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Chapter 8 by ShadowMonkey ShadowMonkey

What Does Deadpool Do Instead?

Deadpool focuses on Peter's other qualities

"How about instead..."

"Please don't" Peter begs.

"Oh come on Spidey, where is your sense of horny spirit?"

"Who you talking to Penis Parker" A voice says from behind Peter. Peter's head sunk recognizing the voice of Flash Thompson.

"Did he just call you Penis Parker?" Deadpool voice said in Peters head. Peter not liking where this might be going turned around quickly to confront Flash.

"Oh hey Flash, I'm kind of busy so I'm just going to... walk away... quickly", Peter said while Deadpool's voice continued to ramble, "I didn't even have to prompt that. Is that your nickname around here? I guess it probably is now. I'm so proud of you Spidey. Its amazing how far our society has come where a hot young straight white male can be open and proud about his huge penis. Hey where are you going I liked that kid"

"That kind of terrifies me" Peter whispers into his locker prepping his books for classes.

"Maybe its for the best Penis Parker, That kid was oddly focused on your fantastic hulk like crotch, and you have so many other fantastic qualities..."

"Please don't"

"Don't what Penis Parker?"

"Don't do anything more to me, please."

"But if I stop now the readers will get upset that nothing substantial has happened in this chapter"

"What?"

"It's called professionalism, and I still have some pride. Now where were we?"

"You were just saying how you've decided this isn't funny anymore."

"Oh right we were talking about that sexy twink bod of yours."

"Stop"

"And those sensitive nipples of yours..."

"Shit." Peter groans as he feels a tingling sensation in his nipples

"Go on, give them a pinch" Deadpool said into Peter's head. Peter closed his eyes, the tingling was getting worse, fuck, it felt like his nipples were being electrocuted. Struggling to resist his hand slowly rises to his right pec and pinches his nipple. Peter moaned twisting hard, blushing crimson as he realized the volume of the noise and how he didn't want to stop. What was worse was the blood wasn't only rushing to his cheeks...

What happens next?

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