#ruinix thinks

[ruinix]

I literally can’t stop thinking about Quinn fucking you til you’re shaking and sobbing and begging him to stop but he knows you’ll be a good girl for him and let him fuck you harder and harder until he’s satisfied too and ohhh mmmyyy goooddddd I need a smut plspslsplsozlzlzlzlzlsjcisndkakL

Ummm...that's basically my dream, lovely. Be fucked until I can't take it anymore. i sob. Every day I wake up and I feel like I am losing my sanity coz no one is fucki—Sorry, I'm just a whore in a drought. Anyway...just a short one. Lil mini blurb.

18+. Whore thoughts. Overstimulation. Unprotected sex. Slight mention (reminder) of safe word. Slight spit kink. Cum eating. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Quinn would stare down at the mess—the mixture of his cum and yours making a ring around his cock while your arousal dripped out of your wet and soppy cunt—while he fucked you ruthlessly from behind. He could feel you tremble as you let out your whines. His ears picking up every sobbing moan, every sound of skin hitting skin, every filthy noise escaping your cunt as he rutted into it.

At this point, your bodies were slicked with sweat. Not a faint shine over you skin. No. Your sweats were dripping down your heated bodies, your hair sticking to your skins. Too sweaty that Quinn needed to grab tightly at your hips to keep you up, his nails slightly digging into your skin to keep you up, to help your messy thrusts, to keep you from slipping away. You were not allowed to do that. Not when his cock ached for release. Not when your pussy felt so fucking perfect, squeezing and clenching around him so perfectly. Not when he missed this after a long week of being away.

"Oh, fuck, Quinn!" You screamed, grasping at your pillow, your pussy pulsing as you came again.

Quinn wanted to say the exact number of many times you came, but he would be lying, because he lost count after six, lost his fucking mind after he unloaded his cum so deeply into your pussy. He couldn't think straight, only needing to feel the sensation of your orgasm around him as his own kept getting near.

He held himself back. He wanted to last. Longer than he ever been. He just needed you so much. Too horny, too riled up. He needed more and more and more. He didn't want to stop. He couldn't. He can't. Every fiber of his being recoiled from the mere thought of stopping. He wanted to be satiated by the sight of you as a puddle beneath him. He wanted to see you all fucked out.

A sudden need to kiss and smell and bite you arised within him, so he leaned down, nudging your knees to spread wider, his one hand flattened down on your lower back, making you arch into the bed, promising in his head that he would give you a massage the next day to soothe your sore muscles. Once he almost flattens you still keeping you—somehow—on your knees, he kissed your shoulder blades, then your nape after he swiped your hair away. He inhaled your deep and heady scent. You smelled so sweet yet so erotic, like sex. Like the very air wafting around both of you. So he bit down lightly, chuckling as he heard your moans and pants, and your pleas for more.

So he gave you more. His hand slipped between your legs, teasing your sensitive clit, making you writhe and almost thrash against him, your thighs quivering, your tears falling over your wonderfully flushed cheeks.

"Too much, Quinn," you complained, trying to peek at him.

Quinn helped you, his other hand gripped your neck, helping you crane your head up. You looked so pretry and vulnerable like that. Your lips parted. You looked so fucking thirsty with the way your eyes went to his lips then back up his eyes. You were clearly waiting for something. He knew what you were seeking. He licked his lips, his mouth instantly watering.

"Then say your word," he groaned, feeling his saliva pooled under his tongue. "We can always stop."

A broken sob escaped you as he fucked into you. Deeper. Rougher. His ears were opened for that one single word to escape your pretty lips. You only needed to say your safe word and he would stop. Even if he didn't want to. Even if all of him ached for—

"No," you refused.

Quinn thrusted all of his length inside you then paused. He marked the fire lit in your eyes. It was hot and burning, threatening to build and scorch the lands. It was breathtaking. You were breathtaking. He took your lips in a deep kiss, but only for a few seconds. The moment he parted from you, he hovered over your face, marvelling at how wider you part your lips. He gave in. He slowly spit into your lips, letting his saliva trail down from his lips and into yours.

"Filthy, filthy girl." He finally let go of your neck, his hips moving in a perfrctly fast yet so deep and raw pace. "My filthy girl."

"Yes," you cried out.

"You'll let me use your sweet pussy like a good girl, won't you?" He kissed your ear, nipping you. "You're my good girl, right? My sweet girl."

Your pussy squeezed around him, as you nodded, mumbling your 'yes, yes, yes' like it was your mantra. You were simply so divine. He leaned back, lifting your hips up. He lifted his left leg, anchoring his foot onto the bed. A leverage so he could fuck you harder. Because it was clear he wasn't the only one who was desperate.

He wouldn't stop. Fucking you like it was his last day on Earth. Muttering praises in his voice had gotten lower and gravelly, needing to make you understand how much of a good little slut you were for him. Gripping your hips, your waists, your tits. Teasing your clit. Slapping his hand against your ass. He would never stop.

Not when you started to beg for a break, because you haven't said your word which a separate one from your safe word that coulf halt this.

Not when his cock turned softer after he filled you up with another load, because he was still half-fucking-hard so he could still fuck you through his overly sensitive cock, through his blurring vision. He knew he would get fully hard anyway.

Not when you finally complained about your back, so he would simply remedied it by turning you over your back with a pillow under your hips.

Not when you couldn't stop coming.

He would only stop when he couldn't get hard anymore, because he fully drained himself, because your cunt has taken everything.

However, the sight of your leaking pussy would push his hunger to consume him. He would kissed your lips, your jaw, your neck, your collarbones, your tits, your trembling tummy, and finally your pussy. He would greedily lap from your quivering entrance to your throbbing clit, swallowing the mess—mostly his fucking cum but he didn't fucking care—tasting the mixture of both of you. It was exquisite.

He would do it again and over again. He would clean you while eating you out, his nose bumping and grinding at your clit.

As your thighs wrap around his head, your fingers finding his hair, he would wish he could still get hard because he wanted to take you for eternity.

His heart ached as it raced in full speed.

He realized he would only need more of you.

He just couldn't get enough.

A bit of bad news: I am horny. WHAT?! What I meant to say: I need Quinn. Wha——Jk. My current drabbles are...getting stuck in my word file. Sorry.

Anyway, hope you liked this. Good night!! 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

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[softsunnyy]

ok but…the hughes boys each claiming a hole…and destroying u all at once…🎤🎤🎤

alr, i think this is too much... 👉🏻👈🏻

🚨 rough sex, little moments that seem non-con, but she enjoys it, i swear. Anal sex, oral sex. All your holes at the same time. Exposing you while you sleep. Using you while you sleep. A good pt.2?? Almost losing consciousness. You can't control your actions. Cumming too hard. And i think that's the majority. 🚨

@kawhh ; @ruinix <33

you feel like you're going crazy. You're overwhelmed, overstimulated, constantly horny, remembering what you did a couple of days ago.

you let your boyfriend fuck you... in front of his brothers.

god, you even put on a show for them, stripping for them and letting them use you to get off. You still remember Quinn's taste, and how good it feels to be filled by Luke.

you even dream about it.

and since that day, a few things have changed. The place is tense. Jack watches with amusement as his brothers seem on edge for you, while you move cautiously, nervous all the time, embarrassed.

and they don't make it easy for you either.

Quinn takes every opportunity to put his hands on your body, like when he saw you in the kitchen and grabbed your waist, moving you so he could reach a spoon. Of course, you knew it was on purpose. The way he made your ass rub against his bulge gave it away.

Luke's always watching you, no matter what you do, making you feel hot. Like when you wanted to sit with them, on that same couch, and his eyes kept looking at your legs, your chest, all of you.

you're surprised nothing more has happened, but you can feel the air getting heavier every day, as if you were standing in front of a bomb that could explode at any moment. You struggle to breathe, you feel so small in every room you enter, and being with the three of them in the same place is overwhelming, and you try to put distance between you and Jack in those situations because you can see his intentions.

you feel dirty, even guilty, because you can't stop thinking about them. You've had dreams about Quinn and Luke, of them fucking you, Luke forcing you to use his thigh, and then Quinn filling you with his long fingers. You've dreamed of having both of them at the same time, then waking up wrapped around your boyfriend.

you blame him because you didn't have these thoughts before, and now you can't stop. It's all you want and need. You need all three of them. You want to be exposed to them again, to be used; but you don't want to take the first step.

it's then that a week has passed, and you're on the same couch, watching a movie with Jack. Your body covered only by his shirt, and you took advantage of the fact that the house was empty to have a long time of entertainment.

your lower back hurts a little now, your legs are a little cramped, so Jack lets you lie on top of him, while he gently strokes your back.

you curl up, seeking his warmth, feeling sleepy and affectionate, wanting to have him as close as possible. And soon the movie began to fade behind you, the voices growing more distant, your vision blurred, your eyelids wanting to close.

in his arms, you fell asleep, forgetting where you were, your situation. Forgetting about your boyfriend's needs for a second.

a couple of minutes pass until the front door opens, and Quinn and Luke walk in, talking about what they did that day, looking at each other until they reach the living room, where they see the scene before them.

Jack smiled and continued stroking your back, watching his brothers' actions out of the corner of his eye, knowing full well that your ass is starting to peek out from the shirt, which is riding up more and more with each caress.

Quinn clears his throat, suddenly feeling heated, his eyes fixed on your thighs, on how your legs are on either side of his brother's hips, making you more exposed, as if you want them to see your pretty, used, still-full pussy.

Luke tries not to look, to ignore what he's feeling, but it's impossible. He can't not look when your ass is there. He wants to grab it, smack it, spit on it. He wants to shove his cock between you and make you whimper for him.

"sit down, she can give you a show," Jack spoke in a low tone, now looking at them, and they obeyed without saying a word, this time both sitting in the direction of your ass, completely attentive.

you're fast asleep, having sweet dreams, like a date with your boyfriend, enjoying the moment and the calm around you... until you start to feel hot. And the plot begins to change. Your boyfriend starts looking at you differently, his eyes lowering to your lips, his hand getting closer and closer to your thigh. Your cheeks begin to burn, and you know what's coming.

in real life, Jack begins to lift your (his) shirt, exposing your sweet pussy, with traces of his cum staining your swollen lips. With his hands, he grabs your ass cheeks, parting them, massaging them, leaving his fingers marked by his strong grip.

