#swerve x reader

[pinkanonwrites]

Always Tip Your Bartender

MTMTE Swerve/Human Reader, 2000 words, GN Reader, Valveplug, Oral, Begging

I finally stopped procrastinating on this and I'm so glad I did cause I really enjoy it. Here's Swerve getting his spike sucked AND his valve ate as a treat.

Primus, you were going to kill him. Or break up with him, which would pretty much accomplish the same thing cause Swerve didn't really know how he would live without you. 

Either way, he was dead. And he had no one to blame but himself.

The evening had been going so well. You'd always insisted how much you enjoyed watching him work, and he was more than happy to have you sitting at the edge of the bar, dangling your feet off the side and chatting with whatever bot occupied the nearest barstool as he flitted around taking orders and refilling drinks. Whenever he'd brush past you'd hit him with that brilliant smile, the one that made him go all weak in the processor and wobbly in the knee joints, before playfully waving him off, insisting he gets back to work. 

Was it incredibly distracting? Yes. 

Had he broken several glasses while admiring you? Also yes. 

Would he ever want you to stop? Not in a billion cycles.

But tonight had been particularly busy, and maybe Swerve hadn't been able to give you quite as much attention between orders as he usually had. A concept that had completely slipped his mind until the moment Whirl raised a single claw and pointed you out across the bar.

"Don't look now, Chatterbot. But I think Fizzle over there's making a move on your fleshy!"

Spinning on his heel, there was a tight clench in Swerve's tanks when his optics landed on you. Fizzle stood, drink in servo and elbow strut propped on the bar, leaning more than a little bit too close into your personal space. Every time you seemed to shuffle back he moved closer, and though Swerve wasn't the best at reading lips he could tell by the furrow for your brow and crinkle of your nose that you were not enjoying the conversation at hand. He tossed the tray he was holding onto Whirl's table and ducked through the crowd, dodging flailing elbows of dancing patrons as he hurried back to your side.

As he neared, the drone of chatter and thumping music gave away enough that he could finally begin to pick up snippets of your conversation.

"I mean, everybody's curious!" Fizzle slurred, identifiably sloshed just by the way he spoke. "Just cause you don't hear bots talking about it doesn't mean we're not all thinking it."

"Look, dude, I'm not really comfortable with you asking about-"

"So how's it work, huh? Barely the size of a mini-con and you can still get spiked down by one of us? Swerve's kinda puny, yeah, but he's like twice your size! Got a real greedy little valve, don't y-HGGK!?!"

The next thing Swerve knew, Fizzle was laid out flat on his back at the edge of the dance floor. It took the sudden, hushed stares of the surrounding patrons and the sting of his knuckles before Swerve realized that the one who had punched the words out of Fizzle's slimy, inconsiderate intake was him. 

"Swerve!"

Oh Primus. You did not sound happy.

"I was- he'd just-" He stammered, making aborted hand gestures in between you and himself and the 'not unconscious but fairly woozy' Fizzle. "I don't, uh, he uh, really shouldn't be talking like that."

You hopped down from the bar and stalked over to him, gripping the edge of his forearm plating with an unexpected force and tugging him in the direction of the storeroom. He could have resisted you, if he wanted to. But he let himself be led away instead, pedes scuffing and dermas trembling as you tugged him along. The rolling din of the bar began to pick up again as you moved away, and Swerve could swear he heard Whirl yell something sarcastically supportive over the rumble of the crowd. A sound that was quickly cut off with the resounding metal slam of the storage room door.

“Um… H-Hi, sweetspark. Angel. Light of my life.”

“Get down here.” You snapped your fingers, pointing to the ground. Swerve slowly took a knee.

“Look, about Fizzle. I’m sorry, okay! I know I shouldn’t have hit him like that, I just couldn’t let- MMPFH?!~”

But before he could finish his desperate apology your lips were meeting his own, fingertips gripping and caressing the sides of his helm and brushing a ticklish trail along his armor. Your tongue lathed across the seam of his dermas and he couldn't help but open his intake to you, servo falling instinctively into the curve of your spine as you deepened the kiss. He let out a low, needy rumble of his engine when you began to pull away and you chuckled.

“Whu… Whuh?” He managed to force out, his processor still halfway caught between the realization that you weren't actually mad at him.

“I can't believe you actually punched him. In the face. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”

“So you're not- mmfh,~” His train of thought was only slightly interrupted by you pressing another wet kiss to his dermas. “Not mad?”

“Why would I be mad? He deserved it. Plus, I got to see my big, strong bot standing up for my honor.~”

“Ohhhh, thank Primus.” Swerve slumped his helm into the crook of your neck and let out a relieved groan, half from his own emotions and half from the pleasant tickle of your little fingers toying with the exposed cabling just beneath his helm. You had put a foot up on the bend of his thigh in order to reach him properly, and his servo gave your butt a soft squeeze when it came up to support you. “Thought you were gonna tear into me back here, to be honest.”

“Aww, did I worry you?” You pressed another fluttering kiss to the curve of his jaw. “And here I was thinking I should be giving you a reward instead.” He shivered as your lips traced just below his audial. A familiar clang and a muffled curse reverberated from Swerve, the unmistakable sounds of his spike pressurizing behind its panels. “That sounds like a yes?”

“Hoo yeah. Absolutely. Yes please. Whatever you want, sweetspark.”

“Wanna say yes a few more times?” You joked, sliding from his grasp and sinking slowly to your knees in front of Swerve’s modesty panel. As your fingers traced over his Autobrand the panels snapped back with a snikt and his chubby spike pressurized eagerly into your hands.

“Do you need me to?” He babbled through a wobbly grin. “Cause I will! I'll say whatever you want me to say if it'll keep your hands on me.” 

“...Y’know what? Yeah. I like that. Keep talking for me, baby.”

“Y-Yeah? I can talk all da-AaAaaAayy!?” His words choked off into a glitchy, garbled mess as you teased the underside of his head with the tips of your fingers. “Oh, oh! Mmmhmm, ahh! That’s se-sensitive…”

“I know, baby.” You cooed. Your fingers traced the biolights up the length of his spike before smearing the bead of transfluid at the tip wetly across the head. Swerve’s panels rattled as he shuddered, digits clawing absentmindedly at the door he was braced against to keep his hands from gripping his own spike. “That’s what makes it good though, isn’t it?”

“Mmh! So mean,” A low curl of steam hissed between his dentae.

“You love it.~”

“M-Maybe… Hngh!~” He gasped as you pinched the head between two fingers. “Ah! Ah! O-Okay, I do! I like it! Please, just- Ohhhh…~” He trailed off into another garbled mess as your lips wrapped around the tip, teasing the slit with your tongue. You took as much of his spike into your mouth as you could, stroking the rest in a tight fist as you swallowed around the solid, unrelenting obtrusion. The sharp metallic screech of his fingers gripping the door was only drowned out by his whines and gasps, staticky glitches increasing which each bob of your head. Drool and pre-fluid trickled from the corners of your mouth and down his length, further slicking your hand. When you pulled away with a wet, shaky breath, Swerve thought his spark was going to pop out of his chassis right then and there, valve cycling desperately around nothing as you pressed a slick kiss to the underside of his spike head with a barely audible moan.

“Swerve.” You murmured, your eyes hooded and glossy, your lips still grazing his spike.

“Yes?” He responded, twice as desperate and equally as enamored.

“Spread your legs for me. Push your hips out a little more.”

He let out a low, whimpering groan, widening his stance and pushing his hips out from against the wall. You ducked your head further, keeping a tight hand around his spike as you dragged your tongue up the length of his valve. 

“Ohh!~ Oh, oh that’s- ahhhh, ah, ah!~” Swerve did his best to fight the urge to wriggle, stabilizers shivering with need as you buried your mouth in his plush folds. Each time your nose bumped against his anterior node he let out a hiccuping gasp, transfluid dribbling  from both his tip and his valve as his calipers cycled around your intruding tongue. “It's so soooft, y-your mouth, I can’t- MMH!~ Oh, oh, please I- please make me…”

“You wanna cum?” You murmured, lips still pressed to his valve as you furiously stroked his spike, the rhythmic shlick shlick shlick almost drowned out by Swerve’s whirring fans and desperate whines.

