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quinniferhughesenthusiast · 12 days ago

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a man cumming in his pants is just so hot, so exhilarating

brb need to to charge my vibe

BACK AGAIN 😩‼️

You think Luke could cum just from you kissing/biting at his neck? Cause I think he definitely would.

Messy open mouthed kisses right against his throat and he's whining and struggling to keep his hips from bucking up towards you to try and ease the ache. He'd be such a whiny baby abt it, like almost teary eyed at the feel of your teeth against his skin or how it'd feel when you're leaving dark purple marks just below where his team would see it under his jersey neckline.

Sensitive bb that one i think.

YOU’RE ALWAYS WELCOME AMOUR, AND ME TOO! God, we’re on the same freakquency bc he’d be so squirmy, literally sweating from how riled up he is and, I’ll charge your vibrator while I tell you this, his whines would be so gaspy and pathetically blubbered.

God forbid anyone were to walk past the bedroom right now, Luke would be mortified if anyone else heard his pleading whines and deep moans, your name rolling off his tongue to the sounds of your lips sucking on his skin. You’re straddled all pretty on his lap, planting open-mouthed kisses along his neck, warm lips wet on his column and trailing all the way up to his jaw and down to his shoulder as your hands alternate from squeezing his biceps and pecs to tugging on his curls that reside on his nape. Every grope pulls another soft moan from him, his large hands clutching onto your waist and securing you on his cock - stiff and desperate, tormented from the way you’ve been rocking against him. It’s a dizzying torment. In nothing but his boxers from where you had slowly stripped him under the whimsical charm of your kisses, satisfying his desire. You bring your lips to the junction where the base of his neck meets his shoulder, pressing your mouth to his skin and humming when he blubbers out a whimper as your teeth nip the flesh.

He cranes his neck, opening the surface area while breathing heavily, his voice strained and whiny, almost huffing out his words as sweat begins to prickle over his skin. He’s cute when he’s like this, and when you notice his hair beginning to stick to his neck and forehead, you suck the skin between your teeth hard, swirling your tongue over the spot.

“Playing hockey with the boys tomorrow ‘nd they’re gonna tease me.” Luke breathes out, his eyes fluttering close as his hips jolt up against you, the brief friction on his cock shooting a sudden pleasure that almost has him in shock.

You like the way he’s struggling, hands gliding over his nipples and feeling them pebble, moving to his hair and twirling one of his curls around your finger. And all he can do is knead your waist and peer down at you and your half-lidded eyes.

“Thought you liked the attention? Don’t you like it when they see the aftermath? You told me you got off on it.” You tease, slotting your lips onto the base of his neck, licking over his salty skin and biting down, suckling until another pink mark blooms.

He tilts his head back, lips parting and releasing another mewl when heat rushes to his face again, cheeks burning pink and guiding your hips to roll over his dick - a distraction, denial that you’re sending him to the clouds just with your mouth to his neck alone. He never knew he was this sensitive until now.

“I do. I fucking love it, love when they see what we’re capable of.” He mutters, tears brimming his eyes and threatening to fall with how incredible he feels, excitement bursting in his stomach when you suck a particularly sensitive spot on his column. “Oh, right there- fuck!”

Satisfied, you pull back, not far but enough that your breath fans across his skin, lips grazing down to his collarbone, applying little butterfly kisses over the surface, encouraged by his writhing beneath you, his sobs and how his cock begs for your cunt achingly. It’s exhilarating listening to his pleads like a song, they cry out breathless on repeat, pathetic but not in a sense where he’s in pain. It’s the opposite, he’s having the time of his life, wrapped in a blanket of pleasure and craving more, overstimulated by being told to hold back while you’re right there on top of him, separated by the thin barrier of underwear.

Your fingers glide over his cheek, thumb wiping away the wetness while he gazes with desperation in his eyes. Leaning your head onto his shoulder, you give him a small, coy smile, eyes glazed over with desire as all you give him is the grinding of hips against his and watching his lip quiver.

“You enjoying this? Enjoying my pretty pussy on your cock? Marking you up? Huh? Use those words, pretty baby.” You tease, flashing him large eyes and a pout, pride filling you seeing his collar of hickeys just below his neck. “Mmm, love you so much, Lu. Always a good boy.”

Your pace speeds up, lips attaching back to his neck and repeating the sloppy kisses from before, finding every spot that hits a nerve and makes his hips jolt up and whimpers become louder, faster, unrestrained now.

“F-huuck- yes, love it, love you, don’t stop. God, fucking please don’t stop, I could cum.” He confesses, moving your hips to drag your cunt over his bulge, the sensation becoming a concoction of euphoria and keenness with the attention his neck’s receiving.

“Then do it. Cum, puppy, don’t hold back, wanna feel your boxers soaking, yeah?”

“Yes, angel. Won’t hold back, please keep going.” Luke bleats, his hand gently holding the back of your head to keep you on his throat and grant him access to a seventh heaven without restraint, without any command other than letting the pressure in his stomach go and let you feel what you do to him.

And when he does, you do, in fact, feel it. The warmth between your thighs, the way his muscles relax, and grip falls weak, how he tips his head back and slips an elongated groan of relief, without a care that cum seeps through the fabric and soaks into your panties. You’re proud, a giddiness in your chest and you caress his cheek comfortingly once more, snuggling into his chest and whispering how well he did, how he’s your good boy and sharing a tight and much needed cuddle with your beloved boyfriend.

