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min@njd | 29.10.23

#—cuteness overload #luke hughes #why is he so cute 🥺🥺#the way he yawns 😭#he’s adorable #litterally #so adorable

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my love, mine all mine | quinn hughes

pairing: qh43 x fem!reader

warning(s): kissing, established relationship, nothing else i think. barely edited

summary: a lil somethin’ i wrote while listening to my love mine all mine by mitski

word count: 1.5k

author’s note: i am the most tired i have ever been right now and i have to get up in an hour or two for a ten hour shift 😔 but i hope you enjoy this lil number, it’s my first time writing for quinn n i hope i did alright. as usual, sending my love. go canucks! —mari

Yawning softly, you nestled yourself deeper into Quinn's warm embrace, allowing your eyelids to gently shut as you turned your back to the crackling fire. The animated conversation among the boys continued, the sound providing a soothing backdrop to the peaceful moment. Quinn's right hand moved in soothing circles on your back, while his other hand held onto a half-finished beer, the cool glass a stark contrast to the warmth you found in his arms.

During the sporadic lulls in the conversation, the mellowness of country music, Jack's choice, enveloped the space. The soulful chords of "Tennessee Whiskey" by Chris Stapleton, dominating the atmosphere. As you rested against Quinn's comforting presence, he quietly hummed along with the song, his voice adding a subtle layer to the music just low enough for only you to hear. Your fingers aimlessly toyed with the drawstring of his gray sweatpants, a futile effort to battle the creeping fatigue that had been amplified by the day's events. You were determined not to squander the night by retiring early, as the impending end of summer loomed overhead, casting a bittersweet shadow as it heralded the departure of everyone you loved, including your boyfriend of nine months.

Lowering his head, Quinn tenderly places a kiss on your forehead, his affectionate gesture infused with fondness and adoration. His hushed voice carries a gentle suggestion as he speaks to you, "Why don't you go up to bed, Baby-Doll?"

In response, you lightly shake your head, brushing aside his words. "I'm okay."

He doesn't press further, recognizing that your decision to head to bed will likely come only when he joins you. Nevertheless, he doesn't mind this compromise. Every moment in your embrace is precious to him, particularly with the imminent knowledge that in a week, he'll be heading back to Vancouver while you remain here. He keeps his inner turmoil hidden, unwilling to burden you with his feelings, but the strain of a long-distance relationship is slowly taking a toll. With your final year of university on the horizon, he hopes that you might consider moving to Vancouver with him, yet he's well aware of the magnitude of that request and the challenge it poses to both of you, so he's yet to bring it up.

Quinn spends the next twenty minutes or so caught in his head, his thoughts consumed by you and the possible future you might share. He absentmindedly nods at whatever topics the boys are discussing, their voices blending into a background hum as he drifts through his contemplations. In his mind, he envisions the two of you sharing a home, the two of you building a family together, and he can't help but smile at the idea, even if it remains unsaid in the midst of the casual banter.

"What do you think, Q?" Trevor asks, raising a beer to Quinn from across the flickering fire pit, where the warm glow dances in the darkness.

Quinn blinks, momentarily drawn from his reverie. "Huh?"

The group shares a collective chuckle, their laughter adding to the background melody of the evening. "Another beer, you want one?" Josh offers, extending a cold bottle towards Quinn.

A sudden hush fell over the group as they waited for his answer, emphasizing the gentle, rhythmic snores that escaped your lips. You looked utterly enchanting, cocooned in an old, oversized Michigan sweater of his, your delicate features half-hidden beneath your tousled curls. The dancing firelight painted your silhouette with warm, flickering hues, casting a soft, otherworldly glow around you.

In that poignant moment, as he looked down at you, all Quinn yearned for was to steal you away to your shared room. Just the two of you, wrapped in the comforting embrace of the warm duvet. He offered a tired smile. "No, actually, gonna call it for the night." The murmured words sounded like a gentle promise to both himself and the alluring vision before him.

You had always been a notoriously light sleeper, a trait Quinn found endearing. It was, therefore, a genuine surprise to him that you didn't stir the moment he scooped you into his arms and began carrying you into the house. However, as he carefully closed the screen door behind him, its echo resonated through the stillness of the house, and you stirred to consciousness. Blinking your eyes open, an expression of confusion graced your features as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Your voice, soft and laden with sleep, slipped through your lips. "Quinn?"

