#i'm sorry bry

[theflamesbeyond]

32 33 44 50 FOR the beautiful and glorious Miss Mara 💍

Awww!!! Thank you, Bry!!! :')

32. Is Shepard the type to give speeches?

I don't think she likes to; she's thoughtful and emotional, but for most of her life she's been a solitary and secretive person, so she isn't the best at communicating her thoughts and feelings. She didn't have a choice but to improve her communication and public speaking skills after becoming captain of the Normandy, but even by the end of Mass Effect 3 it's still not something she's entirely comfortable with. She feels nervous when she gives speeches, but she's good at hiding it.

33. What does the council think of their first human spectre?

I answered this question in this ask! :)

44. Does collateral damage matter to Shepard?

It does, yes. She tries to avoid collateral damage at all costs. When something goes wrong, and someone gets hurt as a result, it pains her greatly. She'll spend months, sometimes years, after an incident thinking about what she could have done differently to prevent it; even when she's concluded the answer's 'nothing'.

50. What was the last thing (non-email) Shepard read?

I answered this question too, in this ask! :) However, I can expand on it by saying that Mara's also very interested in cultures and religions other than her own, especially those of her teammates; she read a translation of the Justicar Code after recruiting Samara, and translations of drell religious texts after befriending Thane, as examples.

Link to ask meme.

Previous asks: 1, 2, 3.

#thank you again bry!!! #these were tough questions but i enjoyed answering them #i'm sorry it took me until now!!! you know how it is working full time lol #mara #ask meme

[powerseeking]

“  YAMATO  “ ,  ‘  a legendary sword that was once wielded by his father Sparda, who originally created it alongside the Sparda and Rebellion when the Dark Knight split his power into three pieces, and was named by him to embody a "god of death" ‘.

         DO NOT REBLOG.   /   Thanks to Sparda bestowing a name and identity upon Yamato, in a similar case to Rebellion, Yamato was able to form their own ‘ existence ‘ as a unique devil arm that was not orginally created from a ‘demons soul’ transforming into a weaon, but instead through spardas own craft and share of power; hence they share a lot of similar design motifs with Sparda’s demon form.

Yamato is also a gender-less entity, but just like Rebellion, has taken a shine to being referred to with she/her ( but is also fine with they/them/it too. )

She is a calm, respected but stern demon with an air of authority to them that is loyal just like Rebellion. And like the other blade, is fiercely protective ; having great respect for sparda ( and care for eva ), both she and Rebellion swore to watch over and protect sparda’s sons after they were born, willing to do anything for their master. She is akin to a guardian and even to this day, continues to watch over his eldest son, Vergil. 

Similar to Rebellion, she has something akin to a mother-like instint with Vergil too. Where she wishes to support on top of protect vergil; the reason why she responded to his call for power, so that he could protect himself but also be able to get through this ( which in turn, activated his devil trigger ). 

To act in his mothers place ( fulfuilling eva’s role ) by going to her son, so that she could protect and save him; especially because after being accepted and chosen by vergil ( despite picking him telepathically ) when sparda bestowed the boys with the blades she had established a connection with vergil and could sense him, especially once his blood had been spilled, allowing her to find vergil prior to his mother ( in turn, yamato wishing to aid Sparda’s wife, but protect the children with sparda no longer being around too ).

 However, vergil missinterpretated the gesture and thus this has diminished over the years due to Yamato appealing more to her wielders want for power and due to being seen more solely as a weapon by him too. But yamato’s presence is still soothing; she just wishes to do whatever is in her power to help vergil aquire his goal, even if she doesn’t truly agree with it, because its all she can do for him in the end.

Due to her nature, and like Rebellion, yamato is notably always in her devil arm form too ( there are rare times she will take her phsyical form ; although due to how vergil uses her she can’t as much or at all nowadays compared to when he was growing up on the run ; if she did use her phsyical form, she would do it while vergil was unaware i.e unconcious ) and although she doesn’t have a ‘face’ like Rebellion she can still sense and see all that happens around her, especially due to the subconcious connection to Vergil despite being unable to communicate with him telepathically speech wise.

Yamato can be said to be the embodiment of Sparda's 'judgement' ; hereby through his decision based on an individuals merits and demerits ( one's heart and mind ). Yamato would either give rise to death ( erasure ) or rebirth ( renewal. ) Yamato could be judge, juror and executor in one.  A sword that can be a key to redemption ( or retribution ), playing into spardas sense of justice ; the scales of justice. 

What one is willing to give up ( sacrifice ) in order to judge ; one self, or others ; death to the past, to start a new beginning. ( just like sparda had done so. )

Outside of the blade embodying spardas ‘judgement’, it also symbolizes power, and protection; Yamato seperating the demon and human world to give humanity the chance sparda judged it deserved, and cast the demon world into ‘death’ due to its missdeads. ( which also works into how Yamato is a key to true hell gates, but can also seal or destroy them too. )

Choice and seperation being a key part of judgement; working in tangent with the core essence of Rebellion. Which also works as well with the swords ability to cut through space and time; to teleport oneself between both worlds ; and how it can cut through anything, nothing shall be left un-judged and shall face the blade.

But what one does with yamato is entirely dependent on the hands of the beholder ; similar to what you see throughout the franchise with how yamato is used differently depending on the ‘choices’ and ‘idealodgy’ of the person wielding her.  In either case, the sword can bestow the wielder with great power; which can be corrupted if the wielder is not ‘balanced’ or wishes to seek for more power  —   with great power comes great responsbility.

Yamato is Rebellions opposite, notably in terms of purposes and what prowess they do possess ; although Rebellion is powerful, Yamato has been noted to be a more powerful blade behind Force edge ( due to being the second fordged blade with Rebellion being the last one ), but can be missused much easier to Rebellion; this is why Sparda trusted his eldest son with the blade, despite not predicting how his son goes on to use it in future. 

But the blade is equally at its strongest when working in union with Rebellion.

It is also a blade that can much more easily blend in with the human world too due to its design, compared to spardas other weapons  —  or most devil arms in general  —  due to the fact that on apperance it doesn’t look like a demonic blade and infact fits more with how blades look in the human world ( an elegant, traditional blade at that too ). 

But in the end, it was a trusted blade of spardas and was one that if the situation called for it, can seperate man and demon due to its ability’s ( that vergil does not learn of until in the future ); a way for sparda to seperate himself if he had to unify himself once again, casting ‘death’ to his demon side.

The sword is also extrodinary in the fact that despite the fact anyone can pick up the blade and use it, it will only react to the blood of a sparda; they’re the only ones who can truly use the blade to its full potential ( because to an extent, similar to rebellion, the blade can bring out the wielders true potential ), but also repair the blade if it has been shattered too ( i.e dmc4 ). It is because of this, how the blade helped awaken vergils demon heritage when he was still a child.  

In the end, yamato is a mesmerizing and beautiful blade that is deadly.

#･ †▐░▒ devil he may be but a heart is still present ; deep down it aches ╱ headcanons ･ #this post is so long i'm so sorry shjsfhj #I LOVE ONE DEMON SFJHSFHJFHJFS #yamato is so pretty i just love #god bless bry for helping me with the design (and also drawing it for me too FSHJSFHJSF) #yamato is such an intricate blade #and honestly fascinating so this is my interpretation on the blades meaning - and reasoning #for why sparda made it #and this post also goes off the back of my other yamato blade headcanon (thats more based on vergils aspect towards it + #with some tidbits about yamato themselves too) #but a lot of inspiration is from what happens in the games + the 'yama' meaning behind the blade too #and going off brys headcannons with rebellion too ^^ #the blades just work /SO/ perfectly together screams #and hopefully it all makes sense fshjsfh #･ †▐░▒ doppelganger crafts ╱ twins art | edits ･ #tw blood / #ask to tag /

[billthedrake]

BACK IN THE GAME

"Damn, bro... you got magic hands."

Kent Green said it as a joke, but it was true. His best friend Bryan knew how to give a fucking neck message. And after going hard on shoulders at the gym, his buddy's strong fingers were working out the knot just right.

"I must be doing something right, bro. You're getting a fucking boner."

Kent blushed. He was close with Bry, but over the last half a year had gotten closer. He still had a lot of hang ups, though. "Sorry, man."

"Don't be sorry," Bryan said. His voice was crazy deep, deeper than Kent's still frat-bro affect. That baritone also fed his boner. "I like getting you hard, man." Those fingers were working deeper into Kent's traps now. "When was the last time you got laid?"

"You mean besides us fooling around?"

"Yeah, bro. Besides that."

Kent let out a sigh. "Fuck, Bryan. Too long. Ten, maybe eleven months?" He turned his head to look back. Bryan had a great body but was more regular looking, not a pretty boy. But the 25-year-old had a gruff handsomeness that grew on you. Kent tried not to crush out on his workout buddy and just enjoy the sex that happened when it happened. "I guess I'm a little messed up."

Bryan gave him a wry smile and removed his hands, patting the platelike pecs of Kent's chest. Kent had a leaner, taller build than Bryan but the dude's muscle was harder, more compact even. Bry sometimes teased his bud for being the golden boy - blond, college educated, from a well-off background. They were polar opposites in a lot of ways but had bonded at the serious bro gym they went to. Working out together, even cycling together.

"Not messed up, dude," Bryan assured him. "I just hate to see a dude like you blue balled."

Kent laughed. He leaned into Bryan's warm, muscular body. He had a good feeling sex was gonna happen. Post-workout sex, which was the best kind. But neither man was rushing it. "What about you, bro? You getting laid."

"Yup," came that deep voice. Then with hesitation, Bryan added, "I gotta boyfriend, actually."

That made Kent's body tense. They'd never talked about being gay. Kent, for the record, wasn't or at least didn't think of himself that way. He'd compartmentalized the fucking around with Bryan, too. Now his friend was putting it all out there.

"That's cool," he said softly.

"Am I weirding you out, bro?" Bryan asked. That bariton almost scratchy soft in its question.

"A little. But not really," Kent said. The spell had been broken, though, he scooted up away from Bryan, turning to face forward on the couch. He still had the erection his buddy's hands had given him, but that wasn't going down fast. "Sorry, man," he started. "I'm a little messed up in the head."

Bryan grimaced and nodded. "I guess I'm not the best at respecting the bro code," he said with a self-deprecating laugh. He settled back into his previous seating position, from before he offered the neck massage. But Kent could see that telltale thick rod poking up Bry's workout shorts, too.

Kent wished he didn't feel the sexual attraction he did. "So... who is this guy?"

"His name's Chris," Bryan said. Bashful as he spoke, but it was weird for Kent to see an almost kidlike glee in that gruff dude face as Bryan described his love interest. "He's kind of a normal dude, not a muscle guy like us... we've been going out for a couple months now."

That surprised Kent. "What the fuck? For real?" Then, "does he know about... you know..." he gestured between him and Bry.

Bryan nodded. "Not specifically, but he knows I play around. He does too when he travels."

"That's cool," Kent said. He felt dumb, and wondered if gay dudes were always easygoing like that.

The two sat on the sofa, a little awkward but that sexual chemistry not yet gone as their eye contact grew heavier.

"Bro..." Bryan started. "You wanna fool around? Like I say, Chris is cool with it. He's probably nailing some dude in a hotel room in Miami right now," he added with a chuckle.

