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purplephantomwolf · 3 hours ago

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You were going to be late.

Hockey was a beloved sport around the world. It was adored by thousands of fans all over the globe, if not more. It grew with each passing year. It was the dream of so many little kids to make it into the big leagues and have one of your biggest passions be your job. And for those who worked their way up the leagues, it was surreal to even be considered—let alone drafted—into the top league.

And to be named captain on top of it all? It was an honour that anyone would fucking dream of.

And despite being so aware of said honour, you were going to be late to Quinn’s first official gala as captain of the Vancouver Canucks because of his wandering hands and stupid fuck-me eyes that you couldn’t seem to resist.

The event itself wasn’t special, in the sense that it was just one of many that the Canucks would hold over the season. And it wasn’t the first one Quinn had been invited too (though, he usually tried to get out of them). But it was his first one attending after his captaincy was announced so he should have been hell-bent on making a good impression as he entered this new stage of his career.

Instead, his attention had been focused on you the second you walked out your shared bedroom in the floor length Canuck blue dress.

You had batted his hands away when you were applying the finishing touches of your makeup in the mirror. You had scolded him when he playfully slapped your ass when you bent down to pick a pair of heels. You had warned him that you were going to be late if he didn’t hurry up and grab his keys instead of ogling you while you took some photos of yourself to send to your friends.

And then, in the car, it was like he had you right where he wanted you.

The venue wasn’t very far in distance, just set in a place a little out of the main city. But with Vancouver traffic, it was taking you around forty minutes to get there, and that would be just minutes before the event was officially meant to start.

But instead of rushing, Quinn was taking his time. He was driving leisurely, taking the backroads and longer routes with his hand lazily resting on your thigh, between the slit of your dress.

You told yourself you weren’t going to fall for it. You knew what he was doing, you knew what he wanted, you could see it in his eyes and the slight tilt of his lips. You fucking knew, and you told yourself you wouldn’t give in because this wasn’t an event you could afford to be late for.

You told yourself you wouldn’t, but you were never really good at listening.

“Shitshitshitshit—”

You had one hand pressed against the window, the glass fogged up and the condensation dripping down in small droplets. Your dress was bunched up at your hips, the fabric now wrinkled and creased as Quinn gripped it between his fingers.

“You’re a fucking dream,” Quinn gritted out between clenched teeth, his heart thumping in his chest as his hands guided you. “Bouncing on my dick in your pretty, lil’ dress.”

“Quinn,” you whined, the coil in your stomach tightening as you gripped the fabric of his shirt between your fingers. “Shit, baby, I-I can’t.”

“Shhhh no, you’re doing so well, honey,” he murmured as he tucked his chin to his chest, his eyes focused on the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you. “Just one more, baby, one more.”

You shook your head, tears prickling in your eyes and blurring your vision ever so slightly. “Too much—”

“You can take it,” he told you because he knew you could, and he knew you would. “You’re gonna take it like a good girl, gonna let me fill you up, hm?”

“Please,” you whined as you dipped your head down, lips pressing against his in a messy exchange of kisses. “Wanna feel you inside me all night.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands tightening as he held you in place, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. “Gonna fill you up nice and good, honey, since my pretty girl asked me so nicely.”

“Oh shit,” you choked out, nuzzling yourself further into the boy as he pounds up into you, his tempo fast and relentless as if he hadn’t already fucked two orgasms out of you.

“Atta girl, honey, come f’me one more time,” he moaned, his lips brushing against your ear as you tipped over the edge for the third time that night.

You could barely lift your head off his shoulder, your body wanting nothing more than to cling onto him and stay there forever. His hands were warm and comforting, rubbing up and down your thighs as he cooed and whispered about how good you did for him, like he always did because Quinn Hughes was nothing but a giver in bed—in both orgasms and praises.

“We’re definitely late now,” you murmured against his shoulder, though made no move to lift yourself off his cock as you pressed your cheek against his shoulder.

He huffed out a small laugh. “It’s your fault, you wore that dress.”

“Or you’re just a horny bastard,” you retorted.

“Maybe that too,” he admitted unashamedly. “But that is also your fault. Look at you, honey, can’t expect me to not wanna fuck you every chance I get.”

“Yeah, well, now everyone’s gonna know that,” you murmured. You were going to have to spend the last fifteen minutes of the car ride to the venue trying to fix your hair and makeup so it didn’t look like your boyfriend fucked you relentlessly in the back of his car.

“Maybe we should just head back home,” Quinn suggested, his words thick and heavy with desire as his fingers slowly moved up until his thumbs were brushing over your tits. “The dress is ruined, there’s no point of going.”

You snorted. “This is why I put a hand steamer in the back of your car. I’m not walking in there with a creased dress.”

Quinn groaned. “You’re no fun.”

“We gotta go, Quinn,” you murmured as you lifted your head, this time meeting his lips in a softer and slower kiss. “And then you can fuck me all you want when we’re home.”

