#luke hughes drabble

[ruinix]

I feel like you'd understand this, but Luke's abs are so defined... like imagine riding them... I mean whattt who said thattt 🤭🤭

Riding his abs?! Lukey's?! Lovely, do you want me to die? Quinn would be angry with me. I don't want him to be angry with me--- let's do this.

18+. Whore thoughts. Riding abs. Unprotected sex. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Both of you would be panting, soft smiles on your faces, gazing at each other's eyes. Luke would still feel the aftereffects of his orgasm, his legs mushy, his sweat dripping down his body, his heart pounding like it would lurch out of his chest. He spilled his cum so deep inside of you that when he pulled out his softening cock, you two had to wait before his cum started to dribble out of your well-fucked pussy.

Luke would keep kneeling, staring, as he was hypnotized by his cum, by your pussy clenching so hard on nothing, by your fingers spreading your folds so he could see everything.

His cock would stir, physically making his knee quiver. If he was standing, he would've fallen, because how could you turn him on again? After he already came so much. It was like you wanted to milk him of everything. Honestly, he would let you. With his ears ringing, he leaned down on his forearms and kissed you, swallowing the hiss that threatened to escape him when his cock grazed your pussy.

"Lay on your back, Lukey," you said in between kisses.

So, he would, easily overturning your positions, groaning when you gave him a teasing grind over his aching cock, your pussy sliding smoothly over him. He wanted to urge you to go on while at the same time, beg you to give him a bit of a rest. Two warring dilemmas that were answered by you smoothing your hands over his abs before you sat right there.

You would bite down on your kiss-plumped lip, your cheeks reddening by the second, staring down at him like you would when you were on your knees for him, your breaths coming out heavier and heavier. Your fingers teased over the ridges of his muscle, then up to feel his pectorals, his fucking nipples. All he could do was grip your thighs.

"You got the best muscles," you murmured, then you would fucking drag your pussy over his abs, shivering and shaking and gasping. "Feels so good. Can I continue? Please, Luke."

He couldn't say anything as he stared at your pretty face, at your tits that ever so slightly moves with your steady and slow motions, at how your eyebrows were furrowed, at your pleading eyes.

He would nod, which made a small smile appear on your face.

It would take Luke a moment to realize what exactly you were doing. Every drag of your pussy against his skin was leaving a shiny mess of him. A mixture of both of you--cum and sweat--and your increasing arousal.

If he was already hypnotized before, his whole state of mind fell further into it. All he could do was guide your movements, helping you ground yourself on him, and flexing his abs that had you fucking rolling your eyes up.

"How does it feel?" He would ask when he could feel how frantic your movements were getting.

"Amazing," you would say again and again, rolling your hips.

Luke would reach out and feel your tits, tugging and circling and teasing the pebbled peaks one after another. He would help you ride his abs until you finally came. He could basically feel your entrance quivering as your thighs twitched, as your nails dug into his chest.

That would be when Luke would pounce. Fully recovered. He would flip your positions, his cock easily sinking into your still-coming pussy. It would make you whine and whimper, still so fucking sensitive.

He would appease you with a kiss fucking into your heat so roughly. His hands gripping your thighs widely and firmly that he might leave bruises on your delicate skin. His abs glistening from how well you fucked your mixed fluids on his skin.

He fucking loved it. He would want you to ride his abs again as you would his cock or his thighs or his face. He would want the mess. He would want to see your lips agape as you soar over the cliff of your orgasm. He would take everything as long as he got to fuck you right after.

Good night, lovelies. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

-> more thoughts? List.

[pez3639]

filthy, slutty, nasty thots below the cut.

tw: none i think? just lukey pookie having a filthy ass mouth

luke hughes x fem!reader || NSFW 18+

no thoughts, just imagining Lukey going on and on when he fucks you. he takes "talking you through it" to a whole different level. like this man KNOWS he has a filthy mouth and how much you love it. he cant help it. he'd do anything to see you get all hot and bothered. anything just to see you squirm and whine. even when he's not taking the lead, he is narrating everything.

Luke looking down on you, standing between your open legs. He's hunched into himself to get closer to you, making sure you can hear every word he says. his left hand is wound through your hair, tugging at the base of your neck. his right hand sits between your thighs, teasing his fingers in and out of your entrance. He's been at it for so long that your lashline is wet with frustrated tears. his fingers come back up to circle your clit, but never quite hitting the bundle of nerves. his actions cause your chest to rise and fall at a quicker rate.

"Awh what baby? You need me to touch you? I already am though. God, my girls so fucking needy." his fingers begin to pet your clit at an agonizingly slow speed. the air between the two of you is filled with the sounds of your slick and hitching breaths. luke can see you arching into him and takes it as his perfect cue to finally slide his long and deft fingers into you.

"oh theres my girl. fuck so good for me baby. cant believe your mine."

luke is mumbling into you at this point. his heads fallen to your shoulder giving him the best position to see your cunt sucking his fingers in while hearing your increasing moans.

"fuck lukey please" youd cry out for him, squirming under his touch. he breaks from his reverie to stand straighter and look in your eyes. "Is it not enough still? youre practically crying with my fingers inside of you, what are you gonna do when i finally get to fuck you?"

Bonus Thots bc i got lazy and didnt finish:

shit luke would say-

"so perfect baby, fuck. so fucking perfect for me."

"god, you look so pretty like this. love getting to see you so tired after im done with you"

"just like that, pretty. doing so good f'me. yeah keep fucking yourself on my cock"

"yeah, youre gonna cum? c'mon baby let me feel it. want you to make a mess"

"fuck baby im coming. bet you want it all inside of you. yeah, gonna fill you up so fucking good"

AUGH im losing my mind and biting the walls. i just know this man is a yapper, even when he actively has his mouth on your cunt. you cant even understand what hes saying, but hes still going on and on about how good you are.