Kent thought for a second. The gay thing added a layer of doubt to all of this, but at the end of the day this was still Bryan. He knew they could have fun and still be buds after. He gave a nod and shot Bryan a grin. "If you're up for it, bro... yeah, I'm pretty hard up right now."

"Hell yeah you are," Bryan grinned as he stood up off the couch, his boner pretty hard. He peeled off his workout shirt and involuntarily flexed a little as he tossed it aside. He was on a gaining cycle, as was Kent, but his beefy genes made the bulk that much bigger and more vascular looking.

Kent took in the vision and decided if he was gonna be gay for a dude, this was the kind of man he was into. A muscle guy like him. Even bigger than him. He stood up and followed suit, and by the time his shirt cleared his head, Bryan's hands were on his chest, lightly dusted with blond fur.

"You decided to stop shaving," Bryan observed, his fingers exploring the striated muscle be beneath the soft hair.

"Yeah," Kent chuckled. "Too much fucking work."

Bryan looked up from the chest and into Kent's eyes. His own brown eyes playful and a smile forming on that gruff face. "You think you could help me out this weekend? Chris likes me smooth."

This was weird as fuck, Kent thought, but he was strangely turned on. "Yeah, bro," he said. And like that the two buddies were lip locked. And Kent was now openly feeling up that magnificent bulking bod. Indeed he could feel the bristle short chest hairs starting to come in, and he imagined all that Bryan Walker beef shaved baby smooth...

"Let's take it to the bedroom, bro," Bryan hissed, reaching down to cup his buddy's erection for a second before stepping back and leading the way.

It had been a couple of months since they'd done this. Usually it was a quick BJ swap. But Kent felt a thrill as he watched that bulked up back and that meaty ass, evident beneath the gym shorts even. And fuck, even Bry's hamstrings and calved were off the charts. An inspiration.

The two twenty-something men were horny but they took their time. Getting naked, embracing on Bryan's queen sized bed, rolling around, making out. For all of Kent's hang ups, he'd never balked at the kissing part. Maybe because it was hard wired to his dick. Or maybe because he liked the way it just felt different kissing a man than a woman. Even when Bryan shaved, the dude had a lot of stubble.

Bryan Walker had fucked Kent, twice. It was OK, Kent guessed, but decided he liked it better the other way, and once Bry had made it clear he wasn't keeping score, that it wasn't tit for tat, it became a regular thing that Kent would do the plowing, and Bryan would give up his muscle ass for his buddy.

This was how it was gonna play tonight. Bryan leaning back, relaxed, legs spread wide as he let Kent lube and finger him good. Nice and slow, both men enjoying the foreplay.

"I'm glad you told me, bro," Kent said as three fingers were now buried inside his friend's snug ass. "About Chris."

"I shoulda before," he said. "Was too fucking chicken." He gave Kent a nod that he was good to go. This is how buddy sex often was. Two dudes free to talk while they boned each other.

Kent wiped the excess lube on his hard cock, a nice 7-incher that seemed just big enough to make Bryan know he was getting fucked good, without being too much a challenge. He scooted into the saddle and whacked his hardon against that wide-spread crack. Bryan fucking shaved down there, too, though his manscaping had been neglected long enough for the dark hairs to grow back.

"Hope you don't think I'm ass about things." He watched the connecting point of that puckered hole and his dick. Kent didn't realize before, maybe was too dumb, but Bryan Walker got fucked a decent bit. He was tight, but the ring was crinkled in a way that showed regular use. Rather than be a turn off, it excited Kent and he nudged his wet cut cock against the folds. He looked up at Bry. "I guess I should ask... you completely gay, bro?"

Bryan nodded. God his buddy's dick felt good, right in that spot. "Yeah, bro. I guess I lied when it came to chicks."

"I didn't," Kent said. Not judgmental, but clearing the air. "I just don't know how to put in the work anymore when it comes to women."

Bryan looked up at Kent with brotherly concern. He never knew how this golden boy could have a problem on the dating market. Kent was a total stud, a cute fucker, and he didn't act like a douche. "You just got off your game, bro," he said, reaching up with one hand to caress the bare chest and ab muscle. "We'll get you back."

Kent nodded in thanks. He contracted his core and let his hips move forward. And like that he was sinking into Bryan's warm body.

"Aw fuck yeah..." Bryan hissed. That deep voice was excited, and Kent wondered how much Bryan played up liking a cock inside him. Just hearing that thrill in Bry's voice was driving Kent to push in further... another inch, then another, and all the fucking way in.

"Oh God, you're fucking big, bro!" Bryan gasped.

"Too much?" Kent asked, checking in.

"Fuck no. Fuck me, man."

Kent did. He leaned forward and started a slow, steady fuck, then increased his pace. His cock was boning Bry deep and good soon.

Bryan's mouth was slack, halfway between a smile and a leer. His brown eyes met Kent's green one in a hungry gaze. "Fuck yeah... go for it buddy."

Kent really had hoped to make this about Bryan. He felt he owed it to his friend. But this all felt too good. The tight sensations around his cock, the feeling of all that bulking muscle beneath him, that connection and love he had for his best bud. And maybe this is why Kent didn't have a steady girlfriend. Not matter what head games he tried he could never last more than a minute.

He wasn't gonne break the minute mark now, either. "Shit!" he hissed. Orgasm was hitting quick and hard. Like lightning.

"Get it bro!" Bryan urged. "Get that fucking nut, man."

Did Kent get it, all right. The sweet goofy ex-frat boy tossed his head back and let out a loud and surprisingly loud cry. "Fuck! FUCK FUCK!" Kent yelled as he came deep in Bryan's hole, his thrusts nearly stopping to lock his hips in place to deliver his seed, with just small mini pumps of his dick along the inner walls of Bryan's ass.

Once he finished cumming he let his body relax and his forehead come down to rest on Bry's "God, man, that was incredible." Kent gave Bryan a soft kiss then pulled back. "Sorry I couldn't last longer," he said.

Bryan grinned but was mostly horny as fuck now. "It's all good man.... I like seeing you turned on." He looked down between their bodies at his own hardon. "You ready to suck me off, buddy?"

This was their arrangement. Kent fucked. And after, he serviced Bry orally. Kent slowly pulled out and then got in place, kneeling between Bryan's spread legs. One hand caressing Bryan's shaved ballsac while the other went to the ass to prod that cummy hole with a finger or two while Kent sucked.

Kent Green wasn't an expert cocksucker but he was pretty good for a mostly straight dude. He knew what would get his bud off and he went for it. Steady, quick bobs focusing on the top three or four inches. Pretty quick he felt the warmth and tasted the brininess of Bryan's hot seed. Unlike Kent, Bryan was a quiet cummer, but the soft caresses of Bryan's fingers in Kent's blond hair was the guy's way of showing appreciation.

The two men lay in silence next to one another for a minute. Between the gym and the sex Kent was tired and relaxed. He could almost fall asleep right there in Bryan's bed. But that was a line he didn't feel like crossing at this point.

He looked over at Bryan. Happy he could have the experience he just had and still be friends. "So... tell me about this Chris guy."

Bryan got a coy smile on his face. "You sure, man?" he asked.

"Dude... he's your fucking boyfriend. Of course I wanna know," Kent replied.

"Well, he's older, divorced... an airline pilot, actually."

"Yeah?"

Bryan grinned. "Yeah. It's definitely fucking hot... kind of a bucket list thing for me actually... to bang a pilot. It just turned out to be more than a one-time thing."

"That's cool, bro," Kent said, turning on his side to face Bryan. They'd done this before, talking man to man in bed after sex, only it had been Kent filling Bryan in about some hot date he had. "Um, how much older is he?"

Bryan paused. "A lot older. You might thing I'm weird, bro. But we kinda do the daddy-son thing."

Kent laughed. He'd been a connoisseur of "stepmom" porn and had enjoyed a few encounters with cougars, so the idea didn't seem so far fetched. But it was wild to hear it from the other side. "For real, bro?"

Bryan laughed nervously. "For real. Dude's 51 and pushes my buttons big time. Gray hair, dad bod the whole works."

"You're a man of surprises, Walker," Kent said, plopping back on the mattress and resting his head on the pillow.

"I guess," came the deep voiced reply.

Kent felt his eyes get heavy.

"Bro..." Bryan said. "If you wanna crash here, that's cool."

Already Kent's eyes were closing. "Yeah?" He could feel the bed shift beside him. Bryan was getting up. To shower off, or maybe just to brush his teeth. Kent should probably get up the energy to get back home himself. But it had been a long day. Just another minute....

Bryan got back in beneath the sheets and looked over Kent. He used to resent how fucking good looking his buddy was. Roman nose, rosy cheeks, blond hair, not thinning like Bryan's. Kent was tall, athletic, and cute in an easygoing masculine way, and Bryan had spent a solid year being jealous of a lot of things about Kent Green until he decided it was better just to be happy for the friendship. Everthing else... the sex, the intimate time like this, was just a bonus.

"We'll get you back in the game, buddy," Bryan said aloud.

But Kent didn't hear. He was already sleep.

#drakestories

[muddyorbsblr]

one look and they'll know

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Summary: You go to work on the set of Thor Ragnarok one day and you're greeted with the sight of one Tom Hiddleston on his knees and your coworkers whispering about how he perfected his posture.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warning/s: implied smut (there's like 2 paragraphs that talks about it), mentions of BDSM terms, talks about throat grabbing, cussing, and a potentially Domme!Reader that doesn't know her power [if i missed anything let me know!]

Working as a set designer on a movie set meant that every day could either be agonizingly monotonous, or no two days would ever be the same. There was this one TV episode you worked on where majority of the project took place in an interrogation room, so there was next to nothing for you to do besides making sure that continuity errors were minimized or even completely avoided.

This project…was not agonizingly monotonous. By some stroke of luck, you'd landed a gig as a set designer for Thor: Ragnarok, and now you were working on sets that would be walked on by the likes of Chris Hemsworth, Anthony Hopkins, and--fucking Christ on a crutch--Tom Hiddleston.

When you decided to leave your day job of weekly software patches and bug fixes and the ever droning minutiae of daily updates that really gave you nothing except migraines and a bad habit of stress-eating for a chance at a career in the entertainment industry, did you ever think it would lead you here? Absolutely not. Truthfully, you were content with the interrogation rooms, but this? This was a pipe dream.

"Ah. Morning, Y/N," you heard the moment you stepped on set from Taika, currently dressed in a skin-tight spandex gray CGI suit with a giant Korg head harnessed atop his shoulders. "We sourced enough sugar glass bottles for Tessa to throw in Tom's general direction today, yeah?" 

"Well I got five dozen so…we should be good," you shot back with a chuckle. You knew full well what the cast and crew got up to when sugar glass was involved. Mostly smashing it on each other's heads and making some great takes for the blooper reel.

"Awesome. I'll see you there." With a wave you started walking toward your fellow set designers, currently glancing and giggling at one of the Sakaar sets.

"Alright, what's got your panties wet this time?" you called out to your coworkers. 

Bryan, a lanky guy slightly taller than you motioned toward the set. "Look at Hiddlebum." 

