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❛ just tell me why we're here. ❜ Nilza & Andy
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She thought it was pretty obvious—why else go to a shop if not for the shopping? Did there need to be a specific reason why?
“I wanna see if anything's on sale,” Andy answered anyway, giving a toss of her hair and a roll of her eyes. A tiny smirk soon followed. “Besides,” she went on, reaching for Nilza’s fingers, “I might wanna buy you a present.”
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@bewitchingbaker sent: was that flirting? For Andy
“It wasn’t not flirting,” Andy said with a small laugh, deliberately choosing the most confusing way of admitting it. “But it doesn’t have to go beyond whatever it is we have.” She hadn’t put a label on it. They were friends. They liked to hang out. Chris was attractive and so was she… Why not flirt a little? Why not kiss? Why not maybe more?
Smiling softly, she focused on smoothing a wrinkle on his shirt. “I like you, Chris. Like like you. Isn't it obvious?”
#bewitchingbaker#ask#asks#ask; character#ask; andy#thread; Andy#title; was that flirting? (andy & chris)
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from this fic by @andiwriteordie
#tw: bruises#tw: asphyxiation#tw: trauma#aka me going ‘andi i have an angsty will headcanon’ in march and her going ‘I will write it’#byler#will byers#mike wheeler#stranger things#artovna#byler fanart#@ that one anon who asked when andi might be back: ta-daaaa
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ANDY SAMBERG as David E. Scherman LEE (2023) dir. Ellen Kuras
#andy samberg#lee 2023#moviegifs#filmgifs#filmtvtoday#userfilm#dailyflicks#filmedit#mensource#flawlessgentlemen#nessa007#tuserella#trueloveistreacherous#dailymenedit#cinemapix#dailytvfilmgifs#filmtvcentral#mygifs#guys he was amazing in this movie#his hotness did not distract from his performance#when he cried i cried :(#also uhhh dont ask about the coloring
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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:
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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 :)
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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.
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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 :)
#andy's asks🥤#andy writes anything🍄#quinn hughes#quinn hughes smut#quinn hughes blurb#quinn hughes x reader#qh43#nhl smut#nhl blurb
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I can’t believe you started this all out of spite
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@girlstump (sorry if wrong @!!!!) says:
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i say how about ALL OF THEM
#rule 63#fanart#art#digital art#fall out boy#fob#patrick stump#pete wentz#joe trohman#andy hurley#genderbend#genderbending#the carpal tunnel of love#fababoi#asks#fall out girl#girl out boy#??
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shirtless pro hero shouto on the cover of heroes illustrated!! and it comes with a fold out autographed poster if you get the first print run!! you line up early at the bookstore/konbini to get your copy and when you come home shouto's just returned from his morning run so he's a little sweaty with a towel around his neck... and he looks at you. looks at your prize clutched in your arms. starts pouting.
"is that why you left so early, love?"
you've been caught red handed.
"i am the real thing," he stalks towards you, "would you like to see?"
FUJI I HAD TO GO FOR A WALK AROUND MY HOUSE TO CALM DOWN LKLSDLJHKJFHKD
#you keep it stored away under your mattress and soon enough he starts to get pouty and irrationally jealous of magazine shouto lmao#enough that he rolls over you at the slightest hint of movement that you may be retrieving it#and distracts you so meticulously and thoroughly that you can't even see straight enough to process it once he's done with you 😌#ask andie
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What's Eating You, Mr. Barber?
Summary: You decide to test your man's patience with a prank you saw on TikTok. CLICK HERE to check out Ari Levinson's reaction to the same prompt.
Warnings: Mature Themes, References to Smut, Andrew Barber Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, TikTok Hijinks, Bickering, Manhandling, Ass Slapping, Daddy Kink, Allusions to Oral Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Prompt brought to you courtesy of a Reader Request. This fic features Andrew Barber from my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It’s hard for you to put into words just how much you love playing pranks on your unsuspecting husband. And after downloading TikTok, you’d discovered that the app was home to an online treasure trove of practical jokes designed to make your loved one’s head spin. While it had taken a few days for you to settle on the right prank, you were pretty confident that the one you’d chosen would earn you a fun reaction from Andy without you having to risk your ass in the process.
You find yourself grinning as you take your time prepping dinner, humming a little tune as you peel and press even more fresh garlic for your homemade tomato sauce. Tonight’s family dinner of spaghetti and meatballs promised to be very interesting. Which was why you’d also taken the liberty of setting up two hidden cameras – one in the dining room and one right here in your kitchen.
