#public safety drone

[drone9futuristic]

BRINC Built 911 Drone As First Responder (DFR) System

"Our fully integrated approach…sets us apart in the industry," says Don Redmond, BRINC Vice President of Advanced Public Safety Projects. "We anticipate that our innovative solution will enhance operational efficiency and save lives." 

[amrutmnm]

Navigating Crisis: The Power of Drones in Public Safety Operations

The Public Safety Drone Market is witnessing unprecedented growth, with a market size valued at USD 1.1 billion in 2023, projected to reach USD 2.0 billion by 2028, at a CAGR of 13.0%. This remarkable expansion is driven by advancements in drone technology, growing regulatory support, and an increasing need for efficient and cost-effective solutions in emergency response and public safety operations.

Public safety drones, equipped with advanced sensors, cameras, and autonomous capabilities, are revolutionizing emergency management, crime surveillance, and disaster response. This blog delves into the key drivers, challenges, opportunities, and trends shaping the future of the Public Safety Drone Industry.

Market Drivers

1. Increasing Use of Drones for Border Management

One of the key drivers of the public safety drone market is the rising use of drones in border surveillance and management. Protecting borders from unauthorized drones and other threats is a challenging task, making drones indispensable for effective border patrol and surveillance. With their ability to cover large areas at a lower cost, drones are being integrated into border management systems worldwide.

For instance, in October 2022, the US Border Patrol awarded a contract to Red Cat subsidiary Teal Drones for surveillance and tracking drones. The collaboration, part of a Blanket Purchase Agreement with US Customs and Border Protection, highlights the growing importance of drones in enhancing border security.

2. Enhanced Situational Awareness in Emergency Responses

Drones offer unparalleled situational awareness to first responders, allowing them to assess critical incidents in real-time and make informed decisions. Whether it’s locating missing persons, assessing fire hazards, or monitoring natural disasters, drones provide crucial aerial insights that improve the efficiency of emergency responses. The capability to access hard-to-reach areas further amplifies their utility in search and rescue operations.

3. Technological Advancements and Hybrid Drones

Advances in drone technology, such as improved flight performance, extended endurance, and enhanced payload capacities, are driving market growth. Hybrid drones, which combine the capabilities of rotary-wing and fixed-wing UAVs, are particularly popular due to their extended flight time and ability to operate in diverse environments. These drones are well-suited for border patrol, aerial surveys, and law enforcement activities, enabling agencies to cover larger areas more effectively.

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Market Restraints

1. Lack of Skilled Personnel

Despite the advantages drones offer, a significant challenge in the public safety drone market is the shortage of trained pilots. Operating drones, especially for high-precision tasks, requires specialized skills. Public safety drones often fly at low altitudes, making precise control and maneuverability critical. A lack of skilled personnel increases the risk of human error, which remains a leading cause of drone accidents.

A report from Calhoun: The NPS Institutional Archive shows that nearly 32% of UAV accidents are due to human error. This highlights the importance of investing in training programs for drone pilots to minimize risks and maximize the potential of drones in public safety applications.

Opportunities

1. Technological Advancements in Drone Payloads

The development of drone payload technology has opened new avenues for public safety drones. Drones can now carry critical supplies such as blood, medication, food, and water to disaster-affected areas where traditional transportation methods may be limited. This capability has the potential to save lives in situations where timely delivery of essential items is crucial.

For example, during the COVID-19 pandemic, drones were used to spray disinfectants and deliver medical supplies in public areas, enhancing the efficiency of response efforts. As drone payload technology continues to advance, public safety agencies can expect even greater capabilities in the future.

Challenges

1. Cybersecurity Concerns

The increasing use of drones in public safety has also raised concerns about cybersecurity. Drones rely on cloud-based systems for data transmission and storage, making them vulnerable to hacking. Data breaches or tampering with drone systems could have severe consequences, especially in critical public safety missions.

In response to these concerns, the US government launched a drone cybersecurity evaluation program in March 2023. This program aims to ensure the security of commercial drones by analyzing their components, software, and supply chains for potential vulnerabilities. As drones become more integrated into public safety operations, addressing cybersecurity concerns will be essential to maintaining trust in the technology.

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Public Safety Drone Market Ecosystem

The public safety drone market is supported by a diverse ecosystem of stakeholders, including platform manufacturers, subsystem providers, service providers, and software developers. Key players in the market include DJI (China), Autel Robotics (China), Skydio Inc (US), Parrot Drone SAS (France), and Teledyne FLIR LLC (US). These companies are at the forefront of drone innovation, offering advanced solutions for law enforcement, firefighting, and disaster management.

Market Segmentation

1. By Type: Hybrid Drones

The hybrid drone segment is expected to experience significant growth during the forecast period. These drones can seamlessly transition between vertical takeoff and landing (VTOL) and horizontal flight, making them ideal for a wide range of public safety applications. Their ability to cover vast geographical areas while carrying advanced sensors makes them invaluable for aerial surveys, border surveillance, and law enforcement operations.

2. By Application: Police Operations & Investigations

Among the various applications of public safety drones, police operations and investigations are expected to lead the market. Drones are increasingly being used for crime-scene photography, crowd monitoring, and surveillance, offering cost-effective alternatives to traditional methods such as helicopter patrols. Police departments around the world are adopting drones to track suspects, monitor public gatherings, and assess natural disasters.

Regional Insights

1. North America: Leading the Market

North America is projected to lead the public safety drone market during the forecast period. The region's strong focus on public safety, coupled with supportive regulatory frameworks, has accelerated the adoption of drones in law enforcement and emergency response. The US, in particular, is a major contributor to market growth, with numerous collaborations between public safety agencies and private drone service providers.

2. Asia Pacific: A Rising Market

The Asia Pacific region is expected to witness the highest growth rate, driven by rising internal conflicts and political tensions in countries such as India and China. Public safety agencies in these regions are increasingly deploying drones to monitor borders and ensure national security. As the demand for public safety drones continues to grow, the Asia Pacific region is poised to become a key player in the global market.

Recent Developments

Several key developments in the Public Safety Drone Market underscore the rapid pace of innovation in the industry:

Skydio Inc released the Skydio X2D Multiband in May 2023, featuring new multiband technology to overcome frequency interference and enhance performance.

DJI teamed up with MRSDE in April 2023 to deploy drones for search and rescue missions in the UK, further expanding its presence in the public safety sector.

DraganFly Inc. entered into a partnership with AgileMesh Inc. in April 2023 to improve communication capabilities for emergency personnel.

The public safety drone market is on a rapid growth trajectory, driven by technological advancements, increasing regulatory support, and the growing need for efficient emergency response solutions. As drones continue to evolve, their role in public safety will expand, offering new possibilities for improving operational efficiency and ensuring the safety of communities worldwide.

With a projected market size of USD 2.0 billion by 2028, public safety drones are set to become indispensable tools for law enforcement, firefighting, disaster management, and border security. However, addressing challenges such as cybersecurity concerns and the shortage of skilled pilots will be crucial for unlocking the full potential of this market.

As technology continues to advance and public safety agencies increasingly adopt drones, the future of the public safety drone market looks promising, with significant growth opportunities on the horizon.

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Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)

What is the current size of the Public Safety Drone market? The Public Safety Drone market is valued at USD 1.1 billion in 2023 and is projected to reach USD 2.0 billion by 2028, at a CAGR of 13.0%.

Which region is expected to grow the most? Asia Pacific is projected to grow at the highest CAGR, driven by internal conflicts and political tensions in the region.

What are the key market drivers? Key drivers include the increasing use of drones for border management, enhanced situational awareness, and advancements in hybrid drone technology.

[townpostin]

Jharkhand Ramps Up Security for Muharram Observances

Multi-Pronged Approach Includes Police Deployment, Drone Surveillance, and Anti-Riot Drills State-wide measures aim to ensure peaceful processions and maintain public order during religious observances. RANCHI – Jharkhand’s major cities have implemented comprehensive security arrangements for Muharram, with Jamshedpur leading the way in advanced preparations and technology deployment. Senior…

[historyandmemes]

*IMPORTANT REPORTING* A Times Investigation Tracked Israel’s Use of One of Its Most Destructive Bombs in South Gaza

(Source: New York Times | Last Updated Dec. 22, 2023) During the first six weeks of the war in Gaza, Israel routinely used one of its biggest and most destructive bombs in areas it designated safe for civilians, according to an analysis of visual evidence by The New York Times

Here's a clip for easy access, but please WATCH the FULL VIDEO ON YOUTUBE with no paywall * Warning: Graphic Content* Ultimately, the investigation identified 208 craters in satellite imagery and drone footage. ... the findings reveal that 2,000-pound bombs posed a pervasive threat to civilians seeking safety across south Gaza. Reporting By Robin Stein, Haley Willis, Ishaan Jhaveri, Danielle Miller, Aaron Byrd and Natalie Reneau

This is not defense, this is not justice, this is an affront to international humanitarian law. Stop the carnage.

The international community must do more than merely profess the defense of human rights; it must also ensure compliance in practice. DON'T LOOK AWAY. KEEP UP PUBLIC PRESSURE. PUSH FOR PEACE.

[onelittlespiral]

Attention: Health and Safety Alert

Dear Students, Faculty, and Staff,

It has come to our attention that a serious outbreak of a virus illness has been seriously harming our campus community. We take this public health threat very seriously and want you all to be aware and alert so that you can stay safe.

As a matter of transparency, we want to be clear on the origin of this virus. The Frontal Recognizance Transmutation Arenavirus 24 (often called just arena or FRT-24) has been a known threat for some time, with clear symptoms from infected individuals. A research lab on campus was known to have been studying its effects. This particular strain, the alpha variant, was of particular interest, so when a sample went missing, we exhausted campus resources to locate it. We were unable to and are now deeply sorry to our campus community. We take full responsibility for the current outbreak.