"I'd really rather not, you know that I trip on air the second I even glance in his direction," you shot back. "I can't keep my dignity around that man, let alone my sanity. Don't tell me to look at him." 

"He's not gonna look back," Denise, a curvy redhead and one of your closer friends on set, commented in a sing song tone. "Trust me, boss, you're gonna wanna look." 

With a huff, you glanced toward the set and you could wear that your heart turned to solid lead and then jumped out of your chest and straight to the ground. Lord have mercy, you were not ready for the image of Tom in his dark blue-green leather getup, wrapped in gold chains, on his fucking knees, back perfectly straight, and head tilted down to the floor.

The sound that came out of your mouth did not sound ladylike. Hell, it didn't even sound human. 

"Do you think he's--?" Denise started.

"Ohh he definitely is, I mean look at that posture! You don't get there from looking up one picture, you get there from practice and meticulous correction. This man's a sub."

"Sorry, a what?" You were now officially, thoroughly, confused.

"Submissive," Bryan explained to you. "It's a whole thing that needs a 6-hour crash course and a 40+ slide Powerpoint presentation, but for your immediate knowledge, madam, it means he likes being ordered around in the bedroom." 

"So what? Like strip? Slowly? Walk over to me, come to momma type shit?” 

"I'm shocked how quickly you got the vibe, boss," Denise quipped. "Bry, what if she's a domme?"

"A what??" you nearly shrieked. "You think I'm the one who says 'strip slowly and sit down like a good boy and don't move a muscle while I ride you'?" You took a breath to calm yourself. "You're fucking insane, the lot of you."

"Again, you got the vibes, boss. The more you joke about it the more I'm convinced that it's in your DNA."

You let out a frustrated exhale. "Alright you two knuckleheads, look at me." Your voice dropped half an octave and became fuller as you said the last bit, using a tone you hadn't taken out ever since you resigned from the testosterone-laden world of software development. 

"Yes, goddess?" Your blood froze over as you heard the soft spoken words. There was no way it was…No. 

Right?

You looked at Bryan and Denise, both with matching expressions of wide-eyed scandalous amusement on their faces, as they shifted their gaze back and forth between you and Tom. Slowly you moved your gaze back to the set, your breath catching in your throat in an ugly inhuman sound as you saw the steel-blue eyes that haunted your filthiest, wettest, most vivid fantasies…staring straight at you. 

"I-I-I uhm…" you stammered, your voice returning to your normal tone, losing your footing despite being completely stationary. "I was talking to these knuckleheads, s-sorry Tom." You took a steadying breath. "As you were." You mentally smacked yourself as your 'programmer BossLady' voice came out again, your eyes widening in complete shock as he wordlessly followed your instructions and resumed to look down at the floor. 

"Confirmed," Bryan stage whispered to you and Denise. "He's a sub, and we've been silently submitting to Y/N all this time. I mean…Madam." You groaned at his words. 

"You two," you hissed at them. "Let me fucking tell you, I am the farthest thing from a madam. Or a goddess or whatever it was that he called me." You inwardly shuddered at the memory, although if you were being honest it wasn't from shock or disgust. It was from arousal. "My life is unbelievably, annoyingly, dreadfully…vanilla."

Denise giggled. "But you know the jargon? Uh huh. Sure, boss."

You rolled your eyes at her. "Bitch please, I read Fifty Shades. The smut. The toe-curling filth found in the wonder that is Kindle Unlimited. The fanfiction written about that fine-ass man on his knees over there," you whispered the last part in a hiss. "But I digress. The point is that my brain may be filthy, and it may be filled with very vivid fantasies of that very same man on his knees right now, but real life Y/N? Yeah. No."

"Maybe no man ever rose to the challenge," Bryan teased. "You think Hiddlebum would?" 

"That's not a direction my brain ever wants to go unless I'm already in bed, in my birthday suit, legs spread, with a toy in my hand," you shot back without missing a beat. "As for no man ever rising to the challenge?" You leaned in close to their ears. "I can't even get a guy to go down on me because every guy I ever dated or even just fucked said they never do it with anyone because it tastes weird. And don't get me started on the ones that practically bolt out of my hotel room naked when I ask them to put a hand on my throat."

"Maybe you're just talking to the wrong boys, Y/N." You turned around to see that Chris had joined your conversation with a smug look on his face. "You have to start talking to men. Perhaps then your luck will turn."

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to eavesdrop on conversations that don't have shit to do with you, Hemsy?" you shot back with an amused smile. You couldn't ever really be mad at the guy who resembled a walking talking 6'4 teddy bear. It was physically impossible. "Good morning."

"Good morning, indeed," he chuckled, turning his attention to the Sakaaran set. "Beautiful posture there, Tom! Absolutely exquisite," he hollered, causing the British man to let out several chuckles.

"Ehehehehe, sod off, Chris." He looked up from his position, most likely intending to glare at Chris, but instead his eyes met yours, and you felt this inexplicable pull towards him. No. Wait. Back up a bit. You felt as if there was this inexplicable force pulling him towards you. You tilted your head the slightest bit, as if questioning him and his tethering gaze, your eyes once again widening in total shock as he responded with turning his head towards the floor in a bow once again.

"Erm…what the fuck was that?" Chris asked, poking your shoulder repeatedly. "It's like you broke him, tiny terror." 

"Me?? Broke him??" you hissed as you turned around to glare at the towering Australian. "I'm the one who's fifty shades of fucking confused here!" 

"You may be, but I've never seen him fold for a woman like that in the entire time I've known him. With a tilt of your head, no less. No wonder your people call you 'madam'. Maybe I should call you that--"

"Don't even fucking think about it, Hemsworth." Your tone from earlier had returned, the one you tried to keep locked away since you gave your resignation letter to your final day job two years ago. A tone you'd once been confused as to why it could cause all those bravado-filled middle-aged men to fold and actually listen to you, well now you had an inkling. 

The tone was domineering. It allowed no room for counter-arguments; perhaps you were right about the words that you were uttering, but also perhaps you weren't, but your tone didn't demand their subservience, it just took. And while it worked in conference rooms and face offs with no less than senior management of the client companies you'd dealt with, never once did you think to use it in the bedroom.

You never realized it was an option.

"Where's Taika?" you asked after taking a few deep breaths to recenter your brain. This was gonna be one of those days, the type that you'd never forget even when you were an octogenarian and you'd  have trouble remembering if you've even eaten for the day. "I have to tell him we can't have the scene set up like this." 

"Why not, lil mayhem?" You turned and once again saw the ridiculous gray CGI spandex that Taika was decked out in, but thankfully now without the gigantic Korg head so at least you were no longer confused where you should be staring. 

"Because people are gonna take one look at him and they're gonna know," you explained, pointing towards the set at the kneeling Loki. 

The director looked at you, clearly confused. "Know what?" 

"Ohh this will be delicious," Denise all but moaned. "Watch this," she told Taika as she turned back to you. "Tell him to straighten his back." 

"This feels like I'm exploiting him somehow, you do it." 

"He's not gonna listen to me, I don't have the voice," she teased back, and then sighed. "The sooner you convince Taika, the sooner we can fix the scene." 

"Ugh, fine. Taika? Look at Tom." You took another breath, finding that voice once again in no time. "Straighten your back." Once again, your breath caught in your throat with a hideous sound as you watched him wordlessly follow your instructions. "That's what I mean," you addressed Taika once more. "People take one look at that scene, see his posture and--"

"Apologies, goddess." 

It felt like your spine had been replaced with pure ice as you watched Taika's jaw go slack, heard Chris choking on air in the background, and your two fellow set designers and friends start giggling once more as soon as the soft-spoken words were uttered from the mouth of one Thomas William Hiddleston.

"What did you call me??" 

"Ohh I think we know what he called you. Goddess," Taika taunted. "Right then, we need to get this man off his knees," he said, turning to the crew and giving them instructions to reset the scene.

"So what? We're gonna have him stand now?" one of the assistant producers sneered. "Way to take us out of the moment, Y/L/N. Fucking buzzkill," she muttered.

"I'm not telling you to make him stand, I'm just telling you to get him off his knees," you countered. "It's not my fault that your comprehension's lacking." 

The assistant started to make a motion towards you as if you bitch slap you, but the director stood in her way. "Don't even think about it. That's a one way ticket to Tom's shit list if you lay a hand on her," he threatened, and you watched as the AP looked over to the corner of the set with wide eyes. When you followed her gaze, your eyes widened as well at the sight of Tom with a borderline murderous look in his eyes. 

"Don't," he said simply. The AP backed off, muttering something about favoritism that you couldn't quite catch. 

"Alright then, lil mayhem, this is your idea. Run the show." You stared at Taika with incredulity. "You're the one who wants him off his knees? You get him off his knees. Call the shots."

You scrambled for ideas. "A chair?"

"Sorry, madam, we got nothing in props that could even look like it belongs in Sakaar. And I already know what you're gonna say, the Sakaaran standards are literally on the floor but still. A proper looking dining table chair will not fit the vibe." 

You glared at Bryan. "Then get me a cement block, a wooden platform. A fucking concrete slab. Anything, just get this man off his knees." You turned back to face Taika. "Legally, who can I yell at here without an HR violation?"

"Just those two." He pointed at your set designers. "You are their superior after all." 

You turned back to the dawdling set designers, staring at the scene laid out before them with amused looks on their faces. "Find me something." They kept staring. "NOW!!" They ran off to props like headless chickens, making both Chris and Taika break out in chuckles.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side, tiny terror," the giant Australian told you before proceeding to pat you on the head like a ferocious and yet annoyingly fluffy guard dog. "Hey Tom you can get off your knees now, you kinky little shit!" he hollered, chuckling. After a few moments he started again. "Ah, shit, Y/N be a dear? Seems he won't listen to anyone but you when he's like this." 

You groaned. "For fuck's sake," you murmured before taking another deep breath, slipping into your natural voice once more. "Stand up." The next moments felt like a sucker punch to your entire system as he once again followed your instructions, afterward stealing a glance at your direction with the softest look in his eyes and a sweet smile that left you completely breathless.

What was he up to? Why was he acting like this?

Fifteen minutes later, Bryan and Denise came rushing back in with a platform box painted a distressed teal setting it down on the ground near the now standing Tom.

The next 13 hours of the day were comparatively less eventful than the start of your day. Rearranging sets, reviewing shots for possible continuity errors that you were sure Twitter would crucify you all for if they caught wind of it, and the occasional bitchy stare down with that PA from earlier this morning who tried to smack you for daring to mock her comprehension skills.

"Let's call it for the day, everybody!" Taika hollered from his director chair, now thankfully wearing more normal clothes and not that spandex CGI suit. "I'll see you in twelve hours. Get some sleep, don't go out drinking because if you come to set tomorrow hung over I will have your head." Everyone murmured their assent as they moved about, wrapping up their tasks for the day, and he turned to you. "Lil mayhem, try to get some tonight. I'm saying this as a friend. You're wound up." 

"Honestly, T, it's just the whole 'she's a domme' thing from earlier. Really threw me in for a loop. I should be fine after some sleep," you reassured him, making sure to pick up a copy of tomorrow's call sheet to do some prep work before you eventually succumb to the sweet lonely embrace of solitary slumber in your hotel room. "Go, T. I can lock up tonight. FaceTime your kids, tell them you love them, read them a bedtime story. I'm sure they miss their dad." 