“Yes, yes yes please! P-please, I want it, I want- AHHH!~” His vocalizer pitched up into a staticky howl as you took his node between your lips and sucked, hard. He glitched and wailed, helm thunking back against the door as his spike pulsed again and again in your grip, thick waves of transfluid shooting over your head and splattering against the store room floor. His valve clenched rhythmically, more translucent, pinkish fluid spilling down your chin and neck in kind. Only when he stopped shivering beneath you and fell limply back against the door did you draw away, fighting the prideful smile that tried to crawl across your face at Swerve’s ragged venting and still-flickering visor. You rested your cheek against his plated thigh, stroking the other with the hand no longer cradling his flagging spike. His helm lolled forward a bit, clarity beginning to blink back into his optics as he gazed down at you. Suddenly he let out a sharp gasp, one servo flying to cup the back of your head, digits splayed and feeling around frantically. Then he let out a soft, relieved sigh, the desperate groping of his servo slowing into something absent-minded and soothing.

“Whew. I didn't get any in your hair.” A quiet chuckle slipped through his dermas as he twiddled a bit of your hair between two digits. 

“Got it a few other places though. Not that I'm complaining.” You made a show of wiping your fingers across your chin before drawing them into your mouth and lapping them free of his fluids. He shivered, a delicate blue glow rising to his face plate, split wide in a crooked smile.

“C-careful now, or you might get me all charged up again. Then we’ll be here all night.”

“You’re saying that like you think it'd be a bad thing.” You teased.

“It wouldn't, if I didn't have to get back to work soon…” Swerve trailed off, that gentle glow beginning to rise into a furious blush. “How, uh… How much of that do you think they could hear?”

Beyond the door you could just barely make out a congratulatory cheer in a voice that sounded just a little bit too close to Whirl’s. His celebration seemed to be working up the crowd, and soon a resounding cacophony was echoing through the storeroom door. Swerve’s free servo flew up to cover his face plate, helm clanking back against the door as he let out a humiliated groan.

“Oh Primus. I'm never gonna live this down.”

[bugboioli23]

Hgngnmdnf doodle page! Sorry for not posting much I have no ideas and I feel so uninteresting since I keep drawing Swerve lmao

Tumblr don’t block this pls they’re just enjoying some monster energy nothin to see hereeee

[fiber-optic-alligator]

Hi may i please request swerve trying to be the human liason on the lost light's wimgmech untill they jump grab his shoulders do a pullup and smooch him.

Thank you! Hope your flights arent horrifically delayed.

Thank you for the request, and sorry for how long it took to finally get it out lol! Coincidentally my flights ended up being okay despite the hell I went through to get onto the planes.

I put a lot of thought into this request, and I wasn't entirely sure what you meant with Swerve being the reader's wingmech, so I went down this route. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it's on the shorter side. Thanks again! :D

Wingmech

Pairing: IDW Swerve x Human Liason Reader

Word Count: 2181

Summary: After noticing you are lost in love with an anonymous mech, Swerve decides to help you prepare for going after the secret crush you have.

  Swerve has been watching you for a while now.

  It’s not uncommon for the Lost Light’s crew to focus on you. You are, after all, the only human aboard the Cybertronian exploration ship. Though you’ve been here for months, no bot can help but find you fascinating. And Swerve? Well…he’d never admit it to anyone, but his interest in you goes well beyond mere fascination. Yes, you're small, smaller than even him. Yes, you're soft, and squishy, and adorable, and sometimes he really wants to scoop you up into his arms and kiss you right on the lips after confessing his love-

  Okay. So maybe he has a bit of a crush on you. But that’s all it is! A crush that compels him to  keep tabs on where you go and what you do. He’s learned about you from the various conversations he’s listened to during busy nights. He knows you adore dogs and melt at the sight of cats (What are dogs? What are cats? Like hell he knows. He isn’t particularly caught up on his Earth knowledge). He knows you like to turn in early and wake up late. He knows you aren’t exactly a party person, and sometimes being surrounded by robots three times your size is incredibly overwhelming. And following that little tidbit, he understands you don’t like coming to his bar.

  So why are you here now?

  He’s watching you while he makes drinks. Your little form is tucked away in a corner at one of the smaller tables reserved for minicons, hunched over a notebook, eyes focused on the pages of written material he can’t read. Even when he zooms his optics in, your writing is far too small for him to coherently pick up on from this distance. With one hand propped against your cheek and the other idly tapping a pen against your head, you look far too troubled for someone who’s currently spending time in a place where all troubles are drunken away. It makes him curious and concerned. Why would you, someone who hates large crowds and loud environments, be writing in such a place?

  He needs to get to the bottom of it.

  Now, he knows what someone might say about this: “Swerve, it's none of your business. Swerve, they clearly don’t want to be bothered. Swerve, eavesdropping is bad.”

  Well, you know what he would say to all of that? “I’m a bartender. My business is everyone else’s business. That’s what being a bartender entails.”

  So yeah, he’s snooping. But it’s all for a good cause. Being around you is worth it. He’ll always take the chance to talk to you if he can.

  “Whatcha writing?” he asks when he pops up behind you with surprising stealthiness. You let out a surprised shriek and nearly jump right out of your seat. He barely catches a glimpse of your notebook’s contents before you slam it shut and cover it with your arms.

  “Swerve!” you yell, fleshy human cheeks flushing a wonderful pink color (Oh, how he loves the way you blush like that. He wants to make you do it more). “Don’t scare me like that!”

  “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. You humans make the cutest sounds when you're startled.” He folds his servos behind his back and leans forward a little. “I don’t see you in the bar often. A place like this isn’t really the best for writing stories, ya know.”

  You sigh and slip your notebook into the knapsack you always carry around. Darn, he thinks, how will your secrets be spilled to him now? “I’m not writing stories. I’m just…doing research on something.”

  “Research,” he says. “In a bar.”

  “Yes. Research in a bar. Is that so hard to believe?”

  He does a quick scan of your features. The blush on your cheeks has deepened to a shade of red that almost matches his paint job. You're fiddling with your knapsack and guarding that notebook with your life. Suddenly, it comes upon him like a tidal wave; his smile widens with the victorious air of someone who just won a medal. “Oh, I know what's going on here,” he says. “You've been spying on someone, haven’t you?”

  Your reaction only further proves his theory. You look horrified, and the way you frantically rush to defend yourself is like a bright neon arrow pointing directly at your head. “What? No! Nonono, why would you think that?!”

  He laughs. “Oh, you totally are! Your notebook is probably chock-full of evidence, amiright? Wait, don’t tell me! Let me guess!”  He circles the table and plops down across from you. “Is it Ratchet? Nah, too grouchy. Cyclonus? Mm, too weird. Oh, oh! It’s Rodimus, isn’t it? It has to be Rodimus!”

  “What are you talking about?” you ask him.

  He leans forward and smirks. “You're in love, little one. Am I right, or am I right?”

  “I-I’m not-there’s no-” You stutter for a moment longer, then get a hold of your emotions and reel them in. Sitting back and going stone-faced, you stare at him with only the color of your blush signaling what you are currently going through. “I’m not in love.”

  Does it hurt to know you have a crush on someone who isn’t him? Absolutely? But telling you that would mean admitting the feelings he has for you, and no way is he doing that now. His spark aches with the sting of rejection, but he hides it well and decides messing with you will make him feel much better. “C’mon, squirt. You can’t lie to me. It’s as clear as day that someone on this ship has you smitten.”

  “It’s not someone on this ship. I’m a human.”

  You being a human and us being mechs means nothing. How many months have you been aboard this ship?” He counts off his digits. “Two? Three? No, it’s been five months, hasn’t it? Five months with us and your little spark has finally decided humans just don’t compare to mechs anymore. Aw, how adorable.”

  You look like you want to jump across the table to snap his intake shut. Instead though, you slump back in defeat and groan, rubbing your hands across your face. “Is it really that obvious?”

  “To me? Yeah. But that’s only because I’ve picked up on your reactions. Plus, the fact that you came here to jot down ‘notes’ means…” Now he gets excited. “It has to be someone in this bar.”

  You regard him cautiously. “And what if it is? What will you do about it?”

  He shrugs. “Nothing! My job is to pour drinks and listen to people’s woes. What kind of reputation would I be giving this fine establishment if I were to go around tattling on my loyal customers?” He taps his index digit against his dermas. Scrap, this is really going to hurt him. But he wants to see you happy. “I could help you, you know.”

