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they're Arguing—About Nothing—but the Way they're Arguing is Flirty
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- Part 3 of DW
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Megatron has made many plans, some have come to pass, others not. After capturing an Autobot, he finds that one of his longest held plans may finely be fulfilled... but at what cost? ~A Work in Progress~
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11 Apr 2026
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10/10 storytelling im so in love, 2014-2025 is insane and was worth the read <33
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A Beginner's Guide to Erotic Fantasies [DISCONTINUED] by filmnoir
Fandoms: Forsaken (Roblox)
30 May 2026
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One night, The Spectre presents Noob with a mysterious heart-shaped key beside their bed. Because of this, Noob becomes determined to figure out why The Spectre is trapping them behind a closed door, what exactly goes on and how it works, and most importantly, why nobody remembers what happens the night before, even when Noob clearly remembers them having...nevermind.
THIS FIC HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED AS OF 30/05/2026. Please read the 5th chapter for more details of the rest of the story.
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- Part 1 of forsake these nuts
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05 Nov 2025
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this is amazing I love the story telling 💗
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“Medkit, for your crimes against the inphernals of the factions, that include but are not limited to, Aiding and abetting, Burglary, Fraud and involuntary manslaughter, the court of Banland herby sentences you to…”
Medkit stared up at the judge with a blank expression, hearing the charges against him fall onto his ears. He wasn’t proud of the things he did for the church, the things they made him do, but he supposed he did them anyways, and that adds up.
He probably could have gotten away with it too, if he had just stayed with the church, instead of running away and getting arrested so they wouldn’t find him. Prison was far better than death, at least he’d get to live without being constantly used and made to do the church’s dirty work.
At least he’d get to live.
“...Death by the electric chair.”
What.
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“Please,” he whispered, choking on the word. His stomach was twisting in a way that wasn’t necessarily pleasant, but the swoop of heat he felt after the burn of humiliation more than made up for it.
Rocket made a noise of disagreement. “Eyes on me, Sword,” he chided.
Sword slowly raised his gaze to meet Rocket’s. He opened his mouth, and shut it, biting at his lip. “Please,” he gasped, so quietly it was hardly audible even in the relative silence of the hotel room.
Rocket giggled, a short noise of amusement. “What was that?” he asked. “Speak up.”
“Please!” Sword whined, and it was a desperate sound, practically ripped from his lips.or
the swocket bdsm (technically) fic no one asked for