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Wow, that actually happened.
So...Oklahoma is out.
Nationals Day One is over and the Four on the Floor is LSU, Cal, Florida, and Utah - just as we all definitely expected!
Blake from Half In Half Out reporting for duty while the Head Gay in Charge of the Sass Department, Spencer of the Balance Beam Situation, tends to his health.
Semifinal One featuring LSU, Cal, Arkansas and Stanford. LSU and Cal should advance is everyone does their normal, but Arkansas or Stanford could slip in with a serious mistake or two from either favorite. This semifinal occurred at a reasonable hour, and featured teams I actually really like and several athletes we've followed for a long time. It's all good vibes, and I want Sav and Sirena to have the best night ever.
Sav kills it. Sirena gets attacked by the beam monster but lives to tell the tale. It'll still be a fun story. These two are absolute gems and I am so proud of their careers and the people they've become.
We get a final(?) Chae floor party. It's sensational. 9.95 I think - I hope she takes a fifth year if she wants to.
Anyways.
It's LSU and Cal, as we all figured. Stanford put up a fight for a bit, but it wasn't enough in the end. Stanford and Arkansas are, and damn well should be, proud of how far they came this season.
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I wait until my bed time for Semifinal Two to start, fully expecting to be able to half watch it as Oklahoma coasts into the lead and Florida battles Utah and Alabama for #2.
Oklahoma started on vault and the first athlete immediately fell on her ass and her pride *cur Stick It montage*. Then two others nearly fell on their own respective behinds and Oklahoma ends the first rotation in last place, down over a point from the rest of the field.
I suspect this will be hung in OU's locker room sometime today:
Before the second rotation starts we get an Oklahoma vault error compilation, followed by an Oklahoma fluff piece. Yikes. I mean I guess there probably won't be any good time in this meet to show it. They just said their team is good under pressure situations in the fluff.....well...yeah, usually.
The beam monster eats Alabama's feet and they count 3 falls in rotation two. Jaedyn Rucker of Utah has a weird floor fluke but they don't count her score. Raena Worley does her final routine and we all cry when she cries.
Everything is normal, Oklahoma is in third, despite whatever the hell that first rotation was, and Florida and Utah can either do their normal and qualify to Saturday - or have a medium flop-fest on any event and fall behind Oklahoma. Sure. Okay.
This is when the broadcasting Gods smiled upon us all and gave us an even more poorly timed fluff. Oh yes. It's happy Alabama montage time!
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Around this point Kino texted me âIs this the best day of my life?â Yes, bestie. I think so.
Throughout the rest of the meet, Utah and Florida have a couple small mistakes, but they end up finishing squarely on top.
Oklahoma counts a fall on beam and we get this gem from John:
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*and thus begins the John hates Oklahoma and Alabama lore*
In the end, we land here:
Bryant wins the All Around - justice is served.
So on Saturday we'll crown a National Champion that isn't Oklahoma, which is of course devastating to the Sooners and their fans, but is also just objectively exciting and interesting. LSU, Cal, Utah and Florida all stand a real chance of winning this thing, in my opinion. All 198-capable, including with post-season neutral-site scoring.
Utah and Florida need to lock in and get rid of the mistakes that cost them those last few tenths on Thursday. The winners almost certainly won't count a fall, but I'd bet the winners won't HAVE a fall. Each of these teams has flinched under pressure at some point this season, and each has shown their depth and adaptability throughout the year.
My best guess? I mean. LSU had the most complete semifinals performance. I want Sav to get a Natty. Konnor has been such a star, Bryant is amazing, Kiya is doing great - it may be their year. Florida gives me anxiety, but a win for Morgan Hurd's team is always a win for my team. Cal would be such a fun win. Can they prove themselves under pressure this time around? And Utah can always smash it. I'm always surprised when they don't land in the Finals. They're just solid. Now, I will never root for Utah, but I admire how their coaching staff has handled this year's sudden transition - based on the gymnastics and things we see on camera - and will be fine with them winning if they are the best on the day. They can be the best of this group, and certainly might be on Saturday, and that athletic achievement can exist separate from all of the valid criticisms of individuals on their team/staff and their behavior towards their former teammate.
