𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

29; DAMN

-' 🕷 Wade watched as Peter opened the door, happiness filling the youngers body. The mercenary was dressed in a suit, and tie, over his DP costume. The small boy rolled the leather fabric up to connect their lips, wrapping his large arms around him. The large bouquet of flowers pressing against his lovers back.

" Is that a gun in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" Wade whispered against Peter's lips, as he pulled the spider closer, happily filling the gap between them.  " Hey, baby boy."

" Hey..You look so nice!" The small boy squealed happily, gentle fingertips tracing the lines in his mask. " You know you're just meeting my parents, right..?"

" I know. I wanted to dress up. " Wade's leather glove inched up his shirt, fingers gliding up his back. " For my kitten."

" Wade!" He gave him a warning glare, though he secretly wished they could be closer.

There was a loud coughing sound from behind them. They both turned to see a very uncomfortable Steve Rogers-Stark, with a very large red blush on his cheeks. Wade giggled at the sudden shyness from Peter.

" Mr.Rogers-Stark, it's nice to meet you." Wilson said softly, offering the colorful bouquet of flowers.

" Its nice to meet you too, Peter has spoken a lot about you." Steve took the flowers happily, his dimples poking out. " I'm making dinner-so I have to go but um.."

Steve trailed of gesturing to the kitchen, and disappearing behind the large wall. Wade watched as his boyfriend turned around, leading him to the living room. The mercenary admired Peter's ads in the joggers he was wearing, eyes traveling up his hips.

" Hey babe.."

" Yeah?"

" Nice ASSets." Wade said softly, smacking his lovers beautiful ass. He was perfect. " Look at you, so handsome."

Peter blushed, rolling his dark brown eyes, as he turned to look at his boyfriend. The Arachnid couldn't keep hos glare for long, happiness bubbled deep in his chest as he looked at the man he loved. He gently tugged his boyfriend to the couch, helping him sit. Wade pulled the spider into his large arms, sitting him on his lap.

" could you at least pretend you aren't fucking my son?" Tony hummed as he looked over at the two, rolling his eyes. He was being a grumpy old man, but at least this time, not aggressive.

" What's the fun in that, Stark?" Wade chirped back, large hands groping the Spiders ass.

" Wade!" He gasped, half-heartedly swatting his hand away. A blush arose on his cheeks, and he looked at his papa. " Please don't fight, this is supposed to be a good thing."

Both Wade and Tony fell silent, which was very unusual for them. Peter turned around in Wade's lap, so the mercenary was staring at his back, and his dad tinkered with a holograph. Deadpool's hands combed through his lovers wild curls as a cartoon played on the television.

[ Duck his T.V. is big.]

[ He must be overcompinsating.]

[ Have you SEEN cap? I doubt he'd stay with Tony if he wasn't packing.]

[ That's fair. Who do you think tops?]

[ Cap. For sure. Look at those muscles!]

" Everyone knows it's Tony," Wade said to his boxes watching as the two other men looked at him curiously. " Sorry I wasn't talking to you guys.."

" he's just talking to himself, papa. Don't worry." Peter smiled kindly, pretending he didn't see the look his father gave the beautiful man under him. " You talk to yourself all the time."

Tony went to protest, but Steve poked his head out of the living room: " Foods Ready". Captain America nearly sang, before disappearing back into the kitchen. Iron Man got up, quickly disappearing into the kitchen as well. There was a faint chatter, that Wade simply ignored. It was usually about him. Instead, his eyes slowly slipped across Peter's features, admiring him happily.

" I wish you didn't wear your mask, though I understand why you did.." Pete spoke softly, his loving eyes staring into the white lenses of his mask. " I love you, you know that?"

" I love you too, baby. " Wade smiled, gripping his lovers thick thighs. " I won't wear my mask next time you see me."

" Promise?"

" I promise."

The Spider leaned in, to connect their lips into a soft kiss. Sadly, they were interrupted by his dad's calls. Peter slowly got up, rolling his eyes. He guided his mercenary to the table, sitting down in one of the empty seats. Rather then sit them next to each other, his fathers had them sitting across, which only gave Deadpool an excuse to stare into those lovely eyes.

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//1k!! Fuck, guys,thank you :)
// also, this chapter is a small, happy chapter. I am sad to say, this is where the torture begins. Be cautious.