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

The Manuscript // Luke Hughes

wc: 1.1k

cw: angst, breakup, sad shit man, there’s no happy ending in this.

There was a time where all you could think about was the joy of stepping through the door. The excitement about seeing him. The wonder of what the rest of your day was gonna be like with him.

There was never a time you worried, a time where you ever felt second in his life. You were, and he always said, “will be my number one. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

All that feels so distant. All the love, the spontaneity of him, the kisses in the doorway unafraid if the neighbors saw, the slow dancing in the kitchen.

The late nights he swore he wasn’t tired just so he could have a few more minutes with you. That all seemed so foreign.

Your bed wasn’t a comfort anymore, his pillow wasn’t your safe space while he was gone. He wasn’t yours anymore. No matter how many half hearted “I love you.” he gave as he walked out the door, you knew he wasn’t there. That wasn’t your Luke anymore.

There was a time where you’d wake up to flowers and breakfast in bed. There was a time he’d pick your outfit and give you a time frame to be ready for a date. There weren't any dates anymore. There wasn’t eating dinner together anymore. There was nothing. All you two shared was that stupid apartment that hurt every time you walked into it.

Tears filled your eyes as you packed your last box. Reminders of the words he mumbled as he walked out the door.

“This is my job! You know that! You act like you haven't been around my family and hockey for the last 5 years. This isn't any different. Now I have to go.” All you could do was nod. A silent understanding. He didn't have to understand yet, but you did. It was an understanding that no matter how difficult it was, Luke would always choose the sport over you. And who are you to get in the way of what makes him happiest?

The box that held all the signs of your relationship. All the pictures, all the gifts, the jersey’s, the jewelry. Your neck felt naked, that “L” pendant leaving a burning pain in its wake. You couldn't bother taping it, just left it sitting on the dining table.

One final breath and you were out the door. Dropping your keys with the neighbor and a promise he’ll give them to Luke tomorrow when he returns from the last road trip of the season.

He had wondered why you never responded to his text. You always responded, you always were so excited to see him home. Truthfully? He was excited to be with you again. He missed you so badly. His mind hasn't been right, and he knows he’s been a shitty partner. He’s been eating himself alive with it. Since Jack had his injury he had to pull more weight for the team. He had just hoped you'd understand. You'd be in the kitchen with dinner and he could just talk.

When Luke had finally stepped in front of his door, his shoulder eased. He was met with a dark apartment. An apartment that suddenly didn't feel like your shared home.

As soon as the lights flicked on and he didn't see your shoes or your bag by the front door - his chest felt heavy. His mind runs a mile a minute, the panic setting in the moment he sees the opened box. The folded piece of paper with his name on it, and that necklace he gave you in high school with it is what broke him.

With shaking hands and hot tears slowly falling from his eyes, he grabbed the paper.

Hi Lukey,

I know this is kind of cowardly and for that I apologize, but I didn't know how else to do this. You’ve probably got an idea at this point what’s happening. After you read this, please make sure you listen to the doorbell footage from Tuesday at 5:40pm.

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep breaking my own heart hoping you're going to magically be different. And yeah, that’s shitty of me. I tried talking but I was only met with a stupid empty promise of dinner together tomorrow and those dinners never came. I know it’s been hard for you too. I know you've been so busy with the team and I'll never fault you for that, you're doing your job. You're doing what I know you love, what I've watched you do for so many years. You know the difference though.

I need you to think about how long it’s been since you ate a meal with me? When was the last time you kissed me, or even hugged me? Months, its been months Luke. Months I went feeling like the butt of a really bad joke. Months I felt like I wasn't important, wanted, or loved. I hope you understand my hurt, I hope you can understand why I did this. Why I left. Why I couldn't stay in a home, in a partnership that did not value the other anymore, in a partnership where only one side's feelings mattered.

If there’s anything I forgot for some reason, I went home. You can have Jack or Quinn drop them off when you’re all at the lake house in a few weeks.

I'm sorry Luke. Please take care of yourself, and don't forget, the dryer shrinks your uniform. Has to be on delicates. Good luck, Lukey.

No. Fuck, this cant be happening he thought to himself. This has to be some sick joke. His feet moved faster than his brain did. He was running down the hall, fuck the elevator. He can't wait, he needs to get to the airport.

He wasn't paying any attention, too focused on booking the flight on his phone before he bumped into someone. Not just someone, Jack.

“Hey, hey. Luke! What's your problem, why are you crying?” Jack asked.

“Fuck dude, shes gone. I need to go, I can't let her just leave Jack!”

Shaking his head, he ignored his brother's questions. He had one plan, and it was to get to you.

He opened his phone and went straight to the footage you referenced in your letter.

You were stood in the hallway, tears staining your cheeks. God he hated this, he hated knowing how badly he had hurt you. He never wanted to be the reason for your tears and now he was the only reason behind those. You took a deep breath and looked up to the doorbell. I loved you Luke, so much. I’m so sorry. I lived for the hope of it all for so long now, I hope you understand.

He did understand, he understood why. He didn't blame you for it either. He had lost the one person who loved him, all of him. Flaws and all. He lost her.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

can i request prompt number 18 ew you like candy corn with luke hughes please? i actually like candy corn and i think he would like it too lol

i fucking LOVE candy corn bro not enough people like it 😭 i also agree he probs would like it but i had an idea at the end that i thought was cute so apologies!

~

“Okay, we have pizza, we have soda, we have dessert, we have horror movies to last a lifetime and we have candy,” Quinn declares gesturing to the mountain of food laid out before you.

You, Quinn, Jack, Luke, Trevor, and Cole were all hanging out together for your not so annual halloween party. However, the use of the word party is extremely loose considering it was usually you guys plus any significant others or random friends that have decided to tag along. It also consisted of eating as much food as possible and watching all types of horror flicks until everyone is passed out on the couch in a food coma.