#hammy’s recs #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes smut

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quinniferhughesenthusiast · 13 days ago

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ohhhhhh meg, quinn fics from you (fics from you in general but I digress) are always top tier

love a good cowboy that’s obsessed with you. I mean is there any other way to live, really?

also love that Quinn is so desperate for you that he is waiting to lick up every drop and just letting gravity do the work, such a patient boy. it’s like when you tap the maple trees and have to wait for the sap to come.

ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴ' ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴ'

Pairing | Cowboy!Quinn Hughes x afab!reader. Summary | (nsfw) | Long hours of working all day and coming home to you is the best part of it all, especially when you’re wearing his shirt. Authors Note | I haven’t written Cowboy!Quinn yet so here’s something for him! This is way too long for a blurb, my bad.

The sun’s almost set by the time Quinn walks through the front door, sliding his boots off, hanging his jacket on the coat hooks, hanging his hat up next to yours before ruffling his hair and his heavy footsteps creaking through the hallway into the kitchen. He’s become immune to the tiredness by now, growing up and working on the ranch his whole life does that to a man, but he wouldn’t have it any other way, especially if it means he can come home to you. Like now.

He leans against the doorframe, folding his arms over his sturdy chest, a soft smile across his lips as he watches you pour him a glass of whiskey, setting it onto the dining table. Quinn licks his lips, taking in, what he thinks, is a beautiful sight - you, wearing just his t-shirt and your panties, the ones with the lace trimming.

Striding over, he spins you around to pull your back to his chest, arms wrapping around your waist and you giggle, leaning back.

“Hey, darlin’.” He mutters, voice deep and rumbly and he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. “This my shirt?”

“Yeah, I missed you ‘n’ couldn’t wait.” You hum, feeling a rush of warmth through you as he lays small and gentle kisses along your neck, his breath warm against your skin and his muscles relaxing against you.

“Don’t be, suits you. Like seeing you wear them.” Quinn whispers, “I missed you too, sweetheart.”

You both stand like that, swaying gently as he pulls you closer. Your scent, your presence and his overriding love for everything you do leads him into a mental field where his mind runs wild. The way you wear your hair, how his t-shirt just about covers your ass, yet your panties peek out when it rises up, the warmth radiating off of your supple skin, how he can see your nipples through the fabric. It’s dirty, lustful but he thinks you always look incredible in anything you wear and the fire that brews inside him when you speak is riling. It’s one of those moments when he’s extra grateful to have his own cabin.

He creeps his hands under your t-shirt, his fingertips cold against your warm body, tracing over your stomach and waist, hooking around the waistband of your panties, pulling them back and letting them snap against your skin. Your breath hitches slightly, his palms, calloused from the manual labour he does, encasing your hips and his beard tickles your neck, a soft hum releasing from you as his touches awaken tingles.

“We got an hour, right?” he asks, pushing his hips into your ass. His hand slips down the front of your panties, pads of his fingers slowly meeting your clit and you gasp, the chill pleasurable but you manage to hum in agreement.

Pleasure rushes to your head, an airy moan leaving your throat as Quinn rubs circles, playing until he decides what to do with you next. You go to take the ends of your t-shirt, but his free hand pulls them away, his lips grazing your ear and his name whimpers off your tongue.

“Keep it on, s’hot.” He glides his fingers through your folds, spreading the arousal. “Been waitin’ all day for this, darlin’. Let me hear how good you feel.”

The whine that graces his ears is everything he needs to hear before he’s pulling his hand out, spinning you around, taking the backs of your thighs into his hands and lifting you onto the kitchen counter. It happens so fast you don’t get a chance to process it, and when you can process again, he’s sliding your panties off, spreading your knees wide and leaning down, lips delicately meeting your thighs, lining the inner flesh with kisses until his nose prods your cunt, breath hot and enticing a fluttering feeling. He knows what he’s doing, he’s listening to your ragged breathing and soft whines as his lips ghosts over your folds, kissing your pulsing clit before licking a stripe through your folds.

His hands grip your thighs, holding them apart while his head dips into your heat, tongue lapping with a deliberate languid pace and doing everything he can to ensure his nose bumps your clit the way you love it. Quinn knows his way around your body, your head hitting the wall gently as his tongue slurps up the arousal, lips sucking your clit and rallying up as much stimulation as he can in one go. You peer down, fingers threading through his hair and gripping tight, a vibrating moan striking your jaw weak as it falters with every keen lap that increases in his pace, his hunger getting the better of him. You can’t begin to comprehend the frenzy spiralling in your stomach, hurling through veins in waves.

The elation’s dumbing and he lets you squeeze your thighs around his head, feeling his smile against your folds as he moans while flicking the tip of his tongue over your swollen clit. “Fuck- Qui-Quinn! So good, fuck!”

Quinn, drowning in the warmth of your cunt and feeling his cock grow harder with every mewl that you cry, chuckles and swipes a long strip through your folds before turning his pace brutal, fast and like he’s been deprived and starved for months, your arousal catching in his beard and turning the world silent around him. He’s forgotten about dinner, he doesn’t care about his stomach rumbling, the only taste he needs is yours on his tongue as he devours you. Fervid bliss pulls your back into an arch, his thick middle finger sliding inside you with ease and pumps fast before the second enters alongside, drawing in and out and curling to pet the spongy spot notorious for awakening complete fulfilment in your body.

“Don’t stop, oh my God, Quinn don’t fucking stop.” Your voice wails through the kitchen, sweat sealing your t-shirt to your skin, his fingers hitting deep enough that jolts your hips up and the stimulation is tightening like a coil in your stomach. “Like that, Q, oh!”

