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#shut up sian
johnny-and-dora · 1 year
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okay okay. SURELY donald and yvette are going to at least cameo. i know donald glover is like the busiest guy on the planet always (which is fair enough) but if i don’t see troy again OR AT LEAST GET VERBAL CONFIRMATION THAT HE’S CANONICALLY ALIVE i’m going to start biting people
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catboirights · 2 years
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RANDOM QUINCY EVENT
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knightonio · 3 months
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# TOJI : fushiguro toji. top male reader. ftm toji. oral + overstimulation. gun play.
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thinking about playing with ftm! toji’s pussy. it’s so pretty, sucking in your fingers so well. toji’s thighs are twitching, muscular arm swung over his eyes to hide that dazed look away from you. the past few weeks, he paid you no mind besides asking for money. normally, you wouldn’t mind, yet it’s become too unbearable.
“s.. stop...” he whines, feet dragging himself upwards the mattress. following his request, you pull away. a smile tugging at your wetness-soaked lips, “yeah? you want me to stop?” your tone is so sweet, so considerate, and suddenly toji wants to cum inside your mouth to shut you up. “i h.. hate you.” he hiccups, tensing when he feels the barrel of your gun trace his folds.
“i didn’t hear you.”
toji’s silent as you switch the safety off.
“please...” he hesitates for a moment.
he breathes slowly, “please... fuck me.”
the view is too unbelievable. too good to be true. toji leaks around your gun, entrance fluttering around nothing. his brain is fuzzy, on the border between wanting the session to end or continue. the pain’s too euphoric, serving only for the building climax deep within him. “you already came so much, baby,” you comment, “now you’re trying to fuck my gun too?”
aw, he was pouting.
“no,” he shakes his head, hair sticking to his face like glue. he was so cute. “i want you inside... wan’ your cock. please?” and he knew how to ask properly. you taught him well. your tongue plunges itself into his pussy, and he wants to scream from the abruptness. his mouth is agape in a gasp, your fingers rocking to life.
his brain frays when it registers that your weapon is pressing into his clit.
toji fucking squeals.
you don’t make him wait long. you’re soon on your knees, slick cock sliding with ease. “ngh! you d.. didn’t,” he moans in surprise, “didn’t– fucking.. warn me.” his eyebrows furrows in a way you’ll know he’ll complain, but your thrust causes cartoonish stars to swirl around his pretty, dumb head.
“careful with your words, sweetheart,” you remind, gun tracing up and up until it was against his chin. you take advantage of the situation, thrusts forceful enough to make his cunt clench with urgency. he whimpers, “yes sir.”
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sian khan © knightonio. masterlist. taglist.
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Title: Promise Me
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Word Count: 500
Summary: No one is guaranteed a long life. Least of all hunters. Dean knows this and so do you. Still, you pull promises from each other to protect the sliver of happiness found together.
Warnings: Naked fun. Fluff. Angst.
Song Prompt: I Won’t Back Down by Tom Petty
A/N: Written for Round 3 of @deanwanddamons ‘s Rock SPN Flash Fan Fic Challenge. Thank you for hosting this challenge again, Sian! I’m stoked that I’m finally submitting something, I totally missed the deadline for the last two rounds. Full disclosure: this is nowhere near the original idea I had, but I think at its core this honors the theme of the song. Let me know what you think!
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The sunlight filtered in through the smudged glass of the motel room window, splashing the white sheets in warmth. His hand lifted into the sunlight, calloused fingers moving through the beams in a slow contemplation. You lifted your hand to join his and soon those nimble fingers were caressing and playing with yours. Once your hands clasped, Dean moved them to wrap around your waist and pushed up to lean onto his elbow to stare down at you.
The golden beams now outlined his naked shoulder, his freckled face, and rumpled hair. He leaned down to press a kiss onto your lips and you hummed into his mouth, stretching your naked body into his so that soon the heat under the sheets wasn’t just from the morning sun.
“I want you to promise me something,” he whispered into your skin.
Nearly delirious with desire, you huffed and pulled back enough to look him in the eye.
“You’ve got timing, Winchester. Trying to tie me down when I would give you my first born…” you trailed off, eyes widening when you realized the words spewing from your mouth.
His eyes widened too, but the blooming grin promised nothing but mischief at your expense.
“I mean, if you want to give me your first born,” he began, but you were already rolling away from him. “We can start on that right now.”
“No, shut up, that’s not what I,” you cut yourself off on a groan and made to stand from the bed.
But Dean was quick to wrap an arm around your waist and yanked you back onto the mattress, it was a flurry of limbs and sheets, laughter and kisses. When finally, he had you pinned beneath him, legs astride yours, elbows by your arms, he brushed his nose along yours and hummed in content.
“Promise me you’ll keep living,” he voiced the thoughts that plagued him when he awoke. And kept his eyes shut as he did because he knew that if he looked into your eyes at that moment, he would lose his nerve and simply drop the whole matter. But he needed to know, now more than ever, that whatever happened to him, you would stay in this world alive and safe.
“No matter what happens to me, you don’t back down. You keep living. Can you promise me that?”
You wriggled your arm free and reached up to run your fingers through his hair.
“Dean, look at me, please.”
A shaky breath, but then he did. And it was as if your souls connected, eye to eye, heart to heart.
“I promise. If you promise to never give up. Come what may, Dean Winchester, you better fight tooth and nail to come back to me. Can you promise me that?”
His trepidation softened, eased away by the ferocity of your devotion.
