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[IDW] All the Queen's Treasure 05
Feb. 3rd, 2020 06:13 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 Five
Hardshell swept Sunstreaker out of the room that was to be his for the foreseeable future, and down a long hallway, back to what Sunstreaker was internally deeming the main corridor. It seemed to connect to everything, and while it wasn’t particularly massive, it did appear well-traveled.
It branched off, left and right, and Hardshell took the right, Bob padding along behind them, the click-click-click of his feet a reassuring sound in a corridor that was otherwise silent. It was a bit unnerving. There was, distantly, a low and steady hum Sunstreaker thought might have been the bulk of the Hive, doing whatever it was they did throughout the day.
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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.
Hardshell swept Sunstreaker out of the room that was to be his for the foreseeable future, and down a long hallway, back to what Sunstreaker was internally deeming the main corridor. It seemed to connect to everything, and while it wasn’t particularly massive, it did appear well-traveled.
It branched off, left and right, and Hardshell took the right, Bob padding along behind them, the click-click-click of his feet a reassuring sound in a corridor that was otherwise silent. It was a bit unnerving. There was, distantly, a low and steady hum Sunstreaker thought might have been the bulk of the Hive, doing whatever it was they did throughout the day.
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