#spideypool x reader

Imagine dating both Peter and Wade and being the only one not involved with their nightlife. You are no hero, and you are definitely not a villain or any kind of anti-hero. You are just a guy. 

Or, well. You are mostly just a guy. Wade has taught you how to use a lot of different weapons, or martial arts, just in case you need it. Peter does his best to keep you prepared too, cuz you never know. 

But all in all, just a guy. You worked at the daily bugle, which was where you met Peter back in the day. At some point you quit, not being able to put up with J.J Jameson and his bull. 

Luckily, you have a mercenary boyfriend who makes a lot of money if he wants to, so you get to do what you feel passionate about. And Wade? All he asks in return is you get to watch you work as he sighs dreamily every five minutes. 

That, and he wants you to fuck him stupid on the regular. Anything from just giving him a hand here and there, to tying him to a cross and whipping him (if you’re into that). Wade is up for just about anything, anywhere, anytime. 

Peter’s a bit more downlow about it. He’s got a wild libido, but nothing you can’t deal with (mainly cuz Wade gets plowed when they go on patrol, multiple times some days. They send voice messages, so you don’t feel left out). 

Wade is the one who takes it most days, because of course Wade would love to get taken from both sides by his boyfriends, or both of you in the same hole. He's always a bit lacking when it comes to prep though, as Wade claims his healing factor will fix him. 

Peter doesn’t mind being in the middle, but really, he likes when it’s you are Wade more. He likes loving on you both, and then making you both think you’re seeing heaven from how many times he makes you cum. 

No matter who though, the aftercare is great. Even when they, or one of them, return from patrol worked up, angry and barely able to keep it together. It’s something you three had to discuss in the beginning of the relationship, to make sure everyone felt fulfilled. 

It can go the other way though. Like the times your boyfriends just off and leave during the night, or don’t make it dates or dinners. You have had to make so many excuses for them over the years. 

Peter and Wade always do their best to make it up for you, in any way you may need. Even if it’s just cleaning the apartment, or giving you some time, or worshipping you all over and leaving you so positively worn out that you forget why you were angry in the first place. 

Wade feels insecure about his body, a lot. Not just his body, but also his voice, his lack of hair, his eyes, his teeth, his personality, everything. And like Wade, he always hides it behind humor or by being over the top in bed. The clearest sign though, is that he’s not willing to take his mask off. 

On days like this, you and Peter have to put your heads together and make a plan. Something to make Wade feel loved, feel attractive and feel wanted.  

Some days all Wade needs is for you both to jerk off in his face and coo compliments at him. But on other days, Wade won’t even let you look at him. But he still likes to watch, even if he does it by hiding in the closet. 

You and Peter figure out that what works when he’s like this, is for you both to share a silicone sleeve. Something you can both fuck into, you seated in Peters lap so he can hold you when you get too overstimulated. 

As long as Wade can see what you guys are doing, and hear how you both moan and compliment him the entire time. It's only when you are left shaking and wrung dry, and Peter is panting and sweaty, that Wade will slowly climb out the closet and up the bed. 

Peter though, the planner he is, always makes sure there’s just enough juice in your tank that you can get hard again. Enough that Wade can sink down on you as Peter gets behind him, and pushes in beside you. 

Even when you are sobbing from overstimulation, and love for the two men above you, you still make sure to express how much you love them. It gets hard to understand you from how wobbly your voice gets, but Wade and Peter both find it cute, so it’s fine. 

Wade finally gets his mask off to kiss you both, right before he tumbles over the edge. He won’t stop moving his hips until you and Peter fill him, Wade needs it. At least he pats your cheek and tells you that you’re doing so good. 

Afterwards, you always pull Wade down for cuddles as Peter gets you guys cleaned up, both to love on Wade some extra, and so Peter can do a few paces around the apartment to calm down again, because of course he’s still hard. 

So yeah, your ears are ringing and you can taste color and see sound, but it’s all good. Peter and Wade both seem happy and satisfied, as you all three cuddle on the now clean sheets (yes peter lifted both of you with one arm to change them).  