“Yeah, I think I can do that,” he said with a growing smirk. He kissed you again and this time there were no more distractions.
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juniaships · 8 months
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My idea for Frozen 3
Which surprisingly acknowledges the second movie! Even though I dislike it, I'm not going to pretend it doesn't exist. Well, think of it as a Frozen 2.5 as it's more of a spin-off movie. Rhe story takes the magic mirror elements from the Snow Queen tale. Tw for Flashing Images
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Ominous green fire not included
The movie starts with Hans is still on punishment for his actions in the first movie. He's sick of shoveling horse crap and resents his station in life. One day his father offers him a deal: find a magic mirror and bring it back and he will reverse all charges. Maybe even upgrade his rank. Seeing it as a chance to finally prove his worth and get back at the people who wronged him, Hans eagerly accepts the deal.
He boards a ship set coursed to Westleton as a starting point. But one evening it gets caught in a cyclone and Hans is thrown overboard. Miraculously he lands on a deserted island. Turns out the island is inhabited by a beautiful woman named Kirsten. Her only companions is a female reindeer named Anders and a artic fox kit named Sian (pronounced shee-anne).
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To Hans's surprise Kirsten has the mirror he's looking for. So he puts on the charismatic Prince Charming act to try to trick her. But Kirsten is no Anna: she sees right through it and shuts him down! She already knows about Hans as she heard about what he did from the villagers she often stayed with. She decides to take him as her hostage.
Kirsten says she got the magic mirror from one of her great grandparents. Her family were far from royalty and couldn't make ends meet. One of her relatives stole a precious item from a powerful mage to exchange it for food. As a result they got the entire town cursed, which ultimately led her family's exile. She believes that by returning the mirror back to original place, she can end the curse. She could give it to Hans and pass the curse on to him but that would be taking the easy way out.
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While on the Island Hans and Kirsten try to get along. He's bitter over losing another chance to be a king and she is upset that she's pretty much stuck with the worse guy on Earth. Doesn't help they have to face obstacles such as like giant bugs; a river of lava that can only be crossed via a wonky bridge; and questionable berries.
Gradually the duo starts to get along particularly after Hans saves Kirsten's life. The journey also forces Hans to rely on strengths other than his manipulation.
During a heart to heart, Hans admit the reason why he's so obsessed with getting the mirror is to show up his family; as he was the youngest they blame him for the death of the Queen (who had died giving birth to him). Kirsten replies while that doesn't excuse taking it out on Arendelle, he was still a innocent baby who did not deserve to be treated that way. The honest talk pushes Hans to consider if it's actually worth it.
In Arendelle Hans brothers' are there, not really caring about the possibility of their brother dying. Anna and Kristoff are uneasy working with them but knows that Hans is a potential threat, unaware that he is changing for the better.
After getting to the other end of the island they make it to a coastal village and stowaway to Arendelle (how ironic). Hans is terrified so Kirsten disguises him as a sailor. By luck they arrived during a time of a festival so Kirsten decides to take a breather. Hans teaches her how to dance and Anders and Sian push for them to be a couple much to Kirtsen's amusement.
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After a day of jest Hans and Kirsten resume their quest and make it to the trolls. Grandfather Troll tell them about the hall of mirrors. The others trolls know that Hans is bullshitting with the disguise but Grandfather Troll senses that this is a necessary journey for Hans so they can't interfere.
The quartest go to an abandoned Cave (the mountains Elsa were in the first movie) which turns out to be the entrance to the Mage's house. That's where the ultimate test begins. Hans sees a reflection of himself at various points in his life, and the events that culminated in the monster he was in F1. Realizing he doesn't like what he sees Hans resolves to finally change his life and plans on telling his father the mirror is lost. Kirsten undergoes her own test as her "loner" mentality made her miserable and time with Hans made her regain her sense of trust and joy.
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Confronting their past selves they pass the test. But Just as Kirsten is about to return the mirror, Hans' brothers show up (having tracked them down) and take Sian and Anders hostage. To save Kirsten's life he takes the mirror and asks his brother to put her under house arrest. Kirsten is upset and tells him off, which hurts Hans.
Back in the Southern Isles Hans gives his father the mirror. With the item now in his possession the king starts making plans to invade the other nations in the fjord. Hans is given a new rank but cannot enjoy it as he's guilty for lying to Kirsten even if it was to save her life. Knowing his family's true intentions Hans decides to go to the last person to ask for help; Queen Anna.
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Hans surrenders himself to the Arendelle authorities and is brought before Anna. She's still angry over his actions. Hans pleads that this isn't about that anymore and he is ready to accept full responsibility. But his father is plotting to take over the entire realms, he has one of hus friends locked up, and he needs her and Elsa's help. Anna senses that the desperation is genuine and reluctantly helps him. She learns about Hans's special friend and skeptical over it.
Together with Honeymaren's tribe the heroes go to the Isles and confront the King. Hans sneaks to the tower and frees Kirsten. She punches him and about to do it again when Hans catches her and confesses he only said that to save her life. He has seen what kind of monster his father really is and no longer wants to put up with him. But first they need to stop him before he brings about a world war. Kirsten is relieved that Hans isn't lying, but she makes her grumpiness clear. During the fight they're arguing and accidentally let slip they like each other.