FRT-24 is highly contagious, so it is important to know the immediate signs. Look for:

Sudden headaches or migraines

Dizziness or loss of vision

Fevers and chills, especially paired with heavy perspiration

Loss of cognitive functions

Rapid muscle swelling

If you are infected, symptoms may take up to three days to develop, and you may still be a vector in this time. As the disease takes hold, you may notice a change in mood, as a lack of interest in usual activities. Instead, the disease drives the infected towards spreading. Common hubs seem to be gyms, parties, and social gatherings. We have also noticed an uptick in fraternity membership this year, a possible sign of disease spread.

Know the signs in yourself or others, as often the infected will not show traditional signs of ailment. This student has given us permission to share his story:

This young man was a healthy Junior just a few weeks ago. He was a promising young academic in biochemistry, hoping to one day do research on emergent diseases. Since his experience with FRT-24, his life is forever changed.

The changes are alarming. He has gained over 100 lbs and been unable to focus on his studies. Instead, he was spending hours in the student rec center, consumed by his illness as he worked his body to exhaustion. Since his quarantining, he has been unable to answer any basic questions about his academic career or research project. Instead, he has shown a hallucinated knowledge of a personal training and fitness program. As an early vector, we are aware of at least 10 other students who were infected before his quarantine, and he is being held for further observations on disease progression.

Thankfully we have been able to identify the method of transmission. At this time, it seems bodily fluids are most transmissible method. It seems that this virus enhances the body in this respect. Those infected will often try to spread by any means necessary. They are very good at finding susceptible men, isolating them, and finding ways to expose them directly to their sweat, saliva, and in some cases semen. They will be desperate for any chance to get you alone with them, to join their ranks. Do no be drawn in by promises of muscle, of status, or ease of life. Their brains are no longer their own. They only seek to make you a drone for FRT-24.

While we are still in the early stages of understanding the virus, we would like to acknowledge the valiant work done by Dr. Pulaski and his team of researchers. They have lead the way in this fight, throwing themselves at this dangerous line of work. Without their noble sacrifice, we would be still months from understanding the origins of this outbreak. We have narrowed down the point of origin to a party held a few weeks ago in the PKE frat house. At this time, it is unknown if frat leadership was in any way involved with this outbreak.

Sadly, Dr. Pulaski was found earlier this week a few days after conducting interviews and performing sample retrieval from the PKE house believed to be the epicenter. He was found shirtless, flexing his newly formed muscles in the mirror at the student rec center.

When reached for comment, he only smirked and reported “feeling great, bruh,” a clear sign of decline. We are still uncertain if he has exposed any of his other researchers to the disease.

Remember, you are responsible for yourself and out campus community. If you suspect you or someone you know has been exposed, please report to the Student Health Center immediately for examination. In the mean time, please stay safe everyone. We will continue to keep you updated as we know more

Regards,

Dr. Brendan Host, President

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[prone-to-fleeting-obsessions]

Dating Sunday Affection hc's

I have now played 2.2, no spoilers though

If you're the kind of person that really likes spontaneity, Sunday probably isn't the person for you...

He's got about five itineraries going at once

What meals are being prepared, the clothing you'll wear through the week, exactly what days chores need to be done on, all on top of his meetings and other droning work

So, pretty much all dates and outings are preplanned down to the most insignificant details, ensuring everything runs perfectly

Sunday needs control of his environment

Any little hitch could be a potential threat to your safety!

Chances are, most of the outings and time spent together outside of your shared home, is done in the dreamscape, where he has complete control

Lovely little picnics with the most exquisite view of the beautiful dreamscape sky, or any view you want really, will be off limits to everyone else (except maybe a few trusted dreamweavers, in order to ensure nothing happens)

He's an anxious mess, though he hides it well, every time anyone else approaches you for any reason, his arm around you always, pulling you right into him so he's prepared

That being said, he does truly enjoy going out with you

Walking around the dreamscape, holding your hand or linking arms as he watches all of your perfect reactions with a soft smile, tightening his hold a little when he worries you might run off...

His eyes rarely leave your face in those moments, as if trying to memorize every little micro expression

"I'm merely curious on what you find most pleasing. We're always looking for guest feedback, love." He'll tell you with a reassuring little quirk of his lips, as if his eyes don't soften every time you smile

He's partly true to his word, taking mental notes of everything you like to implement it further, and maybe even make a particular little slice of the dreamscape all for you

One where you can live happily forever, with every little thing you could ever want... It consumes his mind most waking hours

Affection wise he's always very reserved in public, and even embarrassed easily in private at the beginning

That fades soon enough, with him happily taking every opportunity to remind you how much he loves your sweet smile

He unconsciously covers the two of you kissing with his wings, as if creating a little shield, even in private

His wings in particular are known to show his emotions far more than his practiced expressions, twitching and fluttering and even flapping right in front of his face when surprised

When annoyed they'll fluff a little, and when really angry they look as sharp as blades

In public he usually kisses your hand, looking up into your eyes while doing so in a way that feels far too intimate

A lot of his public acts are subtle, adopting your walking pace, keeping a close eyes on your heart rate, gently guiding you when you stray a bit, glaring at anyone who gets too close

He'll probably always default to big spoon, to holding you and comforting you and dote on you

He just wants your happiness, your satisfaction, your safety...

Everything he does is for you

During the beginning of your relationship, he tenses at every little unexpected noise

Being the partner of a powerful figure can be dangerous!

It's not his fault he lays awake at night, watching your breath with unblinking eyes, grappling with these horribly overwhelming feeling of desperation

You need to be safe. You need to be safe.

He's not particularly fond of having his eyes off of you, but the eyes of trusted bodyguards will have to suffice for when he has no choice...

This is especially true with the fear of "death" in the dreamscape at it's peak... You won't spend a single second out of his sight, if he lets you enter the dreamscape at all

The strong should protect the weak, it's his responsible to protect you, in every way possible, no matter what, forever...

He loves you, an overwhelming amount, a truly heartbreakingly tragic amount

No matter what, he hopes you'll love him too

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Heel, Stay, and Shake.

🐦‍⬛ What’s this? A wild bird in our classroom? Now we can’t have that, can we? 🧪

By My Hand.

Raven didn’t know what to expect when Professor Crewel asked to see him after class. A summons from him typically meant one of two things: a thorough scolding or remedial work. Sometimes both.

She wasn’t the type for either. Raven kept her head down and behaved—and thus stood off to the side of his wrath. And now here she was, standing in the line of fire.

“Wooow, sucks to be you,” Ace had sneered on his way out. “The goody-two-shoes finally gets into trouble herself!”

“Leave her alone, Ace,” Deuce grumbled, “You don’t want to make things worse for her than they already are.”

Even the Prefect, Yuu—level-headed, neutral—had passed her a look of sympathy. But they cleared out of the laboratory the same as the rest, leaving Raven to her doom.

The heavy wooden door slammed shut, trapping her in with their teacher.

Crewel had traded his lab coat and safety goggles for his usual attire: a black and white color-blocked vest, black undershirt and slacks, smart shoes that clicked with every step, blood red gloves, socks, and tie. Over this, a striped fur coat with several tails, the insides a shocking scarlet.

He ran a hand through his hair—black slicked back, white in a graceful sweep of parted bangs. His eyes, a shade of iced onyx, dug into her like the teeth of a dog. Not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to threaten to.

She struggled not to tremble under his gaze. Raven knew it to be discerning and, more importantly, unrelenting in its critique.

“Crowley.”

“Y-Yes!!” Raven yelped, standing at attention. Her posture naturally corrected itself at his voice. Back stiffening, head lifting. “Wh-Whatever it is I’ve said or done to offend you, I apologize! I will reflect on my actions and do better in the future!”

“Offend me?” Crewel’s surprise melted into a devilish smirk. “You’ve done nothing of the sort. However, I’m flattered that you would think yourself in such dire need of my private instruction.”

“Eh? Then what did you need me for…?”

“A curiosity of mine. I hope you do not mind.”

“N-No, sir! Curiosity not minded!”

A chuckle.

Crewel extended his pointer to a line of shelves. “I’ve heard from the headmaster that you care for colorants. Is that correct?”

Raven was all too eager to provide the answer and then book it out of there. “That’s right. I brew some in my spare time. They’re enchanted inks, meant for writing and journaling.”

“Inks? What, may I ask, makes them ‘enchanted’?”

“Well…” Raven gestured to a potted mandrake. “It’s like cultivation. I infuse magic into the ink, which grants them fun properties. Smelling like an orange slice, glowing even long after you’ve penned it, words that produce the sounds they write out.”

“I see.” Interest had started to seep into Crewel’s voice. “Have you ever thought to extend this skill to other areas of application?”

“No, not really. It’s just something I got into to save on pocket money. Commercial inks can be expensive, so I thought to make my own with the ingredients gathered from around campus…”

Raven trailed off.

A glint had settled into Crewel’s eyes. The very same shine that came into Crowley’s at the mention of money or fresh game.

“It seems to me,” Crewel said slowly, “that you have a talent.”

A stone dropped into her stomach.

Uh-oh, here comes trouble.

“I would very much like to train that talent.” He tapped his pointer into an open palm. Each strike light, but had all the gravity of a gravel.

“Huh?!”

“You’re familiar with Night Raven College’s charity ball?”

“Yes…”

She couldn’t forget it even if she tried. The headmaster had droned about it for the last several weeks, declaring it a “prime time” to look good to the public. (Half of those weeks had been spent preening and wondering which suit and tie to wear.)

“School staff are to be in attendance to oversee the event. This year, we’re donating the proceeds to an animal shelter on Sage’s Island—a cause I’m particularly passionate about. As such, I would like to wear something stunning—and to dazzle at a show, you must have the element of surprise. I will be designing my own outfit. That is where you will come in.

“I will provide the materials, and you will prepare the dye for it. I want a unique color and magical effect that suits my image and enhances it.”

“But I don’t know the first thing about fabrics or treating them,” Raven protested faintly.

“Which is why I will mentor you. It will be a collaborative effort.”

