I'm here to tell you I loved your MotA fanfic where Gale is a priest so much I'm writing from the spirit realm bc your fic vaporised me while reading it. 10/10 experience
im here to answer that there is more to come <3
“So fucking hot the way you’re feral for me. Bet you’d do anything I’d ask, hmm sweetheart? Lick me clean after a nice work-out, no need for a towel when I’ve got your pretty tongue to bathe me.”
It’s lewd enough to make Gales cheeks burn, he pulls away gasping and covers John’s mouth with a rough hand, leaning down to press their foreheads together, watching John’s eyes roll and feels a moan vibrate against his palm. He’s close enough to feel his lips brushing his own knuckles as he speaks.
“You never asked for forgiveness.”
John blinks at him, brow furrowing in genuine confusion.
“That first time.” Gale presses so close his forehead aches, their lashes tickle each other, “When you walked into that fucking church and spilled your filth all over the place, you never said your contrition.”
Confusion morphs into desperate burning heat, he can feel John smile against his palm, teeth pressing cooly against his skin. Hands squeeze Gale’s waist so strongly he thinks it might bleed, dragging his hips along the line of John’s body in a slow oozing glide of fabric against moist skin.
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Swamplanding
[men on man action.]
[as has been posted recently, bonecrusher's current location is unknown. most of the team is focused on the logistics about finding the hunchback, how patchwork'll patch him up if he's injured, how they hope groundrumbler didn't fuck with anything back home.]
[the ones who aren't thinking of the logistics, simply put all of their energy and mental health into finding bonecrusher, no matter the cost. those in particular being the other three corners of the love square {BB, RJ, FM} for mostly obvious reasons, and his older brother who's just trying to see to it that bonecrusher still lives; gravedigger.]
[gravedigger and terraterror have been paired together to search in southern america - somewhere around florida, i would assume - based on some hints gravedigger brutally and also metaphorically ripped out of an autobot soldier.]
[here, we join the two in a small swamplandish area, wading through water as they search for somethin'.]
TT: ...so, fill me in here. what was it that 'bot two days back told you?
GD: oh, nothing in particular. just the fact that bay-op's captured him and is trying to brainwash him.
TT: i take it that's why you haven't been talkative?
GD: tch. sure.
[movement in the area ahead. terraterror and gravedigger's combined attention are locked ahead, their primaries whipped out in a sparkbeat.]
...
[no movements. may have been an alligator.]
TT: alligator?
GD: can't be too sure.
[the two cautiously continue ahead, both decepticons on high alert for any more movement. terraterror's turned his light bars on.]
[every step brings a heightened sense of anxiety within the two. gravedigger hadn't been trained for high-stress situations such as 'stalked in the swamp by an unknown threat', so he's a little more on edge than terraterror is in this situation.]
[...hours pass. the sun passes by overhead, silent as it's always been. the skies darken with every minute. terraterror's light bars are becoming more and more effective the closer the night comes.]
...
[the only thing on gravedigger's mind at this point is just seeing bonecrusher again, preferably alive.]
[a tree creaks, as if it were being weighed down. the decepticons' attentions whip over to the tree in question.]
??: Friendly, friendly. D-don't shoot.
[A wounded Autobot soldier stumbles into view, collapsing in the dirty water of the swamp.]
TT: prove it.
??: Look, I don't mean any harm- [The soldier hacks up a bit of blood, their faceplate having been damaged by the local alligators.] -w... what brings you two here?
TT: looki-
GD: none of your fucking business, boy.
??: ...I guess it's too personal for you to reveal to a dying, nameless hunk o' scrap like me, eh?
GD: [approaching the soldier and digging into its back with his claws:] how do i know you don't have a direct commline to any high-ranking autobot scum?
??: K-knowing you Decepticons? Probably won't l-let me prove it before you kill me. I g-get it, just... c'mon. Let me rest for a bit.
[...an all too brief moment of silence is cut short by an irritable growl from gravedigger, whom drops the soldier back into the swampwater as requested.]
??: I take it you're... that one Decepticon's twin brother. Bone... something.
GD: smart bot.
TT: do you know where bonecrusher is?
??: ...He's not on any mainlands.
GD: any hemispheres?
??: Uhh... northern, I think.
TT: any more specific answers for us?
??: Look for Autobot defence systems around the Yukon. Optimus probably put down some turrets.
GD: ...yukon...
[the two decepticons think for a moment.]
TT: ...aw, fuck.
??: [The near-death soldier rights himself, leaning against the tree once more.] What's the sitrep?
TT: we've only sent one guy to yukon.
??: Should probably provide some backup, then - and good luck, as well.
GD: do you want to be put out of your misery?
??: No, thank you. I'll let the native lifeforms rip me apart if I don't die beforehand.
GD: mm.
[terraterror opens up a spacebridge with assistance from nebula over the comms, wiping his feet on the wet grass and wandering through.]
GD: for what it's worth... sorry about the aggression.
??: No, I get it. You're worried for your brother. Don't waste any time on me.
GD: ...alright. rust in peace, soldier.
??: Aye.
[gravedigger turns to leave, hopping through the spacebridge moments before it closes and leaving the autobot soldier to his fate.]
...
[Such is life.]
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7 14 21 for the artist ask game ^_^
ask game
7: oh boy does stop animation count? you guys are absolute wizards. strongest us marine vs weakest stop motion soldier. i've tried to do it before and broke down crying every time
14: FOOD AS FLESH. FLESH AS FOOD.
21: anything with the legs that are one big rectangle shape, and sonic eyes..... i don't like describing my artstyle cause its like. but i COULD do it different yk
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