  “Help me?” you echo.

  “Yeah, why not?” he forces himself to say with enthusiasm. “I’m always ready to help a pal! I’ll be your wingmech! How’s that sound?”

  A wide smile splits across your face and you cover your mouth to muffle your giggle. “Wingmech? Seriously? That’s so cheesy, Swerve.”

  By the Allspark, hearing your laughter is music to his ears. He’s envious of whoever you are crushing on. They’re one lucky mech to have someone like you chasing after them.  But he swallows down his jealousy for your sake and puffs out his chassis proudly. “Cheesy or not, I’m sure I can help you woo your future sweetspark. All you gotta do is learn to use a little bit of the ol’ Swerve charm and bingo, this bot will be yours in no time. So, whattaya say? You wanna employ my humble services?”

  You bite your lower lip and look down at your knapsack. “I don’t know. The Swerve charm may not exactly work on the mech I’m thinking of.”

  “Aha!” He stands up and points at you. “So you admit you're in love!”

  You give him a pointed look. “Alright, alright, fine, I admit it! Yes, there’s someone on this ship I really like. I’ve been writing down things he may or may not enjoy so I can come up with ways to show him that…that I want to…askhimout.” This last part comes out as a weak mutter. It’s obviously difficult for you to admit it, but oh boy is Swerve glad you have.

  “So it’s a he. Hm. IIIInteresting. Mind telling me what he’s like?”

  You smile. “Well, he’s outgoing. And very enthusiastic about what he does. He always has an upbeat attitude and definitely knows how to make me laugh. Some might think he’s a bit of a wise-ass though.”

  Swerve chuckles. “Sounds like a real dream boat.”

  “You…have no idea.” The way you say it sounds strange to him, but he doesn’t think any more of it. You drum your fingers against the table. “What…what would you do if you wanted to tell him that…that you like him?”

  I wouldn’t. I’d tell you I like you and no one else. “I’d probably do something bold. Something that would really grab his attention, ya know?” He thinks. “Does he like you back?”

  “Well, you see…I-I think so? I’m not sure. I talk to him a lot, but we’re…kind of different. I’m definitely not like him, but we get along. The more I hang out with him, the more these feelings grow.” You stare at your hands. “I don’t know if I should be admitting all of this.”

  “No, no, it’s okay!” He’s quick to reassure you. “I want to help! Seriously! I said I’d be your wingmech, and I’m going to uphold my word! So, let’s think! You think he likes you, and you definitely like him back. He’s the extroverted type, bold and brash…so give him a show! Really show him that you want him and you to be together, and you appreciate all of the good company he’s given you since you boarded the ship. The key is to really hit him here.” He thumps his chassis. “Right in the spark. It’s all emotions, squirt! Nothing else to it!”

  “Emotions, huh?” Once again, that odd look crosses you. “Do you think we could…practice?”

  “Practice?”

  “Yeah, like, working on what I’ll do when I finally admit my feelings to him? Would that be okay with you?”

  “Oh, yes, totally!” He stands up. “C’mere, let’s go through it. Think about what you want to say, and then act it out to me.”

  You stand up as well and walk over to him. Looking down, he sees just how small you are compared to him; you barely make it up to his chassis. You study him, biting your bottom lip. You look so nervous. It makes him want to be gentle.

  “Don’t be shy,” he says softly. “There’s no reason to be. It’s just you and I here, yeah? No one will pay attention to us.”

  You draw in a deep breath. “Okay, Okay.” Shaking out your arms, you fixate on him determinedly. “I’m not going to say anything. I’m going to do something. Is that okay?”

  “Oh,” he says, a bit confused. “Sure, yeah! What are you going to do?”

  You take a step back. Then, you jump forward, and he’s startled when you grab his shoulders and pull yourself up. His optics widen when you lean in and give him a short kiss. Every mechanical nerve in his body sings when he feels your lips on his, and he seems to lose control of himself, becoming nothing more than a statue.

  Then, it’s over. You let him go and drop back down, taking a step back and looking at him anxiously. He stares at you, air whooshing in and out of his intake as his systems attempt to cool.

  “It’s…It’s me?” he whispers.

  You lower your head and nod.

  He can’t talk. He can’t make a sound. It’s only for a good few seconds, but when he finally regains control of his vocalizer, he begins to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And then he’s picking you up and spinning you around in a tight hug. “You like me!” he cries. “You like me, you like me!” He couldn’t care less if anyone else in the bar is watching this. The one he’s been crushing on for months has been crushing on him back!

  You laugh along with him. “It took you this long to figure it out? I’ve been dropping hints since we started this conversation!”

  “That’s why you’ve been doing research in the bar! Primus, how did I not realize it sooner?” He holds you back so he can see your brilliant smile. It makes him melt. “I can’t believe you really like me,” he whispers.

  You cup his faceplate in your hands. “I’m guessing your happy about it, Mr. Wingmech?”

  He kisses you again, leaning into your touch. “Well…looks like my humble services paid off.” He pauses. “So…what did you think of the Swerve charm?”

[toomanybrainrots]

Request Swerve x Cybertronian S/O.

Their dynamic is pretty much Jessica and Roger Rabbit.

Roger Rabbit and Jessica Rabbit !!! Shsinskndknidn I love their dynamic plsss tall beautiful wife with small goofy husband?? Loev it so much and I hope I interpreted it good

Swerve with a Cybertronian S/O with the dynamic of Jessica and Roger Rabbit

Swerve is very smitten with you

Like, very smitten

I mean, have you seen yourself?? Goddamn was he lucky to have you as his conjunx, his CONJUNX

He’s always staring at you with the most heart eyes anyones have ever seen until he realizes you’ve stopped talking and is now staring back

He always looks so bashful whenever he looks away

You find it adorable that he still acts like this even though you’re already his conjunx

Swerve stared with a goofy smile as you talked, occasionally taking sips of your high grade. You always looked so beautiful whenever you talked, but you always looked beautiful.

Before he knew it, you had stopped talking and were now looking directly at him

Swerve quickly turned away to try, and probably fail, at hiding his blush. He had probably looked so ridiculous and goofy…

You were tempted to remind him you were his conjunx, but you decided to simply stay silent and smirk

He’s a bit goofy at times but you love him anyways

[archie-sunshine]

november 19th!

YESSS FINALLY I HAVE A REASON TO SHOW MY SWERVE/READER....

this was entirely self indulgent, i wanted to make him so nervous with some wire play...

[Send me a date from november to current day and ill send you a sketch!!]

[i-starcreamed]

Is it possible we could get more swerve I like the way you write him. He's just so adorable, maybe him with a bubbly s/o that really loves him , that when there done working they skip all the way to his bar while chanting " on my way to see my husband"

It would really mean a lot to me please

If you want

hii thank you, that means quite a lot :) I’m obsessed with swerve again so I just had to write this up. Let me know of any spelling mistakes

SWERVE X BUBBLY! S/O

Swerve is so obsessed, especially knowing you’re basically as enthusiastic as he is? He’s practically twirling in place

If he ever hears you call him your husband he will actually malfunction. Full on pass out. After he wakes up you guys are officially married. He’s kissing you all over your face and rambling sweet nicknames in between

Swerve gets so happy when you visit him at the bar and stay a while, he’d be more than happy to have you as his lovely helper around here. Unfortunately you have ‘work’ to attend to most of the day…sigh

But no matter! You’re both the sweetest couple on the ship if you keep that up. Everyday you two treat each other like it’s the moment you realized when you loved each other. To be fair, Swerve DOES fall for you more every day

You both compliment eachother so well

If he knows your little antics he’ll for sure mimic you. On his way to see you but another bot stops him? “Sorry man, I’m busy. On my way to see my spouse now. Aren’t they just the best?”

It takes him a bit to realize you really do love him a lot and mean all your compliments :( mans is so used to not being heard he messes up so much when he’s talking and you’re just intently listening.

He definitely has the time memorized and is counting down the seconds for when you usually come visit him

If you give him a bunch of kisses on his cutey faceplate he will heat up so bad.

“You’re too good for me, Y/N. I don’t deserve yo-“

Y/N placing their hands on either side of his face. “Shush. I love you.”

Swerve quickly nodding and practically melting into a puddle. “Y-yeah yeah, okay. Love you too sweetheart.”

