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fiber-optic-alligator · 4 months

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I would love to see some TFA swindle soft vore with a Gn!human <3

Thanks for the request, anon! Here it is! TFA Swindle is so silly, I love how funky he looks. Just a fun salesman who definitely has never broken any laws :D

Deal Or No Deal

Pairing: TFA Swindle x Gn!human Reader

WARNING: This story contains soft vore. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this story.

Word Count: 3230

Summary: After accepting a job as an errand runner for a local arms dealer, you are tasked with sneaking into a warehouse located in an old Detroit harbor freight yard and stealing a piece of Decepticon weaponry. Things go wrong when a certain money-hungry mech catches you red-handed and decides he is in charge of you’re fate.

You hate your job.

“It’ll be quick and easy.” You quietly hype yourself up as you walk past various decrepit buildings, your steps bouncing off of their walls and echoing around you, creating an ominous phenomenon in which it sounds like someone is following in your wake. Too many times you’ve glanced back just to make sure your imagination was simply running wild and you were truly alone.

“Just get in, find the piece, and get out.” You reach into your pants pocket and pull out the crumpled map of the freight yard. This part of the harbor is an unsavory neighborhood, too dated to be put to use, yet too expensive to gut and start anew. Thus, it’s trapped in a standstill, with local black market meetings happening frequently and without a hitch. Illegal materials are typically stored here too, due to the perfect real estate; not even the police are aware of how important this place really is.

Tonight, you will be finding one of those exact materials…and you will be stealing it.

“No problem. It’s no problem.” You study the map one last time, then tuck it away. “Find the prize. Get it to the boss. Easy. It’ll be fine.”

You aren’t a thief. Well, you weren’t a thief until now. But you're low on cash, and the threat of going broke is just too high. You don’t want to be out on the streets, so you went down a rough road: you’ve become an errand runner for hire. A local arms dealer wants you to smuggle an extremely powerful weapon out of the freight yard and into his hands. “It’s nothing I’ve ever seen before,” he had told you. “A cannon left behind by those Cybertronian-whatevers. It’s alien. And I want it.”

The amount of money he offered to pay you was too much for you to resist. So here you are, against your better judgment, robbing one horrible person for the benefit of another.

Well, you don’t know if this other person you're stealing from is horrible. The only information given to you about them was where they keep their goods. But judging from the fact that they’re directly contributing to Detroit’s crime rate, you have to assume they’re pretty terrible.

And so am I. You wince when you think about it. I’m no better. I’m a coward who can’t even land a real job.

No time to pity yourself. You chose this profession. There’s no chance for you to go back on it. At least after you complete this job, maybe you can return to some semblance of a normal life…if you aren’t arrested and sent to prison, that is.

The warehouse you are looking for sits right on the edge of the harbor. It’s massive, with shoddy wooden walls riddled with graffiti and sheets of cheap metal nailed to cover up holes. Standing before it now, you feel a shiver go down your spine. Definitely the creepiest place in Detroit, this building is.

Drawing in a deep breath, you head for the large sliding doors. One of them is just barely open. It’s enough space for you to slip through.

Inside, it’s dark. There are lights above, but there is no sign of a switch, and even if there was, you doubt they’d turn on. The warehouse is filled with giant boxes: crate after crate stacked upon each other, some of them reaching so high, you have to wonder just who the hell is in charge of this operation. It’s quiet. You remain still, holding your breath to listen for any signs of activity, like guards or people bringing in recent shipments.

Nothing.

Somehow, that causes you to be on edge even more.

You really, really hate your job.

According to your employer, the Cybertronian weapon is stored in a special crate marked with a Decepticon insignia. It’s one of a kind, so it should be relatively easy to find. You just have to hope it can be reached. As you tread lightly through the warehouse and peer up at the towers of storage, you're suddenly afraid you might have your first experience with using a forklift tonight.

Thankfully, luck seems to be on your side. You come across the crate quickly; it’s set up in the corner of the building, nestled between other boxes so it can be obscured. You only spot it because you know what you're looking for. The Decepticon symbol peeks out at you revealingly, like it wants to be found.

Jackpot, you think. Pushing the other boxes away, you grab your crowbar from your belt and wedge it between the crate’s cover.

For a moment, you pause. A nervous idea of this possibly being a trap crosses your mind, but then you dismiss it. There’s no way anyone could have known you were coming. You and your boss were alone that night when you discussed this plan. Grunting, you force the crate open. Wood cracks as the cover springs up. Excitement fills you when you eagerly peek inside.

Your heart drops.

There’s nothing there. It’s empty.

“Nononono.” You frantically sift your hands through the packing peanuts, but to no avail. The crate is devoid of anything but styrofoam.

You stumble back dazedly and press your hand to your head. This is a trap. Someone did know you were coming. But how? And who?

Low, steady thumping answers you.

It sounds like footsteps. No, they are footsteps. Heavy, boot-like pounding against the floor is accompanied by a large shadow casting over you. Suddenly, the warehouse lights blaze on. You have to shield your eyes to avoid earning a headache.

“Well, well, well,” a voice says. “What do we have here?”

You blink and lower your hands. Standing in front of you, towering above the stacks of crates, is a giant robot with dull golden armor and purple eyes. He gives you an easygoing smile and speaks with the same smooth voice you heard before. “And why might you be here, little mouse?”

You gape at him with no words you can say. The robot chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest. “Didn’t find what you were looking for?” He inclines his head to the crate. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, it’s not your fault. I knew your boss was going to make a move for the cannon way before he decided to send you for it.”

“I-I-uh-” you stammer.

“Yes?” he asks.

“G-Giant…r-robot.”

His smile widens and he raises a brow. “That’s what I am. The proper term would be Cybertronian, though.”

“Y-You're one of them.” Your eyes flicker to the scowling symbol on his chest. “You're a Decepticon.”

“Technically, yes. However, I consider myself a Decepticon in name only. I wear this badge as a sign of partnership with my best customers.”

“Customers?” you echo.

“Right. Guess I should introduce myself.” The mech extends his arms in an open greeting. “The name’s Swindle. I run a tight business of weapons selling, weapons building, weapons trading…basically, if you want something that’ll make your enemies go boom, I’m the guy you want to call. And you, little mouse, are currently stealing from me.”

You look around you. “Wait. So this…all of this…is yours?”

“Yup. It’s quite the haul, isn’t it? This loot is going to be spread all across Detroit to different buyers, Cybertronian or not. I don’t discriminate, you see. If you have the means to pay for it, I can get it for you. Earth is a violent place, little mouse. And where there’s violence, there’s money to be made.”

A compartment slides open from his chest. He reaches into it and pulls out a large gray cannon with the Decepticon coat of arms on its side. “This is what you came here for, right?” Swindle says. “Your boss wants it so he can blast a bunch of banks open.”

You swallow hard and nod.

“Let me ask you this.” He drops the cannon back in. The compartment closes, and he crouches down to get more on your level. “Do you think I like it when people steal from me?”

“I-I didn’t steal from you!” you answer.

“You were going to.”

“But I didn’t!”

“You had the intention, and that counts.” He shrugs. “I’m what you humans call a cool cat, kid. I do business and I go on with my life. But when I find little mice snooping around my warehouse, trying to take things that don’t belong to them…” His gaze darkens and he bares his teeth. “I decide it’s time to show my claws.”

You take a nervous step back. “I-I’m sorry! I really am! But I had no choice! I-I need this job! I need the money!”

For a moment, he simply studies you. Then he leans back into the calm attitude from before, and grins. “Hm. What if I were to offer you a deal?”

It takes you a moment to register what he just said. “A deal?” you say. “Why would you want to make a deal with me? I just tried stealing from you!”

“I know. Trust me, I’m not letting you off the hook. But I find myself feeling bad for you, little mouse. You're just someone who’s down on your luck and trying to get back on your feet. I appreciate that. And…I see potential in you.”

“…Potential?”

His eyes sparkle with dangerous intent. “Yes. Potential. You're small. Quick. You can sniff things out and have a great sense of direction while doing it. I could use someone like you. A stealthy little robber who can sneak in and get things that a giant lumbering robot can’t. Do you see where I’m going with this?” He pokes you gently in the ribs. You yelp and jump back. “I’m offering you a job.”

You rub your side and glare at him. “I already have a job.”

“Correction. You had a job.” Swindle tilts his head. “If you go back to your boss empty-handed, you’ll suffer for it. I know how he works, and trust me, what he does to those who fail isn’t pretty. But me? I’m fair. I’m lenient. Your work hours won’t kill you, and I’m not going to dump your dead body into the lake if something goes sour. This is an opportunity for you. What do you say?” He holds his hand out. “Do we have a deal?”

You eye his hand apprehensively, then take another step back. “No. I’m done with this. I never wanted to be a thief. I’m not working for a giant robot who can kill me at any chance.”

He throws his hands up, exasperated. “Did you not hear a word I just said?”