Wade would never admit it out loud, not genuinely, but he liked the way (Y/n) worried over him. Having healing and regenerative abilities, no one truly worried about his injuries, at least not in the sense of his well-being, more so in the realm of whether he can still function, whether he can still be of service, and how inconvenient it is. It was mean, but he liked the way she gasped, the way she jumped to treat each of his wounds, the way she sometimes wept when she cleaned his blood-stained clothes. It was mean, but he liked the idea that someone cared about his pain.

Of course, Peter cared about his injuries, too, but he didn't cry over them. He didn't treat his injuries with a watery smile of pain and adoration but a scowl of annoyance and affection. He was aware of Wade's limits and did all he could to ensure that he stayed within them and held him when the pain got too much. But sometimes, he wanted someone to cry over him.

Like right now.

Deadpool had a job that took him all the way to Korea, where he decided to imitate swish cheese and lose a fucking arm. His arm had long since grown back, but he was still looking like swish cheese on account of his being unable to remove the bullets. Actually, his skin healed around some of the bullets, so she was also having to cut some of them out of them.

He watched as she did so. Taking a scalpel to his torso, gently cutting, then picking up tweezers and pulling out a bullet. Placing it in a small bowl, he held with others. She presses on the cut until it heals itself and moves on to the next, all while tears gently flow down her cheeks.

(Y/n) didn't move or stop as she heard the front door open.

"Hey, baby Boy, welcome home," Wade called out as he watched Peter come in, slinging his bag onto the couch. He comes over to them and kisses Wade's forehead.

"Welcome back," he says as he takes the bowl from him and sits on the floor next to (Y/n). He kisses her shoulder but ultimately leaves her alone to work, playing assistant as he holds her bowl and hands her her tools.

While he liked (Y/n) tears, he also liked Peter's like thereof. (Y/n) was gentle, with a soft voice, steady hands, and open emotions. Wade needed to be cared for in her eyes. Peter didn't weep. He was gentle, but he was also stern, with steady hands and controlled emotions. Wade needed to be held responsible in his eyes.

Wade Wilson was a trained mercenary with many skills and knowledge. He was able to perform as a mercenary and remain alive with less frequent injuries before gaining his regenerative abilities for several years. Plus, some of the injuries he got were honestly ridiculous and could have been avoided with just a bit of self-preservation. (Sometime Peter thinks he exchange for his abilities.)

He did his best to remind Wade he didn't need to hurt himself to be worthy. They liked him more without the extra holes and missing limbs.

Removing that last bullet, (Y/n) finally wipes her tears, not caring for the blood on her hands. " I can call your suit guy tomorrow," she said as she picked up her supplies.

" Don't worry about that. I made so much dough at the last job. I'm going to be lazy for a little while."

"No, you're not." Peter quickly said, " I'm not going to let you sit around and turn this house into a pigsty."

"What?!" Wade placed a hand on his chest mockingly. "I would never."

(Y/n) and Peter just rolled their eyes. " How about you two go take a shower and I'll start on dinner."

"Wonderful idea, darling. I need to wash off all this blood. Who knows where it's been." Wade says as he skips to the bathroom.

"We love that man," Peter said with an exhausted smile.

"Yes, yes, we do." (Y/n) said, " I'm going to make him chimichangas."

"Are you sure? You just got off an 18 hour shift." (Y/n) was currenting doing her medical residency often pulling 24 to 16 hour days.

"And you just got off an early morning patrol and 6 hour shift with a shitty boss. Speaking of, do you have any injuries for me." She steps forward wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I scared an old lady so she hit me with her purse, gave me a bruise. Although she got me yogurt to say sorry. My day was uneventful, I can make dinner."

"Lies, I saw that building fire. You saved those people. I'll be fine. Tell you what, I'll make your favorite tomorrow, Homemade Pizza. How does that sound?"

"I don't know how I got you, What I did to deserve you" She giggled and gave him a kiss.

"Go join Wade in the shower. Make sure I didn't miss anything please." She waved him off and moved to started dinner.

"Yes, ma'am" he salutes her as he made his way to their shower.

"NO SEX."

You broke the kiss and looked in Wade's brown eyes. You could see his love for you, but his pupils were blown wide with lust. You knew that he wanted you and you wanted him in the same way. 

“Wade,” you whispered. 

“Yeah?” Wade responded and started to kiss your neck, sucking the skin between his lips and leaving purple marks. 

“Does it hurt?” You asked him quietly. You didn't notice that you stuttered a little. 

