#quinn hughes is captain of the vancouver canucks

[quinnychronicals]

OK tell my why my praise kink has transformed into a Quinn Hughes being praised kink.??

Like I love it when he gets the recognition he deserves from sports commentators and the media. I get a little giddy inside. 🫶🏻

[aristhought]

couldn't stop thinking about that photo of quinn hughes alone on the ice after that game vs vegas. someone save him from the horrors

[jocelynscrazyideas]

Guys idk if this post ever actually posted so I’m reposting it

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

The love you want // Quinn Hughes

Cause I’m still full of the love you want

Summary: Quinn is feeling the weight on his shoulders of his teams struggles, looks for comfort in the one he loves.

Warnings: smut, swearing, kinks (18+) also my first Quinn fic please be nice 😭

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“We keep losing Allie, I can’t get control of my team!” He yells, his voice echoing through our apartment walls. I don’t flinch or react, I stay calm as he expressed himself. Quinn was never one to raise his voice at me, or in general unless he was on the ice. He wore his heart on his sleeve, so I know he was blaming himself for his team’s current struggles. His eyes glistened with tears of anger as he looked out the window, stressfully chewing on his lip. His voice cracks as he looks over at me, “I just don’t know what to do.”

“I wish I had answers, but this isn’t all on you.” I looked over at him mulling over any option possible but it was no use, he was so defeated. “You can only do so much.”

“If I can’t get control of the room what does that say of me as a captain?”

“That you’re still a damn good one.” I stated, making my over to him. I cupped his face in my hands, his stubble pricking at my skin. The second my hands made contact he completely relaxed under my touch. “You took your team to the playoffs your first season as Captain and won the Norris trophy.”

“So what.” He muttered against my hand.

“So…” his lush green eyes locked with mine, and I lost my train of thought. My hands dropped to his chest and our eyes stayed connected. “You’re gonna go in there, demand a players only meeting and you’re not taking no for an answer.”

He looked at me, tilting his head to the side as he bit his lip, “is that so?”

“Yes.” I breathed out as his hands wrapped around my waist, “after all you are Quinn Hughes.”

A small groan came out of him as I ignited his praise kink. He claims he didn’t have one, but I know him better than he thinks. He might be a quiet man but there was nothing that got him harder than hearing about his accomplishments.

“Say it again.” His voice grew huskier and that grip he had on my sides reached up to my neck, instantly causing a pulse between my hips. “Who am I?”

“You’re Quinn Hughes, Captian of the Vancouver Canucks.”

His grip tightened on me, causing me to gasp, “one more time, it sounds so good coming from that pretty little mouth.”

“You’re Quinn Hughes, captain of the Vancouver Canucks.”

“What else am I, sweetheart?” His body pressed into mine, making me feel his erection against my body. My knees hit the back of the bed, expecting to be thrown onto it but it never happened. He kept looking into my eyes, as if he was ready to devour me.

“You’re a Norris trophy winner.”

Quinn snickered, almost arrogantly at my remark, “what about it?”

“You’re the first Canuck ever to win it in franchise history.”

His arrogance turned into something primal. I saw his eyes darken and his breathing slowed, “sit down.”

My heartbeat was in my ears as I followed his direction. He instantly pushed me backwards and crawled right over me. I watched his every move, knowing I was about to be used as a ragdoll. I gasped loudly as his hand reached down my sweatpants, running his fingers over my underwear as he smirked in satisfaction.

“Ready for me already, pretty girl?”

All I could do was nod as he moved my underwear to the side, slowly sliding his fingers against my clit ever so perfectly. My body arched, as if I needed him to be closer to me. He left kisses all along my neck and jaw as he worked his magic, hooking his fingers into me. All you could hear was our laboured breath, mine picking up the pace as I felt my orgasm creeping up.

“Oh my god.”

“Don’t swear to him, swear to me. You are my pretty girl, right?”

“Y-yes.” I croaked out, knowing I was seconds away from drenching Quinn’s fingers. He picked up his pace as I finally let go. “Fuck, Quinn!”