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The heroes end up playing keep away with the mirror but the king gets it and about to turn Kirsten to stone. In an intentional callback to the scene in F1, Hans jumps in the way and gets turned to stone. The king is unsympathetic that he turned one of his own kids to stone. Suddenly Sian bites him causing the mirror to fly out of his hands. Kirsten catches it and smashes it.
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The effects of the mirror ends. But Hans remains frozen. Heh. Touched by his sacrifice Kirsten weeps over his body. Then the ghost of the OG mage arrives, having witnessed Hans' sacrifice. Even though Kirsten's family stole the mirror, her determination to set things right and sacrificing her only chance at breaking the curse, made the Mage so impressed he takes pity on them. That, and Hans finally putting his life towards what's actually important.
Hans is restored and he and Kirsten embrace. Much to the shock of his family, Hans renounces his royal title and leaves for good. After the battle the nations in the region decide to cut the Southern Isles and arrest the King. The twelve brothers fight over the throne which eventually leads to the monarchy getting dissolved. Being replaced by a kinder more just Prime Minister.
While Anna and Hans' don't become friends they do become allies. Hans and Kirsten travels the world a bit more, focusing on helping people and Hans working to repair his reputation. Even meets her family (who live with Honeymaren's village). Shortly afterwards, Hans is working as an ice harvester and Kirsten is a writer and publishes stories based on her adventures.
An alternative version of the final battle is the king almost turns Hans into stone to punish him for his betrayal but Kirsten takes the blow instead. Hans realizes this is exactly what Elsa felt when Anna turned to stone. He fights his dad and gets the mirror and smashes it. He cries over Kirsten's, the act of true love cures her and the original owner of the mirror takes pity and heals her blah blah blah blah blah Yes it is cheesy. It's a fuckin disney princess movie let me have fun dammit!!
And later when Elsa sends a message that requires Arendelle, Hans and Kirsten decides to go as he wants to make it up to Elsa too.
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The story essentially is removing the metaphorical shard in Hans' eye and leading him to experience the world on his own terms and not just what his family expects. You don't have to help the people who ruined your life and doesn't care about you; but also redemption takes a lot of time and work. You might not always be forgiven but the results are truly worth it. Also learn to consider someone else's need and help people without expecting a reward all the time.
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Propaganda:
Sian and Yul: Sian was a high school girl terrified of boys and looked masculine, while Yul was a very pretty boy who got bullied for his looks. They seemed like an ideal match, but eventually he become possessive of her, down to locking her in a room with him overnight when she tried to break up with him. It got bad enough she repressed all her memories of him, which he takes advantage of by pretending to be a girl in order to re-enter her life.
Lin and Dosung: Lin is a Shut, a type of person who falls for one person and one person only. Too bad that Dosung, the boy she falls in love with, is a Destroy; essentially a psychopath with very violent tendencies. To complicate things, he’s the son of a Shut and a Destroy, and thus has both tendencies. In an attempt to protect her, he tries to keep her at arm’s length, but when a serial killer gets involved he can’t do that anymore. They end up married, but you can tell Dosung is terrified he might end up killing her one day.
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rizlowwritessortof · 2 years
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Sunshine
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This fic was written for @deanwanddamons Three’s a Crowd 3K Followers Challenge. My quote - “I mean, accidents just don’t happen accidentally” will be in bold. My trope - Opposites Attract (Rich girl/Blue collar Dean). And my Third Wheel - Parents (in this case a very snobbish disapproving mother). Sian, I hope I did your Sian Special justice! 😁
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2952
Warnings: Nothing but the usual smut
The awesome dividers are from the amazing @talesmaniac89​ 
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“Dean, you look like a stalker.”
Dean geared back in his chair, shooting his brother a disparaging look. “Just appreciating the scenery, Sammy. Unlike you who can’t tear their eyes away from that fascinating research.” His eyes wandered back to the girl in line at the window for coffee, the breeze stirring her hair and the skirt of her sun dress. “How can you not notice her? She’s a beauty, and she looks like a classy chick.”
Sam snorted. “Yeah, classy chicks always go for guys like us.”
Dean smirked, looking at Sam with challenge in his eyes. “So you don’t think she’d be interested in me?”
“No way. Looks like a little rich girl, and I bet that’s her mom with her, in the Jackie O suit, all that’s missing is the pillbox hat. She’d shoot you down before you even got close to her daughter.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, we’ll see about that.” Dean rose to his feet, turning after a step to look back and shake his head. “By the way, nice fashion assessment, Samantha.”
“Shut up,” Sam fired back, bitch face aimed at Dean’s back as his brother’s bow-legged stride carried him closer to his target.
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You waited patiently at the counter for your coffee order and your mother’s cup of tea to be finished. It was a gorgeous spring day, the sun warm on your shoulders, and you watched, trying not to roll your eyes as your mother pulled a tissue from her purse and disdainfully brushed at some invisible thing on her chair. She hadn’t wanted to stop at an outdoor coffee spot, but you loved to sit outside and enjoy coffee here. She’d live. Your mother needed to loosen up.
You shook your head, watching her gingerly perch herself on her chair, and you couldn’t help smiling. Not that you didn’t love her, but you were glad you had moved far enough away that you didn’t have to be under her scrutiny every day. The barista came to the window with your order, and you payed them, leaving a generous tip. You turned, coffee in one hand and your mother’s tea in the other, and collided with a tall man, gasping as both drinks hit the pavement, splashing all over the previously pristine white of your dress and the denim he was wearing.
“Oh, damn, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”  You stood there, mouth open, eyes slowly scanning upwards as he spoke.
