#transformers Blurr x reader

[smallestapplin]

You know which Autobots deserve more love? Blurr and Red Alert.

You’re right and you should say it!

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Blurr is such a cutie too, his ramblings get so much worse when he’s around you, you make his spark race so he always just ends up on a nervous tangent until you silence him with a peck to his face plate. You try (and fail) to hold back a laugh as he stumbles on his woes, stuttering badly, before he stops talking and lets out a pitiful whine.

Covering his face plate with his servos to avoid your gaze.

Blurr is a bot you’d accidentally have a lot of power over, for such a small cute human, he does everything you ask and then some. Wanted a snack? Well surprise he’s taken a whole self from the super market, so take your pick.

If he hasn’t seen you in a while, a while being one day or a handful of hours, he get sstupid excited to see you again! You don’t see him coming, all you can hear are his engines and suddenly you’re up in the air in his servos, getting so many kisses cause he missed you so much!

Banter, banter, banter, he loves it so much that you two can playfully sass each other it ends up with finishing lines like “which one of us can do math? That’s what i thought.” “I hear your sass, I fail to see your point.” Or the one that made him laugh stupid hard for no reason “call that an Automobile whoopsidaisy.”

He’s very needy too, Blurr like his human and likes having you around, he doesn’t like he has to share your time and attention elsewhere and with other people and bots.

He will sulk.

But that just means he gets more kisses.

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Red Alert is a worry wot, anytime you’re not in his line of sight he’s already panicking about what happened to his little light oh my primus you’re dead somewhere and he won’t- oh hi sweetspark, how was your trip to the bathroom?

You are his voice of reason sometimes, you sit pretty on his shoulder and tell him it’s alright. War has made him a little paranoid but it’s not enough to be bothersome. Very protective over you, he doesn’t want any harm to come to you, so he makes sure to human proof his work station and habsuite.

You try to tell him he doesn’t need to, but it’s nice he cares about you so much. Red alert treats you like royalty and spoils you rotten with his affection, always keeping you close and honestly I could see him being one of the first autobots to try and sparkbond with you.

He carries you in his spark chamber a lot as is, so being bonded to you? Oh just the thought makes him swoon.

You can easily get your way with him if you just coo out his name so sweetly, almost like a song, and he caves so quickly, he goes from saying “no, absolutely not.” Or “oh…well, okay just be safe, okay?” All hearts in his optics just looking at you.

A few of his friends joke he’s so down bad for just a little human, but he agrees with them he is, how could he not be? The stars in the galaxy don’t shine as bright as you, not in his optics.

[my-quirk-is-fred]

Bonus: hit more 👇

[ghoulishconey]

The names not “zippy”

Another one bites the dust. Blurr was a fun one to do really.

I can see him being such a mumbler. Especially if he’s talking to himself to de-escalate the situation.

Based on a fanfic called “A-Ok” by @revelboo

[michaela-o]

A human cafe on Cybertron where you can order your own human with your drinks to keep you company !!

( heres some unfinished sketches ;3 )

[revelboo]

IDW Blurr roleplay scenario with sex in the pit stop (like that area for racers and their pit crew)

Oooh fun. 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Roleplay

Blurr

• Gasping as he drags you back into his warm frame, his mouth finds your neck as his hand slides down your body. Making you struggle to stay in character, play along with him. Especially when you just want to beg. “What about the race? You’re in the lead,” you manage as his palm slides down your belly, cups you and a servo spears inside you. Moaning, you rock yourself against his hand as he lazily pets you. “Blurr.”

• “I always have time for you,” he groans in your ear, bending you over as he strokes you, smiling at those little noises you make just for him. Being so good and humoring him. Making him want to really enter races again, to feel that thrill, the roar of the crowd. Even better if he can take his pit stops losing himself inside you. Shifting behind you as his mouth skims up your spine, he smiles when you whimper a protest when he slips his servo free, but moan his name when he frees his spike and stretches you in a deep drive. “I’m going to frag you until you come for me and win a pretty little trophy for you so you’ll remember this,” he growls in your ear.

• And he’s moving against you, hips pumping urgently. Rutting hard and fast as his hips snap against you. Can hear him growling, the rev of his engine and feel his heated frame draped against your back as his thick spike strokes deep. There’s no staying in character now, just moaning and writhing under him as he moves against you. Whispering in your ear that you’re the real prize, that he’s keeping you. The words possessive and frantic.

• Feels you fist his spike, trembling as you come apart, forcing him to slow down when it gets hard to keep thrusting. Hips rocking shallowly against you, hears your breath catch. And you’re whimpering his name, begging and pleading when he changes his angle, driving you to come for him again and this time you drag him along with you.

• Hear him snarling in his own language, hips snapping as he shudders with his overload, filling you. But not slowing down. His mouth opening on a venting groan against your shoulder as he keeps moving against you until he’s whining and revving, filling you again. Knowing you’re not going anywhere for a bit, that when he’s like this, he can’t seem to stop. Rutting and filling you in excess while growling alien nonsense in your ear. So turned on, he’s out of control. You’re going to be so damn sensitive by the time he’s finished with you, but know he’ll take care of you after.

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

After being restored to life in a new body with no memory being created you moves into the Autobot Academy as you meet new faces around at the academy

Who would you befriend with?

Hot Rod-This guy is a total hotshot since he have good archery and speed.

Blurr,A fast talker that nobody understands him even though he's faster than everyone in the speed of light.

Sentinel-A prideful annoying jock kinda guy who always talks about himself.

Optimus-He's a successful student that good at saving everyone.

Elita 1-An energetic friend that would love to explore.

Jazz-a pretty smooth student who is very chill but good at martial art.