“I-I’m sure you’re entirely capable of accomplishing this on your own, Professor! After all, Crewel-sensei is so very skilled…”

“Tch.” He frowned, making his displeasure clear. “You are missing the point, pup. Do you really think I wouldn’t have already done so, were that my intention?”

Raven flinched. “I don’t know, sir.”

“Night Raven College is making efforts to promote teamwork in its curriculum and extracurricular activities. For such a front-facing event, our new direction will be center stage. You’re a clever girl. I’m certain I do not need to explain the importance of this.”

“Surely there are more ideal candidates, sir… Students far more qualified than me. V-Vil-senpai? Or a Science Club member? Rook-senpai might be interested.”

“Of course I am aware of that—but this isn't about them. This is about you."

His pointer sliced through the air, so sharp that it cracked like a whip, aiming itself right at her. Crewel's face was the picture of arrogance, a high and mighty king looking down at the peasants. (Raven suddenly understood why he, of all teachers, was a Night Raven College graduate.)

"Since the day you scampered into my classroom, you've been nothing but a meek little thing. Obedience is all well and good, but you lack a bark and a bite, the confidence to be bold and to demonstrate your ability with pride. Schoenheit and the others already have that.

“You must learn how to speak up, pup! And this Crewel-sama will be the one to teach that to you.”

“B—But…”

“No buts!” he snapped. “If you’re going to reject the idea, then do so with your entire chest! I will accept it as proof of your bite. If you cannot muster that, then you will submit yourself to my guidance. What will it be?”

Raven shrunk back—proving his point. Speak up? Louder, more sternly—against her own teacher? She couldn’t.

Yikes, he’s so fired up about this… There’s no way I can comfortably say ‘no’!

She balled her fists up, terribly twisting her skirt. Raven sighed deeply, resigning herself to her fate.

“… Alright, I will do my best to assist, Crewel-sensei. In return, I will be relying on you too.”

“Good girl. You’ve made your choice.” Crewel offered a hand. “Then let us shake on it.”

She hesitantly took it. His grip was firm and resolute, hers limp and unenthusiastic.

At last, he smiled in satisfaction. “I look forward to instructing you, Crowley. I expect you to keep up.”

Never in her life had she felt more like some poor dog strung along on a leash.

[lilithknoxville]

Could u do a Johnny smut where her nipples are pierced and he gets turned on by it???

Barbells and Bitemarks (Johnny Knoxville x Fem! Reader) (18+!)

Summary: “What - Nipple piercings a turn on for you or somethin’?” You teased, chuckling awkwardly.

“Yes, actually.” His answer made you stop short. Your eyes raked over his face. His eyes were dark, pools of lust swimming in them. The sight alone was enough to make your knees weak, and you let out a breathy laugh.

“Wh-What?” You stammered, making him snicker. His hands, which had fallen down by his sides, came up to your shoulders.

“Do I gotta spell it out for you, doll?” Johnny’s voice dropped a couple of octaves, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smirked, “I’m into girls with piercin’s, and I’m much more into them when they’re on your gorgeous ass.”

Content Warnings: Graphic Smut, 18+, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Johnny is a massive whore here, Oral (Fem Receiving), Mild Dacryphilia, Semi Public Sex, Daddy Kink

Word Count: 4,285

AN: MY FIRST EVER ASK EEEEEEEEE!!!!! I literally wanna kiss this anon on the mouth for giving me this idea /j. Thank you so much for requesting something from me, and my inbox is ABSOLUTELY still open for more requests. I may have forty documents open of smuts but I will absolutely drop them for a request. This is high key the most fun I’ve had writing a story in a while :3 again no beta reader we die like men. Also I’m posting this at 4:00 in the morning so MANNNNNNN I’m tired. Prolly gonna pass out after this LOL. Okay here we gooooooooo! ✨

You huffed out a sigh, resting your head back against the wall you were leaned up against. Jeff’s voice droned on and on, giving information and safety on a stunt that you weren’t thrilled about being a part of. So you had tried to tune Jeff out as much as possible, but his loud and booming voice wasn’t letting you zone out. You kicked a leg over your other one, shifting uncomfortably on your feet. You looked over, seeing Johnny leaned over on the opposite wall from you. You smiled slightly, and an easy smile graced his lips as well. He pushed himself off of the wall, coming over to where you were standing. He dipped his head down, his voice hushed in your ear.

“Well ain’t you the vision of bein’ enthused?” Johnny asked, his lips quirked up in a smile. You snorted out a laugh as you looked up at him.

“I’m not exactly thrilled about being up on your shoulders, Knox. I’m fuckin’ terrified of heights, and you’re not exactly short.” You smiled at him, and he shook his head, laughing.

“I promise I ain’t gonna drop you, doll.” He gave a smile that had your stomach doing somersaults, and you growled uneasily.

“I’m holding you to that.” You wrinkled your nose, a smile on your lips, and he clapped a hand on your shoulder. Jeff’s booming voice caught your attention and you cast your gaze back towards where Jeff was standing.

“Hey lovebirds, you two wanna join our conversation?” Jeff called, and the amount of hoots and hollers from the rest of the cast had you pulling your beanie down to cover your face, “Anyways - Johnny, Bam, Ryan, and (Y/N), you guys are gonna be next up for shooting. We’re going to go ahead with Steve-O, Dave, and Ehren’s stunt.” Jeff looked down at his clipboard, nodding to cement what he had just said, “But stay on deck, I’m thinking this one’ll take about an hour. Go ahead and get changed into different clothes, and be on standby. Your guys’ stunt involves mud, and we’ve still got a whole day of shooting.” Jeff clapped his hands and you were all sent on your separate ways. You headed to the trailer they had set up specifically for you, Johnny on your heels like a lost puppy. Your feelings for Johnny were… confusing, to say the least. On one hand, he was your absolute best friend in the whole wide world; You were nothing but comfortable around him. You both laughed until you cried, leaned on the other for support, and you loved each other fiercely. On the other, you were beyond in love with him. Any laugh he gave at your jokes, any smile cast your way, and anytime he touched you (albeit all of them were innocent) lit you up from the inside out.

You entered the trailer, propping the door open with your foot as you waited for Johnny. You rolled your eyes, chuckling as he stepped into your trailer.

“You gotta follow me everywhere I go like a lovesick puppy?” You teased, watching as Johnny flopped down on the small couch set up in the trailer.

“Hey, I’m makin’ sure no one fucks with you, doll. You know how these boys are.” Johnny shrugged, resting one of his arms on the back of the couch. You rolled your eyes, leaning against the doorframe with your hands behind your back. You kicked one leg over the other, rolling your eyes hard at Johnny’s comment.

“And you act like I’m not scared to beat anyone’s ass.” You snorted out a laugh, pushing off of the wall and going to the small wardrobe that was set up for you. You looked through the clothes, humming. Each outfit was marked with a name of a stunt, and you got to the one for this stunt. It was a sheer, white tank top with jean shorts. You held it up, looking at the outfit with scrutinizing eyes.

“Really?” Johnny barked out a laugh, shaking his head, “I mean - Sex sells, but if we’re sticking our only female cast member in somethin’ like this…” He chuckled again, letting out a puff of air from his nose. There was something unreadable in his eyes, and as you stared at him, trying to figure it out, he looked away, avoiding your eyes, “I dunno what they’re thinkin’.”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” You tore your eyes away from him, rolling them hard. You heaved out a sigh, giving the outfit one last scrutinous glare, “But I don’t think I really have that much of a choice.” You hung the hanger on the back of a chair, your hands coming to your hoodie’s hem. You pulled your hoodie off over your head, but you failed to realize you had grabbed the bottom of your shirt as well. Immediately, you were standing in a sheer, lace bralette in front of Johnny.

Time seemed to freeze as his eyes raked over you - how the bralette pushed your boobs together, the black lace against your skin, and the two barbells pushed through each of your nipples. You yelped and covered your chest with your arm, your face flushing a bright red.

“Shit! I’m fucking sorry!” You cried, moving your arm from over your chest to try and get your shirt out of the hoodie. Your hands trembled as frantic apologies tumbled from your lips, when suddenly Johnny’s hands were covering yours.

You looked up to see him standing in front of you, his face the same shade of red as yours. His face was calm, however, and a smile ghosted over his lips.

“Doll, you ain’t gotta freak out.” His voice was quiet, a murmur, as he helped you pull the shirt out of the hoodie, “But when were you gonna tell me you’ve got piercings?” He asked, a wolfish grin on his lips. You smacked his arm with a hand, your other hand covering your chest with your shirt.

“You’re an ass!” You chuckled, your face still feeling warm, “What - Nipple piercings a turn on for you or somethin’?” You teased, chuckling awkwardly.

“Yes, actually.” His answer made you stop short. Your eyes raked over his face, looking for any sign he was joking, but there was nothing more than a cool smirk on his face. His eyes were dark, pools of lust swimming in them. The sight alone was enough to make your knees weak, and you let out a breathy laugh.

“Wh-What?” You stammered, making him snicker. His hands, which had fallen down by his sides, came up to your shoulders.

“Do I gotta spell it out for you, doll?” Johnny’s voice dropped a couple of octaves, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smirked, “I’m into girls with piercin’s, and I’m much more into them when they’re on your gorgeous ass.”

Your head was absolutely swimming, the thoughts swirling through your head nothing that would be considered safe for work. But Johnny’s voice brought you back down to Earth;

“Now, you gonna let Daddy see my babygirl’s piercin’s?” He purred, his hands tracing circles on your shoulders. You shuddered under his hands, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He leaned forward, dipping his head down, and captured your lips in a kiss. Immediately, all of the breath was stolen from your lungs, and your hands scrambled to his shoulders. The kiss started off as slow and soft at first, but it slowly progressed to bruising and passionate.

He growled against your lips, something primal flaring in his chest. This wasn't just some casual kiss; this was a decade of suppressed emotions and desires erupting to the surface for the both of you. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you against him firmly, as if he was afraid of you slipping away.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to tease at the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. You opened your mouth, accepting his tongue to touch around. You were secretly very thankful that he didn’t try and jam his tongue so far down your throat that you gagged. His free hand moved up to cup the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, holding you captive against him.

