im actually embarrassed to write in this blog for some reason and making another one would be pointless because who else is drawing weird swerve porn out there
hello…. i know u’ve been getting a lot of asks for swerve but i’d like to give you just one ☝️ more…. that being said swerve omorashi PLEAASE I LOVED YOUR WATERSPORTS STUFF SO MUCH 💔💔
do not worry about asking me to draw swerve, i do LOVE drawing him, i promise ehehehe :] i drew this SUPER fast, 10 minutes for this lil pissin fella!
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swerve hours. I bet his array would be so nice and fat, I wanna lick his chubby spike as he's squirming and babbling and then suck on his fat node ohhh godddd I want swerve to sit on my face so bad
i've been thinking about this since i saw his yap-ability... the plot barely exist but i thought of this post right here and went "oh, what if it went spicy?" and then conjured this.
scenario: movie night goes better than its supposed to.
"And- And then Bluestreak- Heh... H-He hAH-!" Swerve squirms on your lap, one of your servos pumping up and down his spike and your other servo slowly working up his valve, caressing the folds of his mesh as his lubricant spreading onto your digits. He's trying to tell how how Bluestreak felt about the movie but in honesty, you just want to hear his voice as he rambles, paying little attention to what he has to say.
It was supposed to be movie night. You two would cuddle up close to one another as you watched another one of what Swerve calls 'timeless Earth classics' together. He really, really seemed to love the media from that particular planet but you don't mind, if anything, you keenly watch along with him. But one thing lead to another and now he's on your lap, craving your attention.
The holoscreen continues to play the old Earth movie, black and white for some reason Swerve had explained to you but you just can't recall at the moment with how you're busy treating him, spoiling him.
"Wait Master, it might be dangerous... you go first."
The movie continues to play but neither of you pay any attention, Swerve does look like he's trying to but with both your servos on his array? Fat chance...
"Keep talking, sweet thing." You purr as he bites back a moan, charge surging through his array as you keep teasing him, working him up even more. The little bot is melting on your lap, his frame heated and don't get him started with how he can feel your warm panel grind right against his aft!
Primus- Were you trying to kill him!?
Swerve has no clue, but all he knows is that it feels good. Too good. His servos struggle to find any kind of support, settling for your forearms for now. He lets out a loud whine as your digits on his mesh gently press down on his blinking node. You're being real gentle with him, its soft. Loving even. But frag if that didn't make him absolutely desperate right now...
You're just smiling above him, like you're being cheeky! It.. gets to him..
"I-I can't focus on wh-hAH-!" He lets out a high pitched moan as the digits wrapped around his spike circle its tips around the duct of his spike, a bead of charge oozing onto your digit as you hum. Admiring your little lover squirming in your arms as his fluids glisten on your servos.
"Its alright, baby. I just wanna hear your voice." You lean closer to him, your servo on his spike moving back to the shaft, going up and down from the base to the top. You sound absolutely infatuated by him, like you can't get enough and he can see the affection in your optics as the servo by his valve parts his puffy bottom lips, mesh folds opening the channel to your mercy. Swerve whimpers as your digits graze the protoform mesh, almost shutting his stabilizers but your servos get in the way, keeping him splayed open.
"H-Honey, you're gonna kill me..." He mumbles out, using one of those nicknames from all the Earth media he watches. It's endearing to you, you can't help but smile a bit at that.
"You're strong, I know you can handle it." Your dermas kiss the side of his helm, your digits parting his plush valve lips. The way you say it, the softness of your voice... It makes his spark jump to the back of his intake. Swerve is absolutely weak for you. He greedily bucks his hips towards your servo as he groans, your digits almost entering but not yet in, its driving him up a wall. The servo wrapped around his spike goes even faster, all the segments of his spike stimulated by your steady servo-- He's so close!
"Mph- Primus..." He throws his helm back, melting on your lap. Two digits slide into his valve and he arches, the beautiful curve of his back struts making your engine purr out and he can feel it behind him. Your EM field enveloping him as he cries out, its beginning to overwhelm him; he can feel your lust, its wraps over his frame. Its intense. Not like his own EM field is tame, your torturous touches has left poor Swerve into a needy little puddle on your lap.
"Its alright, you're almost there." You sigh, your own components straining underneath your panels. Swerves squirming does nothing to help you, only adding to your desire with how its right beneath him. He unwittingly stimulates it with each thrash and buck of his little frame, he can probably feel the heat right beneath his aft...
Your thumb moves up to circle his node as your digits carefully continue to stretch him out. You lean further, wanting to get a good look at his face, looking down at him as he pants out. A loud whine from him as another digit enters, his slick valve leaving a mess on your lap. Charge surges through his array, the build-up stored in capacitors and near that euphoric tipping point.
"Please! Oh, m-more! I'm so close, sosososo close!" He rambles, moaning out some of the words as you drive him to the edge, three of your thicker digits curling inside him and stretching him out nicely. His valve is practically full with your digits, he bites down on his lower derma hard. His servos flailing around to grab onto something as he your digits go deeper, easily striking his sensor clusters as your thumb continues to massage his blinking node. His spike twitching violently in your other servo, a sign of that sweet overload about to hit him and you have to see his face when it happens.
