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"wahaha" the bully took one swing at spiderman and he collapsed screaming in pure agony Hulk waddled past in a quick pace. The world was dimming, the sounds slowly fading out, as spiderman lost consciousness.-----------------------"wow, that chic-fil-a was really scrumdidlygumblymicrostublydumptious" mafia boss spoke joyfully"precisely" He wondered what had happened in the years he had been gone.Had justice prevailed and saved their city from collapsing in on itself and its rising crime rates? Or had the hero's died out slowly, left to merely stop a bank robbery every now and again. In the midst of his thinking, his henchman, marcel, who fondly reminded him Of a rat because of his shabby haircut and his absolutely exquisite cooking skills, pulled him back."look, I think that's one of the new superheros" Immediately, mafia boss' eyes filled with curiosity.A muscly, scary man, looking to be double the size of all of them strolled past. He was green. Very green. Like literally his skin was fucking green. Any other day he would have mistook him for a fellow villain, if it weren't for the extremely purposeful walking he was doing.---------------------Peter woke with a start as his eyes as saucepans batted around, stress and worry over coming his features.
"o-o-o-oh noes, w-w-where's my mask" he quickly looked around for a way of escape before two LARGE hands gripped his shoulders
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Panicked, spider man lightly slapped mafia boss in the face in fear and scurried away without a second look. Mafia boss stared blankly to where the little insect whisked away as his eyes brimmed with small salty tears and his hand went softly to his face. The slap hadn’t really hurt him but it felt personal. What did he do to be slapped he was just trying to help the poor boy? His shoulders slumped as he broken heartedly ambled down the street to the nearest pub.————————After he had calmed down spider man stripped out of his superhero costume and dressed in a baggy hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans. He was back to being peter parker after an overwhelming and stressful day. Without so much as a fucking warning, a letter came through the letter box; peter looked at it curiously with his head tilted (like a german shepherd). Peter did his little walk when he was excited to the door and picked up the letter. Ecstatic to have gotten he first ever letter since he began living by himself he ripped the letter open. A BILL. A FUCKING ELECTRICITY BILL.Fuck he needed a drink. Peter let out and almost inhumane scream before he attempted to take the door of its hinges. He let out a growl of frustration when he was unable to do it. Almost as if called on, loud footsteps resounded around the apartment corridor.A large muscular (dare I say sexy😍) green man came into his peripheral vision. He was green. Very very green. He effortlessly tore the door of its hinges, made eye contact with little spider and hopped out of the window.Feeling slightly accomplished petey stormed his way down to the local wetherspoons.—————-Mafia boss was on his seventh margarita but wasn’t yet drunk. All he wanted was to forget that night. A small cough pulled him out of his reverie; he turned his head and saw a cute young man sitting next to him. His features softened as the bright ocean eyes looked up at him .“H-h-hey” the blued eyed guy began. “Hi whats your name?” mafia boss asked“p-p-p-peter parker.” the brown haired young man stated “whats yours?”“I am. The one and only. Sexy mafia boss” mafia boss replied in his seductive italian accent “would you allow me to pay for your appletini petey weetie”“o-o-o-o-o-oh thank you maffi ” peter blushed profusely as mafia boss reached over him to pay. Peter felt a distinct firmness rise a little in his nether region as he inhaled maffi’s musky, masculine, enticing, flirtatious scent that emanated strongly from his curvy body. His breathing got heavier as he admired his handlebar moustache.All of a sudden, a twinkle reverberated around the pub. Peter looked around curiously. IT WAS TINKERBELL!🧚♂. She was orbiting happily around tony stark as he ordered a pint of beer before he went to sit with Taylor Swift, our bae bojo and nick fury. Peter was gently pulled back into reality by firm but careful hands around his waist as maffi looked into his eyes softly and said in a husky voice "come with me BB"
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Peter tilted his head upwards, staring into Mafia Boss's crimson red eyes. How could he resist such a beautiful face?Without hesitation, he replied "y-y-ye-o-ok!".Mafia Boss grinned and grabbed Peters hand. They went downstairs into a pitch black room.
"Go sit down on that chair" Maffi whispered, seductively.Peter, blushing, darted to the wooden seat and sat down.
Mafia Boss picked up a long rope (not as long as marcels dick: he gets too many women) and tied him up."w-w-w-w-w-what are you going to d-d-do to me!" Peter cried out, pretending to be upset about it.