Finally, you broke the kiss, gasping for air. Your chest heaved with every breath you took, and your cheeks were flushed a brilliant red. You searched Johnny’s eyes for a moment, a small, breathless giggle leaving your lips. Johnny had the same breathlessness you did, his lips quirking up in a half smile.

“Well, if I didn’t know any better, doll, I’d say you’ve been waitin’ for me to do that for a while.” His voice was barely above a whisper, his hand cradling your face. You looked up at him with humor filled eyes, giggling.

“Good thing you know better, hmm?” You asked, giving him a teasing smile. His smile darkened and before you knew it, he had you up in the air, his arms locked around your waist. You squealed and giggled, as Johnny walked over to the small couch that was in your trailer.

He tossed you on the couch, your back pressed dully into the cushions. He crawled in between your legs, his face ghosting over yours. His breath was stolen from his lungs as he looked down at the goddess laid before him, your cheeks flushed the prettiest salmon. You looked up at him, pupils blown wide with lust and want. It intoxicated him in the best way possible, and it made him want more.

More he got, as your hands snaked around his neck and pulled him back down roughly. Your lips reconnected and Johnny grunted against your lips, his hands going to your hips to raise them up against him. In this new angle, you could feel the hard press of the growing bulge in Johnny’s jeans.

He pulled away from the bruising kiss, his breath fanning heavy over your face. A smile tugged at his lips, his head dipping down to your neck. Hot opened mouth kisses were pressed into your skin, the sharp edges of his teeth pressing gently into your neck. You writhed and whimpered under him, his hands tracing your sides with the softest of touches.

“This okay?” He murmured against your skin as his fingers danced at the hem of your bralette, “Wanna make you feel good.”

“Yeah, ‘m good.” You breathed out, helping him take off your bralette. He threw it into a random corner, his hands shaking as they ghosted over your breasts.

His eyes stayed stationary on the black barbells pushed through either of your nipples. Slowly, as if he was hesitant, his hands came to your breasts, kneading them. You let out a shaky breath, your heart hammering in your chest. His nimble fingers danced over the barbells, and you sucked in a breath through your teeth.

“Yeah? Sensitive, ain’tcha?” He breathed out, his eyes flicking back and forth between your face and your breasts, “My pretty girl.” He breathed out, pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts.

His head dipped lower, his lips attaching to one of your nipples. It was like an electric current was sent through your whole body, the warm feeling of his mouth on the cold barbell made you shoot up. Your back arched, as a shaky wail came from your mouth. Johnny pulled back immediately, his face flashing with concern.

“No, no, no!” You babbled, whining deep in your throat, “Pl-Please.” You begged, your breath coming out in pathetic sounding pants.

“Well, I gotta listen when you’re beggin’ so pretty for me.” Johnny chuckled, dipping his head back down. His mouth went back to your nipple, the warm feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple making you wail again.

His hand dipped to your jeans, fumbling with the button as he tried to undo it with one hand. A huff of breath left his nose and he pulled off of your breast, focusing his attention on your jeans.

“Fuckin’ - goddamnit.” He cursed under his breath, making you giggle. You gently covered his hands with yours, helping him undo the button on your jeans, and you started to push them off of your hips. He caught the hem of your panties in his blunt nails, practically ripping both of them off of your legs. He threw both pieces of clothing to a random corner of your trailer, pushing your legs open. You tried to close your legs, a flare of embarrassment running hot through your veins, but he was much stronger than you were.

He growled, his lips kissing down your stomach, along your hip bone, tasting the cream of your skin mixed with the salt of sweat. He kissed down along your thigh, stopping just before where you needed it the most. You watched as his cheek pressed into your thigh, as he watched how you dripped and keened.

“Look at you, little one,” Johnny purred, causing you to whimper, your fingers tightening in his hair, “You got this wet just from Daddy playin’ with them sexy piercin’s?” The southern twang in his voice drove you crazy, but the fact that he bit into the soft of your thigh caused you to keen again.

“Jesus, don’t fucking tease me.” You whined, your voice coming out breathless and needy. Johnny nipped at the junction where your thigh met your pelvis, and the feeling made you shudder underneath his hands.

“You ain’t got a single idea how bad I’ve wanted you like this.” His breath fanned hot over your clammy skin, his lips kissing lower and lower until he was right above your clit, “Hearin’ you say my name like it’s the only prayer you’ve known.” He groaned, his tongue darting out and kitten licking across your clit.

His lips attached to your pussy, his tongue exploring every single part of you. You whined, throwing your head back against the couch, as his movements were slow, agonizing in the best way possible. He switched between his tongue thrusting in and out of your dripping pussy and sucking on your clit. You let out a strangled moan as he offered a hard suck of your clit.

“Goddamn, babygirl. You taste just like honey.” He grunted against you, pulling back slightly, and wetting his middle and ring finger with his own saliva, “Could spend the rest of my life right here, face pressed into this fuckin’ pussy.” He murmured, lowering his head again. His lips attached to your clit, his middle finger slowly dipping into your pussy.

You came lighting up off of the couch, wailing out his name as he curled his finger, finding the spongy tissue that had you seeing stars. He chuckled against you, the vibration of his laugh making your heart flip in your chest.

His ministrations were eager, and before you knew it, he was adding the second finger into you. He curled his fingers hard, the pleasure thrumming through your veins hitting an all time high. Your hands came to his hair, your hips rolling against his face.

The coil inside your core started to wind tighter and tighter, as you shamelessly grinded against his face, trying to pull yourself closer to an orgasm. He moaned eagerly against you, clearly enjoying the entire situation himself. Tighter and tighter the coil inside you wound, Johnny’s little grunts and moans against you doing nothing to help the situation.

The coil snapped, your orgasm rattling through your bones - your moans breathless and high pitched - as Johnny drank up all of your slick. Your breaths were heavy and ragged, Johnny’s face still firmly planted between your thighs. The feeling started to border on overstimulating, so you tapped his head three times shakily. Johnny finally pulled his head back, his chin and lips wet.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re gonna kill me, doll.” He grunted against your hipbone, laughing shakily, “Usin’ my face like your own personal throne, I could get used to that.” He looked up at you with humor filled eyes, crawling back up towards your lips.

You kissed him breathlessly, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. You moaned shamelessly into his mouth, your hands making quick work of ripping his shirt off of him and pushing his jeans down to his knees. He kicked off his shoes, awkwardly shoving his jeans off of his legs, the denim falling unceremoniously to the floor.

You adjusted on the couch, laying flat on your back horizontally, and Johnny slotted himself between your legs, the thick press of his cock against your weeping slit making you mewl. He fumbled around for a moment, trying to find his jeans.

“I’m on the-” You raised your arm, tapping your bicep, “-thing in arm. Good for three years.” You dropped your arm, your hand running down his chest. “You’re good. I’m clean.”

“You sure?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours, “Can’t promise I’m gonna last long feelin’ this pussy raw.” He admitted, laughing awkwardly.

“I’m sure. No babies.” You pulled his face down to yours, kissing him breathlessly, “Pump me full of cum, Daddy.” You purred.

“Jesus Ch-“ He let out a strangled grunt, resting his forehead against yours. His breath fanned hot against your face, his breath shaky, “You tryna give an old man a heart attack?” He asked, his voice shaking. He opened his eyes, silently asking if it was okay again. You nodded, and he slowly started to push into you.

The feeling of his thick cock stretching you out made you wail into his shoulder, your blunt nails digging into his shoulders. Slowly, agonizingly, he pushed in until he bottomed out. His breath was catching in his throat, his arm twitching as he gripped onto the back of the couch for dear life.

“Fuckin’ hell, babygirl.” He grunted out, letting out a trembling exhale of breath, “Pussy’s like a goddamned vice around me.” He spoke through gritted teeth, staying still to let you get used to the feeling of him inside you.

It was a silent couple of seconds before your muscles started to relax and he was able to start thrusting shallowly in and out of you. You whimpered and keened underneath him, and he hadn’t even gotten started yet.

“Harder…” You whispered, your voice begging helplessly, “Daddy, please.”

“Anything my babygirl wants.” Johnny whispered back to you, his hands moving to wrap around your neck, pulling himself impossibly closer to you. His hips slowly sped up, the pace rough but not brutal. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath heavy in your ear.

“Shit, Johnny.” You sucked in a breath through your teeth, whimpering in his ear as he set a steady pace. His hipbones smacked against your ass, causing a dull pain that only accentuated the pleasure.

It was a few moments of this steady pace before Johnny suddenly pulled back from where he was buried in your neck. You looked up at him with dazed eyes, confusion etching into your features. He shuddered out a breath as he met your eyes, a shaky smile crossing his face.

His hands shoved your thighs back, pushing your knees almost to your chest. In this angle, you could feel every inch of his cock as he pounded into you. You threw your head back, wailing out a mix of his name and a guttural scream. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you threw your head back against the small couch.

“Yeah, that’s it, my sweet girl.” He grunted through gritted teeth, his breath coming out in bursts, “You take Daddy’s cock so fucking well. This goddamned pussy was made for this cock - Fuck!” He snarled, his hips speeding up. All you could do was hold on for dear life, your mind swimming with nothing but him and how fucking good this felt.

His hands came to your breasts, his fingers tweaking one of the barbells. Between his nimble fingers on your nipples sending waves of heat to your core, and him making a complete mess of your pussy, you felt yourself coming undone at the seams. The familiar coil in your core was winding tighter and tighter by the second, and the tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes fell down your face. The pleasure was starting to border on the perfect blend of amazing and almost cruel. You met his eyes, your vision blurry from the tears, and you could see he had a wolfish grin on his lips.

“Yeah, that’s it. Cry over how fucking good this cock is.” He snarled, dipping his head down to your neck and leaving hot opened mouth kisses against your skin, “Could fucking live in this pussy, babygirl, Jesus Christ-!” His thrusts were getting sloppy, and you wailed out his name again, the coil suddenly snapping in your core. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your body trembled, your pussy fluttering around him. Your body felt taut, as your orgasm rippled through your bones.