“That’s it baby, I’m right here.” he mused, his fingers stayed hooked in me, his pace matching my breathing. As soon as my head fell back, he slowed right down and slid his fingers out of me. He stayed with me, kissing me ever so softly as I came down from my high. “You’re so fucking beautiful…I never want to be without you.”

“Luckily for you I’m not going anywhere.”

He just softly smirks, dragging his lips over mine again. It started out soft, then grew messier as he took my lip between his teeth. My hips bridged as he slid my sweatpants off, along with my underwear - just leaving me in one of his old practice shirts.

“Come here.” He slumped himself against the headboard, grabbing my hand to guide me onto his lap. My hands fell onto this chest, slowly wandering over his skin. He had a faded bruise on his shoulder from a hard hit, along with one near his neck. I adored every scar, cut and bruise this man had. It showed he had a lot of heart and left it all on the ice.

“What would help you feel better?” I asked, dragging my lips to his cheek, my body pressing firmly against his as he teased me with how hard he was.

“I just wanna be in you.” He whimpers, his hands running under my shirt to grab my breasts. “I don’t even want to come, I just wanna feel you around me.”

My hands braced on the headboard as he swiftly slid his boxers off, his erection sprung out ready for me. As I slid down him, a low growl left his lips, making his eyes shut completely. I hooked my finger under his chin, forcing him to look right at me. His cheeks were flushed pink as I began to rock my hips slowly. He gulped, knowing there was no way he would last.

“Let me …” he grabbed my hips, trying to take control but my hands swatted him away.

“Be a good boy and let me do this.” I whispered into his ear, the praise sent him over the edge as his head fell back onto the headboard. “Trust me.”

His calloused hands dragged over my arms before he wrapped them around my neck, giving me the signal he was getting close. My hands wrapped around his arms to keep my balance as I’m slowly losing my rhythm. I ignored the burning of my thighs, wanting to stop and switch positions but seeing the sweaty, messy state Quinn was in was enough to keep me going.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He spits out, almost in displeasure. “I don’t want to but fuck, Allie you feel so good.”

“How good do I feel?”

Quinn’s body began to squirm, his hands mindlessly roaming my body as he tried to speak, “good enough to put a baby in.”

“Do it then.” I demanded as his eyes shot open to look at me intensely. There was nothing I wanted more than to start a family with him, but I wanted to see if he was bluffing or not. I leaned down, nipping at his ear, “put a baby in me Quinn.”

“Be careful what you wish for.”

“Come inside me then.” I whined as another orgasm escaped me, making me lose track of how many I had. “I know you want to be a dad.”

“You fucking little - “ he lost his words as I felt him spill into me. His chest rising up and down so heavily as more sweat formed on his body. I didn’t move, I just sat there and admired the mess he was in. He blindly grabbed me and pulled me into a soft kiss. As he kissed me I felt his body shuddering from what we just did. I couldn’t help but smirk in satisfaction.

“Do you think it worked?”

Hours later we sat on the couch watching his brothers play while we ate Chinese take out. I looked over at Quinn who kept his eyes on the TV, despite him asking me a question he still was focused on hockey.

“What worked?”

“When I .. uh .. you know.” Even though he wasn’t looking at me I could see his cheeks begin to flush. He was so bashful anytime we talked afterwards about what we did, it was adorable.

“I guess we’ll find out.” I chewed on my lip, “are you okay if …”

“Allie there’s nothing I’d love more than to have a child with you.” He finally turned his attention to me, “I can promise you that.”

“Did you forget about your team?”

“That’s tomorrow’s problem.”

[stereax]

[sweetteainthesummerx]

packing it up!

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pairings: popstar!reader x quinn hughes

warnings: fluff, suggestive content, i also changed one word in the lyrics to fit the fic better

summary: summer at the lake house, and quinn realizes how completely in love with you he is.

song: packing it up by gracie abrams

word count: 2.1 k

notes: ideas from this ask!