His lips twitched upwards. “Any chance I can convince you to leave early too?”

“Guess we will have to see, Captain.”

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purplephantomwolf · 9 hours ago

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"Wow, you're really into that?"

No. I'm lying for attention. Of fucking course I'm into that, I'm not on tumblr for the fucking good of my health.

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purplephantomwolf · 9 hours ago

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"my daughter turned out fine."

Your daughter rubs her pussy raw dreaming of the day she gets to wake up to find a man violating her unconscious body and using her as a fucktoy.

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purplephantomwolf · 9 hours ago

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put me in my place (between your legs, sucking your cock dumbly while you stroke my hair)

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purplephantomwolf · 9 hours ago

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soooo what about a Quinn text thingey pretty please bestie gal

anything for you baby🫶🏻

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purplephantomwolf · 9 hours ago

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Can you write about y/n doing the “current boyfriend” TikTok trend on Quinn? With smut please! ❤️❤️

Hi, lovely. Are you still there? After more than a month of no Quinn drabble, here we go! Like I said from this, two requests but the smut has prevailed. Also, special mention to this anon, my braincells (my whore) got in sync with theirs (but no hidden cameras here, I fear). I love you. The push that made me finish this was Quinn's photo dump, still losing it rn. I got so horny. We thank Quinny. I hope i wrote this well enough. I am blacking out.

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TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut and Fluff, Tiktok Prank: Current Boyfriend, Oral Sex (f receiving), Unprotected Sex (use protections!!), Consented Video Recording of Sex (on-page consent yesyes. Careful with your videos. Only do this with someone you trust)

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Quinn is just minding his business, fiddling with his phone, absently scrolling through his messages and emails, listening to hockey game stream, getting cozy on the couch while tucked underneath a fleece blanket, when he notices you setting up your phone. He can see himself—and you and everything else, the center table, the couch, the kitchen—on your screen. What are you doing? What are you planning?

When you notice his attention, you grin and give his cheek a soft peck, effectively putting his discomfort at ease.

"Just gonna do some unboxing," you explain.

"Oh," is all he can say, because you're already standing to get your packages.

He scrambles to his feet to help. He listens to you ramble about reviews but before that, about making sure you have evidence that every item you ordered arrived. You emphasize that it’s imperative so that you could get your well-deserved refund if anything goes south. While Quinn totally gets it, he also doesn’t get it. He almost always buys his stuff in the store. If he needs a refund, he will go to the store, either he will get the fastest transaction, or he will be slightly raising his voice. The louder he is, the more he wins an argument or in this case, the more he gets his way. So, he trusts your ways. You are the expert in anything 'technology' in this home anyway.

As he piles up the heavier boxes on the floor, he realizes just how much you bought. There are a lot of boxes of varied sizes and shapes from different stores, but the one he is most curious about was the box he just carried. It’s from your parents. He wonders what they sent you. Are these packaged foods from your hometown again? Homemade knitted wear? Is there a beanie he can steal from you?

"Do you want to open that first, Quinny?" You softly ask.

Your voice makes him slightly jump. He realizes that he’s been scratching over the tape that secured the opening of the package. He blinks, his voice failing when he marks the understanding look on your beautiful face, the small smile that reassures him no matter what, and the subtle way you lean closer.

His heart pounds harder and harder, especially when you sit next to him on the floor, your hand softly caressing over his hand, fingers trailing up his arm, feeling over his hair. A shiver jolts down his spine like lightning. Fuck, he’s fucking hard. What is it with you? You’re just touching him in the slightest and he’s already worked up.

If he wasn’t wearing his black sweatpants, a stain would’ve bloomed over the rising tent there that’s barely being hidden by his oversized shirt. His hands slightly shake when your hand continues to run over his arm. Up and down. Dragging and messing up his arm hair. Your nails leaving the slightest hint of a scratch mark. Oh, the effect you have on him. Maybe…he can convince you to record later. He needs you. Surely, this evidence gathering can wait.

His thoughts trail when he remembers your phone. He glances at it and sees the red dot that tells him that you are already recording. Great, he’s acting like an absolute madman. Horny at ten in the morning? Is he fucking serious? Even when the still bruising marks that are peeking out from your sweater’s neckline from last night. You might need to hide those kiss marks. You might need to edit him out—

"Oh, Quinny, what's wrong?" Your other hand guides him to meet your eyes. Gone is your smile. You’re only looking at him in worry. "Where are you?"

"I’m here," he mutters, clearing his throat. He doesn’t think that talking about anything from your parents will be fine when he’s like this. So, he sighs, smiling to put you at ease, "No, let’s open this at the end. Just curious if there will be stuff that I can have."

You gasp, your fingers pausing on his knuckles. "How did you know there are beanies there?" Then you pout. "You’re going to steal my beanies again! I requested some because it’s been getting so cold, Q. They’re mine."

