#bryan mills x reader

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Confessions {Qui-Gon Jinn x Reader}

approx. 1,000 words

Summary: You and Anakin blow off some steam by getting drunk together. When you return back for the night you are greeted by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Kenobi who insist you get to bed. As Qui-Gon prepares you to sleep, he hears your drunken confessions; of love and insecurities.

Warnings: F! reader, insecurities, drunkenness, (Anakin and reader are in their 20s), reader and Anakin are platonic, angst, 18+

As you return back to the grounds from your impulsive bar hopping with Anakin, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are the first people you see. Disappointment is clearly written all over their faces, since two of their best Jedis are coming home past curfew and three sheets to the wind.

"sshhhh Ani, someone could hear us," you giggle out whisper yelling as he trips over his feet like a new born giraffe.

"Sorry, which way do we go," he asked with a tilted head, not sure if he could recognize the corridors in the dark.

"This way, follow m-" you started as you turned left but were cut off by the strong chest of Master Qui-Gon who was just around the corner.

Behind Qui-Gon was Obi-Wan, who could not hold back his giddiness. He wasn't angry at your antics. He loved that you and Anakin were acting like normal young people but had to put on a poker face for Qui-Gon as he handed down punishments.

Your cheeks were flush, scarlet with embarrassment for getting caught by someone you respected so highly. You were always trying to please Qui-Gon. It was an unspoken truth that you were his favorite padawan; because of your discipline in learning the ways of the force and in the longing glances you both exchanged over the past many months.

Qui-Gon's piercing gaze fixes on Anakin, and then shifts to you, his brow furrowing as he detects something beneath the surface. He knew that bar hopping wasn't your idea. Anakin was corrupting the sweet girl beside him, and Qui-Gon was not going to stand for it.

"Anakin, Obi-Wan will escort you back to your quarters," Qui-Gon ordered, putting an end to the night's activities. "And you," he turned and lowered his gaze to your sheepish figure, "come with me."

You nod in comply and Qui-Gon gently takes you by the hands, leading you to your bedroom. Yawning the whole way there, Qui-Gon's anger fades into protectiveness, just wanting to make sure you don't hurt yourself and sleep off as much as you can of what will be a massive hangover.

He shuts the door quietly, as to not startle you with any loud sounds and sees you struggling to remove your tunic. Your arms are stuck three quarters of the way out and the twisting of your shoulders isn't making the fabric roll up your back as you hoped it would.

"hhmph! Qui, could you help me, pretty pleasssssse," you slur out to him for assistance. He doesn't want to risk any impropriety but seeing you struggle was enough to throw all of the norms out the window.

"Relax your arms," he said, reaching for the hem of the shirt to pull over your head. Free from the straight jacket tunic, you stood before him in your lilac lace bra.

He let out a shallow breath as he looked down at you, remarking to himself how soft and cuddly your skin appears to be, and the way the lace of the bra seems to be painted on your breasts, fitting perfectly to the swell of your chest.

In no time flat you have removed your bottoms and exposed you cheeky bum to him, clad in lilac panties, matching your bra.

Oblivious to the tension of the situation, since your mentor is a foot away from your practically naked form you ask, "would you tuck me in?"

He nods, and follows you to the edge of the bed. He watches you cuddle into the silky soft sheets and nuzzle up to your pillow. Qui-Gon loosely drapes the blanket around your form and shift to get up as you reach for his wrist.

"Is there something else you need of me?" he asked, thinking you would ask for another blanket or for a glass of water.

You hesitate, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over you. "Can you… stay? Just for a little while? Just to talk?"

"What is it you would like to talk about?" he inquired, knowing you already confide in him as a mentor for your Jedi training. For some reason he could sense that this would be a different kind of conversation.

"Qui-Gon?" you say barely a whisper.

"Yes?" he replies, his gaze fixed on you with unwavering attention.

"Am… am I pretty?" you ask, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"What?" Qui-Gon's brow furrows in confusion. "Of course, you are," he says, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "You are beautiful, both inside and out."

Tears fell at the corners of your eyes as Qui-Gon's words wash over you, colliding with some of the negative feelings of your own body's image in your mind. The alcohol had gotten the best of your emotions.

"Then why… why don't boys like me?" you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "I mean, I try to be nice and friendly but no body seems to look at me. Like I train, and I train, and I train but I am still soft and nervous around people. I feel like this is a never ending cycle of disappointment. I'm too ugly for my own good."

You end your rant with a heavy heart and a long silent pause. You slowly lift your head from where it is on your pillow to see if Qui-Gon left. Instead, his gaze meets yours with a flicker of angry passing through his eyes.

"They are complete fools," he said passionately. "They fail to see you for your truest form. You tower over them in intellection, and float by them with elegance and grace."

"But Qui-" you sit up and raise your hand to stop him but he continues.

"No, you should never feel less than because these dumb boys don't see what I see in you."

For the first time in a long while, you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, you are worthy of love.

"I'm sorry for getting so worked up. Its time to rest now," he says, settling in next to you in bed, sat up, and rubbing your back soothingly over the covers.

You welcome the feeling of his hands and of his warmth radiating over the entire bed.

"Thank you," you whisper to him as you drift of to sleep.

Of course, starlight. I want you to feel loved. I will always be here for you.

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~Part I , Part II~

'The Very First Night: Part III' Angelo Parker (Jeff) x fem!reader

gif: @junglehooks

^james seems to be growing more and more suspicious about his best friend's behavior^

-Wheeler Yuta (James) and i tossed julia hart in there - I/N - instagram name -CW: mentions of smoking

3rd Person POV

After the match, Y/N decided to change and she made her way to her truck. She got that little pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment and lit up, "Since when do you smoke?" James' voice scared her a bit. "Fucking hell. It's an occasional thing; I'm not proud of it but-" He got in the passenger seat and looked at her. He wasn't stupid, he knew something was on her mind. "What the hell happened between you and Parker in the ring? The way he looked at you? The way you looked at him?!" "James, I don't know. Those guys are unpredictable. I guess I reacted like that because I was caught off guard. They may be scum, but I doubt he would've hurt me." She took a drag from the little cancer stick and looked to see if he bought the answer. Before he could press the issue any further, "Alright kids, Y/N, what's this diner you went to?" "Two Whales. I'll call Joyce and tell her she's got five coming. Don't worry Bryan, there's stuff for you. They made menu additions after an influx of tourists." Or to tell her not to bring up her little secret. She got out of the truck to make the call as the rest of the guys piled in. "Hey honey." "Hey Joyce, you guys got room for five?" "Of course Y/N. Does one of them happen to be that Jeff guy?" "No, uh, could you actually do me a solid and not mention him? It's kind of a secret. Say I was with an old friend from high school." "I don't like that sneaking around game; but I'll go with it. We will discuss it before you leave on Sunday." Y/N put the cigarette out, "Yes, mother. See you soon." Bryan decided to ask as she got back in the truck "Why are there no seatbelts?" "Because I normally never had more than two other people in this truck."

"There they are!" "Boys, this is Joyce. Joyce, this is Jon, Bryan, Claudio, and James." Y/N introduced as she pointed to each man. "Yes, the Blackpool Combat Club. I hope my Y/N hasn't been too much trouble for you." "Is this your mother?" Claudio asked. "Like one, but no. Her daughter is one of my closest friends." "Why don't you bring them to your booth and I'll get some menus." She nodded and motioned for them to follow her. As they walked past, a few of the older truckers and bikers whistled at her. Jon was about to say something to him when she stepped in "Can it, Mark." She spat. "I don't need these guys to put you in your place; I did it all throughout high school, and I'll do it again." They all sat in the booth and Joyce came over with menus. "Y/N L/N; always biting the heads off these old guys. Never backing down from a fight." She looked at James, who was sat next to her, "You were out there with her tonight, correct?" He smiled "Yes ma'am. You watched the show?" "Baby, any friend of my Y/N is a friend of mine; you all call me Joyce. Of course I did. I had to watch her keep that belt." Once everyone had decided on what they wanted, Joyce took it down and went to the counter. The four of them had been looking at all the vandalism on the table and leather seats that Y/N got to check her phone for the first time. Messages from her friends, social media but two things stood out;

J🤫 - we need to talk

Instagram: theangeloparker tagged you in their story

She texted him back that they would talk when she got to the hotel, but the Instagram thing had to wait. She was pulled out of her phone when Jon asked "This town seems kinda, quiet. How did you get to be so rowdy?" "You have to know the right places. The old mill by the railroad and junkyard held many bonfire parties and concerts. Where I got some of my scars, at that mill." She pulled the neck of her shirt to show the scar on her shoulder, "Went to see Firewalk in 2010, some prick gashed me with a broken beer bottle." "Pretty gnarly. Hate to see what you did to him." James joked. They had been eating for a while when Joyce came over with a camera, "Mind if I get a photo for our board?" All five agreed and Joyce snapped with the polaroid camera; something the girls gave her for mother's day one year.

The group finished eating and Y/N sent the guys to the truck so she could talk to Joyce. "I hope you aren't staying behind to try and pay. Hometown hero and company eat free. Or is there something else?" Y/N leaned over the counter and sighed "Joyce, James is on to me and I can't tell them." "Explain to me why. Why can't you?" Joyce knew what storylines in this industry were, but this one ran deeper than scripts. "Jeff is a part of the 'Jericho Appreciation Society', I'm part of the Blackpool Combat Club, they've been at eachother's throats for months now. Yeah, kayfabe and storylines but this rivalry runs years deep." "Baby, I know how you feel about him. You've never looked at a man the way you looked at him. You fought tooth and nail to get to where you are. You are one of the strongest women I know, you have a world title belt, and you made your dream a reality. Don't let this stop you from the one thing you always denied yourself." Y/N knew she was right. "Okay. I'll think of something. I'm not fucking this up." "Language. Now go on now, you're probably tired and we can talk more before you leave the Bay."

~Back at the Hotel~

Once she got into her hotel room, she immediately checked that Instagram notification. He can't be that foolish; can he? She thought. She opened it and saw he reposted a shot of their stand off in the ring, but the song is what caught her attention.

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I could wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

She went to text him immediately. She sent him her room number and waited. Not even ten minutes later, he did that stupid knock they had. When she opened the door, he had a smirk on his face but it soon disappeared as she dragged him in the room quickly. "Are you out of your mind?!" She questioned him. "I don't see what the problem is-" "Let's see; you get in the ring after my match, act like you're concerned about me rather than your little friend, then you post that picture with that song. We are supposed to hate each other remember?" He understood why she felt this way: it was a little reckless to do, all things considered. "Jeff, we have to find a way to end this feud. James is on to us and Joyce is mothering me about this." "I know, I know. What do you propose we do?" They both thought for a second until a light bulb went off over her, "Gauntlet match. I'll take on all of you. Or you all decided who will be the breaker. I just want this to stop. If we aren't feuding anymore, we can act normal." He knew she was serious "Doll, I can't let you do that. There's seven of us and you can get seriously hurt." "I'm doing it. I'm calling Tony tomorrow." Jeff sighed knowing how stubborn she was, so they decided to drop it and go to bed.

Y/N woke up to the sound of Jeff's voice on the phone with someone; someone that sounded like Matt. "Jeff, you're too loud." "Who was that?" Jeff panicked, "Met her at the bar." Matt knew that voice, There's no way. he thought about his friend. "Is that who I think it is?" "Matt, we'll talk about it later." And hung up. "Hmm so now I'm 'met her at the bar'?" "Don't be like that, baby." She pulled him back down to her, "I'm calling Tony later." "I know I can't stop you, but I don't want to hurt you. Ask to fight Hager or Chris; I can't do that to you after all this. I want this to work between us." His words were sweet as he brushed a piece of hair out of her face. "That's why I'm doing this. But if us getting in that ring is what ends this bullshit, we have to. It'll be a funny story." The phone call to Tony went well. She has to run through three members of JAS and everything will be over. Though, he said they were to decide amongst themselves who she'd face.

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Jeff's POV

I had met Matt at the hotel's gym and I knew walking in that he was going to interrogate me about the phone call this morning. "Wanna tell me 'bout this girl you met?" "No. I don't think I will." Matt rolled his eyes, "Nah, you're not getting off that easy. If it was Y/N, just tell me." I couldn't lie to him. We've known each other for God knows. "Yeah, it was. But yo-" "I knew it! Anna and I had a feeling since the lipstick thing. You never really got over her, did you?" Shake of the head 'no'. "Listen, your secret is safe. But I know after your stunt after the title match, Chris is gonna put you in that gauntlet." "I know," I just sighed, "We both had a feeling. I just can't hurt her again. What if I threw the match?" "Well you'll have hell to pay but these battles will be put behind us. I'm on your side with this one, buddy."