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quinn glances at you from the rented car, your hair blowing angelically around your face. he thinks you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, even as you grimace and unstick your locks from your lipgloss.

his hand is heavy and warm on your thigh, your much smaller hand tucked over it.

he's both nervous and excited: you're the first girl he's ever brought to the lake house, the only one he's ever loved like this.

when quinn and you finally pull up to the lake house, luke and jack run out to greet you guys.

they offer hugs and brotherly kisses on the cheek to you, jack's girlfriend following close behind, the two of you reuniting with a squeal, chattering about some reality tv show.

his parents are at the door, hugging their oldest and his mom pulls you into a tight embrace too. jim tucks you under his arm, wanting to show you his new grill.

ellen and jim, who along with the rest of his brothers, met you at the hughes bowl game. technically, his mom had met you over facetime a week after you'd made it official.

at first, he could tell that she'd been a little wary of your public status and insane amount of fame but after getting to know you and seeing how much you cared for her son, she'd accepted you into the family with open arms. his dad liked you from the beginning, because you made chocolate chip cookies and looked at quinn like he hung the moon.

that night is busy and full of chatter, months worth of catching up finally done. you head up to shower and bed first, and jim slaps quinn's back as he gets up from where he was playing video games with his brothers for a drink of water.

"she's good for you son. don't let her get away," he grins, and quinn laughs, shaking his head.

"i don't plan to, dad. don't worry."

nearly an hour later when he drags his heavy feet up to his room and opens his door, he sees you and is suddenly wide awake.

you're on his bed, wearing a set of pink cotton pajamas, the thin and sparse material almost as soft as your skin under the warm over head light. you glow, you're prescence temptingly familiar.

he leans on the frame of the door just to watch you in your element.

your pretty, smooth legs are crossed, propping up your guitar as you softly pick at the strings with quick-practiced fingers and hum under your breath.

the first ever time he'd listened to you sing he'd realized that you were probably a genius. he'd never really been into music all that much as a kid, but he vaguely remembered you on the television at his friend's house and seeing posters of you everywhere.

at such a young age, you'd been famous, making millions of dollars and working with huge brands; yet here you are, hair still a little damp and looking like one of his teenage wet-dreams.

oh, if only 16-year-old quinn hughes could see this. actually, he'd probably be yelling at himself to join you on the bed.

"hey, baby." he murmurs, and you look up, smiling with tired eyes.

you let him set your guitar carefully into it's case, and he offers you soft kisses that make you giggle and squirm before he goes to the bathroom to wash up.

you're under the covers when he returns, and he crowds into you, shoving his face into your neck and breathing the familiar smell you your skin and bodywash.

he pushes his head into your chin as you laugh, soft voice saying something about acting like a dog, but he doesn't care.

he wants to merge into one with you, as weird as it sounds. being close to you physically is almost not enough. he feels like he can't breathe and that you're fresh air all at the same time, affection for you clogging thick in his throat.

you rub his scalp and his temples and his bones melt, his weight flattening you to the mattress.

he knows he's too heavy, but he can't bear the thought of moving even an inch from you, so his hands finds the curve of your waist, lifting you easily so you're chest to chest, your body like a weighted blanket on him.

"goodnight, quinny," you press a kiss into the little space in between his clavicles, the little dip pale under the stream of moonlight through the crack of the curtains.

he returns the favour to your guitar-calloused fingertips, and the two of you breathe in tandem as sleep finds you.

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the next afternoon, after a big breakfast and a lazy morning, all of you usher out to the boat, eager to catch any droplet of that good, good michigan sunshine. ellen sends you all off with a cooler of drinks and sandwiches.

after quinn sets down the cooler and the other boys are figuring out the logistics of the boat, he tucks his big hands under your armpits and lifts you onto the wobbling vessel easily.

you kiss his cheek in thanks, and once everyone is settled down, jack's girlfriend whips out a humongous bottle of sunscreen and begins to slather her boyfriend down.

quinn sighs as you fill your hands with the sun cream, and turns grudgingly, back muscles shifting under pale skin.

he hisses as the cold liquid, his fingers coming to smack at the side of your thigh playfully when you laugh.

he helps you apply it too; you push at his head when his hands wander and you flush a sunburnt pink.

