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had some thoughts on how quinn, jack, and luke do missionary😖 nsfw. mdni.

⋆ quinn hughes . . .

legs on his shoulders. foreheads connected so he can see every little emotion flicker across your face. your hands are in his hair. it’s slow and hard. every now and then he’ll smooth back a piece of hair from your sweaty forehead, press a kiss to your cheek, mumbling how you’re “doing so good for me sweetheart”

⋆ jack hughes . . .

legs wrapped around his waist. noses nudging with each thrust. he’s scanning your face. noting every furrow of your brow, every flicker of your eyes, every sound that escapes your lips. he’s desperate for the reactions. kissing you desperately, as if he can swallow your whimpers. goes slow until he can’t take it anymore and ups the pace. will check in on you regularly. “you good baby?” he’d mumble while tilting your face to meet his gaze.

⋆ luke hughes . . .

his head is buried in your neck. in your chest. leaving marks. one of your legs is thrown over his hip. his thrusts are a little sloppy but hard. one hand is supporting his weight and the other is on your hip, holding you still, pressing down on your lower stomach. “fuck you feel good,” whimpered into your jaw when he can’t take it anymore and reaches down to play with your clit.

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can i request some domestic fluff with nico hischier for the stanley cup blurb week pls!

DROP THE PUCK

i want to clarify, i am NOT a dodgers fan (giants all the way thank yewww!) but i saw a video a bit ago (linked here) of charlie freeman throwing the first pitch out for his dad's bobblehead night, and i think that is so freaking cute!

"THE HISCHIER FAMILY" MASTERLIST

tw: kids/children

elena tried to push your hands away as you messed with her hair, "mama..." she whined, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

"okay, i'll stop." you smiled to yourself, taking a step back and looking at elena. she was wearing a red and black tutu and her 'hischier' denim jacket.

you were standing in the tunnel right before the entrance for the ice, where all the guys had just gone out of. she was watching the ice and could just make up nico on the ice, standing in the line as the national anthem was sang.

"all right, you guys can go out now, just wait for the carpet to be rolled out." the woman smiled brightly at elena, nodding out to the ice.

you exited the tunnel, and were greeted by the guys who all made sure to give elena a high-five or ruffle her hair a little. she smiled happily, high-fiving each of them as she went down the line.

"and now, devils fans, please welcome to the ice, our captain's family," the crowd erupted before he could finish his sentence, "y/n, nico's wife, and their daughter, elena!"

elena was practically skipping down the aisle the second she saw nico at the other end. when she made it to the other end, you were abandoned, and she practically jumped into nico's arms.

"papa! did you see me walk?" she was talking at him the way toddlers do. everything was coming out, every question, every statement, and nico was standing there, nodding along.

"all right, you can tell me all about it after the game, promise. remember what you're supposed to do?" he reminded her, setting her back on the carpet next to you.

"drop the puck." she nodded, taking the puck from you. her second quickly shifted when the cameraman came over, and she was smiling for the camera.

nico and sebastian aho bent down, posing with you and elena. she smiled really big for the cameras, flashing the puck in her hand.

"all right, you can drop it wherever you want," you whispered to her. you barely finished your sentence before she dropped the puck, smiling when the crowd cheered for her.

nico and aho shook hands, "you did so good, lena." you kissed her head. aho bent down to her height and gave her a high-five.

nico handed her the puck and picked her up, kissing her head. he skated along the red carpet on the ice. you walked alongside, smiling big as you watched them.

once you reached the end, nico set her down next to you, giving her one last wave, you and wink and a kiss, and he was skating backwards as the lights came back.

you walked past all the guys again, who said their goodbyes, giving her hugs and praise for doing such a good job. you made your way back onto the concourse, running into fans who also praised her for doing such a good job.

"wow, you're so famous, lena!" she giggled, shaking her head.

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NHL groupchat leaked! — part 11

including: Trevor Zegras, Cole Caufield, Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, and Quinn Hughes

warnings! use of 🍃🍃

a/n: nhl gc leaked update won in the poll so here you go! hope you enjoy🫂

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THIS IS SO UNBELIEVABLY HOT

I can’t shake the fact that it’s giving me boyfriend!Luke dropping you off at your door after a date, making sure you get inside safely before walking away energy and I CANT EXPLAIN IT!

Like just the up and down before slowly turning, hands in pockets, wistfully saying goodbye to you AHHH

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ask: mocha with vanilla syrup & cinnamon for quinn (mating press & praise kink again…) thank you :)

answer: yes! it's a little short, but i think i got the point across ;) quinn would loveeee a mating press sry

Your legs are folded up, Quinn’s hands in the crooks of your knees keeping you in place. His eyes are blazing with desire as he cages you with his body. His hard length presses against the lining of your stomach, visibly filling you beyond what you can take. 

