The End Part 2
Peter let out a breath of relief as he made his way inside.
He missed being home.
While they had only really been gone two total nights, there was still a feeling of having been gone to long.
"Well, maybe things can go back to normal around here." May grinned, brushing past him and towards the kitchen.
Peter smiled, following behind her and sitting down at the table.
"Although," she paused. "The house seems kind of empty without James."
"You're never gonna call him Bucky, are you?" Peter smirked.
"Never." May returned his smirk. "He'll always be my James."
Peter chuckled as he took the cup May sat in front of him. He smiled wide as he looked down to see it full of chocolate milk.
"Matty's not so special now, is he?" May asked. "I can keep this stuff around here too."
"You'll always be number one, May."
May hummed, taking a sip of her own cup.
The two were quiet, both taking in being back home.
"They'll come around, Peter."
Peter looked up as May set down her cup.
"Felicia and Wade. They'll come around. Probably when you least expect it."
Peter didn't respond.
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The week seemed to both fly by and drag as Peter endured his mandated hiatus from Spider-Man.
May and Matt had banded together before he had been cleared from the hospital and agreed to keep him on a week’s long lockdown.
“So you don’t do anything stupid to early.”
Had been Matt’s eloquent explanation.
While he was antsy to get back into the suit, he was also enjoying the extra time with May. He hadn’t been aware of just how much time he had been losing out on.
His hiatus was up after tonight, but he had long before decided to limit more of his hours in the suit for May.
Drying his hair from the shower, Peter made his way into his room.
“Miss me?”
Peter gave out a startled yelp, ripping the towel off his head and sticking to the ceiling.
Felicia smirked up at him from where she was stretched out across his bed.
“F-Felicia?”
"That never gets old." she said, sitting up and Peter dropped down.
The two were silent, each waiting to see what the other would do.
After a while, Peter sighed.
"Look, Felicia, I'm sor-"
"I don't want to hear it." Felicia said, shaking her head and standing up.
"It frustrates me to admit that I know why you did something so stupid, and it frustrates me even more to admit I've accepted that you'll probably do it again."
"I don't mean to, it just....happens."
Taking a breath, she pushed Peter on to the bed and climbed in after him, tucking herself into his side and resting her head on his chest.
"Just shut up and give me a few minutes to assure myself you're here and ok."
Nodding, he began running his fingers through her hair as they lay in silence.
"I'm staying over tonight." she mumbled.
"I hoped you would. It would mean you're not as mad at me anymore. I've also missed you."
"I won't be so forgiving next time, Parker."
Peter smiled, as the two drifted off to sleep.
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Opening his eyes, Peter looked around the room, momentarily sure last night had been a dream since he was alone in bed. Taking a moment though revealed the faint scent of Felicia's perfume on the sheets.
Smiling, he pushed himself out of bed, feeling the best he had in the past week.
It still wasn't perfect, but he had gotten Felicia back, and that was a positive he intended to hold on to.
Stumbling down the stairs, the smell of bacon and sounds of laughter filtered through the air.
"Morning sleeping beauty." Felicia smirked, placing a kiss to his cheek as she danced around the table setting out plates and cups.
This, this was normal, and he could definitely do with some normal.
May winked smugly at him as Felicia directed him to a seat.
May was always right.
Peter tried hard not to think about a certain person who he hadn't seen.
The three sat, fully enjoying breakfast and company when the doorbell rang. May raised an eyebrow at Peter who shook his head. He hadn't been expecting anyone.
Frowning, he stood up and headed to the door, leaving May and Felicia to continue breakfast.
Peter stared as he took in the sight of James Barnes in his doorway.
"Hey Peter." Bucky greeted.
Shaking himself out of surprise, Peter moved out the way and motioned for him to come in.
"Um....am I in trouble or something? I haven't been out as Spider-Man-"
"Actually," Bucky said, cutting Peter off. "Is May here?"
Raising his eyebrows, Peter nodded and lead him towards the kitchen.
"Who was at the do-James!" May smiled happily, getting up from the table to give him a hug.
"I was wondering when I would see you again."
Felicia raised an eyebrow at Peter, who shrugged in response. A smirked crossed her lips as she moved Peter's plate in front of another chair and pulled his old one a little closer to her.
"Why don't you come have a seat?" she smiled innocently, patting Peter's old chair.
Peter rolled his eyes as he sat down in his new spot while Bucky and May sat down.
"What brings you by?" May asked. "Not that I'm not glad to see you."
Peter watched in amusement as Bucky seemed to shift a little in nervousness before squaring his shoulders.
"I heard there was a possible room for rent here?"
Everyone froze as they looked at former super solider.
"My current residence lacks the.....homey atmosphere."
May snorted.
"Just admit that you missed me and my book club."
"Betty does recommend good reading." Bucky nodded with a grin.
"Well, you're in luck then. We just so happen to have an open room available. The last occupant kept it very tidy."
Peter smiled as May and Bucky continued their back and forth. He wouldn't deny that he was excited about the idea of keeping a close relationship with the man.
He winced as he felt a hand grab this upper thigh and squeeze tightly. Looking over, he caught Felicia's intense expression as she watched Bucky and May talk.
He knew that look.
He knew that look well.
Felicia Hardy was gearing up for conquest.
He wasn't sure if Bucky was fully aware of the situation he had just put himself in. While he may have felt a little uncomfortable at the tower, that was nothing to what he was opening himself up to by permanently moving into the Parker home.
Peter wondered just what was going through her mind as she continued to kneed his leg while moving up.
Grabbing her hand, Felicia shook out of her apparent wet daydream. Looking down to where her hand had wondered up dangerously close to his crotch, she threw him a saucy wink before giving one last squeeze and removing her hand.
Yes, things were definitely back to normal between them.
The four continued to talk and catch up as May fixed Bucky a plate, insisting he have some.
As expected when it was May's order, Bucky did as he was told.
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"Couldn't get enough of us, huh?" Peter smirked as he slid into the car Bucky had arrived in.