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Y/N's POV

"Ready to get your ass kicked, James?" "Y/N, you need to tell me the truth." Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. "About what?" James groans, "You and Parker. I know you've been sneaking around with him." We sat in the ring and I got ready to spill. "We had a thing, a number of years ago and I guess it started back up. I know we're supposed to despise them, but Jeff is different." "Why didn't you tell me before?" he moved closer to me. "Considering you all fight at any given chance; I thought it was a good idea to keep it secret. I didn't know what you'd think." "I'm not mad; if that's what you thought. In the short time we've known each other, you've become my best friend and I want you to be happy. I do think you should avoid telling the others." Grateful was an understatement to describe how I feel to have James. "Hey, I have a great idea to help me win against them." He looked at me and I told him my plan. I had asked Julia to take pictures of James and I for Instagram. I settled on posting five: me on James' back, wearing each other's titles, us facing the other way so the backs of our team jackets are showing, us hanging upside down from the ropes, and me kissing his cheek: I/N: partner in honor, partner in combat

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3rd Person POV:

~Wednesday~

The gauntlet match was to be announced tonight on Dynamite. Y/N and James were to interrupt the JAS during their promo about Anna's loss. Right as Chris was yapping, 'For it is just an Illusion' "Yowza, you guys need to have a promo every time you lose?" She and James got in the ring as Chris spoke "What, you need your guard dog with you at all times?" She turned her head, "Yuta? Oh don't worry, he doesn't bite; but I do." "Listen girly, if you wanna come out here and take up the Jericho Appreciation Society's TV time, make it useful; how about explain what happened in the ring with Cool Hand last week?" Daniel said, trying to act tough. Y/N laughed, "First, back off kid, the adults are talking." Jeff had moved past Daniel to come face to face with Y/N "Second, c'mon Parker, you're seriously gonna act like you don't know me? If memory serves me right, you and I had a lot of fun together, back on the indie scene." 'Y/N, stop.' he mouthed to her. "What? You don't want your pretentious little friends to know about our-" His hand found its way around her throat. Not tight, just enough to end her talking as he saw her bite her lip, "I said, stop, Y/N." She smirked as he let go, "Well, look at that everyone: pretty boy does remember a thing or two about me. Now, I made a call to Tony Khan and requested a gauntlet to put all this nonsense to rest. Next week on Dynamite, the Blackpool Combat Club's 'Illusion', Y/N vs three of what you consider the best in your little, marching band of morons. I beat all three of Chris' picks and we end this feud; deal?" She stuck her hand out to Chris and he took it. He knew exactly who she'd face.

Once Rampage that week came, the promo Y/N and James shot as phase two of her little plan aired. After winning their trios tag match, Jeff, Matt, and Daniel were interrupted by: Y/N was humming a song that Jeff knew very well. One they considered theirs. He was so focused on the song that he didn't even realize she was wearing his merch shirt. "Oh I'm sorry. Am I interrupting your little celebration? Don't worry, I won't be long. Just wanted to remind everyone that on Dynamite, you get to watch me beat some JASholes. I know everyone watching is sick of this feud. See you Wednesday." She then blew a kiss and winked at the camera.

"I'm so fucking screwed." Jeff whispered to Matt. "Ya think?"

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[storiesofsvu]

Journey to the Past Ch 13

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, smut, dirty talk, oral/face fucking, sex toys, anal.

You had wandered back up to the bar, asking for a bourbon on the rocks, thanking the bartender and stuffing a ten in the tip jar before your eyes swept through the event. Bryan was already across the room deep in the thick of it, you searched for Kim and weren’t surprised to find that she’d already vanished. Figuring you’d give yourself a grace period of at least half your drink, you turned back to face the bar, leaning against it as you sipped at your drink. You could feel someone come up beside you but didn’t look up until Diane spoke.

“So was that bad planning on the seating committee or did you lose a bet?”

“Hmm?” You straightened up, looking up at her and she laughed lightly, gesturing across the room with her fresh drink.

“Kneef.”

“I forgot about this, Bry was already coming and unlike you I don’t have a permanent plus one.” You laughed back.

“So you really went with the bottom of the barrel choice?”

“Bottom of…” your brow scrunched, “he’s one of your top litigators. His case win rate is one of the highest in the state.”

“Yet he always brings floozies to these things.” She murmured over the rim of her glass, “at least you’re in for a good night, as long as the rumours are true he’s rather experienced.” Her hand reached out, tilting your chin and a smirk took over her lips, “though by the looks of that beard burn you’ve already gotten a sample of the merchandise.”

“Jesus.” You swore quietly, feeling the heat surging to your cheeks as you busied yourself with a rather large sip of your drink.

“How’d he rope you into this? Shower you with diamonds? Take one hell of a shitty plea deal in a case against you?” She pestered playfully and you snorted into your drink.

“Diane, Bryan and I have been seeing each other since I took that first case with you.”

That had her frozen in her tracks, eyes widening slightly as she looked over at you, “really? You? And Kneef?” Her eyes drifted off in his direction for a moment before returning to yours.

“Yeah. We’ve known each other twenty years, fell outta touch for a while in there but maybe that was for the best to let this run its course.”

“So… you have no idea what he’s been up to since like… your law school days?”

“Not really, no.” You occupied yourself with your drink, “I mean it’s not exactly like I wasn’t out there living my life, I got married, settled down, we went our separate ways.”

“Well his separate way included a hell of a lot of booze, bimbos and HR complaints.” She muttered and you raised a brow, “Kneef has two very big reputations in this city. One, is one of the best, highest paid, knowledgeable, brilliant attorneys in the state. The other… is a ruthless man whore child who berates any one younger or lower on the ladder, pompous asshole who’s completely incompetent of feeling a singular human emotion aside from anger.”

“Oh…” you glanced over to where he was talking with a couple of other men, wondering just how much there was that you didn’t know about what had gone on since your years at Harvard before drifting back over to Diane. “He’s been a complete gentleman, like, it’s very clear he’s not the same shy kid he was in school, but I have zero complaints.”

“Maybe he fucking finally met his match.” She smirked at you and you couldn’t help but laugh, pausing a moment for another sip of your drink.

“HR? Really?” You raised a brow to her, “I know you probably can’t talk about it.”

“Please.” She chuckled, “trash talking Bryan Kneef has become my not so guilty pleasure, and it’s all over the office gossip mill anyways. They’re mainly from interns, younger employees who he screamed at one too many times before they left the complaint and quit. He’s gone through something like four assistants and three paralegals in the past year and a half alone. It wasn’t until Amber showed up that we found someone who could put up with him.” She paused for a moment grinning over at you, “you know.. Amber started not long after you and I worked that first case. You should stick around.” She nudged at your arm and you rolled your eyes.

“Please.”

“I should probably stop trash talking your date.” She smiled apologetically, “just… remember you could be playing with fire.”

“Yeah.”

“Have a good rest of your night.” With a smile and a nod she turned off to find her husband leaving you at the bar to finish your drink.

It was only a few sips later that you could smell his cologne, the heat of his hand on your lower back before his lips met your shoulder, “any chance you want to get out of here now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Smiling, you turned in his arms, looping yours around his shoulders. Bryan had already pulled his suit jacket back on, collecting your clutch from its interior pocket, placing it on the bar beside you. His free hand tilted your head, examining the already slowly forming marks on your skin.

“Think if we stayed much longer everyone would know what we were up to.”

“Would that be such a problem?” You asked with a grin, leaning in to kiss him and he relaxed into the kiss.

“No, I guess it really wouldn’t.”

*

If either of you had thought things would start on the car ride home, you were both wrong, Bryan’s hand laid over your bare thigh, his thumb stroking over your skin gently. He could feel something in the air that wasn’t there before, he knew you weren’t mad or upset though, he was all to familiar with those vibes. He studied you for a moment as you gazed out the window before squeezing at your thigh, gaining your attention as you turned back to him with a soft smile on your face.

“You alright?” He asked, his voice soft and you nodded.

“Yeah.” You let out a quiet sigh, “Diane just said a couple of interesting things. And—” you held up a hand to get your thoughts out before he could interject, you knew exactly how lawyers worked after all, “whatever she said I don’t hold against you, it’s just kind of strange to think about how much you’ve changed in the time I’ve known you.”

The car pulled up in front of his building and he let out a sigh, reaching forward to tip his driver before escorting you out of the car and inside, his arm wrapped around your waist. He waited until you were in the elevator to speak, wanting privacy for what could potentially come from this.

“Diane has had it out for me basically since I started at STR.” He admitted, shifting slightly so he was half behind you, able to fully embrace you, leaving a kiss on your shoulder, “we butted heads from the start and it just got worse from there, especially since I’ve gotten a few bonuses and pay raises that she was gunning for.”

“Hmm…” You nodded as the elevator dinged and you made your way into his apartment, “she mentioned some not great behaviour.” You raised a brow, simply curious and Bryan let out a sigh, stepping out of his shoes and tossing his tux jacket over the back of the couch before leaning against it.

“Sweetheart..” He tugged you to him, hands resting on your waist as yours came to loop around his shoulders, “I’ll admit I’ve made my fair share of bad decisions over the years, and I let my stress and frustration show in places it really shouldn’t have and took it out on people who didn’t deserve it. I was trying to figure out how to be a ruthless lawyer and got caught up with a bit of the wrong crowd.” A hand came up to cup at your cheek, “but absolutely none of that changes how I feel about you.”

“Really?” You smiled, leaning in to kiss him and he nodded.

“Absolutely.”

“Good.” You grinned and he felt a shift in the air once again, “because I was hoping you’d follow through on those earlier promises.”

“Oh?” He grinned, eyes dragging down your body for a minute, “well then I should get you to the bedroom right away.”

Without even waiting, Bryan scooped you up over his shoulder and you let out a playful squeak, swatting his body and he spanked your ass in return. Once down the hall he placed you down on your feet, his hands easily finding the zipper on your dress, letting it fall to the floor around your feet before you stepped out of the fabric. His eyes widened at the sight of you completely bare minus the white lace panties, damp with your wetness and his cum.

“You just gonna stand there and stare?” You asked, your voice purring through the room and Bryan felt himself twitch in his pants, letting out a low chuckle.

“No.” He stepped closer to you, quickly ridding himself of his shirt and undershirt, tossing them to the side, “on your knees kitten.” He grabbed a pillow from the bed, tossing it to the floor as you sunk in front of him onto it.

“Would you like to fuck my mouth daddy?” You asked with a pout and he swore quietly.

Your hands traced up his thighs, feeling the muscles tensing as you did so before you swiftly undid his belt buckle and pants, pulling them down just far enough to expose his cock, hard and waiting already. You spat into your palm before pumping him a few times, and he groaned, hands coming to rest on your head as you smeared the pre-cum around his cock. His hips jerked towards your mouth and you let out a devious giggle, one that made him even harder, feeling your had squeezing around his cock.

You sat up on your haunches, licking from base to tip, swirling around the head before your lips wrapped around him and you sunk down until your nose was tickling his dark curls. Your tongue traced the patterns of his ridges and veins, causing him to groan above you, hands tightening in your hair. You began to bob up and down on his length, your hand playing with his balls as you moaned around him, the vibrations causing him to twitch in your mouth. Bryan’s hand in your hair tightened, tilting your head more upward, his cock able to plunge deeper into your throat and you couldn’t help but groan around him. You let him take control, cock thrusting into your lips, going deeper and deeper into your throat until you gagged and he let you take a moment to breathe, pulling himself out of your mouth. You panted for a moment, your lips spit slicked, eyes watering and Bryan’s thumb trailed over your lips, gaining your attention as you gazed up at him.

“Fuck you’re so fucking gorgeous like this kitten.” He muttered, grabbing you and pulling you up to your feet for a searing kiss, “on the bed.” He nudged you towards it, tugging off your panties he did so.

Now that you were finally bare before him he practically growled at the sight of the jeweled plug nestled between your ass cheeks, glinting in the low light of the bedroom. The fact that you’d done it just for him, and for his special surprise made him swell with pride, he grinned as he moved through the room to the bedside table. He grabbed the Lush vibe and a bottle of lube before he turned to you, hand cupping at your cheek.

“You still meant what you said? You want daddy to fill that tight ass with cum?”

“God yes.” You moaned back and he chuckled, pausing to kiss you before climbing back onto the bed, settling between your legs as you shifted up onto your knees, your stomach and arms still on the mattress.

Bryan’s fingers swiped through you and you gasped at the sensation, still sensitive from your bathroom session earlier, his cum keeping you nice and wet and ready. He plunged two fingers in easily and you whined into the pillows, your hips pressing back against him and he chuckled darkly, pulling them from you. He picked up the vibe, turning it on to its medium setting before sliding into your awaiting cunt and you let out a low moan, body shivering at the sensation.

“That’s my good girl.” He praised, hands rubbing at your skin, groping at your ass. He picked up the bottle of lube, squirting some around the plug before easing it almost out of you and then back in, his cock throbbing at the noises you were making as he did so, at the way your eyes scrunched shut and the way you started to beg.

“Daddy.. please…”

“Please what princess?” He spanked you with his free hand.

“Just fuck me please!”

“Yeah?” He replaced the plug with two of his lubed up fingers, “you want daddy’s cock to stuff you nice and full?” His fingers flexed, easily stretching you out as they began to pump, curling and scissoring before he was able to slide in a third one.

“Please!” You whined out, gasping as the toy in your pussy caused you to shudder, “oh god! Please! Now!”

Behind you Bryan smirked, spanking you a couple of times with his free hand before his fingers slid out of you. He coated his dick with the lube, spreading more of it between your ass cheeks before nudging the tip at your tight hole and you wiggled your ass back towards him, pressing yourself onto him and he swore quietly.