"Goin' to bed, Baby-Doll," Quinn replies simply, his gaze momentarily fixated on you before he turns his attention to the path ahead, ensuring a safe ascent up the stairs with you in his arms.

He gently sets you down on the bed, and you flop back dramatically, savoring the comforting embrace of the sheets against your back, releasing a contented moan. Quinn chuckles at your playful display, beginning to shed his day clothes. And as much as you admired his physique, you spring out of bed, heading towards the en-suite bathroom, your intention to quickly wash your face and brush your teeth.

Soft footsteps echo through the bathroom as Quinn follows you inside, his tall and muscular frame comfortably settled in nothing but his boxers. The intimate setting feels soothing, and he joins you at the sink, standing side by side as you begin to brush your teeth.

You sneak a peek at him from the corner of your eye, and a playful glint in your eyes prompts you to initiate a playful toothpaste battle. Quinn's eyes widen as you start flicking tiny drops of toothpaste toward him, and he quickly retaliates, with laughter filling the room. Soon, both of you are playfully dueling with your toothbrushes, smirking and giggling like teenagers.

After the impromptu skirmish, Quinn doesn't put up any resistance when you give him your best puppy-dog eyes and plead for the privilege of conducting your nighttime skincare routine on him.

A comfortable silence envelops you both, the bathroom's soft lighting casting a warm, intimate glow. Perched on the bathroom counter, you have Quinn standing between your legs, your feet just barely wrapped around him. With gentle motions, you apply moisturizer to his flushed skin, your fingers caressing his cheeks with care.

Quinn's gaze is fixed on you, his eyes locked onto your face with an intensity that doesn't go unnoticed. As you work the moisturizer into his skin, you can't help but sense a subtle tension in his furrowed brows, a hint that something might be bothering him. You break the tranquil silence, your teeth grazing over your bottom lip, a nervous habit surfacing. "Are you okay?" You ask, your voice tender with concern, your eyes searching his for answers.

His response comes swiftly, as if he's been waiting for the right moment to share his thoughts. "You graduate this year," Quinn replies, his voice carrying a mixture of pride and a touch of uncertainty.

Your smile beams at him, and you gently place your hands on his strong shoulders, a gesture of reassurance. "I do," you affirm with a nod.

Quinn lets out a deep, contemplative breath, his hand instinctively moving up to run through his unruly, dark brown hair. His lips part and close a couple of times, as if he's grappling with the words he wants to convey, caught in a moment of indecision.

Your sudden, sweet kiss catches him off guard, his initial surprise giving way to a warm, affectionate response. Before he can fully process the gesture, you've already withdrawn, leaving a subtle, bashful grin dancing on your lips. "What's on your mind, My Love?"

He exhales another sigh, his tongue moistening his lower lip in contemplation before he voices his admittance. "I can't stand this long-distance thing."

Your lips contort into a pained frown, and an instinctive retreat pushes you further away from him, your back connecting with the mirror's cool surface. "Are you breaking up with me?" Your voice quivers at the fear of Quinn ending things so suddenly.

His eyes widen in alarm, a rapid motion closing the gap between you as he firmly grasps your waist, pulling you back into his comforting proximity. "No, no, baby, I'm not saying that at all." He emphasizes with a reassuring tone.

Relief floods your entire being, a soothing balm to your anxieties as the erratic thud of your heart settles back into its regular rhythm.

"What would you think about moving in with me, in Vancouver after you graduate?" His head tilts to the side, a distressed look on his face as tries to gage your reaction.

You crush your lips against his once more, the fervor of your kiss matching the intensity of your emotions. A delighted grin creeps across his face as your hands weave their way into his hair. Your mouths mold together in a harmonious dance, each movement executed in perfect synchronization. A subtle exploration ensues as you lightly trace your tongue across his bottom lip, coaxing it between your teeth, which elicits a throaty moan from him. With his defenses down, he grants you access, and your tongues engage in a sensual tango, his fingers pressing into your side involuntarily.

Breathlessly, you break apart from him. "I thought you'd never ask."