"More like you need constant supervision it seems."
Peter snorted.
"I assure you that Matt has quite the monitoring system ready for my return as Spider-Man, and May has me covered at home."
"One more set of eyes won't hurt when it comes to you." Bucky smirked.
Peter shook his head, watching the city pass by. He had been hesitant to offer help moving the rest of Bucky's things from the tower, but he had been promised that Steve would keep Tony busy while they were there.
"You know, I could have just done this on my own." Bucky said, looking at Peter out the corner of his eye. "I was prepared to."
"No, I think this will be good for me." Peter sighed. "I told Steve I'd help you guys out when you needed me, so I need to get a little bit comfortable with everyone at least. I'm just not sure it'll be as easy with them as it was with Steve."
"That's because Stevie has an annoying knack for drawing people in."
Peter chuckled as Bucky rolled his eyes and pulled into the underground garage.
"How did everyone take you deciding to move out?" Peter asked, sliding out of the car.
"Not really their choice. Steve understood."
Peter nodded, following him into the elevator.
"Welcome back Mr. Parker."
"Thanks FRIDAY." Peter replied.
The two were quiet as the elevator ascended. Peter felt his senses heighten as the numbers climbed higher. If anyone was here, it would be the first time he had seen them outside the suit since the brief glimpse of them when he left the hospital wing.
"We're going to my floor. No one will be there." Bucky said, calming Peter's anxiety.
"Wait, you have your own floor?"
Bucky grinned as the doors opened to a tidy living area with a hall that branched off it. There was a simple kitchen connected to the open floor plan.
"Well, when we first got back, I shared the floor with Steve but then-"
"I got it." Peter said, cutting him off before he could continue.
"Come on, kid. I don't have much, but I appreciate the company."
Peter followed him down the hall and into a large bedroom. There wasn't much in the room as far as decor. It was rather....plain. If it wasn't for the open closet door with clothes, you could convince yourself this was an empty room.
"Dude, you can never let your room get this boring at May's. We prefer the lived in look we got going." Peter said, copying Bucky's style of shoving clothes into duffle bags.
"Don't offer me that kind of freedom."
Peter laughed, finishing up with the dresser. and wandering around the room. There was nothing personal in the space that made it Bucky's own.
"First thing we're gonna do is have pictures made." Peter huffed.
"Pictures?" Bucky asked, pausing his meager packing.
"Yes. Pictures. You need some personal touches for your room. May has us take family photos every year. Felicia's in them, and since you're my brother now, you need to be in them as well."
Bucky stared as Peter obliviously continued around the room, stopping at the large window.
"Wow, what a view! Nothing like I get swinging through the city of course," he smirked. "But it might be cool to wake up to it."
Peter stared a few more minutes before turning back around, shaking Bucky out of his thoughts.
"So, anything else?"
"Not really."
Peter looked at the three duffle bags, of mostly clothing, that Bucky had packed. He frowned slightly before snatching up one of the bags.
"We gotta get you some hobbies man. Clothes can not be all you have."
"It's not like I've had any real opportunity to accumulate stuff, Parker, not to mention I haven't been off ice as long as Steve much less free of mind control. Still got a bit of adjusting to do." Bucky snorted.
"Well, we'll fix you right up." Peter grinned, throwing the bag over his shoulder.
Bucky shook his head with a smile as he picked up the other two bags.
The two made their way towards the living area, surprised to find Steve waiting there.
"Where's Stark?" Bucky asked, noting Peter's tense shoulders.
"In his lab." Steve replied with an easy smile. "I just wanted to see you off. I won't get to see you as often."
"You know you're welcome to stop by whenever you want. We won't kick you out." Peter smiled.
"I'll keep that in mind. Anyway, I'll walk you two out."
The three loaded into the elevator, Peter listening as Steve and Bucky talked casually with each other.
When they finally made it to the garage and Bucky's car, Steve pulled Peter aside while Bucky loaded his things.
"Tell your aunt I said thanks. Things aren't as comfortable here for Buck as if is for everyone else. He seemed genuinely happy when he told me he was gonna move back in with you two."
"I'm not sure who was more excited to have him back, May or Felicia." Peter grinned.
"Felicia Hardy," Steve chuckled. "There's a story I want to hear."
"I'll keep you posted on the details. I know they got a little close during everything, but Felicia hasn't yet delivered the final blow. Bucky will never be ready for her." Peter smiled mischievously.
"I don't like the two of you over there together." Bucky said, staring at them over the roof of the car.
"It sounds like you don't trust us or something." Peter huffed.
"I don't."
Steve laughed, pushing Peter towards the car.
"You heard him, we can't be left alone together."
"Get in the car, Parker." Bucky huffed good naturedly.
Peter laughed as he slid into the car.
"See you later, Captain." Peter grinned, saluting the man.
"See you later, Peter."
"Later, punk." Bucky said, nodding to Steve as he got in the car, cranking it up.
Steve waved, a sad but also happy look on his face as he watched them drive away.
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Peter sighed as he sat down on the edge of a roof and rolled his mask up above his nose.
It had been three weeks since his return as Spider-Man, four since the fight with Norman.
Fisk was in jail, Harry had issued a public statement that Norman had died of a heart attack, they had had an awkward and closed funeral, and things were settling down.
Bucky had integrated into “normal” life in the Parker home faster than any of them could have guessed.
He still attended May’s book club meetings, much to the delight of the other women and Peter’s amusement.
Felicia had practically moved in, hogging most of Peter’s bed space and wearing Bucky down with each passing day, despite his denials of such.
May was no help to him as she constantly sent the two of them on errands together.
“Three weeks of babysitting duty is my limit, kid. Everyone else thinks you've done your time.”
Peter turned as Matt sat down next to him.
“What? I think Spider-Man and Daredevil patrolling together has done wonders for the streets.” Peter grinned.
“Spider-Man takes Daredevil out of Hell’s Kitchen to much. I would like to think my idiot kid can handle being on his own again.”