“Oh fuck, babygirl-“ He grunted out, his thrusts brutal and rapid, “Just like that… Daddy’s gonna fucking cum all in this pussy.” He growled in your ear, and all you could do was hold on for dear life.

A couple seconds later, he stilled, letting out a moan that would make a pornstar blush. His cock twitched and pulsed inside of you as thick, hot ropes of cum filled you. You writhed, still trying to come down from your high.

It was a silent couple of seconds as the two of you remembered how to breathe, and you were the first to make any form of a sound. You chuckled breathlessly, meeting Johnny’s eyes.

“Well, remind me to accidentally strip in front of you more often.” You panted out, bringing your arms up and pulling Johnny into a kiss. His hands cradled the back of your head, holding your lips to his. He broke the kiss, laughing softly against your lips.

“Ain’t gotta be accidental no more, doll.” He pressed kiss after kiss to your lips, “You got me hooked around your lil’ finger.” He smiled down at you, before the sound of someone banging on the door made you both jump. You swore under your breath, your heart racing.

“Ye-Yeah?” You called, putting a finger to Johnny’s lip to shush him.

“Hey, are you two done fucking already? Your guys’ stunt is about to start.” Ehren’s voice, which had the edge of awkwardness to it, rang out through the door and it took everything in you to not want to melt into the floor from embarrassment.

“Why, you wanna join?” Johnny called and you smacked his arm, his loud cackle of a laugh making you roll your eyes.

“Gross! Fuck no!” Ehren’s voice was high pitched, and you could almost see him cringing, “Fucking hell, Knox. Just get dressed and get your guys’ asses out here. Jeff’s pissed.” Ehren walked away from the door, and you could hear his soft muttering as he walked away. You snorted out a laugh, cringing as Johnny pulled out of you. He grabbed a couple of tissues from a table nearby, getting you as cleaned up as possible.

“Well, I’m gonna have my own cum running down my neck.” He joked, and you groaned.

“Ew! Johnny!” You whined, and he barked out a laugh.

“What? I’m right!” He had a twinkle in his eye, helping you get up from the couch. Your hair was a mess, and your neck was covered with all sorts of love bites, “I ain’t the one who decided you were gonna wear shorts that barely cover your ass while you’re up on my damn shoulders!” He helped you get dressed, putting on his own clothes quickly afterwards.

“So…” You trailed off, letting him run a brush through your hair. You smiled at the odd intimacy of the action, and he hummed, a question of ‘Go on?’, “When’s round two?” You asked, the question hanging thickly in the air.

“Let’s win this stupid chicken fight ‘tween Bam and Ryan, and maybe then we’ll talk.” He chuckled darkly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Don’t worry, babygirl. I’ll have you walkin’ funny sooner rather than later.” He growled in your ear, sending a rush through you. He patted your butt, shaking his head, “But come on. Before the Almighty Tremaine slits our damn throats for fuckin’ up his perfect lil’ schedule.”

You exited your trailer, and if it wasn’t for the love bites on your neck and the flush that covered your cheeks, you were sure no one would have pegged you for having just had sex with Johnny. You, of course, would have been wrong.

“How big’s his cock, (Y/N)?” Bam all but screamed at you when you and Johnny made it to the set, and you bristled for a moment, “Come on, everyone heard you screamin’ his name!”

“Jealous, are we?” Johnny asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, “Too bad she ain’t gonna ever scream your name, Bambi.”

You chuckled, trying to pull your beanie down to hide your face in embarrassment. But as you looked up at Johnny, who was harassing Bam about being jealous still, that weird love you had for Johnny settled in your stomach again. But those were feelings for another day. You had more pressing matters, namely throwing Bam and Ryan off of a wooden beam so you could get round two.

You had a pretty good feeling you’d be getting what you wanted, regardless of what Johnny had said.

[godzillord]

A Comprehensive List Of Useless Facts MONARCH Has Learned About Godzilla

As time goes on, Godzilla has become the unofficial MONARCH 'office cat'. Like all cats, he is eternally where he should not be, and no, he will not move if you ask him to.

Also like many cats, if he fits, he sits. MONARCH has a specific team in place to handle the complaints from destroyed sports stadiums.

Tourism boats are banned from Godzilla's most common routes. This is, of course, for public safety.

It is also because Godzilla will loiter in these areas, causing mass shipping disturbances. Why does he linger, you ask? Top experts suspect he is, scientifically speaking, "showing off"

MONARCH has documented this absolute criminal of a lizard dodging dozens of complex obstacles around Castle Bravo. Yet he still manages to destroy at least one of their ships per quarter.

On three separate occasions, underwater drones have recorded what top experts refer to as 'Goji zoomies'. During these periods of heightened movement, Godzilla has been measured at speeds more than twice what was previously recorded.

Due to increased unpredictability and energy output, these 'zoomies' are considered an A-Level crisis for anyone within three miles. Detailed evacuation plans have been crafted and memorized by personnel in the event that Godzilla attempts to engage in play with Castle Bravo.

[drone9futuristic]

SwissDrones, Aerial Intelligence Company Secures $10 Million Funds

SwissDrones, a leader in the aerial intelligence game, has soared to new heights with a successful Series B funding round, securing over $10 million. This influx of capital, finalized in April 2024, fuels the company's mission to revolutionize data collection and analysis using unmanned helicopter systems.

The funding round attracted diverse investors, including industry veterans DiamondStream Partners (specializing in aviation), Chevron Technology Ventures (focusing on innovative technology), and Ingleside Investors, alongside continued support from existing shareholders. This mix of expertise positions Swiss drones for strategic growth and technological leadership.

[cityzenshark]

Firsts to Grow Up | Book One: Family

Homepage | Book One: Family | Book Two: Unity | Book Three: Belonging

Chapter titles:

1-A New Generation

2-Twitch & Thrash

3-Into Mentor-hood

4-Life Source

5-Cons be Conning

6-Doing What Bots do

7-GHOST Prison Base

8-Of New Friends & Once Allies

9-Mandroid, Part 1

10-Mandroid, Part 2

11-Hashtag, Nightshade & Jawbreaker

12-The Hunt for Coziness

13 Outtakes

14-Future, Present, Past

15- Missed Connections

16-Race to Safety

17-Mama Bears

18-A Night in the City - The Bot Brawl

19-A Night in the City - Dr Meridian

20-A Tape on Broken Bone

21-Grounded

22-What Matters Most

23-The Mountain Guardian

24-Hearts & Sparks

25-Mother of Terrans, Part 1

26-Mother of Terrans, Part 2

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1 - A New Generation

Upset over their new home, 14-year-old Robby attempts to run away to his old home while his twin sister, Mo, chases after him. They then stumble upon a mysterious cave holding an ancient relic which leads to a new generation of Transformers-kind born on Earth. But the children aren’t the first to discover the relic…

Dorothy ponders on what to do with the newborn Transformers as her motherly instincts and lifelong trauma are at war against each other.

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2 – Twitch & Thrash

Bumblebee is tasked to be the Terrans’ teacher in exchange for his long stay at the Malto’s farm. He is faced with difficulties due to the Terrans’ more humanly nature.

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3 – Into Mentor-hood

Though feeling unwell, Thrash sneakily follows his adopted family to school. Later, he & Twitch unconsciously go deep in the mountains as though something is attracting them.

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4 – Life Source

(Twitch & Thrash lose their protoform bodies and get their metal frames | Not yet at their full height)

What started as a cooling-off walk takes a turn when Mo & Thrash meets a Decepticon who needs help in rescuing his brother. Said Decepticon doesn’t choose the word ‘swindle’ as his Earth name for nothing.

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5 – Cons be Conning

(Thrash creates his signature shield here)

To escape Mo and his dad’s concerns, a sleep deprived Robby indulges Twitch’s eagerness in the family’s tradition in hunting the Wak-Wak. Alex and Bumblebee talk about cultural differences between a Cybertornian’s growth and a human’s growth. Meanwhile Twitch learns she has weapons from the inventor of the drone she had scanned as her alt mode.

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6 – Doing What Bots Do

(Twitch feels jealous that Thrash has a built-in shield | Mo & Thrash are shaken by Swindle so they didn’t join the Wak-Wak hunt)

Dorothy meets her superiors while Elita hides the Malto children in her office inside G.H.O.S.T Prison Base that is surprisingly near their home.

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7 – G.H.O.S.T Prison Base

The strain between Robby and Mo grows when Mo invites a new friend to the farm whose opinion on Transformers cracks Robby’s composure. The Terrans listen to Bumblebee’s war stories where they learn that some Autobots aren’t as friendly as the comics made them out to be.

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8 – Of New Friends & Once Allies

Dot and Alex plan on how to introduce the world to the Terrans. The plan becomes uncertain when a public G.H.O.S.T ceremony is attacked by Decepticons who are paid to do so by Mandroid, who intends to steal the Emberstone on that same day.

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9 – Mandroid – Part 1

The Malto children joins the rescue mission to save their mother, Megatron, and the three newborn Terrans from Mandroid and the Seekers.

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10 – Mandroid – Part 2

Having been born into a chaotic event, the Maltos, Bumblebee, Twitch and Thrash work together to introduce the newborn Terrans to the world the way they deserve.

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11 – Hashtag, Nightshade & Jawbreaker

An impatient Hashtag sneaks into town in search of an alt mode that can help with the farm’s internet problem. Meanwhile Nightshade digs the barn’s floors to make more room and discovers a large bunker underneath the barn.

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12 – The Hunt for Cosiness

(A GHOST agent who drives the van Hashtag scanned helps her leave the prison base unseen | Wheeljack comes to visit to help planning the Terrans’ bedrooms in the bunker)

Jawbreaker and Nightshade hold interviews with their Cybertronian seniors about finding the right alt-mode.