[transformers-spike]

which bot/s do you think are most likely to have a thing for exhibitionism

Off the top of my head.... TFP Wheeljack is going wild for it - he's an absolute menace. He'll frag wherever he can Smokescreen too. He's young, spry, and loves taking risks. Try not to get caught though lol - his engine is loud af and he keeps revving it while fragging, he's a virgin with no self-control Knock Out as well - he's very willing to stop while driving just so he can frag you or rub his spike against your genitals until you both come undone. TFP Breakdown is also down for it - very willing to eat you out/suck you off in a public place. He'll grin as you desperately try to keep quiet, which is hard because his glossa game is unbeatable TFP Megatron very obviously has a thing for it. I mean dude's casually slipping his digits under your clothes during meetings and acting like this is perfectly normal. He loves making everyone uncomfortable TFP Airachnid is going to frag/finger you in the shadows and try to break your spirit by proving just how needy you are in her servos Skyquake would also be into it, purely because he's the definition of an unstoppable force. RIP to your hole - mass displaced or not, you'll end up sore TF One Sentinel would definitely be into it. Yeah, not many bots would be able to see it - but if Airachnid is in clear view he does not care. He just wants to fluster you TFA Prowl would enjoy it as well - probably in nature too TFA Blitzwing but only partially. While Hothead and Icy aren't fond of exhibitionism, Random does not give a fuck - he'll make eye contact with Lugnut while fragging you Otherwise... I want to say Bumblebee and the jettwins - also Blurr purely because he's impatient and if you keep teasing him, he will destroy you Skybound Starscream too. Although it's based on making you uncomfortable/humiliating you in front of others. You're a squishy, your life holds no real value to him (debatable because he hasn't killed you yet)

[chippa44444]

Subsequent reactions of TFA characters who died and parted with their readers in the worst possible way.

Warnings: Anguish, dark content, reader death.

Character who is forever blaming themselves for not being able to save the reader, and lives with regret and regret: Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Jet Twins, Soundwave,

Characters who seem to blame themselves forever for not being able to save the reader, and who seem to become like wrecks and never recover: Optimus, Ratchet, Prowl, Sentinel, Lugnut

Character who forces themselves to tell himself that it was unavoidable that he couldn't save the reader, acts bravely even though he regrets it, and forces himself to look forward and move on with his life: Jazz, Ultra Magnus, Megatron, Shockwave, Swindle, Lockdown,

Character who convinces themselves that it was inevitable that he couldn't save the reader, behaves bravely despite regrets, and tries to force himself to live, but his mind slowly crumbles: Blurr, Starscream, Blitzwing, Blackarachnia

[tinydefector]

Hello Tiny, I heard about the question board and I’m not sure if my question disappeared. If this is not the case, feel free to ignore this message.

I noticed there aren't many stories about Blurr or, more specifically, about Blurr and humans. I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing a story with him. I think he’d be the type who loves compliments, and although he doesn’t show it on the outside, he’s really interested in humans.

HE IS SEXY💖😭💖

Strange meetings

Blurr x human reader

Word count:1.5k

Warnings: none

Ahhhh sorry this took so long, mind you still trying to figure out hoe I like to write blurr but couldn't pass on the Swerve fanboy moment.

I hope you enjoy it Woose and I'll do some more reading on him and hopefully get some comics on him so I can write him better in the future.

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Blurr's optics are focused on the strange little organic stands off to the side of the bar. Humans... they were fascinating things, he didn't often get to see or interact with them and the fact that there was one on this ship was rather surprising. 

They are rather caught up talking to the bot that is bartending, a smile across their lips as they chat away eagerly with the minibot. The bartender has his face rested in his servo as he eagerly replies. 

Blurr glances over at the human with a flicker of curiosity in his optic, Humans were such a rarity on Cybertron - he had never had the chance to interact with them directly, he wasn't expecting to see them on the Lost Light. 

Swerve follows Blurr's gaze, grinning as he leans back down to his friend, in the midst of regaling the human with yet another wild tale from his "pre war" days when he caught Blurr's gaze drifting over from across the bar. The speedster's optics were fixed squarely on the human sitting with Swerve, his expression unreadable.

The minibots visor brightened with a smile. "Oooh, primus he's here, his optics are on you," he said before shoving his servo into his mouth to stop the sound the excited squeal he nearly let out, giving the human a nudge. Once he had calm down enough he speaks again.

 "You know Blurr is a very big celebrity on Cybertron." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial murmur. Swerve glanced back over at Blurr. "Maybe I should introduce you two? I'm sure he'd love to chat." He hums. 

It makes them chuckle softly. "A fan huh?" They tease Swerve.  Swerve let out a nervous laugh, his field practically vibrating. "A fan? Oh, you have no idea!" He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping.

"Blurr's actually been a hero of mine for centuries. I used to follow his races back in the day, you know. Went to all his matches, collected his autographs, the whole nine yards." He glanced back over at Blurr, who was still watching them intently from across the bar. 

"In fact, I even tried to get him to go into the bar business with me once, before the war. Figured we'd make an unstoppable team, me with my metallurgy skills, and him with his... well, everything." He chuckled and shook his head.

 "Of course, that never ended up happening. But let me tell you, the day he first spoke to me I swear, I thought my spark was gonna short out from excitement!"

Swerve turned back to the human, his field pulsing with excitement. "So yeah, you could definitely say I'm a bit of a fanbot when it comes to Blurr. Probably always will be, if I'm being honest." He shot another sly glance in the racer's direction. "Although, who knows - maybe I can finally get that bar partnership off the ground, hmm?”

