirked to himself as he heard your soft breathing.

“Goodnight ya cute little idiot. I’ll always be here to protect you…”

~ Love Ya Boi Kiwi xoxo

#bakugo fluff #bakugou #bakugo #kacchan #bnha kacchan #mha kacchan #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo #mha bakugou #mha bakugo #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #kacchan x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha

[ao3feed-starker]

by babyboytroye

He was a hostage in his own body; watching it wither away into nothing and not having the strength or the self love to fix it.

Or the one where Peter cannot keep up with his high metabolism and does not eat enough, and Wade just wants to make sure his baby boy is healthy and happy.

Words: 844, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Deadpool - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Weasel, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones

Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Steve Rogers, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Avengers Team

Additional Tags: Spideypool - Freeform, Eating Disorders, Self-Hatred, Self-Esteem Issues, Insecure Peter Parker, Insecure Wade Wilson, Hurt Peter, Protective Tony Stark, Protective Wade Wilson, Precious Peter Parker, Protective Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Bottom Peter Parker/Top Wade Wilson, Peter is Wade’s baby boy, Wade is in love with Peter, Peter is in love with Wade, wade takes care of peter, Dead Aunt May, small peter, Peter is 18

#ao3feed-starker #ao3feed #fanfic #mcu #starker #peterxtony #tonyxpeter #ao3

[fantasticstoryteller]

New Amsterdam Chapter 25

Deadpool perched on the edge of a roof as he surveyed the landscape of the city that he shared with his favorite wall-crawling hero. A random gust of wind hit him and caused him to start slipping off and he had to dig his knife into the side of the wall to keep from falling off. “And I looked so good, too!” he complained as he swung himself towards the fire escape—and missed by three inches making him plummet to the ground.

[You are a sad sack of shit. Do you even know how long you’re going to be stuck like this?]

{Not even an hour in and you’re lying down on the job!}

Deadpool looked at the soggy bags of leather and Kevlar that made up the bottom of his suit and sighed. “We’re going to be stuck here for a while,” he announced to the air.

{Why? Why would the author do this? Isn’t the plot supposed to be moving along?}

“It is,” sighed Deadpool. “And you know what that means.”

[No.]

{No!}

“It’s time for a flashback.”

***

Deadpool crouched in the dark alley, drawing in the—mud? We’ll call it mud—on top of the pavement with a stick as he muttered to himself. “I saw them here and here, but that doesn’t mean jack shit.”

[True. For a faceless evil group in uniform, they can sure get around unnoticed.]

{So? Go to all the places you’ve seen ‘em, blow ‘em sky-high, bada-boom! And we’re done.}

Deadpool frowned. “No,” he muttered. “Can’t do that.”

[That’s right. There could be hostages. There could be guinea pigs. There could be children.]

{There could be children who are guinea pigs!}

“Fuck.” Deadpool ran his hands over his head.

He was in the unwelcome position of being just sane enough to know how crazy he was. He could be tracking down a real, legitimate, coming-to-kill-him foe—or he could be terrorizing innocent people going about their normal, sane lives. He couldn’t tell.

“Need help? Whoa!” the figure that had spoken to Deadpool leaped back out of the sword’s range, narrowly missing getting cut in half.

[Oh, he needs help, all right.]

{But we’re all he has!}

Deadpool blinked around Yellow’s painful laughter. And blinked again. It looked like the figure had—stuck to the wall? Was that even possible? No, of course not. “Dammit,” he growled as he used the stick to wipe out what he’d written. “Hallucinating again.”

“What?” the hallucination asked. “Oh! No, I really am sticking to the walls. It’s like what I do.” Deadpool turned back and watched as the figure (was it really just a hallucination?) walked towards him. “I’m going to touch your shoulder. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Hallucinations weren’t real. They couldn't touch.

Which was why, a few moments later, when a hand placed itself on his shoulder again, Deadpool launched himself into the air and whirled, staring at the figure.

“Whoops, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” said the guy. He was wearing skin tight spandex, red and blue with white patterns on it that looked like a web complete with a black spider in the middle of his chest. “Are you okay?”

Deadpool stared. “Who are you?”

“I’m—I’m Spiderman,” said the guy. Boy, it had to be a boy. Men did not have voices that high pitched naturally. Girl, maybe? No—probably guy—identified as male. “Who are you?”

“Deadpool.” The introduction was curt and to the point.

[Why is this guy talking to us?]

“Good question, why are you talking to me?” asked Deadpool as he stared at the figure.