He chuckles. You say that when you’re the one who puts on the beanies on his head whenever he goes out. Whether it’s for groceries or for games or for flights, you will be there with a beanie to put his unruly waves out of his face and to keep his ears warm and toasty. You don’t even sort your beanies from his. You both have a combined basket for it now with his slowly sinking to the bottom. Your beanies are a mixture of plain ones and ones with knitted flowers or fruits. They are cozy. Besides, he knows you like your stuff on him, but he pretends not to. He likes it when you scheme about marking him up through your beanies.

Beanies make him warm physically, but you make him feel warmer. He feels so cared for. He overturns his hand, holding your hand, squeezing firmly. You are so warm. So nice to hold.

"They’ll be our beanies." He grins, feeling relieved that his problem calms down...slightly. "Right?"

"You’re lucky that I love you," you huff while a giggle escapes you. You playfully scrunch your nose before you stand up, pulling at his hand. "Come on, Quinny. My storage is getting full. We need to unbox so many things."

Then, again, he realizes something. A very important detail that he has been overlooking.

Your words replay in his head like a song on repeat. You said: "Do you want to open that first, Quinny?" "We need to unbox so many things."

"We?" he echoes, standing up and instantly plopping next to you on the couch.

"Hmmhmm," you hum, nodding like you are confirming his question, not giving any reasons. You gesture to everything and widely grin at him that your lines appear at the corners of your eyes. The thawp sound of your hand hitting your lap only seals the deal of him being with you in your video. Then you affirm, "We."

Quinn glances at every box, mentally counting them one by one. This will take so long. Feeling resigned to his fate, knowing he doesn’t have the guts to refuse you, extremely aware that everything you say he follows, he sighs, nodding.

His simple agreement makes you squeal, cheering as you wrap your arms around him in a bear hug. You’re so adorable. He tucks your hair behind your ears, his fingers lingering on earlobes, tracing down to your jaw then up your cheeks. Beautiful.

"Are you going to post this?" He asks.

He picks one of the smaller boxes with a familiar label on the front. Maybe it’s one of your usual skincare brands. No, not maybe, he knows it is. He’s so familiar with your face routines that he can wash your face when you come home hammered.

"Just my Instagram story, I think. Not sure. Maybe some." You settled next to him, handing him your all-stickered-up box cutter. "I’ll do an intro for us."

Quinn gets confused with that. You need an intro for stories now? He has no clue if it’s a thing. He tries to wrap his head around it, but it doesn’t make sense. Still, he nods. There are lots of things that you do which confuse him, so he has learned to go with your flow since ever.

Your grin widens, your eyes somehow sparkling more like you were planning something. His sudden realization snaps around him like vice. He almost recoils from the nearby boxes, his suspicion growing by the second. Is there something in there? What did you do—

"Quinn, look at the camera please," you softly say, your hand landing on his thigh.

He does, shifting in his seat, sharply inhaling when your hand curls inward to grip his thigh. You must be insane. In front of the camera? Are you sure you should be playing this game? Damn it, he’s getting fucking hard again.

"Hi, guys," you greet, waving your free hand.

Stiffly, Quinn waves too, his cheeks burning when your hand slides upwards. There’s no way he will survive this. He’s too weak. He doesn’t know what he should look out for. You squeeze again and he nearly moans. This is torture. What the fuck.

"I’m here right now with my current boyfriend—"

Quinn doesn’t hear any single word out of your pretty mouth after those fucking words.

Current boyfriend?

There was no way you just said that.

No fucking way.

He slowly turns to you, his eyebrows furrowing, his jaw clenching so hard that his teeth ache, his chest squeezing from the sharp pain of the knife you've driven into his heart. Because that is what you did with those words. You are tearing his heart into shreds. Are you seriously calling him your current boyfriend in the video that you'll post? Really?

His eyes follow the movement of your lips as you continue to speak to the camera. His hackles are rising and rising, fueling the pain in his chest. He doesn't like what you call him. He doesn't want to hear that at all. He doesn't want to just be your current. He wants to be your forever. Current is not enough. It will never be enough.

"What did you say?" he says, his voice dropping an octave. It's silent and firm yet so fucking strained with hurt and anger, mixing into a dangerous mix. He growls like a fucking animal, "My Love."

"Huh?" You answer, looking so confused.

You’re a perfect picture of innocence, acting like you have no clue what you’ve released inside him, but your tells that he has learned and memorized—the slightest movement on your beautiful face when you lie—are all on show. You know what you've done, but do you understand how much you hurt him? How angry he's getting—

Then he feels the slight trembles of your hand and sees you biting at your lower lip from the nerves. Ah. Now, he sees it.

You're just playing with him. You're doing a prank on him. A dangerous prank. Extremely dangerous. Amusement trickles up his insides, lessening the ache in his chest, excitement igniting in his bones.

He glances at your phone then back at you. He tries, goading you, testing you, challenging you, "You should repeat your intro." He scoots closer when you lean away from him, his hand coming around your waist, trapping you against him. "Come on. Do it."