He sunk in inch by inch, carefully watching you to make sure he wasn’t hurting you until he was fully seated, letting out a low groan. “Fuck you feel so good kitten.”

“Move.. please…” You whimpered, hands clenching into the bedspread and he could feel the vibrations of the toy within you, feel the way your body was clenching down around it and him at the same time.

He slowly pulled his hips back until just the tip was nestled within you and started to set a slow and deep pace, pulling gasps from you with each thrust until you were eagerly fucking back against him. You knew even without the toy you would be prickling with pleasure already, but with it the sensation was shooting through your body like fireworks.

“Harder.” You gasped out, “I’m not gonna last.”

Bryan leant forward, leaving a gentle kiss on your back before he did as you wished, pulling back this time only to thrust into you with more vigor and the moan you let out was one of the loudest he’d heard. He couldn’t help but smirk, swelling with pride at that, his hand reaching around you to click the button on the vibe to turn it up a notch and you whined loudly. He chuckled, plunging deeper and harder into you with each thrust, his pace quickening as he chased his own release. He could feel every ridge and movement inside of you, the pleasure of fucking you bare was one that would never compare, one that he would never forget and could never have possibly imagined. You were like absolute heaven, and the noises coming from you as your body began to shiver and tremble beneath him were nearly too much, the way that his name left your lips as his cock was buried deep in your ass was enough to bring a eternities worth of orgasms from him.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! Bry!” Your cry as you cunt clenched around the toy and you tightened around his cock shot his eyes open and he could see the tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill as your orgasm absolutely rocked through you. “Oh my god, oh my god, Bry.. Bry.. Bry…” your chants echoed through the room and he felt a second wave of pleasure surge through you, the next cry leaving you one of near pain as the toy became too much. He quickly reached around you and eased it from you, happy when you let out a sigh of relief, your body still twitching and trembling as you did your best to stay up on your knees as he fucked faster into your ass.

Bryan knew he wasn’t long off, the sight of you blissed out was really all it took before he thrusted hard into you, letting out a loud grunt, his cock throbbing inside you, filling you with thick hot cum. You let out a sigh at the feeling, a blissed out smile on your cheeks and he couldn’t help but smile himself. He dropped over you, trying to keep his weight off you as he kissed your neck, murmuring praise into your ear at how well you’d done, how much of a good girl you’d been before he slowly sat up and ever so gently eased himself out of you, hissing at the feeling but swearing at the sight of his cum spilling out of both of your holes now.

You collapsed onto the bed with a happy sigh, head buried in the pillows as Bryan disappeared off to the bathroom. He took the time to freshen up, washing himself and his hands before grabbing a wet soapy washcloth and one to dry you off with, returning to the bedroom. He urged you to roll over, cleaning and wiping your dripping cunt first before wiping at the cum leaking out of your ass and drying it. He guided you to roll over again, kissing you softly, one that you smiled into before he tossed the cloths into the hamper. He slid back into the bed beside you, pulling the blankets over the two you and you let out a happy hum, rolling to rest on his chest, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

“Y’know, if all those stupid events ended like that maybe I wouldn’t hate them so much.” You said with a grin and Bryan laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Neither would I.” He held you to him for a moment, leaving another kiss on your skin as his hand ghosted over your skin, letting out a happy sigh at the feeling of your weight against him before he felt your eyelashes flutter across his skin as your breathing regulated and he knew you had fallen into a very peaceful sleep.

_____________________ @detective-giggles @plaidbooks @thatesqcrush @witches-unruly-heart @beccabarba @bisexual-dreamer02 @amelia-song-pond @madamsnape921 @whimsicallymad @mrsrafaelbarba @mysticfalls01 @ssaic-jareau @caracalwithchips @barbasbodaciousbeard @alwaysachorusgirl @beardedbarba @michael-rooker @rafivadafreddy @lustvolle-liebe @anlin2058 @fandom-princess-forevermore @tinyboxxtink @alexusonfiree @xovalliegirlxo @nobody-important1212 @somethingimaginative17 @momlifebehard @misscharlielulu @fighterkimburgess

#bryan kneef #bryan kneef x reader #the good fight #journey to the past

[lothals-moons]

Me after seeing the absolute zero fanfictions for Liam Neeson:

#qui gon jinn #star wars #qui-gon jinn fanfic #qui-gon jinn x reader #liam neeson #Liam Neeson x reader #What about poor Bryan mills? Where's his fanfics? #Even briar gates from next of kin? He's adorable in that!

[tinyboxxtink]

My “Works” Masterpost: (Everchanging, always growing!)

Someone asked me for a master post of all my fics so here they are! This post will be updated as I write them. 

Also feel free to shoot me an ask with an idea if you have one!!! ♥

ETA  6/9/2022:

I’ve added more people I write for!

Who I Write For: [All are x Reader]

Rafael Barba (SVU)

Nevada Ramirez (”Trouble In The Heights”)

Jonas Nightingale (”Leap Of Faith”)

Abel Plenkov/The Ripper (”My Soul To Take”)

Paul Mendelson (”Dopesick”)

Jack Neilson (”The Path”)*

Bryan Kneef (”The Good Fight”)*

Really any Raul Esparza Character

From Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington 

Eddie Munson

Maybe someone if you convince me to. 

*-- Be advised I haven’t written for them yet. Also I only saw a few episodes with Jackson in The Path, and I think Bryan only has like two scenes in one episode?

Series In Progress:

"Words Fail" [Rafael Barba x Reader]

“Summer Of ‘87″ [Eddie Munson x Reader]

Completed Series [Eddie Munson x Reader]

“Spring Break ‘86″ 

Completed Series [Rafael Barba x Reader]

(All the chapters are linked up I promise!)

"...So I Married A Monster" *A William Lewis/Rafael Barba x You Story, Read At Your Own Discretion*

“Build Me Up Buttercup”

“Helpless”

“Return To Sender”

“My Fairy Abogado “

“Caught In The Storm”

“Clueless”

“Black Magic”

“Doppelganger” *Sequel To Black Magic* Rafael x Reader and Nevada Ramirez x Reader  {Note: This fic deals with dark situations like sexual assault and abuse.]

"Not My Yacht" {A William Lewis fic, this fic deals with dark situations like torture and sexual assault. But a happy ending!}

"Weird Secret Friends"

“Betrayed”

Eddie Munson One Shots:

“Rocky” 

“Happy Anniversary”

“The Gauntlet”

“Cool Off”

“Wingman“

“New Kid”

“Beetlejuice”

Rafael Barba One Shots:

“Todos Las Dias De Mi Vida”

“Warrior” (Sequel To “Helpless”)

“You Are My Exception”

“If You Like Pina Coladas”

“God I Love Weddings!”

“The Story” (Barson)

“Paper Rings”

“Never Leave You Again”

“Your Soliloquy”

“The Man Of Your Dreams”

“Because I Can”

"Trick Or Treat"

"Tag"

“Holiday Party [NSFW]

“A Boyfriend For Christmas”

“A Christmas Miracle {ANGST}

“Christmas Bake Off”

“Buttons”

“A Helping Hand” (NSFW)

“Say You Want Me, And I’m Yours”

“New Year’s Eve”

Miscellaneous One Shots:

“Dancing On My Own” (Rollisi)

“The Good Lord’s Touch” (Jonas Nightingale x Reader, LOF)

"Reunion" (An "Atypical" Sam/Paige OS)

"I'm Yours In Every Way You'll Have Me" (Regina Mills x Reader, *OUAT*)

Nevada Ramirez/Reader One Shots:

“Feliz Año Nuevo” 

“Christmas At Rockefeller Center”

"Mi Rey" 

“Fernando”

“Super Bowl Sunday”

Ripper/Abel Plenkov x Reader One Shots:

"I Hate Mondays" (NSFW)

"Happy Anniversary"

"Dancing With The Devil"

Anon Drabble Requests [Rafael Barba x Reader]

“Sick Day”

“La Loba”

“Lunch Date”

“Secret Agent”

“Cupcake Apologies”

“I Love....’

“Going Live!”

“Merry Christmas Darling”

“Driver’s License”

“Take Your Daughter To Work Day”

“Rafaella”

“Bad Day”

“Career Day”

“Good Morning”

“Jealous”

“Cake”

“Law And Order”

“Cupcake Congrats”

“Caught”  (G Rated)

“Caught” (NSFW)

“McBarba”

“Cookies”

“Yelina”

“Only You”

“ Cierras ya tus ojitos”

“Doodling”

“Coffee Date”

“Breakfast In Bed” 

“Hey, Get Back Here And Cuddle Me!”

Three’s A Crowd” *NSFW* (Barisi x you)

“Love Handles”

"All Of You" (NSFW)

"Bar Fight"

"Cappuccino Man"

"Pumpkin Spice Lattes"

"Bar Bet" (Nick Amaro/Reader Rafa/Reader)

"Law School"

"Stole My Heart" (William Lewis/Reader OS) *Don't JUDGE Me!*

"Death Do You Part" (ANGSTY OS/Death)

"Princess Prude" *High School AU*

"You Broke My Heart And All You Can Say Is Sorry?!"

"My Hero"

"Thank God For Vodka"

"Big And Beautiful"

"Meeting The Kids"

"Underwear Shopping"

"A Breeding Kink, Counselor?"

"Undahpants!"

"Prepped"

"...It Unhooks In The Front"

"Boob Worship"

"Making Up"(NSFW)

"Piercing Surprise"

"Feliz Navidad"

"Negotiations"

"Big Bad Lawyer Boyfriend"

"No Dogs Allowed"

“Sharky” Series [Rafael Barba x Reader]:

“Sharky”

“I Don’t Want To Hurt You” (”Sharky” One Shot)

“Eyes On The Mirror....” (”Sharky” NSFW One Shot)

“Baby Shark” (”Sharky” Baby One Shot)

“Love Doesn’t Stand A Chance” (”Sharky” *Deleted Scene*)

“Safe Place”  (”Sharky” Fluff OS)

“Rough Day”  (“Sharky” NSFW OS)

“Baby Shower” (”Sharky” Fluff OS)

"Drive" (An AU "Sharky" NSFW OS)

"Broken" (*ANGSTY* Alternative to "Baby Shark")

“Spring Cleaning” (”Sharky” Fluffy OS)

“The Package” (”Sharky” Fluffy OS)

“Cuddling” (”Sharky” Fluff OS)

“Date Night” (”Sharky” Fluff OS)

“No Running” (”Sharky” Fluff OS)

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagine #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #helpless #build me up buttercup #one shots #series #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson drabble

[thatesqcrush]

After Hours, Pt. 2 - A Blissful New Year

**

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Conclusion (but not really, lets be real) to After Hours.  AN: NSFW (shocking) for loads of smut and language. AN 2/warning: Anal play requires a lot of prep - please don’t shove plugs without thorough prep and lube - lots and lots of lube as the anus doesn’t produce lubricant. So don’t do what Bryan does. No bueno. But it’s fanfic and I am suspending reality for this self-indulgent fic.

Prior parts: “The Trip” “The Trip, Pt. 2.

AN 3: Happy 2021 friends, may this new year bring you all that you wish for. Let’s say peace out to this dumpster fire of 2020. My last piece for holiday bingo - a very loose interpretation of “gift wrapping.” But again, it’s my bingo so whatevs, ha.

WC (for those who care): 2.8K

**

It was New Year’s Eve. The normally bustling city was quiet, with just a few stragglers securing what was needed to ring in the New Year. Knowing what was going to occur later that evening, you had called a few friends and secured some favors. You spent the entire day primping and pampering. You had a full face of makeup on, more heavy than you usually went for, complete with false lashes and a bold red matte lipstick, as if muddled blackberries were smeared on your lips. Your hair was swept up, with a crown braid to finish the look. Your dress, thanks to Rent the Runway, was a Badgley Mischka gold sequin dress with a v-neckline and ruched waist. It was also dangerously short sans heels and the champagne stilettos you wore, made it even shorter.

Before you left, you downed a shot of Reyka vodka – a gift from a client after you won their case. It went down smoothly – almost too smoothly. You decided to down one more shot to settle your nerves as you waited for your Uber to arrive.

**

Not to be outdone with the elegant Christmas party a week earlier, STR Laurie also hosted a very opulent and lavish New Year’s Eve party. This time it was located at one of the ballrooms at Navy Pier. The ballroom capitalized on timeless architecture and the beauty of Chicago with brick structure and a sweeping dome ceiling which boasted a warm and rustic feel, while being fresh with polished floors and modern amenities. It sat directly on the lakefront with expansive, panoramic, and breathtaking views of Lake Michigan and the skyline. Crystals, crème roses, white lilies, and purple statice hung off the wrought iron chandeliers.

All of STR Laurie and Reddick Boseman were there, with their significant others or dates. Mixing in were the highest echelon of clients the firm wanted to impress or court to pad their billing revenue. Food and drink were abounding in obscene excess, with both an open spread of everything you could possibly imagine along with butler service carrying hors d’oeuvres and champagne. There was a quartet playing jazz.