You guys start with a classic horror film, Halloween and you’re each curled into your individual seats. You and Luke on one loveseat, Quinn sitting by himself, and Jack, Trevor, and Cole on the big couch.

You’re almost through your third movie, Jack pausing it so he can go to the bathroom and you turn to look at Quinn.

“Did you buy candy corn?”

“Yes weird gremlin I bought candy corn for you,” he jokes, getting up from his seat and heading to the kitchen to grab it.

“You like candy corn?” Trevor asks and when you nod he makes a face. “That’s disgusting.”

“And this is why you don’t have friends,” you retort and Trevor’s jaw drops, hand reaching up to dramatically clutch his heart while Cole laughs next to him.

“I’ve never had candy corn,” Luke says from next to you and you turn with a loud gasp.

“You’ve never had candy corn?!” you exclaim.

“Here we go,” Cole murmurs and you shoot him a look but you both end up cracking a smile the minute you make eye contact.

“Heads up,” Quinn calls and you can’t even react in time when the bag of candy corn is thrown in your direction.

Luke thankfully catches it and hands it over to you where you rip the bag open quickly and pick out one of the big pumpkin shaped candy corn pieces.

“Try it,” you tell him.

“Is she on this candy corn bullshit again?” Jack asks when he comes walking back into the living room and you flip him off before turning and waiting for the youngest Hughes brother to finally try candy corn.

You watch as Luke takes a bite, unsure at first but then nodding his head as he continues to chew.

“This is pretty good,” he says, smiling lightly.

“Hah!” you exclaim, turning to the rest of the boys. “Get fucked!”

“We're never gonna hear the end of this,” Quinn sighs and you grin widely.

After two more movies you’re successfully passed out next to Luke, your head resting on his shoulder. The other boys have gone to bed but Quinn quietly cleans up the area first.

“Luke?” he asks and the young boy looks up at his older brother.

“Did you actually like the candy corn?”

Luke glances down at you, making sure you’re fast asleep before looking back over at his brother.

“Not at all,” he admits.

“Thought so,” Quinn responds, a soft knowing smile on his lips. “Goodnight.”

“Night Quinn.”

[starbabyg]

Can you do a smutty luke hughes 😇😇😇

Like the ones you did for Jack & juraj xoxoxo

giiirl I have such a soft spot for Luke it’s not even funny!!!

Like Jack he’s such a boyfriend lover

He’s just so soft and gentle with you

Almost as if he feels like he’s gonna break you

He’s still on the less experienced side

Still a bit shy and reserved

A total submissive top

He just loves to do what you tell him to

“Oh yeah? What else do you want me to do?”

More of a giver than a receiver

But when he does receive mmmmph!!

His moans and stutters are so cute

“Oh my… fuck….” He mumbles in his cute lil voice

Always has his mouth agape it’s adorable

Unlike Jack and his roughness when you give him head Luke is just so soft and gentle

He moves the stray hairs away from your face, brushing them behind your ears

Hands cupping your face as you deepthroat him

“You’re so beautiful with your lips wrapped around me.” He can barely manage to get the words out between moans

Every time he bucks up and chokes you he cutely says sorry

When he’s on the road you like to FaceTime him to get freaky

But all he does is stare at you mesmerized as you twirl in your lingerie

“You’re just so beautiful y/n, I’m just admiring the art”

His love is so fucking pure

His favorite position is to have you on the counter, legs around his waist and arms around his neck. His hand behind your back supporting your weight as you bask in the pillow princess treatment he gives you

It’s the perfect position to just see your pretty face, plus he’s tall and needs better access

He loves getting his hair tugged at

And who wouldn’t wanna play with those luscious gold locks

You have to introduce him to the more kinky stuff

But it just makes it all the much better when you get to see his reaction to things

Like trying head with ice cubes

The way his body tensed up and shakes is so mf cute

He’s just a sweetheart lover I wanna kiss his forehead

[lovings4turn]

★ sick, but never of you . . . (luke hughes)

— when you're feeling incredibly under the weather, your boyfriend is there to look after you the best he can (1.3k)

+ warnings for mentions of illness and feeling sick. yes this is incredibly self-indulgent but i'm currently ill so you have to let me off okay !!!! first time writing for luke so pls don't be too too harsh !! banner from benkeibear <3

luke knew it was bad the moment he woke to the sight of your shadowed outline sitting up in bed, your body hunched over as muffled sniffling broke the silence in the room.

you hadn't been feeling the greatest all day, plagued with an annoying cough and pounding headache, but you had insisted before you headed to bed that you were starting to feel a little better, even assuring him that a good night's sleep would cure everything.

unfortunately, it seemed that sheer wishful thinking alone wasn’t enough. 

something happened overnight, and you’d gone from bad to worse within a matter of hours. what had started out as a level of illness that was more of an annoyance than anything had spiralled to an obnoxious level of discomfort.

the blocked nose, the sharp scratch in your throat, the awful cough, and the pulsing headache would all be bad enough on their own, but experiencing them all in one sitting seemed like a level of torture that you definitely didn’t deserve. yet, here you were. and there was nothing you could really do about it. 

it took every last ounce of strength in you not to cry.

you were just so frustrated. nothing felt right, and sleep was definitely out of the question; you were left with no other option than to sit and feel sorry for yourself, and hell, who could blame you?

"babe?" luke asked, voice thick with a blend of sleep and concern that already worked to soothe you a little. it was like your own personal medicine, washing over your body and allowing your muscles to relax a fraction.

"sorry," you all but croaked, and luke winced at the sound. speaking had to be impossibly painful for you right now, there was no doubt about it. "y’can go back to sleep, 'm fine."

your attempt at lying was already pitiful, but it was truly ruined when, not even five seconds later, you promptly burst into tears. luke’s extension of care had broken the emotional dam you’d tried to build up, and the wave of upset quickly came crashing over you. 

luke swore that he could feel each individual crack splintering across his heart at the sight of you. how he was simply supposed to 'go back to sleep' right now, even if he wanted to, was a total mystery to him.

