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[tinydefector]

MTMTE headcanons

Some of the headcanons I have for when I write stuff for the characters. So enjoy the silly little things I think about while writing these guys

Warnings: some have nsfw content in them

Words count: 3K

The Scientist 

- Perceptor and Brainstorm regularly have intense debates over various sci-fi shows and movies while working. 

- Rewind is secretly a formidable DJ and often Swerve has him doing music playlist for the bar. 

- Brainstorm insists on demonstrating his latest inventions at weekly crew meetings. Most of his devices are useless or end up causing minor disasters, to the annoyance of Ultra Magnus, it has resulted in multiple new rules being made . 

- Rewind is making a documentary about life on the Lost Light. Nobody realised until he released the "behind the scenes" cut that has Magnus and Megatron both drivking energon, “I hate this crew so much” Magnus huffs, “would you rather starscream?”.

- Rewind has amassed a huge secret stash of rare historical films, songs, and books that he pirates from other planets if its stuff he himself hasn't recorded. He'll only share them if you trade rare datafiles with him. 

- Brainstorm's experiments have caused more than one shipwide malfunction or strange phenomenon. Which resulted in having to contain the humans on board after realising it affected their skin in a way that the scent made The bots extremely horny. 

Cyclonus and Tailgate 

- Cyclonus is generally stoic but has a secret sweet tooth. He can often be found sneaking snacks when he thinks no one is looking. 

- Cyclonus has accumulated a giant collection of tiny earth souvenirs for tailgate but will never admit where they come from. 

- Cyclonus indulges Tailgate's interests just to spend time with him, 

-Cyclonus has taken to meditating in the engine room with drift to get away from the daily chaos. UnfortunatelyWhirl joins them every time to "help him find his inner peace" which mostly involves strange noises and objects flying by.

-Tailgate has become convinced the Lost Light is haunted after a prank goes wrong. Now he drags Cyclonus along on nightly "ghost hunts" which mostly consist of jumping at shadows. 

- Tailgate gets very excited about trying new types of energon goodies and treats he finds on other planets. Cyclonus has to gently remind him to pace himself so he doesn't get a tank ache. 

- Thanks to his small size, Tailgate can easily squeeze into small spaces to repair things or retrieve lost items. Unfortunately he sometimes gets stuck and needs help wiggling back out which has led to some rather spicy times for himself and Cyclonus. Occasionally Whirl. 

- Tailgate is an awful shot with firearms but tries to practise constantly. The other bots have to avoid being in the line of fire during his "target practice sessions."

- Tailgate tries so hard to act tough that he sometimes comes across more adorable than intimidating. The other bots try not to laugh...most of the time.

- Tailgate has become obsessed with human paranormal investigation shows. He tries to convince everyone to do a seance in the lower cargo decks and engine room, he forgot the sparkeater was down there. 

- Tailgate loves watching old earth movies with the human crew. Rewind is always happy to supply new films from his extensive archives or record them from the humans Movie, Usb and harddrive stashes. 

Ratchet & Drift

-Drift and Ratchet have started a betting pool on how long it will take for Rodimus and Magnus to get in a screaming match this time. Ratchet always wins, Drift enjoys it. 

-Drift is somehow the richest bot on the Lost Light from his days as Deadlock, he doesn't use his shanix on himself and only spends it on people he cares for. 

- Drift meditates regularly and has tried to introduce the crew to Earth wellness practices like yoga, much to their bafflement. He enjoys practising with the human members of the ship.

- Drift meditates for hours in the cargo bay and tries to spread his philosophy of peace. It doesn't always work on this crew of hassling madmen but he does try.

- Drift meditates frequently to find his inner calm. It's one of the only things that allows him to tolerate Rodimus' antics for so long without having a breakdown over the speedster endangering himself.

-asides from Rung *cough Primus cough* Drift is one the oldest member of the crew who wasn't statused, but no one can tell due to how well he looks after himself now, but Ratchet knows how bad he used to look. 

- Ratchet has a comm channel blocked nearly every night to "discuss medical matters” it's his line to bitch talk with Rung. 

