#quinny my beloved🫶🏻

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

Quinn’s a munch. i said what i said. don’t even ask me about face riding bc GOD

wc: 411

cw: fem receiving oral, quinn’s got a mouth, and he lowkey begs for it, really quickly written on my phone

Quinn gives the loudest head imaginable, don't fight me. I mean he's groaning into your cunt while he's eating you out. Whining while he grinds against the mattress. Moaning at the taste of you. Sighing so happily while his tongue fucks your hole, watching you shake above him. mumbling "fuck it's so good" and the vibrations go right to your stomach. He's groaning loud when your thighs clench around his head. His quiet praises against your skin. He's just vocal.

His arms are holding you down, he needs you still. He doesn't care that you need to move, this is on his terms. He's craving this, he needs the sweet taste on his tongue. He needs to dedicate this moment to memorizing how you feel, how you taste, the sounds you make. Because to him? This is heaven.

He’d pull away a little, chin wet with your slick. "Fuck, you look so pretty. Could stay here forever ya know that?"

Then he presses a soft kiss to your clit before sucking it softly.

You’re so far gone at this point, small moans falling from your mouth. Your legs threaten to close around his head, hands gripping his hair. and he's grinding his hips so hard now, that about sends you over the edge on its own.

"god, fingers please." you barely choke out.

"awe, yeah?" he coos at you, "you got such good manners baby."

he's teasing you, not giving you what you want. "Yeah, whatever you say. Please."

He chuckles at you, "what's wrong, baby? pussy's just a little empty huh?"

He slides his finger into you and you gasp. He crooks his finger just enough and you moan loudly, needily, grinding your hips against his hand, his mouth going back to attacking your clit.

"You gonna let me have it?" he's moaning against your cunt. "Need it baby, need to feel you cum. cmon, right there."

His breath is loud when his mouth engulfs your pussy again. You gasp, gripping the sheets. your body goes stiff as you cum, clenching down on his finger so hard. You feel so good, you can't help the hot tears falling from your eyes. You're breathless and dizzy by the time he pulls himself off of you.

"god, i fucking love your pussy." he brings a soft tap to your aching core before crawling up to press a soft kiss to your head and telling you just how good you are for him.

[quinnigallagherjones]

I just finished s2 of HH!!!

DETECTIVE QUINNI

MALAKAI'S LETTER TO AMERIE

WHY ON EARTH WAS AMERIE SO NICE TO ROWAN AFTER HE TRIED TO KILL HER

OMG FFION HIII !!!!!

DETECTIVE QUINNI MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 i honestly really loved what they did with quinni in s2, it was an important storyline !!!

THE LETTER YEAH 😭 i KNEW she wasn't getting that letter, it reminded me of anne with an e when gilbert doesn't get the letter and is like WHAT LETTER !!!!! that's going to be amerie in s3 hahaha

A GREAT QUESTION HONESTLY, she's stronger than me bc i would have been like FUCK YOU ROWAN !!! okay but also it showed amerie's growth and i think that's really important too !!!

i am so excited to see what they do with the final season and how they finish everything up !!!!

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

This picture is giving me some major vibes. Quinn is seen wearing that necklace all night while the two of you flirt on and off. Soft touches. Whispered thoughts in each other ears. Everyone asks if there’s something going on between you two but you always brush them off.

“Just friends.” You both tell everyone who asks.

Yet, the morning after, you’re seen wearing that necklace along with a deep red mark on your neck.

hey! you chose violence in our texts AND my inbox smh

anyways!!! it’s been talk for a while now. you’re never see sporting anyone else’s jersey, and heads never turn when you run up to Quinn after a game, no matter the outcome.

Jack’s been yapping on about how “you should just make it official everyone knows.” and it’s always “no we’re just friends!” and then a sad look from the other party even though you both know it’s not true.

it’s no surprise when you show up on Quinn’s arm to the charity event on their off day. black dress to match his outfit, and that stupid burgundy lipstick he’s obsessed with it.

he has his eyes on you literally the whole night. doesn’t really care if he seems rude, he just wants you to be comfortable and okay.

random team sponsors asking how long you two have been together cause “he looks smitten, and i don’t think my own husbands looks at me like that!” and how can you tell that poor old women who just donated bank, that Quinn is just your friend. your friend who you dream about kissing after every game and wish he was the first thing you saw every morning?

by the end of the night, Quinn’s had a few drinks. nothing crazy of course, just enough that he’s not really scared to say what’s on his mind.

he’s quick to sneak up to you and Petey, and Petey has that knowing look on his face. Quinn’s hands find comfort around your waist, “ready to go, baby?”

