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[jo-speaks]

i… didn’t think i’d be into this as much as i was?????? holy moly

YOUR TASTE

˚₊‧꒰ა vampire quinn hughes x reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

type : oneshot

words : 2265

rating : explicit for / smut

SUMMARY: quinn comes to visit you late at night after smelling blood from your body.

Your eyes shoot open in a terrible panic. Another ‘bad dream’. The soft mauve floral sheets you picked out while thrifting wrap around your body whole. The sunshine lemon oil diffuser is just now slowly shutting off after being on all night, and the curtains fly up and down against the cool breeze from your open window. And he can see it all. Right now. That’s his special ability, as far as you know. All that really matters is who he chooses to watch. And you’re not trying to be a peacock or anything, but you just know he’s watching you right now. If you weren’t sort of into it, you would go to the police - but then again, what are the police supposed to do? - Quinn is a vampire super athlete. Okay, that’s an over-exaggeration. But, he is really strong.

Leaning over to your bedside table, your hands clamp around a glass of water you had placed there earlier in preparation for this exact event. Your nightgown is loose - a lilac, silky, whorish little thing you only wear to free your boobs from the expectations that the patriarchy set in place about bras - and you also feel cute as hell in it. With your free hand, you pull out the beaded scrunchie that had been in your hair practically all night, and the bouncy, clean hair falls to your shoulders quickly. You’re never going to get any sleep at this rate. Jesus, just knowing that Quinn is watching you right now. Knowing deep down that you’re only wearing this lingerie to bed and this gloss on your lips because he’s using his powers to watch you gets you so wet.

Your nipples are perking up against the thin fabric as your fingers travel down to the wetness slowly but surely beginning to pool up in your panties. You almost want to call for him, he’d definitely hear you. He’d definitely come. Even if it’s the most humiliating thing to admit - that he’s been watching you for days, probably masturbating while watching you hit your climax against one of your fluffy pillows. You flick a nail against your pink, throbbing bud and let out a breathy, wispy whimper. Your knees spread open like second nature, like you totally haven’t been pretending to have nightmares just to catch Quinn off guard while he’s watching you sleep.

Another moan drifts from your pursed lips as you continue to rub your angry clit, you want more! Now! Sliding a finger into your pulsing pussy, you bite your lip just enough to draw some blood. As soon as you do it, you realize what’s about to happen. In just one second, he’s in your room. You squeeze your legs together and lick the blood from your bottom lip quickly. Play innocent, you plan in your head.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” You yelp, pulling the blankets over your bare legs.

He stays silent. His eyes are grey and tired. He’s tired. He’s in pain, from what it looks like. You’ve never seen him so… broken down. Maybe he doesn’t show it for a reason. But, right now, he’s completely open. You don’t fully understand the relationship between you and Quinn, it’s very complicated. You two have known each other for years, when he told you he was a vampire, you didn’t judge. But, these past few months, jesus - and now he’s in your room, standing over you with such a struggle in his facial expression.

“Quinn.” You say, your voice laced with seriousness. “What are you doing in my room?”

“I…” He starts, his brows furrowing. “I smelt blood. Thought someone hurt you.”

You nod, easing back into a comfortable position. He’s not gonna hurt you. Quinn is a friend. “I-I’m fine.” you stutter out.

His eyes stay on you, intense as ever. He sits next to you, the bed creaking gently, “Your heart is racing.”

“Yeah,” you giggle weakly, “Sorry.”

“No. I like the sound. It’s my favourite sound.”

There’s a beat of silence between the two of you. His presence is cold and nerve-wracking but also… soft - in a way? He’s a protector. Even the slight drop of blood from your lips had him running.

“Speaking of…” he broke the quiet. “I am uh- a little thirsty right now - been a few days. Could I…?”

It’s out of nowhere. You’re sort of taken aback. This is either desperation or something much deeper. Either he’s just really thirsty or… or the mere scent of your blood had him so excited, he came all the way here just for a taste.

Quinn realizes what he said and almost chuckles. “You know what? - sorry I’m being weird. I’ll go.”

“No. Wait.” your cold, slender fingers wrap around his wrist. “You can.”

You feel his gaze picking you apart, probably listening to every blood vessel, every drop of sweat, every swallow that went through your body. His eyes turn dark, he sits on the bed, facing you. He begins to prepare you, running his fingers along your forearm while trying to find a decent spot to use his fangs.

“You sure?” he asks.

“Uh - yeah,” you answer, a lump in your throat, “Does it hurt?”

“Well, uh, I wouldn’t know. But, I was told that it’s tingly… and a little uncomfortable.” he tries to keep his eyes down, but then, he notices your shift on the bed. “I can just find someone else if you—”

“No, no, you’re my friend. I trust you.” You get out quickly, tugging at your forearm to refocus him.

With a tiny nod, Quinn lowers his face to your skin. Before he even thinks about putting his teeth in, he begins to lick around the spot he’s going to bite into, “Just moistening it… a little. Helps my fangs. - I might be sucking for a while so maybe j-just talk about something to occupy yourself while I… do the thing.”

He seems to know so much about this, you think, shutting your eyes and trying to ignore the terrifying flutter in your tummy, “This won't turn me, right?” you say, half-joking, but also half-curious. Like, you know that he knows what he’s doing. That he would never turn you on purpose. But, there’s a small fear that maybe this will turn you.

“No, no,” he reassures. “Not unless you want.”

“I’ll pass for now.”

That gets a smile out of him and you’re proud of yourself for getting this sad cat to smirk, “What were you doing to get that bloody lip anyways?” he asks, then, without much warning, he slides his fangs into the poor veins of your right arm.

