captainquinnybear

[captainquinnybear]

Arty and Moose🥺

Such cuties. I’m so proud of them

flohockey: All smiles from the Abbotsford Canucks after winning their first Calder Cup! 🏆

[captainquinnybear]

QUINNS FINGERS.

Thoughts are thoughting

[captainquinnybear]

STOP. IM SCREAMING AND THROWING UP. QUINTIN HUGHES WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN FINE.

LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK PLEASE

[captainquinnybear]

Hi, so instead of sleeping, I was testing out new pens I bought and sketched out this handsome piece of human being.

Somehow the yellow drawing looks like Smitty to me. Oops.

@ruinix @kawhh thinking of you while sketching, must eat up more ficssss.

Also I may or may not be working on another QH smut hehehehheheheh.

[captainquinnybear]

Flowers for me? Aweh stawwp.

Sunflowers are my favourite

Also can’t forget about you Kawhh bb. You fuel the Quinny fire in me too🫣

Hi this is my first piece of writing I’ve ever written, but ya girl is a HORNYHORNY for Quinn Hughes so I thought I’d give it a shot and share said hornyhorny with you all.

This is inspired by the thought I had, and sent to the lovely @ruinix who never fails to fuel my want and need for Quinny. So this one’s dedicated to you bb *mwah*

Anyway, hope y’all like it💛

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Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), use of pet names, dom!quinn, possibly dark!quinn, slight breeding kink, slight degradation kink?, JUST PURE FILTH.

!! NSFW BELOW CUT MDNI !!

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“Please, Quinn..” you whimper against his lips, your legs shaking from yet another orgasm. Quinn has had you tied up all night, ripping orgasm and orgasm from you, testing your limits. He couldn’t help it though, you wore his jersey with nothing on underneath, you were practically asking him to fuck you.

“It’s too much Quinn, please.” Tears falling from your eyes, but Quinn knew you better than you, he knows you need this - you wouldn’t have been teasing him all night if you didn’t.

“If you’re gonna act like a brat, you’re gonna get fucked like a brat.” He growls into your ear, biting the exposed flesh of your neck and chest.

Your begging only seems to spur him on more, his hips continuing to pound into you relentlessly. His hand finds its way to where your bodies are connected, pinching your clit between his calloused fingers.

“Fuck, Q please…” you beg, arms tugging at the restraints, legs attempting to thrash underneath him.

His free hand reaches to wrap around your throat, squeezing lightly and pulling you up to meet his gaze.

“Oh baby, look at you, you look so pathetic, shaking and crying on my cock.” He laughs darkly, admiring the fucked out mess you are beneath him. Quinn captures your lips with his, your tongues dancing as you feel yourself cum again, shaking and crying, coating his cock.

“C’mon pretty girl, give me one more. Need to feel you cum for me one more time.” He breathes, shivering at the feeling of you clenching around him. He leans forward and releases the ties around your wrists, your hands instantly find their home in his hair, pulling at the roots causing him to roll his head back, exposing his neck. You take the opportunity to bite and suck at him, marking him up, knowing his brothers will tease him in the morning for it.

You take a good look at the fucked out expression on his face - his eyes now clouded with lust, lips swollen, and forehead glistening with sweat. The sight alone bringing you closer and closer to your final orgasm of the night, the one that’ll surely have you bedridden for the next few days. You start rolling your hips along with his.

“Please Quinny, need your cum.” You plead, the pleasure starting to become overwhelming. Your nails digging into his back elicits a growl from Quinn.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you up?” He moans, the thought of your pussy leaking with his cum clouds his mind. Quinn moans loudly as his thrusts come to a halt with his cock buried deep inside your pussy. You feel him throbbing, spurt after spurt of his cum coating the inside of your walls, his orgasm triggering your own. Your pussy milking his cock for all it’s worth.

The room is filled with nothing but the sounds of both yours and Quinn’s heavy breathing, and the smell of sex. Quinn slowly cranks his head up to look at you.

“You okay, my love?” He asks, fingers rubbing circles over your thigh, now littered in bites from his earlier antics between your legs.