“I don’t care what you said!” You turn on your heel and march away. “What my boss does to me doesn’t matter anymore! I’m not going through with this sort of life!”

Swindle sighs, and his tone hardens. “Ah, geez, you're going to make me be the bad guy, huh. Alright, fine, I can be the bad guy.”

You let out a strangled shriek when you are unexpectedly yanked into the air. Swindle unceremoniously lifts you up by the back of your shirt, bringing you close to his face. “Listen, mouse,” he growls. “You have two options to choose tonight: either you agree to work for me, or I can sell you to other people who are worse than your boss. You want to end up collared and turned into a Decepticon’s pet?”

You stop your desperate struggle to stare at him in horror. “Y-You wouldn’t do that!”

“Wouldn’t I? I’m a daytrader, little one. I may specialize in weapons, but that doesn’t mean I don’t take up animal handling once in a while.” He shakes you a little, earning a cry from you. “So, what’s it going to be? This is a limited time offer, so you better make up your mind while it lasts.”

You stare at him, and you know he’s being completely serious. You have no option here except to agree to his terms. A pit forms in your stomach with roots of anxiety spreading through you, thriving on your fear. He notices how you’ve begun to shake, and grins with the knowledge that he has you.

He holds his hand out to you once more. “I’ll ask again. Do we have a deal?”

You hesitate…then reluctantly extend your own hand to him. He takes your palm between his index finger and thumb and shakes it gently. “There.” Swindle looks satisfied. “Was that so hard? You’ve made the right choice, little mouse. Now, for your punishment.”

“Wait, what?” You yank your hand back. “Punishment? What punishment!?”

“The punishment.” He says this like it’s common knowledge. “You tried to steal from me. I just can’t let that go. What kind of message would I be spreading to the competition if they were to know I’m too soft with thieves?”

“But I accepted your terms! I work for you now! What more could you want from me?”

He tsks and shakes his head. “This has nothing to do with the deal, little mouse. This has everything to do with the fact that your old boss thinks I’m someone he can send his cronies to steal from.” He lifts you higher, and his gaze softens, only for a moment. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. You're still a greenie in the trade, so there’s no reason to draw this out. Just relax and everything will be fine.”

You squirm and clutch at the fingers holding you, confused. “What are you-?”

He opens his mouth. You find yourself staring down into the abyss of his throat, pulsing with a gentle purple light. Then your eyes widen and your heart crashes when he begins lowering you towards it.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” you yell while you squirm, kick, flail, do anything you can to fight back against what you realize is happening. “PUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWN!”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the gaping jaws below you. Swindle’s tongue shifts with excitement and anticipation. The sight makes you scream until you think your own throat might bleed.

The more you fight, the faster Swindle lowers you. You curse and threaten, so terrified that you aren’t even aware of what you are saying at this point, fresh tears pouring down your face.

“SWINDLE, PLEASE, DON’T-!”

You break into a scream when he drops you.

The impact is softer than what you brace for, and you fall onto his tongue with an “Oof.” For a moment, you lay there, little cries coming out with your rapid-tempo breaths, heart beating so hard you think you may have a heart attack.

And then you come to your senses, and realize where you are.

You are in Swindle’s mouth.

You scramble forward, moving to throw yourself out of the sticky deathtrap, but it is too late; the robot’s teeth click closed, cutting you off from the outside world. “Nonono!” You bang your fists frantically on them. “Please, let me out! I don’t want to die! P-Please don’t do this!”

Hot air wafts over your body when Swindle chuckles. The muscle beneath you moves and begins to slowly push you backwards. Thick globs of saliva suck at your legs as you are forced back towards his throat.

“No, stop!” You claw at his tongue, trying everything in your power to prevent yourself from going down. The giant tilts his head back.

With a loud squelching gulp, Swindle swallows, and you are sucked into his esophagus, the powerful muscles pulling you down.

So many things happen at once. Your body is massaged from all sides by the throat, leaving you all but completely immobile. The sound of Swindle’s internal workings is thunder in your ears, so loud that you can’t even hear yourself think.

The most terrifying noise, however, is the growling and gurgling coming from below. An ominous reminder of where you are ultimately going to end up.

You are squeezed into the stomach and fall into the squishy chamber that, as soon as it is aware of your presence, closes in. From all sides you are massaged and kneaded by thick, muscular walls of synthetic organ that rubs saliva and fluid all over you. You push at the walls with a terrified air of desperation, your lungs constricting like you can’t breathe. “Let me out!” you beg your captor. “Please, I don’t want this!”

Swindle rumbles out another chuckle that sounds so much deeper now that you are in here. The walls quiver, laughing right along with him. “I don’t care what you want, little mouse. I’m your boss now, and I want you to sit in there and think about what you’ve done.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry for trying to steal from you! Just please, spit me up! I-I don’t want to die!” Your voice breaks. The situation is truly hopeless now.

Swindle groans. “Geez, how many times do I have to tell you, kid? You're not going to die. Do you feel any acid in there? Is your skin melting off of your bones?”

You pause and look at your arms. The glow of the mech’s biolights gives you a dim image of your limbs: sticky and slimy…but not in any pain, and certainly no terrible wounds visible.

“…No,” you mumble in disbelief.

Swindle speaks to you like a parent does with their child. “See? You're in no pain. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. You're safe. Now relax and settle down.”

“If I’m safe, then why did you decide to eat me?!”

“I already said this. You need to learn a lesson. A few hours in there will teach you not to steal from others…well, at least, not to steal from me. You’ll be doing plenty of theft in the future. But I’ll pay you for it, and you’ll never have to worry about going hungry or living on the streets ever again.”

Your fear begins to diminish, and it’s replaced with indignation. “Of all the ways to teach me a lesson, it had to be like this?”

The stomach shakes boisterously when Swindle laughs. “Sorry, kid. I had to scare the crap out of you somehow so you’d learn. You need to know your place in this profession.” He presses his hands right over where you are tucked inside and gives you a little squeeeze. “Now sit tight and relax for me, okay? I’ll let you out in a few hours. You're safe.”

You grumble and give the stomach walls a disgruntled shove. The organ flexes to hug you, forcing you to sink into the warmth. Now that you’ve calmed down, you find that it’s actually…kind of nice in here. The constant massaging feels good on your exhausted body. The soft violet glow is soothing to your eyes. And though you hate to allow yourself, because you're still rather pissed off with him…you finally relax.

“There you go,” he murmurs. “That’s right. Nice and warm.” The walls ripple when he gives his abdomen a pat. “You know, I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.”

You give in and release a soft breath. You’ve gotten yourself into quite the pickle here. But with how warm it is, and relaxed you are…maybe working for this robot won’t be so bad.

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uselessmicrowave · 8 months

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Hello!

Sorry if this is a very specific ask, but can I request for TFA Swindle with a giant predacon mech reader who's going through heat? Just like headcanons on how Swindle would help them and stuff like that 😅

“Listen, sweetspark, baby, it’ll ruin my paint if you bit me.” “It’d be like tearing paper bills in half!” “I- Oh! Mmnnn… I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt that bad…”

He'd hate the idea at first, eventually melting into the comfort that, yes, you will clean up his plating afterward, and, yes, you would be gentle enough with him.

You'll have to push his faceplates against a pillow and have him lay on his tanks, or else you run the risk of everyone hearing you (he likes that, though).

Swindle will eventually give in after enough edging or teasing. He'll beg for you to breed him, touch him like shareware or use him as a frag-toy.

He will thank you fall into recharge as soon as you're finished with aftercare.

The next day, Swindle will whine about the cheap job you did on his paint (because your scratch and bite marks are still very, very visible) or how his whole frame aches.

Don't listen to his complaining, though. It's obvious he loves it.

#valveplug #tfa #transformers animated #tfa x reader #tfa swindle #swindle #swindle x reader #tfa swindle x reader

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emotionallyattachednerd · 9 months

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His Princess Part 2 ❙ EP Swindle x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 3000+ 😲

Warnings: Smut ( tocuhing, fingering, oral and spike penatration all nearing the end ) possessive behaviour, some angst and size difference. NSFW 18+.

Notes: So this happened. Why the hell do I get carried away with these? I don't know how to write a short story lol. I would like to thank @strawverrysweet for their request, and hope you don't mind it being long. I turned it into a part 2 from the first one I did here. There's smut, there's angst, read on to find out how it ends. 😅

Tips☕

It's been days since you last saw Swindle. You both had your first fight, or argument, you weren't very sure what to call it, but it happened and now you are riddled with sadness and guilt.

On each visit he would get you gifts. First it starts small, to the point he got you an actual diamond necklace. That's how the fight started. You questioned and he bluntly admitted he stole it for his princess. You didn't like the fact he was stealing and he didn't understand why you were upset about it.

He left in annoyance, leaving you to drown in misery. You missed him and desperately wanted to see him.

It wasn't right though and he shouldn't have done that.

