when you remember your an artist and can draw anything
for context, shockwave was dating blurr as long arm, before the cube incident. and after that they never officially broke up but blurr did loose feelings and then there’s rodimus, who eventually started talking to him until they develop feelings, so consider this a love angle? idk i forgot what that trope was called 😓the rendering is very rushed and this was just anatomy practice 🫡
consider this anyway you want just don’t be a weirdo and ask if i draw nsfw. (twitter is @Soapi_Bubbloz57 😉😉😉)
and if anymore of questions abt what i ship here:
#blitzbee
#shockblurr
#rodiblurr
#soundrod
#oplita
#megsound
#jazzprowl
#lugnutxblitzwing (idk their ship name)
#shocklugnut (idk theirs too)
that’s abt it, but have any ship requests and i’ll do a quick sketch 🫡
Hi Revel! I’d love to see TFA Blurr in heat as I don’t think I’ve seen any like that! Would he act feral since he’s so hyperactive/full of energy and would his human have to endure so many rounds?
that poor human 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️
Needy
TFA Blurr x Reader
• “I can’t,” you laugh, feeling his mouth brush your neck as your thighs tremble against the ruined pillows under your hips. Denta nipping your earlobe, you shiver when he moves against you, your fingers fisting in the sheets. What round is this now? You don’t even now, as you groan against a pillow. Body oversensitive as his hips pump. ‘Almost there,’ he growls, cheek brushing yours. But he’d said that the last time, too. The last three times you’re pretty sure, his optics hooded when you look up at him over your shoulder, his lips parted. Completely in the zone and you have no idea what’s gotten him so riled up, but this is almost too much of a good thing.
• “Blurr,” you moan as he moves against you, the wet sound of your body taking his spike driving him on. Body curled over yours as he thrusts, you’re squirming under him despite your protests that you can’t come for him again. Hips rolling, you gasp and he’s overloading again, frame straining as he fills you. Venting raggedly as he reluctantly slips free when he just wants to knot inside you, he shudders and overloads again on your skin at the sight of you sprawled on your front, thighs slick with his release.
• Shivering and exhausted as your heart races, you know you need to clean yourself up. Strip your mattress, because there’s no way he’s not ruined the sheets. And your pillows. Probably the mattress. You’re pretty sure you’ve got alien jizz in your hair as you weakly roll onto your back. Never had a workout that intense. “Sorry,” he growls, palming your hips to lift your lower body and you’re laughing even as you moan his name when he buries himself inside you again with a wet sound that makes your toes curl.
• “Almost done,” he groans, hips snapping. Can’t help himself when you look at him like that, skin painted with his release. All his. Knows it’s his rut making him more desperate to claim you, but he can’t seem stop. Going to have to make it up to you when this passes. Pamper you. Carry you into the wash stall and clean you up. Maybe claim you again in the steamy, hot shower. Find you something to eat. Claim you again. He’s mumbling sorry as his hips snap, bucking urgently against you as you arch.
• He’s trying to kill you with pleasure. Must be. Toes curling as you heat, your body is gearing up for another release when you’re not sure that you even can. Clawing at the blankets as you come apart, the muscles in your thigh locking up so bad it’s uncomfortable as he keeps going until he shudders against you. And he’s filling you again as you fumble with a pillow to smack him. “Humans need breaks,” you manage, voice raspy and tired as he hesitates, servos flexing on your hips like he’s about to start thrusting again. “Speedy, I swear.’
