#petition to withdraw

[davidmazouzobsession]

Petition to Withdraw - Episode 2: Call Me Draw

ft David Mazouz

[ceraunos]

UK people! Please consider signing this petition to ask for better funding and support around Topical Steroid Withdrawal 🙌

Petition: Fund Topical Steroid Withdrawal (TSW) Research and Provide Support for Suffers

Topical Steroid Withdrawal (TSW) is an extreme and often debilitating skin condition caused by use of topical steroids prescribed for eczema and psoriasis.

A lack of diagnostic criteria for TSW means there is a currently a limited understanding of when and how TSW occurs. As such, steroids continue to be prescribed as a default solution despite the potential risks.

This petition asks for more funding to ensure safe use of steroids and provide support to TSW suffers.

How can I help?

If you are in the uk please sign the petition above.

If you are not in the uk, please share so others can see.

Find out more about TSW on the National Eczema Society website.

I’d also recommend browsing the TSW tags on here and Instagram to see the real life effect it has.

[cockkette]

summer lovin’

lando norris x reader

warnings - somewhat chaotic lando and reader, mentions of pregnancy, insinuation of smut, some swearing, i think that’s it xoxo

face claims - girls on pinterest

y/n.l/n

liked by landonorris, yourbestfriend and 193,982 others

y/n.l/n: patiently waiting for the summer break 🙃🌊

comments

landonorris: i miss you baby 🧡

y/n.l/n: aww i miss you too baby

user1: they are so cute

landonorris: i miss that fat ass too 😏

liked by y/n.l/n

user1: i spoke too soon

user2: every night i pray for a normal lando and y/n interaction and everyday my prayers are denied

liked by mclaren

user3: lando is one of god's favorites y/n is so fine

user4: alexa play that should be me by justin beiber

user5: tbh i don't know who i want to be more

user6: B O A F boaf

mclaren: please bring lando back in one piece

y/n.l/n: no promises xx

user7: sending my thoughts and prayers to the mclaren pr team during the summer break

liked by mclaren

y/n.l/n: you can't blame me he has me so down bad i think i'm getting withdrawal symptoms

oscarpiastri: nurse she's out again

y/n.l/n: boo👎👎

user8: woof woof bark bark

landonorris: that's my job

user9: petition to save y/n from this loser

liked by yourbestfriend

y.n/l/n

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y/n.l/n: date nights are the best nights 🌅

comments

landonorris: the best way to start summer break, i couldn't think of anyone else i would rather have with me 🧡

y/n.l/n: ha you 'like' like me loser 🤣👉

landonorris: i take it back

y/n.l/n: 👎

user10: y/n is so real for that

user11: the only relationship ever

user12: they are my parents they just don't know it

user13: the fits always go hard

landonorris: you know it

oscarpiastri: please don't feed his ego

user14: oscar is so sick of his bs

mclaren: we all are

user15: LANY/N SUMMER BREAK CONTENT!!!

lilymhe: i miss you!

landonorris: you facetimed her 2 hours ago

lilymhe: SHUT UP

y/n.l/n: SHUT UP (affectionately)

landonorris: aww you love me 😁😁

liked by y/n.l/n

francisca.cgomes: is that portugal!

y/n.l/n: yep you convinced me!

liked by francisca.cgomes

user16: she's so fine 🤭

landonorris: yes she is and she's mine

y/n.l/n: cutie <3

user17: when will it be my turn

lando.priv

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lando.priv: date nights are fun but so is a night in

comments

carlossainz55: mate..

y/n.l/n: 🤭🤭

liked by lando.priv

maxverstappen1: i think it's time to put the phone away

charles_leclerc: i agree

lando.priv: haters

maxverstappen1: correct 👍

oscarpiastri: this is better than actually hearing it from the drivers room ig

y/n.l/n: soz babes xoxo

danielricciardo: goooo landooo 💪💪

lando.priv: finally some support, it's hard out here guys

carlossainz55: i bet it was

landonorris

liked by y/n.l/n, yourbestfriend and 538,299 others

tagged: y/n.l/n

landonorris: happy anniversary to the prettiest, kindest and smartest girl, i have spent 3 years loving you and i know i will spend the rest of my life loving you 💕

comments

y/n.l/n: i'm not crying you are

landonorris: darling i can hear you from the kitchen

y/n.l/n: get over here then!!

landonorris: sprinting over right now

y/n.l/n: good x

user17: walk him like a dog

georgerussell63: mate i'm getting whiplash from the difference between this post and your private post

landonorris: i'm a man of many talents

y/n.l/n: he really is

georgerussell63: you both disgust me 🤮

user18: GEORGE WHAT DO YOU KNOW

user19: screaming crying throwing up i love them your honour!!

user20: same but i'm screaming without the s looking at y/n

lilymhe: real

alex_albon: LILY!?

user21: lily is one of us

liked by lilymhe and y/n.l/n

y/n.l/n: i can't wait to spend the rest of my life showing you how much i love you, how proud of you i am and how super hot you are 💕💕

landonorris: fuck sake now i'm crying

landonorris: i am super hot though

user22: i knew they couldn't be wholesome for that long

y/n.l/n: what can i say it's part of our charm 🙃

user23: i need y/n's whole wardrobe rn!

y.n/l/n posted two stories

y/n.l/n

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y/n.l/n: great food and the best company!

comments

landonorris: i helped make the food btw 💪

olivernorris1: no... you just watched

landonorris: it's called moral support!

user24: at least he tried...

savnorris: lovely to see you darling, the girls have been asking for auntie y/n all day 😂

y/n.l/n: lovely to see you too! i miss them so much they are adorable!

user25: AUNTIE Y/N ARE YOU KIDDING

user26: THAT IS SO CUTE

flonorris1: i already miss you

y/n.l/n: i miss you too 💕

landonorris: girlfriend stealer 😠

flonorris1: stop being jealous that someone else had her attention for more than 2 seconds 🙄

landonorris: no.

user27: he's literally a child 🤣🤣

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user28: lando arguing with half of his family in the comments is taking me out

user29: norris family dinners seem so fun

y/n.l/n: they are!

lando.priv

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lando.priv: your so hot have my babies please 🙏🙏🙏

comments

georgerussell63: you're getting blocked mate

y/n.l/n: if you insist...

lando.priv: hehehehe

y/n.l/n: nevermind that made me feel ill

lando.priv: sorry i let the dawg out 💔💔

alex_albon: the thought of mini landos is stressing me out

y/n.l/n: i think they would be cute 🫣

lando.priv: will be*

charles_leclerc: my children are on this app please stop this madness

oscarpiastri: thank you for speaking out

olliebearman: i'm scared dad

y/n.l/n

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y/n.l/n: a staycation to end the summer break with my love

comments

landonorris: who is that absolute stunner on the last slide 🫦

y/n.l/n: idk he's pretty hot though do you think i could get his number

landonorris: yeah he totally likes you 😉

user30: ahhh they are so cute it's not fair

user31: i cannot wait for the wags to be reunited

user32: fr we need more wag content

yourbestfriend: i can't wait for summer break to be over so you will spend your time with me instead of him xxx

liked by y/n.l/n

landonorris: noooo

user33: the f1 world has never seen a better rivalry than these two

user34: lando and 'yourbestfriend' are my verstappen and hamilton

maxverstappen1: understandable

lewishamilton: i can't disagree with that

mclaren: we can't wait to see you both back in the paddock 🧡

y/n.l/n: i got a new papaya coloured dress especially for the occasion

landonorris: this isn't fair you look so good in it i won't be able to concentrate on the race 🫦

y/n.l/n: shut up 🤭

user35: what is lando doing in the last picture 🤣

alex_albon: he worries me

georgerussell: he's my sleep paralysis demon

y/n.l/n: he's a cutie leave him alone!

landonorris: yeah!

landonorris: my girlfriend is so hot

y/n.l/n: my boyfriend is so hot

landonorris: 🥰

user36: he is so down bad it's getting embarrassing

landonorris posted a story

this story has been deleted

a/n - thank you for reading i hope you enjoyed! i’m thinking of doing a part two so any feedback or suggestions would be fab <3

[forsworned]

husband simon breeding his cute petite wife. Mf got no mercy, if u don’t add dirty talk and slapping, ima come to ya house bbg

Warning(s): Breeding kink, Rough sex, AFAB!Reader, Degradation

I firmly believe that Simon would be gentle breeding his wife unless said otherwise.