"hey, hey, c'mere," he mumbled, sounding more like he was addressing a wounded animal than his girlfriend.

without hesitation, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you against him, his hand tracing circles on the small of your back as you sobbed into him. small ‘i know, i know’s passed his lips, and he hoped to any god that they sounded reassuring and not patronising.

a particularly rough coughing fit interrupted your crying, and you tore yourself away from him to cover your mouth. luke mourned the loss of your body against his, the warmth replaced by the telltale cold of losing your embrace.

"i feel like fucking shit."

your voice cracked at every word, even cutting out completely on some syllables, and the expression on your face confirmed that speaking was hell for you right now.

never had luke seen you so utterly broken, and it was killing him. he knew that if you were any more coherent, you would’ve kicked him out of your room instantly, not wanting to risk getting him sick.

he knew that, because it had happened many times before.

it was like clockwork, a dance you two had mastered over the years together. you’d get a slight cold, luke would offer to take care of you, and you’d shut him down immediately, not wanting your sniffles to be the reason the devils lost one of their defensemen for a game or two.

but this was far worse than a common cold, and no amount of convincing would be able to pull luke from your side.

luke sat for a moment, formulating a plan in his mind with a level of precision only otherwise reserved for his time on the ice. he gnawed at his bottom lip gently as he thought, a hand reaching out to brush the hot skin of your thigh to let you know he was still there.

after a minute, he spoke.

“alright, i’m gonna go grab some stuff for you and i’ll be right back okay?” luke promised, rising to his feet.

a stern, yet caring, look shot down your feeble attempt at arguing with him. nothing you could say or do right now would prevent him from looking after you.

“you just get y’self comfy, babe. i’ll be back before you know it.”

a kiss to your forehead sealed his goodbye, and the soft thump of his feet against the wood flooring became quieter as he made his way into the kitchen. you sniffled once more, wiping away the stray tears from your cheeks with the palms of your hands and propped yourself up against one of the pillows, sighing deeply. 

remnants of luke’s warmth seemed to bleed along the sheets, tingling underneath your skin to remind you that he was here, looking after you, and he was happy to do it. a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and you held back from burying yourself into luke’s side of the bed despite your heart silently begging you to. 

as promised, luke returned not too long after, balancing a few objects in his hands. whilst one hand clasped a steaming mug of tea, the other contained some painkillers and medicine you had in your cabinet, along with a bottle of cold water. luke had apparently grabbed anything in sight that he thought would help you out, and cupid’s arrow snagged your heartstrings once more. 

within seconds your bedside table was decorated with his haul, and the mug of tea carefully handed to you with a warning that it would be hot. luke busied himself with figuring out how much of each medication you could take, making a mental note as to when you could have the next dose with furrowed brows.

his fingers stretched out to gently tap your palm twice, a silent request for you to hold out your unoccupied hand so he could drop the pills into them for you. the fact you had woken him up at god knows what time of night and his movements were laced more with love than exhaustion was truly a testament to how much he adored you, and it made you feel giddy despite your awful state.

a sympathetic sound left his mouth as he reached out a hand to cup your jaw, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone as though you were fine china, something delicate for him to cherish and admire. 

“drink some tea and then try and get some more sleep, baby,” he said in a hushed tone, pressing a gentle kiss to your clammy forehead. “know it sounds impossible, but the meds should make it a bit easier for you. ‘m not going anywhere either, so wake me up if you need me.”

you nodded, lifting the mug to your lips and taking a small sip of the hot liquid. the fact that luke had brewed the drink in your favourite mug didn’t go unnoticed, and you gave him a fond smile over the rim of the mug as the beverage eased the strain of your throat. 

as luke clambered back into bed next to you, pulling you into his side carefully so as not to spill your tea everywhere, your frustration began to fade, curling like the tendrils of steam coming from your mug and floating towards the ceiling. 

though your sickness wasn’t miraculously cured, the soft kisses luke repeatedly pressed to the top of your head and temple provoked small bursts of happiness to erupt in your mind, like fireflies carrying a golden glow that paled in comparison to that of the boy next to you. 

[86espresso]

Hurt comfort prompt 10 with Luke?? because I too am a whore for hurt comfort 🤭🤭🤭🤭

hihihi 🤭 thank you for requesting ! 🩷

☯︎ “just- just hold me for a second”

OKAY, so, maybe you’re making a big deal out of it. But that didn’t mean that Luke should just ignore your needs.

Lazy mornings were a favorite between the two of you, and Jack wasn’t home either, so you wanted to get some time tangled up with Luke and just lay there with him.

But, he woke up first. And went straight to playing one of his ps5 (??) games and you were pissed. It was probably because you just woke up, but you wanted his attention, bad, and because he wasn’t giving it to you, you flipped.

And now you’re muttering to yourself, ignoring Luke’s eyeroll at the way you stormed out of his bedroom to make yourself coffee.

“Babe, just give me five more minutes. We can cuddle all you want later.”

You promptly ignore him and continue on your business around the kitchen.

The facade didn’t last long. You tripped and fell; on water that Jack for sure forgot to clean up.

You groan as you felt the slow forming bruise on your hip and mentally curse Jack. And Luke cant even hear your thump and groan because he has his stupid headphones in. But you were tearing up at the pain, so taking the high road once wouldn’t hurt your ego that much.

You limp over to Luke’s room and open his door , leaning against it to get his attention. He looks over at you and his face etches in concern at your pained expression. His headphones are off.

“Got hurt.” You gesture to your hip. You watch skeptically as he pats his lap, urging you to come over and sit. You do it anyway, at least you have his attention now. You adjust yourself on his lap, sitting sideways so your back is against his armrest.

“Where?” He murmurs, using his finger to wipe a stray tear on your waterline. You lift your shirt to show him your hip and the redness at the area. He inspects it with his eyes before softly pressing down on the area. “Here?”