“You like that, pretty girl?” His voice vibrates against you, muffled but you know exactly what he’s saying, it’s the pet name only he calls you, the sentence only he teases you with when he knows you’re on the verge of falling limp.

You sob out, fingers gripping his hair tight and tugging with every dip of his head, somehow the way he’s lapping you up gets better with every lick. “Yes!”

Quinn’s thrilled to have his own cabin, because eating you out is only the start of the night, especially when your orgasm rips through you and rings in your ears (and blesses his when you whine out his name in a mantra), his tongue set under your hole and letting the cum seep onto the muscle, lapping up the excess after he’s done.

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#hammy’s recs #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes smut

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quinniferhughesenthusiast · 14 days ago

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girlllllll I’m about to eat each and every one of these up

CAMP EVERGREEN MASTERLIST

an nhl x summer camp au.

my credentials? i worked at a summer camp for four years. best time ever.

fics:

luke hughes x reader (sunny) (10.4K)

more to be added as they are posted.

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quinniferhughesenthusiast · 14 days ago

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totally gonna do this but I’m gonna have to think for a long while with my long ass name

Put a song for every letter in your username! (aka HOW MANY SONGS WITH Z DO I KNOW??????)

spoiler it’s under the tag bc my username is huge smh

thank you @star2fishmeg for the tag, love u big🫶🏻

no pressure tags: @rowdyluv @amourtoken @nemophilisteel @wineauntie @crowsofdarkness @quinniferhughesenthusiast

Zombies - the cranberries

Zero - Smashing Pumpkins

Beautiful Soul - Jesse McCartney

Uncharted - Make Them Suffer

Because i liked a boy - Sabrina Carpenter

Betty - Taylor Swift

Long way home - 5sos

Elevated - State Champs

Guns and ships - Hamilton Soundtrack

Ultra violet - Spiritbox

Magic - One Direction

Blackout- Breath Carolina

IDWT$ - Bad Omens

That’s so true - Gracie Abrahams

Caught in the middle - Paramore

Homesick - Noah Kahan

Ziggy Stardust - David Bowie

Zero to Hero - The Hercules Soundtrack

#hammy’s moots

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quinniferhughesenthusiast · 22 days ago

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may be less active on here in the coming months because big brother started and I’m and avid watcher

#hammy’s yappings

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quinniferhughesenthusiast · 23 days ago

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oh sundress season, you are magical

Can we have sweet luke seeing you in a sundress and getting horny

Hey there, my sweet lovely. There was a specific time I had been—still am—a menace with sundresses thots. My main witness: @ajuice-matts (<- this girl started it, I fear. She sent me wild thoughts about it, especially tugging on the top WHAT), and my lovely friends here who got me yapping about sundresses. Also, special mention @definitelynotdomanique (-> I remember the tits or ass convo we got and it really stayed in my head). Now, now, I hope I wrote this well enough. I included a bonus content here in your POV. Like always, it is optional but it does contain a glimpse of the date. Also, excuse his hat in the picture, he's just Lukey. His curls are immaculate, aren't they? I wanna tug on it. So cute!!

Sundresses and Summer Dates

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut and Fluff, Slight Oral Sex (f receiving), Unprotected sex (please be safe! Use protections!), Lukey being horny, Slight car sex detail (in Bonus; the SLIGHTEST (one small paragraph); careful where you get intimate, lovelies)

Count: 2157 words (+ 1095) | Masterlist | Taglist

Luke audibly gulps when you step out of the walk-in closet with that flowy dress that swishes below your knees and its color is making you glow. His eyes trail to the tiny flowers printed and embroidered on the fabric. It looks so beautiful on you. You look beautiful.

He gulps hard, thanking his decision to wear black pants and a loose-fitted button-down shirt which he got half-tucked into his pants. He promised to be normal for your date today. He already feels hot and bothered. How can he not when his sweet girl looks so amazing? This is not good for him. He will probably—

His thoughts trail when he notes the way you tighten the string on your low neckline. Pulling it makes your cleavage appear delectable, meaning he might as well be drooling. He's so mesmerized by your tits. He just wants to grab them and bury his face on it. As you step, he notices the slit running up your thigh. It isn't too pronounced but he can see it. The flowy skirt swishes to give him a glimpse of your leg and he might die. He's in so much trouble, isn't he? There's no way he can survive the whole date. No. Way.

He freezes when your eyes meet his. You smile at him. He may as well burst at the seams, his cheeks burning, as you stop so close to him. You stare up at him with wide eyes emphasized by your mascara and a slightly shimmery eyeshadow. You're so pretty.

"Can you help tighten the strings for me, Lukey?" You ask so sweetly. When he helplessly nods, his voice failing him, you grin. "Make sure to fix the part that cinches too. Please."

"Mmhmm," he hums, nodding with determination, some of his curls bouncing on his temple, brushing his reddening ears.

He honestly doesn't know how to tighten your dress, but he can tie his skates, so how hard can it be?

After a few seconds of him tugging and fixing what you told him to fix, he realizes it isn't hard but a bit confusing. He panics whenever you tell him to pull it tighter, but after ten minutes, he finishes his task, his lips turning into a proud smile when you give him a kiss.

"Thank you, Lukey," you murmur against his lips, your hands smoothing over his chest, down his abdomen, hooking into his belt hoops. You smile, tugging him forward, making him wrap his arms around you. "Oh, what's this?"

He shudders. His secret is all out. His hard-on presses against you. He literally can't speak as you giggle at his problem. Why are you so cruel? He's suffering from your gorgeousness and you're laughing at him.