- Ratchet has a secret ship called the "USS Nail-Him-To-The-Berth", which is a small shuttle solely used to stealthily transport Drift to remote planets for romantic getaways. Drift jokingly added captain's stripes to his arms without telling him, drift was in fact the one who brought him said ship as a job gift.

- Ratchet having a secret collection of badly written medical holodramas he'll never admit to enjoying. Claims it's just for "research." But many nights you can find him, Drift and Rodimus curled up together watching them.

 

- Ratchet grumbles about why he signed up to be a doctor for a ship full of unruly idiots but deep down he cares about them all. Even Whirl...sometimes.

- Ratchet has banned Brainstorm from the medical bay after one too many experiment explosions. Now he has to do checkups in the hallway.

Megaton 

- Whenever he's frustrated, Megatron mutters to himself in ancient Cybetronian. Unfortunately, a lot of the curses and insults have been lost to time so they just sound silly now to some of the younger bots, it nearly makes Rung freeze up hearing the old text.

-Megatron has stowed away in one of the escape pods when things get too much. He leaves a note saying he needed a break, and he tries to make himself as small as he can inside the pod. 

- Megatron has started joining Swerve at the bar after shift and they've developed a genuine friendship, though Megatron still pretends he finds Swerve annoying. 

- Megatron has developed a secret hobby of arranging tiny furniture and scenes inside empty energon cubes. He claims it helps him relax. Eventually some of the humans ask him to help with arranging their own furniture 

- Megatron has a secret hobby where he writes romance novels under a pen name. He's actually quite the romantic,  quite a few bots have read his work but he rather keep it under a pen name these days after the works he used to publish. 

- Megatron has taken to leaving sticky notes reminding Rodimus of the task he has to do. It doesn't always work but it has gotten Rodimus to remember a few things. 

- Megatron writes "broadly, deeply philosophical" in his captain's log, then spends an hour ranting about the merits of proper temporal coordinates and in the end both he and Ultra Magnus tend to both have rants over how bad Rodimus’ spelling is. 

-megatron always gets roped into babysitting whatever wild creatures Whirl and Rodimus find/rescue that week. On many occasions the humans have been left in his care against his pleads. 

- Megatron has started a small garden on one of the observation decks and finds the meticulous care of plants to be a calming hobby, it had become the food score for many of the humans on board and they are rather grateful to him for the hobby. 

- During movie nights, Megatron always ends up with either (Rodimus or insert) falling asleep on his lap. 

Skids

- Skids is clueless about his own strength and accidentally breaks things all the time like datapads or fuel cubes. He apologises profusely each time.

- skids gets way too invested in holodramas and movies, and yells at characters' bad decisions. The others gently tease him for it.

- skids tried exotic new fuel mixes in the hab suite's energon dispenser that usually end up glitching it. Swerve has to come and fix it. 

- His favourite Earth movie is The Fast and the Furious because he loves seeing high-speed races, but he can never remember the characters' names. 

- He once tried to make cybertronian energon goodies for humans and ended up nearly giving one of them food poisoning, Ratchet had to inform him humans can't consume energon.

- Skids volunteers to test out new gadgets from Brainstorm but often ends up as an unwilling test subject when things go wrong. He's developed a strange immunity to most sedatives at this point.

 

- Skids loves catching up on gossip and can always be counted on to have the latest gossip. He just may not always get all the details right…

Ultra Magnus/ Minimus Ambus 

- Magnus takes Rodimus' jokes and antics way too seriously and has trouble understanding sarcasm or joking around sometimes.

- He has an extensive collection of data pads cataloguing Cybertronian laws and regulations. He reads them for fun in his spare time. 

- Magnus gets distracted while trying to scold Rodimus because he's also trying to find the words to express how disappointed he is. 

- Whenever the Lost Light encounters something unknown, Magnus volunteers to write the official first contact report in excruciating detail, complete with footnotes and bibliography, most times he also needs the input from others to help with making decent impressions. 

- Despite his stern demeanour, Magnus has been known to crack a dad joke or two when he thinks no one is listening, it starts happening more often when Megatron and he are working together. 

