#bryan kneef

[storiesofsvu]

Poolside

Bryan Kneef x reader warnings: language, smut, daddy kink, dirty talk derogatory dirty talk, oral (m receiving), face fucking, slapping, you could call it orgasm denial? Reader kinda being a brat Besties this one got AWAY from me...i'm not sorry. You're welcome...

Bryan was sprawled across the lounger, sunglasses covering his closed eyes while he soaked up the sun at his private pool, finally able to enjoy a moments relaxation. He nearly heard the water droplets on the cement before a few began to hit his legs and he grimaced, he didn’t want to get into the water, and he’d made it very clear he didn’t want to be splashed either. Suddenly, something landed in his lap and he grunted, eyes shooting open while he sat up.

“What the hell?”

He looked up to see you smiling down at him, water droplets dripping down your body as your bikini clung to your skin leaving very little to the imagination as you giggled, gesturing to his lap.

“Can you do my sunscreen?” You asked with a near pout of your lips and he was halfway through an eye roll when your hands moved behind your neck, swiftly undoing your bikini top to let it drop to the ground. You simply shrugged at his widening eyes, “can’t risk tan lines.”

“Naturally.” He muttered, shaking his head at your antics as his eyes roamed your body and you smirked down at him.

“You gonna help or not?”

“Get down here.” His hand circled your wrist, tugging you into his lap so you were facing the pool as he picked up the sunscreen.

He popped the cap and it sounded identical to a bottle of lube and you felt the Pavlovian response of your pussy fluttering around nothing, your body relaxing and tingling, ready for him to make you see stars. You held back a moan when his hands slid up your back, rubbing the cream into your heated skin, and despite his earlier internal complaints he didn’t slack off, every inch of your back safely covered and very well rubbed in.

Bryan’s hands closed around your waist, lifting you slightly off his lap, “turn around.” He urged and you did so, plopping down into his lap with a small giggle as his eyes trained on your bouncing tits. “Arm.”

You held one out, watching as he squeezed at the tube again, smearing the cream between his hands before coating your arm in it, roaming up your shoulder and across your collarbone, coating your neck and decolletage. You let out a breathy sigh as his hands massaged it into your skin, your eyes fluttering shut, purposefully riling him up, grinding into his lap to feel his cock beginning to harden.

It was his turn to mess with you a second later, his large hands rolling over your tits, groping as he rubbed what was left of the sunscreen into them. Your head dropped back with a breathy sigh and his dick twitched in his shorts, eyes narrowing in on your hardening nipples. He couldn’t resist it, thumbs rubbing over them and he held back a groan at the sound that came out of your lips when he did so. He flicked at them with his fingers and you shuddered, a moan leaving your throat when he pinched them, pressing harder and harder until your body lurched towards him.

“Bry…”

“Yeah?” He chuckled darkly, “you like that you little slut?”

“Mmmhmm.” You nodded, your eyes wide as you opened them to pout in his direction, “love it when daddy plays with my tits.”

“You sure do.” Grinning, he pinched your nipples again, pulling them away from your body before letting them go and watching your tits bounce as you let out a needy whine.

He leant forward, tongue flicking over one nipple and then the other before he sucked the entire thing into his mouth, his beard scratching across your sensitive skin. Your hand threaded into his locks, fingertips scratching at his scalp while he nipped and lapped at your skin. His hand soon replaced it so he could repeat the actions on the other side and you were already a whining mess, grinding down onto his lap harder with each time his tongue flicked at your nipple.

“Fuck Bry..”

He let you pop out of his mouth, his hand sliding up your chest before wrapping around your neck, tilting your face back to him.

“Dirty girl.” He muttered, “was that your plan the entire time? Come over here playing all coy so daddy would play with these perky tits?”

“No.” You shook your head, giggling as a grin took over your lips.

“Liar.”

“No!” You pouted, shifting off the chair and onto a towel on your knees, “wanted to play with your cock.”

Bryan groaned, he was already hard enough there was a tent in his shorts, one that you were hungrily eyeing up as your hands ran up his legs. You glanced up at him just long enough to catch his eyes darkening as his tongue darted out to wet his lips and that was all you needed. Your hands slunk into his waistband, tugging the shorts down his legs and tossing them to the ground. You couldn’t help but bite your lip, no matter how many times you saw his cock it would always drive you wild, thick and hard, slapping up into his stomach. You let out a whine, your cunt fluttering around nothing as your mouth watered, a gasp leaving your lips when Bryan’s hand slapped your cheek.

“Well get to it, slut.”

“Yes daddy.”

Sitting up on your knees you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, stroking him a few times, your thumb brushing over the bead of precum, smearing it into your hand. Bryan watched as you spit into your hand, mixing it with his cum before stroking him again, slowly as your hand squeezed ever so lightly. He let out a soft groan, his head falling back against the recliner as his breathing began to pick up.

Opening your mouth your tongue stuck out, licking a broad stripe from the base to tip, flicking your tongue at the top, giggling when he twitched in your hand. Your tongue traced a circle around the head before your lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him into your mouth, just the tip and Bryan had to use every ounce of self control not to shove your head down until you could barely breathe. He blew a low breath out of his nose, his eyes scrunching shut as his hands formed fists as his sides. You had said you wanted to play with him, after all.