“I learned my lesson, believe me.”
“That’s a lie.”
“You’re a vigilante and a lawyer, you’re skeptical by nature.” Peter huffed.
“No, I just know you. You severely lack self preservation skills.”
“Wow.” Peter snorted. “Pot meet kettle.”
“You’re the worst kid I’ve ever mentored.” Matt grumbled.
“I’m the only kid you’ve ever mentored.”
“Exactly.”
Peter chuckled as the two continued to look out over the city.
"I saw the Avengers on the news." Matt started.
"Yeah. Steve called me, but I turned him down." Peter replied.
"Changed your mind on working with them?"
"No. He told me they could put me to use, but it wasn't a necessity for me to be there. I think he was testing the waters on if I still felt comfortable enough. I haven't had any contact with anyone on the team since the hospital. As far as the public knows though, Spider-Man and the Avengers are on good terms."
Matt nodded before standing up.
"Well, I officially release Spider-Man into the wild as of tonight."
"You pushing me out the nest again?" Peter grinned, remembering Matt's same phrase the first time he had told Peter it was time to get out on his own.
"No, this time I'm kicking you out. I'm done with Queens for a long time."
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with Queens." Peter huffed.
"I prefer my side of town. Don't stay out to late, kid. I don't want a call from May tomorrow telling me you weren't ready to be on your own again."
"Alright, Dad." Peter smirked.
"Don't back talk me, son. Keep it reasonable tonight."
Peter watched as Matt disappeared over the side of the building before letting his smile fall.
He had no intention of staying out to late. There hadn't been much going on that local law couldn't handle relatively easily, and there sure wasn't anything else keeping him out.
He still hadn't seen Wade.
Infact, no one had.
The mercenary hadn't been seen since Bucky left him while Peter had been in the medbay.
He knew Wade was going to be mad as soon as he made his decision to go back for Matt, he just hadn't known he'd never get a chance to apologize and try to explain himself.
Sighing, Peter stood, taking one last look at the city's night life. For the first time in a long time, he felt lonely. He wished Matt had stayed longer.
Felicia wasn't out, having revealed to Peter that this was the last week she was keeping her apartment and that tonight was the night she was going "to show my soldier how a real woman handles things".
Basically, as of next week, Felicia Hardy was going to be a permanent member of the Parker house with plans of sharing Bucky's bed instead of his.
He had wished her luck.
She had smirked mischievously and said her confidence didn't require luck.
Peter was glad someone was having fun.
Moving to pull his mask back down, Peter stopped, sensing an all to familiar presence behind him.
"Wade?"
Peter turned as stared as Wade, in full Deadpool attire stood before him.
"Spider-Man."
Peter flinched at the full use of his name. Wade never called him Spider-Man, always some nickname.
The two stood quietly before Wade spoke again.
"I have something to show you, follow me."
Without waiting for his response, Wade turned and began walking away.
Not about to let the man disappear again, Peter quickly followed after him.
The two made their way to a rather expensive looking apartment building where Wade began scaling the fire escape, motioning for him to follow.
Taking a breath of air, Peter followed him up several stories before the two slipping inside one of the windows.
Peter looked around at the fully furnished apartment, unsure of who it belonged to and why they were in it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Smut begins)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Wade, who-"
Peter gasped as Wade slammed his back into the wall, pinning him against it and his large frame before ripping both their masks off and slamming their lips together.
Peter moaned into the kiss, having desperately missed the contact.
"Wade," Peter panted as they parted.
Wade leaned in close to his ear, his voice thick with restraint.
"Welcome home, Peter Parker. Now, you're gonna get naked and in bed where I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll feel it for days over that little stunt you pulled."
Peter felt heat spread throughout his body, his dick twitching at the firm command.
Oh how he wanted it.
"Yes." he whispered as Wade lifted him, wrapping his legs around his waist and carrying him through the apartment to a large bedroom.
"Strip."
Peter shivered at the command, pulling at the top of his suit.
"Slowly." Wade growled. "I want a show, Parker."
Swallowing hard, Peter slowed his movement, revealing skin inch by inch, feeling himself growing harder.
As soon as he was completely naked, Wade pushed him onto the bed before stripping himself. Digging into the night stand and pulling out a bottle of lube.
"First rounds gonna be fast and hard, baby boy." Wade said, climbing onto the bed. "Everything after that is a surprise."
Peter gasped as Wade flipped him over, pulling his hips up to put him on display.
He listened with growing anticipation at the sound of lube bottle cap popping.
He flinched as Wade's cool, lube soaked fingers circled his opening before pushing in.
One.
Two.
Three.
Peter panted as Wade pumped his fingers in and out at a fast pace. He could feel his release building as Wade suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving him stretched and empty.
He whimpered at the loss and the fact Wade seemed content to go no further, leaving him to squirm.
After what seemed like forever, Peter finally caved.
"Please, Wade. I'm sorry!"
There was a grunt before he felt his hips grabbed roughly and pulled back as Wade buried himself inside him.
"Ahh!" Peter shouted in both surprise and relief.
Wade set a brutal pace, slamming in and out of him.
Despite the roughness of Wade's actions, Peter moaned in pleasure. He had missed Wade, and being like this with him. It had been far to long, and the fear of never having it again had sunk deep into Peter's mind.
The sound of skin slapping skin tore the thoughts from his mind.
"M-more, Wade." he gasped. "I-I can take it."
"I know you can," Wade growled. "The Amazing Spider-Man can handle anything."
Though the words could have been cruel given the situation, the tone was full of love and longing.
Wade had clearly missed him, and was making up for lost time. With every thrust and grunt he could feel and hear Wade's desperation and fear of losing him for real.
Peter smiled, begging for more as Wade picked up the pace and force, causing him to see stars before shouting and releasing himself onto the sheets.
With a groan, Wade pounded into him a few more times before spilling inside him.
