Tags: AU - Neighbors, domestic, putting together IKEA furniture, mutual pining, trans peter parker
Chapter One: Möckelby
Summary: Peter has a simple and quiet life. An insurance adjuster by day, Spider-Man by night, with a great apartment to come home to. It’s not fancy, but it works.
That is, until a man named Wade moves in upstairs. A man who thinks it appropriate to build furniture after ten o'clock p.m. After Peter approaches him to request he build earlier in the day, he somehow gets roped into helping Wade instead. At least he's hot. But Peter also has to deal with some new "hero" called Deadpool that recently rolled into town. Ugh.
inspired by this post i hope its okay! its very short...
Summary: Mountain crying and begging to breed Dewdrop. yeah.
Tags: breeding, begging, crying, size kink..., dirty talk, trans dewdrop
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Mountain feels like he might die. It's hot, he's drenched in sweat, his chest squeezed tight like a vice as he pants and sobs for air. The world is hazy, steamy, all he knows is that he wants something he can't have. At least not yet.
“Please, please, Dewdrop,” He says again, unsure of how many times the words have left his mouth at this point. Dewdrop’s smirk in response makes Mountain's stomach flip and twist, and his cock he's been sliding against the little fire ghoul’s thigh for the last… however long… kicks and spurts more pre-cum over that rose gold skin.
“What do you need, Mounty?” Dewdrop asks from his place below the large ghoul. He's trapped beneath him, both his wrists pressed tight against the mattress above his head in just one of the earth ghoul’s hands. A buzz tingles under Dew’s skin at the sight of Mountain above him; the large frame, the way his muscles from hours of outdoor labor ripple as he continues jerking his hips for friction. Mountain could take what he wants. With one movement, he could have Dew on his stomach, ass in the air, and pound into him with little to no effort, but here he is instead. Begging, whining, desperate for Dewdrop’s permission.
“Please, fuck, Dewy- firelily, I need to breed you. I need it, Ineedit Ineedit Ineedit,” Mountain sobs. Dewdrop looks down to that huge, angry, red cock against his thigh. It looks painful, like one more slide might make him pop and cover Dew’s stomach. But he's being so good, so obedient for his lover.
“You need to breed me, pebble?” Dew asks, “You think you deserve to fill me up?”
Mounty shakes his head, tears streaming down his face and dripping onto Dewdrop’s collar bones as he leans down to lap at the plethora of bruises and bite marks he'd left all over Dew’s neck and shoulders, “Been good, been a good boy,” He says.
“You've been so good for me, baby,” Dew agrees, biting his lip to hold back a moan as Mountain sucks yet another mark onto his neck, kitten licking at the skin as an apology, “Such a good boy for me.”
Mountain cries out at the praise, kissing up Dew’s neck until he's reached his lips and captures him in a heated kiss. Dew wastes no time in diving his tongue into Mountain’s mouth, tasting his lovely earth ghoul and pulling the sweetest moans out of his chest.
“Can I please?” Mounty asks again, “It hurts, please, I need to be inside you. Need to cum inside you!”
Dewdrop can't help but moan lewdly at the words. He needs it just as badly, his cunt has been aching ever since he smelled Mountain’s familiar heat from down the hall in his own room. He had followed that evergreen and floral scent expecting to be fucked within an inch of his life - the way Mountain’s heats usually turned to just instinct and raw need and lust. Instead he found the other ghoul writhing on his bed, already in tears as he jerked himself over the edge, begging as soon as he smelled Dewdrop enter the room.
“Please, please, need to breed you. Let me breed you, baby,” Mountain continues the barrage of requests, whispering hoarse against Dewdrop’s neck as he keeps licking and sucking and biting, always missing the place where he's meant to mark the fire ghoul, “Need to see you full of me, I've been good, please.”
“ Fuck, Mounty,” Dewdrop isn't sure how much longer he can keep holding off himself. He's already cum so many times, either from Mountain's greedy mouth, or his long thick fingers, but it's nothing compared to actually being filled by the other ghoul, “Fuck me.”
Mountain stops mid-lick up the side of Dewdrop’s face, even his hips freezing, cock twitching again over Dew’s skin.
Dew knows he's waiting for clearer permission, “You're such a good boy, Mounty. Fuck me, fill me, breed me.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Mountain gasped out as he pulled back slightly, hand still firm around Dewdrop’s wrists while he settled between those rose gold thighs. He only let go so he could push Dewdrop’s legs forward, encouraging the fire ghoul to hold them, to hold himself open for him. Dew is happy to oblige, barring his soaked cunt completely as his fingers dimple into the backs of his thighs. Mountain groans, sobs , again at the sight.
“Come on, Mounty, fuck me,” Dew’s voice is raspy and dripping with desperation as he stares up at his mate.
Mountain finally lines himself up with Dewdrop’s hole, bowing forward as soon as the tip is against the entrance, claws gripping and tearing holes into the mattress, his forehead pressed against the fire ghoul’s as he tries to control his release. He needs to be inside. Needs to cum inside of Dewdrop’s heat.
Slowly, he sinks inside, Dewdrop’s back arches off the bed at the delicious stretch - no matter how Mountain worked him open, how wet Dew became, the sweet burn was always there and he lived for it. Craved it.
“Dew, Dew ,” Mountain wails, finally seating himself fully inside of the fire ghoul, “Need more, please. Please take all of me!”
Dewdrop groans and presses sweet kisses on Mountain’s face, licks at his tears and traces their trails with his tongue. He already feels so full, there's no way there's anything else to take. It's enough to stop any sort of response in his throat, as he gasps around the sensation.
“Let me knot you, take my knot, spitfire,” Mountain returns Dewdrop’s kisses with kisses of his own. Wetter, sloppier, making Dew's face glisten with sweat and spit.