Quinn’s never called you that and the heat in your cheeks gives it away. “yeah, Quinny. let’s go.”

“don’t forget, team breakfast with the wives tomorrow!” Petey’s yelling as you walk away.

when tomorrow comes, and you walk in with Quinn’s hoodie and his hands resting dangerously close to your ass while he’s leading you to the table. everyone’s ignoring the purple mark poking out around your collarbone and the scratch marks on Quinn’s neck.

“you finally get the girl, huggy?”

“yeah, Petey. sure did.”

“it’s about damn time.”

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

Hi! Can you talk about every day, casual dom Quinn? Because he just oozes it and I need him

i love this, i love this, i love this. i feel like Quinn is just naturally dominant. like im talking to whole nine, not just in the bedroom. i actually think he’s okay with letting you take control in the bedroom once in a while.

outside of the bedroom? no. no way in hell. he wants your every day life to be easy. he wants your brain to feel comfortable to just shut off. you don’t need to worry your pretty little head when he’s around.

he’s waking up before you, he’s getting the coffee ready and breakfast going and your vitamins ready. then he’ll go wake you up, soft and sweet. hands on your cheek, whispering “hey sweet girl, time to get up. got breakfast ready in the kitchen for you.”

he’s helping you in the shower, throwing your towels and robe in the dryer while you shower. he’s getting all your stuff on the counter ready, outfit set, skincare ready. when you’re out he’s brushing your hair, blow drying it and even braiding it if you have a big day ahead of you.

he’s making sure your side of the bed is ready, he’s making sure your book is on the nightstand and your bedtime tea is ready.

if you’re out in public, his hand is comfortably on your back or your thigh. you’re always closest to the sidewalk and he’s got your fingers in his hand bc he likes how small you feel in his palm.

he’s doing the grocery shopping, he knows what you need at all times.

when he’s on a roadie? you send him your outfits every morning and you check in when you leave and get to wherever you go and you always tell him what you’re doing through the day and how you miss him.

if you’re comfortable and content, that’s all he wants. then he’s happy.

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

OH OH OH KEEP TALKING HELLO????

Sometimes I almost sit myself down for a talk. My mind keeps getting more fucked. Genuinely.

Dark Quinn AU lmao?

Tell me why I’m thinking about you having a fall and getting injured to the point of needing to be in hospital.

Quinn coming home after a practice, finding a note that you asked one of the ambulance paramedics to write for you, not wanting to call him when he was busy.

Him freaking out, rushing over to care for you, only trusting people to look after you when he’s there. Becoming paranoid about everything that could happen to you…

Getting you home, making sure you never leave his sight. He sees how small and fragile you look, recovering in his bed..

Knowing you’ll protest at how overbearing and protective he wants to be.. slipping you something ‘extra’ in your food..

Just to keep you comfortable and safe of course.. he just wants to take care of you. He knows what’s right and wrong for you..

You’ll realise that he can provide everything you need, keep you safe from harm, you won’t get injured again on his watch. He simply won’t go through that again.

The way you whimper at him.. he finds it adorable. You’re just sleepy..

Imagine if you.. just gave in..

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

casual dom with quinn is so good pls give us more 💌💌💌💌

so like, he’s a softie for his girl. we all know and agree on this. he likes the domestic life and with you needing his guidance it’s the perfect thing to him.

idc bro, no one can tell me otherwise. every morning, after you take your vitamins and eat your breakfast that he cooks you he’s kissing your head with the biggest smile and “atta girl.”

i think his favorite is taking your makeup off at night. there’s something so special to him about lifting you onto the bathroom counter, taking a cloth and gently wiping all your makeup off before he does a gentle cleanse.

he knows sometimes cleaning helps you clear your head, but he’s thankful for knowing you so well. he knows the days you need that. any other day? not happening. he’s picking you up and placing you on the counter. settling himself between your legs, “just sit there and look pretty for me, okay?” then he’s pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he starts the usual routine.

same with cooking tbh, he loves cooking for you and you love watching him cook. he lets you help, you’re just doing the easy stuff. might stir a pot, might hand him the seasonings. mostly you’re there for emotional support, claims “can’t go more than 5 minutes without you right here.”