Gulping, you look towards the camera. Like the good girl you are, you repeat, "Hey, guys. I’m here with Quinn, my current boyfriend—"

That's when he pounces. He grips your jaw, kissing you harshly, his teeth nipping, his tongue darting out to lick along the seam of your lips before diving in to meet yours. His desperate need for you overwhelms everything he felt, especially when he can taste the mint of your toothpaste, the sweetness of you. You are his everything, yet you still jest. Always messing with him. You were such a silly girl. His silly girl.

"I'll show you current," he rasps, pushing you down, his hands tugging down your shorts and panties.

"Quinn, my phone—Oh fuck!" You whine the moment he spits on your pussy. You look so worried for him even though you have spit dripping down your wet slit. "Are you sure?"

Quinn understands what you are asking about. He is obviously wary one in your relationship. He overthinks. He gets work up. He does so much that you must pull him back and appease him that it'll be okay. He made it known to you that he doesn't want to have sex tapes or anything adjacent to you. He will take the dirty voice messages you two send for each other or talk dirty to you for hours whenever he's away. He'll do that, but he told you that videos were nonnegotiable. That's his mistake. He shouldn't have phrased like that.

The truth is he doesn't care about the cameras. He is down for anything. He will do anything for you. However, He's extremely wary about the what ifs.

What if a thief breaks in and gets a hold of the copies? In this harsh world, it's always the women who get blasted if their sex videos were leaked. He doesn't want that to happen to you. Fuck, if he can only take the hits and blame, he will, but this world was fucked up. He just wants to play safe and to keep you at ease.

What if you two break up? He won't let that happen. Never. He will never let you go. But what if and what if you don't trust him anymore? You might think that he would release it to punish you from cutting it off with him. He will never, but breakups tend to make everything sour. Even thinking about this hypothetical break up is making stomach churn. It hurts to think about.

Quinn is living with those what ifs. It's cowardly. Especially when there are a lot of times when he catches you looking at him with such longing while holding onto your phone and your camera. It isn't fair to you. He should've talked to you about his fears. He should've cleared up the misunderstanding long before, but admittedly, he's embarrassed. He doesn't want to feel so needy to breach it again. Fuck, he messes up every time.

He can talk about that later. Now, he can slowly make it up to you while also proving a point.

"I'm sure. I don't mind." He almost dives between your legs, but he pauses, looking at you. "Do you?"

He can always stop the video. You may have wanted this for long, but it doesn't mean that you're up for it now. There's nothing wrong with that.

"No. I want it too—" you pause, grinning, running your fingers through his hair before tugging once, making him groan, "—current boyfriend."

That does it. He really, really, really hates that.

He dives between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs, firmly and harshly. He channels his displeasure by laving at your pussy from entrance to your throbbing clit. He sucks the bundle of nerves, making you cry and sob, your hand tugging at his hair like you want to tear it off. He doesn't care. He needs to prove that you will not find anyone else that can do this to you.

You only have him.

Him.

No one else.

He slips two fingers in your sopping pussy, groaning when he hears your hiss and your sob for more. He curls them in a come-hither motion that has you writhing, pleading him to do something. So, he doubles his effort. He doesn't stop sucking and tracing and licking your clit, feeling how your pussy clench around his fingers, hearing your pleas, taking in how your thighs start to crush around his head.

He moves down, slipping in his tongue in your pussy, stretching and fucking you with it without removing his fingers. Fuck, you taste so divine. He feasts on you, gulping and sucking and licking.

Fuck. So good.

Always so fucking good.

Every sobbing moan that escapes you only fuels him more. He needs to hear your sounds. They are more than music in his eyes. They sound like blood rushing through his veins, the very essence that keeps him alive and sane. Every call had him grasping you harder, too afraid that he might lose you when his fingers are knuckles-deep inside you, too afraid that you might slip away if he was not looking.

Do you know...that you're beautiful? Extremely beautiful. Majestic. The only woman he will love so deeply that his heart aches from beating so loud and proud.

He will keep you. He will do everything to keep you. He will grovel and cling to you. He will try and try. There will be nothing that will take you away. He will not let anything happen.

"Quinn, I'm close," you say as your walls convulse, your hands both pulling him in and pushing him away, your back arching. "Fuck, fuck! I'm coming. Please, Q. Please."

You come with a whimper that makes his cock harder. Groaning from every gulp, he licks everything you gave, his hand pressing on your lower abdomen, both keeping you from running away from his touch and to deepen your orgasm. He knows you.

He slips his tongue from your heat, pressing a soft kiss on your clit, his fingers scissors and curves, fucking you over and over, prodding that specific spot that had you yelping and pleading. He presses soft soothing kisses on your quivering thighs, smearing your fluids on his face on your skin, chuckling at the sight.

"Should we stop?" he taunts, pushing your thighs apart so he can lean back, so he can tug his sweatpants down, so he can jerk his aching cock that has been weeping for you, so he can spread his pre-cum all over himself.