Quinn begins to unbutton his pants, releasing his cock, which is slowly hardening. He wants to shove his cock into your ass, fuck you so hard that you can only scream, babble, tears streaming down your eyes as he takes you. The thought alone makes his blood heat up and his legs tense.

Luke touches his bulge through his pants, watching his brother's cum slide out of your hole a little more, and he remembers when he did the same thing, filling you with him. He wants to do it again. He wants to fill you so much, making you pregnant.

and you? you whimper in your sleep, enjoying how fake Jack places his hand between your legs, caressing your pussy while kissing your neck. It makes you rub unconsciously, enjoying it.

the real Jack takes one of his hands from your ass to bring it to your pussy, masturbating you with two of his fingers, running between your folds, playing with your still sensitive and swollen clit. He can feel his fluids dripping over his fingers, and you moan, moving as if you know what's happening, as if you know there are more people watching.

Quinn can't take his eyes off you, everyone can hear how hard and fast he pulls on his cock, thinking of so many things he could do to your body, without caring that you're his brother's girlfriend.

Luke decides to release his cock, big, veiny, and completely hard thanks to you, because of the wonderful view you're giving them.

your dream becomes more and more explicit, the fake Jack sliding his fingers so deep, while the real one rubs your clit faster and faster, moving his fingers in circles, slapping your pussy, making your juices squirt and wet everything.

you moan, moving faster and faster, more roughly, seeking your release, making Jack give you what you want, under the eyes of his brothers. And it's when you're about to cum that you wake up, dizzy, your vision blurred, your mind fogged, breathing heavily, your hole throbbing, your folds wet, and your boyfriend smiling.

you're confused, but you break into a moan when his fingers don't stop moving, torturing you. You say his name like a broken record, rubbing yourself against his bulge, your eyes fixed on him.

"Jack, i'm gonna..." your gasp interrupts you, and you rest your hands on his chest, moving faster and faster, your legs shaking. It was the best way to wake up.

it's then that he looks behind you and decides to speak, "come on, join us."

your eyes widen, but you can't straighten up because one of his hands is holding you still, pressed against his body. Then you feel a presence behind you, and warm, large hands grab your waist.

someone stands at the end of the couch, in front of your face, and when you look up, you find Luke, grinning, his cock out, almost touching your cheek.

"what?" you panic a little, wanting to back away, feeling so exposed, but they won't let you.

Jack's hands leave your body, and he begins to unbutton his pants, pulling them down with some difficulty, followed by his underwear. His cock is so hard and big.

it's then that you realize how lost you are, the compromising position, your dreams coming true, and you can't help but whimper, feeling like a whore, eager for his cocks, to be filled in every hole until you can't think of anything but sex.

you feel addicted, overwhelmed, your mind completely clouded, and you have no rational thought. You feel like you've been set up, but you can't even get angry about it.

refuse or let them use you? i think the answer is easier than you think.

one of your hands moves down to your boyfriend's cock, and your body rises slightly. You align his tip against your hole, which throbs, desperate to be filled. The hands on your waist force you down, sliding him into your tight walls until he bottoms out, drawing a moan from your throat.

your pussy was already sore, stretched, and you can feel it breaking again, making your poor walls ache. But at the same time, it's incredibly pleasurable, and you can't help but let whimpers escape your mouth.

Jack tries to move you, to get you used to it once more, knowing your body is still sore, but also knowing you need to cum, to release.

Quinn and Luke are patient, giving you time, but when you start moving on your own, jerking, making Jack's cock slide in faster and faster, they knew they could keep going.

Luke places his hand on your chin and forces you to look at him. Your neck aches, your eyes glassy, your lips reddish, and you see him, his big cock right in front of your face. You don't hesitate to open your mouth, ready for him, and he's quick slide in, slowly, inch by inch until you're choking. His tip touches so deep in your throat it makes you gag, and yet it doesn't come out, but instead begins to move. Your moans are dying now, vibrating against his skin.

your pussy welcomes your boyfriend eagerly, recognizing him, welcoming him home, molding to his size, suffocating him, your juices flying, and a ring of his old cum forming at its base.

Luke places one of his hands in your hair, and makes you swallow him deeper as he begins to move. You can feel it throbbing, how hot it is, and you try to calm the gags a little. You want to make him feel good. You wanna feel his cum going down your throat.

but someone's missing, waiting for you to feel comfortable, safe, calm. Someone waiting for your body to stop being tense, riding Jack's cock like it's the last time, while you swallow Luke's as if it's the last thing you could do.

Quinn was attentive, he waited, he analyzed, he let his cock reach its limit, and when the pain was unbearable, he decided he would use you.

and he won't be gentle, he won't be sweet.

you're a whore to them, so he's going to treat you like this.

with his hands, he spreads your ass cheeks. Your other hole is so tight, calling out to him. He knows you'll be so tight, that you'll take him so well. God, you're going to suffocate him. He'll never want to leave you again.

he adjusted himself, found a way to get comfortable, and then grabbed his cock, touching your hole with his tip. You almost panicked. You felt so full, so satisfied. You didn't think anything else could enter your body, but your mind was so foggy, your body so helpless. You couldn't say anything, just accept what was coming.

he began to slide in, sighing heavily, feeling the difference. You squeezed him so hard, it was hard to move, but he forced his way in, pushing his way in, expanding your walls brutally. And you screamed, moaning against Luke's cock, while you drool and fat tears fell down your cheeks, landing on Jack's face, who enjoyed it, feeling how you were even tighter now, so tense.

Quinn only gave you a couple of seconds, but then he started moving and it was rough, it was fast, making Jack's cock slide in faster than before. And you feel full, your holes aching, your throat strained. Your face is a mess, and your pussy is so soaked that juices are spurting out, staining everything.

your pussy is red, irritated, your ass is pink. You can't do anything, you can't control your movements, you just let them move, using you at their pace. You're like their doll, their toy.

they move faster, seeking their own release, and you're so lost in your sensations that you can't even warn them that the knot has formed inside you again, even stronger than before. Your legs spasm, your hands become fists, your belly aches and tingles, and when it happens, neither Quinn nor Jack can move, feeling you come.

from that moment on, you completely lose control, your jaw loosens, your body almost completely falling onto Jack's. You see colored dots, getting closer to losing consciousness, but you let them use you, let them continue. And you feel overstimulated, too full.

Luke is the first of the three to cum, filling your throat, making you choke, unable to breathe, just swallow and swallow. He tastes delicious to you, and when he removes his cock from your mouth, you unconsciously try to follow him, to get him back in you, which makes the three of them laugh at you.

he caresses your cheek, watching your eyes slowly close, and after locking eyes with Jack, he decides to place a small kiss on your lips, tasting his own flavor, making you whimper, receiving affection after a while.

with his kisses, he tries to distract you, to make you feel warm, but they're destroying you, giving you no rest, hammering inside you, as if they're competing to see who will leave you unable to walk. Like they're competing to own your body, and their egos are so big that they won't rest until they're done with that fight.

your clit rubs against Jack's body again and again, and when another knot forms inside you, you have to pull away from Luke's mouth, crying, begging them to have mercy, to stop for a moment. They pay no attention, and you reach your limit once more, closing your eyes tightly. Then they both cum inside you, at the same time, filling you with thick white strips, each claiming a hole, filling you so much.

you're swollen, irritated, and your vision so blurry and dark that you're not surprised when your entire body collapses, causing you to fall completely on top of Jack, battling between consciousness and unconsciousness, your breathing heavy, but feeling incredibly satisfied.

you've dreamed about this a thousand times since what happened, but you never thought you'd feel this good. You don't think you can stop after this. You need them like you need breathing.

can Jack learn to share long-term? you used to be just his girl, and he doesn't like the way Luke keeps looking at you with hearts in his eyes, while Quinn refuses to come out of you, challenging him with his gaze.

what did he do?

[heartsforjh]

The Little Girl

recommended you read the other parts before this one <3

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“Mom! Hey, Mom!” Quinn yells, running while waving the picture in the air. 

Ellen’s head snaps over to her son, worried that something is wrong. “Yes, Quinn?” 

“Can I go play with my friend?” he asks, a big smile that she’s never seen before plastered on his face. 

She’s very confused. If he wanted to play with a friend from the rink– he should just do it? “Um… I don’t see why not. Where did this friend come from?” 

“I just made her. She’s so great, and sweet, and nice. And, I mean play in her house, Mom,” he clarifies. This catches the attention of his two brothers. 

“A she?” Luke asks with a cheeky smile, getting in Quinn’s face. 

Quinn lightly pushes on Luke’s chest, causing him to fall back on his butt and right into the snow. “Yes, she’s a she.” 

“Let’s be nice,” Ellen warns all of them before looking back to her eldest. “I don’t know, hon. I think we should just play with this friend outside.” 

“She can’t come outside! She’ll get sick!” he says, exasperated, as if this was common knowledge. 

Jack’s brows furrow. “Why not? She could just wear a coat!” 

“That’s what I said. Apparently not, though. I just said it’s okay anyways. She only gets to watch everyone skate. I want to go inside so she has a friend to play with,” Quinn explains. 

Luke, finally off of the ground, chimes in again. “Is that a picture of her you have?!” 

All Quinn does is smile, hugging the picture against his chest. This intrigues Ellen. She sticks her hand out for the picture, and Quinn gives it to her. 

“Aren’t you scared of dad finding out? If he hears that you were playing instead of practicing, he’ll sell your gear for sure,” Jack asks, concerned for his brother. 

Quinn sighs, Jack’s got a point. “Well, we just won’t tell him. Besides, I’m sure I’ve done enough for today anyways.” 

“She’s darling,” Ellen says with a smile and that’s enough for Luke to nosily go see the little girl. 

