28 Bluestreak Mask of Words
All the words have been claimed!
I hope to have all the requests finished in the next couple of weeks. My thanks to everyone who has helped me with this!
Alright so I'm working on a new fanfiction, and I realized I want Bluestreak to play a good sized role in it, however I've never written him before. Therefore I want to do the 28 meme for him.
If you could claim a word and give me other characters to work with I would be very appreciative. However I am going to try and keep them in the universe I am creating, which is a cross between G1, Movie, and some other things, as well as being very dark. The length of these may also vary depending on inspiration and time constraints. These are also unbetad because this is mostly a writing exercise, however if you see any obvious mistakes please let me know.
I originally posted this in another community I belong to and didn't get enough responses, so I'm opening it up to everyone here. However as much as I will try and keep this list up to date, only I have the Master List. I'd post it to my regular journal, but I get enough flak from my RL friends that it'll be easier for me to do it this way.
I'm including some of the ones I've already completed and I'll post the others over the next couple of days as not to make this a hideously long post or to overwhelm the community with superfluous posting.
List Legend
Bold are up for grabs
Strike Through are completed
-claimed are obviously claimed
Angsty
At the Beach
Bath Time
Book Reading
Caring
Dancing
Daring
Disheveled
Dominant -claimed
Drinking
Excited
Exhausted
Exploring
Greedy -claimed
Happy -claimed
Horny
Jealous
Kickass
Naïve
Naughty
Obedient
On His Knees
On Vacation -Sunstreaker, Hound and Mirage mentioned
Playing with Kids
Silly
Transforming -claimed
Turned On -Wildrider
Well-Shagged
A couple to get this started:
On His Knees
When Prowl gave him the news Bluestreak could only stare at the 2IC. A trap? They had to be lying. Jazz was coming back. He was coming home. He promised. It was just a simple in and out mission. Prowl was lying. He had to be. Jazz was coming home. Blackout couldn't have gotten him. He wasn't be on his way back there. They had barely gotten out the first time. Before he could respond Bluestreak felt his knees give out; he hit the floor, a keening cry tearing out of his vocalizer, mourning. “JAZZ!” Jazz was back with Megatron.
Title: Well-shagged
Guest staring: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Froststike (my OC, created fully for this story, she's not well defined...)
Rating: R
Notes: OK I'm not very good with OCs, and I love the Bluestreak/Twins pairings. Please be kind, I haven't written much on the more involved side of carnal pleasure... although its mostly implied in this...
Well-shagged
When Bluestreak came tumbling out of Froststrike's quarters, on his way to to the wash racks before patrol, he did not expect to collide with his lovers. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe looked just as surprised. With a slight yelp he stumbled back into Froststrike who had come to the door to see what the commotion was about. A quick glance at the Lamborghini's in the hall, and a devious smirk flashed across her face. Payback was a bitch. The slightly taller femme wrapped her arms around the gray mech in front of her, pulling him close. A quick kiss on the helm, a mummer of the time in his audio, and release. Bluestreak took off to the washracks before his lovers could process what had happened. With an innocent smile Froststrike stepped back into her quarters and allowed the door to close in front of the startled Twins.
After the doors closed and Bluestreak was out of sight, Sideswipe turned to his brother. “Please tell me I did not see what I thought I just saw.”
Sunstreaker just growled.
Before he could do more then that Bluestreak came tearing back down the hall. “Hey late for patrol. Get some rest; you both were on shift all night. Don't stay up all day playing pranks. Love you.” And with a quick kiss for each, Bluestreak was gone.
The twins just stared at each other. While that was normal behavior for Bluestreak when he was late, he never acted that normal when he felt guilty. And cheating on his lovers would definitely make him guilty.
Which only left one option. Someone just tried to pull a fast one on the Lamborghini Twins. Sideswipe quirked an optic at Sunstreaker, who grinned viciously. This was going to be fun.
***
Bluestreak returned to a quiet Ark hours later. He frowned, It was April 1st, surely his lover would not pass up the opportunity. A quiet Ark meant only a couple of things: Sideswipe was plotting, or Sideswipe was in the brig. Which meant given the day Sunstreaker had probably joined him. Bluestreak let out a sigh. Shaking his head he proceeded to the wash racks.
The racks were deserted at this hour, and the Datsun sighed as the warmed fluid pattered gently against his armor. He shuttered his optics, before turning his face into the spray.