“More than okay, Q. That was.. wow…” you laugh lightly. Looking down to meet his eyes, you can’t help but place a little kiss on the tip of his nose, causing him to smile and snuggle closer into you. Your fingers weave into his hair, playing with the soft brown curls. Quinn hums in appreciation and slowly drifts into a slumber, so lucky to have you as his pretty girl to ruin behind closed doors.

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I need to be locked up.

[captainquinnybear]

Hi this is my first piece of writing I’ve ever written, but ya girl is a HORNYHORNY for Quinn Hughes so I thought I’d give it a shot and share said hornyhorny with you all.

This is inspired by the thought I had, and sent to the lovely @ruinix who never fails to fuel my want and need for Quinny. So this one’s dedicated to you bb *mwah*

Anyway, hope y’all like it💛

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Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), use of pet names, dom!quinn, possibly dark!quinn, slight breeding kink, slight degradation kink?, JUST PURE FILTH.

!! NSFW BELOW CUT MDNI !!

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“Please, Quinn..” you whimper against his lips, your legs shaking from yet another orgasm. Quinn has had you tied up all night, ripping orgasm and orgasm from you, testing your limits. He couldn’t help it though, you wore his jersey with nothing on underneath, you were practically asking him to fuck you.

“It’s too much Quinn, please.” Tears falling from your eyes, but Quinn knew you better than you, he knows you need this - you wouldn’t have been teasing him all night if you didn’t.

“If you’re gonna act like a brat, you’re gonna get fucked like a brat.” He growls into your ear, biting the exposed flesh of your neck and chest.

Your begging only seems to spur him on more, his hips continuing to pound into you relentlessly. His hand finds its way to where your bodies are connected, pinching your clit between his calloused fingers.

“Fuck, Q please…” you beg, arms tugging at the restraints, legs attempting to thrash underneath him.

His free hand reaches to wrap around your throat, squeezing lightly and pulling you up to meet his gaze.

“Oh baby, look at you, you look so pathetic, shaking and crying on my cock.” He laughs darkly, admiring the fucked out mess you are beneath him. Quinn captures your lips with his, your tongues dancing as you feel yourself cum again, shaking and crying, coating his cock.

“C’mon pretty girl, give me one more. Need to feel you cum for me one more time.” He breathes, shivering at the feeling of you clenching around him. He leans forward and releases the ties around your wrists, your hands instantly find their home in his hair, pulling at the roots causing him to roll his head back, exposing his neck. You take the opportunity to bite and suck at him, marking him up, knowing his brothers will tease him in the morning for it.

You take a good look at the fucked out expression on his face - his eyes now clouded with lust, lips swollen, and forehead glistening with sweat. The sight alone bringing you closer and closer to your final orgasm of the night, the one that’ll surely have you bedridden for the next few days. You start rolling your hips along with his.

“Please Quinny, need your cum.” You plead, the pleasure starting to become overwhelming. Your nails digging into his back elicits a growl from Quinn.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you up?” He moans, the thought of your pussy leaking with his cum clouds his mind. Quinn moans loudly as his thrusts come to a halt with his cock buried deep inside your pussy. You feel him throbbing, spurt after spurt of his cum coating the inside of your walls, his orgasm triggering your own. Your pussy milking his cock for all it’s worth.

The room is filled with nothing but the sounds of both yours and Quinn’s heavy breathing, and the smell of sex. Quinn slowly cranks his head up to look at you.

“You okay, my love?” He asks, fingers rubbing circles over your thigh, now littered in bites from his earlier antics between your legs.

“More than okay, Q. That was.. wow…” you laugh lightly. Looking down to meet his eyes, you can’t help but place a little kiss on the tip of his nose, causing him to smile and snuggle closer into you. Your fingers weave into his hair, playing with the soft brown curls. Quinn hums in appreciation and slowly drifts into a slumber, so lucky to have you as his pretty girl to ruin behind closed doors.

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I need to be locked up.

[captainquinnybear]

So blinded by the horny, didn’t remember typing this hahahahah

I was gonna go anon with this but yknow what, I’m a dirty filthy whore for Quinny and I won’t hide it.