When you don't answer, he slides his hand—the one he dirtied with his pre—under your shirt, feeling the shaky breaths that quakes your body, pushing your bra up, squeezing your tit, his thumb rolling your nipples as his other circles your clit. He repeats, "Should we stop?"

"No, no." You shake your head, tears shining your eyes. "I don't wanna stop, just give me—" you inhale sharply as he tugs your nipple, "—a moment."

"Okay," he nods, slowing down his pace, letting you breathe, his eyes staring at the phone, grinning at how unruly he looks.

Fuck, you messed him up good. His hair was sticking or curling up in different directions. His cheeks are flushed a deep shade of red, emphasizing the shine on his nose, on his lips, on his jaws.

He licks at his lips, his eyes closing as he savors your lingering taste. Maybe...Maybe he can eat you again. Maybe.... Fuck, he needs to come. His cock is aching so much.

Softly, he removes your shirt, undoes your bra, his fingers slipping from our heat that had you sighing. You look at him like he's offering you the moon. He will if he could. He strips down then he leans on his forearms, helping your thighs over his hips.

He smiles, his breath hitching when your eyes fell on his lips then back up his eyes. The smile that graces your face has his hearts racing faster and faster like he has done skating drills for hours. He tucks the hair away from your pretty face. His soul sings as you lean into his touch.

"I love you, my Love," he murmurs, his lips grazing yours, his burning from tears.

"I love you too, Quinn," you reciprocate, finally kissing him.

The kiss is soft and unhurried. There are times you two pull away, breathing each other's shaky exhales, feeling and embracing each other's electrifying warmth. It's making him fuzzy and melty inside that when your hand caresses his neck, he already forgets about your phone, about the lingering sting from your prank, about the boxes that should've been unboxed, especially the one from your family. All he thinks is you. Just you.

He sighs as you pull away, pressing your foreheads together, your nose bumping one another's, feeling one with you without the physical connection of his cock in your pussy.

It's perfect. You're perfect.

His tear falling on your cheek, he must say, "You're my forever."

Oh, the giggle that escapes you has him mushier. He catches your tears with his thumbs, marveling your smile, the twinkle of pure happiness in your eyes, your enthusiastic nod.

"I love the sound of that, Quinny." You grin.

He feels extremely relieved. He grins back but he ends up gasping and panting when your hips start to move, your wet cunt rubbing on his cock, almost making him come right then and there.

Both of your smiles drop as the air around you shifts. With one slight adjustment, his cock presses on your entrance. With one thrust, he enters your quivering pussy. Every inch in, he shudders. Every squeeze, his breaths hollow. Every moan from your lips, he groans.

The moment he sits all of him in you, he starts to fuck you, slow and deep turning into hard and fast. He listens to your cues. rolling his hips to reach deeper if you whine incoherent words, changing the angles when you writhe differently, keeping the pace and stroke when you settle and scream with your nails digging into his shoulder.

He greedily gropes your tits, teasing your nipples, then your clit, doing what he did before, making you arch your back from the couch. He desperately captures your lips, kissing you so deeply that your teeth clash, your tongues sliding and feeling each other, then he ends up nipping and biting your lower lip while he lets out a strangled whimper because your pussy clenches so tightly around him.

He doesn't stop. Not until your bodies shine with sweat. Not until your arousal drips around his cock, making the lewd sounds of skin slapping louder, while a white ring forms around his base. Not until you are pleading for him to go harder on that spot that has your eyes rolling up, your thighs shaking. Not until he notices your stubbornness as you try to hold back.

You shouldn't. There's no need to.

"Let go, my Love. I got you," he says, planting soft kisses on your neck, on your thundering pulse, then up your jaw. "I have you. I always have you." He gulps. He’s also near the edge. He's going to come. He pants, "I'll be with you. Let go."

He doesn't know if you comprehend what he's saying but you're nodding, clinging on to him tighter, your lips quivering. He kisses you without any other prompt. He feels the vibrations of your moans and your shaky breaths.

Then you come, pushing away from his lips, needing more air. Your nails dig harder that he feels the sting of them breaking skin. The pain mixes with pleasure, heightening his senses while also blurring everything in his mind.

As your pussy convulses and squeezes, Quinn tried his best to ride your orgasm until he can't control himself anymore. He comes so hard that he can barely whisper his usual praises for you. He tries, stumbling on his words. he doubts you can understand him because even he can't. He's so pathetic. He has to dig his knee into to couch to keep his legs from fucking twitching with every spurt of his cum.

"Fuck, Quinn, so good," you grumble, sighing, not minding how he's leaning almost all of his weight on you. You smile, asking, "You good?"

He can barely say, "Yes," slipping out of you with a hiss, his head burying in your neck, then he overturns your positions so you're on him. "That's so good."

"What I said," you huff.

Quinn chuckles. He softly brushes your hair back, grinning when you start explaining yourself about the prank. He honestly doesn't care anymore. It feels like centuries ago, but he still listens to your ramble. You're a bit panicked, so he rubs your back, up and down until you calm and settle on his chest.