As of now, you had no plans to post this on your channel. But you also didn’t want to miss a minute of your man’s reaction. Until then all you had to do was play it cool for a couple more hours.
Later that Evening…
“Baby Girl, are you sure you don’t need any help?” Your husband asks after watching you make what easily had to be your third trip from the kitchen into the dining room.
Any other night you would’ve said yes, but not this one. Tonight you were flying solo. The cameras were already on and recording – you’d taken care of that before you’d started setting the table – and so far Andy hadn’t noticed a thing.
Hopefully you’d be able to keep it that way until it was time for the big reveal.
“No thanks, Big Man. This Mama only has to make one more trip and then we’ll be ready to eat.” You tell him before sitting two plates on the table in front of your two youngest children. You were down a kid tonight thanks to your oldest, Bianca, being away at a sleepover.
Andy nods before leaning over to adjust the small hand towel you’d previously tucked into the front of your three-year-old son’s t-shirt. Not that it really mattered all that much since you were positive he’d be swimming in sauce before the meal was over. But what kind of mother would you be if you didn’t at least try?
Biting your lip in anticipation, you scamper back into the kitchen to grab dinner for you and your husband. Andy’s plate was piled high with a generous serving of spaghetti and meatballs. Meanwhile, you give yourself hardly any.
And therein was the so-called prank. Earlier this week, you’d spent the better part of several hours gleefully watching as dozens of girlfriends and wives proceeded to serve their man impressive looking portions before sitting next to them with virtually empty plates for themselves. Many of the reactions had ranged from hilarious to heartwarming, with only a few dickish exceptions.
Glancing over your shoulder to ensure you weren’t being watched, you pick up various pans and quietly place them in your oven and out of sight. For this to actually work, Andy would have to believe that there wasn’t enough for seconds or leftovers. Once that’s done, you square your shoulders and confidently march back into the dining room with dishes in hand.
“I’m back.” You announce, placing a piping hot plate in front of Andy before taking your own seat at the table. “I tried something different with my sauce this time, so everybody dig in and tell me what you think.”
Andy absentmindedly rubs his palms together as he stares down at the fragrant heap of spaghetti before him. Silently, you will him to look over at what you’d served yourself, but you force yourself to remain quiet so as not to give yourself away.
“This smells amazing, sweetheart.” Your husband tells you, reaching for a piece of garlic bread. “I’ve been excited for this meal since you told me you texted me at 10:00am.”
“Glad to hear it, Daddy” You pick up the little bowl of parmesan you’d set out and hand it to your middle daughter, Katrina. “What does everybody else think?”
You take a brief glance around the table while you wait for feedback. And although you make a point of not looking at your husband, it’s impossible to miss the way he’s now staring at your nearly empty plate.
“Ooh.” You inwardly squeal, stopping just short of clapping your hands. “It’s starting!”
“What’s up with this?” His tone is rife with confusion, which only grows when you decide to ignore him in favor of dipping a small piece of bread into some sauce. “Hey – stop!”
“What?” When you finally deign to return his gaze. You have to choke back a laugh as you watch a bewildered Andy comically gesture between your two plates.
“What the fu–fudge,” he swiftly corrects, “is going on with your plate?”
“What do you mean?” You aim to keep your tone light and breezy.
Your husband lets out a frustrated sigh. “Where’s the rest of your food?” He jabs at your plate with his fork, holding up the half of a meatball you’d allowed yourself.
“This was all that was left.” You tell him with a shrug.
“What the hell are you talking about?” His confusion continues to mount even as pauses long enough to grab a napkin to wipe at his son’s increasingly messy fingers. “There was plenty of spaghetti left on the stove.” While he’s occupied you quickly check on little Rory, who appears to be faring slightly better.
“Not really.”
“Baby…” Andy pins you with a knowing look, one that you readily return.
“What? I…” You trail off, pretending to think. “After I realized BiBi wouldn’t be here tonight, I made some adjustments to the recipe. Turns out I didn’t make enough, so…” Another shrug. “This was all there was after I made everyone else’s plates.”
Andy is uncharacteristically quiet as leans back in his chair. Meanwhile, your children are busy staring at you, each of them sporting tiny, furrowed brows. Pursing your lips, you set your fork down on your plate and reach for your drink.
“You can have some of mine, Mama.” KitCat offers before sweetly pushing her plate towards you. The unexpected gesture touches your heart in more ways than one. Not to be outdone, your three-year-old twins also follow suit.
