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rowdyslove · 6 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃. | jack hughes

꒰ genre: mature ;established!relationship!au | drabble

꒰ word count: 1k

꒰ warnings: 18+ themes !! MDNI ! literally 1k words of just raw sweet filth, pussy drunk!jack, unprotected sex (be safe people), soft sex, swearing, praising.

꒰ author’s note: surpriseeee !! my first ever time trying to write smut, i’d say it went well ? (i really hope it did..) butttt this is also what i chose to write for my 1k follower celly !! (this is part 1 of 3 different drabbles i am writing for this celebration) thank you all so much for getting me to this point, and i’m so excited to put out all of the works i have in my drafts coming soonnnn :DD i hope you all enjoy this !

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it never ever mattered just how many times jack found himself sinking down into the heavenly feeling of your pussy, he knows for a fact that he'll never be able to get used to the intoxicating hug of your walls around his length.

he always felt like you were just silently begging for more of him, luring him in deeper with every needy stutter of yours hips whenever his palms squeezed at your waist as he bucked against you.

"come on, aghh—you gotta stop doing that, love." jack was already so out of it. he had just started, only a few thrusts in and he already felt like he could barely create a single breath when the deep kiss of his cock against your sensitive spot makes you purr his name and clench around him.

his hair is ruffled, a mess of light brown locks on his head and a few long strands hanging down, sticking to the light coat of sweat across his forehead. some other strands fall over his lidded gaze and framing his defined features, but thankfully he can still see you so so clearly; such a pretty sight seeing you underneath him like this, he thinks.

jack believes he’s never had a woman moan for him the way you do. he keeps chasing the intoxicating squeeze of your walls around him as he digs deeper and deeper for more of the sweet sounds that leave your lips—the sounds that are only for only him to hear. your back arches high off of the sheets as he lets his fingertips trace along the path of your skin, taking a slow and gentle handful of your hips with another tight squeeze before he whimpers low, pace slightly stuttering as he presses himself further into you.

he had a long day, dealing with the early morning practice and the tough game that was played just earlier that night—he really needed this; he needed you.

maybe that was why everything felt so good. because he had been imagining the feeling of your skin pressed up close to his all day. and now, through gritted teeth and restless hands just trying to touch every inch of your soft skin, he throbs long with his next withdrawal from you, right before he pushes straight back in.

"j-jack please!" you gasp at the feeling he sends through you, and his lips part to moan sinfully as he lets himself drop to rest on his forearms—just close enough for his lips to graze themselves along your prominent collarbones with tender open-mouthed kisses. he lets his eyes flutter closed, trying not to focus on how perfectly you're hugging around him, small hands grabbing ahold of his broad shoulders in a desperate attempt to pull him closer but also keep yourself steady as well.

"i know, baby, i know. s-shit, just be patient with me for a sec." jack feels so drunk on the feeling that is you. his mind and senses blurring all into one big blob as his name continues to fall from your lips between soft pants that make him feel like he's about to pass out right there from how sweet you sound. he starts mouthing his way at your neck, smearing messy and completely fucked out kisses along the expanse of your flesh as his movements slowly become even more desperate. "god, you just feel soo-so fucking—mmph—good baby.”

this feeling is dangerous. the heavy trembles of his hands where they squeeze at your skin, the painfully pleasing throb of his cock as desire begins to warm through all of his nerves, trickling down his spine as he grinds out another low drawled moan of your name.

his skin feels like it’s burning from every touch you give him, but he also thinks you're even hotter when you let him hear the sweet sound of praises and his name rolling off your tongue in rampant mumbles that has his abdomen tightening up.

"d-don’t do that, love. just gonna make me f-fucking cum." jack’s babbling every word, like sex-drunken mantras spurring out of him with every needy roll of his hips into yours. you can feel the blunt head of his cock grazing over ever sensitive and sinful spot inside of you that only have you squeezing him even tighter; just sucking him deeper and deeper down into you.

"jack-a-ahhhh.. doing so so good.” the whimpering praise falling from your lips is like honey as it drips in his ears, making him tilt his head to plunge his mouth right into yours before his body starts to shake, and his lungs continue flaring with every heavy pant of breath he exhales with his thrusts. his sudden orgasm catches him off guard when he feels your tongue tangling with his own, sliding across his top lip as he then cums, hot spurts of him filling you up to the brim.

a low grunt releases itself from jack through your kiss from deep within his throat as his pace starts to slow slightly, kissing at your lips slowly as his next wet withdrawal leaves you, right before he's pushing his load deep down into your cunt. every lewd squelch of your pussy makes him gasp against your lips as he kisses you, inturn making you even more wet for the man that’s fucking you absolutely senseless.

even though jack had already reached his high, he still doesn’t want to stop, not when you just look so pretty in your fucked out and inebriated state, and you’re doing so good for him.

"j-jacky. feeling any b-better? mmm" his body continues to clap against yours, speed slowing down ever so slightly before he pulls away from your lips to rest his head in the tight crook of your neck, panting as he grinds steady thrusts into your pussy, despite the way the sensitivity of his cock is hitting straight at his nerves. every thick throb and strained squeeze felt like it was knocking all of the air out of him, but every soft moan from your lips is just enough to remind him how to breathe and he knows for a fact that he's not stopping so soon as he sends you short lustful smirk before he's smearing a wet kiss upon your cheek.

"mmf.. all better, but i gotta take care of my little baby now."

