#andy's asks🥤

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Andy! Did you see Luke’s curls tonight🤤🤤🤤Can I get your thoughts on tugging them????

i had a friend in attendance last night and she told me that luke's curls are even BETTER in person... so yes, i doooo have thoughts on tugging them

i think it goes one of two ways; he gets subby...

you're in the bedroom. the lights are dimmed and soft. luke is shirtless beneath you and from where you're straddling his lap, you can feel his cock swelling in his sweats. each time you shift or grind forward, luke's cock grows. you're kissing him, running his hands up and down his chest, until luke's hands cement themselves on the curve of your waist and pull you closer. that's when one of your hands goes into the curls at the nape of his neck, finally long enough to bounce when he moves or wrap around your finger when his head is on your lap and you're watching a movie together. you pet over his sternum with the other hand. as his tongue slips into your mouth, you run your fingers through the curls. you grip them in a clenched fist when luke presses his bulge against your cunt. when you pull, just a slip of the hand, luke shivers and moans into your mouth. emboldened, you do it again. "fuck," luke groans. his cock twitches in his pants. you bring your other hand to his hair and tug with both, maneuvering his head back to bare his neck. you trail open-mouthed kisses down his throat, stopping just before his collarbone, and sucking at the flat expanse of skin there. luke's breath hitches and his hands go lower, resting on your behind, his hips bucking up against you. "like it when i put my hands in your hair, baby?" you ask, ghosting a kiss over his adam's apple. luke lets out a strangled whine when you tug again, his control slipping as he surrenders to the pleasure you're giving him.

...or he gets.. ferocious.

he leaves the shower with his curls dripping and a towel wrapped around his waist. you're in nothing but a big shirt of his and your panties, although with the heat that's growing between your legs, you might have to change them before bed. you watch luke remove his towel and pull on his underwear, shaking his curls out and using the edge of the towel to scrunch them up. he catches your eye in the mirror above the dresser. "take a picture," luke teases, not needing to finish the common jest to get his point across. "you like my hair that much, baby?" he turns to face you, approaching the bed and crawling up your body. he places kisses where there's bare skin– your thighs, your neck, your cheek, and finally, your lips. already, you're panting, lips parted and breathing heavily, the air between your bodies growing humid and thick. luke smirks when he looks you in the eye, putting a hand between your legs to spread them, settling between them and pressing his cock to your clothed core. "you wanna touch?" he continues. "wanna make a mess of my curls?" you bite your lip and nod. luke takes your hand and brings it to the back of his head. he takes the other and brings it to the long curls on top, which twist around your fingers like vines covering a chain-link fence. "go on," luke encourages. his eyes flutter shut when you pull his hair, your grasp firm. luke pins you to the pillows, moaning into your mouth as he claims your lips in a searing kiss.

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plz feed us a little quinn blurb i need him so bad

mattias anon and i were talking about quinn's hand after seeing this pic of the injury the other day:

and i said "how is he meant to finger you in these conditions" and she replied "good thing he has a mouth!" so here is a munch!quinn thought :)

Quinn's eyes are dark as they stare up at you, cataloguing each contortion of your expression. His eyes seem to glint with pride each time his tongue draws a moan from you, alternating between your clit and your entrance.

He'll tease you one minute, then overwhelm you the next. He'll trace his tongue along the rim of your hole before dipping inside, licking into you as far as he can before pulling away. He'll circle his lips around your clit and suck harshly until you're writhing beneath him, latching onto the bundle of nerves the same way he does with your nipples.

Quinn has never been one to complain about having something in his mouth– not when that something is as pretty and as tasty and as vocal as you.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Quinn will ask knowingly, pulling away to give you a moment of reprieve before diving back in.

"Mhm," you hum, high in the back of your throat. You're so pent up from his tongue that yours feels too twisted to form words.

"So sweet," Quinn murmurs, licking a stripe up your cunt with the flat of his tongue. Then, he peppers kisses all over your inner thighs, finally returning to your core to toy with your clit. The tip of his tongue flicks over it rapidly, sending shockwaves through your system.