“That’s okay, babies. I’m perfectly fine.” You reassure them, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Besides, this is all I need and –”
“Thanks kiddos.” Your husband kindly interrupts as he places his napkin on the table. “That was very sweet of you, wanting to take care of your Mama like that.” His brilliant blue eyes beam with pride as he speaks. “But Daddy’s got this one.”
You’re momentarily taken aback when he stands, picking up his plate as he does. And you’re even more surprised when he motions for you to do the same.
“Can I see you in the kitchen for a moment?”
“Andrew, sweetheart, it’s okay. I promise.”
“Now, please.” It’s an order, that much you know. But at least your handsome ogre has enough sense to take on the word “please” at the end of it.
“Fine.” You huff before standing and following him out of the room, although not before encouraging your children to keep eating while you’re gone. Just because it was Friday doesn’t mean it was time to dispense their normal bedtime routines.
You were only playing a prank, not embracing total anarchy.
Once in the kitchen, you each take up residence in opposing corners. But of course, you’re careful enough to avoid blocking the view of the camera.
“Baby Girl.” Andy exhales, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Do you really mean to tell me that there’s no food left? You really made all that pasta and there’s nothing?”
“Yes, Andrew.” You lie without missing a beat. “I already told you. I trimmed down the recipe because –”
“Because Bianca is gone. Yes, I heard you.” He sets his dish down on the counter, openly scrutinizing it.
“So then what’s the problem?” You rest your back against your pantry while you wait for him to respond.
“The problem – my problem –” Andy is quick to amend, shaking his head. “– is that you expect me to sit back and watch you starve while everyone else eats. And I don’t like it.” He scrubs a weary hand over his beard. “Hand me your plate, beautiful.”
“Why?” It’s impossible to keep the suspicion out of your voice.
“Because I don’t need all of this.” He grunts, taking the plate out of your hands when you don’t comply fast enough. “In fact, I don’t need any of it. You eat and I’ll order myself a pizza after we put the kids down.”
“Andy!” You scoff, which comes out on the heels of a laugh.
“What?” The man is clearly confused by your dismissal of his offer. “I am capable of handling myself, okay? My hands work just fine.” He grates out, making a show of holding up a large, lightly calloused palm.
“But I…I made that plate for you.” You were seconds away from caving and you both knew it.
“And I’m telling you, my wonderful wife, that I want you to have it.”
“Oh, you really don’t have to –” You begin, wrapping your arms around yourself. It was time to fess up.
“Fine.” Andy breathes, taking a second to roll his broad shoulders. “Then we’ll split it.” He reaches for your hand, pulling you into his warm embrace so that he can whisper in your ear. “And then, after we put the kids down, we’ll order ourselves a pizza. Maybe open up a bottle of wine while we wait.”
“Yeah?” You murmur, relaxing as you bury your face in his chest.
God, he always smelled so good.
“Mhm.” He continues, nuzzling his nose against your curls. “And then, once we’re all giggly and buzzed, I’ll convince you to let me make love to you in front of the fireplace. We can even set up a booby trap so that we pretend like the children don’t exist.”
“Wow.” You can’t stop the giggle that bubbles its way past your lps. “Andy Bear, that sounds amazing. But I’m afraid I can’t.”
“Why the fuck not?” He rumbles as his brawny arms tighten around your smaller frame. You were pushing your District Attorney beyond his breaking point.
“Because.” Squirming out of his hold, you dance your way towards the oven in preparation for the big reveal. Hopefully your husband would be a good sport about all of this.
“Because?”
“Because…” You draw out the word, even as you go to open the oven to show him what’s inside. “There’s actually plenty of dinner leftover. See?” You throw your arms wide, but force yourself to stop just short of adding spirit fingers because you suspected he wouldn’t appreciate it.
“Baby, I swear…” Andy sighs, his hands slowly sinking into the pockets of his charcoal-colored slacks as he rocks back on his heels. Most likely to keep himself from strangling you, his lovely wife. “Why–what would possess you to lie about something like this?”
“First off, sweetheart, it’s called a prank.” You bridge the gap between your bodies so that you can wrap your arms around his trim waist. “And secondly, I saw it on TikTok. Ever heard of it?”
He glares down at you, which has you instinctively clenching your thighs together. That’s part of the reason you loved riling up your Big Man.
Being a brat got your motor running.