I was watching old interviews with him and just the sound of his laugh is the cutest thing ever???? I can just imagine him laughing at you because you look so pathetic whimpering for him to give you a break or to slow down but it only spurrs him on to fuck you even harder and faster, making you cum again and again. He’s looking at you in awe telling you “if you’re gonna act like a brat, you’re getting fucked like a brat” AND HE FUCKING LAUGHHHSSSS

LIKE OH MY GOD PLEASE

I NEED JESUS AND A LONG SHOWER IN HOLY WATER

Again, we ignore how i thought this was a fic request. I had no idea why.

I am also!!! A filthy whore!!! For Quinn!!! Put me down. Send me with 10000000 years in the depraved whore hole.

His interview laughs and chuckles are so HOT. So, i loved all of that whore thots. 😃 But jail. I will put you in the cell next to mine. AACKKK. i just want him to use me!! Is that so hard to understand, universe?!

Holy water bath for both of us. 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

[captainquinnybear]

Not to be icky, but I need my hips grabbed while he slams himself all the way to his balls into my cunt. 𓂃۶ৎ

[captainquinnybear]

God he’s so fucking handsome wow.

I’m so jealous of that roll of tape.

[captainquinnybear]

Oh- I think I just whimpered out loud. Oh my

You got me, you got me good

Summary: Brothers share things, right? So why not share the same girl?

Pairing: Dark!Quinn x Dark!Luke x Dark!Jack x Fem!reader

Warning: Foursome, dark themes, pet names, why choose, breeding kink, baby trapping, the word daddy (I"M SORRY!), choking, hair pulling, P in V, no protection (wrap it before you tap it!!), manipulation, little aftercare, lightly proofread, grammar, and spelling mistakes.

Taking three hockey players at once? RIP to your pussy girl!

This is long.

Also, Sorry that this took forever to upload.

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You made the mistake of following Quinn into his room. Now you're tied to the bed, stripped naked, all three brothers at the foot of the bed with darkness in their eyes and their dicks standing up leaking with precum.

They’ve been dreaming of this exact moment since they first saw you. It was during the First Hughes Bowl, and you were the newest social media member for the New Jersey Devils. All three of them wanted you to be theirs.

Then the brothers noticed the hint of desire in their eyes. Instead of fighting over who could own you, they devised a better idea.

They get to share you. 

Before the off-season, they invited you to their lake house. Seeing you strut around in your bathing suit made it harder for them not to destroy you. Claim you.

They couldn’t let you get away. They would die without you in their lives. They had to do something that strips you of freedom—a way for you to be theirs forever.       

They hatched a plan.

Quinn sat on his knees at the end of the bed, Luke was on the left side, and Jack was on the right. You felt small under the Hughes brothers' gaze, squirming slightly.

“Haven’t touched you and your already soaked for us” Quinn Smirked his dark eyes gazing at your dripping cunt. “She looks so fucking pretty like this” Luke grinned, he could cum just from the sight of you. “Enough talking,” Jack muttered before smashing his lips against yours. 

Jack was the impatience one between the three of them, there were times Jack almost messed up switching your birth control with the fertility pills because his mind was flooding with thoughts of your swollen tits, your big stomach carrying his kid. Well, hopefully with these pills, one of the three kids you will be carrying will belong to him.  

Luke latched onto your neck sucking and biting your neck leaving hickies, he sucked on your pulse on your causing you to moan into Jack’s mouth. Your teeth and tongue are rubbing against one another.

Quinn gave himself a few strokes before lining himself up to your entrance. You gasped when Quinn pushed his length in, giving Jack the perfect opportunity to move his tongue in. Both of your tongues danced around one another.

Quinn gave you few seconds to adjust to his massive length, his movement rough but gentle, bucking his hips thrusting his cock deeper inside your walls that hugged him tightly. Quinn’s grip on your hips was going to leave bruises “You’re pussy feels amazing pretty girl, so fucking tight” Quinn moaned throwing his head back.   

Jack pulled away, and you tried to chase after his lips. “You want more of my kisses, princess?” Jack teased you, his pupils swallowing his iris. You tried to nod your head, but Luke held your jaw. “Stay still for me, angel,” Luke ordered. You shivered from his hot breath.