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

teach me? // Quinn Hughes

a drunk conversation leaves your best friend wondering.

AN: based off this anon, this is the first of a few ideas i have for this topic so enjoy part one!🫶🏻

WC: 1.1k

CW: smut, quinn talks you through it, fem masturbating, a little bit of possessive quinn.

Quinn knows he should leave, he knows he shouldn't break your trust and listen but his feet won't move. He can hear your giggles, not a sign of discomfort in the conversation. A drastic difference from anytime you've been around the guys when these topics are brought up.

“y/n! Are you telling me you’ve never gotten off?!” There was another laugh, he couldn't tell who. Too focused on your answer. How could no one treat you right? No one’s found pleasure between your thighs? Tragedy for them, he thought to himself.

“Oh my god, no. I have gotten off, just not manually? If that makes sense. Like, no one else. No hands, nothing but the handy dandy vibrator.”

He needed to leave, his mind wandering and he knew all the guys would just chirp at him if he walked back with a hard on.

Everyone started to slowly make their way to bed, calling it a night yourself around 1:30. Your room right across from Quinn’s. You knew he was already locked away, trying your best to stay quiet while you were in and out of the bathroom that shared a wall.

Finally settling in your bed and grabbing your phone, seeing a text from Quinn. Come here, please. Followed with another text, Don't knock, just come in.

“Hi Q.” He was quick to pat his bed, “I need to ask you something, and you can tell me no or to fuck off and I wont ever bring it up again. I just, I need to ask.” You nodded at the man, who's now pacing. “I’m telling on myself and I'm sorry in advance. I was walking by when you and the girls were chatting and somethings been stuck in my head since and it makes me feel so bad because you absolutely don't deserve that kind of shit treatment. Oh god, I'm rambling. Anyways, no one ever made you cum? I can show you, oh my god I need to shut up.”

Your face was flushed, your nerves were setting in. Did Quinn just offer to get me off?

As if he could read my mind, “I don’t have to do it! I can just tell you what to do. Like you get yourself off and I just kind of lead the way.”

“You wanna teach me how to make myself cum?” Your voice was small, he was sure if he wasn’t staring at you he wouldn’t have heard. He nodded.

“Yeah, okay. Teach me, Quinny.”

That dumb conversation led you here. On his bed, pj shorts on the floor, legs spread and Quinn watching you from his desk chair.

You were both giggly about it. The nerves settled, it seemed a little funny, silly even. But he's your best friend. Who cares? All bad thoughts went away the second your legs spread and the man's eyes went a little wide, pupils blown as he watched your hand roam down your body.

“Fuck. You’re pretty.” He whispered to himself.

This wasn't sexy, well it wasn't meant to be, at least to your brain.

“Uh, like this?" you asked, a little embarrassed. "Fuck, this is stupid."

You were against his pillows, unable to fully look at Quinn who was still at his desk, starry eyes watching you intently.

Your hand was down the front of your body, shaky fingers searching for something you shared you'd never been able to achieve on your own.

Quinn adjusted himself, his growing cock pressed against the fabric of his shorts. Forever wishing he put on boxers before you came to his room.

He didn't know the rules when it came to getting yourself off in front of your best friend. So he kept it a little light, laughed breathily and asked, "Are you even touching your clit?”

His words ran through you, a simple question truly but it was bordering on the dirty talk you desperately craved to come from his mouth.

You squirmed, shrugging, but he was watching your hand move, content with seeing your fingers moving through your folds.

"I think so?" you claimed. "I don't know. It's just, it's too wet to feel anything really."

Quinn felt his breath get stuck in his throat.

You finally looked up at his face and watched his cheeks burn, wondering if he'd move closer if you asked him to.

You dont know what fell out of your mouth, your brain is just on autopilot. Quinn’s now at the edge of his bed. Hands holding your ankle, rubbing softly.