“Uh-” You almost moan out in a strange, draining tone. Your eyes are permanently resting as he feeds on you, your breaths are slow but loud and harsh as you adjust to a feeling that you’ve never quite felt before.

There’s a clicky, little suckling sound coming from the teeth deep inside you as you try to gather your thoughts. It’s just too much. You can’t even decide if it feels bad or not—it just… feels. After some time, you feel him get stuck in a lot and you have to flex your fist to get him out of it. When it doesn’t go away, he pulls his teeth out gently and pants, looking up at you.

“You never said what you were… doing,” he pants out, licking the blood from his pink lips. “Before… I got here.”

You swallow. “You really wanna know?”

He nods.

“I think you already know.” You whisper, your face turning red as you admit it—yes, I know you’ve been watching me.

His face didn’t turn red, but it probably would have if he could create heat. Instead, Quinn just places his hands over his eyes and tries to hide from this fact. It’s kind of cute to you, that he truly had no idea that you already knew. “Did you finish?” he asks under his breath.

You try to control the heart in your chest but it drops anyways - and you know he hears it, with the way his eyes flutter. Your thighs rub together awkwardly and instead of answering, you just shake your head.

“Can I…” he starts, leaning in. He’s so fucking awkward and you love it. “Can I taste it? It smells good.”

Your breath hitches involuntarily, your legs shake and you're so embarrassed you could die. “Quinn, jeez,” you sigh bashfully, trying to escape this moment but you know that you wanna stay.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispers, his hand finding your collarbone as he brushes your fluffy hair out of the way, “You’re just… your scent… it’s something new.”

After some time, you lay against your and very shyly open your legs back up for him to see. A pretty little stain soaks into your white panties as he takes in the sight below him. His breathing speeds up, he slides your underwear off quickly, almost primal. Like this isn’t really him anymore. Just the vampire. Either way, you feel a tight muscled tongue stroke quickly against your clit - you whine loudly, wrapping your calves around his neck, pulling him in.

His tongue slides into your pussy hole, he doesn’t stop. He’s practically making out with your pussy like it’s his one true love, maybe it is, to him. He even makes sure to continue to let his curved nose brush against your clitoris as he finds a good pace to go at to edge you just enough. He wants this done right. He wants this drawn out - but, only because he knows how good it’ll feel for you if it’s done this way. Your folds wiggle around at the pressure of his tongue moving up and down, never stopping.

Quinn releases for a moment, breathing against your bare thigh. And in this short moment, he begins to press gentle kisses to your sweaty, warm skin, watching the shaved pussy drip, “You taste like an angel...” he commented, diving back in.

Your head rolls back in euphoria. His tongue is magic and you wonder why this has never happened before. Maybe you were just always scared of him or something - scared of how violent he could get. He’s a monster, after all. But, this isn’t violent. Not even close to violent. This is gentle, this is safe, this is sensitive. Then again, Quinn could probably do anything to you right now and you’d let him.

And that is proven to be true when falls back from your pussy again and hums softly, “I’m still thirsty,” he says it like a statement, but it’s a question. And when he begins to rub his cold fingers around your bare thigh, you know what he wants.

“Take more…” you manage to get out after being quiet for far too long, pressing your soft thigh against his lips.

He presses another few kisses before digging his fangs in. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did the first time, maybe because your limb was more thick and filled here. But, he loved it. He’s not even hiding the grunts anymore. He feeds for a good minute before you pull him off by his hair, gently, of course. “I’m a little dizzy…” you say.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, going back to pleasuring you. It’s almost like you two are taking turns. But, you’re first, always.

Your head is light and you can’t tell if it’s from the loss of blood or from the tongue assaulting your pussy right now. Maybe both.

“I listen to you every night… you sound so beautiful,” Quinn says. He puckers his lips around your clit and suckles deeply.

“Ah! - oh my - ah!” If you roll your head back any more, it’s gonna snap off. It’s like you’re pulling away but not truly, you want to stay, shivering at his touch.

His tongue slides back in deep, reaching and reaching for that g-spot but it’s just not long enough. - Not like it matters, though. This is enough to send you over the edge anyways. His hands find your breasts, massaging and running over your hardened nipples before squeezing them. You then remember what he had said earlier - your heartbeat, his favourite sound. He’s also probably trying to make your heart go faster, overstimulating you to the edge. Jesus.

He buries his face deeper, muffling something, - you sort of catch it, “Cumn imn my moufth… wanna taste you…”

It gets you so fucking wet. You nod, beginning to grind your hips around his head just like you used to do to those pillows - depraved and alone. But now - free and wanted. His tongue was yours at this moment. Yours to release yourself on. And you sure did. You make a high-pitched whine as you hit your climax - white cum leaking out as you snatch his pretty, dark hair and continue to finish yourself on his lips. He sucks and swallows every little bit, he doesn’t lose a single bit. He’s addicted to you.

“Quinny ah - fuck!” you slow down.

He laps his tongue one last time for good measure and lays his head on your tummy, licking his lips lovingly. “Your taste is perfect.”

You sit up on your elbows and try to reach down for his crotch, “You wanna…?”

“No… can’t really feel it… it doesn’t feel good.” he traces circles around your tummy, “Besides, I don’t wanna feel good. I just wanna taste you for the rest of my life now.”

You feel oddly claimed. But, is that such a bad thing? “That can be arranged.”

[jo-speaks]

am i right or am i right?

[jo-speaks]

'welcome to the cafe' masterlist

status: writing in progress

quinn hughes (VAN)

order #1: 16 oz. chai latte, hot, 🤎, prompt 17

luke hughes (NJD)

order is brewing..

william ecklund (SJD)

order is brewing..

trevor zegras (ANA):

order is brewing..

timo meier (NJD):

order is brewing..

cole caufield (MTL):

order is brewing..

william nylander (TOR):

order is brewing..

mitch marner (TOR):

order is brewing..

