#[ yOU ASKED FOR THIS ]

[too-deviant]

pick me up?

with…LUKE CASTELLAN!

contains…frat boy!luke, fwb!luke, boxer!luke, 18+ CONTENT, oral (f receiving), mildly public sex, dry humping

The rarity of receiving a text from Luke before midnight was not lost on you.

And yet, when your phone vibrated on your desk at eight-thirty, you picked it up and swiped carefully into the chat like it was the norm. You only recognised the oddity of the situation when Luke’s text didn’t read anything along the lines of u up? or come over?

can u come pick me up? 

trav drove me here but left like an hour ago and i have no ride

He dropped his location the moment your read receipt appeared on his screen, and you recognised the boxing gym a few blocks south of your apartment shining at you from under that damn red pin. You asked him why, but continued to slide your uggs on nonetheless, ignoring your roommate’s questioning gaze with a wave of your hand and a, “Be back later.”

You only began to question your actions when you reached the first red light. In the weeks you had known each-other, you and Luke communicated solely after the witching hour – when the only light came from his car and the only sound came from deep in the back of your throat. There was the occasional drunken makeout at any of his frat parties, but never had he asked you for a ride. 

Although, you would give it to him; his car wasn’t in the lot when you pulled up. You barely made out his silhouette when your headlights flooded the front window, and he was gone when you turned your car off. You weren’t expecting him to respond to your i’m outside – you never responded to his. But after five minutes of waiting, you huffed a sigh and relented to his clear intentions. 

The inside of the gym was as expected – cold from the AC, but warm from the residual body warmth. A ring in the middle of the space, several punching bags and other equipment you couldn’t name. Footfalls pulled you from your stupor, and your eyes drifted to where Luke’s familiar figure was exiting the locker room a few feet to your left. 

His compression shirt hugged him in all the right places – the bulging of his biceps and outline of his abs a refreshing change from the loose hoodies and baggy team jerseys he usually wore whenever you met, leaving everything to your imagination. He was in his usual grey sweats, and you applauded the consistency, always down to admire the way they hung low on his hips – the urge to tuck your fingers under the band was prominent, but you held back in favour of watching him pull off his gloves and flex his fingers in such a way that must’ve been on purpose. 

“You needed a ride?” While the circumstances of your meetup were out of the ordinary, you kept to the usual sarcastic comment. More often than not did you mutter uber for one? whenever you climbed into his car – and just like clockwork, Luke rolled his eyes and smirked at you through his bottom lashes. You weren’t stupid, and he was well aware. 

“Totally.” Was his muttered response.

“None of the other fifty guys you live with were available?” 

His hands wrapped comfortably around your hips, pulling you ever-so closer, “None of the guys I live with have lips like yours.”

“They don’t?” You pouted, hands wrapping around his shoulders and sliding up his neck, “But I swear me and Connor use the same lipgloss.”

He chuckled lowly, arms tightening around you until he could lift you up and spin you around, sitting you down on an empty table you assumed was for gloves and tape. A gasp ripped through you at the sudden movement, fingers tightening around him for balance – Luke simply sidled between your thighs and rested his hands gently on top of them. 

He kissed you, deep and slow, and you allowed yourself to get lost in it – so lost that you barely registered it when he went for the waistband of your shorts. You just used his shoulders as leverage, mouth still on his, and let him slide them under you and discard them on the ground. 

He pulled away from you, knees already buckling and mouth latching on to your shirt as he went further down, “Not those ones.”

Your fingers tangled perfectly in his curls, coiling through their humid wisps and tightening when he pushed your underwear aside and licked a stripe from deep below your vulva all the way up to your clit, latching around it and doing that thing he always said he’d do if you were good enough. Your mewl was amplified by the echo of the empty space, and the table rocked only briefly before Luke’s hand was on your stomach and pushing you to a laid back position. 

The way he suckled at you, dipping his tongue into you for a brief moment only to come back out and swallow around you. Your legs found their way around his head and he groaned deep into your cunt, dropping fully onto his knees and yanking you slightly with him. You gripped the edge of the table out of instinct, but your fingers found their way back to his hair in no time, the peak of your orgasm creeping up on you slowly.

You barely murmured a, “Oh – Luke, I’m gonna…” Before your ankles locked around him and you were shoving him hard into you. He took it like a champ, letting you ride it out and slide yourself across his face and nose until you couldn’t anymore, hips stuttering and dropping back onto the table. 

You caught your breath, and he stood. Luke always did this; watched you. You felt weird about it at first, but soon enough got used to his gaze keeping you warm while the heat between your legs settled and the huffs of air escaped your parted lips. You met his eyes and held out your hands, allowing him to pull you up into a seated position. 