"No, I know. fuck, um-" Quinn swallowed, shifting again. "Move in circles, be a bit softer. Fuck, sweetheart. Yeah, you'll feel it."

So you did, two fingers exploring slowly, up and down between your folds, moving a little higher until you reached the spot he was just picking on you for, the pads of your middle and pointer touching a little bump that made your breath hitch.

“There you go, just like that.” He spoke.

You laughed to yourself, feeling stupid, and floaty, searching for that high. You crinkled your nose, as you did slow circles, soft and shy.

"Oh," you mumbled, mouth parting slightly. Still watching Quinn. He pressed his lips together, eyes flickering from your hand to your face.

"Yeah? Does that feel good?"

"Uh huh, feels good."

You thought you heard him let out a groan.

"Will I come?" you asked, still feeling small. "If I keep doing this?"

You were squirming again, moaning softly, chasing your high. He was watching you, open mouthed.

He was too far gone to try and hide it anymore, when he dragged his palm over himself, you moaned, eyes following his movements.

"Yeah, fuck. just keep doing that. Do what feels good, okay?" voice hoarse and wrecked, "you're doing so good, baby."

The praise made your hips lift from the bed a little, fingers moving down a little further, confidence building as Quinn kept rubbing over his cock, "Holy shit, that's fucking hot. You gonna show me how tight you are?" he croaked.

"Uh huh", head tipped back into the pillows. you wanted him to keep talking. You just didn't know how to ask him.

Your foot slipped, bumping into Quinn’s arm and he caught your ankle, wide palm wrapping around as he held you, making you shiver. "Oh, there you go," he murmured. "That's it, baby. Fuck, you're so good. Gonna have to stretch you out more if you ever want me in there, baby. Fuck. Can't believe you're gonna let me watch you cum. Gonna be a good girl and show me how bad you want it? Won't ever need anyone else after this. Just me and you."

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

hey so, here’s a short and filthy blurb for while i’m away reading onyx storm for the next 48 hours.

cw: spit, Quinns got a filthy mouth, mentions of tears

he's really thinking, standing above you. your thighs spread so he can bury himself between them. he slaps his cock against your folds before pushing the head between them. watching while you whimper every time it catches on your clit.

"please," you moan, smart enough to keep your legs open and not close them so he's trapped against you.

“i was just thinking, sweet girl," he says, staring right at your cunt. "don't know if you can take it."

"swear i can!" your voice so small. he could hear the desperation, he could feel the way your body was begging him. you didn’t need to ask him, he’d give you anything.

"mmm." like he didn't hear you. eyes still trained on your pussy nestled against his cock. your eyes start to swell with tears. when he suddenly purses his lips and a long string of saliva connects them to you.

you gasp at him. he uses his cock to rub it in.

"just what you need," he mumbles. this time, he spits, the crude sound of it breaking the silence. his free hand grabs onto your hips, then he pushes into you. "yeah, there we go."

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

i’m sobbing oh my god

you are drunk. and when you’re drunk you get clingy, but quinn is at home and you’re out at some random bar in vancouver with your girlfriends, which also means that you’re whiny.

it isn’t even late yet, just past midnight, but three shots in and just as many drinks and you’re drunk enough to start rambling to your friends about how much you love quinn. he is such a caring and soft boyfriend, always makes you feel loved, doesn’t forget to kiss you goodbye when he leaves early in the morning and you’re still asleep, sends you flowers out of the blue but especially when he’s on long roadies. he’s the perfect boyfriend and the alcohol isn’t helping your cause because now you miss him too much to function and the worst part is that you can’t even tell him you love him.

“she’s so gone, should i call an uber?”

“i think you should call q-u-i-n-n.”

“why are you spelling quinn’s name?”