[jo-speaks]

hello, could i get a 16oz 🤎 hot #17 with quinn hughes, tysm ! 💕

warnings: smut below mdni pls. oral sex (fem! recvieving), unprotected sex (be safe out there), etc.

note: a month later and i'm starting to post these! sorry. i promise i'm locked tf in now bc i have a few days off from work :)

celebration masterlist

Quinn woke up to an empty bed, the space you occupied each night left cold. He reached over in hopes to lay with you for a few minutes more before you had to leave for brunch with some of your friends. 

Your disappearance wasn’t a mystery. His ears perked up at the sound of something sizzling and a cabinet closing, a slight waft slipping into the bedroom. Rubbing his eyes free of sleep, Quinn swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet taking him to the kitchen where he found you, airpods in, dancing in front of the stove as you scrambled some eggs, undoubtedly for him. His eyes widened briefly as he took you in. You were wearing one of your shorter sundresses that stopped slightly past your mid-thigh, the soft skin of your thighs on display.

He swallowed his breath when his eyes trailed lower. With your slight movements, he could see the deep, purple patches he’s left all over your inner thighs. His brain went back to last night, the memory fresh on his mind. 

“Quinn, please.” You gasped, his mouth trailing down your soft stomach and reaching just above where you needed him most. 

You could feel his smirk against your skin, his kisses trailing past and leading to your inner thighs. His tongue was warm, licking up and down your skin before latching on, leaving behind a small, red hickey that made his face flush. 

He looked up at you, his eyes desperate with need as if this was something he hadn’t done before. “You can wait a little, yeah?” 

A small whine slipped past your lips as you looked down at him. You entangled your fingers through his dark curls, tugging slightly causing a quiet groan to leave his mouth. “Yeah,”

Quinn smiled at you, his eyes full of love as he went back to your thighs, attaching himself wherever he could find. Every bit of your exposed skin became victim to his kisses, some harsh, others so soft you could barely feel them in your state of bliss. He lost himself in the feeling, his mind preoccupying itself and letting all the other worries escape through every nip.

“Can…” You started, cutting yourself off by biting your bottom lip.

He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowing as he reached back to squeeze your hand. “What’s up, baby? What do you need?

You propped yourself up on your elbow, looking down at him with a recognizable gleam in your soft eyes. He swore he fell in love with you all over again every time you looked at him so desperately. Your skin grew hotter under his gaze, your brain scrambling to find your thoughts again. 

“Can you use your fingers while you do that?” 

Quinn could feel his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers, your request almost causing him to spill out right then and there. 

Without a word, he kissed your inner thigh before bringing his hand down from yours, the slim length of two of his fingers sliding through your folds. You sighed in relief, letting yourself plop back down onto the mattress as he adjusted again, kissing at your skin as his thumb circled your clit and two slipped into you. 

“Quinn!” You exclaimed, bringing him back to reality.

His eyes snapped to yours. His cheeks were unbelievably warm, the red flush showing on his pale skin. “Huh?”

You smiled at him, turning the heat off and moving the pan to an unused part of the stove. Making your way over to him, he became overwhelmed with your riveting beauty, your sundress highlighting all his favourite features.

“You scared me,” You spoke, leaning against the counter he stood next to. “But, good morning.”

“Morning.” He smiled sweetly, stepping closer to wrap his arms around your waist and sway with you. His hands ran along the side of your dress, “This looks great on you, by the way.”

Heat rushed through your veins, his grumbly morning voice making the compliment feel all the more better. “You think so? The weather’s meant to be nice out today, but I hope it’s not too much.”

He scoffed gently at your statement, pulling back to admire you further. “Could never, you’re perfect.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, leaning up to thank him with a soft kiss. It was gentle and warm, a perfect reflection of the morning that was being shared. When you pulled away, his eyes trailed again, remembering the marks he had just been thinking about.

His eyes stared at your legs, catching your attention. But before you could ask, he spoke first. 

“How long till you leave?”

“Um, about an hour or so.” You explained, looking down at your watch. “Why?”

Quinn didn’t give you an explanation before his hands grabbed your hips, a gasp slipping past your lips as he hoisted you up to sit on the counter. He pushed the skirt of your dress up, revealing the deep, purple blotches in an uncovered way than he had seen earlier. He was marveled at the sight, jaw dropped agape as you looked at him wide-eyed. He looked up at you, lips slightly parted and a familiar, overwhelming look of desperation in his eyes. 

Your lips pursed, “Q, please. I don’t wanna try and cover more with a longer dress.”

He shook his head, eyes staying on yours. “Not gonna, I promise. Just wanna look at them while I fuck you.”

The vulgarity of his words caused every thought and worry to leave your head, strictly focused on him and only him. The way the warmth radiated off his body when he leaned in, kissing you desperately like he’d been waiting for years. With your lips still connected, your hands fumbled down, tugging his boxers down and freeing his straining cock. 

A sigh slipped past his lips when your fingers wrapped around his length, pumping him lazily as his kisses trailed down your jaw and onto your neck.

You could feel the nip of his teeth on your sweet spot, causing you to pull back with a soft smile, “No marks, Q. I’ve gotta go in a few.”

He let out a noise of complaint, but placed a kiss on your cheek in understanding. He took your hand off him, replacing it with his. He shifted your panties to the side as he guided his tip towards your entrance, teasing you as he circled around it. Your whines were a sweet melody to his ears, begging words on the tip of your tongue. 

However, he was equally as desperate. Before you could say anything, he pressed himself forward, filling you completely in a way you would never get tired of. You let out a noise of pleasure, his slow movements slowly picking up pace at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. 