You popped off his dick, giving it little kitten licks that simply tormented him, the tip of your tongue tracing the veins on his thick shaft. Your hand began to move again, smearing your saliva up and down his cock before your mouth wrapped around his balls.

“Oh fuck…” He groaned, a few more drops of pre-cum leaking out of him that you eagerly collected, smearing over his cock.

Your tongue lapped as his balls, sucking on one, groaning around it, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his entire body and when you sucked the second one into your mouth too his toes began to curl. You picked up the pace of your hand, but only so much, drool pooling in your mouth as you continued to suck his balls.

“Shit, yes..” he grunted, “you know just how daddy likes it.”

You moaned again, your tongue dancing across his balls before you let them drop from your mouth, your lips parted as you panted, sitting up on your knees again. Lips spit slicked you took his cock in between them again, this time sinking down a little bit further before pulling back up to the tip, then sinking down a little further than that and repeating the process.

“Just.. love sucking cock don’t you?” Bryan didn’t resist anymore, his hand tangling into your hair, bunching in between his fingers, “little fucking cock slut.”

All you could do was moan around him, pulling another grunt from him as the sensation sent shivers through his body. You finally sunk down all the way, your nose brushing the wiry hair on his skin for a moment before pulling off with a gasp, spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Oh you can do better than that.” He chided, his hand immediately shoving your head back down while thrusting his hips off the lounger and you nearly yelped, your hands coming to brace on his thighs as he buried his cock in the back of your throat. “Fucking whore.” He groaned as you relaxed your throat around him and he was able to push even deeper, “you know better than to tease daddy. You can take it like the bitch in heat you are, you know you’ve gotta earn your fucking orgasms.”

You whined around him, drool pooling in the corners of your mouth, starting to drip down onto his thighs and his free hand wrapped around your throat. He squeezed, moving his hips back and fourth and let out a low groan, his cock twitching in your mouth and you could feel more cum drip down your throat.

“That’s it..” his head fell back when your tongue began to move again, circling around him the best you could from that angle, “love feeling that fucking bulge in your throat. Such a good little whore, taking such a big cock.”

His hand left your throat, slapping your cheek and you whimpered around him. The hand in your hair yanked you up and you cried out, sucking in as much air as you could, your chest heaving as he laughed darkly.

“Are you fucking crying?” He taunted, slapping your cheek again, watching a mascara smeared tear roll over your cheek “over some fucking cock?”

“Please daddy!” You whined, lips forming a pout and he laughed again, hand grabbing at your jaw to open your lips before he shoved you back down to his dick. You couldn’t help but moan as he pushed you all the way down to the base, holding you for only a moment before just the tip was in your mouth and he stood up from the lounger.

“Pathetic little fucking slut.” He growled, “I thought I might let you come, get you off but now you’re gonna make daddy come first, understood?” His hand yanked at your hair when you didn’t reply and you whimpered, another tear streaking down your cheek.

“Yes daddy.”

“There’s my good girl.” The next slap he delivered was softer, “now open your whore mouth and stick that tongue out so daddy can fuck your face.”

You did as asked, tilting your head back and sticking your tongue out as far as you could. A second later Bryan was shoving his cock between your lips, thrusting his hips as hard as he could, the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat. You did your best to suck around him, tongue eagerly lapping up any hints of pre-cum that you could, hollowing your cheeks around him any second his hips began to falter. One of your hands braced on his thigh, the other coming up to play with his balls and he let out a low grunt.

“Fuck…don’t fucking stop.”

You could feel him twitching in your mouth, his balls tensing as you rolled them in your palm, squeezing gently, some squeezes longer than the others.

“You’re gonna make daddy come.” He groaned and you moaned around his cock, “bet you like that, not surprised you’re a cum slut too.” His hips thrusted deeper into your throat and you felt a fresh set of tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. “You wanna taste?”

You nodded the best you could, looking up at him with pleading eyes and he laughed darkly and slapped you again.

“Too fucking bad.” He grunted, pulling himself from your mouth as his eyes fluttered shut and he began to stoke his dick, hard and fast as his peak approached, “ruined that chance. Show me those fuckin tits.”

You sat up on your knees, hands cupping your chest to press them up for him as your back arched and a few pumps later he was squeezing around his cock, hot cum spurting out, painting your skin. Panting, he rubbed a few more times, squeezing at the base of his dick before wiping any remnants off with two fingers, smearing them across your nipples. You raised a hand to scoop some up and he swatted your hand away.

“Don’t even think about it.” His hand closed around your wrist, tugging you to standing and gesturing to the lounger beside his, “you’re going to lie there until that dries, want you covered in my cum so you don’t forget what a pathetic little whore you are.” He pressed a rough kiss to your lips, groaning over the taste of him on your mouth, “and once it is dry, you’re gonna start to play with your needy little cunt, but like hell you’re allowed to come, understood?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Because where is the only place you’re allowed to come?”

“Around daddy’s cock.”

“Good girl.” He gently patted your cheek, shoving you toward the lounger and you let out a huff, pouting at him over your shoulder before you dropped down.

“Careful,” he warned with a wicked grin, putting his sunglasses back on as he picked up his magazine and settled back into his chair, “any attitude like that and you won’t be coming for a week.”