Peter felt Wade's dick throb inside his used hole before falling forward into darkness.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Smut Keeps Going) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Peter blinked slowly, trying to figure out what had roused him. He looked around the dark room, realizing it wasn't his, and someone was in the large bed with him.....rubbing his clearly lubed dick in between his ass cheeks.
Peter made to move when a muscular arm circled his waist, pulling him back into a hard body.
"Not planning on leaving, are you Petey-Pie?"
Peter's eyes snapped open wide as he looked over his shoulder at Wade face.
"Wade?"
"It must have been good, baby. You passed out."
A blush spread across Peter's cheeks as everything came rushing back. The way he had begged Wade for more before finally finishing harder than he ever had before.
"Y-yeah." he stuttered.
"I'm not done with you yet." Wade whispered in his ear, his hard cock catching Peter's still loose hole.
Peter whimpered as the tip slipped inside him with ease. Pulling back and pushing forward, taking Wade further each time.
"Good boy." Wade praised, reaching around and wrapping his fingers around Peter's growing arousal.
"Wade."
"I've got you." Wade mumbled, placing kisses along his shoulder.
"You feel so good, taking me like you were made for me."
Peter shuttered as Wade pumped him a few times before stopping.
"Wade?"
"Oh no, Petey. You're still in trouble. You have a lot to make up for."
Peter moaned as Wade pushed in completely, rolling them over so Peter lay on his belly. Wade stayed buried inside him.
"This times gonna be a little slower, honey. You're gonna be a good boy and stay still. No squirming. You'll come when I let you. Understand?"
Peter nodded, feeling Wade start to move.
He clenched the sheets tightly as Wade moved infuriately slow. Always hitting just the right spot, but never enough to bring him to take him over the edge.
He struggled to keeps his hips still as Wade instructed.
"You're doing so good, baby boy." Wade breathed into his ear.
"Actually following directions this time. Maybe I should give you directions this way all the time. Make sure you listen good."
Peter moaned as Wade gave a quick thrust to emphasize his words.
"But I don't think I'm gonna have that problem again, will I? You're gonna be my good little spider from now on."
"Y-yes!" Peter gasped.
Wade chuckled as he continued his slow, torturous movements.
"P-please Wade."
"Please what?"
"Please let me move."
"You can shake that luscious ass in front of me next round baby, but right now you're gonna stay put."
Peter buried his face in the sheets to stifle his groans as Wade continued to thrust in a out, clearly enjoying himself.
When he finally thought he couldn't take anymore, Wade leaned back, lifting his hips and grabbing his cock.
"Come together with me, love."
That was all it took for Peter to come all over Wade's hand as Wade filled him up.
He shivered when Wade finally pulled out, lube and cum sliding down his thighs. He took in a breath as cool air brushed his hole as Wade held his ass cheeks apart.
"I'm getting hard again just looking at you like this. You're tight little hole leaking my cum. I'm gonna need to fill it again soon."
Peter's dick twitched.
"You like that baby boy? You like the idea of me filling your greedy little ass over and over?"
Peter whimpered, unable to stop the nod of his head.
"Of course you do. You're gonna be a little slut for my cock by the time I'm through with you, baby boy."
Peter grasped the sheets tighter.
The mattress moved as Wade got up and walked into the connected bathroom. As Peter went to lower his hips, Wade yelled out.
"Don't even think about it. You keep those perky little cheeks in the air."
Peter stopped, raising his hips back to where they had been. He watched as Wade left the bathroom, a rag in hand. Peter relaxed as the warm rag ran over his skin, cleaning him up.
When Wade was done, he pushed lightly on Peter's hips to lower him back to the bed.
Peter winced though as his chest made contact with the soiled sheet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Smut Just Keeps Going) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"We should change the sheets."
"Why? We're not done yet. No reason to mess up a whole new set." Wade grinned as Peter looked at him.
"Fine," Wade scoffed with a smile. "I'll clean you up. Stand up."
Peter did as he was told, standing up while Wade positioned him in between his legs and ran the warm rag over his chest.
"There. All better."
Peter smiled as Wade place his hands on his hips.
"Now, on your knees."
"What?"
"I said, on your knees, Petey."
Peter swallowed, dropping to his knees, right in front of Wade's cock.
"I cleaned it up real good for you, baby. Now, wrap those pretty little lips around it."
Peter nodded, leaning forward and licking the slightly flaccid shaft.
"My refractory period is fast, but no quite as fast as yours, so give it some love till its fully ready."
Peter hummed, taking Wade into his mouth, running his tongue all over. He could feel Wade growing larger as he worked.
"That's it. Damn, Petey. You're so good at this."
Peter pulled off, running his tongue up and down Wade's length as Wade tangled his fingers in his hair, giving light tugs occasionally.
Taking Wade back into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around, sucking off and on as Wade groaned, his hips bucking slightly.
He could tell Wade was nearing release as the grunts increased and the hair tugs got a little harder.
Just as he could tell Wade was about to finish, Wade yanked his hair, pulling him off just in time for Wade to come all over his face.
"Now that's a pretty picture." Wade grinned as Peter looked up at him.
"As much as I'd love to have you stay like that for me to look at, I think we both need a shower."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Smut Pauses) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Peter agreed, allowing Wade to help him up. He lifted his hand towards his face when Wade stopped him.
"No, no, Petey-Pie. That stays until I wash it off of you."
Peter nodded as Wade pulled him towards the bathroom.
It was large with a walk in shower and a tub that could easily fit two comfortably.
Peter waited while Wade adjusted the water temperature before pulling him in under the spray.
"I hate to see it go, but close your eyes, baby. I'll clean your face up."
Peter closed his eyes as Wade carefully ran a wet rag all over his face, making sure everything was gone.
"All done."
Peter opened his eyes, looking up into Wade's nervous blue ones.
The confidence the man had had while ordering Peter around in the bed was gone, replaced with a more subdued feeling.
Peter smiled, placing his hands on Wade's cheeks.
"I was beginning to think you were never going to come back."
"I needed time to think. I almost lost you."
Peter frowned.