He took a few moments before giving you an exaggerated sigh and tossing you the keys. "You drive a hard bargain, Y/L/N." He walked over to you, ruffling your hair. "You're the best." 

"I know I know. Go. I'll do a quick sweep, make sure nobody gets locked in here for the night and we get here with someone banging on the door screaming 'let me out let me out'." You grabbed the clipboard containing a checklist of the areas you were to double check on before locking up and proceeded to glance over each area of the set. 

Just as you were wrapping up your check of the cast trailers, a voice in the relative darkness startled you. "Miss Y/L/N." You straightened your posture and started fumbling in your pocket for something, anything to defend yourself with. Then you remembered the keys, so you quickly started threading each key in between your fingers, when you felt two large hands gently grasp your shoulders. "Shh shh, it's alright. It's just me. You're safe."

You let out the heaving breath you were holding, recognizing the voice immediately. "Tom," you breathed out, the fear leaving your body, but the tension remaining. "Fucking hell I was about to stab you." You felt your spine go frigid as you felt him pressing tender kisses to the top of your head as his hand traveled down your arm to deftly remove the keys from between your fingers. 

"I didn't mean to startle you," he whispered into your hair, his hand once again traveling up your arm and resumed its place on your shoulder. "I simply wanted to ensure you were safe. I didn't see you come out of the studio." He moved his head to press a kiss to your temple. "I apologize, goddess."

There was that name again, stealing all the breath from your lungs and making you question so much about you. About him. But mostly it made you question…"Why do you keep calling me that?" 

His hand traveled up to lightly grasp your chin, urging you to turn your head and look up at him. "Because that's what I call you," he answered simply, bringing his face much closer to yours. Once he was close enough that you could feel his breath on your lips, he whispered, "When I dream of you." 

Instead of saying anything, you opted to bring your hand up to the back of his neck, threading your fingers through his short dark blond curls and gently pulling him down towards you, touching your lips to his briefly in a tentative, fleeting kiss. This led to him quickly turning you to face him, lifting you by the backs of your thighs, and backing you into the side of the nearest trailer. 

When he had you securely trapped between him and the trailer, he brought his hand up to cup your face, while the other roamed from your thigh and up the side of your body. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his thumb lightly graze the side of your breast. 

Just as he was about to lean in to kiss you, you breathed out, "Wait." He stopped immediately, his eyes quickly becoming apologetic. "I-I don't know…" you stammered, trying to find your words, but quickly realizing that the most honest words you had at the moment were, "I don't know how to be what you want. I don't know anything--" 

A smile of relief began to spread across his face. "It's alright." He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, as if to reassure you. "I simply want you, Y/N. As you are." A soft kiss to your cheek, then your jaw. "I want to make you happy." A kiss to the skin below your ear, before placing his hand lightly around your throat, sending a thrill throughout your entire body, and then whispering, "I want to satisfy you." 

"And what do you get out of this?" you breathed out. "Seems to me I'm the only one benefiting from this, that's not right." 

"Me? That's easy," he murmured against your skin as he rolled his hips into yours, causing you to let out an obscene moan that echoed through the dark empty halls of the studio. "I get you." 

This was an unusual morning. Unusual in the sense that this time, you were not woken up by the scandalous sound of your alarm, rather you'd awoken in this blissful, sated state. Your mind raced through the memories from last night, how you'd practically raced to your hotel room hand in hand with Tom after you'd locked up in the studio. 

The almost reverent way he stripped you of your clothing, pausing to press kisses to every new area of skin exposed to him, how he already had you a writhing mess before he even took off your panties. How he brought you and pushed you well past the point of complete ecstasy with his fingers and his mouth multiple times before he even made love to you.

Repeatedly.

You bit your lip as the memories came at you in vivid detail, pushing yourself off of your bed to get ready for the day ahead. Before you could even begin to inch yourself out of the bed, an arm tightened around your waist, pulling your naked body against a broad, toned, equally naked form. 

A smile found its way to your face with no effort at all as you placed your hand over the arm wrapped around you, your fingertips tracing the length of the forearm, causing him to stir and press his body even closer to yours. A hybrid between a giggle and a moan escaped your lips as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hum of satisfaction vibrating throughout your body. 

He moved his kisses across your shoulder, pausing for a good few moments on the juncture of your shoulder and your neck before moving up to your ear and whispering in the most delicious sleep-laden voice, "Good morning, goddess." 

A/N: Please don't crucify me for the non-smutty implied smut, I am babie. But the idea refused to leave my head so I had to write it.

This insanity was based off of this post because I'm gonna be honest, my brain went places when I saw those pictures. AND THE GIF

Here's a bonus gif for those who read until the end:

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[iamthat-iam]

Hii bry

Ik ik you're so fed up with imagination reality type of questions but please help a girl out ( I'm black btw,jk jk) anyways 😭 so I accept I've everything I WANT AND DUH I DO HAVE IT BUT I WANT OTHER PEOPLE TO THINK SO TOO I MEAN THEY'RE ME LIKE I WANNA TAKE SOME REAL CUTE PICTURES WITH MY DESIRED APPEARANCE AND SEND IT TO EVERYONE BUT IK IK I CAN JUST EASILY EXPERIENCE IT BUT IT FEELS LIKE I'M BEING AWARE OF BOTH MY CURRENT AND MY DESIRED SELF WHICH I DON'T WANT RAHRR

I'll try to give you an example so I seemingly daydream Ik it's just an experience but just to be clear.. I took a picture and I seemingly sent it to my friends but then... I see in this reality which I'm aware after that...it hasn't happened and I want them to react and treat me as I'm already my DESIRED SELF yk I'm sorry if it makes no sense cause I'm shitting rn 😋😋

I get wanting the validation, I used to want it too, but seemingly others CAN'T validate or invalidate your experiences as awareness.

Ill give you an example: a while back I posted some of my experiences and I got a bunch of people in my inbox questioning what I said, as if there's a "my world" vs "theirs."

The Truth is, neither "my world or their world" are objectively true. Neither have any reality outside of awareness. There's actually no such thing as my world vs their world, that creates duality.

"why is it I still see governments but you claim to not experience it?"

You are aware of governments and you continue to think about it. You've accepted it as your truth. There isn't an actual objective government here.

Same thing with "mythical creatures" like unicorns and vampires. The statement unicorns are real vs unicorns are not real are both illusions. Neither of these statements are 'objectively true' unless you accept one of them as true.

And when I say you, I'm referring to awareness, THAT, or " ", NOT the character.

The character and seeming others are part of the illusion. They can't dictate what is "real" for you and what isn't.

There's no "old life" either! There's NOTHING here. It's nothingness. Once you are aware of something, that's it.

#this should have got the meme but I'll be nice today lol

[princess200417]

STOP ASKING START APPLYING,LAW OF ASSUMPTION... I'M TIRED

Hello everyone, I guess you are probably confused right now and maybe thinking why am I tired and what is this post about?

Well over the 4 last months and especially ever since I posted someone's sucess story plus the 🔐 to entering void post,my Tumblr dms have blown up and what did I do? I replied to literally everyone,but now I started blocking some people bc they seem to have gotten annoying and I'm Just doing it for their own good.. but I'm pretty sure that they will probably find someone else to dm about void and about the law

Ughhh,guys listen to me: IMAGINATION CREATES REALITY

ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS CHOOSE A DESIRE/DESIRES AND START AFFIRMING AS IF YOU ALREADY HAVE THAT DESIRE MANY TIMES DURING THE DAY SINCE CONSISTENCY IS THE KEY AND THEN OBVIOUSLY PERSISTENCY IS A MUST,YOU CAN'T AFFIRM THAT YOU HAVE SOMETHING AND THEN AFFIRM THAT YOU DON'T HAVE IT

Example:You currently have brown eyes and you want to have blue eyes 👀 all you gotta do is affirm without minding 3d or time from the moment you Affirm once even unconsciously that you have blue eyes then boom you have them so that's why we call 4d an instant reality but now you gonna be like since it manifests instantly then why doesn't the 3d reflect that? well first bc you said so,bc your mind listens to your words and Always accepts them as true and second bc you didn't repeat and persist!!!After you do that "properly"(aka without wavering)and after you realise your power and stop minding time and circumstances,then the blue eyes will appear/materialize in the 3d too!

Now let's get to the void: void is just a meditative state and the reason why it's instant is simply bc you are just pure consciousness and you are separate from your physical reality aka 3d and Everything around it such as your body, many meditation and yoga students/teachers who have no idea about manifistation have entered it multiple times successfully and quickly,why?bc they simply relaxed,so that is why void is simple and easy

plus void wouldn't exist without you

Lastly stop asking me to help you, I have already made few posts about void and I reblogg daily super helpful posts about void and about the law,so just simply read!this is why all of us(bloggers)take the time to write these posts, like we even use hashtags in order for you to find our posts easily, instantly and effortlessly! Like why are you even so bored to search on your own for yourself to see?trust me there are countless of posts and videos on YouTube about what you want to know

some loa YouTubers/coaches i suggest are the following:

🖤 Indigo detry

🖤Sammy Ingram

🖤 Electra soul

🖤 Bry's garden of Eden

🖤 Aiva manifested that

They explain everything easily and their videos are quick, especially indigo's videos and you know why is that?bc simply there is no secret or anything to the law or to void, you are god,once you realise that you are going to let your imagination free and you will live your desired life

Only you can stop or help yourself and genuinely the best way to help yourself is to simply apply what you already know

Stop putting me , others, void, techniques, society,logic/science, time and 3D ,on a pedestal

You are a creator,so you better believe it and start applying 💕

P.S sorry not sorry, I don't feel bad for anyone,bc you belong currently to the awakened part of this world 🌍 so you can do it all,so please just start!

#void state #lawofassumption #neville goddard #mindset #law of assumption #master manifestor

[smellydano]

Hiii! I'm back again with one request! This time with our favorite greasy boy Brian Wilcox from Fast Food Nation!

So I was thinking about Brian gets off of work sooner than the other days and lovely reader (afab and female) goes to pick him up to go for a drink or something but Brian as the Pervy boy he is just wants to have sex with reader and relieve all of his stress, so they ended doing in the car on a lonely alley or street.

(Also I would love so much if Brian is into spanking and you know like super pervy hehe, and one last thing! Reader can be hyper feminine (yes, again, sorry:c) and shy? Thank you!💟💟💟) -🧸

late night drive || brian wilcox

sorry this literally took forever ,, i loved this request so i tried to tweak and edit it as much as i could LOL

warnings: unprotected sex, mdni, car sex, spanking, lmk if i should add more !!

synopsis: after picking up brian for a drive after work, he has something in mind.

word count: 1231

you pull your car into the parking lot of mickey’s, watching as him and another coworker lock up for the night. brian has gotten used to working the shitty closing shifts from being in college, but nights like these really made him wish he’d quit this stupid job. it’s been non-stop asshole after asshole, according to brian as he hopped into the passenger seat of your car. He’d already had his mickey’s uniform shoved into his backpack, wearing his usual black tee, jeans and zip-up hoodie, one you’ve stolen on many occasions.

