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catalyst by anincompletelist (soldouthaz)
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types
27 Oct 2025
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Wade allows himself the blissful shock of feeling Spidey shiver through that first unexpected orgasm before he unthaws himself and carries him to the bedroom. He lays him down on the bed, smears one last indulgent kiss to his temple, then peels himself from the room altogether and into the hallway.
Which is where he sits currently, slunk to the floor, head in his hands, trying to come up with some sort of plan. Wade doesn’t do plans. He goes in guns blazing, shooting first and asking questions later. He can’t do that now.
This sucks. Even on his best behavior, Wade is so not morally upstanding enough for a sex pollen trope.
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- Part 27 of anincompletelist's kinktober '25
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12 Dec 2025
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I could never forget you. Not in this lifetime. Not in the next. Not ever. I'll find you." Simon's never been more certain of anything in his existence. The promise lives in his bloodstream, in his molecules. In the atoms themselves, vibrating on a frequency only he can hear. Johnny, they say. Johnny MacTavish. The true north of Simon's compass. He could be chopped into pieces, blown up, liquefied. Scattered across the universe like the dust of a dying star. He'll always know Johnny. And he'll always find him.
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Time is immaterial. Space is a lie. Neither can keep Simon from finding Johnny, no matter what lifetime they're in.
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12 Dec 2025
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So, Soap’s a big guy. Obviously.
He’s not overly tall, but he’s wide in the shoulders and thick in the thighs. He’s the kind of big that’s naturally built all over: training muscles on top of mission muscles on top of an innate bulk.
He’s the kind of big that makes him immovable to most guys.
The kind of big that’s always been -ger than most everyone else—if not by height, than at least by heft.
So when they’re on mission and Ghost spots a grenade before Soap does, and, with no time to warn him, grabs him by the waist and flings him back behind cover, gear and all, Soap’s really not expecting to think much about it, aside from maybe, ‘Oh, shit.’
What he thinks instead is: ‘Oh-hmm.’
And then, in rapid succession: ‘Big.’
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Or, Soap realizes that Ghost is bigger than him. His dick realizes that’s hot.
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12 Dec 2025
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“Alex Keller,” he offered. “Here for a stretch. Training liaison.”
Soap blinked. The name hit. The grin slipped, reformed, edged with something closer to disbelief. “You’re Alex.”
Alex only lifted a shoulder. “Last I checked.”
The sergeant scrubbed a hand through his damp hair. “Bloody hell. Price’ll have kittens. You’re next door?”
Alex let the corner of his mouth twitch. “Looks that way.”
For the first time, Soap looked faintly unsettled. Not in any real way, but the smile sat too tight, the ease just slightly off. “Well. Hope you’re a sound sleeper, mate. Walls are thin.”
So that was Soap. He was just as the reports and Price suggested. And rattled, maybe, by nothing more than the man next door.
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Alex Keller gets a temporary posting, finds himself neighbour to Soap, and is pulled into the orbit of the 141. A Threshold sequel.Series
- Part 6 of Lines of Fire
- Part 2 of Orbit
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12 Dec 2025
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"Close now. Remember the rules?" Ghost talks loud to be heard, but his voice rumbles low and deeper through him than the engines and their repetitive noise, an edge there that Soap can’t put his finger on, reminiscent of how he sounds when Price tightens their leash.
"There are no rules," he echoes their earlier conversation, but relents as Ghost narrows his eyes. "Forty-eight hours. I'm late, I fail. I'm caught, I fail. I die to some random animal attack or 'cause I break my ankle, I fail and ye won't come find me. That about it?"
Soap has some things to work out. Ghost is happy to help.
Neither is prepared for just how far they'll go.Bookmarked by sleepyblob
12 Dec 2025