Wade gave you lovingly smile. “I would never hurt you, Y/N. I will be careful and I will prepare you first. Your pussy is very tight, I assume. What do you say if we start with one of my fingers and a lot of lube. And if you like it, we continue.” 

You nodded at Wade words and he left for a second to get the lube from the drawer. 

Wade came back to you, his eyes roamed your body while you were laying on your bed with spreaded legs. “You look so beautiful,” he complimented you. 

You whined as Wade touched your folds and pulled them apart to reveal your entrance. 

With his thumb he massaged your clit and you arched your back. “Wade,” you gasped when his thumb wandered down and teased your hole. 

“I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me,” he confessed. “Okay, baby girl, shall we start with one finger?” 

You could only nod. You were excited what Wade long fingers would feel like. Of course, you tried it by yourself before and you had orgasms, but not every time. You watched Wade put an amount of lube on his fingers and how he rubbed it between them. 

“Are you ready?” Wade wanted to make sure you're okay. 

“Yes please Wade,” you prompted him and he didn't waste time. Carefully he spreaded lube on your folds and then he dipped his fingertip in your tight hole. Your muscles tensed around his finger 

“Shhh, relax, baby,” Wade soothed you and his free hand rubbed your lower belly. You concentrated on your breathing and Wade shoved his finger to the second knuckle inside. 

Wade checked again if he should continue and you encouraged him. It felt different compared to your own fingers, but when Wade began to move it in a faster pace it got better. You moaned loudly and looked down watching Wade's movement. 

“Can you add another?” you asked him desperately for more pleasure. Wade did what you wanted. You were strechted and it was a slight ache, but it was a good feeling. 

“Do you like it?” Wade asked curiously and smiled at you. He curled his fingers up and you gasped loudly. 

“So good, Wade,” you praised him and he repeated the action a few times.

Wade beamed with pride that he could make you feel good. Wade was still worried that he would make you feel uncomfortable or it would hurt, but according to the noises escaping your mouth you enjoyed yourself very much. He thrusted his fingers in a steady rhythm inside you and your hips began to move towards him. You literally fucked yourself on his fingers after a while. 

"Please, Wade, I know you want me," you said between your moans. 

"Of course, I want you, baby girl. More than anything. Can you hear how wet you are?" 

Wade pumped his fingers a little faster, so there was a squishy noise. "Is that all for me? 

"Yes, yes, only you," you babbled helplessly when the heat in your lower belly started to increase. 

You felt so turned on from all the previous events that if he would only touch your clit, you were sure you would come in no time. "Wade, please, I'm ready. I want your cock." 

Wade grinned hearing your desperate please. There was no doubt that he will give what you needed in that moment, but he was sure you could wait a few minutes more. He looked over at Peter who watched the both of you with sleepy eyes, but with a lovingly smile on his lips. 

"Were you ever so desperate for Peter's touch? Did he ever make you feeling so good?" 

You frowned and opened slowly your eyes. You saw that you were watched the whole time, but you just smile back at Peter. You were happy that you could share this experience with the both men you loved. 

You thought a moment about Wade's questions and you knew that he only wanted to tease you. It wasn't a test or anything else. He was just curious and you wanted to give him a satisfying answer. 

"Every time I touch myself I think about both of you. How your mouths and hands would feel on my body. I think about what would your cocks feel like inside me and how much bigger they would be than my fingers. And when you really touch me it feels like my skin is on fire and when you kiss me I can feel my desire for you deep in my bones. So, yes, Peter makes me always feel good and so do you. Did you ever doubt it?" 

You gave him a changeling smile, but he only shook his head still grinning. 

"I didn't know you had such dirty thoughts. I should've asked you earlier. You know I'm curious, if you would request someday to take both of our cocks?" 

Your eyes widened in shock and Wade chuckled darkly. "You would look so pretty stuffed by two cocks. Maybe one in your pussy and one in your mouth. Or one inside your tight little ass. That would be awesome," Wade suggested and his thumb rubbed tenderly over your butthole. You gasped at his touch and he pushed his thumb a little bit inside, but he didn't slip past your rim. 

"Oh Wade, that feels weird," you uttered your thoughts, but still moaned at the new feeling. 