"We have a date, Lukey." You pout, your hands popping open his pants. "We got a flower arrangement workshop and beach! I wanna go to the beach." You shake your head, lecturing him when you're the one unzipping him, the one crumpling his shirt, and the one slipping your hand into his briefs to wrap around his cock. "Lukey, you're so hard."

"You're being so fucking mean," he gasps, stumbling with his words, stepping back against the wall, grunting when you step closer. You start to jerk him off and he's losing it. "I just..."

"You just?" You urge, your eyes falling on his lips, your thumb teasing over his slit.

"I just needed a minute then you—Fuck!" He hissed when you trace a finger from his base to his tip, when you smeared his pre-cum around his head then down his length. He panted, "W-we'll be late for the workshop."

Luke is the one who found that workshop and signed you both up when he saw your excitement after he mentioned it. He only aims to please, to see you happy, while also to experience that with you. He loves it when he makes you laugh or excited or happy or giddy. He loves it all.

Although, right now, when you're kissing the corner of his lips, not letting him kiss you, when the soft glide of your hands makes him shiver, when all he wants is to take you to bed and fuck you, he is doubting that you two should go at all. It suddenly doesn't matter that he carefully planned this day. Maybe he could reschedule everything. Afterall, it is summer.

"I am sweet, and I..." Your warm breaths fan over his lips, pushing him further into a haze with his heart pounding in his ears. "…know that the workshop is in two hours, and the drive is just half an hour. So..."

With his hands coming up to your cheek and your nape, Luke pulls you into a kiss, a soft gentle peck turning into a feral mash of your lips and his, as he rolled his hips to thrust into your hand. Your touch is so perfect, but he would rather touch you.

One moment he was against the wall, the next he was pushing you down on the edge of the bed, his tongue memorizing the feel of your tongue against his, like it's his first time kissing you. The taste of mint is wonderful when it's mixed with you. So sweet, so refreshing, so delicious.

"I love this dress," he groaned, tugging at the string you tied. Your hand stops, your breath hitching as he undoes the ribbon, his fingers grazing your cleavage. "You look beautiful, sweetheart."

"I've been waiting for you to say that," you rasp, falling back on your forearms, gazing at him like he has given you the world.

While his hand plants on your side to support his weight, his other hand slips into the slit of your dress, tracing up, up, and up until he finds...nothing. No bloomers or shorts. No lace panties that you love to wear during your dates. All he finds is your soft and heated skin and your wet and quivering pussy.

"Sweet, huh?" He growls, his voice rumbling in his chest. "I don't think so, naughty girl."

He kisses you again, pushing you to lay down, his fingers sliding into your pussy, gasping as you clamp around his fingers. Fuck. His. Life.He moves his thumb around your clit, teasing it, making you whine into his lips. His other hand slips underneath you to unravel what he had laced.

When you spread your legs, he's there, kneeling on the floor, his tongue running up from entrance to your aching clit, then diving into your quivering heat. He groans at your taste, at the feel of your skirt as he grips your ass. Even better than the mixture of mint and you. So fucking divine. Your heady taste might as well be his meal for every day and every hour of his life.

"Oh, fuck, Luke!" You scream, your hands tugging at his curls, your back arching, your hips pressing against his ministrations.

He greedily gulps your wetness, panting hot breaths against your pussy when you tighten around his tongue, sliding and curling in your sweet pussy, stretching you until he sees you rolling your eyes as he reaches that spot that has your toes curling every time. He grinds down against your clit with his nose, before he dips two fingers right below his tongue.

You whimper, shaking your head. "I need more than this, Luke. Please."

But he wants to make you come on his face. He wants to drink up your cum. He needs that, but fine, he can't resist you. He moves, grunting when he separates himself from his meal, greedily licking his lips to savor your arousal on his face. He crawls over you, tugging his pants down, hooking your legs around his waist. He runs his length along your folds, shuddering as his sensitive tip grazes your clit. This is unreal. You're just so beautiful with the dress spilling around you. Your hair looks like halo. No. A crown. Fuck, how can he be so lucky to have you?

He licks your stained lips before he dives for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, as he sinks his cock in your pussy. He lets you take him, inch by fucking inch. He knows that you can take it.

"Luke," you whine, writhing to meet his thrusts. "Fuck."

Like before, he's mesmerized. Your cheeks are so red. Tears gleam in your eyes. Your tits bounce with his thrusts, but he isn't satisfied. He pulls down your neckline, letting you tits spill out so he can grope them, so he can play and twist and tug your nipples. Fuck, he's obsessed with your tits. They feel so perfect in his palms, like you're made just for him. For him. No one else. Just him.

"I love you," he pants, moaning at the sight of your eyes rolling up for a second. That's him. That's all him. He's making your pretty eyes roll up. Him. It's him.

"I love you too, Luke," you breathe out, reaching so he moves closer. "My sweet Lukey."

"Hmmm," he hums, tasting the sound of your endearment, taking it down to his soul, his very being. "Again," he demands.

A smile tugs on your lips. You repeat, "My sweet Luke."

Your lightly wet hand—the one you jerked him with, the one you used to smear his pre-cum all over him—finds his cheek. He shudders. You're making him so fucking dirty. He likes that so much. He's yours to mess with. All of him. He presses a kiss on your palm, then he licks, from palm to the tips of your fingers. Every single one.