Oh and you both call each other the most sickening sweetest nicknames in the universe

In public and private. Get a room

No shame whatsoever, you adore eachother too much

[writeyouin]

Hello, for holiday fics, can i request MTMTE Bots X Reader Headcanons where its Christmas time and there's a gift exchange? Thank you!

MTMTE Bots X Reader - Gift Exchange

A/N - A-All of them?! There's… That's a lot of bots. Imma just pick a few, then if anyone wants more you can just ask me for them.

Warnings - None

Rating - T

Swerve

Swerve is far too nervous for this.

It's your first Christmas aboard the ship, and he is determined to confess his love for you. Like, he has spent every last second planning this for months.

Now that it's time though, he thinks he might purge his tanks.

What if you don't like his gift? Worse, what if you reject him? He knows you won't be mean about it, but... he doesn't want to spend his life without you. He really loves you, and nothing terrifies him more than his own feelings.

Still, here is the moment. You've given him your gift.

It was a crocheted blanket, so he'll be comfy on movie nights. When did you have time to make this? Oh wow. He presses the material to his face. It's so soft, and if he takes in some air, it smells like you. Of course it does... You've clearly spent ages making it.

Swerve hugs you and he holds on for a few seconds too long. You laugh amiably, and make a joke about being Christmas crushed.

Finally, he lets you go and bashfully presents you with his gift. It isn't wrapped very well. It must have been difficult for him, since it's relatively small. You can see where the tape has come up a few times, stripping the paper of some of its colour. All this just makes you smile more.

You tear open the gift, and it's a datapad, specially made to be human-sized. You flick on the screen and find that it's filled with music, in a specially arranged playlist.

Admittedly, Swerve doesn't know a whole lot about Earth music. He's more into TV and movies, but he knows how much you love music, so he really tried with this.

Moreover, the first word of each song creates a message, and it is a long message. It's a confession. You might have missed it, had the first word of each song not been highlighted.

You take a while to read what's written. Meanwhile, Swerve is stuck in limbo, feeling entirely sick. Part of him wants to snatch the datapad back and laugh it off like it was all a mistake or a stupid joke. Instead, he waits, trying to stop his servos from shaking by resting them on his thighs.

When you've finished reading his confession, you let your thumb glide over the first song, hitting play.

You smile, get to your feet, and approach Swerve.

"I love it," You say quietly.

Then, you kiss him.

At first, Swerve is completely taken aback. Then, his hands find their way around your back and he's holding you close, your first kiss to Nat King Cole's 'The Very Thought of You.'

Rung

Rung didn't actually want gifts. The only thing he asked for was an evening alone with you.

Normally, he's so busy with his patients, and everyone always wants time with the ship's only human, usually so they can ask you questions and place bets on what the answer will be - Rodimus is still pissed that he lost 100 shanix when you were asked what a colander was (Sufficed to say, his answer wasn't kitchen utensil for draining water).

So, that's exactly how you spend Christmas Eve with Rung. You're sat in his lap, laid back on the sofa while he reads to you from a book you chose.

His fingers gently glide over your head - You feel safe with Rung - loved - and you know that he feels the same when he's with you.

Despite that, you did get him a gift, and little do you know, he's got you one too. They will both wait for tomorrow however, as you relax into one another, with no obligation to anyone else.

The next day, you wake up atop the berth, and realise that you must have fallen asleep when Rung was reading and that he has carried you to bed.

Yet, he isn't there with you. You're just getting up when you hear him humming. Your shared hab-suite isn't like the others on the ship - it's the only one wherein the rooms are separate as if to recreate a normal Earth apartment.

So, upon getting up to explore, you find Rung in the kitchen - He's never been in here before, except when he's looking for you.

This is his gift and his surprise. He knows how much time you always put into cooking, and unfortunately, there's nobody else who could ever cook for you, which he has been led to believe is a normal part of human relationships and something most humans are grateful for.

It took a while to research the recipes, and even more time to find out what ingredients could be substituted. Moreover, Rung has spent months practising this, between meetings, and now, he's rather good at it - he always was good at following instructions and handling delicate objects.

So, your Christmas brunch is courtesy of Rung, and you make sure to tell him how delicious everything is, kissing him afterwards so he might get a taste of the wonderful meal he's made as his arms wrap around you and he presses you against the dining table.

Later, after a long, and frankly heated make-out session, you present him with his gift. It's a model ship of the only one missing from his collection - the Lost Light itself. His eyes light up when he sees it, all ready to be put together.

That afternoon, the two of you sit together and start building the miniature, all while listening to Christmas music which plays serenely in the background.

Megatron

Megatron is staring at you quite intensely. If you weren't used to him, you might think he was glaring at you.

Still, you feel like you might have done something wrong or that he hates your gift to him. It was after all, rather personal, and Megatron isn't a huge fan of PDA.

The gift in question was a song. As it turned out, Nautica was something of a musical prodigy, so with her help, you had written a song about Megatron - She had composed the tune, while you wrote the lyrics.

You assumed that by involving another bot, Megatron felt exposed; it was entirely possible that he didn't like the idea of someone else singing about him or your relationship with him.

You couldn't be further from the truth.

The truth of the matter was that Megatron loved the song. You had poured your very soul into it, and it was so much more than he could have asked for.

... And in return, he had gotten you a gift basket. Soaps, shampoos, lotions - His research had led him to believe this was the social norm on Earth. He couldn't give you that now!

How would that look? You had given him a piece of your soul, and he got you L'oriel "because you're worth it."

No. It wasn't good enough.

"Excuse me a moment, I need to retrieve something from my hab-suite," Megatron said coolly, before leaving you.

You deflated, feeling that all was lost, especially since Megatron took a good thirty minutes to return.

Yet, when he came back, he held out a datapad for you, mumbling an apology that it wasn't wrapped.

You swallowed nervously when he wouldn't meet your eye, and then you took the present reverently.

You flicked on the screen and found it open in a folder - "(Y/N)'s Poetry."

There were well over a hundred entries, all of them dedicated to you.

'The Radiance of a Smile', 'Promises of Forever', and 'Forgiveness of the Past', were just a few at the top of the list. Even more surprising was the fact that a great many of them were written before the two of you began dating. When you looked at the earlier entries, you saw how Megatron's feelings towards you had come about and evolved into something more.

You were speechless, yet on your face, Megatron was pleased to see that you knew how he felt for you, and that your love for him was just as much of a weight, though it was one you were glad to bear.

[callsign-relic]

hi! May I request a Gn!Human reader x Swerve (first contact?) please and thank you!

Hi!! Thanks for being my first Swerve request!! He’s always such a joy to write, so it was so much fun to pair him with the First Contact AU!! I hope you enjoy, I personally really like this one :D

Warnings: SFW, First Contact AU, GN!Human!Reader

(And as a small reminder to any readers, my requests are currently open!)

Swerve had no idea what he was looking at.

He shifted you this way and that, turning your body around in any direction he pleased as you were held in his fist, examining you from all angles. He lifts a digit to his chin as he pouts his dermas to the side, utterly dumbfounded at just what he was looking at.

Was this one of the ‘humans’ on earth he had heard so much about? After scooping up so many other little earthling creatures into his servos and being told ‘No, Swerve, that is a lizard, not a human,’ ‘No, Swerve, that is a bird, not a human,’ and ‘No, Swerve, that is a a bear, not a human’ so many times, things were starting to get confusing. Earth had so many creatures, just how was he supposed to keep track of which one was named which?

You stare up at your own horrified image reflected in azure blue, struggling to keep down your nausea from being thrown around so carelessly. Your form is warped in the mirror of the titan’s gigantic visor. Was it like sunglasses? Was that its eye?? Did it even have eyes??? Your questions are partially answered by the way the red and white mech adjusts his visor as he brings you closer to his face. A blue light suddenly washes over you, from the top of your head to the bottom of your bound feet, and you flinch back.

Swerve decides to shake the cobwebs off of his old scanning system to get to the root of just what exactly you were. He wasn’t about to bring another creature he thought was a human up to the Lost Light only for him to embarrass himself again. The image of your face begins to match itself with countless other images in his memory database, crossing out mismatches in red.