"I'm going to do anything to make it rise!" Maffi said back, looking down on his bright ruby red face. Peters breathing quickened as his eyes fixated on to Maffi's hypnotising face; almost vibrating in the chair he was currently being tied to."Don't be nervous, your alpha has everything under control" Bobo said, slowly moving his hand down Meaty Petey's body.
Peter could hardly resist himself."What's wrong darling" Mafa said, pulling his chin upwards towards his lips."u-u-u-uh -n-no-no-nothing!" He muttered as a response, trying his hardest not to kiss him. Peter was nothing but a beta male to an alpha lad like mafia boss, there was no way they could ever fall in love.Even though Mafia Boss had been seducing him for at least an hour, they still hadn't done anything extreme. Tension had quickly built up over time and they both knew that they were eventually going to at least kiss. Peter thought Maffi would stop the second he got a boner but he kept going and he wouldn't stop. He didn't mind though, he wanted him to keep flirting, he wanted their relationship to grow and grow until they would do unforgettable things to each other. Sitting in his chair, Peter watched as Mafia Boss picked up a glass of vodka and took a seat in another chair."Do you want me to untie you now?" Mafia Boss asked, hardly still."That would be great! b-b-b-b-but would it be o-o-ok if-""You can stay with me, my cute little beta" Maffi interrupted, signalling him to come over to him. Hardly walking straight, peter quickly walked over to him."Your lips are so... tempting," Maf murmured in his ear, pulling his chin closer to his lips."Just kiss me already" Petey whispered, very quietly.
"What was that 😏"
"J-J-J-JUST KISS ME!" he yelled. with no warning, Mafia Boss made both his and Peters lips touch. The feeling of tension was finally relieved; Peter wanted more. He went in for a second kiss. Heaven.BANG! The door suddenly was kicked open. A red figure entered the room, looking absolutely traumatised.
"BOSSY WOSSY?!"
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The red figure collapsed in slow motion to the ground. "DEADPOOL?" Maffi screamed , but a manly scream.Peter stood there, the discovery that his RIVAL had also met the LOVE OF HIS LIFE taking time to process. Deadpool shakily stood up, holding onto the door way and refusing maffi's help From this angle, Peter could see the 6 inch high heels Deadpool was sporting and the pink laced bra he had around his chest. What the fuck?? Boobies era??"ho ho ho" Deadpool let out a hearty laugh, as he caught Peter looking at his heels. Deadpool looked at Peter with a sly smirk, or what would have been, if he had not been wearing a mask. Peter sighed a sigh and shook his head at his alpha, the shock wearing off. "so you see.."------------------Peter was striding his way home from work with very large paces, brushing back his fluttering hair in the wind. He had just finished interviewing three people that day to work at Parker industries. They were all very disappointing and lacked alpha energy. Peter was wallowing in his pathetic sadness, when he got an idea. Perhaps a game of Just Dance at the arcade in Suspicious Alleyway would cheer him up. So he waddled his way over in extremely long strides, excitement filling his body. The wind felt less annoying now he was running and feeling more up for the day. He let out a crazy person laugh and started running, adrenaline kicking in.He got into the arcade, the flashing lights and odd blue patterned ground every arcade has coming in waves of nostalgia. If he remembered correctly, the Just Dance set was over in the left corner. After climbing over dumped penny buckets and sweet wrappers, he was relieved to find an open machine, and approached it deviously. Finally, god fucking damn it finally, he can play something to get his mind off of the work. Crawling closer, he could almost feel himself already dancing, but then, a red figure pushed in front of him, and right before he could get to the machine, he inserted a coin and pressed play.—————---------Usually, Peter was the type to let things like this go. He had a hard job, he lived in a city where people weren't exactly the nicest, and he would rather not get into more trouble than he already does, being spider man. But not today Not when his only chance to play Just Dance was taken from him. This guy. This guy was dancing to happy by Pharrell Williams with guns latched to both sides of his thighs and samurai swords on his back. But Peter didn't understand. He was the only superhero in his city to even have a connection with maffi.