“I take it you have.” You stand on your tiptoes to kiss away his frown. “Well, I fell down the rabbit hole the other day while the kids were napping. There’s this whole, like, subsection that’s just pranks. And the latest one involved these women pranking their guys by serving them a huge plate of food, and then pretending like there’s nothing left for them to eat. The reactions were super entertaining, so I figured I’d test it out, you know? Just for fun.”
You grace him with your most dazzling smile, but unfortunately, he’s still having none of it. His frown only deepens as he tilts his face up towards the ceiling in an effort to summon all of his remaining patience.
“Are you mad?” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip while you wait for his answer.
“Yep.”
“C’mon, Andy Bear!” You pout before placing your hands on his biceps to give him a light shake.”Where’s your sense of humor?”
“Pretty sure I lost it the day you decided torturing me was your new favorite pastime.” He grumbles, although there doesn’t appear to be any heat in his words. “In fact, I have a feeling you just gave me several new grays.”
“Oh, don’t you dare blame me for those.” You tell him, playfully rolling your eyes at his dramatics. “I’ll have you know that you came home with those. I spotted ‘em the moment you walked through the door.” Your sassy response earns you a sharp crack to your ass, making you wince.
“Ow!”
“Brat.” He grouses, even as he presses a sweet kiss to your nose.
“Guilty as charged.” You hum, weaving your arms around his neck. “Besides, I had a feeling you wouldn’t let me starve.”
“Not sure it’s even possible to fail that challenge, Baby Girl. I mean, you’re my wife. My partner in crime. Did you really expect me to just let you go hungry?”
“You’d be surprised.” You mutter, making a mental note to show him a few videos featuring some of the men who’d actually failed the test. “But thankfully you didn’t. And neither did the kiddos. Which is why I will graciously allow you all to sleep inside tonight.”
You let out a tiny yelp when Andy suddenly grabs your ass with both hands, squeezing hard as he lifts you up. Unsure of what else to do, you immediately lock your legs around his waist. Right now you were just going along for the ride.
“Now is that any way to talk to Daddy?” Andy lovingly captures your mouth, lightly stroking his along the seam of your lips. “Especially after you played such a mean trick?” His once clouded blue eyes are now filled with mischief.
“Oh, I’m not sorry. But if it helps, I am willing to delete the video.” Your husband’s eyes go wide, letting you know that he hadn’t even considered the prospect of being recorded. So you keep talking, hoping to distract him. “And I still wanna get you drunk and take advantage of you after we put the children down for the night.” You run your fingers through his neatly coiffed hair, lightly scratching at his scalp with your nail.
“I don’t know if I should trust you.” He eyes you warily, making clear that he still hasn’t quite recovered from your earlier betrayal.
“What if…” You lean in close, lightly nipping at his earlobe. “I could find it in my heart to apologize between then and now? How does that sound, Big Man?”
“I mean I might be interested.” Andy shrugs, gently setting you on the counter before bracing his muscled arms on either side of you. “Out of curiosity, just what kind of apology are we talking about?” He gazes at you with lust-filled eyes, eagerly anticipating your response.
“The kind that’s best offered while on my knees, wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of thigh highs and garters.” You know you’ve got him when you hear him groan low in his throat.
“Fucky, baby.” Your husband hisses, burying his face in the valley between your breasts as his imagination suddenly kicks into overdrive. “Can you be sorry enough to wear the heels too? You know the ones I’m talking about.”
Oh. You knew exactly which ones he was talking about.
“I think so.” You murmur, stroking a tender hand along his back as he struggles to regain his composure.
“Then we’ve got ourselves a deal.” He grips your hips before kindly helping you down. “Now let’s go get those kids fed and off to bed.” Andy grabs your hand, tugging you behind him as you head back to the dining room to see about your babies.
“Slow down, Andrew.” You laugh as your legs scramble to keep up.
“No can do, Baby Girl.” He grunts, picking up his pace. “Daddy’s really looking forward to that apology. So be sure to eat up because…” He trails off when he comes face-to-face with his sauce covered little ones. “...You’re gonna need all of your strength.”
“You can count on it.”
