Hot And Bothered - Vision x F!Reader (SMiH) by SkyPhoenix13125, literature
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Hot And Bothered - Vision x F!Reader (SMiH)
(A/N: This is not flagged as mature, because it's Vision. He's PG 13 at best. But it is a Seven Minutes in Heaven story, so you've been warned!)
You were Maria Hill's assistant. During the aftermath of Ultron's attempt to destroy the world, she had assigned you to keep an eye on Stark Tower. Namely, the owner of the Tower himself, just to ensure that he didn't have any other projects in the works.
But after Bruce's departure, Tony didn't seem interested in building anything new. He fixed up his Iron Man suits and created a JARVIS 2.0 to replace the system currently residing in Vision. But he just didn't have the drive to make something new
WayWood: Michael WaylandxRobert Lightwood OneShot by MotionlessRainbows, literature
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WayWood: Michael WaylandxRobert Lightwood OneShot
Side Note: Waywood is Michael Wayland and Robert Lightwood. The characters belong to Cassandra Clare. I'm just writing a one shot or possibly a mini series. I'd rather this be a super long one shot. I'm going to set this in modern days. But Waywood will be sixteen to eighteen. Michael is going to be the lonely one and Robert is the well known one. They are still Shadowhunters and will still be parabatai.
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Michael's POV
Shadowhunter training was my least favorite thing of mine to do. I was disliked,no one would even train with me. Lunches ate alone,healing wounds drawn on by instructors. It's funny because Shadowhunters wear black sin
A/N:I made adjustments and the such to the previous story. Hopefully it's better than it was, review and tell me, please. This is set in the Golden Age of Transformers: Prime. Megatronus/Orion Pax slash. Just hints, though. Don't get to excited.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
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"Megatronus?" Orion softly asked, thoroughly attempting not to sound as annoyed as he actually was.
His flat blue optics snapped up from the data pad he held in his lap to stare at the gladiator seated besides him. The larger mech was obviously not listening to a word Orion Pax had been saying previously. The clerk tolerated it for as long as he could. Meg
Louder Than Thunder (Megatronus/Orion Pax) Slash by brokencydeven, literature
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Louder Than Thunder (Megatronus/Orion Pax) Slash
A/N: (Set in the Golden Age of Transformers: Prime). This Megatronus/Orion Pax fanfic is just genuinely dark and less humorous. But please, enjoy.
Rated: Teen (+) for mentions of torture, abuse, rape, slavery and the like among gladiators. All in Megatronus' darkest memories. Slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
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The bright bolts of electrical discharge gleamed through the metallic window pane in Megatronus' apartment berth-room. A dull sound would shortly echo after the lightning. Silence would follow before a ravenous crash would ravage through the cities in Kaon. The distinct noises and ominous flashes of pure white always b
Taste (Orion Pax/Megatronus) Smut by brokencydeven, literature
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Taste (Orion Pax/Megatronus) Smut
A/N: Set in the Pre-War or Golden Age of Transformers: Prime.
Rating/Warnings: Rated M for mature. Sticky, oral, tactile.
Pairing: Orion Pax/Megatronus.
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Gladiators were hardly recognized for their tenderness. Especially during any form of interface. Megatronus however decided to prove this socially spawned rumour otherwise to his friend, Orion Pax. Each pleasure driven moan and whimper sounding from the young clerk's soft vocals indicated this well.
Modestly shaped peds spread wide for Megatronus. The base of each silver foot attempted delving into each side of the berth, but both were too drastically stretched over the gladiator's
"So, Jealous Much?" A smug tone voice spoke from beside Rook.
"I beg your pardon?" Rook turned to face Ben who had a smirk on his face and a raised eyebrow.
Rook had come over to Ben's house after helping clean up some of the magma flow but the heat was so bad. Ben had suggested they go back to his place, his parents being out of town until the next morning at a Hurricane Relief Meeting.
The Revonnahgander was stretched out on the couch, a cup of ice water in his hand and protosuit half peeled off to allow his skin to cool off. A bit of a hard task considering Ben was on the couch beside him, leg's draped over Rook's lap and popping a ice
Working the farm was all Macintosh knew, and there really was nothing else in his life. Each and every day he worked the fields and when there was no plowing to be done, he would help his sister buck apples.
One day he was working on some horseshoes that Caramel had not finished. The clumsy colt had smashed his hoof with a hammer and had to take it easy for a while. 'Guess ah better visit him and see if he's doin' alright.' The work was simple and the metal was very malleable, but Mac was having trouble with them. He was just using too much force and was bending the shoes too much. With growing frustration, he just left the unmade shoes, '
Come With Me Now - Tom Riddle x Male!Reader by Mikorin-kun, literature
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Come With Me Now - Tom Riddle x Male!Reader
Tom tapped with his slender fingers on the table, not paying much attention to the stories of those around him. He was so close. He had everything planned out. He would terrorise the school some more with his little pet that hid in the secret chamber beneath the girls’ bathroom. Though he wouldn’t terrorise it to the point to which it would be closed. He didn’t feel like going back to the orphanage just yet. Tom snapped out of his thoughts when he heard someone clear his throat. He and his followers looked at the source of the sound and saw (M/n), a nervous, awkward Ravenclaw. Tom smiled. (M/n) had been quite useful so far.
mine. [m!reader x tom riddle] by Ravencaws, literature
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mine. [m!reader x tom riddle]
“Tom!”
“What is it?”
“Stop!”
Tom’s eyes glazed over with a frown, as he once again pulled his precious [M/N] close to him. They were in the Room of Requirement as they cuddled close to one another on a fluffy, comfortable chair. Warmth breezed over and through them as the fireplace stayed awake with them. Tom’s hands slid down [M/N]’s arms as [M/N] sat in between Tom’s legs, trying to study.
A single book laid on [M/N]’s lap, as he yawned into his hand out of exhaustion, and all in once, his book dropped to the floor. Groaning, [M/N] leaned to pick it up, only to be met wit