ABDL/diaper use, all characters 18+

Deadpool is obssessed with his spider person. Just absolutely obsessed! So small and cute and fierce. A bit too fierce since they keep running away from him at every turn! He just wants them to depend on him a bit. Maybe depend on him too much that the next time he convinces them to eat a burrito with him he kinda spikes the burrito and takes a unconscious spider person back to his hideout to baby.

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The last thing you remember is the burrito.

One second you’re perched on a rooftop, mask half-up, taking a cautious bite of the “peace offering” Wade had somehow tracked you down to deliver. The next, the world tilts, your limbs go heavy, and everything blacks out. You wake up slowly. Soft. Warm. Something thick and crinkly is wrapped snugly between your legs and around your hips. A pacifier is already nestled between your lips, the plastic ring brushing your chin every time you shift. Your wrists and ankles are loosely bound with soft, colorful cuffs that match the cartoon spider-print onesie someone has wrestled you into. The room smells like baby powder, laundry detergent, and that familiar metallic-chemical tang that always clings to Wade. Deadpool is sitting cross-legged on the floor right beside the oversized playpen you’re currently lying in, chin in his hands, red mask tilted as he watches you with open, almost giddy fascination. A mobile of tiny plush chimichangas and spiders hangs above you, gently spinning. There’s a half-empty bottle of formula on the changing table next to a stack of thick diapers, wipes, and a rattle shaped like a little katana.

“There we go.” he coos the second your eyes open, voice pure delight. “There’s my fierce little Spidey. Took you long enough. I was starting to think I used too much of the good stuff.”

He reaches through the bars and gently bops the pacifier in your mouth with one gloved finger, making it bob. “Don’t even think about pulling that out, baby. You’re on the full program now. Diapers, bottles, naps, the works. You kept running away every time I tried to take care of you, so I just... adjusted the situation. You’re gonna stay right here where I can keep you safe and soft and dependent. Whether you like it or not.” He leans closer, mask almost touching the mesh of the playpen, voice dropping into that cheerful, unhinged cadence that’s pure Wade.

“Struggle all you want. Kick, hiss, try the whole ‘I’m a dangerous spider-person’ routine. I’ll just change you again, give you another bottle, and rock you until you settle. You’re mine to baby now, little Spidey. And I’m never letting you go.”