#⋆·˚ ༘ *—rowdyslove’s 1k follower celly !!#—ness writes #jack hughes #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes smut #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fluff #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl x y/n #nhl fluff #nhl smut #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fic

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capricores · 9 months

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if you have strong mutable (gemini, sagittarius, pisces, virgo) placements then you NEED to write things down if you don't already. all those thoughts that constantly swirl in your head: the frequent tasks, goals, feelings, aspirations, opinions, etc - WRITE THEM DOWN. this is not only therapeutic & stress-relieving for you but almost necessary, or you're going to burn out and overload your own mind constantly.

when you bottle, or when you let plans, goals, dreams, to-do lists, projects, etc live solely in your head - you'll notice you can't sleep as well, it's harder to rest, your memory gets more foggy than usual, you feel burnt out and unable to connect, etc. specifically:

write down your feelings. this will be your ultimate (free) therapy. start to journal, write a diary. make a private twitter/tumblr where you spill your feelings, frustrations, thoughts. you will feel an immense sense of relief by writing or typing your feelings out - even if no one is reading it but you. mutable moons especially. our feelings tend to change rapidly, but it doesn't make them less valid. don't bottle out of the fear your feelings will change/you'll just "get over it"!! write it down and let it out!!

write! to-do! lists!!!!! these don't have to be for important things. you want to learn digital art? you want to study coding? you want to learn french? you want to re-decorate? you probably have a billion things you want to do, and then you get overwhelmed by the options, and do nothing. write down all the things you want to do. make a to-do list for these things. get them out of your head and somewhere permanent/physical. looking at the options in front of you will feel much easier.

make excel project trackers (you can even make these for to-do list items/goals/etc)! mutable placements have a tendency to start a lot of projects or tasks, and never finish any of them. make a simple tracker for all the projects you start. you won't forget what you're working on, and you'll be less overwhelmed trying to remember what you have going on (example of the one i always use pictured below)

talking out your thoughts and feelings is also very cathartic. make fake (or real, i support u!) youtube vlogs where you spill your feelings and talk about your plans, your day, what you have to do, etc. talk to someone you love and trust, vent to them about how things are; or about what you're getting up to. i find writing has an edge, because you can go back to it for reference (mutables tend to forget things easily) - but as long as you're getting the swirl of your mind somewhere outside of your head, you'll feel so, so much less stressed.

mutable dominants tend to constantly live in go-mode, we're restless and always doing something. we feel uncomfortable and sometimes guilty about staying still. our minds don't ever shut off. it's very important for mutable placements to learn how to rest, be present in the moment, and learn grounding. this can be done in many ways, but i've found personally that writing works best for me. other helpful practices can be: talk therapy, acceptance theory, yoga, meditation, hiking, camping, etc.

i also want to remind mutable signs: we change a lot. we have a lot of ideas. there's so much we want to do. we often feel like we have no path, no big goal; we can struggle with purpose as we don't often aspire for permanent things or "one big goal". this is NOT bad. there is nothing wrong with changing your feelings, your mind, your goals, your life path. you CAN do all the things you want to do! you have your entire life ahead of you! yes, you can learn all those languages. yes, you can have three different careers in your life. yes yes yes! don't listen to negativity from others. don't beat yourself up for not having one big goal like some people around you might. cherish and embrace all the things you want to achieve and complete (both big and small). learn to follow-through with and finish the things that matter to you (writing things down will really help with this, make action plans/steps - break everything down into smaller pieces). take the time to slow down and enjoy the moments as they come. you got this!

#like PLSSSS it is so important you all NEED to write/type your thoughts and feelings #talking abt them will make u feel amazing but writing them out will get them out of your brain #astrology #mutable #luna.txt #i love u mutables <3 #this post was so scattered and random and all over the place in true mutable fashion #but im not editing it because this is for the mutables anyway and yall will get my scattered-ness #mine

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xonavia · 1 month

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-> Husband Headcannons With The Blue Lock Boys

-> Husband!Isagi who loves coming home to you after a hard game and just staying inside and cuddling with you while watching whatever stupid reality tv show with you -> Husband!Bachira who loves when you cook dinner just so he can interrupt you and dance with you throughout the kitchen, not worrying about accidentally burning dinner -> Husband!Chigiri who will let you do whatever with his hair before going to practice, and won't normally take it out unless it's really embarrassing but he will let you redo it however you want after practice -> Husband!Kunigami who loves when you climb on him like a jungle gym, even loving when he has to catch you when you slip from his arm -> Husband!Rin who will let you hide in his chest and play with your hair when a scary scene from his favorite horror movie comes on -> Husband!Sae who will take you shopping just to find stuff that makes your butt look good, no matter how big or small, and just smirks when you ask him about it and will always respond with "I'm just determining your skill level." -> Husband!Nagi who will lay on top of you just to keep you in bed for longer so you either have to pay attention to him, or make you game with him -> Husband!Reo who will take you to all the bookstores just for him to look at boring business books while you pick out whatever books you like to read (Don't worry he'll end up paying for all of them before you can even get your card out) -> Husband!Ness who loves cuddling with you, no matter what the weather and no matter what is happening. Will drop everything as soon as he gets home and cuddle up with you, watching TV, reading a book, even cooking dinner! -> Husband!Kaiser who loves when you come to his games and cheer him on. Always looking over at the crowd and seeing you there makes him want to play that much better, the entire team can tell when your in the crowd, and after the game and the locker room talk he will always run out and try to find you, pushing the sponsors to the side to hug and kiss you all over

#bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #meguru bachira x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #kunigami rensuke x reader #rin itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #reo mikage x reader #alexis ness x reader #michael kaiser x reader #xonavia's writings!