You hiss and grip his bare shoulder. “Yeah, there.”

“Shit, m’sorry, baby.” He holds your hand that’s gripping his shoulder and looks at you apologetically, if he’d just been with you all morning, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

“Can I go get you pain meds?” He starts to maneuver you but you you stop him.

“Maybe later? Just- just hold me for a second.”

Luke’s heart twists at your words, realizing that the stupid game wasn’t worth it. Any of it. You shouldn’t have gotten hurt and he should’ve just given you what you wanted. But you weren’t upset with him, because you leaned closer and hugged yourself to his bare chest, the both of you staying there for a while.

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[trevuorzegras]

━╋ JUST NEED YOU HERE WITH ME.

cinnamon girl by lana del rey

summary: In which Trevor pushes y/n away, because he doesn’t know how to express how he truly feels.

pairings: trevor zegras x GN!reader

platonic!jack hughes x reader. short drabble

Trevor was never good at express how he felt. He was always the type of person to hold in every emotion, until it all came to the surface causing him to lash out. Him being with Y/n helped him a lot. They always knew how to help him through his emotions.

That was until Jamie Drysdale got traded to the Philadelphia Flyers. Jamie had been Trevor’s bestfriend for years. He was so hurt when he heard the news of the trade.

Jamie got on a flight that night to make his way to Philadelphia, causing Trevor not to get a proper goodbye. This absolutely crushed the boy. Even though Y/n was his support system he couldn’t bring himself to speak to them about how he was feeling.

you try to push me out.

Trevor hadn’t gone home that night which caused worry to fill Y/n’s mind. Their thoughts were going to the absolute worst when the left wing didn’t pick up any of their calls.

Y/n went to bed in complete worry that night. They tossed, and turned that entire night, worry coursing through them. It hadn’t been until the next morning, that they received a text from Jack Hughes. This message caused their worry to wash away partly.

Jack

hey, y/n. trev is safe. he stayed at a hotel last night, im sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. he should be home soon. love you

Y/n

thank you for telling me jack. it’s okay, i’m just glad he’s safe. love you too.

A slight weight was lifted off their shoulders as they now knew Trevor was safe, but it left them wondering why he didn’t confine in them. Trevor had always gone to them when he needed to express his true emotions, this left Y/n feeling upset.

Did he no longer trust them?

Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, a very tired looking Trevor stepping inside, with a backpack hung over his shoulders.

Y/n quickly stood up, making their way to the brunette boy, a hesitant look on their face. Trevor looked down at Y/n, a sorrowful look on his face. Y/n hesitated slightly before wrapping their arms around him. He quickly wrapped his arms around their waist, allowing his head to fall to the crook of their neck.

“What’s going on Trev? Please talk to me. I cannot have you closing up again, you were doing so good.” Y/n spoke as they ran their fingers through the boys hair.

Trevor let out a loud breath, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Jamie leaving has really taken a lot out on me. It’s only been a few hours, and i feel like it’s suffocating me.”

Y/n pulled away from the tight hug to look into Trevor’s eyes. They brought their hand up to his face, to wipe the tear that fell, “Trevor it’s okay to feel that way. I mean you lost your bestfriend, but you can’t avoid speaking about your feelings like you use to. I was so worried about you, i barely got any sleep last night. I couldn’t sleep not knowing where you were.”

Trevor’s glaze softened at the sight of the person stood in front of him, as they spoke softly to him. His eyes furrowed sadly as he spoke, “I’m so sorry, Y/n/n. I never meant to worry you, i just needed time alone to process everything. I’m not sure why, it probably would’ve been easier if you helped me through it.”

but i just find my way back in.

Y/n’s eyes stayed on Trevor as he looked at the ground, a saddened expression on his face. Y/n softly said his name, causing him to look up, meeting their eyes, “It’s okay, love. Just promise me you won’t do that again. I’m here for you, anything you need.”

Trevor smiled softly at Y/n, bringing them into his embrace once again, “Just need you here with me.”

violet, blue, green, red to keep me out

i win.

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[myevilmouse]

“Well, that worked out great.”

With Han, sarcasm was expected, but Leia sometimes forgot her brother also had it in him.

“What part?” she yelled over ion cannons slamming into the walls---rattling from the attack of Mucdro’s angry enforcers. “When you politely introduced yourself, or when they wanted me as payment for NR damages to their deathstick operation?”

“I was thinking more your idea to come here in the first place,” Luke grinned. “Now that we’ve caught our breath, shall we...” he ignited his lightsaber and nodded as Leia’s also flowed to life, “show them the error of their ways?”

[ruinix]

you are craving cookies and Luke makes them for you

Hello, anon. Sorry, this took a long time. Sorry it got overtaken. It took me a while to get into writing Lukey. Also, the cookies picture is from this recipe. I definitely did not drool when I found it. Also, for me, Luke gives off that energy that he can bake anything he wants because he follows amazing recipes, y’know, but take away the recipes…that’s a different topic 😅 😅 Anyway, hope you like this 💙

Cookies, Coffee, and Milk

TW/CW: None, Fluff (cuddles and kisses), a bit of overthinking Lukey

Count: 1171 words | Masterlist

You want cookies. Luke isn’t sure what cookies, because you didn’t tell him last night and he didn’t ask. He should’ve asked.

Maybe you meant Girl’s Scout Cookies or Oreos or Chips A’hoy or whatever brand. Maybe you meant cookies in those fancy bakeries. Maybe the cookies in Starbucks. There really are too many cookies out there, and he was sure you meant one of those. He could’ve asked you what you wanted. It would just take a single text or call, but he didn’t. He was just sure you mentioned cookies because he mentioned that he would be grocery shopping today, which he did.

After minutes—almost an hour—of contemplating in the cookie aisle, he decided to make cookies instead.