"I'm so sorry Wade. I never meant to hurt you. I just...."
"Couldn't leave Double D. I get it. Took a while, but I get it. I would have done the same for someone I love. I missed you, Pete."
Peter gave a small smile, rubbing his thumb across Wade's skin.
"I missed you too. I know what I did hurt you so," Peter started, a grin crossing his lips. "I'll accept any more punishments you think I need."
Wade smirked, pulling Peter flush against him.
"Is that so, because I think you're in need of quite a bit more punishment."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (And, ShowerSex) ~~~~~~~~~~~
Peter gave a mischievous look before his face turned innocent and scared.
"Please, sir. I didn't mean to do anything bad. Please be easy with me."
"I don't know. Bad boys don't get treated easily." Wade said, spinning Peter around and pressing him into the shower wall.
"I might be able to be convinced to be nice though."
"Please sir, what can I do?"
"Spread those cheeks and hold them apart."
"S-Sir?" Peter asked, looking over his shoulder with wide eyes.
"You heard me. You want me to be nice, don't you?"
"Y-yes sir." Peter nodded, reaching his hands around and spreading himself.
"Now, stretch yourself for me."
Peter circled his rim before pushing a finger inside, slowly pumping in and out.
"Add another."
He pushed another in, feeling the tingle of the abused flesh.
"Another."
Peter followed the order, his mouth falling open as he fingered himself open.
"I think you need a little help." Wade said, sliding up to him and pushing his own finger inside as well. "You're gonna have to be good and loose for me."
"But sir, I-I've never-"
"You shouldn't tell lies." Wade growled, slapping Peter hard across the ass. "The way your needy little hole is taking both our fingers, you're just a greedy little whore. Bet you'll take it from anyone."
"No! No sir!" Peter moaned.
"Listen to you. Such a slut. I'm gonna teach you a lesson about lying and taking orders."
"Ye-yes sir. Please teach me."
Wade smirked, pulling their fingers out and sliding in with one thrust.
"You're gonna be a good boy from now on, aren’t you."
"Yes sir! Yes!"
"And every time you disobey, I'm gonna make you remember why you shouldn't."
"Yes, sir!" Peter cried, his body sliding up and down the wall as Wade thrust in and out of him.
The two finished in a flustered mess of heavy breathing and contentment. Wade stayed buried inside him as the water cascaded over them.
"Now we really need this shower," Peter chuckled.
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Wade snorted into his shoulder as he pulled back and out.
"Alright Petey-Pie, let's get you cleaned up first."
Peter sighed when he felt Wade's fingers slide through his hair, massaging in the shampoo.
"I could get used to this." he mumbled.
Wade fingers paused for a brief moment before continuing.
"Me too."
The two continued the shower in easy silence, enjoying the moment.
Letting the water just run over them for a while after cleaning up, the finally got out, where Wade wrapped a large, fluffy towel around Peter's shoulders.
Peter pulled the towel close before drying off and following Wade out the bathroom.
Once back in the bedroom, he took in the sight of the messy bed and his costume strung about the room.
"Wade, I don't have any other clothes here."
Wade didn't reply as he walked to the dresser and pulled out a shirt, boxers and pajama pants before tossing them to him.
Peter stared at the clothes, noting the perfect size of them.
Furrowing his brow, he looked up to where Wade was getting into his own set.
"Wade, where are we and why are these clothes my size?"
Wade turned to look at him, an uncertain expression on his face.
"Wait, did you welcome me home earlier?" Peter asked.
"I.....may have overstepped on that one....." Wade shuffled.
"Wade....is this your apartment?"
"Well, it was supposed to be our apartment......."
Peter didn't respond as he looked around.
Wade had gotten them an apartment?
"But after every thing...."
"Are you kicking me out?" Peter asked quietly.
"No. But you're welcome to leave if you don't want to be here." Wade said, eyes looking off to the side.
Peter smiled, dropping the clothes as walking up to him, cupping his cheek.
"I'd really like to stay, besides, I don't think I would have joined you in bed if I didn't. Nor would I be willing to do it all again. I love
you, Wade.”
"Damnit Petey, I just got dressed." Wade growled, lifting Peter by his as, causing Peter to wrap his legs around his waist.
"I'd really rather not get back in that bed. It's a mess."
"Oh, don't you worry baby boy, there's a guest room with a clean bed all ready for you to get dirty again." Wade smirked, turning and carrying him out the room and across the hall before throwing him onto a new bed.
"Wade, as much as I-"
"We're gonna take a long nap before the next round." Wade grinned.
Peter laughed.
"My clothes are on the floor in the other room."
"To bad. No one's going back for them."
"But you're dressed."
"I am. I am dressed and you're gonna sleep naked. Consider this further punishment. I have easy access to you, while you'd have to work a bit harder for me"
"You said we're going to sleep." Peter pouted.
"We are, but some times I can get a little handsy when someone's with me." Wade said, running his hand up Peter's thigh.
"Wade-"
"Nope. Sleep."
Peter grumbled as Wade pulled back the covers, forcing him under them and pulling him back to his chest.
They lay there for a little while before Wade's hand moved, groping his bottom before running a finger to his hole and circling the rim.
"W-Wade.”
"Just checking things."
Peter moaned, arching his back to present himself a little more.
Wade chuckled, slipping the tip of his finger in and swirling it before pulling out.
"Nice try baby, but I told you we're gonna sleep, and I mean it."
Peter sighed in frustration as Wade hugged him a little tighter.
“I love you, Peter.”
Peter smiled as he relaxed into Wade’s hold and listened to his breathing even out into slumber. Smiling, he felt his eyes slipping shut before springing wide open.
He had just practically begged for Wade to take him for a fourth time.
Oh God, maybe he really was becoming a slut for Wade's cock!
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The next time he woke, early morning sun was filtering through the curtains. He could feel a delicious soreness in his body from last night.
Stretching, he noticed for the first time he was alone in bed aside from the box set at the end of it.
Curious, he picked the box up, opening up the folded note on top.