In the words of RuPaul, "I can't wait to see how this turns out."
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Watching UCLA vs Utah gymnastics and UCLA's leotards are very high cut this week. It's a lot of booty and we're worried there's gonna be a lip slip đ â Coley đđđ Bisexual people exist (she/her) (@raspberrychucks) Feb 4, 2023 February 03, 2023 at 09:04PM via Twitter https://twitter.com/raspberrychucks
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Utah Gymnastics
#University of Utah#Utah Utes#college gymnastics#gymnasts#gymnast girls#athlete#female athletes#college athlete#college girl
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Maile O'Keefe (Utah)
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Favourite moment of the 2023 NCAA gymnastics season:
Utah sophomore Grace McCallum counts her wolf turns on beam.
#Grace McCallum#gymnastics#gymedit#gymnasticsedit#NCAA#Utah#gym2023#ncaa gymnastics#my gifs#this is iconic behaviour
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I donât recognize patriarchy so anyone with a hyphenate name is just getting called by the first family name listed if I know them by that! Sorry but fuck ur husband ur a weenie for taking his name to begin with !!!!
#skill issue imho#this is primarily applicable to utah mormon gymnasts. like why do u come back for ur junior year with a new last name#and weâre all just expected to act like thatâs normal ???? no sorry. weirdo culture. outcasts. freaks. bye
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does southern utah ACTUALLY call themselves the âflipping birdsâ I die
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âUcla are gonna be nattys bound
top 8 team predictions 2023: Ucla, Florida, Alabama, Utah, Oklahoma, Auburn, Michigan, and Californiaâ
#gymnastics#confession#ncaa gymnastics#ncaa nationals#team ucla#team florida#team alabama#team utah#team oklahoma#team auburn#team michigan#team california
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does anyone know why sage thompson transferred from utah to oregon state?
#love her gymnastics and i donât like utah but iâm confused bc utah is a much better gym team (but i donât like utah LOL)#sage thompson#gymnastics
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Listen I need Utah to win nattys this year bc I need to see the shady content their social media team comes up with
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luke x older reader anon again! congrats on 1k! submitting the same request, with hearts and prompt 25 đ«¶đ»
warnings: unprotected p in v, age gap (not major.), religious themes & motifs, pining, childhood friends to lovers vibes, best friend's brother ofc, jealousy, occasionally insecure statements from luke, really just the sweetest sex you can imagine. i LOVED writing this. hence... the length.
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Youâve been friends with the Hughes boys as long as you can remember. The first time you met Quinn, it was during your first pee-wee skate.Â
Your dad was a big hockey fan, so he wanted to teach you how to skate. The debate had been between figure skating and hockeyâ your mom loved gymnastics, dance, and figure skating, having been an artistic athlete herself. Your dad wanted you to skate regardless, but hockey felt more suited for your talents. You were a competitive childâ and territorial over your toysâ so your dad thought it would translate well into a hockey environment.Â
He took you to the Olympics in Salt Lake when you were three years old. You went to see figure skating and two of the United States hockey gamesâ one for the men and one for the women. To your dad, it wasnât a surprise how your eyes grew into saucers when you watched your first live hockey game.
Heâd enrolled you in peewee skate the following week. There were no girls-only leagues, so you were put into a coed league. Quinn was in the same league. You became very fast friendsâ you liked to talk, your new little buddy liked to listen, and then you finally got him out of his shell midway through the season and your friendship was fully cemented. Actually, the second you learned his last name was Hughesâ like Sarah Hughes, who won the Olympic Gold in singleâs figure skating when you were in Utahâ he was stuck with you. Just because youâd preferred hockey didnât mean you didnât love ice skating, too. It just wasnât your passion.
You and Quinn stayed in touch after that peewee hockey season, enrolling in the same league and requesting to be on the same team until you both graduated into the boys- and girls-only leagues. You still remained friends, staying in contact as best you could when he moved to Toronto. Youâd send letters back and forth and you became a pro at interpreting Quinnâs boyishly terrible handwriting. Heâd tell you about his brothers, his parents, his school, and his hockey teams. Youâd keep him updated on home, but then it stopped being home to Quinn. Soon enough, you were only talking about hockey and family. âDid you see that Crosby won the Hart Trophy?â âYeah! Ovi got the Calder though, so weâre still on even playing field. Canadian boy.â âHey, Ovi is Russian. Choose a real American and get back to me.â
It wasnât long until you secured an invitation to visit the Hughes during the summer. You and your family went up to Toronto to visit them and you got to play with the Hughes boys for a whole week. It was so much fun, so the next summer, you begged to invite them to your place for a week.
