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QUINN HUGHES SMUT. Reader isn’t satisfied bc they’re used to rougher sex and when it’s finally brought up to quinn he goes to a completely different place than you two have EVER been😍😍
safe word | qh43
summary: After Quinn realizes something is up with you, you finally break expressing how sex with him is amazing but you crave a different side of him. One that you didn't know.
warnings: dom/sub dynamic, rough sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v (unprotected), use of pet names, rough sexy quinner!
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You laid beside Quinn in your bed tossing and turning. After turning onto your back you let out a sigh.
Quinn was great in bed, amazing even, however he was a little to vanilla... or so you thought.
After you let out another sigh, growing more frustrated as you maneuvered your body to lay onto your side. Quinn woke up, turning to lay against you back his arm wrapping around your waist.
"Baby, whats wrong?" He asked gently rubbing along your hip.
"Nothing." You said sounding a little annoyed unintentionally.
"Did I do something?" He asked now more alert at your change in attitude.
"No, thats the problem," You said rolling over to face him," Don't take this the wrong way, it's just that I need more."
"What do you mean?" He asked now worrying that he wasn't enough for you.
"I need you to be rough with me," You trailed off.
He smiled letting out a laugh," Baby, all you had to do was ask," He said smiling as his hand now gripped your waist harsher," Should we handle this now?" He asked leaning over to kiss your neck.
"Please," You begged out rolling your head to the side, You could feel Quinn smile against your neck before tugging your panties down, He pushed himself to sit onto his knees.
He slid his boxers off, releasing his hard cock from the harsh confines of his boxers.
"Open that pretty mouth," He said grabbing your chin, you complied, as he slowly pumped his cock in his hand, slapping his cock against you face, "Come on baby, go head."
You leaned forward taking the tip in your mouth sucking gently as your tongue ran along his slit before circling his tip.
"Good, fucking girl," He smirked down at you sliding the length of his cock into your mouth hitting the back of your throat.
He then reached down as his hips bucked against your face, his hand trailing through your folds rubbing at your clit, his other hand grabbing at your tits.
"Mhmm, so wet for me baby, want me to use you?" He asked as his fingers slipped inside your pussy hooking against your g-spot.
He slowly began pumping his arm fingering you at a steady rhythm. You could feel yours legs shaking as spit dripped out of the sides of your mouth.
You moaned against his cock as you began dripping around his fingers. Your legs shaking even harder. He pulled his hips backs, grabbing your face with one hand bringing his fingers up to your moth, "Come on baby, clean my fingers up." He smirked looking down at you as his fingers slipped into your mouth.
Your tongue circled his fingers as you sucked your cum off his fingers, "Such a good girl for me," He smirked looking at you sucking at his fingers.
He removed his hand from your mouth. "Get on your knees, ass up." He said harshly. You flipped over, pressing your ass to his groin.
His hands grabbed your hips, one smacking your ass as he let out a groan.
He took his cock slamming it into you with no warning, aas his hand snaked down grabbing your neck, "This what you wanted baby?" He asked.
When you didn't respond he smacked your ass,"Answer me," He spoke as he pulled his hips back plunging himself deeper inside you.
"Yes, god, Yes!" You moaned out at the feeling of him inside you, He pulled you back by your hair, you back arching against his chest.
"Safe Word."
"Hmm?" You asked.
"What's your safe word?" He asked again harsher.
"uhm pineapple?" You asked not able to think in the the moment.
"Good girl." He kissed your neck before pushing you back down, pushing your head into the bed.
He continued pumping himself inside you as your eyes began to shake, your legs dropping to the bed.
His hand reached under you rubbing your clit working through your orgasm, even after you had cum around his cock, clenching at his movements, he continued his rough pace.
You began to get overstimulated the line between pleasure and pain beginning to blur.
As you laid flat moans mixed with sobs, Quinn continued his relentless pounding.
"Quinn it's to much!," You moaned out, "Can't take anymore."
"That doesn't sound like a safe word baby," He cooed out, as he continued his movement inside you.
You continued you strings of moaning as Quinn slowed his movements, pulled his cock back so just the tip was left in your entrance. He swiftly pumped his cock, as his cum leaked inside you.
He fully pulled back now watching as his cum leaked from your pussy.
"Good, fucking, girl," He trailed out groping your ass with his harsh calloused hands.
He lair beside you pulling you into his chest, "That what you needed, baby?"
"Mhmm," You said as your brain was still melted from his relentless attack on your pussy.
"Thats my girl," He smirked as his hand rubbed your waist, "Get some sleep baby."
"mhmm," You said as your eyes slowly began fluttering shut.
#quinn hughes#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes fic#quinn hughes x y/n#quinn hughes blurb#dad quinn hughes#dad!quinn hughes#vancouver canucks#canucks fic#hughes brothers#quinn hughes smut
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and i had silly dreams - brock boeser
summary: a series of weddings mean a series of run-ins with brock, and that means josie must confront some long held feelings.
word count: 3.2k
note: happy birthday @senditcolton!!! this is what i wrote for your birthday bingo and i hope you like it. i hope you get loads of wonderful fics to read, because you deserve them all <3
bingo squares: wedding season + 'it was always you' + free space + second chance romance + interrupted kiss
Josie had forgotten that he’d be there. She’d helped with sending the invitations, helped with the seating chart and had felt her heart skip a beat every time she saw his name. She still did a double take when she saw him at the reception.
Immediately noticing the double take, Courtney, the bride, asked in a high pitch, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Everything is perfect,” Josie said, literally waving her off. “I forgot Brock was going to be here, is all.”
With all the subtlety that she was known for—none—Courtney whipped her head in the direction Josie had vaguely pointed at. Josie rolled her eyes but followed Courtney’s gaze to see Brock standing beside a table laughing raucously.
“He’s single.”
“Yeah,” Josie said, rolling her eyes. “That’s never been the problem.”
Courtney’s mouth opened and Josie knew she was ready to go off on a tangent about there never being a real problem. Luckily for Josie, Liam materialised to distract his bride and take her away to speak to his parents.
Their departure led to a brief reprieve for Josie who felt like she hadn’t stopped all day, or for the entire month leading up to the wedding. She had truly gone above and beyond—something that Courtney had been increasingly thankful about—and, while there was a quiet moment, she took her seat at the wedding party’s table and barely resisted dropping her head onto the table.
People approached her to check in, the other bridesmaids making sure everything was going to schedule and being redirected to the wedding planner, Rebecca, and her own parents making sure she wasn’t taking on more than she could handle. She absolutely was, but that wasn’t something she’d readily admit. Rebecca popping by was the last thing Josie wanted, because the updates she’d been getting all evening weren’t good.
She felt even more drained when she was left alone again, only interrupted by a waiter carrying a tray of champagne. Josie took two flutes.
It wasn’t a hardship to watch Courtney and Liam bounce around the room together, largely inseparable and overwhelmingly in love—they’d been together for so long that their marriage had slowly morphed into an inevitability and Josie was happy that she had a front row seat to it all.
Even if, every so often in her peripheral vision, there was someone she had to keep monitoring. That she could have done without.
Someone dropped into the empty bridesmaid’s seat beside her, and Josie’s breath hitched in her throat when she realised who it was. She may have forgotten that he’d be at the wedding, but she could never forget him.
She only looked at him out of the corner of her eye—he was like the sun, really, it was dangerous to look directly at him.
“You look stressed.”
Josie hummed in agreement, picking up her second champagne flute and saying, “It is my job to burden all the shit that Liam’s cousin is pulling and make sure that Court never hears about it.”
“And he’s pulling a lot of shit?”
“Literally hasn’t changed since high school.”
Brock’s laugh was low, and he didn’t sound at all shocked. Even having spent a couple of years not in school with said cousin—James, if she had to use his name—Brock was no stranger to the trouble that followed him around.
“Surely just kick him out,” Brock suggested.
“He’s got one more chance. I really don’t want to cause a fuss, right now Court and Liam have no idea, but the poor wedding planner is getting complaints from the staff that he’s being rude to them.”
Brock patted the table and Josie looked at him, then. It truly was dangerous because there was nothing she wouldn’t have done for him. So, when he smiled at her and asked if she wanted to go for a little walk outside to destress there was no chance she’d ever say no.
Despite the sweaty palms he gave her, and had given her for many years, being around Brock was easy. There was never any pressure, no expectations that ever came with him. At least no expectations coming from him, the expectations placed by other people were forever lingering.
The Country Club in Lakeville was the perfect place for a wedding—a fact that had held true for years, and would continue to for many more, Josie was sure—and the weather only made it more so. Despite the sun having set about an hour earlier, the temperature had held steady and, had it been any other wedding, Josie would have taken off her shoes and ran through the grass with her arms outstretched.
“Do you like being home?” Josie asked Brock when they stopped at a patio table.
“I like that it’s quieter here,” he admitted. “Vancouver’s great, but… Yeah. I like being home.”
They sat at the table, just staring over the course and into the night sky, with no knowledge of how long they’d been out there. Josie knew that she’d never be able to truly relax while she was waiting for James to do something, but it was nice.
Brock’s company was always welcome, his ability to find a topic and talk about it for any length of time had always impressed, and it was a welcome distraction even if it was only temporary.
Rebecca came to find her far too soon after they ventured outside, somehow looking even more frustrated than she had all night. James was hot on her heels, cursing up a very loud storm.
“She’s lying!” James shouted. Josie instinctively looked to Brock, her eye twitching.
“He’s now inappropriately touching the waitstaff.”
The eye twitch changed into a full grimace with an accompanying disgusted groan. James’ shouting got louder and angrier, that anger directed at Josie at the first sign that she didn’t believe him. Within a second of James taking a step forward to get in Josie’s face, Brock was standing. He didn’t raise his voice, nor did he sound particularly angry when he spoke.
“Time for you to go home, don’t you think?” Brock asked, so calm it was rather disturbing.
James stepped back but didn’t stop his yelling, trying to shout around Brock’s body to continue his tirade on Josie. Rebecca was long forgotten.
“It’s been ten fucking years and you’re still so fucking pussy whipped. She’s so fucking frigid she’s not going to sleep with you, dude, you don’t need to white knight.”
James’ words rolled through Josie’s head one by one, so slowly that she was only processing them one at a time. Until the meaning of what he’d said hit her, then her silence was because she had no idea how she could possibly respond.
Brock took care of it, though, clapping his hand down on James’ shoulder with a satisfying and deep thud, forcibly turning him around and saying, “Pretty sure your parents are looking for you.”
Rebecca stared at Josie wide eyed; Josie still didn’t know how she was supposed to have responded.
A few weeks passed and the next wedding popped up on Josie’s calendar—everyone she knew was getting married and it was the busiest summer she’d ever had. She had no responsibilities at any other wedding that summer, though, and as far as she knew there would be no sign of James at any of them, so she was letting her hair down.
Drunk. She was getting drunk.
Brock had also made an appearance which Josie hadn’t been expecting. Maybe she should have seeing as the Bride and Groom had invited practically everyone they’d ever met.
Josie and Courtney had barely left the dancefloor since they were let loose after dinner unless it was to get another drink that didn’t even make it back to the dancefloor. The looseness in her limbs helped the floating feeling coursing through her even as she and Courtney scream-singed at each other manically. Liam moved around them, manic in his own way, and joined them to bounce and sing through the choruses.
Every so often, Josie would catch sight of Brock somewhere throughout the room being cornered by someone who was no doubt talking to him about hockey. It was happening to Jake Oettinger, too. They were both far too nice to even pull a face that might let someone know they didn’t want to talk about it. Maybe they did want to talk about it—Josie didn’t know Jake very well at all and it had been years since she’d known Brock in any meaningful capacity.
The dancing did eventually stop when it was time for speeches, so Josie procured another drink from the bar and took her designated seat and readied herself for a bunch of inside jokes she had no context for. The chair beside her pulled back and Josie started to greet the old friend from high school she’d spoken with throughout dinner only to be met with Brock’s smiling face.
“Wow, Mike, you’ve changed a lot since dinner.”
“I’ve been trying to get your attention since dinner,” he said, hushed. “You’ve been having fun.”
It didn’t take long for the speeches to drag on—the bride was the least interesting person Josie had ever met and nobody had injected her with any personality in the lead up to the wedding which was a surprise because her father stole the show and spoke for what may have been half an hour.
Brock was mumbling under his breath beside her, mostly when a new person got up to speak but the ones that had her struggling to muffle her own laughs were the for fuck’s sake that fell from his mouth whenever someone paused, raising everyone’s hope, only to continue and destroy it all. Everyone was apparently following the same formula of disappointment.
The applause when the speeches finally ended could not have been solely for the speech itself, it was far too enthusiastic for how boring the speech was.
“Drink?” Brock asked, already standing.
Josie was past the point of being concerned about a hangover, so she walked with Brock to the bar, ordered another glass of champagne and happily let Brock walk them outside. It was a cooler night than the last time they sat outside, but the alcohol running through her veins meant that Josie hardly felt it.
“Do you ever just tell people you don’t want to talk about hockey?”
Brock’s mouth twitched, “Josie, I don’t want to talk about hockey.”
She huffed, slouching down in the chair she found, and then started to giggle when Brock’s face morphed into a proper smile. Still laughing, Josie let her head fall back against the top of the chair, her eyes falling shut even if she did want to stare up at the stars.
“Do you want to talk about anything?” she asked slowly, taking time to sound out each word. “I don’t know how long I can talk for.”
“I just wanted to see if you were okay after what James said.”
it was a punch to the gut, being reminded. She forced herself to shrug. Talking was, at that point, beyond her. Brock didn’t seem bothered by the silence.
When the next wedding rolled around, Josie was much more sensible. It helped that Courtney and Liam had finally departed for their honeymoon and Josie had nobody to get silly with, and also that her parents were in attendance. It was a much smaller wedding, too, so she couldn’t blend into the crowd.
The biggest factor might have been that she had been seated right next to Brock. Somehow, she didn’t know who was the reason behind it, their chairs ended up right next to each other—so close that she could feel the warmth of his body from his leg where it was pressed against hers.
“Will the speeches be better this week?” Brock whispered in her ear. Josie covered her mouth to muffle the sudden laugh that threatened to burst from her mouth.
They weren’t better, but they were at least shorter.
It didn’t take any convincing for Josie to join Brock outside—their own little wedding tradition, it seemed. It was their space, even when half the guests had ventured outside and away from the loud music, and Josie couldn’t help but lean towards him to make sure she didn’t miss a single word he said.
“I didn’t realise we still had so many friends in common,” she said after they were briefly interrupted by someone wanting to say hello.
Brock bristled, affronted, “I didn’t just forget everyone when I left.”
“No, I know,” she stressed. “You and I both know that the hockey team and I weren’t exactly best friends. James made sure of that after you went to Iowa.”
Brock’s face fell. He’d heard the stories because Josie was the one to tell him during the summer after high school after two years of being put through hell. James’ outburst at Courtney and Liam’s wedding wasn’t dissimilar to what he’d been saying to her for years.
“That’s not the point, though,” Josie interjected, noticing that Brock was opening his mouth to speak. “The point is, that I forget that you had friends outside of the hockey team. Have friends outside the hockey team.”
It didn’t do much to appease Brock, Josie noticed, a sullen expression still etched across his face. Her shoulders fell when she realised that she’d sufficiently killed the happy mood they had been sitting in.
Without warning, after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Brock said, “You’re one of the best friends I’ve kept.” He continued, after a loud and uncontrolled scoff from Josie, “I know we aren’t as close as we used to be but… I don’t know, you’re someone I would have hated to lose contact with.”
Josie rose and moved towards Brock, bending down to wrap her arms around his neck before he could even register what she was doing. She was forever glad they were still in touch, even if they typically only talked over the summer.
It did nothing to help ten years of pent-up feelings when Brock’s hand settled against her lower back, the thin material of her dress doing nothing to hide the warmth of it. The size of it. The way it made her heart jump into her throat.
He didn’t move it as she started to pull away—not because she wanted to move, but because she had to in order to preserve her own sanity. She could only imagine the sadness and longing, in her eyes when she was just far enough from him to make eye contact.
“Brock…”
“Why haven’t we?” Brock asked in a whisper.
In just as quiet a whisper, Josie asked back, “Why haven’t we what?”
“You know what.”
Brock’s eyes drifted to her mouth, and Josie promptly forgot how to breathe. Josie looked at his mouth, struck by the way they slowly parted and hers unconsciously did the same. The light pressure on her lower back increased, it was only slightly but it was enough to have her leaning into him.
“Josie? Are you out here?”
With a sudden but noticeable lack of warmth against her lower back, Josie straightened with a heavy sigh—Brock was laughing in disbelief.