Quinn's gaze seems to dance with laughter when you arch off the bed and moan, hands flying to his hair and fisting the strands. His eyelids flutter when you pull at the mess of dark waves atop his head, the vibrations from his own moan traveling up your spine.

"Gonna come from just my mouth, baby?" Quinn asks. Sounding extra pitiful, he adds, "It's too bad I can't fuck you with my fingers. I know how you love being full." His face breaks into a smile, smug as he dives back in and prods at your hole. He nudges your clit with his nose, making sure to catch your reaction.

You don't bring up that his other hand works just fine, and he could use that instead, because you're caught up in the way your stomach coils. His tongue pushes past your entrance and pets your walls, and his nose bumps your clit again, and again, and again. Your hips are moving mindlessly, grinding against his face as you chase your orgasm, and Quinn simply looks up at you though his eyelashes. He never enjoys himself quite as much as he does when you use him to find your own climax.

ps! i have a few beaquinn ideas and quinn x reader ideas that i've been playing with in my mind, but i'm trying to finish stg10 at the moment. so those will come one day. i want to be better about posting more often!! i feel like i am not... but that's allowed. just keep letting me know what y'all want to read and i'll add it to the list :)

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lukey + riding thoughts?

luke, whose messy curls are flying every which direction.

luke, whose hazy, lust-filled eyes get more and more hooded each time you pull away.

luke, whose blown out pupils and fluttery eyelashes follow your every move.

luke, whose flushed cheeks and puffy pink lips make you want to take a picture so you can admire him whenever you want.

luke, whose eager mouth tries to follow after you every time you pull away, chasing your lips.

luke, whose red blush creeps down his neck.

luke, whose heartbeat is so quick and loud that you can practically feel it as you trace over his chest.

luke, whose stomach flexes whenever he bucks up against you, desperate to feel your warmth around him.

luke, whose cock drips precum as you rock your folds along the length of him.

luke, whose fingertips dig into your ass each time you roll your hips against him.

luke, whose length fills you so well that it makes your eyes disappear into the back of your head.

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i feel like luke accidentally hurts you without meaning to. i mean, we know he's big, so there's one example, but he'd also be so addicted to how you feel around him that he wouldn't realise the fingertip-shaped bruises forming on your hips thanks to his tightening grip. he's also definitely mindlessly murmuring pleas into your skin even if he's on top.

luke is so gentle giant to me that i don't think he would actually hurt you, accidental or not, unless you had a conversation beforehand about wanting him to hurt you or mark you up in a bdsm setting with the proper safewords and boundaries.

that being said, i feel that luke would love to see his marks on your body. dom!luke will spank your ass until it's pink and there is an outline of a handprint on your cheek. he will fuck you from behind with his hands on your hips, holding you tightly so that you can't get away from the snap of his thrusts. he'll suck on your neck and your tits and your thighs until they're covered in purple hickeys that will last for days and remind you who you belong to.

after the fact, once the scene is done, i also think that luke will kiss each mark and his whispers will transform from dirty words to sweet praises telling you how good you are and how well you took him while he was fucking you.

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quinn would nip at your thighs while eating you out if you squirm too much

quinn nuzzled the juncture of your thighs, right where your legs meet your hips, and his hot breath ghosts over your sensitive skin. your body is teeming with apprehension, aching for the touch that is so close. he drags his nose along your slit, inhaling. "you smell so fucking good," quinn growls before his tongue attaches to your cunt in a long, slow lick that has you bucking off the bed. quinn's eyes lift to your face. "eager, hm?" he asks, blowing cold air over your slick folds. you whimper, trying to grind against his face, but he holds you in place with heavy hands on your hips. "quinn, please," you beg, twisting your hands in the sheets at your sides. "shh," he soothes you, "i've got you." he seals his mouth over your clit and sucks hard, making you cry out. when your hips jerk under his palms, quinn separates from your sweet wetness and his teeth pinch the thin skin on your thighs. you yelp and freeze. quinn lifts his head, his eyes flickering with amusement. "stay still for me," he commands before diving back in, sucking and flicking your clit relentlessly. you pant and tremble under his ministrations, but stay as still as you can despite the intense heat coursing through you. yet, when his right hand leaves your thigh and his fingers plunge into your core, you can't help but writhe. he grazes your thigh again, harder this time, pain receptors firing in your brain weakly, overpowered by the swirls of pleasure clouding your mind. "quinn," you drawl weakly. "i warned you," quinn replies. "stay still for me." his words rumble against your flesh and his tongue returns to your slit, lapping at you greedily.