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dulcesiabits · 4 months

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BLLK boys + their reaction to you asking if they would love you if you were a worm

Rin: What. Why would you be a worm. That’s a stupid and improbable scenario. Do not ask him such an idiotic question ever again. (It’s yes btw).

Sae: leaves you on read. He is a busy guy and he does not have time to entertain such trivial questions.

Chigiri: haha yeah of course! :) He loves you no matter what! But he is lying through his ass because worms are slimy and gross and if you turned into one he would try to pick you up for five minutes and then when he works up the courage to actually do so he would scream and drop you because you started wiggling and then you would fall to your death.

Isagi: (takes two hours to think about the logic and reality of raising a worm lover before replying) yes :) ofc! (Has nightmares about taking care of a worm. Can you still communicate with him? Are you a human in a worm body? Do you have a worm lifespan or a human one? What if you forget him and leave him for another worm?)

Bachira: Worms are cool!!!! He would be a worm with you :3 !!!! But if you turned into a worm and he didn’t then he would misplace you after about thirty minutes and then accidentally squish you because he wasn’t looking. Rip worm you.

Reo: Yes. Absolutely. He would buy a nice enclosure for you with lots of dirt and premium worm food and imported vegetation and he would put you next to his bed and greet you every morning and hire top expert worm researchers so he can take care of you (he thought about buying a garden for you to live in but gets paranoid that you’ll run away and he won’t be able to find you).

Nagi: Actually has the audacity to tell you that he would prefer you as a worm because worms are easier to take care of than humans.

Ness: He would literally worship worm you. He would spend all of his paycheck on buying you nice worm things and carry you around in a little jar in his bag and start screaming if anyone tried to touch you. He says unironic shit like “i would die for you so you could use my corpse as worm nutrients :)”

Kaiser: Super pissed at the idea of you being a worm. What the fuck. How is he going to kiss you now? He is NOT bringing his lips anywhere near a slimy, wriggling creature. This is inconvenient and very weird. He would demand for you to turn back into a human or he will break up with you (you have to remind him this is a hypothetical situation).

#liya chats #blue lock #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #chigiri hyoma #itoshi sae #itoshi rin #mikage reo #nagi seishiro #alexis ness #michael kaiser #blue lock x reader #dmed a friend about this idea and I had to write it all down and flesh it out. lol

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scaredii-cat · 7 months

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#1 Worm Fan ^^^

#delatrune #utdr #rouxls kaard #art #artists on tumblr #mission accomplished i drew the silly #also i hope its obvious that i dont write in cursive lol. its more fitting for his wanna-be fancy-ness

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perfectfeelings · 6 months

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You do not write your life with words…You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

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eerna · 21 days

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in a world filled with books written by male authors that make me go "uhhhhh this writer does Not have a good outlook on masculinity and women, this was definitely written by a man", the Chaos Walking trilogy stands as a complete opposite where I spent the entire series being like "WOW I never really thought about masculinity in this way, WOW this is painting a really interesting picture of gender dynamics and generational relationships, this was definitely written by a man"

#whenever discussion on manly male book things like rape and toxic masculinity pops up i am like. cw did it and did it well.#you CAN write a lead who makes up excuses for why he participates in a system that oppresses women!!! you CAN write about a dude falling #into the spiral of toxic masculine approval!!! you CAN give him horrible role models!! i am not opposed to that!!!#but you can't do it if part of you worships those ideals and doesn't really like women all that much. patrick ness on the other hand gets i #chaos walking liveblog #every spring i think of my kids idek why. i am still too traumatized to reread. or am i <3

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flimsy-spine · 4 months

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my favorite madney scenes: [4/?] ⇢ Buck, Actually, 2.08

#madney #chimney han #maddie buckley #911 fox #911 abc #911edit #madneyedit #chimneyhanedit #maddiebuckleyedit #*911 #*#madneyscenes #the coloring is SO WEIRD #s2 has this weird magenta-ness to it so in order to make it look okay-ish i have to add a gross amount of blue and green to cancel it out #rip to my 5+1 pre-relationship madney fic that died when i didn't know how i should write buffriday's origin story you would've been fun

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thoughtkick · 4 months

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You do not write your life with words…You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

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delusionsofgrandeur13 · 8 days

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ex boyfriend!dick grayson is distraught.

it’s been two weeks, three days, ten hours, and seven minutes since the two of you broke up. not that anyone is counting.

his days are spent with him walking around like a zombie.

batman has to practically yell into the comms link to even get a reply during patrol. dick’s not even sure he’s been putting his suit on properly. two nights ago he only went out with one escrima stick. he almost lost a fight with some goons, and one of them asked him if he had a death wish. he went home bruised, his lip bloodied, wondering if maybe he did have a death wish.

he tried going out to the store. he was out of shaving cream and eggs. dick made it as far as the produce section. he had a staring contest with the apples for ten minutes, and left without buying anything.

the first week he kept wearing hats. seeing his hair in the mirror practically made his eye twitch with the memory of you running your hands through it. he could almost hear you cooing over how nice it looks long.

“dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick you look so—”

he cuts it a week later, sick of his brothers making fun of him for the hats and sick of your voice in his ear.

he barely touches his hair now, his hands nothing compared to the way yours felt on his scalp. almost every other night he cries in the shower, thinking about the way your eyes would flash when you’d offer to wash his hair for him. you’d always bite your lip in this cute way when you slicked all his hair back, the soap fluffy in your hands. you’d wiggle your eyebrows and call him distinguished, and then pull it up into a mohawk and tell him to call up jason and ask to join the outlaws. a few nights ago he made the mistake of looking at your razor, still on the shower caddy. he cried so hard his head hurt the next morning like he’d had a hangover.

his family stops whispering when he enters rooms, their worry and concern growing more obvious by the day. alfred won’t stop feeding him. bruce keeps looking him over, his eyebrows furrowed. jason left at least four self help books on his coffee table and in his cubby in the batcave. tim took over all of the video surveillance batman had assigned him, waving him away when dick tried to insist it was okay, and that he could do it. steph wouldn’t stop high fiving him? cass hugged him, at least three times. wally tried to get him to go out, but dick drank one beer and left, walking home in the pouring rain like he was in a music video. wally took the hint, but started texting him good morning, every day. even damian stopped picking on him, instead asking to spar just so dick would have something else to think about. it didn’t work, obviously, but he’d mussed damian’s hair, giving him a wan smile on the way out of the practice room. he’d left immediately after.

he spent the rest of the day at home thinking about how he’d always let you win when the two of you would play wrestle. you had this expression you’d make right before, where your eyes would squint a little and the corner of your mouth would turn up. the whole time you’d dated, dick was never able to figure out if it was because you were about to play fight or fuck. he loved it.

his nights are full of tossing and turning.

he spent the first week not washing his sheets, sleeping face down on your side of the bed. the second week he washed his sheets every night, trying to rid his nose of the phantom smell of you. the pillowcase you used is shoved deep into his linen cabinet. he now sleeps on the couch. he had to wash all of his t shirts too, the ones you’d steal to wear to bed with nothing under. he rummaged through his dresser in his old room in Wayne Manor hoping to find ones to wear that didn’t smell like you. ones that didn’t make him think of you pulling them off in the middle of the night, to then sink down onto his cock. you’d toss it onto the ground while you straddled him, smiling down at him.

he couldn’t sit and watch tv without thinking of all the times he’d gone down on you on the couch.

couldn’t brush his teeth without seeing the last time he’d bent you over the sink, thrusting into you while your breath fogged the bathroom mirror.

he couldn’t go out to eat at any of the restaurants by his apartment without seeing the two of you at a table, you stealing one of his fries or swapping sandwiches to try the other’s order.

he still couldn’t go to the little family-owned grocery store, not when the old couple that ran it knew both of you by name.

couldn’t look at his keys without seeing the keychains you’d bought him.

his every waking moment was spent with thinking of you, all you, always you.

you were everywhere,

he thought about how you’d beamed when he’d first asked you out, your eyes shining when you’d nodded yes.

how surprised you’d looked when he finally told you he was nightwing, and how you made him pinky swear to be careful.

he couldn’t appreciate enough how you had always been gracious when he’d show up late to dates, bruce always needing his help with something or other.

he thought of the way you’d looked washing the dishes, up to your elbows in suds when he’d roll in from the window, coming up behind you to kiss you and push you over to the couch while he’d finished the dishes, still in his nightwing suit.

what you’d looked like when you opened the promise ring he got you, and showed you his matching one. you’d both gotten teary eyed then.

the way you tried to hide the fact you’d been crying when he came home from patrol one night.

when your expression would change after he’d tell you he had to miss a family dinner at your mom’s house. you thought he wouldn’t notice but c’mon, he was trained by batman.

how your face had crumpled like his heart did when he had realized what he needed to do. when he had said he loved you more than anything, but knew that you deserved to be treated better, and that he couldn’t give you that right now. couldn’t give you all of his time like he wanted to.

you’d accepted it, nodding while tears slipped down your cheeks silently, walking out of his apartment to go stay at your mom’s house.

it’d been two weeks, three days, ten hours, and seven minutes, yet dick hadn’t accepted it. and your toothbrush was still next to his. so he didn’t think you’d really accepted it either.

but yet, you were now nowhere.

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rowdyslove · 6 months

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𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘. | luke hughes

꒰ genre: mature ;established!relationship!au | drabble

꒰ word count: 1k

꒰ warnings: 18+ themes !! MDNI ! unprotected sex (stay safe), soft sex, riding, swearing, praising.

꒰ author’s note: here is part 2 of my 3 part smut series for my 1k celly !! if you couldn’t tell already, obviously this series is all just soft stuff with the boys :3

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“stop s-staring, lu.”

you mutter quietly, eyes watching slowly at the path luke’s fingers smooth themselves along your thighs from where he is laid underneath you. his now much darker green eyes gaze over you as he soakes in every dip and curve of your figure and he breathes out a low chuckle at your words, followed by a slow and languid upward roll of his hips. his cock starting to throb as he plunges deeper, easing further into your warm walls as you straddle his lap.

"can’t help it.. y’re just looking so pretty from down here." he mumbles in response, voice low and slightly shakey, but there's still the small hint of a smile laced within it. a light pink blush rises high on his cheeks, his unruly curls a mess on his head from where he's sinking into the pillows beneath him.

you always knew that when he spoke those words, he was being honest. luke was completely weak for you at all times, at least that much was obvious to you. it almost made you proud for how intoxicating the boy found you—how utterly enamoured he was by you and you're entire body. just how quickly he could feel his sanity fade away into existence at how good you made him feel every single time you sank down on him.

his pace was a slow grind against you, withdrawing at the same pace every time with a hum leaving his throat before he's rolling forward and sinking straight back into your pussy with a wet sound that has your head lulling back, your palm resting against his chest to keep yourself as steady as you can while a breathless whimper of his name falls from your soft lips.