His face is close to yours, breath coming out in puffs over your visage. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous like this,” Quinn rasps. “So open for me, completely at my mercy, trusting me to give you what you need.”

You moan, breaking off into a high pitched hum when his next thrust hits your spot head-on. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue licking in to claim your mouth. You surrender to him, arching your back until your breasts brush his torso. Quinn forces your legs back another inch, your hamstrings screaming with the stretch while your vocal chords vibrate with a constant need for more.

“Mine, you’re mine,” Quinn says. “So sweet and responsive under me, taking every inch of my cock like you were made for it. Good girl, good fucking girl.”

“Please, Quinn,” you whine. “I need it, take me.”

He rewards your plea by thrusting deeply, burying himself in your slick heat. A guttural moan sounds in the back of his throat as your walls squeeze him tight. “Fuck, yes,” he groans, setting a steady rhythm of long, pointed strokes. 

You can only writhe beneath him as he fucks you, each drive of his hips sending you higher and higher. His praise washes over you like a warm shower, dripping down your skin until it seeps into your pores and becomes part of you.

“You feel so good, love,” he pants against your neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses on the skin. “So tight and wet and perfect, perfect for me.”

Your orgasm crashes over you, pleasure exploding kaleidoscopically behind your eyelids. You hear Quinn choking out your name shortly before feeling him follow you over the edge, cum spurting into your depths and claiming you fully.

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You can’t convince me that Quinn doesn’t have a spit kink…….lets elaborate on it.

Quinn loves spit - there’s something feral that awakens in him when the two of your mouths are pressed together, tongues battling each other and it’s hard to to tell where his mouth stops and where yours starts. He loves sloppy kisses.

Quinn loves when you’re going down on him and watching your saliva coating his cock. He loves watching you with half-lidded eyes as you move your mouth off of his cock to catch your breath; the trail of saliva acting like it’s a string to connect the two of you.

But, Quinn’s favorite? When you two are fucking in missionary. His hands placed on both sides of your head, your hands wrapped around his forearms, your tits bouncing with every hard thrust he gives you. Your soft, parted lips calling to him - tempting him to give into his little fantasy he’s been wanting to try out.

“Open up your mouth for me baby. Just want to try something”.

Who are you to disagree? Opening up your mouth, your eye widen when Quinn tells you to stick out your tongue shortly after - eyes widening as line of Quinn’s spit makes its way onto your tongue. As if it was second nature, you put your tongue back into your mouth and let out a moan like it was his cum coating your tongue.

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hi! i asked regarding jack hughes fucking reader into suubspace... jic u will answer can u answer here instead? i forgot to do it anon mode 🥺

Hey there, lovely. Don't worry, i have it deleted already. You won't be exposed. Mwa. On an episode of me being distracted and being the worst person in finishing her backlogs, yes. 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️As a whore (a shameless whore), this speaks to me coz I simply need this!! What do I do?! I am so weak.

Well, at least, I can say that I am not neglecting pretty boy Jack. Pic on the right kinda look like him. I am so dead. Someone bring back his looooong hair!!!

18+. Whore thoughts. Smut. Oral Sex (f receiving). Unprotected Sex. Squirting. Overstimulation into Subspace. Mention (/ reminder) of a safe word. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Jack simply couldn't stop. It was downright pathetic that he couldn't control himself. It wasn't like it was his fault. It was your fault. Really. How could you be so beautiful? So alluring? You could just breathe and you would effectively seduce him. He couldn't take it. He just had to have you.

One look into his eyes, his cock would be begging to be released from the confines of his pants. One look, he would be kneeling between your legs, begging you for a fuck. One look, he would be kissing over your pants, desperately seeking your taste on his tongue. One word, just one 'yes', in one brief moment, he would be tugging desperately on your pants, your sweet lace or cotton panties. They would be off you while he was on your pussy, licking along your wet slit, sucking your clit.

His senses would hone in to your sounds. Every sigh. Every sharp inhale. Every moan. Every groan. Every whimper. He took them all in and made them as his cues on what you were feeling tonight. He wasn't mindful of his own sounds. He was loud, savoring the taste of your pussy, lapping and gulping down whatever you gave him.

You gave him a lot. Your arousal shone all over him, his nose, his cheeks, his lips, his chin. Just like how he wanted to be. He wanted your smell to mark him with your scent. Mark him with you, because he was yours. So utterly yours.

And you had.

Your arousal already dried on his face while his sweat dripped down his body. His hair stuck to his skin as he rolled his hips to thrust every inch of his aching cock deep inside your pussy. You were so fucking perfect around him. So wet. So good. So fucking amazing. His cum in your pussy spilled around him, making a mess that amplified the obscene sounds of skin slapping.