“You sounded upset,” Spiderman said. “I wanted to make sure you’re all right.”

“Peachy. Fine. Awesome. Go away.” Deadpool picked up his stick and began drawing in the mud (calling it mud) again.

“What are you drawing?”

{Aw! He sounds desperate!}

[He could be working for them!]

“Stuff,” he mumbled. “In my head.”

Spiderman crouched by Deadpool. “Tell me about it,” he said gently.

Deadpool opened his mouth and the word vomit spewed. “So, like, I think I’ve been seeing these guys around the city, guys dressed like bad guys—super bad no one cares if I kill them bad guys—but they always seem to disappear and I can’t tell if I’m actually seeing them or if it’s all in my head.” He stabbed the wooden stick against the ground and the bottom of it began to splinter from the force. “It wouldn't matter—I’m used to seeing shit no one else can see or even react to—but I think I saw them grab a kid and I’ve been trying to find them but I’m not even sure if they’re real.”

There was a moment of silence as Spiderman regarded him.

[This is the part where he tells you to get your shit together.]

{I don’t think that’s possible!}

“Well,” said Spiderman in a reasonable tone, “where do you think you saw the kid get taken?”

“What?” Deadpool turned to look at the costumed man. (If he was a man, he was a really young one.)

“I can go and do surveillance, see if there was a kid taken, while you make a map.”

“A map?” Deadpool felt strange—like there was cotton in his ears.

“A map,” replied Spiderman firmly. “You can mark down all the places you think you’ve seen these people, and if they’re real I’ll help you root them out. If they’re not real, we can find out together.”

Deadpool stared at the ground and tried to think of the last time anyone had willingly spoken to him for this long.

[Colossus. Before you pissed him off.]

“Together?” he asked hesitantly.

“Together,” replied Spiderman firmly.

“But—they might not be real,” he said again, wondering if the masked man had missed that information the first go around. Deadpool certainly missed information all the time. “They might be something my brain made up.”

“Maybe. But with two of us looking, we’ll find out faster than you would on your own.”

“That—that’s actually smart,” admitted Deadpool.

The figure—Spiderman—snorts. “Trust me. The spandex only makes me look stupid.”

“Why spandex, anyway?”

Spiderman shrugged. “Better than sweats. You ready?”

Deadpool looked into the eye whites of the mask in front of him. “Why?” he asked. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because if there is a child out there who needs help—I need to help.” Spiderman put a gentle hand on his shoulder again. “And you sounded like you needed help.”

They did, eventually find the missing child. They broke a child smuggling ring that looked nothing like the men that Deadpool thought he was looking for (his mind simply put a familiar outfit on a new villain). And to Deadpool, it didn’t matter that Colossus apologized, or that he was offered a room in the X-manor until he was booted out again. What mattered was that someone had listened. Someone had cared. Someone had worked with him for no other reason than he had sounded like he needed help.

***

“And that’s the end of the tooth-rotting sweetness of that flashback,” growled Deadpool as he jerked one of his healing legs into a new position. The other one was already fully healed, but he was waiting until he could stand on the other before moving. “There’s nothing that could make this chapter even sweeter.”

“Wade?”

[Spoke too soon.]

{Petey-Pie!}

“Peter!” cried Wade as the boy ran into the alley, a camera dangling around his neck.

“Wade, are you all right? What happened?” His sweet, precious boy helped him to stand up, balancing on his one good leg.

“Oh, nothing much Pete,” said Wade cheerfully. He hugged Peter close and leaned on him. There was nothing quite like the feel of having the other man tucked in close. And Peter didn’t hate it! “You won’t believe what happened with Spiderman tonight!” he said cheerfully.

[I’m going to gag.]

{Tacos? I want tacos! Lets’ go to that truck on Fifth and Main!}

“Want some tacos Baby Boy? I could really go for some tacos.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for your other leg to heal?” asked Peter, sounding worried.

Worried for Deadpool. Wade grinned at the boy. “Nah, I’m good. I always heal.”