A pair of arms around his middle, and the lips on his, startled Bluestreak back to the present. His optics flashed on only to see Sunstreaker, optics smoldering, staring into his. Which meant that the arms around him belonged to Sideswipe. The gray mech relaxed back into the hold, knowing that he was utterly helpless against the two front line fighters.
He let out a moan into the mouth that was pressed deliciously against his, as the hands around began to move, tracing sensitive seams. Bluestreak was quickly lost in a haze of pleasure.
“It wasn't nice to tease us this morning.” Sunstreaker breathed in his audio, tweaking an extra sensitive wire, sending him crashing into overload.
When Bluestreak regained his senses, his lovers were gone, the wash racks empty aside from himself. Shaking Bluestreak got to his feet and finished his wash routine. Shutting off the racks, he leaned against the wall. Something was up, he could feel it. What was it Sunstreaker had said just before he overloaded? Ah yes 'It wasn't nice to tease us this morning.' Shaking his head at the cryptic message Bluestreak left the wash racks and head to the rec room to get some energon.
The room was crowded, when Bluestreak got there, from the recent shift change. His eyes automatically sought out the twins, who were lounging around as if they hadn't a care in the world. Only someone as familiar with them as Bluestreak would have seen the predatory look in the depths of their optics.
With a nearly inaudible swallow, Bluestreak made his way to the dispenser. As he waited for the cube to fill he felt the ghost of a touch along his back. Jumping he spun around only to see Sideswipe walking towards the door, where Sunstreaker was waiting, leaning casually in the door frame. The red twin paused in the doorway, turning to face the mech still frozen at the dispenser. Both mechs let seductive smirks cross their faces, before they turned and left.
When they were out of sight, Bluestreak grabbed the cube that by that time had finished filling, and gulped it down. Setting the cube down in the disposal area, Bluestreak left the rec room in search of his lovers. After a bit he found them sparring in the gym. The two moved with grace and precision like a well choreographed dance, and Bluestreak could only watch entranced. Atleast until he felt someone wrap their arms around him. He stiffened until, they spoke.
“Beautiful aren't they?”
“Yes they are, but you best let go of me Froststrike. They tend to be rather possessive, and I'd hate to have them mad at you. They tend to be rather extreme...”
A finger on his lips silenced him. “I know what I'm doing Blue,” she purred.
“No. No. I don't think you do...” Bluestreak was again interrupted , this time by two large forms standing over him. He froze, every sensor hyper aware.
“Well what do we have here?” Sunstreaker leered.
“Looks like this little femme has taken a like to our Blue,” Sideswipe purred dangerously.
Bluestreak could only stand transfixed in the overwhelming presence of his lovers; barely contained savagery evident in every word and movement. Bluestreak felt Froststrike's arms tighten around his shoulders.
Sideswipe let out a growl that sounded identical to his twin's. Said twin leaned in until his face was just in front of the femme's. “If you don't remove your arms we will.”
With a yelp, Froststrike released Bluestreak, tripping in her haste and falling to the floor. Bluestreak was unresisting as the twins pulled him against them. He frowned though when he felt both mechs tremble against him. He looked up at the faces above him, then at the femme on the floor behind him. “That was mean guys.”
Sideswipe burst out laughing and Sunstreaker smirked. “April fools” Sideswipe gasped out.
Froststrike just sat on the floor, stunned. “You mean your...” she trailed off.
“Not this time.” Sunstreaker smirked. “Just keep your hands off what's ours in the future.” With that he began to herd the Datsun out of the room.
“Don't try and prank the master,” Sideswipe added. “You won't like the results.” The three vanished out of the door.
Froststrike sagged against the wall and began to laugh.
***
Bluestreak was uncharacteristically silent on the walk back to the twins' quarters. It was only after the door closed that he turned to face his lovers. “That was mean.”
Sunstreaker chuckled. “Not as mean as she was this morning. What were you doing in her quarters anyways?”
“She invited me over cause she knew you two had landed night duty. And Mirage is still injured so Hound is staying with him, and I hate to be alone...”
Sunstreaker silenced him with a kiss. Bluestreak hastily broke it before he became enamored. “No I'm mad at you.” He backed away from both of the Lamborghinis.
The twins looked at each other. A look passed between them and they pounced.
***
When Froststrike entered the rec room, only three mechs were present. Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and Bluestreak. They lay curled together on a couch, Bluestreak dozing lightly against them.
“Don't you have a room for that?” She asked in a pointed tone.
“Oh we have a room alright, but if we go back there, Blue's not going to get any rest,” Sideswipe answered devilishly.