Powered by a quick—not really ‘quick’, he probably spent another half an hour to decide which recipe to use—google search, he got all the ingredients. He decided to make chocolate chip cookies, until he saw a jaw of marshmallow fluff. The next thing he knew was he changed the recipe to follow to s’mores cookies.

Besides, who doesn’t like smores? Not you…

‘Maybe not you,’ he thought.

He hopes that you like s’mores.

After another hour in the grocery store, he came home and made the cookies. The recipe was so easy to follow, given that he didn’t make the marshmallow fluff. Luke is satisfied with what he made. He’s proud of it. All he needs to do is wait for you to come home and eat them. He’s totally praying that you’ll like them. He did make them for you. Just you.

As he cleans up his mess and arranges the groceries, he starts to overthink though.

What if you don’t like s’mores?

What if it’s too sweet for you?

What if you don’t like the chocolates he put in it?

What if you’re allergic to marshmallow? That can’t be! He saw you put marshmallows in your hot chocolate.

He gasps. What if you’re allergic to eggs? He put eggs there. The recipe told him to. He has no choice but to follow it. He has no idea what to substitute for eggs—Wait, what’s he talking about? You two eat eggs for your breakfast all the time. Damn, he’s such an idiot.

Shaking his head, he runs a hand through his curls as he leans back on the kitchen counter. He should relax, but he doesn’t. He continues to fuss.

He places the now-cooled cookies on a plate. He needs to heat them up when you come home. He makes sure the mugs are clean. Speaking of mugs, he contemplates if you will prefer milk or coffee with the cookies. So, he starts a batch of coffee, places a carton of milk in the fridge. Cold milk sounds great with gooey cookies…But what if you like warm milk? To ease his nerves, he places another carton of milk near the microwave.

He almost starts to pace, but somehow, he finds himself on the sofa then ends up napping after just a minute of lying down.

“Luke,” your gentle voice rouses him from sleep.

The sigh that escapes his lips when you kiss his forehead is of relief. You’re home. You are gazing at him while kneeling on the carpet. You’re already wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, meaning you found him all knocked out. Gosh, you’re pretty.

“How’s your day, sweets?” He murmurs, grabbing you by your waist and lifting you to settle on him.

“My day is amazing. Thank you for asking,” you giggle, a blush spotting your cheeks, when he flips your position so you’re under him.

Luke sighs again, rubbing his face into your chest, breathing in your scent. You haven’t showered yet so he can still smell your perfume. Gosh, sweet vanilla. He’s so glad that you chose that for today. It reminds him of the cookies he made. Instead of being all panicky, his mind is nothing but peaceful, because you’re holding him. He feels so at ease with your hands running through his messy curls, with your nails delightfully scratching over his scalp, with your warmth around him.

“How’s yours? I see you made coffee,” you ask.

He groans, “It’s cold now, isn’t it? Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Wanna drink some with me?” You smile. “Let me—”

He cuts you off with a kiss. Just a soft peck. “Just wait here. I’ll prepare it. No looking.”

You let out another giggle. You’re clearly amused by him, but you nod, giving him a few more kisses on his face before letting him go do his thing. You’re so sweet that you warm his heart. Every time.

Honestly, Luke can just ask you which drink you prefer, but he still doesn’t. He prepares mugs off coffee, warm and cold milk, and glasses of water, while he heats up the cookies. The smell is spreading through the whole apartment, but that’s just a simple snippet of his surprise. Can he call this a surprise? He shrugs at the thought.

After he finishes, he takes the whole spread to the coffee table, sitting down next to you. He clears his throat like an unspoken signal, so you’ll open your eyes. When you do, Luke is a blushing mess.

“I made cookies,” he declares as if you aren’t already seeing the cookies of varying sizes. “I hope you—”

Luke’s eyes widen when you pounce to grab on cookie and take a huge bite, doing the loud exhales with your mouth because the cookies are hot! He immediately hands you the glass of cold milk, “What were you thinking? They’re clearly hot!”

“They look yummy,” you say after gulping down what’s in your mouth. “They are! So good, Lukey. You made them for me?”

Your eyes are so wide, full of happiness that they’re basically twinkling. You grin with the corners of your eyes crinkling so beautifully that he nearly chokes on air. His cheeks are so hot. You actually like them. There’s no doubt. You never lie. Never. He feels so happy when you take another cautious bite.

“We got lots of drinks though.” You chuckle. “Wanna find out which goes the best with your wonderful cookies?”

“Yeah.” Luke nods, greedily taking in every compliment he gets. “I can make more cookies when we finish them.”

“Yes, please!” You cheer, nodding as hard as he does. “Thank you, Lukey.”

“Just wanna do it for you, sweets.”

Luke doesn’t know that his face can get any hotter, but it does. He might be a tomato right now, but you are too.

Both of you share a laugh before you start sampling the cookies with the drinks.

Cookies work well with coffee and milk. Luke isn’t sure which one is better though. He just agrees with whatever you say about the combinations. As he agrees, he is taking mental notes. If he’s going to make these cookies again, he must know which drink you like the best with them.

Afterall, he’s only making them for you.

[flowerr-alienor]

hello welcome!!! :D

hii welcome to my writing blog!!

idk really how to use tumblr that well so im figuring this out as we go :)

i dont really know what im doing but i just want to write and i have ideas so i just want to get them down and out there.

i write for really anyone i have no real plan but im currently obsessed with hockey and f1 and singers like taylor, olivia, sab so what i write will probably revolve around them. but then again the things i fixate on change often so this could change next week.

i have an idea on what i want to start writing about and its probably gonna be a series but i might do some random blurbs inbetween and i might take requests if it peaks my interests :)

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[captain-huggy-bear]

Luke Hughes and protective hug! 🫶🏼

He's so protective but quiet about it coded. Just doesn't need words, can tell and knows what you need and how to provide it without even needing to speak. Just a big teddy bear boyfriend. Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

He doesn't really even think about it. Call it instinct. Call it whatever you want, but when Luke sees you starting to grow uncomfortable in the group of people you've been dragged into at a team party, he can't help but leave Curtis mid-sentence to go to you.

