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Not a lot of things shock Deadpool. He sees his face in the mirror every morning, and that’s enough horror for anyone to become desensitised to anything. So when he walks past a shady alleyway at about three in the morning, whistling to himself as he plays snake on his flip phone, and he spies something out of the corner of his eye, he’s not prepared for the shock that hits his system.
His mouth falls open and his phone drops from his numbs fingers and he blinks once, twice, and rubs at his eyes.
The image doesn’t fade.
“What the fuck-a-roo,” he mutters. “Just got my brain regrown shiny and new yesterday. Can’t be that fucked already. There is no goddamn motherfucking way that I’m seeing this.”
Spidey’s bent over and braced against the dirty alley wall, mask pulled up over his nose and suit tugged down under his bootylicious bouncy bubble butt, and Mysterio is balls deep and giving Spidey what looks like the fucking of his life. Wade watches as his hips snap against Spidey’s ass, the dirty sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet squelch of Mysterio’s cock spearing into that juicy butt echoing down the alley. Spidey’s pretty pink mouth is gaping open and drooling, and the loveliest, most delicious sounds Wade has ever heard are falling from his lips.
“Gotta be hallucinating,” Wade says to himself and keeps walking, ignoring the fact that his own dick has decided to go wakey wakey in his suit and is making walking a rather uncomfortable task. But those sounds don’t fade and he takes a step back, gaping down the alley to see Mysterio still holding Spidey’s small hips in his hands, jerking Spidey’s body forward with every hard thrust of his cock.
Spidey’s moans and gasps are growing louder, and he shifts his hands against the wall, turning his face to look back at Mysterio and catching sight of Wade in the process. The white lenses of his mask go wide and he makes a high, embarrassed sound that goes straight to Wade’s dick.
“Beck, stop!” Spidey gasps, one of his hands flailing. But Mysterio keeps going, pounding into Spidey’s ass even faster as he turns his head and spots Wade at the entrance of the alley, standing there with his huge panda eyes and full chub in his suit.
“Wait your turn,” the ridiculously purple caped villain grunts, sweat shining across his forehead. Spidey whines and Mysterio turns back to him, one hand shoving Spidey’s head down so he’s not looking at Wade anymore.
“Ohgodno,” Spidey gasps, but he keeps taking Mysterio’s cock like a champ, even as he whimpers and keens in embarrassment as Wade keeps watching, frozen only metres away. The filthy sounds fill his head and his eyes are glued to where Msyterio’s dick disappears and reappears from Spidey’s puffy pink hole, glistening with lube in the dim light.
Mysterio’s hips start to stutter and his breath hitches, and he buries himself to the hilt, letting out a long, deep groan as he empties into Spidey’s ass. Spidey makes a gorgeous sounding mewl and his entire body shivers, but Wade notices that his pretty cock, hard and red against his abs, doesn’t spill its own release.
For a moment Mysterio just stands there, breathing heavily, before he pulls his cock out, wipes the lube and cum covering it over Spidey’s round ass and tucks it away back into his stupid green and gold suit.
“Thanks for the fuck,” he says, smacks Spidey’s butt and bends over to scoop up his fishbowl from the ground. He walks past Wade as he fits it back over his head. “Hope you like sloppy seconds,” he says, and disappears down the street.
Spidey’s collapsed down the wall, kneeling with his suit stretched over his thighs and butt still exposed to the air. His face is turned towards Wade, his mouth open and panting. “Don’t look at me,” he whimpers, “please, oh god.”
He fumbles with his suit, trying to pull it back up, but fails, his hands too weak from the hard fucking he’d just been getting. His erection, still bobbing stubbornly in his lap, makes pulling up his suit even harder.
“Baby boy,” Wade croaks, “my special, baby boy, I didn’t know you liked taking bareback cock.”
Spidey whimpers, still struggling with his suit. Wade takes pity on him and steps up next to him, bending down on a knee and reaching forward for the hem of the bottom half of Spidey’s suit. But instead of tugging it up he pulls it down further, mouth watering as he gets a close up look at Spidey’s wonderful, freshly fucked hole, cum dribbling out and down to his hairless balls.
“Deadpool,” Spidey gasps, “what are you-!” He squeaks, full body jumping as Wade touches his puffy, wet rim, his hole twitching under Wade’s leather covered finger.
“Fuck me,” Wade whispers, watching entranced as his finger easily sinks into Spidey’s warm, slick ass, still tight after Mysterio’s cock pounding him. This has to be a dream. An amazing, fucking hot and impossible drug fueled dream. Especially when Spidey whines and his hips twitch towards Wade, trying to get more of his finger inside of him.
“Sweetheart,” Wade groans, “you’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you? Spidey, who knew that you were so hungry for cock that you would take it from Mysterio of all people? I’m disappointed,” he says, pushing his finger deeper and feeling his cock jump as Spidey keens, “I would’ve happily filled you up, and my costume is way cooler than Mysterio’s.”
“Don’t!” Spidey gasps as Wade starts finger fucking him through Mysterio’s cum. But even as he protests he rolls his hips back onto Wade’s hand, moaning.