He grins when you curse, smirks when you scream as his guides that hand to your clit. He helps you play with that pearl of pleasure that has tears running down your pretty face. He marvels, wondering why your mascara isn't smearing. He wonders if it's sorcery or you're simply fucking amazing. He bets it's the latter. His logical mind is turned off, forgetting that hours of you ranting about waterproof mascaras and its risks but you said fuck the risks because it looks amazing on you. There's no way that he can remember that as his mind fills with the feel of your pussy clenching around him, with the wet sound his hips slamming against your ass, with the need to hear more of your whines, groans, moans, and cries. His mind is totally empty about anything else.

"Tell me who's making you feel good," he rumbles, feeling his orgasm so fucking close.

"You," you sob, your legs quivering "Fuck, I'm so close."

"Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me whose pussy is this."

"Yours," you cry.

"Fuck yes, it is. It's mine." It comes out like a growl, his voice dropping in a octave, but it's a pathetic fucking growl, because it breaks. It trembles as his emotions—his impossibly deep love for you, his nearly obsessive need for you—squeezes up his throat. "You're mine. All mine."

You come with a broken wail. Your fingers stop circling your clit, so he moves them himself. He watches you writhe and struggle between the choices of pulling him in or pushing him away. Luke makes the choice for you, slamming hard into your pussy, his cum spurting in harsh and hot rivulets. His own thighs shake, feeling like fucking jelly. This is so good. So good.

He rests his forehead against yours, inhaling your exhales, feeling so greedy with you. All he needs is you.

"I love you," he says again, his eyes burning. Before you say it back, he repeats with more desperation. "I love you, my Heart."

You shiver before you smile so tenderly. Your hands come up to brush away the tears that escape him. "I love you, my Soul."

His eyes widen, because that's new and he loves the sound of that.

He demands you to say it again, and you do. And again. And again. He's weeping by the fourth time, feeling so overwhelmed by the endearment and his love for you.

"I want to spend forever with you," he confesses, hiccupping. "May I please keep you forever?"

You grin with tears streaming down your face. "Only if I can have you too."

"You have me," Luke sniffles.

"Then we're stuck with each other. Forever."

"Forever," he echoes, feeling his shoulders lighten from the load he didn't know was there.

For minutes, you two spend just holding each other.

You both ignored the fact that that time is ticking. That you are both a mess and need to fix yourself within ten minutes or you will be late. That his cum is already dripping around his dick and out of your pussy, making a mess of the dress he is so fucking obsessed with.

You two savor each other like you always do.

Luke loves that more than anything.

˚｡⋆ ❀ ˖ Bonus: Your POV ˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚

"You've cut that one way too much, Lukey," you tease Luke who is currently stressing over his vase and has been going scissor heavy. It won't be long until he's left with every flower in a competition of being the shortest. "Don't cut it again."

He huffs, frowning as he side-eyes you, snipping. He immediately regrets his decision after he placed it in the vase. "What the fuck!"

He earns a lot of attention from the other couples on their own tables. He immediately blushes red, ducking his curly head as if that will help him hide his over-six-feet body.

"I told you so," you say in a sing-song voice, nudging him with your elbow. "Not having fun?"

"No, I am," he lies, flinching as he meets your eyes. He pouts, sighing, "I'm just frustrated. I don't get it."

"Let me help you," you offer. He looks at you like you're going to sabotage him. "Oh, come on, Lukey. I'm basically a master at flower arrangements."

You're not. Both of you know it. The evidence is right in front of you. Your flowers are a mess but at least they're properly prepped, not turning into stumps. The only problem in your vase is how much you overload it. The harmony is nonexistent, but you're proud of it. Plus, you'll be taking home a lot of flowers. You're definitely a genius. Not at arrangements though.

"Fine. Just don't add more flowers. I don't want a forest." He scrunches his nose.

You gasp, feigning offense. "How dare you."

You two bickers, grinning ear to ear, elbows digging in each other's sides. You help him with trimming, sneaking one flower or two when he's looking away, giving him your best puppy-eyes when he realizes your addition, being dramatic when he complains so he ends up compromising by letting them be. It's so fun. By the end of the workshop, you have two overfilled vases that don’t pass the flower arrangement standard and are secured by seatbelts in the backseat of Luke's car.

After a few minutes of driving, he asks, "Are you hungry?" His hand softly squeezes your thigh, not knowing that you're getting riled up from his touch.

"Not really. I wanna see the ocean, Lukey." You place your hand on his hand, so he overturns his to hold yours.

"Are you sure? We haven't had lunch." His eyebrows meet, looking so worried. Your Lukey always worries about you, and it makes you feel soft and mushy.

So even if you're not hungry, you say, "Maybe we can get drive thru. I'll feed you as you drive."

His reaction is immediate; he looks relieved. It's like just taking care of you makes him feel good. You feel the same way. You worry about him so much that your heart feels tight. When he's on ice. When he gets cross-checked or simply hitting the boards. When he's travelling and playing so far away. When he calls you while holding back tears after a frustrating game. When he wins but instead of fully celebrating, he looks forlorn from being far away. It's hard but you try your best because you know he tries his.

He smiles when he meets your eyes, his cheeks flushing. Yours also heats up. Clearing your throat, you try to contain your feels and turn on the radio, singing along to the songs you know.

Luke ends up getting you both the biggest burgers, fries, and soda. They're so comically large that it's actually so hard to eat, so he pulls to a gas station. You two eat, laughing when one bites and makes a mess on the handkerchiefs on your laps. While you eat, you also people-watch. You two—silently or not silently—gaze at different people, wondering where they go and what they do in life. But most of the time, you two simply stare at each other with smiles on your faces.