- In a desperate attempt to loosen up, Magnus once joined Tailgate and Cyclonus for a night of drinking. He got absolutely overcharged and started doing karaoke. It is now part of Rewind's collection of Rare footage. 

- Deep down, he's a softy for romantic holodramas. 

- Somehow Minimus Ambus accumulates a massive collection of tiny human souvenirs like shot glasses and snow globes that he treasures. He meticulously dusts each one weekly. 

- In recharging moments, Ultra Magnus mutters equations and legal codes. His docking clamp also twitches in alignment with Enforcer protocols it's another rare thing that only (Megatron/ Human insert) know about. 

- Ultra Magnus has memorised and could recite the entire Great Charter of the Functionalists as it was something he did study mainly for knowledge. 

- Ultra Magnus has hidden photos of Rodimus doing ridiculous dances and lip sync battles with humans when he thinks no one is watching Proud Dad™️. 

Rung

- Rungs office is soundproof but sometimes Megatron or Rodimus can still hear him having meltdowns after appointments with certain patients. 

- Rung has a very rare high grade collection, some of the cubes are older than bots on the ship. 

- Old war stories give Rung flashbacks, and most times he has to walk away so he doesn't try and correct people on events he was present for. 

- Deep down Rung is a bit of a gearhead and loves helping Brainstorm in the lab, but don't tell anyone - it's his little secret joy.

-To help decompress after long therapy sessions, Rung knits tiny sweaters for all the human's onboard the Lost Light. Even made oen for Miminus, as other botss find out they start asking for small requested pieces from him. 

- The other bots have a gambling pool going on about how long it will take Rung to get fed up with Rodimus' antics and throw something at him. So far no one has won. 

- Rung had an impossible time getting anyone to show up for their therapy sessions until Megatron joined, now he seems to have a Very steady flow of patients, many with Ptsd. 

- Rung has redecorated his room with alien silk cushions and incense burning meditations pods. Crew members often visit just to relax and vent about ship problems.

-Rung never truly stopped being primus. It's just after so many millions of years, he's tired and he'd rather if people could just forget. His biggest fear is that one day he might turn out just like Unicron. 

Whirl

-Whirl is always stealing Rodimus' energon drinks and mixing them with high grade. Rodimus gets plastered and wakes up in weird places without remembering how he got there. 

- Whirl loves to sneak up on Tailgate and startle him for laughs. Cyclonus threatens Whirl with dismemberment if he doesn't knock it off. 

- Whirl starts an underground gambling pool for betting on who will be the next couple to get together. Nautica and Velocity are currently the frontrunners followed closely by (insert and Bot of choice).

- He snuck into Megatron's quarters on the Lost Light and messed with all his decor, moving furniture around and putting self-portraits of himself on the walls. To this day no one knows if Megatron has noticed and why nothing was said if he had.

- Whirl hacked the shipwide intercom to play love songs on repeat for a week straight. He claimed it was for "motivational purposes" but many bots suspected he was just bored.

- No one can prove it was him, but after one of Tailgate's game nights someone released glitter bombs all over the ship that took days to fully clean up. Suspicion fell on Whirl, it was in fact Tailgate who had gotten Whirl to make it for him. 

-Whirl accidentally joining every single one of Tailgate's hobby clubs and getting waaay to into each one, to the little bot's surprise. No one knows how to tell him he's in the sewing circle by mistake. 

- Whirl hits on everything that moves, despite constant rejections. He took getting thrown in the brig by security as a good sign once. 

- Whirl talks a big game and seems chaotic, but he is actually the most mature when it comes to looking after children. When one of the humans on board had a baby he became rather protective of them and their child. It also transfers over with sparklings (if/when) they are on the ship, he and Megatron are dubbed the babysitters. 

Swerve

- Constantly redecorating the bar to try out new lighting/theme ideas. One day it's a tiki bar, next it's a speakeasy. 

- Always bugging the other bots to join in games and activities at the bar. Usually ends up being the only one participating in crafts or dance contests. 