“Yes, Mom,” she said, slowly sinking back into the seat she’d left.
And so, Josie’s mom wandered out into the courtyard, none the wiser to what she had interrupted, and starting a lengthy rant about her own sister that held Brock and Josie captive until it was time for the First Dance.
At least by then Josie’s breathing had returned to normal, though her erratic heartbeat was never going to calm when Brock was looking at her so softly.
The summer of weddings was never ending, with Josie being pulled interstate to attend weddings of some of her sorority sisters. They were exceedingly fun, even if Josie found herself looking around the room for Brock without realising—he’d become quite the fixture.
She was still yet to see him outside of a wedding, despite his assertion that they were friends, but Josie wasn’t making any efforts to organise that either, so she wasn’t able to blame him solely. Courtney had not been quiet about any of it and had made multiple threats to schedule a double date. All of her suggestions had been cut down, no matter how well intentioned.
At Josie’s final wedding of an otherwise gruellingly long summer, she spotted Brock almost instantly. As did Courtney and Liam, both of whom pushed Josie in Brock’s direction. She only barely saved herself from tripping in her heels before Brock was shifting his attention away from Jake Oettinger—god, it really was a small world that he’d been at two of the summer’s weddings—and noticing her. He didn’t waste any time in abandoning Jake to stand beside Josie.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
“Surely there’s no one left in Minnesota to get married.”
“Just us, I think.”
Josie didn’t want to conjure up an image of her standing with Brock at an altar, in a dress she’d been dreaming about her entire life, but she did. In high-definition technicolour.
With cheeks red and warm, Josie blinked the image from her mind and accidentally made eye contact with Brock when she started to frantically search for Courtney to come save her. The eye contact was the worst thing she could have done; it added to her wedding daydream as she plastered that expression onto Brock’s face at the altar.
It became clear that nobody was coming to her rescue—that anybody even noticed she was in need of rescuing— so Josie turned her back on the crowd of people so that they wouldn’t see the heartbreak on her face when she said, “You can’t say things like that.”
“Why not?” Brock asked with no hesitation or uncertainty.
“Because it’s not just us, Brock. It’s never me.”
“What are you talking about, Josie?” She had never heard him sound so exasperated or confused. The tight pull of his eyebrows softened as he said, “It was always you. It’s literally always been you.”
Josie frowned as she felt her shoulders sag—no weight had been lifted from them by the admission. In fact, she felt more tense than ever at Brock’s words.
“That’s… That might be worse, you know?” she sighed. “It’s been like ten years and if it’s always been me then why has it never been me?”
“Why has it never been me? I didn’t think I was very subtle.”
A swarm of people began to move in their direction, and Josie turned just enough to see people beckoning the crowd into the chapel.
Harried and conscious of how close everyone else was getting, Josie whispered frantically, “We can’t do this now.”
“We can do this whenever,” Brock said, taking Josie’s hand as if it was the easiest thing in the world. “We should do this all the time.”
Josie’s brain wasn’t entirely online as she felt Brock’s long fingers wrap around hers, and it was only just started to register everything around her again when he used that hand to pull her closer to him. There was so much time to move away, that Josie nearly did because she thought he’d pulled her in on accident. The way his head tilted down was unmistakable, though, and Josie didn’t want to move a muscle as their lips touched for the first time.
#brock boeser fic#brock boeser imagine#nhl fic#nhl imagine#hockey imagine#hockey fic#homemade fic#canucks fic
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baby please come home
quinn hughes x reader, daisy's au
summary: quinn and you get into a fight and he leaves for the night and daisy isn't happy when her dad isn't around.
warnings: angst angst angst, fight, talk of a toxic relationship with parents, toxic parents, mention of a miscarriage, quinn is a bit of a dick, crying (so much crying), daisy just wants her dad, inspired by this anon
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You and Quinn didn’t fight. This is why it was so surprising to Brock when Quinn knocked on his door, a duffle bag in hand. “Where are the girls?” Brock asked, not seeing you or Daisy trailing behind Quinn. It was late, way past Daisy’s bedtime. Brock had only received a text from Quinn asking if he could spend the night, but Brock assumed that it would include you and Daisy.
“At home.”
Quinn’s blunt response and aversion to answering Brock’s questions made it obvious that something was wrong. “Well, do you want to talk about it?” Brock asked as Quinn made his way to the guest bedroom. “We got into a fight, and I couldn’t be there any longer.”
Silently, you washed Daisy’s bottles at the kitchen sink. You took a second to wipe your nose, snot still dripping from your crying. You were trying to convince yourself that Quinn wasn’t going to come home and demand you and Daisy leave his apartment. Hands shaking, you turned off the sink water. The words exchanged between Quinn and you during the fight replaying in your head.
Quinn had been begging you not to rekindle a relationship with your parents. They weren’t exactly supportive during your pregnancy and had pretty much disowned you. Quinn didn’t understand why you would even want to have any more contact with your family, but you felt like he didn’t understand.
“How many times during your pregnancy did I hold you because you were crying because your parents ignored your messages? Or how you asked me to keep them out of the hospital room? Or when they didn’t even bother to show up when you had the miscarriage scare?” Quinn asked. The two of you were standing in the kitchen, trying to speak in hushed voices, not wanting to wake up Daisy. “You don’t understand! You’re so fucking lucky with your parents and your brothers, your teammates, and your fucking endless supply of money! You don’t understand how alone I feel sometimes! I need my mom sometimes like Daisy needs me!” you tried to explain.
“Am I not enough?” he stuttered. “Quinn, you aren’t listening. I didn’t say that. It’s just that it’s hard, okay? I just miss my family,” you said lowly. “The family that treated you like shit?” he snapped back at you. “Stop! Just stop! I’m done fighting!” you shouted.
Quinn simply nodded, walking away from you and down the hall to your now-shared bedroom. “Where are you going?” you asked as he grabbed his duffle bag from the closet. He usually used the bag for when he was leaving on trips. “I’m not staying here. I’m not going sit and watch you make dumb decisions,” Quinn spoke while shoving clothes into his bag.
Sitting on the couch with your phone in your hand, you dialed your mom’s number. You hadn’t seen or talked to them since you were pregnant. When she didn’t answer, you chalked it up to be because it was late. But that reasoning faded away when she texted you not to contact her. Quinn was right, they didn’t care.
You cried yourself to sleep that night. Sleeping without Quinn and knowing he was sleeping somewhere else was killing you. Daisy was fine throughout the night, only waking up to be fed and have her diaper changed. It was in the morning when everything went sour. Daisy was a baby, but she had a small understanding that when Quinn was leaving for trips, he would tell her goodbye and never leave her guessing where he was. But that didn’t happen last night, and it wasn’t him coming to get her from the crib in the morning when she was crying.
Daisy refused her bottle, a pacifier, music, and being rocked. Nothing was working. Just crying out for Quinn. It took you an hour of her crying and you trying different methods of trying to get her to stop before you realized that she was crying out for her dad.
Quinn and Brock were sitting on Brock’s couch, playing video games. Brock didn’t necessarily agree with Quinn’s decision to leave you and Daisy for the night, but it wasn’t his business. Quinn had felt his phone buzzing with a call, but he ignored it when he realized it was your contact calling.
Daisy was still crying when you started calling Quinn’s friends. You had tried calling Quinn twelve times, and he ignored all twelve of the calls. Choking back sobs when Elias answered your call, saying that Quinn wasn’t there at his place. It was nearing two hours of Daisy crying when you called Brock.
Brock answered his phone. Quinn only got Brock’s half of the conversation. He wasn’t able to hear you on the other side of the line, sobbing. “Hey. Are you okay?” Brock said. Brock threw a glance at Quinn, “Yeah, he’s next to me. He’s here (Y/N).”
Quinn realized it was you on the other side of the phone. “Calm down. What’s wrong?” Brock asked, and Quinn was sitting up worriedly. “And nothing has worked?” Brock repeated. “Okay, okay. I’ll tell him. If anything, I’ll come over there.”
Brock placed down his phone and stared at Quinn. “Daisy isn’t taking her bottle, won’t eat, won’t take a pacifier, (Y/N) needs you.”
Quinn felt like he was moving fast as he grabbed his bag of items and made his way to the door. “Quinn, you shouldn’t have left her there with an infant, don’t pull this shit again,” Brock stopped Quinn briefly. “I know,” Quinn shamefully admitted.
You were sitting on Quinn’s side of the bed, tears rolling down your face as you continued to try and calm Daisy down. Quinn opened the front door, and seeing the state that the apartment was in made him feel worse. Toys scattered around the living room, unfinished bottles on the kitchen counter, and Daisy’s cries made Quinn feel horrible.
You didn’t even realize Quinn was in the room until he was bent down in front of you. “(Y/N), sweetheart, I’m going to take Daisy, okay?” Quinn started to move her from your arms. “I can’t take care of my own daughter Quinn,” you whispered as Daisy’s cries began to subside when she realized Quinn was holding her.
“You’re a good mom, I promise.”
Quinn let you sit there, taking Daisy out to the living room and grabbing a bottle. He sat on the couch and winced, hearing you crying from down the hall. He couldn’t think of how to apologize for leaving you alone with Daisy, ignoring your calls when his daughter needed him.
You quietly made your way out to the living room after a couple of minutes, seeing Daisy taking her bottle in Quinn’s arms. Quinn noticed your tear-stained face as you sat next to him on the couch. You silently let yourself curl into his side, watching as Daisy happily took her bottle, half asleep, probably exhausted from crying so much. Once she drifted off to sleep, Quinn removed the bottle from her mouth, letting his now free arm wrap around you.
“You were right about my parents,” you said, voice hoarse. Quinn felt another wave of guilt wash over him. “I tried to call them last night, and they told me they don’t want to have contact with me,” you explained. “Please don’t leave Daisy and me again, don’t leave me like my parents Quinn. I can’t handle that again. I feel like a shit mom, I can't even take care of our daughter. Please don't leave us,” you sat up to look him in the eyes, lip wobbling.
“I’m not leaving like that again. I promise. I’m sorry.”
#quinn hughes#daisy’s au!#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes fic#hockey imagine#hockey fic#nhl imagine#canucks imagine#canucks fic#quinn hughes au
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a/n:i will most likely disappear for weeks after i post this like every time but i just wanted to say i hope you guys enjoy this! (in my opinion this fic is kinda weird and sucks?? but i think i will always feel that way about everything i do lol)
lowercase intended (i have no idea why i wrote it like that😐)
brock x oc
2127 words
stella turned her attention away from her book when she saw her phone light up in the corner of her eye, showing that brock had messaged her.
meet me at my dock in 10?
hmm i don’t know, do i want to?
stell you’re so difficult, just come to the dock please.
i promise you won’t regret it.
be there in ten😊
ps.you’re so easy to annoy, mr.sensitive
brock couldn’t help but grin when he saw stella walking down the dock towards him. even though she was in sweatpants and a tank top with her hair pulled up into a bun, he still thought she was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.
“woah do you have gifts for me?” stella said sarcastically when she saw a to-go coffee cup and an extra UND hockey hoodie on brocks lap, accompanied by some fluffy blankets. “told you you wouldn’t regret it, though i am considering not giving these to you because of the comment you made.” stella raised her eyebrows at his words before realizing what he meant, she quickly apologized for her sarcastic comment and sat down on brocks lap, his arm snaking around her waist like a glove.
“can you just not go to college?” she mumbled quietly into his chest, running her fingers through his blonde hair as the two of them admired the moon reflecting off of the lake.
“i wish i didn’t have to leave either stell, but we’ll still talk lots and see each other all the time.” stella smiled at the nickname brock has always called her, no one else is allowed to call her that, and brock made sure everyone knew. “yeah i guess.” she frowned at him before taking another sip of her now slightly colder coffee.
brock couldn’t help but admire how beautiful stella looked, and before he knew it, he was kissing her. it was a soft and slow kiss, the slowest kiss ever probably, but the both of them had been dying to do it for as long as they could remember. neither of them said anything as they pulled away, exchanging a smile before she put her head back on his chest.
and that was four years ago, now brock’s in vancouver, with the canucks and having a great nhl career. and where’s stella? living in a small apartment in seattle, two and a half hours away from brock, missing him even after four years. they only occasionally talk now, those occasions being birthdays, maybe even christmas sometimes but that’s about it.
she was in so, so much pain. but she could never bring herself to talk about it with anyone, she has very few friends here in seattle anyways. all she does is go to coffee shops, writes in her blog (which is doing surprisingly successful and allowing her to make a living off of it), go for walks in nature, and goes home and spends time by herself. all she wanted to do was talk to brock, hug him one last time, and maybe even kiss him again.
when stella saw that seattle was getting an nhl team, a spark of excitement happened in her brain. “what if i run into brock here?”
brock knew that stella lived in seattle, he was just always too much of a coward to ask her to hangout or even text her a “how are you doing?”. and stella on the other hand didn’t want to be a bother, she didn’t want to mess with brocks life and possibly mess up how well brock was doing in his career. that’s how much stella means to him.
the day brock feared but looked forward to the most finally came, going to an away game in seattle. even though he had no idea where stella lived or what parts of the city she’s in, he had the feeling he’d run into her, there was no way life was gonna keep them apart.
brock wanted to walk around the city during their day off before the game, he stumbled upon this coffee shop in downtown seattle, a couple minutes away from his hotel. but little did he know, it was stellas favourite coffee shop to write at, and she was sitting inside, grabbing her coffee and sitting up at the barstools by the window.
brock got his coffee and scanned around the coffee shop, finding the only empty spot to be next to a familiar blonde head but was interrupted by his thoughts when a teenage boy came up to him, asking if he was brock boeser, to which stella heard and froze completely. her heart literally felt like it dropped into her stomach, no, not even her stomach. it had dropped from her body entirely and sunk into the ground, making a giant hole and out into space. she was panicking, she wanted to get up, and run out of the coffee shop as fast as she could. but she couldn’t, it was like someone had glued her to her seat.
all those years that stella spent crying in her bedroom, watching old videos and looking at pictures of them together, wishing she could go back in time and make it all work out, screaming at herself on why she never reached out to brock is all coming to an end. cause she had to face him this time.
not long after, she felt someone sit next to her, she tried so hard to ignore it and not look over but she did eventually, just a little bit so he couldn’t see her face. but it was brock, the same brock she used to stare at for hours while laying with him, just a little bit older, and definitely more mature.
stella contemplated on what to do, should she say nothing? should she say hi? should she get mad at him about not texting her for the past four years?
brock on the other hand was also freaking out, wondering what he had done, wondering if she knew he was here, wondering if he had done the right thing, wondering if he should’ve just walked out.
after all these years, stella still couldn’t do it, she still couldn’t face brock. she started packing her things up, leaving her book behind on purpose, with a glimpse of hope that brock would chase after her and return the book, telling her how much he’s missed her and asking to be back in her life again, like a perfect romantic movie.
but that wasn’t the case, brock watched her leave, just like how stella watched brock leave their hometown four years ago. all brock wanted to do was talk to stella, but he just couldn’t and he didn’t know why.
and all stella wanted to do was talk to brock, but she just couldn’t bring herself to it. but now stella is two blocks away from the coffee shop, her music slowly getting louder by her panicking and pressing the volume up button on her phone, as her tears start to fill up her eyes and flow out uncontrollably.
while brock stayed sitting in his seat, bottling up all his emotions knowing this is gonna affect the rest of his day, probably even his week.
“woah, what happened to mr.sensitive over here?” elias joked as he walked into him and brocks hotel room, revealing a sad-looking brock who was sitting on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. “i saw- never mind, i don't want to talk about it petey.” brock mumbled before looking up at elias. “how about me, you, and a couple of the guys go to a bar and get rid of whatever this is?” elias said and pointed at brock when he emphasized “this”.
“yeah sure, whatever.” brock sighed as he stood up. “let’s go see who wants to go out.”
surprisingly, most of the young guys on the team said yes, so all of them went for an adventure in the city, trying to find their new bar to visit whenever they are in seattle. everyone had finally settled in their spots and everyone had their drink, nils and elias were talking about some swedish thing like they always are, quinn and jack watching football on one of the tv’s, the rest of the guys talking about something brock couldn’t even bring himself to pay attention to, all he did was sit there, stare at his drink, and tried not to drink it all at once.
“hey what about that girl over at the bar? go talk to her.” elias pointed to a blonde girl at the bar and raised his eyebrows in excitement trying to get brock to look over. and to his surprise, it was that same blonde head he couldn’t help but stare at in the coffee shop earlier cause he knew exactly who it was. “oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” brock whispered under his breath and drank his glass of whiskey in one big sip. “here we go.”
brock sat down right next to stella, who was at the bar to attempt to drink all of her sadness away. brock couldn’t speak, at all, and when he’d attempt to say something words wouldn’t even come out of his mouth, he couldn’t even make a noise. stella hid her face behind her hands and snuck a look at brock, she wasn’t expecting him though, her heart started racing again. but she knew that something had to happen this time.
