Haha! First new chapter of this. I reposted the rest from Memories and Times. I hope you few readers enjoy!
1. Meticulous—Effortlessly Jazz went through his meticulous routine, scrubbing down the counters, dusting the lamps, even arranging the dishes perfectly.
2. Lip—Jazz bit his lower lip, nervous around Praxians after his experience with Barricade.
3. Circle—Within the circle of his arms, Jazz cried against Prowl's chest, weeping for the loss of his sparkling.
4. Band—As a youngling, Jazz had participated in his school's band by playing the flute.
5. Surround—Jazz's arms surrounded his sparkling, hugging him close as his drunkard mate shouted for them.
6. Lock—Panting, Jazz locked his sparkling in the closet, desperate for his mate not to find the small one. "Now, hush hush, let's play hide and seek," he whispered.
7. Rigorous—Watching as Jazz spun at the target, legs kicking out as he backflipped, Prowl hadn't realized how rigorous of a training schedule Jazz secretly kept himself to.
8. Edge—His master knew how to play him like an instrument, especially when he was strung up from the ceiling like a present, ready to tip over the edge of the precipice but Prowl would always pull away before that final shove.
9. Curl—Jazz's legs quivered as small tendrils snaked around his pedes, but his focus was more on the bot he thought he'd knew who was now circling him like a predator, lips curled as tentacles wound around his neck.
10. Enclose—They took his legs from him, and now they planned to enclose him in a cavern with his "bondmate."
11. Scrupulous—Prowl knew he was too scrupulous to satisfy his owners. That was why they'd cast him aside, thrown him into a literal junk heap and given him the command to stay. They'd proven with those actions that they weren't his owners anymore, but he found no desire to get up and try for a life of his own, at least not until a weary Polyhexian shook him awake, recognized what he was, and told him to "follow." Follow he would, until Jazz had no more use for him and he was cast aside just like his previous owners had done.
12. Rim—Jazz wailed out to the open air as Prowl teased him, glossa tracing the rim of his valve and bringing him to the edge.
13. Encircle—His cloak pulled over his helm, he struggled deeper into the storm, only for it to stop raging around him and his beloved winter elemental leaped forward to encircle himself in his arms.
14. Pierce—The cold whittled away at his armor, pierced his protoform with ease, and he considered himself an idiot to want to go out there to meet the cause of the storm.
15. Twist—Digits flexed inside him, their clawed tips spreading and making him breathily gasp as the Skulker's lips twisted into a grin.
16. Noisily—Desperately Jazz ran to get to the train in time, fearful of what would happen if he missed it and the noisily screaming whistle.
17. Spiral—"Whoo-hoo!" Jazz screamed in delight, clutching closer to his demon lover's back as Prowl dove down in a spiral.
18. Whorl—The Polyhexian's optics were glazed over as he held the paintbrush, his digits flicking over the canvas in whorls and spikes.
19. Rowdily—Prowl sighed as the twins rowdily disrupted his hands-on "demonstration" on Jazz about the proper way to bring a sire—such as himself—to a strong overload.
20. Accept—It wasn't something he could readily accept, but Prowl knew his succubus lover needed to interface with others if he wanted to live, and Jazz's insistence at staying around Prowl in his free time merely made the knowledge more torturous.
21. Mad—"You're mad," whispered the seer as he took in the sight of the bruised and bloodied Praxian.
22. Soak—While Polyhexians loved them, Praxians did not enjoy oil baths in the least when their large feathered wings became soaked, heavy with fluid.
23. Coil—Tongue coiled around his softening member, easing Payton down from his orgasm as Jazz traced her hands over his chest.
24. Immoral—This was wrong, immoral, and Prowl knew he could lose his job if anyone found out, but he could only groan as his young sparkmate—one of his most promising students—bounced eagerly on his spike to sate the burning lust within them both.
25. Wet—Payton watched as the pleasurebot panted, displaying himself for all to see, from the other Cybertronians to the humans that strolled along the street. The pleasurebot's servo wiggled as it pulled out of his valve, wet and sticky, only to be cleaned off by a slippery glossa, and Payton felt his lower half become uncomfortably warm.
26. Rambunctious—Rambunctious as the party was, Prowl found it somehow delightful.
27. Decadent—His frown deepened as he watched the criminal drink the energon as if it were the most decadent thing in the galaxy.
28. Degenerate—Of all the annoying, pesky, deadly degenerates in the prison, there was one that infuriated one particular Praxian guard the most.
29. Wild—Polyhexian parties were always wild, always loud, but Prowl hadn't expected the nobility to favor such active parties too.
30. Dip—His Intended held out his servo in offer, and Jazz giggled as Prowl spun him in the waltz and did that little dip thing.
31. Indulgent—At night, he dreamt of goodies everywhere, an indulgent dream of sweets filling his life.
32. Take—Jazz smiled, all that was left to do would be to take the bomb away.
33. Invite—The albino mechasnake, in naga form, circled around the nymph's naked form curiously as he tried to determine why she was bare before him. Nightly he lay with her as her guardian, her unneeded protector in the cabin, but never had she fully bared her body in his presence. She stepped over his coils, silently coy, and lay down on her rarely used bed, opening herself to his inspection. Quickly he took the invite, lest she retract her offer, and descended on her body.
34. Nook—Her home was hidden in a nook of trees, neither a magical barrier like her kind usually preferred or a fence of bushes hiding it.
35. Indentation—Bots stared at him as he walked by, proudly displaying the indentation bitemarks on his sensory panels.
36. Niche—Polyhexians occupied a very niche part of the lake, straying just into the photic zone but not at the very bottom of the lake either.
37. Depression—With a sparkline prone to depression, Jazz fought sadness every moment of his life.
38. Indent—Jazz's denta worried at his lips, making an indent that would be evident later.
39. Depress—"You depress me," Jazz mumbled as he stretched his arms over his helm.
40. Delay—The young warrior fidgeted at the delay, looking towards the horizon as if his will alone would make his tribe hurry.
41. Toss—Though his spark nearly stopped each time his mate tossed their sparkling up in the air, he let them continue it because he knew that his mate would never hurt their sparkling.
42. Writhe—His expression remained neutral as he watched the mecha writhe in their orgy at his alter, though his spark pounded in his chest.
43. Flail—Arms flailed about as the energetic Praxian spoke.
44. Squirm—The virgin Poly squirmed in his bonds, delight in his optics as he watched the Praxian eagerly.
45. Roll—The ground flew closer to him as he fell, not screaming but laughing gaily, only to roll to his knees upon landing.
46. Wriggle—The slave wriggled in his bonds, trying to entice his master to wholly take him.
47. Wiggle—With a gasp, she laughed and wiggled out of his arms as he tried to tickle her.
48. Thrash—Sobbing, he lost his will to thrash against his captor as his sparkling was brutally torn out of his belly.
49. Struggle—The Polyhexian had put up a fierce struggle, Prowl had to admit, but now belonged to him.
50. Grapple—If there was one thing Jazz admired about himself, oddly enough it was his grapple in his arm.