As the minibot goes through this silent process, you think now may be the best time to try and make your escape. Despite how much you didn’t want to touch this thing, you pushed your miraculously free hands down onto his thumb, doing your best to pull yourself up and out of his grasp. It takes a couple tries, and you almost think you’re not even budging, but when you see the waistband of your pants start to peek out from the bright red of his servo, you know you’re making progress.

Finally, after what felt like a good five minutes of searching through his limited database of earth’s creatures, a green checkmark appears in his HUD view over your image. “Yes!” He quietly pumps a fist to himself and a wide grin spreads across his faceplate, looking to the side in his accomplishment. ‘HUMAN,’ his HUD view had read.

“Ugh, finally, I never thought I was gonna see one of you guys!” He reels his helm back in relief, “I was sittin’ here thinkin’, ‘Man, Swerve! You’re really gonna be the only mech on the Lost Light who hasn’t earth’s dominant species? Especially when we made a pit stop on their planet?’ If I did, I knew I would never hear the end of it from the crew. I mean, really…”

Swerve carries on rambling in a tongue you couldn’t even begin to comprehend, voice echoing loud in your ears and ex-vented air from his words blowing past you. You didn’t have the energy to care to spare— your main priority right now was escape. Your thighs are almost entirely free from his grip now, just a couple more tugs upward and you could get out. Though the surprisingly smooth finish on the mech’s hands didn’t do much to help— your little hands kept on slipping against his knuckle rather than keeping you stable.

You press your legs close together— you were freed up to your knees. Slowly, you lift one of your legs out of the pocket of his curled servo, trying to land it on a stable enough place on his fingers. Your body bends awkwardly and you do your best to calm your quaking chest as labored breaths race through your lungs. You could do this. You carefully pull out your other leg, placing it down beside the opposite foot, and you find yourself spread wide across the hole that was your former prison.

Okay, that was step one. Onto step two.

You push your arms behind you with all your might, trying to force your body up into your feet. To your surprise, you manage to do so first try, standing tall against Swerve’s servo—

Until you find yourself plummeting forwards.

As you fall face first downward into the dirt, you realize all too late that you were in the fist of a giant, of course you’d be countless feet high up into the air. You screw your eyes shut, brace your arms in front of you, and scream— because that’s all you could do in a situation like this…

“…and so I said, ‘C’mon, when have I ever lied to ya’, Magnus?’ And then he said— woah, look out, bud!”

…until you land much quicker to the ground than you had expected. It takes a solid five seconds for you to be flush against whatever surface you were on until you deemed it a good idea to peek an eye open. A familiar bright red paint job gleamed beneath you and you whip your head up, only to heave a shaking, defeated sigh.

Swerve was looking down at you in his palm with gritted denta, optical ridges furrowed in great concern. “Are you okay?” His voice rumbles from above you, and he brings his free servo up and over to you. He gently pushes you with a digit from leaving you lying on your stomach to laying you supine, and though you wanted nothing more than to be on the ground, somehow, you couldn’t find it in you to even be mad. Was it exhaustion? Some weird sense of empathy you got from seeing a gigantic alien look on at you with worry? You couldn’t name it. But whatever it was, it gave you enough strength to redirect some of your energy from heaving your chest up and down with heavy breaths over to your arm, and you point downward over the edge of his hand.

It takes the minibot a good minute to process what was happening. You were communicating? That was certainly more sentience he got from the rest of earth’s creatures… sick. But then Swerve finally looks in the direction you were gesturing to, and gives a long, “Ohhhhh,” when he realizes what you were asking of him. Slowly, the mech comes to a knee, lowering his servo down flat against the earth as he does so.

Slowly, you come to your feet in his palm, and step off the edge of his hand and onto the dirt. Once you’re off, the minibot pulls his hand away, resting it over his bent knee. “Sorry, didn’t realize earthlings were afraid of heights. I’ll keep that in mind,” he chuckles, tapping one of his digits gently to the side of his helm.

You somehow found you didn’t flinch as the sound of metal tinking on metal rang around you. Slowly, you chance taking a couple steps back, never pulling your eyes away from Swerve’s visor.

He squints a little, but comes to his realization much quicker than he had before. “Oh! Oh, you wanna’ leave! Okay, no worries, little guy!” He flashes another grin, waving you off with a free servo. “Nice meetin’ ya’!”

Seeing as he wasn’t reaching back towards you, you take it as a sign that he was allowing you to leave. With a long, relieved sigh, you finally turn your back to him— walk becoming a brisk jog as you make your exit.

Swerve lowers his servo, grin fading into a small, content smile on his dermas. “Heh. The guys back on the ship are never gonna’ believe this one.”

[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! 

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　MTMTE x gn reader

　　　　『　rodimus ,, minimus ,, swerve ,, rewind ,, chromedome ,, trailcutter ,, brainstorm ,, first aid ,, whirl ,, tailgate ,, skids ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> coparenting on widgetable

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— since ive started coparenting on widgetable i decided to do hcs of mtmte characters n coparenting on there :3

    - rodimus

| • roddy saw it on tiktok when he was supposed to be working ,, and instead of finishing it his work he spammed you about it until you replied

| • who names it -> roddy

| • he names the kid chicken nugget because it seemed funny

| • roddy would have his status set as 'saving the world'

| • he'd be a good parent the first few days ,, but after about a week or two he forgets so you have to spam him care reminders

| • he probably buys the premium

| • roddy also probably spams your notes when you have chicken nugget over ,, and begs you to return him

| • he would draw little hearts on your guys' doodle widget when hes bored

    - magnus / minimus

| • you had the app and somehow convinced minimus to download it and coown a pet with you

| • you hatched a cat ,, and minimus let you name it ,, which was probably a bad decision

| • because you named him dr . bigglesworth

| • he regrets it to this day

| • mins usually has biggles most the time ,, and never forgets to feed or bathe him

| • hes respectful with his notes and gives him to you when you ask

| • though if he sees you're neglecting dr bigglesworth ,, he'll send you one care reminder

| • he has his status set to 'hardworking'

| • mins wont write little messages on your note widget unless you do it first ,, same with doodling

| • though sometimes when he gets super stressed from work he may doodle dr . bigglesworth on your doodle widget

    - swerve

| • he found the app and was super excited to coparent with you

| • he wanted to name the egg ,, and so he did

| • and thats how jerry got his name ,, and jerry was a penguin

| • he would also always remember to take care of jerry ,, maybe even spoil him a little too much

| • whenever swerve was bored at his bar ,, he would talk to jerry and feed him

| • swerve would constantly send a miss you note whenever you had jerry ,, it was honestly crazy

| • he would have his status as 'hold a hand' always

| • swerve probably would argue with you over notes on how you're neglecting jerry ,, when you literally just got him back smh

| • though all in all ,, swerve takes his coparenting to the extreme ,, he takes it serious and as a way to prepare for any future outcomes

    - rewind

| • he found the app and asked if you wanted to coparent ,, which you didnt mind ,, rewind was already coparenting another pet with chromedome

| • for some reason ,, rewind always has his status set to 'toilet' and when you asked him why ,, all he said was that it was funny to look at

| • anyways ,, you hatch a frog !! and rewind named it dinkle without talking to you first about it

| • so now you have dinkle ,, who rewind sometimes forgets about ,, which makes you spam him care reminders until he takes care of him

| • he always argues with you over your notes ,, telling you that youre caring for him wrong

| • and when rewind's bored ,, he draws pps on the doodle widget and sends you questionable notes on the note widget

| • all in all ,, hes a 4/10 parent to coparent with

    - chromedome

| • he found out you were coparenting with rewind and asked if you wanted to do so with him !