You plucked a champagne flute off a serving tray and made your way around, greeting colleagues and guests alike. You scanned the room for Bryan but he was nowhere around. You continued to mill about, enjoying the passing time. Every once in awhile you would try to discreetly scan the room to see if he had arrived.

The clock inched forward, closer to midnight. You walked to the one of the windows, with yet another glass of champagne in hand. The windows stretched from floor to ceiling. The moonlight beamed off Lake Michigan, creating an ethereal effect over the city. You overheard from someone passing by that it was thirty minutes to midnight.

You took out your phone, feeling defeated. You were focused on your phone, arranging for an Uber home but you knew Bryan was behind you.

The cologne gave him away. You knew that smell from anywhere. You had been up close with that scent in many ways – from being under Bryan, over Bryan, sitting next to him, to name a few ways.

The tactile sensuality of rich black leather, patchouli and vetiver of his cologne enveloped you like a second skin. Layers of amber emanated off the heat of his skin. It was addicting and intoxicating. You looked up and Bryan’s reflection in the windowpane confirmed that it was in fact him. You spun around and slipped your phone in your clutch.

“Bryan.” You greeted coolly. “I was just about to leave.”

Bryan’s arms were around his back. Your breath caught in your throat as your drunk him in; he looked debonair in his tuxedo. His salt and pepper hair was perfectly coiffed and his beard was neatly trimmed.

“Hey gorgeous. Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” Bryan replied with the tiniest of shrugs as if he did not even care that he had kept you waiting. You suspected he actually did not.

“I had to pick up something for you.” He continued.

You cocked your brow and crossed your arms, which happened to push your breasts up. “For me?”

Bryan’s gaze darkened. “Consider it a belated Christmas gift. Had to make sure it was wrapped perfectly.” And with that, he brought his arms around, lifting a small, gilded box with an impossibly perfect handtied bow.

You took a step forward and took the box from him. Your eyes met his and he nodded, waving to fingers as confirmation that you should open it. You felt bad undoing such a perfect bow, but you were curious as to what it was. The elegant red ribbon fluttered to the ground, landing in a small heap by your feet. You lifted the top of the box and felt your cunt kick at the gift.

It was a butt plug and a small, nearly pocket sized bullet. Your fingertips traced over the butt plug – it was cold as it was made out of glass. The plug was deep red in color and the flared base ended with a marbled rose. It almost looked like a piece of art. A shiver went through your spine.

You looked up at Bryan once more; the look on his face was criminal. “It’s almost midnight.” You replied softly.

“Then we should find someplace where we can be alone then, hmmm?” Bryan replied.

You closed the box and offered your hand. “Lead the way.”

***

You were curious as to where Bryan was leading you. You followed him dutifully as he tugged on random doors by the ballroom you were in. Finally Bryan found an open door and he stuck his head in. He opened the door, holding it for you. “M’lady.”

“You sir are the furthest thing from honorable.” You snorted walking in, but not before thrusting the gift box into his chest.

Bryan made sure the door was locked after he closed it behind him. He caught up with you in a few paces and reached for wrist, stopping you in place. He pulled you close to him and captured your lips with his. The kiss was frenzied as you each grabbed handfuls of each other’s bodies, unable to decided where to touch first, wanting to touch every part of each other at once. His hands made way to your ass, grabbing the flesh before delivering a hard spank to it. You let out a moan as he reached around to the backs of your thighs, lifting you up in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked to the back of the ballroom to the window.

The muffled sound of the party was in the background, but you did not care about that one bit as his lips locked onto the slope of your neck sucking another bruise. You let out a mewl of pleasure as his hands slid up your waist to the top of your dress, kneading and massaging your breast through your dress. He then pushed the neckline of your dress aside on each side, freeing your tits from its confines. Bryan’s mouth latched onto a nipple and you arched in his embrace. Your pert nipples endured licks from his tongue and then harder suckles from his warm mouth. Your pussy flooded with desire and it was safe to say that you were obscenely wet from Bryan’s actions, and he had only just begun.

You tugged on his dark hair, dragging his mouth from your breasts to your mouth, kissing him once more. Your tongues rolled over another’s until Bryan took control of the kiss, using his tongue to fuck your mouth.

Your palm slid down the front of his pants, stroking his clothed erection. “Please, fuck me.” You unabashedly begged. Bryan chuckled darkly as he spun you around and pressed you against the window. It was the same view as in the other ballroom and your mind was spinning as you came to terms of being fucked in front of all of Chicago in some sense.

Bryan pressed himself against you, rutting his cock against you, practically humping you in a futile attempt to give himself some relief from his own ache, which was throbbing against the seam of his zipper. You pushed back, desperate for more. Bryan flipped up the back of your dress, running his hands over the slope of your ass and used the tip of his shoe to spread your legs apart. He dropped to his knees and hooked his fingers on the flimsy straps of your lace thong, bringing it all the way to your ankles. He tapped your ankle and then the other, and you stepped out carefully. Bryan made sure your heels didn’t get caught and then once they were off, he took your thong – already ruined – and took a deep inhalation. Bryan growled and shoved your thong into his pocket. “I’ll be keeping these.” Bryan rumbled. “I’ll use them for the next time I jerk off.”

You shivered once more at his filthy words. “After me, you’ll never need to jerk off. My pussy belongs to you daddy. You can use me however you want, whenever you want.” You panted, wriggling your hips once more.

“Is that so?” Bryan asked, his voice delighted. “My personal fuck toy?”

“Yes.” You confirmed. “Yours.”

You gasped as you felt his beard scratch against the backs of your thighs, his tongue running an unhurried stripe from your clit up to your ass. Bryan’s palms were splayed out on your cheeks, spreading them wider. He used his fingers to part the lips of your hot cunt and buried his tongue, eating you as if he were a man having his last meal.  

You let out a cry of pleasure, grasping desperately at the window, your nails scraping. Bryan shook his head, lapping and flicking his tongue against your pussy, which was dripping. Your thighs were a mess of his saliva and your juices. He snaked his fingers and found your clit, rubbing haphazard circles on your swollen flesh. You rocked against him, desperate for more, desperate to be filled. Bryan gathered some of your juices on to the tips of his fingers, teasing your asshole. “This ass is going to look so good with your gift.” Bryan murmured. He removed his hands and you heard him open the box and then drop it back to the ground. Bryan snorted and then hocked a wad of spit into his hand in order to use it as lubricant. You felt the tip of the plug at your entrance and then Bryan sunk the plug inside of you as he sunk two fingers into your pussy. He let out his own groan of satisfaction at how easily they sunk in. You let out a wrecked moan, feeling the pressure of the plug give way to fullness.

You let out a groan, tipping your head back. Bryan let out a satisfied whistle and then stood. “Stay still.”

“Okay.” You managed to choke out, your voice was heady, filled with want. “I feel… so full.”

Bryan undid his cummerbund and then undid his fly, pushing his pants and boxers down in one movement. One hand gripped your hip, the other was on his cock, giving it a few strokes. He rubbed the tip of his cock against you slit, slicking his cock with your wetness. You recalled how he did that prior – and just that – before releasing into your panties and you wriggled back again, desperate.

Bryan paused and you tensed.

“What? Is there so—” You asked but you were cut off by the sound of buzzing in the room. You realized that Bryan had turned on the bullet. Bryan lined his cock with your entrance, you could feel the buzzing along the side of your hip. He dragged the head of his cock up and down your cunt, gathering your essence, then pushed the crown into you. Finally, with a snap of his hips, Bryan sunk into you, his cock hitting your cervix.  You groaned as he stretched you with his monstrously sized cock. You felt wonderfully full; there was a slight burn mixed with pleasure.

Your eyelids fluttered closed and you moaned loudly as his other arm, the one with the bullet in his hand, wrapped around and down you, settling on your clit.

He started to fuck you hard and fast. He was relentless, pounding you deeply; you were certain you would feel it the next day. You felt yourself clench around him, your orgasm building furiously. Keeping his one hand on your clit, he used his other to sink his fingers into your updo and tug hard. You cried out at the edge of pain and your cunt clenched around his cock.

“Oh God, Bryan - I think I am going to —" the words were caught in your throat.

“That’s it kitten. Cum on this cock, cream for daddy.” Bryan grunted, as he pounded your pussy deep and hard. Beads of sweat dropped off his forehead. You came hard, wailing his name and as the tendrils of your orgasm washed over you, you were distantly aware of fireworks going off in front of you.

“Yes!” Bryan hissed. “Fuck, fuck!” His hips quickened and you knew he was going to cum soon. Bryan thrusted harder and faster, in and out of your pussy. The pressure of the bullet on your clit deepened and his other hand pressed into your hips so much so that you were certain there would be bruises.

“Oh shit, I am going to cum Y/N. Take that cum!” Bryan growled as he stiffened, releasing into you. You could feel his cock pulsing inside of you. Bryan gnashed his teeth together, letting out a sound akin to something animalistic and primal as if he was marking you as his. You could feel some of Bryan’s come drip out despite still being connected and that trigged another orgasm and you cried out again.

Bryan pulled out of you and you barely had a second to come back down when his mouth was on your pussy again, lapping the mix of your release and his. The bullet was tossed to the side, no longer needed. He stood up and jerked your chin and pressed a hard, deep kiss into his mouth. Bryan pushed the mixture of your and his release into your mouth and you groaned in pleasure, taking delight in the filthy kiss.

He broke the kiss briefly to command you to swallow and you did.

You went to kiss him again but missed as Bryan sunk back down on his knees, resuming his oral fixations on your cunt. You ran your hands through his dark hair as he propped a heeled leg onto his shoulder. “I want one more – I want the big one.” Bryan sunk two fingers into you and crooked them in a come hither motion, stroking against your g-spot. You felt the familiar pressure surge and you cried out as you began to squirt. He rubbed your clit with his whole palm, not caring that he got soaked in the process.

“Fuck Bryan, oh God, oh fuck!” You shouted, with the last word’s syllables being stretched out.

You stood there panting, a complete and utter mess.

Bryan slowly pulled out, gently putting your leg down. Bryan stood and fixed himself. He pulled you close to him and kissed you softly. You wrapped your arms around him and leaned into the kiss. You felt his hand trace the curve of your ass and then reach into your cheeks and pull out the plug.

You broke the kiss, shuddering. Bryan reached into his pocket and pulled out your panties and then wrapped the plug in it. You bent to pick up the bullet and handed it to him and that was further wrapped with the plug. Bryan shoved all three items back into his pocket.

“Should we go back to the party?” You asked as you both walked back out, your voice hoarse from all the orgasms that Bryan ripped out of you. You both could hear Auld Lang Syne being sung from the ballroom inhabited by all of STR Laurie.

Bryan scoffed. “Fuck no – lets go finish this party at my place.”

“Sounds perfect.” You replied. “Lets go.”

“My car is out front.” Bryan replied. He wrapped his arm around your waist as you made your way back out to the cold Chicago air. Fireworks continued to go off above as you and him drove off into the night to continue the celebration.

FIN.

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#bryan kneef smut #bryan kneef x reader #bryan kneef imagine #bryan kneef and reader #the good wife smut #thatesqcrush holiday bingo #bryan kneef x female reader

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Why I hate writers

So I ran into this “Magic System Challenge” over on Reddit. https://www.reddit.com/r/magicbuilding/comments/m0nal6/magic_system_challenge/

And its one of those things where it both matches what I think and that I don’t think is a very good idea.

At the heart of it is this:

Things to avoid:

Elemental magic.

Magic that is inspired by modern physics and chemistry (since enlightenment to present) and its academic language.

Magic whose primary limitations rely on the user's concentration or stamina.

Magic that is inspired by modern physics and chemistry (since enlightenment to present) and its academic language.

Our current understanding of energy (preservation and transformation). So no mana, power crystals, soul as the powerhouse of the cell, thermodynamics, and energy talk.

Explanation on anything happening on the atomic level.

Academic categorization, unless it's about actual legality. Magic that is heavily compartmentalized and categorized, aka heavily dissected and structured by scholars. (e.g.: The 3 laws of x. The principal of y. The 5 axioms of z.)

Magic whose primary limitations rely on the user's concentration or stamina.

This to challenge people “who considers magic to be a serious part of their stories,” to escape how the sub has become “an ant mill, where people are trapped in inspiration feedback loops where they can't go past clichés.” Which is important because “Fantasy is literally an infinite ocean, yet we and professional writers choose to only wet our feet.“

Now to be honest, I don’t actually disagree with the observation. Most of Magic Creation not just on r/magicbuilding but nearly everywhere is pretty standard fare. If you spend a day reading r/magicbuilding, honestly, you’ll have seen most of what there is no matter where you choose to look. And vice versa. So, for the most part, it’s pretty dull. You’re just not going to get the lean up out of your seat, “OOooh that’s cool,” out of 99.99% of magic systems.

Where I start to diverge is the idea that this is a problem. The truth is, for 99.99% of stories that are actually about magic, the magic system doesn’t particularly matter. It has to be serviceable, it doesn’t have to be extraordinary. And that’s the reason most professional writers have the same shit different day. They know their energy is limited and they’re going to spend it where they need to spend it, not on fluff that most people only think they care about.