He's syrupy sweet as he's digging into the flesh of your thighs, lifting your hips as he drives into you. Cooing saccharine pet names as he studies the way your face contorts in pleasure. It's always about you and Simon doesn't want it any other way. Directing all his attention to the resonance of your moans and the gooseberries that trail along your skin. Your body continually motions to grind against his pelvis and Simon halts his fervent ministrations to peer down at you.

He's tracing his fingers along the peaks of your breasts, dilated onyx hues fixating on your hardening buds. "'ll take care of ya, dovie."

"Simon—hah!" Another roll of his hips and you're clawing at his biceps desperately seeking purchase into anything. "Need to—fuck!"

"Tell me." He licks his thumb, coating it with his saliva and he's hovering over your clit. You part your lips to speak, but it's lost on you as he slowly starts to rub you out and slowly thrusts into you. He throws his head back a little when you clench around him.

"I want to—Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Simon! Please~" You practically sing out. And he's fighting demons. He knew that look all too well. Because every babymaking session has literally been nothing but slow, intimate, finger-intertwined, mind-blowing sex, but now you want it hard, rough, and dirty?

And that ignites an inferno in him. You're suddenly being turned around, face first, ass sitting up as he grasps onto your thighs and pushes them toward his body. Your small yelp melts into a milky moan when you feel his tongue lapping at your folds. Wet, squelching noises fill your ears as you lose yourself in the hazy euphoria that encapsulates your body. You shudder at the way he flattens his tongue against your clit, and you feel yourself clenching and spasming as you near your end, but he swiftly withdraws himself to fill you with his cock.

"Simon!" Your impassioned cry, causes him to buck his hips a bit as he runs his fingers through your hair and tugs it back so that you're half-facing him, and he hotly slots his lips between yours. His tongue sloppily swirls around your own and saliva drips from your mouths, muffling your conflated moans.

A sharp spank to your plump ass cracks through the air, as he roughly molds your cervix to his dick. "Ya like that don't ya, ya little slut?"

"Oh—fu—" Your half profanity is unfound on him as he feels your walls gripping onto him. The grin that stretches across his lips is raunch as hell as he makes you wail out in the most lewd way possible.

Another hot, welting spank to your ass jerks your body forward, but you're not going anywhere in his grip. "Such a little slut for me, aren't ya, baby?"

You can only nod in response, but he grips your chin between his taut fingers and your jaw is slackened as you peer up at his with misty eyes.

"Say it." He commands. And your lips contort into a giddy, toothy smile as you suck on his finger. His lips part as he pumps his finger into your mouth and the feeling of your tongue, causes him to suck in his bottom lip.

You let go with an audible pop. "I'm your little slut."

And with that, another smack to your ass sends you reeling as he hammers into you and suddenly you feel your clit being encircled. The excitement and the pleasure are too much for you as you become dizzy with that gratifying buzz that pushes you to the brink of your seventh heaven.

"'m gonna, Si—!" You whimper out as you feel a rich fire that is blossoming in your belly reach into every nerve of your body so pleasantly, leaving you warm and fuzzy. Your eyes are drifting to the back of your head and you feel Simon twitch inside of you and the warmth of his cum, spilling into your womb, coating your walls like he had intended. It felt so satisfying.

You're both heaving for a moment and his lips touch your shoulder and trail down your spine. A frisson runs up your spinal column and you're smiling like an idiot, with your cheek against the white linen pillow that was stained with tears and drool.

Simon slowly pulls out of you and you whine at the loss of his dick repleting in your guts, but he sighs in contentment when he admires the messy, opulent tumult you two had caused.

"Surely, that'll result in a child." He murmurs and then peers back up at you before you both end up in a fit of giggles and butterflies kisses.

But please feel free to run up on me, I'm prepared miss ma'am

Send me some reqs!!!

[donjuaninhell]

Look I'm not one to share petitions (or even sign them in most cases) because I think they're generally a futile exercise unless they're very deliberately and narrowly targeted at a very specific goal. This one is one of em, and I know I've got more than a few followers/mutuals with ME or Long Covid so maybe check this one out, because it's an attainable goal that could prevent a lot of hurt.

[bread-making-vikings]

Hello, friends. It is once again time to try and bully the UK government into doing science properly.

The Cass Review, written by known transphobe Hilary Cass, was a report on UK trans healthcare, which is ultimately being used to deny services to trans people through the NHS. This includes the withdrawal of prescriptions from people who've been on them for years, have gender recognition certificates, and/or have fully medically transitioned (making it very dangerous to stop HRT), and also prevents people from starting hormones to begin with.

Maybe the most well known thing recently is the ban of puberty-blocking drugs from trans children and teens, under "safety concerns", despite them being allowed for non-trans children with precocious puberty or other conditions. This is even though the Cass Review itself actually kind of states that they work and applied suitably, but then draws a weirdly different conclusions from it.

The whole methodology of the Review is hugely suspect, with sources excluded due to a lack of double blinding, something hugely inappropriate for any studies of this kinda, and ultimately just ignoring the research it's referring to to reach a foregone conclusion. Classic UK government tbh.

Tl;dr: plz sign this and get some actual science applied to trans healthcare in the UK.

If you're not eligible to sign the petition (e.g. not a UK resident/UK citizen) then plz share but don't try to sign it - they've previously rejected petitions for too many international "suspect" votes.

[pomefioredove]

Hi!

Can I have a sugar cookie, #13, with chocolate drizzle, please? :3

- [|87

I SWEAR YOU GUYS ALWAYS CHOOSE THE BEST ONES

order #13, sugar with chocolate drizzle

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ a new deuce

tropes: exes to lovers characters: deuce additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not yuu, this is so cute word count: 800

You had known a lot of very, very different people.

Deuce Spade is two of those.

It had been, of course, a few years since you'd seen him last; after you broke up with him, you didn't want to be friends.

When he left for Night Raven College, you didn't want to write.

You had tried to forget about it. About him. It was nothing but a silly teenage romance, you told yourself. And it was for the best. He had a lot of growing up to do, after all, and your family really didn't want you spending time around a...

...Well, a delinquent.

Not that you thought of him like that.

On the contrary, you saw something of him that was good. You saw the Deuce Spade that loved his mother, that stood against unfairness, that cared about you.

It was a dream, and a happy one at that, but all dreams end eventually.

You couldn't waste your life waiting for him to grow up.

"Hi! Hi, hey!"

You look up.

Though the voices in the crowd of White Rabbit Fest blended together into one symphony of laughter and shouts and bugles, you could have sworn that was-

"I can't believe it's you!"

Out of the crowd comes a very... festive looking Deuce Spade.

You wouldn't have recognized him if it wasn't for that silly smile- his hair is combed and no longer banana-yellow, his voice has deepened, and he's wearing...

Bunny ears.

You blink. "...Deuce?"

"Ah-ah, sorry. You probably didn't recognize me in the costume," he says.

That's the least of it, you think.

"What're you doing here? I thought you're going to-"

"-To Night Raven College, yeah," he beams. "I'm just home for the weekend. I brought some friends for the festival."

You look over his shoulder, half-expecting to see a biker gang, but it's... a silver-haired boy dozing off against a topiary, a small robot chatting with a petite lavender-haired girl- no, boy, and a person with a whining direbeast tugging at their coat sleeve.

They're all very... pastel?

"...I see," you say. "...So... um, how's school?"

"It's great! I'm learning lots, and meeting so many new people. I'm on track to becoming an honors student! Well... um, kind of, anyway. How's town? How's your family? And school, how's-"

You hold a finger to his lips, which effectively silences him.

"Slow down," you say, withdrawing your finger. "...I think your mom needs you."

Deuce turns to see Dylla waving at the two of you, a knowing smile on her face. You wave back.

"O-oh. Right. I'll catch up with you later, then," he says, reluctantly returning to his school friends.