Wear this. That's an order.
Reading the short note one more time, he carefully opened up the box and moved aside the tissue paper.
His eyes widened as he took in the contents.
One the top was a more official looking form of the shirt he had seen Felicia wearing the first time he and Wade had gotten together. A white shirt with a large heart featuring one half of each other masks. The word SPIDEYPOOL was written in large, flashy letters below the heart. On the back of the shirt was his signature spider symbol.
He pulled off the smaller note pinned to the shirt to find the familiar writing of Felicia.
This is the 'Spider Version'.
Shaking his head with a chuckle, he laid the shirt aside, looking back into the box and freezing.
Sitting blow the shirt had been a skimpy pair of lacy red and black panties.
Peter swallowed hard, his face heating up as he lifted the small scrap of fabric out and held it up.
There was no way it was going to cover anything.
Slipping the shirt on was embarrassing but easy.
The panties though, were a whole different story.
The lace was silky, nice against his sensitive skin. As expected, it didn't cover a damn thing. Half his ass was hanging out and the rest was glued to his like a second skin. Any cover a shirt could have provided was pointless since the one he'd been given barely brushed the top of them.
There was no way Felicia hadn't had her hand in this.
Taking a breath, he walked out the door and down the hall. The sounds of Wade bustling about in the kitchen made his stomach tighten.
He felt more exposed in his ridiculous outfit than he had naked.
After a few minutes of shuffling, he straightened his shoulders and turned the corner into the kitchen.
"Well, good morning baby bo-" Wade froze, dropping a plate of pancakes on the floor.
"I must have done something right in a past life."
Peter's breath caught as Wade was instantly next to him, pulling him flush against his body while running his hands up and down to his backside.
"Very right." he breathed out, giving a squeeze.
They stood, Wade massaging the exposed flesh of his rear before he spoke with a strained voice.
"How hungry are you?"
Confused, Peter looked at him.
"Not particularly-"
He gasped as Wade lifted him, wrapping his legs around his waist and rushing back down the hall and into the master bedroom. He had enough time to notice there were new sheets on the bed before he bounced on top of them.
"I'm gonna owe our kitty cat so much." Wade muttered, leaning over Peter and kissing up his neck and down his jaw before pulling back.
"You look mighty fine in my colors, Petey-Pie. I almost hate to remove them."
Peter's breathing picked up as Wade bent his legs at the knees, running his fingers lightly up and down his inner thigh.
"But they are in my way, so I can't have that."
A wicked grin crossed his face as he slid the silky panties down his thighs.
"I never really enjoyed unwrapping presents much. What was the point of taking that kind of time? Turns out, I've just been unwrapping the wrong kind of present!"
"Wade-" Peter groaned as cool air brushed his heated member.
"Don't worry, honey. I'm gonna take good care of you, but I gotta take good care of these too. Inspirations comes in many forms."
"In-inspiration? What are you-"
"I'm gonna keep you in nothing but silk and lace panties, Petey. Have your pert little ass on display all the time. Well, all the time at home. Like hell will I know you're outside in my special clothes."
Peter chuckled before yanking Wade down into a kiss.
"A little possessive there, big guy."
"Oh baby, you have no idea." Wade smirked.
Peter smiled, cupping Wade's cheek.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Wade's face softened as he lay his hand over Peter's.
"Its not you I don't trust, it's all those perverted old ladies on the street ogling that delicious spider booty."
Peter burst out laughing.
"You don't understand the dangers of New York old ladies!"
"I'll keep that in mind the next time I help one cross the street." Peter snorted.
"Are you mocking me, Mr. Parker?" Wade asked, running his hand up Peter's shirt and flicking the nipple. "Do you need to be taught another lesson?"
Peter jerked, instantly back at attention.
"Maybe I need to go out and escort a few older ladies around town."
Wade's eyes narrowed as he swiped his thumb over the tip of Peter's dick, gathering up the precum and smearing it around.
"Definitely need a lesson."
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Felicia stretched languidly, feeling the wonderful soreness in her lower back. She didn't get that level from anyone but Peter due to both of their powers, but last night had added a new name to her list.
Looking down, she grinned mischievously at the naked form of James Buchanan Barnes.
For some bizarre, totally unarranged reason, May had had to pickup a night and early morning shift, leaving the two all alone since Felicia was well aware of the fact Peter wasn't going to be coming home.
A little eye make-up. A little dark red lipstick. That gorgeous, skin tight black teddy she had wowed Peter with.
The super soldier didn't stand a chance.
Sighing, she wrapped herself around him, pressing her naked chest against him. She held her laugh in as she felt him stir.
"Wha-"
"Good morning Mr. Barnes." she breathed into his ear.
Bucky flailed in surprise, throwing himself out of bed and onto the floor. Felicia raised an eyebrow as she looked down at him before smirking.
"Looks like it's gonna be a very good morning."
Bucky's face lit up as he yanked the blanket over his exposed morning wood.
"Don't be shy now, lover. You sure weren't last night when you bent me over this bed and-"
"I get it!" Bucky exclaimed, keeping the blanket around his as he stood, only to realize it left Felicia completely exposed, not that she looked at all like she minded.
"I...I didn't....hurt you....did I?"
"Oh baby, I've had sex with Spider-Man. You wouldn't believe the things we've done. It'll take a lot more than a little rough sex to hurt me." she winked.
Bucky stared at her, unsure what to say and slightly distracted by the sun bouncing off her pale, naked skin.
"Don't worry though, I'd got plenty of time to teach you all the ways of getting close to."
"You want to be hurt?"
"Pain comes in various forms." she grinned. "The pain I'm talking about is the best kind."
Bucky swallowed hard as the blonde stood, wrapping one arm around his neck and running her other hand down to stroke his ridged shaft.
"Now, how about you get this back in bed and let me show you another good time."
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May smiled as a plate of pancakes were placed down before her. She poured syrup and began cutting as someone sat down across from her.
"Enjoying breakfast out?" Matt asked.