He immediately laughs. “She’s little!” 

“So are you!” Jack retorts, knocking Luke down for the second time now. “Let me see her, please.” 

Jack gently takes the picture when his mom hands it to him and smiles. “Oooh… so pretty.” 

“I know! She’s my friend!” Quinn says, snatching the picture from his brother and looking back down at it. “So, mom? Can I go?” 

Ellen is about to answer, expressing her remaining uncertainty, but lucky for Quinn,  Luke pops back up and pushes Jack, starting a fight. 

“I’m not small!” 

“You’re the smallest one out of all of us!” 

“I’m still growing!” 

“We are too!”

Bickering, bickering, and more bickering. That’s all you can hear. Well, that and the sounds of their fists hitting each other with their mom yelling at them to cut it out. 

“Uhhh… sure, Quinn! Go. Go have fun, but I’m coming to get you in a few minutes!” she answers, occupied with prying Luke’s teeth from a screaming and flailing Jack.  Quinn slips the picture of Y/n into his mom’s purse and takes off towards her home, thinking about how he’s never been more thankful for his brother’s stupidity.

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[theemporium]

wait hi i’m completely against the idea of brynn period. i just wanted to ask — ruinix, and kawhh, are they the friends that everyone keeps talking about that are defending her?

because if so, i’ve been waiting AGES for this topic of discussion their fics make me so incredibly disgusted and uncomfortable. i think when you’re writing fics about a celebrity or a public figure it’s so very important to remember that they are human too, and it just doesn’t look like something those two take too much into consideration.

those are two of them, i believe! or at least two i have blocked in relation to brynn.

a conversation definitely needs to be had about dark fics and dark romance in general. it's just something that has become so normalised, especially on tiktok. like every other book recommendation is about stalking or obsession or romantic coercion. add in the fact we seem to be in an epidemic of "if it's not spicy, i don't want to read it" and you are just left with a majority of new books surrounding these darker, taboo topics in an uncomfortable way.

and then it melts into fanfics, which isn't necessarily a problem when there are correct and appropriate tags informing people what the fic entails. but these darker topics have become so normalised on here too that people get away without tagging shit, and these fics begin to take over the tags. i don't think i have really touched the 'f1 x reader' or 'nhl x reader' tag in months because every fic had some level of cnc or heavy kink in it. and i hated it. it was everywhere you looked and it was too much to handle.

and i think people need to realise there's a big difference when you are writing, for example, some eddie munson fanfic where his morals are a bit skewed, and when you write about a real person. i know there was a blog who had a bunch of backlash after posting dark f1 fics, but even they mostly got away with it from what i remember.

as much as we write these boys as our own variations because we don't know them irl, it doesn't change the fact you are using their real names and writing about these heavy, dark topics in dangerous and harmful ways. it doesn't change the fact you are writing these fics like they are the norm in romance and relationships. it doesn't change the fact you are doing more harm than good.

and i don't know about those two specifically, but i know a lot of dark romance writers use the reason of healing their own trauma through these stories. and maybe that is true. maybe it is helping. but that doesn't change the fact that you are possibly feeding into someone else's trauma, that you are becoming a part of the reason that someone else might find themselves in a dangerous situation because of the wrong and incorrect depictions of these kinks you are pushing onto impressionable minds who are using your blogs as an introduction to these things

take it from someone who had unsupervised access to the internet at the age of thirteen, you are bound to stumble upon something that is not appropriate or right. and with no real warnings or discretion, you are opening it up to the reader interpreting it as normal. and sometimes you don't realise how that fucks up your perception of romance and sex until you are older and the damage is done

i'm not saying you can control who reads your shit, because you can't. but the least you could fucking do is properly tag. and the least you could do is take into consideration that these are real people's names you are putting in these fake fic scenarios, not a fictional character.

[goaliegossip]

https://www.tumblr.com/ruinix/778949157457166336/no-words-just-quinn

Looks like acne to me as we know he has sensitive skin

I think that’s what it is

[ruinix]

God, he's so deliberate. I love him.

okay so today is my birthday and i was just picturing dark quinn celebrating your birthday. Throwing you a party at the apartment just for you two because why would you need anyone else besides quinn? And then his gift for you would be ‘a treat’ as he calls it and would get you a little drugged up and fuck you

Nonnie, happy birthday! (I apologise that this is more of a thought spiral. I’m not capable of much else right now) Warnings: drugging, a little non con if you squint.

He’d be so excited to celebrate your birthday. Of course he would be - you’re his girl. His. It’s your special day. He adores you.

He’d go all out. Decorations, food, alcohol, gifts, a cake (that he definitely hadn’t tampered with)

He can’t have anyone intruding on you both though. He only wants to celebrate with you. And why would you want anyone else? He provides for you. He’s planned this all out for you. He loves you. What else could you want?

He’ll tell you that everyone’s sent along birthdag messages, apologising for not being able to come (he hasn’t invited anyone. He just knows you won’t check)

You’ll spend the night together, he’ll get to celebrate with you, watch whatever movie you desire. He wants you to save the cake until last though. He can’t have you all woozy and dazed when he wants to celebrate you.

He’ll make up an excuse for letting you eat it first. A birthday girl treat. Slowly watching you struggle to stay awake, apologising for falling asleep on him.

He doesn’t mind. Definitely doesn’t mind when he’s standing between your legs, unzipping his jeans.

He deserves a thank you for setting this up, right? All this effort he’s put in? He deserves to cum inside doesn’t he? You wouldn’t deny him would you? Surely you wanna show your gratitude?

[ruinix]

pretty pretty please write a piece abt quinny's thighs. It can be 100 words, it can be 1000 words, it can be 2 words even. idc I need some kind of content that involves this man's sexy sexy thighs

Hey there, lovely. It's broad daylight in my place. Nearly 11am (i posted at almost noon) Anyway, let's hold hands and be a whore together 😌😌😌 (taking a pause from the drabble I am writing)

18+. Whore thoughts. Body worship (thighs, m receiving).⬇️⬇️⬇️

Quinn would catch you staring whenever he was wearing shorts. You would be doing whatever it was you're doing on your phone or flipping through your books then you would just put them down to stare right at him. His thighs, to be exact. Especially when he was wearing shorts. No matter what type of shorts it would be.

Your stare would burn into his skin, making him shift, his blood rushing down his cock, his temperature soaring. He would try to hide himself by leaning forward, but that didn't deter you. In fact, your stare would intensify. He could feel it trace over the length of his thighs, down his calves, even to his fucking feet, then back up.

The attention would make him clench his muscles, making you stare harder, making him swallow the lump that was forming in his throat.

When he leaned back again, taking the controller to pathetically hide his hard on, his thighs spreading wider so you could have your feast, he would be so tense while he tried to play. The game was just interference at this point. A white noise. Just another task to do with nothing else in his brain but how aroused he was getting.

His breaths came out as deep pants. His heart pounded on his chest when he braved a glance and saw how a lazy smirk formed on your face. Your beautiful eyes were half-hooded, looking so dark with the thoughts running through your head, as you stared right at his crotch then up to meet his eyes.

His pathetic attempt to play would immediately halt. His thumbs were no longer moving on the buttons. His teammates--Jack and Luke--would be screaming at him to get his shit together. Fucking how will he get it together? Not a single clue came to him as the sound of him dying in-game aired.

His throat would be so wound up, not able to reply to Luke telling him he would revive him. Honestly, Quinn didn't give a fuck, not when you would be standing up from your armchair, quickly working your hair into a ponytail. He could barely contain himself, quickly muting his controller mic.

"You should play better, Quinny," you teased, kneeling between his thighs, your hands finding his shin and up and up to his thighs, teasing the hem of his shorts, your thumbs grazing and putting fucking pressure in the insides of his thighs. "The game."

"Fuck, fuck. Fuck!" was all he could say.

He would try his best to play. You told him to. But how could he play better when you started to kiss his thighs. You would take your time. Your tongue would sometimes press and lick his thighs. Your tiny moans would reverberate into his muscles, into his bones, into his fucking soul, as you pushes up his shorts up.

Your hand softly and firmly brushed over his cock, jerking him off over the fabric, making him jump and whine. He could feel himself leaking pre-cum. He might even come just from all of this.

The sensation of you was making him spiral. Every touch, every kiss, every lick, every tug, every blow of your breath on his skin.

All he could do was try to stay still. It was so hard. His hands clenched the controller so hard, his thumbs barely pressing the correct buttons. Him being able to increase his kills in game or dodging attacks was a fucking miracle.

How could you do this? This was fucking torture.

"I need your shorts off," you demanded, gripping his waistband.

He was quick to lift his fucking hips, letting you tug his shorts and underwear down, his cock slapping up against his abs, aching when you grasp it after you threw his bottoms over your shoulder. He would totally die in-game again as you licked over his sensitive tip, your hands rubbing over his thighs, nails scratching over his skin.

"Need to go," he basically growled after he unmuted, leaving the game, grabbing your ponytail to urge you down his cock. "Oh, fuck," he cursed when your thumbs dug into his skin. It meant you wanted off. He would basically be sobbing as he let go. "Please, my Love. Please."

"Still enjoying your thighs, Quinny," you huffed.

Quinn could only grit his teeth, leaning back with an arm over his eyes while you did want ever you wanted with his thighs.

He would grumble his pleas when your teeth nipped over his tender flesh, making him clench his muscles, when you sucked on his skin to leave your hickeys, when your hand jerked him off while the other pushed against his thigh to signal him to spread them wider.

You did everything you could possibly want until he came so hard at the mixed-up sensations, flinching when you smeared his cum over his thighs. Only then you mounted one thigh, riding it, making him feel your drenched panties, making him lose it at how you rub your cum onto his skin and your panties. He wouldn't think he could survive the day. Not unless he fucked into your pussy with his thighs glistening with his cum and your arousal.

Good day (or Good night). Put me in a cell. Thank you.

-> more thoughts? List.