“i’m just so done, with all of that.” he grumbled as he gestured his middle finger towards the building as you drove by. you chuckled as you kept driving down the crowded street. He tossed his backpack into the backseat of your car. You quietly drove away from town as brian’s hand trailed up your thigh, carefully touching your pink plaid skirt. You knew it drove him crazy, especially when you paired it with your tight-fitting white crop top, perfectly displaying your tits.

“did you want to grab a drink or something? my treat.” you questioned, looking over at him. brian grew a smirk, gripping your thigh once more.

“i was thinking, maybe we do something else?” you knew what he wanted, but you weren’t going to let him have it so easy.

“what else did you have in mind, bry?” his tense shoulder shift down as he heard the nickname you always called him, he’s a sucker for it and any pet name you give him. it makes him love you even more.

“drive to our usual spot.” he said without another word, and you followed his orders. you and brian had a specific spot down by a nearby lake you’d usually park at, in the warmer months you go swimming and hang out under a tree, and in the colder months you gather in the backseat of whoever’s car you take.

as soon as you get to lake, you put the car in park and turn over to him. he immediately pulls you in for a heated kiss. you moaned out of shock, placing your hand on his knee. “turn off the car and get in the back.” he breathed out, you nodded and followed his orders, quickly climbing into the backseat. he chuckled as he got out of the car and opened the back door. he tossed his bag up to the front seat, to make more room.

“you come pick me up and tease me like this? in the skirt you know i love, and your tits, holy fuck.” he was overwhelmed with lust, as well as love, but in this moment, it’s all lust. he grabbed your boobs roughly, lowering your top and twisting your taut nipples around. you whined into his ear, muffling them to stay quiet. “i want to hear you, babe. every noise you make.”

“perv.” you snickered, running your hands around his waist. you pulled yourself closer towards him, climbing into his lap. as if it was a normal position, his hands swiftly wrap around your waist. you ran your fingers through his dark hair, tugging slightly as his face went to your neck. he nipped at your skin, he loves to leave bites all across your body, but his favourite was your neck. so soft, so pretty with the marks against it.

“please bry, i need you.” you whined again, without missing a beat, he lifted your skirt up and slid your panties to the side. you rubbed yourself onto his groin, the feeling of his hard cock pressed against the rough denim of his jeans was breathtaking. you continued rutting your hips against him, moaning out into his shoulder. he grabbed your hips roughly and helped you move.

brian couldn’t take the teasing anymore, he needed to be inside you. he lifted his hips as you lifted your body as well, making it easier to slip his pants down to his knees. you watched as he pumped himself a few times before placing his hand up to your mouth. “spit.” he demanded. you looked into his eyes and spit in his hand.

“god, fuck you’re so hot.” he said as he watched the spit trail from your lips, he gripped his cock and pumped it, letting you back onto his lap. with his other hand, he gently toyed with your clit. “you’re so wet, i wanna fuck you right now.” he groaned as he made sure your thong was pushed to the side. he guided his tip against your hole, you sank onto him like it was second nature. he gave you time to adjust to his size, then you slowly started bouncing. brian was a grunting, moaning mess underneath you. he gripped your hips as his met yours, slamming into you at a quick pace. he gathers your skirt up in his hand, then lays a couple harsh spanks on your ass.

you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. his thrusts bounced the car, thankfully, no one ever comes to this lake. especially in the colder months.

you muffled as many moans and cries as you could into his neck, you didn’t like being super loud during sex, and brian knows exactly how to make you feel good. so, needless to say, you need to keep it toned down. plus, you were always shy when it came to sex. you were pulled from your thoughts when brian pulled on your hair, lifting your head.

“i want to hear you.” he demanded. he started leaving bites and hickies across your neck and collarbones, you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. your cheeks turned red with embarrassment, but your moans made him go faster. he says another harsh slap on your ass before gripping it roughly. “fuck, you have a nice ass.”

he kept spanking you, making you cry out for longer. you felt the burning in your stomach start to get closer, grabbing brian’s shoulders so hard, little crescents from your nails left imprints. “bry, please i-i think i’m gonna cum.”

“do it, babe. cum on my cock.”

his words immediately triggered your orgasm, your cunt squeezing his cock as you rode out your high. his thrusts kept going until they became sloppier, cumming inside you. you felt the warm ropes cost your insides, making you shudder.

you pulled yourself off his cock, the feeling of his cum spilling out of your cunt making your eyes roll back. you say yourself on his lap as he grabbed the clean hand towel you keep in the car for this moment. he cleaned both of you up, then you flipped over to the other seat in the back. you caught your breath before scooting over to brian, cuddling into him instantly.

he smiled and wrapped an arm around you, placing a kiss on your head. “we should probably head back to your place. i want to go to bed.” he whispered against your ear, laying his head on your shoulder. you nodded, both of you started getting dressed and cleaning up the backseat. you both get into the front of the car and made your way to your place, brian yawning in the passenger seat. you soon made it to your place, the night ended in a bunch of cuddles and kisses.

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this came out different than i meant it to,, but i don’t hate it ,, i hope u liked it anon :3

ty for reading :3 requests always open ,, likes/reblogs and comments are always appreciated!! :D

#paul dano #brian wilcox #brian wilcox x reader #brian wilcox smut #paul dano smut #paul dano x reader #smellydanowrites #fast food nation

[trulybetty]

wip wednesday (on a) thursday

thank you to the lovely @milla-frenchy, @nerdieforpedro & @wildemaven for the tags! 💕

I'm all over the place with my wip's - my Notion is stuff to the brim with ideas, but these are the ones I picked at random to share.

Step one: post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

what have I done | frankie x f!reader

You finally found your voice, “I'm sorry.” Frankie's face fell, and the hope that had flickered in his eyes extinguished. He took a step back, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of your apology had physically pushed him away. “I thought…” he trailed off, his voice barely audible.

chiffon: chapter 4 | dieter x ofc

Dieter winked at her through the mirror, “Wouldn't dream of it, Daff. This is my circus, and those are my monkeys out there.” Bryony rolled her eyes as the doors to the bedroom opened and Cricket appeared in the doorway, “Come on Bry, your dress awaits!”

on red cup kisses | frankie x f!reader

It wasn't the first time you'd seen him that night, but it was the first time the two of you had locked eyes. He nodded his head in the direction of Benny and rolled his eyes and you couldn't help but laugh. Before you could head over in his direction Sadie appeared pulling you with her talking about someone you had to meet. You threw Frankie and apologetic smile and in return he held up his drink in a toast to you and you hoped a promise to catch up later.

the fourth date | joel x f!reader

The evening was reaching its twilight stage, the stars beginning to wink from their velvety blanket above. As the restaurant door swung shut behind you, a warm Texan breeze, rich with the scent of late summer, gently rustled your dress. Joel's arm, draped casually over her shoulder, drew you in closer, his heat radiating over you. For a moment, you stood in the restaurant's glow, letting the peaceful night embrace you. In the distance, a car roared to life, its headlights momentarily slicing through the night.  “I can't believe you did that,” he muttered, his grumble belied by the trace of amusement in his voice. The look on his face was priceless - a mix of affront, surprise, and reluctant admiration. Joel had a certain old-fashioned sensibility about him. The fact that you had insisted on picking up the tab had clearly thrown him off his game, but there was also a part of him that seemed to admire your assertiveness.

nicotine | dieter x f!reader

His lips found yours, the taste of nicotine a ghost on his lips, a habit he was still trying to kick. There was a misconception that Dieter was hasty, quick to the finish and messy, he was absolutely the opposite. His tongue grazed your lower lip, teasing, before he gently nipped at your bottom lip.

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Step three: Every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes =. 15 minutes of writing)

No tags right now, I'm a little lost who's been tagged - but if you want to play along - this is me tagging you in, tag me in your wip post! ❤️

#wip wednesday #poll

[conclush]

Did she ever loved me?

pairing . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Angelina Jolie x Fem!Reader

summary . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ you couldn't take it anymore that angelina kept you secret from her family after her divorce that's why you had finally made a decision for the both of you.

warnings . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ angst, mention of harassment

an: I know I said I'll be taking a break but I still can't stop myself from writing but I'm currently feeling better.

masterlist

„ seriously angelina you're always not showing up to our dates!” you yelled sternly at the tall woman infront of you and she furrowed her brows.

„ you know my job and my kids are important to me y/n so yes I have to not be there!” she scoff at you so you did the same thing as her but with pure anger.

You've both been always fight like this after angelina's divorce with brad when you both had started dating angelina told you to keep you're relationship for the sake of her and her kids you first understoodly her it must've have been hard for the kids to be apart with their father so you agreed on it.

Months went by until things changed whenever you both had a pleasure in her house she would immediately told you to leave because her kids might see you but you told her that she should told you about her kids she would make a short sorry and some excuse that you almost hated about her.

You can't keep this anymore you thought if she ever love me then why do we have to secret ourselves? Does she even love me?

„ Angie I understand that you but when will you tell them though? I mean we've been dating for 5 months then you would just either call me to come over to your house to have sex or you would pull me away or you just got drunk and take me with you where you would just fuck me there and there and after that you would just throw me out. We don't even go into dates anymore because again you wouldn't want people knowing about us.....I feel just like a fuck toy angie!....a booty call for you.” you finally confessed to her and you let out a tear fall down you're cheeks as she stare at you blankly you thought there was never love in her eyes.

Angelina sigh at herself the putting her hands to her hair before looking at you while you crossed your arms.

„ look babe I know but I'll tell them soon ok?, I promise.” you shook your head disagreed at her promising.

Now you carefully stare at her calmly before letting out a breath.

„ no angie don't make a promise to me anymore.” she thought for a moment before giving you a nod she walk into you as you tried to avoid her eyes because if you did you would broke.

„ I'll be back if these finally calmed.” she kissed your forehead before leaving you onto your bed.

You finally let out a cry this is so hard that you couldn't take it anymore you didn't even know if you both are dating or just friends with benefits it's like a game that never ends she would tell you that she was going to tell the others soon but it will never happen because you couldn't even feel it.

As you finally have relax yourself from the breaking heart of yours you made your way to your bed you could feel your own eyes being red and puffy as you sat down to the other side of your bed you're eyes began to blurry again you gave the air a shaky sigh and brushing your own tears with your hands.

Before you could lied down your phone ring meaning someone had texted you but you just stare at you phone for awhile you were thinking if it was angelina you let out a shaky breath before picking up your phone from the nightstand.

You saw it was a very close friend of yours before you could reply to his text you immediately got a little bit of a shock.

Brian✨

Hey y/n/n how are you?

You know I just got invited to a party and I was hoping if you would like to get drinks🥂?

You

I don't bry I don't think I'm feeling good today.

Brian✨

Why are you hurt? Are you sick? Do you want me to come over to your house?

You smile at his worries for you but you thought that you might indeed need a drink.

You

No I'm alright ty for the worries tho but you know I should come over to.

Brian✨

Oh ok then I'll pick you up then so expect some handsome guy over at your doorstep😉.

You

Ok old man, will do!

After your texting with Brian you finally close your phone feeling a little bit better you made your way to your closet and choose a casual dress.

You and Brian had met in highschool he was smart and you were athletic one he was the class president of your classroom and at that time you would play volleyball with your teammates what you didn't know that Brian has been eyes for you for many years.