"You're so fucking perfect," he praised.

He couldn't stop the whine that escaped him as you squeezed around him, so tightly that he swore he came a bit. How that was possible, he didn't know. Holy fuck. What were you doing to him?

"Jack, please. More. More," you sobbed, your nails digging into his back.

The slight pain from the scratches had him thrusting harder, rougher, deeper. It was so good. The perfect mix of pain and pleasure. All while he was fucking you. He needed more. He took your lips, kissing you roughly, smiling when you tried to match him while all you wanted to do was try to breathe. His poor sweet girl was getting as lost as he was. Fuck yes.

"Don't stop. Don't. Please," you begged, your back arching as he kept pounding on the spot that had your toes curling, your teeth biting on your lower lip. "Please, Jack."

"I know, baby. We won't stop any time soon," he promised, pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck, his tongue darting out to lick a bead of sweat along your collarbone. Salty but fucking sweet. "I want to eat you."

Then he bit down on the sensitive skin of your neck, right where it met your shoulder. You cursed, whining your unintelligible pleas, making him bite harder before he let go. He was losing it. A fog hazed over his mind. All he could see, hear, smell, taste, and feel was you. Just you. He wanted it all. He needed everything.

Panting, his hand came on your tit, softly yet roughly feeling your softness, playing and teasing your pebbled nipple. His chest squeezed for this extreme need of you. He couldn't get enough. His dick felt like it was getting harder and harder to the point that he was groaning from the ache mixing with the delectable feel of your cunt. He shouldn't be getting harder. Not when he had already came twice tonight, but he was. He fucking was. He felt like he was breaking and he didn't know what to do with himself.

You came.

Instead of keeping his pace to draw out your orgasm, instead of holding you, instead of kissing you, he parted from you, going his knees. Then he planted his left foot on the bed that had your leg over his thigh. A leverage to spread you further, to fuck you harder through gritted teeth. Your pussy convulsed, shaking and quivering around him, muscles contracting like you wanted to hold him still, but he couldn't be stopped.

"You have your word," his voice came out like growl. "Say it and we stop."

So he could stop. He needed you to say it, because it was the only thing that could make him step back from this frenzy. Just one word, but you must say it.

"Too much. Too much. Too much," you complained, whimpering yet staring up at his eyes with such defiance that told him that you could take it. He knew you could.

He trusted that you say the word if you needed to. He trusted you so much. With that, Jack didn't hold back. He increased his ministrations. His hand found your hips, gripping you so harshly that both knew he would leave bruises.

At some point, he would be drawing circles on your clit, teasing you, until you came again. He almost came too, but he put that energy into flipping you over your stomach. With little effort, he lifted your hips up, pushing down on your back to arch into the bed.

At some point, he felt a gush of liquid that had him parting you so he could see you spill, spill, and spill. You were full on crying and trembling so hard that you just laid there as he flipped your back, taking a pillow under your hips. He slipped in his cock, as you spilled more.

It didn't click in his head what just happened, but when it did, he fucking you slower, his cock dragging out and in your pussy so languidly. He praised, "What a good girl. My sweet girl just squirted all over me. Oh, baby girl, again."

He demanded over and over again. Until you were breathing out a silent scream. Until you were coming harder than you ever had tonight. Until you spilled on him.

Then he came, spurting and splattering your quivering walls with his cum, his head craning up the ceiling. For a moment, his vision darkened as he let out a moan. It was so good. You were so good. He could feel his whole body tingling. His cock finally calmed, fully drained and satiated.

He softly slipped out of you, wincing at how you twitched, your breath hitching. Your pussy was so red and used. The backs of your thighs, your hips, your waist were also so red and splotchy with the start of bruises. His eyes trailed up, from the slightest scratch on your hips that had the scratches on his back twinge in a delectable pain to every kiss mark he left on your chest and neck, to the tears that stained your cheeks, to your unseeing eyes.

"Oh, baby," he uttered. You were gone into your subspace, a space that you described to be floaty. "I got you, baby girl."

He softly rub your thighs, your sides, your arms as he settled next to you. He kept rubbing and touching, knowing if he stopped, you might get jolted into a drop. You'd never experienced that with him before and you would never. Not when he knew what to do.

He comforted you with kisses on your face. Your cheeks. Your nose. Your temples. Your forehead. Your lips, Your chin. Your eyelids when you finally closed your eyes. When your eyebrows met and when a pained whimper escaped you, he consoled you with a firm hug after he guided your arms around him.

He grounded you with his presence. He whispered his praises, that you were so good which made you sigh into him. He reminded you that he was there and he would never leave which made you scoot further into his arms. He continued and continued. Patiently. Lovingly. Because he loved you and cared for you. You have him.