They take notice of Blurr making his way over. "Hmm, he's pretty. Drinks says I can get more than an autograph. " they wager teasingly. Swerve's visor brightened comically as he watched Blurr start making his way over to their corner of the bar. "Wait, you mean to tell me you think you can - " he cut himself off, shaking his head rapidly.

 "No no no, you definitely don't want to go down that road, my friend. Blurr? He's, uh... he's kind of a big shot, you know?" 

Swerve leaned in closer. "I mean, sure, he's plenty good-looking. But trust me, you do not want to try and get that kind of attention from him." He gave the human a significant look. "Blurr's way out of our league, if you catch my drift."

As the racer drew nearer, Swerve's field flared with barely contained fanboy fervour. "Oh Primus, here he comes!" he hissed under his breath. "Just, just let me do the talking, okay?"

Straightening up, Swerve plastered on his most winning smile as Blurr approached their table. "Blurr! Fancy seeing you here in my humble establishment." He gestured grandly to the human beside him. "I, uh, I don't think you two have met. This is my friend  " he paused, shooting the human a mildly panicked look, not really knowing how to continue.

"Hello? Blurr right? It's nice to meet you " They call out with a smile towards the Blue speedster before turning their attention back to watching Swerve. 

Blurr nods, his optics briefly sweeping over the human's form. "Yes, my designation is Blurr.” it takes the mech a few moments of just looking them over in curiosity before he speaks again. 

 I haven't encountered one of your kind before. What is your designation? And how did you end up here, on the Lost Light?" He asked, sounding rather shy with his inquiry. 

Swerve chuckles. "Ah, the human doesn't have a Cybertronian Designation - they go by [ Name]. As for how they got here... well, that's a bit of a long story. Let's just say they've become quite the fixture around here."

It earns an eye roll from them towards Swerve, a small smile on their lips as they watch him try desperately to make small talk. 

Blurr hums thoughtfully, his processor rapidly cataloguing the new information. "Interesting. I'll have to make sure to remember that."

"Swerve your getting side tracked again" they laugh as they watch the smaller mech, still waiting for their next drink.

Blurr glances briefly at Swerve, who's already returned to mixing the human's drink, then redirects his attention back to them. "I must admit, I don't often have the opportunity to interact with your people."

Blurr tilts his head slightly, his optics studying the human with unabashed curiosity. They are very different from what he had expected when he had been told about humans. They are dressed in what looks like a uniform, it fits to their frame, they look much softer than he expected as well. 

" How did you come to be here? I thought humans only stayed on earth." He leans in just a bit, his field thrumming with a blend of fascination and cautious friendliness. This human was an unexpected discovery, and Blurr was eager to learn all he could about them.

"I'm a member of the Galactica union, there's a few of us humans around the ship. We work alongside the Lost Light helping set up communication points and shipping docks, the Ambassador is our lead officer" They explain but settle in.

 "Thanks Swervy" they hum happily before enjoying a sip of their drink. “Beautiful as always, going to put David out of his job” they tease which makes the minibot fluster as his engine chokes. 

Blurr's optics widen slightly at the human's explanation, his processor whirring as he processes the new information. "The Galactica union? Fascinating. And you work in tandem with the crew of the Lost Light?"

He's thoroughly intrigued by this human's presence, eager to glean as much insight as possible about their kind and their role on the Lost Light. Interacting with non-Cybertronians was a rare occurrence for Blurr, and he was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

They hum again for a moment before turning their full attention to Blurr.  "We are mainly here to keep things peaceful, kinda a peace keeper sort of ordeal. But also to be Able to find new resources for earth and forge new alliances" they explain. "What about you, your not one of the Lost lights locals I haven't seen you around before" they hum, deciding to play dumb with the knowledge Swerve had told them about the blue speedster. 

He leans in a bit closer. " I'm not a regular crew member of the Lost Light. I'm actually visiting when I heard the ship had returned and was hoping to catch Hotrod. He's a friend" 

“Oh well I don't know if you will catch him, he's been quite busy recently” they explain only for Swerve to speak up. “Don't you mean he's chasing after the Ambassador like a turbo fox in heat, like half the ship” he teases. 

It earns a shocked look from the blue mech, his intake hangs open. It earns a laugh from both Swerve and the human. “opsie, right new to the whole ordeal, half the ship seems rather invested in umm interspecies relations” they explain to him. 

Blurr offers the human a faint, but still shocked smile. "I.. I wasn't expecting that, your presence here has piqued my interest but not that way. I'd be most intrigued to learn more about your kind and your involvement with our affairs. Perhaps we could exchange information - I have much to share about Cybertron and the wider landscape and culture." He begins his speech beginning to sound much quicker and almosted ‘blurred’ together. 

He pauses, canting his head slightly. "That is, if you're willing to indulge my curiosity. I imagine the life of a Galactica representative must be quite eventful." 

"I'd be more than willing to if you can keep up with my questions" they tease, a small glint in their eyes. Blurr's field flares with amusement at the human's teasing challenge. "Keeping up, you say?" he replies, a playful lilt to his voice. "I'll have you know my processors are more than equipped to handle even the most rapid-fire inquiries."

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[woradat]

DROP POINT

SUMMARY - In a world that is collapsing, Blurr finds a place where he can finally take a break for once

THEME - romantic-platonic, all fluff, before a strom fic

PARING - blurr x reader

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Soft, almost reluctant footsteps echoed against the cracked metal roads of Iacon’s ruined heart

The figure moving through the rubble was Blurr—once a name better known in the racing circuits than the battlefields.

But on a day when explosions drowned out the roar of the crowd, and the sky was painted in the smoke of war, he had become just another gear in the great grinding machine of the Resistance

During one of his covert courier runs, Blurr caught a faint glimmer of light leaking from a battered building — a miracle in itself.