Quite honestly, you weren't expecting to see Deuce after that.

His group looked pretty busy, and with the news that they'd entered the traditional race against a different group of delinquents, and won, you were sure he'd have forgotten about you.

It seems that today is just full of surprises.

"H-hey, wait up!"

On your sunset-lit walk back home, after the festivities had ended, he catches up.

You stop and turn to see him panting, having run all the way from the town center. Before you can say anything, he shoves a bunch of flowers in your hands.

"Listen!" he says, a familiar look of conviction on his face. "I-I want to apologize for the way I acted when you knew me. You deserved a boyfriend you could be proud of, not one like me. I'm not that person anymore, I'm a new Deuce, and, um... you're... um, really, really great, and you deserve the whole world, and even though I couldn't give that to you back then, I hope the boyfriend you have now can! If not, I'll... uh, I'll write him a very strongly worded letter!"

You blink, listening to his rambling. He's all over the place, as per usual, but you can somehow still keep up.

Slowly, you smile.

"Deuce,"

He's still panting, both from the run and his long-winded speech. "...What?"

"I don't have a boyfriend,"

It's his turn to stare. Then, he smiles.

"Good. I-I mean, not good. I didn't mean it like- Damn it, I meant-"

You effectively silence him with a kiss on his cheek, a method you used many times when you were together.

Deuce blushes and stammers, his fingers grazing over the place you'd kissed him. You're happy to see it's still effective.

But this time, it feels more... genuine. More him. More like the good boy that you saw hidden behind his tough delinquent years ago.

You can't help but wonder what else has changed.

The sun is getting lower in the sky, and you know your family will be calling you for dinner soon. You look back at Deuce with a smile.

"I'll write you, okay? You'll have to tell me everything about Night Raven- and yourself... I'm eager to meet this new Deuce, you know,"

[excessively-english-jd]

UK Gov Petitions To Help Palestine

Call for a ceasefire and end to Israeli occupation

Urge Israel to allow food, fuel and electricity into Gaza

Increase aid and support to Palestinians

Create Homes For Palestine scheme to allow refugees to seek safety

Withdraw support for Israel and remain neutral

Withdraw support for Israel and support Palestine

Call for Israel to establish a humanitarian corridor

Call to impose economic sanctions on Israel

Condemn Israel's actions in Gaza

Recall Royal Navy and RAF support to Israel

I have italicised petitions which have not yet reached signature thresholds. Thresholds for petitions are 10,000 to require a government response, and 100,000 to require parliament debate. Even if a petition has broken 100,000, it's worth continuing to add your signature, to show how much support the proposal has.

You must be a UK citizen or resident in order to sign these petitions. Remember that your signature only counts after clicking the confirmation link in the email sent to you.

[ornii]

Oh, The Misery Part 10:

“Peace Was Never and Option”

A torrential downpour blurs the sharp lines of Piltover’s gleaming skyline. Black umbrellas ripple through the city square like a field of mourning flowers. Bells toll — slow, somber, echoing through the heavy air.

A marble memorial stands at the center of the square. Draped banners bear the crests of the fallen houses — including House Kiramman. A massive crowd, shoulder to shoulder, many in dark colors, gathered for the funeral. (Y/n) stands stiff in the rain, his head bowed, water dripping from his hair and metal arm. Beside him, Vi stands with fists clenched at her sides, Neither of them speaks. (Y/n) looked up to the blown up council chambers, grief and anger filled his heart, and he looked away and down. He sees Caitlyn, standing on the steps with her father.

After the Service he waited at an underpass. Hiding from the rain finally until footsteps echo, he turned around to Caitlyn. Silence between them, until he saw her face twist in pain and tears fill. He approached and held her as she cried softly. He just— held her. No words, letting her grieve and let her pain and anguish follow. A minute passed and she composed herself wiping tears.

“You were right, Cait.” He admits, “I thought I could reach Powder but.. she’s gone. I’ll stop her myself, No one else needs to get hurt.”

“No. No more rogue mission. No more reckless plans. My mother was right. My arrogance led me to take on more than I could handle, and she paid the price. They're sending all the Enforcers after Jinx. I'm going with them.” Cait laid it all out, (Y/n) shook his head.

“I can help, we don’t have to set Zaun ablaze.”

“You can. As one of us.” Cait offered him something he, never expected. An enforcers badge. He stared at it, millions of thoughts burning though his brain.

“People are calling for blood. The Council won't stop them. You can show that not all of Zaun supports Jinx. We can show them. You, Me, and Vi. Together.” Caitlyn pleaded with him, and a deep sigh came from him

“I’ve watched enforcers beat, abuse and kill innocent people of Zaun. I’m not becoming what my people fear.” He said, silence against

“I thought you were on our side.” Cait whispered.

“I am. But—“

“You don’t have to say yes now, just.. consider it.” She said, and left it at that. Cait left, leaving (Y/n) to stare at the badge.

Hours later he’s sitting at a stone bench, still staring at the badge, considering just tossing it and going with Vi to fight by themselves. His train of thought was cut off by a shadow looming, he looked up and saw, a girl. she’s petite but fierce, with short-cropped hair and these bright expressive eyes. The person next to her was half amphibian. The girl and guy were enforcers.

“Can I help you?” He asked.

“Junior Officer Nolen. Maddie. And, uh...it's hard to not know who you are with the arm and all..” she said in a particularly joking way.

“Okay, so what is it, Frisk? Trespassing? Or you just here to bother me?” He clenched the badge in his hand.

“Search? No. No, no. Heh. Uh, you're something of a legend amongst the Enforcers. Caitlyn made quite a scene at the station when they tried to deny your enlistment with Vi.”

“Enlistment?” That thought went though (Y/n)’s head. Cait wasn’t joking

“Now I have to ask, is it all true? You went after Silco alone when the Council wouldn't back you? Took on his whole gang?”

“Cait said all that?” He asked, now his interest is piqued. “She said if every Enforcer was like you, we could take on Noxus itself. Then she threatened to withdraw her family's funding. Anyhow, I'm glad you're joining up. Hmm. After the sheriff betrayed us...Well, let's just say...”

(Y/n) watched as Maddie offered a handshake. “it's nice to know there are still good ones left.” She said. (Y/n) shook her hand, but felt something was still. Bit, off.

Fanfare echoes from the main square and Maddie giggled. “Duty calls. A real honor, sir.” Maddie left, and leaving (Y/n) new a new sense of something

Responsibility. Rain trickles in from the shattered skylight above. The air is cold and still. (Y/n) stands near old tracks, arms crossed, deep in thought as Vi approaches, obviously things haven’t been, easy for her.

“.. you okay?” He asked first.

“Yeah, or.. not really, I don’t know..” she mumbled, her mind a bit jagged. (Y/n) softened up pretty quick.

“I know. It’s.. look it, it isn’t your fault. But, what we’re doing now, isn’t working so… so Caitlyn made an offer… to join the Enforcers. Both of us. Together.” He spit it out, and Vi’s mood went from confusion to, anger and disarray.

“You’re serious? After everything they’ve done? After everything they let happen?!” Her voice began to raise.

“I know what they’ve done. But we can fix it. From the inside.”

“Fix it? You wanna join the people that started this shit? Same people who were under Silco’s boot? Those people?!”

“Vi—“

“The same people that killed my parents YOU wanna join them?!”

“I’m trying to save lives, Vi!”

“By joining a bunch of corrupt murderers?!”

“I’m trying to fix this!”

“No. You’re trying to redeem yourself.”

That hits hard. Silence stretches. (Y/n) takes a deep breath.

“Vi.. I understand more than anyone why you’re angry and you have every right to be. But please, every plan I have come up with, people have suffered and died because of it, I don’t have any other plans. Council wants blood, they’d fill Zaun with it if they had the choice. They’re thinking too big, we’re going in too small. There’s gotta be a medium. This is the medium… I don’t expect you to be best friends with them but.. this might be our best shot.” He gives it his best, and gets nothing but silence from Vi. He can tell by her face she is considering it, but just looked away.

“You’ve changed, (Y/n). And not in a good way.” Vi turned and left, leaving him to pick it all back up. As (Y/n) tries to follow her to speak more reason, but Another service is held for the Council.