| • he let you name the egg ,, which you named 'moonie' ,, chromedome found it a little strange but cute

| • you hatched a puppy ,, and chromedome fell in love with moonie immediately

| • honestly hes a better parent than rewind is ,, always sharing moonie with you ,, giving you moonie when you ask

| • he spoils moonie with space rocket baths all the time

| • chromedome does love to draw you both on the doodle widget as best as he can ,, which is stick figures of you two

| • he sends you good morning and good night notes on the note widget

| • and his status is usually set to 'send a heart'

| • 11/10 parent to coparent with

    - trailcutter

| • he only did it because you wanted to ,, even though deep down he wanted to be the one to ask

| • he hatches the egg and lets you name it 'big mac'

| • teebs questions why but never gets an answer ,, and so big mac hatched to be a panda

| • he also falls in love with the pet ,, always taking care of big mac

| • though he usually sends you big mac when he knows hes about to start drinking so he doesnt end up neglecting him

| • when hes drunk off of engex ,, he usually draws you crying faces and broken hearts on your doodle widget

| • and thats pretty much your sign to send big mac back to him

| • teebs grows pretty attached to big mac ,, and always feels sad when he sends him to you :( always asking that you feed and bathe him

| • teebs usually has his status set to 'kiss' but when he gets drunk he changes it to 'lonely' or 'miss you'

| • hes a 8/10 parent

    - brainstorm

| • youre the one to introduce it to him and hes over the moon about it ,, he loves the concept and is super excited about coparenting with you

| • you let him name the hatched egg ,, which happens to be a duck

| • brainstorm calls him 'featherington' for sheer silliness ,, but really he just loves featherington

| • he spends money for the premium version so he can spoil his little duckie

| • he always fights you on the notes too ,, telling you to take extra care of featherington whilst hes working and if you dont hes gonna unleash the tickle monster

| • and you dont really have the time for the tickle monster ,, so you do your best to care for featherington

| • brainstorm usually has his status set as 'need you' ,, the little animated kitty cat that only premium lets you have

| • he sends you good night notes on the note widget ,, and sometimes reminders of things you need to do that day

| • when hes done with work and bored ,, he draws featherington on the doodle widget

    - first aid

| • he probably found it whilst he was taking a break from working ,, and saw it as an ad and wanted to do it with you

| • he insists on naming the pet springy ,, totally not in relevance to springer ,, he doesnt know what youre talking about

| • you hatched a cat though ! first aid tries his hardest to take care of springy but he usually ends up neglecting him or using all his items and waits for the cool downs

| • he has his status set as 'kiss you' or 'working'

| • he'll doodle little stars in his free time though ,, which is rarely

| • first aid is another who puts little reminders on your notes widget in case you have something to do that day

| • he also spams you care reminders and gets worried when you dont take care of springy and demands him back

    - whirl

| • youre the one to introduce him to the app and he at first doesnt agree to coparent but then he starts to overthink it and agrees in the end

| • he names the pet 'spike' for shits and giggles but yall hatch a duck and he becomes so attached to spike

| • he definitely buys premium to care for spike whether or not you know about it

| • any time you receive spike ,, he immediately spams 'missing spike' notes and spams the 'care reminder' notes

| • he has his status set as 'hit' or 'push'

| • he draws spikes on the doodle notes and sends you the most out of context notes ever on the widgets

| • you swear ,, one these days and magnus will sneak a peak accidentally and confiscate your phone

    - tailgate

| • hes so excited to coparent with you he cant even wait the 24 hours ! he names the pet fluffy because he likes it .

| • you hatch a shark though ,, but tailgate insists on keeping the name fluffy

| • tailgate loves fluffy so much ,, he always reminds you to take care of him ,, though sometimes he does happen to neglect fluffy on accident

| • when he does ,, he starts getting emotional and sends fluffy to you instantly ,, saying hes a bad parent and doesn't deserve him

| • he always loves when he gets fluffy back though ,, hes so joyous and is always thanking you

| • when bored ,, tailgate doodles blue hearts and sends you little love notes on the widgets

| • he has his status set to 'kiss' or 'loving'

- skids

| • you introduce the app to him and he doesnt see why not ,, so he agrees to coparent with you

| • you let him name the pet ,, and he chooses 'bubby' for em

| • yall hatch a fox ,, and skids gets to care for him first

| • you had to show him how to ,, and he learns fast how to use the app after that

| • skids makes sure to take care of bubby when needed and doesnt blow through all his items immediately

| • on the doodle widget ,, he sends you hearts and flowers ,, sometimes drawing himself blowing you a kiss

| • and on the note widget ,, he gives you good morning and good night messages ,, randomly telling you something he heard at swerves ,, sending ilys to you

| • his status is set as 'touch' or 'hug' depending on the day

| • he usually always wants bubby but he forfeits the fox when you ask to care for him

[pinkanonwrites]

In the context of transformers

Would doing regular pneumatic maintenance, such as lubricating cylinders and pivots, be considered wholesome grooming? Or a horny massage?

I think it depends on the bot to be honest! I'm sure some bots are more sensitive than others, and there are some bots who see routine maintenance as just that, routine maintenance. Like, I wouldn't get all hot and bothered if someone brushed my hair for me, but it's definitely relaxing and appreciated.

Depending on the continuity I think different bots would have different feelings about it. If you were curious about any bots in particular hit me up but here's a few that immediately came to mind.

Earthspark Bumblebee would be embarrassed about having your help but doing his best to play it off like it's no big deal to him, while Bayverse and Animated Bumblebee would treat it almost like a spa day or special pampering.

ROTB Mirage and IDW Swerve would both get a level of pleasure out of it, but Mirage would be much more forward about that where Swerve would silently keep it to himself, frame practically rattling with embarrassment.

G1 and Bayverse Optimus would appreciate the help but would consider it no more than routine maintenance, while Earthspark Optimus would feel as if he was putting you out in some way and Animated Optimus would appreciate it but also be very flustered the entire time. Every time you touch him he startled and his engine revs a bit despite himself.

[bugboioli23]

Swerve x Human!Reader

Disclaimer: I haven't written fic for a few years so my skills are gonna be a bit shit to be honest, any criticism is welcome and id love to hear what you guys think 💚

THIS IS 18+ - size difference, valveplug, oral sex, fingerfucking, doggy style, riding - 2911 words - AFAB reader but no pronouns are used

You and Swerve had been friends since you stepped foot on the Lost Light. Something about his chatterbox personality and sitcom-like humor had you beaming whenever you were around him. The best nights were spent perched on the edge of the bar counter, rambling for hours on end with Swerve. Tonight was one of those nights. It was after the doors had closed, the bar empty and silent aside from the laughter ricocheting from the both of you. 

“Really?!” You yelped, eyes wide in surprise as you stared at the grinning minibot.

“I'm telling you! You wouldn't believe the amount of mechs who come by here asking for you!” Swerve replied with a chuckle, shaking his helm in shared disbelief. “Not only that but they actually think they could frag you! I'm probably one of the few bots on here who could frag you full sized.” Swerve paused, face freezing for a second as he quickly backtracked on his statement. “I mean- not that we would- NOT THAT I WOULDN'T WANT TO- I'm sure you’d make a lovely frag- NOT LIKE THAT- I JUST MEANT- im sorry- ” Swerve seemed to shrink in on himself as he continued to mumble to himself anxiously.

Your face burned red at the idea. The thought of a bot being stuffed between your folds, trembling at the foreign sensation of the wet flesh of your cunt. You wondered about the anatomy that laid hidden under the panels of your metallic friends. How similar are you compared to them? Just how compatible are your species? You already had gotten an enlightening talk from Brainstorm about Cybertronian anatomy after you explained human anatomy to him. (For his holoforms of course. No other reason.) You knew what you could take, but the fresh reality that this could happen left blood rushing south. 

“Uhm…  ____? You good? I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, I’m sorry.” Swerve looked at you apologetically. His light pout and the puppy eyes you could barely see behind his visor brought forth images that made warmth surge through your body once more. How would Swerve act if you asked him to fuck you? He seemed like the type of Cybertronian who wouldn’t mind a little experimenting with humans. He seemed like the type to whimper; the type to beg. 

Heat flushed through your face as reality caught back up to you. You flashed him a bright smile and waved your hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m alright. Just thinking.” You glanced at Swerve, who looked unconvinced. “Hey, weren’t you and Blurr going to open a bar before you came here?” You asked out of nowhere, hoping to turn his attention onto something else. It seemed to work because he was already telling you about how Blurr was secretly his best friend. While the bartender was distracted, you let your thoughts turn back to the ideas at hand. You found Swerve to be adorable, the way he seemed to always work with a smile despite people talking poorly about him. His fascination with your species’ tv and music and how he would light up when you offered another film for movie nights. After tonight’s conversation, you decided it’s now or never to shoot your shot with him.

“Swerve?” You looked him up and down with a smile, interjecting his speech on Blurr’s latest record break. “Do you think fragging a human would be possible?” You spoke sweetly, letting your voice fall an octave to emphasize your intentions. 