The sign outside, once ablaze with energy, now sputtered weakly, clinging to life: The Drop Point

Somehow, impossibly, the bar still stood

An impulse he couldn't name pulled Blurr toward the door. Inside, the place smelled faintly of energon and machine oil. A few battered tables and chairs remained, but not a soul filled the space — save for the figure behind the bar, a simple frame built for service, not for war

"If you're staying, pick a seat" you said casually, without so much as a blink of surprise, or a question he didn’t need to ask

Blurr hesitated before lowering himself onto a stool at the counter. Stillness was alien to him — he, who was built for motion, for endless speed, for words that came in floods "Uh... just a regular energon, thanks" he said, offering a crooked little grin "Preferably the kind that doesn’t explode"

The owner didn’t laugh — but didn’t ignore him, either. they worked quietly, pouring and mixing with a sure, practiced ease, their movements smooth and unhurried, like someone who understood the value of time without being ruled by it

"You’re not like the others who pass through here" you said, setting a short glass in front of him

"No?" Blurr tilted his head, half-curious

"Thought I was just another frame with an accelerator problem"

His servo trembled slightly as he reached for the glass — a side effect of too many miles, too much adrenaline, and too little rest

"Are you running away" you asked, polishing another glass without looking up "or running toward something?"

The question made Blurr freeze —

For the first time in days, maybe even weeks, he didn't have a quick answer lined up. He laughed, rough and tired around the edges

"Maybe.. a little of both"

And there, in the flickering dimness of The Drop Point, in a world slowly crumbling around him, Blurr found something he hadn’t been looking for a quiet place to catch his breath

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Since that day, Blurr started dropping by The Drop Point more often. Not every day – sometimes he'd vanish for several cycles — but every time his route brought him close to Iacon, he always made a beeline for the bar first and every time, you was still there. Never asked where Blurr had been. Never pried about what he'd done. Just quietly slid a short glass of energon across the counter, calm as ever

"I honestly thought this place would be scrap by now"

Blurr muttered one day when he returned. Four chairs had been broken (three beyond saving) one of the windows had a heroic-looking crack, but the lights were still on — somehow

"We stay open for those who can still find their way back" you said simply, topping off his energon without fuss. Blurr chuckled under his breath, the glow in his blue optics flickering with something he couldn't quite put into words

"..And you?" he asked "Why are you still here?"

you paused, then answered in a low voice, as if they was mostly talking to themselves: "Because someone has to leave the lights on"

In that moment, something stirred deep inside Blurr’s plating — something gentler than bullets or plasma fire and it shook him more than any battle ever could

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As many cycles passed

That night, acid rain poured down hard, and lightning split the crumbling towers with a roar that shook the whole city. Blurr dashed into the bar, his armor damp and slick, rain seeping into the cracks of his frame. You simply looked up at him quietly and slid an old towel across the counter

"You look like a wet pile of scrap" the owner said with a soft smile — one so gentle it felt almost out of place in a world built on orders and gunfire

Blurr chuckled under his breath, awkwardly taking the towel to wipe his face

"Thanks..." he mumbled into the fabric "Bet I don't look very cool right now, huh?"

You shook your helm slightly, then stepped out from behind the counter. One servo held a warm energon drink, the other reached out to gently tug the towel from Blurr’s servos

"Not at all"

"You look like someone who never gives up"

The simple words caught Blurr off guard

Not because he didn’t know how to respond — but because his spark was pounding too hard for him to say anything at all. You smiled again, soft and warm like the night before the war ever began, and placed a light hand on Blurr’s shoulder — a touch that wasn’t heavy, wasn’t demanding, wasn’t tying him down

It just said "I'm here"

Blurr lowered his head slightly, trying to hide the small smile he hadn’t even realized was blooming on his face

He never knew that in a world of wreckage and gunfire... just sitting beside someone like this could make his spark race so wildly and that night, even as thunder crashed outside, in The Drop Point — Blurr felt, for once, that he could finally stop running

[smallestapplin]

Hello! you can make Yandere Blurr, Pharma and Tyrest x Cybertronian female reader wife

I always did like them crazy. Also I apologize I don't feel confident in writing Tyrest, even reading and reading his wiki I can't get a good read on his character QwQ

🔞Warnings : toxic behavior, threats, talks of harm, implied noncon, past murder. I wrote little scenarios too ^^ 🔞

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Blurr

- Blurr is a puppy, if you could place him in a category. He is always so happy to see you, always at your side attached to your hip, and if he's on a mission he gets it done in record speeds just to run back to base for you, yelling your name and tackling you into a hug.

- He's so sickeningly sweet to you, always showing up for you, helping you work, and always does something spontaneous to keep you on your pedes!

- You'd never believe a soul that Blurr could harm friends or allies, not unless you saw it for yourself. He is always such a sweetie, and the reason you agreed to bond your spark to his.

- You even told Bee you just couldn't believe him without evidence "I know Blurr can get a bit sassy, but threaatening to crush your spark in his servos? That's just not like him."

- Blurr knows this, he's not dumb, he knows you placed your blind trust and faith in him, and he will do whatever it takes to keep it that way. It's why he glares, snaps, and makes snide comments to any boy getting too close to you. Even puts on the waterworks, crying about how mean the bot you finished speaking to is, just to make you comfort him and avoid that bot unless for work.

- He loves you, he loves you so so much and never fails to tell you or show you.

- But sometimes it's overwhelming, you never get a moment to yourself, you are never alone to collect your thoughts or to process your feelings on anything, Blurr is right there, cooing at you and nuzzling his helm into your neck cables.