Jack latched onto your breast closest. He closed his eyes as he lightly bit your nipple, and your back arched. A gasp slipped out of your lips when Jack's tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. Jack moaned.

Your body felt like it was on fire. “Please,” you whined, not really sure who you were begging for specifically. The Hughes brothers shared a dark chuckle. Luke pulled away from your neck, and his blown-out eyes gazed down at you. 

“Don’t worry, angel. You’ll have us in you soon. Think you can be patient for us?”  

“Y-Yes”

“Good girl,” Luke smirked.

 Quinn grew sloppy as he rode you through your second orgasm from him, then the image of you popped into his head, where you’re wearing a bikini while 9 months pregnant. Quinn’s warmth spilled into you. Quinn pulled out, making you feel empty. 

Quinn lifted your shaky legs, trying to keep his cum inside of you. Quinn’s eyes landed on Jack. “Jacky” Quinn called, the middle Hughes pulled away from your tit, a trail of saliva was connecting the two of you. Jack looked at his big brother with glee.

When the older Hughes brothers switched places, Luke’s thumb dragged your bottom lip, parting your lips. The youngest brother opened his mouth, letting a thin string of saliva fall from his plump lips and into your mouth. Luke gazed down at you. “Swallow, pretty girl,” Luke ordered. You did as you were told, groaning. Seeing that was making Luke grow impatient, he wanted Jack to hurry up so it would be his turn to be buried in you. 

Quinn brushed a bead of sweat off your forehead “You took my cock so well, pretty girl” Quinn mumbled, then he pressed his lips near your ear “Daddy is proud of you” Quinn whispered low enough that only you could hear. Your breathing hitched, Quinn smirked at you before littering your chest with his wet kisses. He bit down on a piece of your skin, and you threw your head back, groaning. Quinn was slowly losing self-control, he wanted to suck his name onto your chest, showing the whole world the claim he finally made on you. He was pulled back when he saw Luke’s hand wrapped around your throat.

Luke Squeezed, making your brain foggy, Luke pulled you into a zealous kiss. You released a satisfied hum as Luke licked your bottom lip, asking for permission. You opened your mouth, and Luke slipped his tongue in, dancing with yours.

Jack was drooling at the sight of your soaping cunt. Jack smeared his length with precum and, without warning, slid himself into you. “Fuck, princess” Jack hissed as you sqeezed his giant length. Jack's movements were rougher than Quinn’s…more possessive. Luke muffled your gasps.

Luke, bite your bottom lip, tugging on it. A groan vibrated through your chest. Luke turned his attention to your boob, he took his hand off your throat causing you to whine “No, Angel” Luke warned with venom. Luke brought his index and middle finger to your sensitive nipple, and he began twisting and pinching. You threw your head back, gasping, arching your back.

You tugged on your restraints, wanting…desperate to touch them anyway you could. Quinn released a sinister laugh. He pulled away from your hickey covered chest and brushed his nose against yours. “Pretty girl,”  The eldest boy warned, causing a pathetic whine to escape your lips. Quinn only smirked at you trying to ignore his dick hardening. You're begging Quinn to untie you so you can touch them…to please them. Quinn kissed your jaw. “Just relax, pretty girl. Let us take care of you,” Quinn mumbled before pulling you into an open-mouth kiss. 

Jack was driving his hips into your pussy in a intense movement,  a grin crept onto his face everytime you gasp. His cock hits deep inside your cervix, “close” you were only able to whimper as you were about to reach your fourth orgasm of the night. Jack’s thumb circled your sensitive clit making you whine “Let go for me, princess” Jack moaned, you did. Jack wasn’t far behind you; his warmth spilled into you. 

You whimpered when Jack pulled his softened dick out of your sensitive cunt. Jack held up your numb legs, also trying to keep his load in you. Jack drooled at the sight of your cum mixed. 

Jack whistled Luke over.