“stell,” was the first word brock finally forced out of him. but it also had to be stella’s nickname that was only allowed to be used by brock, and she knew, but she didn’t know what to do. there were three things she wanted to do right now, bolt out of this bar and down the street as fast as she could, hug brock and cry into his arms without saying anything, or pretend like nothing ever happened between the two of them and try to be friends again. she chose the second.
stella looked at brock and immediately threw her arms around him for the tightest hug she’s ever given anyone, and brock gave her the tightest hug he’s ever given anyone as well. meanwhile, there was a very confused group of nhl players, watching one of their closest friends hugging a random girl at the bar who they thought was a stranger. “what the actual fuck is going on quinn.” elias whispered, furrowing his eyebrows together.
“holy fucking shit i missed you.” brock mumbled with his mouth on top of her head before giving her a kiss on it. “me too, we have so much to talk about.” stella said which was muffled by the sweatshirt brock was wearing but brock could still hear. “can we talk somewhere else?” brock asked, not wanting his teammates to see any more of this interaction. “yeah but i don’t wanna let go.” stella said looking up at brock, still hugging each other tightly. “i’m never letting you out of my life, not again.” brock said while smiling at stella.
all these years they spent missing each other, was finally coming to an end. maybe stella would finally be happy again, maybe brocks hockey playing would be at his best again. all they knew is that they had each other this time, even if their conversation doesn’t work out, there’s no way they’re giving up.
the two of them ended up going over to stellas apartment, they couldn’t stop apologizing to each other about not reaching out but they quickly forgave each other. they were now sitting on the couch in the living room, cuddling like how they always would. they were like two puzzle pieces, not only did their bodies fit perfectly side by side, they complimented eachothers best parts, and covered up the bad parts.
“hey,” stella said quietly, looking up at brock who responded with a “hmm?”. “i’m sorry about the coffee shop earlier.” stella let out a small laugh at the end of her sentence, brock did as well. “it’s okay,” he smiled. “i have your book by the way, but i’m keeping it.” brock smirked, watching stella give him an annoyed look. “don’t worry, i’ll buy you another copy if you want.” he cut her off as soon as stella opened her mouth. “fine.” stella mouthed, before giving brock a quick peck on his jawline. that was one of the things brock missed most. he squeezed her just a bit tighter for a couple seconds, nuzzling his face into her neck and breathing in her scent. nothing could get him to leave her right now, or maybe even ever again.
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Hughes Your Daddy? - Jack Hughes
hahahaha finally
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If I get 10+ comments/asks ill make a part 2
Yes, that's me bribing you, I want more interactions
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The last few weeks of college are the worst weeks of a student's life. There’s nothing but studying, finals, and pure hell. Yet, when Ellen Hughes calls and tells you to get on a flight to Vancouver to be present at the Hughes Bowl, you fucking get on a flight to Vancouver.
The flight itself is terrific; you study a bit of your flashcards, drink some hot cocoa, and even get in a solid half-hour nap. You honestly feel a little sad when the intercoms go off, and they announce your descent into Canada.
The sadness washes away quickly when you clear the clouds and realize how excited you are. This trip, tomorrow’s game, is a very, very special event. Each Hughes brother will be playing on the ice tomorrow night, and you’ll be sitting, as requested, in the Hughes box overlooking it all.
As soon as the 737 touches down, you’re quick to switch your phone off airplane mode. You appreciated the few hours of bliss without endless notifications, but life has to go on. As soon as the iPhone gets service, a flood of messages rolls through. One from Ellen, to which you respond. Two from Quinn, which you answer. And 36 messages from Jack, which you ignore.
You should respond, and you will, but first, you have to get off the plane and find your favorite chauffeur.
Without further delay, you exit the plane, grabbing your carry-on and swinging your backpack over your shoulders. You smile at the few flight attendants on the way out and throw an extra thank you to the woman who gave you some extra cookies when she saw your flashcards.
The Vancouver airport is bustling, and you can’t help but feel the positive vibes radiating from the space. The entire airport is decorated for Christmas, and you’re reminded why it’s ranked one of the best airports in North America.
You make your way to the baggage claim, checking your phone to ensure you’re heading toward the right spot. You are, and while you’re walking, you pass all the cute little shops. You see a couple of little knickknacks, and you make a mental note to pick up something on your flight back. Now, however, you must focus.
The baggage claim area is pretty full, and you’re dodging people left and right. You’re unsure in the sea of people where Quinn might be hiding until you hear your name shouted from somewhere to your left. You turn your body, and there he is, waving a bit and standing with a small smile.
“Oh my god, is that Quinn Hughes?” You say in mock shock as you get within his earshot. “The newest captain of the Canucks and Vancouver's most precious gem?”
He rolls his eyes back as far as he can when you approach, but nonetheless, he pulls you in for a hug.
“Please stop.” He groans out as your part and takes your carry-on from you.
“Never.” You smile as he leads you out of the airport.
It takes mere minutes to get to the car, and you both catch up about whatever. It’s been months since you’ve seen Quinn, and whenever you’re with him, you’re reminded why he might be your favorite besides Ellen and Jim, of course.
As soon as you are settled into the passenger of Quinn’s car, he reaches back behind him and pulls out a small gift bag.
“Here, before I forget.”
You give him a questioning look, and he just gives you a slight smirk.
“Just open it. It’s more of a gift to everyone else.”
You squint your eyes a bit suspiciously but pull the tissue paper from the bag. As soon as you do, you see the familiar blue and white colors, and a laugh burst from your lips.
“Oh my god.” You shriek out, laughing, pulling the Canucks jersey from the bag.
You both immediately start laughing, and you can hardly contain yourself.
“Of course, you don’t have to wear it for the game.” Quinn says. “but he’s gonna flip if he sees you wearing it when they get here.”
You scan the Jersey and agree with the boy next to you. Your boyfriend is very possessive when it comes to jerseys, and he hates everything that isn’t red, black, or white and doesn’t have Hughes 86 plastered on the back.
“Oh, this is gold, Quinn.” You say, tucking the jersey back in as Quinn moves the car out of the lot.
“Ma and I thought so, too. She said it might humble him for the night.”
Speaking of humbling your boyfriend, you reach for your phone and go to text him back. You scan the many messages and roll your eyes at a few. Most of them are him just wanting attention, but the last one catches your eye.
we’re 2 hours behind ur flight. No fun or smiling before I get there
You read the text allowed to Quinn, who rolls his eyes at the statement, and you’re quick to shoot a response back, telling Jack that it’s too late and you’re having the best time ever.
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As soon as you step through Quinn’s front door, you hear a happy yell, and Ellen is pulling you in for a long-awaited hug. You practically melt as she squishes you, and the happiest of laughs exits her.
“Oh, my sweet girl, I’m so happy this worked out.” She says to you, pulling back just enough to look at your smiling face.
You look behind her as Jim is standing nearby, waiting his turn. You give Ellen one less squeeze and then turn to the original Hughes and give him a big hug.
“Hey, kiddo,” He says. “Glad you’re here.”
As soon as you say your hellos, you move to get your stuff settled into your room. As quickly as you can, you throw your stuff down and pull on the New Jersey, making your way back out to the kitchen.
As soon as you enter, Jim laughs, and Ellen raises her hands to her mouth.
“Oh, Jack is gonna hate it.” She turns to Quinn and laughs, using him to steady her.
“Oh, we know.” You say, high-fiving Quinn as you grab a cup of some water.
As soon as you get your water, you all settle into the living room, and questions are flying left and right. You talk about school, work, and whatever else comes to mind about the time you’ve spent away from them. They hang onto every word, and you can’t help but smile. You’ve always been close to Jack's family, but when the one-year mark passed, it’s like they fully accepted you as one of them. Now, almost two years in, Ellen and Jim treat you like the daughter they never had, and they tell you often how much more they like you than any of their sons. You always laugh, but you know deep down that you are special to them. And that fact alone makes you consider yourself one of the luckiest girls.
“They just landed,” Quinn announces. “Almost showtime.”
Ellen winks at you from her space on the couch, and you settle deeper into the comfortable space, counting down the seconds until your boyfriend walks through the door.
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About half an hour later, you hear loud commotion as the door swings open and Jack and Luke enter the building. It takes less than three seconds for Jack to yell.
“Where is she?”
You laugh at him and yell back from the living room. “I’m in here.”
In mere seconds, Jack is in the room, making a beeline toward you. It’s the first time you’ve seen him in a month, and you won’t lie; he looks pretty good.
You make your move and step off the couch, going to hug him, but he halts in his place a few feet away, giving you a once-over.
“Get that shit off you.”
As soon as that leaves his mouth, everyone busts out laughing, and Jack gives you a less-than-impressed look. You feel a bit bad, so you give him a small smile and lift the jersey off your frame, revealing a Devils t-shirt underneath.
As soon as you throw the jersey away, he takes two long strides and engulfs you in a hug. You thought that nothing could beat Ellen’s hug, but Jack's grip nearly breaks your back.
You pull away after a second and pry him off of you. You love him more than anything, but you’re not about to show massive amounts of PDA in front of his parents, who are sitting a few feet away.
He gets this because he lets you go and gives his parents and brother a quick greeting, then leads you away from the living room. Everyone allows it to happen, and you find yourself in the privacy of the bedroom.
“You’re funny, but you better have my jersey for tomorrow night.”
You let out a small laugh and cross the room again, linking your hand behind his head and pulling him closer to you. His hands find home on your waist, and his fingertips dip under your shirt a bit, gently squeezing.
“I promise, J,” you grin. “I’ll do my best to show support to the losing team.”
He releases a soft gasp and gives you a slight look of betrayal.
“Losing team?”
Your grin goes even wider. “Check that stats, bud. You’re in a bit of a losing streak.”
He narrows his eyes a bit, and with one quick motion, he grabs your frame and tosses you on the bed. He enters attack mode, lays his entire weight on you, and begins grabbing at your sides. You, of course, go into defense mode and fight to push him off. You fight for power for a minute before you pull your defining move. He gets close, too close, and you give him your best doe eyes. The second he catches your stare, he folds, and he puts himself at your mercy.
For the first time in a hot minute, you pull him to meet you; the second his lips are on you, you implode. It’s been too long, and there is nothing more comforting and familiar than the boy lying nearly on top of you. You kiss him for a minute, your lips molding perfectly together before you pull away, gently patting his face.
“I think your family would like to see you.”
You push him away again as he rolls his eyes.
“I see them enough.”
He goes back to try to kiss you, but you push him away, putting a finger to his lips and shaking your head.
“Come on.”
He lets out an annoyed huff and removes himself from the bed, pulling you up along with him. You make your way back to the family room and laugh yourself into the family events.
Soon, you’re all playing board games, and you find out very quickly reminded about how sore of a loser your boyfriend is. You play board games cards, and when it gets late enough in the night, you all make your way to the living room for a movie.
You watch something light-hearted, and you can’t help but feel bliss as you’re tucked into Jack's side, surrounded by the entirety of the Hughes family. It’s a nice moment, and it’s the times like this that have you thankful you’ve stuck with the boy at your side.
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Before the sun rises, Jack's alarm blares next to you, and you can only groan at the noise. Alarms are truly nothing but an escape from bliss, and you wish you could stay forever in this little bubble. You’re warm comfy, and you don’t mind the boy you’re cuddled next to.
But alas, he is a slave to hockey, and he presses a quick kiss to your lips and swings himself out of bed. You follow a few minutes later, moving at a sloth pace. Instead of getting fully ready, you make your way downstairs to where the smell of bacon is wafting through the house. You’re almost giddy as you see Ellen and Quinn making breakfast, and you get even happier when Ellen places a steaming mug of coffee in front of you.
“You’re an angel, thank you.”
She gives you a big smile and pours another cup for herself. As soon as you catch the time, you offer to take Quinn’s place with the cooking, to which he gladly accepts and runs off to shower and get ready for the big game.
As soon as all the Hughes boys are out of earshot, you get down to business.
“I’ll raise to fifty on the Devs.”
Jim scoffs at your bet. “I love ‘em, but I disagree. Offense has been a bit sloppy. I’ll raise to a hundred on the Nucks.”
You quirk your eyebrow, then turn to the Queen, who seems to be pondering.
“I’m sorry (Y/N), but I think I’m gonna say Nucks too.”
You let out a soft groan but hold your ground.
“Alright. Final bet is a hundred. Winner takes all.
You all shake hands, sealing the deal.
As if you weren’t up to gambling, you act as naturally as possible as the three boys enter the kitchen. Each one is clad in a suit, and it warms your heart to see them all together. They look adorable, and you can’t help but laugh when Ellen demands a picture. They oblige, but like every other photo they take, it slightly looks like they’re being held at gunpoint. But you win some, you lose some.
Eventually, you’re all fed, happy, and once another alarm goes off, you know it’s time. You say your goodbyes to the boys, wishing them the best of luck. You hug Quinn, do your secret handshake with Luke, and press a quick kiss to Jack's lips.
Once you finish, they say their goodbyes to their parents and make their way toward the door, but they don’t get far before Jack pulls you toward him one last time.
“You ready to watch me destroy Quinn?” He teases.
You roll your eyes, pushing him away with a laugh. Nonetheless, you give him one last peck, swat his ass, and yell one final encouragement as he heads out the door.
“Don’t embarrass me!”
He flips you the bird as he gets into Quinn’s vehicle, and you smile and give him one back as you head back into the house.
You sit back down to finish talking with the parents l, and time ticks by faster than you’d like. Soon enough, it’s time to get ready, and you throw on your devil's jersey. You say a little prayer and hope they all do good. Things like this don’t happen often, and you hope it’s simply a good game.
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You smiled as wide as you could as the three Hughes brothers posed for a couple of pictures. You could see the distaste on all their faces, but they did it anyway.
Once they do the appropriate media, the game begins, and you’re sitting on the edge of your seat. It’s a good game, no, a great game. Soon, the first period is almost over, but not before your boyfriend has to remind everyone who he is, and he scores a goal.
It’s known that the Hughes parents don’t show much emotion at the games, and even more so when it’s their sons playing on opposite teams. So you control yourself, but you don’t miss when Ellen squeezes your hand.
The game continues, and it’s a nail-biter. Each minute you watch, you get more and more tense. Maybe it’s because you’re just nervous, or perhaps it’s the fact you have a hundred bucks on the line. But either way, you pray the clock ticks faster.
It doesn’t, but once Luke scores, you can’t help but start to think that this might be the end of a losing streak. You laugh on the inside because, of course, all it takes is a little brother rivalry to get the Devils back into motion.
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When the clock hits zero, and the Devils win, you practically die in your seat. You’re so thrilled for Jack and Luke, but a small part of you is a bit depressed for Quinn. But you know, if anyone can handle a loss like this, it’s the eldest Hughes, so you’re not too worried. Instead, you focus on your boyfriend, who, even from the box, looks the happiest he’s been in a while. He was given the title of the first star of the game, and you absolutely love it when he’s like this. You know he’s going to be in one of those unstoppable moods. You love it, but he can be a cocky little shit, and you know he’s going to be almost insufferable. You’ll take it, though, and embrace every part of it.
A few minutes later, the area starts clearing, and you’re all getting ready to leave the box, but you almost forget what is happening when Jim slides you a crisp hundred-dollar bill and winks at you.
“Jack really pulls out the stops when you’re at a game.”
You let a blush creep onto your face as you take the bill. You’d be lying if you said that you felt bad. This isn’t the first game you’ve bet on against Jim, and it certainly won’t be the last.
“Alright, you two gamblers, let’s go see the boys, shall we?”
Ellen leads the three of you down to where you’ll see the men of the hour. You feel the happiest you’ve felt in a while as you follow behind them, and when you get close enough, you can hear your boyfriend laugh from a short distance. Your heart skips the noise, and as soon as he spots you from across the room, he moves as fast as lightning to get to you.
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A GUIDED HAND
WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet aftercare. 18+ readers only
PAIRING(S): Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: in which Quinn Hughes knows exactly how to take care of Fem!Reader after intense sex.
Y/N slowly opened her eyes. Everything was fuzzy and heavy, yet she felt that warm tingly all behind her eyes. It was a few moments before the aches and pains began seeping in. She was dimly aware of lying on her left side, but everything else was a hazy ache.
She groaned as more and more aches began to wake up with her. Her lips were tender when she tried to wet them with her tongue. A rush of sensations flooded in as she shifted. From her shoulders, to her back; there were far too many aches and dull pains to name all at once. It was difficult just attempting to move.