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“HEYYYA BITCHES” the figure said with his back to Mafia boss and Peter while dropping down the pole planted in the middle of the large basement.Finally, he turned to face his little audience to reveal a light blue satin sash which read the name “Deadpool” in a beautiful cursive font. The light colour of the sash matched perfectly with the lilac bikini and dashing red underneath. However, the one thing that caught Meatey Peetey’s eye were the six inch high heels that slid perfectly onto the slender dogs of the so called Deadpool. Peetey Meatie felt a blush engulf his entire body as a trace of envy lit up his eyes as he stared at the sharp heels.————————“AH THERES MY PRETTY BOY! ” Maffi called out as he looked up and down his Deadypie who was in the new bra that he so kindly bought for him.“Peetey, my love. This is Deadpool. he puts on all the very entertaining performances around here.”Spidey looked in awe as a look of lust burnt in his eyes, unable to pull them away from the sight in front of him.“You see those high heels he’s wearing, how nicely the fit his feet, how high they push his darling little ankles up. Well guess what love.” Incy Wincy turned his head to face the one who had him wrapped around his finger, screaming in ecstasy at what he saw.“Thats right, you know what to do with that- don’t you?”———————Peter vibrated in excitement as he did exactly what MayMay wanted him to. He split open the curtains and began to strut down the cat walk (IN HIS 6 .5 INCH HEELS) next to Deady Weady, putting on as beautiful of a show as he could for the audience. The onlookers consisted of Maffi (or course as he’d always be there to cheer on his baes), Taylor swift (because she is queen), Tinkerbell (because she’s living a secret double life and is fed up with Peter fucking Pan) and last but not least: the green, the incredible, the oddly silent… Hulk (who had his desire filled eyes fixed on the red and black suit with neon yellow bikini, blue satin sash and attractive red heels).———————Rage. Jealousy. sadness. The three feelings that ran through Deadpool from his wig's luscious blond locks all the way down to the end of those seductive six inch heels. He could not believe when his MayMay had given that little insect SIX POINT FIVE INCH HEELS. He was the one who always out on pleasurable shows for his Maffi to gawk at and now this little brunette decides to stroll up to his BoBo and become his favourite (Mr Mafia Boss always gave his favourite the tallest heels). Soft sodium filled tears drizzled down his face and seeped into his red and black mask as he shakily carried on dancing around his special pole -if that little ant ever even touch his special pole he would squash those little heels off his down to three inches and would ferociously ribbit at him until he ran away and left MaMa to him and him only.
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As soon as the show had finished, Deadpool darted out of the club, rubbing away the tears that were streaming down his gorgeous face: he didn't know if he should be angry or upset. Why would Maffi do that too him?Walking down the streets, he started to feel light drops on his shoulder. Confused, he looked upwards to see grey clouds filling the night sky, lashing the streets with vicious splashes of water. Deady searched through his bag looking for an umbrella but unfortunately, he had no luck. As the rain got heavier, so did his tears, he had to continue walking though, or the day would get worse...Shivering, Deadpool walked down an alleyway (the shortcut to his mansion). It was as though he had entered a void - there were no sounds or light. A figure wrapped in a black cloak walked up to him and pushed him against the wall. It was too dark to see what it was and Deady could only see the large circumference of each of the figures muscular arms. Heart pounding, he tried to scramble away but was unsuccessful."Hey Hey! I don't want to hurt you," the figure said, in a strangely attractive voice, "I just wanted to know why a pretty boy like you was walking home alone?" extremely flustered, Deadpool responded, "t-that-that's none of your business! Now let me go!!" eyes widening, he watched as the towering figure pulled something out of their bag."Don't worry I'm just getting a light so I can look at your undoubtedly handsome face" the shadow murmured, seductively. They pulled out a lamp and placed it on the floor. Sadly, their face was still covered."So, do you want to come home with me?" face bright red, Pooly said, "uh.. ok! s-sure." without hesitation, the figure grabbed on to his hand and headed towards the house..Deadpool looked at the house in awe: it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen (apart from himself)! he followed the figure inside and sat on the leather sofa."Do you want to know who I am...?" the figure whispered into his ear, possibly making Deady's meaty head towards the sky."O-of c-c-c-course! Who are you?!""I cant just tell you for free," the figure answered, leaning closer towards him, "you have to do something for me..."WHAT! I'll do anything!" Deadpool retorted, heart beating fast due to the tension."Kiss me!" he looked the figure in the eyes and pulled their body towards him: suddenly finding a bit of confidence. Their lips were a beautiful shade of dark green and were so irresistible. Without warning, Deady pushed the figure down into the sofa, kissing him passionately. After 83 seconds, they both sat up, bright red."I-I guess I should reveal who I am now.. Slowly, the figure took down their hood, revealing their true self."H-HULK!!!"