One of your hands kept you propped up on the counter, the other looping around his neck and pulling him closer to rest your forehead on his. “Feels so good, Q. Please don’t stop.”

Your desperate words went straight to his head, his thrusts speeding up causing your eyes to flutter shut as you lost yourself in the feeling. Quinn kissed the tip of your nose softly, contrasting his sharp movements, keeping the moment sweet nonetheless. 

He pulled back, looking down in between your legs where you were connected. The sights of the bites on your inner thighs and even a few near the front had his teeth grinding, as if he was holding himself back from pulling out of you and giving you fresh ones for the day. 

Struggling to keep himself in check, he brought his eyes back up to you. He cupped your cheek with his free hand, lifting your head slightly and allowing you to nuzzle into his palm as you tried your hardest to keep your noises down, not wanting to disturb your neighbours so early into the day. 

“You look so pretty, you know that?” He praised, “So fucking perfect.” 

The knot in your stomach tighten, your fingers shifting from his neck to entangled themselves in his hair, tugging at his messy curls to keep yourself grounded. He could feel you clenching around him, a telltale sign that you were close. He knew your body, knew you in ways no one else ever would.

Your eyes flickered open, watching his face contort as he groaned. Instead of using your words, you grabbed at his wrist and moved his hand from your face to your clit, telling him exactly what you needed without speaking.

Quinn felt a rush of pride course through him with every thrust that followed, his thumb now circling your clit as your moans now began to fill the kitchen. You knew he knew the signs, so you didn’t even bother asking before you let go, He watched as your jaw dropped in pleasure, 

“That’s it, baby. Look so pretty when you cum for me.”

Your orgasm causing your muscles to tighten as you moaned out his name, the spasming muscles around his cock causing Quinn to halt his movements, spilling himself deep into you.

His groans felt like music to your ears, sounds reserved for your ears only. You held each other as you panted, trying to bring yourselves out of your daze as your phone started ringing, the sound startling the both of you.

You sighed, recognizing the ringtone. “That’s my cue.”

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as he slipped out of you, the intoxicating feeling causing you both to sigh. “Do you have to? You could stay here and… y’know.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you shifted your panties back into place and hopped off the counter and walked towards the door to slip your shoes on. “I’ll see you later, handsome.”

[jo-speaks]

hi guys. i hate hate hate making posts like this, but this is important information that needs to be shared publicly, because this is going too far. i want to inform and warn others about this so i can finally leave it in the past.

i need to talk about angelichughes (also known as sweetestdesire on her old blog), because right now, i’m really hurt and honestly just confused. brynn was someone who i met in the outer banks fandom years ago, and she was a sweetheart. all my interactions with her were lovely, and i was always supportive and spoke highly of her. eventually, we went our separate ways when we joined different fandoms.

the reason i got in contact with her again wasn’t for good reasons. someone informed me that she had been stealing my work, which was heartbreaking. as someone who always tried to be there for her and treated her with nothing but kindness and respect, i just couldn’t wrap my head around it. but then i saw it for myself.

these are just a few of the posts she had stolen from me, under the cut.

i didn’t want drama. i just wanted it to stop, so i reached out to her privately. she acknowledged it, and i felt relieved, thinking it was over. here’s that conversation and a screenshot from a previous interaction we had.

later, it came to light that she had also taken from many other blogs, word for word, and even from a lot of erotica websites, which eventually led her to deactivate her blog. she recently came back under the name @/angelichughes, and the first thing i did was block her, just to protect my work. i was fine with her returning to tumblr, as long as i could be left alone.

however, i‘ve now found out that she’s still taking from my blog, and i just can’t describe how upsetting that is. here are the screenshots of her first drabble, next to screenshots of my work. it’s not word for word this time, but it’s strikingly similar and she uses the exact same pictures i used. if this didn’t convince you, then look at the asks. it’s copied exactly from the ask i got. i had already suspected this in the past, but it seems like she sees content on other blogs she wants to take, and then sends the ask they got, to herself.

i’m not sure how or why she even took from me again, especially after i made sure to block her immediately this time, but this has gone on long enough. i’m sharing this to warn others, and to prevent her from targeting more blogs like she did before, considering she was able to hide this for 2 years on her old blog. this is not okay in the slightest, and it needs to stop. and once again, this post is just to protect writers, not to cause drama.

[jo-speaks]

typical me fashion is working on the covers for my requests rather than writing them

i promise there’s a reason and you’ll see

[jo-speaks]

Jealous Quinn Jealous Quinn I beg

CAN HE TOUCH YOU LIKE THIS?

overview: your past hookup gets quinn riled up.

warnings: 18+ content below. mdni. mentions of alcohol consumption, poor past hookups (sorry jack), unprotected sex, etc.

note: this request is from january… anyway! also, not proofread </3

Parties at the lakehouse weren’t uncommon. If anything, they were expected. Jack was always the usual planner, his lack of college frat parties making him compensate with the loudest, most entertaining functions. 

As a usual guest at the house, your invitation was always the first to go, considering you practically lived with the Hughes boys the second their seasons ended, your parents having been friends for a lifetime and some. You were closest with Jack due to age, but Quinn had always felt like something more than to label him ‘just a friend’.

Currently, you were sitting on the couch, legs draped over Jack’s as you both drank from your red solo cups and engaged in the conversations you could hear over the music.

Quinn sat on the other side of you, your head resting on his thigh as you put your cup on the ground. His free hand mindlessly dropped to yours, bringing it up to your shoulder so he didn’t have to reach down. It wasn’t romantic, it was strictly platonic. While he wasn’t off limits, you knew him well enough to know that this is how he felt the most grounded in an overwhelming scene.