The second Luke grabbed your legs, you started to cry, “Empty…sensitive,” you managed to whimper. Quinn kissed your wet cheeks. “We know you have one more in you, princess. We don’t want Lukey to feel left out,” Jack pouted, making his way to your left side. Quinn brushed a bead of sweat off your forehead. “Where did our good girl go?”Quinn mumbled, his eyes growing sad. You glanced at the three boys. “I-I’m right here.” You hiccuped, looking up at the oldest brother, “Well, I don’t see her. I thought you were going to be good for us,” Quinn pouted. You felt tears run down your cheek, but you couldn’t tell if it was being overstimulated or them not seeing you as their good girl anymore. Luke gazed at you with puppy eyes “please, Angel” Luke pouted sucking and nipping your inner thigh, your breathing hitched.

Luke smiled at your cunt which you knew mean you were wet again, then what’s the point of arguing just give in “o-okay” You sniffled, Luke flashed you his crooked smirk knowing how much you love it “Thank you, Angel. Thank you,” Luke mumbled, lowering your legs back down onto the bed.

You bit down your lip when Luke slid his huge length into you. Nothing could prepare you for Luke; he was bigger than both his brothers. Your face scrunched up when Luke thrust his hips deep. At first, he was trying to be as gentle as possible, but finally being inside you after dreaming about it for so long…feeling you squeeze around his length, he started to lose himself. He thrust deeper inside you, hitting your cervix, his heart tugged when he heard you whimper an oh with each thrust, but he knew it would be worth it once he held the baby the two of you made together.

Jack kissed the spot below your ear, causing you to shiver. He trailed your hickey covered neck before reaching your blank chest close to him. You already had a feeling that you looked like you got mauled by vampires, but you don’t care…you just want them. Jack smiled at your desperation “You look so fucking beautiful, princess” Jack whispered, before his swollen pink lips found their way to your chest. Jack licked and sucked a small heart above your real one, there’s a reason why he’s popular with the ladies.  

You looked at Quinn's pleading eyes. “What, pretty girl?” Quinn teased, knitting his eyebrows together. Unable to find your voice, you glance at his plump pink lips, hoping he would understand what you wanted. Of course, Quinn knew what you wanted; your lust-filled puppy dog eyes gave it away. Quinn's lips grazed the shell of your ear. “Tell Daddy what you want.” Quinn’s hot breath formed goosebumps on your skin. You turn your head towards Quinn, “K-kiss, Daddy. P-please,” Your tiny voice wavered. Quinn gave you a small smile, happy that you remembered your manners. Your nose brushed against his driving Quinn insane, “anything for the prettiest girl,” Quinn assured before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into a mind-numbing kiss. Quinn’s hand grabbed the hair from the back of your head and pulled it. Your gasp soon became a moan when Quinn slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Shit, Angel! You feel so good!” Luke moaned, his grip tightening on your bruised hips. You felt your sixth orgasm coming, your bucking your hips meeting Luke ��that’s it angel” Luke smiled his thumb played with your puffy clit you groaned into Quinn’s mouth. Luke chuckled as he saw your stomach tensing up. “Let go, angel,” Luke huffed. You did as you were told. Luke wasn’t far behind you, his rhythm slowed down, performed his thick white rope painted inside you. 

All three boys looked at you as you melted into the mattress in complete bliss.   

Luke replaced his softened dick with three of his long fingers “Ooow” you cried throwing your head back into your pillow squeezing your eyes shut. Quinn and Jack pet your hair shushing you to calm you down “Lukey is just making sure we don’t waste any one our cum” Quinn assured with a small smile. Jack nodded. “We want you to stay nice and full of us, okay?” Jack whispered, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to your tear-stained cheek, “O-okay,” you mumbled, nodding your head.

Jack and Quinn untied your wrists. “Oh, princess,” Jack cooed, looking at your red wrists. Quinn, who always thinks ahead, grabbed your favorite vanilla lotion he stashed in his nightstand. The older brother squeezed some into their hand and rubbed it onto your wrist. You hummed in delight. 

Your doe-like eyes gazed at the brothers in front of you. “Good girl?” You mumbled, hoping that you reclaimed that status. The boys smiled at each other before gazing down at you with their heart eyes, “The best girl,” they reassured. Their smile widened, and you felt a flush of warmth through your body.  

