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veryace-ficrecs · 1 year
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Spideypool identity reveal fic rec
This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :) 
Two Idiots and a Baby by riseofthefallenone - Rated T
Peter’s roommate bails with little notice before the renewal of their lease. Not wanting to give up the apartment, Peter puts out an ad for a new roommate. He didn’t really expect to end up living with a newborn and her “ex-special forces” father, but… Here they are, and he wouldn’t change a thing about it.
cracked halves by Scarlet_Ribbons - Rated M
"So… what is this?" Deadpool asks faux-brightly, even though he looks like he might lose it. Peter takes a deep breath, willing his voice not to crack. "It's, um. Hot water with salt and oregano so I can trick myself into thinking it's soup." (It starts with food. As with most things regarding Deadpool, it hardly ends there.)
hey you (who the fuck are you) by fancastical - Rated T
For some reason, Peter thinks Deadpool knows his secret identity so he thinks its not a big deal to chat with the merc in his civilian identity whenever he bumps into him in various locations. Wade, meanwhile, is confused on why a cute but grouchy nerd keeps talking to him like they know each other but hey, its New York! Eccentrics are everywhere and this guy is really cute and doesn’t seem to mind hanging out with him!
let me explain by jilliancares - Rated G
Wade scoffs, shaking his head and elbowing Peter in the side. “Sure,” he says, sarcastic. “That’s why your spidey-sense doesn’t see me.” Peter’s on the verge of laughing, wanting to join Wade in his amusement, but he freezes. His entire body goes still. He finds himself staring at a roof three buildings over, not even looking at anything. Two blocks away, a car alarm finally shuts off. “I never told you that,” Peter says, the realization startling him. Or: Peter's starting to realize just how much Wade knows about him.
Chiaroscuro by Purple_Mind - Rated T
Peter needs to take a good picture for a college course photography assignment, but can't, for the life of him, find a decent subject, and time is running out. It's a good thing Wade is willing to lend a hand (or, rather, another part of his anatomy). Pure fluff: definitely not half as dirty as that last sentence would have you believe.
Of Blizzards, Coffee, and Jackets by chasing_the_sterek - Rated T
Peter didn't expect agreeing to borrow Deadpool's jacket would lead to his secret identity being found out. Although maybe he should've considered the repercussions before he wore it outside. In civilian clothes.
Lobster Biscuit by Scarlet_Ribbons - Rated T
Peter goes on a terrible, terrible date, cashes in a favor on behalf of Spider-Man, and begs Deadpool to crash it. Deadpool delivers.
Dressed to Thrill by mokuyoubi - Rated T
Wade takes every aspect of Halloween very seriously, right down to the costume. So when he goes as Spider-Man, his costume isn't complete without all the accouterments. There's one person who can help with that, but is he ready to give up his secret identity like that?
It Just Takes One Look by TimidTurnip - Rated T
Peter is running late and doesn't have time to deal with Deadpool on his campus. Especially when he's not wearing his Spider-man suit.
Not One Hundred Percent by HashtagLEH - Rated M
After being drugged at a party, Peter is lucid enough to figure out that he needs help. But who does he even know (and trust) enough that he can just pop up on their doorstep at two in the morning? Meanwhile, Wade would just really like to know who this random college kid is that showed up at his door.
are you sure you wanna' love me? by scarlett_starlett - Rated T
Spider-Man is everything Peter Parker wishes he could be—witty, confident, loud, sassy, and sexy… This is no more apparent to him than when Deadpool walks past him without a second glance the first time they meet. It sucks, considering Peter Parker has an embarrassing crush on the ex-merc.
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bunsofhoney · 5 months
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"I killed you!" yells Spider-Man at him.
"Yeah, about that…turns out it's harder than you might think." Wade gives an apologetic shrug.
"No, you were dead. I don't leave witnesses. You were dead, I checked."
BAMFs, ch. 2: The Train Job
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animebrains · 1 year
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Sup. Looking for Spideypool RP partner.
Ima be honest I’m pretty chill, but I have been roleplaying for about 9+ years, so I think I’ve got plenty of experience. In regards to a partner, I’m more lenient, I don’t wanna put too much pressure on you to preform, we all gotta start somewhere right?