- Clumsy and easily startled. Accidentally breaks something in the bar at least once a week through spills or failed dance moves. 

- he Makes crazy custom drinks with wild synthetic engex concoctions. Often leads to strange/funny reactions in customers. 

- Endless list of nicknames for all the other crews. Brainstorm is "Sciencebot", Rodimus is "Hotshot", etc. Loves giving codenames. 

- Secretly a shipper and enjoys gossiping about who he thinks is into who. Always trying to play matchmaker between crewmates with whirl. 

- His favourite game to play at the bar is "Who Would You Rather?" and he always chooses the wildest, most inappropriate options to get a rise out of people, he loves hassling the humans over their strange biology. 

- Swerve is secretly hoping Megatron will one day ask him to be his personal assistant. He has the whole job role planned out because Megatron would make the best security guard. Swerve's bar fights would become such a problem that Megatron would consider said roll. 

- Swerve is convinced he's going to open the best bar/restaurant in the galaxy someday. He experiments with new fuel and engex recipes in the ship's improvised kitchen to the dismay of Ultra Magnus. 

- Swerve's bar gets rowdier each week as new engex flavours are tested. Merchandise bets and wild stories are the norm. 

- Swerve refuses to let Megatron stay in his bar without paying his tab in full first. But over time he starts handing off drinks to the old war lord.

Rodimus 

- Rodimus is constantly coming up with ridiculous dares to try and get Magnus to lighten up. So far he's had one of his human companions shot whipped cream at the enforcer before they bolted". 

- Rodimus is banned from the ship's engines after the sparkeater incident, mainly for his own safety. 

- Rodimus gets distracted easily during conversations and often trails off its Megatron who's the one who realises it and gets him a large figure toy so he can keep occupied while in meetings. 

- He doodles elaborate designs for new finish styles and ship paint jobs during important briefings and lectures, much to Ultra Magnus' chagrin. Megatron tells Magnus to ignore it because it's one of the only ways Rodimus seems to take in what is being said to him. 

- His habsuite is constantly a mess of strewn tools, parts, paint and upgrades. Drift tries to tidy it and just gives up. 

- Has started using ridiculous Earth slang he doesn't fully understand like "groovy" and "far out" just to get laughs. Drives Ultra Magnus nuts, the humans find it rather amusing watching him use it in the wrong terms. 

- Secretly loves 80s hair metal music but would never admit it. But he loves listening to it in his habsuite while working on things, he loves human music alot. 

- He tries desperately to be the cool, laid back leader but is constantly stressed and awkward. Inside he's a nervous wreck, worried that no matter what he does he's living in Optimus' shadow as a prime. 

- Rodimus stays up late watching Earth romcom movies and serial melodramas to get leadership tips, but mostly just ends up confused, he loves cuddling with (insert) as they explain the plot for him to make it slightly easier for him to understand. 

- He compulsively taps his pedes when anxious and doesn't realise he's doing it. Megatron is the one who normally send him away knowing that the more tapping the less Rodimus is listening when he's in this state. 

- His favourite Earth beverage is monster energy drinks, which the humans find rather amusing. (Energy Fluid au, he takes one mouthful and nearly spits it back out. “WHY ARE YOU ALL DRINKING TRANSFLUID!?!?” it leads to a lot of discoveries with *human insert*) He hassles them a lot with the promise of their favourite drink, no this dirty pervert instead just fills cups with transfluid and tells them that he has his own secret stash of monsters. As it gets around alot more bots start to get rather interested in how the humans had a drink that was pretty much the flavour of their transfluid. 

[archie-sunshine]

So anyway i started transforming I'm still getting used to drawing robots instead of humans, so please leave any feedback or comments that might help!!

[favesgrave]

For the character thing: Swerve

First impression: I thought he was a little weird, but that can describe pretty much anyone on the Lost Light. He was a funny little guy

Impression now: Still a funny little guy! But there's a lot more to him than that. You could say more than meets the eye. I can even relate to him a little bit.

Favorite moment: I liked when everyone found him on the sit-com Earth he created and he opened up a bit. A close second is during Dark Cybertron (I think???) when Optimus shows up and Swerve tells him that he turned his distress signal into a ring tone.