Back at your home you look out your window with the view of the thick trees surrounding the area. You were blessed to have a place outside the city and to settle in nature.

You just finished washing up when you hear the familiar transformation sound from outside. You hurry outside the door where you find Swindle.

You honestly had no idea what to say or if he wanted to speak first, but you did move forward and hug him around his giant leg. You missed the big dummy.

It seems he approves because he ends up letting out a soft cackle and picking you up under his servo, making you hug his digit next as he brings you up to his optic level.

"Hi princess." He smiles while bringing you closer. "Miss me?"

"Yeah." You admit through a defeated groan. "I was worried about you. I'm sorry we fought, it's just..." You go quiet as you think over your words.

Swindle seems quiet as well. His optics were shifted around, as if he was nervous, but you weren't quite sure what he was thinking. Before you could ask anything you felt his large digit move towards your neck where you are wearing the diamond necklace he stole for you.

"You're wearing it." He smiles broadly. "Looks so pretty on you."

As much as you don't like that he stole it, you love how it looks on you, and you've been wearing it since he left those days before.

"It does look pretty." You admit through another defeated huff through a smile. "Just...promise, no more stealing. I don't need luxury things, all I want is you." You admit warmly as you press a tender kiss against the padding of his digit.

He seems surprised to hear you say this, then conflicted, worried. Seriously, what is the big guy thinking? Maybe you are saying too much?

"Swindle? Listen, I get if this is too much, or weird for you. You're a giant robot and I'm a human, but we already live in a weird universe, right? Things happen for a reason. I need you. I've been a depressive mess while you were gone, made me realise just how much I want to be with you."

Your words seem to hit him differently, a feeling he's probably not really felt much in his long lifetime.

"Princess, I care about you too." Hearing his confession must've not been easy for him. "I want you to be safe. Which is why I need to go."

Go?

"Why?" You manage to ask through the lump forming in your throat and eyes glazing over.

"Because it's not safe. It won't be forever, I'll come back again, but I do need to disappear for a bit until things settle."

"Take me with you." You suddenly say to him, clinging onto his digit refusing to let go. "I can handle it. Swindle," you stare up at him, concerned filling your eyes, "is someone after you?"

The answer is in his face, you see it. Yes, someone is after him.

Suddenly, a bright blue rope shoots out and wraps tightly around Swindle's arm, yanking him back forcefully. You gasp at the sudden movement while he brings you closer against his chassis with his free servo to prevent you from falling.

You have no idea what's going on but you suddenly find your home surrounded by dark dressed people, large vehicles and weapons drawn towards Swindle, more electrified ropes being shot out at his legs to prevent him from escaping, than his other was yanked out, the one you sat in and held on to prevent yourself from being tossed onto the ground.

"NO!" You scream as you cling into Swindle's digits tightly. "STOP IT! Leave him alone!"

"Drop the girl!" You hear one of the men speak through a megaphone.

"I ain't dropping her stupid human!" Swindle shouts back as he tries to get free from the ropes. If he did drop you, it'll be a hard landing.

"Swindle." You hear another deep voice and look over Swindle's digit to see a bright blue and red robot approach. You knew then that they were still around after all those years ago, and this is Optimus Prime. "It's over. Surrender yourself and come quietly. Let the human go, please."

"Unless you want her to have a rough landing, I suggest one of you catch her." Swindle glares back. He was fighting it, the concern for you. He fears to show he cares about you and you know it's not meant to be in a hurtful way but to put you out of danger.

Some people slowly approach below with what looks like a safety blanket to catch you. Your reaction is dumb, but you can't help yourself as you remove one of your slippers and peg it at one of their heads, catching them off guard a little.

"Screw you and go to hell."

It's Swindle that moves his servo, forcing you to slip from him. You look up as you fall and see his faint smile, a smile of sympathy. He cares, you know this and he'll keep you out of danger as best he could.

Once you're caught you don't make it very easy for them as they end up putting you into a van with guards. You look out the tinted window at Swindle as he's being arrested, your heart breaking yet again as you're taken away.

They took you somewhere, a building, or bunker, you weren't quite sure, but you gave them the silent treatment. You refused to answer any of their questions or reveal anything about Swindle. They call themselve GHOST but you hardly care. You were forced to hear them speak, about any involvement with a decepticon and how she knew him, but you didn't crack.

A part of you wanted to scream at them and demand to see Swindle, but you also knew that wouldn't be very smart. If they are to find out anything going on between the two of you, you didn't know what they might do next and you didn't really want to find out either.

But you are worried for Swindle. What are they going to do to him? Where are they taking him? Were you ever going to see him again?

You're held there for a time, you couldn't be too sure how long but eventually you were allowed to go home. You have no doubt that you'll be watched but you don't care about that.

Back at your home you try to distract yourself from recent events and it doesn't take long for you to cry into your pillow, letting out hitched sobs feeling more alone than ever before.

Your hand comes up to your necklace, fingers tracing over the diamonds before clutching them. It is all you have that reminds you of him, and you never wanted to forget him.

As the days turn into months, just when you thought things couldn't get worse they did. Something weird was happening in Witwicky, and everyone was forced to evacuate.

You honestly didn't know what was happening as everyone was forced to leave and take shelter, and you doubt anyone knew what was happening. But after a long night it was over? You were allowed to return back home then, but you knew something went down.

Whatever it was, you hope it is gone for good.

As you returned back to your home you were glad everything looked the same, but there was one of those GHOST vans parked out front, and a man standing near your front door.

"Can I help you? Not that I want to help you at all..." You say as you approach, arms crossed and without a care. He ignores what you say.

"It's good you got out when you could. My name is Agent-I mean, just call me John." You did sort of recognize him when Swindle was arrested, had a much more serious tone than, but now he sounds lost, defeated. "As you can see a lot happened but I'm not going into detail, I'm here for something else."

You narrow your eyes at the man, unsure what that means.

"Do you trust Swindle?" Now that was a question you weren't expecting.

"Yeah...I do." You answer, trying to sound convincing. "Why do you ask?"

There is a long pause before he exhales. "Alright! Fine...come on out."

From behind your home you see Swindle come out of hiding and your breath hitches. He's here!

Dropping your bag you run over and leap into his open servo as he kneels down, holding you close against him as you embrace the big bot.

"Hey princess." He says as you kiss the corner of his lips through your beaming smile.

"I missed you." You truly did miss your robot boyfriend.

It's John that clears his throat. "Alright, so, whatever you two have going on here it's none of my business. I will say though you'll both be watched, carefully, and Swindle you're not allowed to cause trouble or run off. You're to stay put!"

"Don't talk to me as if I'm a bad pet!" Swindle snaps at the man, but his attention is brought back to you when you caress his cheek plating.

"Stay with me, please." You wanted him to stay, forever.

Swindle looks at you, optics slowly softening before he finally nods with a sigh. "Alright, but only for you, not him." He sends a glare to John.

He keeps his promise and stays. Turns out the decepticons all helped save the world and were given a third chance to redeem themselves, and they finally accepted. Of course they were to work together with the autobots but you were just happy to have Swindle back in your life.

You even got to meet his brother who he spoke about. He knew about the two of you, and he seems fine with it. You think others know as well but none are going to question it, ever.

You did question Swindle if they hurt him while he was in prison. He didn't want to talk about it. Something happened, but you didn't want to push it out of him. If he wants to talk about it he will when he's ready you told yourself. But you knew that whatever happened, he got hurt. You didn't want him getting hurt ever again.

One night he had a surprise for you, one you've been wanting for a long time and he is finally going to give it to you, literally.

In your barn you lay naked on the bales of hay covered by a soft blanket for yourself. You only wear the diamond necklace, a gentle request by Swindle.

"Oh I've missed this." He purrs in delight as his digits gently run over your naked form.

In the position you laid you are in perfect level with him. You both want this to be as pleasant as possible without any struggles. As excited as you are, you are also nervous.

He seems to notice this. "You alright princess?" His digit is gently rubbing against your inner thigh as he leans closer.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just been a while since we've had any fun." You answer through a heated sigh as he touches you in the right spots. He never forgets and always knows your sweet spots.

"If you want to wait-" You cut him off.

"No, please. I've waited. I want to try. I'll let you know if it becomes too much, but I want to try." You say fondly, running you hand over one of his servo against you.

He smiles and leans closer, sharing a kiss with you as you hold his face and kiss him back tenderly. You gasp into his lips when you feel his digit stretch your core, slowly pumping as you use your hand to rub at your clit to build up your arousal more.

You want to be so ready for him.

He adds a second digit making your back arch and mewl out and clench on on him, hearing him hiss as he did this to his digits gets him all heated and aroused himself.

"Oh sweet spark, I love your reactions. So lively!" You hear him say with a smug look on his face.

"Only for you!" You know he loves that, to praise him and let him know who you belong to.

"That's right, all mine. You're my beautiful princess."

He removes his digits from your core leaving you wet and empty, then you hear the familiar sound of his panel shifting and throbbing cable emerging.