You both would always talk at some point you were the first one who talk to him you both had a lot of common things but when you had turn into college he told you that his parents wants him to study him abroad to be honest you were upset that your friend needs to go but you told him it was fine and that you should see each other in the future he totally agreed on you.

Many years went by after you finally graduated you start to work your butt for long hours your dream was to be a lawyer to right the law at some point when you met one of your new workers back then you were shock to see who it was, It was Brian. Alot of things changed about him his taller now and not wearing a glasses anymore which made him more handsome.

After you had finally encountered him again you both stay connect to each other he was the first one to ask your number you friendly gave him to it his attitude change also too.

Now you're here sitting alone waiting for Brian to come up with a drinks in his hands let's say that you had drank alot of alcohol that had maybe made you a little bit tipsy.

You let out a hiccup as you look around you this is what you need for now no Angelina jolie, no arguments just this, drink.

As you continued to hiccup you felt a rough hand through your waist you slowly turn to who it was, some weirdo old drunk man trying again to flirt on you but you immediately took his hand off from you're waist and before you could stand up he holds your wrist roughly that could leave a bruise.

„ hey pretty why don't we and you're perfect body of yours enjoy? Wouldn't you like that?” you tried to push him away but his hand was stopping you from doing it.

You might have drank a lot but that could never make you drunk enough.

„ fuck off you old shit and get the fucking hell off me!” you hissed at the pain his giving you before you could let go you felt a hard smack across your cheeks that made you fell from the couch.

„ you need to learn some respect beautiful you don't want me to fucking hurt you!” your hand made their way to your cheek that has been slap.

He was about to hit you again but soonly got punch across the face from someone the man stumble and fell from the ground and a mess in the table which you didn't even care at this point but you were thankfull to whoever it was.

You slowly look up to see Brian with pure anger on his eyes his wrist began to became red at the same time he gave the old man a stern look as he was about to get up the securities were here.

All you could hear is the old man yelling to the both of you brian cupped you're cheeks making you to look at him and that's when you saw some sparkling in his eyes.

He gave you his handkerchief and you excuse yourself at the restroom he even ask he he should go with you you just refuse him and immediately running off to the restroom.

You lock the door and you turn to water you put the both of your hands in the sides of the sink you look at yourself in the mirror with shame, disgust and regret.

You heard your name being called outside it was Brian checking for you if you were ok as you got out from the room and nodding at him you were still holding his handkerchief tightly he took your hands to him and rub it gently.

„ hey don't worry everything is going to be ok alright good thing is that the securities believe me that that man had tried to harass you they immediately threw him out, I'm so sorry if I wasn't there early I could have protect you.” he calmly said you stare at him before giving him a sad smile.

„ it's fine really I guess today is just really bad day for me.” you both finally sat down at the couch but not the same place where the mess happened.

You look down at you're fingers fidgeting it as Brian was about to take a drink but soon stop himself he could see you, he was hurt that these happened because of him all he wanted for the both of you is to enjoy and finally tell you something very important.

„ Did you broke up?” he slowly said as you put your head on his shoulder and shaking your head.

„ I don't know bry, it's been hard for me it really has for the both of us... I don't even know if she ever loved me..I don't know if I should break up with her it's just been hard for the both of us.” you look at nothing while Brian look at you worriedly.

He already had known that you and angelina had been dating for months but he promised that we would never ever told anyone about your relationship it was still a good thing because even how bad your relationship is Brian kept his promise, and you were glad he did.

„ look y/n/n, love is never kind; love is confusion and pain and abandonment. It's every single nightmare your mind has been plagued by. And yes, it can unmake you in ways you never thought were possible, but love— it will remind you what it's like to be a human.” he gently rubs your scalp as you tried to observe his words.

Until it hit you, you finally had a choice that should have been chosen for the past months.

Brian took you to your home he ask is you ever wanted for him to stay so he could take care of you but you just happily refused him and after you said your goodbyes you didn't expect for you to find out that angelina is sitting on your couch with jealousy and some...shame in her eyes?

She slowly look up to who it was, you were finally home she waited for you for many hours she even thought that you had left the house and currently staying at a friend's house.

„ you're finally home I've been waiting for you.....so who was it that dropped you off?” you avoid her eyes onto but you could feel her eyes are burning through your back you could feel it.

„ just a close friend of mine nothing more.” she hummed in response she know you had gotten into a party but she at least you were out with your friends that she know but that guy who just dropped you off she has never seen him in her entire life.

Angelina tried to stopped herself from asking more knowing that it could lead to a huge argument again.

Now you turn your head towards and meeting her beautiful eyes you could finally look at her with a blankly expression.

When she felt that this tension is familiar she couldn't help but stare at you nervously.

„ you're breaking up with me aren't you?” you smile at her bitterly and nodding at her direction.

„ I guess this is it. I'm really so so sorry y/n for how I treated you— you definitely deserve so much better and I'm so sorry that I didn't gave you that a partner should does... I'm sorry that I made you think that you're just a booty call. But I just want for us to remain friends.”

„ Angelina I've always known that you're kids and you're career is important for you but I glad that we both learned our lesson and I don't think there's anything I need to forgive you for Angie, I understand that you're still going through impossible with your divorce so I respect your decision and I'd still love to still be a friend of yours.”

Finally the big boat from your chest has finally sink you don't feel anymore unless some ease and peace.

You both gave each other a sad smile and Angelina pulled you onto her arms and you both hug each other before saying you're final goodbyes.

Years went by and it's been 3 years later when Angelina is currently sitting in the church watching you from the distance finally getting married to Brian finally who made you realized what truly love is and that made her realized of how much of a mistake by letting you go.

But inside of her was happy for you but in her heart she would have a special place for you.

an: thena hc is currently on a process!

#angelina jolie x reader #angelina jolie #angelina jolie x you #angelina jolie imagine #angelina jolie x fem reader #maleficent x reader #maleficent #thena imagine #thena x reader #thena eternals #thena goddess of war #thenamesh #lisa rowe x reader #lisa rowe #elise clifton ward x reader #elise clifton ward #lara croft #lara croft angelina jolie #marvel #marvel imagine #mcu fandom #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #new marvel movies #the avengers #lesbian #gxg #angst

[sydsaint]

My fav chaotic bitch.💜

Summary: The reader is new to AEW. She makes quick friends with Ana Jay who introduces her to Angelo Parker. Parker is immediately smitten with the reader.

"And remember, stay out of the way of Jericho and all of his obnoxious JAS buddies." Bryan reminds you one last time before he lets you go explore backstage.

"I know, Bryan. I got it." You assure him and turn to leave.

Bryan catches your arm and stops you again. "Are you sure that you don't want to take Wheeler with you? I'm sure that he'd be happy to go." He asks you.

"I don't need a babysitter, Bryan." You huff. "I'll be fine. I'm a big girl, Bry." You assure him with a small smile.

"Alright." Your brother sighs and lets you go. "Just...be careful, please."

You nod and are finally freed from the BCC locker room. You skip backstage with a grin, happy to be out of Bryan's shadow for the night. Tony Khan has just signed you as an AEW wrestler, so you're eager to start getting to know everyone and make friends.

Your journey takes you down near the women's locker room where you spot a pretty blonde woman on her phone. You recognize her as Ana Jay and decide to introduce yourself.

"Hey." You walk over to Ana with a friendly smile.

Ana looks up from her phone with an annoyed grimace. But her look softens when she sees you. "Oh, hey. I don't think I know you." She comments.

"Yeah, I'm new. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you." You cough sheepishly. "I'm, Y/N."

"Y/N, huh?" Ana surveys you curiously. "Cool, I'm Ana." She cracks a grin. "I love that top by the way. It's super cute."

Your nervousness starts to melt away and you match Ana's smile. "Thanks! I love your work in the ring!" You pay back the compliment.

You and Ana get to chatting and you totally forget that Bryan warned you about the JAS earlier. Ana just seems so nice and cool. She can't be as bad as your brother warned you about. So how bad can the rest of them be?

"Oh, speaking of my friends." Ana is busy talking about the rest of the JAS when she spots a few of them come into the room. "Come on, Matt and Angelo just came into the room."

You turn with Ana and glance across the room at her companions. You glance at Matt first and he doesn't seem to acknowledge you. But when your gaze moves to Angelo, it's the complete opposite. You lock eyes with Parker for what seems like an eternity as Ana drags you over to him and Matt.

"Matt! Angelo! This is my new friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Angelo Parker and Matt Menard." Ana introduces everyone.

Your voice seems to get caught in your throat as you stare at Angelo. He stares back with a pair of soft yet intense brown eyes before he blinks a couple of times and clears his throat.

"Y/N, huh?" Matt speaks up first. "Nice to meet you, sweetheart." He flashes you a smile.

"Nice to meet you." You agree with a small nod.

Angelo steps a bit closer and smiles at you. "Don't mind him, he's got no manners." He insists. "I'm Angelo like Ana said. It's a pleasure to meet such a pretty face, Y/N. Welcome to AEW." He welcomes you with a smile that makes your heart thump against your chest.

"Thank you, Angelo." You smile back at him.

"Ew! Angelo!" Ana scoffs and grabs your arm. "Stop hitting on my new friend. Come on, Y/N." She turns you around and begins to walk off.

You nod and let Ana drag you off again. But as you're being dragged off you glance back at Angelo with a dreamy look on your face. He locks eyes with you again and winks as Ana drags you out of the room.

Once you're gone Angelo and Matt turn to one another. "She was kinda cute," Matt comments with a chuckle. "Too young for me though."

"Not for me." Angelo chuckles. "And she wasn't just cute, Matt. That girl was gorgeous." He corrects his partner. "Y/N." He repeats your name. "Stunning."

Later in the night, Ana is walking back to the locker rooms with you after giving you a tour of the backstage area. You hang on to one another like old friends and joke around.

"So. Now that you've met basically everyone. Anyone catch your eye?" Ana asks you with a sly smile.

"There are a couple of interesting people." You shrug with a grin. "Ricky Starks is kinda cute. And that Darius Martin guy was hot." You drop a couple of names.

Ana listens intently, nodding in approval of your choices. "Okay, you've got good taste." She giggles. "Anyone else?"

"Yeah, that Angelo Parker guy that you work with?" You nod. "He was super hot." You admit.

"Ugh, him?" Ana groans with a frown. "He's so weird though. What about Daniel? Girls are always trying to get with Danny. But he's usually not interested in groupies. So you totally have a shot with him."

You shake your head and lean into Ana. "He was cute, yeah. But not my type. Now, Angelo on the other hand. Ana, please tell me that he's single?" You ask her.

"Yeah, he's single." Ana sighs. "I'll give him your number if you want." She offers. "But don't come crying to me if things get weird."

"Yes!" You cheer. "You're the best, Ana!" You hug her.

At the end of the night, you meet back up with Bryan who bothers you for details about your night. You explain that you made fast friends with Ana then proceed to listen to him scold you about that.

While Bryan is lecturing you, you get a message from an unknown number.

- Hey, is this Y/N?

-Yeah, who this?

-It's Angelo Parker. We met earlier tonight? I was the handsome guy that Ana works with. She gave me your number.

-The Handsome one huh?