"Don't leave me for the prank, okay?" You mumble.

"I won't." He looks at your phone that's still rolling. "We better stop recording or your storage will be full."

"OH!" You sit up instantly, your thigh brushing over his sensitive cock—fucking hell, he almost died—when you stand to grab your phone.

He watches you, resting his cheek on his hand. You look so excited and giddy as you scroll through some parts of it before you sit next to Quinn, showing it so him with so much pride. He barely looks, focusing on your brightness. You look like a beautiful angel.

"I'll keep this safe, Quinny," you say, kissing his cheek.

"I know." He tucks a stray hair away from your face, his touch lingering on your cheek. "I trust you."

He always will.

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purplephantomwolf · 9 hours ago

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-Jason and Tim outside a cemetery-

Tim: … Gravy yard

Jaosn: -snorts-

Tim: Now I kinda want food, we should go get some -

Jason: No, wait!

Jason: Rave yard!

Jason: From what I’ve heard, people are dying to get in.

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purplephantomwolf · 12 hours ago

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Current mood be like: 8,436 comics with Batman as the main character, 23,282 appearances in other comics with numbers still increasing and probably a whole shit of timelines to go through. It's the Marvel dilemma all over again. How accurate can I get by watching movies and whatever animated shows that are out there? Or do I just wing it by reading fandom entries?

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purplephantomwolf · 12 hours ago

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♪⋆.✮ ┆OP81 .ᐟ lost & found

🎧ྀི : summary: reader has a shitty friendgroup. But it does lure in a driver.

🎧ྀི : genre: some angst, comfort & fluff

🎧ྀི : pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

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friend1: lock the guys. Girls are out 🙂‍↕️🤭

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friend2: yessss hotties as always 🙂‍↕️🤝🏼

friend1: you’d know babes

friend3: i swear we only have hot people on our roster. Love youuuu

friend1: stopppppp 😭😭❤️

yourusername: pretties ❤️ it was lots of fun!

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user1: omg im so jealous of this girl

user2: stay unproblematic

user3: is she rich or..?

user4: i think they all are someway??? Like few of their dads and own companies?

User5: Their dads are co-founders of that one big security company!

user6: god has favorites 😭

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friend2: drinks = drank, outfits = slayed, food = ate

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Yourusername: i have the prettiest friends 🥹

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user1: omg blonde moment

user2: blonde trio I love it, where do you get it done?

friend1: that’s a secret 🤭

friend3: kisses!

friend2: and hugs!

friend1: i swear im jealous of your tan give it here

friend2: teehee no 😇

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friend3: challenge: how many outfit changes girlies need?

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friend1: it was only three okay!!

friend1: literal angel on earth

friend3: no, you 🫵🏼

friend2: giving unproblematic princess vibes ✨

friend3: alwayssss 💋

yourusername: mhm pretty as always 🙂‍↕️

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yourusername: next time tell me we’re doing an outfit change tho😭

User1: oh are these the friend group who are everywhere on tiktok?

User2: yeah atleast in the France area! They do grwm’s and stuff together.

user3: so they’re a trio?

user2: no there’s @ yourusername aka the token brunette of the gang 🫶🏻

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user3: why isnt she in their pics 😢??

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Yourusername: summer vibes ☀️

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User1: unpopular take: @ yourusername is my favorite from the Quartet ™️🙂‍↕️

User2: the way she posted them all but they didnt have her anywhere???

User3: could be they just didnt take lot of pictures

User4: where are the blondes in the comments??! C’mon she’s so pretty wth 😭

User5: omg where’s the outfit from??

Yourusername: I’ve thrifted them but I can try and see if I find any lapels! 🫶🏻

Yourusername: The dress is H&M but the straps are apparently self-made :)

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User6: greeks made statues of you

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Yourusername: cooking classes 🙂‍↕️🫶🏻

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User1: is that a man 👀

User2: so THIS is why she wasnt on the day vlog the quartet posted on tiktok

User3: omg she’s on a date I’m calling it!!!

User4: prettyyy the brown hair really suits you

User5: and no friends commenting?

User6: what did you make?

Yourusername: vodka pasta. Tried to atleast we didnt like it so we ordered in 😭😂

User6: lmao I feel you, i tried it after one of the hadid sisters made it and I couldnt finish after one bite 😭

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Friend2: hoes before bros 🫶🏻

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friend1: we are so prettyyyy

friend2: prettiest trio

friend1: yup

friend3: im so jealous of everyone who gets to see that face everyday

Friend2: come over so you can

friend1: im coming with!!!

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yourusername: me three 🫶🏻

User1: everyday i wake up—

User2: are any of them single 👀

User3: ”hoes before bros” right after @ yourusername posts something with a guy (for once might I add)

User4: ikr they seem a little… iffy User5: AND "prettiest trio"???

Yourusername: Hopefully you guys had fun! Sorry I couldnt make it 😢

User6: And she’s… ignored?