Your gaze made its way over his solid chest and broad shoulders, finally reaching his face. Your brain nudged you to close your mouth, and you did, finally nodding and forcing words out. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine.” My God, he was a stunning man – perfect hair, sexy lips, long-lashed eyes that were a stunning shade of green.
“I’m really sorry. Tripped over my own feet. Let me buy you some more coffee.” He grabbed a handful of napkins from the counter, bending to dab a little at your skirt, handing them to you as you reached for them. “I’ll pay for your cleaning bill. Sure you’re okay?”
You managed to smile up at him, and his eyes lit up. “I’m good, I promise. Nothing that can’t be fixed.”
You returned to the counter together, reordering your drinks, and Dean paid, offering to bring them to your table. Your mother watched, her expression tight and disapproving, as you approached. “Mom, this is Dean. We had a little collision and he gallantly offered to buy our drinks.”
Dean placed your mother’s tea in front of her, nodding towards her as he spoke. “Ma’am. Nice to meet you. Sorry for the trouble. I’ll pay for the cleaning bill.”
You sat down, thanking him as he set your coffee on the table. “Thank you, it’s really not necessary. It was an accident.”
“No, I insist. I can – meet you back here in the morning? I don’t have any cash on me today, but I’ll still be around tomorrow, if that works?”
You deliberately ignored your mother’s glare as you answered. “All right, I can meet you here, around 9? I come here for coffee most days, anyway.” You smiled up at him and he returned the favor, nodding in agreement.
“9 it is! See you then.” With another nod to your mother, he turned to walk away, and you happily watched, finally turning back to your mother’s reproachful stare.
“Mom. Please stop. He feels bad about what happened and he’s trying to be nice.”
She cleared her throat and picked up her tea, taking a sip before speaking. “He seems rather disreputable.”
You rolled your eyes in response. “Mother, anyone not in you and Daddy’s club seems ‘disreputable’ to you. I think he seems very nice.”
“I am concerned about you, living in the middle of this city, being influenced by all the – eccentric types who live in this neighborhood. You should have gone back to school like we wanted, gotten your masters degree instead of this job of yours. You should be dating a suitable boy by now, thinking about your future. Instead, you’re wasting your time exploring and absorbing all sorts of God knows what kind of ideas, and by the time you realize we were right all along, it may be too late. We would like you to come home.”
“That’s not going to happen, Mother. You and Daddy need to accept that and accept that I’m living my life the way I want to, not the way you have tried to dictate. And don’t threaten me about my trust fund, I don’t want to hear it. Just drink your tea and let’s try to enjoy our day.”
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Sam looked up as Dean approached their table with a grin. “Guess who’s meeting little rich girl here tomorrow morning?”
His younger brother shook his head with a wry smile. “Yeah. Very smooth, Dean.” He stood, grabbing his laptop to head towards the parking lot, and Dean swatted him on the shoulder as he walked beside him.
“Takes planning. I mean, accidents just don’t happen accidentally, Sammy.”
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Dean arrived a little early the next morning, settling in with his Americano and his phone. He wanted to be there when you showed up, watch you walk into the seating area, take in your presence, enjoy it all before he approached you. Hopefully you’d show up without your mom. She was definitely not a fan.
When you came around the corner, he almost choked on his coffee. You were wearing a flowered halter dress, your toes tipped in red to match, your eyes shining as you said something to – unfortunately – your mother. You walked directly to the counter, and he debated, then headed your way.
“Morning, sunshine,” he said quietly, bending close to your ear, and you turned to him with a smile.
“Dean! Good morning! Looks like you beat us here. We just couldn’t get going this morning.”
You put a hand on Dean’s arm as you talked, not mentioning the fact that the reason you were almost late was that your mother had argued with you for over an hour about coming at all. You had finally put your foot down and told her you were going, but she insisted that if you were meeting this ‘shady character,’ then she was going to be there.
Your drinks were ready, so you paid the barista and handed your mother’s tea to her with a pointed stare. “Please just go sit, Mother, I’ll be there in a minute.” Obviously displeased, she took the cup from your hand and went to the same table you had occupied the day before, disapproval clear even though not a word was spoken. “Sorry about that. She has very antiquated ideas about – well, about everything. Including letting her daughter lead her own life. You’d think I was 16 years old.”
Dean laughed softly. “I get it. She’s just trying to protect you. Gotta admit, though, I was hoping you’d show up without her today.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out some folded bills. “Here. For the cleaning. Like I promised.”
“Dean, really, you don’t…” You stopped as he shook his head and pushed the money back towards you. “All right, if it makes you feel better. But it’s really not necessary.”
“I think it is. Anyway – it was really nice meeting you. Maybe someday I’ll come this way again and find you here.”
“Maybe…” You looked up through your lashes at him. “Or maybe you can meet me, say – in one hour? The bookstore on the corner. In the basement. I’ll put my mother in the reading lounge with a cup of tea and then I’ll meet you down there. If you want.”
A slow smile curved his lips, his eyes warm. “Oh, I’ll be there, sunshine.”
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About 45 minutes later, Dean entered the book store, wandering until he found a sign reading ‘Vintage Books’ pointing the way to the stairs. The basement was huge, filled with bookshelves, tables and bins full of used books, grouped by genre. Dean smirked to himself, thinking how much Sammy would love this place.
There was no one down there, so Dean walked around, picking up a book here and there, killing time. He had made his way to the far corner of the room, engrossed in reading the back of a book, when you walked up beside him. “Figures I’d find you in this section,” you teased, and he grinned, glancing at the sign – ‘Erotica.’