Your eyelids grew heavy. “Get some sleep, pretty girl,” Quinn whispered, pressing a delicate kiss onto your forehead. Jack pressed a soft kiss to your jaw. “We’ll be here when you wake up. Promise, princess,” Jack assured. Luke pressed a gentle kiss onto your abdomen, “Night, angel.” Luke smiled. Just like that, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Jack and Quinn sat on their knees at the end of the bed next to Luke. The sight of you being marked up from them, the sight of your mixed cum that was smeared on your thighs made all their dicks twitch. If you weren’t pregnant after this, then they have all summer to make sure that you are truly theirs forever. Quinn just needs to be a part of the Devils, so the four-hopefully seven-of you can be together forever.

Luke slipped out two of his fingers so his brothers could also put a finger in you. They all looked at your sleeping figure with a wicked grin painted on their lips.

[captainquinnybear]

Me @ Quinn Hughes

BECAUSE WOW HES FINE AS FUCK

i need to have somewhat unethical and mildly unhealthy sexual encounters until i feel normal again

[captainquinnybear]

God, reader is such a whore

It’s me, I’m reader

hey andy, congrats on your one year :) i’d like to order a cappuccino with cold foam for jack hughes please! i’d love if you could write sexting or phone sex while he is recovering from surgery in michigan and his gf is in jersey! thank you <3

i did something new on this one! it's meant to be read like a text thread. jack's messages are in italics and the reader's are in bold AND italics. enjoy!!

You up?

ofc. how did the surgery go?

Good. I’m back at the hotel

what time is it there?

Almost 9.

what else did you do today?

Watched the boys play the Stars. Lukie had 2 assists

that’s so awesome!! i’m sorry you missed it j i know you wanted to be there

I don’t really want to think about it.

i get that. did you get room service again this time

Haha I did actually

My season’s over so I went crazy and got the Ranch Wagyu Burger

It was really good

omg that sounds yum

what did it have on it

Normal burger toppings with a chipotle aioli

jack that sounds sooo good

can you bring me one when you get back to jersey?

Idk if it travels well but I’ll try

Why are you up so late?

i was polishing up a report due tomorrow and lost track of time 

now you’re texting me soooo

You don’t have to stay up just for me

j. i missed you today. ofc i’m staying up to talk to you.

I’m sorry I have to be away for longer

I wish I was in NJ with you

it’s not your fault, babe. injuries happen. i want you to be healthy

i wish you were here too but i can wait

i’m excited to play nurse when you get back

That sounds nice

Should we get you an outfit?

Sexy nurse

i’m one step ahead of you

[image sent: sexy nurse outfit from amazon, complete with stockings and hat]

You’re kidding

Put it on

lmao ok j one sec

[image sent: a mirror picture of you, wearing the sexy nurse outfit. the dress is sheer enough that jack can see your white panties through it.]

Holy shit

You look fucking good baby

i thought you’d like it

Like it? Y/N I’m hard just looking at you

I’ll die if I see you wear that at home

noooo you can’t die on my watch

save that for luke’s shift

No way Luke is going to take care of me

Not when you look like that

[image sent: a mirror picture showing the back side of your outfit. you’re slightly bent over so jack can see your ass cheeks and panties.]

Baby…

need to take your blood pressure after that pic huh

Want you to sit on my cock wearing that

now that doesn’t feel very professional :(

That dress isn’t professional

Tit pic?

omg.

[image sent: you, kneeling in front of the full length mirror with your boobs on display, like you’re about to crawl towards him]

[minutes later] are you there?

Sorry

You look so good

Can’t type at the same time

I only have one hand

ohhh i get it

fucking your fist to your pretty nurse huh

imagining it’s my tits? or my cunt? which one do you want j

Both

tits first i think

you can come all over them and clean me up with your tongue while you fuck me

gonna pull your hair while you do it

i should probably ride you

i’ll come on your cock and clean you up with my mouth too

Yes I want that

i bet you do

lick all my cum off your cock and moan bc it tastes so good

should sit on your face and ride your tongue

Want you to finger yourself

now?

