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Hi, you have no idea how much I’m freaking out (in a good way, promise!) over you liking and reposting my Dark Hughes Brothers fanfic.

I EAT UP all your dark Quinn fanfic!!!!

Much love❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hello my love!

I promise I don’t bite, I’m just a dumbass and a whore. Don’t mind me.

Thank you for liking my stuff 🥺

I’m here for anything you write — you’re good at making me foam at the mouth apparently. Dark!fic enjoyers together strong. Thank you for posting 🥺

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quinn vibes

NOW HANG ON A MINUTE NOW ARE YOU TRYING TO RUIN ME?

DO YOU WANT ME DEAD?

I’M SAVING THIS TO MY PORN FOLDER

I want his hands. I want his hand in my fucking MOUTH

FUCK. FUCK.

This makes me wanna write another thing 🙂‍↔️

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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 neck 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 of 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.

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i think it's okay to act irrationally out of lust #affirmations

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sending anon hate is crazy just say you want to fuck me

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THAT’S MY MAN | Quinn Hughes

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I FEAR DARK QUINN HAS JUST BECOME QUINN IN MY HEAD AND NOW I CAN’T FIND THE LINE MY LOVE

Paring: Quinn Hughes x f!reader Word Count: 761 Warnings: dark!Quinn but he starts off fairly 'normal' until he's not. Me going insane over fingers. Non-con but also not really. Saliva. Marks on your skin. Playing with your mouth. Gagging. Clit slapping. Slight pain play. Badly written. Summary: Quinn knows you've been watching his fingers, what you need and crave. What you're too shy to ask for, so he'll give everything to you and more. The bauer post has FUCKED me.

Quinn and his hands would ruin every single inch of you — his giant, strong hands, his long, thick fingers.

He'd know how fucked out even the thought of them make you. He knows you watch him while he does anything, how you watch his muscles strain, how your eyes trail down his forearms, his wrists, his fingers. How you compare them to your own when you think he isn't looking.

But he knows. He always knows. He digs his fingers into your skin just enough to make shivers race down your spine, his grip just slightly harsher than normal. Faint red lines, finger imprints on your pure skin — only his are allowed on you. His marks, his fingers.

He'd slide his arm around your shoulders like usual, but he'd pause to slightly squeeze your neck, playing it off as just trying to drag you closer. Restricting your breathing just enough to make you gasp, to make you flush — he knows what you are. Knows what you feel.

Focused on your mouth as you lean your head into him, the way your cheek brushes against his fingers pulling him down into a spiral. Imagining the feel of the same cheek against his cock, the way he'd make your face bulge out when his head slams into the softness of your mouth.

Throwing caution to the wind, pulling his hand back from around you to slide two of his fingers in your mouth, taking advantage of your surprise to coat his fingers in you, in your saliva, curling them down your throat, against your cheek. A preview for himself, gagging you enough to force you to claw against him in protest.

Tugging at your cheek with his other hand, stretching your mouth out before he gives into you — watches your fascinated gaze on his wet fingers when he does, the way your tongue glides against your lip, the way your teeth latch onto your lip, leaning into him like you're trying to follow his fingers.

He'd hook his hand around your knee, manhandling you to give you what you're clearly begging for, even if you aren't fully aware of how much he knows about your brain. Pulling you into his lap, stretching your legs out further. He wants you exposed, wants you to feel the chill against your soaked underwear — he doesn't need visual proof, he can smell you.

Wrapping both his arms around your thighs to keep you there, hearing you whimper and cry in embarrassment. Ripping at your underwear, tearing the cute little cotton panties to shreds — he has you in his trap now, he won't let you move, won't give you any freedom.

His harsh slap against your clit making you squirm in his grip, making you yelp, drawing such cute, pathetic squeaks out of you — over and over again, his slaps rougher and rougher, quickening his pace.

Feeling his cock dig into your back while you beg for mercy, his smacks painful, a sharp sting at every touch. Flailing around while he brutalises your clit further — random unpredictable pinches, quick circles rubbed against you, twisting, pulling — anything he can to make the noises louder, the sound wetter.

The way he cups you like he owns you, like you're his to use. Holding you still before he's pushing the pads of two fingers against your tight cunt, pushing against you, prodding like he's feeling around for permission from your body. Burying his head against your neck when you tense, his muscles flexing as he lifts you up, holding you against his chest. He'll be quick, he won't drop you, but he needs this. Needs to show you this.