Idea for a story: It would take place after canon. Swerve still has one bar open, so I like to imagine that he throws together a little reunion with the Lost Light crew. It's not quite the same since they're missing some people (Ratchet, Skids, Rung, etc.) but they're all together. They laugh, they cry, and it becomes an annual thing.

Unpopular opinion: I don't think I have one of those

Favorite relationship: Not entirely sure! I'm rereading MTMTE right now to brush up on the story since I forgot some of it. I really like the Swerve and Skids friendship

Favorite headcanon: I don't think I have one of these either. I don't make headcanons a lot but I should because they're fun

[ihatebrainstorm]

[New Years]

Be firework safe! But also just don't let Whirl set up fireworks

[cyber-rivet]

Hehe he. Local older butch lesbians traumatize younger gays.

[noritaro]

lulu is such a genius...

[grimlock]

i always thought swerve's head looked like a lego

[fernacular]

A scandelous rumer is about on the Lost Light!

An homage to Norman Rockwell’s “The Gossips” 

[whaalless]

Pilk addicted robot

[bakllori]

✨

[purgatorys-parade]

bonus points !

if u understand the reference in overlord image.

[tinydefector]

tipping for Drinks

Swerve x Human Reader

Warnings: smut, oral Male receiving, public sex. Getting caught, Drink play?

Word count: 2k

Hehehe, another piece for the Energy drink AU and who is best for it, but the resident bar keep.

Request and ask open, read pinned post

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Small human hands sneak out from under Swerve’s bar. Slapping his aft before quickly retreating. A laugh comes from on the shelfs when the shock washes across his face plate. Swerve gives a theatrical start, jumping back as if physically surprised by the mischievous slap. He glances behind himself, trying vainly to see over his own shoulder plating.

 "Why you little ankle-biter! I'll have you know this fine frame is meant for admiring, not manhandling." His vocalizer produces an exaggerated huff of indignation, but even as he speaks his optic ridges are rising high on his forehead in bemusement. 

Reaching into the shelves, he draws out the human's figure wriggling with mirth. "Aha! Caught you at last, you scamp." But there is no reprimand in his tone - only affection. "And just what brings you skulking about down here, eh? Up to no good as usual, I'd wager." 

One digit comes up to gently boop their nose. "Well, run along then. Some of us have an establishment to keep in working order." humming with warmth in his voice. This curious little organic has stolen a place in his metal heart.

They laugh while looking up at him. "Wanted to drop by and see my favourite bartender" they hum while pressing a kiss to his nose ridge.

Swerve smiles softly at them in a charming response. "Awww, and I'm always glad for your company, you swift little scoundrel." He turns his head just slightly, pressing the edge of his nasal ridge gently against their kiss in a show of gentle affection. He moves to press a kiss of his own to their nose. 

"But you know the rules - no fraternising with the clientele while I'm on the clock." His tone is light, teasing and radiating fondness. Bringing the human up closer, he gives them another quick kiss. "Off you go then, I'll find you after my shift. Maybe we can share some of that high-grade and vintage Moscato I've been saving just for you" 

With immense care, he sets them down on the bartop. "Now scat! Shoo! I've patrons to attend to." But his chuckling gives away his lack of real reprimand. They whine softly and pout at the bot. "But Swerve it's so boring, please can I stay I promise I'll stay out if sight"

Swerve gives a long-suffering sigh, his engines puttering gently in a mimicry of a human equivalent. "Oh no, don't give me that look. You know I can't say no to those big optics of yours." A quick scan reassures him that his patrons are occupied for the moment, and half of them don't really care that Swerve had his lover there, it was only Ultra Magnus who didn't want the Humans in the bar. Leaning in conspiratorially, he lowers his vocalizer. "Alright, you can stay. But!" He holds up an admonishing finger. "No more troublemaking, you hear? And stay out of sight. can't have the bigwig Magnus at my intake cause you snuck in here” 

His field sparks with amusement. "Now scurry along, find a nice cosy spot under the bar. I'll bring you a little something” With care, he lifts the human once more and deposits them safely out of sight. "You stay put now. I've got customers to tend to!" And with a last playful wink, he straightens and returns to his duties, but inside his spark continues to glow with the joy this unexpected companion has brought.