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[thatesqcrush]

Le sigh.

[adarafaelbarba]

If you’re still doing the five sentence ficlets: “I don’t want to be alone.” with Bryan Kneef please 🥰

"And why's that, ms. y/l/n?" "Because I've been alone through shit like this before and it was not fun!" She said, rolling her eyes at Bryan's frankly idiotic question.

"Alright, I'll stay." that made her feel better and she nodded in thanks.

They both looked at the screen as they waited for results.

Not pregnant

"Thank fucking GOD!" She exclaimed and got out of her seat. "Thanks for your help Mr. Kneef, now have a good day!"

[madamsnape921]

Purple

Pairing: Bryan Kneef x female reader 

WC: 1384

Raúl Taglist: @beccabarba @alwaysachorusgirl @law-nerd105  @prurientpuddlejumper  @welcometothemxdhouse @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @lv7867 @word-scribbless 

@plaidbooks @storiesofsvu @navalcriminalimagines

Bryan sat alone in his office on a Friday. Most people had just started to leave for the weekend. Normally Bryan would stay late to finish up the work he was doing, but since he’d met you, his paralegals suddenly started working more evenings especially on Friday. 

YN: Hey Bry! Do you have plans this evening?

Bryan: Yes. I’ll be playing with your pretty pussy.

YN: That sounds fun! Could you help me with another art project first?

Bryan: ...

YN: *pouty face selfie*

Bryan: You know I can’t say no to you. What will I be doing? Modeling again? Naked this time?

YN: It’s a surprise but I think you’ll like it

Bryan: I’m on my way over now. Do I need to bring anything?

YN: Nope! Just your sexy self, mister. *wink kiss emoji*

Bryan: Keep talking like that and your art won’t be made today, pretty girl.

YN: Love you!! *heart emoji*

Bryan: as you should

Bryan: *heart emoji*

Bryan put his phone in his pocket after ordering a ride to your apartment. He’d started walking out of the office after your first text. 

Meanwhile, you’ve planned everything for a perfect art making evening with Bryan. He was always so supportive of your work even though your work lives were so very different. You were nervous about his reaction to this new project even though you knew he’d absolutely love it. 

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Bryan walked into your apartment to the sight of you bent over adjusting a cloth canvas on the floor.  You were dressed in an old, stained shirt that did little to hide the prominent curve of your ass. The scent of fresh paint filled the room, making his stomach flutter with anticipation.

"Hey, baby," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he took in your focused expression. You hadn't noticed him enter, engrossed in your work.

"Bryan!" You spun around to see him leaning against the doorframe, one eyebrow arched questioningly. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Of course not, why would I announce myself?" He chuckled, pushing away from the frame and striding across the room to kneel beside you. "What have you got planned for me tonight, Miss Artist?"

You blushed, despite the excitement that bubbled in your chest. "You'll see," you said coyly, patting the spot beside you. He sat down, his weight making the canvas shift slightly.

"So, I want to try something different tonight," you began, your hands hovering over the canvas as if unsure. "Here's the plan," you say, your voice trembling with excitement. "We each choose a paint color and put it on ourselves and the canvas. Then we'll..." You pause, feeling nervous.

"What happens next?" Bryan asks, his curiosity piqued.

"We'll have sex on the canvas," you reply with a shy smile.

Bryan's eyes widened in surprise, but then he broke into a grin. "Well, I can get behind that," he said, looking at the colors of paint you had chosen. "What color do you want?"

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at Bryan's muscular arms as he removed his clothes, then decided to choose a color that would look good on his skin. "Let's go with red," you said, handing him a brush with the chosen color. "I'll go with blue."

Bryan nodded and dipped the brush into the tub of red paint. With a chuckle, he started painting his arms and torso, working the paint into his skin with deliberate strokes. You watched, entranced, your heart throbbing in your chest.

Once he was covered in a layer of red, Bryan beckoned you to him. With a shaking hand, you picked up your own brush and painted your arms and chest with the blue paint, watching his approving grin as you did so. Once you were both covered in a swirl of colors, you joined hands and stepped onto the canvas, feeling the cool texture under your feet.

"Okay," Bryan said, his eyes locked onto yours, "let's do this."

You nod, feeling the electricity in the air as you both leaned in for a passionate kiss. As your lips met, your bodies started to move in rhythm, the paint on your skin creating a sensual, textured canvas beneath your hands.

As your passion grew, so did the intensity with which you moved and painted, the red and blue colors merging and blending into a painting that was a masterpiece of passion and desire. The canvas beneath you bore witness to your love, each touch, each movement, each gasp and moan captured forever.

Finally, spent and breathless, you collapsed onto the canvas, panted breaths echoing in the quiet apartment. Bryan's arms wrapped around you, a satisfied smile on his face as he looked at the beautiful, colorful painting that bore testament to your love.

"You're a genius, you know that?" Bryan said, kissing the top of your head. "This is the most amazing thing you've ever done."

You smiled, replaying the passionate moments in your mind. "I'm glad you liked it," you said, snuggling closer to him. "But even more than that, I'm glad I get to share these special moments with you."

Bryan kissed your neck, his hand tracing patterns in the blue paint on your skin. "Always," he said, his voice low and full of emotion. "Always with you."