"you're s-so cheesy l-luke." you gasp out, feeling his hand tremble where it gropes at your hips after he feels your pussy throb and clench around him. he groans deep, taking a handful of your breast with his free hand. his hips press deep up against you and yours meet them with the desperate little rolls you make.

"so pretty." he groans, a croaky sound that's accompanied with a wet clap of his body against yours and his words burn in your chest—in the best way possible—when they curl down your spine, sizzling and adding to the warmth that you feel growing underneath your flesh.

"fuck, don’t need to repeat it." you hiccup lightly, feeling his pelvis grind along your puffy clit and your voice twists up a higher pitch when you feel his fingers lead up and press into the small of your back, guiding you lower until your chest is pressed up tightly against his own and he starts pressing kisses along your jaw and cheeks as he grinds into you.

“just speaking the truth, baby." luke pants in your ear, his voice like a dripping whine when his slender fingers squish into the skin of your waist, curling into you when his cock nudges against the sweet spot inside of you that has you melting wholey into him. he groans into each kiss that he places to your face, his pace stuttering when you start to twitch around him and he draws his hips back before they jut forward again.

"fuck—feel’s so good." he grunts, the way you are making him feel shows evidently in the way he clenches his jaw before the force of his hips pick up and he's sinking himself even deeper. gasps and moans come from the both of you, a drawn out sigh sounds from luke below you, followed by hushed praises between soft pants and groans of your name.

the way his cock continues to push right against the spongy spots inside of you has your vision beginning to turn blurry. turning your head and looking up the slight amount you need to to meet luke’s gaze from where you feel his breath fanning along your neck, and he turns to meet your eyes as well.

his lovely lips are parted before the corners stretch into a soft grin, his eyes heavily lidded and still just as dark as before and the sight of him looking so lost in the pleasure has you pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. whines come from the back of your throat when you immediately feel his tongue drag itself along your own and his hand curls around the back of your neck to pull you closer, eagerly drinking in your ragged breaths and needy whispers of his name.

"d-doing so good for me. shit—s-so fucking perfect.” he groans against your lips, his voice an almost whine as he keeps you pinned tight against his chest while his thrusts picks up even faster. the new pace makes you feel like you can't form even the smallest of sentences that aren’t just the simple pleads and whimpers of his name as you feel nothing but bliss hurtling throughout you with every rock of his hips.

"g-gonna cum." you finally manage to speak and the sweet, ragged moan that the confession pulls from luke is what has a familiar rush of warmth curling to your core. your pussy twitches and creams around him as you slowly start to release and he stills beneath you before he's giving all of himself into the needy coaxing of your walls—spilling into you with a wordless but satisfied groan as he allows your pussy to milk him of everything he has.

you feel his hips finally come to a halt, the aftermath of your orgasm causing your thighs to tremble slightly before they're tightening over his slim waist and you feel sleepy wrapped around luke. but you still pull away to blink down at the boy, his eyes fluttering open to send you a sleepy sort of look through a drowsy grin. you feel his palm rest itself on your cheek before he's guiding you back to press another soft kiss against your lips.

"see sweetheart, so pretty all for me."

#⋆·˚ ༘ *—rowdyslove’s 1k follower celly !!#—ness writes #luke hughes #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes smut #luke hughes fluff #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes oneshot #luke hughes x reader #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl x y/n #nhl fluff #nhl smut #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fic

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thehopefulquotes · 2 months

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You do not write your life with words…You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

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xonavia · 1 month

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-> You were one of the managers of Bastard München, you had only gotten hired not to too long ago but nobody seemed to have an issue with you, or so you could tell. There were a few guys that you never had any idea what they were thinking but that's a story for another time. A couple weeks after you had gotten hired you started becoming really close with Ness, to everybody's surprise. And as even more time progressed you two just got closer and closer until you started dating. Though being the manager of a top team was no easy task and it led to many sleepless nights. It was about the third row in a night you had either gotten no sleep, or only an hour or two. You looked exhausted by the time it was time for one of the practice matches with Manshine City, you sat down by Noel Noa and you almost passed out. The only reason you woke back up was from the whistle, signaling the kick off. It was finally the half time signaling that you were finally over with 45 minutes of this, only 45 minutes left. Ness had noticed that you were half asleep looking over at the field, and walked over. "You okay? I didn't think we were that boring" He laughed slightly as he crouched down to get to eye level with you. You sleepily smiled at him as you tried to laugh. " 's not that, jus' tired.." "I can tell" He ruffled your hair a little before speaking again "After we're done I'll take you back home and you can sleep as long as you want" You nodded and he took off jogging towards the rest of his team who was waving him over. You really don't remember what had happened after they got off their half time. It started fine, you looking out towards the field, then suddenly it started to get darker and darker before you can't quite remember who won or what happened. The next thing you remember is waking up and Ness sitting next to you in your bed, looking at his phone. He slightly chucked as you started waking up and stretching your arms up, trying to remember what had happened. "Have a nice nap?" Then you remember, after the whistle had blown you started closing your eyes and before long the much needed sleep over took you and you fell asleep. "So.. did you guys win..?" You questioned trying to see if you could jog any other memories. "Never got to finish, Both Noa and Prince were a little scared after you looked like you died in the chair and they paused the game to make sure you were okay" He reached over and ruffled your hair before hugging you. "Luckily you had just fallen asleep but were supposed to finish up tomorrow" "Oh.. I'm sorry.." "Nothing for you to apologize for, I should've been making sure you were getting enough sleep, but no worries, we can start now." He put his phone down on the bedside table and laid down pulling you into his chest. "Gute Nacht, Liebe meines Lebens.."

