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Officially been awake for 28 hours. Hmmmhmmm.

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Quinn’s eyes are beautiful. Like peeled grapes.

They really are beautiful 🤧🥺🥹🥹

When I saw the 'peeled grapes', my brain shortcircuited. I got two thoughts flipping over one another.

First, the color. His eyes are kind of green like peeled grapes, huh? Not green-green, y'know. Just a hint. I'll accept it coz I really have no clue how to describe his eyes. It's a mix of colors (kind of gray, kind of light blue, but he for sure. So I just label it as Quinn Hughes color 🤭🫣.

Second train of thought went to peeled grapes being an indulgence (like you gotta have time to peel them). And truly, his eyes are exactly that. An indulgence to look at, like I feel unworthy to gaze at it even through a screen. Because they're so precious. When i saw those dilated pupils, I screamed. My first time seeing a photo of him with such big pupils.

Anyway, I agree. They're so pretty and beautiful. It makes me happy that they're so expressively haunted sometimes, and sometimes just...beautiful.

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baby sharks <3

three dogs who have to work for a meal

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A catto with hairwings! 😊😃

Quinn's locked in.

Pupil dilation is unreal. Just a bit of comparison:

Oh my god. It's unreal. Why am I nervous? I wasn't playing against him, hello?!

From getty (Jared Silber) (Vancouver Canucks @ NY Rangers, Mar 23, 2025)

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He can shout at me and I'll forgive him.

From 1, 2 (Jeff Vinnick) (Winnipeg Jets @ Vancouver Canucks, Mar 18, 2025)

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LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Mancini and Lil Quinnifer

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Please I am begging. I need them to be okay. We need them 😭😭😭

i need my boys to be okay

please let them be okay

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Dak Goal but see, look at how small Quinn is

From 1, 2 (Jared Silber) (Vancouver Canucks @ NY Rangers, Mar 22 2025)

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Quinn's locked in.

Pupil dilation is unreal. Just a bit of comparison:

Oh my god. It's unreal. Why am I nervous? I wasn't playing against him, hello?!

From getty (Jared Silber) (Vancouver Canucks @ NY Rangers, Mar 23, 2025)

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Crashing out part 2

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This is too sweet. I love it. 💙💙💙💙

i come to you not as a filthy little freak this time but as a hopeless romantic. "your heart is beating so fast right now" for my sweet quinny. give me the softness, the yearning, the delicate romance <3 i believe in you <3

quinny will always be a sweet, delicate, lover 🙂‍↕️

7. “Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

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Quinn stood by the stove, sweats and shirt loose on his frame, quietly humming to himself as he prepared your coffee mugs. His hair was still tousled from sleep, curling all over the place. You watched him for a moment from the doorway, smiling at how domestic he looked like this, barefoot and ever so soft.

He didn’t hear you coming up behind him until your arms slipped around his waist underneath his shirt. You felt him startle for half a second before he exhaled a quiet hum —too early to speak, leaning back into you without thinking. His body warmed instantly beneath your hands, muscles relaxing under your touch. You pressed your cheek between his shoulder blades and held him close, just breathing him in.

“Morning,” you whispered against his back, lips brushing lightly through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Morning,” he said, voice raspy, still tainted with sleep. Quinn tilted his head toward you, his hair brushing your temple. 

You stayed like that for a while, just swaying a little with him in the quiet of the kitchen, before you moved between the counter and his body, arms never leaving his middle. With your head pressed in his chest, you heard it. His heartbeat was fast, racing beneath your ears.

“Quinn,” you said softly, pressing a light kiss to his chest. “Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

He stilled for a moment as he poured coffee in your mug, trying to act casual, but as you slid your hands higher, fingers splaying over his ribs until you could feel his heartbeat stronger, all you could see was the flush in his cheeks.

“Yeah, that’s all you,” he murmured, his arms now wrapping around your shoulders, fingers brushing away a strand of hair from your face. You leaned up to kiss the edge of his jaw, smiling when you felt him shiver.

“You’re still like this? After all this time?” You said with a hint of teasing in your tone as you brushed your nose against his.

“Yeah,” he admitted quietly, eyes soft, almost shy.

You smiled, sliding one hand up into his hair, gently combing your fingers through the messy curls at the back of his neck. He sighed as you did it, leaning into your touch with half-lidded eyes. You tugged him closer, brushing your nose against his again, slow and soft.

His slightly shaky hands settled on your hips like they belonged there, thumbs tracing little circles as he smiled faintly. You kissed him once, just a ghost of a touch, then again a little deeper. His breath caught, his fingers flexing at your waist, and when you pulled back just enough to look at him, his lashes fluttered open and his expression was nothing but love.

“I still get nervous,” he admitted, voice low, as if it was something to be embarrassed about. “When you’re close like this.”

