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The Mating Call
Fandom: Transformers (G1)
Rating: adult
(Explicit sex)
Characters: Skywarp/Starscream/Thundercracker
Wordcount: 3,200ish
Summary:
The noise woke Starscream up a full two hours before his alarm was set to go off.
A brood X cicada AU where forged mechs spend seventeen years growing underground before digging their way out ready to Yell and Frag. Cold-constructed Starscream is fed up with the whole thing, until Skywarp and Thundercracker start yelling at him…
(Listen, sometimes you’re walking around the woods taking pictures of cicadas and you say ‘wouldn’t it be cool if…’ and then your friends don’t stop you at all.)
Could we get something with a touch-starved Gambit and his S/O, who just absolutely loves physical contact? Love your works, btw!
Craving your touch
Gambit had always been smooth. Charming. The kind of guy who could light up a room with his smile or make you forget all your problems with just a look. But beneath that devil-may-care attitude, there was something deeper. Something softer. And you knew it better than anyone.
You discovered it early on in your relationship—how touch-starved he really was. At first, it was subtle. His hand would linger a little longer when you brushed past him. His arm would casually wrap around your waist when you sat next to him. Little things that grew into something more as time passed.
Now, it was like second nature. The way his body would unconsciously lean into your touch, as if craving the warmth of your hand against his skin. Sitting beside him on the couch, you ran your fingers through his hair, and he melted into you, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned his head on your shoulder.
“Feels good, chérie,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. His hands rested on your thigh, thumb drawing lazy circles as he sighed contentedly.
You smiled, letting your fingers trace down his jawline and across his cheek. Every time, he reacted like it was the first touch he’d ever received. As if he was still surprised someone could want him—really want him, without conditions.
“I love touching you,” you murmured, kissing the top of his head. “You know that, right?”
He nodded, but his voice was quiet when he spoke. “Sometimes, I still don’t believe it. Ain’t used to it… bein’ wanted like that.”
Your heart ached at his words. Gambit was always so confident, always the charmer, but here, with you, he was vulnerable. You cupped his face, tilting it up so his red-on-black eyes met yours.
“You deserve this, Remy,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his. “You deserve to be touched, to be loved. I’m always going to be here for you.”
His breath hitched, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter, as if afraid you’d disappear. “I ain’t never gonna get enough of you, chérie. Never."
You kissed him softly, knowing that no matter how much he craved your touch, you’d always be there to give it. Every touch, every moment, was a reminder that he wasn’t alone anymore. He had you, and you’d never stop showing him how much he was loved.
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Hey take this I guess hehe, they don’t meet in the show but I think these two assholes deserve each other so-
They can uhhh go braid each other’s hair or something and plot how to kill korra idk lmao that’s what I get for shipping a crackship/rarepair, I’m just praying this art gets someone into it too!!
someone give me a twilight fic where Charlie's the MC, and it's Carlisle vs Billy Black instead of the canon love triangle we got. Just. Charlie's so confused while Carlisle and Billy are giving each other death glares behind his back. Example:
Charlie: So... werewolves are real? And vampires?
Carlisle: Yes, but the wolves are nothing special. No more than overgrown mutts.
Billy: The only thing overgrown here is your ego, you damn prick, and it's called being a shape-shifter. At least we don't glitter like a preschooler's birthday card when we go out into the sun.
Charlie, while Billy and Carlisle are about to throw hands: ???
Peter VI writhed on his bed, soft, aborted gasps emanating from what you presumed was his mouth now. He had been on the edge of orgasm for about half an hour now, teetering on the edge but never getting the stimulation he needed to finally just fucking cum. He whimpered as another breath ghosted across his leaking cock, flushed dark with arousal. "A-ahh, don't t-tease-" He breathed, his wrists straining against their bonds. There was sure to be marks there next morning.
You smirked and sighed heavily, your hot breath fluttering across the tip of his cock and making him jolt. "Who's teasing? You couldn't possibly be talking about me~" You hummed, grinning like a jackal.
Your thumb ghosted along the sensitive underside of his cock and he moaned, trying to thrust up to chase that pleasure. Of course, you pulled your hand away, grinning as you watched him whine at the loss of contact. His mask kept you from enjoying his facial features, but the sounds coming from him made up for that by a long shot.
You suddenly grabbed the base of his cock and licked across the top of it, dancing your tongue around the head and over the pre-cum weeping slit. Peter cried out at that, a delicious concoction of moans and gasps leaking out and blessing your ears.
"I love it when you moan like that, Peter. You sound so sweet, so free. Do you think you could make that pretty sound for me again, darling~?" You hummed, pressing a light kiss to the side of his weeping erection.
Peter whimpered, tossing his head back as he shook, trembling like a leaf in the wind. You frowned and lowered your head, nipping his thigh harshly. Peter let out a yelp, his head snapping back down. "I want an answer, Peter," You said sternly, pressing a soft kiss to the red skin as a silent apology.
"I-I think, I mean, yeah?" Peter gasped, his breath laboured and his chest heaving.
You grinned and raised your head again, your lips a hair's-breath away from his cock. His darling, leaking cock. "Good~" You purred.
The only warning he got was the hot exhale of your breath on his skin before you took his cock in your mouth, your dexterous tongue working wonders and playing with him in a way that made him want to sob. He actually did sob, shaky moans and broken cries coming out of his mouth as you worked to get him off, to finally give him that reprieve that he had been denied for so long.
It wasn't a surprise when he came in your mouth with a loud moan. It had been your goal from the beginning, and you couldn't help the smile that grew on your face after you pulled off of his cock with a lewd pop. He was still looking down at you, shaking with relief and at the force of his orgasm. You had no idea if you were making eye contact or not, but you felt watched as you opened your mouth and let his cum dribble out, down your lips and the sides of your mouth.
Peter whimpered. He knew what would come next. And he wanted it so fucking much.
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