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bisexual-horror-fan · 3 years ago

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Hi yes hello I’m um…. here to mayhaps request some smut? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I’m a simple girl who is v much in love with one (1) bastard stabby mechanic. I was thinking something like Bo comes home after some particularly aggravating victims (putting up a fight and Bo is big mad™️) so, logically, the best way to have him relax is by letting him just so absolutely feral because 10/10 that man has a breeding kink and I’m here like hello sir hi 👀

OKAYLOVEYOUBEXBYEEEEEEEEEEEE

MADDIE! I am SO fucking stoked you finally requested something of me! I had so much fucking fun doing this, been a hot ass minute since I have written for Bo and I am shocked no one has asked for breeding kink with him before because he sure as fuck has one no doubt.

I wanna give a shout-out to my husband, Mr.Bex, for some fantastic inspo the other night that helped fuel this fic, really feel like it elevated this piece.

Hope I did this prompt justice and that you all love it! Let’s get into it.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.8K. Bo Sinclair X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Aggressive And Possessive Bo. Manhandling. Rough Sex. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Choking. Restrained Reader. Nipple Play. Masturbation. Dirty Talk. Breeding Kink. Mocking. Teasing. Hair Pulling. Throat Fucking. Blow Job. Rough Oral Sex. Gagging. Crying Reader. Praise. Mirror Sex. Orgasm Denial. Begging. Cum Play. Bo Being A Bastard.

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Bred.

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It could have gone so much better.

Could have gone so much worse too but certainly could have gone a hell of a lot better. Sometimes it was almost too easy, laughable, other times, like today, it was fucking awful. It was a struggle and not the fun kind of struggle he usually loved.

It took far longer than it should have, by the time he was done it was sundown, he was bruised, bloody, some of it was his, lip split and knuckles scraped up, he couldn’t have been in a worse mood. You heard him when he came in. Hearing the door slam and you hugging your knees a little closer, the urge to get up and run to him was so tempting but you didn’t know how it went, did not know what happened, if it was all done or was still going on. You had a hiding place that you were expected to stay in when people rolled into town, Bo was very insistent upon it, didn’t want you getting in harm's way, you were sitting in the small room, door locked, and all you could do was wait and listen.

It was Bo for sure. You listened as he stomped around, could hear him cursing up a storm, God, whatever happened it obviously didn’t go well.

You had this problem. Well, I say it is a problem but you really didn’t think so, not really. Whenever he got so upset, so mad, it reminded you of that first meeting of yours and every subsequent time where he would take said anger out on you. And with those reminders, it had one distinct effect on you, it made you wet. You weren’t sure if he quite realized just how badly it got to you.

You think he had an idea but did not think he knew the full extent.

It was then that you heard him on the bottom step, starting to come upstairs, you almost wanted to squirm already as he got closer to you. Soon the door was unlocked and pulled open, you took in the sight of him, eyes dragging up and seeing just how roughed up he was, you tried to look concerned, which you were but you were also trying to hide the definite excitement that was settling low inside you. The expression on his face, he looked so upset, you finally let go of your knees and allowed your feet to touch the floor. “Oh my God Bo, are you okay?”

A scoff and a roll of his eyes as you got up and started to come towards him, “Do I fuckin’ look okay?”

Fuck, that tone, you didn’t stop, coming forward and standing right in front of him, reaching out and taking one of his hands, fussing a bit over his hand. He started to vent, tell you all about what happened, the way they caught on far too early and gave him the runaround, had gotten the drop on him. As he was going off you led him to the bathroom to help clean him up a bit. You kept stealing glances at his face as he ranted and you worked on clearing up his hands, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the growing wet patch in your panties. It had been a while since you had seen him this angry and you think you had just the thing to help. You dropped his hand and your hands came to your shorts, starting to undo them and he took notice, it made his sentence stop short.

“An' then! That fucker-What are you doin’?”

Your eyes flicked up to him but you didn’t stop, “Trying to help.” Your shorts dropped and you kicked them aside, thumbs hooked into the waistband of your panties and you slid them down, maintaining eye contact you dragged them off, stepped out of them and stood back upright, you took his hand, put it palm up and set your panties into his hand, closing his fingers around it.

The look in your eyes combined with what you did made your intentions all too obvious. He could feel how wet your panties were, even with him already being able to feel it he still wanted to look, he opened his hand and he was the one to break your eye contact, glancing down and taking in the soaked garment, he brought it up, he smelled your soiled underwear, inhaled deep, eyes fell closed and you just barely caught the quiet, “Fuck.” that left him.

God that is good, you knew he loved the smell, the taste, the feel of you.

His eyes opened back up and he looked at you, panties still caught between his fingers. He addressed you with a gesture of the wet lace, “See I’m curious darlin’ just how you got so wet without me even touchin’ you.”

You gave a small shrug, pretending to not be so affected as with a sly smile you said, “Thought you could use some stress relief.”

You knew it had been a hard afternoon and you wanted to help, wanted him to take it out on you. He reached out, the backs of his fingers brushed over your cheek and you still felt some of the lingering dried blood that you hadn’t managed to get to caked there. You leaned into the touch and the softness was so nice, but it was short lived, his hand moved fast, thick fingers threaded in your hair and he tugged hard, pulling your head back, a single step forward, pressing himself to you, pushing you up against the sink. You let out a small pained gasp from how hard he tugged your hair, eyes pleading up at him and he gave an appreciative hum, “God you’re fuckin’ perfect.”