through out the day, as jack, luke and quinn take turns driving and wakeboarding, you tanned with jack's girl, planting yourself on your boyfriend's lap whilst he drove and tucked yourself on the seat with your book.

as the sun was setting and the boys were still insisting on wakeboarding, the music from the speakers was blasting music (once in a while, one of your songs would come on, and the whole boat would cheer, much to your embarrassment) as you nestled into your seat between quinn's legs, your back pressed up to his bare chest.

it was chilly on the water, quinn's hoodie and body heat around you your only source of warmth.

luke complains about all of the pda as the four of you laugh at his whining, and quinn rubs your goosebump-littered thighs.

you sigh happily, utterly exhausted but so, so content.

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quinn watches from his seat on the couch as you and his mother, the two most important women in his life, laugh together while cooking dinner.

ellen tells you something, and you giggle, glancing at him. he realizes he's grinning unconciously.

honestly, his mom is probably roasting him or telling an embarrassing story, but he doesn't mind. it's oddly domestic seeing you with his family, and he's delighted how well you fit in.

later that night, as the you settle in for bed, he asks what you were talking about with his mom.

your eyes glitter with adoration as you cup his jaw. he leans into your touch, his own hand resting over yours.

"you," you tell him so earnestly, and his heart fills with so much love.

three words rest on his tongue, but you yawn sleepily, tucking yourself into his side.

he lays awake for a few moments, the words heavy like a treasure box full of gold, ready to burst at any moment.

he is so, so in love with you.

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three months later, when the air in vancouver is bordering on brisk, and when he finds you wearing his sweaters more often than not, you sit him down after dinner, passing him your laptop.

"i have something for you," you tell him nervously. he doesn't like seeing you unsettled, so he sweeps his thumb over your cheek until you relax.

he presses play on the video, and an acoustic guitar starts playing.

your angelic voice joins in, and he automatically bites back a smile.

i hope that you get everything you could ask for the cold side of your pillow, a real break for once good peppermint tea with cool wind on the drive home with no traffic for miles, for spring to come

the video fades into what he thinks are snippets of your first few months together immortalized on your camcorder: him ordering your coffee, walking in stanley park in the early march, him tying your skates on your third date, him driving, relaxed with the windows down on the way to the lake house.

i swear that i wasn't looking for much but that's just when you happened that's right when you happened got so damn close to packing it up but that's just when you happened and then you happened then you happened

it hits him at the chorus: this song is about him. you wrote a love song about him. he looks at you, and you're a little pink, still fidgeting. he hopes that his awe-struck expression is enough for now, because he has no words.

now i'm red in the face, and shy all of a sudden you move, i move, it's something, you fit perfectly and replace every game, you push none of my buttons and hold me through the morning, kinda new for me

the next clip streams seamlessly onto the screen. it's taken shakily through a screen door, the two of your figures swaying in a slow dance on the porch, the sun rising on the docks in the distance.

he relishes in how good the two of you look together, how right.

as the chorus plays, you tell him, "i think your mom took that,"

and he laughs voice broken with emotion, because of course his mom could tell how absolutely devoted he was to you.

i hope that you get my dark sense of humor sunsets in the summer with your family don't stop talking to me, maybe stay here forever we could die here together, I'd do it happily

around the campfire, the grainy-filtered camera pans to each member of his family, everyone laughing and chattering as they roasted marshmallows. the sun was a pretty orange against the purple-pink backdrop of the sky.

i'll hold you, i'll know you i'll never leave out the back door and i'd love to complete you hope you get all you could ask for

he watches with teary eyes a video of the two of you on the boat, in your own world. you're wrapped up in his hoodie and his arms as he rests his cheek on your head. he says something to you, and you throw your head back laughing, leaning back onto his shoulder.