“Huh. Thought this was the ‘Historical’ section,” he responded with a grin, and you laughed softly.
“Right. Of course you did.” He replaced the book on the shelf and turned towards you, his eyes moving over your features, waiting. The room suddenly seemed airless, and you moved a step closer, stretching up to kiss his lips, soft and tentative. When you stopped, looking up at him, his tongue darted out over his bottom lip before he put his hands on your upper arms and pulled you close, his lips sealing over yours in a searing kiss that sent your pulse racing, heat flushing through your body. When your tongues began to mingle, you raised your arms to clasp around his neck, his large hands guiding you, moving you until your back was against the bookcase as his body pressed close. He was a solid mass of muscle, working man’s muscle, smooth and taut and powerful, and being pinned by him like that sent an electric zing right to your clit, making you moan.
He finally lifted his head, both of you panting for air. You looked into his lust-darkened eyes for a moment before putting your hand on his chest and pushing lightly. He took a step back and watched as you reached behind your neck and untied your halter dress, bringing the ties forward and letting the floral fabric fall to your waist, baring your breasts. Dean’s jaw clenched as his eyes devoured you, and then he looked into your eyes, waiting for your slight smile to tell him it was okay to continue.
He ran calloused fingers over your soft curves, staring almost reverently, before cupping them in his hands. You gripped the shelf behind you as he strummed his fingers over your nipples, watching them stiffen into hard little nubs. Your head hit the bookshelf behind you with a thump as he took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue teasing, flicking, lapping at you until you felt dizzy. The throbbing ache between your thighs intensified as he began to suck gently, and you blushed at the sounds forcing their way from between your lips.
He finally pulled back, blowing over the spit-slick bud, making it tighten even more. “Fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, then moved to the other side, and you whined, your fingers gripping his hair.
“Dean, ohmygod,” you whispered, and you could feel his lips curve into a smile as he continued to tease at your nipple, his hands gripping your waist. He nibbled at the peak, and the almost-painful throb in your pussy was more than you could take. “Please… Dean, please. I need…”
He pulled off your breast with a soft pop, raising up to his full height. “What do you need, sweetheart? I’m more than happy to help.” His beautiful green eyes were almost black with want, but he was going to make you ask before he went any further.
“Need you… inside me. Fuck me, Dean, please,” you begged, and he clenched his teeth, pulling in a hissing breath as your hand found the aching bulge in his jeans. “Please.”
He nodded, and the expression on his face made you clench around nothing, almost desperate now for him. He pulled a condom from his pocket, tearing it open with his teeth and then fumbling with his button and zipper, sighing in relief as his cock was finally freed from its confines. He shoved his clothes down far enough to free himself, rolling the condom on as you watched, wide-eyed and wanting.
Dean pulled at the skirt of your sun dress, lifting it out of his way as his fingers stroked up your inner thigh. You moved your legs apart, reveling in his surprised moan at finding no underwear barring his way. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he said, his large hand kneading at your pussy, your hips pushing into his touch.
“Took them off before I came down,” you whispered, then gasped as he slipped two fingers inside you, his thumb swirling around your swollen clit. He found your sweet spot in no time, and had you trembling and on the edge so fast your head was spinning. He pulled his fingers free, leaving you panting and clutching at the bookshelves until your knuckles were white. “Please. Dean, please!”
He leaned in to kiss you, stealing what little breath you had left, his hands moving around to the back of your thighs to lift you, letting you wrap your legs around his hips. “Hold on, baby,” he ground out, waiting until you were clinging to his neck before moving a hand down between you, angling his cock to your entrance and pushing in slowly.
There was a silent, quivering space of time as he held you, waiting for your trembling body to adjust, the sensation almost overwhelming. When he felt you begin to relax against him, he gripped you tight and pulled back slightly, then drove up into you, groaning, “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so damn good.”
He continued to move slowly, and you clutched his shoulders, leaning in to breathe, “Fuck me, Dean,” into his ear. The moan that you got in response made your cunt squeeze around him, and with a soft growl he began driving into you, your body braced against the bookcase behind you, your legs clamped around his hips. He was punching breathless cries from you with every thrust, and you could only hope that no one else had come downstairs, because the blissful tension in your body was building to the point of oblivion. “Dean… aaahhh… I can’t…”
“Come for me, sweetheart, just let go. Squeeze that pretty cunt around my cock, come on…” His rhythm was faltering, his voice desperate. He buried himself deep inside you, holding himself there as he shoved his hand between you to rub rough fingers over your clit, and you bit your lips to smother the scream trying to escape from your throat as you came. Dean began to move again, his head buried in your shoulder, pistoning into you hard and fast as he worked you through your orgasm and reached his, bucking against you as his balls drew up tight and he exploded.
The throbbing of his cock inside you sent another wave of heat through you, and you clung to Dean with all your strength, your body shaking. He raised his head, looking into your eyes for a moment before kissing you, slow and deep, until you quieted. Then he took a step back, his hands on your waist as he lifted you slightly, pulling himself free and sending a shudder through you.
He set you on your feet, supporting you until he was sure you were steady, a soft smile on his face. He moved away for a moment, grabbing a tissue from a nearby desk and disposing of the condom, putting himself back together before coming back, a wistful look in his eyes. “I wish we had more time.”