That made you melt, you loved the dichotomy of this, him treating you roughly and praising you in the low tone, it did nothing to help your current predicament. He was clearly going to take you up on your offer and you could hardly wait, he didn’t allow you to respond, instead his other hand met your shoulder and he forced you down, yanking your hair with his other hand to bring you down to a crouch at his feet. “You wanna let me fuck my stress out, huh?”

He kept his hand in your hair and tugged again, his other hand starting to unzip his dirty mechanics suit. "Gonna let me use any of those holes of yours too aintcha?"

You were, you nodded, looking up at him as you said so honestly, “Any of them.”

“Course you would. Fuckin’ slut.” He finally let go of your hair, rough push of your head away from him but you let him, more than let him, you actually felt tempted to moan at it. Finally that suit was hiked down, some of the blood had soaked into the white t-shirt he had on under it, he looked unfairly good in red, especially now, a mechanic's suit around his knees, bloody shirt and his underwear still on, he was already hard. He was palming himself as he looked down at you, “I got a craving for one hole in particular right now.”

You knew what he wanted. Your hands reached out, met his hips and you leaned in, mouthed over his clothed erection all while staring up at him. He wasn’t in the mood for teasing, you could still see the lingering anger in his eyes, not directed at you of course but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy taking it out on you.

So you decided not to linger, you pulled his underwear down allowing him to spring free, you leaned in closer, hot and hard shaft against your cheek, still gazing up at him and that is when your tongue lolled out of your mouth and you got to work. Starting low as you could, running your tongue over his balls and then dragging up further, enjoying the taste, unmistakably him, and as soon as you reached the head of his cock you had intentions of swirling your tongue over the head of his cock but he had other plans.

“Hurry the fuck up.” Hand on your head he jerked you forward, forcing you down his length, stuffing his cock in your mouth. “Thought you wanted to help me-” he pulled you down closer, down your throat, “-not be a little tease, right?"

He didn’t stop until he was fully seated in you, your nose pressed against his rough public hair. You struggled to relax your throat, welcome the intrusion but it was hard with him being so thick, so deep in your throat. “Yer gonna be good and let me use you.”

A statement not a question and a correct one at that. He held there, a small rock of his hips and you fought the urge to gag, he stayed there for a moment and finally took his shirt off, throwing it aside before his hand met your forehead and pushed you back, until just the head of his cock was between your lips. You sucked down a deep breath, eyes still trained on him, his tongue darted out, wet his bottom lip and he said, “Yeah you better breathe deep now.”

He forced you down again, hard and fast, you did gag this time, “Cuz you ain’t gonna be able to for a while.”

He was true to his word, he used your mouth, fucked into you, made it hard for you to breathe, made you gag and choke, pushed you so your back was pressed to the cabinet doors under the sink. He tangled his fingers in your hair and thrust his hips forward as he jerked your head towards him in time, he was breathing harder, grunting out, “Shit, that’s good-”

You tried to keep pace, struggled to keep breathing through your nose, you stole a look up at him, hard to do with how you were tearing up from how rough he was being with your throat, God that expression.

Such focus, singular purpose on using you, getting every ounce of negative emotion out and wringing every pleasurable sensation he could for himself from using your body. You swallowed around the head of his cock and it pulled a groan from him, made him thrust even harder and then the dam broke and those tears that had been building up actually slipped down your cheeks and you swore you could feel him get harder on your tongue. He ripped you off of his cock and was staring you down, chest heaving, fingers still in your locks he tugged and said, “Love to see you cry.”

One of his hands gripped the base of his shaft and then he rubbed his drool-covered cock over your cheeks, spreading the mess of spit and tears, letting out a small hiss from the feeling and the visual of it. He gritted out. “Touch yourself.”

Your eyes must have given yourself away because he barked, “Did I fuckin’ stutter, whore? Get your fingers in that cunt!” You did so, hand flying between your thighs, you had been aching this whole time but didn’t dare touch yourself until he gave the word. Your fingers find your leaking slit, you drag your fingers up and spread the wetness, circling your clit and fuck, it felt good.

You moaned, he was rubbing the head of his cock over your slick lips and hummed approvingly, “Mmm yeah you better do a good job, get yourself nice and ready because I’m coming for that hole next.”

He shoved back into your mouth and you moaned against his shaft, you knew he was serious, stopping rubbing your clit you chose to instead bury your fingers in yourself, stretch yourself as much as you could. Ready yourself to take his cock, you knew he would be even more unrelenting once he got inside of you, and so you set to fucking your fingers in and out of yourself.

Scissoring them in and out, pressing into the spot that made you almost whimper around his cock, you decided your one hand wasn’t enough, it came off of your knee and joined your other hand, taking to rubbing your clit as your fingers worked on opening yourself. It felt amazing but not enough, you knew that you needed him and soon, that he would actually be able to satisfy that insatiable hunger that he stirred up inside of you.

“This is a good look for you.” He was right of course. You crouched down on your heels, knees spread, fingering yourself and choking on his cock, one of the straps of your tank stop slipped down your shoulders, so close to exposing your tits to him. After another hard thrust, another gag he pulled out back once more, “Nuff of that shit, get up here.”