Many gather and mourn, and (Y/n) and Vi come in attendance. Oddly enough another joined, burly, a bit of a Drunk. He ignored his presence, and watched as Mel approached the stand. She cleared her throat and began.

“One of the many privileges of serving as your councilor is having the occasion now and again to stand behind this podium to behold so many joined together not by birth or dictum but by all that we share. Our hope. Our curiosity. Our compulsion to leave behind us a world better than that before. These things we share are what make us one people.” As Mel began, (Y/n) saw the man mourning citizens, although some looked, off.

“Today we share an unthinkable loss. Councilor Irius Bolbok, Councilor Torman Hoskel, and Councilor Cassandra Kiramman

were taken from us. But they shall not be forgotten. We commissioned this statue so we may remember them for their countless contributions... their lifetimes of service. Not for the craven act that stole them away.” She said, (Y/n)’s eyes locked on a soldier carrying a bag, he passes by a dressed woman and then, passes by without it.

“What the—“

“Though we've suffered

a terrible blow, I assure you, the rule of law prevails in Piltover. We will find those responsible. And they will account for their crimes.” Mel ends her speech with ferocity. (Y/n) can tell something was wrong, until it rolls under him. He looks down and sees hissing. A pipe bomb.

A thunderous explosion rips through the the plaza — the earth quakes beneath the mourners’ feet. Screams. Chaos. Flames rise from the buildings. Through the smoke—Zaunite extremists pour in: masked fighters, grenade-launchers, and at the center, a woman without a nose, a monstrous chainsaw and rage for Jayce.

The blast sends (Y/n) flying, smashing through a marble column. Dust and stone rain down.

Muffled screams.

He blinks awake, ears ringing. He’s half-buried beneath debris — blood leaks down his temple. His vision blurs, then sharpens.

Maddie’s trying to crawl away — being lifted into the air by her leg, dangling from the chemical monster’s claw.

He grits his teeth, shifting rubble off of himself. His arms taking a beating but still works. He scans the ground…His eyes lock on a bent, circular slab of steel plating, about the size of a shield.

He grabs it, pulling himself to his feet, breathing hard. He limps which slowly turns into a full sprint. He throws the makeshift shield once — it slams into the monster’s shoulder, staggering it and dropping Maddie. She looks up to see hissing counter its swing with a parry and recoil with a heavy shield crack to its dome. It slumps unconscious. He turned and, in turn, offers HIS hand.

“Get up! These people need us!” He said, and helped her up. He rushed off to help everyone else, he spots Caitlyn taking a shot at a Zaun extremist but he tries to grab her.

(Y/n) rubs in and hurls the shield into the face of an approaching Zaunite soldier, knocking him back. As the soldier stumbles, he lunges forward, grabbing him and using his body as leverage to perform a high-impact throw into a nearby enemy. The shield recoils and he catches it. He spins, using the shield to block incoming gunfire, then whips it back in a quick arc, knocking another assailant to the ground.

A Chem-Tank soldier attempts to charge him. (Y/n) quickly defends, using the shield to deflect the soldier’s attack before slamming it into their chest. The impact sends the soldier sprawling. Without missing a beat, he uses his old arm to finish the move, grabbing the soldier and throwing him over his shoulder with impressive force.

“Push them back! We protect this city! We protect everyone!” He blocks a swing and counters with a bash.

At this point, the tide is beginning to shift. The Piltover guards, once hesitant, start to see him not as an outsider but as their protector. They rally behind him, taking courage from his unyielding stance.

But it wasn’t over The ground shakes as a mutated chem-monster barrels through a stone wall, roaring with unnatural fury. Enforcers scatter. Panic erupts.

Vi kneels beside Jayce’s Hextech Hammer, trying to reroute energy back into the core. Sparks fly. It won’t boot.

“Come on, come on…”

(Y/n) spots Maddie and the enforcers trying to protect the carriage of councilors. He steps forward, shield in one hand, metallic arm flexing. The chem-monster slams down a piston-sized fist — he raises his shield, absorbing the brunt of the hit, but is launched backwards, skidding across the cobblestone.

He groans, coughing blood, but plants one knee.

He’s down—

But he stands again. His coat torn, armor scorched, He walks straight toward the monster.

The monster charges again.

He dodges left, slams his shield into its leg. It roars. He’s thrown again — crashes through scaffolding.

Everything goes silent for a beat. Dust hangs in the air.

Faint clinks of his metal arm bracing against stone. He rises, beaten, bloodied — but burning with that same unwavering fire.

In the chaos behind him, Vi finally slams the hammer core back into place. It whines to life.

“duck!”

He doesn’t hesitate. He rolls aside just as

Vi blasts the monster, it catches its shoulder and its arm is torn to metal shreds. Before the monster.

The monster, with one arm swings again. (Y/n) sidesteps, smashes the shield into its knee, then slams it across its head.

It stumbles.

He roars, knocks it to the ground.

He raises the shield high—

SLAMS IT DOWN.

And all the grief he’s felt came back.

Powder

SLAM.

Mylo

SLAM.

Vi

SLAM.

Claggor

SLAM.

Dad…

SLAM.

Again.

SLAM

And Again.

SLAM.

The monster grunts.

SLAM.

Its arm twitches.

SLAM.

Rain drips off his face. He doesn’t stop.

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

The monster is no longer moving—but he keeps going, driven by desperation, guilt, fury, the will of everyone lost.

The shield is bloodied. His hands tremble.

Behind him, the battlefield has gone quiet. Civilians stare. Enforcers hesitate. (Y/n) tosses the blood soaked shield and sighs, looking upward to the sky. The fight was over, but this war, was just starting.

(Y/n) was getting a wound sewn up, as Vi and Cait were in front of him. She was, beyond furious.

“A memorial. What kind of animals?”

“They wanted the spectacle. They're trying to scare you.”

“All they did is piss me off.” Cait fired back, Vi was actually surprised by this.

“You... You need to find a way to call off the invasion.”

“What?”

“This battle was on your soil. Down there, you'll be on their terms.”

“None of this is on our terms! She dies and leaves this giant hole, and I'm just supposed to fill it. Like she was never there to begin with.” Cait, now at an impasse let her true feelings be heard.

“Hey.” Vi reached out, gently caressing her cheek.

“You won't. The hole gets smaller, but... you never fill it.”

“Vi.. every way I slice it, if I go after your sister alone, one of us comes back in a box. It's all coming apart.”

“It’s not.” (Y/n) said, and stood up, wiping blood off his face. “I’m joining you. We end this, now.”

..

Deep, in an unknown basement within Piltover, the last three Council Members including Mel, talk.

“Never in our lifetimes has Piltover's leadership been forced into the dungeons of our capitol! But here we are. Does anyone still doubt that our enemy is greater than one deranged individual?”

“How did they sneak so many of these things into the ceremony? I thought we took every measure to secure it.” One asked

“They must have had help. From someone up here.”

“We can't afford any more handwringing. If we do not defend ourselves with Hextech, our principles will mean nothing.” Councilor Salo says, before Mel can reply, the doors open and Cait, now dressed as a fully fledged enforcer approaching.

“We aren't prepared for a full-scale invasion. The undercity's attack proved that.”

“This is a closed Council meeting.

Who let you in here?”

“I am a decorated officer. Leader of House Kiramman. Address me with respect, or keep your mouth shut.” Cait fired back, and as expected Salo shuts up.

“I will lead a strike team into Zaun with three objectives: locate Jinx, dismantle Shimmer, and neutralize any agents still loyal to Silco.

“What makes you think you'll fare better than our forces today?”

“We've got a few surprises

of our own.”

They watch as footsteps echo, Clad in new armored gear forged from reinforced Piltover steel and Hextech alloy. Maddie, Loris, The Aquatic enforcer, Vi, and (Y/n). Each uniform bearing the mark of the wolf, glinting under the rising moon. Faces grim. Unyielding.

He leads them, the first to step into the light.

His new Hextech arm — Aegis — hums quietly, glowing with raw Hex energy. At his back, a polished shield forged from salvaged metal now refined — the same shield he wielded during the attack, reborn.

