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[IDW] All the Queen's Treasure 03
Jan. 20th, 2020 06:12 amTitle: All the Queen’s Treasure
Continuity: IDW, Alternate Canon
Characters: Sunstreaker, Ironhide, Bob the Insecticon, Hardshell, Sharpshot, Kickback, Original Insecticon Character(s)
Pairings: Hardshell/Sunstreaker, Insecticon(s)/Sunstreaker, Hardshell/Sunstreaker/Sharpshot
Rating: M
Enticements: Consensual Body Modification, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Non-Graphic Oviposition, Off-screen Egg Laying, Knotting
Description: After Sideswipe, Sunstreaker returns to Cybertron, lost and alone, until Bob leads him on a wild chase into the wildlands, to a nest beneath the surface of the planet, and a place Sunstreaker might call home.
Part Three
Sunstreaker onlined slowly, his sensor suites rebooting one by one, registering warmth and softness, safety and comfort. He lay on something plush and inviting, cradling his frame like a gentle cocoon. He heard soft sounds, like the recharging ventilations of a berth partner, and there were gentle strokes along his plating.
He onlined his optics, the dull throbbing in his processor more tolerable than the sharp knifing that had sent him into unconsciousness before. It was dimly lit here, but brighter than the first cavern.
The rustling of multiple limbs skittering across surfaces registered first. The walls and ceiling looked to be in constant motion.
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Continuity: IDW, Alternate Canon
Characters: Sunstreaker, Ironhide, Bob the Insecticon, Hardshell, Sharpshot, Kickback, Original Insecticon Character(s)
Pairings: Hardshell/Sunstreaker, Insecticon(s)/Sunstreaker, Hardshell/Sunstreaker/Sharpshot
Rating: M
Enticements: Consensual Body Modification, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Non-Graphic Oviposition, Off-screen Egg Laying, Knotting
Description: After Sideswipe, Sunstreaker returns to Cybertron, lost and alone, until Bob leads him on a wild chase into the wildlands, to a nest beneath the surface of the planet, and a place Sunstreaker might call home.
Sunstreaker onlined slowly, his sensor suites rebooting one by one, registering warmth and softness, safety and comfort. He lay on something plush and inviting, cradling his frame like a gentle cocoon. He heard soft sounds, like the recharging ventilations of a berth partner, and there were gentle strokes along his plating.
He onlined his optics, the dull throbbing in his processor more tolerable than the sharp knifing that had sent him into unconsciousness before. It was dimly lit here, but brighter than the first cavern.
The rustling of multiple limbs skittering across surfaces registered first. The walls and ceiling looked to be in constant motion.
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