The tradition continued for years, alternating houses and hometowns. You and Quinn both applied to Michiganâ he played hockey, you did not. You were a good player, but youâre more of a beer league girl. You werenât recruited to play college hockeyâ which, for a while, you thought was weird, because there are so few female hockey players in America. Youâre hoping that your lack of recruitment means that there are hundreds of amazing women who are better than you at the sport, and that helped you accept your fate. After all, Quinn would sometimes bring you to the rink when it was empty. Youâd get to play for a little whileâ and it was nice, in college, to have someone who knew you so well.
A lot of people assumed that you and Quinn were together, but that couldnât be further from the truth. Quinn was like your brother. There was that weird month when you were thirteen and youâd gone to visit him over the summer and youâd thought, maybe⊠but it turned out that you were just thirteen and confused because of your rampant hormones and puberty. Quinn is just your friend, your best friend.Â
All of the brothers were pretty off-limits. Youâd seen the way girls had started flirting with Jack as heâd entered his teens. Youâre able to admit that heâs a cute boy. Luke was an absolute sweetheart, always trying to play with Quinn (and, by extension, you) as youâd grown up. You felt so fond of Luke in a âlook at how precious he is, I need to protect himâ sort of way.
And then, last night at the lake house, heâd helped you line up a shot in pool and kept his hand on the small of your back when you bent over the table, and your mind had been spinning ever since.Â
You canât tell Quinn, obviously. Thatâs his baby brother. Youâre not even sure how you feel about itâ Lukeâs always been your little buddy. Now, heâs over half a foot taller than you, so heâs not so little anymore. Stillâ heâs four years younger than you and Quinn. Itâs the equivalent of a freshman hooking up with a senior and you feel icky.Â
Regardless, you canât keep your eyes off of him. He likes to twirl his fork between his fingers when heâs done eating dinner. Heâll spread his legs and sit forward when heâs playing video games with his brothers. An absent-minded, crooked smile falls on his mouth every time heâs only half-listening to you or the other boys. Itâs paired with a look in his eyes that you can only describe as warm and content. In twenty-four hours, youâve noticed more things about Luke than youâve ever seen before.Â
Heâs grown up. Itâs still a little weird to you, but heâs 21. Youâre still 24, even though your 25th birthday is slowly creeping forward. You find yourself justifying the three year age gap, persuading yourself that itâs fine to look at Luke like that, but then you catch yourself and look away. Youâre pushing the idea out of your brain.
But heâs goofy, and cute, and so sweet. Heâs the same Luke as always, but youâre seeing him in a brand new way.
Youâre able to keep yourself at bay for over a week. The boys throw a party and invite some girls over. Normally, youâre not jealous. Youâre calm. You donât care.Â
Across the room, thereâs a girl flirting with Luke. Sheâs got a hand on his arm and youâre nursing a drink, seeing red. Youâre using Jack as a shield, but youâre still able to look over his shoulder. You think youâre being slick, but it turns out⊠youâre not.
âWhat are you looking at?â Jack laughs, tilting his head at you exaggeratedly before turning.
Unfortunately, you know youâve been found out. Thereâs only one thing that would have you glowering in such a way. Nothing else in sight is nearly as interesting as Luke and the girl beside him. Jack clocks it right away.
He turns back to you with a tight, knowing smile, like heâs trying to hold back laughter. He pushes his tongue into his cheek and quirks his eyebrows at you.Â
âInteresting,â Jack says, swirling his drink in his solo cup and then bringing the rim to his mouth. He maintains eye contact as he sips.Â
You pop the bottom of the cup, making the drink splash into Jackâs face. âFuck off.â
He wipes his mouth and crosses his arms, cradling the drink in the pocket of his elbow. âYou and little Lukey?â
You grind your teeth and glare at him in the most menacing way you can. Jack has known you for too long to be intimidated by your glares. He also never really cared that much in the first placeâ heâs too shit-eating to be concerned about the repercussions of his words.