"Now, we smell like burgers," you tease, folding your leftovers neatly for later, while Luke crumples his wrappers.

"I don't mind." He shakes his head, before he pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue sliding in to meet yours. "Do you?"

You shake your head, panting, your legs closing as heat rushes down south. "Umm, Luke, your windows are heavily tinted, right?"

His Adam's apple bobs as he gulps. He nods, his jaw working. "Let me put the flowers in the trunk."

He does, while you climb over the console. When he joins you, you're already ready for him, mounting his lap to fuck him. At some point of the tryst, he has you on your back instead. It's quick but it feels so good. He even cleans your pussy with his tongue, making you come again, before you two are the on the road again.

You fall asleep after ten minutes of driving. When he shakes you awake, it is already late afternoon, and the sounds of waves crashing on the sands is a clear indicator where you are.

"Sorry for sleeping on you," you yawn, sighing as he pulls you to his side to keep you from falling or tripping on the sands.

"You snore," he laughs.

"No, I don't!"

"How would you know?" He snickers.

You huff, rolling your eyes, bumping your hip against his. "Whatever."

That only makes him laugh harder, his curls moving with the wind, the sun dipping down the horizon and casting a warm glow on his cheeks. He looks handsome. Beautiful, even.

You push him away to shake him off his mood of teasing you, hurriedly removing your sandals, grinning when he does the same. You run, your feet sinking into the rough and wet sands, the warm water teasing your ankles when the wave comes, your skirt bellowing behind you. When his hands grab your waist, you grin up at him, your cheeks hurting from all the smiling today.

"Let's dance, Lukey," you whisper as he turns you to face him.

"Okay," he agrees like the sweetest man ever.

With the skies splash with orange, red, pink, and purple, with the smell of salt from the sea, with the water sodding your skirts and his pants, you two dance with your laughter and the beat your hearts as music.

You can't wait to show him all the dresses you bought for him. Or the lingerie he has yet to notice in your shared closet.

You can't wait to have more dates with him.

You can't wait to experience forever with him.

Because he’s your Love. Your Soul. Your Everything.

Yours.

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quinniferhughesenthusiast · 24 days ago

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we love breeding kink lukey, always so willing do whatever you need from him

smut. can you write something with Luke where the reader has a breeding kink and Luke is kind of surprised?

Hiiii, lovely. How are you? 😌 I hope you're ready for straight up smut 😌😌😌 You might want to kick me into my jail cell for this. I'm ready. Lock me up, i say while offering my hands. 🧎🏻‍♀️ Anyway, this is just a short one. Also, spy the new break I made. The leaves and flowers are totally evenly spaced (i'm coping).

Something New and More

18+. Whore Thoughts. Smut. Unprotected Sex. Breeding Kink (context in the fic: Luke always pulls out and well.... 😏)

Luke didn't hear you at first. He couldn't comprehend your words

His mind was focus on the feel of your hands rubbing and clenching on his arms, on the sight of your tits bouncing and pressing against his chest, on the tremble of your stomach, scent of you—your shampoo and conditioner, your body wash, your lotion or oil, basically everything—and especially the way your pussy clenching around his cock.

The slick sound of skin meeting skin, of your slickness squelching, of your breathy moans and groans, and your mutterings of his name was echoing in his ears and down his soul. Every time he fucked you, you rattled his very being.

And when your hand reached to cup his jaw, guiding him to look into your eyes, he felt like he was melting. Your thumb tracing over his bottom lip, slightly pressing downwards, had shivers ran down his spine. His blood was rushing to his cock and it ached. He want to come so badly. He needed to pull out, but he wanted...He wanted—

Then it clicked.

His hips slowed as he blinked at you. With a ragged voice, he asked, "What did you say?"

"I don't like it when you pull out. I—" your fingers tracing his jaw, then slipping to tug at his curls, "—need you to come inside. Please, Luke, inside. Need it inside my pussy."

He stilled, leaning his forehead against yours, because he felt himself leak. He panted, his heart thundering in his chest, his weight almost crushing you but he couldn't care. He needed the close proximity to keep himself from fraying. He grunted as your pussy squeezed once and fucking twice.

Your legs crossed tighter around his lower back, gripping him tightly. Your hips rolling, urging him to move, you continued, "I want you to cum in my pussy like you want to breed me. Fill me up, Luke. Please."

Luke almost came from your words alone, from your whiny and pleading voice. Honestly, he was shocked, because you'd never said that before. Not even the slightest hint. So, he was taken aback but fuck, he loved the sound of that.

He resumed his thrusts, smirking when you bit your lip, when your back arched as he angled his thrust to get deeper in your pussy.

"You want me to fuck you until it takes?" His lips ghosted yours, feeling the your soft and shaky breath. "You want me to fill you up with my cum and plug you with my cock?"

"Please, please, please," you begged again and again.

He snatched a pillow from the side. "Lift your hips," He whispered with kisses between each word.

You barely did because he was still on you, but he managed to slip the pillow underneath your ass. He lifted, his hands gripping your waist and hip.

He fucked you harder and harder. His sweet girl wanted him to come inside, so he would. But he needed you to come first. You first. Always.

He rolled his hips, slamming into you in deep and full strokes that pounded right against the spot that had you screaming his name in loud and breathy moans that drew his own. He grunted and groaned, loving the way he brings you pleasure. He would never get tired of this.

He didn't stop until your legs twitched and pussy was trembling and coming around his aching cock. He rode your orgasm, teasing your clit, gripping your hips so tightly that he knew he would leave fingerprint bruises.