A soft voice said, "Good, you're awake."
Y/N's eyes cracked open as her mind struggled to understand why those words were important to her. The room was dimly lit from light streaming in from an open door in the distance. The door was only about half way open.
"Here, baby." Quinn said gently, something moving before her face. It was just a gray blob. "Open your mouth."
Y/N opened her lips, and something softly brushed between them.
"Sip. Slowly." He firmly instructed in a soft voice. She tried to sip, but found herself to be struggling. On her second attempt, something cool and wet came into her mouth. "Swish the water around in your mouth, then swallow."
With an effort, Y/N did so. Immediately, her mouth felt better with the blessed moisture. And when she swallowed, her throat burned at first, but that quickly passed.
His hand gently caressed over the side of her head, beyond her eyes and above her ear. "Good girl. Take a couple more sips, sweetheart."
Her world became about that blissful water. Soft sip, swallow, soft sip, swallow, soft sip. Her aches seemed to ease bit by bit as the soothing water permeated her. His hand lovingly caressed over the side of her head and cheek. His touch and the water she sipped made all the aches fade away. She was beginning to sink back into that fuzzy haze again when Quinn spoke again.
"Y/N," Quinn paused a moment before continuing in more stern tone. "You've been such a good girl for me, but you're sinking again. I need for you to stay with me. Can you do that?" The hand left her cheek and the straw was withdrawn. "Focus, baby."
She blinked several times, dragging her mind back from the brink of that wonderful place.
"Shit, I really wore you out, didn't I?" He mumbled, softly.
"Yes." She mumbled weakly, beginning to sit up.
"Sh, sweetheart. I didn't ask you to sit up, did I?" His hand pressed gently to her shoulder, preventing her from rising.
"No. I'm sorry, Quinny." She whispered.
"Hey, none of that. It's okay, you're okay. Look at me." He cooed soothingly, as she started to look around. He tilted her head up to look at him, his eyes looking down to meet her gaze with love and concern. "You did good, baby. So good. Always my perfect girl."
He gently slid his thumb across her mouth, and she looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Go ahead." Quinn said with a smile.
Eagerly, she started sucking on his thumb, her tongue sliding along the pad of his thumb as she suckled it. He watched as she came back to him, coming back to the surface.
His warm hand returned to the side of her face and head, soothing her with slow strokes. "That's my girl." He said with praise. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere. l've got you."
Finally, she looked up at him, letting his thumb fall from her mouth and she smiled at him. "Hi." She whispered, shyly.
"Hi, baby." He said and gently kissed her lips. Before her lips could form words, Quinn continued. "You've done so well. Beautifully and wonderfully well." His hand ran reverently over her hair. "I need for you to do something for me."
His hand left her hair and she felt his hand gently tug her hand ever so gently. "I need for you to stand up. Do you think you can do that?"
As if the words went right into her muscles and deepest core of her very being, Y/N rose to a sitting position, her legs going over the edge of her bed. With a deep breath, she slowly pushed herself to her feet. Standing on shaky legs, she straightened, eyes straight ahead. Suddenly, she realized that she was freezing. She could feel the cool air upon her skin.
"You're doing great, sweetheart." His soft hand cupped her cheek. "I know you're cold, but it will only be just for a second." He spoke sweetly, the usual gravel and bass in his voice fading with every word as his arm hooked underneath her and around her waist, pulling you 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, Quinn set the tap on the bath running, pouring in some of your 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.”
Quinn set her down with her backside pressed against the cool bathroom counter, the cool sensation helping her to regulate the way her skin was hot with pleasure. He grabbed her hairbrush, taking a few moments to brush through the knots that occurred as her head tossed against the pillows. Y/N was still breathing heavily as she let his delicate fingers make light work of brushing through the knotty strands. He smiled at her every time he caught her staring at him, enamored by the way his biceps flexed and his own breathing regulated.
Quinn went to put down the brush on the counter, his hands going to trace small circles on her lower back. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“Like I’m on cloud nine. Thank you for taking care of me.” Y/N softly smiled at him, her free hand pushing his hair out of his face as the other brushed it, cheekily using her leverage to pull him into a kiss and earning a satisfied chuckle from him against her lips as his hands moved upwards, nails grazing against her skin before resting either side of her neck, holding her into the kiss a little longer, leaving gentle pecks against each other’s lips as they pulled away from each other.
“I’ll always be here to take care of you. Are you ready to get you into the bath?”
Y/N nodded eagerly as Quinn gently helped you off the counter, arms wrapping around her again as he smothered her with a bear hug, a giggle falling from her lips as he finally let her go to check the temperature of the water, letting her use his shoulders as stabilization as she climbed into the tub.
“Are you staying?” Y/N asked sweetly, hands still pressed against his shoulders as she stood with her feet in the warm, bubbly water.
Quinn pressed his hands against her hips, biting the inside of his lip as he thought. “Do you want me to?”
Y/N nodded quickly, letting him step into the tub with her, pulling her down and into the water with him, her back pressed against his chest while his large hands scoop up the warm, bubbly water, letting it run down her shoulders and over her chest as he took her hands in his, interlacing their fingers as they sat in the water together blissfully. The ambient sounds of the water movement as well as his steady breathing helped bring her back down to earth.
He then released her hands and reached back to grab one of their many loofah's and Y/N's favorite peach body wash. He soaked the loofah in the warm tub water, then as he stood, put some body wash on it. She blushed as her boyfriend began to methodically wash her.
Starting at her neck, Quinn pulled up her hair up to wash around her neck and over the backs of her shoulders. He moved slowly, and gently. Y/N's eyes suddenly slid closed, as it felt too good.
Quinn chuckled softly. "Yeah, just relax and enjoy it, baby. You've definitely earned it."
The loofah worked between her breasts, below them, around and over. They were tender, though thankfully her nipples seemed to have checked out and didn't respond to the material going over them. She couldn't help but arch and push her chest out as it seemed he wanted to make sure they were extra clean.
Then it was time for her stomach, up and down her sides, and then she was told to turn. His hands were upon her as she turned, keeping her steady as she slowly turned. The washing of her back was rougher. With the many impacts of the last three hours, Y/N couldn't help but let out soft whimpers when particularly sensitive spots were bathed.
"You're doing absolutely amazing. Always so good for me." Quinn whispered as he worked.
With the warmth of the bathroom, her eyes closed as he worked over her skin. She swayed and he chuckled as he pushed a hand to her back to steady her. The loofah worked down her back, then along her ass.
"Some of these must be so sore." He mumbled to himself as he ran the lootah over her cheeks.
Thankfully, it only ached like rubbing a bruise, but it snapped Y/N fully awake. The loofah was rinsed in the warm water, re-soaped, and her ass and back of her thighs were washed again. He knelt down and bathed the rest of her thighs, and all the way to her feet.
Standing with his arms coming around her, he had a bar of lavender scented soap in his hands, and gently lathered his left fingers and palm. "One last detail, sweetheart."
Quinn carefully lathered around her sex, and then opened her outer lips to lightly wash there with the remainder of soap on his fingers. Reaching to the side of the tub, he pulled up the tub hose, ran it a moment into the water below, tested it with his left hand, and rinsed Y/N from neck downward. Again, he opened her outer lips to make sure he got all the soap. Once sure she was rinsed in the warm water, Quinn replaced the nuzzle into its respectful place.
Leaning in close behind Y/N with his chest pressing gently into her back, Quinn whispered into her left ear, "Sit back towards me again, between my legs."
In an instant, he had his arms wrapped around her shoulders, while pressing butterfly kissing to her temples, neck, and shoulder.
"Are you doing okay?" He asked, softly.
"Yes." She whispered, starting to turn her head towards him. "I'm just a bit tired. I really like it when you're rough in bed." She blushed, shyly.
"Do you now?" He had a smug, proud look on his face, teasing her with no remorse.
"Quinn." She whined, settling herself against him.
He chuckled breathily, grabbing her by the jaw to place small kisses wherever he could to the side of her face. Once he felt it was enough, he decided to end it with a small bite to her cheek. "I'm happy you enjoyed it."
"Gross." She groaned, feigning disgust and wiping her cheek with her hand.
"I literally spit in your mouth an hour ago, Y/N." Quinn said, confusion written all over his face.
"Shut up." She retorted, her cheeks absolutely blazing.
The two sat in the tub for a while, just relaxing and relishing each other's company. Time became meaningless as Y/N laid there. The warm water just up to her nipples, the wonderful mixture of peach and vanilla, the loving arms and legs of Quinn wrapped around her, and the occasional squeeze of the arms about her.
"I hate to do this, baby." Quinn whispered into her left ear. "But it's time to get up. The water is starting to cool."
Aftercare with Quinn was always one of her favorites. He took such good care of her; whispered loving words, held her close, tended to any and all of her needs, whether it was that she was feeling cold, hungry, or just needed to cuddle. Whatever it was, he gave it to her. He was ready to give her the moon and the stars from the sky had it been in his power to do so.
And, of course, Y/N didn’t have anything against the events leading to the aftercare, quite the contrary, even if it meant a dull ache between her legs, some bruises on her hips and a few hickeys along her neck and collarbones, like now. Quinn’s eyes moved past the bruises and he smiled apologetically as he handed her a warm towel.
She watched him with warm eyes. “It’s fine, really.”
“I’ll be more careful next time.” Quinn said while he gave her another kiss on the forehead. “When you’re ready, there’s pajamas waiting for you on the bed. I’ll go prepare the ice cream.”
“Chocolate ice cream?” Y/N asked hopefully, slowly massaging the soft towel against her wet hair.
He winked at her with a grin. “As always.”
Moments later, Y/N was dressed in the comfortable pajamas, wrapped inside of a blanket and sitting snugly between Quinn’s legs, resting against his chest and holding a bowl of ice cream in her hands. One of his hands was running through her hair while the other one was fiddling with the remote control as he surfed through Netflix in search of her favorite show.
“Ah, there, the second row!” Y/N said suddenly and pointed at the TV excitedly. He let out a knowing sound and kissed the back of her head.
“I almost missed it.” Quinn said quietly and pressed play, allowing the sitcom to start. He put the remote down and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin against the top of her head slightly.
“I love you so much.” He whispered, tightening his arms a little but loosening them again when she laughed and said that it was difficult to eat. He smiled to himself and let his eyes slowly move from her ice cream bowl to the TV. “Is there anything else you’d like, baby?”
Y/N placed the bowl on her lap and wiped the corners of her mouth, pondering for barely a second. “One thing would be nice.” She said as she lifted her head so that she was looking up at Quinn. He raised his eyebrows, eyes soft with love and lips in a small smile. She grinned and placed a hand on his cheek. “A kiss, please.”
“Your wish is my command.” He said with a chuckle, leaning down to kiss her sweetly on the lips, teasing them with his tongue only enough to get a slight taste of the chocolate ice cream.
After that came another kiss until they were both wrapped inside of the cozy blanket, Y/N sitting comfortably on his lap with his arms around her, his hands caressing her side and leg as the sitcom played in the background with a quiet volume.
Y/N was barely aware of his movements as she laid there floating in a lightless, soundless void, feeling spent and blissful. She remembered something about a warm, soft bed with thick, heavenly pillows for under her head, and a comforter that could not have been anymore lovely than if it were sent by God.
She faintly recalled feeling Quinn’s warm body behind her, an arm draped over her waist and words that made her grin happily as darkness overtook her. "Love you, sweetheart."
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🌷 [ surprise ] with quinn!! maybe angst with happy ending ?
౨ৎ arguments on the dock and nosey brothers
°. — pairings ( Quinn Hughes x female! Reader )
°. — summary ( Jack can’t keep his mouth shut, causing an argument between his brother and his girlfriend )
°. — details ( g; angst, fluff. w; slight cursing, I think that’s all. wc; 1.5k )
﹕─┈ prompt ~ a sudden kiss to catch there partner off guard
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You didn't wait to hear Quinn's answer as you walked out of the kitchen and out through the back door that led to the backyard and lake. You slipped your bare feet into what you assumed was Luke's slide Ons and quickly made your way down the steps and onto the dock. You let out a heavy side and brought your trembling hands up to your eyes, rubbing them as your mind tried to process the new news.
“Thanks’ a lot Jack” Quinn hissed at his younger brother who couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut, shaking his head in annoyance and leaving the kitchen to quickly follow after you. Both of the brothers flinch when they hear Quinn slam the back door. Jack’s shoulders sank and he turned to look at Luke who was already giving him a disappointing shake of the head. “How was I supposed to know he didn't tell her yet?”
“I don't know. Maybe the fact that Quinn told us to keep it to ourselves because he was still trying to figure things out?” Luke retorted sassily as he put his bowl in the sink before leaving the kitchen to go play some darts downstairs. Jack groans and rests his head on the cold island counter, he feels terrible. His heart had sunk when he saw the look of hurt on your face when he said those words. Jack whispers to himself “Good luck Quinn”
Quinn slowly made his way down the wooden steps that led to the dock, he could see you standing in the middle of the dock, your body stiff as you stared out at the water. Quinn knew you knew he was there, the sound of the wood creaking under his weight as he walked onto the dock . . . but you refused to take your eyes off the water.
“I know you're upset, and you have every right to be . . . but please just hear me out, '' Quinn spoke softly as he moved to rest his hand on your arm only to let out a sigh as you moved out of the way from his touch. You keep your eyes on the water, hoping that it would help calm you down as you whisper, “When did you find out?”
“Two weeks ago,” Quinn whispered regrettably, his eyes down at the water. You scoff bitterly and bring your hand up to wipe at your eyes, hoping that your tears of frustration wouldn't fall. You finally turn to face him, your arms folded over your chest. Quinn looks at you and he feels his heart sink at the look of hurt on your face and the tears in your eyes, but that was nowhere as painful as hearing the hurt in your voice as you spoke loudly.
“You're right, I do have every right to be upset. You found out two weeks ago, two weeks you have known that you wouldn't be with me for our anniversary . . . two weeks you have listened to me gush about planning our trip . . . our trip that you knew was never going to happen.”
“Why didn't you tell me Quinn? . . . i would have understood'' you whispered, and you would have. You know you would have but finding out he kept it a secret for so long hurt. You never wanted to get in the way of his career, his dream, knowing how important it was to him . . . but you were important too. A single tear slides down your cheek as Jack's words echo in your head.
“It's a great opportunity, it's just a shame he's going to miss your guy's big day” Jack says after he swallowed his last bite of the wonderful dinner you had made for your boyfriend and his brothers. You paused your movement on rinsing your dish and turned around to jack with a look of confusion “Big day?”
“Yeah, your guys' anniversary? He's gonna be gone for like two weeks” Jack shrugged, and your heart dropped at the new information. You turned your gaze to your boyfriend who was giving Jack a heated glare while Luke looked between the couple awkwardly. You looked into your boyfriend's eyes as you asked, “Is that true?”
“Baby i promise it's not like that i was ⸺” Quinn started as he tried to explain it to you, but you couldn't help but cut him off.
“What is it like huh? When were you going to tell me? ⸺ if you were ever going to tell me at all. Where you going to tell me the day before or where you going to let me wake up alone to find out myself that you were on the other side of the fucking country!” You shouted as you threw your hands in the air in anger. Both Luke and Jack wincing inside of the house as they look out the window to spy on the two of you.
“Don't be dramatic you know i would never do that to you” Quinn shook his head as he took a step towards you, his heart hurting that you would even think he would do that to you. But he knew you were just upset, that you really didn't mean your words and all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms.
“Well i used to also think we didn't keep secrets from each other, clearly i was wrong” you snapped as you fully turned to face away from him and moved to sit on one of the wooden chairs. You close your eyes and let out a heavy breath, resting your elbows on your knees and your face in your hands. You hated arguments with quinn, they rarely happened ⸺ but when they did it was emotionally draining.
Quinn frowns and moves to get on one knee in front of you, his hands softly rubbing your arms, knowing that it helps calm you down. “I would have told you quinn . . . i wouldn't have kept it a secret” you whispered sadly as you lifted your head out of your hands, locking eyes with quinn who looked at you with regret in his eyes. “I know baby i know you would and I'm so sorry.”
“I’m not going to tell you not to go, I know this is important for you and I won't hold you back . . . I'm just sorry you felt like you couldn't tell m⸺” you abruptly stop talking when you feel quinn holding your face and his lips on yours, interrupting you and catching you off guard. Your eyes fluttered close and you felt yourself melt into the kiss, pouring all of your emotion into the kiss.
Quinn reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, his gently hold on your face not wavering as he whispered breathlessly “You are more important to me, you will always be more important to me . . . i didn't say anything because i wanted to make sure you could come with me.”