Doesn't matter that his teammate is calling after him, or that he's definitely being rude, all that matters is the way you're starting to shrink yourself. How you try to avoid the brush of people's arms against yours and seem to wilt under the noise and the attention. Overwhelmed, overstimulated.

It's not a decision, not really. His arms slide around your waist from behind without a second thought, chin resting on your shoulder and the way he brackets you is designed to protect you from arms brushing either side of you, to give you some space from others, to make you feel more comfortable and it works. Other people, strangers, brushing against you? Overstimulating, too much. Luke's arms around you? His skin on yours? That's safe, comforting.

You lean into him instantly, letting him crowd around you, covering you in himself like a shield of sorts and the moment he arrives people turn their attention to him, move away from you and give you room to breathe.

"Hey, Hughes!"

"Luke! Great assist the other day!"

"You still living with Jack?"

All the voices, loud, too much, but not directed at you finally and it's so helpful. To feel like you can hide in him, melt away as he holds conversation after conversation, not once letting go of you. Luke's arms around you middle hold you tightly to him, secure, like a human seatbelt. The way his fingers brush the fabric of your dress is reassuring and the feel of him surrounding you from behind is enough to make you feel safe, feel like you can shut your brain off a little.

Luke's just...he's big enough to be able to physically cocoon you, but it's more than just the feel of him around you. It's the way his cologne fills your nose, how his voice rumbles in your ears, how everything else becomes quiet, dim, like it's outside of your little bubble.

It's the way you turn in his arms, face pressing into his chest, breathing him in. The way your arms wrap around his waist tight and how he doesn't break his conversations, doesn't draw attention to the way you burrow into him, overwhelmed, overstimulated and needing quiet. Needing him.

And sure, maybe someone will mention how needy you seem in the locker room tomorrow, but he'll shut it down and explain. Sure, some people won't understand, but the important ones? They can see how protective Luke is of you and more importantly how safe you feel around him.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

29 for the scenarios and luke?

(I received a bear hug exactly like this recently and I can’t stop thinking about it so enjoy)

“Will you calm down?” Quinn asks, your legs bouncing uncontrollably.

“Can’t,” Is all you’re able to say, the nerves of seeing Luke overtaking you.

Since the start of the season, you hadn’t been able to see Luke due to the fact that he was in New Jersey and you were in Vancouver and the two teams had yet to face each other. It’s been the longest 3 months of your life without your best friend by your side and now with the upcoming game you were excited to see Luke again.

Quinn had offered to drive you to the airport to surprise Luke, the older brother in him wanting to see Jack and Luke as well before they battled it out on the ice. You were practically shaking the whole drive, just wanting to get there and finally see Luke.

When you do get to the airport, it takes you and Quinn a few minutes to figure out which baggage claim to wait at and now you’re really uneasy on your feet. It didn’t help that ever since you met Luke, you’ve had the biggest crush on him and he still seemed to have absolutely no idea about it.

You watch as people stream by you, standing on your tiptoes, your head on a swivel trying your best to see the giraffe that is your best friend. Finally, you spot him and you can’t help the shriek of his name that leaves your lips. His head snaps towards yours, a smile immediately appearing and his strides lengthen as he heads towards you.

He drops his bags on the ground and in a second he’s holding you. His arms wrap around you, one arm resting on the curve of your waist while the other circles around and keeps you in a tight hold. His face is pushed deep into your neck, lips moving against the skin there as he mentions how much he missed you. You can’t hear him though, your heart pounding so hard Luke has to be able to feel it against his chest.

Your left arm is wrapped tight around him, your hand gripping his shoulder as if he was going to disappear. Your right hand is tangled in his hair, slowly scratching his scalp in a soothing motion and for a moment you realize how complete you feel. That no matter what, if you were with Luke you were whole again.

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes and your smile is so wide it practically hurts. His eyes search yours for a moment before he leans even closer, and your breath hitches as his lips meet yours in a nervous kiss.

If it’s even possible, you melt further into your best friend as his lips mold perfectly to yours and you realize that this is where you’re meant to be.

[starbabyg]

Daddy Jack and Baby Jack | Jack Hughes Drabbles

I have so many daddy Jack drafts that are a fourth done but rn I’m loving writing smaller works and having requests come in to respond to. This is kindaaa based on those works.

Jack has a baby girl first, and what’s a more fitting name for the future J Hughes legacy than Jaqueline

The first thing Jack does when he finds out you’re pregnant is buy little skates. He can’t wait til baby can walk so he can get them on the ice

Although you wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret until you were further along, Jack couldn’t help but call everyone he knows to tell them the news

“I nutted in her, and now we’re having a baby Quinn” “Err, ew? Okay? Congratulations?”

Every time Jack sees something baby related he buys it. No hesitation. The baby room is so filled that it’s starting to get hard to walk in.

Baby girl looks just like her mama but with Jack’s smile. She is literally the splitting image of you, which Jack loves so much

Although she looks like her mama she acts just like her daddy. She has all the same mannerisms as Jack. You even caught the two sleeping the exact same, turning and shuffling at the same time

All the boys love to call her Jaq Jaq but Trevor calls her little Hughes

Speaking of Trevor, the two of them are always going at it. Y/n and Jack find it hilarious to hear Trevor argue with a literal child

She of course as the first Hughes baby is spoiled to deathhhh, which you try to lay off but between her dad and uncles you really can’t help it

Uncle Quinn and Uncle Luke are always taking her out to do something. When things go quiet and she’s nowhere to be found the first thing you do is Group FaceTime the two boys, and on one phone your baby will pop up on the camera saying “hiiiiiii”

Jack gets jealous when he sees baby girl bond with his brothers or friends on the level they do

“I though I was special,” he’ll grumpily say

But at the same time he is so happy everyone loves her as much as he does

He takes baby girl to every single practice and game in hopes that she will like the sport

Which of course she does

She goes to every game wearing an 86 jersey and a red and black tutu sometimes even little tiny devil horns

But one time she wore Luke’s jersey and Jack felt so betrayed

He literally took the jersey off his back and told her to put it on

At first she was scared of the Devils mascot but now she can’t leave it alone

Baby Jaq hates being in the box seats and much rather prefers being right by the glass so she can say hi to daddy

The amount of times Jack skates by just to tap the glass and say hi >>>

Ofc all the players have to say hi to her at least once or she gets mad at them

She’ll go into the locker room after the game and go up to them like “I know you saw me say hi why didn’t you say hi back?”

