[TF] Rain or Shine 01
Aug. 3rd, 2020 06:11 amTitle: Rain or Shine
Universe: IDW, A Perfect Storm Universe
Characters: Blurr/Ricochet, Jazz/Bluestreak, Ratchet/Drift, Original Character(s)
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Twincest, BDSM Themes, Mechpreg, Non-Graphic Birth
Description: With another mechlet on the way, business at the bar waning, and a new Anti-Decepticon movement gaining steam, Blurr wonders if he’s ever going to get any rest. His relationship with Ricochet is put to the test when another storm rumbles on the horizon, threatening to tear them apart, this time for good.
There were too many empty tables in his bar.
Blurr plastered a fake customer service smile on his face, but inside, he frowned. It was peak happy hour, post-second shift, and over half his tables were unoccupied and his bar had only one stool with an occupant.
"A bit quiet in here tonight, isn't it?"
Blurr swallowed a sigh and picked up a pitcher, wandering to the lone occupied stool near the end of the counter. "Quiet's not a bad thing," he said as he topped off Quicken's glass, the bright and cheerful drink splashing up to the brim. "Can I get you anything else?"
"A date," Quicken said with a flash of denta in a wide grin. He braced his elbow on his chin, leaning in closer across the counter.
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Universe: IDW, A Perfect Storm Universe
Characters: Blurr/Ricochet, Jazz/Bluestreak, Ratchet/Drift, Original Character(s)
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Twincest, BDSM Themes, Mechpreg, Non-Graphic Birth
Description: With another mechlet on the way, business at the bar waning, and a new Anti-Decepticon movement gaining steam, Blurr wonders if he’s ever going to get any rest. His relationship with Ricochet is put to the test when another storm rumbles on the horizon, threatening to tear them apart, this time for good.
There were too many empty tables in his bar.
Blurr plastered a fake customer service smile on his face, but inside, he frowned. It was peak happy hour, post-second shift, and over half his tables were unoccupied and his bar had only one stool with an occupant.
"A bit quiet in here tonight, isn't it?"
Blurr swallowed a sigh and picked up a pitcher, wandering to the lone occupied stool near the end of the counter. "Quiet's not a bad thing," he said as he topped off Quicken's glass, the bright and cheerful drink splashing up to the brim. "Can I get you anything else?"
"A date," Quicken said with a flash of denta in a wide grin. He braced his elbow on his chin, leaning in closer across the counter.
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