Jack smirks some more. âDonât worry,â he says, popping his jaw like heâs turning a piece of gum over in his mouth. âYour secret is safe with me.â
You clench your teeth and continue glaring. You suck your cheeks in and bite down on the inside of your mouth, lips curling with annoyance.Â
âYou know, he wouldnât mind if you went over there and staked your claim,â Jack says with a one-shouldered shrug. âI donât think heâd be upset at all.â
âFuck off,â you repeat again.Â
âCâmon, Y/N.â Jack pushes your shoulder lightly, jokingly. âYouâre being obvious.â
âQuinnâll kill me. Andâ itâs Luke, Jack.â
âSo what? Itâs not weird. We all grew up together. Weâre all around the same age. Itâs not a big deal. Heâs had a crush on you forever.â
âItâs different,â you sing-song. âHeâs younger than me.â
âLetâs go, Cougar,â Jack teases, reaching up to high-five you.Â
You donât take it, instead deciding to punch his stomach.Â
Jack doubles over like you actually wounded him, but straightens up smiling. âYou oughta go make him jealous.â
âYouâre pissing me off.â
âDude, Iâm serious. Letâs go flirt with Trevor or something. Someone who Luke thinks youâre better thanâ I guarantee heâll be over here in a second.â
Jack actually tugs you toward Trevor and explains the plan before you can even get a word in. So much for keeping your secret. Trevor, to his credit, is a very willing subject. He keeps a hand on your waist during the whole conversation and you do your best to ignore the niggling desire to look over your shoulder at Luke.Â
Turns out, you shouldâve been worried about Quinn.
âGet your hands off her, Zegras,â Quinn snaps, pushing Trevorâs hand off of your waist and stepping between you. âYouâre not allowed to fuck my friend.â
If thatâs how he feels about one of his friends touching you, then you feel a bit faint at the idea of Quinnâs reaction to Luke getting together with you. That might seal the dealâ you really canât fuck Luke.
âIâm not fucking her,â Trevor says. âWeâre working an angle here, Quinn.â
Quinn scoffs. âYeah? What angle is that, Trevor?â
âWeâre trying to make Luke jealous, hello?â Trevor says like itâs obvious.Â
âOh my God,â you groan, covering your face in your hands. âTrevor, you fucking moron.â
âWhat?â Quinn demands, but his look turns into sheer bewilderment. âYouâre doing this for Luke?â
âIâm going to bed,â you announce, stomping away.Â
Trevor, somehow, is free to follow after you. Quinn hasnât stepped in to stop him. You wish he would. Heâs probably too confused. âThis is good,â he says. âHeâs definitely going to see us going upstairs together. Hold my hand.â
âNo.â
âDude, it was working. Luke was looking over at us the whole time.â
âI donât care, Trevor.â
âDonât you want him?â
âNot like that,â you hiss between your teeth. âI donât want to make Luke jealous. I want him to come to me because he wants to, okay? Go downstairs. I donât want to be with you right now.â
Trevor holds up his hands in surrender. âAlright. Iâll go. Goodnight.â
âGoodnight.â
You disappear into your bedroom, changing into pajamas and climbing into bed. Itâs nice to have your own bedroom in the lake house that Jack and Quinn bought with their NHL salaries, but tonight itâs bittersweet to be able to hear the party going on as you lay in bed. Itâs not at all like when you fall asleep during a holiday party and your parents put you to bed, and you can still hear the laughter of the guests in your dreams. Now each bout of laughter reminds you of her, the girl whose hand was on Luke like she already owned him, and you wonder if heâs making her giggle with his stupid corny jokes.
God, last week you didnât even like Luke. Now youâre burning with jealousyâ or maybe itâs the fires from Hell, because youâve got a completely inappropriate crush on your best friendâs little brother. You can never come back to the lake house like this, at least not until youâve gotten over this shit. Why are you so affected? Itâs Luke, for fuckâs sake.
