![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[IDW] A Perfect Storm 02/16
Apr. 15th, 2019 06:05 amTitle: A Perfect Storm
Universe: TF G1/IDW
Characters: Blurr, Jazz, Bluestreak, Ricochet, Prowl, Rodimus, Drift, Ratchet
Pairings: Blurr/Jazz, Blurr/Ricochet, Blurr/Ricochet/Jazz, Ricochet/Jazz, Bluestreak/Jazz, Drift/Ratchet,
Rating: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Twincest, Mechpreg, Canon Typical Violence
Description: Blurr happens to enjoy life on post-war Cybertron, but when a serial murderer starts targeting former Wreckers, Blurr ends up saddled with a bodyguard who rubs him in all the wrong ways. Or right ways, if you were to ask Ricochet. Let the battle begin.
Commission for MamaBlurr.
Chapter Two
“I need a favor.”
Those were the first words out of his twin’s mouth, and Ricochet barely had a moment to marvel at the rarity of them before Jazz invited himself into Ricochet’s tiny apartment.
“Come on in,” Ricochet said as he let the door close and followed the agitated swirl of his brother’s field into the main room. He dropped down on the edge of the lounge, visor tracking Jazz’s pacing. “Pleasure to see you, bro. Nice of ya to remember I exist.”
It’d been a week, maybe more, since Jazz had last popped into his life. Ricochet didn’t know why his twin suddenly decided to play ghost. He didn’t ask, he didn’t poke, he didn’t pry. Jazz’s business was Jazz’s business. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be snide about it.
( Read more... )
Universe: TF G1/IDW
Characters: Blurr, Jazz, Bluestreak, Ricochet, Prowl, Rodimus, Drift, Ratchet
Pairings: Blurr/Jazz, Blurr/Ricochet, Blurr/Ricochet/Jazz, Ricochet/Jazz, Bluestreak/Jazz, Drift/Ratchet,
Rating: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Twincest, Mechpreg, Canon Typical Violence
Description: Blurr happens to enjoy life on post-war Cybertron, but when a serial murderer starts targeting former Wreckers, Blurr ends up saddled with a bodyguard who rubs him in all the wrong ways. Or right ways, if you were to ask Ricochet. Let the battle begin.
Commission for MamaBlurr.
“I need a favor.”
Those were the first words out of his twin’s mouth, and Ricochet barely had a moment to marvel at the rarity of them before Jazz invited himself into Ricochet’s tiny apartment.
“Come on in,” Ricochet said as he let the door close and followed the agitated swirl of his brother’s field into the main room. He dropped down on the edge of the lounge, visor tracking Jazz’s pacing. “Pleasure to see you, bro. Nice of ya to remember I exist.”
It’d been a week, maybe more, since Jazz had last popped into his life. Ricochet didn’t know why his twin suddenly decided to play ghost. He didn’t ask, he didn’t poke, he didn’t pry. Jazz’s business was Jazz’s business. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be snide about it.
( Read more... )