"The kids are all busy. Figured I'd treat myself."
Matt raised an eyebrow, but didn't question further.
"So, you turned him loose last night?"
"Yeah, he'll be fine. At least, it'll be a long while before he'll do something that stupid again."
May chuckled, taking a bite of food.
"Not many people he would have done that for, you know."
"And unless it's you or Felicia, he better not do it again." Matt grumbled.
"Good luck Mr. Murdock." May smiled softly. "You know, you're the closest thing Peter's had to a father figure since Ben and don't think I don't know how you feel about him."
"Yes. He's a thorn in my side."
“Sure he is. A lovable but sometimes incredibly dumb one.” May chuckled.
“I’ve accepted he’s my kid. Just don’t make it a point of confirming it with him.”
“It’s cute that you pretend he doesn’t already know.”
Matt didn’t reply, picking up an extra fork and stealing some of May’s pancakes.
“You’re lucky I love you.” May said, narrowing her eyes.
“I don’t generally tolerate food stealing when it’s mine.”
“I have court in about an hour. I need the energy.”
“You need to get to work.” May said pointedly.
“I work best under pressure. Besides, I have somewhat of an advantage.” Matt smirked.
“Get out of here and let me enjoy my free time and meal.”
“Enjoy the rest of your day, May.”
“Good luck in court, Matty.” May smiled.
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Tony sighed as he brushed away the screens displaying Spider-Man’s movements since Norman.
He knew Peter had been down for the first week after, but he had been surprised by the amount of sightings of Daredevil and Spider-Man together since he returned to the suit.
A suit he had, once again, made himself.
He had left the Iron Spider suit behind when he left.
While Tony had expected it, he had wished Peter would have kept it in case of an emergency. It had helped find him in all the chaos.
Still, couldn’t force any of his tech on Peter, he knew it wouldn’t go well.
“Hey, Tony.” Harley smiled as he entered the lab.
“Hey kid.” Tony smiled, turning to him. “Ready to upgrade your suit? That last mission showed some flaws.”
“Yeah, and I have a few ideas of my own.”
Smiling, Tony stood up and made his way over to the table where Harley was laying out sketches.
He and Peter were so alike, yet so different. He knew he had messed up when it came to Peter and all he could do now was make sure he didn’t repeat the same mistakes with Harley.
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Peter smiled as he stepped back inside May's house. He had left Wade at the apartment, wanting to have time to talk to May alone.
He had always known a time would come when he would leave his childhood home, but he also had always brushed the thoughts aside to avoid the anxiety it brought.
It had been just him and May for a long time. Yes, Harry, MJ and Felicia had all been blessings, but he and May were at the start. The heart of the found family that had gathered around them.
Now he would be leaving the other half.
His smiled slipped.
"May?" he asked, looking around.
It was obvious she wasn't home.
"I guess she worked a morning shift." Peter mumbled, heading up the steps and into his room.
He had pulled out two duffle bags before it finally registered that his bed was empty and he hadn't seen Felicia.
"Looking for someone?"
Peter jumped, spinning around to see Felicia smirking from where she was propped up against the door frame......wearing nothing but a silk robe, tied closed below her breasts.
"You did it."
"I did." Felicia replied victoriously. "And I must say, once I teach him a few more tips and tricks, he might just dethrone you on the sex scale, Parker.”
"Not my coveted spot!" Peter gasped.
"The same. Not that it much matters. I'm sure you're not lacking on that end of things." she said, throwing herself on the bed, the shoulder of her robe slipping down and partially exposing herself.
"Should you be flaunting your assets to me so easily now? Where is Barnes?"
"First of all, you've seen more of my assets in various degrees and positions than anyone. It's hardly news worthy to be naked in your room at this point. As for the location of my super soldier, he's giving us some time and recovering from his sampling of what’s to come. Gotta ease him into the full Felicia Experience." Felicia gave a sharp grin.
"Risky move to jump to that so soon.”
"You made it out ok when you first tried.” She winked.
"But I know where it goes from there. May had a fit when she came back from her conference. It took almost a week to get the webs cleaned up and get a new bed since we broke my old one! Not to mention the loss of clothing and bedding from....well, I lost a lot of shit. And that wasn’t even the full show!”
"I hear you're making bed breaking a habit."
"Don't you dare try to dodge the subject. Are you sure Bucky is even alive?"
"Of course he's alive. He's a big, strong man. He can handle little ole me."
"No one can just handle 'little ole' you." Peter sighed, falling onto the bed next to her.
Felicia giggled as she looked at him.
“So, I take it everything is ok now?” she asked softly.
“Sure seems like it.” Peter snorted with a smile.
“Here to talk to May about moving out?”
“Of course you knew.” Peter rolled his eyes.
Felicia shrugged with a smirk.
“Does May know?”
Felicia scoffed. “Of course she knows. It was just the question of when…”
Peter didn’t miss the way her voice trailed off, the uncertainty of if Wade would come back hadn’t just been on his mind.
“I’m glad you and Bucky are gonna stay here.” he smiled, lacing their hands.
“Who said I’m staying?”
“Please. You practically live here already, and now that you and Bucky are sharing sheets-“
“How do you know this isn’t just a fling?” Felicia asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Because there’s no way you’d put this kind of effort into a fling.”
“You know, if it wasn’t for the fact I know you're an idiot, I’d think you were pretty clever right now.”
Peter smiled, looking up at the ceiling.
"I can't believe I'm moving in with Wade."
"It's about time. My hard work has finally paid off for the ultimate ending. Oh! How did you like my little gift?" Felicia asked, throwing a mischievous smirk at him.
"Wade certainly enjoyed it." Peter snorted.
He could feel Felicia's heavy gaze as she studied his face.
"Oh, I see." she grinned sharply. "Those silky lace panties felt good on that sensitive skin, huh?”
Peter felt his face heat up as he avoided looking at her.
"Well, you're in luck my kinky little spider!" she cheerfully bounced off the bed. "I bought you more!"