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Quinn’s hot tub picture…can we have some quinn thigh riding thoughts 🤭

the question is, why do you want to get off on quinn's thighs all the time? why does quinn want you to get off on his thighs? the answer is: it's the humiliation.

"look at you," quinn breathes out, biting his lower lip and scanning your figure. what he means is, 'see how easy you are? see how i don't have to lift a finger to make you feel good?'

"that's it," quinn praises lowly. his fingertips brand your hips, searing his fingerprint on your skin. between the lines, he encourages you to keep going. 'hump my leg until you come, baby,' is what he wants to say.

quinn catalogues your every shudder. he likes the way your eyes get wild when you lose yourself in the feeling, putting aside all of your worries about how you look– how desperate you are to have him close, even if he's not doing anything.

he drags his finger through the patch of slick you leave on his thigh when you're done, then brings it to his own mouth. he licks his finger clean and revels in the way your pupils dilate, lips parting with want. he repeats the action but allows you to taste yourself this time, subtly tapping his foot to start the whole process over again. he won't be satisfied until you melt into him and beg for him to touch you more.

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more people need to know about this pic honestly

Oh my god CECE where did you find this?? I've never seen it before!!

Quinn in his big shirt with such a fun pattern, barely taller than whatever he's holding (thought it was a putter but it's not?), with his baseball cap☹️ baby Quinn is always soo sweet and I want to hug him and BABY JACK!! My goodness I can't even begin to describe how cutie baby Jack is :(( look at his chunky sandals he's just a little guy, they're both so littleeeee I just want to give them a squeeze

U r sparking my baby fever AGAIN i need to write more parent!beaquinn

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thoughts about luke hughes size kink? pls im desperate for any crumbs im so sick about that man

LOTS of thoughts about Luke's size kink:

Luke loves to have you in positions where your size is embellished– he loves to fuck you in missionary so that he can see his dick moving inside of you, often pressing down on your stomach so that he can feel himself too. He loves when he has you on all fours so that he can place his palms over your hips and sides, unable to do anything but groan and fuck you harder when he sees just how much skin his hands can cover. He loves when you're on top, sinking onto his cock with a slacked jaw because, as you've said, "It's just so big." Luke loves when you start to bounce on him, losing yourself in the pleasure. He loves to fuck you against the wall, folding your legs up so that he can sink in deeper. Really, he loves to fuck you against the wall because it's just so easy for him to hold you, his short-statured girlfriend, right where he wants you.

It's not lost on you, either– Luke has filled out and grown over the past few months and your big boy has gotten even bigger. You love touching his engorged muscles and feeling his cock abuse your tight hole like a battering ram. Luke's size is intoxicating and you are positively addicted.

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Helllooo Andyyy😈 I heard you wanted Luke thoughts/thots and I was summoned. Currently have trying ice play with Luke on my mind right now, how squirmy he would be under the ice cubes until he thinks it's unfair how you get to watch and tease him, running the ice over his chest and down his stomach. How he turns the tables and has you underneath him, watching you arch your back and whine out, the water running down the valley of your chest killing him. And this is me, so he's gonna be obsessed with your tits. Do what you desire with this, I'll take anything hehehehehe <333

meggyyyyyy idk how i missed this yesterday because i was definitely awake when you sent it??