The two of you stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of your passionate creation, the vibrant hues of your bodies and the canvas a testament to your shared love. The scent of fresh paint lingered in the air, mingled with the sweet fragrance of your skin after a long, tiring yet fulfilling day. The world outside the apartment seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other's embrace, surrounded by a masterpiece of passion and desire.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” you suggested. 

Together you walked to the bathroom and got into the shower. The warm water cascaded over your bodies, washing away the layers of paint and sweat. Bryan's strong hands massaged your back while you returned the favor, his broad shoulders feeling like a safe haven. The water mingled with the paint as it swirled down the drain, leaving only memories of passion and love in its wake.

As the paint washed down the drain, Bryan ran his hands over your body. "Turn around and put your hands against the wall," he commanded.

He ran his hand down your back before giving each of your ass cheeks a quick smack. "Good girl. Now spread those legs for me and lean against the wall. I'm going to fuck this pretty little pussy," Bryan purred in your ear.

You followed his instructions, spreading your legs and bending over. Bryan rubbed his dick against your wet opening before thrusting inside.

"Oh, Bryan!" you moaned.

"Shut up and take this cock like a good girl," he growled.

Bryan continued to pound into you with one hand on your hip and the other roughly grabbing your breast. You moaned loudly, almost reaching your climax.

"Come on my cock, YN. Now."

You obeyed, coming around his cock as he roared and squeezed your tit again. After he pulled out, he turned you around and kissed you.

There was no need for words as you finished cleaning off any remaining paint.

As you stepped out of the shower, Bryan handed you a towel, wrapping one around himself. You dried each other off, feeling the familiar warmth that only comes from being with someone who knows you inside and out. He kissed your forehead, his eyes soft and filled with love.

"That was amazing," he said, meaning more than just the painting. "I feel so...complete."

You smiled at him, feeling the same way. "I'm glad I could share this with you," you said, snuggling close to him. "It's not just a painting. It's us."

Bryan nodded, his arms tightening around you. "Always us."

That night, as you snuggled close to Bryan in bed, you knew that this was just one of the many memorable moments you would share with him. You fell asleep, dreaming of the countless colors and textures your life would take together, knowing that no matter where your journey would lead, it would always be one masterpiece of passion and love.

[melancholyromance]

Raul Esparza as Bryan Kneef in The Good Fight

[hvnnibalecter]

SUNKISSED. | BRYAN KNEEF x F!CHARACTER.

CHARACTERS : Bryan Kneef x F!Character.

RATING : Bryan being Bryan, nothing smutty or explicit.

A/N : First Bryan Kneef drabble is out!🥰 English isn't my first language, so it is possible that there is some grammatical errors along the way. divider is from @cafekitsune, icon is from @thatesqcrush. No use of Y/N

inspired by @storiesofsvu's "Poolside"

Bryan Kneef thought that maybe a few weeks of vacation wouldn’t be bad. A plane ticket to Europe and a business class flight later, he found himself in a five-star hotel in Italy. Sitting by the hotel’s private pool, the lawyer had swapped his usual suit for a pair of swimming trunks, his Tom Ford sunglasses on his nose, he was looking at a magazine he had found at the reception.

He wasn’t used to relaxing like this, he liked to be in the heart of the action and make the lawyers in front of him wondering if they were actually worth something as a lawyer. Definitely more used to being behind his desk or in a courtroom rather than by a pool, he had the feeling that the vacation might not be as enjoyable as he could have think.

He seemed to suddenly change his mind when he saw a young woman with black hair appear in a two-piece swimsuit, a simple red bikini. Her long hair fell harmoniously down her back, Bryan nodded as he pushed his sunglasses up his nose to get a better look at her. She had a slim body and her tanned skin seemed to make her bikini stand out, Bryan delicately ran his tongue over his lips. After all, he was here to relax, right?

He put his sunglasses on a small table near the deckchair before getting into the water, he rested against the edge of the pool while continuing to watch the young woman who couldn't have been more than thirty-five years old, she stretched against the edge of the pool. She turned her head towards Bryan after having let herself fall into the water, she offered him a sweet smile as she continued to go back and forth, Bryan watched her swim underwater before bursting in right in front of him. Bryan was suddenly captured by the young woman's green eyes who smiled at him while running her fingers through his hair.

"Hello," she said in a soft voice that was so pleasant to Bryan's ears. "Do you enjoy the view?"

"I have no shame about telling you that I do really enjoy the view" Bryan replied, nodding before staring at the young woman who moved even closer to him.

They were only a few inches apart, the young woman blinked before staring at him, Bryan lost his gaze in that of the young woman who simply told him that there were perhaps more interesting things to do than swimming. Bryan got out of the water, he stood up, running a hand through his hair before reaching out to the young woman to help her get out of the pool. He definitely appreciated the fact that her bikini stuck to her skin. She was definitely not a prude and Bryan was not the type of man who would refuse advances from such a beautiful creature. She ran her tongue over her lips before moving closer to him, he slid his fingers along her leg before she started running to the hotel entrance, Bryan rolled his eyes and chased her.

He arrived near the stairs and stared at the young woman who stepped back with an amused look, he moved closer to her until she was pressed against the wall.

"I have a bedroom suite in this hotel," Bryan whispered against her ear, "and a bottle of champagne."