You smiled back, your eyes closing for a moment as he bent to place a gentle kiss to each nipple before pulling your dress back up and tying the knot behind your neck. “Thank you,” you whispered.
He put a hand to your face, that same tender look on his face. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Glad I – um – ran into you.”
You laughed quietly. “Me, too. Maybe sometime you’ll be back this way when my mother isn’t here. Maybe we could run into each other again.”
Dean grinned. “That’d be nice.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to her. “Put your number in. Next time I make it this way I’ll give you a call.”
You did as he asked, then stepped close and stretched up for a kiss. “Maybe we’ll go for coffee.”
“Maybe we’ll do a lot of things.” He kissed you again, cupping your breast and squeezing gently.
After the long, lingering kiss, you stepped back reluctantly. “I’d better go. She’ll be getting impatient.” You reach for his hand. “Take care of yourself, Dean.”
“You, too, sweetheart.” He watched you as you left, then looked at his phone, smiling as he saw your number and the name next to it – ‘Sunshine.’
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thedreadvampy · 1 year
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New year!
2022 continued the pattern set since 2016 of the world getting precipitously worse at the same time my personal life gets vastly better. World's on fire, economy fucked, Tories killing thousands through poverty and austerity, whatever the fuck is going on with the UK government trying to shut down the gender recognition reform bill and having successfully shut down Indyref2 in the courts, winter of discontent 2.0, etc etc. several of my loved ones are dealing with long term medical issues that aren't getting treated because the NHS is straight up in shreds, and people around me are very very stressed.
But like. In 2022 I've settled into a job I like (and which pays me Disposable Income Money), I've started a really positive new relationship, I'm no longer in any long distance things since Kofi moved up at the end of 2021. I am feeling more like. Baseline secure in my life than I ever have really, I'm getting to a place where I have friends I know I can trust, I have relationships I know I can communicate in, I have bad days for sure but I don't have the constant low level panic and misery that I'm used to 24/7.
I'm not doing new years resolutions, I usually don't, but my 2023 hopes are:
I hope this year brings less misery than the last few for the world (unlikely) and, if things continue to worsen, I hope strikes and protests continue to build
I hope that before my boss goes on mat leave in spring we will have got enough interest in the union for me to hand over the work I'm doing in it and move up to management without it losing momentum
I hope PT helps me keep building strength and I keep enjoying it
I hope I will be a good friend to my friends and a good partner to my partners
I hope I will make the time to go and see friends and family I've not visited in too long (Sam, Sian, Courtney, Ray, Sally)
I hope I'll continue the ridiculously positive personal trajectory I'm on in terms of healing and happiness
I turn 30 this year as well so you know. Gonna try and make it a good one.
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criminol · 1 year
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The Murder of Sian Kingi
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Sian Kingi was a 12-year-old schoolgirl girl living in New Zealand. She was described as a happy, sweet and kind girl who loved animals.
On 27th November 1987, Sian was seen riding her bicycle home from a shopping trip. When Sian failed to return home, her parents went out searching for her and, after finding her bicycle abandoned in the park, reported her missing to the police.
Six days later Sian’s body was found, still dressed in her school uniform, near a creek. She had been stabbed 12 times in the chest and her throat had been slit, she had also been violently raped.
Attention soon turned to a white car seen near the park Sian’s bicycle was found in, the car was traced to Valmae Beck. Beck and her husband, Barrie Watts, had been married about a year and were on bail. Both had lengthly criminal records. The couple were charged with Sian’s abduction, rape and murder. Beck explained how she had lured Sian towards Watts, asking her to help look for a lost dog while Watts snuck up behind Sian and forced her into his car and taping her mouth shut. Beck claimed she had done this for Watts to satisfy his sexual fantasies and that they had ‘grabbed’ her from the park. The couple had attempted to kidnap several young women in the weeks leading up to the attack on Sian but all had escaped. A secret recording of the couple speaking in prison revealed Watts expressing ‘I’d like to do it again.’
Beck pleaded guilty to abduction and rape, but not murder. Watts pleaded not guilty to all charges. Both Beck and Watts were found guilty of all three charges and given life sentences. In 2007, in an unsuccessful attempt to gain parole, Watts confessed to Sian’s murder.
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𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘵. 𝘬𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 (jonghun + sian)
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'no insult but whenever you fill out the question of why you wanted to become a dancer just with “because i like it”, i’m pretty sure it’s a lie.’ sian looked at the dull interview questions, sometimes dance magazines reached out to dance groups pretending they were interested in the people who gave their all behind the stars. there was a short smile on his lips, indicating that he wasn’t going into details: ‘agency doesn’t like dramatic stories, i’ll give you the short version. two boys, one’s too small to recall the face of the older. there are yells and crackling glass in the background but the older boy’s smiling, he takes his CD player and headphone and tells him just to enjoy the music, to dance along and by the end of the song, it would be quiet and he would make him something to eat.’ sian always thought it was the comfort music game to him that made him want to dance and it was true but if not for his brother who used it to keep him safe from the fights of their parents, would he be here today, the way he was? ‘anyway, what’s up with your version? not that much thrilling either,’ he teased and shut the door to memories once more. 
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johnny-and-dora · 9 months
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ALSO love love love afterparty season 2 so far but i miss ben schwartz so bad can we not just cut to yasper organising a musical number in jail as a treat for me
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hanleiaquotes · 2 years
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Razor’s Edge | Martha Wells | 2013 | Legends Universe
Part 76
“Luke, listen.” She threw a glance back. The droids were trying to advance on the cargo containers, their attention focused on the people shooting at them. “We need the Falcon to land and pick up Han and some others. There are empty docking bays right above their position. It’s next to the spot Han had you fire on.”