ice play with luke seems like one of those things that you'd bring up and he'd one-up you. like, it starts with you and an ice cube, tracing the lines of luke's torso until water is pooling on his sternum and collarbones and in his belly button and soaking the band of his underwear. you run the melting ice cube over his nipples to see him squirm and hear him whimper, but the second you start to bring the ice cube lower... he's got you on your back and his own ice cube in his hand.

he teases you the same way, first. he draws wet lines up the sides of your neck and over your breasts and stomach. he holds the ice cube to your nipples and keeps it there until you're positively begging him for– something. something different? to take them away? for more? luke can't tell, not with how his eyes are stuck on the waterfall of dewdrops that fall between your tits and down towards your core. just as his ice cube is halfway through melting, luke pops it in his mouth.

he removes your panties.

and his lips circle your clit.

luke lets the ice cube cool his tongue before he licks a long stripe up your core. the rest of his mouth is still pretty hot, like it always is, but his tongue is ice-cold and burning with contrast. it's more wet than it normally is and luke is more feral than he normally is, grabbing another ice cube and continuing to run it over your skin blindly. at one point, he pulls away so that he can get his cold tongue on your nipples and show them some love, which is when he brings the ice cube to your clit and uses it like a toy, circling the bundle of nerves while you keen and arch your back and try to twist your hips away because it's so much, luke, oh my god–

and he makes you come with the ice cube attached to the apex of your thighs. he's started to shift his cock into you by then, filling you while mouthing over your tits with that cold mouth and circling your clit with the slippery piece of ice. the melting water, so chilly, drips down to where you and luke meet and he, admittedly inadvertently because he's so lost in how you feel, fucks it into you.

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need some exhibition kink jack thoughts PLEASE

this has been marinating in my inbox for over a week because i was trying to think of an idea that i haven't read or written before and i landed at...

jack fucking you on the roof of your building.

maybe it's late. maybe you had a haphazard picnic or maybe it's your anniversary or maybe it's valentine's day and jack wanted to do something special. perhaps he'd had a long day, or you had, and you wanted to get some fresh air.

you look at the city lights... at the stars that you can see (not as many as the sky above the lakehouse, but you're not picky). you leave your phones downstairs and you talk until the wind chill has finally seeped through your coat and clothes and skin and into your bones and you pout "i'm cold, jack" and he can't have that–

he warms you up with a kiss, then another. his hands roam over your body and his tongue licks against yours like a flame...

before you know it, your body is overheating with pure need for jack, and he's fumbling with your coat and your blouse. he's pushing them off of your shoulders and letting them drop to the stone floor of the roof, shedding his own clothes nearly as fast. before long he has you bent against the ledge where you'd rested your elbows and admired the skyline, promising to fill you with something warm, something only he can give...

"what if someone sees?" you manage to get out when your eye catches on a lamplight coming from the building across the way. the lit apartment is a few floors down from your roof, but the buildings are the same height and not very far apart. anyone on the top floor, or on their own roof, or the passengers of the airplanes that are descending towards newark airport could see you.

jack assures you that there's a blanket of darkness on the rooftop, but even if there wasn't, he thinks it's rather hot... that fact that he's able to take you wherever he wants to, without worrying about being seen. he's more than willing to show the world how good you are for him, so long as you'll let him. he tells you how he always wants to touch you, even when you two are with the team or at an event or out to dinner. he wants you to sit on his lap or kneel between his thighs with everyone around, just because you're his and because you can.

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luke buying you an L necklace and then biting it while fucking you in missionary

TROYYYYYYYYYYYY (iykyk)

Luke gasps and lets out a groan of pleasure, crumbling down on your body and crushing you. His hips are still moving inside of you, just pumping steadily and overwhelming Luke. His lips bruise your neck, inching closer to the thin chain and 'L' pendant that acts as his branding iron.

He's not a possessive guy per se, but a rush overcame Luke when he saw the shiny necklace that cradled his initial. He had immediately bought it and gifted it to you, fixing the necklace on your neck. You hadn't taken it off since– and Luke has started to fuck you in missionary much more often, just so that he can watch the way the necklace moves as he thrusts into you.