#—lovely #quinn hughes #this is so cute 🥺#my heart can’t take the cuteness overload that this gave me #it’s just too much 😫😫😫😫

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IM SO SICK

#—cuteness overload #jack hughes #luke hughes #their so cute though #🥺🥺🥺

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POST-RAW 10.20.23 | jack hughes

#—cuteness overload #jack hughes #my love #my one and only #my forever boy

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njd@nyi | 20.10.23

#—cuteness overload #luke hughes

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𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘. | luke hughes

꒰ genre: mature ;established!relationship!au | drabble

꒰ word count: 1k

꒰ warnings: 18+ themes !! MDNI ! unprotected sex (stay safe), soft sex, riding, swearing, praising.

꒰ author’s note: here is part 2 of my 3 part smut series for my 1k celly !! if you couldn’t tell already, obviously this series is all just soft stuff with the boys :3

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“stop s-staring, lu.”

you mutter quietly, eyes watching slowly at the path luke’s fingers smooth themselves along your thighs from where he is laid underneath you. his now much darker green eyes gaze over you as he soakes in every dip and curve of your figure and he breathes out a low chuckle at your words, followed by a slow and languid upward roll of his hips. his cock starting to throb as he plunges deeper, easing further into your warm walls as you straddle his lap.

"can’t help it.. y’re just looking so pretty from down here." he mumbles in response, voice low and slightly shakey, but there's still the small hint of a smile laced within it. a light pink blush rises high on his cheeks, his unruly curls a mess on his head from where he's sinking into the pillows beneath him.

you always knew that when he spoke those words, he was being honest. luke was completely weak for you at all times, at least that much was obvious to you. it almost made you proud for how intoxicating the boy found you—how utterly enamoured he was by you and you're entire body. just how quickly he could feel his sanity fade away into existence at how good you made him feel every single time you sank down on him.

his pace was a slow grind against you, withdrawing at the same pace every time with a hum leaving his throat before he's rolling forward and sinking straight back into your pussy with a wet sound that has your head lulling back, your palm resting against his chest to keep yourself as steady as you can while a breathless whimper of his name falls from your soft lips.

"you're s-so cheesy l-luke." you gasp out, feeling his hand tremble where it gropes at your hips after he feels your pussy throb and clench around him. he groans deep, taking a handful of your breast with his free hand. his hips press deep up against you and yours meet them with the desperate little rolls you make.

"so pretty." he groans, a croaky sound that's accompanied with a wet clap of his body against yours and his words burn in your chest—in the best way possible—when they curl down your spine, sizzling and adding to the warmth that you feel growing underneath your flesh.

"fuck, don’t need to repeat it." you hiccup lightly, feeling his pelvis grind along your puffy clit and your voice twists up a higher pitch when you feel his fingers lead up and press into the small of your back, guiding you lower until your chest is pressed up tightly against his own and he starts pressing kisses along your jaw and cheeks as he grinds into you.

“just speaking the truth, baby." luke pants in your ear, his voice like a dripping whine when his slender fingers squish into the skin of your waist, curling into you when his cock nudges against the sweet spot inside of you that has you melting wholey into him. he groans into each kiss that he places to your face, his pace stuttering when you start to twitch around him and he draws his hips back before they jut forward again.

"fuck—feel’s so good." he grunts, the way you are making him feel shows evidently in the way he clenches his jaw before the force of his hips pick up and he's sinking himself even deeper. gasps and moans come from the both of you, a drawn out sigh sounds from luke below you, followed by hushed praises between soft pants and groans of your name.

the way his cock continues to push right against the spongy spots inside of you has your vision beginning to turn blurry. turning your head and looking up the slight amount you need to to meet luke’s gaze from where you feel his breath fanning along your neck, and he turns to meet your eyes as well.

his lovely lips are parted before the corners stretch into a soft grin, his eyes heavily lidded and still just as dark as before and the sight of him looking so lost in the pleasure has you pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. whines come from the back of your throat when you immediately feel his tongue drag itself along your own and his hand curls around the back of your neck to pull you closer, eagerly drinking in your ragged breaths and needy whispers of his name.

"d-doing so good for me. shit—s-so fucking perfect.” he groans against your lips, his voice an almost whine as he keeps you pinned tight against his chest while his thrusts picks up even faster. the new pace makes you feel like you can't form even the smallest of sentences that aren’t just the simple pleads and whimpers of his name as you feel nothing but bliss hurtling throughout you with every rock of his hips.

