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God i love the bulkjack drawing!

Would it be okay to ask for Swerve too? You don't have to draw him tho. Not sure if theres a limit for requests

when you're in a mental health crisis but you gotta work your 9-5

(i'm happy you liked my bulkjack drawing!!!!! my "rule" about requests is that, like, unless it's a ship, i want characters one at a time. For my sanity and I don't wanna get burnt out too quick. If more than one character is requested and it's not presented as a ship, i'm picking who i want.)

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Bbgirl,,,

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Yapper x yapper for swerve? Or him getting smooches? If you wanna!!

Anything for you, Ren 😘 We love a good yapper x yapper

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I like the idea of him having really sad eyes under his visor

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*Yapyapyap*

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swerve doodle based off that one tfa image of him (pic under cut)

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Swerve my girl!!!!

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Hand drawings from a few days ago

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If there's anything better than Swerve, it's Swerve with kitties <3

(I just hit 5K followers on Instagram, so I made this for an Artist Support post there ^^ Thank you so much for your support!)

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Swerve redraw!!! yerp

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Ilu swerve pls don’t die

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It’s Swervin’ Time!! Swerve, the worst shot who serves the best shots <3

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professional yapper

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can we get more swerve? Your writing made me obsessed with him 😭😭😭

ps. Love your writing and hope you are always well❣️❣️❣️

Sure and thank you! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Lose Control Pt 9

Swerve x Reader

• Propping yourself up on your elbows when he just groans against your belly and it takes you a moment to figure out the problem, seeing the faintly glowing stuff trickling down his inner thigh from between the seams in his plating. Oh. Warming at his obvious embarrassment, you sit up and cup his face in your hands. Making him lift his head so you can brush a kiss against his helm.

• Mortified and so thankful as you pretend not to notice, as your mouth brushes his. Making him more determined to prove he can do better. Can please you and you’ll choose him. Want him. “Finish stripping for me?” He asks, voice gruff with embarrassment as he hooks a servo against the hem of your pants. Hoping he hasn’t ruined this already.

• Hooking your thumbs in the hem of your pants and underwear, you shimmy them down your hips. Laughing when he tries to help, dragging you toward him while trying to tug them off of you. “I give up. Let’s pretend this never happened and try again tomorrow,” he groans, face in his hands. Kicking your pants and underwear away you grab his wrists and pulls his hands away from his face.

• “I’m not complaining,” you say and you’re smiling when he risks a look. And you’re naked for him, still willing. Somehow he’s not scared you off? “Share with the class?” You ask, lifting your leg to brush your soft foot against the plating hiding his spike. Trembling at the barely there touch, he shifts his plating, spike jutting and biolights pulsing. Expression wicked, you brush your toes up the underside of his spike and his hips buck, the head of his spike beading with slick. Hurting to be inside you and he wonders what you’re thinking. If you’re disappointed, wishing he was a bigger bot.

• “Can I touch you?” He asks, voice almost a whine as he shudders slightly, servos wrapping around his spike, stroking himself. “I need to touch you.” And he’s not waiting on your answer, startling you as he kneels and grips your thighs. Pulling your lower body up with casual strength and then his mouth is on you. Legs bending at the knees, he’s got your belly against his chassis, your upper body dangling as his glossa strokes against you. Tunnels inside you. And there’s no way to really brace yourself, feeling the blood rushing to your head to make everything more intense. Feel something brush your cheek, the head of his spike leaving a damp trail against you. Bracing a hand on his thigh the best you can, you reach to grip him, hear him groan against you as your head turns to brush your mouth against his spike.

• Hips rocking slightly at the feel of your mouth on him, he growls against your slick flesh, glossa curling inside you. Tasting you. Feeling your soft fingers playing with his spike as you buck in his grip to make his servos flex against you. Whining when your soft mouth slides against the head of his spike. Wet heat engulfing him, your tongue sliding over him. One of your legs kicking as your palm slides on his thigh and you’re perfect. “Fragging keeping you,” he groans, words muffled against you.

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Swerve you stupid slut stop holding them like that. your making me think things.