'cause i swear that i wasn't looking for much but that's just when you happened that's right when you happened got so damn close to packing it up but that's right when you happened mm, then you happened

the last clip is of him, wearing a thin shirt and shorts, back to the camera. he's standing on the docks, hand reaching behind him to you.

your hand, he recognizes, slips into his perfectly and he turns, a devastatingly smitten look on his face as he looks to you.

when the music ends, he's pouting a little to keep from crying.

normally he doesn't get emotional easily, but you make it so easy for him to be vulnerable.

you smile, a little wobbly but gorgeous as ever as he tugs you onto his lap, burying his face into your neck.

he's sure you can feel his teary eyes and warm cheeks, but he doesn't mind.

"thank you, thank you," he mutters into your skin, clearing his throat when his voice cracks, "no one has ever done...anything like that for me before."

"you like it?" you ask, delighted.

"i love it, sweetheart," he tells you, kissing every inch of you he can.

those three words are back on his tongue, and if he's honest, they never left.

"i love you." he tells you steadily, his voice gravelly from the sheer force of his feelings.

you gasp a little, and he shakes his head: how could you ever doubt that he loves you with his entire being?

between tear-wet kisses and sweet, feather-soft caresses, you tell him you love him too.

he's never been too good with words, at expressing how he feels, but for you?

he'd tell you he loves you every single day.

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[cenestpasaudrey]

The ref was literally like, “Not today, Quinnifer.” 💅🏻

[nottodayjustin]

September 27th 2024 best hockey tweet of the day

[firechilde]

Canucks IG

Quinn the model: Part II

[oeldeservesthenorris]

OHHHHHHHHH shit who woke Cunt-in Hughes?????

[snowangel415]

Screenshots from X 241221

[rowdyluv]

sportsnet you did not have to do Quinn like that🥹

[sedinsinshootouts]

The Captain has spoken.

Game puck goes to “Playoff D”!

[technicalmarinedisaster]

ladies and gentlemen, the face of the man that just reached 300 assists:

[sweetteainthesummerx]

begin again!

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pairings: popstar!reader x quinn hughes

warnings: mutual pining, fluff, slight angst, toxic past relationships

summary: you find love, for real this time.

word count: 1.2 k

notes: new writing! ty for all of ur patience

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you're in the club, eyes red-rimmed and feet sore.

four months since you've broken up with your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend.

the song lyrics and scribbled pen-inked paper around your piano in your apartment shows for it.

even now, as a remix of one of your songs plays loudly (the over zealous dj definitely saw you and probably hopes he gets signed or something), you chest twists.

the things he's done, it makes you question if love is real. your friends insist that it does, and you humour them with a complacent, teeth-bared smile.

your mind is in overdrive; this is good for your career, terrible for your gear-shifting mind.

and because you're a woman in a man's field, you thank the universe for leaking his texts with his co-star during your tour: you've been going viral and garnering an insane amount of attention.

although people are sympathizing with you, you just want to be loved. loved without hesitations and loved with careful hands and words.

you've been working your butt of to take your mind off of your quarter life crisis, but between the european leg of the tour and the north american one, you take a break when your family begs you to.

so now, you're out with your girls, wishing you were on your couch with a glass of expensive red, maybe with your guitar.

anywhere but here, where the booming music and smell of tequila reminds you so much of him. you sigh self-deprecatingly, that should've been your first red flag.

rainie, your best friend, notices your stiffness, and the blankness your eyes are covered by.

she hates your ex. he took a lovely, soft and kind soul and absolutely pushed you over the edge with all of his lying, cheating and manipulating. she is never letting you date an actor ever again.

she swears she's going to make sure that you're happy: even if it doesn't involve love, she just wants you to be you again.

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"hey, hun. i know you're tired," your manager says, and grimaces when you throw her a dirty glare, "but some of the canucks team is here, and they have a jersey for you. before you say anything-" you groan, "just like, two pictures!"

you know it'll be at least thirty minutes, but you agree, because your dad would be upset (ever since you were little a game was always on at your house) and you are from vancouver, so this is good for press.

you walk out, the mini skirt and bedazzled tank combo along with cute platform boots cutting into your sore body.

because you are kind (your manager is clasping her hands in thanks) and very well pr trained, you smile, shake hands, take pictures for daughters and nieces.

lastly, a gravelly voice says your name.

you turn, and you see an attractive, tall man. he's dark-haired, with big, sad puppy eyes and pale skin. he looks nothing like your ex, but you can't help stare at his pretty features.