Yeah

whatever makes my patient feel better

[video sent: you, still kneeling in front of the mirror, licking your middle two fingers and trailing them down to your core. you pull your panties to the side and slip your fingers inside, whimpering audibly.]

Fuck

[video received: jack’s lower half, filmed from a different angle. his phone must be resting against the lamp on his bedside table. one of his arms is slinged, but the other is flying over his cock, hips jumping into the tight grip. a choked groan, then a shaky moan leaves him just before white strips spurt from his tip and drip down his knuckles. jack’s hand slows and he milks his length, rubbing the tip of his finger over his slit to clear it of any lingering cum. “Fuck,” he whispers, wiping his hand on the sheets before grabbing his phone and giving you a closeup of his softening cock, laying across his hips. you get a good view of his thighs and stomach, spotted with his delectable white seed.]

[outgoing facetime call with jack – 11:24pm]

[captainquinnybear]

I’M FUCKING KSKCKELKSLAL

not sure if you’d be open to it but i NEED quinn hughes and victor mancini smut.. hear me out, reader using victor to make fwb quinn jealous because of how similar they look

Okay so, I did realise halfway through that this probably wasn't what you fully wanted but the brain took over. BUT. I am willing to go further down the rabbit hole.

Warnings: Very badly written, I mean seriously it's bad. Victor being an innocent puppy dog. Also kinda sets up a second part. You're using Victor until you're not. Quinn's aware. Quinn being somewhat of a stalker, watching you both from his car and outside the car window when you're with Victor. Recording you both for blackmail reasons. He's trying to make the hurt worse by forcing him from the team with threats. Abusing his captain role. Punishing you emotionally.

Word count: 1.2k

It wouldn't be obvious for a while, to him or Victor. You know how much Victor looks up to him and how much he models his play after him. You'd have to be slow, cautious. Slight, barely there touches to start. Skimming his hand when you walk past, resting your hand on his shoulder just long enough to plant the seed of intrigue.

He's like a puppy enamoured by you - lured in by you laughing at his jokes, flirting with him. Giving him confidence, welcoming him to the team. The way you start to touch him further, tugging his hair playfully, finding excuses to touch his face, running your fingers through his facial hair just enough to give him hints.

He doesn't spot the pattern with you, doesn't realise that you wait until you know Quinn is near before you do anything further with him, how you wrap your arms around him, holding eye contact with Quinn over his shoulder, rubbing your face against him like a cat.

He doesn't see the death glares Quinn sends at him, the way he watches you both from as far away as he can get, his fists clenched tightly enough to leave imprints, burying them in his pockets whenever you notice.

You've been pulling away from him and he knows why. He knows why you've picked him. He knows they look alike, he knows you've picked someone he can't just pressure. It'd ruin his image and damage his team's respect if he caused problems from nothing.

He's forced to watch it progress, forced to watch you get closer by the day. Forced to watch him getting handsy with you, resting his hand on the small of your back when you walk with him, wrapping his arm around your shoulder when you're close. Sliding his fucking hand up your shirt, rubbing clear circles against your skin. Where Quinn should be. Where he should be touching. Instead of watching his borderline clone get you instead.

He watches as you start arriving and leaving together - he knows you see him watching from his own car. He knows you're smart enough to also have his routine down, knowing when you can strike and hurt him.

Watches the first time you strip in the car, the way he undresses you, the pathetic way he paws at you like he deserves you, deserves to see you naked. Watches as you strip him, how desperate you are for his subpar cock. His own hand wrapped around himself when he watches your head bow down, knowing exactly what you're doing. The way Victor's head flies back into the headrest painting the full picture for him.

He knows he should be ashamed of himself for watching, ashamed of himself for not acting, but he's stuck. He doesn't want to give you what he knows you want from this, he doesn't want to seem weak.

Not even when your behaviour escalates, not even when he watches you sink down on his cock, riding him exactly like you used to ride him. He can't stop himself from leaving his own car, walking over to watch you through Victor's car window. Hard at the way your eyes widen in shock when you spot him standing there, almost face to face with the window. The panicked look in your eyes when you check that Victor can't see, alarmed at how brazen he's being.