Your eyes fluttered open at his revelation and you lean back a little, Quinns hands falling to rest in your lap and taking your hands into his as he looks at you with nothing but love “I know it's not the anniversary you wanted . . . but we would be together, and Elias has been helping me plan it. I was going to tell you i swear, i was just waiting on the confirmation that we can stay in the honeymoon suite at the hotel we would be in.”
“Really?” You whispered as tears reformed in your eyes, this time not of frustration ⸺ but of a strong emotion of love and guilt. Quinn was quick to wipe your fallen tears, giving you a small smile as he whispered “Don't cry baby, I'm not upset it's okay.”
“The things i said i⸺”
“You didn't mean them, you were upset and hurt” Quinn cut you off as he caressed your cheeks before leaning forward to place a soft kiss on your nose, a smile forming on his lips at the adorable nose scrunch you do.
“I’m sorry” you sniffled as you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's shoulders in a hug, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. Quinn chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. His knees were starting to hurt, but you were more important than the fleeting pain. Quinn kissed your forehead before saying “I’m sorry too.”
The couple both close their eyes, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms after the emotional rollercoaster they just were on. The only thing they could hear was each other's heartbeat and the sound of the water that was around them. It was perfect and peaceful until you heard Jack yelling from the porch “Since you guys are okay, does that mean you forgive me too?!”
“I’m gonna fucking kill him” Quinn groans as he hides his face in your neck, breathing in your scent to calm himself down. He was in fact annoyed with his brother, this wouldn't have happened, and he would have been able to tell you about the news in a much better way . . . technically jack’s the reason why you cried, and Quinn was sure to use that against him. You giggle and open your eyes, looking out at the water and the beautiful sunset “I’m sure it would be easy to convince Luke to help us.”
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[1.8k] when both hughes brothers think the pretty girl at the bar is way too out of quinn's league, not realising she is very much his girlfriend they were about to meet.
not totally convinced i like this but it's the first quinn piece so who knows
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“There’s no fucking way, dude.”
“Mhm.”
“She’s out of your league, just drop it.”
“I don’t know, I think I could pull it off.”
Jack raised his brows at his older brother, examining his face like he was trying to work out if he was being serious or not. However, when Quinn showed no signs of joking around—not even a hint of a smile—the boy was inclined to snort and shake his head. Luke, sitting on the other side of his oldest brother, could only join in.
“I love you, but you’re fucking delusional,” Luke told him before his eyes glanced back over to where you were sat at the bar. “Not to be funny, dude, but she looks like she’d walk all over you.”
Quinn just lifted his bottle of beer to his lips, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to break out.
With the chaos of the hockey season and the summer months spent at the lake house, it was rare for his brothers to find a chance to come up to Vancouver. They flew up just as often as he came down to Jersey, which wasn’t enough by any of their likings but it was the unfortunate way things worked.
Unless they were playing a game—like they were in a few days.
With no games or pre-planned duties beforehand, it was easy for Jack and Luke to come up a little earlier than the rest of the team to spend a few days with Quinn. And he was glad to have them up in Vancouver.
Sometimes, it was hard not to feel a little isolated during the season when both his brothers played for the same team and he was left by himself. He wouldn’t change playing for the Canucks, and he adored his team. But he also adored his brothers and maybe, just sometimes, he missed having them be the biggest pain in his ass. Only every once in a while though, not that he would ever admit that to their faces.
But the distance between them and the chaos of the hockey season meant that sometimes it was hard to keep up to date with each other’s lives beyond the messages and odd phone calls they could slip in here or there.
And, to his brothers’ defence, he probably should have told them about you before they arrived in Vancouver.
But the thing between you and Quinn started as a small experiment, no real labels and just a lot of fucking chemistry that both of you were willing to explore during the pre-season training. It didn’t seem like a big deal, or something worth telling his brothers about.
Yet, the weeks went on and the relationship between you two grew stronger and, yeah, it took him a little bit longer than he cared to admit to grow the balls to ask you out. But he got to call you his now so he wasn’t all that bothered with the details.
But you being his girlfriend should have been a detail he shared with his brothers, along with the fact the night out to grab a drink at the local bar near his apartment wasn’t just a random decision but an opportunity to introduce you to them.
And that really was the plan.
However the second they walked into the bar, Jack and Luke had nabbed a table and didn’t give Quinn a chance to explain himself as they waited for his ‘friend’ to show up (not that Quinn used that word, once again, his brothers were just idiots who made assumptions). And Quinn was left staring helplessly at where you sat at the bar, sipping your drink as you probably waited for them to arrive.
And just when Quinn was about to open his mouth again, his brothers picked up on his staring at the pretty girl by the bar and did what brothers do best—rip the absolute shit out of Quinn for thinking he even had a chance.
And Quinn did what oldest brothers do best—he let them continue to embarrass themselves before he proved them both wrong after he had his fun with the situation.
“Let’s make a bet,” Quinn said casually, knowing full well he was about to exploit the competitiveness that ran through all three of them.
Jack’s eyes glimmered in interest. “Go on.”
“I get her number and you both have to give me a hundred bucks,” he said as he glanced between his two brothers.
Luke’s brows furrowed together. “And if she rejects you?”
“I’ll give you both two hundred each,” Quinn stated. “And you get bragging rights that you were correct.”
“Deal,” Jack said without even thinking twice.
“Wait, wait,” Luke quickly spoke up, giving the boy an exasperated look before turning back to Quinn. “You can’t tell her anything about the bet though, that’s cheating.”
Quinn raised his brows. “You don’t think I’m a good sport?”
Luke just shrugged. “Just covering all our bases.”
“Now, go on and embarrass yourself!” Jack grinned as he slapped his older brother on the back in a faux comforting gesture. “We will totally not be recording you from way back here.”
Quinn rolled his eyes. “You’re on.”
The oldest Hughes said nothing more as he chugged the last dregs of his beer before stepping away from the table. His lips were pressed together to try and repress his grin as he walked away from his brothers and towards your spot at the bar.
Something in his chest eased a little as he closed the distance between you, his fingers itching to just reach out and hold you close after barely seeing you over the last two days since his brothers arrived. The messages were not enough, not when he was selfish and spoiled having you around him almost every day since the spark between you two started.
“Hello, gorgeous.”
Your head snapped around at the familiar voice, and instantly a smile broke out on your face when you saw your boyfriend sliding into the spot beside you.
His fingers skimmed along the small of your back, the touch small and subtle before his warm palm was pressed against you. It was a comfort you grew to enjoy around Quinn, the fact he always needed to be touching you in some way, shape or form—even if he didn’t realise he was doing. Whether it was his knuckles skimming down your arm, or a hand resting on your ankle when you threw your feet on his lap during movie night, Quinn Hughes always liked the comfort of knowing you were there with him.
And after two days of not seeing you, the palm on the small of your back was almost like a reassurance you were actually sitting next to him and you were not running off again any time soon.
“Hey, baby,” you grinned as you turned on your stool, spreading your legs slightly so the boy could easily stand between them. “Where’s your brothers?”
“They grabbed a table by the back,” he said, his fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt as it rode up slightly, exposing a small slit of skin along your back just above the waistband of your jeans. “You excited to meet them?”
“So excited I almost threw up on the way here,” you told him with a sheepish smile.
“They’re gonna love you,” Quinn reassured you.
“Aren’t you meant to be better at giving pep talks?” You murmured as your hand itched to reach for his, to intertwine your fingers and hold onto him.
“Nah, that’s the captain’s job,” he murmured with a small grin before he nodded vaguely towards the table his brothers were at. “C’mon, gorgeous, you know I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
“My knight in shining armour,” you deadpanned before straightening your spine. “Okay, let’s do this.”
“You ready?” He asked, his brows raised slightly.
“Absolutely not,” you breathed out with a shaky smile. “But that’s what the two margaritas I had before you got here were for.”
Quinn’s lips twitched upwards as he lifted his hand from your back, raising it to gently hold your face in both his palms instead. “It’ll be fine, baby, I promise.”
You leaned in before you overthought it, enjoying the first kiss you were able to get from him after over forty-eight hours of nothing. You sunk into his embrace, your fingers looped into the belt hoops of his jeans as you tugged him closer, a needy noise sounding from the back of your throat that had him smiling against your lips.
“Easy, tiger,” he murmured, his nose playfully nudging yours.
“It was for confidence,” you said shamelessly as you pulled back, an innocent expression on his face.
Quinn huffed out a laugh. “Sure.”
The defenceman let you intertwine your hands together before he began to lead you through the bustling crowd at the bar, his hand squeezing yours to reassure you were behind him. But, his attention was momentarily drawn away from you as he noticed his brothers’ table a few feet away—and more importantly, the absolutely gobsmacked and baffled expressions both his younger brothers were wearing.
Their jaws were hitting the table by the time Quinn stood on the other side, pulling you forward until his arm was wound around your waist to hold you close to his side.
“Guys, meet my girlfriend.”
Luke blinked, his face absolutely blank.
However, Jack’s reaction was a lot more animated.
“Girlfriend?!” Jack spluttered out before shaking his head, a noise mixed between a scoff and a laugh leaving his lips as he pointed between the two of you. “This is cheating! You were in cahoots!”
Your brows furrowed together in confusion. “Cahoots?”
“Cahoots!” Jack repeated passionately.
Quinn only shrugged, glancing at you before he glanced back towards his brothers. “Say what you want but I’m pretty sure I won the bet.”
“The bet?” You questioned.
“They didn’t think you were in my league,” Quinn mused, a glint of mischief in his eyes that told you more than enough. It took mere seconds to put together what the boy had just pulled off, and you could only snort in response.
“You’re evil,” you murmured with a shake of your head.
“I agree with your girlfriend!” Jack huffed out as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Quinn rolled his eyes. “Stop being dramatic, Rowdy.”
“You’re a cheat!” Jack shot back.
“Luke doesn’t seem to think so,” Quinn retorted, and all eyes turned to the youngest Hughes who looked up from his phone, a blush painted across his cheeks.
“Oh no, I think you’re a dirty cheat,” he said, his lips pressed together. “I was just messaging the family group chat so we don’t have to pay.”
Quinn’s eyes narrowed. “Dick.”
“Be nice,” you playfully scolded with a shake of your head. “You were the one that tricked them.”
“Their fault for being stupid enough to fall for it,” Quinn shrugged.
“You never told us you had a girlfriend!”
“All I’m hearing is excuses.”
“That’s it, I’m calling mom.”
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Quinn Hughes x equipment manager reader smut? Maybe it’s the start of the season so the reader is helping him get all his gear fitted and situated and she’s calling him “cap” and “captain” and he ends up feeling some type of way 😈
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♡ ─ word count | 1.8k
♡ ─ warnings | unedited (when is it?) unprotected sex (tap it before u tap it kids), p in v, pretty fluffy, cute quinn, lmk if i missed anything
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♡ ─ ev's notes | sorry for the late answer, nonnie, but i hope you enjoyed!!!!
You and Quinn had always had some kind of tension between you. You could never place on why, but you sure had an idea.
You were very attracted him, and everyone could tell. I mean, who could blame you? He was so gorgeous and not only that, he was so nice to you. Despite the unspoken tension, Quinn always treated you with a warmth that left you wondering if he felt something too. Your interactions were laced with a playful teasing, leaving you both excited and frustrated. It was a delicate dance, a push and pull that kept you on the edge of anticipation. As time went on, you couldn't help but wonder if your he had felt it too.
As the season kicks off, you find yourself spending more time with Quinn, helping him get all his gear fitted and anything else the team needed. You stand beside him, both focused on the task at hand. The scent of freshly worn sports equipment hangs in the air as you adjust the straps and fastenings. The process is weirdly intimate, each adjustment bringing you closer in proximity. Quinn's easy-going demeanor remains intact as you help him.
The strong scent of freshly polished leather and the distant echoes of the team gearing up in the locker room as Quinn smiles, appreciation evident in the way he smiles.
Quinn glances over at you, a playful glint in his eye. "Thanks for the help. I swear, I never get these straps right on my own. You're the best."
You blush at the praise as your lips curve into a smile, your fingers deftly adjusting the last buckle. "No problem, Quinn. Consider it my secret talent, master of the gear fittings."
He grins, flexing his fingers in the newly adjusted gloves. "Well, I appreciate your expertise, Y/N." Your name rolled off his tongue slowly and you both made eye contact. He was smiling as he gazed back you and you could feel yourself get red, you immediately break the eye contact.
Comfortable silence fills the room as you start gathering everything back where it's supposed to go. Quinn clears his throat and continues, "So, any predictions for this season?" he asks, his eyes scanning the room as if sizing up the competition.
You look up at him as you picked up something from the floor, responding. "I'm feeling optimistic. And with you as the captain, I think we're in for the best season we've had for a while."
Quinn's grin widens at your words, and a subtle pride glows in his eyes. "Well, I'll do my best to lead us to victory. But it's not just about me; it's about the whole team working together."
You knew he was just trying to be humble, but you knew he was proud. "Okay Mr. Modest, you know you're the shit, right?"
Quinn's laughter fills the room, a warm sound that eases any lingering tension. "Well, someone's got to keep my ego in check. Wouldn't want my head to get too big."
You join in his laughter, enjoying the easy banter. As the last piece of equipment finds its place, you catch Quinn's eye again. The shared moment of amusement lingers, and you can sense a shift in the air – a subtle acknowledgment of the tension between you.
The two of you stand in the quiet locker room, surrounded by the tangible energy of anticipation for the upcoming season. Quinn leans against a locker, still smiling. "You know, I may not say it as much as I would want, but I appreciate your help. We all do, without you, we wouldn't know how to do anything."
Quinn chuckles, and the locker room seems to shrink into an intimate space shared between just the two of you. "Maybe not completely helpless, but you make it a lot smoother for all of us. It's like having a secret weapon on our side."
You roll your eyes playfully. "A secret weapon, huh? I think you're exaggerating a bit."
He pushes himself off the locker, closing the distance between you. "Not at all. You have a way of making even the most mundane tasks enjoyable. It's a talent, not anyone can do that."
The air becomes charged with a different kind of tension, one that's laced with unspoken feelings. Quinn's compliment goes beyond the teasing, and you feel a warmth spreading through you. The playful dynamic shifts into a more genuine connection, and you find yourself caught in the intensity of his gaze.
"Thanks, Cap," you respond, the nickname slipping out naturally.
Quinn's eyes hold yours, and there's a flicker of something in his expression. "Cap, huh? I like the sound of that."
You raise an eyebrow, teasing. "Oh, now you're asking for it. Captain Quinn, our fearless leader."
He laughs again, but this time there's a subtle hint of desire in his smile. "You know, I may have underestimated the power of a good nickname. It suits you."
Quinn's laughter fades, and a charged silence lingers between you. The air seems thick with anticipation, and you notice a shift in Quinn's demeanor. There's a subtle intensity in his gaze, a desire that mirrors your own.
His eyes, now filled with a hint of desire, lock onto yours. "You're more than just a manager, Y/N. There's something about you that makes everything... interesting."
You can feel your heart beating faster as the unspoken connection between you intensifies. The nickname hangs in the air, a symbol of the closeness you've built. Quinn's smile turns more intimate, and the shift in dynamics becomes undeniable.
"Well, Captain Quinn," you say, your voice a whisper, "I've heard interesting is good."
Quinn's hand gently lifts your chin, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Very good, actually," he murmurs.
You reach up, fingers grazing the collar of his jersey, and Quinn's breath catches. The unspoken tension between you evolves into a something deeper. The tension becomes palpable, and in that charged moment, Quinn closes the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a deep kiss.
Quinn's hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer, and the world outside the locker room fades away. The connection you've felt, now manifesting physically, makes his touch right now south.
One of his hands go to cup your face, pulling you impossibly closer to him. The kiss is deep and passionate, just the way you'd imagined. He pulls away and you both breathe heavily.
"You're a good kisser, Captain." You tease quietly and it was like something in him clicked, he let out another exhale as his eyes turned into something more than just desire.
"Fuck, say that again." Quinn whispers back, his voice carrying desperation and need.
You didn't know he was into that and it took you aback to watch Quinn be so desperate. "Kiss me again, Captain."
He didn't hesitate, he pulled you in again and this time, the kiss was desperate and sloppy. He let out a hum in your kiss as he slowly walked you back into the locker, holding you against it. His hand moved up to hold your neck as he kissed you deeper, making you let out a whimper into the kiss.
He start grinding against you and you immediately felt his hard-on on top of your stomach. You didn't know it was that easy to rile him up, if only you'd known sooner. Quinn started kissing down your jaw as you let out a desperate moan.
"Shit, Quinn. Please," was all you could say. Your thoughts were beginning to fog up, you couldn't think straight.
