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[sweetestdesire]

Hi, yes. I would just like to announce that I’d like to have a threesome with Brock Boeser and Quinn Hughes. That’s it. That is all.

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #please come again #brynn speaks 🤸🏼‍♂️

[sweetestdesire]

This is for science purposes and science purposes only. Please, don’t let me down, guys.

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[sweetestdesire]

Heyy how do you think jack, Luke and Quinn would wake up their girlfriend ?

Jack would be the type to soothingly rub your back to wake you up in the morning. If you were to be lying on his chest, he would gently trace random shapes onto your back, wondering how long it will be until you would be awake. If it’s been long enough and you’d be sleeping still, he’d quietly call your name, brush your hair back, and ask you to wake up. If you’d still be wanting to sleep, he’d just lay on top of you and kiss you until you were fully awake.

I think that Luke would wake up before you, likely due to Jack’s loudness in the morning. Luke would let you sleep for a few extra minutes as a courtesy, but he wouldn’t be able to wait much longer than that. It would start with his hand gliding across your stomach, that alone would pull you from the dream but not wake you. Then, his lips would be on yours and you’d be fully awake and responding. You’d always love waking to his kiss, you’d call it the sweetest thing since candy. There’d always be the slightest taste of cinnamon lingering on your lips after he kissed you awake.

We all know how lethargic Quinn can be. He wouldn’t be the type to wake up before you. But in the rare occasion that he would, he’d open his eyes, turn to make sure you were there, and slur out your name. Hearing his voice would wake you and you’d just murmur out a soft moan to let him know you were awake. He’d be too lazy to go to you, so he’d ask that you roll over to him. You’d roll over and crawl right next to him, and once he’d know you were awake, he’d pull you into a tight spoon position and hold you.

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[sweetestdesire]

Luke with a shy short gf that has a height kink. He would definitely make it his life goal to always make her blush only by standing tall and towering over her 🫠

Luke would love watching you get all shy and flustered around him. It’d be so easy for him to make your cheeks get all hot and your heart race, especially when all it takes is him peering down at you with a cheeky grin on his face. When you’d be leaning against the counter, he’d use that to his full advantage.

He’d cage you in with his arms, leaning against counter and lowering his head so he could kiss you. At team events when you’re talking to him, and it’s too loud for him to hear, he’d duck his head down closer to you so he could hear you better. Luke would be a teasing motherfucker, but you couldn’t deny how much you love it.

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[sweetestdesire]

Luke having to tilt your chin up every time you kiss even on your tippy toes because he is so tall and leading to you sitting on the counter so your legs don't hurt from standing on your toes for so long

No, because Luke’s kisses would be so soft, and he would never rush anything. He’d keep it gentle and light, letting his lips drag against your own, absorbing the heat of your blushing cheeks and lips. And it would always make your head dizzy because his intensity would never weaken, it may be a soft kiss but he’d still be drinking your lips and breathing the air in your lungs.

Luke would love that he’d be able to reach down to grab you by the legs and lift you up with ease so that you’re at his height and you could kiss him as much as you’d want. He’d love that when he’d lift you up with a hushed ‘jump’ mumbled into your mouth that you’d always giggle and throw yourself into his hold, always so eager to be manhandled by him so easily.

He’d also love that he’d have to stoop over to give you a kiss, whether it be in passing, a quick greeting, or you were being pouty with him that day so he’d have to tilt your chin towards him while he’d lean over you and press his lips to yours to soothe your irritation.

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[sweetestdesire]

no but luke just being a good fuck. my guy would make you go through rounds until he was done

Multiple rounds would be Luke’s thing for sure, and not even like back to back in one sitting, which you’d think would be less tiring than how he’d prefer it. Maybe twice in bed, once with his head between your legs and another with his hips snapping into yours. Then once in the shower, his wandering hands excused by his words. “Just wanna help you clean up, baby.”

Later that evening, Luke would have his hands between your legs while you’d stand in the kitchen, his body flush against yours from behind, one hand on your hip, the other forced down your open jean shorts, his head resting on your shoulder as he’d whisper encouragement. And then a final time that night, where you’d be the one to initiate it, still somehow craving him even after all this time.

#luke hughes #answered 💌 #brynn speaks 🤸🏼‍♂️

[sweetestdesire]

OMG wait you just inspired me.. instead of a smooch on the forehead i would accept a blurb about having car sex with quinn as a thank you for the tweets 🫣🫣🫣 you put the idea in my brain i’m sorry i think i need it now

Ask, and you shall receive. 🫡

“Fuck, Quinn.” Y/N gasped, and she leaned in and pulled him into a heated kiss, teeth and tongue and muffled moans mingling as their lips collided.