[jonasnightingale]

kieran has wares if you have coin 😼 link in comments

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Two beards

Its been a long long minute. Life has not been kind to me, but although this is a little late, this is for @beccabarba birthday. This is just the start that I needed to get out, more to come when the writing fairy sprinkles me with some writing dust to help me get out of this funk.  

WC: 732

Warnings: None really, setting the story line, sorry if the one Spanish word is wrong, I goggled it.

Enjoy x

As you sat across the table looking between the two bearded men, you were not surprised that they had ended up in conflict resolution. You had 20 separate complaints from multiple judges, court staff and past jury duty citizens all voicing how both these well-educated men ended up going toe to toe either during or after a case in front of way too many people, court security being called in one too many times. Most judges didn’t want to go into a court room if they knew both were lawyers on the case and it was getting around the jury room about them, requests coming in that they be moved to different trails. You were the last stop before final steps would be taken so that they would be banned from representing clients that belonged to the same case.  

You sat back in your chair, looking down at your watch before crossing your arms over your body and rolling your eyes seeing the meeting that had only started 10 minutes ago and they were already at each other’s throat, throwing insults at each other. For two men that were so educated and handsome, you really wondered how they had this much hate for each other.

You let them get it out of their system and watched on as they went tit for tat bringing up past cases saying if they said this the other would have lost or if the other hadn’t of slept with the judge in college the other would have won. You started to tune out flicking through the pile of complaints when you noticed the English they had been talking in switched to Spanish and you tuned back in to what they were saying. Your ex-partner being Latin and you understood every word. Your eyes shot between them like you were watching a ping pong game, and the soon career based insults turned very personal, they insulting each other about their mothers and you saw red,

“Para” you roared through the room and slammed your hands down on your desk “Do you hear yourselves?”

Both men froze mid-sentence, taking their gaze from each other and setting their eyes on you. For a moment heat swept through you when you seen the intense look on both their faces and you quickly pushed the feelings away, your rage at their behaviour pushing back through you again.

“Both of you get out of my office, now” you spat.

You frowned your brows and watched as both of the bearded men stood up off their chairs and walked out, your door being shut behind them. You threw yourself back in your chair and sighed shaking your head, in your 15 year career and your 5 years in this office, not once had you come across two lawyers being this bad. You had heard rumours about Bryan, seeing firsthand what he was capable of in and out of the court room, but Racehorse was new to the court rooms in town and as far as you knew he hadn’t snuck his claws into anything just yet. You spent the rest of the day doing your research and coming up with a plan of action, also getting your personal assistant to send emails to both of theirs informing them when they needed to appear in your office again.

The sun had started to set and you were the last one left in your office, everyone else gone home. You where finishing off some paper work from another conflict resolution case when there was a knock on your door, you yelled out come in thinking it was your uber eats,

“Just sit it on the corner of the desk. Thanks” not even looking up from your screen and you kept typing. You continued to look at your screen till you heard a clearing of the throat and you looked up over your screen and raised an eye brow “Don’t you think you two have cause enough issues for one day. I’m off the clock” you sat back in your chair with a huff.

Both men started to make their way towards the other side of your desk, both sitting in the same seats they sat in earlier that day. Bryan sitting a bottle of whiskey on the table, a smirk pulled to his face and grin pulling to Racehorse’s,

“Hope you have glasses”

Tags: @beccabarba @ben-c-group-therapy @alwaysachorusgirl

[i-run-with-scissors39]

Head canon nobody asked for and that popped into my head: Bryan Kneef has used clone-a-Willy kits. Multiple times. Gives them as gifts to his current paramours. For reasons.

[frederickchiltonsproperty]

I love how much Bryan Kneef content there is out there to say he had what, 5-10 minutes of screen time💀

[storiesofsvu]

Bryan Kneef NSFW Alphabet

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: so much smut, so many kinks, dirty derogatory talk, teasing, threesomes, edging, masturbation. y'all know the drill lol. I don't remember if this was requested. It's been sitting in my wips for MONTHS now and I figured I should finally finish it.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It mainly depends on the setting, if Bryan takes someone home, or is in someone’s bed he’ll give the minimal amount of cuddles he needs. He doesn’t like to, but he knows with the amount of bdsm kinky things he’s into he needs to make sure his partner is okay afterwards, no matter what level of involved they are. He’ll usually wait til she’s asleep and then sneak out. If you’re in a committed relationship he’s going to be incredibly gentle, if its not too late he loves to take a bath with you, watching the hickeys and marks on your skin darken as he holds you under the water, enjoying the relaxation himself.