With one final bite to your neck, Luke's lips close around the 'L' pendant and he tugs. The chain digs into the back of your neck as he pulls, just moving with his thrusts, marking you painfully before you succumb to the pleasure of it.

Luke leaves your skin pink each time you fuck, either from being so flushed and used or from being so marked up by his swollen lips. This time, he leaves a pink ring around your neck from your necklace. It looks even better than the print of his hands and fingers curling around your unblemished skin.

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The new Luke picture has me thinking a lot of thoughts. Mainly: I need to ride his thigh.

This guy🤤 (P.s. can we talk about how TIGHT his shorts are around the crotch? Luke baby that can't be comfy. Have some decorum!!)

Riding Luke's thighs would be crazy because he'd smirk up at you the whole time. Luke to me is pretty confident in bed, knowing what he likes and how to satisfy you, so I think that sometimes he might enjoy letting you explore his body for your own pleasure— which is where thigh riding comes in.

His thighs are just so appealing, with their bulging muscles and light dusting of hair. Luke loves the way you moan and throw your head back as you rock on his hips.

"That's it," Luke coos, encouraging you. He's got half a smile on his face and his eyes are warm and attentive. His hands are light as they dance across your waist, hips, and ass, occasionally clutching at your skin just because they can. "Take what you need, sweetheart."

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“I, uh- I might’ve left a few marks.” With Nico Hischier please! 🤩

Nico holds your wrists above your head with one hand. He thumbs your clit with the other, his hips snapping against yours in an unrelenting rhythm that has rendered you speechless. All you can do is whine and babble in his ear, and it's music to Nico.

His lips and teeth are just as unrelenting. He seems to be everywhere– your lips, your neck, your collarbones, your shoulders, your tits, your nipples... it's endless.

Nico has got to be a superhuman being with the way he's igniting your body. Each kiss has your temperature rising and each hickey makes you feel like your brain is melting into gooey mush. You've already come twice– once on Nico's fingers and once with his very talented mouth attached to your clit, so your climax blindsides you.

You come forever, it seems. You're wiggling beneath Nico, overstimulated, but still chasing the pleasure he's giving you. After all, there's something you haven't received yet– his cum. Your reward for being his perfect girl, always.

"Nico," you whimper, begging him with teary eyes.

"Almost there," he says, sinking his teeth into the meaty skin between your shoulder and neck, marking you with indentations that will be hard to hide the following day. He spills inside you, using his bite to keep himself quiet. He groans as he comes, his hips moving more slowly. You gyrate beneath him, taking as much as you can because you're greedy if nothing else.

You're far gone, too lost in your pleasure to understand why Nico's pressing his thumb against seemingly-random spots on your body once he's wiped you down with a wet rag. His voice is what brings you back to Earth– "I might've left a few marks, schatz," Nico murmurs.

"That's okay," you mumble in reply. "So did I."

Nico laughs, throwing a glance over his shoulder to try and capture the reflection of his back in the mirror across from the bed. Your hands were restrained for the finale of your evening for a reason– about two dozen raised scratches on Nico's broad back, angry and prominent, just like the hickeys sprinkling your torso.

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Super random! But I was thinking about frat! Jack (as one does🤭) and I couldn’t help but think about frat! QUINN.

Frat Quinn who isn’t super showy about the fact that he’s in a frat but all the brothers LOVE him because he’s just quinn and he wouldn’t want to be president because of all the duties but he’d settle for being VP or Pledge Master if his buddies were also chairmen

Frat Quinn who gets introduced to you through one of your friends dating one of his friends and he immediately is so down bad

Frat Quinn using the pledges to deliver you flowers and messages throughout the day from him on days that he’s busy as he’s trying to win you over to go on a date with him

I could go on🤭 because the idea of Frat Quinn is something that needs to be discussed🫣

frat quinn you will ALWAYS be famous!!!!:

frat quinn who rushed in the second semester because he wasn't sure if he wanted to be in a frat, because he's a quieter kind of guy and most frat guys are LOUDLOUDLOUD. he made friends in his first semester with a couple of guys who rushed and they managed to convince him to join– notably, of course, his bestieboo josh norris, who went ΟΣ in the first semester and thinks quinn would love to be in a frat.