- Even though you're tired, you never ask him to leave you alone, last time you sighed and asked for space he was sobbing, clinging to you harder, pleading with you to not leave or abandon him, that he can't live without you.

- "I want you, i need you! I-I can't live without you! I don't know what I'd do without you- pleasepleaseplease don't leave me, I love you!" Over and over and over again. It had you worried and guilt ridden, leaving you to never mention space again.

- You even apologized to him after that, never meaning to upset him.

- It's like he's draining your battery dry, sucking away your life force.

- But you stay by his side like a dutiful wife, helping him on missions when it's needed, smiling when he comes back, kissing him any chance you get.

- You feel like you're drowning in his love, suffocating you.

- Even as you lay in your shared berth, wide awake, Blurr sleeps in a peaceful stasis laying on top of you.

You sigh, your neck cables stiff from such a long time staring at your data pad and working on reports, but you're glad you got a large chunk of it done, you can finally go to your habsuite and relax.

Your spark clenches at the sound of rapidly approaching pedesteps. You try to hide your exhaustion, just in time to turn around and get a blue glob lunging for you.

You catch your husband with ease, use to his antics by now.

"Ohhhh I missed you so much! The mission was terribly boring but nothing I couldn't handle. Have you eaten yet? I want to have energon with you."

He speaks so fast, excitement showing in his words.

"M'sorry Blurr, I was just about to go to our habsuite and go down for a cycle. Prowl has been on my aft about reports, and I'm tiring."

He looks so crushed, his face plate a mix of sadness and rage.

"He's so pushy and such a workaholic! I have half a processor to go into his office and give him a piece if my brain module! I can't believe that guy, pushing my poor wife for his stupid reports."

He goes on such a long rant about Prowl, pointing out everything the bot has done wrong or the frankly harsh things he's said, you hate to admit that Blurr has a point but you are fond of Prowl.

He's rough around the edges but a nice friend to you when he opens up.

"Blurr, sweetie, it's fine really. Prowl has been swamped with reports and I don't mind helping. He's actually a nice bot once you get through his walls."

Blurr's expression looks like you just shot him. He clings to you, digits practically sinking into your back strut.

"Y-you've been hanging out with him without me?"

"It's just for work. Blurr, you know I love you and would never dream of leaving you, but I'd like to have some friends, even if they are just work friends."

Your spark aches at the sight of his optics welling up with liquid.

You just know you're going to have to start comforting him and avoid Prowl at all costs if it makes him this upset.

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Pharma

- lying to yourself in hopes you'd believe it. Pharma is a menace, you tried so hard to be kind to him, yet your kindness is what lead you here, bound to him in everything but your spark, it's at least the only thing he can't force upon you, no matter how many times he opens your spark chamber.

- No matter how many times he's tried to force the bond, always so calmly muttering his love for you, it never works.

- You once had such a fiery spirit, such a fiercely protective and loyal bot before Pharma got his servos on you. He broke you. The last time you managed to escape him and find help, he just killed them, toyed with them for fun no matter how much begged him to spare them. New parts for him.

- You never forgave yourself for being the reason those innocent bots met their ends, and Pharma takes great pleasure in that. You curl into such a cute ball and silently cry yourself into stasis, with him right behind you, curling around you and buring his face plate into the back of your neck. You want to scream, to sob, to upchuck and empty your tanks at the disgust of feeling his touch. His arms around your waist, holding you so tenderly, rubbing his thumb across your mesh like he's been an adoring lover this entire time.

- If you leave he will just find you.

- "What, you're not going to run again? My, but it was such a fun game we played!" He laughs.

- Pharma flips between knowing you don't love him in return, but not caring as he loves you and that's all that matters, to having moments of truly believing you're just playing games with him, such a playful darling he has! You just want to keep your marriage exciting, right?

- You try to lie to yourself, that you do love him, you love being at his side, you love ensuring he has plenty of energon, you love him.

- You miss the old him, the old Pharma you married, the old Pharma you promised to spark bond with once he returned form work but he never came back. Only for him to come back some years later to...being like this.

- He's draining, but he always makes sure you've eaten today, always makes sure you're safe, always makes sure he's kissed you and said he's loved you today.

- You can't fight him forever, you both know that.

- Why keep fighting when you can be a good little wife and accept his love?

Everyday it's the same, every cycle is new but nothing changes, you're still in the same dark abandoned building. You avoiding leaving your makeshift habsuite and a few other areas, not wanting to hear anything Pharma is doing further in the back.

You don't want to hear screams that get cut short, and the whirl of a saw.

You don't want to hear or see anything, you just want to pretend this is all a nightmare, but you know you can't wake up from it.

You just want a sense of normalcy back, to be back at your nice home on Cybertron before the war, laughing with coworkers and friends, greeting your husband with a smile.

Now you can barely stand to look at him without fear gripping your spark.

He's not the bot you married.

You lay on your berth, back facing the door as you don't want to see him, you don't even want him to see your face you don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your fear.

Your body trembles hearing his pedesteps growing closer. You will your body to freeze and squeeze your optics shut, just in time for the door to open. Pharma pauses in the doorway, looking over your resting form.

You've been going into stasis a lot more than usual, and a lot more than is recommended, but he can't be too upset with you, after all you look adorable when you're resting.

He moves quietly throughout the room, cleaning up the energon from his face, servo, and saw, knowing you don't like him leaving such a mess.

"I know you're awake, Dear."

You bite your derma holding back a whimper, but remain unmoving

"I'm worried you're sleeping too much, that's usually the first sign something is wrong. Funny how you could be sick, and don't you come to me with it, I am trained in this you know."

You can hear the smile in his voice, as if he didn't kills bots just to meet a quota, tortured someone you called friend, and then all of this.