They hum contently sitting there watching swerve as the minibot continues serving customers. Swerve gets back to work, though one optic always seems to stray back to the little glimpse he can catch of his tiny companion settled snugly below. His movements take on a bit more vigour and flair as he mixes and serves, field pulsing with good cheer. They softly chat with each other when the bar is unoccupied. His jokes and banter flow freely for the patrons and his little lover, putting them at ease. 

Throughout it all he keeps a careful sensor filtered below, ensuring his little stowaway remains safe and content. A few choice treats find their way discreetly under the bar as rewards for good behaviour. His spark swells with affection as they thank me before sitting back. 

It's not until small hands are hooking into his hip plating, pulling him closer that he looks down to see them looking up at him with a smile. They press a finger to their lips in a 'shhh' motion. Swerve gives a start as small hands find unexpected purchase on his plating. Glancing down, intakes hitches at the adoring smile and conspiratorial motion from his hidden companion. 

His field flushes with warmth and surprise, but also fond tenderness. "Now now, none of that while I'm on the job," he whispers, but makes no move to dislodge their gentle grip. 

One hand comes to rest gently atop theirs. "Be patient, my little scamp. The shift’s over soon." His plating shifts subtlety underneath their touch. 

"Swerve please" they call out, hands gripping into the ridges of plating. Hand running down the interface plating. "I'll be good i promise, won't make a peak" they state.

Swerve lets out a soft groan at the insistent plea, their grip is deliciously distracting. His optics dart around furtively making nothing amiss in the bar, no one seemed to play much attention to what was going up on the other side of the bar. 

Against his better judgement, he allows small servos to grasp his plating, pulling him closer. "Oh alright, you win," he mutters, hardly daring to believe his own words. Carefully he manoeuvres to peer below once more, spark pulsing wildly at the adoring face so close to his own. One digit comes to caress their cheek so gently. "But you must be very, very quiet," he cautions in a hushed tone. "Can you do that for me, sweet thing?" Giving an eager nod to his lover, he shifts position. 

Plating stretches wide to accept eager human hands, interface panel peeling back just enough. His fans kick on at the first delicate stroke of their hands against the braided cables the soft optic fibres glow under their hands. The mixed feeling of the different metals, textures and light shapes is so enticing to them, throaty gasp swallowed down. Pleasure sings through his circuits even as charges build, looking to find release.

Swerves optics dart around furtively, putting on a smile and wave whenever a patron catches his gaze. But his true focus remains fixed below. Their secret tryst continues in hushed whispers and trembling plating, fear, adrenaline and excitement mingling into one.

Their hands are quick to wrap around him, Lips kissing up his length, run their hands up and down before their lips wrap around the tip, the metal is warm and rather pliable, a soft remnant of a taste lingers against their tongue. Eyes flicking up to watch Swerve slightly shocked at the sweetness and nostalgia taste. 

Swerve bites back a choked cry as hot, wet perfection engulfs his node. His plating puffs out, armour flaring at the sheer overwhelm of sensation of such a warm and wet mouth. Only vorns of experience poker faces keep his practised grin glued in place as he pours another round of high grade for Rodimus who chats away as he takes drinks over to his seat. 

Through it all his optics remain locked with those gazing forward. He cycles hard in an effort to reign in his vocalizer, mute whimpers and gasps behind tightly clenched dental plating are hidden behind the bustle of the bar. Pleasure spirals through circuits already worn thin by work and want. He could feel himself tipping over the edge. 

But he holds on, prolonging for as long as he physically could. Only when he feels the tingle his overload building up does he dare speak once more in a guttural murmur. "So good for me. My sweet, so perfect.". Swerve freezes in place, drink hovering halfway to a patron's outstretched hand. 

