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Hello💖Top 3 Taylor Swift songs?
omg you can’t ask me this. it changes all the time and for different reasons. i have a list of three faves from each album so like im prepped but nervous LMAO
okay okay, right now though? at this exact moment i think (in no order)
𝑖𝑛 𝐴𝑃𝑅𝐼𝐿 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒
𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦
⠀ ⠀ 𓂃 ⭒ 𐀔 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑡 𐀔 ⭒ 𓂃
damn i asked bc i haven’t found anyone who writes piss kink for the hughes 😞 if you know any pleaseee lmk. you’re so real for the emetophobia though howww is that something people like sexually 🌚🌚🌚 scared shitless of vomiting how are people getting off on it
now recs i can do! (and yes ill never understand it but to each their own)
honestly, the only people i really see writing about piss kinks on here are @kawhh and @zzbubblegumbitchzz and hell did they make me sit down for a bit and think about it.
here are some links tho to ones i've read (and enjoyed) and if anyone else has any more links or writes it themselves, self promo yourself or comment it!
@amourtoken is also a fellow piss kink writer!
alright. i’ve had a few people ask for more brat tamer Quinn. but to fully understand brat tamer quinn. we need to go into some basics of the dom/sub relationship he’s apart of right? we need to talk about what makes him tick and what makes him explode.
cw: dom/sub relationship, rules, mentions of punishment, pretty tame tbh, just back story
Every day Quinn is a soft dom right? We all agree on this. He's a lover, he’s not really a fighter. Especially when it comes to you. but he has real thin patience when it comes to you, cause he knows you know how to act. He absolutely knows. You’ve always been so good for him, even before you two fully established the dominant and submissive part of your relationship.
summary: in which quinn and his girlfriend are already late for a nye party but her outfit pushes his limits
word count: 2.8k
warnings: 18+, possessive quinn, dark quinn, smut, derogatory language, “obedience training”reference, “teaching a lesson” reference, cat & mouse reference, basically 18++ MDNI, smut
© property of rowdyluv ; do not copy and re-upload as your own - anywhere. do not place my work inside AI codes, do not translate.
OH IM SORRY THAT NOISE?? OH ITS ME BARKING
CAY THIS IS A MF MASTERPIECE I CANNNNNMNNNNNNTTTTTTT BREATHE
Quinn or Clay with a girl with a lot of body hair because I'm so insecure about it and there's like no rep for girls having body hair everywhere
Quinn + PCOS vibes because as someone with PCOS I get this. In recent years with my hormones out of whack my body hair has grown darker and more and in places that people don't usually show on women because we're indoctrinated to believe we should all be hairless cats. I get it cause it makes me feel insecure when you're being told it shouldn't be there, so I got you, babes because I genuinely think we think and notice it more than any one else but I know my boy Quinn would notice you feeling insecure and try to make you feel better. TW: Insecurities, body image issues surrounding body hair, reader is not gender neutral, very much written from a cis woman's perspective Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist
Quinn is so in tune with you, so aware of you that he always notices when you start to pull away, when something is heavy on your mind, when you're not quite feeling yourself. You're a master at hiding it from most people; a false smile here, a slightly bigger jacket there, a change of clothing that doesn't seem suspicious to anyone else, but to him is a red flag.
crying. needed this.
okay i have a thought. basically quinn making you praise him, verging on god complex
like he’s the captain of a team, so busy, always on the move, and he’s still taking the time to fuck you? you should be so thankful. should be telling him thank you and make sure he knows how good you feel.
stfu you made the brain worms worse omg
sooooo much “come on baby, where’s your manners?”
and his hand around your throat or gripping your jaw, “should be thankful, really, how much free time do i have? none. and here i am, ruining this pretty cunt.”
but spam liking shows u that people like your work so I don’t see the problem
It does, yes, I agree! However, Tumblr's always had a glitch and bot problem where if too many of your posts are being liked at once by a single user, it flags it as bot usage and can lead to your blog being shadowbanned or terminated as a sort of punishment. No, it doesn't make a lot of sense if you're not using bots, but it's always been like that, and I've seen it happen to a lot of blogs over the years here.
I hope this helps a little!
can i request smut #18 with quinn hughes? <3 thank uuu !!
thank you for requesting ! 🩶
18. “Feel this? It's just for you.”
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Quinn knew that with being a hockey player, and a captain, came not only the responsibility of guiding his team, but also of attending social events that were more draining and tiring than a hockey game. This was his least favorite part, shoving himself in a tight suit just to parade around and show face in front of people he could care less about, but he had to remind himself all this was for a good cause, and so he invited you as his date to make his night a bit less miserable.
But you were having the opposite effect on him, waking around and laughing with his teammates, completely unaware of the wandering eyes as you wore that backless dress that was driving Quinn insane. He was shifting constantly in his seat, restless as he tried to relieve some of the pressure and maybe hide the tent threatening to rise in his pants.
“You good there, Huggy?” Brock chirped.