B = Body part (your favourite body part of theirs and theirs of yours)

He adores your ass. I mean, he loves all of your body, tits, hips, calves, lips, but your ass is something he can never get enough of. Grabbing it, squeezing it, fucking it, he’s all about  ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Bryan loves to cum deep inside you, and adores watching the cum leak out of you, fucking it back into your cunt with his fingers, a toy or his cock (this is of course as long as your on BC or he’s snipped, he aint about that baby life). He also loves coming on your face, basically anything with cum, the messier the better.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He will sub for the right person, and will gladly get pegged and he absolutely adores it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He’s *very* experienced. He knows exactly how to seduce someone and exactly how to please them, and just the best way to get himself off. Name something and he’s likely tried it. He’s afraid of basically nothing and is always down to explore kinks or walk someone down that road.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying) Doggy. There’s no doubt. He loves to watch your ass, thrust a thumb into your ass as he fucks you, pull you flush against him, hand wrapping around your throat as he pounds into you from behind.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s more serious. A few little chuckles here and there before he’s done with it. Though if he’s actually with someone he’ll be more goofy in the moment, but even with someone he loves he’s sill gonna be more serious.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) 

Bryan likes to sleep around, he’s a playboy and that kind of intimacy doesn’t even become part of the conversation until he’s sure that he wants to pursue a relationship with someone or if he knows that from the start and is “courting” them instead of seducing them. Ya get me? Lol. If he sees you and knows instantly you’re more than a quick fuck he’s gonna pull out all the stops, rose petals on the bed for the first night you sleep together and shit.

J = Jack off (masturbation head canon)

Likely daily. Morning wood taken care of in the shower. In the evening’s he’ll strip down and get into bed, getting super comfortable, drink in one hand, cock in the other as he turns on porn and watches for a few hours. Most nights it’s gonna be a long run, teasing himself until he can’t hold back anymore.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It would literally be easier to list the things he’s *not* into LOL. Bryan’s all about the BDSM community, he likes to tie you up, use a crop to spank you, all about the toys for both you and him. Pet play is something he enjoys, and you just have to know this man has a dirty kink.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He knows he has to be somewhat careful due to his job/image, but he’ll likely fuck you anywhere. He’s a bit of a exhibitionist, loves fucking you up against the windows, bent over his desk, the bathroom at a bar, in the shower at home, over the kitchen island, on the couch.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

 A number of things! He particularly enjoys you in lingerie, or little hints of it peeking out from under your clothes. Skirt riding up just enough to see the top of your thigh highs, bending over just enough so he can see the red lace under your shirt. Coming home to find you half or fully naked in his bed. Getting sent racy texts or photos is what really gets him going. He’s also the one that gets horny jealous. If he sees you flirting with another man/getting hit on by another man you just know he’s going to take you home (or to the nearest private space) and is gonna remind you who you belong to and why.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There may be a lot he’ll experiment with but I’m gonna say that scat play is past his limit.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves pussy but he absolutely loves getting his dick sucked, there’s just nothing comparable to it. The image of you on your knees in front of him makes him instantly hard, and he obviously likes them messy. Likes when you spit into your hand before stroking his cock, loves fucking your face, drool dripping down your chin, thrusting so deep into your throat you’re gagging around him, eyes watering, mascara running. The more ruined you are by the end of it the better.

When it comes to giving, he is good at it and knows what he’s doing, but it’s a step that he’ll skip for his quick hook ups.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough 99% of the time. He likes it hard, he likes to fuck you senseless, deep and hard enough that you’re going to be feeling it for the rest of the week.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Absolutely fucking adores them. Quickie in the shower, quickie in the morning once he sees the lingerie you’re wearing. Sees you in a fancy dress for a gala? Gonna fuck you in the backseat of the car on the way there. Office quickie? You bet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolute risk taker. He’s always game to experiment and try out something new. He’s only turned down a couple of things over the years and that’s cause they were super fucking weird. He’s more than willing to role play, for you to dress up, or recreate porn you’ve watched together. And he’s obviously not against fucking in public.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He can last a decent amount of time. Long enough for the foreplay, for you to suck his dick and then to fuck you into next week. If he is starting to get tired, or it’s been a longer day, he’ll make you ride him a while before he dicks you down. As for rounds, he can go all night, but he’s gonna need a bit longer of a break between turns, and he loves to cock warm you during those.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) This man has a toy collection big enough to rival your own, maybe even bigger. He’s got a couple of vibes to help out when his hands get tired, or the position means he can’t really reach your clit. He’s definitely got one that sits in your panties and rubs on your clit that he has the remote to. Same with an internal one of the same. He’s got butt plugs of varying sizes, at least one dildo so he can fully double penetrate you without having someone else there. He’s definitely got a couple of cock rings and at least one of them vibrates. He’s also not afraid of his own ass being played with, so he’s got toys for that too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s the ultimate tease. Fantastic with words, sexts, and dirty talk he’ll have you absolutely dripping and whining for him and he’ll still make you choke on his cock, grinding on his shoe before he’ll touch you. And if you’ve been the one teasing him and riling him up all day, you better believe that he’s not letting you come, he’ll wait til you’re right on the brink and then completely stop. As long as he’s come himself, he’s not touching you and you just know you’re not allowed to touch yourself for the next week. (but he’ll use you however he wants to in that time frame).

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not crazy loud, lots of groaning, grunting and swearing. But he’s also into dirty talk, and definitely leans to the derogatory side of things. Calling you his dirty whore, his little cum slut, how well you take his thick cock, how good it feels when he’s stretching you out, daddy’s needy thing.