Personally though I write a fuck ton, can’t keep my mouth shut you know: I write paragraphs, sometimes essays worth of shit when needed, but don’t let this freak you out, you don’t gotta do the same.
I do however have some things I’m unmoving on. You must be 18+ I’m 22. However we do not have to do 18+ rps, but I’m not against it either, I’m pretty down for it really, I really love smut man.
I’m down with being Wade or Peter, no preference. Most things I like to discuss per person, I’m all about compromise. But I do prefer the characters being Switches.
Uhhh lastly, I don’t have very many boundaries or triggers, so just tell me what YOU don’t want and I’ll honor it my man. Scouts honor folks.
So yeah, dm me bb, and I’ll get to you after the beep. Also I do prefer to move over to discord to RP. On tumblr I don’t know notifications so I may take longer to reply.
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poisonwrites · 2 years
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Fold
Rating: E
Pairing: Wade Wilson / Peter Parker
Words: 6.3K
Summary:
Men like Deadpool made a killing in the aftermath of the battle. Deadpool and Daredevil may have been the most popular, but other vigilantes—with none of the polished pristine of Iron Man—were running wild. Peter was barely keeping up with the new world. He guessed he was lucky that Deadpool trusted him to the extent he did, because the alternative… The alternative was whatever had happened that night; Deadpool crushing him against the wall while Peter’s heart fluttered in his chest. He had been expecting Deadpool’s anger when Peter took out the lion’s share of Toomes’ stash— but not like that. 
Read Here!
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waterme-stories · 1 year
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Unleavened
(8636 words, Mature)
“Why is this holiday different from all other holidays?”
(Wade and Peter navigate polyamory, a persistent ant infestation, a part-time kid, a tiny sprinkle of clinical depression, and an interfaith relationship.)
A couple of years ago I wrote a Spideypool Passover fic, and you can read it if you want!
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spideypoolsupremacy · 11 months
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All I'm saying is that some fics deserve to be movies. Like I need the edits, the controversy, the fanart, the obsession which will follow me like a shadow until I die, the fanfiction of the movie which was based on fanfiction in the first place-
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ask-spiderpool · 5 months
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mastercherry · 1 year
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Reading the raunchiest, dirtiest, smuttiest, smut on the planet in public, me: 😐
Reading a single, small, tiny, miniscule, itty-bitty hint of fluff in public, me: ☺️🥰😆😝🤩🫡🥰🥹🥺😭😱🤓💖🙈🙉🙊💥💯🤌👌🙌🫶🤲☠️🤡😆😆😆🤩🤩😘😍🥰
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mischievous-thunder · 8 months
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emocheremuha · 16 days
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dig me right into the hole if I die here, I won't feel anymore and my words get all choked up in my mouth in a tunnel I'll swell up, filled with doubt
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makkis-meanderings · 7 days
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I grew up being gaslit and queerbaited by media, now you're trying to tell me that I shouldn't be filtering AO3 by >10,000 words, angst, hurt/comfort, canon divergence, pining??
what do you want from me fr??
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spjafterhours · 3 months
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dance party!!! the spideypool comic
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bunsofhoney · 6 months
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PLEASE.
The alien seemed to get more desperate by the moment.
WE ARE HUNGRY NOW. WEAK. WE WANT TO FEED.
“I’m guessing you aren’t craving, like, nachos or ice cream…”
BRAINSSSSS... Venom's voice trailed off and they crouched lower and tensed their shoulders, looking menacingly at Peter. Their long tongue snaked out and whipped around, drool dripping from it and from their gleaming white teeth.
. . .
Venom is sick , and comes to Peter for help. Can Peter, Wade, Eddie and Gwen figure out an antidote before it's too late?
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babyblankyerror · 2 years
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Fics in which Deadpool finds out who Spiderman is based solely on his ass are one of a kind
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poisonwrites · 2 years
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Lights 
A Spideypool drabble for @pnklemnd3 <3
*** There was a distinct lack of light in this part of Queens; an area of more houses and apartments than stores and restaurants. The only thing that was lighting Spidey’s way home was the twinkle of Christmas lights— flashes of red and green and orange and blue. They sparkled valiantly under the heavy blanket of snow, which crunched under Peter’s feet as he landed atop a building. 