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Yourusername: knight in a shining armor of a t-shirtand a fancy car <3

Friend1: you didnt come?

Friend2: who is it? The same guy?

Friend3: cool ig

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OscarPiastri: monaco cruise 🤝🏼

lando: oooooh this is why i was ditched ☹️

OscarPiastri: we’re coming over you absolute child

OscarPiastri: just be cool okay her friendgroup sucks

lando: based on her texts I saw she’s an angel and I’ll try not to throw hands at some petty bitches

OscarPiastri: you read my texts?

lando: …no…

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TMZ: F1 driver Oscar Piastri was seen getting cosy with someone at the Monaco centre few days ago! The Mclaren driver and current leader of the Formula One driver's championships was reportedly spending time with an unknown face buying flowers. Sources says the couple looked rather cosy together holding hands and laughing at their own whispered jokes. Could this be the start of a new lovestory? Let's see if a new WAG hits the streets on the upcoming race weekend in Monaco 👀

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user1: nooo tmz got our low-profile pookie

user2: omg new wag ?? maybe?? who is sheee?

user3: maybe a sibling? he has those?

user4: babes it's not his sisters, they're in Australia and one does not hold their sisters like that

user5: omg does anyone know those girls from tiktok? the one whose dad's own like the security company

User6: go look at @ yourusername's post month ago!! she was cooking with someone User7: AND one time she got a instagram story, something about a fancy car and a guy User6: HOLY SHIT YEAH i got a ss of it!

User8: okay so the sweet angel of the group of regina george's bagged an f1 driver? I'm not a petty bitch but karmaaaa

User9: criminals are lucky these fangirls are just that and not detectives

friend1: we'd know if it was our girlieee, everyone calm down lol

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Yourusername: how does dating work, first time doing this, kinda nervous 😭❤️

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User1: shut up shut up EVERYONE SHUT UP

User2: I'm new to her someone give me a summary pls

User3: okay so her dad is co-founder of the biggest security company worldwide, she is (was???) friends with the other founders daughters and they did tiktoks under "qvartet tm" but for a long time it kinda looked like she was fourth wheeling everything :((

User4: I CAN PROUDLY SAY I ALWAYS ROOTED FOR HER NONEXTENTIAL LOVE LIFE

Yourusername: i dunno if I should say thanks 😭

User4: no no im so happy you found someone really <3 User5: not just someone she bagged a baddie!

User6: the brunette of the qvartet has grown uppp i cant i remember them always joking she’d never date

User7: tbh it was always the others saying that, i never really liked it :/

Friend1: Congrats girl!!! You look glowing!

Friend2: Let’s go get drinks for this <3 pretty girl

Friend3: couple goals omg

User8: okay not them CRAWLING to her after being the shittiest friends ever

User9: yeah this is like the first time they’ve ever commented on her photos

User10: let's not bring the mood down people and let's just say she looks amazing in loveeeee

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OscarPiastri: I dunno I think I need some more material of the smile of yours. For scientific purposes.

Yourusername: come over then <3

User11: sir piastri i am sorry i did not realize you have rizz

lando: he thought about that for like 10 minutes

lando: but you guys look great

yourusername: ty :)

HattiePiastri: here are some thoughts and prayers. You'll need them :)

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Summary: It's no secret that Max Verstappen has no time for press, media and interviews. That is unless you're there.

Requested: Yes / Anon

Requests are open!

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ynln: missed this place

username: YES CONFIRMED YNS BACK !!!

username: oh max is gonna love this

redbullracing: our favourite journalist

| username: ok hi max

username: thank god when she didnt show up for the first two gp's i was worried

username: max has been so annoyed girl get back in that media pen

| ynln: 🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️

maxverstappen1: never leave again

| username: lmao not max exposing himself

| ynln: 🫠

| username: yns screaming rn i just know it

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redbullracing: Media days just got better

username: the difference between yn interviewing him to anyone else is so funny

username: the way hes so cold in interviews and then yn shows up and suddenly he has so much to say

ynln: always a pleasure 🤭

| maxverstappen1: Glad you're back

| username: are they dating?

username: its the fact they have to post only from yns interviews bc he looks miserable every other time

username: did someone let max write the caption??

username: ok but even redbull ships them

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ynln: lovely to speak to the drivers, good luck for tomorrow!

maxverstappen1: but I'm your favourite, yes?

| lando: nah mate that's me, right @/ynln?

| ynln: no comment 😶

| username: tell him he's ur fav its killing him

username: shes acc so shy and yet all the drivers love her

username: landos getting rammed on the track tomorrow

username: ive never seen max smile so much

| username: and when i say they're in love

username: i dont think ive ever been earlier than Max wtf

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maxverstappen1: Good fun, good race, good company 💪🏻 💪🏻 💪🏻

username: and guess who he's looking at in slide 4

| username: wait is it actually yn

| username: yeah she caught him on the way to the garage

yln: congratulations!