“Does it hurt?” Wade asked with honest concern in his voice and you shook your head. You liked it, but you never considered that someone would touch your butthole during sex. Wade continued to touch you there and it awoke new feelings in your body.  

"I see you like it. You look so hot, baby girl. But we won't go further now. All I want is you," Wade said with a deep groan and moved his fingers a little faster inside you. Your walls fluttered around him and his eyes were glued to the part of your body where his fingers were inside, and he felt how drops of pre-cum formed on his slit. God, the noises you made weren't from earth and it made nearly impossibly not to come from the sight of your hips rolling waves down onto his fingers.  

You were tight around his fingers like he told you earlier and after a few more times pushing into you, both of you knew you were ready for more. You opened your eyes and your heating gaze burned into his eyes.  

Wade withdrew his fingers from your pussy and you winced on the feeling of being empty. His hands caressed the inside of your tighs and slowly he pulled your legs up, so he could move closer to your entrance. You gasped when the tip of his cock nudged your sensitive folds. 

"Hold your legs up here for me, yeah," Wade told you gently and followed his request. 

You had never felt more exposed to your lover and you gulped when you watched how his eyes roamed every inch of your lower parts. “You're piece of art, Y/N, I never saw a woman that was more beautiful than you. And your pussy is magnificent. I could write poems about your pussy, I’m already in love with her.”  

You made a confused grimace, but chuckled slightly when Wade smiled at you. “You're always so cheesy.”  

“Oh, but you appreciate my compliments, even when they are cheesy,” Wade replied and wiggled his non-existent eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and Wade made an unpleasant noise at your behaviour. You looked back at him surprised. “Young lady, I think I need to teach you some respect. Maybe I should skip fucking your pussy and gave you good spanking, and maybe then I let you come all over my cock.”  

You weren't sure from where Wade’s sudden mood swings came and you were even more surprised that his words turned you on. You decided to play along with his little game and shook your head frequently. “Please, I’m sorry. I will be good for you now. Please, I want your cock in my pussy.”

Wade’s eyes widened when he realized you played along with him, when his first intention was just to tease you a little bit.  

“Will you beg to be stretched by my cock? I will give your pussy its first proper fucking and you will take it like a good little girl.”  

Wade took himself in his hand and his tip parted your folds for a second time, slowly he rubbed against your swollen clit. You moaned when you throw your head in the neck.  

“I… oh god, Wade… please, put your cock inside. I don’t want to wait anymore.”  

“I think you can do it better,” Wade challenged you with a grin.  

You looked down on your body to see how Wade teased you the whole time and you knew from the colour of his cock that he was holding himself back. The cock was so stiff that it must probably hurt him, but he still got the nerves to make you beg. This man got patience and a strong will, but you waited a very long time for this moment and you weren't so patient anymore.  

“Wade, I love you, so, please, make me yours. I want you so bad.”  

Wade couldn’t stand anymore as he heard your sweet voice pleading for his cock and so he lined himself up. As he eased the gleaming tip inside, slowly his way into the warm heat of your pussy he felt your tightness for the first time around him.  

Your breathing began to stutter when his cock breached your body and the ache of the stretch increased with every millimetre he sunk further.  

“Ahh, wait, it hurts… take it a slower.”  

Wade looked alarmed at you, but you encouraged him with a small nod and he moved rhythmically, pushing his cock slowly further into the hot tight space, moving his pelvis back and forth.  

“Like this,” Wade mumbled. “Just like this, baby girl, you doing so good.”  

The praise made you gasping when your body got used to the sudden intrusion and the arousal was mixed with the pain when you felt how his cock reached the deepest point of your pussy. Tears stung in your eyes when you tried to wrap your head around the new feelings and your nails dig inside his biceps when he picked up his pace, now sliding in and out with ease.  

“It still hurts, but why does it feel so good at the same time, Wade? You're so big and hard in me. Oh and it’s a bonus that your cock is scarred. I can feel it all and it’s so fucking good.” Your voice sounded strained and he caressed your thighs when he plunged his cock in your welcoming heat. He was pleased that the thing he hated about himseld the most, the scarred skin, brought you the most pleasure.

“I fit perfectly inside you. It’s like your pussy was made for me. You're taking me so good, Y/N. I will spend forever right between your legs.”  