And yes, most fantasy readers only THINK they care about magic systems. It is to my eternal disappointment that Henry Ford never said, “If I had asked people what they wanted, they would have said faster horses,” because there’s a lot of wisdom in it. A major part of what you have to learn AS A WRITER, is what readers want. And it’s hard because Readers tend not to know. They have excellent observations about things they have enjoyed and fair extrapolations from that about what they think they will enjoy in the future but those are not actually the same thing.

And that top avoidance is the perfect example. That attitude that elemental magic was done to a dusty death was prevalent in writing circles as far back as 1992 when I first got in to writing circles. It was stale. It was cliche. Don’t do it.

But everything changed when the Fire Nation Attacked. Forget the story in Avatar, from this moment on, Elemental Magic reigned. It was everywhere to the point where it was quite literally inescapable. You were lucky to run into magic without an elemental component. Even some of the most innovative magic in the most complex of fictions had some. So, what does everybody trying to learn the craft do? They do exactly what they should do and they whip out some minor variation on their favorite system, which for oodles of people is this system, the one presented in Avatar: The Last Airbender.

So, yeah, it’s a little stale now. Because we’ve seen ten thousand versions of this one system. But remember how it was BEFORE that blast of Fire from the Fire Nation. Stale. Dead. Please don’t. Which begs the question, should we have told Michael Dante DiMartino, Bryan Konietzko, and Aaron Ehasz please don’t do this. It’s so overdone. We’re so tired of elemental magic. EVERYONE is tired of elemental magic.

No. Of course not. It would have been shooting ourselves in the foot. Because the problem isn’t elemental magic, the problem is the story being told WITH elemental magic. Avatar sang because they used Elemental Magic as a driving force to tell stories about the major characters. Aang is an airbender and air likes to flow past and avoid. It likes to play and show off. Air does not buckle down. Air does not stand firm. Air does not charge aggressively. At least not in the same way that fire does. Not in the same way that Earth does. A:tLA made it’s magic mean more than mysticism or tools, it made it integral to how everyone acted and interacted and how the world itself fit together. I would say that it didn’t matter what magic was used but of course it’s the very opposite of that, the magic was so important to the story that it defined it. Any magic that is tied that deeply to the story is going to work.

The more intimately any feature of a story ties to the other features of a story, the better it is going to work. Because stories are whole things. Not collections of bits. You can make the best wall ever made and it’s not going to do anything for you if it can’t fit with the rest of the house. The best wall is the wall that fits best with your house. Because that’s its job.

Which I think leads me to my second point of contention.

“those who considers magic to be a serious part of their stories.“

And who the hell else is there on r/magicbuilding or anyone paying attention to that here or anywhere? If you don’t think magic is important, you’re not going to read about magic. Duh. So why specify?

I spent some of last night discussing with some other people the nature of how higher levels of education will reject writers who are interested in science fiction, fantasy, and horror simply because of that interest and for no other reason. Speculative fiction is a mark against you. It just is. No particularly good reason. When I was talking about getting into the PhD program at my Alma Mater, one of the PhD students who sat in on our classes was literally excited for what I was going to bring to the program. I was second in the class in marks. And I was turned down. It’s not about what you can do. Speculative Fiction isn’t wanted. It’s considered not as serious. It’s fluff. Stuff you might do for fun but not really for serious study. And Serious of course is the word that’s putting me off.

What do you mean by serious? Who is serious?

I think I know the answer which is why my rant is here and not on reddit because i don’t want a fight.

I think Serious is code for people who think like me. A Serious writer is a writer who pursues the same goals I am pursuing. A serious magic builder is someone who wants to do with magic what I want to do with magic. I am serious. Because I am smart. Because I am clever. Because I am well read. And you, who disagree with me, are not.

And I find that people don’t care that this sort of thinking has been leveled at them. If anything it makes them blinder to the fact that they are discriminating for no particularly good reason. I can’t be X because X was done to me. Unfortunately, not the way the world works at all.

Which leaves me in a bitter tasting conundrum. Is the challenge a good exercise? Probably. It’s a good way to experiment and branch out if you’ve been doing things a steady way for a long time. Is the challenge a good idea? No, I don’t think so. Because it has too much of that elitist I know best thought behind it. Intrinsic to all of it is the conceit that these certain ideas, that are so popular for a reason, are bad if you’re a decent serious writer. There’s nothing wrong with any of them and certainly nothing wrong with anyone who wants to have a go at them.

And I just wish there weren’t so many writers who felt the need to piss on everyone else’s party and say otherwise.

So... jog on

#writing #creative writing #writeblr #magicbuilding #rant #no point to it really

[stripper-patrick]

Jealous 🐲Gael Martinez

Warnings: ‘take me to church’ type smut, angst, jealousy (m)

All of the Spanish I use is from the Spanish Dict app

Relationship: Gael Martinez x black plus sized reader

“Y/N are you coming to the party tonight?” Malika asks

“What party?”

“We’re having our own little party. Me, you, Gael, Jameson and the girls. We’re gonna play games and drink and just have fun” she says

“Yea sure what time and do I have to dress up?”

“No it’s a pajama party and just come down we’ll be setting up”

“Cool I’m just gonna shower”

“And we can show everyone how crazy we truly were in college” she winks. I roll my eyes and laugh.

I head to my room and grab all the stuff I’m gonna need for the shower. The entire time all I can think about is Gael’s fine ass. I shake my head of my thoughts and get out.

Once I’m finished drying off I grab a t-shirt and some shorts. I grab my Simpson’s slippers and slide into those. I head down into the common area where everyone is. All eyes divert to me as I walk downstairs. I see Gael, Callie, Mariana, Malika, and the rest of the gang.

“Hey” I smile

“Hi” they say. I get all the way down and sit next to Malika. Me and her went to high school and have been best friend ever since.

“Y/N can you bake cookies?” Mariana asks

“Yea sure” I get up and as I walk away I feel eyes on my back. I shake off the feelings and begin prepping.

As I’m doing so I hear the speaker turn on. More people start coming down and I set all the cookies out on the baking sheet.

“Y/N I got something for you”

“What” I say. I hear a song start to blare and I feel a wave of nostalgia fall over me. It’s my favorite song back from high school.

We laugh and I go check on the cookies.

“Lemme show y’all how gangster Y/N is”

“Oh shit” they laugh. I hear the start of the song Wit the Shits by Meek Mill and I nearly lose my mind.

“Malika no” I laugh “I’m baking cookies and they’re gonna burn”

“They’ll be fine”

“What’s with all this noise?” I look back and see Davia who looks like she just woke up.

My phone rings and I answer it.

“Hey Jordan”

“Hey can I come over I’m bored”

“Yea sure just text me when your outside and I can buzz you up” I say

“Ok thanks” I smile and hang up. My part comes on and I start my performance.

I twerk and everything while they all cheer me on. “You could eat this pussy while I watch her fuckin' you” I rap dancing and walking around. I go back into the kitchen and take out the cookies letting them cool. Once I’m finished I walk back into the common area.

“I just want the head, you can spend the night” Malika sings. I get behind Gael and wrap my arms around his neck rapping the next bit.

“Kissin' him sloppy, callin' him papi, that shit get him hype” I kiss his cheek and he smiles looking at me. Instantly I feel a spark inside of me. Not to make it weird I just get up and smile back at him.

Once the song goes off Callie suggests we play Truth or Dare.

We all get on the floor sitting in a circle.

“Ok Davia truth or dare” Bryan asks. She picks dare. “I dare you to lick Marianas toe” she laughs and scrunches up her face. Mariana takes off her sock and Davia fulfills the dare. The buzzer rings and I get up pressing the buzz in button.

“Who’s that?” Gael asks

“Jordan” Gael and Jordan are fond of each other. His expression changes and I wonder if he’s ok. Jordan walks through the door and sits next to me kissing my cheek.

“Hey guys” he greets. They greet him back and notice Gael is very quiet. That’s unusual. He’d at least give off a small smile.

Me and him look at each other and I mouth to him.

“You ok?” He nods and gives me a small smile before returning to his resting bitch face.

We complete more truths and dares and it comes back to my turn.

“Y/N truth or dare?” Jameson says

“Dare”

“I dare you to give Jordan a lap dance” we all laugh.

“No way”

“You have to” He says. I roll my eyes and oblige. Mariana plays the music and turns on Dance For You by Beyoncé.

I just wanna

Show you how much I appreciate you

Wanna show you how much I'm dedicated to you

Wanna show you how much I will forever be true

I move his hands and sit in his lap letting my second instincts take over. Jordan wraps his arms around my hips and I bend down.

Wanna show you how much you got your girl feelin' good

Wanna show you how much, how much you're understood

Wanna show you how much, I value what you say

Not only are you loyal, you're patient with me babe

I look up at Gael and see him taking a swig of his beer looking angry almost. His jaw clenched. Breathing looks heavier. I hope this isn’t making him mad (gif up top)

I stand up and straddle Jordan’s waist beginning to twerk. I do that little left cheek right cheek thing and everyone cheers. Mariana stops the song and I smile getting off of him.

“I’ll be taking lessons” Mariana says.

“Anytime” I sit back down and we go through more.

“Ok Gael I’ll make this one special if you answer Truth you have to complete your Truth and if you answer Dare well it’s the same” Bryan says

“So this is just a set up for me” he says

“Somewhat. Now truth or dare”

“Truth” he shrugs

“If you had to choose someone in this group to do 10 minutes in Heaven with who would it be and why”

“7 minutes you mean?” Jordan says

“No I mean 10”

“Ok uhh Y/N cause she’s hot” he says. I smile awkwardly. I don’t know why but I feel slightly offended. I’m catcalled by guys all the time because of my voluptuous body and now one of my best friends is doing it.

“Ok do it” Bryan says. Now Bryan looks kinda hurt. What is going on?

Gael takes another swig of his beer and stands up. I stand up as well and we go to the closet.

He shuts the door and I look at him.

“So” I say

“So” he says clenching his jaw again.

“Are you ok?” I ask “Peachy” he says coldly

“Are you-“

“I’m fine Y/N”

“Gael your not what’s going on” he glares at me and rolls his eyes “don’t roll your eyes at me”

“It’s you and Jordan” he says “what about us” I ask angrily. Anger is rising in the both of us and next thing I know we’re both yelling at each other.

“I don’t want him”

“Oh shut up” he says

“Make me” I dare him. He slams me against the wall. I want him to take me right here right now.

“5 minutes guys”

“All I need is 4 to make you cum” he whispers in my ear. I take off my shorts and Gaels strong ass lifts me up pressing me against the wall.

“This is what you want right?” I nod “use your words babygirl”

“Yes Papi” his eyes go dark and I can see that really set him off. He moves my panties to the side and pulls down his shorts letting his dick slap his chiseled torso. He pushes himself into me and I moan rolling my eyes to the back of my head.

“You’re so tight fuck” he begins thrusting thrusting like a wild animal. Gael presses my knees towards the wall until they touch and his eyes go wide as he thrusts deeper.

“You’re so flexible fuck”

“It’s all for you papi please make me cum” I moan. He thrusts harder making my toes curl in pleasure.

“siento que se aprieta en mí (I feel you tightening up on me)” he speaks in my ear.

“Keep going” I beg relentlessly.

“2 minutes”

“Papi I’m so close” I pull his hair slightly and he groans.

“remojar mi bebé (soak me baby)” I bite my lip and hold back my scream as I orgasm right on him. As I’m still cumming he groans and pulls out. I get on my knees opening my mouth and sucking him off feeling his children go down the back of my throat. He groans and scrunches my hair in his hand pushing my head down one last time before releasing me.

“Good?” I ask

“Perfect”

“1 minute” we get dressed and fix ourselves.

“Oh and the Spanish” I say “real turn on” he smirks

“lo haré más a menudo (I’ll do it more often) he winks.

“Time” we open the door and smile.

“So what happened?” Callie asks

“What happens in heaven stays in heaven” I say

“Oops Papi slipped out of Heaven” Davia says. My eyes go wide.

“I’m going to bed” I say

“Are you going for a round 2?”

“Since your so curious yes and I’m driving” I look at Gael with his eyes wide and a smile on his face like you told him we were going to Disney world tomorrow.

“Let’s go” I grab his hand and allow him to lead the way. I smack his ass and the gang gasps.

“You animal” Mariana laughs “have fun and use protection”

“Sure” I yell back

#good trouble #gael martinez #smut #jealousy #tommy martinez #tommy martinez smut #filth #angst

[darkangeldesignstudio]

Mother’s Day

Negan x Reader

Honestly, writing this story was hard. The angst was real and the PTSD was not fun to deal with, but I feel like sharing this story with you all has made me stronger in the long run and I hope you all enjoy it. Remember, if you are ever going through something like this or know someone who is, talk about it, ask for help and know in your heart that, no matter what happens. YOU ARE STRONG!!

Summary: When the world ended, you used it to escape a living hell. Later, found yourself a place to call home in Alexandria. You  and your two children were welcomed into the community and you soon found a friend in the reformed soul of a prisoner named, Negan. Your relationship grows steadily over time and he becomes an irreplaceable part of your family, but when a nightmare from the past rears its ugly head, will your love be enough to keep you alive?

