why do ppl call quinn huggy? im new to the hughes brothers LOL
Hi, lovely.
I think Sutter thought of it, like when he saw the draft and he immediately thought of Hughesy and Huggy Bear. Then one day, Quinn just arrived wearing a shirt with a little bear which cemented the nickname 😅🤣🥰
Yeah, and it checks out here in the video from Canuck's YouTube:
It was a nickname that stuck to him. One day, he arrived wearing a shirt with a little bear. Huggy Bear 🥰.
Personally, I really loved how Demmy's reason that Quinn's cute that you just want to hold him. I agree. He truly looks huggable. Plus he gives the best hugs!
(These two are faved in my gallery.) Plus the lastest hug (or from what i've seen) with PK
I think it's his lingering touch that makes the hug so heartwarming. Huggy Bear 💙💙💙
Quinn with a size kink. Out of his mind aroused fucking his girl who is a lot smaller than him.
Lovely anon, lovely.. i don't write.I mean, I do but i've never tried an RPF or drabble. Just fictional men on my secret AO3. So I don't want to disappoint but i'll try for you... It won't be good though so yes, put the bar down. I beg 🧎🏻♀️
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TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Size Kink (as requested...slightly if you squint), Mild choking, Unprotected sex (please use protection)
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You are so small. Quinn fucking loves that. It's not your height. No. It's everything else.
It's your hands that seek his every time you two go out. The same ones that run down his back, his nape, his hair. Your trimmed nails--or your acrylics--that scratches his scalp. You are always so gentle in touching him that he would always fall asleep on you, beside you, or underneath you. So small as you dig them into his skin as he fucks you long and deep.
It's your feet on his palms when he helps you wear your heels. Your ankles are so easily dwarfed by his hands when he fastens the anklets--with both of your initials engraved on the little silver hearts--he gifted you for your birthday. So tiny as he kisses them when he puts them over his shoulder, his cock filling every inch of your wet cunt.
It's your soft and supple lips giving him featherlight kisses. On his cheek, his jaw, his nose, his eyelids, his eyebrows, then his lips. It always ends with his lips. Your kisses are soft and warm and oh, so careful. Until he shoves his tongue pass your lips, swallowing your needy gasps and whines.
It's your neck that was a blank canvas before him. You've never liked necklaces until he gifted you one after another. Every time you give him a hug, he would smell your choice of perfume for the day--vanilla, rose, lavender, jasmine, blackberry, caramel, or whatever the fuck, you simply smells beautiful. So pretty and delicate with his hand wrapped around it, feeling your pulse the vibrations of your soft moans, controlling your breaths, your oxygen, your life. Your hand grips his wrist, the silvery glint of your matching bracelets only made him squeeze. So fucking small.
It's your thick thighs that you always moisturize with lotion. He's reaping the benefits of touching them when you let him. Of looking at them when you wear your little panties around the apartment. Of seeing them be covered with jeans or sweatpants or pajamas. Of seeing them spread wide, trembling and quivering as his cock disappears into your pussy between them. Of seeing them so wet with your mess, so red from his slaps, his grip, his thrusts.
It's your soft voice. One time you said you had a strange voice, but it's never strange. You sound so beautiful. He can listen to you ramble about your day, your problems, your interests without getting sick of your voice. Your voice is music, melodic, tantalizingly exquisite. So high and whiny as he slows down to keep your orgasm at bay. So hypnotic that he almost let you cum right then and there.
It's your eyes that are always so understanding and patient even when he came home frustrated from a game loss. Your eyes that will smile and crinkle at the sides, already knowing his excitement when he's keeping it at bay. You see his soul. He sees yours. He sees when your happy or sad or angry or upset or zoned out. So devastatingly beautiful as your eyes burn when he's not moving as you would like. So breathtaking when your pupils dilate when he started fucking you harder.
You're so fucking small yet you take him so well.
Your pussy that felt like it's custom-made for him. Always so wet. Always so eager for his taking. Your pussy tightens, quivering around his cock. The sounds of your groans and his, of his cock sinking into your pussy, are getting to his head.
Small. So fucking small that he wants to consume all of you. Your pussy. Your face. Your body. Your gentle and soft and warm soul. How can perfection fits so well in your small body?
He wants all of you that it fucking aches that this would have to stop. So he prolongs it. He fucks you slower when he can feel you almost cumming again and again and again. He kisses you, hungry for your taste, hungry for your whines.
He's so close, but not yet. Not fucking yet because he has to fuck you until you couldn't live on without him. Until you go as feral that you would finally shout at him. His little ball of fire. He wants you to fucking crave him as much as he already does.
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That's just too hot, Quinn. How many times do you have to run those fingers through your hair, sir? I mean, I am not complaining! I am just too mesmerized to listen to your words. Also, his jawline, his lips, his nose, his tongue! Don't get me started because I will not stop talking about all of his features. TOO GORGEOUS, SIR HUGGY BEAR!
(I'm not used to having gifs separate from the video 😞 so i slapped it on here 🥴🙂↕️😎. Same rambles too ofc. Just gifs here)
Literally pouting too many times (not enough. do it again)
Practice. Feb 18, 2025.
(I literally needed to watch it 5 times (that's a whole episode LOL) before his words sinked in. I feel bittersweet. He really wanted to play for 4Nations plus he's not getting his hopes up if he will play for championships coz they needed another injured player for him to play. He does not want that to happen. Although he looks so fucking good. 🥹🥹🥹 i miss him so much. ~9 minutes!!!)
Awww, Quinn. He's so tired. He got a cut on his nose. 🥺🥺🥺 That slut strand is killing me. Emotionally and Spiritually.
He's literally pouting.
Sobbing and staring disrespectfully aside, it was a tough game. We got brought up with the last game's (against Leafs) shutout win, then now down with an extremely huge gap in scores against Jets. I honestly got too frustrated with how the game turned out. Oh, the joys of Canucks hockey. But alas, we win some and we lose some. I hope we win more though...
(Postgame. Vancouver Canucks @ Winnipeg Jets, Jan 14, 2025)
