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[IDW] A Perfect Storm 14/16
Jul. 8th, 2019 06:31 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.
A Perfect Storm - Chapter Fourteen
“Whipstrike’s dead, I really didn’t need an escort,” Blurr said as Ricochet trailed him into the apartment, peering over and around his shoulder. Did he expect another assassin to leap out of the shadows?
The stench of paint hit his nasal sensors as the overhead lights flickered on. Blurr gave it a quick glance. He couldn’t tell there’d been a fight at all. The damaged furniture was gone and replaced. His floor and walls had been scrubbed and painted. His security system had been uninstalled, reinstalled, and reprogrammed.
Even the outside hall looked brand new. His neighbors had moved out, but Blurr couldn’t blame them. It was dangerous living next to a Wrecker.
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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.
“Whipstrike’s dead, I really didn’t need an escort,” Blurr said as Ricochet trailed him into the apartment, peering over and around his shoulder. Did he expect another assassin to leap out of the shadows?
The stench of paint hit his nasal sensors as the overhead lights flickered on. Blurr gave it a quick glance. He couldn’t tell there’d been a fight at all. The damaged furniture was gone and replaced. His floor and walls had been scrubbed and painted. His security system had been uninstalled, reinstalled, and reprogrammed.
Even the outside hall looked brand new. His neighbors had moved out, but Blurr couldn’t blame them. It was dangerous living next to a Wrecker.
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