(Y/n) stepped up first. His hands behind his back and spoke it into existence.

“Commander Kiramman. Captain (Y/n) of the Newly Formed Iron Hounds, awaiting your command.”

[ravenverna]

Summary: You have been trying to save the marriage between you and Lizzie, but you have had enough and decided to put an end to it.

Word count: 1447

Note: I just need to get this one out of my system, hehe. Please be good to me; I am just someone who wants to write anything that comes across my mind. Also, English is not my first language. Please bear with meeee!!!

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We have tried to fix everything—return to our old selves and forget everything—but we know it won't happen. We made numerous attempts, but none were successful. We even considered couples therapy and a second honeymoon, but her betrayal is so painful that every time I look at her, I am reminded of the way she kissed her.

"Ms. Y/N, Ms. Olsen is here for you. Do you want me to send her in?" My assistant asked at the intercom connected from her desk to mine.

I looked at the frosted window in front of me, where I saw her silhouette; it's her, the woman I have been avoiding for a couple of months now. I can feel that she's agitated because of how she taps her heels on the carpeted floors.

"You don't understand; we are just practicing for a scene. Please believe me, bubba, I would never hurt you, not even in my wildest dreams."

"Ms. Y/N? Should I let her in?" My assistant's question brought me back to reality.

"Yes," I simply responded before clicking the mute button on the intercom.

I looked at the door in front of me; it opened, and there she was, the woman I loved, cared for, and worshiped, and the woman who hurt me.

"Can we talk Y/N? We need to fix this. You have been avoiding me for 3 months now, and I can't bear it anymore. Please, Y/N, let's talk." She started as soon as my assistant closed the door to leave us both alone.

"I'm busy, Lizzie," I said, looking back at the monitor where a slideshow of our wedding is playing. I hurried to close the player and pretend that I was doing something, hoping that she would leave me be.

"Please, let's fix this," she said, standing in front of the table, looking down at me while I still pretended to be busy.

"Can we talk about it when I get home? We already talked about it, Liz; this is a place of business, and I can't let my personal life interfere with business," I said.

"No! We will talk about it now!" she said at the top of her lungs, which made me look at her, shocked at what just happened. This is the first time in our three-year marriage that she shouted.

"Did I get your attention now?" She said it with a shaking voice. She tossed a folder across the table toward me. I glanced at it and saw my attorney's name at the center of the folder.

"Why, why are you giving up on us?" She looked directly at me, her eyes leaving me breathless with the same intensity that had made me fall in love with her over and over again.

"I am giving you space—space where you can do whatever you want in your life, Liz; date whoever you want; be with someone you want." I spoke softly as I moved the folder closer to her.

"So please, just sign the damn divorce papers." I said, looking at the folder, I can't look at her. I was afraid that when I looked at her, I might go numb and just withdraw the petition for divorce. She is my weakness.

"No, you're going to divorce me because of what happened with Aubrey? This is so unfair, Y/N. That's just one time! It's not as if I've cheated on you; we're just practicing." She expressed her frustration by placing one hand on her forehead.

"How many times should I tell you that?" she whispered, looking at me.

"Please, Liz, just sign the papers," I asked her, looking at the folder in front of me.

"No," she turned around and grabbed the doorknob to leave.

"Academy LA"

"Bardot"

"Station1640"

I began scattering the pictures of Liz and Aubrey that my people had taken at various bars and gatherings. Lizzie slowly turned around and looked at me and the pictures of her and Aubrey on top of the folder. She hurriedly closed the door behind her.

"I wasn't going to tell you this, but you leave me no choice." I said, now looking at her. I have summoned enough courage to look at her. This is the first time I saw her up close; I can see that she hasn't been having a peaceful sleep because of the dark circles under her eyes.

"Divorce is the only solution I can think of to deal with this mess, Liz. You have been going behind my back for the past two years." I said before looking at the photos in front of us "Someone took this photo in Bardot the night before our wedding anniversary last year. It's you and Aubrey sharing a kiss. Now tell me, are you also practicing a scene then?" I asked, trying my best to hold the tears that are building in my eyes.

"Remember the night I was in Paris? I promised to catch the earliest flight and wouldn't mind renting another jet just to get home, to you. I was exhausted that day and had a long week, and all I wanted was to sleep beside you. You're my strength, Liz, and you know that," I said, looking down at the picture and pointing at one of the photos at my desk.

"Academy LA, night of the Emmys, remember this? This is when I called you that night to tell you my plan, you said you wouldn't be home for a week due to the awards and after party. You need to go because you're "branching out your name," remember?" I asked, looking at her.

Liz's face was shocked at the pictures in front of us—shocked that I knew everything she was doing since we got married. I know this is some creepy shit, but can you blame me? I'm her wife.

"Academy LA, both of you arrived together, already tipsy, and started kissing on the dance floor. Is that why you don't want me home? Because you are going to bring your mistress back to our bed and fuck her on the sheet I bought? on the sheet where we sleep?" I pointed to the next photo, where Lizzie's mouth is wide open and Aubrey's head is nestled between her legs.

"Please stop, Y/N, please," Lizzie said, trying to get the photos from the table and starting to rip them out in front of me, crying.

"Those are your copies; I have mine saved in the cloud." I sat back in the swivel chair and gazed at her.

"Please, Liz, sign the papers. Please, I am begging you; sign it," I said, looking at the folder.

"I felt sorry for myself, letting you into my life, letting you see my vulnerabilities, my weakness. I trusted you to protect everything, but all you managed to do was break me apart. You were all I had, and now I feel as though I have no one left." I wiped away the tears from my cheeks as I spoke.

"I promise not to leak any photos of you and Aubrey to the press. I love you so much, and I don't want everyone to know how you cheated on me with your colleague, or even ruin the career you have." I said before opening the folder and signing the papers where my name is indicated. After finishing, I glanced at Liz and handed her my pen, the one she had given me.

Liz looked at me, bawling her eyes out, saying sorry repeatedly. I wanted to rush to her side and hug her. The last thing I want is to see her crying. But I need to be strong; I need to protect myself, now I need to choose myself first before anyone else.

Liz slowly reached for the pen in my hands and signed the papers—the divorce papers that will end our marriage, the marriage I tried to protect, but I can't protect the marriage of two people if one of us is already in love with someone else. Liz is still in love with Aubrey, and I can't deny that; now I'll let them be.

Liz closed the folder and gave me the pen back. "I never thought that the pen I gave you was also the pen we'll use to sign our divorce papers," she said under her breath, wiping the tears from her eyes. "We aren't meant to be, Liz; we just need to accept it. I understand that it will cause pain for both of us, but our love story is not meant to last." I stood up and walked towards her.

"Take care of yourself, okay? Always remember, I will always be your number one fan, Bubba," I said before leaning in to leave one last kiss on her soft lips before I opened the door and left her alone in the room.

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hmmm? Thoughts? hihi

[novankenn]

New goofy idea. Jaune as Salem's divorce lawyer and Weiss as Ozpin's divorce lawyer.

Cloaked in her human guise Salem, Queen of the Grimm, Evil Incarnate, and Bane of the living stepped into an elevator of a small dingy and dilapidated building. Reaching the fifth floor of seven, she disembarked turned to her right and walked through the door at the end of the hallway. She stormed through the small reception area, breezing past the receptionist and into the office just behind.

"Excuse me!" shouted the rabbit faunus woman manning the reception desk, "You can't..."

"I can and I have." Salem snapped as she shoved the door open and stormed into the center of a storm of organized chaos. "You SAID you'd handle this!"

"Ms Salem, why are you..."

"I was just served with these!" Salem pulled an envelope from her handbag and threw it on the cluttered desk. "Served in the GRIMM-LANDS! Explain! Now Arc!"

The young, but exhausted looking young blond man, sighed as he reached for the envelope. Opening and then withdrawing the contents he set himself to ignore the pacing form of his client. His brows knit together as he read through sheet after sheet of legal jargon, veiled threats, and out-right bribery.

After twenty minutes of pacing Salem dropped her ass into the closest well worn arm chair, as her lawyer continued to read through the documents she had given him. After another twenty minutes he tossed the divorce counter filing onto his desk and started to rub his temples.