Glancing down you see it. Standing tall and tarped tip leaking fluids, using his servos to spread your thighs wider and tugging you to the edge of the covered bales right at his level.

It is without a doubt you knew you won't be able to take all of him. He laid himself across your core and belly, the tip ending right between your breasts. Yeah, not all will fit, but some will.

Slowly he rubs himself against you, drawing out heated gasp from you as he lets out short grunts, fluids leaking out and coating against your skin. The sight of you makes Swindle moan in delight.

"Here we go." He says, as if to warn you while he grabs himself and moves himself lower, pressing against you.

You are so wet already so the tarp tip of his cable slid in with ease, but the more he pushed forward the bigger he got and the tighter you became.

You can't help the moans and gasps that leave your plump lips. Feeling yourself stretch so much was something you've never felt before, and it really gets your heart pumping.

Swindle isn't dumb and knows to be careful. He was surprised you managed to take the first bit of him, watching on as he sank inch by inch, a bulge forming at your belly before stopping himself. He isn't even half way, but this is all you can take of him.

"Fuck..." You whimper out as you squeeze your eyes closed, choked groans leaving you. You felt so full, letting out surprising gasps from the twitching coming from his cable buried deep in you.

"You doing alright?" He asks from above you as he stays still, violet optics illuminating across your naked quivering body.

"Y-yeah." You manage to answer, moving your hand down across the bulge that has formed making your breath hitch. "Holy shit...you fill me so much. I can feel everything!"

"You feel very snug, princess, it feels so good. I promise to be careful." Swindle assures you before you feel him slowly moving out from you, only to give a short and slow thrust back forward again, causing both him to grunt and you to moan loudly.

He was huge! Of course you already knew this, but now experiencing it is a whole new feeling. You feel every slow movement he gives, every ridge rubbing against your inner walls, and every push his tarp tip pressed up against your belly. The pain wasn't bad, if you want to call it that, but the pleasure is burning through every inch of you like wildfire, and you love every moment of it.

Swindle makes sure to keep himself steady and not lose control of himself. His instincts were telling him to bury himself fully but that isn't going to happen. He's enjoying himself very much, and is proud to see you are loving this as well.

Soft mewls left you with each movement he gives, thrusting himself into you gently as you grip into the blanket under you, feeling the rocking motion both from him and the bales you laid upon.

Moving your hand again to your clit you rub yourself in circular motions and your other lays across where you feel Swindle's cable pressing up against your belly over again, and bringing you closer to your orgasim.

"Oh princess, so fragging good." You hear Swindle say above you before you open your eyes, smiling through the blooming pleasure about to erupt through you.

His grip on you tightens as he lets out a long strained groan, movements becoming shorter and firmer as his cable throbs, surrounded by your clenching tight depths.

"Swindle...fuck...I'm about ot cum!" You warn, seeking that approval from him, but it seems he isn't far off either.

"Do it! Frag!" He curses out before his thrusts turn jerky and you feel a sudden burst of warmth filling you deeply.

You cum with arched hips and a loud cry, whimpering as you feel his fluids filling you so much that it expands against your belly and out around his cable inside you still.

You both remain like this for a time, heavy breaths and venting filling the barn, before eventually Swindle slowly removes himself. You feel his cable retreat, followed by his fluids that your body isn't able to hold onto and lay there in a tired and blissful mess.

Swindle leans down and touches your face tenderly through a proud smile. "You did so nicely, so proud of you."

"Thank you...you were amazing." You answer back fondly.

He shares a kiss with you. You never want to let him go again, and you think he felt the same way about you.

#transformers #earthspark #swindle #swindle x reader #reader insert #robot x human #angst #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag

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my-writings-and-musings · 1 year

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could i request headcanons for EarthSpark swindle? Maybe how he'd keep ghost away from his s/o? Or some general fluff ? Love your Earth Spark content!

I was actually just thinking of this bot the other day, so absolutely! Thank you so much anon, there's lots more coming! I wrote a little fluffy piece of this usually smooth mech struggling with all his new FEELINGS, I hope you like it!

You recognized the hum of his engine as soon as it echoed up your long, winding country driveway. Hurrying to the door, you flung it open just in time to see the familiar yellow and purple SUV veering about the last curve, and felt your customary surge of relief upon confirming he was unharmed. Not having any concerns about privacy on your isolated plot of land, Swindle transformed into his bipedal mode, a sizable group of boxes popping from his interior and balancing on his arm. His expression brightened when he saw you hurrying out to meet him.

"There you are! What took so long?" you asked in a rush, having expected his arrival over an hour prior. It took everything in you not to throw your arms about his leg for a hug. You wouldn't deny you'd spent every last minute of the delay worrying about him, and needed to know if he'd had any trouble during the trip. Him being five times your height didn't stop you from feeling protective.

"I thought I had a bot on my tail, so I took the long route." he explained with a shrug, dropping to one knee so he could stack his assortment of boxes on your porch. Smirking with pride at the sizable collection of goods, he puffed his chest out as he watched you check over the package labels, eager as always to provide for you. "That freight yard was well stocked, I was able to grab everything on your list. You're welcome, by the way!"

"Thank you, I really needed these." you said gratefully, now stocked up on food and essentials for at least another month. Even before he'd come into your life, your remote home had necessitated similar supply drops, but thanks to his particular skillset you no longer had to pay for the hassle. You'd have felt bad about the thievery if simply befriending Swindle hadn't forced you into a life of self isolation for your own safety. Having always been a bit of a loner anyway, you didn't mind forgoing contact with all of humanity if it meant you had this mech in your life, and with all he provided you were living quite comfortably regardless. You didn't even have to worry about a power bill after he'd had a chance to do some rewiring at the local substation.

Grabbing the first box of assorted foods to carry it insiy, you paused when a bit of deja vu sparked your memory. This wasn't the first time Swindle had been late due to caution, but it had been happening far more as of late. You felt compelled to ask for details as you began carrying boxes into your entryway for later sorting. "You've been a lot more cautious about these trips lately. Something got you on edge?"

"Me? Nah." he answered quickly, brushing off your concern with a literal handwave. Finding the reply a little too quick to believe, you gave him a look as you hefted another box, encouraging him to keep talking. Easily tempted into doing so, he continued deflecting your concern with a smirk and explained himself further. A careful digit tussled your hair in a gesture you dared to call affectionate. "I just don't want anyone messing with my favorite fleshy, alright? If some nasty Autobot follows me here, they'll try and smush you for sure."

"Oh really?" you asked, playing ignorant even though you knew all too well what he was saying had a lot of truth. GHOST had no interest in letting Cons live freely, and the Autobots were readily following their orders, meaning you'd be caught in quite the crossfire if they ever came for Swindle. That scared you far less than the idea of losing the mech you'd come to know and love. A rush of soft affection warmed your heart when you realized his behavior meant he had to feel the same way. For all of his bluster and carefree attitude, this bot was desperate enough to keep you safe that he went hours out of his way just to be sure he wasn't bringing the enemy home. Stepping past the boxes he'd brought, you surprised him with a hand on his cheek, looking up into his intense purple optics as they widened in surprise.

"Well, good thing I've got a big strong mech keeping me safe." you said softly, the gratitude in your voice making it impossible to pretend you were merely playing. Swindle was quiet, as he often was in reaction to these little tender moments that always seemed to overwhelm him.

Clearing his vents, he winked in a bid to return the mood to something more lighthearted, though he couldn't hide the softness in his voice as he laid a digit on your hand in recognition. From his tone alone, you knew he would never leave your side.

"You know it, gorgeous..."

#transformers #maccadam #transformers: earthspark #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #earthspark #earthspark spoilers #swindle #earthspark swindle #human reader #self insert #swindle x reader #tf imagines #tfe #tf earthspark spoilers

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pleasantspark · 2 years

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for my silence you must fuck me! by Brxkxn_Fxxth

Fandoms: Transformers Animated (2007)

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

M/M

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Swindle (Transformers)/You

Swindle (Transformers)

You

Reader

you know what i don't even know whats wrong with me

i found out the reason why i don't feel good is because there was mold in my room

i might have mold poisoning now

i have a shit ton of dirty dishes in my room

what does this have to do with this fanfiction?

nothing really because i don't have much to say about this fic

and my adhd refuses to die down

i just got back on my morning meds actually so that may be the reason why

Valves (Transformers)

Valve Play (Transformers)

swindle won't shut his godamn mouth

i haven't watched transformers animated in awhile

so excuse swindles piss poor personality take

Keeping Quiet

Kinktober 2022

Kinktober

Transformers Kinktober 2022

Brxkxn_Fxxth Kinktober 2022

Prompt: Keeping Quiet

Summary:

swindle has tricked you once again and it makes you mad, but he decided to threaten you with turning you in to the autobots, as an exchange for his silence, you agree to the offer of giving swindle the most mind boggling sex… only for you to wonder, will he actually be silent in the comforts of the location where the two of you agreed upon, the warehouse? [ swindle x mech! cybertronian! reader ] kinktober day twenty one: keeping quiet.