"g-gonna cum." you finally manage to speak and the sweet, ragged moan that the confession pulls from luke is what has a familiar rush of warmth curling to your core. your pussy twitches and creams around him as you slowly start to release and he stills beneath you before he's giving all of himself into the needy coaxing of your walls—spilling into you with a wordless but satisfied groan as he allows your pussy to milk him of everything he has.

you feel his hips finally come to a halt, the aftermath of your orgasm causing your thighs to tremble slightly before they're tightening over his slim waist and you feel sleepy wrapped around luke. but you still pull away to blink down at the boy, his eyes fluttering open to send you a sleepy sort of look through a drowsy grin. you feel his palm rest itself on your cheek before he's guiding you back to press another soft kiss against your lips.

"see sweetheart, so pretty all for me."

#⋆·˚ ༘ *—rowdyslove’s 1k follower celly !!#—ness writes #luke hughes #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes smut #luke hughes fluff #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes oneshot #luke hughes x reader #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl x y/n #nhl fluff #nhl smut #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fic

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HOLY SHIT LUKE MF HUGHES

#—cuteness overload #luke hughes #woop woop !!

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i just love them so much

#—cuteness overload #luke hughes #jack hughes #my boys 🥹🥹#the cutest everrrr

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After overstimulating his girl Luke gives the best after care.

Oh, my God, yes. 🥹

The overstimulation had made Y/N’s brain run wild, her clit was so sensitive she was sure that if Luke was simply to blow on it, she would be releasing for him all over again. She couldn’t even count how many times he’d made her cum.

“You’ve done so well for me, baby. Here, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Luke spoke sweetly as his arm hooked underneath her and around her waist, pulling her into his arms with ease, letting her wrap her legs around his hips as her head rested against his shoulder.

With Y/N still in his arms, Luke set the tap on the bath running, pouring in some of her favorite bubble bath and letting it run. His hand was quick to brush her hair out of her eyes as he looked at her with a gaze of pure adoration.

“I’ve never seen a girl so beautiful and so good, I’m so proud of you. Took your punishment so well for me tonight.”

#—lustful #luke hughes #this #this right here #amazing wonderful the best i’ve ever read #my brain can’t even function #he would be so sweet during after care 🥺🥺

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look at him🥹 he looks so happy🥹🫶

#—cuteness overload #luke hughes #little babyyyyy #look at that smile #i can’t—#he’s too cute 🥹🥹🥹

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rowdyslove · 6 months

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I second the previous anon, that most recent Jack fic was so good! You have such a talent for writing 💕 I've read it twice already

thank youuuuu 😁 i think i will start writing smut more often, just keep trying to improve and make my writing even better. but i think for starters, that one turned out really well 💗💗

#—showing love #—little one

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Wait... that was your first ever time writing smut??? I- That is mind blowing to me

THE TALENT THAT YOU POSSESS

thank you so much :(( i tried my best, i guess it came out really good though 🫶🏻🫶🏻

#—showing love #—little one

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𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃. | jack hughes

꒰ genre: mature ;established!relationship!au | drabble

꒰ word count: 1k

꒰ warnings: 18+ themes !! MDNI ! literally 1k words of just raw sweet filth, pussy drunk!jack, unprotected sex (be safe people), soft sex, swearing, praising.

꒰ author’s note: surpriseeee !! my first ever time trying to write smut, i’d say it went well ? (i really hope it did..) butttt this is also what i chose to write for my 1k follower celly !! (this is part 1 of 3 different drabbles i am writing for this celebration) thank you all so much for getting me to this point, and i’m so excited to put out all of the works i have in my drafts coming soonnnn :DD i hope you all enjoy this !

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it never ever mattered just how many times jack found himself sinking down into the heavenly feeling of your pussy, he knows for a fact that he'll never be able to get used to the intoxicating hug of your walls around his length.

he always felt like you were just silently begging for more of him, luring him in deeper with every needy stutter of yours hips whenever his palms squeezed at your waist as he bucked against you.