“We’re on it,” Luke answered firmly. “We’ll be right there.”
Han broke into the conversation. “Stop worrying about us and get out of here, sweetheart!”
Leia could hear blasterfire and Sian cursing in the background. She said, “Shut up and keep shooting droids!”
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bdbdhdjdhdh · 1 year
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Xiao An's Character Introduction: Wo hao xiang zhen de chi cuo yao le," (我好像真的吃错药了)
"OI NI XIA AH? CANNOT SEE I CHOPE THIS SEAT LIAO AH?" "WHAT, YOU THINK YOUR GRANDFATHER HOUSE AH? YOU SUGA SUGA PUT ALSO CAN AH?" "KUA SIMI KUA?" (看什么看?)"EH BUEY SONG AH?"(不爽啊?)"ORHHH YAO DA JIA AH?" (要打架啊?)"AH, DA JIA JIU DA LAH! SHEI PA SHEI!" (打就打啦!谁怕谁?)*angmoh who can't understand singlish* "Ong what a heated and active conversation they're having!"
(also read the angmoh lines in the spoiled brat voice)
"Wah, sian leh. Today cher give so much homework,"
*angmoh spoiled annoying classmate*
"OMG did you just call the teacher a fat pig? OMG I feel so offended! I'm gonna go tell the teacher!"
"Wah chao ni ma de lah, today I not good mood ok, don't bother me!"
"OMG! Did you just assume I care about your opinions? I'm offended, I am sooo gonna tell the teacher!"
"WAH NI KUA SIMI KUA? HUH? BUAY SONG AH? YAO DA JIA AH?" (看什么看? 不爽啊?要打架啊?‘’)
"Well, I should say this, but I don't understand your dialects, or Singlish or whatever, so you should just shut up and listen to the one I can understand,"
"WAH WA KAN NI NA DE AH! CHAO NI MA DE CHOU CIBAI! NI BUAY SONG YAO DA JIA JIU DA LAH, SHEI PA SHEI!" (要打就打,谁怕谁?‘’)
"Ok, I think I heard... yeah I can't understand that but I should think that you're bathing in ny awe and glory right now and you're trying to have a heated conversation with me am I right?"
"LANJIAO LAH CHAO NI MA DE DE CIBAI!" (I think ya'll know this one)
"Ugh, who cares what you're saying anyway? Fuck your mom, who cares?"
"Whooo... deep breaths, lengjing xian, ok... KAN NI NA DE! Multiply your number of bitches by zero!"
"OMG, you think I care- WAIT-"
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regard-luxury · 1 year
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Lamborghini Countach 2022  Review And Worth
After a year of intensive improvement work, the primary Countach prototype, designated LP500, was shown to the general public on the 1971 Geneva Motor Show. Subsequently, the Lamborghini engineering staff spent three years refining this radical prototype into the production-ready LP400 Countach, which debuted in 1974. The production is just limited to 112 items, the quantity denotes the ‘LP 112’ internal project name used in the course of the unique Lamborghini Countach’s development.
First showing on Gandini's 1968 Alfa Romeo Carabo concept automotive, they connected to the automobile structure on the entrance of the door utilizing horizontal hinges, in order that they lifted up and tilted forward when opened. The mechanism was assisted by gasoline struts, which supported the weight of the doorways and smoothed the opening and shutting motion. Gandini incorporated this door design as both a styling gesture and to facilitate entry. The automotive's extensive chassis and excessive and extensive doorsills made entry utilizing standard doorways tough in slender areas. Conversely, care wanted to be taken in opening the scissor doorways beneath low ceilings. Due to poor rearward visibility and the wide sills, many Countach drivers park by opening the door, sitting on the sill, and reversing into the parking spot while wanting over the back of the automobile from exterior.
Another innovation was the inclusion of an on-board diagnostic system that displayed the status of the car's individual subsystems superimposed on a schematic view of the complete car, positioned on the dashboard to the motive force's left. Due to the poor rearward visibility inherent within the Countach design, a periscope was built-in into the passenger compartment roof, as a substitute of a standard rear-view mirror. This periscope system was obtained from Donnelly Mirrors, who had first developed it for an ESV project. Gandini also used a single-spoke steering wheel and deeply recessed bucket seats, which shared a stylised motif of segmented blocks. The low seating position, distinguished transmission tunnel and broad door sills all contributed to the sensation of being inside a race automobile cockpit. The final define is pure and uncluttered, with references to the first LP 500 and LP 400 production model.
The reborn Countach, now with throwback seems, normal hybrid tech, and a naturally aspirated 6.5-liter V-12. Of course, that's just the bottom worth, we count on the ultimate 2022 lamborghini countach determine will significantly fluctuate from customer to customer because of Lamborghini's extensive record of features and bespoke options.
This just isn't a sort of vehicles that have been manufactured to compete with any other supercar. Lamborghini resurrects the Countach name and likeness for the 2022 model yr. While it's 2022 lamborghini countach a homologation of the brand's other hypercars, it is a surprisingly faithful recreation of the original. It'll even be bought in very limited quantities, much like the wildly styled Sian.