[jo-speaks]

thank you @ruinix for tagging me! this is so so fun i love this stuff :)))

last song: no choice by fly by midnight (absolute BANGER) and honourable mention bc i can’t get undressed by sombr out of my head

favourite colour: navy and white

last tv show: completed? suits. current? abbott elementary

last movie: tangled (but the sing-along version)

last book: the heart of american poetry by edward hirsch!! i’ve been trying to read more poetry to improve my writing, so my sister sent me this one from the u.s !!

favourite flavour: anything fruity (mango, pineapple, cherry, and strawberry), and cinnamon

tea or coffee: tea. all the way. chai specifically. (i do like coffee but with a shit load of creamer)

relationship status: idfk. vancouver men are weird

currently working on: jealous quinn smut request 🫣🫣

last thing i googled: nanalan. i grew up on it and forgot it was real. now my roommate and i “binge” it while we sleep

looking forward to: finals/school being over, playoffs ofc (we’re cheering for winnipeg and carolina in my family), and my upcoming trip to the U.S

current obsession: quinn hughes (his hands specifically), luke hughes??? this one came out of no where, clearly canadian drinks (the orchard peach 😩😩) and pineapple juice! i like to think it cures my knee pain when im done with rehab (don’t tear ur acl)

no pressure tags: @verycoolusername1 @sweetdispatch @qhugheslover @lovesickhughes @wondrluv

[bratbarzal]

https://www.tumblr.com/ruinix/781058870044934144/i-fear-i-love-him-your-honor-postgame-vegas

girl. the FINGERS.

I needed this I appreciate you thinking of me lmao

[softsunnyy]

jack and quinn convincing luke’s innocent gf that she needs their help to learn how to please luke…otherwise he’s going to leave her…and she doesn’t want that right?

well… i think i went a little too far, this is... a lot

this is also written for my sweet @kawhh, who i hope feels better with these 5.7k words.

and my sweet @ruinix, who knows how long it took me to write this

🚨 threesome, oral sex, slapping (face and ass), swallowing cum, cumming on your body, cumming inside you, both at the same damn time and separately, crying, cheating, manipulation, she's too exhausted, but it's all consensual, being fucked stupid, she was a virgin, anal sex, use of babe/baby, idk how many times it says cock/dick and their names 🚨

y´all know, poorly written!!

when Luke confesses that he and you haven't had sex yet, Quinn and Jack react; something inside them goes off. Like an alarm... or the call of an opportunity.

when they hear that you're a virgin, that you're terrified of not being good enough for him and that's why he's waiting and giving you time, it´s like everything is clear. They know what they have to do, and the way they look at each other is enough to know they want the same thing.

they want you.

so when Luke leaves the house, ready to meet up with his friends, they know you'll be alone at home and Jack is the one who texts you.

it surprises you, of course it does, but it makes you anxious to read that he and Quinn wants to talk to you.

did something bad happen? you wonder.

they barely give you time to change your clothes when they get to your house. They texted you when you were ready for your nighttime routine, and now? now you're walking around the house barefoot, in a tank top and your panties, along with your pajama shorts. You prayed your nipples wouldn't show through the shirt, because that would be embarrassing.

when you open the door for them, you can't identify the hungry look in their eyes, and you let yourself be fooled by their small smiles, which relax you a little. Of course, you miss how their eyes took the opportunity to glance at your tits, or how, when you turned to lead them inside, their eyes quickly scanned your entire body.

they were being primitive. It's like all they could think about was that woman.

but is that so bad?

you invite them to sit and they do, leaving a space between them for you to sit, their legs brushing against yours, sharing a bit of their warmth with you, since your legs had gotten a little chilly from the cold when you opened the door.

you offered them something to drink, even something to eat, but they insisted on being fine, so you tried to find out how they were, to find out why they needed to talk to you so urgently.

"is everything okay? you scared me a little with that text," you admitted, looking at Jack for a moment. He smiled, resting one of his hands on your thigh.

"we're just worried. We wanted to know if you were okay," he said, which confused you, making you frown.

"me? why?" you tilted your head, still not paying attention to his hand on your skin, gripping your thigh like it belonged there.

"well, we saw Luke before he went out with his friends, and for a moment, we thought things were kinda bad between you two," Quinn chimed in, and this time you looked up at him, feeling a little small under his gaze, as always. "He looked frustrated, the kind of frustration your girlfriend usually helps you forget, if you know what i mean," he clarified, and you thought about it for a moment, blushing in understanding, quickly looking down and playing with the edges of your shorts.

"did he say anything about me?" you asked, feeling a pit in your stomach, anxiety at the thought that maybe there's a problem and you hadn't realized it.

"nothing too important, but we thought maybe something had happened." Jack's hand stroked your thigh comfortingly, and Quinn's arm wrapped around your shoulders. "You know, we don't want anything to happen. We like you, and we don't want you two to separate. He seems better with you."

there's a tension you can't quite recognize, making you swallow hard, your body tensing, your skin prickling with goosebumps, your instincts on edge.

"do you think i should talk to him? maybe there's something i didn't realize," you say, trying to ignore what you're feeling. Jack's hand moved up just a little.

"well, i think he'd appreciate it more if you surprised him. It would help him get rid of the frustration," Jack said, to which your cheeks flushed even more, embarrassment clouding your mind.

"well... we didn't, we didn't..." you started to say, moving one of your hands as you spoke, trying to make it clear without having to say it. Quinn smiled at that fact, but tried not to let you see it.

"really?" Jack's tone was intense, laced with false surprise that made you feel even smaller and more embarrassed.

"is it because of him?" Quinn chimed in this time, to which you quickly shook your head.

"no, it's me. I've never... done it, and i'm afraid of not being enough for him," you sighed. You never thought that one day you'd be confessing this to your boyfriend's brothers.

"i don't think you could be bad at it," Quinn replied, caressing one of your arms, while Jack's hand moved up your thigh, getting closer and closer to his goal.

"but it's true that he seems to need it," Jack said, looking at you with false sympathy, like he was telling you the revelation you needed. "You know... sometimes you need it too much, and it can be frustrating when you can't have it."

"but he said he'd wait." A pout formed on your lips.

"yeah, well, you don't normally say something that cruel, baby." Quinn lowered his hand down your back, placing it just above your ass.

they can see your desperation, your fear, in your face, and they know they have you where they want you.

"what else can i do?" your voice was small, and you placed your hand on top of Jack's, looking for comfort, affirmation, an answer that would help you be a good girlfriend and stop letting your sweet boy down.

"well, we can help you," Jack replied, squeezing your thigh, confusing you, making you frown.

"what?"

"it sounds horrible, i know, but we know Luke's story. He's told us every single one of his experiences, what he liked, what he didn't like. We can help you."

now you know what they're talking about, and a huge guilt immediately settles in your chest. You want to give yourself to Luke, but you're too terrified of being horrible and that he'll decide to leave you because he can't get what he wants.

"will you let us help you? he'll be delighted, drooling at how good you are," Jack continued, this time his face closer to yours, increasing the tension, making you nervous. Your legs unconsciously tried to close, but his hand on your thigh prevented it. It was then that you noticed how close he was to your pussy, making you swallow with difficulty.

"i don't want to cheat on him, he..."

"he won't know. We're his brothers helping you with a surprise. It's the least we can do," Quinn interrupted you, his hand so close to your ass it's starting to feel overwhelming.

they know you're hesitating, but they also know their words and touches are confusing you, and all it takes is a little push for you to give in. That's when Jack decides to take a chance, using his free hand, placing it on your cheek, caressing it, bringing your face closer to his until his mouth met yours.

you whimpered against his lips, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in. You kissed back, your mind clouded. Quinn's hands traveled slowly to touch your tits over your shirt, massaging them, playing with your nipples, which were now visible through the fabric, hard and sensitive.

your back arches as he continues to stimulate them, and your hand leaves Jack's to go to his hair, tangling your fingers in it, gently tugging at it as you tried to keep up with him.

Jack kisses different than Luke; he doesn't have that usual love, but he's still gentle, patient. You know he's in charge, but it doesn't bother you.

Quinn works on your shirt, leaving your tits free, your hard nipples catching the cold air, making you moan against Jack's lips. Quinn plays with one of your tits, but his other hand moves down to your shorts. You wanted to close your legs, but the hand on your thighs prevented it, even opening them a little more.

Quinn's hand touched you first, feeling the heat emanating from your pussy, and began to rub it, making your hips move unconsciously, seeking more friction. It was then that Jack pulled away from your mouth, looking into your eyes, knowing you'd already fallen.

"are you gonna let us help you?" he murmured, close to your face, and you thought about it for a moment, trying to think of the positive side, that you would learn and be the best you could be for Luke. Thinking that at least they´re his brothers.

when you nodded, Jack asked again, wanting to hear your words before continuing. Quinn stopped touching your pussy, equally attentive.

"yes... please, help me," you said, loud enough for both of them to hear.

they both move away from your body, which confuses you, but then Quinn signals for you to stand up, so you do. You finish removing your shirt, leaving it aside.

"kneel in front of us. You're gonna learn how to suffocate on two cocks." Your cheeks turn red again when Jack tells you this, but you obey, getting on your knees, watching as they sat a little closer and pulled down their pants, leaving them only in their underwear.

"you have to finish hardening them. You can touch, kiss, but make sure our cocks are hard before you take them out," Jack ordered, and you tried to follow his instruction. You brought your face down to Quinn's cock, leaving small, wet kisses, feeling how warm his skin is even through the fabric. Your hand went to Jack's bulge, stroking it, rubbing it, leaving small squeezes.

your mouth opened slightly, and you licked the length of it, then kissed again, drawing a gasp from him. Jack placed his hand over yours, guiding you, helping you squeeze his cock just right.

you continued touching them, alternating, placing kisses on Jack's cock and stroking Quinn's. And you could feel how hard they were.

when it was enough, Jack stopped you. "Now take off my underwear." you did as he ordered, pulling down his underwear with his help, watching as his cock rise, proud, veiny, completely hard. Almost instinctively, you leaned in, licking from the base to the tip, then placing a kiss there, drawing a groan from him that was much louder than the previous ones.