IM HOWLING
🚨 face slapping, obsessive behavior, exes meeting again, smut, my need to write stalker! quinn, rough sex, he cums inside you without you knowing, kinda baby trapping?? idk if i'm missing something, but i think this is enough anyway 🚨
as usual, poorly written
okay, but what about ex bf!Quinn, who can't forget you or let you go?
he promised that once you were his, you'd never stop being his.
so, who's the guy you're talking to? he knows he's not a family member, and he knows he's not one of your old friends. Why are you talking to him then?
ex bf!Quinn is obsessive; he needs to know where you are, what you're doing, and who you're talking to. And he'll show up every day in your routine, like an accident, just to twist your mind, make you miss him even more, and make forgetting him an impossible task.
so when you text him, it's no surprise. He already expected it. He already knew it would happen, and he doesn't try to make it any harder, talking to you in that flirty way, knowing that on the other end, your heart is pounding and your legs are trying to rub together to relieve the heat his words cause.
he knows what to say and do, so he asks you things he already knows, but that make you excited. He does all those things he knows you like, and that you've confessed more than once drove you crazy. From the smallest to the most possibly noticeable. He knows you like the back of his hand.
and you don't suspect his plan, how he's trying to win you back, but you can't deny that you want that. You want to go back, to hug him, to kiss him. You want to know everything he did while you weren't together.
did he meet someone? did he miss you? has he thought about you as much as you thought about him? you don't know, and it drives you crazy not knowing. But he tries to make it easier, paying compliments, telling you how he's missed hearing and knowing about you.
and you don't know anything, you don't know about all the things he did intentionally while you weren't together, or the times he thought about you. Not even the times he looked at the photos you posted, one hand squeezing his cock, staring annoyed at the cum that would be wasted. But he also doesn't know that you keep all the photos, all the recordings, everything he gave you so you can remember him when he wasn't around, using it to reach your orgasm, convincing your mind that you touch yourself the way he does.
you couldn't even think of anyone or anything else, because he was always there, on posters, or crossing the street, or in people wearing his jersey, or on tv, or even in a pack of cookies. You saw him shopping, in parking lots. You were sure you saw his car everywhere, or smelled his scent everywhere you went. He drove you crazy until you couldn't resist the urge to talk to him, and you did.
when you see each other again, he's the one who hugs you, because he knows you're doubting if it's the right thing to do, and it's when you feel his warmth that you try to stay there forever, safe in his arms. His head on your neck, as always, leaving a kiss.
you go to eat as if it were the most normal thing, but he touches you more and more, seeing how you tense up, how your cheeks turn red, and how you stutter when you speak. He knows he has you where he wants you, and at the end of the night, he's happy to walk into your house with you, his hand on your lower back and a smile on his lips.
because he always knows how to win you over, how to get your panties wet. He knows where to touch, he knows what tone of voice to use. He knows what you like, because he made sure to learn it during all that time together.
and when he kisses you? it's intense, making you feel small and at his mercy, knowing that he's in charge, that he'll take care of you and make you feel good.
and he tries to hold back, not to be too rough, but when he hears you sigh against his mouth, happy... it's like everything he planned goes down the drain. His grip leaves bruises, he moves you as he pleases, ignoring the moans.
when he put his cock inside you, it was like arriving in paradise, but he can't help but notice that you're not as tight as he expected, and that drives him crazy. He knows your body, knows how it feels after hours, days, and weeks. He knows how your fucking walls suffocate his cock when he comes back from a road trip. So why isn't that happening?
he grabs your jaw with his hand, so tight he barely lets you speak, but he asks you. Who were you with? what did you do?
you whimper, trying to explain, but you babble, so he slaps you. He wants answers, he wants you to speak to him clearly, to be his good girl.
you have to obey him, and you know it, so you confess your sin, telling him how you used the toys he had forbidden you to touch, stretching your walls, trying to convince yourself it was him. Using him to try to reach your orgasm the same way he makes you reach it, intense, explosive. The kind of orgasms that leave your legs shaking and cramping. But it didn't work the same way, because nothing can replace him.
and at first, he doesn't believe you, so he slaps you again, watching the skin on your cheek turn a deep red, which will surely leave a mark he doesn't care about right now. And he knows it burns, he knows you'll start stuttering, so he asks again, but this time, he sees the honesty in your glassy eyes, and you tell him you recorded a video you never sent him, a video you can show him so he can believe you.
and you cry, you beg him to believe you, trying not to break your words into moans at the way he's moving inside your pussy. Your legs wrap around his hips, trying to keep him closer, closer to you.
and he believes you, decides to, because he tries to remember, inside his clouded mind, all the times he followed you, spying on your every move.
his breathing calms, but his grip is still strong, painful, and his cock goes in and out of you, hammering you, making you moan so loudly that your throat hurts, burning like never before.
the thought alone made him furious, wanting to destroy you as punishment for something you didn't even do. He needs to remind you who you belong to, no matter how long you've been separated. So he puts your legs on his shoulders, adjusting the position, making you feel him in every part.
you're his, he's going to spend the night reminding you of that.
ex bf!Quinn, who's capable of cumming inside you over and over again, knowing you're fucked stupid, that your babbling shows how inattentive you are. Knowing you won't notice you didn't take your pills today, and that you just let him fill you until your pussy was dripping, staining your folds and thighs with his cum.
because he's back to stay. Forever.
THE WHORE YOU KNOWN AS BRYNN HAS BEEN THROWN IN HORNY JAIL BY THE COPS FOR HAVING TOO MUCH OF A SPIT KINK AND IS CURRENTLY SLAMMING AGAINST THE BARS OF HER CAGE.
SHE’S LAWYERING UP.
SHE’S PLEADING NOT GUILTY.
(She’s okay. She’s safe from the cops. Currently in a battle with tumblr support. She got hit by the random ban wave going about. Having tumblr withdrawals. If anyone wants her men now is the time to act. They’re undefended)