“You’ve got nothing to be nervous about,” you said, thumb brushing over his cheek. “I’m all yours.”

Quinn rested his forehead against yours as his smile turned a little crooked then, the way it always did when he was fighting not to grin too big. You stayed like that for a while more, not caring that your coffee had gone warm now, and he kissed you again, slow and sweet, his heart still racing under your hands.

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Whatever, here's moose 🥰🥰

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Mean quinn.... 🥵🥵🥵 what do I do?! I am panicking. I love mean quinn

i just cant stop thinking about mean!quinn 😫

“Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?” he taunts, pressing you further into the sheets, your forearms tied behind your back by his belt, the leather beginning to burn against your skin as it tugs. You’re stripped bare while he’s still in his shirt, his hair falling over his face and he’s kneeling over you, voice gruff but your stomach tingles violently, pussy throbbing with how your ass presses back into his dick, “S’like you want the neighbours to hear how much of a fucking whore you are.”

He pushes back up, kneeling once again as his calloused hands grip your hips, dragging you back closer to him as your tears stain his sheets below you. You’re not sure if you’re gasping for air because his hand's been wrapped around your throat or because the only noise you’ve made is wanton moans as he’s been thrusting vehemently into you. The warmth of your own arousal seeps down your inner thighs, clit pulsing for stimulation again, your chest tight and aching to be touched, to feel his thick fingers spread you open and slide his cock between your folds for relief. He doesn’t. He watches with a primal glare, bottom lip between his teeth as you squirm with sharp, high-pitched whines, ass wiggling against him.

“Can’t help it,” your lips pull up weakly into a smirk, speaking breathily and catching a glimpse of Quinn in your peripheral vision, his clothes skewed and chest rising with deep breaths. He’s scanning you, taking the sight of you in, how pretty you are.  “Jealousy was always a motivator for you.”

You half expect him to shove himself harshly back inside your cunt, but instead he leans forward over you slowly, hands either side of your shoulders and he just breathes in your ear. You huff out a giggle, starting a sentence, but you’re cut off by his right hand gathering your hair and yanking your head and body up against him, his other two fingers slipping past your lips and stuffing your mouth quiet. “S’better…yeah, can focus on ruining this pretty pussy of yours.”

You both kneel again, your back flush against his chest now that his hands leaving your hair and winding around your body, stroking his cock twice before sliding into your pussy effortlessly, sucked in by your arousal and greediness. He’d only been out for a few minutes, but the way he’s filling you delectably with delirium spreading through your veins and to your mind has you moaning out deeply around his fingers. His thick fingers you’re suctioning hard with your tongue swirling around them as if it were his cock gagging you. 

Quinn’s hips snap into you carnally, his pace merciless as drool begins to dribble down your chin. Your eyes flutter back, his thrusting so fast you can barely savour the details, only feeling him stretch you open and hit your cervix. He feels your body relax under his frenzy and he dips his face into your neck, pressing open-mouthed, wet kisses to your skin, teeth sinking down and lips sucking harsh blotches down to the crook of your neck. He pulls back, a small, cocky smirk plastered on his face that oozes out pride at his work.

“Gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to, want that, sweetheart?” He coos, bringing back the reason you were in this position to begin with; he thought you were standing just a bit too close to his teammates, laughing a bit too much, batting your eyelashes and smiling the way you do with him. Of course that wasn’t the case, not in the slightest, but to Quinn, it was like you were doing it to tease him. He removes his fingers at last, a string of saliva pulling between them and the bottom of your lip, the wetness chilling your hip when he grips it, his other hand gliding down to the other and you bend over for him again, cheek pressing into his sheets with your ass still homing his cock.

“Yes, Quinn, yes!” you mewl out lecherously, releasing a sharp squeal shortly after when his palm slaps across your ass hard, over the red hand prints previously laid across them from earlier, “Captain! Yes, Captain!”

He grabs your hips again, fingers digging into the skin as he slams into you, the belt around your forearms aching but in a way that only sends adrenaline in bursts through you, your pussy elated with his irritation driving his cock in and out of you at a pace that fogs your mind. Loud, elongated moans pour from your throat, carelessly but they’re music to his ears - only he can pull those from you and he’s the only person who will.

“Gonna fill you up and then do it again,” Quinn pulls back and thrusts back in hard, your body helplessly jolting before he draws back again, “again,” he thrusts back in hard another time, pulling back and rutting in harsh the same way, gritting his teeth as he speaks, “and again, until you’re stuffed full with my kids.”

His fucking continues, switching his position slightly to kneel on one knee, spreading his thigh a little wider to sink into you deeper and hit a new angle that coaxes another erotically feral mantra of moans from you.