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13 – Outtakes

(Jawbreaker with Bumblebee & Elita, Nightshade with Wheeljack & Megatron | Megatron advice NS to get an alt mode soon for their own protection)

Hashtag and Nightshade are hot in a debate: which is more trustworthy — printed or digital info? Alex steps in before the debate becomes a screaming match. Mo then asks an important question: when will they tell the Terrans about the Autobot friendly fire? Later in the evening, Megatron brings the Terrans to the memorial where the final battle of Autobot-Decepticon War stood place.

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14 – Future, Present, Past

A lonely Nightshade meets an ex-Decepticon Tarantulas, thinking they have found a kindred spirit. The trust wavers when Tarantulas does things he swore have abandoned towards Nightshade’s adopted family.

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15 – Missed Connections

(NS forgets they’re playing hide n seek and goes indoors to tinker – leaving their Terran siblings waiting in the rain | NS feels hurt that their siblings find their hobby annoying & how none indulge their enthusiasm on their favourite storybook | Tarantulas stays away from humans so his experiment urge doesn’t make him hurt them | NS robot mode has wings on the back – hooray)

Bumblebee risks his life to prevent G.H.O.S.T from finding the Terrans. This becomes the starter to Twitch’s lasting rage.

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16 – Race to Safety

(Twitch & Nightshade are impacted by their parents’ kidnapping the most | Thrash follows Twitch to the bunker to talk some sense into her, Hashtag & NS follow them to make sure their things are safe from Twitch, JB hesitates to enter until Bee coaxes him, Robby & Mo didn’t get stuck with the Terrans | The teenage twins call Wheeljack for help after Robby fails to bypass the security codes)

The children celebrates Dot’s birthday amidst the unaccounted rift between the Twitch and Nightshade. A hilarious mistake turns the birthday party into a wild game of chase.

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17 – Mama Bears

(J.B brings the baby bear home after mishearing Mo | Dot finds out about Twitch blaming Nightshade for Bumblebee’s situation | the family cleans the trashed forest | Dot & Alex and Nightshade have a heart to heart; NS finally calls them mother and father | Twitch apologizes to N.S)

Robby deceives his parents in order to sneak the Terrans into the city to visit the museum and to meet up with his old friends. The Terrans discover their human family is hiding important info from them after seeing a hate display, an attempted mugging, and a fighting ring.

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18 – A Night in the City: The Bot Brawl

(Brawl created the Bot Brawl in a train graveyard | He uses Grimlock’s mind controlled state to attract more customers and more fighters | He forces BB to fight Grimlock | The parents and Mo are attending a wedding at the other side of the city | Robby has three more friends so it doesn’t look like he and Twitch are ganging up on poor Stevie | The person Nightshade rescues advices NS to not let loud assumptions about someone they love--be it from strangers or friends--control how they themselves should feel and react about their loved one’s actions. The person’s parents may not agree with her way of life, but they still welcome her to their home. She cut off a friend who had ‘avenged her’ by hurting her father. | Brawl calls the Terrans freaks after they insist that destroying his ring is a heroic act)

The Terrans made the worst first impression on themselves when they return to the city to help Bumblebee and Brawl which leads to one of them to be mind-controlled by Mandroid.

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19 – A Night in the City: Dr Meridian

Stuck in his alt-mode and feeling guilty over recent events, Jawbreaker breaks down, accidentally triggering an unstable Grimlock to attack Witwicky. The Terrans and family quickly take action to save the townspeople.

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20 – A Tape on Broken Bone

Robby and Mo are fatigued from the ongoing intensity in the emotional link. When Optimus Prime informs the family of his theory regarding the Terrans’ origin, he orders the Terrans and teenagers to show their combat skills in a high-tech training room. The worst happens when Mandroid breaks the Emberstone apart.

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21 – Grounded

The cybersleeves turning dark causes Robby & Mo to be hospitalised with the former in a much worse condition. Dorothy’s mental endurance is at the verge of snapping. Mo’s expresses her feelings which cuts the Terrans deeply. Assuming her human family no longer wants them, Twitch brings the unaware triplets to run away with her. At the prison base, Starscream successfully breaks out of his cell.

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22 – What Matters Most

Starscream and his Seeker-sisters are lost in a web of mysterious tunnels that run beneath Witwicky’s mountains. One tunnel collapse, destroying the cave where the Terrans are and bringing them down into it. Something isn’t happy about the place being intruded…

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23 – The Mountain Guardian

(The Terrans DON’T trust the Seekers even after they all escape | Hashtag only defends Starscream from Megatron because she doesn’t want to see anyone getting hurt anymore | Starscream saves Megatron from the Dweller for Hashtag, that’s it | Starscream finds the Terrans’ techno-organic physiology disgustingly interesting)

The townspeople of Witwicky help the Maltos in return for saving their town from Grimlock. The Terrans get a much-needed counselling. Dot & Alex receive support from the town elders. Mo’s new friends organise a charity for them. Robby’s old friends visit him in the hospital despite his awful behaviour when he last met them. Their farm is being cared for by fellow farmers.

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24 – Hearts & Sparks

Meridian experiments the Emberstone shards with the Core in the tunnels. Robby falls into a coma as his condition worsens from it. A distressed Mo tries to destroy her cybersleeve by force. Her cries and Meridian’s tempering awaken the Terrans’ biological mother, the Titan Terratronus.

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25 – Mother of Terrans – Part 1

Terratronus aids Dorothy to fight back the Emberstone-powered Meridian to save her children from him once and for all.

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26 – Mother of Terrans – Part 2

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End of Book One

[townpostin]

Jamshedpur Ramps Up Security For Muharram Observances

Over 2,300 Police Personnel Deployed, Drone Surveillance Planned Administration conducts flag march and anti-riot drills to ensure peaceful processions. JAMSHEDPUR – The district administration has implemented extensive security measures for Muharram observances, deploying over 2,300 armed police personnel across the city. "We’ve strategically positioned forces in sensitive areas like Mango,…

[historyforfuture]

🚨 One month of ongoing ethnic cleansing and genocide by the Israeli occupation forces on the northern Gaza Strip, resulting in over 1,800 martyrs, 4,000 injured, and widespread destruction of hospitals and infrastructure.

For an entire month, the Israeli occupation forces have continued their intense and multifaceted land, air, and sea aggression on the northern Gaza Strip, targeting Jabalia camp, Jabalia city, Jabalia Nazla, Beit Lahia, Beit Lahia project, Beit Hanoun, and the surrounding areas. This relentless assault has claimed the lives of over 1,800 people, wounded 4,000, left hundreds missing, and caused the complete destruction of all hospitals in northern Gaza, rendering them non-operational. Civil defense teams have also been targeted, with some personnel arrested, leaving these services crippled. Additionally, essential infrastructure, including water networks, sewage systems, roads, and streets, has been destroyed, turning northern Gaza into a fully devastated area in every sense of the word.

This brutal and barbaric assault by the Israeli occupation on civilians, residential neighborhoods, shelters, and displacement centers, resulting in the killing and injuring of hundreds of displaced people, and the forced eviction of thousands from their homes, confirms without a doubt the occupation’s malicious plans to exact revenge on our Palestinian people and forcibly displace them once again, echoing the events of 1948. These plans are carried out with American backing and a green light for further massacres, killing, and genocide.

The aggression has not stopped there; the occupation has extended its crimes against humanity by using starvation and thirst as weapons, preventing 3,800 trucks carrying aid and goods from entering northern Gaza. This has left nearly 400,000 people, including over 100,000 children, deprived of food, water, medicine, and baby formula. The occupation forces have also targeted and destroyed dozens of displacement centers housing tens of thousands of civilians who had fled their homes seeking safety. Instead, they found death by various means of the occupation, including fighter jets, drones, snipers, field executions, tank and vehicle crushing, planted explosives, house demolitions, mosque and institution destruction, and shelling of hospitals, marketplaces, and other public areas, leading to the cold-blooded killing of hundreds and the complete denial of humanitarian services. Medical teams have been denied food, detained, tortured, and prevented from administering polio vaccinations.

⭕ *The horrors our Palestinian people are enduring defy reason and logic. If major countries faced what Gaza endures, they would collapse in weeks. In light of this, we emphasize the following:*

First: We condemn the Israeli occupation’s crimes against humanity, including massacres and genocide targeting tens of thousands of civilians, children, and women deliberately in northern Gaza. We call on all nations worldwide to denounce these horrific massacres against residential neighborhoods, civilians, hospitals, medical teams, mosques, and other civilian institutions.

Second: We hold the Israeli occupation, along with the United States, the United Kingdom, Germany, France, and other countries complicit in this genocide, fully accountable for continuing the war and the crime of genocide against our Palestinian people, particularly the systematic extermination and killing in northern Gaza.

Third: We call upon the international community and all international organizations to fulfill their duties, adhere to international law and humanitarian principles, provide humanitarian, medical, and civil protection for all hospitals, institutions, and residential neighborhoods, and to pressure the Israeli occupation by all means to end these atrocious and inhumane crimes, especially the crime of genocide against unarmed civilians in Gaza and, specifically, in northern Gaza.

Glory and eternity to our martyrs

Full recovery for our courageous wounded

Complete freedom for our brave prisoners in occupation jail

And all greetings to our great Palestinian people

Official website -Hamas movement

[slaymitchabernathy]

To Have & To Hold

"Do you, Coriolanus Snow, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold? To love and cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live? To be a beacon of safety and stability, to care for her and the children you shall gift her?"

Coriolanus feels a smirk tugging on his lips before he answers.

"I do."

It's amusing how easy it is to slip the wedding ring onto his fiance's finger, binding her to him forever. Her hands shake slightly when she slips his ring onto his own finger. She's nervous.

He can't blame her. It's been a whirlwind of a year. For both of them that is. Coriolanus Snow became President of Panem at the age of twenty-six and he needed a wife. Sure he could've married someone he knew, someone he grew up with. But that was such a risk. He needed a girl who knew nothing about him other than what she had been told.

That's how he found Soarynn Nightingale.