frat quinn who goes ΞΧ because they wanted him the most and the members accepted him immediately, especially the president Bo who took quinn under his wing and helped him adjust to frat life before he graduated

frat quinn who keeps to himself and studies in the house his sophomore year instead of the library, since he's required to live in the house anyway and the study room they have is barely ever used as is... and other members start to notice so they nominate him to be academic chair as a joke but he actually really likes the position, which gets him more involved with the frat

frat quinn who goes from academic chair as a sophomore to VP of Operations as a junior and senior because he wants to be part of the behind-the-scenes stuff... but he learns that he THRIVES in high pressure situations

frat quinn who meets you at a sorority-fraternity-mixer meeting between the presidents, VPs of operations, and VPs of membership of your organizations and is immediately smitten

frat quinn who begs (TW) garly to designate some of his pledges as quinn's little minions so that he can win you over

there's a pledge delivering your favorite flowers and food to your place, there's a pledge who meets you after your least favorite class with a sweet little affirmation to make you feel better, there's a pledge who offers to do your homework for you (who you turn down) but then he morphs into your weather pledge (who sends you the forecast every day and hypes you up when you eventually start sending him Fit Checks)

how does frat quinn know all of your favorite things and your class schedule? well, nat, of course! millsy's gf is the president of your sorority and would LOVE to get you two together

eventually, frat quinn himself shows up outside of your least favorite class and asks you to formal with that sweet, tilted, shy smile of his, and you have to say yes. because how could you ever say no to him?

frat quinn who always plans the cutest weekend dates and invites you to come to tailgates for the football games (always making sure to supply his personal cooler with your favorite drinks)

frat quinn who kisses you for the first time after a buzzer beater field goal that sends your team to the playoffs for the first time since you've been at university, eyes wild and massive smile on his face, then apologizes immediately after because you never explicitly said that you wanted to kiss him and he just got excited and.... you shut him up by kissing him again

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frat!jack removing his shirt everytime he eats her out bc he likes the feeling of her legs on his bare shoulder OHH

ughhhhh it's been so long since i thought about frat!jack and, like real jack, i don't imagine him as an EATER (although he enjoys doing it if his girl takes control)...

but if she shaves her legs that day? if she gets her legs waxed? if she removes the hair in some other way?

he's touching her ALL THE TIME. if they're sitting on the couch, her legs are over his lap and his hand is running over her skin.

that quickly escalates to frat!jack laying her back and pulling his shirt over his head, his hair all messy and wild even before she gets her fingers in it. he crawls between her legs and brings her knees over his shoulders, reveling in the way her calves press against his shoulder blades. the smooth skin is intoxicating to touch and jack wants it on him all the time...

(which means that not only does he pay for her to get her nails done every month, in order to get red scratches on his back while he fucks her... but he also starts to pay for her monthly waxes... and he loves it)

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imagine getting 43 tattooed on your hip bone for quinn and whenever he sees it he bites it im soooooo ahdheiwkjdjdjs

imagining quinn seeing the tattoo for the first time and being like "need to touch need to kiss" (i.e. his brain short-circuits) so his gf has to be like "NO do not put your mouth on my tattoo until it's healed" bc obviously she doesn't want to mess up the tatt!!! so quinn has to be all pouty and wait for about a month until the skin has fully healed (and his gf wants to test his self control)...

so the second that that month is over, quinn is all over his gf, constantly touching her tattoo and tracing it (ESPECIALLY while he eats her out OH i'm sick). anytime he sees it, he has to kiss it. she starts wearing the stringiest bikinis during the summer, which drives quinn crazy, and when they're at home, she'll walk around in his big shirts and no underwear just to make his head spin.

OH that's making me ill i have to stop here but you're so right. quinn would bite and kiss and lick that thing EVERY chance he gets🤤🥵