He knows you've grown attached. He knows you've started to actually care about the man outside of your plan. He'd laugh if he could when he pulls his phone out, making a big deal of recording you. His phone steady as Victor grips your hips, forcing you down on him further. He wants you to cum when you look at him. He wants to strip the satisfaction away from you.

The realisation of the trouble you could get him in hitting hard as he plays back the video through the window, smirking manically at you as he finally has a leg up on you, an advantage, a way of bringing you back to him. Holding eye contact while he walks backwards away from the car, heading into practice.

The guilt eating you alive when you climb off his lap, having to look into his eyes, the innocent puppy dog look on his face now summoning a sharp sting of pain and regret, making your excuses for leaving, needing to escape from both of them.

You'd be on edge constantly, pulling back from both of them. Too afraid of the consequences, too afraid of what Quinn could do. He pulls him aside more in practice, getting closer than he ever was. He takes him out for 'welcoming' dinners, he stays behind to give him longer personal lessons, abusing how much he wants to learn from him.

The wait is exhausting. You'd rather have him do something. Do anything. If he wants to cause the damage, then he should. Anything's better than dragging this out, involving him even more in his personal life. You know he's trying to build up the hurt, punishing you for using him of all people. He wants you hurt for starting all of this. He wants Victor so hurt that he leaves the team, he wants the threat gone.

You wouldn't know that he's been threatened for a while, wouldn't realise that his play doing downhill was crafted, getting in his head every single time he's on the ice with Quinn. Knowing that any mistake could make him pull the trigger. His frustration excused by being the captain - he's just doing his job after all. It's nothing personal to anyone else on the team or management.

Wouldn't know how Quinn texts Victor the video every single morning before practice and games, a constant reminder. It's not like he can block his captain's number.

Wouldn't notice how he pulls away from your touches when you're forced together, the way Quinn watches him now when he even breathes near you.

Leaving you alone and wanting. You pulled away from Quinn. Now Victor's pulling away from you. He wants to know that you have nothing and need him exclusively. He wants to hear you cry in frustration from how horny you'd be after a while. He wants his name to be the one that leaves you lips while you try and get off, picturing you squirming around on your bed begging for his cock.

But he has no intentions of giving you anything quick. You don't deserve it for being a whore. A whore for someone who wasn't him. He'll wait out the whole fucking season.

[captainquinnybear]

BABY QUINNY. I LOVE HIM SO MCUH. HES SO SMOL🥺❤️

[captainquinnybear]

It’s currently 1:18am and I just NEED late night snuggles with Quinny where we’re up late giggling and talking about dumb shit.

He’s such a sweet lil goof. I wanna kiss his cheeks and leave bites all over him.

[captainquinnybear]

I miss Quinny content so bad. The lil post game Quinnterviews where he’s all out of breath and sweaty AND HIS HAIR IS EVERYWHERE OH GODDD.

I just wanna kiss his helmet mark and suck his cock.

I’m re watching them from this last season and I’m just in awe of how well spoken he is in front of the cameras (like the good boy he is) but I just know he’s got the filthiest mouth on him outside of it. (God now I’m thinking of his mouth. I need help)

ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK. I AM HORNY AND NEED TO BE LOCKED UP (Preferably by Quinn)

I miss his wet cat look 😭😭😭 his hair is always a paid actor. Falling down his temples/forehead ad he moved. His jawline is so perfrct. His neck. His hands when he rubs his face or comb through his hair. His helmet mark worries me but also yes, we must kiss it!! I miss him so much, lovely!!

He answers the interviews so well even if some questions are so dumb??? Well, when I finally understand the interview (after getting so distracted by his face and the sound of his voice, because I am notorious for just staring at him), i realize some are questions are infuriating??? But of course, only some.

I don't remember where I read it, I heard Quinny curses so much after games. (But maybe i am juat hallucinating this so don't take my word for it)

We always seem to need to be locked up. I sob. Let's hold jands in the jail cell, lovely.

[captainquinnybear]

Girl me too. I need more of him ):

I MISS HIM AND HIS STUPID FACE SO MUCH