"You said you would fix this Mr Jaune Arc! This has not been fixed! What am I paying you for, if that bastard can do this type of shit!"

"One, you are NOT paying me! You took my sister and her family hostage, and have me doing this pro-bono." Jaune snapped, frustration, sleep deprivation, and annoyance surfacing in his tone. "And to fix this I have to decipher those legal scrolls you provided to me... which are in a language NO ONE has spoken for the last 3000 years!"

"So NO this has not been fixed, and it will not get fixed anytime soon. Also just in case it has escaped your attention... your ex hired the firm of Nikos-Schnee-Winchester and Associates. They have an army of paralegals and hungry lawyers looking for every piece of dirty laundry on you."

"But your ads..."

"My firm specializes on Class-Action lawsuits, not divorces!" Jaune growled, any fear he had of Salem having long evaporated.

"You have to be able to do something! He's trying to take Cinder away from me!"

"Whose Cinder?"

"She's my minion... er... adopted daughter."

"Pray tell why I am only hearing about her... JUST NOW?"

"Well, I... um... well, you see..."

"Ms Salem, you are against my better judgement my client, which means anything and everything to discuss with me is covered under lawyer-client privilege." Jaune leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes for a second, "So please stop hiding needed information."

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Enough apologies." Jaune's deep azure eyes snapped open. "If you are serious about fighting this shit divorce petition, then there are four things you need to start doing... and doing today."

"What would those be?"

"First let my sister and her family go. It's only causing animosity between us, which is counter productive to us working together."

"Fine."

"Secondly, start paying me. I can't pay for anything without funds. I'm going to need language specialists, investigators, interns, psychiatric specialists..."

"Okay... what psychiatric specialists? What for?"

"Let me finish and then I'll outline my strategy."

"Okay and these two other things?"

"You need to move to Vale. I need to be able to contact you when and as needed." Jaune held up his finger to stop Salem from saying anything. "You also need to be available for conferences, mediation, and court appearances. So staying in Vale would make that easy."

"That makes sense."

"And the fourth?"

"I understand you have an in with the White Fang. Is that correct?"

"You could say that."

"Good. I would like your help in... reaching out to them."

"Reaching out to them? Why?"

"Class-Action against the Kingdom of Atlas, and the SDC. The more claimants I can sign up the better the payout for everyone involved."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"So If I make all that happen, you'll fix this divorce?"

"Your Ex, Ozpin?"

"Osama."

"Well he was smart in acquiring Nikos-Schnee-Winchester as legal counsel. They're sharks and they're good, but they're also just a business. They like to show off, use names at the start to try and bully their way to wins."

"Okay?"

"You, at least once you start paying me made a smarter choice. I'm not a big corp. I'm a solo-proprietor, so you get me, not some intern. They're sharks... but I'm THE shark... I'm the megalodon."

"They went extinct..."

"That has NOT been scientifically proven!"

"Vel, can you come in for a minute?" Jaune yelled, totally ignoring the intercom on his desk.

"Yes Jaune?" Velvet asked as she poked her head through the door.

"Can you generate a standard lawyer-client agreement, standard retainer."

"Sure. Anything else?"

"Not right now. Thanks Bun-Bun." Jaune replied adding a wink, to his response. Salem arched one of her eyebrows.

"You and your... receptionist?" Salem asked dryly. "That seems a little... contrived."

"She's my partner, she's the best paralegal in Vale, and my other partner Coco is on maternity leave so she's covering for her."

"Other wife?"

"Yeah? You have a problem with polyamory?"

"No issue, just surprised it's still practiced." Salem replied. "So I guess once I sign those papers, I should locate an apartment, and give you updated contact information, correct?"

"Yes."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"You want to use psychiatric specialists for my case... why?"

"Simple." Jaune leaned back in his chair, and smiled. "You know, and I know, and Ozpin... excuse me Ozama, know you're the Queen of the Grimm... BUT..."

"But?"

"The rest of the world doesn't. So we dig up a little dirt, shove some motions through to have evaluated, and then expose his delusions about you to the public."

"How does that help my case?"

"It'll prove he is severely unwell, and give us a method of annulment due to the threats on your life, because of his delusion." Jaune let a malicious smile cross his features. "Follow me?"

"I do, Mr Arc. I do." Salem echoed Jaune's grin, as she retrieved her scroll from her handbag. "Let me get in contact with Sienna Khan for you. I think she would be VERY interested in your... services."

[ Master List ]

(A/N - Okay this went a little more ominous then I anticipated, but hey I think it works. How you enjoyed!)

[tinydefector]

Glory Hole

Energyfluid AU

Character: Megatron, Rodimus, Whirl, Cyclonus and Drift

Warnings: Smut, Oral, body fluids, cum drinking, fingering

Word count: 2.4k

Request and ask open, read pinned post

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Notes: I got a request for Whirl while I was working on this, and it was for fluid play/Vomit, so I tried to work a bit of that into this. So Anon, I hope you like it.

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Raucous laughter and lively conversation fill the bar as assorted mechs enjoy downtime. At the counter, Swerve meticulously polishes and cleans every glass, whistling an upbeat tune. 

Riptide nurses his high-grade, regaling Whirl with tales of his latest daring escapades above the clouds. Across the room, Tailgate and Cyclonus share private words, orbiting ever closer. 

Rodimus holds court amid his crew, gesticulating wildly as he recounts some bravado-filled battle. Beside him, Drift watches with a half-smile, content in quietude. Brainstorm debates theory with a gathering of scientists. 

At a shadowed booth, two dark helms bow close, mysterious as the joor fades around them. Music pulses through lively crowds on the dance floor and stage alike. 

When movement catches many bots optics follows the petite figure's progress, 

The human gives Swerve a wave as they head further down the table with drink in hand. It wasn't hard for them to navigate the Ridge along the wall until they made their way over to one of the dark booths. The one every bot knew as the 'glory hole' booth. They patiently wait on their side of the wall for company. 

Megatron's Piece

His optics observed the tiny creature's approaching the veiled booth curiosity from his own seat. With a low rumble he stands himself not caring for the lingering optics as he makes his way towards the other side of the booth.

The human ends up seated in the small dark booth away from everyone, eyes linger on the rather large glory hole. Eagerly waiting. It was the lost lights' worst kept secret only Ultra Magnus' not knowing about it, or not carrying enough to fix it. So here they stand, eyes glued to the hole, waiting for his potential hook up.

A flick of his servo drew the booth's privacy screens, cloaking all within the shadow's embrace.He vented softly, ready to see how the moment unfolded. Megatron draws a vent as delicate touches tease along his array, sensation unusual yet intriguing. Beneath plating long stilled, his spike stirs, pressurising thick cables as it rises to pressurise the tips of seeking fingers.

Releasing locks with care, he allows his valve cover to withdraw, His optics glow steady invitation through the gloom as spike extends, its broad head emerging into the fragile hand wrapped around his girth. Size alone speaks the vast difference between their frames, yet here within this dark booth size didn't matter anymore.  

lips are against the spike in an instant, suckling and licking lines along the length, hands working down towards megatron's Valve, soft fingers pressing against the nodes. Megatron stifles a groan as an eager mouth engulfs his spike, small tongue flickering over sensitive lines in a maddening dance. The small digits teasing at his valve click urgently against biolights, coaxing them to glow brighter under adept hands. 

Megatron knew he wasn't going to last long nor did he care, it was the release he desperately needed after so long. Pressurising lines pump fresh transfluid to his spike, slick coating the velvet mouth stretched wide to take his girth. His legs shift restlessly, canting hips in silent plea for more contact against the small hands playing him expertly. 

Through the darkness Megatron vents raggedly, surrendering control to the human on the otherside. They eagerly drink down the transfluid, cup placed under to catch what he couldn't down quickly. When they finally pulls away it's with soft pants and pale blue drips down his chin. 

After cleaning themself, the human sits back out on the bar sipping their 'drink' , a mix of Vodka and megatron's Transfluid.

Satiated cables throb dully within Megatron as he watches them so publicly drinking the mix without a care. The sight of blue smeared upon petite lips stirs coding. 

