Mini!Fics v.Tremors
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moonlettuceTitle: Completion
Fandom: Tremors
Pairing: Tyler/El Blanco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 110
Summary: In which there is graboid!porn...
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beren_writes's request on my drabble-type things post.
The hood of the truck is cold against Tyler's chest as he presses against it, soft whuffling coming from behind him as one of Blanco's tongues curls around his leg. Spreading himself further to allow Blanco easier access to his ass, Tyler whines softly as the tongue sliding up his leg totally bypasses his ass to move across his hip and over his stomach.
"Blanco, please--" The words fall from Tyler's lips as he presses back, needing Blanco inside him.
The tongue continues to caress his stomach, light and careful, as a second moves over his ass, finally pressing inside, finally filling him and finally, finally, completing him.
Title: Mate
Fandom: Tremors
Pairing: Tyler/El Blanco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 215
Summary: In which Blanco thinks about his mate...
Notes: Written forrealpestilence's request on my drabble-type things post.
He can smell Mate as he comes out from the ground, the warmth hitting his skin. Mate is close but not close enough, so the dirt parts before him and carries him through the desert. The rumbling of metal is permeating the soil and when he comes back up he can hear the sound of food, their calls overlapping with Mate's voice.
He hears the words, even understands some of them. Graboid is what they call him, Blanco is what they've named him. It's not his name, not his real one, but it is the name that comes from Mate's lips as Mate's hands run over his hide, the name Blanco has accepted for himself.
He can hear Mate talking to the food, telling them about him and about how lucky they are that Blanco's decided to make an appearance today. The food sounds excited, chittering and loud, and he thinks that, even if they didn't move, he could pinpoint where they were just from that. But he won't. Mate is there, and Mate is never happy when Blanco eats the food that Mate brings into the desert in his metal mover. And Blanco likes it when Mate is happy. Because Mate is Blanco's, and that's the way it should be.
Fandom: Tremors
Pairing: Tyler/El Blanco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 110
Summary: In which there is graboid!porn...
Notes: Written for
beren_writes's request on my drabble-type things post.The hood of the truck is cold against Tyler's chest as he presses against it, soft whuffling coming from behind him as one of Blanco's tongues curls around his leg. Spreading himself further to allow Blanco easier access to his ass, Tyler whines softly as the tongue sliding up his leg totally bypasses his ass to move across his hip and over his stomach.
"Blanco, please--" The words fall from Tyler's lips as he presses back, needing Blanco inside him.
The tongue continues to caress his stomach, light and careful, as a second moves over his ass, finally pressing inside, finally filling him and finally, finally, completing him.
Title: Mate
Fandom: Tremors
Pairing: Tyler/El Blanco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 215
Summary: In which Blanco thinks about his mate...
Notes: Written for
realpestilence's request on my drabble-type things post.He can smell Mate as he comes out from the ground, the warmth hitting his skin. Mate is close but not close enough, so the dirt parts before him and carries him through the desert. The rumbling of metal is permeating the soil and when he comes back up he can hear the sound of food, their calls overlapping with Mate's voice.
He hears the words, even understands some of them. Graboid is what they call him, Blanco is what they've named him. It's not his name, not his real one, but it is the name that comes from Mate's lips as Mate's hands run over his hide, the name Blanco has accepted for himself.
He can hear Mate talking to the food, telling them about him and about how lucky they are that Blanco's decided to make an appearance today. The food sounds excited, chittering and loud, and he thinks that, even if they didn't move, he could pinpoint where they were just from that. But he won't. Mate is there, and Mate is never happy when Blanco eats the food that Mate brings into the desert in his metal mover. And Blanco likes it when Mate is happy. Because Mate is Blanco's, and that's the way it should be.