"don't forget about me, babe." Quinn caught your attention, and embarrassed, you moved over to him, scraping your knees more. When you removed his underwear, you repeated the process, wanting both to feel equally pleased. He smirked at this, and his hand slapped your face gently, as if to say "good dog." And that made your pussy a little wetter, causing you to try to rub yourself against the floor, looking pathetic and desperate in his eyes.

"come on, you have to keep going," Quinn teased you, to which you nodded, taking his cock in one of your hands, jerking him off slowly. "Put it in your mouth," he ordered, and you obeyed, opening your lips and trying to swallow him completely, which clearly didn't work, causing you to gag and have to pull out, coughing. He laughed at you.

"careful, you can go slow. Remember, we're teaching you," Jack reminded you, so you decided to try again, this time going slower, pushing his cock in inch by inch until you reached your limit. "Good girl," he congratulated you, making you feel strangely proud. "Now move your head, suck, lick. Try to jerk off what doesn't go in, you know how to do it." And that's what you did, trying to do it properly. Quinn helped you by putting a hand in your hair, guiding you to move your head up and down at a faster pace, starting to abuse your throat. Little by little, he began to ignore your moans and your gagging, and he can see you moving your hand to Jack, jerking him off to keep paying attention to him, squeezing him like he'd told you.

strings of your drool trickled down Quinn's cock, and your gagging was now a little more under control. You were getting better at swallowing his cock, and he could cum just from the sight.

"doing so good for me" he complimented you, moving his hips, thrusting into your mouth, making you choke for a moment. After that, you had to pull away, gasping for air, feeling it burn in your lungs, and then you moved, scraping your knees to get closer to Jack, who was waiting for you with a smile.

you swallowed his cock like you were already an expert, bringing your hand to Quinn's dick, spreading your drool all over it as you sucked the cock into your mouth. The sensation clouds your mind; you feel addicted. It feels so good you could hold them in your mouth all day, their full weight on your tongue, destroying your throat, making you choke and gag.

you moved more fiercely, and Jack moaned your name, delighted. Without realizing it, you began to masturbate Quinn a little more vigorously, making his cock throb under your hand, desperately wanting to cum.

"are you gonna swallow it?" Jack looked at you, and you could only stare back at him, your eyes glazed over, your mouth full. "Of course you will, you're gonna be a good girl for me," he said, agitated, and you wanted to nod, tell him that you would be, but you could only let him move his hips, taking his entire cock in, fucking your throat like you could take it, making tears stream down your face and the air stop going to your lungs. Your face starts to turn red and long, thick strips of cum start to fill your tongue, running down your throat as you do your best to swallow without choking.

when he finished cumming, he pulled his cock out of you, and you were able to swallow the rest calmly, sticking out your tongue to show him you obeyed him. He smiled at you, and you were able to move to Quinn, now devouring his cock, desperate to make him cum, to make his dick fill your throat with his fluids. You need it, you want it. Quinn feels overstimulated, moaning at how well you're doing, and that's when he cums, filling your mouth, making you moan with satisfaction, too cockdrunk to think about anything else.

you swallowed everything as you rubbed your pussy against the floor again, leaving a wet patch on both your clothes and the floor. You showed him your tongue so he knew you were good.

"good girl," he complimented you, to which you smiled, feeling warmth in your chest and an overwhelming need to keep receiving their compliments.

"now i want you face down, ass up," Jack ordered, and you nodded. They got up from the couch to give you space, and you settled in. Quinn stood behind you, while Jack stood in front of you, his cock close to your face. "He'll be gentle... or he'll try," he told you, referring to his older brother. In response, Quinn slapped your ass a bit hard, making you moan in surprise, though instead of pushing you away, your pussy only got wetter.

Quinn took off your shorts, seeing the huge wet patch on your panties. It was big; it made him smile.

Jack motioned for you to start touching his cock, so you did, taking him in your hand again, masturbating slowly this time, not knowing what to expect from Quinn. Behind you, he leaned down and began licking your pussy through your clothes, wandering over your folds and touching your clit, tasting you even through your panties, and smelling your arousal, feeling dizzy. You moaned loudly, surprised, feeling the fabric stick to your skin, cold. And the way his beard scraped your skin, irritating it.

Jack slapped you gently to remind you of him, noticing that you'd stopped masturbating him, so you went back to it, wanting to be good. But it's a difficult task when Quinn is devouring your pussy through the fabric, soaking your panties so much that the material is almost transparent. It was then that he broke the fabric, ripping it, opening a gaping hole that gave him access to your pussy. Then he began to devour you directly, sucking on your clit, teasing your hole. Your fluids dripped down his chin, making a mess on his face, and your pussy became increasingly irritated by his beard, making you moan desperately, so loud that Jack decided to silence you by shoving his cock into your mouth. Your noises vibrated against its length.

Quinn uses one of his hands to part your folds and spits on your hole, watching as his drool ran down the middle and reached your clit. It's wild, disgusting, but he loves it, so he slaps your pussy a couple of times with his hand, spreading his drool, making your juices squirt, overstimulating your pussy. You try to move closer to his face, but you can't.

Jack places two hands in your hair, gripping you tightly, holding you still in place, slowly fucking your throat, feeling his cock slowly harden again.

Quinn decides to put one of his fingers into your tight hole, and fat, hot tears run down your cheeks. Your walls stretch, molding to his finger. And he moves it in and out, exploring, getting to know your insides, feeling how tight you are.

you're going to suffocate his cock. Maybe even break in two with how tight you are. The thought alone drives him crazy, and he decides not to wait, putting another finger inside you, moving them faster, helping himself with your fluids, trying to prepare you for him and for Jack.

his brother tries to keep the pace slow, but it's hard when you're sucking him like that, like a goddess, covering his cock with drool, swallowing him like a good whore, like he belongs in your mouth.

Quinn hammers into you with his fingers until he feels you're close to cumming, pulling them out, listening to you moan with your mouth full, drawing a laugh from him. "You have nothing to complain about," he mocked. With his hands, he spread your ass, staring at your hole. He spit again, watching some of his drool enter your newly stretched hole.

the image alone could make him cum.

finally, he takes his cock, guiding it to your pussy, rubbing it between your folds. Inside, you feel a little panicked, though it's not much considering your foggy mind and the way Jack is fucking your throat.

Quinn stars to slowly put his dick into your hole, moving all the way in. You moan, feeling some pain, though not as much as you expected. His cock feels huge inside you, it's like he's everywhere. And he's hitting something sensitive, a spot inside you that makes your legs want to close. Your moans are so loud that Jack can't resist and he starts moving faster, using his hands in your hair to support himself, fucking your throat at a pace that almost takes your breath away.

Quinn decides to wait for you to relax a little, feeling suffocated by how hard you're squeezing him. But Jack? Jack hears your gags, feels your drool falling down his thighs, staining your chin, the couch, everything. Your throat burns, stings like never before, and you feel like after this you'll be unable to speak.

Quinn left soft caresses on your hip, trying to relax you until he felt you loosen a little. Then he began to move, in and out of you slowly, trying to get you used to the feeling, trying not to hurt you.

his cock slides in and out of you, making an obscene sound thanks to how soaked you are.

Jack feels on the edge, but decides to slow down, pulling out of your mouth, using his cock to slap your cheek, smearing you with your drool, making you feel his dick against your face. And you rub yourself, kissing the base, moaning heavily.

Quinn begins to move faster, giving in to his desires, and you can feel him going deeper and deeper inside you, molding your walls to his size, taking possession of your first time, of your pussy, marking his name deep inside you.

he moves fast, intense, making a mess of your pussy, irritating the skin of your ass. And he starts to lose control, slapping your ass over and over again, watching your skin turn bright red and wild, with the shape of his hands.

his cock slams so hard inside you that you feel like you're going to break, it's like he's tearing you apart. There's no way this can be healthy. You cry, and your tears reach Jack's cock, which throbs against your face, holding back his desire to cum at the sight before him.

you feel a pressure in your lower abdomen, an overwhelming need to release, and it´s like you can't resist. And you try to warn Quinn, but he feels it in your walls, which are spasming just like your legs. Your hole tightened again, making it almost impossible to move inside you, but he kept at it. Your orgasm was so strong that for a moment you saw black, your body lost strength, and between the two of them, they had to hold you while you made a mess of Quinn's cock.

he had to pull out of you, cumming in your ass, staining your panties, making his cum burn on your irritated skin.

and you thought they were over, so you closed your eyes, trying to control your breathing and calm your heartbeat. Your legs ache, your ass hurts, and you feel like talking will be the worst torture.

that's when you feel movement around you, and you decide to open your eyes to see what's happening.

in front of you now stands Quinn, and your eyes widen in panic when you realize Jack has taken his place behind you.

"what? you thought you were only going to learn from me?" Quinn mocked.

Jack didn't try to stretch you or help you at all, knowing you were already ready for him. So he took his cock in his hand. His tip was red, hangry. He thrust inside you in one motion, and you whimpered, feeling overly sensitive, a huge tingle inside you.

Quinn leaned down a little, and with both hands, lifted your face so he could lean in close and kiss you. It's the first time he's kissed you, and he'll use it to distract you, so Jack can start without feeling guilty.

Quinn is possessive, his mouth seems to claim yours, and he feels so good that you try to keep kissing him.

he's different from Luke and Jack; he's like a drug.

Jack begins to move, not too fast, not too slow, watching in awe as his cock slides in and out of you, stretching your pussy, molding it to his size this time. And your pussy swallows him, receiving him like it belongs there, like you should always have his cock buried inside you.

when the kiss between you and Quinn starts to get out of hand, Jack starts moving faster, harder, and you moan against the Quinn's mouth, feeling how deep Jack's cock is touching you.

Quinn moves one of his hands to your tits and begins to play with your nipple, increasing your overstimulation, making it so that you can't continue the kiss without feeling like it's too much.

