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[IDW] A Perfect Storm 15/16
Jul. 15th, 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.
A Perfect Storm - Chapter Fifteen
Jazz didn't wake suffering the consequences of his overindulgence, but he wished he had. Perhaps then Bluestreak would have taken mercy on him, rather than tumbling a handful of datapads into his arms two blinks after he'd onlined and tried to roll over to give Bluestreak a very good morning.
Bluestreak wasn't there.
He'd gotten out of the berth before Jazz. He'd washed up without asking for Jazz's assistance. Now he sat in a chair, sipping on a cube of energon, watching.
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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.
Jazz didn't wake suffering the consequences of his overindulgence, but he wished he had. Perhaps then Bluestreak would have taken mercy on him, rather than tumbling a handful of datapads into his arms two blinks after he'd onlined and tried to roll over to give Bluestreak a very good morning.
Bluestreak wasn't there.
He'd gotten out of the berth before Jazz. He'd washed up without asking for Jazz's assistance. Now he sat in a chair, sipping on a cube of energon, watching.
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