Itâs Luke again when someone comes knocking at your door. You thought it would be Quinn, ready to chew you out or question you extensively about this crush. To your surprise, the problem himself appears.Â
âYou okay?â Luke asks, hovering awkwardly in the doorway. His silhouette is burly and big and you have to close your eyes to shake the pang of emotion that penetrates your chest.
âJust tired,â you reply quietly. âCouldnât stomach the party anymore.â
âDid Trevor say something to upset you?â
Quieter: âNo, Luke.â
He hovers silently. You can hear the cogs in his brain turning. His pitch matches yours when he speaks next, although his tone is much more melancholic than despondent. âAre you mad at me?â
You hesitate for a second too long. Youâre not mad, but youâre certainly taken aback by the uncertainty in his words. âNo, Luke,â you say again, but this time the pang that goes through your chest is more familiar. You donât want to upset him. Youâve always wanted to protect Luke from the world, but now youâve made him unsure and insecure. âIâm sorry.â
âWhy?â Luke asks, and you have to take a shaky breath. He sounds so small. Itâs like the time that you didnât let him ride bikes with you and Quinn to the store, even though he begged, and then he cried and ran to his mom. After seeing Lukeâs puffy red eyes and resolute determination to ignore you for the rest of the night, your soda and candy bar didnât taste as good. In fact, they tasted a bit like cardboard. You ended up throwing half of the bar away and going home early. You swore youâd never make sweet little Luke feel that way again.
âYou wouldnât get it, I donât think,â you tell him quietly, pushing yourself up in bed and resting on your elbows. You take a deep breath and look at him, sure that he can see the way your chest rises and falls.Â
Your eyes have adjusted enough that you can see the way Lukeâs mouth opens, as if to say something, then closes with a shake of his head. You notice his eyes fluttering towards the corner of your room, removing you from his line of vision. âOkay. You donât have to tell me,â Luke says, biting his lower lip in a dejected and heartbreaking way. âI get it. Iâll go.â
âLuke,â you sigh. âDonât be like that.â
âNo, itâs fine. You donât wanna talk to me,â he says with a shrug. âWeâre not friends like that. Iâm not Quinn.â
âLuke.â You push yourself up further, pushing the covers down and criss-crossing your legs. âItâs not that.â
âItâs always that. And if itâs not that, then itâs that Iâm not Jack. I justâ I donât want to hear that from you.â Luke shrugs again, always defaulting to that motion when heâs deflecting because heâs big and awkward and he doesnât know what to do with his hands. As if heâs thinking the same thing, you watch him shove his fists in his pockets and keep his shoulders tense.
âCome here,â you request, head tilted and mouth turned down with sadness. You shift your position so that both of your knees are under you and youâre sitting back on your heels. âLuke, please.â
You hold your arms out for a hug, not for the first time in your life, and Luke shuffles over. He takes his time and he refuses to meet your eyes, just stooping down so that he can wrap his arms around your middle. Itâs a weird position, given that youâre kneeling on the bed and heâs half-bent over. You can feel the pout and doubt all over Lukeâs face, so you reach a hand up to his curls and run your thumb over one of his more perfect spirals. Heâs letting it grow out a bit and you like how messy it looks.
âJack told me something,â you reveal softly, still petting through his hair. Luke stiffens in your arms, but doesnât pull away. âHe said you like me.â
Luke groans and struggles in your grip, even sinking to his knees to try and get out of your grasp. Heâs kneeling beside the bed, and you bring your legs around so that heâs situated between them. You keep a hand on his shoulder, the other still playing with his hair. Heâs evading your eyes again, looking stoutly at the floor.