“oh quinn, he's so pretty.” you cry, not real tears, but you whine at the mention of his name. you’re not crying yet and that’s exactly what one of your girlfriends was trying to avoid. it isn't something that bothers them as much as they would like to because you and quinn are actually cute, seemingly stuck in your honeymoon phase forever, to this day pining on each other.

and your friends are harmlessly jealous of you. you look at each other like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky. they saw it when they picked you up from your place earlier in the night and quinn came all the way downstairs to say goodbye to you and he kept on asking for one last kiss, you obviously giving in.

so to spare you from actually crying they called quinn, who was still awake despite having practice the next day because he knew well enough you were going to be needy at some point in the night.

and he giggles when he parks his car and looks at you, pouty and talking your friends’ ears off. you’re so beautiful he needs to take a moment before walking over to you and finally bringing you home. 

you don’t even realise quinn is standing beside you until your friends nudge you, interrupting your latest “he played so well yesterday, he looked so good too but he really needs to stop wearing that beanie because his hair is so pretty.”

“hi, baby.”

ideally, you could cry from how cozy and warm he looks in his big hoodie and sweatpants. it’s quite cold now, your choice of clothing not really ideal for this weather so you throw yourself at him to feel his warmth, finally able to love on him like you desperately craved all night.

“my baby is here!”

“let’s get you home, c’mon.” he blushes a little, teasing looks on your friends’ faces knowing he's still not keen on pda.

you don’t need him to tell you twice that you’re already jumping in the car and when he’s back in the driver’s seat you can’t help but bring him closer to you. quinn giggles as you start peppering his face with kisses, smacking sounds echoing in his ear. you’re a bit sloppy because you’re drunk but he’s drunk too — on your love, so he doesn’t mind at all.

and he doesn’t really mind how ridiculous he looks right now after catching his reflection in the rearview mirror. face full of lipstick prints, everywhere, some more defined than others, but they’re there and you look at him so proud of your work, your lipstick all smudged.

“happy?”

“mh mh, very, thank you so much.”

you give him one last peck on his lips before you sit back down in your seat, admiring the blush peeking on his cheeks and thinking of how lucky you are to kiss his pretty face everyday. 

you don’t stop there, once you’re both in the comfort of your own apartment, sitting on the bathroom counter after quinn insisted on taking your makeup off for you, you keep him between your legs so he doesn’t escape from more of your kisses.

“stop,” he lets out a breathy laugh, “the sooner i take off your makeup, the sooner we can get to bed.”

“but you’re so pretty.”

you know he’s right and you’re tired now, the remaining alcohol making you sleepy. but even after completing your night routine and lying in bed, you can’t help but wrap yourself around him like a koala, lazily pecking his back before falling asleep with a small smile on your face.

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

once again, i’m here with a whore thought.

heavily thinking about summers at the lake house and everyone going on the boat except you and Quinn. he just tells everyone you’re both tired from the travel from Vancouver to Michigan. no one even questions it tbh

that’s how you and Quinn ended up on the back patio, straddling his lap on one of the lounge chairs with his hands gripping the fat of your hips and watching you while you’re rambling about the book you read on the flight.

“Quinn, are you hard?” your voice is quiet, almost timid.

“you’re sitting on my dick, in the tinist piece of fabric. yeah i’m hard. especially knowing i could just,” his hand moves lower, a small sign to lean back a little. “pull this over, and set your pretty cunt right where she belongs.”

“Quinny…”

he’s chuckling at you, making you feel so small under his gaze.

“what baby? your brain already dumb? i haven’t even touched you yet. better speak up if you want something, i see the boat coming up.”

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

just some good ole fashioned friends to lovers smut.

wc: 1.3k

cw: unprotected p in v, one mention of daddy, use of pet names, Quinn’s a yap, use of y/n like once, oral (f receiving), belly bulge, big dick quinn.

Everything was going wrong. Work cut my hours, my car needs work, Quinn’s looking more and more appetizing and he shouldn't be. I shouldn't be looking at him like he's a snack that I so desperately want to taste. He was such a fucking distraction, so much so.

Each night dragged on. My body begging for its release, brain panicking over the fact it's Quinn’s face I'm seeing as my fingers work small circles. It's always so fucking close before im betrayed by my brain and I just cant find the end.

Quinn was meant to be gone all day tomorrow, that had to be the timing I could finally do it. No Q, no thoughts, no guilt over craving the man’s mouth on mine. Just some music and myself. I can do this.

The room felt hot, my body was beginning to cave in. Everything was so close, it was sitting in the palm of my hand when everything was ripped away.