Warnings: Negan’s foul language (as usual), implied smut, talks of mental and physical abuse towards children and women, threats of sexual assault, violence, and death.

Chapter 3

Once every fall, after the harvests were brought in, the communities would host a fair for trading supplies and food and celebrating another year together with friends and families. This year, Alexandria was set to host the fair within its walls.

Everyone was milling around the town, celebrating with food and drink as more people came to join in the festivities. One caravan, carrying passengers from the Hilltop was parking on the streets when you and Nik walked past. You weren't paying much attention to the people around you, more intent to listen to your son's happy ramblings as you went to meet up with Negan, Pat, and Judith.

You felt a chill run the length of your spine, eyes were watching you from somewhere and the sensation was not pleasant. You looked up slowly, trying not to draw attention to yourself, and caught a glimpse of a man standing off to the side. He was leaning against the wagon, head turned away from you as if he was trying hard not to be seen, but he seemed somewhat familiar to you.

After a moment, he turned his face towards you and you froze in fear. It was your ex, Bryan, looking at you with a menacing smile on his face. How was he alive? How did he find you here? And where the hell was Negan?

Quickly, you turned back in the direction you were headed and looked around for Negan. By the time you spotted him, you were on the verge of a massive panic attack. Your eyes connected with Negan's and his face hardened. You shook your head when he took a step in your direction.

Pressing your hand into Nik's back, you pushed him in Negan's direction. “Honey, could you tell Negan to meet me at the gazebo?”

“Sure, mom. Don't forget about singing with everyone tonight.” You smiled at his excitement despite your inner turmoil, he always seemed to bring a smile to your face.

“I won't forget.” You nudged him once more, ushering him forward quickly before turning towards the gazebo.

You stayed vigilant as you went to meet with Negan. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, you didn't see your ex skulking around again before you reached your destination. You only had to wait a moment before Negan's gruff voice greeted you.

“What the fuck is going on? You looked like you saw a ghost back there.” You rolled your eyes at his language, you just couldn't help yourself, but the moment was short lived as you remember what you saw.

“He's here. I don't know how he found us, but he's here and I don't know what to do.” You were almost hysterical by the time you finished. There was no need to say any names, Negan knew who “he” was and what it meant for you.

“That son of a bitch comes anywhere near you or the kids and I will kill him. I don't care if they throw me back in that cell for it, I will fucking gut him like the little cowardly bitch he is.” His fists were clenched so tightly that you feared he would punch the gazebo's support posts in his rage and the last thing you needed was for him to be hurt.

Slowly you took his hand in yours, bringing it up to your face. His palm slowly opened to engulf the side of your face and you settled your cheek softly into his hand. That touch alone was enough to calm your heart and his.

“WE will protect them, Negan. By any means necessary.” Your eyes hardened as you gripped the back of Negan's hand. “I will not let him torment me ever again and no one would put you back in that cell for protecting me.”

A wicked smirk filled Negan's face, his eyes crinkled at the corners when it grew into a full and beaming smile. “There's my bad ass girl. I was starting to think I had lost her.”

He chuckled when you rolled your eyes at him again, but you smiled none the less. Standing on your toes, you planted a swift kiss on his lips before patting his chest. “Come on, lets find the boys. I want to keep an eye on them until we can be sure that asshat has left Alexandria.”

Negan's wrapped his arm around your shoulders and squeezed you gently in reassurance “Don't worry honey, the kids are with safe with Michonne right now. I'll tell her what's going on when we get there and she will put the guards on alert. The boys never have to know he was ever here.” His lips pressed softly to the top of your head as you walked back to where the kids were and Negan pulled Michonne to the side to do just that. Despite the danger, you felt safer with his assurances.

The fair continued without incident and you began to think you had just imagined seeing Bryan there in the first place, he never approached you or the kids. You weren't sure if it was because someone made him leave or he just didn't care all that much about you all anymore, either way, you were relieved

Until, just as you were walking towards the stage, you realized both of your assumptions were incorrect. He was yards away from the stage, smiling right at you despite the two guards standing at his back. You did your best to ignore him, Negan was with the kids in the crowd and, even if he could shake his guards, there were far too many people around for him to approach. Raising your chin in a sign of confidence, you walked quickly onto the stage, determined to power through your fear.

You sang together with some of the other men and women from the communities The songs were fun, nostalgic, and they made you forget about your ex for the moment. The last song of the night was all yours and you sang it with all of your heart, showing Bryan that he couldn't keep you down. Negan beamed at you with pride filled eyes and you gave him a saucy wink before walking off stage to join him.

A few people stopped to offer you praise for how much of a great time they had had watching everyone sing together. Your friends hugged you quickly before going on their way and soon there was nobody standing between you and your family.

You walked quickly in their direction, but a figure off to your left made you pause. Bryan was leaning against the fence with no guard in sight, but you were running off an immense high from your performance and did the only thing you could think of in that moment. You flipped him the bird and smiled wickedly at him like that bad ass bitch that Negan claimed you to be. The anger on Bryan's face was priceless and gave you a thrill as you walked up to your family.

Negan smiled down at you knowingly. “Great job tonight babe. That was bad ass” From the look in his eyes, you knew that he wasn't just talking about your singing.

You giggled a bit at his grin, laughing out loud when you heard Judith scold him for his language. Negan, being the big softy that he was, apologized to the sweet girl before turning all three of the kids in Michonne's direction.

“Why don't you guys go to Michonne's for the night, I have to talk to your mom about something important.” Pat looked like he was going to protest until Nik piped in.

“Ew, that just means you are gonna go make kissy faces. Nobody wants to see that.” The kids all started to giggle and Negan outright laughed.

“What do you mean? My kissy faces are adorable.” The kids all laughed as Negan made a face like a fish at them promptly scattering in Michonne's direction when he swept you into his arms, dipping you over his arms and kissing you fully on the mouth. You laughed heartily all the way home, ignoring the eyes that followed you.

A short and silent walk got you home safely. Negan was tense and you were worried. About halfway to your house, you had begun to second guess your decision to mock your ex the way you did. What if he tried to get even?

“Stop thinking like that right now, [Y/N]. You stood up for yourself, never be fucking ashamed of that.” Negan's conviction made you feel a bit better. He was right, after all the shit Bryan had done to you in the past, you had the right to be strong.

“You're right. I'm just scared he will do something stupid that will get someone hurt. It wouldn't be the first time something like that happened.” You sighed as Negan's arms wrapped around your waist from behind you.

You could almost feel the evil smile on his face. “I'm looking fucking forward to seeing him try.”

Turning into Negan's body you wrapped your arms around his waist and relaxed into his chest. “Just promise me you wont get hurt.”

Negan's chuckle shook your body. “Who do you think I am doll? I'm no fucking novice when it comes to kicking ass babe. I mean, I may not have Lucille anymore, but I can still hold my own in a fight.”

You sighed internally at his cocky bullshit before looking up into his eyes. Reaching up to him, you cupped his face in your hands. “I know you can hold your own in a fight, Negan. I just worry sometimes. If anything ever happened to you....” You shook your head and looked away, it was too painful to even think about a world without Negan.

His fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I know how you feel darlin. I would be just as damn devastated if something happened to you or the boys. I promise, I will be careful and nothing bad will happen to any of us, even if I have to go to Michonne and beg on my knees for her to do something.”

You smiled brightly up at Negan, tears burned the back of your eyes as you stretched up to meet him. “I love you, Negan.” You whispered those words against his lips just before you molded your body into his and took his mouth in a hot kiss that left you both gasping for air.

Negan looked at you with eyes full of heat and as he picked you up, you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. “I love you too, [Y/N]. And don't you ever fucking forget it.”

Any other words spoken that night were accentuated by moans and sighs and impassioned screams as Negan showed you just how much you meant to him that night. You were his and he was determined to let the whole town know it by morning.

The next morning was quiet, everyone from the other communities had gone home or were readying to leave by the time you and Negan left your bed. Bryan was nowhere to be found and the kids never knew he had been there. Life went on.

#negan #twd negan #the walking dead negan #negan x reader #negan fanfiction #negan's thirst squad #negan's warm weather writing challenge

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History’s Favorite Duo is Back in CABLE AND DEADPOOL ANNUAL #1! David F. Walker & Paco Diaz take readers on a time-travel mission this August!

  New York, NY—May 11, 2018—Deadpool’s got a new job…and to get it done, he’ll need to call in help from his old pal, Cable! This summer, CABLE AND DEADPOOL ANNUAL #1 will bring the two heroes back together in a brand new story from David F. Walker and Paco Diaz, featuring a host of stellar artists who will bring readers a dose of history’s favorite duo!

  When Deadpool is hired to track a woman through time, he assumes it’s your standard, run-of-the-mill rescue mission. But time-hopping villains are no joke, and nothing is ever simple when the Merc With A Mouth is involved! Enter Cable – the only chance Deadpool has of completing his mission without destroying the timestream…or the entire Marvel Universe!

  Don’t miss the epic team-up in CABLE AND DEADPOOL ANNUAL #1, in comic shops this August!

  CABLE AND DEADPOOL ANNUAL #1

Written by DAVID F. WALKER

Art by PACO DIAZ & OTHERS

Cover by CHRIS STEVENS

On Sale 8/15/18

Marvel Reveals New PUNISHER #1 Variant Cover by Mike Zeck!

A new adventure for Frank Castle begins this summer, from Matthew Rosenberg and Riccardo Burchielli!

  New York, NY—May 11, 2018—This August, THE PUNISHER will embark on a brand new adventure via some very capable hands, as Marvel exclusive writer Matthew Rosenberg continues Frank Castle’s story alongside acclaimed artist Riccardo Burchielli!

  The Punisher no longer has the War Machine armor, but he’s retained his newly acquired taste for the big game…and he’s hungry for more. Check out a new remastered variant cover by Mike Zeck with colors by Richard Isanove, and don’t miss PUNISHER #1, in comic shops this August!

  PUNISHER #1

Written by MATTHEW ROSENBERG

Art by RICCARDO BURCHIELLI

Cover by GREG SMALLWOOD

  PUNISHER #1 ZECK REMASTERED VARIANT

On Sale 8/8/18

Marvel and Stitcher Release Season Finale of ‘Wolverine: The Long Night’

As Stitcher Premium’s biggest new launch this year, the show has been called “seriously addictive” and “like IMAX for your ears.”

  NEW YORK CITY – May 7, 2018 – Marvel and top podcast listening service and content network Stitcher (“Heaven’s Gate,” “Katie Couric,” “TheParis Review”) released the final episode of “Wolverine: The Long Night,” Marvel’s first-ever scripted podcast exclusively on Stitcher Premium today. The 10-episode series has received critical acclaim from around the globe and is currently set for wide release across all podcast platforms starting in September 2018.

Recognized as “a masterclass in dramatic realism” by the Financial Times and named by Time Magazine as one of the “50 Best Podcasts to Listen to Right Now,” “Wolverine: The Long Night” has received universal praise for its story, sound production, voice acting, and its thrilling hybrid of mystery and the larger-scale fantasy of the Marvel Universe. The show has also been featured in Mashable, TechCrunch, Wired, Vulture, Studio 360 and more.

“As our first scripted podcast, we are thrilled by the overwhelming response from critics and fans alike,” said Dan Silver, head of platforms and content for Marvel New Media. “With all 10 episodes now available on Stitcher Premium, fans can listen to ‘Wolverine: The Long Night’ in a complete, fully-realized experience that no other medium can offer. As our storytelling continues to grow and evolve, we are excited to explore other opportunities in this space.”

In the finale, Logan and the Agents finally have their long-awaited face to face, and Pierce and Marshall each have to make their hardest decision yet.

  “We’re so excited to see just how strongly our audience has embraced Marvel’s ‘Wolverine: The Long Night,'” said Daniel Osit, general manager of Stitcher Premium. “The show has attracted many new listeners to Stitcher Premium in order to keep up with the latest news out of Burns, Alaska, proving that excellent production and a truly compelling story are worth the cost of entry.”

  With all 10 episodes now available on Stitcher Premium, listeners can follow Sally Pierce (Celia Keenan-Bolger) and Tad Marshall’s (Ato Essandoh) story from start to finish as they arrive in the fictional town of Burns, Alaska, to investigate a series of murders and quickly discover the town lives infear of a serial killer. The agents team up with deputy Bobby Reid (Andrew Keenan-Bolger) to investigate their main suspect, Logan (RichardArmitage). Their search leads them on a fox hunt through the mysterious and corrupt town.

  “This is an extremely visual and visceral story. For Logan, this is a journey of self-discovery, laced with abhorrence. He’s a man of action rather than words – a dynamic character who is at odds with his own existence,” said Armitage. “As we get to know him over 10 episodes, it appears that he’s getting to know himself. His power is his downfall, and his revelation about how to use that power and reconcile with his self-perceived rotten decayed soul builds the complexity of his character. I’m a sucker for a great story, and I really enjoyed the writing for this series. I hope fans feel the same.”

  “Wolverine: The Long Night” was written by award-winning comic book author Ben Percy (“The Wilding,” “Red Moon”) and directed by BrendanBaker (formerly a producer for Radiotopia’s “Love & Radio”) with sound design by Chloe Prasinos (formerly a producer for Gimlet’s “Reply All”).The series is produced by Daniel Fink of Marvel and Jenny Radelet of Stitcher.