-That's me ;) You maybe wanna grab a drink with me tonight?

-Well that all depends Mr. handsome one.

-Depends on what?

-How does saving me from my annoying brother sound?

-name a time and place, my damsel in distress

-locker room 197. asap

- got it. :) omw

Around five minutes later, Bryan is still lecturing you with seemingly no end in sight. You sigh and are about to try and get him to stop when suddenly the locker room swings open. Matt and Angelo burst through the door and Angelo hurries over to you while Matt distracts Bryan.

"Jailbreak, gorgeous!" Angelo holds his hand out for you to take. "Come with me if you don't want to die of boredom." He grins at you.

You laugh and take Angelo's hand. He pulls you to your feet and whisks you out of the locker room. You laugh as you are saved and can hear Bryan calling after you. "Bye, Bryan! Talk to you later!" You shout after him as Angelo escapes with you.

Once you are a safe distance away, Angelo lets you go. "Well, I'd call that a success. Wouldn't you?" He chuckles.

"My hero." You giggle.

"My pleasure, pretty lady." Angelo bows. "Now come on! Let's go get some drinks. All on me of course." He adds.

"Lead the way then." You giggle as he holds his hand out for you again.

#Angelo parker #aew #aew dynamite #wrestling #aew dark #aew fanfiction #aew elevation #aew imagine #all elite wrestling #aew wrestling #jericho apreciation society #Ana jay #matt menard #2point0

[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

[powerseeking]

@fractempyreal​  Vergil @ mini vergil:

#･ †▐░▒ a meek human with to much power in her hands ╱ ooc ･ #I'M SO SORRY ITS ALL I COULD THINK OF SFHJSFHJSF #i have so many ideas i want to doodle out now screams #mini vergil is so offended like how dare you? #what on earth did he do #when you don't need to know what you did to know even your older self is dissapointed in you #FSHJSFHFHSFJSFHSF #i'm so sorry dash but brys gonna make it worse as i can see their screen SCREAMS #･ †▐░▒ weakness shall be overthrown ╱ delete ･ #fractempyreal #ask to tag / #tw gif /

[flowerliker]

about 🌻

my name is bryony! if we're friends it's fine if you call me bry. she/her pronouns. i live in slateport with my sunflora, soleil, and we sell flowers at the market! 🌷🌹🌼 i love grass-types and caring for them and helping them grow! in my spare time i do a lot of crochet mostly but sometimes i do a little photography too. it's usually just me and soleil but i also foster grass-type pokémon!!! send me photos of your grass-types pls 🥰 i hope we can be friends!!!

(( ooc info below ))

my other blog is @champ-inthemaking!

player hasn't done tumblr rp since she was in high school so be nice to me lmfao idfk what i'm doing

player is 25+. i'm okay interacting with minors but like, definitely nothing shippy or nsfw... not that this blog is gonna get explicit but you know

follows & interacts from this blog!

here primarily for rp purposes; this is one of those blogs that is a blog but in a world where pokémon is real and not like...y'know, a traditional rp blog. occasionally i will be willing to do actual rp but i do that on @sunflowerliker

i trigger tag but i don't tag literally everything i post as unreality; please block me if that's an issue! if you need anything specific tagged please let me know!

generally takes a more grounded, lighthearted approach to canon—as such, probably not particularly interested in interacting with sentient pokémon characters tbh, sorry! also extremely picky about things like the overt supernatural (beyond the general tone of canon), fallers and other timey-wimey shenanigans, nonhumans, and canon characters

i'm still fucking playing scarvi and probably won't follow back paldea blogs for now but will happily interact

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pokeblog rp #pkmn irl

[odetoavillan]

Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! And sorry for the briefe hiatus. Enjoy this cute one.

     Savage woke up early as usual and wandered into the kitchen to find food. Instead he found the human female bustling around the kitchen prepping copious amounts of food. She had music playing and was singing along.

     She spotted him and smiled brightly waving a flour covered hand at him.

          "Savage! Good morning." She exclaimed brightly.

          "You are never up this early... why are you now?" Savage asked.

          "On my planet today is called Thanksgiving... it's a day where we eat tons of food and deserts and hang out with family... I'm getting all the food ready right now." She explained. Savage nodded solemnly looking around the chaos of the kitchen.

          "Would you like some help?" He offered. She beamed a smile.

          "Sure! That would be so much fun!" She sqwauked happily. Savage smirked and set about helping her with the various dishes.

     The two worked hard together, mixing this cutting that, kneading dough, peeling potatoes. The aromas from the food was mouth watering.

     The pair had to chase of Ferral and various other troops from the kitchen. Savage backed off when Maul walked in to steal some food and let the couple bicker tussle, and flirt.

          "Bry." Savage nodded to his comander, as the beefy trooper walked into the kitchen.

          "Sir... you were missed at the gym this morning. I see your time was better placed... the apron is... uh... nice... unique for someone of your uh... Savage-ness... esque... ahem... when is lunch?" Bry rambled looking to Maul and the human, who was watching the scene.

          "Same time as always." She smiled kindly. "Maul! Damn it!" She cursed as the red and black zabrack darted out calling a sweet roll to him with the force. She walked over to Savage with a crooked smirk.

          "Oh, I hate it when you get that look." Savage groaned.

          "Sorry..." she chuckled. "Did you know zabrack blush a blueish color, because of your blue blood... depending on thier skin color... see, Maul blushes purplish... you and ferral are kinda greenblue... you turn that color alot when Bry is around." she stated.

          "Are we cooking or not." Savage growled. She chuckled shaking her head.

          "You zabracks are all so grumpy." She smiled.

     Lunch rolled around and everyone feasted laughed and drank. It was loud and rowdy. Several tussle broke out between Ferral and and the troops.

      After another round of food and drink everyone was basically in a food coma. Everyone draped across each other and various furniture sleeping.

     Maul held his human close as she snoozer lightly on his chest. He observed everyone around them. Ferral conversing with that jedi padawan. Savage asleep and purring with Bry leaned against his back and snoring.

          "Do you remember how you used to try and pry from me what I was thankful for on this day." He asked into her curly hair.

          "Mmh-hmm... but you always got so angry I just quit." She mumbled.

          "I'm thankful for the family I have... especially for you.... my best friend and lover." He whispered.

          "I love you so much Maul." She whispered. He pulled her close and gently kissed her lips, the two getting lost in one another.

#darth maul #maul #maul x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #star wars #feral opress #darth maul x reader #savage opress #clone trooper oc

[iamthat-iam]

Hi Bry I need to talk to you but before I say anything and I mean anything I would like to deeply apologize if I may sound rude/ disrespectful just know it wasn't my intention at all . Now please I would like to ask you if practicing mindfulness is an appropriate way of giving up and just being It's the only way I can think of to give up and just be and not to attach labels to anything ( and I heard if I do that than my life or the egos life will get better and I'll eventually notice true nature) please I beg of you just give me a clear answer instead of a vague one and please I beg of you please just be nice kind and gentle, I'm not asking you to change who you are( I'm not saying your a jerk by the way) but you came help people and i think that's disposition that has to be presented instead of this vague and dare i say ( again I'm extremely sorry if this comes off as me being rude ) cocky attitude that most of these bloggers give off and another thing that bloggers do is that when an anon aaks them how to do something they tell the anon " you know how to do it" its so simple when its actually not , they like to act like as if were dollar store( for lack of a better word ) versions of them when were not we came here for advice just like you once did!!!!!(That's all I have to say honestly, again I'm sorry if I came off as rude and disrespectful I'm just tired of being treated like trash by bloggers I'm tired of vague answers, I'm tired of them saying if you want things go to LOA like as if they didn't come to AV fora better life)

You say it's not simple, but it really is!

So many of us came into ND looking for some crazy, psychadelic experience based on preconceived ideas of what "enlightenment" or "awakening" is supposed to be like.

Drop all labels and drop all ideas of what you *think* "realizing self" is supposed to be like.

What we are pointing to is something that's already happening. It all comes down to you making that choice to finally stop searching for something outside of you. Accepting that you're already free.

To address the last portion of this ask, ND/AV is a philosophy meant only to point you back to yourself. No, this is not a technique to get something. Once you understand the philosophy, knowing that you can experience what you want comes automatically. You aren't separate from anything, so would it make sense to think "I am a person that lacks XYZ?" No! That would be silly. If you need a step by step process or a technique to achieve some end result, yes, you'd be better suited going to an LOA blog.

[storiesofsvu]

Journey to the Past Ch 19

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, that's about it. Again, ignore all the legal shit in this, I'm making it all up and pretending and not doing research this time cause I am lazy.

Back in Chicago you were absolutely buried in paperwork, in case work, and just about everything else imaginable. You’d been doing your best to keep up with things remotely while you’d been out in New York but that turned out to be harder than expected considering the case at hand. Even with coming in early, going home late and working through lunch things still weren’t progressing very well and you were starting to wonder if you could afford to hire a second assistant. You were so invested in the article you were reading you wouldn’t have even been able to tell someone what time of day it was, blindly reaching for your coffee in an attempt to keep yourself alert when an envelope dropped its way onto your desk.

“All motions and subpoena’s need to go through my paralegal.” You muttered, not glancing up from the article.

“Oh c’mon.” Bryan’s voice managed to invade your concentration, “humour me.” You looked up from the page, eyes flicking between him and the envelope before your hand darted out to snatch it up and toss it back in his direction.

“I don’t care if it’s from you, it goes through Larissa, I have a fucking system in place for a fucking reason. And if I have a case with you I clearly haven’t gotten to it yet.”

“Geeze. What’s got your panties in a knot?” Bryan chuckled and you groaned, rolling your eyes, “I’ve barely heard from you since we got back.”

“Bry. I don’t have time for this. I let too much slide when I was out there and the amount of catching up I now have to do is deplorable.”

“So I take it it’s a no for lunch then?” He asked and you huffed out a sigh, dropping back into your chair and finally looking up at him. He frowned, noticing the bags under your eyes darker than normal, your usually pristinely put together look was a little worse for wear today and he instantly felt bad about the teasing.

“No. I’m sorry but I really don’t have time.”

“Okay.” He leant in, bracing on your shoulder as his lips met the top of your head softly, lingering for a moment while he felt your body relax under the small embrace, “you need a fresh coffee?”

“Please.” You practically pouted and he chuckled, squeezing at your shoulder before disappearing from your office only to return a few moments later with a fresh steaming mug of coffee.

He placed it down on your desk wordlessly, moving around it, a hand trailing across your shoulders as he did so. His hands rested on your shoulders as he leant over to kiss the top of your head again before he ever so gently began to massage the knots out of your neck, only stopping once you’d let out a satisfied sigh and he felt your body relaxing at least a little bit.

“Thank you.” You murmured and he shifted back around to perch on the edge of your desk.

“I’ve got that board dinner tonight, but you know where to find me if you want a second set of eyes afterwards.”

“I honestly might take you up on that.” You sighed, pushing your hair off your face.

“Okay.” Cupping your cheek he leant in, leaving a soft kiss on your lips, “don’t work yourself too hard sweetheart.”

“I’ll try.” You picked up your pen and the article again, picking up where you left off as you began to scribble down notes while Bryan shifted off your desk. You were blind to it already but his hand slipped into his jacket, plucking the envelope from it and placing it down on your desk gently.