Your pants slowly calmed. Jack watched your eyes blinking open, half-present, half-not. Slowly, a small smile stretched your lips, making him gasp at your beauty.

"Jack," you called.

He answered with your name. "I'm here, baby. Take your time."

He didn't care about the bed, the mess, the filth of sex.

It could all wait until you came back.

Pressing his forehead against yours, his hands rubbing up and down your back, he repeated, "I'm here."

Good night!!

Lovelies @dancerbailey3 @loser-pretty-girl @r0wdymaize86 @tiredallthetimex @quinnintheabyss @allyhughesy

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Love love LOVE the boys hyping up Luke’s first goal 🥹

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I love whatever's wrong with him

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Gonna miss unc 💔

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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.

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݁ ˖ ──── quinn hughes 𝑥 gf!reader

in which you help and quinn and jack shoot their bath and bodyworks commercial in the lake house kitchen

❕. . . fluff , language

✉️ cami ; needed to write a little something with the ad video cause I thought it was the funniest thing. need summer bf quinn so bad actually😩 working on the celly requests as we speak I promise 🤞

you straighten your spine and take a deep breath as you feel a cramp start at the base of your back. the specific position you currently found yourself in was the root of your discomfort but hopefully this would be the last take.

when you had volunteered to help your boyfriend quinn and his brother jack shoot their bath and bodyworks commercial you hadn’t exactly known what you were getting yourself into.

the duo had spent half their time bullying the other for saying the wrong thing and the other half was spent trying to control their giggles that threatened to escape them each time they opened their mouths.

you shoot trevor a grateful look as he places a glass of cold water on the counter in front of you before taking a seat a few feet away.

“okay, from the top. let’s make this the last one please” you tell the boys, holding up the phone.

“hi I’m jack hughes” jack starts off flashing his signature grin to the camera

“and I’m quinn hughes” quinn mutters

“and we’ve partnered with Bath and Bady—ugh” jack grunts, slapping both hands to his cheeks as he stumbles over the words again

“there’s so many words in this. why can’t we just say ‘we’ve partnered with BOB for fathers day’ and then whatever the fuck is after that” jack whines

“who’s bob?” quinn asks confused and jack rolls his eyes slightly

“bath and bodyworks” jack says in a ‘duh’ tone

“that would be BAB you dumbass. and no, using acronyms that aren’t usually acronyms just sound douchey, even for you who would usually get away with something like that” quinn informs his younger brother, readjusting the order of the bottles that jack just messed and signalling for you to go again.

you almost got to the half point mark this time before jack messed up again.

“if you don’t wanna use that we’ve got the monogamy—“

“it’s mahogany, not monogamy jack” you correct, amusement clear in your voice as quinn sighs annoyedly. your boyfriend only had so much patience for media stuff on a good day, and it was quite obvious that he didn’t have any time to entertain it today.

“what the hell is mahogany?” jack questions, nose scrunching as he inspects the bottle like it holds all the answers to life.

“don’t pretend like you know what monogamy is either” trevor quips earning a swift glare from jack and a cackle from the other room where luke was banished to after one too many ruined takes by his sarcastic comments.

“more than you that’s for sure” jack mumbles and puts the bottle down with a huff.

“maybe we should take a little break” you suggest sensing your boyfriend’s at his wits end.

jack and trevor walk off to the living room still exchanging jabs back and forth and quinn closes the distance between you, pulling you into his arms and burrowing his face in the crease of your neck.

“let’s go somewhere. just you and me. get away from these idiots for a few days” quinn mumbles, pressing kisses all over the exposed skin at your neck.

“baby we just got here” you giggle, pulling his head back so you could make eye contact. you lean close and kiss his nose softly causing the annoyed expression to fall into a content, bashful one.

“we can do date night tho? i’ll take you to one of my favourite restaurants in the city” he asks hopefully, pressing another kiss to your jaw as if that would convince you, and it certainly helped.

“is that where you took all the girls back when you were in college?” you tease, the hint of jealousy obvious in your tone despite the joking way you meant it.

“only the hot ones” quinn jokes, wincing with a chuckle when you hit him on the chest, capturing your hand and pressing a kiss to your wrist.

“I’m kidding! it’s a hughes family favourite. never taken a girl there. want you to be the first and last” he says, putting that same hand on his chest right over his heart.

“if we finish the bath and bodyworks video then yes we can do date night,” you say and quinn practically sprints to his spot behind the counter again

“jack! come on, we gotta finish this. I have a hot date tonight,” quinn yells, throwing you an exaggerated wink and you giggle while shaking your head as the other boys come barreling into the kitchen again.

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oh fuck! that’s a husband, that’s a fucking hot husband

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