“Where’s that mouth from before, huh? Too fucked out like a dumb slut to bite back?” he almost laughs. You want to reply, say his name, bite back but your voice is stuck in your chest and only capable of noise with his thrusting. But it feels so good. Your stomachs twisting tight, cunt clenching around him hard and there’s nothing but heaven wrapped around your brain and body, pleasure washing through you as your needs are filled. With your hands behind your back, you only crave to touch him more, clit throbbing harder at the thought of how lush feeling his muscles and skin under your fingers will feel afterwards, how his arms holding you gently into his chest will feel once he’s claimed you with cum like you need.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart, feel so good. Keep squeezin’, love feeling how desperate you are.” Quinn breathes out, throwing his head back, feeling his stomach tighten and thighs pulse, his hands pushing your hips away the same time he draws his back, just to thrust forward and pull you back again, his rhythm maintaining its vigorous pattern. With the little energy you have, you manage to smile, fucked out with complete bliss the closer your climax reaches you.

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I am barking. As always. Even if he's too frustrated ughhh 😭😭😭

Hughes at Rangers | Quinn Hughes

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Just good old cuddles 💙💙💙

is this a post for trev’s birthday? yes. am i 2 whole days late? yes. are we gonna ignore that? yes!

Your boyfriend, Trevor, has never been known as a calm guy. Ask any of his friends and they’ll tell you that talking is his absolute favorite activity. So, you would think that with so much energy to burn and him constantly going on and on about everything in existence, you’d know exactly what to do to celebrate him hitting the big twenty-four. 

However, that’s not the case at all. You’re struggling to find something perfect for him that you haven’t already done. For now, you’ve decided that today is going to be a whole lot of winging important decisions until something clicks. 

You declutter some areas in the apartment that you’ve been meaning to get to, and then set out a couple of gifts on the kitchen island for him to open way later. You finish up your chores in the main living space by making a quick breakfast for Trevor to enjoy, then head back to your shared bedroom. 

You set the food on his nightstand before climbing up on the bed and maneuvering yourself to lay on his chest. He’s laid there, mouth wide open and snoring. It truly amazes you that even when the two of you are sleeping, he finds a way to constantly be in your ear. 

You smile, and tap his chest. “Trevor, wake up.” 

“Baaabe!” you sing quietly, but he’s still not waking up yet. 

You frown a little, running your hand through his hair and even try caressing his cheek a little bit. “Hey, birthday boy. Time to get up.” 

When he still shows no sign of getting up, you give up on the gentle approach. As much as you’d love to have a sweet moment with him, he’s always been a heavy sleeper and there’s no use in wasting time. 

“Trev!” you say, raising your voice slightly as you shake him—nothing too crazy, just enough to startle him awake. 

He jumps slightly, eyes shooting open and he looks up at you. “Babe?” 

“Hi, honey! It’s your birthday!” you say, smiling a big, bright smile at him. 

Your smile causes one of his own to break out. He gently wraps his arms around you and tugs you down into him. 

“Thank you, pretty,” he says, pressing a kiss to the very top of your head. 

You look up, meeting his eyes and decide now is the time to discuss the plans for today. “Hey… by the way… what do you wanna do this time? I’ve been thinking and I have no ideas. We’ve practically done everything around here together already.”

“We’ve never cuddled for my birthday,” he says with no hesitation. 

That causes your brows to furrow. “What?” 

“We can just stay here and cuddle. I wanna do that,” he says, squeezing you impossibly tighter to him. 

You look at him in disbelief. “Surely, you’re messing with me. You don’t wanna go do anything? Just wanna lay here all day?” 

“Yeah. It’ll be fun. We can watch movies and talk… and nap. Good times, yaknow?” he explains, rubbing your back. 

You smile at the simplicity, it truly does sound like a cute date idea. “Sure, if that’s what you want. We can do that. We’ll stay in today.” 

“Great. What movie we starting with?” he asks, brushing his fingers through your hair now. 

You playfully roll your eyes. “Babe, it's your day! You get to pick all of them!” 

“Oh, right, right. Let’s go Blades of Glory,” Trevor says smugly, knowing how much you happen to despise that movie. 

You sigh, annoyed. Although, it’s just for dramatics. You couldn’t possibly be mad at him for choosing his favorite movie on his special day. You’re honestly glad everything turned out okay after stressing for days, trying to figure out how to celebrate him. 

You turn, facing the tv and cuddle further into his side. “Fine. But I take what I said back! I definitely get next pick.”

tags: @mainly-miracle @nic0-hischier @puckmedude @joesnumerouno @macklin-celebrini-71 @alwaysclassyeagle @ruinix

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Yeah, he should stop doing that.

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He's more frustrated than sad. It still hurts me.

(Postgame. Vancouver Canucks @ NY Rangers, Mar 22, 2025)