"Please what, baby?" He mumbled against your neck as his hands move down to grip your waist. When you didn't answer, he let his hand go lower down in the place where you needed him the most. He cupped your covered cunt and you let out a moan, echoing throughout the locker room.
"Just fuck me, please." You whispered and you felt yourself become warm at the thought. He let out a chuckle before engulfing you in another bruising kiss, your whole body slamming against the locker once again. He
Your hands went to wrap around his shoulders as his hands went to take off your shorts, leaving you in your panties. "Jump," he mumbled against your lips and you did as you were told and he held you up with ease.
He pushed you harder against the locker as you moaned in his mouth, making him break the kiss. One of his hands unzipped his pants and quickly pulled out his hard cock. He moved your panties and slowly entered you. All you could do was grip his shoulders and moan as he thrusted himself right in you.
He stretched you out so perfectly, you swore you'd never felt this good your entire life. "Shit, Quinn."
"You feel so fucking good, baby. So good," he groaned as he finally bottomed you out. You felt so full, so good. His cock made you feel so dizzy, you were about to pass out.
He slowly started thrusting in and out of your soaking cunt, the sound echoing throughout the locker-room. You kept holding onto his shoulders for support as he fucked into you, letting out whimpers.
Quinn gripped your hips tightly as his speed increased with each thrust, your head fell back as he fucked into you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your walls clenched around him, sucking him deeper.
"Fuck, baby, keep doing that." He groaned in your ear and you could barely comprehend the words he was saying, all you could do was mumble an affirmation as he kept fucking into you. "Just like that, baby."
You felt that familar knot form in your stomach as he kept his ruthless pace, making your head spin. "So close, please don't stop!" You moaned out.
He placed wet kisses all over your neck as he mumbled against you, "Me too princess." His grip on your hips was unforgiving, you could feel the bruises coming in but you didn't care, it felt so good. "Fuck."
The knot kept getting tighter and tighter, you could barely keep up. Before you knew it, your orgasm hit you like a truck. "Fuck, Quinn!" Your body spasmed in his arms as he kept fucking you through it. You saw stars as it washed over you.
Soon, he was cumming into you too. You both just sat there for a few seconds, catching your breath. Quinn gazed at you and he couldn't help himself getting hard again at your fucked-out state. He let out a chuckle as he shook his head playfully, "Didn't know you were into me like that, until... that."
"Didn't know you had a weird "Cap" kink," you retorted teasingly as he laughed, laying his forehead against yours.
"Yeah, you and me both."
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three is plenty | qh43
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pairing: dad!quinnhughes x reader
summary: You and your husband Quinn decide to start your family.
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quinnhughes y/n and I are excited to announce that we will have another member joining the family in February!
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jackhughes O. M. G. I AM GONNA BE AN UNCLE?!
y/nhughes yes jack. your gonna be an uncle!
lukehughes I am in shock.
ellenhughes Congratulations to both of you! you are gonna be amazing parents!!
quinnhughes learned from the best ma!
canucksoffical Is it to early to order the nugget a jersey?
y/nhughes not at all!
trevorzegras quinn your old!
quinnhughes i don't like you!
eliaspetterson CONGRATULATIONS! I am so excited to meet my niece or nephew!
y/nhughes actually...
quinnhughes you mean god daughter or god son!
eliasptterson ARE U BEING SO FR RN?!?!
y/nhughes YES! pettie we love you, and couldn't imagine any one better for the job!
eliaspetterson I love you both so much!
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y/nhughes Excited to announce that on February 11th we welcomed Colton Jackson Hughes into the world!
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jackhughes colton JACKSON??? guys i'm sobbing
quinnhughes it was her idea...
y/nhughes its cute! and why not honor one of his uncles.
lukehughes I am so inlove alread, I can't wait to meet him in a few days.
ellenhughes so beyond proud and happy for you both! you guys did amazing!
quinnhughes thanks mom
eliaspetterson I AM ON THE WAY WITH DINNER AND TOYS
y/nhughes is it pasta? I really want pasta
eliaspetterson of course its pasta.
quinnhughes I love the both of you so much, you did amazing baby.
y/nhughes quinnnn we love you the most!
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quinnhughes My boy is so big now, miss when he was a baby.
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y/nhughes well I have some good news for you?
quinnhughes we can have another one?
y/nhughes there's already another on the way :)
quinnhughes ARE U SO SERIOUS
y/nhughes yes! we're having another baby!
quinnhughes I love you so much!
lukehughes He's so big!!
jackhughes future nhl star right there.
quinnhughes for sure.
lukehughes oh 100 percent he's gonna be better than all of us.
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y/nhughes introducing Reese Warren Hughes, and Stevie Elle Hughes!
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jackhughes TWINS?!?
trevorzegras @quinnhughes Twins??? you have magic jizz
quinnhughes I truly don't like you.
lukehughes GUYYYSSS you are the best.
quinnhughes love you bro, now this one was my idea.
jackhughes so lukes the favorite brother...
quinnhughes yes.
lukehughes yes.
y/nhughes yes.
trevorzegras yes.
ellenhughes they are to precious! I love you all so much!
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field of daisies
quinn hughes x reader, daisy's au
summary: the relationship between quinn and you after you find out you're pregnant
warnings: pregnancy, slow burn, crying, baby, baby shower, birth, hospital, doctors, hints at shitty parents (y/n's parents!), anxiety
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Sitting in a doctor’s office on a Thursday morning is not how you expected things to be going for you. The last month of your life had been a jumble of things. You hardly realized something was up with your body until yesterday. The paper clutched in your hand with test results. You had almost laughed in the face of the nurse practitioner when she asked you if you could possibly be pregnant. “No, I don’t think so.” You had told her. But she still asked for a test just in case.
“There’s options of course if you would like to explore those,” the doctor’s voice finally flooded your ears. “Thank you,” you abruptly said, grabbing your things and leaving the room. You were going to be sick. A baby? You couldn’t handle this. You weren’t even dating anyone, but you had the craziest idea to keep the baby. Leaving the office, you got to your car before the nerves finally bubbled over, throwing up on the pavement next to your car.
There was only one thought running through your mind: Quinn.
Quinn Hughes did not sleep around. It was not in his nature. But he had been so stressed with how the season was going he broke his rule. Finding you across the bar that night. The Canucks season had started horribly. That was the beginning of your relationship if you could even call it that. Quinn would call you anytime he was stressed, which was a lot for someone on a team that was losing almost every game in October. It was one night in particular that you could think this happened. Meeting him at the bar, one or two or five drinks, you couldn’t remember.
Surely the two of you had been sober enough to remember protection, or you remembered birth control or the morning-after pill. If you asked Quinn what happened that night, he would say that he went home with you and by the next morning, he was watching you collect your clothes from the ground of his bedroom. He never did find the condom wrapper. And you were late to work, not having time to stop by the pharmacy for a Plan B. The night had been forgotten until that moment.
Since then, you hadn’t seen Quinn. He had gotten too focused on his game. You weren’t exactly sure how to frame the news to him. You couldn’t just text him ‘I’m pregnant’. It didn’t feel right. Part of you wanted to never tell him and pray that you didn’t bump into him on the street with your kid in your arms. But that didn’t feel right either. Driving from the doctor’s office straight to his apartment, you didn’t even know if the security guard would let you in. Quinn played professional hockey, they weren’t just going to let some random girl into his apartment.
Halfway through your argument with the security guard, claiming you knew Quinn, he walked into the lobby. Eyebrows furrowed together, “(Y/N).” You were right, his apartment security guard did not let you pass the lobby, ignoring your argument that you knew Quinn Hughes. Quinn was returning home from practice and saw you there.
You thought that when you broke the news to Quinn, he would accuse you of lying or force a paternity test. “You sure?” he gulped after what seemed like forever. “Doctor confirmed it an hour ago. Listen, I’m going to keep the baby. If you want to be in my life and theirs, you can, but I’m not expecting money or anything if you don’t want to be. Your name won’t even have to be on the birth certificate,” you rambled.
“Can I just have a little to think?” he stuttered. You had never felt more alone than in the time Quinn took to think. It was a total of three days before you got a text from him, saying that he wanted to help you raise his kid. “We need to discuss things,” he started after meeting you for coffee. He looked like he hadn’t slept in three days. He also made sure you were not drinking coffee, saying that he learned that you could only have decaf when pregnant. “I was thinking that you should move in with me. I have the space. Two extra rooms, one for you and one for the baby. Financial support and whatever you need. Co-parents.”
You were hesitant at first, but you soon found yourself breaking your lease and moving in with Quinn Hughes. It was weird. Quinn and you barely knew one another on a personal level, but now you were living together, and there was a baby growing that was the product of the two of you. “Are we telling anyone?” you blurted from the couch before Quinn left for a road trip. “We probably should.”
Quinn had called his parents that night when he got to his hotel room. It was not a fun phone call. Scolding and questioning that was borderline an interrogation. He had never felt like he had disappointed his parents as much as he did at that moment. Your phone call with your family was worse, basically being disowned.
You weren’t sure if it was pregnancy hormones or what but you were calling Quinn that night in tears. “My parents just disowned me I think,” you sniffled over the phone. He felt bad, “Do you need me to come home? I can take a personal leave.” You shook your head, “No, I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Do you want to come home with me for Christmas?” he blurted.
So you did. You went to Michigan for the holidays. Meeting Quinn’s family was nerve-wracking. Luckily, his brothers, Jack and Luke, were there to break the tension. “At least he’s the oldest one of us, Mom. It could have been Luke,” Jack grinned.
Quinn and you had a serious sit-down conversation with his parents. When you were asked about your support system, you simply looked away before Quinn spoke up again, “I’m her support system, Mom.”
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Whenever Quinn was home from games, you were scheduling doctor’s appointments. He shyly knocked on your bedroom door one afternoon. He was returning from practice, a piece of paper in his hands. “I, uh, I asked some of the guys on the team for doctor suggestions. The wives gave me a bunch of different names of midwives and doulas. My mom also sent over some tea for the morning sickness,” Quinn stuttered. The two of you stayed in your room for hours, laughing as you two finally got to know one another. A sense of comfort fell over you.
The first doctor’s appointment Quinn got to attend was something you’d never forget. He had missed the first appointment where you got to hear the heartbeat. Quinn swore he would never hear such a beautiful sound as he did that day, hearing the heartbeat for the first time. The ultrasound technician looked at Quinn and you, a small chuckle leaving her lips as Quinn tried to hide his tears. “Are you two wanting to know if it’s a baby girl or boy?”
The extra room in Quinn’s apartment used to be his area to work out at home. Now it is painted a soft yellow color. Elias and Brock had come over to help paint as Quinn and you put together the crib. Your baby bump was growing each day, and Quinn was struggling not to kiss you every time he saw you. “Do you want her letters up on this wall or the other?” Brock asked, holding up the wooden letters that spelled out the name you had picked out. “Above the changing table,” you stated. “You heard the woman,” Quinn smiled at you. “I don’t know which one the changing table is,” Elias mumbled.
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The wives of the players on the Canucks were begging to throw you a baby shower. You were fine with the idea until it actually started. People were in the apartment everywhere, and you felt trapped. It had been decided that the guys would be able to attend the baby shower. “Bathroom break,” you smiled sweetly at Natalie Miller, handing her your cup of water. Quinn had been talking to Podz and Andrei when he saw you walking off.
The nursery was silent when you stepped in. A soft knock came on the door, and Quinn entered. “You okay?” he asked. “I’m overwhelmed,” you admitted on the verge of tears. “I can tell everyone to go,” Quinn frowned, “I don’t want you and Daisy upset.” Daisy. That was the name the two of you had picked out. “I just needed a breather.”
Quinn stayed with you until you were ready to rejoin the party. “Quinn, can you maybe just hold my hand for the rest of the party?” you asked, barely above a whisper. He nodded, holding his hand out for you to take. Your hands stayed intertwined for the rest of the party.
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By month six of your pregnancy, there was no longer awkwardness between Quinn and you. It was late April, and the Canucks were done for the season. Usually, Quinn would return home to Michigan for the summer, but with you pregnant, it was decided for him to stay with you in Vancouver. Quinn had learned a lot about you since you moved in. He had seen you at your worse, puking over the toilet or crying because you had to buy new clothes. You had learned about his family and his quirks.
The two of you were sitting on the couch, talking about the baby and the upcoming months. “Quinn!” you shouted in the middle of his sentence, sitting up. He panicked, sitting up and asking what was wrong. “She kicked! I swore I felt it!” you said excitedly. Quinn waited for a soft nod from you before he reached out his hand to place it on your baby bump. Once his hand relaxed against your bump, he waited for a minute or two. The smallest movement happened, making both of you smile and laugh. “That’s our baby,” Quinn mumbled.
The romantic relationship between the two of you had only grown over your pregnancy. It was confusing for both of you. Almost kissing in the kitchen but sleeping in separate rooms. Quinn was asleep when you padded into his room. “Quinn? Can I sleep with you? My body pillow isn’t helping tonight,” you whined out tiredly. Quinn nodded, moving over in his bed. You climbed in, immediately clinging to him. He didn’t realize that you were basically going to use him as a body pillow, your arms circling his neck as you finally found comfort. He wasn’t comfortable at all, but he was just happy that you were asleep.
A couple of weeks later, you were getting to the point where you couldn’t put your shoes on by yourself. You walked across the living room to Quinn, who was playing video games on the couch. “Your daughter is making me pee every ten minutes.” A smile broke out on his face, “Oh? Now she’s just my daughter?”
You groaned at his comment, walking off to the kitchen for a snack. “It takes two to make a baby sweetheart!” He called after you.
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Quinn brushed his hand through the hair sticking to your forehead. You had been in bed with Quinn again, using the excuse of needing comfort, when your water broke. “Sweetheart,” Quinn cooed softly. Quinn had gotten you to move to the couch before you plopped onto the couch in tears. “We have to get to the hospital soon,” he said. The baby bag was already in his hands.
“I’m scared Quinn.”
Your voice wobbled as you looked at Quinn through tears. “I know,” he kneeled in front of you, “I’m terrified too. But I promise I won’t let anything happen to either of you. You’re going to be an amazing mother. You did all those parenting classes and read all the books. Daisy is going to be so loved.”
You nodded along with his words, and Quinn was able to get you to the car. “Did you remember my slippers?” You mumbled as he drove. “Yes, they’re in the bag, along with all the bottles, outfits, rags, blankets, pacifiers, and gloves. Everything is there.”
It was a tiring couple of hours, but it was all worth it as your daughter was placed on your chest, wailing out. Quinn was wiping away the tear on your cheek as he cried too. “She’s beautiful,” you cried out to Quinn. “She is.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “I love you, Quinn.”
He didn’t know if it was the medication or the adrenaline that made you say that, but he didn’t care. “I love you too.”
A couple of days later, the two of you were returning home, a newborn baby girl in your arms. “Welcome home, Daisy,” Quinn whispered as the two of you sat on the couch, “you’re so loved.”
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wanna bet?
quinn hughes x fem!reader
summray: you make a bet with quinn, which of you will win?
wc: 2.9K
warnings: nsfw 18+ smut, unprotected sex, p in v (practice safe sex guys!), oral fem receiving, spitting, cussing, dirty talk. there's some plot but it's mostly smut.
an: OH BOYYYYYY... i'm a little nervous to post this... GULP. it's my first time writing smut, so hopefully you guys all enjoy!! it took me like 4 hours LOL! writing smut is hard guys... thank you to all of my smut writing warriors. ALSO i tried my hand at making a header for my work, i kinda like it?? i cant tell if i ate or not..LMFAO. anyways im done yapping. like and reblog if you like, as always much love as always.
happy reading <3
“We should make a bet.” I say to Quinn as we’re getting ready for a home game between the Canucks and Winnipeg Jets.
He looks at me confusingly as he finishes tying his tie in the mirror. “What kind of bet are we talking about?” he mutters back. “I don't know, something spicy and fun '' I say, as I make my way over to him to fix his crooked tie.
“Hm..i like the sound of that” quinn says, as he rests his hands on my waist pulling me closer to his body. I chuckle at his sudden change in interest, finally fixing his tie, I rake my eyes over his face.
“I have an idea,” I say as our eyes remain locked, “and what's that baby?” Quinn says, I can feel his gaze now locked on my lips.
“If you score tonight, i'll let you do whatever you want to me.'' I say, as I slowly trace my hands around his neck to play with his hair, leaning my body further into his. “if you don't score, i get to do whatever i want to you, but you can't touch.”
I can feel quinns breath hitch in his throat, as I press myself completely against his front, planting soft kisses down his neck and across his jaw. His hands moving from my waist, to my ass, griping is hard and pulling me even tighter against him.