A few more strokes and he came, releasing his hot cum as deep as he could. He gritted his teeth as your pussy gripped him like vice, convulsing and so fucking greedy for his cum.

"Fuck, it feels so good, Luke. I feel so full," you cried, your tears falling from the corners of your eyes. "Kiss me."

Luke wasted no time. He kissed you so tenderly while also roughly, panting into your lips as he spurted the last beads of his cum. It was clear that you enjoyed it. Luke did too. He knew he wouldn't pull out anymore. No fucking way. Not after he saw how happy you looked.

For minutes, with his half-hard cock plugging you, he kissed and whispered soft praises for taking him so well, his hands caressing your arms, your waist, and your already tender hips. He softly apologized for them while he teased that he would give you more.

Then, after a few more, when you were ready to go again, your hips rolling as your hand lightly pressed on his abdomen, he was too. His cock was still so sensitive, but he didn't let it stop him from starting again.

Because he must give you more.

Totally holding back from typing the whole LYHFML fron Shatter Me (bevause duh). Gosh i need to resume reading that series (i only read the first three). I miss Aaron Warner.

I need to sleep earlier...it's 3AM....umm good night!! 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

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quinniferhughesenthusiast · 26 days ago

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my phone is so hot, I wonder if it knows I was reading smut and got all hot and bothered

I know I did

#hammy’s yappings

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quinniferhughesenthusiast · 26 days ago

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subby jack? oh I am sat.

love love love this and need more stat (if you feel like it <3)

I’m sure jack loves being called your cry baby, totally gives him butterflies

cry baby, jack hughes

pairing jack hughes x fem!reader warnings smut, riding, sub!jack, licking tears away, spitting in his mouth, overstimulation, unprotected sex, mentions of him coming inside, established relationship wc 0.9k

“f-fuck, baby, h-hurts.” jack rasps between open-mouthed gasps, his eyes squeezed tight shut as he pushes his head further into the headboard.

his body fought with itself. his mind unable to decide if he should thrust his overstimulated cock up deeper into your warm cunt or pull it away due to how sensitive it was.

his eyes snapped open at a particularly harsh roll of your hips, his pulsing tip hitting up inside you in the perfect way. and his mouth dropped open with a quiet moan, his eyebrows furrowing tight in pleasure.

the noises echoing across his room were nothing but sinful. the loud wet smacks of your thighs dropping back down against him and your equally loud moans were like his favourite song.

and right when he thought it couldn’t get better– or worse due to how overwhelmed his body felt– it did. because when his vision cleared enough for him to see the familiar white ring around the base of his bare cock he almost died.

his chest felt heavy due his lack of oxygen, his breath stuck in his throat as he was too locked into the sight to allow himself the luxury of air. he was almost too scared to breathe, too scared to do anything that could potentially break his focus.

his stomach caved in on itself when your hand moved down from its spot on his good shoulder to rest against his lower stomach, your palm pressing almost too hard against his bladder.

and when he glanced up at your face and saw the way you smirked at his reaction, his cheeks burning in retaliation– knowing you watched the way his body practically curled into itself at your touch. after all these years together you had the ability to read his body better than he could, and you used it to your advantage at every given opportunity.

which is why you pressed harder against the same spot and did nothing but squeeze your pussy tighter around him when his legs started shaking beneath you.

“too much?” your voice came out in a low hiss, your pleasure still heavy in the way you panted against his ear. when your boyfriend nodded you saw a stray tear trickle down his face and without a second thought you parted your lips, your tongue warm as it chased it down his cheek.

his throat visibly moved when he swallowed his thickened saliva and his hands tightened around your hips, his fingers white due to the pressure he was putting into his hold.

and as much as he was overstimulated, he wanted more. so he used his hold to pull you down harder on his spent cock, his cum from earlier forcing its way out from where your walls gripped around him.

both of your breathing hitched at the new pace. your back arching even closer to him with your tits now bouncing just below his chin. and poor jack was suffering even more.

through his clouded mind he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to pull your nipple in his mouth or to press his lips against yours. he wanted to taste you everywhere at once, to feel the way you fall apart against him whilst he swallowed whatever you gave him, whether it be your moans or cum, and drown them with his own.

but before he could make a decision, you did it for him. your hand pushed off his stomach in a fluid swipe and to wrap around his throat.

jacks neck always fit so perfectly in your hands. you could feel the way his pulse quickened at your bold move and you loved it. you obsessed over the control you had over his body, and you adored feeling it even more.

your lips met his in an intimate, open mouthed kiss. your teeth nipping at his with every quick head tilt, your tongue pushing against his as you attempted to swallow his moans to ensure they melt against your tongue.

when you pulled away you noticed the way his eyes were downturned and zeroed in on the strings of your shared saliva that attached the two of you together.

and when he looked up at you, you knew exactly what he wanted. so you used your thumb and index finger to press enough pressure beneath his jaw, a gesture you always saved for this moment.

his mouth opened right away, his tongue pushing out passed his lips. you had a spark in your eyes when they connected with his, a silent message passing through them when you let a glob of spit land against his awaiting tongue.

it was gross, and you loved it. especially when it always, without fail, was followed with your boyfriend's sweet groan– his eyes filling with more tears as his high crashed over him with no forewarning.

“you’re such a cry baby.” your voice had no real bite to it– which he knew. but still, it made him shy away. his eyes closed when he turned his head down towards his chest, the action squishing your hand between his head and his shoulder.