Rodimus' Piece 

Rodimus throws back the last of his high grade with a carefree laugh. Yet as he signals Swerve for a refill, a flash of movement catches his optics. 

Curious, he follows it to a shadowed booth - and pauses as subtle harmonies pluck at his intake. There, curled delicately on the edge, sits the most breathtaking creature. Lithe limbs beg exploration; soft lips cry out to be claimed.

Clearly the small being noticed his approach, moving into one side of the booth. Rodimus cycles a deep vent, arousal stirring beneath plates as memory cores unbolt.

They hum to themself when hearing quick movements on the other side of the glory hole wall. They can hear the light stumbles and giggles from a bot on the other side. shakes their head in amusement. Waiting for the bots' spike to press through the hole. Rodimus vents sharply as his spike presses invitation through the discreet access port. So rarely does he indulge such depravity. 

When small hands curl daringly around his spike, Rodimus throws back his helm with wild static, gripping the berth for balance.  "Primus" he rasps, thick fluid already weeping onto willing palms. His spike throbs powerfully, 

Rodimus guides himself to a slick, waiting mouth. His cry of rapture shakes the walls, Slowly, ever so slowly, he allows his spike to sink blissfully home. Venting ragged prayers, Rodimus braces against the wall, sparing not an inch of the treasure gifted unto him.

How blesséd this chance encounter, Tiny soft moans are felt around Rodimus' spike, as they eagerly try to take more of his spike down their throat. Hands wrapped around his length working it quickly as they hum in their chest. 

Hardened lines pulse heavy between those practised lips and hands, smooth movements wringing rapture after rapture from his very wiring. Rodimus keens and bucks helplessly into that suckling warmth, static clawing his vision to whiteness. 

It has been far too long since he'd been worked to overload. Gripping the wall till plates dent, Rodimus fights the tide only moments more. Then with a final cry he thrusts deep, spilling hot and thick directly down that willing throat. Wave after wave pulses out in pulsing bliss.

They are quick to pull away trying to catch as much in a cup as possible before drinking down as much of the sweet peach tasting transfluid he could. With one last lap at Rodimus' spike they step back letting go of his length. As his spike is freed from that embrace, Rodimus sags against the wall in blissful exhaustion. His sensors feel alight, every circuit singing. He drinks in the mouth watering sounds of his release being savoured, arousal already stirring once more. 

Whirl's Piece

Whirl spots the tiny figure's approach and cants his helm in interest. When realisation strikes, he throws his head back in cackling glee. He makes his way quickly into the booth.  "Well well, if it isn't little Tiny! Coming to play in the adult's corner, are we?" 

They need no further invitation. Reaching out, they run tiny hands across Whirl's plating, feeling transformation seams and scars alike as whirl opens his plating. A shiver runs through the hardened mech. His field flares with barely contained need and novelty-seeking charge. 

When nimble little digits find hidden sensor nodes, drawing shocked pleas from clenched dental plates, they eagerly work their mouth against whirl’s Valve. Lips wrapped around the node and hand runs along the back of Whirl's spike. 

In the murky gloom of the illicit booth, rhythmic clicks and gasps echo raw in swirling charge. Whirl shudders violently, pinned against the grimy wall by the fierce tide crashing through his lines. An alien mouth devours him with greedy, grasping hunger, coaxing pleasure from hidden places. Each suck and nip drags another cry flying free, no shame in this hallowed den of passion. 

His spike throbs nearly untouched save for scrabbling fingers, leaving it swollen and aching. Optic flame pulses wild, claw-tips scoring deep rents as the first crashing wave hits, dragging a shattering howl from his rusty vocalizer. Transfluid spurts forth in scalding pulses to flood that greedy mouth.  

Spent and shaking, Whirl slumps against the wall, venting in great billowing gusts. They grin, licking sweet lips, and dive in for more. “You're a menace whirl, but gods do you taste amazing" they calls out before running his tongue along the base of whirl’s spike lapping up the leftover Transfluid. Collection a mouthful of transfluid before letting it drip from their mouth for Whirls pleasure. 

Whirl howls, spike throbbing wildly at the sight of his release painted across that smug little mouth. His field flares in possessive hunger, desire spiking further at the brazen praise. 

"Menace?" he rasps between pants as that wicked tongue circles his nodes once more. "More like chaos incarnate, you cheeky fleshling." With a snarl, he scoops them up, cramming that teasing mouth firmly around his spike once more. "That's it, lap it all up," he growls, canting sharply to drive home his length in deep, ruthless thrusts. 

 fluids smearing across plump lips as Whirl brutalises their willing throat. He sees the adoration glowing in widened eyes and knows he's found a perfect accomplice for debauchery. "Frag, you're gonna be the death of me," Whirl pants, spike pulsing wildly. With a roar he overloads down that swallowing throat, transfluid flooding its depths.  they pull away coughing and spitting up the pale blue fluid before shooting him a glare.

"But what a way to go!" 

When they finish, the human pats Whirl's plating, finally pulling away and wiping their lips. "Thanks for the drink, handsome! Try not to choke me next time" They calls out, still coughing lightly

Cyclonus' Piece 

As the small organic approaches the booth, Cyclonus observes with neutral curiosity. Strange to see such a fragile thing seek the patrons of this darkened corner knowingly. 

When delicate fingers curl around the edge of the privacy screen, he makes no move to dissuade. Within moments, a sweet scent teases his olfactory sensors - arousal. He moves towards the glory hole. 

Soft hands move against Cyclonus' interface plate through the glory hole. soft giggles leave soft lips before they speaks. "I wasn't expecting your company tonight Cyclonus, what a surprise this is" they hums while waiting for Cyclonus to open his panel and release his spike. 

At the muffled words, Cyclonus' optics shutter halfway in dark pleasure. Still he hesitates - this creature seems so impossibly fragile. His panel hisses open reluctantly, spike pressurising at the first teasing touch upon its tip. When had he last taken interface so tenderly? Memory fails. 

His spike throbs mercilessly against small fingers wrapping slick around its girth. A gruff growl shivers the walls. "Careful, little one." A Hot mouth sliding upon his spike in a swift plunge that has Cyclonus see static. Their lips wrap around Cyclonus' spike moaning loudly around the tip as they sucks against the length. Fingers dance teasingly along the lights of his spike. 

His hips canter up on instinct, thrusts restrained but steady. Each draws forth beautiful music, and when overload finally claims him, Cyclonus keen softly coming undone. 

A violent shudder wrecks his frame as static scrambles his vocalizer. eager lips around his twitching spike. Cyclonus strains against the screen dividing them, spike throbbing mercilessly as it seeks more of that blessed suction. It grants all and more, a dancing tongue to tease every sensitive cable and node, a moan vibrating straight through steel to rattle his struts like nothing else ever has. 

When it hits, it comes from the core of his being to shake the very walls. A guttural howl tears loose as Cyclonus spurts down that velvet throat in pulsing waves, vents and venting in ragged breaths.

They giggle, pulling away, Transfluid running down their front as they lick a strip up Cyclonus' spike. "First time with a human?" they asked softly.

Cyclonus can only manage a wordless grunt in response, still reeling from sensation that was utterly overwhelming. Never has any encounter scrambled his coding so completely as this delicate creature's wicked indulgences. 

Drift's Piece 

At first, Drift hears only muffled laughter and commotion from beyond the dividing wall of his private booth. Peaceable enjoyment of solitude is his simple wish on this night. Yet destiny has a way of tapping one unawares. 

The divider obscures all but shadow and suggestion. So when pale fingers emerge to caress its dark surface, tracing seams of his playing with delicate curiosity, his interest is piqued. Such slender appendages seem too fine-wrought for a mech's touch.   

Leaning close, he detects the faintest scent smoothing away like silk, sweetness like none programmed into his cultural database. Optics dim, fans cycled to mute, it was one of the humans hands. 

The fingers' owner starts faintly at the contact, then settles once more. Drift takes this as consent, they slowly suck Drift's digits though the glory hole, eagerly running their tongue along the steel. After a little they pull back. 