Fair warning!! I don’t speak German and everything was translated so if there is any issues with it please let me know!!

Translation: "Gute Nacht, Liebe meines Lebens.." -> Good Night, Love of my Life

#bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #alexis ness #ness alexis #alexis ness x reader #ness x reader #alexis x reader #ness alexis x reader #xonavia's writings!

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pettyprocrastination · 10 months

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Parasite In the Nursery

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: You bring your husband back from the hospital after he was in a car crash that nearly took his life. Once the joy wears off of learning he survived, you're stuck with the nagging dread that the man you brought home is not the one you married.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of death, nothing really aside from a general feeling of unease throughout it.

Author’s note: wanted to approach Miguel from a vaguely 80′s-ish horror vibe because the dude is WEIRD and I want to see more of that. Romance + invasion of the body snatchers type beat. Big thanks to @thesadvampire and @madhyanas for being my beta readers and editors on this one. I love you both a fuck ton <3

Credit for divider goes to @mmadeinheavenn !

Miguel wonders if you think he’s having an affair.

Granted, he doesn’t have much context to judge your personality off of, he’s learning more about you with each day going on- but he knows that most wives don’t jump when their husband calls their name or watch him out of the corner of their eye as he sings their daughter to sleep in the nursery.

Cheating is common. Benign. Easier to explain than the nagging feeling that’s been biting at the small of your neck ever since he was released from the hospital. Ever since you laid your eyes on him and knew without a doubt that the man before you wasn’t the one you married ten years ago.

A part of him feels a swell of pride at how closely you analyze him. He should feel a prick of panic run down his spine at the threat of you discovering him, but when your eyes roam over his shoulders- too broad to belong to the once relaxed if not soft physique of the man you married- to the smile he flashes you is tight and closed.

No, he gets excited.

Perhaps it's a sense of pride. Knowing in this universe, his wife is sharp as a whip and just as fast. That he values strong characteristics, determination, intelligence, kindness all found within you. That he’s a family man within his own right and can’t help but approve of the traits found within wife and babygirl.

Maybe Miguel was just severely fucked up in the head. One would have to be to play house with a would-be widow and her darling little girl.

Your mother had called it a miracle.

A guardian angel on his shoulder. An extra sprinkle of luck on his head or some cosmic debt a stranger owed him- each phrase sung to you by your loved ones when you shared the state of Miguel’s well being after he was discharged from the hospital.

Normal people don’t survive head on collisions with a truck twice the size of their car. Their skin is torn open by the shards of class, bones snap and broken under the bending steel meant to keep them safe, effectively trapping them until the paramedics arrived if they were unfortunate to not die on impact, forcing their final moments to be nothing but sheer panic and confusion as their ears ring and blink out of consciousness.

But the man in your home, who falls asleep with both arms around your waist and kisses the crown of your daughter’s head, nuzzling the little curls she has as he lays her to sleep in her crib is nothing but normal.

You don’t say any of it out loud. God knows how ridiculous you’d sound- lamenting the fact that the love of your life, the father of your baby, survived what should have been a fatal car crash when countless others had somebody dear to them ripped from their lives in the same fashion. Nobody would console you or your growing concerns that something adjacent to a B-rated sci-fi horror film was happening within your home.

Miguel doesn’t poke the concerns nor try to nullify them. He’s far too busy treating your daughter, sweet little Gabriela, like she was the sun and the stars. Every waking moment had been dedicated to her in some way if he wasn’t stuck at work (which is happening less and less lately, despite the fact that before his accident, you distinctly remember countless mornings where your poor husband dragged himself away from you with a kiss to your swollen belly at the crack of dawn and shuffled into his shirt and tie before you got out of bed.

You watch from the doorway of her nursery as he gently rocks her in his arms, leaning down to press his nose to the side of her face. Despite the fear that churns your stomach each time you look at him, you can’t help but smile as Gabriela’s laughter fills the air.

The thing wearing your husband’s face treats your daughter like royalty, you surmised that there were worse things in the world than that.

He knows you can tell something is wrong. You're smart. Analytical. He can feel your eyes cut into him as he spoon feeds Gabi in the morning when you busy yourself with the pantry.

Miguel’s airplane noises are different. Not that it matters. Rather than his nasally impression of an airplane's sputtering engine, threatening to give out as he moves the plastic spoon of mango puree to your daughter’s mouth, he makes a low rhythmic whooshing sound like that of a UFO.

“My mom was thinking about taking Gabi this Friday afternoon.”

“Oh?”

You haven't turned to face him. Instead you busy yourself with moving the spices within the pantry with trembling fingers.

“Is there a reason?”

“I thought we could try that new Italian place on Fifth. The one that replaced that sandwich shop.”

That sandwich shop had been his favorite. Miguel had stopped there damn near every morning to grab his lunch before work, even waiting in a winding line to the door even if it meant slipping into the Alchemax lobby twenty minutes late. Had you ever mentioned the mere suggestion of it shutting down, your poor husband would have burst a blood vessel on the spot.

The man sitting at your dining table merely shrugs his hard-cut shoulders.

“I’m alright, tell her maybe next week.”