“Uhm, wouldn't Ratchet be better at answering that than I would?” Swerve thought he was hearing things. In his mind there was no possible way that you just asked what you had asked. His head must've made that up. It had to be some kind of self inflicted auditory hallucination. The way you smiled softly and rested a hand on his arm before leaning closer must also be a trick of the optics.

“Swerve, darling. I asked you for a reason.” You replied coyly, glancing up at him with an endearing grin. He felt his intake hitch and a sliver of charge run down his frame. 

“Oh.” He choked out, face tinted with the rush of energon. His cooling fans kicked on with just the mere suggestion of what tonight could entail. “I- I suppose we could- figure it out…” He grinned shyly.

“That’s a good mech.” You purred, wide grin never faltering as you hopped down from the counter. You sauntered out of the bar with a new sense of confidence, only pausing to gesture to him to follow before the doors closed behind you. Swerve had to take a minute to collect his thoughts before practically sprinting after you.

Your habsuite was uniquely modified for your species. Instead of a hard metal berth, you had a cushy soft bed adorned with a mass of plushies, pillows and blankets. Soft lighting glowed from lower points in the room instead of one harsh light from above. It had your special charm to it, and Swerve wanted to spend every moment he could in there with you. 

“So,” You started plopping yourself down on the edge of your bed, patting the spot next to you, “I’m going to skip all the pleasantries here, I want you to fuck me.”

Swerve let out a whine, feeling a surge of arousal flooding through his systems. His spike pressurized quickly, becoming heavy behind his panels with an embarrassingly loud thud. “Did you have to be so bold about it?” He hissed through clenched dentae as you gazed at him with desire. 

“I think it’s more fun to watch your reactions.” You hummed contentedly before climbing into his lap, “Can I kiss you? Would that be okay?” You spoke softly, but your eyes never left his face. Swerve nodded hastily, servos hovering above your body anxiously. His intake opened to start a flood of questions but you cut him off with a kiss, exploring the foreign texture of his pliable metallic face. The strange rubbery feeling of his glossa felt wonderfly new against the soft muscle of your tongue. You let out a soft noise of pleasure against his mouth before you were interrupted by a snap of panels retracting and an enticing pressure laying heavy on your thigh. 

“Oh- Slag, sorry I- you’re so- I wasn’t able to-,” Swerve began, but you pressed a finger to his lips as you looked down to study the new part of him. It was about 8 inches long, the red tip of it already leaking prefluids. It was mostly white, with a stripe of red along the underside decorated with biolights which pulsed needily. You trailed your hand lightly along the length, your fingers barely unable to touch around the girth of it. You looked back up at Swerve who was hiding behind his servos, face tinted pink with energon. 

“Listen… I know I’m not as big as other bots but please… don’t stop whatever you were planning to do.” Swerve mumbled shyly, peeking at you between his digits.

“Oh, hun. You don’t have to worry about anything. You’ve got more than enough for me to enjoy.” You smiled, sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs. “May I?” You asked, wanting to explore his anatomy further. 

He let out a shaky exvent with a nod and you ran your fingers along the grooves and panels of the Cybertronian anatomy. It wasn’t until you had gotten eye level with his spike that you had noticed his valve. It was dripping with transfluid and the hooded node was glowing a beautiful blue. You looked up at him from your position, eyes full of lust. 

“Change of plans. Lean back for me, I’ve gotta taste you.” You purred, firmly pushing against his midsection lightly as he rested his back against the wall of pillows. You gently pushed his thighs open and trailed two fingers against the slick folds of his valve, coating your fingers in the sticky substance. You studied your digits before popping them into your mouth. The pink fluid was metallic and sour, but addicting in a strange way. You wanted more. Spreading his folds with one hand, you delved into his valve. Swerve watched, entranced by the way you slid the flat of your tongue against him. The sensation made him let out soft groans, which encouraged you more. You took your other hand and gently circled his anterior node, ghosting the edges of it teasingly. Your tongue dove into his entrance and you felt the inner calipers twitch and throb with need. 

“Oh frag… you’re good a-at this. I’m- hnghh… I don’t have enough stamina for t-this!” Swerve whined as you moved the hand separating his folds and you backed away from his plush valve.

“Don’t worry, you are doing so good. Just lie back and let me take care of you, okay?” You cooed and went back to lapping at the transfluid that fell from his folds. One hand finally gave his anterior node pressure while your other hand went up to stroke at his spike lazily. The result of your combined actions had Swerve clawing at the sheets, his intake falling open as he gasped and mewled out so many words you couldn’t tell what he was saying until it was too late. 

Warm fluid gushed over your face as he overloaded while you were still tongue deep in his valve. His spike throbbed in your hand as you felt more transfluid land in your hair and shoulder. 

“FRAG- Ah- hah…!” Swerve whined as his frame trembled through the aftershocks. “Oh slag im so sorry!” His visor came back online just in time to witness your mouth and jaw covered in dripping pink fluids.

You licked your lips and wiped your face with your shirt before taking it off and tossing it aside. “Hey.. hey no worries. It’s okay. You’re okay.” You kissed his cheek, patting his thigh softly. “You did amazing. I’m so glad I could make you feel good.” 

Swerve let out another high whine, seeing your chest bare before him. He slowly raised his servos to graze the flesh around your nipples. You sighed softly and raised your hands to press his servos more firmly to your skin. Swerve was still panting from his previous overload but he leaned in to press his lips gently against your sternum. His servos wandered up to press and massage at your nipples, circling them like you did to his node earlier. Your back arched, pushing your chest further into his servos as your mouth fell open softly. Swerve looked up at you, visor glowing with excitement and awe. “You’re stunning. I mean- frag, look at you, coated with my overload. Mine…” He breathed out, eyes trailing down your body to rest at your pants. He seemed to swallow before shakily continuing. “D-Do you still want me t-to..you know.. t-”

“I still want you to fuck me, Swerve.” You finished for him, moving your hands to swiftly undo the buttons of your pants, pulling off your undergarments at the same time and tossing them behind you. You grabbed onto his wrist and guided his fingers up towards your wet folds. Swerve got the hint and gently worked one finger into the tight heat of your cunt. He could feel the gentle pulse and pull of your walls around his digit, and he could barely imagine what it would feel like around his spike. After he felt you loosen up a bit, he slid in a second digit. You let out a gasp and a soft groan at the stretch, knowing that this was just the beginning if you wanted to be prepared to take his spike. 

Swerve gently curled and flexed his digits, exploring your sex thoroughly as his processor worked overtime to memorize which movements felt the best for you. His audials turned to max sensitivity to be sure he could hear every whine and murmur of praise that fell from your lips. He could feel the second rush of energon repressurising his spike the more he pumped his digits into you. You glanced down between the both of you to smirk at his array before leaning in and pressing another kiss to his jaw.

“Awh, look at you,” You cooed, lifting your hips up to grind the tip of his spike against your clit. Swerve let out a strained whine as his hips bucked up involuntarily. Your smirk only grew. “You’re such a pretty mech for me.”

“Hnf s-stop…” Swerve whispered bashfully, turning his helm away as energon rushed to his faceplates once more.

“I mean it.” You continued, slowly easing yourself down on his spike as you guided his gaze to meet yours. Swerve’s intake fell open and his spinal struts arched as your body enveloped his length. His servos flew to your hips when he finally bottomed out inside you. The heat of your cunt pressed upon every sensor and node on his spike with such certainty that he could barely concentrate on your words. 

“Hhoh fraggghh, how are you s-so- so-ooHHFRAG-” Swerve had started to speak but you decided that now was the time to lift your hips and slam yourself back down. You started to ride the mech like an animal, your hips popping up halfway only to quickly push him back inside. Swerve let out a chorus of moans and yelps as his servos twitched against the soft plush of your thighs, squeezing every now and then to ground himself. It wasn’t until your legs started to burn that you were reminded of something. You quickly stopped your movements and grinned down at Swerve as he abruptly gasped and looked at you with a beautiful expression of desperation. 

“Wh-why- why’dya stop?” Swerve asked, his speech slurred from the sudden absence of pleasure.

“Sorry, but I just remembered that you’re the one who’s supposed to be fucking me.” You pulled yourself off of his spike and he let out a pathetic mewl at the loss of your body. His pout was quickly wiped from his face when he witnessed you getting down on all fours and slyly shaking your hips at him. You turned to smirk over your shoulder at him as he gawked at you. Not another second had passed before Swerve was on top of you, his spike easily finding its way back into your slick folds. He started pounding into you, the weight of his body pressing down nicely on your back as he mounted you.