W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)

Loves M/M/F threesomes. Sometimes it’s the DP action, seeing two cocks stuffed tight into one hole (or two, depending) and sometimes it’s getting his ass fucked while he fucks someone else. He’s got no shame when it comes to that and will openly admit that he enjoys the company of both men and women.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He’s thick, veiny, a shower. It’s big and he knows it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Decently high. He likes to fuck a few times a week at the very minimum and I like to believe he’s a daily masturbator. Even on the days where he’s tired or out of it, working late or the like and doesn’t really have the yearn to fuck all it takes is you showing up in your lingerie, or naked, or getting on your knees and he’ll start to get hard.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty fucking quickly, especially if he’s certain there’s no more rounds to be had, or if it’s a work night, he’s out pretty fast.

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The Temptation of the Immortals - Master List

Warnings: cursing, canon typical violence for the Percy Jackson series, spoilers for the Percy Jackson series, nightmares, the gods being absent parents, references to Greek Mythology, mentions of starvation and trauma. Please take notice of and heed the warnings; they are there for a reason and they will be at the top of each chapter. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated.

AN: Once again, I'd like to thank @thatesqcrush for posting the image of Bryan that I used for my mood board. If you're a fan of Raúl Esparza's acting, go check out her writing and edits!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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Pairing: Bryan Kneef x female reader 

Warning: language, anal sex 

WC: 1822

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On a frosty December night, Bryan Kneef glanced at his calendar with a sigh. "My final Pro Bono for the year. Thank goodness. Maybe I can finally focus on my actual fucking job." He stood up and reached the door, only to find you waiting. The office was dimly lit, and it was past regular working hours. Bryan was eager to begin the consultation before the looming end-of-year deadline.

Bryan walked you into his office. You were clearly of some means, but only a little.

"Mr. Kneef, will you represent me?" you inquire, shifting in your comfortable armchair. Your short pencil skirt rides up to your thighs, revealing a seductive amount of skin that catches Bryan's attention."

Bryan's confusion was evident as he asked, "You just walked in... I mean, what happened?"

"My name is YN. Recently, I had to defend myself when a police officer made unwanted advances towards me." You can't help but smile at the memory.

Brain took the file from his desk and opened it. 

“According to the report, you removed a red high heel and tried to stab him in the face while shouting, "I am not just an object, you chauvinistic pig." He glances at you from the corner of his eye.

“That is correct,” you smile.

"Fine, I'll indulge you. Let's discuss my payment."

“I was told in advance that I should receive the pro bono. What does that mean exactly?

I have to complete a certain number of volunteer hours. Thankfully, these tasks are usually simple and only take about an hour to finish. Some people opt to serve jail time instead of completing the entire sentence.

“I don’t want to go to jail,” you frowned.

“Well, I don’t want to waste my time on a loser of a case. Sucks to be us.”

“Is there anything I can do to help my case?”

“Well, you can pay me. However, I am not cheap…”

“I… I work three gigs and do door dash. There must be something else.”

At that moment, Bryan was aware that no one else was in the office. Only the two of them, so Bryan simply said, "Stand."

“Excuse me?”

“I said stand.”

You stood in front of him, feeling confused and vulnerable. You have no idea what is going on or what to do next. All you know is that if you end up in prison, it would mean missing work, losing your home, and potentially being ruined financially.

“Turn.”

Still confused, you turned around.

“Your ass.”

“Excuse me?” You look at him concerned.

“Your ass is the fee for my services.”

“I’m not a whore.”

“You aren't an inmate yet. I can make sure that you don’t do anything at any time,” Bryan quipped.

“And you want my ass?”

“I want to take you over to that private conference room and fuck you against the glass in front of the entire city. I finish inside of you, and then you get off scot-free. How does that sound?”

You looked panicked but knew you must consent to his offer. “I guess. But this one fuck covers everything.”

“Assuming you play along like I ask, yes.”

“Ok. Take me to the room.”

“First strip. I want to watch that ass of yours walk from one side of this office to the other.”

You stripped from your dress and underwear and slowly walked to the conference room. Bryan quickly came up behind you, smacking your ass with every step. “Quicker, girl.” 

You jump at the smacks, “It’s YN.”

“Fine, quicker, YN.”

With your heart pounding, you increased your pace and nearly started to run. You had no idea where you were going, but suddenly, you came across two massive glass doors that led into a spacious room with enough seats for 40 people. You sprinted inside, and Bryan shut the doors behind you.

“There’s the window, YN. Go.”

You rush to the window, eager to see the city's lights at night. Suddenly, a strong force pushes you against the glass, sending shivers down your spine from the coldness of the window pane. The contrast between the harsh cold and the warmth of your body creates an electrifying sensation. Instantly, you feel two large hands with thick fingers grip onto your buttocks, providing a pleasant contrast to the harshness of the window.

"Welcome to my city, Miss YN," he says with a tone of authority. "In this office, I hold the reins and make sure everything runs smoothly. If you want to maintain your current lifestyle, you'll need me. Tell me that you need me." He pressed you up against the glass with force.

“I need you, Mr.Kneef. I need you to save me.”

Bryan's arousal intensified at the sight of your naked body, causing his manhood to grow even more taut and stiff. He removes his jacket and drapes it over the table, adjusting his suspenders and unbuttoning his cuffs in the mirror's reflection. You catch him looking at you through the window; a cocky grin spreads across his face as he reveals his muscular forearms. His piercing peridot eyes scan the dark room and the twinkling cityscape. The hunter has spotted their prey and is ready to make their move.