Series:

Part 21 of Kinktober 2022

Part 29 of Transformers

Part 5 of Transformers Animated

“You’re the one who keeps returning to me though, it’s almost as if you love me~ like you secretly adore me~ and want to be my sparkmate~ Any sane bot would leave me be after being swindled by me, and won’t return to my services~” Swindle teases.

“...”

You thought about it for a bit, you did return back to the same dealer after he gave you failed products time and time after again, and more than once you did catch yourself admiring his features. The sleek yellow paint job with yellow and gray highlights made you weak in the kneecaps.

But… Your morals state this was far worse than him leaking your recorded sessions, if word got out that you fucked a decepticon, it could lead to death or worse, exilation to the sea of rust, shaking your helm you turned to face the bot.

“A-And if this doesn't ensure that I will be safe from you snitching on me?” You asked.

To which the salesman chuckles. “Clever mech. I reassure you that I will NOT tell a single soul what occurred here today, ya secrets safe with me!” Swindle said, you glared at him a bit. And sighed.

If this was going to be the reason for those incriminating videos to be removed, then it’s better late than nothing. Annoyed by this in general, you turned away. “Fine then, let’s do it.”

Swindle smirked. “A deals a deal then, young bot.”

#transformers #transformers animated #transformers animated swindle #tfa swindle #swindle #swindle x reader #maccadam #kinktober #kinktober day twenty-one #kinktober 2022 #. 🎃 ; kinktober 2022 #. 💞 ; txt

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devilart2199-aibi · 4 days

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Some Decepticon Valentines I never got around to finishing 💔

#transformers #transformers fanart #tf knockout #knockout #soundwave #swindle #shockwave #transformers x reader #tagging this bc i feel you guys would appreciate them haha #made my some of my favorite silly guys #maccadam #maccadams

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pinkanonwrites · 21 days

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I am absolutely eating up the asks for the au, I would love to hear a little about swindle with fairies👀.

I'm happy to deliver! I feel like Swindle doesn't deal in fairies too much, mainly because they're hard to catch, hard to keep, and hard to find buyers for in this day in age. However, fairies also have a proclivity for finding and enchanting artifacts and weapons, which is something Swindle is always in the market for.

So rather than dealing with the stress of capturing, managing, and eventually finding buyers for multiple fae, Swindle instead focuses his attention on striking a mutually-beneficial deal with a single pixie, offering room, board, and protection in exchange for using their magical attunement to help him track down pricey artifacts. It certainly helps that most fairies don't have the best understanding of equivalent value, as they usually just barter and trade between each other to satisfy their desires.

"Not bad, not bad at all!" He croons, turning the dagger over a couple times in his hands as his fairy stares up at him in anticipation, fluttering their creased and injured wings. It glinted in his hands despite the age, mythril filigree along the handle thrumming with unidentified magic. "Now, what does my sweet pet want in return for a job well done?"

The fairy beams, scampering over to one of the books open on Swindle's work table and pointing frantically at one of the drawings of plants within. Swindle drags the book across the desk to himself, fairy perched eagerly upon the page.

"You want a pomegranate? A whole one, to yourself?"

The fairy nods, even more furiously. A wicked grin creeps its way across Swindle's face.

"You drive a hard bargain, sweetheart! But... I suppose that can be arranged."

#transformers #knightformers #tf au #swindle #tf swindle #transformers x reader #x reader #swindle x reader #lovenotcomputed #pink chat #maccadam

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ppnuggie · 9 months

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can i get some tfe tarantulas and swindle headcanons with an s/o who doesn’t really talk much and is known for mostly communicating with lil noises. then one day a subject s/o is very passionate about is brought up and suddenly they have enough words for the entire planet?? thank youuu

　　　　　　EARTHSPARK x gn reader

　　　　『　swindle ,, tarantulas ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> reader who’s usually quiet gets really passionate all the sudden

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, comfort ish

　　— tysm for the request :) !! took a little break from requests to clear my mind bc i was kinda having writers block . got a new theme 💪💪 soundwave ofc 😼 requests will still be closed ,, but ill open them when im done with them all ,, also tysm for 1000 followers ! :)

- tarantulas

| • hes quick to pick up this habit of yours with how perspective he can be ,, a trait hes gotten from being a scientist

| • he also notes the topics you happen to be passionate about ,, bringing them up on days you dont really seem to be yourself on

| • the mech loves to hear you talk ,, always in a high mood when you suddenly start talking up a storm

| • he'll ask questions about the topic ,, or do anything to keep you going ,, its a nice break from working on his usual experiments

- swindle

| • he notices how little you talk at first ,, but he doesnt really care ,, if it means you wont cause problems for him

| • though he mentions something you particularly like whilst he was ranting about his latest failure of getting hardtop back

| • then all the sudden youre talking his audial sensors off

| • " woah where'd all that come from ?" he asked with a smirk ,, enjoying how nice your voice sounds

| • he learns over the time what you get passionate about ,, and if its an object ,, he'll try to get it for you on his outings

#transformers x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #earthspark swindle #swindle #swindle x reader #earthspark tarantulas #tarantulas x reader #tarantulas #transformers swindle #transformers tarantulas #transformers earthspark #tfe x reader #tfe #🌎.tarantulas #🌎.swindle #🌎.earthspark

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sunntownn · 1 year

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He'd flirt if you're paying him

#art #digital art #transformers #transformers x reader #decepticons #swindle #tfe swindle #transformers earthspark

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mrsoharaa · 4 months

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cw: handsy/touchy satosugu, heavy make out session, veryyy highly suggestive.

You spot Suguru and Satoru commencing in a heavy, panting messy make out session in the far, dark corner of the blaring, overcrowded club and now (you spot them with Satoru's bright ass hair), suddenly, you find yourself pulled in between the two towering men. Suguru against your back and Satoru standing in front of you, wide, rough hands roaming all over you and needy, wet lips peppering and smothering every crevice of skin they can consume upon you.

"You seemed interested...so why not join us angel?" The sheer sound of Suguru's lulling, rasp voice alone ignites a kindled fire in the midst of your swarming belly. Awakening a warm, sticky sensation between the plain of your soft, plush thighs. "Seemed more lonely and desperate to me then anything" Satoru mocks coyly, licking up along the full of your pretty lips. Eating up your annoyed grumbles rumbling from your chest. "Don't be rude, Satoru...sharing is caring" Suguru's enticing hands trail down the curves of your hips, pulling you into his lap as his friend chuckles against your lips, greedily feeding off from your tense aura radiating off of you.

#my brain is just thinking of random things atm lol #had a steamy idea of being swindled between the two heavily making out...and now they make you join them...tongues and all #satosugu #satosugu x reader #jjk

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in1-nutshell · 3 months

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Hello! It's me Again! Firstly, I want to say thank you so much and I really enjoy/love it!

If it's okay to request could you do another part of this request (Elita One's twin sister w/ Sg Blackarachnia)?

The reactions/interactions of other Cons, Shockwave, Lockdown, Swindle (you can change/add Wasp or other cons, if you like);

Or reactions/interactions of Autobots (team Prime)?

(Takes place after reuniting with Optimus Prime, Autobots meeting Bot and their reactions/interactions to her)

also if it's okay to make a one of them as a separate request?

(Sorry if it's too much/complicated. Also take your time and thank you so much!)

She is back!!! Our Spider is back!!

I will be posting the second part to this request later on.

Hope you enjoy!

Elita One's twin sister with SG! Blackarachnia's personality reaction to Shockwave, Lockdown, Swindle, and Wasp

SFW, Platonic, Hint of Romantic, Slight Angst, Cybertronian (techno organic) reader

TFA

As Megatron’s personal and only medic in the Decepticon army, Buddy sometimes had to travel where he went. From across the mountains to someone on the opposite end of the screen. That was how she got to know many mechs in the army.

“We are going out.”--Megatron

“We?”--Buddy

“You and I.”--Megatron

“Me? Sorry, not today My Lord. I have to work on the med bay.”--Buddy

“What needs to be done in the med bay?”--Megatron

“Not going to tell you because then you’re just going to get someone else to do it. And no one here can organize my stuff the right way. I was trying to fix Blitzwing’s servo, my tool kit was nowhere to be found. For about half an hour I was searching for it, and it was under your throne. Who puts stuff there?”—Buddy

“You have been stuck here for the last couple of cycles. I do think it is wise for you to get out and stretch your struts.”--Megatron

“You would love to see that wouldn’t you?”--Starscream

“Starscream!”--Megatron

“Wait what did he say?”--Buddy

“Nothing! We are going!”--Megatron

Megatron grabbing Buddy’s servo and leaving without a word.

When Buddy met Shockwave, it was through the main screen in the Decepticon HQ on Earth.