“I think the lady doth protests too much,” Wade grins, and easily adds another finger. His mouth drools as Spidey’s hole stretches around his fingers, swallowing him in greedily. “I think you want Deadpool to fuck you too.”
“No,” Spidey moans, leaning up against the dirty alley wall and biting his lip, watching over his shoulder as Wade adds another finger, and then another, his hole stretching to accommodate all four of them.
“You sure about that, Spidey?” Wade says, opening up his own suit and pulling out his own dripping cock. It throbs in his hand, the heavy scars moving in a hypnotising manner as he fists it a couple times. “I’ve got natural ribbing.”
Spidey’s mouth drops open and he moans as he sees how big Wade’s cock is. “Oh,” he says, “oh.”
“Hmm?” Wade grins, thrusting his fingers deeper into Spidey’s ass. They squelch obscenely and Spidey whimpers, now almost bouncing his pretty little butt on Wade’s thick, leather gloved fingers. “I couldn’t help but notice Mysteri-dick didn’t make you cum. I wouldn’t do you dirty like that, Spidey, I’ll make you cum like a fountain,” he breathes into Spidey’s ear, bending over Spidey’s small body and dwarfing it with his own.
“Peter,” Spidey says, turning his face back to the alley wall, his cheeks flushed red under the fold of his mask. “My name’s Peter.”
“Peter,” Wade groans, licking his lips. He hooks his fingers and rubs up against Spidey’s- Peter’s special spot and Peter goes rigid, crying out. “Pretty, pretty Petey,” Wade sings, shuffling forward on his knees and teasingly rubbing the head of his fat cock over Peter’s ass. “Don’t you want it?” He breathes. “I’ll split you open so good, make you come on my cock again and again until you’re crying and begging me to stop, and then I’ll eat my cum out of your delicious little ass, baby boy. I know you’ll fucking love it.”
Peter whimpers, the smooth rolling of his hips stuttering. “Yeah,” he breathes.
“Yeah?” Wade repeats, jamming his fingers into Peter and twisting them roughly. “You want it?”
Peter cries out, trembling. “Yes! I want it!”
“Beg for it,” Wade growls, smearing his pre-cum across Peter’s flushed skin. Fuck, he wants to bury his cock so bad in Peter’s ass but he knows, he just knows that waiting for pretty pleas and begging will make everything so much sweeter. Peter already looks desperate, but he could be more, and no-one is usually this desperate for Wade’s cock. Fuck, if he knew Spidey was into this he would’ve pinned that small, strong body down a long time ago and taken what he wanted.
“Please,” Peter whines, wriggling his hips, trying to entice Wade’s cock into his hole. “Please, Deadpool, fuck me.”
“Hmm, I don’t think you really want it,” Wade says, pulling his fingers out and going a little weak as he watches Peter’s hole clench, more of Mysterio’s cum dribbling out.
“I do!” Peter whines, “please, oh god, I need it so bad!” He lifts his butt up a little off his heels, bending forward a bit and holding the globes of his ass open so his hole is even more on display. “Please, fuck me so good, I need to come on your cock, please, please, please.”
“Hmm,” Wade hums again, pulling back, the absence of his body looming over Peter making the smaller male whine desperately. His cock is practically screaming at him to just give in already, just look at him, but Wade waits. It’s going to be so worth it. “But you just got fucked by fishbowl man, don’t know if you need another cock. You’ll get spoiled.”
“Deadpool!” Peter cries out, “please! I’m so hard and so empty, Mysterio wasn’t enough, he couldn’t make me come, please, Deadpool, please.” He’s sobbing by the last word, gulping air desperately, his hands shaking as he holds his ass open. “I need- I need you to fuck me until I can’t think anymore.”
“Call me Daddy and I will,” Wade says, holding his cock tightly so it won’t just explode from Spidey begging him.
There’s a second of hesitation. “D-” Spidey stutters, his shoulders hunching in shame. “Daddy, please,” he whispers.
A huge smile splits Wade’s face under his mask. “As you wish, baby boy,” he purrs. Wade always keeps his promises. He grabs Peter’s trembling hips in his hands and slams home, moaning loudly as Peter’s ass stretches and grips him tightly, throbbing wet and hot around him.
Peter wails, letting go of his ass cheeks to brace himself against the brick wall as Wade pounds into him. And Wade doesn’t hold back; he snaps his hips forward almost brutally, grunting with the effort of it, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the alley.
“Fuck, honey, you feel so good,” he moans, fingers pressing bruises into Peter’s pale hips. Peter only responds in desperate gasps, and even those dissolve into high pitched keens as Wade finds his prostate and starts to abuse it with the head of his cock.
“I-I’m going to-” Peter manages to gasp, “please, can I- can I touch my cock?”
“Damn, cupcake,” Wade groans, a shock of heat spearing his stomach from Peter asking permission. “Who trained you so good, huh?”
“No- no one,” Peter stutters, “please?” He whines. He’s clenching down hard on Wade’s cock, and damn if it doesn’t feel like the best thing Wade’s ever stuck his dick in. And he’s stuck his dick in a lot.