Besides the carbon-fiber monocoque, it also makes use of the identical mild-hybrid V12 powerhouse with a barely decreased mixed output of 803 hp (599 kW / 814 PS) transmitted to all four wheels – therefore the 800 and the four in its name. Despite the fact that my private Countach is a later 5000QV model, with fender flares and an enormous wing, in my view, Lamborghini's greatest work has at all times come within the form of clean-sheet supercars. Each was a completely new product, not based on any previous architecture. This variant is typically known as the 5000 S in some markets, which can trigger confusion with the later 5000 QV. His design for the Countach's predecessor, the Miura, achieved industrial success and critical acclaim from the automotive press when it was launched in March 1966.
The Lamborghini Countach 2022, in easy words, is the interpretation of excellence from front to back. The general form, though it's model new, Countach one means or the other still mimics the unique Countach. The carbon-ceramic brakes are so powerful that they will slow the automobile from sixty two miles per hour of velocity to 0 in nearly ninety eight toes. If you keep the dry weight of the automobile in mind, which is 3,516 kilos, this efficiency could be very spectacular. The curb to curb turning radius of Lamborghini Countach 2022 is underneath simply 38-feet, due to its 4-wheel steering system. The Lamborghini Countach engine is electrically assisted, and it includes a 6.5 liter V12.
The Lamborghini Countach LPI develops the characteristic strains of the Countach’s five fashions over almost 20 years, concentrated into the purest realization of iconic automotive design. Beneath the Countach's retro chassis, manufactured from light-weight carbon fiber, is a modern powertrain. Lamborghini’s Product Safety Committee voted on November 10 to launch a proactive recall for the Countach in each world market, together with the nine examples sold within the United States. Lamborghini will attain 2022 lamborghini countach out to house owners beginning on January 13 and will ask them to return their vehicles to the vendor for inspection. The progressive hybrid system, comprising a supercapacitor and a 34 CV electric motor, weighs just 34 kg and delivers a power-to-weight ratio of simply 1kg/CV for the electrical system. This provides a combined power of 814 CV and permits speeds of greater than 350 km/h .
The Lamborghini Countach top speed is 220 mph, and it comes with energetic pushrod magnetorheological rear and entrance suspension together with horizontal springs and dampers. In order to give you the old contact, it additionally flaunts hydraulic energy steering. The 2022 Lamborghini Countach LPI is the recreation of the long-lasting design of the unique Countach for the trendy audience. It’s a nostalgia bomb that additionally offers modern options and a powerful engine. Lamborghini introduced a km/h (0-62 mph) acceleration in 2.eight seconds, km/h (0-125 mph) in eight.6 seconds and a high pace of 355 km/h. This makes the Countach LPI equally fast with each theSián FKP 37and the non-hybrid Aventador LP780-4 Ultimae, though the mild-hybrid technology might deliver an advantage to in-gear acceleration.
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bestmayatours · 1 year
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Yucatan has so much to provide if you choose the right tour company.
The Yucatán Peninsula has an unquestionably rich history and something more than beaches. You can stroll among old remnants, become lost in the wildernesses of Sian Ka’an and experience the area’s dynamic culture and food. With the assistance of our experience, we have assembled a rundown of the top activities that you need to undertake during a private Yucatan highlights tour.
Things to endeavor in the Yucatán Peninsula
Regardless of whether you have a few weeks or months to spend here, there are a lot of experiences to be had around here in southern Mexico. The following are our top picks.
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Absorb the way of life in Mérida
A rambling city with loads of appeal, there are such countless fun activities in Mérida, you could remain involved for quite a long time exploring every one of the delightful shops and squares.
On Sunday mornings, the city truly becomes lively. The midtown roads shut down for marches of cyclists, and the streets around the Plaza Grande are full of crafts markets, food sellers, bandshells, and crowds of local people enjoying their weekend.
To finish off the evening, the enormous road of Paseo de Montejo holds an evening of social exhibitions and music from around the country for FREE on Sunday evenings.
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Lose yourself amongst antiquated remnants
Known as the most developed civilization in old Mesoamerica, the Mayans were the first occupants of the place we know as southern Mexico and Central America. Today many Mayan ruins are dissipated all through the Yucatán and open to people in general for exploration.
Exploring ruins is presumably perhaps the most popular thing to do in the Yucatán region outside of visiting beaches, so attempt to arrive early and be ready for swarms.
Take a plunge in a cenote
All through the Yucatán, there are many regular freshwater sinkholes known as cenotes. Their enchanting aura will catch you from the second you initially look at one. It is straightforward why the Mayans accepted cenotes to be sacrosanct.
You can find cenotes dissipated all around the region open to the general population for swimming, scuba, and freediving. It is probably the best thing to do in Yucatán, so you will not wish to pass up on an opportunity to explore one of these cenotes.
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Visit Chichen Itza
Likely the most notable, and in light of current circumstances, is Chichén Itzá, a UNESCO World Heritage Site and one of the Seven New Wonders of the World.
Meander through this old city, and you will undoubtedly start to see the value in the complexity of the Maya individuals that once lived there. Unfortunately, you will need to arrive right on time as the site becomes exceptionally busy with sightseers, and there is almost no shade to shield you from the late morning heat.
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Assuming you would like to visit the remnants with an aide, you can enlist one at the entry as there will be various aides hanging tight for work. Moreover, you should have no issues buying souvenirs as the whole site has many merchants selling a broad scope of things.
If you wish to enjoy such a trip to Yucatán, contact Best Maya Tours. Reach them at +52 55 44 98 51 84 to discuss your travel plan.
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