I hope to have all the requests finished in the next couple of weeks. My thanks to everyone who has helped me with this!
Alright so I'm working on a new fanfiction, and I realized I want Bluestreak to play a good sized role in it, however I've never written him before. Therefore I want to do the 28 meme for him.
If you could claim a word and give me other characters to work with I would be very appreciative. However I am going to try and keep them in the universe I am creating, which is a cross between G1, Movie, and some other things, as well as being very dark. The length of these may also vary depending on inspiration and time constraints. These are also unbetad because this is mostly a writing exercise, however if you see any obvious mistakes please let me know.
I originally posted this in another community I belong to and didn't get enough responses, so I'm opening it up to everyone here. However as much as I will try and keep this list up to date, only I have the Master List. I'd post it to my regular journal, but I get enough flak from my RL friends that it'll be easier for me to do it this way.
I'm including some of the ones I've already completed and I'll post the others over the next couple of days as not to make this a hideously long post or to overwhelm the community with superfluous posting.
List Legend
Bold are up for grabs
Strike Through are completed
-claimed are obviously claimed
Angsty
At the Beach
Bath Time
Book Reading
Caring
Dancing
Daring
Disheveled
Dominant -claimed
Drinking
Excited
Exhausted
Exploring
Greedy -claimed
Happy -claimed
Horny
Jealous
Kickass
Naïve
Naughty
Obedient
On His Knees
On Vacation -Sunstreaker, Hound and Mirage mentioned
Playing with Kids
Silly
Transforming -claimed
Turned On -Wildrider
Well-Shagged
A couple to get this started:
On His Knees
When Prowl gave him the news Bluestreak could only stare at the 2IC. A trap? They had to be lying. Jazz was coming back. He was coming home. He promised. It was just a simple in and out mission. Prowl was lying. He had to be. Jazz was coming home. Blackout couldn't have gotten him. He wasn't be on his way back there. They had barely gotten out the first time. Before he could respond Bluestreak felt his knees give out; he hit the floor, a keening cry tearing out of his vocalizer, mourning. “JAZZ!” Jazz was back with Megatron.
Title: Well-shagged
Guest staring: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Froststike (my OC, created fully for this story, she's not well defined...)
Rating: R
Notes: OK I'm not very good with OCs, and I love the Bluestreak/Twins pairings. Please be kind, I haven't written much on the more involved side of carnal pleasure... although its mostly implied in this...
Well-shagged
When Bluestreak came tumbling out of Froststrike's quarters, on his way to to the wash racks before patrol, he did not expect to collide with his lovers. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe looked just as surprised. With a slight yelp he stumbled back into Froststrike who had come to the door to see what the commotion was about. A quick glance at the Lamborghini's in the hall, and a devious smirk flashed across her face. Payback was a bitch. The slightly taller femme wrapped her arms around the gray mech in front of her, pulling him close. A quick kiss on the helm, a mummer of the time in his audio, and release. Bluestreak took off to the washracks before his lovers could process what had happened. With an innocent smile Froststrike stepped back into her quarters and allowed the door to close in front of the startled Twins.
After the doors closed and Bluestreak was out of sight, Sideswipe turned to his brother. “Please tell me I did not see what I thought I just saw.”
Sunstreaker just growled.
Before he could do more then that Bluestreak came tearing back down the hall. “Hey late for patrol. Get some rest; you both were on shift all night. Don't stay up all day playing pranks. Love you.” And with a quick kiss for each, Bluestreak was gone.
The twins just stared at each other. While that was normal behavior for Bluestreak when he was late, he never acted that normal when he felt guilty. And cheating on his lovers would definitely make him guilty.
Which only left one option. Someone just tried to pull a fast one on the Lamborghini Twins. Sideswipe quirked an optic at Sunstreaker, who grinned viciously. This was going to be fun.
***
Bluestreak returned to a quiet Ark hours later. He frowned, It was April 1st, surely his lover would not pass up the opportunity. A quiet Ark meant only a couple of things: Sideswipe was plotting, or Sideswipe was in the brig. Which meant given the day Sunstreaker had probably joined him. Bluestreak let out a sigh. Shaking his head he proceeded to the wash racks.
The racks were deserted at this hour, and the Datsun sighed as the warmed fluid pattered gently against his armor. He shuttered his optics, before turning his face into the spray.