“Please, who?” Is Wade says, biting his lower lip as Peter clenches around him at the question.
Peter practically sobs. “Please,” he whines, “D- daddy, please.”
“Oooh yeah, that’s it, you’re daddy’s good little boy, aren’t you?” Wade breathes. “And good baby boy’s get treats, yes they do.” He reaches around Peter’s hips and grasps his weeping cock in his gloved hand, grinning as it twitches and spills more precum over his palm.
“Deadpool!” Peter cries out, hands slipping down the wall. “Daddy, oh god,” he cries, forcing his hips back to fuck himself harder on Wade’s fat cock, and then jerking forward into Wade’s tight grip. “I’m- I’m coming!”
Wade gives Spidey one good hard thrust and Peter’s entire body goes tight as a string, keening as his dick pulses and then spills cum over Wade’s fingers.
“There we go, good boy,” Wade says, slowing the pace of fucking into Peter’s spasming ass so Peter’s not too overwhelmed. Peter lets out one last sob and then collapses down into the ground, only Wade’s hands and cock holding his hips up, chest and face pressed into the dirt.
Wade gives Peter some time to recover, and by some time he means maybe about ten seconds before he gets impatient and pulls out, flipping Peter onto his back and forcing his long legs back and open. He shoves his cock back into Peter’s pink, swollen hole and grins at Peter’s broken whine.
“You can take it, can’t you my precious boy?” Wade croons, leaning down over Peter’s pinned body and smearing Peter’s own cum over his open mouth. “You’re too much of a slut to say no, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Peter whimpers, “I’m a slut- uh- fuck,” he moans as Wade’s hips snap against his ass faster, splitting him open on it’s thick girth. “Daddy, you feel so good.”
“That mouth,” Wade groans, feeding Peter’s own cum to him and moaning as Peter eagerly laps it up, pink tongue twining hot and wet between his fingers. “Spidey, I’m gonna have to take you home after this and tie you to my bed and fuck you forever and ever, until all you think about is my dick and my cum in you, filling you up so good that you’ll never want to leave.”
“Oh-” Peter gasps, tilting his head back. The lower half of his face is smeared with cum, and Wade wishes intensely that the rest of his face was bare, so Wade could see the destroyed look on Spidey’s face that he must be wearing. That’s the only thing that could make this situation even more perfect.
Orgasm building in his balls, Wade bends Peter even more in half and concentrates in fucking Peter as hard as he can, enjoying every desperate whine and mewl from Peter’s mouth. He gets his dick as deep into Peter’s core as he can and rests there, swearing loudly as he spurts hot cum into Peter’s clenching ass.
Peter moans as he’s filled with Wade’s release and then lets out a surprised cry when Wade immediately starts fucking him again, dick squelching through the two loads of cum filling him. “Deadpool! Oh god, oh fuck-”
“I said I would fuck you until you came on my dick twice,” Wade grins, uncaring that his own suit is soaked through with sweat and his left knee is currently planted in something unsavoury. “And then I’d eat you out.”
“How are you- still- uh- hard?” Peter gasps out, hands scrabbling to find purchase on the ground either side of him. Even though he must be sore he still takes Wade’s cock like the greedy slut he is, even spreading his legs wider in Wade’s hold.
“Healing factor, baby,” Wade says, manhandling Peter’s plaint body over onto his side and half on his belly, folding Peter’s legs up into his chest so he can jab down with his hips into Peter’s ass, using him hard and fast. Peter lets out the most wonderful sounds and manages to get hard again, dick swollen and red and squished between his thighs and the ground. Wade takes pity on him and gives him another reach around, seeing stars as Peter clenches down hard around him as he trembles and sobs through another orgasm. Wade follows soon after, fucking another load of cum into Spidey’s ass.
And then he makes good on his promise, lifting Spidey’s half conscious body up and slurping the mess of spunk out of Peter’s gaping asshole, moaning at the taste. Peter sobs and trembles through it, face pressed into the dirty alley ground, drooling out the side of his mouth. And then when Peter’s ass is clean as it’s going to get Wade sits back and admires the ruin he’s made of Spidey, body limp and exhausted, suit caught around his knees and used ass bare to the world.
“Are you just going to leave me here?” Peter whispers.
Wade hums thoughtfully, tucking his cock back into his suit and zipping up. “Gotta admit, that thought ain’t half bad, leaving you here so another baddy might come along and decide to take you for a ride. I might even sit up on that fire escape and watch them fuck you and ooooh there might even be a whole gang of them, and they’ll split you open from both ends, fuck that’s a pretty picture, mmhmm! A spidey spitroast, just in time for Christmas.”
Peter whimpers and Wade pats his ass. “Aw, love dove, no, I think I’ll take you home with me and use you like a fuck toy until you get tired of me. Would you like that, honey?”
“Please,” Peter says, and Wade can tell that he’s ashamed about it but can’t help but say yes. He gathers Spidey’s body up in his arms and fiddles with his belt, finding his handy dandy teleportation device.
“And don’t worry, I’ll even get some friends over to share you too!”
They disappear, leaving only the faint smell of sulphur and sex in the air.