Jack puts his hands on your hips so he can move harder, and his grip is so tight it starts to leave bruises, bruises that will later turn into violent colors, reminding you of what you did, just as much as the painted hands on your ass. And the thought makes him moan, hammering inside you, feeling how he wants to come, and considering doing it inside you, inside your clenching walls.

and you don't even see it coming; you're so overstimulated that you don't even recognize the urge to cum, so it just happens, making another mess with your fluids, creating a small pool on the couch. And for Jack, it's almost irresistible. He wants to last longer, but playing with your mouth had sent him over the edge, so he pulls out of you just in time, staining your pussy, watching as your cum stains your inner thighs and folds. Some also fell onto the couch, along with your fluids.

they give you a second to breathe, because they know you need it, but when they feel you calmer, they move again, and Quinn starts moving your body, lifting you slightly so Jack could get under you, then you on top, sitting almost on his cock.

"what?" you said, your voice hoarse and broken, and suddenly feeling terrified. Your body can't take another round. It'll break. That's what you thought.

"relax, we'll be careful," Jack promised, though that didn't make you feel any calmer.

“no... no, i can’t do it again…” you tried to protest, but Quin made you lift up a little, and Jack aligned his cock with your hole, inserting the tip carefully. Quinn helped you go down, and you can’t believe how much he feels even deeper now, hitting your cervix, destroying you. Your eyes are sore from all the crying, so it hurts when you want to whimper again. Your throat aches with every moan, and your legs are numb. Still, you try to please him, moving back and forth, in circles, whatever, just trying to move with what little strength you have left. You can feel him getting harder and harder inside you with every movement, but before you can move any more desperately, his hands find your waist, signaling that you could go up and down. Your legs are shaking with each lift, but it's starting to feel good, so you ignore it, placing your hands on Jack's abdomen, feeling his cock slide deeper inside you.

Quinn, from behind, puts some pressure on your back, causing you to almost lie on Jack's chest. You want to ask, but you feel him start to tear your poor panties even further, beginning to rub against your other hole. Your eyes widen, but you don't even have the strength to protest, to beg him for mercy. You just let him do whatever he wants with your body, and he notices, so he keeps rubbing, using both of your fluids, trying to get you to relax. Jack beneath you begins to move his hips, helping you move with the new position, and the combined stimulation makes you turn your head to the side, looking at Quinn and nodding to him.

he smiles and slowly inserts a finger all the way inside. It feels weird, different, and you can't tell if you like it. But Quinn starts moving his finger, sliding in and out, helping you get used to it while Jack keeps moving inside your pussy, leaving you with no time to think about the pain or discomfort. It's overwhelming, but you let them continue.

Quinn insert another finger and he moves them faster, it's easier. He knows that with how tight you are, you might need another one, so he keeps preparing you, grateful that Jack is helping you cloud your mind.

you whimper, feeling so open and exposed. So dirty. You scold yourself for resisting the idea, for refusing to feel something as pleasurable as this. And you wonder if with more experience this would be even better, if you'd have more stamina to last more rounds, for more fun.

when Quinn senses you're ready, he pulls his fingers out of you, and you pout, slightly disappointed. It doesn't last long, though, as you soon feel his tip pushing its way inside your hole, entering slowly, even more gently than he had in your pussy. Jack stopped to still your body, and you moaned loudly as he pushed deeper and deeper.

it hurts, and you want to tell him, but you can only whimper and stare at Jack with glassy eyes. He understands, so he places his lips on yours, trying to distract you. His hands grip your waist, and he helps you move slowly, helping both cocks move inside you.

you've never felt so full, so used.

you were being a whore for them.

Quinn matches your movements, sliding in and out of you, abusing your ass, moving harder and harder, noticing how your moans begin to die in his brother's mouth, and how your body begins to relax. He feels he's in control again, and it drives him crazy. He's taking another first time, taking over another of your holes, and he knows that every time you want to think about the first man to shove his cock deep inside you, you'll have to think about him and how good he made you feel.

they move fast, intense. The place smells strongly of you, of sex, of this guilty union. Along with the scent of your arousal. It's addictive, like a drug.

you feel that knot inside you again, faster than the other times, and you're embarrassed, but you're so open and so tight that you can't resist, cumming just when the fun was just beginning. And you're suffocating their cocks, so much that Jack pulls away from you a little to moan, throwing his head back.

almost instinctively, you lean in, leaving wet kisses on his neck, even daring to lick, bite, suck. You don't know why, but you needed to do it, needed to leave your mark on both of them. Something possessive inside you ignited when you saw the possibility.

the movement of you leaning in made Quinn slide out of you a little, and suddenly a thought came to his mind, something different that might hurt you a little at first. But he can't help it, not now.

he pulls his cock out of your ass completely, but before you can complain, his tip touches your filled hole. Jack feels it, but decides not to say anything, just lets it continue. He knows what's coming. And he yearns for it just the same.

when they decided to use you, to come to your house and corrupt your body and mind completely, they agreed they'd try as many things as they could, as long as you'd let them. So he's not going to refuse. Not when it means this will make you even more addicted to them. You won't be able to forget them, to let them go. No matter how many times you're with Luke after this, it'll never feel like that first time, when you let his brothers mark their names deep inside you, getting used to their rhythms, sizes. To their fun.

you feel pain when Quinn begins to push into your pussy. It's like your walls are tearing apart, letting yourself be filled even more, following Jack's cock, forgetting that it's your first time, that your body is exhausted, that you've come so many times that your body is completely sensitive.

and yet, you let him continue.

with difficulty, he moves as deep as he can, and they give you a moment to breathe, to adjust, until you begin to move on your own, trying to feel them deeper, sliding in, filling you. You're dizzy, and they move, making you feel broken, to the edge.

the way your walls suffocate them makes it hard to go faster, but little by little, Jack picks up a little more pace, and then Quinn is the one who moves harder. They feel their cocks together, taking ownership, fighting for space, to be the one who makes you cum one last time.

the way they look and touch your body is obsessive.

Quinn's hands went to your breasts, and your body lifted a little, detaching yourself from Jack, allowing him to play with your tits, squeezing them, massaging them, letting them bounce with the movements. And his face went to your shoulder, biting, leaving his mark, and making his beard irritate your skin.

Jack was mesmerized by the way you move, how your body looks completely used, exhausted. He wants to see you like this forever, like his personal whore.

he wants to use you whenever he wants. Arriving at your house when he knows Luke won't be there, taking the opportunity to show you more things, to get you used to his favorite poses, his favorite rhythm.

he wants you to be able to think of no one else after this.

and soon you feel the urge to cum, doing it intensely. This time, though, they did too. And you expected them to burst out of you like the previous times, but you can't deny how good it felt when thick, white loads filled your insides. Their cum stained your gummy walls, filling you up. And they didn't move from inside you for a while. Everyone tried to calm their breathing, taking in everything that just happened.

and you wanna feel guilty, but you can't, not when you feel this good, when all you can do is smile and curl up in Jack's body, wishing they'd take care of you, treat you well, make you feel this good all the time.

and they know they did a good job, that they fulfilled their mission, so they sigh, satisfied.

although... maybe they'll have to train you a little more, just to be safe, to make sure you're even better. You know.

from now on, Luke may have to share you, because his brothers can't seem to leave your body, to stop using you. And you won't be able to forget them, not after this.

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We got Jack and Quinn with pillow princesses. What about Luke? It's his time. Please.

Hey there, lovely. Of course, of course, Lukey time. You've distracted me from my other blurbs waiting to be finished (sorry but oh my gosh). I fear I need more Luke photos (i am begging for photos of this cutie)

18+. Whore thoughts. Fluff and smut, of course. Unprotected sex.

Luke would notice the way you would tense whenever you came across a video about tips and tricks on oral sex, specifically giving blowjobs. Why your FYP or explore page was showing you that, he didn't know, but he could see your troubled look, your eyebrows furrowing, your teeth biting on your lower lip. Then you would look at him, looking so lost.

Luke knew your dilemma. The pressure to reciprocate, because of the silly fucking videos you come across. He didn't like it. Why would you need to reciprocate when he loved giving you your pleasure, your need, your wants. So, every time, he would move, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your lips, taking your phone from your fingers.

He could feel you melt, shivering when his other hand run up your arm, over your shoulder, over your neck to crane it upwards as he snaked his tongue into your awaiting lips. Kissing you was always so perfect. Your softness. Your eagerness. Your reciprocation. Sometimes you would nip at his lip, a signal for him to fuck you already, because you got a bit of a brat in you. Sometimes you would lick his lip greedily like you wanted to taste him as he did with you. Now, you were simply kissing back. Softly. Oh, so softly.

"I won't ask for something you don't want to do," he whispered after he parted from you. He could see your protest, your lips pouting so he kissed it. Just a little peck. "Stop stressing, sweetheart."

He saw the way your eyes sparkled at his endearment. They always did, but even more when he was calling you that. It was cute. You were so cute.

"Say it again," you demanded, chin tipping up, challenging him to defy you.

Like Luke could ever. Sometimes he would think if he had not proven himself enough. You kept trying him again and again as if you were waiting for him to slip up. Except, your word has always been his creed. He would take in what you demand and he would do it without fail.

"Sweetheart," he whispered, feeling your shaky breath on his face as he leaned forward. "My sweets."

"Sweets," you echoed.

A light giggle escaped you, your cheeks flushing with a deep red. You grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. A succession of little pecks in between giggles that also had him laughing. This was exactly one of the reasons why he loved you. You expressed your joy so easily, so freely, and his heart was doing somersaults in his chest.

Luke took a moment to relish the kisses, then he grabbed your nape, deepening it because it wasn't enough. He needed more. He slid his tongue, groaning when you playfully bite down on his tongue, shuddering at the feel of your smile. So cute. You think you were in full control but it was Luke who could easily push you into a haze by just slipping his hand into your pants, his fingers pressing at the growing wet patch on your panties.

"Want me to make you feel good?" Luke asked, licking the soft and tender skin of your neck, greedily smelling your alluring scent. He listened to your pleading moans, waiting for actual words to spill out of your pretty lips, his finger teasing your clothed slit, pressing and circling over where your clit was. "This feels good?"