Shockwave had all her information from her Academy records. To say he was skeptical of Buddy’s position on the team was an understatement.

It wouldn’t be the first time the Decepticons would have a former Autobot change sides. No doubt Buddy would be the last one to do so either.

In this case, however, it nearly seemed too good to be true.

Shockwave going through going through Buddy’s file before the video meeting.

“Let’s see here… death certificates with no body found… former student at the Autobot Academy…several medical certifications, impressive… Special powers? Strange... Excellent marksmanship… Former protégé of some field tech, boring… Most likely to follow the Prime status? Unexpected but nothing more…what… had connections with Ultra Magnus?!”--Shockwave

It truly seemed too good to be true, but he kept quiet about his skepticism to himself. His first step was to get close to Buddy and try and get some information on them. Maybe find out if she is a mole or any potential blackmail material.

Shockwave was expecting someone sketchy trying to fill in the stereotypical Decepticon role or an Autobot with a poor, and or, offensive Con skit memorized.

Not someone who had their own unique style that would be associated with Decepticonism and who deeply cared for their comrades.

“Shockwave.”--Megatron

“Lord Megatron.”--Shockwave

“This is our newest chief medical officer on Earth, Buddy.”--Megatron

“Hello Shockwave, it is a pleasure to meet you.”--Buddy

“Erm—thank you Buddy, is it? Such a peculiar name.”--Shockwave

“Yes, it isn’t a common name or one that sparks any fear into the sparks of the enemy but, that is who I am. How has your day been?”--Buddy

“My what?”--Shockwave

“Oh, sorry was that not an appropriate question to ask?”--Buddy

“I—it has been a good day as of now.”--Shockwave

“That’s good to hear. We can’t have one of the Decepticon’s top spy’s in a rough shape can we?”--Buddy

“Top spy?”--Shockwave

“Yes! I have read a little bit about your work through the reports.”--Buddy

“You’ve read my reports?”--Shockwave

“You’ve read some of the reports?”--Megatron

“Of course! They are interesting to read. And it also doesn’t help when you leave some of the data pads out in the open My Lord. Especially around my work area.”--Buddy

“Don’t you have to go and reorganize the medbay’s newest supplies?”--Megatron

“Oh yes! Good-bye Shockwave! I do hope to get to know you better and that your work is truly—”--Buddy

“Buddy.”--Megatron

“All right, all right I’m going. Bye!”--Buddy

Buddy walks out of the room.

“… She seems like a nice addition to the medical wing.”--Shockwave

“Yes…”--Megatron

“… I am not looking for a relationship now, My Megatron. Anyways Buddy is not my type.”--Shockwave

“…”--Megatron

Shockwave was left a bit confused after that interaction with Buddy. It only got worse once Buddy had willing gone to the screen to contact him.

“Hello Shockwave!”--Buddy

“Hello Buddy. Has something happened? This call was unscheduled.”--Shockwave

“I know but I wanted to talk to you.”--Buddy

“About what pray tell?”--Shockwave

“Anything.”--Buddy

“I’m not sure I am following…”--Shockwave

“Last call you seemed… well you seemed a little bit lonely. It cannot be easy keeping up the façade of being Longarm Prime all day, especially in front of the council, Ultra Magnus, and the entire Elite Guard.”--Buddy

“…It is not. But there are certain bots here that are a bit dimmer than the average bot. It makes things easier. One of the Prime’s has the IQ of a bag of rusty bolts.”--Shockwave

“Is that so? Ouch! Do tell more.”--Buddy

“I believe one of the Autobots are on to me.”--Shockwave

“Are you sure? Do you need back up or something?”—Buddy

“No, not at the moment.”--Shockwave

“Good, you can never be too safe.”--Buddy

“Yes…”--Shockwave

Shockwave was in denial of the friendship that was forming through those calls. He didn’t need friends talking to his audial all day long!

It’s not like he looked forward to having those talks with Buddy.

Nope.

Absolutely not.

It’s not like the two of them have swapped personal com lines to further talk about personal things and away from the prying optics of other Cons that entered the room.

It isn’t until one late night he realizes how deep he is in.

Longarm listening to yet another boring presentation with the other Primes, trying not to stab Sentinel’s big chin with a pen. His mind slowly wondering what Buddy is going to talk about this time when he tells them about Sentinel’s big chin.

He freezes.

Oh.

Oh no…

He has a friend.

He has a good friend now.

How does one keep a good friendship like this from falling into pieces in the face of a war?!

A little while later Shockwave starts searching up ‘Ways to keep good friend’ on Bing.

Blurr opening the door, giving Shockwave just enough time to go back into Longarm form.

“I know there is a spy here Longarm! I can feel it—what are you looking up?”--Blurr

“Umm… engex bottles.”--Longarm

“…”--Blurr

“…”—Longarm

“Oh really! What years are you looking at? I personally think—”—Blurr

Longarm/Shockwave sagging in a bit of relief from the scare.

Swindle and Lockdown met Buddy at a weapons meet.

Megatron had invited Buddy to meet his arms dealer and favorite mercenary, Swindle and Lockdown. Buddy didn’t get much information on the two, being that they were on the borderline sections of potentially ‘sell outs.’

“Lord Megatron, is there any more things I need to know about these two mechs?”--Buddy

“Lockdown will not speak out of line. He is more interested in getting the latest gadgets for his collections.”--Megatron

“Mod collector, got it. And this ‘Swindle’?”--Buddy

“Any price he tries to get you to buy is a terrible one. Leave the bargaining to me.”--Megatron

“And when you mean bargaining, you mean peacefully or using intimidation?”--Buddy

“Yes.”--Megatron

“You are impossible sometimes.”--Buddy

“Only for you.”--Megatron

“What?”--Buddy

“Here’s our stop.”--Megatron

Swindle had been told beforehand that Megatron was bringing someone else to meet him. The new medical chief, from what he understood.

He thought about displaying a couple more weapons for this new Con, maybe get them to buy something.

Swindle placing a big cannon on the table.

“That’s a bad idea Swindle.”--Lockdown

“Oh hush! You don’t know what he is like.”--Swindle

“First, she. Second, I did my homework.”--Lockdown

“But they could have a fascination in cannons once they see this beauty.”—Swindle

“Like I said, I did my homework. I heard around that the medic isn’t too found in weapons.”--Lockdown

“If that is true, then why would she even want to go to a weapons meet with Megatron?”--Swindle

“I don’t know—Speaking of which, look who’s here.”--Lockdown

Megatron landing on top of the platform with huge mechanical spider coming off of his back as they both transformed.

“I thought you said Earth spiders didn’t get that big!”--Swindle

“That’s the chief medical officer, numb nuts.”--Lockdown

The two Cons were not expecting Buddy.

Well, more Swindle, after all, Lockdown did do his homework.

Lockdown kept to himself while politely introducing himself to Buddy. She politely responded back with a small smile.

Swindle kept on showing the weapons to Megatron as the other two made small talk about modifications.

“Hey Buddy!”--Swindle

Lockdown mouthing ‘no’.

Megatron wondering what this was about.

Swindle wrapping an arm around Buddy.

Megatron’s optics are staring at it like it did a capital offense.

“What do you think of these bad boys? I’m sure that there is something here that has caught your attention.”--Swindle

“Oh? Sorry I��m just here to visit, I’m not interested in buying.”--Buddy

“Oh please, I’m sure we can work something out. You’re the new chief medical officer, right? How about I show you some of the tools I—”--Swindle

Lockdown coughing.

“Lockdown and I got at another exchange. Top notch and… and…”--Swindle

“Umm, Swindle are you feeling, okay? You’re looking a little bit queasy?”--Buddy

Swindle just now noticing the Death Glare Megatron was giving him, specifically at the arm still wrapped around Buddy’s frame.

Swindle quickly dropping it.

“How about this, Buddy. I give you these tools, for… free. For free, and you tell everyone at the base about the great deals you got here!”--Swindle

“I mean, I could—”--Buddy

“That’s wonderful! Here they are and here are the weapons you purchased Megatron!”—Swindle

Megatron still glaring but nodding.

“Oh! Okay, Bye Swindle and thank you for the tools. I’ll be sure to tell everyone back on base.”--Buddy

“Anytime Buddy!”--Swindle

“Good-bye Lockdown. I hope you have a good time finding those new mods!”--Buddy

“Much obliged Buddy, bye.”--Lockdown

Megatron and Buddy transforming, Buddy getting on Megatron’s back as he zooms out of there.

“… Did you soil yourself?”--Lockdown

“N-no!”--Swindle

Swindle brushed him aside and continued organizing his stuff in his chassis.

Lockdown just wondered if one day he might see Buddy again. It was nice to have someone else besides Swindle to talk to sometimes.

Buddy met Wasp under less pleasurable circumstances.

Buddy had been taking a break from the stuffy base one night and decided to take a walk on one of the islands nearby.

They had been walking around the area when they heard noises.

Like rapid little pede steps.