“All I’m saying is that I wouldn’t be too happy if the guy I was talking to ghosted me out of nowhere.”

Your words were directed towards Trevor, a usual suspect when it came to leaving his trail when it came to summer hookups. The conversation had started when he began talking about some girls he had hooked up with in LA before flying to Michigan, getting looks from you and Quinn at the way he overshared about his experiences. 

Trevor scoffed, taking a sip of his drink, “Yeah, well, you’re a girl. Of course, you think that way.” 

Jack rolled his eyes, “Or maybe she just has decency? C’mon, Trev. You gotta admit, you sound pretty messy right now.” 

“Obviously you would say that,” Trevor retaliated, “You wouldn’t get it. You and Y/N hooked up and are still friends.”

You nearly choked on your spit, the shock on everyone’s face making yours feel suddenly warm. Jack squeezed your shin, deciding whether he should laugh it off and move on or explain how it didn’t mean anything to either of you. Unfortunately, Trevor’s words had struck a different brother in a distasteful way. 

Quinn’s hand tightened its grip on yours, squeezing your fingers as if you were going to get up and run away. He didn’t picture it, he just pictured you. 

How did you react? Did you like it? Would you do it again? 

Do you like Jack?

He could feel the jealousy coursing through his veins; the mere idea of his younger brother seeing you in your most vulnerable state plagued his mind. He knew Jack. He knew that most of his hookups were centered on his pleasure, not the girls. Did he even care to make you cum?

Your bubbly voice pulled him out of his spiral, “One time thing when we were eighteen, Trev. Get over it.” The sound of your laughter pulled everyone out of the awkwardness, treating the conversation as if it had never stunned you into silence. “Plus, it didn’t mean anything anyway.” 

“Oh, it’s like a dagger in my heart.” Jack teased, playing into it. 

Quinn, on the other hand, was having none of it. He sat you up, letting go of your hand. “I think I’m gonna call it for tonight.” His tone was short and snappy, as if someone had just insulted him. 

It was impossible to notice the way he weaved himself past the group sitting at the bottom of the stairs, making his way up to his bedroom before shutting the door. While Trevor and Jack returned to their conversation, you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with the man upstairs.

“I’ll be right back.” You excused yourself, shifting your legs off of Jack’s lap and trailing the same path Quinn had taken to his room. 

The party downstairs was disregarded when you knocked twice on the door, turning the knob before he ever gave you the go ahead. Quinn was never one to lock his door, but he couldn’t say he was upset at you when you switched the lock as you stepped in and closed the door behind you. His eyes locked with yours for a moment before going back to stare at his TV. 

You let out a sigh. “You okay? You kinda upped and bolted in here.” He didn’t get the chance to answer before you sat down on his bed, crawling over to where he lay, “Was it the hookup talk? I swear I was gonna tell you, but-”

He cut you off with a scoff, shaking his head before looking at you, “It’s not that.” 

Your head tilted at his statement, “Then what’s wrong?”

Quinn sighed, his arm coming across to drape over your shoulders as he pulled you closer into his body, “I hate thinking about the fact that he didn’t take care of you properly.” You weren’t sure what you had expected him to say, but it hadn’t been that. He chuckled at your shocked expression, your eyes shifting between his as you processed his words. 

“What?”

“Y/N, be real. Did he even make you cum? Or did he just make you so tired of him that you faked it?”

His vulgarity stunned you even further into silence. On some level, though, his words had truth. Jack hadn’t made you finish when you hooked up, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt because “He was eighteen, Quinny. He didn’t know what he was doing.”

Still, your defense didn’t make the anger brewing inside him simmer down one bit. Before you knew it, his hands were gripping your waist, pulling you up onto his lap so you straddled him. “Let me show you what he should’ve done, yeah?” 

Your brain short-circuited. Were you hearing him correctly, or were you just turned on by the way he was determined to prove he was better than Jack? Before you could process your own question, you were leaning forward, capturing his warm lips in a heavy kiss. 

Quinn flipped you both over, finding his comfort in being on top of you rather than below. His lips moved in sync with yours, his tongue already pleading for entry, which you gladly granted. You could feel his knee pushing your legs apart, the skirt you had chosen to wear for the now long forgotten party giving him easy access to press his knee against your warmth. 

You gasped softly at the pressure, your hips instinctively rocking towards it as you felt his lips travel down to your neck, finding a spot and suckling on it.

“Did he do this for you?” He asked in a quiet voice, “Did he make sure you were this wet before even trying to fuck you?” 

A whine slipped past your lips in response, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders as you sped up your movements. Quinn brought one hand down, fingers bruising your hip as he stopped you from moving. “Words, baby. Tell me.”

“N-no.” 

Quinn hummed, “No?” 

“No, he didn’t.” You groaned, trying to move your hips again, but to no avail, “Please let me move, Q. Please.”

Satisfied with your words, he loosened his grip, letting you grind against his sweatpants-covered leg again. He was hypnotized by the small furrow in your eyebrows as you started to feel your orgasm build, the way your breaths started to come out in soft pants rather than big huffs. It was the small details that told him exactly what you wanted, what you needed. 

He pressed his leg up closer to you, intensifying the pressure that sent your head reeling. Your eyes struggled to find his, the urge to close them becoming overwhelming. But you did yourself a favour, keeping eye contact as you got closer and closer.

“Quinn,” You moaned, biting down on your lip to maintain yourself quiet enough so that the guests wouldn’t catch wind of what was happening upstairs. “Gonna cum.” 

The look on his face was unforgettable. He was proud of himself. Proud he had you so desperate underneath him that you were getting off by using his body. Proud he got you there, unlike your past experiences with Jack. It was pure pride and satisfaction, and fuck did it feel good. 