"Miss YN, I won't even bother taking off my pants. As you can feel..." Bryan reveals his hard erection from beneath his clothing. "Your insatiable desire doesn't require it. I must always maintain a professional boundary with my clients." You can feel the tip of his member pressing against your entrance. He begins to tease your clit, causing you to become even more aroused and wet. Using his plump fingers, he gently stimulates you, and you let go of any inhibitions and enjoy the pleasure, momentarily forgetting that you are exposed 35 stories high in full view of the city below.

You hear the cold click of a tape recorder.

Bryan uses your wetness to lubricate his cock before carefully inserting a finger into your opening. “YN, I am claiming this hole as payment for my services. Do you agree to the following terms of service…”

“You freely admit that you need my services dire?”

“Yes, Mr. Kneef, I do.”

“You freely admit that you are without other options?”

“Yes, Mr. Kneef, I do.”

“You freely agree to the terms of the relationship as discussed in my office, as written on my letterhead and dated today.”

“Yes, Mr. Kneef, I do.”

“You waive any rights to negotiate these terms of service further.”

“Yes, Mr. Kneef, I do.”

“You are knowingly relinquishing control of this tight, needy,” slides another finger in, “hole to Mr. Bryan Kneef.”

“Yes, Mr. Kneef, I do,” you moaned.

As you glance at the window, you catch Bryan's smile. You turn to look at the reflection and see him lining up his cock with your asshole. The pressure of the head against your hole sends shivers down your spine.

“Mr. Kneef, it’s not going to fit.”

“Miss YN, you agreed to a contract with me for my services. Let me show you what I do best." With care and precision, Bryan pushes his entire length inside of you, the size of it making you feel like you're in two different cities. He starts to move steadily, in a rhythmic motion, never pulling out altogether. His head remains firmly embedded within your walls.”

“Miss YN, look at my eyes in the window,” you did as you were told. “These are the eyes of the man who owns this ass. Your ass is mine, and why is that?” He began to pump faster.

“Because I can’t control myself, Mr. Kneef. I need someone to help me out of my messes,” you replied. 

“Miss YN, you should be more careful that less deserving men don’t use you like this. Your ass is too good to be wasted on such squaller.” He pumped at a continued quickened pace.

“Mr. Kneef, I am so lucky that you own this ass.” Kneef stopped and slowly pulled his entire cock out of your ass. 

“Say that again, Miss YN.”

“Mr. Kneef, I’m so lucky that you own this ass.” He pushed the head of his cock on your hole. 

“Once more, just the important part, Miss YN.”

“You own this ass,” you gasped. Bryan continued without hesitation, moving his cock in and out with full force.

"One more time, Miss YN, let's feel it," he demanded, thrusting his hardness into you. The sensation slowly builds and intensifies as he pounded into you. Just as you were about to reach climax, he abruptly stopped. Your body was vibrating with anticipation, begging for release.”

As you stared into his captivating green eyes, you cried out with delight, "YOU OWN THIS ASS, MR. KNEEF!" And the feeling of Bryan's cock inside you sent waves of pleasure throughout your body, causing you to orgasm. Your muscles clenched and released, drawing every last drop of cum from him as he released entirely inside you. You both take a moment to catch your breath and bask in the post-orgasmic bliss. Your bodies are intertwined, breathing and sweating together. Bryan finally pulled out of you.

He tucked his cock back into his pants and backed away from you. He handed you his pocket square to clean up and then offered you his jacket. “Let's go back to my office to complete the transaction.” You walked quickly behind him in the dark office. You closed his office door behind you and sat in his guest chair. 

"That was fantastic, Mr. Kneef. It's a shame we won't have the opportunity to experience that again."

Bryan's face lit up with a smile as he chuckled. "Can you put your signature on this?" He slid a piece of paper towards you.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“The terms of our agreement. Sign at the bottom, Miss YN.”

“Wait...” you read the short document, “I never agreed to this four times weekly.”

With a smile on his face, Bryan retrieved his tape recorder. You heard your voice responding, "Yes, Mr. Kneef, I do." He confirmed, "You did indeed."

“I’ll report you to the bar.”

“I’ll let you go to jail. Sign the paper you already agreed to.”

Reluctantly, you put your signature on the documents declaring that you would engage in anal intercourse four times a week at a mutually beneficial location.

“...and further down…”

You read the last clause of the contract, saying to look in the left jacket pocket. You placed your hand in the pocket and pulled out a small box. “Miss YN, will you become Mrs. YN Kneef?”

You started slowly crying, “Yes, Bryan, a thousand times yes.”

The roleplay is falling apart; you had no idea he was even thinking about marriage. “You smug bastard.”

“That’s husband smug bastard to you, Mrs. Kneef.”

“Next anniversary, I chose the roleplay.”

“Next anniversary, I’ll be fucking my wife in any way she desires.”

[moodiboards]

A little something for @thatesqcrush 😏❤️ could be Rafael or Bryan 😘❤️

Stems from reading “Priest” by Sierra Simone

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Oooh, how about watching their partner masturbate for SinDay 😏

First of I'm gonna go with "Most characters played by Raúl Esparza" for $200 🤣

The three of them that definitely come to mind are Rafael, Nevada and Bryan 🤣

Although I think at some point the latter two would get impatient and take over, showing how good they can make their s/o feel.