"Fuck!" I yelled. Disappointment, anger and the tears building up. Threatening to fall at any moment now. "I just wanna cum. That's all."

The door ripped open before I had any time to process the man in front of me.

"Y/n, what's wrong? Why'd you-" his voice cut off as his eyes wandered down my body, stopping right where my hand met my cunt.

"Oh my god, get out!" the panic was all my body needed as the green light for my tears to fall.

He was standing at the foot of my bed before I knew it, big hands gripped onto my calves. "I can help, sweets. Just gotta ask. Can't stand to see such a pretty baby cry."

My chest felt tighter than usual, my body surely hot to touch at this point. "Quinn, what are you- fuck." His fingers rubbing soft circles on my inner thigh.

"Wanna help, that's all. I've heard you so close the last couple of nights. Thought at first you were just edging yourself, ya know? Bein a little mean. But sweetheart, it's okay to ask for help. Let me help, promise you'll feel so good. She's crying out for me, think she knows i'm so close and i'm just leaving her hangin. That's not very nice of me huh?"

Nodding down at the man settled between your thighs, "cmon pretty baby, ask me. I know you want to, too."

I could feel his breath so close to my core, god and I wanted him so bad, wanted his help more than anything. "Uh huh, please? Can you help me?"

His tongue licked a stripe all the way up and pressed a kiss against my clit. "Sweetest cunt i've tasted, jesus." His nose settled against your clit, he inhales a little bit before in and up my folds.

"Oh," you gasp, hands falling to his hair. Legs already threatening to close, but you know you can't. His tongue fucking the tight hole, his nose rubbing gently against your clit. "Mmm, Q."

His kisses, open mouthed, and so wet. He wraps his lips around your clit. His fingers digging into your thighs, forcing your legs up. He sucks, unrelenting, until you whine. And then his tongue flicks at your clit for a few moments before it goes back to fucking you. "Fuck. Feels so good," hands gripping his hair, he groans against your cunt. "Oh my god!"

He's moving slow with it, savoring every piece of you. Remembering the pattern of your body, memorizing the taste against his tongue. His cheeks pink, eyes closed. And you can't help but wonder of all the opportunities you missed out on him doing this. You're pulled out of the thoughts when you feel his finger against your hole.

His thick, long finger slides in with no resistance. His finger curling up, while his tongue flicks at your clit at a relentless pace.

Grinding against his hand, a yelp leaves your throat. Head thrown back. "Fuck, yeah? That the spot, baby?" You rock against his hand, unable to speak. Chasing the high you feel building up in your stomach. "More, please."

He chuckles at you, "you're a greedy thing." His middle finger slides in, it's a squeeze. Slowing his movements and giving you time to adjust to the stretch. Watching your face turn to comfort, he curls his fingers back up and mumbles against your bud.

"You gonn cum? Feel you squeezin' me. You're so fucking tight. Gonna need to go slow with you, it's gonna feel so good huh? Cmon, give it to me. There she is."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

He stays steady, pace unwavering. Hitting that spongey spot, he brings his mouth back to your clit. Tongue rapidly flicking against it, he reaches his arm around your waist holding you against the bed. Nothing but his name falling from your mouth, like he was your god and you were praying to him and him alone.

He's pulling away, letting you catch your breath. "Fuck, can I feel you? Need to feel you."

"Yeah, yeah. Please Quinny," he's shimming his pants off before you finish your sentence. He sees your eyes widen, "know it's big, i'll be slow okay? Your pace, I promise."

Not willing to waste a moment longer, Quinn finds his way back on top of you again, sliding himself in between your folds. His thumb's at your clit again and you shiver, mouth falling open.

"You ready?" he asked softly, dragging his cock against your entrance.

"Uh huh, just, slow."

Your eyes widen as he presses into you. You exhale shakily. "I know," He coos, "you're doing so good. Just relax for me."

"Kiss me."

His forehead presses against yours, his lips hovering over yours. "Here?" He's teasing you, he thrusts forward a little more. Presses his lips onto yours before you have time to speak. Moving his mouth so perfectly. He tastes like a hint of mint and you, and you could get lost in it if he'd let you.

He pulls his hips back, then slides in. Another inch.. You gasp against him and his tongue slips into your mouth. He moans feeling you clench down.