âI have feelings for you, too,â you whisper, the admission feeling heavy and wrong and like a knife to the gut. Admittance is the first step, but you just feel silly. âAnd I donât really know how to deal with those. Youâreâ Iâve known you since we were so little, Luke.â
âThat doesnât matter,â Luke says bluntly, a hint of a complaint in his sentence. âYouâve been acting weird because you like me, too?â
âI was upset that there was a pretty girl talking to you,â you say sheepishly. âAnd I just didnât want to go along with Jackâs plan. He wanted to make you jealous. Thought that would work.â
âIâm always jealous when you talk to another guy,â Luke tells you like itâs obvious. âI just, kind of, gave up. I didnât think youâd ever feel that way about me. I thought Iâd get over it. Stupid childhood crush, you know.â
âYeah,â you agree, understanding that you yourself just experienced a similar line of thinking. You said youâd get over it, but you donât really want to. Not right now, at least, when Lukeâs sitting in front of you and heâs got a tentative hand on your calf, rubbing his thumb over the muscle and staring up at you with big eyes. You bite your lip, trying to think logically about this, but all you can do is examine Lukeâs features like youâll never get to see them again. Maybe you wonâtâ not like this. Not in this liminal space between something and nothing. This is one of those moments that you know wonât lastâ because the next one will change everything. So, for a moment longer, you just reach out and run your thumb along Lukeâs cheekbone, eyes flickering between his cheek, his lips, and his eyes.Â
âWhat do weââ Luke loses his words and presses his lips together, looking up at you, expression completely tortured. He turns his head and kisses the side of your knee, which makes your heart split a bit more.
âI donât know,â you admit. You wish you had a better answer for him. You truly arenât sure what you can do from here. There are too many things to considerâ so you wonât consider them at all.
âCan I sleep with you tonight?â Luke asks.Â
A fond burst of laughter escapes from your chest. âLukey, this is a twin bed. We canât both fit.â
A pout comes over Lukeâs face again. âWe can too,â he insists, furrowing his brow a bit. âIâll prove it. Move over.â
Heâs climbing into your bed before you can tell him no. His long and spindly limbs are coaxing you to lay back, then warming you as he holds you tight. Itâs a tight squeeze, but that just means that youâre touching him everywhere. Itâs nice and you suddenly wish you were facing him, so you roll awkwardly in his arms until youâre face to face. Your noses are nearly touching and Luke is staring at you, really taking you in.Â
Your eyes find his lips⊠and then heâs leaning in.
Itâs charged with tension and electricity, but itâs soft and hesitant. Neither of you want to test the boundaries and you donât think this feels quite real. Your stomach is swooping with bats, not butterflies, and itâs exactly what you wanted. This is what you expected when you found yourself imagining kissing Luke this past week, even if you shook yourself out of it because it felt inappropriate. Here, it feels so right that you swear you could start crying from relief. Youâve never felt that way before from just a kiss. Your chest could burst.
When he pulls away, you feel frozen in time. Your eyes are closed and his lips are right there, a hairâs breadth away. You swallow, touching his chest, palm flat.Â
âWas that okay?â Luke asks.
You nod, then slide your lips over his again.Â
You come together in a way that canât be described as anything other than desperate. Your hands touch him in any way they can and Lukeâs do the same. You move in tandem like youâve got a language of your ownâ an indignant hum from you followed by a sweet âI knowâ from Luke before he touches you exactly the way you want.
Kissing the whole time, Luke gets you on your back. Your lips only part to remove your shirt, then his. Lukeâs big hand cradles your jaw and neck, keeping your head and mouth exactly where he wants them. He guides you with a surprising amount of experience and sureness, although maybe heâs fueled by the same feeling of rightness as you are.
He opens you on his other hand, snaking his hand into your pajamas shorts because he canât be bothered to remove them. His hips roll against your thigh, his long torso displacing your pelvis from his as he kisses you. Heâs bigâ you knew it height-wise, but now you can feel him against your leg, and you want him to fill you. You want him to claim you, to take youâ you want to give all of yourself to Luke. Itâs madness and though youâre sure youâve lost your mind, the crack in your chest that pours out love for Luke has taken control of your body.
After three fingers and a lot of whimpering from you, clutches at Lukeâs hair and bruising kisses working in tandem with your noises, Luke works your shorts down. He breaks from your lips so that he can take you in beneath him. He touches your waist and the curve of your stomach, the one that you cringed at for so many years as a teen but finally accepted in your grown age.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â he says reverently, eyes portraying nothing but sincerity.