He pulled on your hair, yanked you up, your hands falling away from your leaking cunt, he turned you around, placing your hands on the edge of the sink, you gripped the sink’s edge and his hands were on your hips. He dragged the swollen head of his cock against you and prodded at your entrance, you wanted to grind back on him, he said, “Hope you did a good job.”

He gripped your hips harder and sunk inside of you, it pulled a deep moan from you, “Cuz I’m not stopping till I stuff you full of cum.”

God were you lucky.

He was fully buried in you, hips resting against your ass, he ground into you and it stole your beath away, “Fuck! Bo-”

He huffed out a laugh, his head right beside yours, “You're fucking soaked.” He stated to move, rough snap of his hips, forward and back, fucking into you, delicous drag of his cock inside of you. His hand came up to your throat, other hand still on your hip as he used those two points of contact to pull you back onto him as he drove forward.

“Can’t wait to drain myself in ya.” You let out a strangled moan at that, clenched around him and it made him groan as well, “Yeah you like the thought of that? Me cummin’ in you-”

You cut him off with a loud moan when he hit that spot inside of you just fucking right, “God yes! Bo, I lo-love it-”

Pleasure was building inside of you already, the rough treatment, how he was talking to you and of course how well he was fucking you. His hand came off your hip, came up to your forehead, pulled your head back, making you look at yourself in the mirror he had you in front of over the sink, “Look at cha. I can tell you love it.”

You took in the view of yourself, one of his hands on your throat, squeezing it, him fucking you, making your tits bounce and all those other soft and sweet parts of you jiggle and move with the force of his thrusts, you saw just what he did in that moment, you were undeniably hot. “Don’t look away.”

His hand left your forehead, came forward and ripped your tank top down, exposing your tits, letting them bounce free, roughly palming one, tweaking one of your nipples and it made you clench around him again with a broken moan.

Overwhelmed with sensation, the feel of his cock splitting you open, the assualt on those sweet spots never letting up and the sight of him fucking you. Could feel the pleasure mounting, we're going to find your end soon. “Love it Bo, so fuck-ing good!”

You let him use your body and get his fill and loved every single solitary second of it.

Craving him, wanting him, wanting more, you beg him to fill you, desperate to feel it, “Please Bo, wan’ it so much, please, please, please cum in me-” He was still tugging and rolling your stiff nipple with one hand, his other gave another hard squeeze to your throat that made you gasp, “Awe I was already plannin’ on it but fuck, you sound good. Beg some more darlin’. ”

He sounded so mocking, so teasing, he was getting off on this so hard but so were you, the mess you were making of him, could feel the slick running out of you, down his shaft and balls, over your inner thighs, the sound of it was obscene. Wet slap of skin on skin, of your shared heavy breathing and moaning, the grunts of effort from him. You indulge him further, “Wanna feel it, need it Bo, shit! Puh-please-”

He let out a hum like he was considering it, still not letting up, hips crashing into your ass, you were getting closer and closer, wanting to cum all over his cock, you were sure if he spilled in you it would bring about your own orgasm too. “-want you to mark me, ruin me! Ma-make me yours forever, wanna be yours so bad-”

“Yeah? Wanna be all mine?” He was pressed so close to you, his chest to your back, nearly covering you totally, your hips were pressed painfully into the edge of the sink you were still gripping on for dear life, even the slight pain was elevating all of this. The edge of pain makes the pleasure all the sweeter and stronger. “Yeah! Wanna be your cum dump Bo-”

He laughed, hips stilled, held to the hilt inside of you, his hand drifted up from your throat, gripped your lower jaw, could feel his hot breath on his ear as she uttered, “Wanna be? Hon. You already are.”

Two of his thick and still dirty fingers were forced in your mouth, pressed down on your tongue and he started right back up, hard, fast, locked onto that spot inside, you were ripped to the edge so fast. You tried to warn him, eyes pleading, trying to speak around his fingers, it sounded wet and pathetic, laughable and he did laugh. “-Unna um-”

He could feel it, it was all too obvious, how your walls were squeezing his hard cock, he met your gaze in the mirror and shook his head. “Not yet.”

You whimpered around his fingers, could more drool leaking out from between them, spilling down his hand, you wanted so badly, were right there, weren’t sure if you could hold out. You realized then how close he was too, almost at his own end, his head tipped back, a groan, sweaty and flushed, pace faltering, he pushed his fingers in your mouth deeper and you sucked on them greedily, an attempt to hold some composure, a distraction in hopes you won’t cum before he wants you to.

You are moaning against his digits, something that could be a chant of his name but it is nearly impossible to make out. You were so tense, body taut, ready to cum the second he gave you the go ahead and he huffed out in your ear, “Here it comes.”

You braced yourself and then another thrust, one, two and three and he held all the way inside as he unloaded in you. Eyes squeezing shut, breathing so hard through your nose, trembling in his grip, you somehow managed to be good for him, held yourself back and didn’t cum, still dangerously close to it though. Were still so tense as his grip on you loosened, head leaning against yours, panting, “Mmm shit that was good.” You gave a weak nod and agreed as his fingers left your mouth, “S’ good Bo.”

“Don’t worry, we ain’t done yet.” His hand went between your thighs, rough fingers brushed over your clit and you let out a small gasp, he lingered for a moment, rubbing your clit and your hips squirmed at the feeling, still stuffed with his cum and him, it was amazing. His hand traveled down further, and he pulled his cock out, hand moving to cover your well fucked hole as soon as he slipped out. Holding the mess inside of you and then he made his next move.

