𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

69; in bloom

⚠ SMUT AHEAD!! ( ha, 69)

-'🕸 Peter's lips locked with Wade's, eyes shutting with a permanent smile. The kiss was long, and hungry. They were animals, coming out of hibernation, starving. Hands clawed, gripped, scratched at each other, wanting to fill a nonexistent gap. The Arachnid's heart sputtered and his thighs shook, tightening his legs around the large waist.

The smell of pancakes wafted through the air, causing the younger males stomach to call for hunger. Wade placed his baby on the counter, flipping the golden pancake on its side before his lips met Peter's neck. The skin was empty, needing to be covered with his mark.

A deep groan left Peter's pink lips, the vibration of the low sound rumbling against Wade's scarred lips. The Anti-Hero turned the burner down on its lowest setting, his other hand gripping at heavenly thighs. His teeth teased at Peter's throat, causing him to rumble with a longing, a need for Wade Wilson.

Soft, shaky fingers pushed the hoodie's zipper down, to reveal his lover's toned, scarred stomach. Pete's palms were cold against his warm skin, drawing a hiss from the other man's lips. Wade pulled away from his bruising neck, grabbing roughly at his babies sweatpants. He needed to crawl inside of him, to feel those thighs tightening around his large hips.

The Anti-Hero needed Peter.

Wade's kisses trailed down from chest, becoming rougher as they met his small waist. The Arachnid watched as his lover tugged the sweatpants from his small hips, clawing at his boxers.

Peter let out a soft whimper, helping Wade out of his jeans. Brown eyes watched closely, as the man grasped at his thighs.

Their lips met in a harsh kiss once again, mouths attacking each others lips. Wade guided the boys legs around his waist, fingers digging into his waist. Slowly, his tip met perfect folds, and ribbed down to his core. The motion caused Pete to shiver, and to grasp for the man.

He inched inside his lovers glory hole, tight walls enveloping his throbbing member. The Arachnid let out a muffled whine, holding onto his large body. The thrusts were slow at first, roughening just as Peter got used to his lover.

Moans escaped soft lips, as Peter tugged the dial on the stove to its off switch. His senses spilled into overdrive as he held onto Wade, his hips snapping harshly as he picked up his pace.

It didn't take long for them to climax, for Peter's body to spasm at the sudden spark of overwhelming pleasure. Wade pulled out, it for his seed to leak against his lovers inner thigh.

Their lips found each other again, this time in a gentle movement. Soft lips glided against scarred ones as the came down from their euphoria.

After a long breathing period, they started breakfast up again, and Peter attacked his pancake like it was his last meal.

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Peter climbed into the shower, Wade following soon after. They stood under the warm spray, arms wrapping loosely around the smaller boy's waist. The Arachnid's face met his lovers chest, breathing in the steam that emitted from their boiling shower. Peter liked it hot so his skin burned; Wade liked it ice cold. They kept the water at the perfect temperature, delicate enough for Wade and warm enough for Peter.

After a moment of standing under the water, Wade pulled away to find the soap. He rubbed it lovingly against the boys soft skin, making sure to be careful against the spider's chest. The stitches had been pulled out, he was just sensitive now. The white streaks against his skin became small little bubbles as the bar glided along pale skin.

Peter hummed happily, leaning against the touch even after the water washed away the suds. Wade squirted shampoo into his palm and rubbed gently into his scalp, the smell of vanilla and eucalyptus surrounding them. The spider's signature scent caused Wade to take in a long, deep breath. He missed his spider-butt so much.

[ Aww, he's so cute when he scrunched up his nose!!]

[ You say that when he does anything..]

He's cute when he does ecerything.. Wade reminded his box, fingers slipping along chestnut locks, lathering the soap into his fluffy hair.

[ Are we just going to forget what happened? Just like that? Really? That's how gullible we are?!]

[ He said he was sorry..]

The Arachnid looked up at him, as the man guided him under the water. Wade pulled him back up as soon as the shampoo had washed away, and leaned over to pepper kisses against his face.

Peter giggled in response, the happiness filling his features. A scarred finger traced golden freckles across his pale cheek, and the mercenary let out a content sigh.

" I missed you.." Peter whispered, brown eyes staring up at the beautiful blue.

" I love you.."

" I love you too.."

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The apartment felt less empty with The Arachnid back. They sat there, Peter's back pressed against Wade's stomach, nose burried in a book. The Mercenaries arms wrapped around his lover, large hands connecting to clutch the controller.

While Wade fired away at his enemy; Pete sat peacefully, eyes scanning over the page with a hum. The book was assigned to him yesterday, and he was already more then halfway through it. Of course he read past where he was supposed to, and of course he was a fast reader.

The book? Pride and Prejudice.

He liked it, more then he thought he would. The Arachnid didn't like books like this one, his favorite books were a mix of action, and biology.

Wade, who was complaining about the unrealistic graphics in the game, nearly knocked the other boys glasses off as it got more intense. He had gotten Battlefront II less then a week ago, and he was close to finishing it.

" I swear, they never get the blood splatter right. " Wade muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he button mashed. To say he was getting frustrated was an understatement.

" You're just mad you're getting your ads kicked.."

" I wouldn't be getting my ass kicked if this was real." The mercenary pouted, slamming his thumb against a combination of buttons.

" But it's not. It's a game, baby." Peter looked up from his book, eyes sparkling as they stared up at him. " Do you want to turn it off so we can watch golden girl?"

Wade pondered for a moment, before nodding quickly. The spider watched as he closed out of the console, and searched for the remote.

" Remember, Peter. We have to pray for Betty White." Deadpool hummed, as the boy closed his book.

" How could I forget to pray for Betty White, she's an icon."

" An Icon? Betty White is a god. She is the only good thing left in this world." The mercenary argued, watching the way Peter's brow cocked. " Other then you, my love. And Mexican food."

The spider got on his knees, and pulled the hood off Wade's head. He guided his lover down, to the couch cushions, cuddling close to his baby.

" How old is Betty White?" Peter spoke up, after a pause of peaceful silence.

" You never ask a woman her age, Peter. It's disrespectful."

" Right.."

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//I'm sorry I've been gone for so long! I'll try to start updating regularly again! Do you guys want more domesticated Spideypool, or more superhero spideypool?