“You. Can’t. Tell. Anyone.” “What will you give me for it?” Wade said, his mouth working without any input from his brain, which had probably fried with Peter’s hotness. He was too hot. [Hot damn] “W-what?” “Have sex with me.” Note: One of those fics where even though the prompt and the writer write it as completely consensual, and I provide several paragraphs clearly saying how it's consensual, if you squint and ignore the inner dialogue, you could say Peter was backed into a wall

Peter is working on his laptop. Wade feeds off attention.

Sometimes heroes just need to relax. Deadpool is very good at helping people relax.

[Second chapter contains smut] Peter took a few ragged breaths. He had killed his boyfriend. That was definitely way up on the ‘Bad Things for Boyfriends to Do’ list.