“Come here often?” a voice said from behind Peter as he geared up to leap to the next roof. Before he could whirl around—where was his tingle?---a large arm wrapped around his waist. He was pulled flush against something very solid, something…warm. And then—
“Eeeek!” Peter shrieked (in a very manly and not at all high-pitched way). A handful of snow was shoved down the neck of his suit. It melted quickly on impact, and icy tracks of water trickled down his spine and into his underwear.
Behind him, the perp laughed. In fact, the perp let him go. What the fuck? Peter whirled on him, and oh god, that made the clump of snow move, it was between his shoulder blades now— “Wade!” he yelled.
Wade was nearly doubled over with laughter, wiping a nonexistent tear from the lens of his mask, “Oh my god, baby, I really scared you. You didn’t see me?”
“I—” Peter searched for something to say, but his mouth was screwed up into a pout. Instead he leaned forward and scooped up a large clump of snow. Before Wade was able to move, Peter took the shot, landing the snowball right over Wade’s heart.
“Augh!” Wade slumped over. He fell to one knee, “I’ve been merced—” Peter rolled his eyes, “someone call 911…”
“You’re such a—” Peter was stopped by a snowball straight to the face. I wasn’t tightly packed, so it didn’t hurt, but the snow stuck to his mask and lens. When it finally fell from his face, Peter planted his fists on his hips. 
“Wade.”
Wade gave a little smile, “You’re cute when you’re angry, baby.”
Cute? Oh, Peter could be real cute.
He dove forward, tackling Wade the rest of the way to the ground. They landed with a soft thud in the snow. When they finally pulled apart, and he ceased what had become a tickle assault on Wade’s armpits, Peter realized he was dragging in ragged breaths of cold air. The icy air stung his nose and his lungs as he pulled in breath after breath to keep up with his laughter. Wade was in much the same position, his breath foggy white clouds in front of him to the tune of his deep chuckle. Peter finally ripped off his mask, letting himself gulp in even more of the mid-winter air.
“You really didn’t see me, baby boy?” Wade asked while also removing his mask.
“No!” Peter landed a playful smack with his mask on his boyfriend’s chest. “I was rushing to get home to you! I said we would spend Christmas eve together and…” he shifted atop Wade’s thighs, “And it’s almost midnight. I didn’t want to like, stand you up.”
Another huff of laughter, “Kitten, I’ve been dating you long enough to know that you and deadlines do not get along.”
Peter scrunched up his nose, “Yeah, but this is important.” And Peter let himself lean forward so their clouds of breath intermingled. “It’s the first year you and I don’t have like—a crisis happening.” He pecked Wade on the lips, “I wanted it to be special.”
“Petey,” Wade wrapped his arms around Peter’s neck, pulling him in until their lips almost brushed. Wade smelled like fresh snow and kevlar— a smell Peter could live with. “Anytime I get to be with you is special.” He interlocked their lips.
They kissed languidly for a moment, their tongues brushing and their lips wet and hot between them. It was only once Peter began to shiver that he pulled back, looking down at Wade. “That was…really cheesy. You know that right?” 
“You live for my cheese, ba–AH!”
Peter had seen an opening and had shoved a handful of snow up the front of Wade’s costume. His boyfriend shivered and heaved upwards, throwing Peter butt-first back onto the snow.
“That does it!” Wade pushed Peter onto his back. Above him, the night sky began to rain down more fat, white snowflakes, “You’re gonna get it, Spidey.”
“Oh no,” Peter deadpanned, “is there no more humane torture than my hot boyfriend pinning me down?”
Wade’s hands were merciless on Peter’s sides, and the boy shrieked with laughter, “You’re gonna regret those words.” He stopped, stooped down, and pecked a kiss to Peter’s chilly lips. “Or will you?”
Peter’s eyes shone with laughter, with…something else. Something warm and cozy and…home? Did this feel like home? “I love you, Wade,” he said before he could stop himself.
And Wade…he looked down at Peter, eyes soft, and answered back, “I love you too, Pete.” And Peter felt every cell--every nerve---in his body light up with happiness.
Right before Wade shoved a handful of snow into Peter’s face.
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giyuulatte · 6 months
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it’s that time where i go through my marked for later on ao3 and see what kinda weird shit i was on
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