"Let me in, baby. Please. Wanna feel you cum so bad."

You nod at the man, a little lost in your mind. Fuzzy, and hot. Rocking your hips against his, "more, please please. Need to feel more."

He kisses up your neck, "you sure?" he mumbles against your skin.

"Uh huh," your brain is so fuzzy you don't even realize it coming out. "please, daddy."

"Oh fuck," he pulls out and thrusts back in to the hilt. "can't just say shit like that."

His hips find a pace, in and out. Punching the air out of you with each thrust.

The tears start to swell again, you're so close. So fucking close.

"Hang on," he's pulling out of you and grabbing your calves and folds them as close to your chest as he can before pushing back inside you, setting his pace quickly.

Your cunt squelches around him, his hand going to set on your stomach. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-"

"Shit." He groans, "Fuck, feel me?" he's pushing down on your stomach, "I'm right there baby. Fuck,"

"I'm gonna cum," you're rambling now.

"Cmon let me feel it, shit. You're squeezin my cock so good. doing so good."

He pulls out of you quick, he cums against your pussy.

His breath was unevening, eyes staring at his load dripping down to my bed. "Fuck, i'm sorry. I know I need to help clean you up, I just can't look away yet." He reached over to his pile of clothes on the floor, fishing out his phone, "can I take a picture, sweetheart? I can't ever forget this. Gonna think about it until I die, swear."

Fuck. Brain still hazy, "uh huh."

"Gonna take you out, can't ignore it anymore. Don’t care if Jack gets mad. Stuck with me now. Hope you're okay with that."

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

Can we have more casual dominance with Quinn? 👉👈

oh my god absolutely, so i feel like this is a discussion real early in the relationship tbh and you bring it up first. i started to ramble

kinda just the “need some extra motivation.” something that can have multiple meanings if you really wanted to dig into it. all for Quinn to respond happily, “that’s easy, baby. i don’t mind doing that at all.” and later that night, you made a daily check list with him. brush your teeth, take your vitamins, eat 3 meals, etc. all those everyday things your brain had a hard time reminding you to do.

Quinn falls into the roll with ease, there’s no hesitation from him. it’s encouraging him that he’s doing this right, especially when he starts to notice you looking to him for more than before.

he hates punishing you, he refuses to really do it. unless it’s absolutely necessary. he knows you’re his good girl, he really does. just sometimes you need a little reminder. he doesn’t mind being stern, forcing you to look at him when he tells you to quit the shit. those reminders usually do the trick too, when they don’t? he’s getting you to talk first. he’s not gonna take you over his knee if there’s an underlying issue. you’re allowed to feel your emotions and if those make you feel angry he’s gonna listen while you talk. but if there’s no underlying problem, he’s still so soft. he’s so sweet, “i know you’ve missed me, i missed you too, but that doesn’t mean you get to be rude. you know better than that. want you on your stomach, gonna get 5 okay? wanna hear you count em for me.”

he loves that you trust him enough to let him answer for you too. like if you’re out with his teammates and the waiter looks to you, you immediately look at Quinn. “she’ll have a shirley temple and pretzels to start, thank you.” and you have heart eyes at him and if he wasn’t forced to be here the whole time he’d take you home and show you how much he loves you.

his friends kinda pick on him at first, think it’s funny how much you depend on Quinn. he kind of explains, Petey understands most he’s seen the day to day with you two and it’s nothing that off. just trust and love. which Petey says too, and Quinn’s like “see? just trust and love.”

i like to think if you’re at the lake house with him, and he has an early morning training he leaves your vitamins, coffee and breakfast in Jacks hands. “i have it all out for her, just remind her to take these and eat. she’ll see you drinking coffee and just grab some but she won’t remember the other things. thank you Jack.” as he’s walking out the door.

he always texts if he leaves before you wake up too. always wants you to know why and where he is and when he’ll be home. he expects the same from you too.

he guides you in public too. hand on the back of your neck, just a soft hold. letting you know he’s here. he fucks hard with you holding his fingers vs his whole hand tbh. makes you look so small to him, and he loves that. his perfect girl.