“Been thinking about you all day, didn’t have time to go home and shower.” He pushed your hair away from your face, unsticking it from your forehead, “Plus I really did need a ride.”

It felt intimate – too intimate for a guy who’s text chain in your phone was the same two word question and one word response on repeat every couple of nights. So you avoided his gaze, suddenly heavy, and pulled him even closer, grinding your wet crotch against the tent in his pants and making it impossible for him to not take you right then and there.

"God -- damn." He grunted into your neck, face dropping. His hands settled around your back, venturing up your shirt and smoothing the planes of your spine. He brought them around to grope your tits, and you hummed in satisfaction at the feeling.

Your hips started to grind, and your own hands flattened on his ass so you could push him into you at a languid pace. Your wet rubbed all over him, staining the grey of his sweats dark, but he didn't seem to mind and took over his own movements.

The feeling was euphoric, and the overstimulation had you biting down on his shoulder, but Luke was moving fast t and uncoordinated, chasing his own high with a series of moans into your mouth once he found his way back to it. His hands stayed on your breasts, squeezing hard and rolling your nipples between his fingers -- you were on the cusp of your second orgasm when you felt the warmth of his cum spread through his pants. A few stuttered thrusts and he was a panting dog in your shoulder, hands dropping to the table beneath you.

"Your place or mine?"

divider by @cafekitsune :)

[inkyarcturus]

HERES THE ANGST YALL ASKED FOR

I also posted it on my tiktok: @inkyarcturus :P

[weirdglassthing]

Unfortunately the Gideon and Kremy art is the only serious ouaw art I have…

Now you can see the unserious ones!

(Ok ngl I like this one but whatever ⬆️)

Blue eyed stare gricko was not supposed to get this many drawings but as I was drawing the first one the idea hit me like a car that Frost is the only one unphased being woken up by gricko (ignore the lighting it’s……���. interesting it’s definitely accurate 100% and realistic you just gotta believe)

I might draw how I think the others would react but for now imagine Kremy screaming at the top of his lungs and Gideon punching his lights out (hahahaha get it) like an alarm clock.

I LOVE Frost

[thegreatimpersonator]

EVERYBODY'S GONNA DROWN YOU OUT

[newbienewness]

Sebastian as Spider-Man pleeeease?

*stands up on hind legs and does a little puppy begging dance with big puppy eyes* 🥺

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

I need angst from you….

Thundercracker and Skywarp dying on the battlefield….

Super fucked up, I cried

This Won’t Be the End

Words: 933

:.Thundercracker?.:

:.Skywarp?.:

The thrill of battle was slowly creeping into dread, the wind was beginning to feel tight, the sun no longer warmed his wings. It didn’t feel right. Something was wrong.

Something was terribly wrong.

:.Starscream, Megatron is falling back, do we follow?.:

The SIC feels his spark twist uncomfortably in its chamber.

:.Go ahead Slipstream, I need to find my trine, you’re welcome to retreat along with Lord Megatron.:

:.Nonsense, we stay with you, I’ll send Ramjet and his trine to help.:

The ping on his radar was enough to give him confirmation that the three had turned to follow his lead, a heavy wave of air leaving his vents as he began to glide lower to the ground. He ignored the glimpses of retreating Decepticons and Autobot, tugging at his trine bond.

No answer.

He tugged again.

No answer.

He was beginning to grow desperate.

Until the softest pull came in response.

His thrusters whined with the sudden shock of speed as he took off, catching Ramjet and his trine by surprise.

Transforming from his alt, he almost tumbles into the trampled ground. His pedes catch on the uneven terrain, stumbling forward, just barely managing to stabilize before he’s running forward.

Two frames in sight, energon splattered against the ground in such a way it almost appears to be art. It makes Starscream want to purge, if not for the sheer amount of energon lathered against the ground than for the weapon standing in Thundercracker’s chassis.

The seeker feels his voice box fail, intake dropping open before closing when he realizes what lays before him.

A hesitant step forward, it doesn’t feel real.

“Star?”

Skywarp…

Skywarp!

Starscream nearly lunges forward, kneeling down between their two frames. His servos are trembling and he hesitantly places one over Skywarp’s chassis, trying his best not to look at the horrendous gash through his side. Desperately attempting to ignore the way the energon is soaking into the joints in his knees.

“It’s me, I’m here Sky.”

He watches helplessly as Skywarp’s dim optics flicker out before coming back in. He watches as he tries to get a better view of their fallen trinemate.

“TC… is he..?”

“Sky, please- just focus on staying online right now.” Starscream feels the need to plead.