You'd rather die than let him know anything.

"Are you truly so tired you can't tell me? No matter, I'll find out next cycle, yeah? I'll let you get some rest."

Your optics widen as he lays down behind you, his saw moving to rest under his helm, and his free arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Your back against his Chassis, his face into the back of your neck, pressing feather light kisses across your cables.

Pharma hums, chuckling softly at the feeling of your body shaking. His servo tightens its grip on you, keeping you flushed with him.

"So cute, I wish you'd let me dissect you to figure out what makes you so irresistible."

He laughs at hearing your involuntary whimper.

"No, I could never, but I'd much rather you be my pretty nurse."

You just want to go home and away from this monster.

[solar4seekstron]

Wife

TFA!Soft!Controlling!Blurr x Cybertronian!Femme!Reader Oneshot:

(I’ll do a more wholesome and tooth rotting fluff for our blue speedy boy! Ugh I love him! Why is every mech in this series so fine?!)

Content: 18+

Introduction Movie/Series Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: bit of a dark content, Ultra Magnus basically adopts you, Jazz is your older bro, manipulation, baby trapped, implied dubcon, sort of sad ending.

You were once an archivist. You worked alongside a few bots and femmes. Long before joining the elite guard. You were just a good friend of Ultra Magnus. Your sire was his best friend before dying during the wars against Megatron years ago. In a way he was like an uncle to you.

He has tried many times to ask you to join him. Go to the academy and be a part of his team.

You know he’s doing this to protect you. It was your sires dying wish when the two were in battle together. One day one of his guards Jazz asked you if you’d like to go to a race with him. He thought, maybe you can join him.

Thinking you can leave that dusty and dark library for once. So you agreed.

Jazz was like a brother to you. At time protective when other guys try to flirt with you especially in front of Ultra magnus.

During the race you sat with some energon popcorn as Jazz cheered. Apparently he knew of the racers….. Blurr.

He was good pals with him back in school and although the two separated. They do catch up every now and then..Fun how that’s so how for most people when their own ego gets in the way.

So during the race as you ate your energon you watched as Blurr was on the screen. You’ll end it he’s pretty cute. Talks pretty fast. Adds a lot to his character.

Blurr is soon to claim victory as he cheers on his crowed. Waving to his fans as confetti and music plays. Everyone cheered along with Jazz. As they continued Jazz would then get up and gently grab your cervo. Taking you with him.

You both made your way to where the racers went. Jazz telling you to stay close by.

As you did. A few readers noticed you and even flirting with you. Both femmes, bots, and GN Cybertronians who were in the race.

You’d pay them much mind. It’s one of the reasons why you stayed where you were.

Eventually Jazz pulled you closer and put his arm around your shoulder. It resting as he leaned a bit on your as he smiled at his friend. “Hey Blurr! I want ya to meet Y/N! She’s like my lil sis! So be nice.”

You’d gently elbow his on his side as you chuckled. A smile on both your dermas as you glanced at him. Blurr only watched you for a moment as you and Jazz looked at each other. Things seemed to stop for a moment as he stared at you. Before it returns to not gain suspicion with the other bots around him.

He’d make conversation with you. Jazz staying there with his arm around you. Blurr tried really hard to not smack the shit out of Jazz the whole time.

You giggled a few times at Blurrs jokes and his funny personality as Jazz did the same. Eventually Jazz is called for something and has to step back. “You’ll be alright if I step out?” You’d nod as Jazz then fist bumps Blurr before leaving. Blurr glances at you then smiled.

”Would you like to go out?!” You stared at him as he looked like he was panicking.

The others bots and femmes not paying much attention since the cheering died off after a few hours. You’d just looked at him and just smiled. You’re not completely sure. But you suppose it shouldn’t hurt.

He was fast to grab your cervo and bring you to a corner close to the exits. No one noticing ou as his cervos gently held your arms. You both out of shot.

He would then whisper into your audio sensors. A few of his words making let out of a soft sigh. You’d have a small smile on your dermas as your cervos rests on his shoulders. Him pulling your frame against his as he wraps his x arms around your waist. He’d then speak of a date and time before kissing the side of your neck.

Before you knew it he was gone. Leaving you by the exit and soon Jazz shows up. Blurr telling him you here.

You both would then walk back to Ultra Magnus. You have been meaning to pay him a visit.

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After a few days it was your and Blurrs date. The date went well. You were a bit nervous since the restaurant was very fancy. You only just lightly polished your armor before making your way there.

The date went…well. Blurr was polite but. Mostly flirtatious. You gave him another shot with a few others dates. One night you thought it wouldn’t hurt to be in his arms, as least for one night. And so…you laid with him…and then you did again.. and again. And again. You always told yourself you were swooned with him. The way he would compliment you and hold you close after each date.

But you would always have this strange and off feeling in this gut as he’d always give you rough kisses and the glances and looks he’d make when others got too close to you or even spoke to you at times.

One night, after another ‘lovely’ date. You were on your back. Blurrs load leaking from your valve after going a few rounds. He was next to you.

His arm supporting himself up as the other was around your waist. You both having a small make out session as both of you let out small moans and sighs. Your cervo moved to press against his chest as you wanted to speak.

You can tell he was a bit annoyed but compliment.

You’d then tell him the important news. “I’m going to the Guards academy. I wish to join Ultra Magnus team.” You said it point blank as Blurr just stared at you.

His smile then returns as he chuckled. “Then I guess I’m joining in the Elites the…”

He’d say with you a grin. Why did that make you nervous…He’d return to place a kiss on your dermas. Your cervos moving to hold the side of his helm as you returned the kiss. But…you held back from making your cervos push him away from you. You’re not really sure why you were going to.