You were pulled, turned, pushed and forced against the wall opposite the sink, his forearm met your throat, used that to hold you to the wall, your cheek pressed to the cool wall as his fingers slipped inside of you. He started to finger you, so quick, so rough, fingers curled into that spot and his palm pressed to your clit and you couldn’t hold back the loud cry of his name that tore from your throat, “Bo!”

The pleasure swelled inside, you were clenching around his fingers, panting so hard, after how well he had fucked you, how close you had been, you were there again in almost no time. He was still pressed to you, letting you feel the weight of him, loving him pinning you like this, your hands were flat on the wall, bucking your hips down onto his hand. He leaned in, whispering in your ear, “You wanna know the only reason I’m doing this? It ain’t cuz I give a shit about you getting off, it’s cuz I hear it betters the chances of you getting knocked up.”

“Bo! I’m gonna-” His forearm pressed you harder to the wall, crushing some of the breath out of you and he spat, “Shut up.”

That is what did it.

That is what pushed you over the edge and made you cum with a weak, breathless and strangled moan. It was insane how good it felt, you were thankful he had you pinned like this or you would have fallen, legs far too weak, wouldn’t have been able to hold yourself up through your orgasm. He didn’t stop fingering you, dragging out your orgasm, and you were gasping for breath when you finished coming. It was boarding on painful overstimulation when he finally stopped, leaving his fingers inside of you. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple, “Good start but we ain’t done yet.”

You weren’t?

His nose brushed over your cheek and he placed another sweet kiss before saying, “Yer gonna get your ass in bed and I’m gonna fill you again.”

You clenched around his fingers and it made him chuckle, another kiss, “And again.” One more. “And again. Until you’re knocked up for fucking sure.”

Let’s hope you really meant what you said, hope you really wanted it and it wasn’t just dirty talk in the heat of the moment because Bo Sinclair sure meant it.

#BHF asks #BHF writing #artsy-maddie #Bo Sinclair X Reader.#Hope you all enjoy it!#Nasty mechanic bastard #Seriously happy with this one

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gaeldricge · 3 years ago

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Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Avatar: Legend of Korra, Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lin Beifong/Kya II, Katara & Kya II (Avatar), Lin Beifong & Tenzin, Bumi II & Kya II (Avatar), Lin Beifong & Katara, Iroh II & Kya II & Lin Beifong, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Toph Beifong/Suki, Toph Beifong/Sokka/Suki Characters: Kya II (Avatar), Lin Beifong, Katara (Avatar), Tenzin (Avatar), Bumi II (Avatar), Pema (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Suki (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Izumi (Avatar), Izumi's husband, Izumi's Daughter (Avatar), Iroh II (Avatar), Suyin Beifong, Bataar Sn Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Fire Nation (Avatar), Summer Solstice, Coronation, Supportive Katara, mentions of the old team avatar, mentions of dead characters, all original team avatar couples were happy and in love, Sharing a Room, Sharing a Bed, Sexual Content Summary:

NEW CHAPTER!!! Be prepared for some sparring, some kissing (!!!) and of course some high running emotions!

#new chapter #finally finished that update #life keeps me too busy rn sorry!#hope you all enjoy it!#kyalin #kyalin fanfiction #kya ii #lin beifong #avatar fanfic #tlok fanfic #my writing

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postalfgt · 6 years ago

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Postal dude has lots of champs!

(The seal one and cat one aren’t mine, I’m too afraid to tag the creator of Seal champ. But the cat champ belongs to my friend!)

#postal dude #postal 2 #just some cute stuff #hope you all enjoy it!#postal

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the-penalty-box-imagines · 8 years ago

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NHL Bachelorette: Cocktail Party 1

You are extremely nervous when the hour of the cocktail party arises. You throw on your dress and fix your makeup and hair. Your heart pounds as you stand outside of the cocktail room. You smooth out your dress and hair, mentally preparing yourself to make a really, really hard decision. You hesitantly open the door, stepping into the door and seeing a lot of really hot guys in a lot of really nicely fitting suits.

You step in, not surprisingly getting stolen by Jake Virtanen. He grabs onto your hand and tugs you over to the wall. He compliments you on your dress, and you blush, thanking him. He leans against the wall as he hardcore flirts with you. Usually, you would be annoyed, rolling your eyes and turning to leave, but you have to admit that Jake is really good at flirting. By the time Auston interrupts your conversation, your cheeks are permanently stained a cherry wine red.

Auston's hands are remarkably warm as he leads you away from Jake. You expect him to let go of your hands, but he doesn't. He holds onto your hand as his beautiful big brown eyes look into yours. You get to talking about tv shows that you watch. Fortunately, you both end up finding out that you watch a lot of the same shows. You start a friendly, but flirty, discussion about your favorite characters. Just as you catch your breath, Jakob comes to steal you away.

You find it difficult to talk to Jakob at first, as he's physically perfect. You can't help but get lost in his crystal-blue eyes. Whenever you speak, you notice him paying extra attention. You must have said something funny, because you look up and see a wide smile on his face. You ask him what you said, but he just keeps laughing. You can't help but laugh back, eventually to the point where you're almost crying. You feel a soft tap on your shoulder and turn around to see Artemi.