“Mnh, there you go, good boy Swerve.” You moaned out as his spike pistoned in and out of you, shoving your body into the mattress. Swerve was brought to a mindless ramble as your pussy sucked him in deeper and tightened around him.

“Ahfraggingprimusyouretight-“ Swerve whimpered as you clenched around him harder. Your body trembled as you felt his spike throb inside you. Swerve hovered over you, intertwining his servos over your fingers as he thrust into you rapidly. “F-Frag, ____ I’m not gonna l-last much longer-“

“Good, keep going. I want you to fill me with your transfluid. Overload in me like the good mech you are.” You grinned against the mattress, turning to look at him smugly, reaching down between your legs to rub at your clit. Swerve leaned down to mewl and whine against the back of your neck as he chased his own pleasure, pushing your hips further up with every pump of his hips. 

“Fuck, Swerve- I’m-!“ You felt your eyes roll back at the drag of his thickness against your walls and you let out a filthy moan as you hit your climax. You felt the slick of your cum coat his panels as your sex tightened  around him. The whimper that left his vocalizer was angelic as he let his spike empty itself within you. Thick ropes of transfluid coated your insides, the warm sensation of sheer fullness bringing you back down from your high. Your body continued to pulse around his spike, milking him of the last of his overload as he gave a few final lazy thrusts. 

The two of you lay there panting for a while before he slowly pulled out of you, watching in awe as his cum started to slide down your thighs. You slowly turned and sat up, feeling your combined fluids seeping out of you and onto the sheets. 

“Ah… that was… let me get you a towel.” Swerve gasped, stepping to the closet to grab a towel to wipe you down with, wetting it with warm water before gently cleaning you. He lifted and placed you on the other side of the bed, putting the used towel over the wet spot after cleaning and closing his panels. 

You stared at the red and white mech with unveiled adoration as he finally sat next to you again. You leaned in and peppered his face with kisses as he gently rubbed your thigh. 

“Swerve, you do know how to keep your mouth shut about some things, right?” You murmured sleepily, hoping the bartender could keep his mouth shut for at least a week or two before word got out that the human is a mechfucker.

“Uhuh, yeah. Definitely.” Swerve nodded with determination. You sighed with a small smile, already accepting that your next appearance in the bar would not be the same after this.

[loveofbots]

Gently lays down. I want to tell Swerve that I like listening to him talk and that I genuinely love having him around and that he deserves to be listened to more- you don't have to do a write or headcanons if you don't feel it I just want Swerve to know he's loved and the world needs to HEAR IT

Anon listen you’re so right here have some headcanons as a treat

Based on me n a couple of buddies going over what makes a cybertronian physically attractive/cybertronian beauty standards (which I will go into another time) Swerve is actually pretty hot! However it's canon that a mech will prefer someone's personality over their looks, and that's why Swerve gets no bitches

If Swerve ever found out how big of a fanbase he has online, he would explode, reform, and then explode again. Not only does he have an autistic fascination with humans, he would be THRILLED to know we have an autistic fascination with him.

He knows undertale exists, and yes sans is his favorite character.

I really think he's smart. That bitch must have a LOT of memory to contain all of human media plus cybertronian knowledge plus bartending knowledge PLUS his old degree (he's educated!!) And I think this is why he and Skids and Nautica get along. They are all fucking nerds

I'd love to start a podcast with him. Like a weekly Lost Light podcast with a catchy af name. Just talking about whatever went down the last few days, he does little advertisements for his bar, reader gets to bring up new human concepts to him/learn cybertronian concepts n stuff. Just overall good cheerful fun.

Swerve is nonbinary, or at least doesn't abide by a binary in general. Gender is a human concept and for cybertronians it just doesn't make much sense. If you were LGBT+ on the lost light he'd be your number one supporter. That's all for now! I love me some Swerve boi

[toomanybrainrots]

Another request that decided to poof in my face. I really wanted to do this one cause I am a SUCKER for height difference. One of my favorite things. Plesse, if any of you have a request that involves height difference, sned it in and I am perfectly happy and willing to do it if it is in my abilities

A/N after writing this: So, uh, somehow Cygate crept in. So, yeah, Cygate’s here too

Warnings: Male Reader, reader is referred to with male adjacent things, called ‘mech’ and/or male pronouns

Swerve with a Male Cybertronian S/O that’s much more taller than him

Swerve loves his tall husband

Swerve honestly had no idea how you got together in the first place

He was…well, he was himself. And you were a tall, handsome, beautiful bot

And somehow he managed to pull you.

Anytime you and Swerve wanna talk, you either need to be sitting down, crouching, pick him up in your arms, or he has to crane his neck down

You both decided that you picking him up was the best option

You liked hearing him talk as you carried him around in your arms. Honeslty, it was both a wholesome and funny sight to outsiders

You had a fond smile on your face as you listened to Swerve talking, gesturing animatedly as you carried him thrugh the hallways.

You always loved hearing your dear conjunx talk while he was in your arms. It was your favorite thing to do in any cycle.

You let out a chuckle when Swerve cracked a joke, enjoying the lovely goofy grin he had.

He and Tailgate now have much more to talk about now after you got together

And that much more are their lovely conjunxes, you and Cyclonus

They both gush to each other all the time, even if you and Cyclonus are right there. Neither of you are complaining or saying anything though

They both love their tall husbands very much

[onlyyvette]

Oh my gosh, a thirst for MTMTE puppy boy Swerve?? If its okay?

Warnings: sub/bottom character + dom/top reader + cybertronian reader + blow-job + praise + petting + slight size kink + he's such a slut for praise

A/N: omfg I literally love Swerve so much I just want to shower the poor guy in affection

"...Just keep on going for me sweetspark. You got this," you assured the minibot as he went down on your spike. "Mmhhphh..." Swerve tried to respond only to immediately be embarrassed once he remembered that you wouldn't be able to understand anything that came out of his mouth.

You chuckled a bit. "Don't worry Swerve. Just keep going down, little by little." The reason you were having Swerve work down your spike so slowly was due to your size. You were a bit bigger that the average mech, which would naturally lead to your spike to being a bit bigger. Swerve was already a pretty small bot, so it wasn't easy to take your spike, despite his big mouth.

You had told him that it was alright, that he didn't need to suck your spike and that you were more than happy to eat his valve out. He kept insisting though, so you eventually let him give you a blow-job, but you made sure to be careful. Despite your protests to having Swerve suck your spike, you couldn't deny that the sight in front of you wasn't enticing.

Swerve was slowly bobbing his head down your length, his lips stretched around your spike with his oral lubricants. His optical ridges were scrunched up in concentration as he struggled a bit to take your spike down his intake. It was such an adorable sight, watching your lover struggle right after insisting that he could take you. And not to mention, his mouth did feel heavenly. Despite the fact it wasn't easy for him to take you into his intake, Swerve was very skilled with his glossa. He sucked on your spike hard, swirling his glossa around your length as he let out little choked moans.

"Hahhh...your doing so good for me sweetspark. So good," you sighed sensually as you place your servo on the top of his helm, rubbing reassuring circles. Swerve whimpered at your praise and petting, driving him to focus on taking you even deeper. Sooner than you expected, he takes you fully, to the hilt. "Nnghhh," Swerve let's out a low moan, wanting you to acknowledge his achievement. "You really did it," you said with genuine surprise in your voice. "I'm so proud of you sweetspark," you cooed as you continued to rub his helm.

Swerve gave a muffled whine as he grinded his open array into your pede, his spike already leaking and you could feel the wetness of his valve. "You're so needy aren't you," you muttered, patting Swerve's head. "If you can make me overload, I'll frag you as hard as you want," you promise him. Swerve nodded as eagerly as he could with his intake still impaled on your spike. He begins to bob up and down your length, able to take you in more easily now with his oral lubricants slicking up you spike. He lets out cute moans as he feels your spike hit the back of his intake and reach into he throat tubing. Still, he sucks your spike in earnest, leaving a sloppy mess on your spike that only increases your arousal. "There you go. Now there's a good bot."

[i-starcreamed]

i made a thing based on these hcs 🥹 enjoy, swerve enjoyers