“Always,” Dew gasps out, feeling the knot forming where they're pressed together. He's not sure he can take it but he will...
Tags: bakudeku, zombie quirk au, all characters are pro heroes, minor violence, eventual romance, having each others back at the end of the world, first kiss, fluff and angst, flirting and pininggggg
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Summary: Izuku’s fingers dig into his back and Katsuki can feel the way he breathes against his chest. He allows his eyes to close, to re-ground himself in those strong, familiar arms.
After a few moments of quiet, only muted plips of water hitting the concrete floor from a leak somewhere filling the air, Izuku speaks again, stronger, “I need you with me.”
His words are hot against Katuski’s ear. Life echoes in each breath.
Katsuki nods.
It’s not the first time Izuku has said those words to him.
“I’m with you,” He replies, and it’s not the first time he’s said those ones either.
- AKA a zombie quirk has taken over the world, and Katsuki and Izuku are stranded together after a supply-run gone wrong and have to take the long way back to base.
Summary: Peter gets to know his new neighbor, Wade, a bit more (Oh No, He's Hot), and Spider-Man gets to know Deadpool. The furniture building continues.
Tags: Neighbors AU, building furniture together, crushes & flirting, pining, trans peter parker, identity shenanigans 💖
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Sneak Peak:
Wade texts him the next day.
sexy motherfucker upstairs: ive got a hankerin
sexy motherfucker upstairs: i crave… ikea builting
sexy motherfucker upstairs: petey pie
Peter edits the contact, rolling his eyes. He’s in the breakroom at work, half of a sandwich still on his plate.
Peter: Im at work
Wade (A305): booooooo
Wade (A305): cum ovr after?
Wade (A305): i feel like pounding aftr midnite
Peter: Please dont. Im off in three hours, dont disturb the rest of our neighbors.
Tags: flirting, peter trying to get himself together, wade is so hot help, soulmate au, soulmate identifying marks, spideypool
Summary: Peter has everything under control! Nothing could possibly go wrong!
Wade is a flirt. Peter is a disaster.
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Chapter preview:
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“Okay,” Wade said when they reached the outdoors. Peter stood to attention, staring up at Wade and squinting in the sunlight now fully risen overhead. Wade's figure was outlined by a bright halo, “If you want to pay me back so badly, give me your number. I'm making you pancakes. Maybe more if I'm lucky.”
What?
“Huh?”
Wade laughed warmly, a kind of fondness on the masked features, “You, Peter. Give me your number and then you come over. I make pancakes. Maybe some hanky-panky? Give meaning to that E-rating, right? Badda-bing-badda-boom. You don't owe me anything else.”
Peter squinted at him.
“No hanky-panky. Just pancakes. We play three rounds of Mario-Kart, I whoop your ass, and then we’re even.”
Giving Wade his number might have been his last chance to have his questions answered, without having to be too intertwined into Wade's life. He probably should have thought about it before inviting the man to breakfast, but he wasn't about to drop the opportunity on the basis of pride.
Okay, he took a deep breath, attempt number two.
Peter held out his hand, “Two games, I beat you. The end.”
“You can try, baby boy. I was there when Mario was invented.” Wade grinned and dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He typed on it briefly, before placing it in Peter’s outstretched palm.
Peter laughed as he accepted the device, typing in his contact information quickly, and then handed the phone back to its owner, “You wish you were that old.”
“Peter Parker.” Wade breathed as he glanced at the screen.
Summary: When the roof caved in and the truth came out, Peter didn't know what to do.
Tags: Soulmate au! spideypool! Soulmate Identifying Marks! They are in love your honor!
Rating: Explicit
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Sneak peek:
Peter had woken up in strange places more often than he could count. Under bridges; in abandoned houses; pinned beneath piles of rubble; in some stranger's bed. Something all of those places had in common was that he always woke up alone, clawing his way back to the surface. Battered and bruised, and on his own.
It could be scary at times, of course. Like that time that a cement beam had fallen on top of him, crushing his legs against the ground, and he hadn’t been sure that he was strong enough to move it. At that moment he was terrified. No help was coming for him. But he knew it was better that way. It was better that he was the only one under that beam, that he wasn’t dragging anyone down with him. Peter was better off alone.
Or so he thought. As he stirred awake slowly, he imagined the sound of Wade beside him. Would he snore? Or would he be the sort of person who wakes up early and clatters around until Peter joins him? Would his side of the bed be warm and inviting on those mornings when Peter’s body ached? Or would Peter kiss Wade into wakefulness alongside him? Lips on soft scars, filled with silent promises to give back in all the ways that Wade had given to him already.
It sounded nice. A perfect dream, but a dream nonetheless. Peter was better off alone.
snippets from my new med students bkdk au - would anyone be interested in reading this 😔👍 its like. half done and im kinda obsessed arghhh
izuku, dr yagi's protoge who just wants some new music to listen to, latches onto katsuki, a hardcore metalhead. (izuku gets katsuki into musicals too)
lots of fluff, sweetness, romance, Flirting, and eventual smut of course
Based on a drawing I did a while ago attached below this sneak peak:
The man with the long, curly mullet sitting at the other desk finally looked up from the piece he was working on, “So what?”
What?
“So,” Dewdrop propped his hands on his hips and walked closer to the artist, noticing his bold and fine line tattoos decorating most of his visible skin, pretty, “You'll want to turn it down before they come over. They're fussy!”
The man leaned back in his seat and crossed his toned arms over his chest. Dewdrop felt his face flush and hoped it wasn’t noticeable.
“You sure it's not you who has the problem with it?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow. His eyes were a stormy blue, like a thunderstorm at night reflecting off crashing waves. Like a dark blue hibiscus. Dewdrop shook off his stare before he could get sucked into it.