  In addition to Armitage, the show’s cast includes notable actors Scott Adsit (“30 Rock”), Bob Balaban (“Moonrise Kingdom”) and Brian StokesMitchell (“Mr. Robot”).

  Also cast in the series are actors Zoe Chao, Chaske Spencer, Jordan Bridges, David Call, Michael J. Burg and Lannon Killea. Chris Gethard, host ofthe popular “Beautiful Stories from Anonymous People” podcast, will also make a cameo appearance.

  For more information, visit www.wolverinepodcast.com.

Marvel Comics News Digest Featuring Infinity Wars and Fantastic Four Marvel Reveals New INFINITY WARS PRIME #1 Cover by George Perez & Richard Isanove! The cosmic adventure from Gerry Duggan and Mike Deodato Jr.

#Annual #cable #Captain America #cover #Deadpool #Fantastic Four #infinity wars #long night #marvel comics #News #Podcast #prime #punisher #stitcher #variant #wolverine

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Losing Power {Bryan Mills (Taken) x Reader}

approx. 700 words

Summary: You and Bryan had planned a date-night-in but the weather alters your evening.

Warnings: F! reader, drabble, fluff

You finally arrived at the entrance to Bryan’s apartment building soaked in the relentless rain that had been coming down for a solid 12 hours. As he fumbled with the keys you had in one bag, half a dozen movies to watch from the rental shop and in the other, the ingredients to make the best lasagna Bryan has ever tasted.

However, mother nature had plans of her own that evening. Instinctually Bryan reached over to the light switch to illuminate the kitchen, but to no avail. It was pitch black darkness. He muttered a couple of swears and vigorously flipped the switch a couple of times to confirm what he wanted least. You have no power. 

“What’s wrong, Bry,” you asked, oblivious to the situation. You were so focused on planning your little ‘date night in’ that the delayed turning on of lights didn’t faze you. 

“Here, let me take those, Love,” he said gesturing to the bags at your side to place them on the counter. “It looks like we’ve lost power because of the storm,” he said slowly and a bit nervous of your reaction, since he knew you were looking forward to this date.

“Well we better get into some dry clothes and layer up then,” you said in all seriousness. You are a natural adaptor, Bryan thought. So ready for whatever the world throws at you. At the both of you, together.

He leads you down the dark hallway until you reach his bedroom. There you both strip down to your underwear and find some dry, comfortable clothes. There is the vague suggestion of light coming through the bedroom windows, allowing you to see the items in his drawers.

“Uhhh, I don’t really have anything in your size, sweetheart. Are these alright?” he asked, holding up a pair of sweatpants. You take them from him and have to roll the waistband a couple of times before you wouldn’t trip on the pant leg.

“Perfect,” you cheer. You also reach for a long sleeve thermal running shirt of his as well as wool socks. You give him a peck on the cheek as ‘payment’ for the clothes and set off to collect the necessary blankets to create a sleeping haven of warmth in the living room. 

As you arrange the blankets and pillows to create the most inviting ambience, out comes Bryan from the hall, only heard by his thunderous footsteps. You plug in the battery pack to the lamp and are greeted with a marvelous sight: Bryan in very loose gray sweatpants and a large cable knit sweater. This isn’t such a bad night after all.

He nestled into the cozy set up you prepared on the reclining chair and opened his arms wide for you. “C’mere, Love,” is all you needed to hear before practically jumping into his lap and settling in the crook of his neck.

You both giggle as he tightens his hold around your body, not letting an inch of skin be exposed to the cold air. As the giggle subside you hear Bryan let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry our plans got ruined," Bryan murmured, his voice laced with regret. "I know how much you were looking forward to tonight."

You tilted your head up to look into his eyes, seeing a sincere look on his face. “It’s okay,” you said while tracing shapes on his chest. “I’m just glad to be with you, no matter what it is we are doing.”

Bryan pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. 

After a beat of silence he let his intrusive thoughts win. "I hate the thought of you being alone in the dark like this," he admitted, his voice soft but resolute.

“Hush, hush, big bear,” you said, cuddling impossibly closer. “I'm not alone tonight. I have my handsome man to protect me," you said locking your hands around his neck.

Bryan felt proud in that moment, happy that his girl was happy. He leaned down to have your heads rest on each other.

By morning there would be power, he thought, and you could resume your date night just as it was planned.

#liam neeson #liam neeson fan fiction #qui gon jinn #liam neeson x reader #liam neeson fan fic #qui gon jinn x reader #star wars #qui-gon jinn x reader #qui gon #love actually #taken #bryan mills #bryan mills x reader #taken movie

[porlockstompf]

READING DE NACHT READING 2017

                                                            my favourite books of the year

my overall favourite book of the year:

     david keenan “this is memorial device” [faber & faber] (2017)

POST-CYBERPUNKSTOMPF:

01 nick harkaway "gnomon" (2017) 02 kim stanley robinson "new york 2140" (2017) 03 m john harrison "you should come with me" (2017) 04 gardner dozois (ed) "the year's best science fiction: thirty-fourth annual collection" (2017) 05 james morrow "the asylum of dr. caligari" (2017)

06 annalee newitz "autonomous" (2017) 07 cory doctorow "walkaway" (2017) 08 dave hutchinson "acadia" (2017)   + dave hutchinson "slow companions" (2017) 09 ed finn (ed) visions, ventures, escape velocities: a collection of space futures" (2017) 10 bryan thomas schmidt (ed) "infinite stars" (2017)

11 allan kaster "the year's top hard science fiction stories" (2017) 12 nina allen "the rift" (2017) 13 charles stross "the delirium brief" (2017) 14 simon morden "at the speed of light" (2017) 15 ada palmer "seven surrenders" (2017) & "the will to battle" (2017)

16 yoon ha lee "raven stratagem" (2017) 17 john joseph adams (ed) "cosmic powers" (2017) 18 mur lafferty "six wakes" (2017) 19 taiyo fujii "orbital cloud" (2017) 20 andrew bannister "creation machine" (2016)     + andrew bannister "iron gods" (2017)

21 gareth l powell "entropic angel & other stories" (2017) 22 ann leckie "provenance" (2017) 23 monica louzon (ed) "catalysts, explorers & secret keepers: women of sf" 24 ian mconald "wolf moon" (2017) 25 neal stephenson & nicole galland "the rise & fall of d.o.d.o." (2017)

26 adam roberts "the real-town murders" (2017) 27 tim pratt "the wrong stars" (2017) 28 jim c. hines "terminal alliance" (2017) 29 charles stross "the empire games" (2017) 30 james s.a. corey "persepolis rising" (2017)     + james s.a. corey "strange dogs" (2017)

31 allen steele "avengers of the moon (captain future)" (2017) 32 neal asher "infinity engine [transformation III]" (2017) 33 jason m. hough "injection burn" (2017)   + jason m. hough "escape velocity" (2017) 34 donna scott (ed) "best of british science fiction 2016"/una mccormack "star of the sea" (2016) 35 david marusek "upon this rock"/john scalzi "collapsing empire" (2017)

& a couple of re-readings: richard k. morgan "takeshi kovacs trilogy" in view of the coming netflix series and colin harvey "damage time" (2010) ... no further reason needed!

STOMPF KLASSIK:

01 matthew mcintosh "the mystery.doc" (2017)

02 sébastien roger "les désordres du monde. walter benjamin à port-bou" (2017) 03 laurent binet "hhhh" (2012) 04 + laurent binet "the 7th function of language" (2017) 05 jean echenoz "special envoy" (2017)

06 paul stanbridge "forbidden line" (2016) 07 ryu murakami "tokyo decadence (2016) 08 aifric campbell "the semantics of murder" (2008) 09 mark vernon "darker with the day" (2017) 10 magnus mills "the forensic records society" (2017)

GEDÄCHTNISSTOMPF:

01 mckenzie wark "general intellects: 25 thinkers for the 21st century" (2017) 02 claude lefort "wat is politiek?" (2016) 03 ger groot & sam ijsseling "dankbaar en aandachtig" (2013) 04 martin heidegger "beiträge zur philosophie (vom ereignis)" (2003) 05 hannah arendt "totalitarisme" (2014)

06 daniel birnbaum & kim west "life on sirius: the situationist international & the exhibition of art" (2016) 07 ger groot "de geest is uit de fles" (2017) 08 sean gaston "the impossible mourning of jacques derrida" (2006) 09 bas heijne "onbehagen: nieuw licht op de beschaafde mens" (2016) 10 giorgio colli "ecrits sur nietzsche" (2017)

11 frédéric neyrat "échapper à l'horreur" (2017) 12 slavoj zizek "against the double blackmail, refugees, terror & other troubles with the neighbours" (2017) 13 henning mankell "quicksand" (2016) 14 jacques rancière "en quel temps vivons-nous? conversations avec eric hazan" (2017) 15 alain badiou "je vous sais si nombreux... " (2017)

16 alain badou & jean-luc nancy "la tradition allemande dans la philosophie" (2017) 17 tom mccarthy "typewriters bombs jellyfish [essays]" (2017) 18 valeria luiselli "tell me how it ends: an essay in 40 questions" (2017) 19 fredric jameson "raymond chandler: the detections of totality" (2016) 20 umberto eco "chronicles of a liquid society" (2017)

POLARSTOMPF:

01 chris petit "pale horse riding" (2017)   + chris petit "the butchers of berlin" (2016)   + chris petit "the human pool" (2002)   + chris petit "the psalm killer" (1996)

02 john le carré "a legacy of spies" (2017) 03 david hewson "sleep baby sleep" (2017) 04 mick herron "slow horses" (2010)   + mick herron "dead lions" (2013)   + mick herron "the list" (2015)   + mick herron "real tigers" (2016)   + mick herron "spook street" (2017) 05 jussi adler-olsen "the scarred woman" (2017)

06 jo nesbo "the thirst" (2017) 07 ben fergusson "the spring of kasper meier" (2014) 08 e.o. chirovici "the book of mirrors" (2017) 09 toni coppers "de zaak magritte" (2017) 10 james r. tuck "mama tried (crime fiction inspired by outlaw country music)" (2016)

YOUNGADULTSTOMPF:

01 philip pullman "la belle sauvage" (2017)

PLATTERSTOMPF:

01 cosey fanni tutti "art sex music" (2017) 02 david keenan "this is memorial device" (2017) 03 joanne demers "drone and apocalypse" (2015) 04 + joanne demers "listening through the noise" (2010) 05 robert barry "the music of the future" (2017)

06 richard cabut & andrew gallix (eds) "punk is dead: modernity killed every night" (2017) 07 butt gavin, kodwo eshun, & mark fisher (eds) "post punk then and now" (2016)" 08 sandra garrido "why are we attracted to sad music" (2016) 09 tomas serrien "klank: een filsofie van de muzikale ervaring" (2017) 10 marlies de munck "waarom chopin de regen niet wilde horen" (2017)

11 daniel warner "live wires" (2017) 12 will carruthers "playing the bass with three left hands" (2016) 13 steve hanley "the big midweek-life inside the fall (2016) 14 tex perkins "tex" (2017) 15 mark lanegan "i am the wolf" (2017)

17 simon reynolds "shock & awe" (2016) 18 andrew o'neill "a history of heavy metal" (2017) 19 bryan ray turcotte "the fucked up reader" (2007) 10 bob batchelor (ed) "literary cash" (2017) 20 simon webb "a 1970s teenager. from bell-bottoms to disco dancing" (2013)

         both bell-bottoms and disco dancing can be had @ muntpunt !