Wade felt like he entered heaven the minute your walls began to clench around him and he hissed as he inhaled deeply. He pushed your thighs up so he could a better view and let himself sunk deeper.  

“Oh, yes, Wade. Please, more, I need more,” you begged, overwhelmed from the sheer pleasure Wade caused inside your body. It was your first time having sex, but you never imagined that you would beg him to take you harder. You always dreamed of sweet love making, but here you were turning into hot wild cat in the sheets.  

“You want me to fuck you harder?” Wade asked you to be entirely sure and he wouldn't do anything that you didn’t want to.  

“Yes, don’t hold back…” You couldn’t get the chance to finish your sentence, because Wade was pounding into your pussy with abandon. You were both panting, and your skin against his was like fire, like lightning, and for a moment you felt like there wasn't enough air in your lungs. The constant motion and friction on your sensitive inner walls pushed you further to your climax and you knew it wouldn’t take longer when you both would reach your high. Wade’s hips stutter and he withdrew and slammed back into you hard, again and again, until he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, not for one second, and you were still begging for more. 

"Are you close?" Wade asked breathlessly, after a final thrust, he laid your legs around his hips carefully, so he could embrace your body with his arms.  

"Yes, so close, just… Wade… keep going," you begged in earnest. Wade hips jerked sharp forward, shallow thrusts following the first one and you hold onto his shoulders, keeping your bodies together.

„Please, don’t stop, you feel so good,“ you begged him and Wade thought that he never heard anything better than you sweet voice.

You could feel that you were close when your walls kept clamping down on his hard cock. You loved how he reached parts deep inside your body that you didn’t know excisted and you wished that he would never seperate from your body ever again. That was why you whimpered every time only the tip of his cock remained in your pussy and you feared he would just pull out and left you alone with your aching core.

„Where do you want me to come, baby girl?“ Wade asked groaning and you could sense that he was nearing his climax. You fantasized about having his cum painted on your skin, but now you wanted to have all of him.

„What do you think, darling? I want you to come in my pussy. Make me yours in every way possible. Please, I know you want it. Fill me with your cum,“ you replied breathlessly and Wade pressed a hard kiss to your lips. He moved his hips faster and harder than before and you took it gladly. He angled his his hips, so he would hit the upper part of your pussy, right behind your pubic bone. Two things Wade noticed following his actions, firsr, he saw a slight bulge on your lower stomach when he trusted inside you, and second, youe loud scream followed by it.

„Oh, what are you doing? Fuck, is that…,“ you were interrupted when another wave of pleasure ran through you from his precise pounding.

„That is it, your g-spot. Found it. I will make come so hard, you’ll forget your own name.“

You began to pant and moan loudly beneath Wade while the tension in your stomach was growing, and growing.

„Let go for me,“ he whispered into your ear as he dug his fingers into your hips and you gasped as he plunged deeply inside of you.

„Oh god, yes, Wade,“ you screamed when your orgasm washed over you like a wave crashng down on the shore. His hips didn’t stop pumping into you and it didn’t take long until he spurted rope after rope of his cum to fill your pussy that still convulsed around him.

„Oh fuck, that’s it. You’re milking my cock. Yes, so tight, so perfect. This must be heaven.“

Wade was so overwhelmed wirth his feelings that his mind was completely blank. There was only you and your wet pussy massaging every drop of cum out of him. He never this hard in his life before. You will be the dead of him, ypou and Peter, because he could only imagine what it would feel like to bury himself inside Peter’s little hole, hearing his moans, or the imagination of Peter fucking him, nailing his prostate wit every trust. Wade nearly blacked out from white, hot pleasure.

He forced himself to look at you. Your head thrown back and your legs shaking from your orgasm, but the odd thing was your hips were still meeting lazy trusts and Wade thought that he could maybe made you come again.

He didn’t know another orgasm was building inside you, chasing it by rapidly impaling yourself on his still hard cock. You whined when Wade shifted and seate himself automatically deeper inside you. His cock nudged your cervix and your eyes rolled back inside your head when his thumb started to rub your clit hard and fast.

„Fuck,“ you screamed again when it took Wade less tham a minute to make you come for a second time.

„Ahh…damn, Y/N,“ Wade muttered breathlessly when your walls tightened a bit more around him and he felt a little orgasm himself. His hips laziy rutted against you.