You follow Artemi outside, where he leans against the railing and smiles at you. He starts to ask you questions about yourself, looking genuinely interested in what you have to say. When you're done, you ask him about himself. You find him very interesting, especially the stories he tells you about his life back home in Russia. He's very sweet, and he even asks you permission to hold your hand. You love how sweet he is. Soon, though, you are whisked away by Haydn.

Haydn has a beautiful smile, and he shows it a lot tonight. You all just chat a little, with the occasional laugh. All around, Haydn is impressive. He's smart, sweet, funny, and obviously talented. it all shows in his first impression with you. He makes you laugh, blush, and even think about some things you had never considered before. You really enjoy talking to Haydn, but Tyler's interruption makes you tear your concentration away to focus on Tyler.

You can tell that Tyler is confident, as he leads you to sit down on the couch next to him. He tries to charm you and impress you with his flirtation techniques and skills. You remain slightly phased as you try to keep an unbiased mind. You like Tyler, and he's definitely cute, but you're not completely sure how you feel about his personality. It kind of bothers you that he's so confident. You do wish you could talk to him more, but, unfortunately, you are stolen by Max.

Max absolutely charms you with his sly comments and flirty movements. At the beginning of your conversation, you are standing about a foot apart, but at the end, your faces are almost touching. He holds your hand. Although his hands are a little cold, it's comforting on your hot skin. You're stressed, and you think he can tell. He's almost like a min-therapist, asking you what's bothering you and trying to cheer you up. You are sad when Mitch asks to talk.

However, you are more than excited to talk to Mitch. You remember him well from yesterday afternoon, when he made you laugh so much that you almost peed yourself. Fortunately, he upholds his jokester reputation by making you laugh even harder than you did yesterday. Of course, it doesn't help that his laugh is so contagious. Whenever he laughs, you can't help but laugh too. You definitely need a man who can make you laugh. Leon steals you next.

Leon charms you with his sweet smile and thoughtful comments. You bite your lip as he talks, for some reason really enjoying the sound of his voice. You hesitate, but eventually ask him to speak some German for you. He complies by telling you that you are beautiful in German. You blush furiously, and he tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear. His finger gets tangled in your hair, though. You laugh as he tries to untangle it. He blushes. Sam comes to get you.

You like that Sam looks different from the rest of the guys. Unlike everyone else, he has floppy hair that falls down into his forehead. After you get to talking, you flirtingly tousle his hair, smiling at his boyish smile. He blushes a little and looks down at his shoes an embarrassed smile on his face. You place a finger under his chin and lift his eyes up to yours. You love his eyes, they are a beautiful brownish-green. You like Sam a lot and want to know him better. PK steals you away.

PK charms you immediately with his kindness and selflessness. You smile the entire tie you talk to him, and laugh a lot, too. He's a very complex and interesting person, but you're just not too sure about a relationship. You like him a lot, but you feel like you would value him more as a friend than as a boyfriend or a husband. You keep your mind open, though, and you would still like to get to know him better. You feel a warm hand on your shoulder. Jesse.

Jesse is very cute and very sweet. He makes you laugh, and he compliments you many times. You love his smile, and his eyes are very beautiful and charming. Jesse is very charming. You do notice, though, that he shows traces of that same confidence Tyler showed, which makes you nervous. The only other thing that bothers you is the slight language crisis. It's a little hard to understand him. That also makes you a little nervous. Alexander Wennberg asks to talk next.

You follow Alexander outside. He tells you to call him Alex. You get to talking and find out that he's from Sweden. You have always wanted to visit Sweden, so you ask him a bunch of questions about Sweden and what it's like to live there. You learn that he plays the guitar and also sings a little. You look forward to listening to him. You even ask him if he would mind teaching you a few things about playing. Soon, though, you find yourself taken away by Noah.

Noah is a charming American boy with beautiful eyes and a beautiful face all around. He is tall and lean, but you can feel his muscles when you touch his biceps. He makes you laugh, and he is, of course, sweet like all the others. He is funnier than you thought, and you love talking with him. The time seems to fly when you are with him, and you enjoy every moment of it. You don't know what it is, but you just enjoy Noah so much. Then, Connor asks to borrow you.

Connor is kind of awkward, but it's a sort of cute awkward, and it makes you feel a little awkward. It's sort of quiet while you are talking. You love how softly Connor speaks and how quiet his voice is. After a few moments of awkward silence, you laugh. Connor eventually follows and soon you are crying you have laughed so hard. Connor breaks out of his shell a little after that and starts to really talk to you. You are a little disappointed when Kasperi finds you.

You follow Kasperi outside onto the balcony. You can tell as soon as he starts talking that he's very confident. He's also an excellent flirter and very handsome. He makes you blush a lot in the five or so minutes you talk with him. Usually, you would be repulsed at someone like him, but you can tell that he has a sweet layer underneath, you just have to get him to let it out. Which, of course, you plan on doing later throughout the competition. Charlie comes to get you next.

You follow him back inside and over to a small table with a mirror. Not realizing there was a mirror, you look over and into it. You jump back, slightly terrified of your reflection. Charlie laughs, and you start to giggle. You feel the heat growing in your cheeks. You look down at your feet and your hair slips from behind your ear. Charlie leans forward and tucks it behind your ear again. You are upset that you don't get much time with him when Andre comes to steal you.