“Atta girl, sweetheart.” He praised, whispering in your ear. “Let me feel you cum all over me before I’ve even fucked you.”

His words sent you over the edge, his ego rising as he could feel the way your fingers tightened on the skin of his shoulders, the way your body shook gently as you dampened your panties and his pant leg. He was learning all your tells, something he knew no one had bothered with before. 

He kissed your cheeks, meeting your lips as his hushed words guided you through your orgasm. Your body was hot against his as he stripped off your skirt and damp panties, following suit and revealing his body to you. As you calmed down, your bleary vision cleared up just in time to stop him from pulling off his pants, your hand covering his that sat on his waistband. 

Quinn stopped moving, smirking at you as he took your wrist, placing it where his was previously, and lifted both hands up. He watched as your mouth all but watered as you pulled down the fabric, exposing his navy blue boxers and the bulge that threatened to tear through the cotton. He stepped out of them as you stared in awe, amazed at the dark, wet patch that was barely noticeable due to the colour. 

You reached for it, your hand cupping around his cock as he let out a soft groan, anchoring himself back onto the bed as he took your hand and pinned it over your head. His lips were back on yours instantly, his lips moving with more frevour than they had before, as if it was his last chance at kissing you. 

His hand reached down for his cock, stroking his length briefly as he slapped his tip against your swollen clit, whines escaping your lips at the inconsistent pressure. His actions showed no signs of a rush, but your body was so desperate to have him inside of you that you could barely control your words as they slipped out.

“Please just fuck me,” You begged, “Know you can do it better than him, Q.”

Those words cracked him because before you knew it, he slipped in with one harsh thrust, filling you up so quickly that you had no choice but to scream. Quinn covered your mouth with his hand, wanting to reserve your noises for no one else but him. 

You watched with wide eyes as his jaw fell agape as he started to move, his thrusts speeding up as your arousal coated his cock, making it easier to move. His hand came off your mouth, a rookie mistake because the second he did, you sang his praises.

“So, so big, Quinn.” You babbled, your cock-drunk mind focused on nothing but the way he hit all the right spots so effortlessly, like he’d mapped out your body to the tee. “Oh my- fuck! Best I’ve ever had, please don’t stop.”

His cock twitched at your words, his hand lifting your shirt as he leaned down to scatter kisses across your chest. “You feel so fucking good, pretty girl.” He targeted your nipple, pinching one while he swirled his tongue around the other, switching constantly as he felt you clench around him. “Pussy was fucking made for me.”

He could feel the way your body tensed up again, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips as you slammed your hands down on his sheets, pulling the cover tighter as he hit the spot that had your head falling back and your eyes seeing stars.

“You look so pretty,” He teased, speeding up his thrusts so you couldn't chirp back. “Bet he didn’t see you like this, huh? All fucked out underneath him?” Quinn’s words were poisoned with spite, fuming at the thought of someone missing out on everything you had to offer. “More for me, though, isn’t that right, baby?”

Your head nodded rapidly, words not coming as an option as you could feel your abdomen tighten the more he abused that spot inside of you with each thrust. You were pulled a little closer back to reality when you felt his finger flick your clit, the sudden action leaving your mouth to widen even further. 

“What did I say, hm?” He scolded, the pad of his finger now swirling rapid circles around your swollen bud, as if he was trying to keep you speechless. “Words, or you don’t cum.”

You whined, “All for you. I was made just for you, Q.”

He hummed in satisfaction, your words shooting straight to his cock as he kept his pace, feeling your body twitch underneath him as the knot in your stomach threatened to let go. “No,” Quinn breathed. “You cum with me or not at all, you got it?”

“Yes, sir.” The idea of keeping yourself teetering at the line of your orgasm felt like torture, but your mind had already adapted to Quinn’s rules, rewired to listen to him no matter how badly you needed to let go.

He groaned, the sound coming straight from his chest, as his fingers gripped your thighs, pushing them further back to push deeper into you. It was overwhelming, your walls spasming around him as you fought back your orgasm, wanting nothing more than to tip over that peak as he filled you up.

A few more harsh thrusts and he was right there with you, his forehead touching yours as he mumbled praise to you before saying, “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

And that was the only cue you needed. Your movements were involuntary, your back arching off the mattress and pressing your skin flush to his chest, your shooting up to tug his hair. He was no different, the way his muscles tensed and a sinful moan slipped past his swollen lips, his cum spurting into you as he tainted your walls white, filling you up to the point where it leaked out of you in drops.

You could feel his breath clashing with yours, the mixture of warmth bringing you comfort as you felt his cock soften inside of you, one of your hands coming down to cup his face. Your thumb rubbed the skin soothingly as he dropped his weight onto you, catching his breath and embracing your warmth.

“So,” You began, shifting that hand to toy with his now damp curls, “Was that you just trying to prove to me that you fuck better than your brother?” Quinn groaned into your skin, the vibrations tickling you slightly. He lifted his head, catching your gaze as you waited for his answer. 

“One, I knew I did. Two, no. I’ve been hoping you’d look my way since we were kids. But you were closer to Jack, so I don’t know. Didn’t wanna play the guessing game with you until I knew for sure.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “You could’ve said something sooner. It’s never felt like just a friendship with you.”

The relief that washed over him was visible, his body relaxed as he let out a sigh. Quinn had never thought he’d get to even have this conversation with you, so he cherished your response as if he’d forget it the next day. 

“Well, I’m saying something now.” He smiled cheesily at you as he leaned up for a quick kiss, which you gladly gave in to. “Let me take you out tomorrow?”

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GUESS WHO IS OFFICIALLY DONE WITH HER FIRST YEAR IN COLLEGE??????