#Spider-Man #Deadpool #Spideypool #flashback #flash back

[starkgazings-blog]

Love(d) / spideypool + irondad

Peter loves many things. Happiness, ice cream, Tony Stark, Wade, superheroing, Aunt May, and a lot of other things. To be honest, Peter loves everything and hates nothing (but villains). Peter is a sweet guy. Peter loves dogs. Everyone can agree. During patrol with Deadpool, they always pause during battling crimes just so Peter can pet the dogs he sees. Wade is too smitten to say anything. And it wasn’t like he hated it, in fact he loved it. Peter looked utterly adorable, with his super cute small smile he reserves for dogs he finds on the streets. He kneels besides them and he plays with them. The sight is very cute but Wade can’t help but feel jealous at that. But then he remembers that /he/ is the one who is Peter and who gets to see him and kiss him everyday, not these dogs so he brushes it off. (Still, he can’t help but be jealous. Peter simply laughs at that when a pouty Wade finally told him that he was jealous. « Silly you, » Peter said. « You’re the one that I love, not them. »)

When Tony Stark isn’t busy and he brings Peter home, they always make more than a few stops just because Peter saw a dog and he wanted to pet him. Tony rolls his eyes and complains, but inside he was doing it fondly, his heart aching on his chest because Peter was too adorable for this world. He loves seeing Peter happy and if that meant a few stops and a grumpy Happy, then it was worth it. Peter was worth more than anything in the world. Tony loves Peter like the son he never had.

Peter loves dogs a lot, but he doesn’t have one. When asked, he says that he doesn’t have enough money and time to take care of one. He has a sad and heartbroken look on his face that makes everyone sad.

Aunt May always knew Peter loved dogs. She saw it in his eyes when they lit up like a tree in Christmas. She saw it the way he would cheer up when he sees one even in his darkest moments. It was a precious thing. Aunt May was heartbroken because she couldn’t grant his only wish, probably the only thing he has ever asked her for. Because Peter didn’t ask for much, he knew they were tight on money. But he just loved dogs so much.

Peter was tired. His day sucked. Flash didn’t stop bothering him today, having made his goal to make his day bad and on top of that he had had a surprise test. He thinks he did okay but it wasn’t enough. He didn’t even meet any dogs in his way home. And Tony wasn’t here to bring him home. He knows Tony is very busy but he had hoped. And Wade didn’t text him once. He had hoped the older man would entertain him but Wade must be on a job.

It was okay though, he was used to it. He still had Aunt May though.

It was quiet when he opened his and Aunt May’s appartement, frowning. Even with his enhanced hearing he didn’t hear anything. He frowns. Aunt May must be at the hospital. He sighed. It was to be expected.

Scratch that, at least he had food unless they were out again.

He wasn’t expecting to find a big box on the kitchen’s table. What is it ? He frowns and then the box barks. Wait what ? The box barked ? Guess he was so tired that he imagined things.

But then the box barked again. It couldn’t be a hallucination. Just to be sure, he scooted closer to the box and opened it. A small ball of fur jumped at him and he almost fell over. The overexcited small little thing licked him on the face. Good, Peter thought, it was going to hide his tears.

Soon after Aunt May and Tony Stark and Wade Wilson came inside the kitchen.

« Surprise, baby boy ! »said Wade, a big grin breaking his face in two. Aunt May and Tony were silent but they were smiling softly.

Peter’s eyes grew bigger in size as he looked at the small dog in his arms and looked at the three other persons, his most important persons in his life and he cried even harder.

« Thank you so much, oh my god this is incredible. » he said between ugly sobs, his voice breaking and thick from emotion. He put the small dog on the table and he got closer to them, bringing all of them in a hug, hiding his teary face. « Thank you so much, this is the best thing ever. I love you guys so much. »

« We love you too, Peter. » said his Aunt softly.

« I still can’t believe this. This is amazing. This is incredible. Please tell me this isn’t a dream. »

« Do you want me to pinch you ? » said Wade with a wink because of course Wade would do something like this but Peter simply smiled wider and cried harder.

Peter would have called the dog Happy because it was all it made him but he already had a Happy in his life, and he wouldn’t like to share his name with an « annoying dog ».

Peter called him Beau. Because his dog was indeed beautiful. He was adorable and he was cute. Peter loved him.

Peter loved a lot of things and now Beau is one of them.

#peter parker #spideypool #irondad #deadpool #wade wilson #spiderson

[judedeluca]

BTW, not trying to convince you of anything, I haven't read Shazam! and feel... Complicated about Geoff Johns. Is that a sentence? Not a native English speaker.

Ah, my bad.

Please note if I get testy during this it is absolutely NOT aimed at you in any way, but it’s just how I feel about Johns.

Okay so Geoff Johns was one of the three current comic writers who got me into buying comics on a regular basis in 2005, alongside Grant Morrison and Gail Simone. I was following Johns’ “Teen Titans,” Morrison’s “Seven Soldiers,” and Simone’s “Villains United.”