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#cevansbrat0007 asks#chris evans imagines#andy barber imagines#chris evans smut#andy barber smut#chris evans x you#andy barber x you#chris evans x reader#andy barber x reader#chris evans x black!reader#andy barber x black!reader#chris evans x brat!reader#andy barber x brat!reader#chris evans x black reader#andy barber x black reader#chris evans x woc!reader#andy barber x woc!reader#chris evans x girlfriend!reader#andy barber x girlfriend!reader#chris evans x poc!reader#andy barber x poc!reader#chris evans x female!reader#andy barber x female!reader#chris evans x yn#andy barber x yn#chris evans x y/n#andy barber x y/n#cevansbrat0007growing pains series#chris evans fanfiction#andy barber fanfiction
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❝ i didn’t know you slept in that position … it’s cute. ❞ nil & andy
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“What position?” she asked, immediately untucking her legs and rolling onto her side in the bed. “With my ass in the air?” Andy had started sometimes sleeping like that as a toddler. It had fallen out of habit by her teens, but every now and then she woke up like that, or similarly, with drool on the pillow too.
“Yeah, that’s so cute.” She rolled her eyes, then started to grin. “Lucky I didn’t make it any cuter by farting.”
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@bewitchingbaker sent: "Write me a starter where...Chris and Andy encounter dopplegangers."
Andy’s eyes went wide when she saw two very familiar figures standing across the street. Immediately, she slapped her hand rapidly against Chris’s arm.
“Look! Over there! I told you I thought I saw you earlier!”
It appeared she’d seen someone who looked an awful lot like her friend—no, not an awful lot like but exactly like—and now there was someone who looked like her.
Shapeshifters? Demons? A glamour spell? Counterparts from another world? No option could amount to anything good.
“Holy shit.” She narrowed her eyes. “Do I really look like that? Oh my gods, I'm hot.” But this was no time to bask in her vanity. Andy shook it off. “C’mon. Let’s get to the bottom of this.”
#bewitchingbaker#ask#asks#ask; character#ask; Andy#thread; Andy#title; dopplegangland (Andy & Chris)#//this is gonna be interesting
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To add to the moon gender: Dreamweaver Cookie (mostly cuz they have collector vibes too lolll))
here :]
sorry for the late
#ask#shitpost#cookie run#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#helluva boss#poppy playtime#smiling critters#my little pony#mlp#star vs the forces of evil#svtfoe#andy's apple farm#aaf#the owl house#toh#pokemon#moon girl and devil dinosaur#the amazing digital circus#tadc#avatar the last airbender#atla#ena#dandy's world#dw#anonymous
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Whatever, pose aimlessly my Pyke /ref
For a bitch ass gay boy he’s hella fun to draw.
Wish I could stick to a style for ONE F KING SECOND but no.
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#I need to draw kavir#Andy could probably physically play a lot of his characters#like I cant not imagine Pyke as physically Andy with even funkier hair#started curse of strayd#not that anyone asked#legends of avantris#stardust rhapsody#pyke#pyke stardust rhapsody#art#dnd#procreate#digital art#adding more tags because less internet people are liking my posts and I’m a validation seeker#cheesus stardust#cheesus avantris
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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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(Same anon who asked for the kiddo’s of Ody, Poseidon, and Zeus. /You can find my real account in the comments\ I have more questions but I’ll ask one for now.)
How does Penelope and Telemachus feel about this?
Hello, dear anon! Sky's second in command here to answer your questions :3
I'm super happy to see you're enjoying the twins AU! As for Penelope and Telemachus, they're perfectly cool with it and love the babies with all their hearts <3
Penelope helped deliver the twins (along with Artemis) and is honestly sooo proud of her hubby for this. She was pregnant once as well, so she knows exactly what to do and how to help Ody through it all. She's his rock and biggest support in life.
Telemachus also adores the twins and sees them as his brothers. Honestly, he's been all on his own throughout most of his life so when he found out he was going to become a big brother, he was beyond elated! Dude spent days just losing his mind and going wild XD
The whole family loves the babies so, so much and spoils them like crazy. They'll grow up surrounded by love and attention <333
Anyway, thank you for asking and I hope this answer was good enough XD
If you want to know more, I suggest either asking me ( @shinedoitsulikeabright ) or @axt-bs . We created this AU together so we can answer better than Sky :3
#i'm honestly so so so happy to hear people liked this au#i love those babies#i'd die for them tbh#sorry i'm not as silly with my replies as sky sjsjj#i don't have his rizz </3#please don't hesitate to ask either me or andy about this au#i'm personally more than happy to yap about it all day long#i really need to come up with a name for this au...#SECOND IN COMMAND. / answered.#epic the musical#twins au#manwhore au#odysseus#penelope#telemachus#zeus#poseidon#odyseidon#odyzeus#mpreg tw#shinedoitsulikeabright#axt-bs
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Can we plz see a happy blorpling?
Yeah let me put some enrichment in its enclosure
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