ME! ✋🏼

AND GUESS WHO IS GETTING A JEALOUS QUINN SMUT TONIGHT?

YOU! 🫵🏼

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PLEASEEE him and those alo shoes are becoming just like him and that toque.

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thank you @ruinix for tagging me! this is so so fun i love this stuff :)))

last song: no choice by fly by midnight (absolute BANGER) and honourable mention bc i can’t get undressed by sombr out of my head

favourite colour: navy and white

last tv show: completed? suits. current? abbott elementary

last movie: tangled (but the sing-along version)

last book: the heart of american poetry by edward hirsch!! i’ve been trying to read more poetry to improve my writing, so my sister sent me this one from the u.s !!

favourite flavour: anything fruity (mango, pineapple, cherry, and strawberry), and cinnamon

tea or coffee: tea. all the way. chai specifically. (i do like coffee but with a shit load of creamer)

relationship status: idfk. vancouver men are weird

currently working on: jealous quinn smut request 🫣🫣

last thing i googled: nanalan. i grew up on it and forgot it was real. now my roommate and i “binge” it while we sleep

looking forward to: finals/school being over, playoffs ofc (we’re cheering for winnipeg and carolina in my family), and my upcoming trip to the U.S

current obsession: quinn hughes (his hands specifically), luke hughes??? this one came out of no where, clearly canadian drinks (the orchard peach 😩😩) and pineapple juice! i like to think it cures my knee pain when im done with rehab (don’t tear ur acl)

no pressure tags: @verycoolusername1 @sweetdispatch @qhugheslover @lovesickhughes @wondrluv

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hello?? this is so fun and my first time being tagged in one of these

doing it ASAP!!!

Thank you for the tags, @ajuice-matts plus from march @zzbubblegumbitchzz , @onlyquinns (sorry for being late coz I fear my last shows are...questionable 😟)

Doing this again coz this game is so fun plus there are a couole of different prompts. It makes me (with my little memory) focus what my last things are. But now, I got a few notes.

last song: sex money feelings die by Lykke Li (while thinking about Quinn)

favorite color: blue and golden yellow

last tv show: Kian's Bizzare B&B (I honestly just clicked on it coz I saw Jin (BTS member) and I stayed because it's so funny 🤣; now I am waiting for more episodes coming out this Apr 22)

last movie: Ballerina (2023) (a Korean movie. I fear I am trying to contain myself so much.)

last book: Burned Dreams by Neva Altaj (Forbidden Bodyguard Romance) [i rate it....3.5 out of 5. It felt rush at the end (it's just 21 chapters) but I definitely enjoyed it. I read it as a break from Golden Son by Pierce Brown]

favorite flavor: this specific chocolate of this carabao milk ice cream, biscoff, caramel (but in small amounts coz too sweet...)

tea or coffee: Coffee (i need my caffeine. Caffeine in tea is not enough anymore)

relationship status: single (drought is real, i fear 🫠🫠🫠. I need Quinn. I blame Quinn.)

currently working on: a few fics...it's not going well...plus something big irl that I cannot say 😳

last thing i googled: quinn hughes smiles...(google has let me down)

looking forward to: life, scrumptious fics, blind box figures and keychains that I checked out, arrival of Quinn pictures I had printed out--

current obsession: Quinn (it's not even funny anymore. Heavy Quinn withdrawals rn)

No pressure tags: @finnesse @ahopelessromantic @mrshelenhoran @arty-anon @softsunnyy @stormsies @jo-speaks @kawhh @quinniferhughesenthusiast

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word for word.

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell dissolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

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Can you do a request for luke Hughes? Maybr he meets a girl while doing an appearance with the team like a nurse at hospital and he has to try and find her the next day to ask her out. Maybe his teammates help

CHASIN' YOU

warnings: none!!

note: please excuse my lack of hospital knowledge.. ps. THANK YOU 700 followers. i love you all.

The Devils were making another one of their visits at RWJBarnabas Health, a trip that always had Luke feeling excited.

As awkward as he was, he felt great visiting kids whose days were made so much better just by spending time with him. It wasn’t just for him, it was for them too. So, when he and Nico were split up together walking around the hospital and meeting those kids, he didn’t think too much of it. Just another day at the office.

That was until the pair entered a room in the left wing. They were expecting a kid, and their parents, the usual sight they were met with during these trips. However, what they hadn’t expected was for you to be in there. You turned to face the men, a warm smile on your face. 

“Hey, sorry! I’m just checking his vitals, and I’ll be out of your hair.” 

Nico nodded, thanking you before walking over to the parents, shaking their hands, and making small conversation as you did your job. Luke, on the other hand, was stuck still in his spot, lips slightly parted as he watched you work. 

The way your hands were gentle as you lifted the boy's arm, wrapping a blood pressure cuff around it. The way you were smiling and laughing along with him as he told you about how the other nurses weren’t as nice as you. The way you chewed on your lip as you wrote on his chart. You weren’t doing anything a nurse wasn’t expected to do, but Luke thought you were an absolute grace from the heavens.

“Everything looks good, bud!” You said joyfully, high-fiving the boy before taking off the cuff. “I think it’s time for me to get out of your hair and let you enjoy these superstars, huh?”

The boy nodded, smiling widely. “Thank you, Ms.Y/N!”

Y/N. It suited you so perfectly, Luke was positive he’d never get it out of his head. You bid farewell to his parents, walking across the room to head out the door. As you passed Luke, he caught your eye, offering you a polite smile. In return, you smiled at him and let out a soft, “Hi,” before grazing his arm with yours, walking out the door into the hall.