"What!" Peter shouted, shooting up with wide eyes.
"I've been with you enough to know how you operate. I knew those panties would suit you, so I made sure to pick up extra! Just didn't want to send them all at once."
Peter watched, slack jawed as she skipped out the room and returned a few minutes later with a sleek black box.
"There's ten other pairs in here. Try one on for me!"
"Are you crazy?"
"I'd try them on for you." she pouted.
“Because you’d want me to compliment you on how great your ass looks.”
“And now I want to return the favor!” she clapped. “Now strip for me and show me how good they look on you!”
“Fine.” Peter sighed, standing up. “But just one pair!”
“Let me shut the door. The only ass Barnes is seeing in this house is mine.”
The blush he had felt fading returned full force as he realized the door had still been open.
“There. Now entice me.”
Peter rolled his eyes, dropping his pants and boxers.
“Oooooh!” Felicia purred. “Theres a sight I haven’t seen in a while.”
“You’ve seen it enough.” Peter huffed, slipping on a pair of red and blue panties.
“Nice color choice. I-holy shit! Peter! I knew that ass was thick but damn!”
Felicia rushed over, spinning his to put his backside on display to her.
“If I had know this was how you’d look, I’d have put you in these long ago. I need to calm down. We’re taken people now.”
Peter shifted as Felicia fanned herself.
“Th-there. You’ve seen. I’m gonna change now.”
Before he could grab his boxers, Felicia snatched them up.
“No way. You’re wearing those the rest of the day.”
“What!”
“I’m gonna text Wade that you have a surprise for him when you get back. It’ll keep him in suspense all day. He’ll lose it when you drop those pants.”
Felicia grinned, smacking his ass.
“Now, put your pants on. May will be here and second.”
Peter sighed as he heard May’s car pull up, right on time to prove Felicia right.
“Tick Tock, Spider. Put on the pants.”
“This is going to be so awkward.”
“It’s not like she’s gonna check your underwear.” Felicia scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Grumbling, Peter pulled on his pants and followed her out the room.
“Peter!” May smiled before her look shifted to a knowing smirk.
“How was your night?”
Apparently preserving his dignity wasn’t an option today.
“It was good….”
“Good. I was afraid you were going to be living here forever. Wade sure took his time.”
Peter watched in awed silence as May bustled about the kitchen putting away the few groceries she had brought in.
“Where is he by the way? He defiles you and doesn’t have the decency to face me?”
“May!” Peter blanched.
“I know you’re not about to act like I don’t know what you get up to Peter. I’ve dealt with you and Felicia.”
Peter buried his face in his hands, embarrassment flooding him.
“Yeah, Petey. Where is the defiler?”
“Shut up.” Peter grumbled as Felicia cackled.
“I told him to give me time to talk to May. I didn’t realize I was the only one who didn’t know what was going on.”
“You’re a sweet boy, Peter.” May smiled, patting his cheek. “But also oblivious.”
“How was I supposed to know he was going to ask me to move in. How was I supposed to figure that out?”
“You’re right. Maybe it’s just women’s intuition.” Felicia shrugged.
“I refuse to believe anyone other than you two would have known this. I bet Bucky wouldn’t have caught it.”
“Caught what?”
The three turned as the disheveled man walked into the kitchen. Felicia threw him a predatory wink, causing a light blush to dust his cheeks.
Peter snorted before responding.
“Wade wants me to move in with him. They claim they knew it was going to happen.”
“Felicia did. He showed her the apartment.”
Everyone stood in silence before Peter wheeled on the unfazed woman.
“You cheated! Women’s intuition my ass!”
May and Felicia burst into laughter as Bucky just shrugged, moving to the coffee pot to put some on.
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It didn’t take long to find out he was the last to know of Wade’s living arrangement plans.
Traitors.
All of them.
Still, it made the move much easier knowing he didn’t have to deal with all the teasing while he told everyone.
Matt, of course, had had the least to say. Preferring to know as little as possible.
The adjustment hadn’t been as hard as he thought. He talked and saw May regularly.
Felicia kept him up to date on the going ons at the house, and her relationship with Bucky.
Those bits of information always seemed to mysteriously make their way back to Steve who took great pride in asking the former soldier questions he already knew the answers to.
New family pictures adorned the walls of the Parker home.
Pictures of Peter, Wade, Felicia and Bucky together.
“Shots of the children” as May liked to refer to them, despite the fact Bucky was technically older than all of them.
Pictures of all of them, including Matt and Steve, we’re also there.
A favorite of Bucky’s was a picture of him, Peter and Steve. The self appointed brothers.
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Outside of his family, things on Spider-Man’s side we’re going great.
He had teamed up a few times with the Avengers, but always left before questions could be asked by any media.
His relationships with members of the team varied. Most of them treated him friendly but casually, while a few were more talkative.
The one everyone took not of though, was always when Iron Man and Spider-Man were near each other.
No one knew what their exchanges consisted of, but Spider-Man never got more involved with the team, nor did Tony ever make a move to get any closer to Peter.
It appeared a truce had been reached, and while it was obvious Tony wanted more, the respect of Peter’s feelings had clearly taken hold.
~~~~~~~~
Things were finally going good for Peter Parker, especially things between him and Wade.
Well, they would be if he didn’t keep finding his boxers being replaced with various different forms of panties and his pants crumpled on the closet floor while to short plaid skirts and other risqué costumes hung in their place.
Professor Wilson had a thing for school girl Peter, even more so when said school girl was naughty.
He also wasn’t adverse to being cared for by sexy nurse Parker either.
Peter had thought his time with Felicia had uncovered all his hidden kinks, but he had apparently been hiding a few more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry and MJ’s wedding had gone off without a hitch.
The two were obnoxiously happy and made sure everyone knew it.
Oscorp was flourishing under Harry’s leadership and Peter loves everything about his job and the people he worked with.
For the first time in a long while, Peter felt content and truly happy.
And he had every intention of keeping that feeling.