A pair of arms around his middle, and the lips on his, startled Bluestreak back to the present. His optics flashed on only to see Sunstreaker, optics smoldering, staring into his. Which meant that the arms around him belonged to Sideswipe. The gray mech relaxed back into the hold, knowing that he was utterly helpless against the two front line fighters.
He let out a moan into the mouth that was pressed deliciously against his, as the hands around began to move, tracing sensitive seams. Bluestreak was quickly lost in a haze of pleasure.
“It wasn't nice to tease us this morning.” Sunstreaker breathed in his audio, tweaking an extra sensitive wire, sending him crashing into overload.
When Bluestreak regained his senses, his lovers were gone, the wash racks empty aside from himself. Shaking Bluestreak got to his feet and finished his wash routine. Shutting off the racks, he leaned against the wall. Something was up, he could feel it. What was it Sunstreaker had said just before he overloaded? Ah yes 'It wasn't nice to tease us this morning.' Shaking his head at the cryptic message Bluestreak left the wash racks and head to the rec room to get some energon.
The room was crowded, when Bluestreak got there, from the recent shift change. His eyes automatically sought out the twins, who were lounging around as if they hadn't a care in the world. Only someone as familiar with them as Bluestreak would have seen the predatory look in the depths of their optics.
With a nearly inaudible swallow, Bluestreak made his way to the dispenser. As he waited for the cube to fill he felt the ghost of a touch along his back. Jumping he spun around only to see Sideswipe walking towards the door, where Sunstreaker was waiting, leaning casually in the door frame. The red twin paused in the doorway, turning to face the mech still frozen at the dispenser. Both mechs let seductive smirks cross their faces, before they turned and left.
When they were out of sight, Bluestreak grabbed the cube that by that time had finished filling, and gulped it down. Setting the cube down in the disposal area, Bluestreak left the rec room in search of his lovers. After a bit he found them sparring in the gym. The two moved with grace and precision like a well choreographed dance, and Bluestreak could only watch entranced. Atleast until he felt someone wrap their arms around him. He stiffened until, they spoke.
“Beautiful aren't they?”
“Yes they are, but you best let go of me Froststrike. They tend to be rather possessive, and I'd hate to have them mad at you. They tend to be rather extreme...”
A finger on his lips silenced him. “I know what I'm doing Blue,” she purred.
“No. No. I don't think you do...” Bluestreak was again interrupted , this time by two large forms standing over him. He froze, every sensor hyper aware.
“Well what do we have here?” Sunstreaker leered.
“Looks like this little femme has taken a like to our Blue,” Sideswipe purred dangerously.
Bluestreak could only stand transfixed in the overwhelming presence of his lovers; barely contained savagery evident in every word and movement. Bluestreak felt Froststrike's arms tighten around his shoulders.
Sideswipe let out a growl that sounded identical to his twin's. Said twin leaned in until his face was just in front of the femme's. “If you don't remove your arms we will.”
With a yelp, Froststrike released Bluestreak, tripping in her haste and falling to the floor. Bluestreak was unresisting as the twins pulled him against them. He frowned though when he felt both mechs tremble against him. He looked up at the faces above him, then at the femme on the floor behind him. “That was mean guys.”
Sideswipe burst out laughing and Sunstreaker smirked. “April fools” Sideswipe gasped out.
Froststrike just sat on the floor, stunned. “You mean your...” she trailed off.
“Not this time.” Sunstreaker smirked. “Just keep your hands off what's ours in the future.” With that he began to herd the Datsun out of the room.
“Don't try and prank the master,” Sideswipe added. “You won't like the results.” The three vanished out of the door.
Froststrike sagged against the wall and began to laugh.
***
Bluestreak was uncharacteristically silent on the walk back to the twins' quarters. It was only after the door closed that he turned to face his lovers. “That was mean.”
Sunstreaker chuckled. “Not as mean as she was this morning. What were you doing in her quarters anyways?”
“She invited me over cause she knew you two had landed night duty. And Mirage is still injured so Hound is staying with him, and I hate to be alone...”
Sunstreaker silenced him with a kiss. Bluestreak hastily broke it before he became enamored. “No I'm mad at you.” He backed away from both of the Lamborghinis.
The twins looked at each other. A look passed between them and they pounced.
***
When Froststrike entered the rec room, only three mechs were present. Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and Bluestreak. They lay curled together on a couch, Bluestreak dozing lightly against them.
“Don't you have a room for that?” She asked in a pointed tone.
“Oh we have a room alright, but if we go back there, Blue's not going to get any rest,” Sideswipe answered devilishly.