What got me into Johns’ “TT” was, I was already a Titans fan, but I saw he introduced a version of Batwoman based on Bette Kane. Bette was the original Batgirl in the Silver Age, the niece to Batwoman Kathy Kane, but no one ever referenced that anymore and I love Betty so I wanted to know more.

I was supporting Johns’ Teen Titans as well as his Legion related stuff, JSA, and some of his Green Lantern writing too…

But then came Brightest Day and I began to realize the man had a disturbing tendency to rely on mutilating and dismembering characters, including a lot of Titans such as Pantha, Baby Wildebeest, Damage, and Tempest, as well as Legionnaires like Kinetix. Tempest especially bothered me because apparently Johns didn’t like him because he wasn’t “Bad ass” like Hal Jordan, so Johns went out of his way to kill Tempest’s entire family in “Infinite Crisis” before having his zombie girlfriend murder him.

Flashpoint and The New 52 only solidified my dislike for the man, as I absolutely HATED his Justice League and Aquaman stuff and only supported them because my friend worked on the titles as an inker.

Looking back on his older stuff I saw a lot of other stuff I disliked. There was his gross racist handling of Judomaster in JSA where he retconned out her ability to speak English to pair her up with Damage via having him teach her English, even though in Birds of Prey a year prior she could speak English perfectly.

With his Legion of Super-Heroes writing he retconned Lightning Lad and Saturn Girl, turning Garth into a hothead who barely went a single panel without screaming at someone while Imra could barely control him. The woman used to be called “Iron Ass Imra” and he essentially ripped out her spine. These two had one of the best marriages in the DCU and he ruined it with his toxic masculine bullshit. Thank God Paul Levitz managed to fix this mess.

He also tried to downplay and/or erase Lightning Lass’s queerness by putting her back together with her ex-boyfriend Timber Wolf, ignoring her steady relationship with her girlfriend Shrinking Violet. The two of them were one of the earliest lesbian couple DC had (even if they couldn’t outright say it) but nope, Ayla’s back with Brin like Violet didn’t exist. Again, Paul Levitz rectified this problem.

He turned Star Boy into a caricature of schizophrenics by retconning him into being mentally ill and having him serve as the wacky comic relief in the JSA when he wasn’t breaking the fourth wall or dropping foreshadowing. So basically a ripoff of Deadpool. His whole JSA run really hasn’t aged well.

His Teen Titans consisted of making Superboy obsessed with being a clone of Lex Luthor and Superman, made Wonder Girl obsessed with Superboy, and he drove Rose Wilson insane to make her the new Ravager which included her graphically gouging out her own eye after her father pumped her full of drugs.

His love for Barry Allen and Hal Jordan blatantly outshines his work with the other Flash and Green Lantern characters, and he’s essentially crafted a sequel to Watchmen no one asked for or needed in order to absolve Barry Allen, God of the Silver Age, of ruining the DCU by blaming it all on Doctor Manhattan.

He’s also obsessed with portraying morally grey men and downright evil men like Captain Cold, Sinestro, Black Adam, and Superboy Prime as flawed individuals who are, at the end of the day heroic, when they do completely horrible things and never get punished for them. Cold’s a hypocrite with how he’ll ignore certain Rogues breaking his precious rules but then makes a big deal of how other villains violate said rules. SInestro is a sociopath who murdered Kyle Rayner’s mother in cold blood just to break Kyle’s will, but still gets to be remembered as a great Green Lantern. Adam brutally slaughters people like the Psycho Pirate and almost no one complains. And Prime is a monster who’s murdered children and pregnant woman, including an entire world, but is still considered a victim. He’s now added Doctor Manhattan to the list, since he claims a man who orchestrated the death of Alan Scott and casually fucked up an entire universe simply to see what would happen is somehow not a villain.

Whatever small bits of writing from him I still like are not enough for me to still be an overall fan of him. I don’t care what he’s done with Shazam, I don’t care if people think it’s been really good. If other people like it I’m happy they’re enjoying it.

But really, fuck him. Fuck him a million times over. I hope there comes a day when DC throws his ass out the door along with Didio, Eddie Berganza, Tom King, James Robinson, Bob Harras, Scott Lobdell. Jim Lee, and all the other fake geek guy assholes who’ve practically ruined DC’s characters for all of us.

Geoff Johns makes me sick to my stomach as a comic fan, a writer, a man, and a human being.

Yet there is still a part of me that wonders, looking back on the stuff he did for Stars and S.T.R.I.P.E., what someone at that fucking company must’ve done to him. And I do feel bad his work keeps getting interfered with by editors, just not enough to absolve him of his own individual grossness.