#cyswervegate

May i request some Swerve/Cyclonus smut? Like, uhm, fun and soft type maybe? (Tho i guess also kinda rough with the explanation I'm about to give)

I want it to be Swerve/Cyclonus, but the ship is Swerve/Cyclonus/Tailgate. But Tailgate can just be mentioned. Basically, Swerve is still new to the dynamic, they just recently confessed to him, and he's nervous

Especially with Cyclonus

Although he has been able to do it with Tailgate, he hasn't done it with Cyclonus alone (the 3 have done it together already tho, but he probably wasn't as close to Cy during it due to his nervousness).

I'd imagine that Cyclonus brings it up to Tailgate, who tells him he should talk to Swerve about it, which leads to them then doing it maybe right after the talk. Swerve is nervous and a bit scared, and didn't actually think Cyclonus would have wanted to do it with him to begin with (he probably thinks that Cy is doing it out of pity or by request of Tailgate, who Swerve has talked to about being nervous to ask Cy. But Cy reassures him that isn't that case, and probably a little offended by him assuming that, but also not surprised and just mainly upset that he hasn't shown enough care to Swerve to have him thinking like that)

I do want it rough, but mostly so Cyclonus pampers Swerve at the ending. I'd say Swerve ends up getting a little bit hurt, and not in a pleasurable way, but sucks it up bc he was worried of disappointing Cy, but the big mech picks up on it rather quickly, and after stopping, lightly (and gently so not to scare Swerve away) scolds him for not telling him. Rather or not they continue it, idk, see what fits best in this case

But i do want it to end with Cyclonus taking care of Swerve who can't move too much (exhaustion maybe, from pushing himself too much?), before cuddling him and making sure he rests well in the end.

I generally just want hurt/comfort out of it, in which ever way possible. And a very much pampered Swerve lol

Swerve had to push through it. They had talked about it. Getting their greavences out of the way. Cyclonus even asked him if he was alright and fine. If he wasn't hurting him, and he nods. Giving him his classic smile despite on the inside how much he was hurting.

He knows Cyclonus didn't mean to handle him as roughly, especially with picking him up by the shoulders that immediately had his past injury flaring up again. He tried to push through the pain like he always had. But the rough fragging Cyclonus was giving him, was only agitating his arm with each thrust that pushed him up the berth, and then Cyclonus pulling him back as he pulled out.

He was fine. He can handle this. He just has to focus on Cyclonus's big spike hitting his ceiling node. The energy cracking over their frames. The pleasure Cyclonus was bringing out of him in the form of moans. But even as he focused on it. No matter what his arm would act up and he would try his hardest NOT to let Cyclonus see he was hurting.

But on this particular thrust Cyclonus did see the grimace on Swerves face, the clenching of teeth. Optics squinting through his visor. And all at once the thrust stopped. The overload that was building up slowly suddenly left as the pain claimed higher and higher, finally nothing distracting it.

Swerve let out a whimper, that is all it took for Cyclonus to pull out, and start to pick him up carefully. Getting him to sit up.

"Swerve. Did I hurt you? I didn't think I was all that far gone into my lust." He stated as Swerve rubbed at his arm.

"No no. You were doing great. I loved every moment of it. It's just. An old injury is acting up. And well I don't think it took too kindly to me being on the berth being pistoned." He tried to laugh it off like he always did. But Cyclonus wasn't smiling. Infact his frown deepened.

"I should of been more careful. I handled you roughly before we even started. Swerve I am so sorry. I was just excited to do this with you. I lost myself momentarily. And when you said you were still fine. I kept going. And I just harmed you further."

"Wow. No I thought i was going to be fine. The pain normally goes away in a klik or two.but for some reason it just continued. I should be the one apologizing."

"No. No you do not. Don't ever say sorry about your past injury. But if it's gotten this bad. I think you should talk to First aid."

"It's fine. I'll be fine."

"It'll give me great pleasure to know you at least went and got it checked out. I fear if it acts up like this, who ever fixed you up the first time didn't do a good job."

"Im the one who fixed up myself. It wasn't bad."

"Still. I think you should get it checked out. I beleave both me and Tailgate will feel better if we know you are not getting injured by old wounds when this is meant to be all about pleasure."

"Frag it. OK, OK I'll talk to First aid tomorrow." He leaned back on the berth arms crossed as Cyclonus looked him up and down. His spike was still out but was softening, soon it would go back in its sheath, and Swerves valve was getting dry.

"Can we. Can we just cuddle the rest of the night?"

"Of course." Cyclonus maneuvered the both of them so Swerve would be laying ontop of him. Both of their equipment back safely behind their panels.

Swerve found himself the first one to tall asleep while Cyclonus petted his back. Worry all over his face plate. He'd hope that First aid would be able to help Swerve out and get his arm to stop bothering him.

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Okay, at first when Tailgate suggests the thing, you think it’s a joke. Because you don’t think he’d be mean on purpose. Right? And he definitely can’t be serious about it. So! A joke. But when you try to laugh it off, he insists that no, really, he totally does mean it. He and Cyclonus want to know if you want to get together in their quarters when you’re free.

Yeah, and— Ha, you see, that kind of reads like. Like if someone was taking those words, presented that way, they might come away from the conversation thinking that. You know. But Tailgate laughs and says that yes, they mean you know. And that’s why he’s here to ask you.

You mean. You say yes. What else are you supposed to say? Are you supposed to ask what the punchline is? No, because if you have to ask, the punchline automatically becomes you. You don’t have a reason to say no. You’re on board, except for the way you can’t honestly believe this is a thing that’s happening, and the way you can’t shake the feeling that there’s a joke somewhere in this that nobody bothered to tell you about.

ANYWAYS. Tailgate asks you about it just as you’re opening your bar up for the day. On the one hand, good, because there aren’t many people around to watch. On the other hand, it leaves you to think about this all day. Not ideal.

You have distractions. Which are good! Your life is all about those distractions. Finding new distractions. An endless search for new distractions. Distraction quest. You’ve got work, but Ratchet stops in for a few drinks, and once he settles in he always stays for a while. Bluestreak comes by too, and it’s good to have someone around who chatters as much as you do. Whirl won’t stop talking about human movies, which would be right up your lane, but he only wants to talk about avant-garde art films (shame on him for not appreciating the pure distilled comedy that is the Marx brothers).

So by the time you’re shutting up shop for the day, you’ve managed to keep yourself busy enough that you haven’t quite convinced yourself to make a run for it. You… have a meeting you forgot about? A meeting with yourself? Can’t keep rescheduling that—