"come on, aghh—you gotta stop doing that, love." jack was already so out of it. he had just started, only a few thrusts in and he already felt like he could barely create a single breath when the deep kiss of his cock against your sensitive spot makes you purr his name and clench around him.

his hair is ruffled, a mess of light brown locks on his head and a few long strands hanging down, sticking to the light coat of sweat across his forehead. some other strands fall over his lidded gaze and framing his defined features, but thankfully he can still see you so so clearly; such a pretty sight seeing you underneath him like this, he thinks.

jack believes he’s never had a woman moan for him the way you do. he keeps chasing the intoxicating squeeze of your walls around him as he digs deeper and deeper for more of the sweet sounds that leave your lips—the sounds that are only for only him to hear. your back arches high off of the sheets as he lets his fingertips trace along the path of your skin, taking a slow and gentle handful of your hips with another tight squeeze before he whimpers low, pace slightly stuttering as he presses himself further into you.

he had a long day, dealing with the early morning practice and the tough game that was played just earlier that night—he really needed this; he needed you.

maybe that was why everything felt so good. because he had been imagining the feeling of your skin pressed up close to his all day. and now, through gritted teeth and restless hands just trying to touch every inch of your soft skin, he throbs long with his next withdrawal from you, right before he pushes straight back in.

"j-jack please!" you gasp at the feeling he sends through you, and his lips part to moan sinfully as he lets himself drop to rest on his forearms—just close enough for his lips to graze themselves along your prominent collarbones with tender open-mouthed kisses. he lets his eyes flutter closed, trying not to focus on how perfectly you're hugging around him, small hands grabbing ahold of his broad shoulders in a desperate attempt to pull him closer but also keep yourself steady as well.

"i know, baby, i know. s-shit, just be patient with me for a sec." jack feels so drunk on the feeling that is you. his mind and senses blurring all into one big blob as his name continues to fall from your lips between soft pants that make him feel like he's about to pass out right there from how sweet you sound. he starts mouthing his way at your neck, smearing messy and completely fucked out kisses along the expanse of your flesh as his movements slowly become even more desperate. "god, you just feel soo-so fucking—mmph—good baby.”

this feeling is dangerous. the heavy trembles of his hands where they squeeze at your skin, the painfully pleasing throb of his cock as desire begins to warm through all of his nerves, trickling down his spine as he grinds out another low drawled moan of your name.

his skin feels like it’s burning from every touch you give him, but he also thinks you're even hotter when you let him hear the sweet sound of praises and his name rolling off your tongue in rampant mumbles that has his abdomen tightening up.

"d-don’t do that, love. just gonna make me f-fucking cum." jack’s babbling every word, like sex-drunken mantras spurring out of him with every needy roll of his hips into yours. you can feel the blunt head of his cock grazing over ever sensitive and sinful spot inside of you that only have you squeezing him even tighter; just sucking him deeper and deeper down into you.

"jack-a-ahhhh.. doing so so good.” the whimpering praise falling from your lips is like honey as it drips in his ears, making him tilt his head to plunge his mouth right into yours before his body starts to shake, and his lungs continue flaring with every heavy pant of breath he exhales with his thrusts. his sudden orgasm catches him off guard when he feels your tongue tangling with his own, sliding across his top lip as he then cums, hot spurts of him filling you up to the brim.

a low grunt releases itself from jack through your kiss from deep within his throat as his pace starts to slow slightly, kissing at your lips slowly as his next wet withdrawal leaves you, right before he's pushing his load deep down into your cunt. every lewd squelch of your pussy makes him gasp against your lips as he kisses you, inturn making you even more wet for the man that’s fucking you absolutely senseless.

even though jack had already reached his high, he still doesn’t want to stop, not when you just look so pretty in your fucked out and inebriated state, and you’re doing so good for him.

"j-jacky. feeling any b-better? mmm" his body continues to clap against yours, speed slowing down ever so slightly before he pulls away from your lips to rest his head in the tight crook of your neck, panting as he grinds steady thrusts into your pussy, despite the way the sensitivity of his cock is hitting straight at his nerves. every thick throb and strained squeeze felt like it was knocking all of the air out of him, but every soft moan from your lips is just enough to remind him how to breathe and he knows for a fact that he's not stopping so soon as he sends you short lustful smirk before he's smearing a wet kiss upon your cheek.

"mmf.. all better, but i gotta take care of my little baby now."