#quinny my beloved🫶🏻

[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]

IVE BEEN SAYING THIS MAN. FULL CHEST.

Let's be real: Quinn gets a band tattooed around his left ring finger or even your initial after the third date. He knew you were going to be together forever and doesn't want anyone to have an impression that you are not tied together.

Help. I've fallen and can't get up.

He won't scare you off so early in the relationship, he doesn't want you to flee like a startled little rabbit. He just wants a little.. security. Wants to be able to send a message to anyone who glances at you. A little flash of his finger and they understand - it's hard to tell it's not a ring when they're at a distance and there's no fucking way he's letting anyone close enough to check.

He'll eventually tell you what the tattoo actually is - thinks he's brilliant to have come up with a family cover story. But until then, it calms him down.

When he spreads your thighs, the tattoo is there. When he grabs you tight to fuck you, it's there. When he's cuddling you on the couch and smoothing your hair, it's there.

It's a constant reassurance that you're only his forever. That you belong to him. He can't wait to have a real physical and legal claim on your body and you on his, but this'll work while he schemes to get you fully dependant and commited to 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]

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.

[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]

i really think we need quinn being a FREAK over text 😌😌😌

i think you’re right tbh

AN: face claim is Bea Miller it’s a photo she’s posted please don’t for me. did i pick photos of quinn’s beard growth? yes. yes i did. and i have no regret.

[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]

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

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

just some quinny thoughts

man loves nothing more than hearing your whines when he slips his finger inside of your cunt, "god yeah, there you go baby. just sucking me in." and when he feels you getting closer and you're squeezing him just right, he's gonna lean down and his lips are gonna settle around your clit until you're shaking and your cum is leaking all over his bed. and maybe he's not done yet, so he slips another finger in while his tongue is attacking your clit just cause he wants to hear you cry.

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

These are about the lakehouse because the weather is terrible near me. Others have said, and I fully agree, that Quinn gets so broody and pouty when you're not there. He loves all the guys, but they don't make the whole world better like you do and you're having to wash your own hair and carry your own things and that is a travesty to him. He gets even more pouty when you are there but don't go on the boat or play pool to give him "guy time" because you're making him be apart even though you're right here. You have been sent videos of Quinn, stone cold sober, advocating to turn the boat back an hour before they usually do because he misses his girl. One of his brothers will be on "Quinn watch" while playing pool because if he goes to check on you he won't leave your side to come back down. Your night routine at the lakehouse is more drawn out because it's Quinn's only real time to properly dot on his girl at the level he likes to (you're either too busy during the day or you don't like the mocking/attention it draws) in his room (no else is allowed in when you're there, that's your guys' couple space). Wrapping an arm around while brushing your teeth, going slow when putting your hair in a messy, almost braid to sleep in and taking breaks to kiss your head and shoulders, rubs your back until you drift off and if he watches you sleep for a bit with a goofy smile that's his business.

no because you’re killing me here!!!

Quinn is the softest boyfriend™️

but also, i feel acts of services being a love language fits so well. paired with a gal who needs physical touch? couple made in heaven

he’s also the softest dom ever but i digress

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

Quinn trimmed his hair 😔. Please give me grace in this time of mourning.

let’s take a moment silence BECAUSE THIS IS TRAGIC

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

Can I share my Quinn blurbs with you please?

you ABSOLUTELY can!!

Quinn thoughts and blurbs and ideas are always welcome in my inbox

[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..

[quinnigallagherjones]

star emoji + quinni

HIIII LUNA !!!! 🥺🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

here's my ramble about my absolute beloved <33

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