It couldn’t have been the Dinobots. Their steps were a kin to a mini earthquake.

It was someone else.

Quickly, she webbed herself to a nearby tree and watched.

A small green mech appeared from the brush.

He looked scared.

But what could have scared him?

Sure, Grimlock and the others were a bit much but if they were after the mech then Buddy would have heard them.

No, someone or something else was after the small guy.

“Wasp!”--Optimus

Buddy freezing.

“Wasp, I know you’re out there! Come out with your servos up!”--Sentinel

Wasp making more whinnying noises.

Buddy quickly snapped out of it and webs him up into the tree with her.

“Ah--”--Wasp

“Shh! Don’t scream, I’m here to help. But I can’t help you if you continue to scream, okay?”--Buddy

Wasp nodding slowly.

It was Optimus and Sentinel.

As much as Buddy wanted to know what was going on with both parties, her attention was on the shaky mech that looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

Wasp didn’t know what to think at that moment, but right now this bot was helping him get away from the Elite Guard so he decided to play along.

The Autobots suddenly came out of the brush.

Buddy and Wasp froze seeing them from their hiding place.

Wasp was already looking for a way out when he saw his savior start to shake.

At first, he thought it was out of anger and that they were going to pull out their weapon and start shooting up the place.

Until he saw her optics.

Big, wide, shaky, filled to the brim with fear.

He had seen those optics before. Those were his optics sometimes.

What had those Autobots had done to this Con to get a reaction like this?

Buddy thought that she had finally come to terms with everything that had happened, especially when Optimus showed up.

Seeing Sentinel there sent another wave of flashbacks her way. It was too much; it was too much. She knew that she should have been listening in on the conversation, it could drop some important information for the team.

But the flashes of Elita’s smile, Sentinel’s antics, and Optimus’s laughter filled her senses like no tomorrow.

Buddy was in such a shaky state she didn’t know it until the little green mech held her servo gently. Like one would do to their kid if something was scaring them.

He was trying to calm her down.

She slowly stopped the shaking as the Autobot’s left the area. After a bit more of waiting, the two climbed down the tree.

“Thank you. I’m sorry you had to see that. I was the one trying to help you and you ended up helping me.”--Buddy

“Wasp is glad you okay. Nice lady bot scaring Wasp a bit.”--Wasp

“Again, sorry about that… Wasp? Is that your name?”--Buddy

“Yes. This is Wasp.”--Wasp

“Well, I’m Buddy. You have some scratches on you. I have a med kit with me, I can fix those up right now if you want.”--Buddy

Wasp looking at Buddy hesitantly before nodding.

Buddy getting to work.

“You are doing such a good job at staying still Wasp. Most of my patients like to move a lot. You’re doing so much better than they are right now.”--Buddy

“Wasp doing good job?”--Wasp

“Yes, yes you are Wasp.”--Buddy

“Buddy bot too nice to Wasp.”--Wasp

“No one can be too nice Wasp. It’s just that sometimes… sometimes empathy can get lost in wars like this.”--Buddy

“Wasp don’t like Autobots.”--Wasp

“I feel you Wasp…”--Buddy

“…Autobots hurt Buddy bot? Hurt Buddy bot bad?”--Wasp

“…Yeah, you could say that…”--Buddy

“…Autobots hurt Wasp too.”--Wasp

“I’m sorry to hear that Wasp…”--Buddy

“Wasp sorry for Buddy bot…”--Wasp

“Welp, I finished fixing those scratches and dents.”--Buddy

“Thank you!”--Wasp

“…Would you like to come with me to the Decepticons? That way you’d be safe from the Autobots.”--Buddy

Wasp pausing not sure what to answer.

“Listen, you don’t have to answer that right away. That’d be selfish of me to expect that from you right now. This is my private channel, if you need me, just call me.”--Buddy

Wasp in amazement simply nodding.

“You take care okay, Wasp.”--Buddy

“Bye Buddy bot!”--Wasp

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa megatron #tfa lockdown #tfa shockwave #tfa swindle #tfa wasp #techno organic buddy #tfa elita one twin sister

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emotionallyattachednerd · 9 months

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His Princess ❙ ES Swindle x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 1500+

Warnings: Smut ( Oral, fingering and touching ) role play, possessive behaviour, dominance and robot x human. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Yeah, I enjoyed the possessive Swindle. I'll work on Knock Out as well next week. I might've gone a little off track from the possessive and more into owning, but I loved how this turned out. Thanks for sending through this was fun. ❤️

I accept Coffee! ☕🥰

It was a game he enjoyed, and oddly enough you felt a thrill as well as you ran through the woods. You held up the helm of your dress to gain better movement, a dress he wanted you to wear.

You looked like a runaway princess. That was his game. The big bad beast wants the beautiful princess, you could role play with that.

He made sure you had the dresses he liked, most from just your local costume store, and dressing up for both his and your kink.

You hear the loud steps catching up to you, making your already heavy breathing pick up and quickly turn you head behind only to see his large figure briefly through the trees.

You want to giggle, feeling the excitement, but you knew better. Swindle didn't like it when you expressed too much happiness during your role playing. He's enjoyed your fear, your submission, just as you enjoyed his possessive nature.

Being owned by him was oddly thrilling.

You were someone that seeked that thrill. Who knew that would've been a giant alien robot?

Although, he made sure you were well looked after, and he never brought harm to you unless you were asking for it. Also to add he let you go free after each encounter, if you chose to.

Is Swindle your robot boyfriend? Yeah, he was.

Your breathing was growing weaker and you knew you had to stop running eventually. Pulling yourself around a large tree you tried keeping quiet as the steps grew louder and shook under your own two feet. It continued for a bit more before there was dead silence.

The silence broke. "Come out, come out, wherever you are princess. Swindle likes his treasures, admires and takes very good care of them. You're a very lucky little human." You didn't see him, but he was close.

Biting your lips I continued to try and keep your breathing low. Although this didn't last too long when Swindle suddenly came around the large tree, face down low right near you.

"Found you, my princess."

Your instant reaction is to scream. Of course he scared you by his suddenly large appearance, but you weren't scared of him.

He went to grab you but you duck from his servo, running between his legs and further into the forest. He let you get a little head start. It was all part of your little game.

You were growing tired, but that's what Swindle liked. You are at your weakest so he could do as he likes with you, and that only thrilled you even more at the very thought.

But you don't give up, never make it too easy, he didn't like it when you didn't play.

Finally, your legs gave out, the skirt helm of the dress pooling around you as you started to try and crawl forward, before feeling a large servo suddenly wrap around your body and left you up from the ground. Your stomach did a flip from the sudden movement because looking at Swindle as he brought you level to his face, his smug smile looks like a child with his favourite toy.

"Finally caught you. Not very nice running away from me."

"I'm sorry." You manage to say between your heavy breathing. "I've been so bad."

"Oh, that you have. But I'm willing to forgive, because I'm such a forgiving guy."

You were both far in the forest, no one was out here, just you two and mother nature.

You squirm around his servo, the pads of his digits wrapped firmly against your skin as you let out a pout like a spoiled brat.

"Ah, ah, come on princess, I'm not so bad for company, am I?"

"N-no..."

A gasp left you when you felt his other servo sneak under your dress, thick digits brushing along your ass and thighs. He didn't like undergarments, always in the way he would argue, and ended up ripping them to shreds the last couple of times.

"I'm the best company you could ever ask for." Swindle continued to boast, smirking as he continued to explore under your skirt.

His hold on you loosenes a little and he pushed your skirt up all the way, bunching around your waist. "Now, open those milky thighs of yours. Show me the goodness."

Doing as you were told, you spread your thighs, gasping as you felt both the cool air and his heated vents hitting your skin

"Nice, very nice." He praises with a broad smile, bringing you even closer to his face as your head rests against the padding of his servo.

He was too big for you to take his spike, this he told you, but you were able to accept a thick digit into your core before. You've also touched his spike before, rubbed and licked it. He loved you worshipping him. You wanted to take his spike. One day he said maybe you could. He won't admit it but you heard that worry in his voice. He wanted to own you, possess you, but didn't want to break you.

Letting out a loud gasp you felt his thick glossa run across your core and over your sensitive bud. Your toes curl as the sudden desire boils through your body.

"I love your taste, princess. All for me, mine."

Your arms were trapped under his digits so you couldn't grab hold of him, but this he liked, only leaving you to wiggle under his hold as he devoured your core with greed.

Letting out a whimper your back arched against his servo, legs spread wide for him while you enjoyed him lapping at you, thirsty for more of your juices.

He let out a long hum against you that sent vibrations through you more, making you whimper louder followed by growing gasps and moans.

When he moved away suddenly you can't help but pout, growling a little even making him snicker at your reaction.

"Impatient are we? Well, how about you put on a show for me princess?" His hold on you was gone but you knew what he wanted.

Standing up on your shaky legs against his servo you pushed the shoulder sleeves off from you, pushing down under your breasts but kept the dress on still.