Andre is very handsome, and he looks very nice in his t-shirt and leather jacket. His hat is on backwards, but he takes it off when you stop walking. His hair is so beautiful right now, and all you want to do is touch it. You ask him for permission, and he allows you to brush your fingers lightly through it. When you pull your finger back, he grabs onto your hand and presses it lightly to his lips. You blush and reluctantly leave his side when Michael comes to get you.

You sense that Michael and Andre are friends, based on the way Michael calls Andre "Burky." Michael is probably the sweetest and most complimentary guy you have talked to so far. You can tell that he is a very loyal friend from some of the stories he tells you. He is very handsome, and you are excited to get to know him better. He's definitely one you'll have to keep your eye on. You are a little sad when Sam Bennett comes to steal you away.

Sam is also very handsome, his beautiful blue eyes shine in the moonlight, and his smile is sweet and welcoming. You enjoy talking to him. You get into talking about Calgary, which leads you to a conversation about hockey, then the draft, then the combine, then the pull-ups. You tease him and respect that he takes it well and even laughs a little at himself. A guy who doesn't take himself too seriously, that's definitely on your list. You then get called over by William.

You sit in between William and Alex, but start talking with William first. You like him a lot and find out that his family is Swedish. He's very interesting and very cute, but Alex soon interrupts your conversation by spilling somewhat embarrassing secrets about William. William then retaliates with Alex's secrets. It ends up becoming a small war in which you are sitting between the two sides. You become a little uncomfortable and get up, looking for a boy you haven't talked to yet.

You find Dylan sitting in a corner of the room by himself, looking at his phone. You tap him on the shoulder. When he looks up, he smiles and makes room for you to sit down. You smile at him and notice him gulp. He shyly answers your questions, but not with much pizazz. It's kind of awkward, but not a funny awkward like with Connor. It was more of an uncomfortable awkwardness. After only about three minutes, you decide to move on. You find Sebastian.

Sebastian is very sweet. He has a heavy accent, to which you ask him where he's from. He responds by telling you that he is from Finland. His English is limited, but he can definitely hold a conversation. You enjoy talking to him. He's very sweet and absolutely adorable. He reminds you of a tiny puppy dog. His smile is very sweet and it makes you smile. You talk for a long while, until Lawson leans in and asks to steal you away.

You follow Lawson outside to the balcony. The cold air blows a little, and you shiver. It hasn't been this cold so far tonight. Lawson must have noticed, because he takes off his jacket and offers it to you. You smile, letting him slide it onto your body. It's very warm, and it makes you warmer instantly. You fold it over your chest. He starts to talk to you, and you enjoy listening to him. He's funny, sweet, and smart. You like him a lot, but soon Matthew comes to steal you.

Matthew is very sweet and complimentary of you. He makes you laugh a lot with a lot of sassy comments and sarcastic humor. You flirtingly chirp him a little, and he retaliates by chirping you back. He's smart, too. You can tell by some of the things he says. You like him a lot and find him very interesting. He's a baseball fan, too, which you can relate to. You love baseball also. You talk for a while, almost fifteen minutes, you think. He's certainly made a good impression on you.

You venture back into the main room, looking around for. A boy you haven't spoken with yet. You conclude that you have, actually, talked with them all. Jonathan Toews, the host of the show, comes into the party and announces that the first cocktail party is officially over. You realize now that you are going to have a difficult decision to make. You wave to all of the boys and step out, taking a deep breath and already thinking about your decisions.

P U C K C E R E M O N Y

You have spent a long time thinking and contemplating about who you are going to eliminate and who will be getting the first impression puck. After a lot, and I mean a lot of back and forth, pros and cons, you finally decide on who to reward and who to send home. You decide on this dress and step onto the stage. Jonathan calls the boys onto the stage. You smooth out your dress and prepare to hand out the roses.

"Okay gentleman," Jonathan starts," Six of you will be going home tonight. One of you will receive the first impression puck. Y/N, whenever you're ready."

You take a deep breath and pick up the puck.

"So a lot of you charmed me tonight, but as you all know, only one of you can win this first impression puck. And, I thought a lot about it, but I am going to give it to...Michael."

Michael's face breaks into a huge smile, and he walks down to meet you.

"Michael, will you accept this puck?"

"Of course. Thank you," he says and takes the puck from you. You hug him, and he leaves the stage.

The ceremony goes on until six boys are left. These six, unfortunately, have to go home.

Those six are:

1. PK Subban - just more of the friend type, I feel like. 2. Tyler Seguin - manslut. We all know it, just no wants to admit it. 3. Jesse Puljujarvi - language crisis. He's so cute, but you just don't speak Finnish, unless you do, and in that case...sorry, love. 4. Dylan Larkin - I honestly feel like Dylan's kind of boring...idk I just can't get a feel for his personality. 5. Mitch Marner - again, just more of the friend type. Also, he has a girlfriend who is super cute, and I ship them like omg OTP, and I feel wrong for keeping him in this competition. 6. William Nylander - I needed one of the brothers to go, and William started the argument, so bye.

* Stay tuned for next week’s episode of the NHL Bachelorette * Thx, loves!! Xx Em

#NHL Bachelorette TPB #Hope you all enjoy it!#I am updating normal requests too

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skylessknights · 3 years ago

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All Is Fair In Love and War by skylessnights

A curious smile appeared on Hekarro’s lips as he stared at the figure beyond the curtain. He was sure now that the mysterious being was the woman he had spent time with for their whimsical nature was a clear resemblance of hers. He walked back towards the middle and pondered for a moment before speaking.