“And I really don’t think Larissa needs to see that, but I’ll leave it for whenever you have a minute, don’t rush.”

“Alright.” You murmured, “thanks. Sorry I don’t have more time.”

“It’s okay.” He ducked in and you kissed each other’s cheeks softly, “I’ll see you later.”

He was gone from your office before you could even glance up, and even then it was only a second before you returned to you work, you had too much to do. Twenty minutes later your stomach rumbled a little bit and you groaned, sucking back a large swig of coffee before digging through your desk drawer for a granola bar, eyes never leaving the paperwork in front of you. At least you’d moved onto your next task, one less thing to worry about over the course of the week. Another hour after that and there was a small knock on your door followed by Larissa’s voice saying your name and you finally glanced up.

“Yeah?”

“I could’ve ran out and got this for you, I know how busy you are.” She smiled, the bag of takeout in her hand finding home on the corner of your desk.

“Oh… I uh, I didn’t order it.” Your hand reached out to the receipt, finding the detailed note typed up at the bottom, “and it appears there’s some in here for you too.” You dug your hands into the bag, pulling out the box that was meant for her and she laughed softly.

“He’s a keeper.”

She gave you a knowing smile and quickly disappeared from your office food in hand and you took a moment to pick up your phone, shooting off a thank you text to Bryan and he replied with a simple emoji to not distract you any further. You continued working, eating as you went but curiosity got the best of you and your eyes landed on the envelope he had left for you. If he really did have a case crossing over with you he would have said something or done as you’d asked and left with Larissa. You wondered if he had inside intel about one of your cases, or if maybe there was something like theatre tickets stashed inside. You let out a soft sigh, pushing the case file away from you and reaching out to pick up the envelope, your finger sliding through the seal to break it and you pulled out the folder paper. As your eyes scanned the paper you couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, a smile finally breaking across your cheeks.

As requested that morning back in New York; it was Bryan’s very clean bill of health.

You glanced towards the clock, wondering just how much you’d be able to finish before six and how much you could get away with taking with you. Bryan had already given you the invite to come over tonight (even though at this point it was an unspoken always there one) and he’d gone out of his way to buy you lunch when he knew you probably wouldn’t have eaten otherwise. You knew you didn’t have to, and that he wasn’t expecting anything of it, but he had offered to help you with work and honestly, you really could use that right now.

**

Bryan’s board dinner had been at Morton’s Steakhouse, one of the fancier and more prestigious around town, a few hours of shooting the shit, food, drinks and cigars. He’d been focussed on making the right kind of connections and figuring out some work stuff that he hadn’t been on his phone too much, but he was a little surprised to not hear anything from you by the time he was on his way home.

He unlocked the door to his apartment and could hear a soft playlist echoing through the space, knowing it was coming from one of the classical music channels on the tv. He couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you were here, that he’d get at least a little bit of time with you, even if you were working. He stepped out of his shoes and hung his jacket up as he moved through the entry way, wandering into the main part of the apartment and let out a little chuckle as he stopped in the living room.

It appeared you had raided his closet, swiping a pair of too large sweatpants to go with your tank, but more importantly, exhaustion had won the battle. You were curled up on the couch deep in sleep, a case file strewn half on the floor half on your lap and your computer open further down the sectional. A microwave dinner was half eaten on the coffee table alongside a nearly full glass of wine.

“Poor thing.” He murmured softly, crossing through the room, first picking up the case file and sliding the papers back into it before placing it on the coffee table. He picked up your laptop, quietly shutting it and piling it on top before perching on the edge of the couch, his hand smoothing your hair back from your face, “hey…” he nudged gently at your knee and you grumbled, “sweetheart…” he nearly warned, “I know you’re tired and this couch feels comfortable right now but it’s gonna hurt in the morning.” You grumbled again, shifting nearly away from him as you fought against the sleep until you rubbed at your eyes and finally looked up at him before your eyes shot wide open and you shoved yourself up.

“Oh god!”

“What?” He laughed, hand still softly caressing at your cheek.

“I so didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You huffed, “fuck. Sorry.”

“It’s perfectly fine.” He leant in, gently kissing you and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, your own hand coming up to his cheek, nails scratching into his beard. “You needed it.”

“Yeah but I wanted to be awake when you got home. Have a drink, some dessert? How was dinner.”

“The usual bullshit, but good.” His arm wound around you, pulling you up from the couch, “but you need rest. Let’s get you to bed, I’ll look over these files for you and add some notes after I shower and we can go over them in the morning.”

“Fine.” You grumbled over a yawn and Bryan couldn’t help but laugh, rubbing at your back as he guided you down the hallway.

You promptly dropped yourself into his bed, snuggling deep under the covers while he made sure your phone was plugged in, leaving the lamp on before he moved into the bathroom. You were out like a light in the short amount of time it took him to shower and change, so he simply pressed a gentle kiss to your temple before quietly shutting the bedroom door and making his way out to the living room.

He took a minute to tidy up and made sure all of your work stuff was in the same place before pouring a glass of bourbon and settling on the couch to do exactly what he’d promised.  

*

When you woke in the morning you were actually feeling well rested but were disappointed to find the bed empty already. The smell of coffee wafted through the apartment and you could hear muted conversation going on down the hallway, it piqued your interest as to who Bryan’s company was, and why they were over so early in the day. You grabbed a cardigan, pulling it on over top of your pyjamas and after a quick freshen up you wandered down the hallway into the main part of the apartment, your brow furrowing at the sight in front of you.

“What’s…. going on here?” You asked and Bryan glanced up in your direction. He was at the dining table along with Amber, which made sense to you, sometimes you needed an assist when working from home. What didn’t make sense was the presence of your paralegal, “did you kidnap Larissa?”

“Figured it would be easier and faster to get through your overload with both of them.” He replied with a shrug and you laughed, moving toward the coffee machine to pour yourself a cup.

“Did you at least let her eat breakfast first?”

“On the contrary, he required I pick up breakfast on the way.” Larissa replied, gesturing to the take out bags on the island.

“Bryan!” You scolded, crossing over to the table, approaching him from behind, your hand smoothed over his back as you ducked to kiss the side of his head.

“We’ve gone through all your motions and I did my best at closing arguments for the Wentworth case for you.” He replied and you let out a little huff of a laugh.

“Thank you. You could’ve at least woken me up.”

“You needed sleep.” He squeezed at your hand, “we’ve got this.”

“He’s right.” Larissa cut in, “you’ve been overworking yourself since coming back from New York and you’ve been doing all of it. I easily could have taken on like half of this, you’ve basically been paying me to sit on my phone all day.”

“You do realize the point of hiring an assistant is to assist you, right?” Bryan asked and you rolled your eyes.

“At least I don’t use mine like a lacky.” You directed your gaze to Bryan, “you can pick up your own dry cleaning you know.” You picked up a couple of the empty coffee mugs from the table, crossing back to the kitchen as Amber spoke.

“No, he’s been pretty good recently, probably thanks to you.”

“He knows he’s on a short leash.” You shot back with a grin and Bryan scowled.

“You know, I’d really rather leave my personal life outside of work.”

“Bold coming from someone who enjoys fucking in his office.” You chuckled and Bryan let out a huff, shooting you a playful glare as you placed down a fresh coffee for him. “I’m only teasing.” You murmured, pinching at his arm, “I thought we had a meeting at eleven?”

“I got Diane to push it to two thirty so we could get stuff done here.”

“Okay.” You let out a small sigh, glancing at the papers scattered around the table, “where can I jump in.”

“Here.” Amber held out a case file as you took your seat beside Bryan and started to look through the case.

Thanks to Bryan’s quick thinking on calling in back up the four of you actually did manage to whittle down your inbox and to do pile immensely. You hadn’t quite processed just how much there was to do to get caught up on, or how much of it technically was Larissa’s job, and would be forever grateful that they had come together to help you get everything done. It was nearing noon when Bryan let out a sigh and stretched himself out before leaning in and kissing your cheek,

“I’m jumping in the shower.”

“Yeah.” You murmured in reply, squeezing his hand and accepting the little rub on your shoulder that he left as you continued to write up an argument. After he left the room you could feel the girl’s eye’s on you and you glanced up, “what?”

“He must really like you.” Amber started quietly with a small grin on her face, “because he would never do something like this otherwise. Hell, he passes off half of his own work to me on a regular basis and here he is making sure you sleep in and doing your work for you?”

“If you ask me it’s more than like.” Larissa stated.

“Stop it. Both of you.” You half glared at the two of them, turning back to your paperwork.

“You think I can’t hear you and Kim gossiping over lunch about this?” Larissa asked, “my desk it directly outside your door and it’s rarely closed.”

“So you’re admitting you’re an eavesdropper?” You raised a brow in her direction with a small laugh.

“I can’t help that Kim’s voice carries.” She shrugged, “besides, you’re still ignoring the fact that he told you he loved you in New York.”

“Okay, we’re moving your desk.” You replied firmly as Amber let out a dramatic gasp.

“So that’s why he’s been so much better recently?” She turned to you, “have you said it back?”

“I already said, she’s avoiding it.” Larissa pointed out “shame though, because he clearly does.”

“I am not having this conversation.” You pushed up to standing, closing the file in front of you as you started to pile things up and organize them by level of completion. From down the hall you heard the running water come to a stop, and you let out a huff.

“Yeah, because you’re avoiding saying it back.” Larissa prodded and you rolled your eyes.

“You overheard something, and you misconstrued what you heard. It was completely out of context, and not that it’s any of your business but no I haven’t said anything because the topic hasn’t come up again. We’re working through some stuff.”

“Yeah, like denial of being two idiots in love.” Amber laughed, pulling a louder one from Larissa and your rolled your eyes again.

“You know, I think we’ve got enough work done, thank you for your help today, you can both go.”

“Okay, okay.” They laughed, “we’ll stop.”

“Just let me finish these motions.” Amber flipped the page and picked up her pen again.

Your eyes narrowed at the two girls, but you knew it was all just in the name of fun, and they honestly made some decent points. You tidied up the dining table, coffee cups getting dumped and rinsed, placed in the dishwasher before you headed down the hall to get yourself ready for the office.

After getting changed you ducked into the bathroom, swiping on some minimal make up and pulling your hair out of the messy bun to style it into something more appropriate for work. You were putting the final pins in place when you caught Bryan’s gaze in the mirror while he was leaning against the door frame, watching you with a soft smile on his cheeks.

“What?” You asked, hands reaching out for a necklace on the counter.

“Nothing.” He chuckled softly, crossing through the space to take the necklace from you, swiftly clasping it in place behind your neck before kissing your skin gently, “you look beautiful.” You felt warmth swirl through you, settling in your chest, a tinge of heat in your cheeks as you gazed back at him through the mirror.

“Thank you.” You turned in his arms, popping up on your toes to kiss him properly, “we should probably get going.”

“Yeah.” He smiled down at you, stealing another kiss and squeezing gently at your ass, pulling a giggle from you as you tried to get away from his prying hands. Instead he simply tugged you back to him, lips meeting yours in a deeper kiss than the last before his hand slid down your side and his fingers interlaced with yours. “C’mon, we’ve got work to do.”

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