Quinn tips his head down to try and connect our lips together, I quickly move my head to avoid his kiss. “How do those conditions sound?” I say, looking at quinns now flushed state.
“They sound really good, baby, they would sound even better if you'd let me kiss you.” he says, slowly moving our faces closer together.
I slowly shake my head no, as I pull myself apart from him. “ I have to finish getting ready, and so do you.” I say, while looking at a wide eyed, flustered quinn.
“You actually hate me, don't you?” Quinn says, looking at me, still wide eyed. “no i don't, i just like making you suffer.'' I grin back at him.
“So are we shaking on this?” Quinn says, finally collecting himself. Without a word I held my hand out to him, waiting for him to grasp it. Our eyes are locked, as Quinn pulls his arm forward, his hand finally finding mine, pulling it into a firm handshake. “you're on Hughes,” I said to him. “No you're on, I'm scoring tonight, just for you baby '' Quinn says grinning at me like a kid in a candy store.
I step forward and press a sweet kiss on his lips, pulling away before he has the chance to deepen it, “may the best man win” i say before turning away from him, to finish getting ready.
I'm nervous, not for the game, but for tonight. My nerves are getting the best of me as I sit in the stands waiting for the puck to drop. My eyes follow Quinn as they warm up on the ice.
I'm starting to think I'm a dumbass for even betting on this. Quinn is super competitive, he's not going to let me win, but damn do I want to win.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of my head, I settle in my seat, gaze locked on ice as the first whistle signaling the game has begun goes off.
This is going to be a long game, a long night, I think to myself.
The Canucks win in a shutout, 5-0. I couldn't be more proud of them as they skate off the ice. Most importantly I couldn't be more proud of myself for finally winning a bet against quinn.
They played an incredible game tonight, with 5 amazing goals, not none of those coming from quinn. I couldn't help but secretly be happy that he didn't score.
I leave the stands and make my way towards the locker room, waiting for Quinn to finish up with getting ready and press interviews. Around 45 minutes later, I see Quinn make his way towards me. I open my arms to him, grasping him in a hug, “good game baby” I say to him as he pulls away, whispering a small “thank you” in my direction.
We start to make our way to the parking lot, silence surrounds us, it starts to make me nervous. “Any updates on Thatcher?” I ask, who went to the locker room during the second period, with an injury. “We don't know too much right now, hopefully we get some updates tomorrow morning on his status.'' Quinn says as he throws his bags in the back seat of the car, before sliding over to open the passenger door for me.
“Hopefully he’s okay, I'm sure he is. He's a tough guy, keep me updated when you get any information." I say to Quinn, as he's pulling out of the parking lot. “I will.” he says shortly. I frown at his shortness, in the conversation.
“Are you okay?” i ask him quietly, “yeah, im okay.” he replies back quickly. Not wanting to push, I decided that's a good enough answer, keeping my gaze locked on my lap the whole way home.
The car comes to a stop, signaling that we made home. I quickly got out of the car, wanting to escape the tension that was starting to suffocate me. Unlocking the door quickly, speeding my way upstairs to the bathroom, not even looking back to see if Quinn was behind me.
Closing the bathroom door quickly, I take a deep breath to regain my thoughts. Is Quinn mad at me? Is he upset over Demko? Upset that I won the bet? Upset that he didn't score? I don't want him to be upset with me, especially over this, this was supposed to be hot and cute and now i feel like it's blown up in my face. A bet that I don't even care about at this point.
5 minutes later, after I've calmed myself down. I see Quinn on the edge of the bed, when I open the bathroom door. Taking another deep breath, I start to make my way across our bedroom to the closet. As I'm beginning to pass the bed where Quinn sits, I feel him grab my leg, pulling me back towards him.
My nerves are rising again. I'm now in between Quinn's legs, looking down at my feet as I wait for him to say something. I feel his hands run up my thighs, gripping them with a slight pressure. Trailing them higher on my body, over the Hughes jersey that covers my upper half. Quinns hands, finding their home on my waist, for the second time today.
“Baby, look at me,” Quinn says, gently but with authority. I slowly lift my head up to lock my eyes to his. “I think we have a bet to take care of.” he says to me, my brain doesn't even register what he just said to me, before i start speaking. “are you mad at me? I feel like you're mad at me. We don't have to do this, it's just a bet it doesn't really matter to me Quinn. I thought this was a good idea earlier but now i dont think it's a good idea. I know you're definitely mad at-”
I'm quickly cut off by the feeling of quinns lips on mine. Taking me by surprise it takes my body a few seconds to respond. Once I do, my hands are instantly finding his hair, as Quinn pulls me down so I'm now straddling his lap, our kiss getting more intense by the second.
I began to grind myself on his bulge that I felt growing beneath me. Quinn begins painting beneath me, his mouth opening enough for me to slide my tongue into his mouth, pulling myself into him. Our mouths began to fight for dominance. Our bodies move against each other at a faster rate. Quinns hands pushed my waist hard against his, causing me to moan into his mouth.
Quinn pulls back suddenly, causing me to wine more. “Does it look like I'm upset with you baby?” he asks me as he starts to suck on my neck leaving kisses in his wake, causing me to arch my back closer into his mouth. Pulling away from my neck, looking at each other as we’re both panting. “I was acting like a sore loser” quinns says while rubbing slow circles on my thigh, eyes still locked with mine. “I don't like losing, and I really don't like not being able to have my way with you, not being able to touch you.” he breathes out at me. I'm struggling to find my words while he's looking at me like that.
“Quinn. I don't care about this stupid bet anymore, I want you now." I don't even wait for him to respond to me before I'm crushing our lips back together. The kiss is hot, with need and want. Our teeth and tongues clashing together.
I find the will to pull myself off Quinn, now standing in front of him. Without saying anything, I began to peel off my clothes. Pulling off the jersey, leaving me in a black lacy bra, and my jeans. Quickly moving my hands to my jeans, unbuttoning them quickly, pulling them down with my underwear, kicking them off my feet. Reaching behind me and unclasping my bra. Leaving me completely bare in front of Quinn.
“I want you naked, now.” I say to Quinn, who moves in supersonic speed pulling off his clothes and throwing them somewhere behind me.
“Fuck baby.'' Quinn says as he's pulling me into him again. “You look so hot right now, all for me too.” tracing his hands down my bare sides, causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps in his wake.
Leaning forward he begins to press kisses against my stomach making his way down to my pussy, my breath begins to hitch, I'm afraid my legs are going to buckle beneath me. “Can I taste you baby? I want to taste your sweet pussy, haven't in so long.” he says, as he slowly pulls my thighs apart. I can't find it within me to stop him, I don't care about the bet anymore. I need him to do something. “Yes please” I told him. He doesn't need to be told twice.
Quinn quickly throws me down on the bed, my body making a small thud as it hits the bed. Quinn immediately pulled my thighs apart so he could rest between them.
I'm knocked out of my daze, as I feel Quinn start to press kisses on the inside of my thighs, my breath is beginning to quicken again. “Look at me baby” he says, as he lifts his head to reach my eyes.
I crane my neck to meet his gaze. Getting a good look at him, pupils blown with lust, his lips swollen and red, hair a mess, seeing him in this state turns me on even more.
“Please Quinn,” I yelled out to him, shifting my body closer to his face. I need something, anything. ‘So impatient” Quinn chuckles, as he leans in closer to my pussy, so close I can feel his breath fan on my folds, causing me to slowly moan. “Keep your eyes on mine or I will stop. Got it?” he roughly says to me, nodding my head yes quickly. “Words baby” he says, “yes, yes quinn” i say urgently.
Before I know it his face is diving into my cunt, his tongue instantly finding my clit, making arch my back into him. “Fuck” i say in a strangled moan, as my hands find their way to quinns hair, pushing his face deeper in my cunt.
His tongue is lapping me up like a grown man starving, his hands are pushing my legs so hard and so far apart it almost hurts, but I can't find it inside me to care. His pace began to quicken, pushing his tongue in and out of my cunt. “Who got you this wet baby?” he mumbles into my heart. “You! Fuck right there baby” i moan out, as quinn slowly pushes 2 fingers in.
The pressure is beginning to build in my stomach, between quinn fingering me and lapping and sucking on my clit is enough to push me over the edge. “Harder, faster, fuck quinn.'' I managed to push out, his actions now becoming faster and more aggressive than before.
Before I realize, my peak is coming. My hips grinding themselves on quinns face, desperate to cum. “That's it baby, there you go.” he says, as i begin to push myself on his fingers deep inside of me. Moving his thumb to now, rub my clit at a fast rate. “fuck quinn im coming” i push my head flat against the pillow as my body archs into him. “Fuck, don't stop. Quinn please don't stop, please please” i began to blubber out as i began to cum all over his fingers. Continuing to grind myself against him, taking anything that he’ll give me.
Quinns hands keep my thighs from closing shut and he removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue. Riding me through the last of my orgasm. My moans and pants are filling the room, my breath leaving my lungs as I finally come down from my orgasm.
Quinn slowly pulled his face away from my heat. “That was the hottest thing, ive never seen, fuck” he says before making his way on top of me, his lips finding mine.
Wrapping my arms around his neck pulling his chest to mine. Our bodies rocking together, “quinn” i say breathless, as his tongue is attacking my neck, moving his mouth lower down my body. Grasping my left nipple in his mouth, gently biting it, then releasing it into his mouth, wrapping his hot tongue around it. The action causes me to moan loudly, pushing my already close body even closer, if that's even possible.
As good as his assault on my boobs feels, I need him inside of me now. “Quinn” I say firmer this time. Pulling his face to mine, “ i need you to fuck me now, please now” i say panting in his face.
That seems to flip a switch inside of quinn, he's quickly lining up his cock, with my entrance, slowly pushing himself into me. Quinn goes as he fully enters me, our eyes locking for a quick moment before I lift my head to bring myself to his lips. This kiss is different from the others, love and passion filled, a kiss that isn't rushed. “Can I move baby?” quinn asks from above me, “yes please fuck me” i pant back into his mouth, bringing our lips back together again.
Quinns hips quickly snapping against mine, pulling out fullying before pushing himself back into me. The quick motion caused the both of us to moan loudly, “harder” I moan out to him. “You want me to fuck you harder baby?” Quinn says back to me. To answer his question I push my hips up to meet his thrusts, quinn moves one of his hands from my waist to my right leg, and pushes it above his shoulder. the new angle, hitting a depth i didn't know was even possible. Fucking me at a pace so good, that i didnt want him to stop.
The sound of groans, moans and our skin meeting and slapping together fills our room, our bodies slick with sweat. My eyes flutter open meeting quinns eyes, as he fucks me so deep and so good, my mouth is hung open but no words are coming out.
Grabbing my jaws he leans down and spits into my mouth “swallow” he orders, his eyes still locked with mine. I do as he says, swallowing every last bit.
“Fuck you’re so hot” quinn moans at me, as he continues to fuck me. “More more '' I moan loudly at him, Quinn then pushes both of my legs on his shoulders. Fucking me so deep i can feel him in my stomach.
“Im gonna cum, baby” Quinn breathes in my ear, his face dropping to my neck as he picks up his pace. I feel the familiar burn build up in my stomach again. “Don't stop, im almost there please dont stop” i wine at him urging him to go even faster.
Grabbing our headboard, using more strength to push himself harder into me. One singular snap of his hips causes me to cum. “Quinn quinn, im coming fuck fuck fuck” i moan loudly. “come for me baby fuck” quinn says as he continues to fuck me though my orgasm.
“Im cumming” he sputters out, his lips finding mine. Our bodies move together as we’re coming down from our highs.
My legs slowly come down from his shoulders, Quinn slowly pulling out of me, wincing as he does. Collapsing beside me, our chests falling and rising together, pants fill the room still. I turn my body to his hand tracing his chest and neck. Pushing his hair that's fallen in his face back. Quinns arms circled around my waist pulling me closer to him.
“So much for the bet huh?” he says while laughing, pulling me in for another kiss.
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When You Know You Know — Quinn Hughes
Summary; In which you, Quinn and your loved ones recount the early days of your relationship
Content Warning: wedding ceremony inaccuracies, fluff
You laughed into your palms as Jack took the microphone and grinned sheepishly, “Hey guys! I’m Jack, the cooler of Quinn’s brothers.” You turned to your husband, “How bad are we expecting this to turn out?” Quinn laughed, “Almost as bad as Trevor standing up after the minister said ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ and saying ‘don’t nobody say nothing’.” Jack grinned as you turned to face you and his brother, “I have one text from a Quinn Hughes, dated December 9th 2018. Jack no joke, I just met my wife. She’s perfect.”
Jack turned to face your wedding guests, “It should be noted that the first two weeks of December that year there was a horrendous snow storm in Vancouver so I initially didn’t believe him. Until he FaceTimed me the next day trekking through the snow holding a bouquet of lavenders that was bigger than his head, which is ideally a huge thing of flowers. He told me he was going to meet a girl for dinner. He called me again the next day, this time he was demanding to speak to our mom to learn how to make pasta as he was having someone over for dinner.”
Jack’s story earned laughs from the guests. Jack smiled at you and Quinn as he continued, “This continued through the remainder of December and the majority of January. It was nearing a month he’d been needing dating advice. So he called me once again trekking through the snow, but that time he wasn’t alone.” Jack turned to face you with a smile, “I was complaining about whatever stupid crap a 17 year old boy would. And then I saw Quinn get pelted in the face with a snowball. Then I heard Y/N squeal as she and Quinn ran through the snow covered streets of Vancouver throwing snowballs at each other and giggling.”
You laughed softly as you melted into your husbands side into a warm embrace, “I quickly learned that Y/N was perfect for my brother which was unexpected because Y/N is classy, kind and beautiful and Quinn is not. But after meeting her I have never had to question or wonder if my brother made the right choice. Because from the moment I met her, Y/N has shown nothing but grace, love and support for not just Quinn but my entire family. I could not be more proud to say, welcome to the family sis.” Your eyes welled with tears as you stood to go hug Jack, “I always wanted a little brother to annoy.” Jack smiled as he hugged you, “I always wanted a sister.”
You returned to your seat next to your husband as your best friend, Gracie stood up with the microphone, “I hold here a hot pink notebook sheet of paper dated April 13th 2006, it reads ‘GG I have a secret. I have to tell someone so your my friend now that I told you. Mrs Tkachuck’s son is cute. He is always skating at recess. I think he has really nice hair, maybe my husband will too. Anyways I got peanut butter sandwiches for lunch what did you get?’ This was the first note I ever received.”
You covered your face with your hands as you heard your husband whisper, “Please tell me it wasn’t Brady.” You laughed as Gracie continued, “The boy in the note did have really nice hair. Matthew Tkachuck everyone. That note would be seen as two 7 year old girls agreeing that a 9 year old was cute and bonding over lunch. But for me that singular note written in real glitter pen by the 7 year old who had no friends because she didn’t let anyone say anything mean to her. You, Y/N changed my life at just 7 years old.”
Quinn squeezed your hand reassuringly as you blinked back soft tears as Gracie continued, “You wouldn’t know this, because I never told you. But on Friendsgiving in 2018, when I pulled the longer side of the wishbone. I wished for you to find someone who would alter your life the way you altered mine. And then 13 days later I got a voicemail from you at 3 am. You had claimed you found the love of your life and his name was win. I unanimously decided that his name probably wasn’t actually win but more likely Quinn.”
You felt your gaze soften as Quinn pressed a kiss to your temple as your best friend finished her speech, “To my beautiful, perfect, amazing and wonderful best friend. To the rest of your life with a guy who treks through the snow a day after meeting you. PS your husband did end up having good hair.” You and Quinn erupted into soft giggles as you looked at each other. You smiled up at Quinn, “I so would have written love notes to you in teal glitter pens.” Quinn laughed, “I would trek through a million snowstorms to bring you flowers.”
You melted into a kiss as your mother in law took the stage, “My biggest baby. In your entire life I have only seen you love three things. Your family, hockey and the beautiful woman that is sitting next to you. And none of those things are in order. From the moment I met Y/N it was clear to me that you loved her more than anything else in the world. It’s in the eyes. You, Quinn Hughes have very telling eyes. I could tell by your eyes when you pushed Jack face first down a slide when you were 5 and he was 3. I knew from the look in your eyes the first time you snuck out. And I knew when I saw your eyes light up when Y/N offered to take Jack and Luke to hockey practice so me and your father could have a break.”
Ellen continued as she smiled at you, “I knew that you were long gone, there was no coming back. You were head over heels for her and honestly I think I was a little bit as well. For as long as I remember you and your brothers never liked each others friends or associates. Don’t get me started on girlfriends. But Jack and Luke came home and would not shut up about how much they liked Y/N. I knew then that she was perfect for you and she fit like a missing puzzle piece of our family. So it didn’t come as a shock to me when you called me less than a year later asking me to help you pick out engagement rings.”