You’d both stay there for a while…until he decided he wished to go another round.

Years went by as you both attended the academy. You still stayed on your birth control. To avoid getting sparked with a sparkling from Blurr. Once you all graduated. Manus was fast to having you join his team. Magnus would accept Blurr but say his place is on the planet unless he calls for him.

Blurr was not too happy about the order.

After some time when finding Optimus and his team. Blurr was aloud to join you and the team to come to earth. Eventually after everything. You and Blurr decided to go on a small vacation. You have been thinking for a good while about your relationship with him.

It’s just…not healthy. So one day as you both were having dinner. You spoke.

”Blurr I’ve been thinking.I It’s just not working out with us. I can’t go anywhere besides work and you always wish to be with me and yet I cant do anything when we go out. And I-“

“Y/N…” You looked at him. He almost seemed sad as he looked at you. A small frown on his dermas as he looked at you. He never looked at you like this before.

”Please…I’ll do better…just…give me a chance! Please! I’ll do better promise!”

His optics pleading for a chance ou’ve always been sympathetic and it wouldn be truly cruel to deny him one….would it? And so you sighed and slowly nod. A smile soon appearing his dermas.

Later that night the two of you watch a movie together. And before you both knew it you both laid together. You just…couldn’t hold yourself back from him. You loved his touch. His kiss. How gentle he can be with you. How he would whisper sweet nothing in your audio sensors as he made you feel special.

But…you forgot your birth control….

Before you knew it.You were with sparkling. You found out when you returned to the ship with Jazz and Ultra Magnus. You can tell Ultra Magnus aand Jazz we’re trying to hold in their excitement since they saw their self as your family.

Ultra Magnus seeing himself as a soon to be grandpa and Jazz as a soon to be uncle. But the whole time…You forced a smile.

After months went by, Ultra Magnus gave the order that you go on leave for some time until you’re better after the birth of your sparkling.

You had a small boy. He was so small but so healthy. Having so much life im his optics and even in his strength as he always made it a point to grab at your digits.

Blurr was over the moon when he held his little sparkling. Gently keeping him resting on his chest as he smiled down at the little sparkling..You could feel it through the spark bond….

Ultra Magnus looked like a proud grandfather when holding the young sparkling.

The little one looking like a mix of your and Blurrs armor. His color palette being similar to yours. But is just as bright as his. Having Blue optics and a large grin whoever he smiles.

Before you knew it…You had two more little sparklings running around. Jazz always visiting when you weren’t at work as the academy’s teacher.

But….Blurr never changes…If not became more controlling. He wanted more sparklings. But you’d always dodge his question or his advances…

Even now..you’re unsure on how much longer you can keep this up. All you ow is… You must keep your little ones safe…No Matter What.

I hope you guys could somewhat enjoy this! I swear I’ll make a more wholesome one for our sweet blue boy. As always a repost is appreciated and please have a good rest of your day!!!!

[michaela-o]

Just some silly sketches of Blurr and new mech i discovered and fell in love with called Roadrage <3🫶🏻🫶🏻🧡🧡🧡

Still trying to get rid of my artblock grrrrr

[revelboo]

cancelling all my weekend plans forever and going to interludes so i can ruin blurr for his own species. he's my favorite. <3 that handsome face, that graceful chassis, that racer's stamina... the crush is severe. think he'd be flattered that a smitten human came to seek him out over everyone else?

He’d love it! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Interludes Pt 3

Blurr

• There you are. He almost thought you’d be a no show. His little human who never mingles on the floor, you just take a stool at the bar and watch him thinking he doesn’t notice. Smiling as you can’t manage to meet his optics, he leans against the bar. Because the humans that come here are either bold and know what they want or shy and need a little nudge and maybe some liquid courage. “Don’t be shy, we’re all friends here,” he purrs and those sweet eyes flick up to him. “You know what you want, sweetspark? Or you want me to take care of you?”

• Heart racing as he casually flirts just like every time you come in to make you squirm. And it’s his job, you know it. He’s supposed to be charming. But you’re dying inside, wanting to drag him into the back. Because the club is full of willing Cybertronians and you want him. Biting into the inside of your cheek before reaching out, you lay your hand on his. And those optics stare at it. “I want you to take care of me,” you manage, face flushing. Knowing he means a drink, but you don’t want alcohol. You want him. Just once.

• Lips twitching at your obvious embarrassment, because you’re so sweet. Reaching out to hook a servo under your chin and tip your face up, he smiles. “Thought you’d never ask,” he growls and your lips part. “Cover for me,” he calls out to Swerve, vaulting over the bar and heads turn to stare at him hungrily. Winking an optic, he offers you an arm.

• People are staring, but then he’s handsome, flirtatious and he’s yours. At least for tonight. Maybe he does this all the time, taking humans back for a quickie. But you’ve never seen him do it and you’ve been here all week after work. Pining. At first, it had just been the thrill of the taboo, of extending a middle finger to the human purists protesting outside who are so disgusted by interspecies relationships. But after watching him? Getting to know him a bit? Yeah, you’re realizing you’ve got a thing for xenophilia. Watching him use a weird little puck to access a room, you let him lead you inside.

• “First time?” He asks watching you look around before you start hurriedly stripping out of those layers your kind wrap themselves in, revealing skin. And he knows he’s your first. He’s watched you watching him. Something about being the one to teach you about Cybertronians, to be your first nonhuman lover has his spike painfully hard. “We have all night. There’s no rush,” he says, arms coming around you, palms sliding down to cover your hands then flipping so the back of his hands are against your palms as his mouth brushes your neck. “Where do you want me to touch you? What feels good?”