Baby Jaq loves to walk the red carpets with her daddy

She feels like a little superstar and thinks all the pictures being taken are for her

Secretly one of her fave players is Nico

He always says yes to playing with her before and after games so she likes him the best

You catch them playing with dolls together while he’s supposed to be in practice

And while he’s on the bench baby Jaq tries to tie his hair up and put bows she brought on him

Nico actually wears it under his helmet but you can see the little pink and yellow bows sticking out

Jack and Luke get jealous because why did she choose Nico to give a makeover to??

Next thing you know everybody on the Devs is wearing bows in their hair

Baby Jaq is just everything to Jack, she’s his whole world and best friend aside from you

He’s just so happy he can raise a little human alongside the love of his life

[amourquinn]

( drabble ) evening glow

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 900+

genre : fluff no warnings!

summary : you and quinn want to spend some quality time on the boat ( jack and luke are mentioned )

「 author’s note 」 yes i know.. a summer fic in the middle of winter 🙇🏻‍♀️ sue me

the early evening sun bathed the lake house in a soft orange glow, the kind of light that made everything look golden and magical. you stretched your legs out on the porch, letting the gentle breeze from the lake tousle your hair. it was the perfect weekend getaway—quinn had invited you to spend time at his lake house with his brothers, jack and luke.

you had spent the day kayaking, swimming, and laughing at jack’s bad jokes. the hughes brothers were a lively bunch, their energy contagious, but as the sun dipped lower, you were ready for a quieter moment. it seemed quinn felt the same.

“hey,” he said softly, leaning against the porch railing beside you. his hazel eyes, always so calm and steady, held a hint of something playful. “wanna go for a boat ride? just the two of us?”

you glanced over your shoulder at the commotion inside—luke and jack were arguing over the best way to grill burgers, their voices carrying through the open windows. a boat ride sounded like the perfect escape.

“i’d love to,” you said, standing up and brushing off your shorts.

quinn led the way down to the dock. the motorboat bobbed gently against the wooden planks, the water shimmering like liquid glass. he helped you into the boat before untying it and hopping in himself.

the hum of the engine broke the peaceful silence as quinn guided the boat out onto the open water. the air was cool, carrying the faint scent of pine and fresh water. you leaned back against the seat, letting the calm of the lake settle over you.

as the shoreline grew distant, quinn slowed the boat to a gentle drift. the lake stretched out around you, endless and serene. he turned off the engine, and for a moment, the only sounds were the soft lapping of water against the hull and the occasional call of a loon in the distance.

“this is perfect,” you murmured, looking out at the horizon where the sun was just beginning to sink below the tree line.

quinn nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “thought you’d like it.”

he moved to sit beside you, his arm brushing yours. you turned to look at him, heart skipping a beat at how the fading sunlight caught the angles of his face, making his freckles stand out.

“i like spending time with your brothers,” you said, breaking the silence. “but I think I like this even more.”

his gaze softened. “me too. it’s nice to get away from the chaos for a bit.”

there was a quiet vulnerability in his voice, one that made you reach out and take his hand. he laced his fingers through yours, his touch warm and steady. for a while, neither of you spoke, content to simply be in the moment.

then quinn stood, his balance impeccable as the boat swayed gently beneath him. “wait here,” he said, disappearing into the small storage compartment at the front of the boat.

when he returned, he held a blanket and a small cooler. “i figured we’d be out here for a while,” he said with a shy grin.

you helped him spread the blanket out on the deck, and he pulled out a couple of bottles of sparkling water and a container of strawberries.

“you really thought this through,” you teased, popping a strawberry into your mouth.

he shrugged, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “i just wanted to make it special.”

and it was. the two of you sat on the blanket, talking and laughing as the sky turned from orange to pink to deep purple. the stars began to appear, their reflections dancing on the water.

at some point, quinn lay back, pulling you down beside him. you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. his arm wrapped around you, holding you close.

“this is my favorite place,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. “the lake, the quiet… it feels like home. and having you here makes it even better.”

your heart swelled at his words. you tilted your head to look up at him, your faces inches apart. “quinn…”

he leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was gentle and full of emotion. the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you under the blanket of stars.

when you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, your breaths mingling. “i could stay out here forever,” you said, your voice barely audible.

“me too,” he replied, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

the evening passed in a haze of quiet conversation and stolen kisses, the kind of night that felt like a dream. when the air grew cooler, quinn reluctantly started the boat to head back to the dock.

as the lake house came into view, the glow of the porch lights guiding you home, you could hear jack and luke’s laughter carrying through the night. quinn helped you out of the boat, his hand lingering in yours as you walked up the dock together.

“think they noticed we were gone?” you asked, glancing toward the house.

quinn smirked. “probably, but they’ll get over it.”

inside, the chaos resumed—jack immediately started teasing quinn about being “whipped,” while luke pretended to gag. but you didn’t mind. you knew the quiet moments were yours and quinn’s alone, a secret you’d carry with you long after the weekend ended.

as you settled in for the night, the memory of the boat ride lingered, a reminder of the magic that could be found in the simplest of things: a lake, a sunset, and the person you loved.

© amourquinn