He'd been giving a speech at the Academy, the school he graduated from, encouraging the youth of Panem to see themselves as the future of Panem. He'd droned on and on, reading from the cards that had been written for him when his eyes drifted to a blonde head of hair sitting in the front row.

He got a better look at her once his speech was over and he was allowed to mingle with the Professors and students. He shook some hands and took some photos and just as luck would have it Professor Clay was introducing him to one of his star students.

Soarynn had been so quiet. A shy, timid little thing. But she was beautiful, and clearly well educated if she was attending the Academy. Both things that were important to Coriolanus.

He'd gone home and read every little thing he could find about the Nightingales. Her father was Glen Nightingale, a widowed man with one daughter. She would turn eighteen in exactly one year. So his plan began.

It wasn't hard to schedule a meeting with Glen Nightingale and it was even easier to convince him to marry off his daughter to him. After all, Coriolanus was the President of Panem, he'd be doing Glen a humongous favor by marrying his shy little daughter. He kept his distance from Soarynn, didn't visit her, didn't send her gifts, nothing. Her job was to focus on her studies and to stay out of trouble. Stay pure, for him.

He had several tests run on her, bloodwork, the whole nine yards. The results came back and she was perfectly healthy and so very fertile. It was perfect.

Yesterday she turned eighteen and today, she was getting married. He realized how bad it must look in the eyes of the public. She was practically a child bride. But he didn't care, didn't need their opinions of him. He was President of Panem and nothing was in his way.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Soarynn looked entirely too nervous as Coriolanus cupped her face and leaned down but he didn't care as he captured her lips in a kiss, cheers going up in the room. When he pulled away he couldn't help but whisper something in her ear.

"Welcome home Mrs. Snow."

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"President Snow your last meeting of the day was canceled."

Coriolanus looks up at his assistant Eudora Trinket who has her trusty binder in her hand, "Alright. Thank you Eudora, I'll see you tomorrow." Eudora gives him a nod before leaving for the night. Coriolanus does most of his work at home, in the President's Mansion and this meeting being canceled gives him time to have dinner with his wife.

His little wife.

He finds her in the gardens, playing with the kitten he got her in order to make this adjustment a little bit easier for her. He hadn't noticed anything off about the girl until Eudora brought it up. How lonely she must be.

Coriolanus didn't see it that way of course. She was the richest woman in all of Panem. She could buy whatever, eat whatever, and yet she spent most of her time in the Mansion's large library, pouring over the books that sat on the dusty shelves.

So he got her a cat. Petunia, she named it. A white little furball who had quite the attitude but Soarynn adored her so Coriolanus was already the hero in this situation.

He waits for her to notice him but her back is turned to him and she's enamoured by the cat. Coriolanus clears his throat and it's adorable how she scrambles to her feet, her blue-gray eyes wide as she turns and looks up at him. She's barefoot which for some reason irks him. She's the First Lady of Panem, not some common District girl. Her closet is full of shoes and yet she refuses to wear them it seems unless she absolutely has to.

"I see you've foregone your shoes," he notes, "imagine my surprise."

Soarynn looks down at her feet before looking back up at him, "I...I didn't know if..."

"Tell me Soarynn, do your shoes not fit you?"

"No sir."

"So then you'll begin wearing your shoes am I correct?"

"Yes sir."

He nods, glad that's settled. They'd been married for a month and yet their conversations have been lacking. Thankfully she knows how to pose for the cameras, smile at everyone, be the perfect Capitol wife. But behind closed doors, she's so skittish.

"It's time for dinner," he says, looking down at his watch, "the cat can't come."

Petunia is currently rubbing herself against Soarynn's leg, purring up a storm. Soarynn is wearing a pink dress, it falls about midthigh and is rather plain. She must've brought this one from home. it's not that he doesn't like her clothes, how youthful they all are. That's why he married her, for her youthfulness. But he hates how childish she can be sometimes, how all rules fly out the window wherever she's concerned.

She needs a set of rules.

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Dinner was quiet as ever. Coriolanus doesn't always have dinner with her, sometimes he's busy with work or has a dinner to attend with some associates. Soarynn hasn't had any complaints about it from what he's heard.

When they get into their bedroom she heads for the bathroom but he stops her, "Come here," he says, stopping in front of the bed. For a while before their marriage, he'd considered giving her a bedroom of her own but that was too generous. She was his wife, not his roommate.

Soarynn slowly walks towards him hands clasped behind her back. Coriolanus smirks when she stops, taking it as an opportunity to circle around her like a predator to prey. Soarynn keeps her eyes trained on the floor, not daring to look him in the eye.

Coriolanus doesn't like that. He slips his finger under her chin, lifting her head up, "How have you been finding this marriage Soarynn?" He asks, watching as she tries to formulate an adequate answer. She swallows, "I've been finding it quite well sir," she whispers.

Another thing he doesn't like, she always whispers.

How many times has he wanted to yell at her to speak up? To look him in the eye?

He never does, can't have rumors going around that President Snow yells at his perfect little wife.

He hums, his other hand grabbing the fabric of her dress, pinching it between his fingers. "I think we need a set of rules." Soarynn's face slightly scrunches in confusion, "Rules?" He nods, letting her go and walking towards the fireplace, "Yes. I think setting out some rules for you would make this marriage much easier on the both of us."

He folds his hands behind his back, thinking about all the things she's done in the past month that have pissed him off in one way or another. It's not entirely her fault, she's learning, he knows that. But there's a certain expectation that falls on your shoulders if you want to be Mrs. Snow.

"First, no getting out of bed before me," he starts, "no man should ever wake up to his wife missing from their bed."

Soarynn has the decency to look slightly guilty. Since the day they got married, she's slipped out of bed before he's woken up and that's saying something considering how early he has to wake up. He nods, what a perfect first rule.

"Secondly, I expect a kiss every morning before I go to work and every evening when I come back from work. It's not easy running a country and it's even harder when your wife refuses to show you the smallest bits of physical affection."

If it hadn't been for all the cameras they've faced he's sure they wouldn't have kissed since they stood at the altar.

A frown graces Soarynn's lips but he's on a roll now.

"And your wardrobe needs some attention," his eyes land on her current attire, "desperately."

Soarynn looks hurt by his words and her bottom lip trembles, "What's wrong with my outfit?" She asks softly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Well, now Coriolanus feels slightly bad, critiquing every little thing about her. Not everything about her needs fixing, her physical beauty for example is perfect. He's only caught a few glances of her semi-naked form in the mirror and it's been enough to make him wonder about her sweet little virgin cunt.

Because Soarynn is a virgin.

Her father was quick to reassure Coriolanus but he wasn't taking any chances, men lie all the time and he wouldn't put it past Glen Nightingale to put his precious little daughter on some holy and untouched pedestal just so he could pass her off to Coriolanus. So he had her visit his personal doctor who further inspected her and confirmed that her hymen was still intact. A virgin.

They hadn't had sex on their wedding night. Mainly because Soarynn had been trembling and he wasn't able to enjoy himself with her in that fragile state. He heard her crying when she thought he was asleep. In her eyes, the world was ending, all her freedom was gone in the blink of an eye. He wanted to take more of it as he looked her up and down, wanted more tears.

"Well it needs to be on the floor darling," he says matter of factly, not missing the way her eyes widen in surprise. Coriolanus has always been a rather straightforward man so he finds no need to hold back his desires for his wife. He snaps his fingers when she doesn't immediately begin undressing, "On the floor Soarynn, now."

Soarynn swallows and her hands tremble as she slips off her pink dress, letting it pool around her ankles before stepping out of it. She's wearing a light pink bra with panties to match. He had after all bought her an entirely new wardrobe of lingerie. Because he's so thoughtful.

She looks so small standing in front of him, so young and naive, so pure. "Crawl to me." He might as well get her used to what he expects in the bedroom. He should come up with some rules for that too, make sure she knows that his word is law.

Soarynn looks mortified but she doesn't argue as she sinks to her knees, getting on her hands and crawling towards him. Coriolanus takes a seat in the leather armchair behind him. He often sits in it while nursing a glass of whiskey after a long day of work, watching Soarynn play with her cat. And now she's crawling towards him like one.

Once she reaches his feet she pops up on her knees, looking quite unsure of herself and what to do next. "Never touched by a man before," he sighs, cupping her small face with his large hand, smirking when she slightly leans into it. He's sure she's as touch-starved as he is, somewhat lonely. "It's time you learn how to be a good wife," he tells her, going to unzip his pants, his cock already hard. Soarynn's eyes narrow in on his impressive bulge and she gulps, "I've never..." Her voice dies off and he chuckles, "Never what? Never sucked cock before angel?" Soarynn presses her lips into a thin line when he mentions what she's about to do, "Never seen one before," she whispers.

Coriolanus raises his eyebrows, this girl truly is a virgin. Perfect for him to corrupt. He pulls his cock out from his boxers and Soarynn visibly pales at the size, looking up at him, at it. He grabs a fistful of her hair, pulling her further up on her knees, "Don't worry," he says, "you'll learn to worship it by the time I'm through with you."

Soarynn whimpers and he instructs her to open her mouth, pleased when she does so without hesitation. "Now lick the tip angel," he tells her, watching her small tongue lick up and down his tip, doing do good already. Coriolanus groans, "Good girl, now up and down the length, lick all the way up from the bottom." Soarynn furrows her eyebrows but he's quick to yank her head to the bottom of his shaft and she licks his length up and down, up and down until he's ready to truly fuck her throat.

"Now open wide," he says with a sigh, "and watch your teeth or I'll pull every single one out." He doesn't mean that but what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Soarynn slowly takes his cock in her small mouth, squeezing her eyes shut when he begins to slide in, filling her to the brim. Coriolanus lets out a low moan, "Just like that," he mumbles, "now move your head up and down, just like I showed you babydoll."

Soarynn's a fast learner to her credit because she does just as he instructed, stimulating him perfectly albeit she struggles to handle his size. Coriolanus is proudly large in both length and girth, making a blowjob quite difficult if you're the one giving it. But he loves seeing her take it and doesn't hesitate to buck his hips up every once in a while, punching the back of her throat, listening to her gag.