Your jaw dropped, you hadn’t known that Quinn had thought about marrying you so quickly. Ellen smiled at you and her eldest son, “To my beautiful son and his even more beautiful wife. Watching you two navigate life together has been one of the most gracious gifts I’ve ever received.” You smiled warmly at your mother in law as you rested your head on your husbands shoulder, “So I’m picking up on the fact that apparently everyone around us including us knew from the beginning of our relationship that we’d end up here. Is it just me?” Quinn kissed your cheek, “Nope, definitely not just you.”
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I just have this feeling that Quinn would listen to his girlfriend talk drama all day long, but he would give her the most common sense advice and it would make her frustrated. Like , no advice, just ears and the occasion opinion (but only if it agrees with her opinion).
A sweet little something for my fellow Quinn girls :))
Spilling the Tea…or Juice
There’s many important things that Quinn Hughes was responsible for since becoming captain of the Canucks. Anything from communicating practice schedules to game day pep talks and so many things in between.
While all of his responsibilities were important, he considered being your boyfriend the most important. He was often tasked with being your voice of reason, talking you down from assuming the worse of things and making sound decisions when you felt impulsive.
If he kept a resumé of the relationship between the two of you, he’d definitely add he was one of the girls. He knew every detail that passed amongst the group chat with you and your friends, whether he wanted to know or not wasn’t really a choice that he had the luxury of choosing. You could say he made the decision when he chose to be your boyfriend.
It was a picture perfect Sunday in the apartment that the two of you shared, the sun shining through the blinds, dust circulating despite yours and Quinn’s best effort to clean the day prior. As you chatted away, Quinn poured the two of you some juice that he had pressed himself, his newfound hobby giving him joy along with your presence.
“I have to tell you something that you can’t repeat, okay Quinn?” You said, taking a sip from the glass while swiveling left to right on the barstool.
“Babe, who would I have to tell?” He chuckled, stealing some strawberry slices off your plate.
“So, you know my coworker? The one that got written up last week?” You stole a piece of cantaloupe off of his plate, perhaps subconsciously playing a game of retaliation.
“The one that decided that they didn’t want to show up for work one day?” He questioned for clarity.
“Yes, that one! Well there’s rumors going around the office that he knocked up the boss’s wife and he’s about to get fired. I was told this, but it may not be true…” Trailing off, Quinn’s eyebrows raised in surprise, a sweet smirk accompanying.
“So why are you talking about it if you don’t know if it’s true? Seems like that’s not fair…” His gaze was soft, but teasing. He knew that wasn’t what you wanted to hear.
“Quinn…that’s not the point!” You whined, his smile growing in response, “…what if he did get her pregnant? We need a TV show at work.”
“What if he didn’t, though. What if you talking about it is just keeping a rumor circulating?” His words were frustrating, too true, but not what you wanted. You wanted him to gossip, which he knew, but he was giving you straight facts.
“Yeah, well, that’s not what the girls are saying…”
He walked around the bar towards you, standing behind you as he rested his head on your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your torso, thumbs rubbing along you sides.
“Oh, really?” He whispered against your ear, “What are the girls saying?”
“They’re saying that it’s true.”
“Well that just means it’s facts, then, doesn’t it?” His fingers began tickling ferociously at your sides, squeals quickly followed as you desperately tried to escape his grip.
“Quinn Hughes, stop it!”
“What do the girls say about this?” He spun your stool around as he placed a gentle kiss to your lips, supporting your chin with his hand.
“Mmm,” You said between kisses, “…I think they would say that we should have a second course here on the bar…” You moaned.
You tried to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away, giggling as you whined about it.
“Has anybody ever told you that you suck at spilling tea?” You grabbed his hand, pulling him close to you.
“Well I guess it’s a good thing I drink juice…”
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I love Quinn Hughes. That is all.
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DRUNK ON LOVE
WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content.
PAIRING(S): Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: in which Fem!Reader takes care of a drunk Quinn Hughes.
Quinn was beyond drunk. It was a rare occasion, as he rarely drank never mind to the extent of it actually having any effects. He thought the hangovers were bothersome and it wasn't exactly recommended as a pro-athlete. But the team, specifically Elias Pettersson and Brock Boeser, had roped him into a few celebratory drinks after their win before Quinn had text Y/N a few hours later to pick him up early with a, “wanna come home now, I’m sleepy.”
Y/N knew Quinn had had enough when she watched him almost trip over his own two feet on his way back from the bathroom with a little "ow,” after denying just that before his looming stature was shuffling down the hallway and his head whipped up to blink at her with drowsy, lidded eyes in the hopes she didn't see. But she did, and just when his lips parted to grumble about it, she laughed. Her laugh was so warm and so pretty, and something that sounded so much like home, that it made him consider trying to actually fall just so he could hear it again.
Quinn made it three steps into the living room before there was a puffy cheeked pout on his face and his eyes were on Y/N as he mumbled out a, "Hey, quit laughing at me." His cheeks were painted red and his hair was messier than usual, but she’s always thought he looked pretty in the glow from the kitchen. He softened as he sighed sleepily and because she loved him, she caught herself sighing too, a content sort of sound.
“Hi, baby.” Quinn greeted, and Y/N could feel her heart melt. He was drunk, yeah, but the buzz was doing nothing to disguise the hearts in his eyes when he looked at her, his gaze glassy and half lidded.
Y/N reached out, brushing the hair off his forehead and he leaned into her touch, his eyes falling closed. “Hi.” She leaned over to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Did you have fun?”
Quinn followed her hand back down, letting his head fall against her shoulder, nodding against her skin.
“You’re home early, was everything alright? I thought you’d be out until at least midnight.” Y/N was running her hands through his hair slowly, pressing against his scalp as she combed through his hair, enjoying the feeling of him melting into her. He mumbled something into her skin, nuzzling himself into the crook of her neck. “What was that?”
Quinn lifted his head to look at her. “Said I’ve missed you. Left early.”
Y/N would love to respond to that, really, but it seemed as though she lost the ability to form words; he was drunk out of his mind, and was having a very, very rare night out with teammates, and he left early to come lay in bed with her just because he loved her. It was sappy and ridiculous, and she’s never loved anyone so much and probably never will again.
It was impossible to find an adequate response. Y/N leaned in, pressing kisses to his cheek, the tip of his nose, the corner of his mouth, and finally, his lips. She cupped the back of his neck, pressing him close before she rested her foreheads together, soaking in the fact that she was the lucky person that got the sole adoration of the kindest, sweetest, most loving person on the planet before pulling away, sliding her hand down to his chest.
"Are you sleepy, Quinny?" Y/N giggled, a little amused before she narrowed her eyes as he fiddled around with him phone in his hand, rotating the screen clumsily, but the sound of her voice brought his sleepy gaze back to her. He rocked forward with a few slow blinks and another cute pout before he stumbled towards her again, and he really looked like he was in love.
“May have overdone it.” Quinn grumbled from his spot on the floor, holding on for dear life as she was sure the room was spinning for him.
“You think?” Y/N teased, immediately feeling a pang of guilt when she was met with a pathetically needy face from him in return. “Oh, baby, it’s okay.”
"Don’t be mean to me." Quinn drawled, low and a little slurred the alcohol making his usual lazy tone of voice a little whinier before he slumped down between her legs to flop on top of her instead of returning to his previous seat next to her with a grumble.
He looked small like this, no longer her giant protector, but like a younger version of himself who just needed someone to take care of him. Y/N was happy to be that person, as he always was for her. It was a rare occurrence to ever see him like this. He always managed to know his limits, but tonight he just went off the deep end.
Quinn’s arms wrapped around her waist and she noticed the slight fogginess that still laid over his lidded gaze when he blinked up at her from her stomach. Y/N giggled again, shuffling under him and scrunching her nose at his sudden weight.
“Quinn, move over.” She grumbled and he only allowed his bottom lip to jut out into a makeshift pout as his arms around her tighten.
"Don’t want to, it’s comfier here." Quinn huffed, eyes dropping and he knew he was probably going to complain about the ache in his neck tomorrow given the awkward positioning, but right now, he nuzzled into her anyway.
"You’re squishing me.” Y/N added, voice lilting to a tease and he sighed, only moving slightly to guide one of her hands to smooth through his hair before he nuzzled into her.
"Give me some kisses and I’ll get up." Quinn sighed again, but he hummed when her fingers combed through his hair and she knew it was less because he was tired and more because he was home, watching him shoot her one of his more affectionate looks before he placed a softer kind of kiss onto her skin through her clothes.
"Do you wanna get up and go to bed?" Y/N laughed, craning her head to lean forward and place a kiss to his forehead and he yawned before he shook his head and his arms around her seem to squeeze even tighter.
"Nah, don't want to. Just want to stay here a little longer." His words were quiet and she smiled as he leaned forward to place a sloppy kiss to her lips before he rested his chin on her chest. "Pretty thing." Quinn mumbled a beat later, blinking up at her while his words still slightly slurred and she couldn’t help the snort that left her lips when the sudden tender confession left his pouty lips.
“How much did the guys make you drink?" Y/N replied, slightly teasing but she continued to scratch her nails through his messy hair anyway, just to watch him lean into her touch like he always did.
"Don’t ask." Quinn sighed, turning to place a tender kiss to her wrist before his eyes closed again, his voice smoother when it sounded once more like he was steadying himself.
Quinn groaned at the realization of what was coming when he wakes up tomorrow, but he hiccuped before breathing deep and softening. Y/N leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose and she giggled at the way his eyes closed, feeling his fingers squeeze at the dip of her waist when she pulled away.
"No fair, I wasn't done yet." Quinn breathed, and by the tone of his voice she could tell clarity was slowly getting a grip on him again.
Y/N shook her head, amused and leaned in again when he met her half way with a pout, because Quinn taught her that happiness was just as simple as this. Him nuzzling into her stomach between slurred words and stolen kisses as her fingers smoothed through his hair. He was drunk, but he loved her everyday, just the same as always.
“You’re so pretty.” Quinn slurred, the messy pile of hair brushing across her stomach.
“I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight.” Y/N teased gently. “You’re talking nonsense now.”
“Not nonsense.” Quinn mumbled argumentatively, a soft pout to his lips. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Give me a kiss.” He said, and Y/N rolled her eyes once more, giggling as she cupped his cheeks and peppered kisses across his face, pressing one final one over his lips.
A small, barely-there grin erupted on his face as he leaned into her hands, and she brushed a thumb over his warm cheek. “There. Those enough for you?"
"Yeah.” Quinn happily nodded, head drooping forward as his eyes started to close, and this was exactly what she’d been trying to avoid.
Quinn had always done that. He fell asleep on the couch, slumped on the floor against the kitchen counter, in the passenger seat of her car, anywhere but their bed. Y/N can never managed to get him there in time, and a hungover Quinn with a sore back was never a fun Quinn to deal with.
"No.” Y/N warned, tapping his cheek to wake him. "Quinn, do not fall asleep.” She said sternly, and he huffed, lifting his head up with a scowl, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as she unbuttoned his shirt.
“I’m tired, baby.” Quinn grumbled. “And why're you trying to see me naked?"
Y/N stared at him with pursed lips as he looked up at her with a raised brow. "I’m not. Now, lift your arms.”
"You think I’m hot? Like what you see?” Quinn grinned, reaching up to poke her cheek. He missed and his body swayed forward as he lost his balance, making her grab him with a sigh. "Hey, keep your hands to yourself.” He snickered, and she almost thought she should let him fall forward to the floor, face first. But that would make him even more insufferable in the morning, and Y/N liked the idea of keeping the remaining bits of her sanity intact. Not that there was a lot of sanity left to keep when she was dating someone like Quinn.
"You are too much.” Y/N snorted, but still, there was fondess as she swept back sweaty locks from his face, tracing over the slants of his features slowly as he closed his eyes and relished in her touch. She didn’t get to take care of him like this often, so she was grateful he was a lightweight, even if he denied that fact to his grave.
"You don’t think I’m hot? Come on, I know you do just a little.” Quinn insisted, letting her finally peel his button down off his upper body.
Chuckling, Y/N threw his shirt across the room as she murmured, "Maybe I do think you're hot, but only just a little."
"Well, I think you're pretty fucking gorgeous.” Quinn poked her hip, sending her a sly grin as she swatted his wandering hand away with a warning glance. "Best I ever had."
"Oh, yeah? Who else you got to make the comparison?"
"No one. Everyone else sucks, so you're best by default.” He shrugged. Her heart melted a little, and she supposed this is what dating someone like Quinn did to her. Taking things he meant as an insult to others as a compliment for herself, but it warmed her up that he saw her as different, as good.
"You’re the best I ever had, too.” Y/N grinned. “How are you feeling?” She asked softly, scanning his face for discomfort or distress.
“I’m okay.” Quinn hiccuped back. “Just want to cuddle.” He always became exceptionally affectionate when he got this drunk.
His eyes fluttered open and closed without rhythm as he looked at her, his eyes glazed over with a glassy shine, and his mouth hung open slightly, like he didn’t have the coordination to close it. His pink cheeks were flushed and his skin had a sweaty sheen. His head had rolled off to one side and rested on his shoulder, like his neck had given up on holding his head up, and his arms fell heavy at his sides.
Y/N should have been at least slightly annoyed with him for acting like a college kid, drinking until he made himself sick. It should’ve gotten under her skin and caused a bit of anger to bubble up into her chest, but it didn’t. She was just taking care of her man. “Do you feel nauseous at all?”
“I promise I’m okay, baby.” Quinn said, making himself giggle. His lips lazily curled up into a smile and he dragged a lazy arm up to give the “okay” symbol with his uncoordinated fingers, before the heavy limb dropped back down to the couch beneath him.
They were quiet for a bit, Quinn fluttering his eyes closed as he hummed contently, and Y/N just admiring him in silence. She let her hand crawl into his, interlocking their fingers together before bringing it up to her lips and pressing small kisses to each of his knuckles. Her fingers ran through his still damp hair, initially just to push them up and away from his forehead and eyes, but continued when she heard the little happy mewls coming from him.
“You always take such good care of me.” Quinn said sloppily with a gentle tone, breaking through the bubble of silence they had created together.
“I always will.” Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to his salty forehead and settled back onto the cushions.
“I love you.” He gave her a gentle squeeze as he cheekily grinned.
“I love you, too.” She felt his smile against her skin, and it made her smile, too.
They hadn’t been together for long, with saying the “L” word still being pretty new, and still slightly foreign to both of them. But she meant it when she said it. She loved him, and her body always filled with a blushing warmth when he said he loved her, too.
“Will you marry me?” The question left his lips in his absurdly difficult to understand drawl and it took her a moment to process what he said, but when she did her heart stopped.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to marry him, because she did, but not now. It was too soon. There was still too much for them to do together, too much still to learn about him, and too much for him to learn about her.
“I will someday.” Y/N spoke gently, trying hard not to hurt his currently fragile feelings. She was now holding his face tenderly, like if she held him steady and close, she could lessen the blow.
“So, no?” Quinn looked up at her with his big puppy dog eyes, feeling guilt punch her in the gut.
“For now. Everything is just going so well right now, we don’t have to mess with it.”
“Just want to be with you forever.” He said softly and her heart began to melt. Quinn was such a soft person, who felt everything so deeply and with so much emotion. He was a sap, and she absolutely loved him for it. She pulled him closer to her chest, pressing soft kisses to his temple.
“And you will be.” Y/N breathed. “Forever will still be there down the line.”
“Why not now?” His lips held an adorable pout and she couldn’t stop herself from pressing a kiss to them. He tasted awful, like vodka and sweat, but the kiss was loving and sweet as she tried to pour all her love for him into it.
“Because we still have to grow.” Y/N watched the end of his mouth tick up, sure to make some sort of smartass comment about them both being grown already. “We have to grow together.” She finished.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Quinn mused softly.
“I promise that I will say ‘yes’ when we are ready someday.”
“Someday.” He repeated softly, feeling the words on his own lips. “I’m going to keep asking, you know?” He smirked up at her, his smile and joking tone signalling that she hadn’t broken his heart, just bruised his ego a bit.
“That’s perfectly okay.” Y/N sighed, a contagious smile finding its way to her own lips. “I’m going to keep saying ‘no’ until we’re ready, you know?” She teased, using his own words against him.
“One day, baby.” Y/N was pretty sure Quinn was asleep, as he was yawning the whole way through his response, and had promptly flipped over and snuggled into her with his eyes closed, but then she felt his lips press lightly against her neck. “Love you.”
She pressed a matching kiss to his temple, rubbing her thumb against his shoulder. “I love you more.”
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