Through the pleasure haze, Drift registers the subtle shift. He withdraws gently from the enticing grip. A few calming vents leave him. His panel releases not in haste, exposing his spike with the same care offered fleshy fingers moments before. 

When the first velvety touch comes, he cannot stifle a shuddering vent. Sensitive sensors map every contour, Blazing optics meet shadowy fingers with perfect thrust; there exists no rush when two worlds commune so intimately. Exploration in its own time 

Small lips eagerly kiss up along his lengths and down it, pulling back and wrapping lips around Drift's spike. Humming at the gentle taste against their tongue. They runs the flat of their tongue over the hood of Drift's spike. 

He cycles his vents raggedly, fighting protocols clamouring for urgent release alone would shatter him. His spike twitches under the sinful mouth, Blissful groans sing softly through the booth as spike meets velvet suction, drawing sweet whimpers spurring him higher. 

"Come on, pretty bot unload for me, bet you taste amazing sweet thing" they call out before taking Drift's back into their mouth eager to make the bot overload. The needy encouragement pushes Drift to the very edge of coherency. Static claws at his vocalizer as he fights to reply, 

Overload hovers mere astro seconds away. His spike throbs wildly against the velvet suction pulling him toward that blissful edge. With final shreds of control, he rasps softly, "May I?" He cries out

His entire form seizes in stasis lock before collapsing heavily against the wall, Fields entwines amid aftershocks. Drift vents slowly as he recovers. 

They eagerly drink down as much of the bots transfluid as possible. "Mmm you taste pretty good sweet bot, not one of the regulars are you?" They calls out while moving back and releasing Drifts spike 

Slowly rebooting protocols pull Drift back to full awareness, stated in both frame and spirit. He powers down his interface array, closing panel with the faintest click. 

Through the darkness, a soft chuckle reaches his audials. "I am not regular. Came in here for some quiet I believe i got more than i anticipated" 

[bullet-prooflove]

Fire: Endeavour Morse x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989@caffeinatedwoman@lieutenantcrosby@to-grow-in-and-to-love @gwyn73

Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

La Petit Mort - Morse and you share your first kiss in the rain.

California Dreaming - Morse turns up at your classroom to discuss the night you spent together.

The Detective & The Professor - You and Morse turn heads at a university event.

What’s In A Name - Morse refuses to tell you his first name.

Equal Opportunities - Fred Thursday realises that Morse has a girl.

The Golden Notebook - Morse enjoys watching you work.

Bruises - You see to Morse's care after a beating.

Rarities - You and Morse discuss the fact your differences.

The Right One - Morse's bad trip leads Fred Thursday to question your intentions.

The End of Time - You support Morse in his recovery leading to a revelation between the two of you.

The Divine - Morse goes skinny dipping for the first time.

The Libertines - Morse makes a confession about a past relationship.

The Other Woman - You find another woman in Morse's bed.

Joan - You come face to face with with the other woman.

Song of the Evening Star - You and Morse finally discuss what happened with Joan.

Art Deco - Morse doesn't think about marriage... until he does.

Distance - Morse struggles with the distance.

Woodstock - Morse hates Woodstock but Woodstock loves you.

To Make A House A Home - Morse doesn’t want Woodstock to become home.

An Ungodly Mess - Morse discusses an important decision with you.

Poison Pen - Morse's investigations have dire consquences when Ronnie Box turns up at your door.

The Criminal Investigation Department is bedlam. Ronnie Box’s office is in the midst of being turned upside down by plainclothes officers, his belongings packed away into evidence boxes. Across the borough the upper echelon of the Thames Valley Police are being summoned into a war meeting leaving everyone else at a loss, fearing they’ll be dragged into the nightmare he’s just stepped into.

In the midst of the fray, there’s you, tucked safely away in Fred Thursday’s office, your head in your hands as if you’re trying to block out the world outside. He ignores everything else in that moment, the ferocity of the stares as he strides through the office, the whispers, the accusations. His attention is focused on you and only you.

You don’t look up when he opens the door. The shock of the whole thing has made you withdraw into yourself and that frightens him because you’re not that person, you’re always warm, always open. You don’t hide, not from him.

“Cleo, my love.” He says softly as he crouches down in front of you. He wants to touch you, to take you in his arms but he isn’t sure if that’s what you need after what Jim Strange told him on the phone. “How can I help you?”

It’s when you finally look up that he sees the extent of the damage to your face, a split across the forehead, neatly patched up by Max, purple and black bruising blossoming around the edges. Your eyes are red rimmed, your skin splotchy from the tears.

“They say he’s dead.” You whisper, your voice little more than a rasp. “Sepsis from the fountain pen… They asked me if I invited him… If it was a lover’s spat….”

This is exactly the reason his first call had been to a solicitor after he’d hung up with Strange. In any other case you’d have been treated like a victim, but because it’s Ronnie Box, he’d known they’d try and spin a different kind of narrative. That man, he had friends in high places and Morse wants to see every single one of them get exactly what they deserve.

“I know that wasn’t it.” He tells you, his gaze coming to rest on the bruising on your right wrist. He knows what it looks like when someone’s been held down, he knows there’s more of them underneath the navy blue fleece of his that you’re wearing. “That you didn’t want this.”

“No.” You say quietly. “But that’s the point isn’t it? Use me to break you down, to tamper your tenacity.”

And there it is out in the open, the reason you’re sitting in a police station, half beaten, traumatised.

Him, his investigation into those heroin deaths, his inability to let something go once he smells the blood in the water.

“Don’t do that.” You say with a fierceness that surprises him. “Don’t let this be for nothing. I want you to dismantle this whole fucking enterprise, I want you to burn it to the fucking ground.”

That fire he sees in your eyes, it’s the same one that ignites everytime you step up to that podium for your women’s rights speeches. It’s brilliant, it’s bright  and it’s true, truer than anything he’s seen come out of the Thames Valley Police.

“Promise me.” You say, capturing your hand in his. “Promise me you won’t let this go.”

“You have to be sure.” He says, his head tipping up to meet your gaze. “If I do this you need to be certain-”

“Oh I am.” You tell him with a conviction he feels in the very depths of his bones. “I have never been more certain of anything in my life.”

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[greatbritishsimchallenge]

It took a few days for the withdrawal symptoms to begin. At first, Frankie became tired and irritable with a persistent headache. She worked through it all, dismissing any attempt by Zale or Nalani to make her rest.

Then came what felt like the worst flu Frankie had ever experienced. She shivered and boiled and her head felt like it was both exploding out and caving in.

Forced to give in, she took to bed and tried to sleep. She became sucked into a restless, waking nightmare of every horror she'd witnessed, every sadness she'd ever felt.

You were supposed to be our leader - our protector. Instead, you were our murderer.

Wicked, sinful child. I am ashamed of you.

I trusted you. I believed in you. What a fool I was! You have squandered every opportunity you have been given!

I'm all you've got left in this world. I lie to you. I use you. I don't really give a shit about you. And yet you beg for my love and approval. You're pathetic.

Frankie - look at me.

I am the only person who truly loved you and I am dead. So, too, is the petite sirène that I loved. You? You are not worthy of love: you squander your mind and abandon your legacy and choose powerless poverty over purpose. You are alone - and so you deserve to be.

As Frankie writhed and muttered incoherently, Zale stroked her hand and whispered, "I am here, Frankie. You are not alone."

Zale looked down at his hand as Frankie suddenly clutched it tightly.

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[bowyer35]

The hair at the end of S2 is pretty much already there at this point, so... Petition to make a S3 more fully-reintegrated Mark Scout go full Spiderman 3 Dark Tobey:

Please tell me you are seeing my vision. All the WORST attributes of Mark Scout start leaking into Mark S. -- starting with alcohol withdrawal from being stuck on the severed floor without leaving or getting hammered.

[crimsonflowerz]

Can I live under your dress like a gnome? I will tend to your forest madame. Keep the Bush beautiful and aromatic. Like a former president at the spa.

i want you clinging onto my leg while i walk around town, too. twiddling my little chode while i withdraw money at the bank. oh you scoundrel, you, i say as i feed you another handful of granola. thank you for tending my bush so well! and you slurp greedily from my hand, nearly spilling the petite bottle of Pube Oil stuffed into your beard