His tongue licking a stripe across your cheek as he lines his fingers up fully underneath you, mumuring praise against you as he suddenly drops you, forcing his fingers as deep as they can go inside you. Shushing your startled scream, his calming words not doing much to settle you as he abuses your g-spot, lifting you up to slam you back down again and again and again.

Until you're leaking down his wrist, until the fight drains out of you. Until you can only twitch weakly from his fucking. Until you cum over and over again on his fingers, until he can't hold you up.

He'll keep his fingers inside of you, stroking against your walls, keeping them warm and wet and purely saturated by you. You wanted them, you've always wanted them. So he's giving them to you.

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Paring: Quinn Hughes x f!reader Word Count: 761 Warnings: dark!Quinn but he starts off fairly 'normal' until he's not. Me going insane over fingers. Non-con but also not really. Saliva. Marks on your skin. Playing with your mouth. Gagging. Clit slapping. Slight pain play. Badly written. Summary: Quinn knows you've been watching his fingers, what you need and crave. What you're too shy to ask for, so he'll give everything to you and more. The bauer post has FUCKED me.

Quinn and his hands would ruin every single inch of you — his giant, strong hands, his long, thick fingers.

He'd know how fucked out even the thought of them make you. He knows you watch him while he does anything, how you watch his muscles strain, how your eyes trail down his forearms, his wrists, his fingers. How you compare them to your own when you think he isn't looking.

But he knows. He always knows. He digs his fingers into your skin just enough to make shivers race down your spine, his grip just slightly harsher than normal. Faint red lines, finger imprints on your pure skin — only his are allowed on you. His marks, his fingers.

He'd slide his arm around your shoulders like usual, but he'd pause to slightly squeeze your neck, playing it off as just trying to drag you closer. Restricting your breathing just enough to make you gasp, to make you flush — he knows what you are. Knows what you feel.

Focused on your mouth as you lean your head into him, the way your cheek brushes against his fingers pulling him down into a spiral. Imagining the feel of the same cheek against his cock, the way he'd make your face bulge out when his head slams into the softness of your mouth.

Throwing caution to the wind, pulling his hand back from around you to slide two of his fingers in your mouth, taking advantage of your surprise to coat his fingers in you, in your saliva, curling them down your throat, against your cheek. A preview for himself, gagging you enough to force you to claw against him in protest.

Tugging at your cheek with his other hand, stretching your mouth out before he gives into you — watches your fascinated gaze on his wet fingers when he does, the way your tongue glides against your lip, the way your teeth latch onto your lip, leaning into him like you're trying to follow his fingers.

He'd hook his hand around your knee, manhandling you to give you what you're clearly begging for, even if you aren't fully aware of how much he knows about your brain. Pulling you into his lap, stretching your legs out further. He wants you exposed, wants you to feel the chill against your soaked underwear — he doesn't need visual proof, he can smell you.

Wrapping both his arms around your thighs to keep you there, hearing you whimper and cry in embarrassment. Ripping at your underwear, tearing the cute little cotton panties to shreds — he has you in his trap now, he won't let you move, won't give you any freedom.

His harsh slap against your clit making you squirm in his grip, making you yelp, drawing such cute, pathetic squeaks out of you — over and over again, his slaps rougher and rougher, quickening his pace.

Feeling his cock dig into your back while you beg for mercy, his smacks painful, a sharp sting at every touch. Flailing around while he brutalises your clit further — random unpredictable pinches, quick circles rubbed against you, twisting, pulling — anything he can to make the noises louder, the sound wetter.

The way he cups you like he owns you, like you're his to use. Holding you still before he's pushing the pads of two fingers against your tight cunt, pushing against you, prodding like he's feeling around for permission from your body. Burying his head against your neck when you tense, his muscles flexing as he lifts you up, holding you against his chest. He'll be quick, he won't drop you, but he needs this. Needs to show you this.

His tongue licking a stripe across your cheek as he lines his fingers up fully underneath you, mumuring praise against you as he suddenly drops you, forcing his fingers as deep as they can go inside you. Shushing your startled scream, his calming words not doing much to settle you as he abuses your g-spot, lifting you up to slam you back down again and again and again.

Until you're leaking down his wrist, until the fight drains out of you. Until you can only twitch weakly from his fucking. Until you cum over and over again on his fingers, until he can't hold you up.

He'll keep his fingers inside of you, stroking against your walls, keeping them warm and wet and purely saturated by you. You wanted them, you've always wanted them. So he's giving them to you.

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Fandoms stopped being a fun escape from reality when people started spreading the belief that you should prioritize purity over pleasure and the art you create must be a reflection of your moral standards at all times.