“You can hide behind this wall all you want, stranger.” He taunted, trailing his fingers across the fine fabric. “I will simply rip it from its foundations.”

“I do not doubt it.”

The stranger barely finished their sentence when Hekarro grabbed a handful of the material and pulled it down with a mighty force, ripping the curtain off the sturdy frame. As the veil flowed gracefully down towards the stoned floor, he finally gazed upon the woman who stood on the other side, her chin raised high as she exhaled a deep and shaken breath.

OR: After defeating Regella and her rebel forces, the Tenakth celebrate their victory with a grand feast to honour their fallen warriors and Layan, the outlander who flew on the wings of the Ten, and helped them turn the tide in the war. As the celebrations continue to soar high with laughter and joy, Hekarro retires to his quarters and finds a pleasant surprise awaiting him.

#guess who found inspiration to write another Hekarro fic!! :D #link is hyperlinked to the title #Hope you all enjoy it!#let me know what you think :)#cheif hekarro #hekarro #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #hfw fic #horizon zero dawn fic #ao3

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lukadarkwater-main · 10 years ago

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Oh yeah, I finished the Victorian Were!Ross fic, it's all queued up to go up at a more reasonable time tomorrow... er today

#hope you all enjoy it!

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thisvioletisblonde · 13 years ago

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So, this little one shot is based off of the song 'Scene One: James Dean & Audrey Hepburn' by Sleeping with Sirens and it was just something that I thought up while sitting at work and listening to music. I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think! :)

“I can’t promise that things won’t be broken, but I can promise that I’ll never leave.”

“Please don’t act like this.” I turn from looking out of the tinted windows and turn to the man sitting next to me. The man that I’ve been in love with for years. The man who doesn’t know that I’ve been in love with him. The man that I had sex with after a particularly rough blind date with another man. The man that I was now pregnant from. “Can’t we just talk about it?”

“I told you that I was pregnant and your first reaction is to curse at me in Spanish. I don’t think there’s much to talk about after that. Like I told you, I’ll take care of it. I’m not even asking you to have anything to do with it. I was only telling you because sooner or later you’re going to notice that I’m gaining weight and have a football growing under my stomach.” I suck in a deep breath, trying to fight back the tears that are growing in my eyes.

“Lily.” He bites his lower lip and my heart does a back flip. Then my stomach rolls and I feel like I’m going to throw up.

“Alvaro.” I state back blandly. He runs a hand through his short faux hawk and closes his eyes. He looks tired and I wonder if Alba’s been keeping him up. “When does Carlota get back?” I question before I can stop myself. Mentioning his separated spouse in this situation does not seem to bode well on either of our mental health. The child growing in my stomach is just another reminder of his, our, infidelity.

“She’ll be back in three days.” He sighs and then his long fingers begin to tap the steering wheel like he always does when he’s nervous.

I want to take his hands off the wheel and hold them, like I used to do when he started this up, but it feels wrong now. It feels like I can’t go to my friend like I want to because we overstepped the boundaries of our relationship. Now the once easy friendship is in tatters and this is the first time we’ve been alone together since the morning after our conjugal meeting.

“I want to help out.” My brow furrows as my lips purse of their own accord, a sour look coming over my face. Alvaro rolls his eyes and reaches out to put his thumb between my eyebrows and smoothing the crease out like he always does. “Don’t pull that face. I’m serious. I want to do what I can to help you. That’s part of me growing in there.”

“If you do this, you’re as good as signing your divorce papers, Alvie. Please think this through.” Carlota is [was] my friend and I don’t want to have that weighing on me. I don’t want him to drop his family to be there for the start of mine.

Alvaro puts his hands over his face and rubs it vigorously for a minute, as if to rub away all of his thoughts. “My marriage was over the day Car walked out the door and told me she needed time, Lily. We both know that.”

“This can’t be your excuse to leave.” I tell him, trying to sound stern but feeling like a little girl. And that’s practically what I am. Compared to his life experience, the age gap we have between each other, I am a child. He’s 7 years older than me and at 21, I don’t even know if I’m ready to be a mother.

“It’s not. I promise. You’re my best friend, Lily. I want to be there for you.” He reaches over and takes my hand, squeezing it, and I lean towards him, resting my head on his shoulder and willing the tears to stay hidden.

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“Please stay as long as you need.”

We tell my parents about the situation over Skype on night, when I’m almost four months along and I’m grateful for the miles between us as my father breaks into angry yelling and my mother breaks into sobs. I feel like a failure, already having to give up my job at the bookstore because the Catholic family running it doesn’t believe in unmarried women having children with recently divorced men, and my mother’s tears and father’s disappointment only solidify that feeling.

Alvaro is trying to calm down my father, mentioning how he’s going to take care of the baby and me and how everything will be okay, when I burst into tears of my own. It’s the first time he’s seen me cry in front of him since I’ve told him and he pauses in his reassurances, unsure of what to do. Finally, he turns the computer off, ending the conversation, and pulls me into his lap. He holds me and strokes my hair, soothing me with his lowly spoken Spanish that I can’t understand.

Alba comes from her room at the commotion and climbs up next to her father on the couch, reaching out to hold my hand as well and I break into a fresh wave of tears. When my tears subside, I slide from Alvaro’s grip, allowing Alba to climb into my lap, where she rests her hand on my growing stomach and buries her head into my shoulder. “It’ll be alright, Lily.” She tells me in her little girl voice, confident that everything will be okay.