"Right there," he moans, tilting his head back, getting closer and closer to his peak. He throws out all regards for Soarynn's comfort as he begins to fuck her throat, holding her hair so tight that all she can do is take it. "Look at me," he orders, looking down at his pretty little wife who's mouth is full of his cock. Her eyes find him and they're filled with tears. "Perfect," he mutters, "made just for me."

He thinks about finishing just in her mouth but he needs to add an element of humiliation into this, letting her know exactly who she belongs to. "Keep your mouth open," he grits out, pulling his cock from her warm mouth. He cums right then and there, ropes landing both in her mouth and on that pretty little face of hers. Soarynn closes her eyes but stays put, letting him do whatever he pleases with her. Once he finishes he drops her hair and Soarynn sinks down further on her knees, blinking away the tears and sniffling.

"You look so pretty when you take my cock Soarynn," he murmurs, running his fingers through her soft blonde hair. Soarynn shakily nods, "Thank you, sir." Her voice is scratchy, something Coriolanus proudly notes before sitting up straighter, "Now it's time for you to prove yourself worthy of being my wife."

His cock is still hard and ready for her cunt to be wrapped around it. Soarynn glances over her shoulder towards their bed and he tuts, "No babydoll, you'll take me right here."

The look of sheer panic and fear is enough to make him cum again but he holds back, "Get up here and don't make me repeat myself."

Soarynn pushes herself from the floor, her knees shaking as she climbs onto the chair, her knees on either side of his thighs, her cunt hovering over his cock. "I...I'm scared it'll hurt," she admits softly. Coriolanus tilts his head, looking her up and down in her current state, cum on her face along with her tears. "Every time you take me it'll hurt," he says, his fingers slipping under her lace panties, ignoring the way she flinches, "but you'll take it like you should, am I understood?" Soarynn gasps when he rips her panties clean off and discards them onto the floor, "Yes sir."

Soarynn whimpers when he grabs her hips, pulling her down towards his cock, "Shouldn't, shouldn't you prepare me?" She asks, her voice breathless. Coriolanus shakes his head, so fucking ready to feel her tight cunt, "You've been preparing for this your whole life."

He pulls her down and Soarynn cries out, her entire body tensing and her hands flying to grab his shoulders. Coriolanus pays her no mind and keeps pulling her down, feeling how warm and tight her cunt is. "So fucking wet for me," he whispers. And she is wet, even if she isn't attracted to him, her body certainly is. Soarynn whines as he grips her hips tighter, "I can't," she gasps, more tears falling from her eyes.

Coriolanus shakes his head, finally pulling her down, completely bottoming out. "You will. You'll take my cock every fucking time Soarynn. It'll be the only thing you think of once I'm done with you." Soarynn's still crying but Coriolanus begins to move his hips up, his tip pressing against her sweet spot. Soarynn lets out a soft moan, "Oh," she gasps, "oh."

There it is.

He knew it would take only a few thrusts into that sweet cunt of hers to get her addicted. She'll learn to take it like she should, however he wants, whenever he wants. "There you go," he praises, thrusting into her at a rapid, punishing pace now, "finally turning into my little fuckdoll huh?" Soarynn can't even verbally respond anymore, all she can do is make pitiful little noises while she takes it like the cocksleeve she is.

He slaps his hand on her ass, hard enough to leave a bruise, "You'll take every drop of my cum too," he pants, "even when you're swollen with my child you'll still take it like you should." He can picture it now, Soarynn's stomach so much bigger, his heir inside of her, her lying on her back while she takes him over and over again.

Soarynn throws her head back, "Please sir, please it's too much." Coriolanus grabs her throat, squeezing it hard to cut off her airflow, "It can't be too much for a fuckdoll like you," he drawls, pulling her in for a heated kiss. Her lips are so soft against his, so delicate. he bites into her lower lip, drawing blood and tasting it. "You can deny it all you want but you love it," he says against her lips, making sure to drill into her sweet spot, make her dumb with it, "you love being full of my cock Soarynn, love being my good girl."

Coriolanus can feel her cunt beginning to squeeze him like a vice, she's getting closer to her peak and he can't wait to watch her fall apart, his dumb little fuckdoll. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head, her legs shaking as she takes whatever he gives her. He can't wait to fuck her from behind, from above, in the shower, in his study. He'd fuck her on national television if he could. But she's his and no one will ever get to see her like this.

"Give it to me," he commands, his hand slipping down from her throat to play with her clit. Soarynn lets out a strangled scream the second he touches it, clearly overstimulated already. He'll have to play with her, find what makes her tick, fall apart, cry. "Be my good girl and cum."

It takes one swift pinch to her clit to get her to cum all over him, her walls fluttering around his cock as he continues to thrust into her. He's right behind her, his cock pumping her full of his cum. "Take it," he grunts, fucking it deep into her cunt, "take it like you should." Soarynn collapses against him while he slowly thrusts into her, making sure nothing is wasted. She's panting hard, her entire body trembling and he wonders if he should give her some words of encouragement, maybe wrap his arms around her.

He wants to see her dripping with his cum though.

The aftercare can wait. He grabs her waist and slowly begins to pull her off of his cock, groaning at how tight she grips him. Soarynn moans and her hands grip his shoulders. It's a heavenly sight to see her cunt dripping with his cum, running down her thighs. It's slightly red and there's a bit of blood covering his cock signifying the loss of her virginity. "Well, well, well," he croons, "looks like you fully belong to me now doll."

Soarynn gives him a look of indifference but he knows she's affected by it. She'll be terribly sore tomorrow but he'll take care of her, bathe her, clothe her, help her remember all the rules and then some.

Because she's his. To have and to hold.

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[ddenji]

okay i think this is about to be an unpopular opinion but…. these two are like 2 sides of the same coin to me. beyond the shared public safety allegiance, they both violate denji's autonomy (yoshida stripping him to his underwear, tying him up, and threating his family in chapter 132 vs fumiko assaulting him in the movie theater in chapter 136) and work against his own best interest for the sake of the government. however, while they both take action in trying to force denji to do what they want, fumiko takes a more directly active role in the space of the fanatic who can't see/ doesnt care about the human behind her idol, whereas yoshida takes the more passive role of the government drone who wont act to protect the human if it means going against orders. in previous chapters, fumiko actively runs away from denji, leaving him to fight for himself, while yoshida passively tells denji that he isnt allowed to protect himself, putting him in harms way in his own right (and there is still the underlying threat of violence there if he tries to protect himself). even in the panels from this chapter, we see fumiko being active about her disregard for denji's well being by asking for little pieces of him, where yoshida is more passive in his disregard of the plan to dismember denji with a simple "yeah" answer. i know that they also have their differences, but i just think that they share intentional similarities (that other characters, particularly in the chainsaw man church, also share!!) that overall lead to denji getting hurt.

[screamingfromuz]

Recap- morning of day 6 12/10/2023 correct as 10:00

official numbers

Israel

1300 dead

3300 injured

100-200 held by various groups. Hamas claims for a 100, the Jihad claims for 30

340000 displaced Israelis

Gaza

1200 dead

5700 injured

190000 displaced (Amnesty)

1500 dead Hamas operatives (according to the IDF this is the body count that was found withing Israeli borders)

Major events and important facts

several hundreds of tons of explosive have been dropped on Gaza- there is no official new number, but from my calculation, over 2000 targets were hit. There is nonstop bombing of Gaza. Anyone in the command chain of Hamas is targeted

Israeli authorities have publicly told Gazians to flee to Egypt for their safety. there are reports that Hamas is ordering citizens to stay around places that are known to be marked to be bombed. Egypt shown displeasure with the idea that they will have to take the fleeing Gazians in, and told Israel off for telling the Gazians to flee to Egypt. The Rafah Border Crossing is being opened and closed periodically due to Egypt and Israeli actions.

Gazians are struggling to get people out of the rubble- therefore numbers are probably bigger.

still no official number of captured Hamas operatives.

Estimations of missing people due to the Saturday attacks are around 250.

Israeli counts (including kidnapped) include foreign citizens and Palestinians that are Israeli residence/citizens. unknown at the moment about foreign casualties inside of Gaza. there are foreign citizens in Gaza.

Israel shut both electricity and water to Gaza, Egypt is being talked with in order to arrange humanitarian aid. There are talks of airdropped supplies. The UN took a stand against the siege and are pressuring Israel to tone down the attacks and allow humanitarian aid.

Hamas reported that at least 4 prisoners were killed as a result of the bombing- I don’t have confirmation of more.

Hamas issued Monday night a warning that if Israel will not stop attacking, they will start killing captives- no new information in the matter. Hamas posted a video where they claim to have released an Israeli woman and her 2 children. I am working to verify it.

Northen Israel situation is messy. The Jihad and Hezbollah on one side and the IDF on the other are attacking each other with gunfire and missile fire were exchanged. A missile launcher that was directed toward Israel was found and dismantled by Lebanon’s army. Yesterday there were warnings of a few unmanned drones that crossed the border into Israel. There are definite tension there.

Syria is apparently trying to stay out of it.

there are still regular attempts to enter Israel by Hamas operatives, most are killed immediately. Unconfirmed reports from social media claim that Gazians that try to flee are presumed as Hamas operatives and are shot. No official confirmation by any side.

The west bank is getting more and more tense. Settlers are using the opportunity to attack Palestinian civilians; Hamas supporters are encouraging Palestinian youth to preform attacks; there confrontations between the IDF and Palestinians in the Palestinian and mixed cities.

In the past Few days Israeli and Palestinian groups have been arranging a community peacekeeping groups to help protect each other from extremists.

Yesterday evening Israel has declared a unified war cabinet with several opposition members. Israeli coalition members were met with anger and disdain by the Israeli public, blaming them for the situation.

Ben Gvir tries to incite a civil war.

The hostages are treated as bargaining chips by both sides.