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[IDW] A Perfect Storm 08/16
May. 27th, 2019 06:17 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 Eight
Blurr asked to see Ricochet in private.
No one batted an optic or tried to deny him. Which was a stark contrast to the reception Jazz received whenever he tried to get a few minutes with Ricochet. Prowl’s orders apparently.
Sometimes, Prowl could be an aft.
Blurr waited for them to bring Ricochet in. He sat in a hard chair with too high of a back, on one side of a metal table with magnetic strips to attach the magna-cuffs. The room was sterile and empty, without so much as a piece of art on the wall or a mirror, though the vid-recorders in each of the corners were proof nothing went unseen.
They would be able to speak in private, true, but it was recorded and would probably be reviewed later. No matter. Blurr had no intention to explain the partial truth of why he was here. He had his part in the plan. That was all he had to do.
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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.
Blurr asked to see Ricochet in private.
No one batted an optic or tried to deny him. Which was a stark contrast to the reception Jazz received whenever he tried to get a few minutes with Ricochet. Prowl’s orders apparently.
Sometimes, Prowl could be an aft.
Blurr waited for them to bring Ricochet in. He sat in a hard chair with too high of a back, on one side of a metal table with magnetic strips to attach the magna-cuffs. The room was sterile and empty, without so much as a piece of art on the wall or a mirror, though the vid-recorders in each of the corners were proof nothing went unseen.
They would be able to speak in private, true, but it was recorded and would probably be reviewed later. No matter. Blurr had no intention to explain the partial truth of why he was here. He had his part in the plan. That was all he had to do.
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