"Let go for me, sweetspark." You murmur, your digit striking that sweet spot within his valve, your digits being sucked in further by his greedy slit. Swerves crashes down with a loud cry, his valve clenching down on your digits as transfluids sweep out, his throbbing spike spurting out fluid right onto his chassis.
He's a gorgeous mess- Swerve pants, his valve leaking out transfluid onto his lap as you bring up your digits, licking them off clean as the sensitive minicon tries to come down from a high. His vents steaming out and fans on full blast.
"Oh, th-that... That was great..." He pants out, looking up at you with that lopsided smile of his. He looks dazed despite the visor.
"It could be even better..." You say, that tone telling him that you wanted more and Swerve is more than happy to give in. He'll take everything he can for you, every praise and action because it really, really does make him feel loved. He looked excited.
"Hell yeah!" He exclaims, his frame is more than ready, spike seeming to repressure at the mere thought of another round. "Just... hah... give me a moment..." Swerve says, unashamed of the mess he's left on your lap. Panting hard, vents beginning to cool down a bit.
"Only when you're ready." You say gently putting him down on the couch you were sitting on, he groans as he feels the softness of the surface- a little disappointed that your warmth isn't surrounding him anymore but he knows that will change quickly.
"Believe me, I'm wayyyy more than just ready-" He can't seem to shut up whenever he's in that pleasure drunk state. Its cute.
"Alright then." You laugh a little at his enthusiasm, your larger frame looming over his as you bring your helm closer to his array, his components practically bubbling with excitement as red biolights pulse softly.
You don't need your servos to hold his spike, easily able to take the entirety in your intake but you want to take this slow, you like reminding him just how much you love him. The little bartender looks at you in anticipation. A moan leaves his vocalizer when you take the of his spike tip into your intake, your smooth dermas wrapping around it feeling heavenly as you slowly take it all in, segment by segment just to tease him.
You could very easily ravage him, you're bigger than he is by a longshot. Despite this, you chose to be so lovingly gentle, be such a.. tease. Not like Swerve complains, he thinks its actually kinda hot how much you hold back for him. Though... a part of him definitely does want you to just ruin him forever, callipers flexing down on nothing at the mere thought.
He bucks his hip up as your glossa teases the tip, a low whine from Swerve. The metallic taste of pre-fluid from his duct making its way through your taste receptors and you moan, your dermas pressed against the edges of his spike housing with how you've taken the entirety on his spike in. You start slowly bobbing your helm on his spike, your oral lubricant coating his length with every movement.
"h-hAH-" He squirms beneath you as you press you face in further. The poor minibot's frame is already sensitive from that last overload, he's very receptive. Swerve bursts into a flurry of cries and whines as you go on, a bit frustrated that his valve is left yearning for your touch as lubricants ooze onto the couch beneath. But he can't thinking of cleaning that up right now as you're sucking the spark out of him.
"Oh, Slag-! Mmmn- Frag- I need you to go faster right now! I'm so close-" He keeps rambling on about how good it feels, how he needs you to go faster. Let him overload, help him get there! He'll do anything at this point and it amuses you in a way but you're always gentle with him. You're not sure if you'd want to change that any time soon.
Your glossa goes up and down his spike, from the underside of his base to the twitchy tip leaking out beads of lubricant, sucking with purpose as his noises grow louder. His servos holding onto your helm for life. He's not strong enough to make you move by his own will unfortunately, so he can't really throat fuck you even if he'd really, really wanted to... Swerve is reliant entirely on you here. He is entirely under your mercy. There may be a bit of sadistic pleasure you get from that knowledge.
You moan as you taste more and more of him, his valve fluttering empty. Something you'll tend to soon, right after he-
A loud cry of your name leaves his vocalizer, Swerve overloads in your mouth, spurting transfluids into your intake and you swallow it all without hesitation, savouring the copper taste along with the way his charge cackles at the back of your intake. His spike begins to depressurize and he looks right into your face as your take it out of your intake, leaving his spike a slippery mess of your warm oral lubricant. He shudders as he feels the cold.
"...you're getting way too good at this." He pants out, trying to sit up and he gets a better look at you, kneeling down on the ground by the edge of the couch. Swerve doesn't know what's happening but you did not have him this dazed out the first time the two of you engaged in this sort of thing. You're learning his frame better, knowing where to touch and how to touch.
"You're talking about it as if its a bad thing..." You chuckle, wiping away some of his trans fluid at the corner of your intake with a single servo. The gesture leaves his faceplates a bit heated.
"Its not but how are we going to take care of you if you're gonna leave me knocked out two overloads in?" He mutters out, its cute how flustered he sounds when he says this despite just having his spark sucked out by you.
"...Fair point."
he's so cute..
i hc that when he's paired with a bigger bot, he kinda feels ashamed about getting handjobs cause his spike looks so much smaller in his partner's servos and it may bother him a bit. swerve nsfw hcs? someday idk...
i need a search bar for my drafts dawg the amt of scrolling hurts me
hii i've been dead for a while heeheee~ still recovering from a mind shattering flu atm but pushing through and coming in with some yummy nautilocity soup for the soul :]