"Oh, Luke," you cried out when he slipped your panties to the side, when he slides two fingers into your quivering heat. "More please."

As you commanded, he fucked you with his fingers, making you moan and gasp, while he nipped and kissed your neck. He sucked on your skin, leaving hickeys, groaning at the taste of you. The taste of sweat that started to shine on your skin. The taste of your scent. Just you. He needed everything.

So, he greedily took it. He curled his fingers in a come-hither motion, making your thighs quiver, makign your back arch. He ate up how pleasure overtook your senses. The way your eyebrows furrowed, the way your eyes rolled up or closed. The way your lips parted to free your every sound. The way your pussy feel around his fucking fingers. The way your nipples pebbled,begging to be touched, so he did, pinching them. He commited your pleasure, your beauty to his memory. Everything.

His cock felt painfully hard in his pants. Without looking, he knew he was making a mess on his pants. The gray material turning dark from his pre-cum. He might even come from the sight of you, from the feel of your pussy pulsing, from the squeal you let out as you come, but he held himself back, grinding his palm over clit, pounding his fingers into the spot that had you begging for more, more, and more.

You didn't need to beg.

Luke parted from you, gritting his teeth at your whimper from the lost of him. He immediately reassured you, pressing a kiss to your calf as he lifted your legs up. He pulled your pants off, letting your leg fall onto his side while he gripped the other, spreading you open like that, his fingers smearing your cum on your skin. He intently watched you, tugging his pants down his ass, slapping his aching dick against your pussy.

"Luke, please, please."

You didn't need to beg. Right, but fuck, your pleas sounded like music. Your eyes were shining with tears. Not from sadness or panic. No. Just tears of desperation, because you needed him to give you more. More he would. He loved doing just that. It brought him pleasure to bring you pleasure. He wouldn't need blowjobs because he preferred going down on you so he could feast on your pussy. He preferred setting the pace of fucking you. He preferred giving because. Just because. All for his sweetheart. For his beautiful princess.

Luke sank into you, moaning at the perfect fit of your pussy around him like you were made for him. He fucked you. Slowly at first. He let you feel every inch of him, rolling his hip to get deeper inside of you. He got rewarded by your breathy moans, by the sight of you gripping the fleece blanket on the couch, by your pussy clamping around him.

All of a sudden, the distance of the position got too much. Luke grabbed both of your thighs, wrapping them around his hips, before he leaned to take your lips, tasting your sighs and groans. He only stopped kissing when you turned your head away so you could breathe.

He also needed to breathe. He rested his forehead against your temple, kissing your cheeks, as he rutted into you like he was in heat. He knew exactly when you were about to come so he continued his pace, not changing a thing, persistently reaching your depths, until you come which triggered his release.

Luke was in a haze as he drew out both of your orgasms. After he gave his last spurts of his cum, he slipped out of you, parting just a bit from you so he could watch his cum drip from your quivering pussy. He was so mesmerized with the sight like he always had. He absently run his thumb over your sensitized clit, making you squeeze and letting out so much more of him.

When he gazed up your half lidded eyes, he felt his cock twitch, making him shudder from sensitivity.

"Do you want more?" He asked, gripping the base of his wet cock.

You bit your lip. The action only made his cock throb harder. He cursed, wanting to make you stop when he knew he couldn't stop you from being so pretty, when he knew whatever you do, he would be so turned on again.

"Bedroom," was all you said, your eyes burning with the same need that he felt.

Luke sprung up, taking you with him. The trip to your bedroom was quick. His heart pounded when you crawled over the sheets. He could see the mess between your thighs. He could see how you kept your ass up while you grabbed a pillow to hug.

You peered at him. "What are you waiting for, Luke?"

Luke didn't know he could move so fast.

Good night, lovelies. 🏃🏻‍♀️We thank @ajuice-matts for giving endearments that Lukey might call you. 😎

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SCREAMING, YOU'RE WRITING NICO TOO ?! I CANNOT. GIRL. GIRL. PANICKING HARD RN.

On Nico and manhandling … speak on that 🎤👀 we’ve all seen that one gym video 😤

The gym videos.. he's so yummily big. I don't talk much about Nico but I'm always lurking. Lurking with whore thoughts. Warnings: me.

I think he'd be the most likely to manhandle you. He has the strength. He'd get off on making you a little doll. His little doll to play with, to completely brutalize.

He wouldn't need to tie you up. Wouldn't need to cuff you to make you stay still. He can do it with his body weight alone. He'd have so much fun with it.

Even if you do try and struggle, to push away from the pleasure he's giving you, you wouldn't be able to budge him. Your attempts would be completely laughable.

He might give you an inch, only to then rest all of his weight completely on you, trapping you more.

Shoving your head into the bed with his arm, sticking himself to your back, forcing you down further. The type to fuck you slow and hard, really wanting you to feel the power he has to ruin you. Every thrust making you sob, threatening to rip the bed sheets as you try and find any help.

One of his favourite positions being the full nelson.. how it lets him have complete control over you, even when you shake and scream. Holding you with ease. It's the one time he'll fuck into you at an almost impossible pace, needing to make a mess of his girl.

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omg can you do quinn with a pillow princess, that is right up his alley since he seems so caring

Hello, lovely. Of course. It's time for Quinn having a pillow princess 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Firm believer that you won't just be his princess

18+. Whore thoughts. This is smut. Unprotected sex. Slight soft dom hints. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Quinn would love to lay on top of you, resting his weight on you with just his forearms supporting himself.

His hips would move in slow circles as he grinded against your quivering pussy. His lips would kiss your lips with so much fervor. His hand softly running up your sides, his thumbs pressing on your delicate flesh, teasing the underside of your breasts. He would groan when you moaned into his mouth.

He would shiver when your hands snake up his sides, up between the two of you to graze over his pectorals, up to his shoulders. Then you pulled him closer, whining with your not so silent pleas. All while you kiss him so softly, your tongue lazily meshed with his, your lips feeling so damned amazing.

"Does my angel need something?" He asked, nipping your lips.

His thumb rolled over your nipple. His other hand slips under your thigh, hooking it over his forearm, spreading you wider for him. He could feel your words on your tongue, begging to be let out, but he kissed you deeper, smiling into the kiss when he feels you lazy hip movements that made your pussy graze his cock which caused sensations to shoot through out his whole fucking body.

"If you don't say anything, we'll just stay and do this," Quinn teased, getting hypnotized by the way you desperately inhale the soft blows of his breaths.

Still, you kept quiet, like you've been suspended in whatever headspace you were in. Your eyes gazed up his, so glazed in the way that showed how absent yet so present you were. The sign that you were just waiting for him to claim you, to make a mess out of you, to bring you to the heights of pleasure. The sign of your surrender to whatever he planned.

Usually, Quinn would like it. He loved making you feel so good. He would do nothing else but look at how your eyes would roll back as you come hard that you couldn't scream, that your thighs would shake, that your toes would curl, that your nails would dig into his back. He would be delighted, be so honored that you let him take you until he would fill your pussy with his cum or spill across your sweat-shined abdomen, be so amazed with how your fingers would push the cum that escaped you back in your quivering heat or rubbed it on your skin.

Shamelessly, he would get off to that especially your submission to him. Not just sexually. The way you let him provide for you made his heart all soft and mushy. It was the simple things really, like when you let him order for you in a new restaurant, when you whispered in his ears what you wanted to say to the shop clerks so he could say it, when you would slightly and subtly moved behind him sometimes, giggling into his shoulder, so he could speak about your well-being, your plans, your achievements. He loved taking the reigns, because it would boil down to you feeling so comfortable and happy. Those were the only important things for him.

You just trusted him so much, offering everything you have as much as he had given you all of him. He didn't mind it. He loved making you feel good. Your pleasure brought him his. Your happiness. Your excitement. Everything.

He would sacrifice everything for you every fucking day.

However, right now, he needed your words. He yearned for the words accompanying that look in your eyes.

"Please tell me what you want," He pleaded.

You didn't need to talk out loud. You could just whisper it. He would hear it because your soft sounds were the only things in his fucking mind beyond the feel of you. Your eyes looked lazily into his, a smile tracing along your beautiful features.

"I want to feel good, Quinny," you said so breathily. "Make me feel good? Need to feel more." With that, Quinn angled his hips so his tip presses on your hole. The effect was immediate. He had you writhing, your nails digging into his nape, your pants getting faster. "Please, Quinn. Please. Please."

While Quinn liked hearing your pleas, he would prefer your moans, prefer your soft squeals and groans, so slowly, inch by inch, he entered your clenching pussy. When you pulled him for a kiss, he obliged you, kissing you, fucking you so slowly, letting you feel every stroke, ever sensation, every shivering pleasure.

"You okay?" He asks, pressing kisses on your jaw, down your neck, to your artery that pounded with your racing pulse. "How's my angel?"

He groaned, feeling your pussy squeeze around him. He knew you would like to be called his angel. Your eyes shone, pupils blowing out, staring right at his eyes. You nodded, your hips meeting his thrusts, rolling in the way that had him gritting his teeth so he woukd not just come right fucking there.

Could you see how much his very being was being undone because of your tiny gasps, your moans, your sighs? Could you see his desperation to give you whatever you would need? Could you understand that he will never mind being on top? He would never. He loved controlling the pace, listening intently at your reactions, which angles would make you scream harder, feeling what makes your pussy walls quiver until you come. He loved eating your pussy out, teasing your clit before fucking you with his tongue.

Others might think he was doing all the work. He didn't fucking mind nor care about it. All that was important was you. Just you.

"Oh, Quinn. Please harder." You gasped, writhing as he rolled his hips, thrusting against that spongy spot that had your arousal leaking around him, pooling beneath you.

Quinn listened. He gripped both of your thighs now, almost pulling out of you only to thrust his full length in one quick motion, moving exactly how you would want him to.