That was it, you were doney completely exhausted, but happy and satisfied. Your arched back fell on the bed and you let little moans, because Wade was still inside you and causing tiny waves of orgasmic pleasure.

„Too much,“ you whimpered, feeling sensitive and sore between your legs.

„Yeah, give me a moment and I will pull out,“ Wade replied and shuddered when he felt the last spasm of your pussy on his softened cock.

You nodded and caressed his arms. „I love you,“ you mumbled and Wade gave you a lovingly smile.

„Love you too, my heart,“ Wade answered and he felt indeed loved. You had shared something precious with him  his heart could burst from happiness.

Slowly he pulled out of your now sensitive pussy and sihed at the feeling of being empty. You missed him already, but he kissed you tenderly and embraced with his arms.

„How are you feeling?“ Wade asked you and nuzzled your cheek.

„I’m perfectly happy,“ you said.

„Do you think Peter enjoyed the show?“ you asked Wade amd looked finally over to your mutual boyfriend who was clearly enjoying himself. With his hand moving up anf down his hard cock and lust blown eyes, he looked back at you.

„That was the hottest show I’ve ever saw,“ he commented with a rough voice and the sound of it went straight p your core.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned out, two fingers circling over your clit. “Wade...Peter..”

Your back leaned deep into the headboard, legs opened wide in front of the camera that was held up on a tricorder at the foot of the bed. Biting down on your lip, you moved your fingers faster and started pulling at your nipple with your other free hand.

“I’m so wet,” you purred, looking straight at the camera, trying to cover the nerves you felt about making a naughty video for Peter and Wade as a Christmas present. You wanted to do something sexy for them, something they could have on nights away - nights when the three of you couldn’t be together and when things got lonely.

Your eyes closed as you thought of Peter’s soft touch and Wade’s giving nature - which you found surprising the first time the two of you had sex. You thought of the way Peter eagerly ate you out, letting his tongue lap at pussy - god, if he could he’d spend all night making you come that way. Then there was the way Wade was rough in the most gentle way, but when he would let loose, unable to stop until he brought the two of you or sometimes the three of you to climax, and he’d become a beast. He’d pound into you until it almost hurt, giving you the best orgasm of your life and even Peter had to admit, his life too.

“Oh, fuck..” you quivered, moving your fingers down to your wet pussy, teasing yourself. “Peter...Wade…”

“OKAY, I CAN’T, I FUCKING CAN’T!”

Your screamed, hand moving quickly away from your exposed pussy, drawing down a pillow for coverage.

Wade busted out of the double door closet, donning his Deadpool suit, and shaking his head. “Holy shit, sweet buns. You are fucking killing me!”

“Wade, what the actual fuck! You aren’t supposed to be home!”

He pulled off his mask and tossed it on the bed, his chest heaving. “Jesus Christ, R. Kelly get out of the closet,” he called out to whoever was hiding.

You eyed the other door, eyes widening when Peter came fumbling out, looking red in the face and every bit guilty.

“You too, Peter!”

“Well, you see,” he started to explain, walking over to the tripod. “We came home early and decided to scare you - well, Wade decided too.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things,” Wade announced, plopping on the bed next to you, resting a hand on the pillow that was covering your chest and nether regions. “We wanted to scare the shit outta you, but you came home and Peter panicked and pushed me in the closet for our 7 minutes in Heaven.”

“Fuck you, Wade,” Peter snapped back, gazing down at the camera.

“It would be your pleasure,” Wade retorted, slowly lifting the pillow to take a peek of your goods. “But let’s fuck her first, gotta finish the job.”

You pouted, crossing your hands against your chest. “You two ruined my Christmas gift.”

“We’re sorry,” Peter gave an apologetical smile and pointed to the camera. “But just so you know, you didn’t even press record.”

“You gotta be kidding me,” you laughed and shook your head.

“Well, that’s not a problem, My Favorite Amatuer Porn Star,” Wade said, pulling the pillow away from you and throwing it to Peter, who caught it. “We’ll just ménage à trois this mother fucker. Spidey, you hungry?”

Peter smirked, pressed record on the camera, and started shedding his clothes. Wade fist pump the air before turning his attention to you, spreading your legs and asking Peter if he was ready to have you for lunch.

You grinned and bit down on your lip as the two men moved closer to you.