| maxverstappen1: Best company

| username: you know she is blush and giggling like crazy

| ynln: 🫠

| username: as if there was any doubt yn was the good company

username: he's in love

username: not yn getting her own slide

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ynln: another day, another city

username: MAX MAX MAX

username: pretty girl

username: imagine being her, this pretty, travels the world and max verstappen is in love with you

maxverstappen1: Why are you at the McLaren garage, Redbull is better

| username: lando count your days

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ynln: I guess I'm good at my job

username: they way he just WILL NOT do media without her anymore

username: tell me how bad you were screaming when he demanded you personally

| ynln: 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

username: the highest compliment girl

username: ok jokes aside he lightens up so much when hes around her its adorable

maxverstappen1: Making you sign a contract so only you can do my interviews

| ynln: ✍🏻 ✍🏻 ✍🏻

| username: hes such a diva

username: he flirts so boldly and shes so giggly and shy omg i love it

username: not max saying to her face shes his favourite and her being speechless

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maxverstappen1: Brilliant weekend! 💪🏻💪🏻 What a race!!

username: ah it wouldn't be a max post without yn

username: 🦁🦁🦁

username: man gets p1 and still posts her

username: i know every time she makes it into one of his posts shes so giggly

| ynln: please don't expose me like this

| username: SCREAMING

username: i love that you can always spot when yn is interviewing even when shes behind the camera

username: HIM SAYING TO HER 'THAT WIN WAS JUST FOR YOU, Schatje (sweetheart)' !!! CUT TO YN GIGGLING SO BAD AND NOT BEING ABLE TO RECOVER FOR THE REST OF THE INTERVIEW AND MAX LOOKING SO PROUD

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YN: You've, I mean obviously it has been a brilliant weekend for you! Is there anything different this season that's helping you?

Max: The pretty journalist for sure, the more wins you get the more media time you have.

YN's eyes widen and a blush spreads across your cheeks, stammering out another question as Max grins, proud of himself and so much affection in his gaze.

redbullracing: Whatever gets him to do an interview.

username: OMG not redbull just exposing them

username: shes so flustered, stop thats so cute

username: imagine max verstappen calling you pretty

username: watch the rest of the interview, she could not recover

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username: no way you got her moved from mclaren 😭

username: diva

username: just tell her you love her atp

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ynln: your favourite driver's favourite journalist

username: wow this is so bold for her

username: her in red bull merch !!!

| username: you just know max gave it to her bc she was in mclaren

| ynln: no comment 😶

| username: WOW

| username: i fear for lando on the track

maxverstappen1: My favourite

| ynln: i need to lay down 🫠

maxverstappen1: You look good in my colours

| username: post three is yn rn after reading this comment

| ynln: @/username please dont expose me

| ynln: deleting this app

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YN: Not the best start to the weekend for you.

Max, laughing and shaking his head: Not at all. I blame you.

YN, smiling nervously: Oh, it's my fault?

Max: Yes, if I wasn't so focused on keeping you for Redbull I would have done better in qualifying. Perhaps a deal for the real race, something to look forward to? I win, you let me take you out.

YN, blushing so brightly and left speechless.

Max, grinning: I'll take that as a yes.

redbullracing: Who needs points and trophies to cross the finish line?

username: forget the points max, get the girl !!!

username: its happening omg

username: she likes him sm you can just tell she wants to flirt back

username: if anyone else had done that interview and started with 'not the best' he'd have been so mad

| username: fr instead he just laughed !!!

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maxverstappen1: better than a trophy 🏆

username: wait they actually went out???

username: she looks so happy

username: look at my parents

ynln: perfect night💙

| maxverstappen1: Perfect girl

| username: this feels illegal to see

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ynln: simply lovely

username: THE CAPTION

username: omg theyre still together

maxverstappen: Best day with you 💙

username: love yn posting the fan pic of them kissing

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maxverstappen1: Couldn't have asked for a better weekend 💪🏻

username: THE KISS

ynln: what a win 💙🏆

username: hes been looking so good lately

username: boyfriend life suits him

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ynln: that's my winner right there 💙

username: they've both been looking so good lately

username: shes been so bold lately i love it

maxverstappen1: mijn mooie meisje (my pretty girl)

| ynln: 💙💙💙

username: my parents i love them 😭

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YN: So you've been on a winning streak lately,

Max: Yes I've got to keep your eyes on me somehow, traitor.

YN laughing: It was one day of media in McLaren months ago! That you dragged me out of by the way. But yes, you're certainly impressing everybody lately.

Max: I'm impressing you too though, right?

YN rolling your eyes: Yes Max, I'm impressed love.

Max grins and looks smug.

redbullracing: Whatever motivates you, @/maxverstappen1 💪🏻🏆

username: SHE CALLED HIM LOVE ON LIVE TV

username: redbull is so over them and so in love with them

username: ok but is nobody going to talk about how much more confident she is

| username: no bc if he had said that to her months ago she'd have been a blushing mess

| username: and now look at her, giving it as good as she gets

username: he looks so proud

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