“but you’re my cry baby,” you moved his face back up, his eyes blinking open when you pressed a small kiss against the corner of his mouth. “you’ve only ever been mine. no one else’s. ever.”

he just modded and shakily moved one hand to press against your clit, his fingers expertly circling around it the way you needed it to. because he too knew your body better than you did.

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quinniferhughesenthusiast · 26 days ago

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we were cosmically destined to be tumblr mutuals

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quinniferhughesenthusiast · 26 days ago

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this is doing wonders for me, sweet meg

begging for some luke smut😫🙏something freaky and nasty, ovulation is hitting hard this month

I hope this satisfied your ovaries, nonnie!!

[Sex toys and degradation kink (slut) themes]

The laptop now sitting on the floor plays the film you’d been watching before this, the sound nothing but a buzz in the background, or perhaps that’s from the vibrator Luke’s holding against your clit, you’re not sure anymore. Your head’s empty, unable to unscramble the words that are stuck in your chest because the pleasure you’re experiencing is beyond anything you’ve felt before. Tears run down your cheeks, your back against his chest with his cock nestled inside your pussy, his free hand holding one thigh open as the arousal floods through your body - a non-stop, intense feeling that’s got you layered in sweat that mixed with his spit and sticking to Luke’s skin. But it feels heavenly.

You arch your back, pressing your face into Luke’s neck and gasping out sharp moans, your hand reaching behind to grip his hair tight. He smiles wide, pressing small kisses to your forehead and bucks his hips slowly, teasingly, making sure you feel his cock glide against your walls that hug him tight and that are melded to his shape perfectly. The feeling’s warm, filling. Your eyes close and jaw hangs open, releasing a moan that’s drawn-out and loud, failing to be muffled by Luke’s neck but he’s riled up by it anyway, his hips thrusting faster. Your voice fumbles, words stuttering but can’t seem to string together between pants as his cock drags in and out of your fluttering cunt.

“I need you to use your words, angel. I love your noises, but your voice is my favourite.” He coos, smirking when your free hand feebly grabs his wrist that holds the vibrator.

“So- so good, Lu. Oh, fuck, oh fuck!” You chant, airily, barely with a breath as the stimulation on your clit plus his dick thrusting inside you send your nerves into an electric frenzy, the fuzzy and tingly feeling in your stomach now a heavy pressure like a tight coil begging to snap. Yet it can’t, you have to hold it, until he says otherwise.

He turns the intensity up, the vibrations ecstatic on your clit and on reflex, you cry an abrupt moan and collapse against his chest, whimpering and panting as you make a frail attempt to clamp your legs together. It’s indescribable, your vision blurs and the tears pour from the overstimulation, Luke’s chuckle taunting you and echoing in your head as you feel as if you’re ascending.

He gently pulls your thigh open with his hand, fingers digging into the flesh and you let your other thigh fall open, murmuring deeply so the vibrations of his chest reverberate into your spine. “Ah, ah, keep those legs wide f’me, wanna give this pretty pussy the treatment it deserves.”

He moves the vibrator in small circular motions, plunging his cock in and out of your cunt while releasing grunting huffs next to your ear, your own whines now uncontrolled as you give into your satisfaction and let the feeling consume you. You have no energy left anyway, his cock’s dumbed you down that all you want to do is soak up as much of this stimulation as you can, let it bloom through your veins and that tightness in your lower stomach starts to feel good, rallying but you can’t hold it much longer - it needs to release and you want him to paint your capacity white until it leaks, you’re coated in the substance anyway from the rounds of watching him spurt and spread it over you, so more adds to the pleasure of it all.

“Luke, please!” You wail, somewhere between a sob and a whine. “Wanna cum.”

You tilt your head back into his shoulder, eyes screwing shut and choking out staggered wails of pleasure with rapture bursting through your nerves and making hairs stand on end, toes curling as you pant out. It’s amazing, the feeling is pure ecstasy and against his body, his cock twitching inside and drilling into your cervix and Luke’s chest feels electric. His abs tensed and a pulling feeling in his stomach, desiring to feel the bliss of claiming you again. “You’re doin’ so well, little longer, angel.” He presses a kiss to your cheek and mumbles to your ear, voice low and only for your ears to hear his words. “My pretty angel, takin’ me so well, makin’ pretty sounds and covered in my spit and cum like the little slut you are. Letting me ruin you, fuck you to sleep, why don’t you grip my arm tighter? Make me bleed, baby. Mark me as yours.”

“Too good…feels…so good…” You pant, cunt pulsing and the vibration added to his size stretching you out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, his name falling from his tongue in a chant before it’s too much to hold back anymore. “Gonna cum, m’sorry…can’t hold it!”

The moment happens so quickly but so intensely. Whatever Luke’s saying is overcome by a temporary deafness, a bright light as your eyes roll back and the pressure you’ve been feeling in your stomach flushes out as your orgasm rattles over you. Luke grins at the moan that erupts from your chest and the trembling of your thighs, thrusting through your high but the vibrator’s time comes to an end and it’s just his dick that’s doing the work, mercilessly plunging through your release until he’s spilling inside you and hot ropes seep from your pussy.

His hips slow until coming to a halt, hand releasing your thigh and guiding it to close until he’s repositioned your bodies into a cuddle, cradling you against his chest and catching his breath.

“S’okay pretty girl, you did so well. Rest now and I’ll run a bath, don’t move until you’re ready, m’kay? I’ve got you.” He whispers, pressing soft kisses to your cheek and head, his hand gently caressing over your waist to your thigh while the thought of the mess on the bed doesn’t cross his mind once - you matter more to him than anything else.

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