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

This falls in line with casual dom Quinn in my mind so I had to send it 🗣️

Quinny waking you up in the early hours when he has to leave for a roadie with a warm palm rubbing along your back, gliding over his Canucks hoodie you slept in, muttering 'give daddy quinny a kiss before he has to leave, okay baby?' in a soft voice as he rolls you over to face him.

OH NONNIE THANK YOU IVE BEEN DYING TO METION QUINNS THOUGHTS ON DADDY

he’d be so nervous to bring it up, so yeah he’s gonna do it when you’re half asleep and probably won’t remember it. you just look so soft and precious with your hair a mess and your little teddy bear clung against your body, he can’t help it.

he’s knelt down in front of you, hand rubbing your head - “hi baby, i gotta go. i’ll text you as soon as i land.” and he presses the softest kiss to your head. “daddy loves you.” and he really doesn’t wanna leave you. he hates leaving early mornings, hates leaving you to wake up in bed alone. “i love you.” in your soft, sweet voice and his heart melts even more.

he thinks he’s safe. you absolutely didn’t hear it or if you did you were just enough out of it to not remember.

so when he lands a few hours later to see a text that says, “miss you already 🥺” he’s convinced he’s in the clear and he can find a better way to bring it up. he’s calling you before he’s even away from his teammates tbh.

2 rings was all it took to hear your sweet voice mumble, “hi daddy.” on the other line. he lets out a content sigh, no doubt his face is flushed. “hi pretty baby, did you go back to bed after i left?”

then you’re rambling on about your morning and what you had for breakfast and how you remembered to take your medicines and you’ve already 2 glasses of water and he knows life doesn’t get better than you. nothing could be better than this, right?

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

I know you said not to ask about face sitting with quinn but I'm whore what can I say

omg thank you for asking bc this as been eating at me for weeks.

when this man says sit, he means sit. like this is his time, anytime he’s between your legs it’s his time but this is his favorite. i mean he’s offering all the time dude. “why don’t you come have a seat before we leave?” and it’s always “Quinn!” but you never say no bc why would you? he treats you so good, and he knows just what to do and he prides himself on making you stupid with just a couple kisses.

the first time he brought it up, you were kinda hovering and that is not what he wanted. “baby, i said sit. so sit.”

“don’t wanna hurt you.”

all for him to grip your hips and pull you down and immediately attacking your clit. honestly? he’d probably force you to grind too. his grip on your hips are sure to leave marks when he’s done, but he’s just moving your hips until you’re in a steady rhythm. working his way to grip your thighs and get those spread a little more, doesn’t care how much you’re begging to cum. he’s going, you’re just so intoxicating and he needs it.

ANOTHER THING and now hold on, just listen. when he’s done, when he’s satisfied with how messy it is between your legs. he’s absolutely pulling you off of him and up to his face and hold your jaw and let a string of his spit fall into your mouth. “taste so fucking sweet, don’t you? my favorite fucking snack.”

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

could you do texts with quinn x “i must text every funny thing i see/happens to me”

got this idea after a car almost hit me while crossing the road (i had the walking light) and i immediately texted by best friends

no because i have a hard core feeling quinn would LOVE this kinda shit. he’s a softie and it makes him so happy you see things and go “QUINN NEEDS TO KNOW”

Quinn’s Version

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

i’m here to ramble about fluffy bf!Quinn that’s not bf anymore and he’s your husband.

but no one knows. he was home for a couple days, the first he did when he got home was get on his knee in front of you and show you the prettiest ring he found.

“i know this isn’t what you dreamed about and it’s really sudden but every day i think about coming home to you, every day i think about how life can’t get better than it is with you. and i found the way to make it even better. you with my name. you as my wife.”

and who’s gonna say no? NO ONE.

you wake up the next morning and Quinn’s just watching you with the biggest heart eyes. “wanna go to the courthouse? we can plan something big for later i promise.”

“don’t need anything big as long as i have you. let’s do it.” and he’s all giddy. he’s so fucking excited.

“when we’re done, we can go to some tattoo shop and i’ll get your initials on my finger to make it official on my end and i’ll wear my ring during off season”

after the papers are signed and everything’s official you’re calling the family. no one’s shocked honestly.

then there’s the instagram post!

forever a Hughes now