You canât say anything to that, nothing that can match his utterly genuine sentiment or portray how grateful you are that he took the time to say those words, so you kiss him again. You muster up an embarrassingly wanton âplease,â which you draw across his lips like a paintbrush.Â
You canât get enough of saying his name as he presses into you, his heavy body blanketing yours. You can feel his every muscle move as he works into you and youâve never felt more like a masterpiece. There were times when you made fun of the phrase âmaking love,â but sex with Luke feels intensely like youâre creating something tangible by coming together in this way.Â
The moans and cries that youâre trying to stifle so that no one comes barging in should be enough to convince Luke that this is everything to you. Sweet, sweet Lukeâ he seems choked up when he says, âThey canât fuck you like I can.â He says the sentence like he has to prove it to you, like youâre not falling apart under his touch. He pleads with you between the words, in the spaces where you can see his breath hitch in his throat.
Youâre still not sure where this night will leave you tomorrow morning. Everything, everything has turned on its head. Somehow, you feel a bit like youâve been leading up to this for a while, not just in the past week. Luke knew it before you did.
âNo,â you agree, touching his cheeks and keeping his eyes on yours. âThey canât.â You kiss him briefly, feeling his tongue swipe into your mouth before you pull away. âIâm yours.â
Luke actually keens at that, his arms straining as he shifts his weight to fuck into you harder. Because youâre so close, the bed isnât moving enough to bang against the walls or creak on its boxsprings, and youâre glad. This is a moment for just you and Lukeâ you donât want anyone hearing. You donât want anyone to be around. You hope that theyâve all miraculously disappeared and you and Luke are the last people in the house, maybe even on Earth.
âIâm yours, Iâm yours,â Luke repeats, his forehead meeting yours. You squeeze your eyes shut and inhale, his breath automatically syncing with yours. Youâre overwhelmed, but deep in the back of your mind, thereâs a voice reminding you about an ancient tradition in Polynesian culture where forehead-to-forehead contact and breathing together is sacred, like youâre sharing the breath of lifeâ like thereâs some power in the universe, a god or many, clicking things into place.
He unravels first, fucking you through his release with urgence akin to the sentence he said before. Always trying to prove himselfâ but Luke has always been enough for you. Maybe not always in this way, but now, thereâs nothing he can do to shake your favor. All of the feelings in your heart have been poured out, shared and mixed with his own, and itâs created a puddleâ or a bubbleâ around the pair of you.Â
Itâs been written that sex is when two people come together as one. You finally understand what they mean, joining Luke in the seas of ecstasy.
Sweet nothings and touches like worship follow. Your hands canât get enough of Lukeâs strong figure. He runs his fingertips along your body like heâs in awe of your figure, like he gets to touch a statue so lifelike and beautiful that he canât believe it was ever a block of marble at all.Â
The concerns about what will happen tomorrow donât exist here, in your dark bedroom with Luke stuck to you like glue. For now, itâs just you. Together, breathing, touching, lovingâ thereâs nothing else that could matter. This is it.
note: i have to work on my grad school app in the coming days, so this will probably be the last blurb/oneshot until i finish the application. but, i might get bored of writing that and could pop in to do another smut piece here and there ;) hopefully i'll chat with y'all soon! but i don't want to rush this grad school app LOL
#puck-luck's 1k celebration#puck-luck's fics#andy writes anythingđ#luke hughes#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes fanfiction#luke hughes smut#luke hughes blurb#lh43#nhl#nhl smut#nhl fanfiction#nhl blurb#hockey smut
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Utah Gymnastics
#University of Utah#Utah Utes#college gymnastics#gymnast#gymnast girls#athlete#female athletes#college athlete#college girl
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Favourite moments of the 2023 NCAA gymnastics season:
Utah sophomore Kara Eaker scores a perfect 10.0 on beam for the second time in her collegiate career. It is her first 10.0 of the season and comes on only her ninth collegiate beam routine.
#Kara Eaker#gymnastics#gymnasticsedit#gymedit#NCAA#Utah#ncaa gymnastics#gym2023#my gifs#her routine is so fluid!!!
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my toxic gymnastics fan trait is that I like utah. Iâm blaming it on my former membership in a pac 12 band program where the policy â#BackThePac (except usc)â was drilled into me for 5 years
#like Iâm not gonna root for them over any of the teams Iâm actually a fan of#but I will root for them over lsu#especially now that You Know Who is gone#ncaa gymnastics#utah
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