It was one word, yet Luke felt a blush rise to his cheeks and a tingly feeling in his stomach. It was one word, and Luke knew that he needed to see you again.

~~~

“We don’t have to go again for the next two months. Why do you want to go back so soon?” Nico asked, his eyebrow quirking up at Luke’s sudden request.

He choked on his spit. “I- I just miss the kids, you know? I’m sure it gets lonely in those cold rooms.”

His reasoning was bullshit, and Nico knew it too. “Alright, spill it, Rusty.”

Luke sighed, knowing he’d been caught in a not-so-good lie. He shifted back and forth on his skates, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket as he avoided eye contact with his captain. 

“You remember the girl who was in there with that Charlie kid?”

Nico furrowed his eyebrows. “His mom?”

“No!” Luke exclaimed, “The nurse. I thought she was kinda cute.”

The older man let out a sigh, his hand coming up to his teammate’s shoulder. It was possible, Nico knew that, but he wanted to tease the boy a little longer before giving in. “So you want to use those kids to get a girl? Didn’t think you were that kinda guy, Hughes.”

His tone was light and teasing, so Luke didn’t feel actual offense. Still, hid his face in his shoulder, face burning red. Maybe he was right. Maybe he shouldn’t be using visiting kids just for the slight chance of seeing you. Maybe he should just man up and ask a receptionist for your name. Maybe-

“I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

The look of pure joy on Luke’s face was laughable. His smile was wide, and he was pulling in Nico for a side hug before skating off quickly to do god knows what. 

~~~

The hospital felt bigger than it had during previous visits, making Luke sweat a little around the collar of his jersey. The whole team was confused as to why they were back only two weeks after their initial visit, but they were happy to be making kids��� days again. Jack was with them this time, feeling well enough to join his teammates and brother on this visit, unaware of Luke’s ulterior motives. 

They split off, leaving in groups of three. Coincidentally, Luke ended up with Jack and Nico, one of them who would actually be a help to Luke’s side quest. 

He was antsy. Walking quickly through the halls that you would think he was a doctor trying to get to his patients, given he wasn’t wearing his jersey. Jack gave Nico a look, confused as to why his younger brother was zooming past rooms of kids they were scheduled to visit. “Is he alright? He’s been acting weird.”

The captain chuckled, placing his hand on his teammate’s uninjured shoulder, “You’ll see.” The lack of an explanation had Jack even more confused, but he kept on, speeding up his pace to follow Luke. 

“Lukey, can you slow down?” Jack hollered, trying to avoid crashing into the hospital staff. 

Luke turned around for a quick second, his eyes widening slightly as he saw the distance between himself and the boys. Before he could chirp back, a sudden pressure came onto his chest, a soft gasp following it,  causing his head to whip back around. His jaw fell as he saw you, your chart and pens scattered around you as you looked up with furrowed eyebrows. It was impossible for you to keep that rapidly rising anger, your face immediately softening when you noticed it was the guy from a month ago. 

He squatted down, helping you pick up your stuff, “I am so sorry. I-”

“It’s okay.” You laughed softly, picking up your papers and taking what he had gotten from his hands, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Luke stood up, his tall figure standing over you as he extended his hand, which you gladly took. “Still, I don’t think you’d expect someone to be standing in your way.”

By now, Nico and Jack had caught up. They were a few steps back from you and Luke, choosing to watch the situation unfold from a listening distance before they stepped in to help the younger boy. 

“Well, if it were to be anyone, I’m glad it was you.”

Your words slipped out before you could stop them, mentally facepalming yourself at what you had just said to the cute stranger in front of you. The truth is, you couldn’t stop thinking about him either. Since the day he walked in on you, it felt like his face was imprinted into your head, every bone in your body wishing he would come back. Selfishly, you started picking up extra shifts, wanting to be there if he ever came back. 

A blush rose onto his face, your heart beating faster at the sight. Yet, he did his best to keep his composure. “Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, “I’m Y/N.”

Luke remembered that. How could he forget? It was your name. The name that was engraved into his memory. The name he spent countless nights thinking about because it fit you so well. 

“Luke.” 

“Well, Luke,” You repeated, “It’s nice to see you again.” Your pager beeped, your eyes glancing down to see that you were needed down the hall. He noticed it too, but he knew he couldn’t let you go again. 

“Do you think I could get your number?” He blurted, causing Jack and Nico to sputter out laughter.

You chuckled, taking his arm and sliding the sleeve of his jersey up. You took one of your pens, clicking down the tip as you scribbled your digits onto his skin, making sure he couldn’t lose them. When you finished, you looked up at him, noticing his impossibly redder face, smiling at him before dropping his arm and walking away.  Jack came up behind him, picking up that same arm to see what you’d done. “Damn, Lukey. She’s got you whipped already.”

And his brother was right. He was already obsessed with you.

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okay to everyone in my asks saying @puck-luck “copied” my cafe celebration theme, that is NOT the case!!

she did personally dm me when i posted mine earlier this month letting me know that she had the same idea for a cafe theme for her one year. obviously, i didn’t share this because i was asked not to, as hers hadn’t been posted at the time. it is simply a coincidence that we came up with that theme for the same occasion!!

that being said, please please go show her some support and love with her one year!! she is incredibly deserving of it :) 💙

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him and that underarmour shirt against the world.

Hair is so floooofy.

An Ad. Apr 13, 2025. [EDIT: it maybe '23-'24 Quinn coz of the hairstyle + Ian Cole behind him 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ we thank our detective @mrshelenhoran]

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d-petey 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

vancouver better give this guy a solid roster spot so we can keep him forever and ever

JUNIOR'S FIRST NHL FIGHT. (The way everyone is cheering for him like Kief and Quinn and the bench. Plus how Quinn hands him his stick)

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okay wait that looks hella painful 😟