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"are you normal about-" no I'm an insane pervert

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If anybody needs me, I’ll be dead. | Quinn Hughes

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”Bennett makes it look like he just ran into him but the responsibility was on him and it should have been called” wow you’re telling me the refs missed a call on sam bennett? That sam bennett? no no surely not

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I MISSED YOU AND YOUR MASTERPIECES

Hello sweetheart 🥺

I still wanna catch up with every single ask in my inbox before the season starts and I’ve started putting together a word document to organise them to actually get it going — I’ve just been very sick but I had enough energy today to try and keep it moving 🙂‍↔️

I appreciate you in my inbox very much and all of your support baby.

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Pairings: Quinn Hughes x f!reader Word count: 664 Warnings: dark!Quinn, stalking, breaking into your apartment, generally being a bit of a creep, perving on you from outside the bathroom door while you're showering, going through your things, grinding against the door, acting like an animal against the door, jerking himself off, making you aware of his existence, badly written. Summary: Quinn escalates his stalking habits, pushing his self-control further when it comes to you. Closer and closer to exposing himself, fantasising about your body in the shower, becoming more and more deranged by the second when it comes to you.

Stalker!Quinn would learn your routine as fast as he possibly could — he'd need to know when you were the most vulnerable — partly to protect you from himself.

He doesn't trust himself to be alone with you when you know he's there, when you're suspicious of something being wrong. Maybe he accidentally left a door slightly open after you know you closed it. Maybe he moved a shoe when he was checking your size, or changed the order of your bras when he was investigating.

He knows that he's fucked if you look at him. His self-control would shatter, he's not delusional enough to think he wouldn't make you his by any means necessary — no matter the consequences.

The thought of you running away from him in your apartment after he locks the door and barricades you in makes him throb, his hand naturally sliding down to grip himself when he enters your personal space.

He'd been waiting outside your front door for a while, waiting until he heard the water from you in the shower — he made sure to nail the exact hour of your routine — needing the sound cover to mask his footsteps and his little groans at being surrounded by your smell.

He'd rest his forehead against the bathroom door, harsh, feral little pants leaving his mouth. His lips wet from his tongue swiping across them at all of the noises coming from you.

Precum staining his jeans from rutting against the door, grinding softly to chase his relief, imagining how it'd feel to grind against your soft body instead. Moans escaping as he buries his head against the harsh wooden material, scratching slightly — just light enough to not trigger your senses, to make you stop the water — his tongue cautiously trailing down the door, trying to summon the taste of you.

Driving himself insane with the sounds of you washing, the thought of the suds sliding down your body makes his head numb. The way they'd slide over your breasts, the way they'd path down your stomach down to where he wants to be buried. Even the idea of you cleaning yourself there drives him wild — such a simple, everyday task — but he can't control himself at the thought of your fingers sliding across your clit, across your thighs.

He needs it to be his tongue. He needs to clean you with his mouth, he'd do it every single fucking morning.

He can't resist cracking the door open an inch, laser-focused on the skin that gets exposed to his eyes, the way you're turned away from him giving him just enough of a grasp on his control. The suds running down to your lower back, the way they wash down your ass and your legs. He wants to bite every inch of you, following them down.

Wants to prove he'd do a better job at covering you, at washing you, at making you his. Rutting against his hand now that he's lost the pressure against the door — he can't risk opening it more, can't risk the creak.

Timing his thrusts to your movements, picking the right times. When your head is under the water, when you're focused on washing every inch of your lengths. He's far from stupid. He won't even risk cumming, he just needs to be here.

He needs to watch you like this — vulnerable, safe, unguarded — he needs to remind himself that he's doing nothing wrong, that you need this. There could be anyone watching you and you wouldn't be able to defend yourself from them. Somebody could take advantage of you, you need to be afraid.

He'd leave a note on your fridge when he leaves, taking his chance to flee while you're drying off. Fast enough to be fully out of your apartment before you even have time to register anything. A warning. A comment about your water temperature, a comment about the smell of your body wash.

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Here if you ever need to rant hon. Or wanna be distracted by Quinnifer 🙂‍↔️

DO I SPY A THEME CHANGE

I love it

I love you

Mwah 😚😚

The gif gives me incredibly helpful whore thoughts in a separate saved album on my phone - I need to bless everyone’s eyeballs too. I’m willing to share him with all of you sweethearts.

I love you hon, you’re so fucking precious I could cry. I can’t wait to spend more time with you getting to know you, especially going into the season 🥺

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I’m horrifically down bad. | Trevor Zegras

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Guzzle Buddies (2024)