"hi...?" you offer him a smile, and his ears turn as red as the bow in your hair.

"oh-sorry. i'm quinn. quinn hughes." he scratches his neck, hastily giving you his hand to shake.

cute, you think, as his much larger hand completely envelopes yours.

"he's our captain," the team manager beams, handing you a blue and green jersey.

he bashfully shrugs, and you can feel yourself melt. he's so endearing, with his calm demeanor and pink cheeks.

the photographer instructs him to put his arm around you as you hold up the jersey.

and this man, oh my, he asks for your permission.

you probably most definitely know way too many douchebags, because you can't remember the last time a man has done this.

when you nod shyly, he huffs out a breath and slides a hand respectfully to the middle of your back. he helps you adjust your hair so his hand doesn't catch onto it, and the two of you smile together.

the photo receives an alarming amount of likes, and you're pleasantly surprised when he texts you later that night.

quinn

hi, your manager gave me your number when you had to leave early. i hope that's okay :)

you silently thank your manager and her meddling.

you

ofc! sorry i had to rush off

quinn

no worries

i just wanted to ask if you wanted to get coffee sometime

you

oh!

yeah okay that sounds good

might have to wait for another month though

i have to finish tour first :(

quinn

i'll wait however long i have to

sorry, i have to go i have a game tmrw

goodnight, sleep well :)

you shut your phone off, realizing with a start you've got a wide smile plastered on your face. suddenly, you're wary about him: what if he's like your ex? what if he breaks your carefully stitched up heart?

then something tells you that this boy is special, so you breathe deep and take a leap of faith.

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quinn finds you in the crowd of people at the bar, slipping an arm around your shoulders and giving you a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

after the two of you had met, you had texted for weeks before actually meeting up in person at a cafe near your apartment.

quinn listens to your stories about tour, tells his own about his brothers and the shenanigans they get up to.

he's funny, you realize, in a subtle, deadpan way that intelligent people are. he looks at you with his pretty eyes and insists on paying for your drink despite your protests.

soon enough, you find yourself at his apartment after his games, cooking dinner together and watching stupid movies. he reads the book on his coffee table to you, and lets you tuck your cold feet under his thigh.

you learn things about each other: he memorizes your scent, vanilla and ball point pen ink, you curiously graze his book shelf, his taller figure hovering behind you.

your mutual friends meet at the bar you now all frequent, and you watch with a smile as rainie argues with a hoard of massive hockey players.

"hi," you coo at him, two drinks in, and he grins, smoothing his thumb over your going out top. he asks about the song production meeting you had, and listens intently has you drunkenly ramble.

you'd started to wonder why he hasn't made a move on you yet.

you'd asked him that one night, and he had looked at you with so much candy-melded affection; silently, he ran a rough hand gently up your calf. he told you that he cares about you: he wants to get everything right, because that's what you deserve.

so now, you find yourselves in a standstill, knowing you definitely like each other, but learning to be together as friends first.

however, the way he glares at any guy that comes within three feet of you tonight doesn't feel very friendly.

that night, he drives you home. you try to press - a friendly - kiss to his cheek, but you wobble on your heels and it lands more on the corner of his lips.

his eyes darken, like the way they do when you lick you fingers while cooking, or when you wear particularly short shorts.

you steady yourself on his biceps, giggling as he unlocks your door and practically carries you inside. as you scratch at the base of his neck, he gently pushes you against the wall of the entrance way.

he crowds around you, nosing at your neck. you welcome his scent, masculine and warm, and your hands find their way to his face, cupping his jaw.

your lips meet, and something clicks into place.

you sigh happily, his mouth nudging and exploring against yours. you've never felt so desired, so safe, and you murmur that against his lips.

quinn nips at the softness of your earlobe and almost shudders all over.

"i'm going to keep you," he tells you.

you laugh, and bring him closer to you.

you plan on keeping him too.

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[quadruplebackspace]

i am holding him gently in my hands