Miguel hears you give a shaking breath. Your engagement ring- a sensible princess cut he saved up for months to buy- glints beneath the kitchen light as your hand curls around a glass container of minced garlic.

He’s given the wrong answer.

“Are you alright honey?”

You let out a noise. A high pitched titter as your shoulders start to shake he can’t tell if you’ve begun to laugh or cry.

His fangs worry the inside of his cheek. You were smart, smarter than he gave you credit for it would seem. Maybe he had been all too distracted with staring at the wedding photos on the mantle and playing house to realize how much of you truly saw.

Gabi whines as his hand lowers the spoon before she can take a bite.

You turn your head to meet his gaze and smile.

There is no fear in your eyes. No hatred. No tears running down your face as the terror finally sinks in. That this man, this thing that sleeps in your bed and lays your daughter to bed each night in her crib is not the man you have loved for fifteen years.

There is nothing.

“Just a bit tired, Miggy. That’s all.”

The name sends flashes through his mind. Gabriel’s voice in a taunting lull when they were children rang through his ears. Xina’s frustrated pleading for the truth. Everything began to swirl and twist until he could feel the pressure building in the back of his head. He brings his hands to his temples, squeezing his eyes shut in some attempt to alleviate the pain that threatens to split his skull.

“Miguel?” Your voice just barely cuts through the fog. “Are you alright?” Your voice is slow and apprehensive, not coming from a place of genuine concern for his well-being but instead out of fear of what follows next.

Gabriela wriggles in her highchair. Her lip begins to quiver at the lack of attention from both her parents.

“I’m alright.” He insists through gritted teeth. “Just a mild headache.”

“Maybe you should go lay down then. Sleep it off.”

Miguel looks up and catches your eye in the reflection of the mirror hanging on the wall. Rust colored eyes narrow as he tilts his head and speaks slowly and clearly for the first time since he came home.

“I said.” He pushes out, you watch as his lip curls and you see pointed teeth slipping from his mouth. “I’m fine.”

Silence falls over husband and wife, neither of you daring to break the trance.

It was then that little Gabriela, in a desperate attempt for food or attention from her parents or perhaps both, threw her head back and began to wail.

You crossed the kitchen in fast strides before he had the chance to get up. Frantic hands tugging her free from her highchair and close to your chest where she cried into your shirt.

His chair scrapes along the kitchen floor as he walks toward you, each step he takes forward is matched by your own trailing away until your back comes in contact with the wall.

“I’ve got her, it’s alright.” You manage a shaking smile to try and placate him as he reaches out to you. “Why don’t you go wash up and I'll finish feeding her?”

“Let me-”

“Don’t.”

Your voice cuts through the room. Not pleading but demanding. Stronger and angrier than he had ever heard it before. The polite but cautious wife that he woke up to each morning was gone as you stared up at him with defiance.

Red eyes watch you with an emotion you can’t quite name as your hand gently cradles the back of your daughter’s head and pulls her closer to your chest.

He brings his hand back and nods.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

You don’t move until his shadow is gone from your vision and you hear the bathroom door shut. Over the sound of the shower raining down on him, droplets of water pat-pat-pattering against the tile floor he can hear you whispering comforts to Gabriela in the kitchen.

“It’s okay, babygirl, mama’s got you right here.”

Something gnaws at his stomach as he thinks of the look in your eyes as he stood over you and the way you pulled her closer to your chest when he reached out.

Miguel stands in the shower, letting the hot water burn his skin raw as he listens to you walk around the house with a now docile Gabriella in your arms. You sing a song about field mice and wolves while changing her diaper and whisper a gentle “sweet dreams, babygirl” before settling her in the crib your husband had insisted on putting together himself when you first found out you were pregnant.

He has the decency to wait until you're in bed to join you. Steam curling off his shoulders as he walks into your bedroom to find it shrouded in darkness. His eyes settle on your form where you sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for him in the night.

You stare at him. The Stranger with red eyes like dried blood that cut through the darkness like a coyote in the bushes. The more you look at him the more you realize he doesn’t look like your Miguel at all. Perhaps it was your own grief followed by the pure elation of learning your husband was alive that let these details slip through the cracks but now you can’t deny it. You don’t know this man and you’ve let him into your home.

“Did you kill him?”

His eyes go wide at your accusation. There’s a brief moment of refusal, where his hands go up in defense and he opens his mouth to speak to you slowly, cautiously like you’re a cornered animal.

You snap before he has the chance to speak.

“Don't-” You hiss to the man twice your size. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

Part of you wonders if he’ll kill you. You’ve seen the scars on his body, the curve of muscle where your husband was soft and domesticated, you don’t doubt that he has the strength for it.

His shoulder’s drop, freed from the weight of the facade.

“I didn’t kill him” Miguel has the decency to look ashamed as he tells you the truth. “He was already dead.”

You don’t know this man. You don’t know the truth of his life, his desires or his actual reason for slipping into your life like an invasive species right under your nose. You don’t even know if his real name is Miguel. But as tears begin to fall down your cheeks, as you finally get to grieve the death of your husband; you allow the stranger to wrap his arms around you in a poor imitation of sympathy.