He would fuck you harder, deeper, more thoroughly. Until your back was arching off the bed, until your pleas turned into slurred and hurried words. Until you would scream his name as you come, your pussy squeezing him so tightly that he couldn't ride out your orgasm, that he ended up coming so deeply inside of you.

"Oh, my Love, my Angel, my Queen," he groaned, "You feel so good. You did so well taking all of me. Do you feel full?"

He pressed over your lower abdomen, making you writhe, a lone tear escaping you while you still begged for him to fuck you more and more.

"Okay, angel. I'll do just that. Just relax," he cooed in your ear, pressing gentle kisses on your cheeks then your lips, trying his best to ease you. He swallowed his groan when you finally did, letting his half-hard cock go. "I need a few minutes."

He swore he could see tears threatening to fall from your eyes instantly. He kissed you, rubbing your arms to ground you.

"I'm here," he whispered over and over again. "We won't stop yet."

Slowly, he kissed his way down your body, licking the sweat shining on your skin, whispering praises that you deserved. He smiled at the way you parted your legs, letting him see your pussy dripping with your mixed fluids.

Quinn didn't waste any more time. He started licking up the salty mix of you, groaning at the sound of your hiss because you were all so sensitive, moaning at your fingers threading through his hair to signal him to do more.

And more he did.

I kinda made him a slight lifestyle dom. Just a bit. Just a hint. Or... did i?? Not sure. Good night, lovelies!

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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. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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nixy i am drunk and i cant make up my mind if i wanna make out with luke or just cuddle him

Or jack or quinn I'm not picky ya know

I love you so much smoochies 😚😚😚😚

-🐥

Hello, lovely. You must've had a great time. I miss drinking. I fear I got barred from buying anything coz I just filled the fridge with lots of juice (like my childhood school juices) and now I am having trouble finishing them. I am losing it. Anyway, drunken cuddles/makeout time 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Lukey in the middle coz he was the first one you mentioned 😎 but yes, seperate blurbs for all three of them.

18+. Slight whore thoughts. Luke -> Jack -> Quinn (headcanon-ish? Idk). You and each of the Hugheses are drunk. Drunken advances and reciprocation. ⬇️

Luke Hughes

You would be so drunk that you couldn't stand up from the hallway on your way from the bathroom. Luke only found you when he heard a faint sound of you calling his name and there you were, giggling to yourself while you trace the lines of the floorboards.

He would call your name and you would look at him like you wanted to climb him. Luke almost froze but he managed to pick you up, listening to where you wanted to go. The couch, you said. You wanted to drink more which got Luke frowning, purposefully sitting you faraway from the beer cans.

"You're drunk," he blandly stated when you suddenly climb over his lap, your hands tracing over his chest, a mischief glittering your hazy eyes.

"Not drunk," you slurred, giggling as you leaned closer. "Just a kiss, Lukey."

Luke would try to resist, but he was also drunk, his blood buzzing through his veins, his heart picking up a faster tempo. He would normally feel nervous and not pursue your advances, but every sensible thought in his head was nowhere to be seen. He ended up witu his hand around your nape, letting your tongue snake past his lips, matching the fervor of your kisses. His other hand curves over your hip, slipping into your shirt, finding home against your lower back.

He would feel the lazy grinds of your hips, making his cock ache in his pants as your pussy rubbed over him. He would be so turned on but when your lips stopped moving with his, your eyes drifting close, he would softly lay both of you down on the couch, snatching the fleece blanket over you two.

He would cuddle you until he hears your snores. Until he also fell asleep with your head carefully tucked over his chest.

Jack Hughes

When Jack realizes how drunk you were--so much more drunk than him who can't even stand without his head spinning--he would be plotting. He crawled towards you as you try to open up another beer can. He gripped your hands so tightly, prying the can away, grabbing your neck as you try to protest, kissing you when you were about to shout.

He would chuckle into the kiss when you whimpered, getting on top of his lap to kiss him harder. "You taste like booze and you wanted to drink more?"

"Shut up, Jack. You taste like fucking beer too." you groaned, your arms wrapping around his nape. "Kiss me."

"So feisty." He would smirk, getting so smug, because when he pulls away, you would try and try to chase after his lips. "I'm drunk."

"Don't care," you huffed, looking so petulant.

He press a finger on your forehead, pushing you away. "You're drunk."

"You kissed me first! If you don't shut up and kiss me, I will drink more," you threatened, words slurring just a bit.

Shit, Jack thought he was more drunk than he realized. He would try to speak up but you grabbed him by his cheeks, kissing him until he gripped your hips, helping you grind yourself on top of him. He would try to act like he got a lot of self-control, bargaining a cuddle instead when you pushed his shirt off.

But the moment you stripped your shirt off. He would lose it. He would overturn your position, craddling the back of your head as he put you on your back on the carpetted floor. He would kiss you harder, tasting you mixed with beer, swallowing your moans as he grind down on your clothed pussy. Your thin pajama shorts would get so wet that you were making a mess on his sweatpants.

"I don't think I can hold back," he groaned, pushing down his waistband, his cock slapping up his lower abdomen.

"Then don't." You tugged down your own shorts, your leg hooking over his hips. "Just cuddle with me after."

That was all he needed to hear. He would fuck you so languidly, so much slower than his usual pace, because he was truly drunk. At some point, after you came around him, Jack would pass out. His cock would still be inside you, not managing to come himself, but his arms were around you, cuddling you like what you wanted.

Quinn Hughes

Quinn would be in control. He would watch your alcohol intake, counting the increasing number of empty cans, but he wouldn't stop you. Well, until you were basically on him and making him drink more and more than he would like. He couldn't fight you off, because you would give him the biggest fucking puppy eyes that had him folding.

For some reason, he would find himself naked after falling for your drinking games while you are still fully-clothed.

"This is fucking unfair," he complained once he realized the state of him.

"Oh, okay." You pouted, stopping your hands from getting to his cock which twitched because he also realized what you're trying to do. "Do you want me to be naked?"

He would choke on nothing. His ears were buzzing as much as his blood boiled. Desperately, he nodded. He watched you with wide eyes as you clumsily strip but you got trapped in your--his--hoodie, he ended up helping you because you panicked and was bawling your eyes out.

Somehow, Quinn got you to calm down, rubbing your back as you settled on top of him. He would watch you fall asleep while he swallowed his groans because his cock was hard from the feel of your warm breath on his neck. He realized that he didn't kiss at all throughout the night and that bummed him out.

Yet he was still so fucking hard. It would take him an hour to calm down after he filled his head with nothing but hockey and a few game losses then he would also pass out, promising himself that he would makeout with you when the morning comes.

Just quick lil blurbs while I eat my lunch. Nomnom. 😃🫣

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i need cockwarming with Jack. please.

Hello, lovely. Since the requests are piling up and after scrapping the Jack fic I am working on (multiple times. exactly 4 times. bye words), i will lock in aka go head empty.

18+. Whore thoughts. Cockwarming (not orally). Unprotected sex. ⬇️

You two would just be cuddling. Wherever and whenever you were both home. Jack would only want to hold you, his little spoon. Always. It would be so comforting for him to have your back against his chest, your hair tickling his chin or cheek, your neck bared for him to bury his face onto so he could inhale in your scent. It wouldn't matter if you were watching something on the TV, or if both were reading your own book, or just if you just wanted to lay in bed. The thing about that was Jack would end up all bricked up because you would scoot your ass against him.

At first, you two would always freeze, eyes growing wide, turning your heads to each other. Then you would get shy, which only made him harder. He would start grinding against your ass, his hand coming up your throat, his fingers gliding over your jaw, guiding your lips to him. Then, of course, he would fuck you sideways and from behind, before flipping you over back to fuck you like the pillow princess you were. His pillow princess.

After a week of that, you were the one initiating, grinding against him, pushing your sweatpants down. Jack felt like he won the world every time.

You wouldn't always be down to fuck--that's perfectly okay--but only because you wanted to watch the show, or you were getting to the good part of your book. Jack saw the dilemma warring in your eyes. The need to do your hobbies. The need for your pussy to be filled with his cock was so clear in your pretty eyes. It mirrored his need to do that.

So, when you first suggested for him to just stay in, Jack was ecstatic. It was hard though. Your pussy felt so fucking good. Your walls were so wet and perfect around his cock. He didn't last five minutes of getting his cock warmed. Not when you soaked him with your arousal. He ended up begging. Like the sweetest person that you were, you obliged him. Just a quickie to ease his soul.

Day by day, he would last longer inside of you. His control was getting better, but at some point, even relaxed, he would be able to do his own thing while your pussy warmed his cock. The feeling was fucking exquisite. Soothing, almost. It was simply levelled-up cuddles with you, and he loves it.

He would caress your skin—your waist, your hip, the underside of your tits, your arm, your shoulders, your thighs. Everywhere. Just soft touches while he watched hockey or whatever. He loves feeling all of you. He would feel your pussy clenching him as your movements stuttered but you would murmur for him to continue. So he would.

Then at one point, Jack would hear your breaths growing shallower while he traced circles on your hip, his lips kissing your head, your neck, your jaw. He wouldn't be able to stop his smile, because he knew what was coming. He would feel the familiar way of your pussy walls trembling and quivering. Soft moans would escape your lips. Your thighs would shake, one lifting up just slightly.

He wouldn't be able to stop his cock from twitching, but he would hold himself back from thrusting into your heat. His hand curved over your hips, teasing the fold leading to your thigh.

Then you would come, whining when he chuckled at your expense, grumbling and moaning when he teased you for coming from him not doing anything, gasping when he praised you for being so fucking good.

You would kiss him, a silent and unspoken signal that you wanted to be fucked now. Only then Jack would. He would fuck you. Hard and fast or slow and steady. Whatever you wanted or depending on his mood. All he could think would be how much pleasure you were feeling, because he always felt so fucking good.

By the end of it, after he made you come again, he would be slamming his cock deeply, so he could fill you with his cum. Jack wouldn't pull out even if his cock grew softer—half-mast, since he physically cannot be soft when he's still inside you—then you two would resume what you were doing. Only now, you were full of him and his cum.

I need to sleep. Good night 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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