“That’s right, princessa, we’ll take good care of Lily won’t we?” Alvaro asks as he runs a hand over Alba’s back. We sit there for a few more minutes, until Alba is sleeping soundly again and my nerves have calmed slightly. When we walk out of Alba’s room after laying her down, I turn towards the guest room that has officially become my own.

“I’m sorry.” I tell Alvaro and he shakes his head at me, pulling me into a hug and allowing me to sigh into his firm chest. “This is all my fault.”

“It’s not. And you have nothing to be sorry about.” I pull away slightly and turn my head up to look at him. He’s smiling down at me softly and my heart flips again. Even if he doesn’t realize it, I still love him. “I promise you I’m going to take care of you. I swear.”

“I believe you.” I tell him later as I pull away from him and shut the door to my room, climbing onto my bed as I hear his bedroom door shut from down the hall. “I have to.” I whisper to myself as I rest my hands on my stomach and try to fall asleep.

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“As long as you’re here with me, I know I’ll be okay.”

The pain starts almost every day at the exact same time. My swollen ankles, bloated belly, and back pain remind me that there is a child inside of me. The fact that I’m not allowed to move from the bed on doctor’s orders just makes the pain even more intolerable.

After the doctor told me I was on mandatory bed rest from the high-stress and blood pressure that the baby was putting on my small body, Alvaro insists to put me in his room, where the king sized bed, plasma screen TV, and huge floor to ceiling windows will give me something to look at. As I’m in no mood or state to argue, I allow him to set me up but insist that he at least stays in his own room to sleep and things as well. It wouldn’t be fair, I tell him, but it’s mostly for me and so I don’t get lonely on my own.

One afternoon while he’s at lunch after practice with some of his teammates, Alba and I sit on the bed coloring when a particularly sharp pain shoots through my midsection. I try not to let out any noise of distress so I don’t scare Alba, but it finally becomes too much and I waddle off the bed towards the bathroom, where I do my best to quietly empty my stomach into the toilets.

Alba comes in after me, rubbing my seven-month pregnant belly and crying quietly with me every time I vomit. I want to laugh at the situation, I’m being comforted by a two year old, but I can’t because I’m in too much pain. When Alvaro comes home, he finds us both sitting on the floor by the tub, Alba lying with her baby blanket in her mouth and her head on my chest while I take deep breaths in and out to calm my stomach.

He drops his bag to the floor and picks up Alba, making sure to put her in her room so she can rest before he comes back, picking me up gently and carrying me back to the bed. I let out a small moan of pain as my back hits the mattress and he coos at me, trying to make me feel better. I drift slightly in drowsiness and when he comes back into the room he’s carrying a cool rag, a bowl, and a glass of water.

When I’m taken care of, he climbs into bed beside me, wrapping me in his arms and singing me to sleep. I don’t know how long I sleep but I know that it’s the best I’ve slept in awhile because when I wake up I’m feeling better than I have my whole pregnancy and I’m propped against him. I shift slightly and he wraps his arms tighter around me, letting out a breathy sigh in his sleep.

Leaning up, I kiss him on the cheek, before I settle back against him and close my eyes again. When we wake up completely later on in the day, he wears a smile when he sees that I feel better. “I was worried.” He tells me and I muss his hair up a little more.

“Don’t be.”

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“We say that love is forever. Your forever is all that I need. Please stay forever with me.”

I’m holding my baby boy in my arms and wondering how the hell I produced something this cute and precious. A clearing of the throat from next to me causes me to look up and when I see Alvaro with glassy eyes and an expression of wonderment on his face, I think to myself, of course, that’s how. We’re alone in the hospital room, Alba is with Carlota at her house, and my parents are flying in at some point to visit. Alvaro’s parents have come and gone, offering smiles and congratulations and looking happier than I expected them to be.

Alexander opens and closes his small mouth, and I coo at him, automatically feeling more love than I ever have felt for someone pours out of me. Alvaro reaches out to hold his son’s small hand and he turns to look at me. Together we shake our heads, unsure of what to make of this whole experience.

“He’s perfect.” I whisper out, before scooting over slightly to let Alvaro sit on the hospital bed with me. We spend more time just staring at our child, not comprehending anything but the adorableness of this small body.

“I want you to stay with me and Alba.” Alvaro blurts out and I look up at him in confusion. He takes a deep breath and then wiggles around, pulling something out of his athletic short pockets. He trades me the box for Alexander and I open in cautiously. My mouth falls open as I see the ring nestled inside the brown box.

It’s a simple ring, a small gold band with diamonds around it and I can’t help but stare at it while Alvaro watches me, biting his lip. “Is this,” I cut off and look at him as he nods vigorously and holds a little tighter to our son, who squirms a little as if sensing the moment.

“Please marry me, Lil. I’ve wanted to ask you since the night I took care of you when you were sick and I realized I loved you as more than just a friend.” He blurts out quickly and I feel tears fill my eyes.

“Yes.” I whisper while taking the ring out of the box and sliding it on my finger. He breathes out a sigh of relief and leans towards me, making sure not to crush Alexander in the process and we share our true first kiss.

“Forever?” He asks when he breaks away and I smile happily as Alexander starts to make noises of happiness.

“Forever.”

#Alvaro Arbeloa #Oneshot #End Scene #Feedback?#Hope you all enjoy it!

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