• Him. His frame is warm against your back, so big you feel tiny even with him mass displaced. And you guide one of his hands between your thighs, hearing him chuckle. “Here,” you whisper and he cups you, a servo carefully spearing into you. Stroking deep as your breath hitches and you buck against his palm, your other hand encouraging his to touch you. Bending slightly to brace your palms on the bed as you move against his hand, feeling his mouth, his denta against your neck and shoulder.

• “You want me inside you, sweetspark? Pin you down and fill you all night?” He growls in your ear and you clench on his servo, whimpering when he slips it free and releases his spike. “Hard or soft?” He asks, gripping himself and sliding against you. Slicking his spike with you before slowly pressing deep and you’re so wet, so tight his denta grit. All his.

• “Hard,” you manage, feeling the slight burn of being stretched and he growls, reminding you that he’s not human as his venting gets louder. And as soon as the head of his spike is inside you, he begins rocking against you, easing himself in slowly. Until you impatiently push back. Want him to claim you. Fuck you until you can’t walk. To be so deep inside you you’ll never forget this moment even if it’s the only one you can have. And his servos tighten on your hips.

• Splaying a hand against your spine, he encourages you to ease your upper body down among the pillows, hips tilted up and somehow you feel even tighter. Hard and rough, then? Maybe you like being dominated, well, he’s game to play. “You’re mine,” he groans, hips pumping and you squeeze his spike, making him fight to thrust inside you. And his optics shutter, lost in the feel of you under him, hips snapping against you in hard drives as you moan and push back to meet him. Until he’s rutting against you, listening to those little, needy sounds.

• Gasping as his spike drives deep again and again, feeling every ridge and bump, he’s better than you’d imagined. Big frame bent over you, caging you as his hips pump. And you’re moaning his name, body heating until you’re crying out with your release and he buries himself deep, hips snapping in urgent little jerks until he’s snarling in his own language. Overloading to fill you in excess. Trembling, you whimper when he begins moving again, looking back at him and he smiles. “Told you. You’re mine and we have all night,” he says, optics amused.

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Nah, I get it. I like going that route, too sometimes in my regular stuff. I chose the spark carrier to be a bit more inclusive over here. But I don’t mind writing traditional pregnancy/breeding kinks as long as any story going that route has a warning that that’s the endgame. Any particular bot/s?

[in1-nutshell]

G1 request bot buddy being kups dating blurr

Its been a while since I've done G1, lets do this!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy being Kup's kid and dating Blurr

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Familial, Cybertronian reader

G1

Kup takes pride in catching things before others.

It was one of his specialties, besides being a great shot.

He takes pride that his kid can do the same.

Buddy, his spunky kid he picked off from the streets of Cybertron, turn to one great addition to the Autobot fold.

Saving humans, bots and kicking Con can!

A true Autobot!

An Autobot who was apparently dating someone.

Kup is leaning against the wall while Buddy is busy cleaning their blaster. Kup: “So… who is it?” Buddy tenses a bit. Kup: “Don’t even try to hide it Buddy.” Buddy: “I… I didn’t tell you cause I needed to make sure what we had was serious.” Kup raises and optic. Kup: “And? Is it?” Buddy smiles a bit: “Yes.” Kup: “And your happy? Respected?” Buddy: “Yes. Makes me feel like one of the happiest bots on base.” Kup smiles at this. Kup: “Well the lucky bot? Springer? Hot Rod? Arcee? Perceptor? Oh, Primus don’t tell me its Grimlock!” Buddy: “What no! No, none of them! Its Blurr!” Kup: “…Blurr!?”

Yeah, he did not expect that answer.

Blurr? Why!?

He didn’t see the appeal.

But he trusts Buddy’s judgement.

Kup decides to observe the relationship from a far.

And he isn’t disappointed.

There is a bit of a balance in their dynamic.

For example, Blurr keeps Buddy on their pedes and surprises them with small gifts he finds on missions.

Buddy in the meantime makes sure Blurr is refueling properly, and all his weapons are ready to use.

Kup is spying on the happy couple from a bush. Hot Rod pops up beside him. Hot Rod: “What’s going on?” Kup jumps. Kup: “Hot Rod? What are you doing here?” Hot Rod: “I could be asking you the same thing.” Kup grumbles and looks at the couple. Hot Rod: “… You don’t think that Blurr’s going to do anything to Buddy right?” Kup: “I just want to make sure that they are okay.” The mechs see a Seeker fly in the sky. Buddy, without looking away from Blurr blast the Seeker’s wing. They were pretty sure that it was either Skywarp or Starscream. Blurr just gives them heart optics and squeezes their servo a bit. Kup and Hot Rod: “…” Hot Rod: “Remind me never to get on Buddy’s bad side.”

Kup does eventually gives Blurr the ‘shovel talk’ as the humans call it.

But he knows that Blurr’s a good kid and makes Buddy happy.

As the relationship goes on, Kup finds himself rooting for them and playing mediator.

It’s nothing new to him, so its okay.

Primus helps the bot who decides to talk trash about Buddy’s relationship.

Kup still knows how to aim a blaster with pretty good accuracy.

And mercy on anyone who decides it a smart idea to trash talk about Buddy, Primus forbid THREATEN Buddy.

They won’t know what hit them from the blast in their behind and a speedster socking them across the face multiple times.

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Bonus clear images:

Y/N in the Mirrorverse AU is the opposite.

They deceive people to look innocent but is actually evil.

They are cowardly,very demure,loud,prideful,rich that lives in Iacon and more sassy than the canon.

Also they are the opposite colour and look more like the canon autobot but girlish looking and cute.

Also their alt mode.