“He is, isn’t he?”

Silence, Starscream can only will himself to move his servo to Skywarp’s.

“He is.” He finally manages, vents stuttering. He can feel the coolant building in his optics.

“It’s okay to cry, Star.” Skywarp’s voice box nearly gives out half way, his servo slowly detaching from Starscream’s to set against his arm.

“This is all my fault.”

Skywarp’s expression barely narrows but it’s enough to convey his disapproval, “No… you didn’t cause this.”

“I wanted this, I wanted to participate in this war.” He feels like screaming. He feels the need to cry, to yell, to throw himself down and die. “You and Thunder weren’t made for war, you weren’t made for this. I dragged you into this and now you’re-“

“We would’ve come if you wanted us too or not.”

Starscream can barely keep himself from calling Skywarp a fool.

“You’re dying.”

“I know.. but even if I could go back and choose again, I’d always follow you. TC would do the same. We love you Star.”

His spark feels tight, his optics burn. “You can’t do this to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

His vents stutter again.

“Can..” Skywarp’s voice box gargles, “Can you sit me up?”

“Skywarp you need to stay still, the medics-“

“The medics won’t be here in time, even I know that. Just sit me up, please. I want to see TC.”

Starscream resists the urge to cry, he resists the urge to yell. He resists the urge to plead with him to stay alive, doing as asked.

Slowly he maneuvers his trinemate up, adjusting him so Skywarp can lean against him. His dim optics slowly trace over Thundercracker’s frame.

“They got him pretty good.” Skywarp manages the comment as his servo moves to weakly massage the broad of Starscream’s wing.

“Right through the spark chamber…” Starscream responds, burying his helm in Skywarp’s shoulder plating, arms loose around his midsection. He’s careful of the wound.

“He went down fighting… took another bot with him.” Skywarp mumbles, resting his helm against Starscream’s. “Kept up his tough guy act to the end.”

“I think.. he earned the title.” The trine leader responds after a moment and Skywarp can’t stop the weak laugh that leaves him.

“I guess he did..”

A small chuff of laughter leaves Starscream’s intake.

“Star.. could you tell me a story?”

Starscream doesn’t question why, “Which one?”

“That one about Skyfire… how he blew up that energon dispenser.”

Starscream obliges.

He tells the story.

He doesn’t get very far before he feels Skywarp’s servo slip from his wing. Not even half way in when his frame goes limp against him. He doesn’t need to see his optics flicker out to know. He doesn’t need to feel Skywarp’s frame cool against his own to know.

He only needs to feel the trine bond flicker out.

By the time Ramjet and his trine find him again, Skywarp is gone and despite being empty frames Starscream refuses to leave.

Not even Thrust can will himself to pull the seeker away. No, Ramjet’s trine only stay nearby. They wait, emotions of their own pooling in despair.

It’s no surprise Starscream refuses to leave their bodies and had it not been for the help of Ramjet’s trine, Starscream would have been carrying his trinemates back to the ship himself.

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

The Terror fans be like "i want that man carnally" and then show you a human equivalent of an expired mozarella with dog hair on it (i am one of them)

[eldritch-spouse]

https://eldritch-spouse.tumblr.com/post/738900358376701952/did-ceros-parents-dropped-him-on-jaw-or-smt-why

Let's punch him in the face until his face gets fixed, something like what happened with Squidward :D

Damn anon, you fucked him up so hard he actually grew a nose.

[mugiwara-lucy]

Fuck Around and Find Out!! 🤣

All you MAGAts that didn’t wanna vote for a “DEI Hire”, here’s a Christmas Present for you 🎄

[gosborne92]

Drop an other ass picture without panties

Sure thing boo 😉

[lyss-butterscotch]

Levitates in with more angsty ideas "Hey, y'know how the rot was initially meant to modify pebbles, what if the crwatures that get killed by it experience random mutations, and by the time the rot is done eating him over and over, pebbles is unrecognizable, his own sister initially unable to recognize the beast he has become?

You know what?

Yeah. Okay. I'm opening krita for this.

[simplydnp]

dan and phil react to pinofs 1-3 no context spoilers

[newbienewness]

Can you make summer camp counselor Sebastian? 🫶🏻

🏕️🔥🥾🏕️🔥🥾🏕️🔥🥾🏕️🔥🥾🏕️🔥🥾🏕️🔥🥾

I would.... Just saying...if obviously we were the same age...

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

IICHLIWP- VI. YOU ASKED FOR THIS

Go on and be a big girl/ You asked for this now

(inspired by @haylewilliams)

[supermusicallee]

i want my cake on a silver platter // i am on a better place... with lots of, lots of chocolate cake