"So soft." He praises, touching each breasts gently as you arched into his touch. "You know what to do. Go ahead, impress me."

Sending him a soft smirk you spread your legs and hover yourself over one of his digits, lowering yourself. Gentally you wiggle your hips, teasing yourself against his thick digit before lowering yourself more against him, pushing yourself down.

Your breath hitched as he stretches you. So thick, but you didn't hold back and gave him what he wanted. Letting out another moan you continued to lower yourself, taking him little at a time while his optics watched you, lingering, completely in trance.

He stretched you very widely as you fully sank onto his digit, using your hands to grab hold of another at your side for support before you started to gently rock yourself, letting out huffs and moans feeling your insides spasm in pleasure.

"Look at you, such a beautiful sight." Swindle praised, letting out a heated vent as he watched you hump his digit perfect.

You heard metal shifting and glance down to see he had retracted his panel and his pulsing cable emerged. So much bigger than his digit, so thick, yet so tempting.

He saw you looking and tilted your chin up with his free servo for you to look at him. "I know you want to, but not yet. Let us enjoy what we have right now."

You nodded, licking your lips as you continued to move on him, huffing through the pleasure that boiled through your entire body.

Swindle moved his free servo to touch himself then, running along the base as a moan left him, pumping himself as his wide purple optics watch you put on the best damn show.

Your juices soaked his digit, dripping down into his servo. Your movements increased, and you humped him more firmly as you let out purrs and moans.

"By the all spark." Swindle whispers through a throaty moan, his servo pumping his cable firmly as his waist ruts into his movements.

"Swindle...Swindle." His name whispers from your lips through your growing moans,moving yourself up and down his digit firmly and clenching more as you feel yourself about to cum hard. "Fuck!"

"Let yourself go, don't hold back princess. Oh you're a beautiful sight!" He lets out a long groan as his hips jerks into his servo, letting out thick strips of fluids that coats the poor tree trunk in front of him.

Clinging on a loud cry of bliss erupts from your vocals as you come around his digit hard, walls pulsing as your juices drench over his servo you were upon.

After you regained enough strength you lifted yourself up, removing yourself from him, gasping as you felt yourself so empty without him, before collapsing in his servo.

As tired as you were, you loved every moment of it, just as much as Swindle did.

"My pretty princess, all mine. Who do you belong to?" He brings you closer as you lay down into his servo.

"I'm yours." You manage to say as he holds you close up to his face, the radiating warmth from him surrounding you.

"That's right, you belong to me. Good old Swindle knows how to take care of his princess. Isn't that right?"

"Yes..." You whisper due to tierness of the running and orgasim.

"I didn't quite hear that."

"Yes." You answer a little louder. "I'm yours, Swindle, only yours."

"Such a good girl."

Afterwards that late afternoon he brought you back home, and your game was over. You sat inside on the driver's side in his vehicle mode as he pulled up in front of your home.

"I didn't hurt you too much did I?" Swindle asks you through the radio.

"No, you didn't. It was fun. You know how to get my heart beating." You answer, smiling when you hear his giddy chuckle.

"And you know what I love, princess. I always love our games. Next time, wear the gold dress, it brings out your eyes." His compliment made you blush a little.

"Whatever you want, Swindle. I like keeping you happy."

"I'm never letting you go."

"No complaints there."

#transformers #earthspark #swindle #swindle x reader #robot x human #possessive #role play #fanfiction #writing #smut #sugarrusheag

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still-not-over-transformers · 8 months

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hi! May I request a GN!human Reader x TFA!Swindle,

maybe reader and swindle make some sort of deal with each other (but swindle being swindle) is the one who gets the better end of the deal.

A Mutually Beneficial Partnership

TFA Swindle x GN Human Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1000+

You were nervous as you stood outside a large warehouse on a pier, waiting amongst a group of other people. This would be the first time you had ever personally attended a black market weapons auction, as you normally had your assistant Steve go in your place and represent you. Well, Steve got arrested for tax fraud and now you were stuck here amongst various shady and unsavory individuals you preferred to avoid.

You specialized in acquiring illegal merchandize, primarily weaponry, and selling it online through the dark web for maximum profit. Currently the hot items were anything Cybertronian, especially weapons. Ever since those autobots arrived on Earth, acquiring and selling Cybertronian items became very lucrative, but you knew how to be careful. Security opened the large garage-like door to the storage unit, allowing all attendees to enter in single-file, each “guest” being searched for weapons upon entry.

As you finally entered the venue, you found your seat and waited until the auction began. After the auctioneer graced the stage, multiple black market items began to circulate on and off the stage, many attendees shouting out their bids. Almost as soon as the first Cybertronian item, a null ray, appeared on stage the room was illuminated by bright spotlights. Aggressive voices resounded from loudspeakers held by Officer Fanzone, “EVERYONE PUT YOUR HANDS UP! YOU ARE ALL UNDER ARREST FOR PARTICIPATING IN THE ILLEGAL SALE OF CYBERTRONIAN WEAPONRY.” Various Detroit P.D. officers burst into the venue, followed by none other than Optimus Prime, sending everyone into a panicked frenzy.

Instead of heading for one of the exits like the other attendees, you made a beeline for the stage entrance, sneaking past the gaze of the officers. You made your way backstage and eventually found your way to the storage area where the illegal items were housed. As you attempted to find an escape route, you heard footsteps not far behind you. As you panicked, you spotted an unattended S.U.V./Jeep vehicle. You rush towards the vehicle and pull on the door handle and quickly climb inside, hoping to hide.

To your horror, the exit doors of the building open up allowing a flood of Detroit P.D. officers inside. Suddenly the engine turns on, and the vehicle peels towards the exit, forcing the officers to dive out of the way. In the passenger seat, you start to freak out as you’re taken on a terrifying ride via a self-driving car.

After what felt like a lifetime, the vehicle finally came to a stop after reaching a rural and isolated area away from the warehouse. The passenger door opens and you bolt out of the vehicle, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Suddenly the vehicle before you transformed into a massive robot. No, a Decepticon, you thought as you recognized the purple insignia on the robot. The Decepticon, Swindle, looked down at (Y/N), “Well, if this isn’t an unexpected situation we have here. That was a close call with the police and Optimus Prime of all things.”

You were in shock, but you were also upset at this situation you were now in. You shouted up at Swindle, “Unexpected situation? You’re the one who kidnapped me!”

Raising an optic ridge at (Y/N), Swindle leans downwards to get a closer look, “Well pardon the intrusion, but you were the one who tried to use me to hide. Not to mention, I graciously helped you escape. Otherwise you’d most likely be in a prison cell, hm?”

You froze, surprised by both the nerve and wit of this Decepticon, and the fact that you hadn’t been blasted to smithereens yet. Hesitantly you spoke, “Okay you have a point… Thank you?”

“HEYY, think of it as an investment towards a future partnership!” Swindle gestures towards you. “Now, what is a human like you doing attending a black market auction for Cybertronian weapons? You don’t look the type if I’m being honest,” he notices your attire lacked the usual ‘shady’ vibe most humans dawned at such criminal events.

You were hesitant to divulge any of your personal information to a Decepticon, but you had no idea what he would do if you weren’t cooperative. “This was my first time going to one of these things. Normally I hire someone to attend for me, but my usual go-to was compromised so I had to cut ties and go myself.”

Swindle is intrigued by your response, a smirk creeping across his face as he senses a potential opportunity before him to gain a human puppet *ahem* partner… He flashed an optimistic and charming smile, “You know, I’m actually looking for a partner myself. Perhaps you and I could… make a deal? Form a sort of… mutually beneficial relationship? Professionally speaking, of course.”

Being in a tight spot yourself, you entertained the idea. After all, when would you get such an opportunity again? A Cybertronian business partner could provide certain advantages which your competitors surely lacked. “And what exactly do you propose?” you asked curiously, wondering what sort of arrangement you’d be getting yourself into.

“Nothing unreasonable or too risky. You’d be attending more of these events, and you’ll spot the merchandise. Relay what you see back to me, and I’ll tell you which items are worth the most. And depending if we’re short on funds, you let me in the back and we’ll slip out with the merchandise and be out of there before anyone knows what hit em.”

After weighing the pros and cons, you give your answer, “Decepticon, I think you have a deal” extending your hand towards him.

Swindle struggles to keep his smile genuine as you agree, “The name’s Swindle, and you, my new business partner?”

“Y/N. I suppose this will be a rather interesting partnership,” you replied, a nervous smile on your face. A smug look crossed Swindle’s faceplate before he transformed into his alt-mode and opened the door for you. A very interesting partnership… his thoughts were dubious to say the least as the two of you drove away.

#transformers #decepticons #transformers animated insert #transformers animated #transformers animated swindle #transformers swindle #transformers reader insert #transformers x reader #transformers oneshot #transformers animated oneshot #tfa swindle #tfa x reader

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