POESISSTOMPF:

01 jonty tiplady "zam bonk dip" (2010) 02 murray lachlan young "how freakin' zeitgeist are you?" (2017)

BILDERSTOMPF:

01 peter-andré bloch "sils-maria - "l'île bienheureuse" pour nietzsche" (2017)

02 willem vanhuyse "atlas van de imaginaire verklaringen: het complete handboek vor de 'patafysicus'" (2017) 03 reinhard kleist "nick cave: mercy on me" (2017) 04 william gibson "archangel (a graphic novel)" (2017) 05 a. uderzo, didier conrad & jean-yves ferri "astérix et la transitalique" (2017)

WISSENSCHAFTSTOMPF:

01 thibault damour & mathieu burniat "mysteries of the quantum universe" (2017) 02 brian cox & jeff forshaw "universal: a journey through the cosmos" (2017)

HUMOURSTOMPF:

01 james acaster "james acaster's classic scrapes" (2017)

02 chris wade “the story of derek and clive” (2017)

CYCLOSTOMPF:

01 frederik bakelandt "grinta! de bergen: 10 legendarsche wielercols" (2017)

02 lucien van impe & filip osselaer "de dag dat ik de tour verloor" (2017) 03 jonas heyerick & jelle vermeersch "bahamontes #17-#20" (2017) 04 frank strack "the hardmen: legends of the cycling gods" (2017) 05 matthias m. r. declercq "de val" (2017)

… tsundoku !

may your home be safe from tigers, leroy, x HNY!

the TBR pile grew with...

lászló krasznahorkai "the world goes on" (2017) samanta schweblin "fever dream" (2017)

peter mark, peter helman & penny snyder (eds) "the mountains in art history" (2017)

alvin lucier (ed) "eight lectures on experimental music" (2017) rhian e jones & eli davies "under my thumb: songs that hate women and the women who love them" (2017)

arne dahl "watching you" (2017) philip kerr "prussian blue" (2017) antti tuomainen "the man who died" (2017) jon michelet "the frozen women" (2017) nicolás obregón "blue light yokohama" (2017)

alex lamb "exodus" (2017) c robert cargill "sea of rust" (2017) chris brookmyre "places in the darkness" (2017) d nolan clark "forgotten worlds" & "forbidden suns" (2017) dan moren "the caledonian gambit" (2017) elizabeth moon "cold welcome" (2017) ferrett steinmetz "the uploaded" (2017) greg egan "dichronauts" (2017) ian whates "the ion raider" (2017) jaine fenn "the martian job" (2017) jamie sawyer "pariah" (2017)

jeff noon "a man of shadows" (2017) joe m mcdermott "the fortress at the end of time" (2017) joe zieja "communication failure" (2017) john kessel "the moon and the other" (2017) john meaney "destructor function" (2017) jonathan strahan (ed) "best sf &f of the year vol 11" & "infinity wars" (2017) kameron hurley "the stars are legion" (2017) kay kenyon "at the table of wolves" (2017) malka older "null states" (2017) marina j. lostetter "noumenon" (2017)

martha wells "all systems red" (2017) neil clark (ed) "galactic empires" & "more human than human" (2017) paul mcauley "austral" (2017) r.e. stearns "barbary station" (2017) robert kroese "last iota" (2017) sage walker "the man in a tree" (2017) stephen baxter "obelisk" (2017) + stephen baxter "the massacre of mankind" (2017) sulari gentill "crossing the lines" (2017) the justified ancients of mu mu “2023 a trilogy” (2017) wendy n. wagner "an oath of dogs" (2017)

#rewind 2017

[socialdiarychronicles]

24 Children’s Books To Read To Your Kids In Honor Of Black History Month

24 Children’s Books to Read to Your Kids in Honor of Black History Month. And year-round, of course. 

By #TaylorPittman 

February marks #BlackHistoryMonth , and story-time is just one of the many occasions when you can teach your kids about the accomplishments of black pioneers and trailblazers.

Children’s books are famously bad at embracing diversity. In 2016, the Cooperative Children’s Book Center at the University of Wisconsin-Madison found that out of 3,400 kids’ books, fewer than one-quarter of them featured a main character who was black, Asian, Latino or Native American. So it’s vital that parents share the books that are available with their kids.

Luckily, there are many helpful resources putting these titles within close reach. For Black History Month, Lee & Low Books, a multicultural children’s book publisher, offers helpful book recommendations. Every day in February, The Brown Bookshelf highlights a different black author or illustrator and their work. Helping Kids Rise also participates in a #ReadingBlackout (an initiative to read books by black authors) at the encouragement of YouTuber Denise Cooper.

With suggestions from the organizations above, plus some others, we put together a list of kids’ books by black authors, about black figures or focused on black culture.

Here are 24 books to read to your child during Black History Month, and year-round, of course.

#1 “Tiny Stitches: The Life of Medical Pioneer Vivien Thomas”

#TinyStitches highlights the accomplishments of #VivienThomas, an often-forgotten pioneer in the world of surgical technology. (By #GwendolynHooks , illustrated By #ColinBootman )

#2 “Look What Brown Can Do!”

Called a “modern black history book,” #LookWhatBrownCanDo teaches readers about inspiring contributions to black history and encourages kids to dream big. (By #TMarieHarris , illustrated By #NedaIvanova)

#3 “Baby Flo: Florence Mills Lights Up the Stage”

#BabyFlo tells the story of #TheHarlemRenaissance figure #FlorenceMills , who was known for her talents in singing, dancing and comedy. (By #AlanSchroeder , illustrated By #CorneliusVanWright and #YingHwaHu )

#4 “I Have A Dream”

#IHaveaDream offers an illustrated version of Dr. #MartinLutherKingJr .’s inspiring speech about the importance of equality. (By #DrMartinLutherKingJr ., illustrated By #KadirNelson )

#5 “Coretta Scott”

#KadirNelson also illustrated this book about #CorettaScottKing , the civil rights activist and leader who married Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (By #NtozakeShange , illustrated by Kadir Nelson)

#6 “Hidden Figures: The True Story of Four Black Women and the Space Race”

You’ve probably seen the movie, #HiddenFigures starring #TarajiPHenson , #OctaviaSpencer , #JanelleMonae , #KevinCostner , #KirstenDunst , #AldisHodge , #MahershalaAli& #JimParsons , but you can also use reading time to introduce the black women whose hard work and perseverance advanced the space race. (By #MargotLeeShetterly with #WinifredConkling and illustrated by #LauraFreeman )

#7 “Bippity Bop Barbershop”

#BippityBopBarbershop highlights the role barbershops play in black culture, and what it’s like to conquer your fears as a child. (By #NatashaAnastasiaTarpley and illustrated by #EBLewis )

#8 “Little Leaders: Bold Women in Black History”

#LittleLeaders includes a variety of stories about black women who never backed down in the face of adversity. (By #VashtiHarrison )

#9 “The Story of Ruby Bridges“

This book tells the story of #RubyBridges , who became the first African-American child to integrate a white southern elementary school. (By #RobertColes and illustrated by #GeorgeFord )

#10 “I, Too, Am America”

Bryan Collier presents an illustrated version of Langston Hughes’ famous poem “ #ITooAmAmerica ” (By #LangstonHughes and illustrated by #BryanCollier )

#11 “Mae Among the Stars”

#MaeJemison was the first African-American woman in space, and this book shares her dreams as a child, her hard work and ultimately, her success in and out of space. (By #RodaAhmed and illustrated by #StasiaBurrington )

#12 “Rosa”

With this book, kids can learn about #RosaParks ‘ bravery and resilience as she refused to give up her bus seat in Alabama, playing an important role in the civil rights movement. (By #NikkiGiovanni and illustrated by #BryanCollier )

#13 “Last Stop on Market Street”

#LastStopOnMarketStreet highlights the relationship between a child and his grandmother, who shows him what he’s overlooking in their day-to-day life. (By #MattdelaPena and illustrated By #ChristianRobinson )

#14 “Juneteenth for Mazie”

In #JuneteenthforMazie , kids can accompany the titular character #Mazie as she celebrates Juneteenth, the day in 1865 that marked the end of slavery in the United States, even though #PresidentAbrahamLincoln had passed the Emancipation Proclamation two years earlier. (By #FloydCooper )

#15 “Princess Hair”   

#PrincessHair encourages black girls to embrace their hair in all it’s many forms. (By #ShareeMiller )

#16 “Minty: A Story of Young Harriet Tubman”

#Minty tells a fictionalized version of the backstory of #HarrietTubman , a significant figure in black history who led enslaved people to #freedom on the #UndergroundRailroad. (By #AlanSchroeder and illustrated By #JerryPinkney )

#17 “Malcolm Little: The Boy Who Grew Up to Become Malcolm X”

#MalcolmX ‘s daughter #IlyasahShabazz offers a look into her father’s story and how he became a prominent figure in the fight for civil rights. (By #IlyasahShabazz and illustrated By #AGFord ) #MalcolmLittle  

#18 “Ellington Was Not a Street”

Poet #NtozakeShange tells the stories of her community and how it’s members, despite the obstacles in their way, persevered. (By #NtozakeShange and illustrated By #KadirNelson )

#19 “Ron’s Big Mission”

#RonsBigMission shares the accomplishments of #RonaldMcNair , an American physicist and #NASA astronaut who died during the #SpaceShuttleChallenger launch, and the lesser-known story of how he helped integrate a library as a kid. (By #RoseBlue and #CorinneNaden and illustrated By #DonTate )

#20 “Bronzeville Boys and Girls”

Kids can learn the importance of community by reading Gwendolyn Brooks’ poems about Chicago’s #Bronzeville section. (By #GwendolynBrooks and illustrated By #FaithRinggold )

#21 “Sweet Clara and the Freedom Quilt”

This 1995 classic is a fictional story of a seamstress who helps fellow enslaved people find freedom on the #UndergroundRailroad using a quilt. (By #DeborahHopkinson and illustrated By #JamesRansome )

#22 “The Snowy Day”

#TheSnowyDay was one of the first children’s books to focus on a non-caricatured African-American character. It remains a favorite for both parents and kids. (By #EzraJackKeats )

#23 “The Nutcracker in Harlem”

#TheNutcrackerInHarlem book is a twist on the classic holiday tale, set during the #HarlemRenaissance . (By #TEMcMorrow and illustrated By #JamesRansome )

#24 “Yesterday I Had The Blues”

#YesterdayIHadTheBlues offers insight for kids about openly discussing their emotions and the colors associated with them. (By #JeronAshfordFrame and illustrated By #RGregoryChristie )

Source: https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/black-history-month-books_us_5a79a9a8e4b018ad89502122

[lothals-moons]

°Taking requests for Liam Neeson characters!°

I went on my usual depressive fanfiction reading spree last night and intended on reading some Liam Neeson stuff only to find that my OWN WORK FOR QUI-GON IS THE ONLY LIAM NEESON FANFICTION OUT THERE.

So I'm currently taking requests for these following Liam Neeson characters below:

Briar gates [Next of kin - 1989]

Bryan mills [taken]

Qui-Gon Jinn [star wars: the phantom menace]

Mike McCain [The ice road]

John "Hannibal" Smith [The A team]

Feel obliged to request if you want while I go write some stuff for this man.

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(loveable) grump ツ

This is what Bryan looks like doing errands with you. He has a major resting bitch face, but not for you. He is not happy to be around so many people in the grocery store, pharmacy, or even at the park but having you at his side makes up for the annoying people surrounding your space.

He only softens his gaze when it reaches you, looking up at him as you lean into his chest waiting for the pedestrian light to signal walking. He will use one hand to wrap around your waist until the light changes and he'll grab your hand to guide the way.

You love the new pudge of his belly forming from his affinity for your homecooked meals. Despite the teasing he gets from his pals, he hasn't lost an ounce of his strength, but you are loving his new dad-bod nevertheless. and you let him know on the daily.

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[liam-neesons-best-girl]

How would he treat you on your period . . .

Summary: How different Liam Neeson characters would care for you when you are having your period

Pairings: Qui-Gon Jinn x reader, Daniel (Love Actually) x reader, Bryan Mills (Taken) x reader

Warning: topical mention of periods (nothing graphic), F! reader, fluffy drabble

Qui-Gon Jinn (Star Wars)

Qui-Gon could sense it coming on before you, so he prepares

He makes sure to leave the Jedi temple early to meet you when you arrive home. He cooks you dinner and draws you a bath

He offers you space or cuddles depending on how you feel

To relax he braids your hair, and using your doe eyes on him, he turns his back to you so you can braid his hair

When you go to bed you can see he took the weighted blanket out from the linen closet and has a heating pad and glass of water at your bed side table

Qui-Gon offers you a spare pillow for your neck or back but you say to him, "your chest is the most comfortable spot to lay" and he obliges

He'll glide his hands up and down your arms until you drift off to sleep

Daniel (Love Actually)

Daniel is a bit out of practice with the inner workings of lady parts since his wife's passing and being a man in general (lol)

Before you are set to go over to his place he runs to the drug store to make the effort of welcoming you to the flat, but boy is he lost

He'll go up and down the feminine hygiene aisle with Sam looking like a lost puppy

"Aren't they all the same?" Sam would ask "You'd think, Sam-o, but somehow they are all slightly different," is all Daniel could respond with

After some time, he would just take a guess on a product he thinks he has seen in your purse and hopes for the best

Daniel will also ask Sam to run to the candy aisle and get a bag of what you like and Sam will come to the check out counter with five bags and say, "well she has one every month, and these are on sale"

When you arrive to his flat and see the grocery bags on the counter you tear up a bit and Daniel thinks he royally messed up but you pull him and Sam into a tight, gratitude filled hug

Bryan Mills (Taken) 

For a man who is a former CIA agent and a rough exterior, he always has a soft spot for his girl, especially when you are feeling bloated or are hard on yourself

Bryan is not the 'comforting' type, however, he knows just his presence puts you at ease so he won't leave your side

You'll cling to him like a koala bear and all he can do is laugh it off since he secretly enjoys the closeness and not having to have his guard up with you

If you have trouble sleeping and reach for a benadryl tablet he will snag it out of your hands and read the drug facts on the side three times over before giving you the appropriate dosage. He is always cautious - especially when it comes to your well being

He'll offer a you a back or foot massage as you cozy up into bed, trying to be as helpful as he can to relive any tension you have knowing your cramps are out of his control

You opt to sleep in loose fitting shorts and one of his t-shirts and he loves it. There is something primal within him that loves to his girl wearing his clothes, dwarfing her frame

Before he can rest he makes sure nothing will disturb you through the night. Checking the thermostat, your alarm clock, drawing the blinds and cracking the window slightly. He breaths a sigh of relief to see you sound asleep and spoons you until morning

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