#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #if i write more I want to get into the like. body horror-ness of miguel #parasite tag

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bluelockmaniac · 1 month

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BEYOND THE PALACE WALLS (ft. alexis ness)

royal/fantasy au - princess reader x wizard alexis ness

no kaiser in this story– feeding ness simps ♡

wc; 1k

"in which a bored princess seeks a wizard rumoured to possess extraordinary healing abilities to find a cure for her ill father"

you were the princess of the vast empire of anastas, a land blessed with fertile soil by the gods themselves, a formidable army, and advanced architecture. an empire revered by allies, feared by foes. but, beneath the deceiving facade of prosperity, there beat a restless heart, longing for the thrill of exploring way beyond the palace walls. you badly wanted to set foot in the crowded markets in town, where street vendors promoted their goods, where the overwhelming aroma of spices filled the air and vibrant tapestry gave the town life. your parents forbade you.

fate, however, had plans for you. sure– the concern for your father, the emperor, had weighed heavily on your heart when the royal knights announced he had fallen gravely ill, and that not even the most skillful of healers in anastas could cure him– but, as sickening as one might think, you felt a strange feeling of excitement after getting the reluctant approval of the empress to finally leave the palace and venture into the ancient forest with a purpose; to seek the mysterious wizard rumoured to possess unrivaled healing abilities, ness.

you began your journey into the forest and it was beyond comparison to the royal gardens in your wing of the palace–no offense to your gardeners. large trees and colourful plants and flowers decorated the area and the scent of wet earth was lingering in the air. it was very quiet, and only the sounds of rustling leaves and frequent chirps and squeals of creatures you have yet to see can be heard.

however, this ancient forest did not align with the rumours. it seemed as though some mysterious ‘force’ was attentively tending to every leaf and branch of the forest. the fierce beasts you had expected to encounter weren’t there. neither were the giants or tiny, cunning, elf bandits that your mother warned you about. everything was well preserved– from the mushroom on the soil to the ladybug climbing the tree.

you had absolutely no clue where you were going, only guided by the subtle hints of ness’ whereabouts. and finally, you reach an ancient tower–cracks and crevices on its withering stone walls along with overgrown ivy draped tightly around it. suddenly, the man you were looking for emerged from the tower as if he had sensed your arrival. it was him. it was unmistakable, plain as daylight.

he had an exceptional, distinctive aura, an aura that surpassed even the best mages of anastas. despite your best efforts to appear composed, you could not help but feel suffocated by the tension of the atmosphere that… he involuntarily portrays?

“sir,” the words trip awkwardly out of your mouth as you look at him with twitching lips, a failed attempt to smile at him, “y-you must be ness, the legendary wiza–”

“oh my, the princess herself–the embodiment of royalty– graces me with her presence,” he chuckles and walks closer to you, bending slightly as he gently takes your hand and presses a soft kiss on it, “please, fret not, my princess,” he grins, “it’s been quite a while since i’ve last seen someone.”

pulling your hand away, a soft blush spreads across your face, tinting your cheeks a rosy pink, “ness, i desperately need your help,” it felt strange. despite experiencing this gesture from countless tedious suitors who seeked your hand in marriage, you had never felt your heart race as much as it does in this moment. “...my father, the emperor, has fallen ill and is in critical condition,” you utter with desperation, tightly clutching onto his cloak as you look at him pleadingly. “please, help my father,”

“oh,” a soft sigh escapes his lips as he holds his elbow and rests his head against his palm, “i suppose i can heal the emperor, princess,” he starts, a smirk playing on his lips, “but, naturally, nothing comes without a cost. my assistance is no exception,” he adds as his fingers gently lift your chin to meet his gaze.

you feel your heart drop as you prepare yourself for the conditions he is about to lay out. is he some sadistic bastard who’s going to make you fight to your death with a monstrous cerberus he summons? with reluctance, you gulp, “n-name your price, i’ll give you whatever you wish for– be it a thousand white horses or a million gold bars,”

he adjusts his coat, dismissing the material offerings, “horses? gold? far too ordinary, not my style,” he laughs, his fingers gently tucking your hair behind your ear, “what i’m really after,” he teases with a glint of mischief in his eyes, “is a kiss,”

you pause, shock washing over your face. did you hear that correctly? or was your mind playing games with you? “a… a kiss?” you stammer, your heart was beginning to beat uncontrollably against your wishes all over again. you felt conflicted, unsure of how to respond to ness’ unexpected demand. “why? a kiss won’t benefit you all, so wh–”

“says who?” he laughs, patting your head gently, “dare i say, i’m certain any man would be thrilled to have the opportunity to share a kiss with the princess, hm?”

“...i…” what you feel for this man is unlike anything you have ever felt before– your racing heart, the warmth spreading across your cheeks, the sudden consciousness of your own appearance– they’re all sensations you remember your palace nanny describing in fairy tale books, sensations you thought were only for the characters of the novel. you once dismissed those feelings as mere fantasies, but now you couldn’t deny it any longer, “ness, it’ll be my first kiss,” you gaze deeply into his magenta-coloured eyes, looking for assurance, “make it good.”

grinning playfully, he tenderly rests his palm against your cheek, pulling you in closer by your waist, “your wish is my command, princess,” he murmurs softly before pressing his lips affectionately against yours. his lips felt distant, yet strangely familiar, as if you had not just met this man a few minutes ago. your arms instinctively find their way around his neck, pulling him even closer until your chests were pressed together.

you still vividly remember the day you granted his request– the day his hand guided you towards the enchanted tree of healing and extended its branch to you. it’s been three years since that encounter, yet you still find yourself gazing out of the window of your palace chambers, yearning for the day when fate would reunite you once more.

thank you for reading!! comments appreciated ♡

a/n: this was so much fun to write, i've been obsessing over manhwas lately and thought i could somehow incorporate ness' backstory in a royalty setting.

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