His plating flares and rattles as They take him deeper, one of their hands slowly moving down to press against his valve. Soft hum vibrates through their chest as they bob their head, Swerve's free servo slowly guiding when he wasn't serving drinks. Their talented fingers find hidden sensor clusters. A high keen tears from his vocalizer before he can throttle it, frame sagging against the bar for desperately needed support. His half-glazed optics plead for forgiveness from startled customers. 

"Apologies, folks...seems this engex went straight to my helm!" The chuckle is strained, concealing is lost cause. But his companion's touch shows no signs of stopping, intensifying instead into a delicate rhythm that winds him higher with each pass. His free servo grasps at the bar edge, his Field screams in desperation even as hips tilt into their gifted pleasure, 

 so close now, so very close… 

Their fingers continue thrusting in and out as they suck harder, taking more of him into their mouth trying to force him into overload Daring digits stroke sensor clusters in just the right rhythm to break him, peeling back layer after layer of static-laced pleasure until he cannot stand it any longer. They eagerly continued trying to make the mini bot release, chasing that sweet taste that lingers against the metal and fibre optic lines. Swerve trembles violently as coiling heat builds to an unbearable crescendo. His attempts to warn or plead dissolve into a continuous whine that grows louder by the moment. 

With a final frantic buck of his hips, overload tears through his systems in an explosion of euphoria. His field blazes with ecstasy as transfluid surges from his spike in thick pulses, being swallowed down greedily by his little lover. Bliss leaves him utterly limp, sagging heavily against the bar top. Coolant pours from his seams, vents heaving to shake off the last tremors wracking his frame. 

they pull away to look up at Swerve,their lips are back on his spike in an instant, lapping up the reminder of his transfluid. They hadn't expected it to taste so nice, but each lap had them eagerly moving to Swerve's valve, drinking in as much of him as they physically can. 

Only then does he dare online dimmed optics, peering down at his cherished partner in a haze of carnal bliss and deep affection. A shaking servo gently strokes their hair. 

Swerve moans softly as each stray drop of transfluid is diligently lapped away. Their enthusiasm sends aftershocks tingling through already sensitive nodes, dragging out the last line of ecstasy. 

"A-as wonderful as that feels, sweet thing, please I'm going to make a scene." Reluctantly he seals his panels once more. "What say you we close up early, hm? Find a more private locale for continuing our fun." He whispers, optics frantically looking around before he pulls them out of hiding. “Alright Bars closed! Skids can you close up for me!” he calls out over his shoulder, plating quickly making his way out of the bar. 

 "You taste really good" they state looking up at his optics again. It took a little but it finally clicked in their brain. He tasted like the V raspberry lemonade. They sit against his chassis as he quickly moves though the ship, they are stunned over the discovery. "Why does it taste like raspberry lemonade?" They ask quietly. Swerve cocks his head, regarding their confusion with gentle curiosity. "Does it now? Heh, strange. I never thought to analyse the taste. Not really something Cybertronians drink sweetspark" 

It's not until much later Swerve gets a message from Rodimus teasing him. 

-Quite the show you put on. 

Swerve sputters and cycles his optics in disbelief as Rodimus' message on his HUD. his servo rest lightly over his sleeping partner's body. 

- it's not what it looked like! 

His plating puffs out in a rattle of embarrassment and mild indignation, that of all bots who caught him it was the one more likely to gossip.

-Relax, mini-bot. Just giving you a hard time. Gotta respect that level of multitasking! You did, so… what was it like?

Swerve groans, visor dimming. As he pinches his nasal ridge 

“Primus I'm never gonna live this down..” he grumbles to himself.  

-Rodimus some things are private! 

[archie-sunshine]

I’m almost finished the MTMTE comics!!!! I’m so scared of what’s gonna happen in the last 6 issues, but I’m also SO excited. NO SPOILERS PLEASE!!!

Anyhow, here’s some doodles I did during my lecture

[luluvalu]

Pocky day

[ihatebrainstorm]

[It's Just a Theory!]

Just a simple theoretical discussion ^v^

Wanted to see what he would sound like with MatPat's voice then got. just a tinyyy bit carried away..........