“I know.” Quinn groaned, and she felt the coil in her stomach start to unravel at his voice alone, deep and husky and needy all at once. “I know, baby.”

Quinn threw his head back against the driver’s seat of his car, mouth agape as he moaned loudly. There was an ache between his legs; he was so close, and Y/N felt so good, squeezing around him so tight. No one would ever take his cock like this, and no one would ever make him cum as hard as he knew he was about to.

“I’m close, Quinn.” Y/N gasped, biting her lip as she fought her eyes to stay open and stare at him falling apart right before her. He was so beautiful, sweaty skin glistening and swollen lips parted. He whined quietly, and they both inched their heads closer, foreheads meeting as their breaths fanned across their faces with each strangled gasp.

“Shit, I’m close.” Quinn grunted, and with a few more thrusts, he was spilling his hot cum into her, painting her walls white as he choked on a cry. “Fuck, Y/N.” He rasped.

And when they reached their orgasm for the second time, Y/N pulled his lips into a heated kiss once more, muffled whines pouring into his lips that he drank in greedily, arms wrapping around her tighter, pulling her closer. They both panted as they finished, cum dripping down her thighs and leaving a mess, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care as she slumped onto his chest, cheek pressing against it and feeling his heart hammer as he rubbed her back slowly while he caught his breath.

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[sweetestdesire]

quinn most definitely has a breeding kink

Anytime, anywhere, all Quinn would want to do is to fill you up and knock you up. His hands would grip your hips harshly, not hard enough to bruise but you’d think he’d be getting there. There’d be sweat beading at his hairline, sticking to his forehead. His face would be contorted to display the amount of pleasure he felt, and you’d be sure yours looked similar.

“Feels good?” Quinn would ask. You’d nod and he’d hum. “Yeah, I know it does, baby. Think I should put a baby in you, what do you think?” It’d be rhetorical, you’d figure as he’d continue. “Fuck, you’d look so pretty carrying our baby.” His eyebrows would furrow as he’d think and he’d throw his head back as a thought would come to him.

You’d whimper as Quinn’s thumb would toy with your clit, letting out noises so sweet that he’d crave their taste on his tongue as his mouth would be back on yours, drinking in your high-pitched moans. “Gonna give my pretty girl a pretty little baby.” He’d grunt.

You’d clamp down on him at those words, and it would hurdle him further into losing all composure, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist so he could sink in deeper. Quinn would hear you plead, hear your voice break as it would beg him to go faster, and then it’d be all a blur as he’d thrust into your weeping pussy over and over again, making you both choke on moans.

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[sweetestdesire]

quinn would give such good but messy head and he would grip your hips so hard to stop you from squirming and leave bruises

You’d first notice the marks when you’d be standing in front of the mirror in his shirt, stretching as you’d brush your teeth. At first, you’d think it was a trick in your eyes. You’d rub at them and then lift the end of the shirt to find marks on your hips. It wouldn’t take you too long to put it together. You’d just be a bit shocked, standing with your toothbrush hanging in your mouth.

It would take you back to when they were created, two days ago when Quinn came home from a long roadie. You were used to being the one to throw yourself at him after not seeing him in person for only a week. Phone calls and FaceTimes could only provide so much happiness. But it was him who had you pulled into his chest and eventually thrown over his shoulder as soon as your shoes were slipped off.

Quinn had you thrown back against the bed with your pants off before you could even ask him about his day. You still tried to do so, asking what he had gotten up to while he pulled your panties down and threw your legs over his shoulders. And then standing in the mirror a couple of days later, enough time for the bruises to make a temporary home on your hips, you’d be left with the reminder of what he’d likely do as soon as you’d see him again.

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[sweetestdesire]

Honestly, I think that Luke Hughes would take a game of UNO extremely personally. Like, that man would sit there stiff and unmoving as you’d try to apologize and kiss him after plus fouring him because he’d refuse to acknowledge you or kiss you back. In his eyes, that was war you’d just declared.

"Luke, c'mon.” Y/N whined, draping herself over him, pressing a kiss to his cheek in hopes he'll cave, to which he doesn't. He doesn't speak at all, in fact, arms crossed and staring blankly ahead. "Baby, it's been ten minutes. You can't possibly still be mad.” She groaned, making him huff.

"You plus foured me.” Luke spit, making her fight back a chuckle. “Three times. That was personal, Y/N."

"It wasn't.” She tried not to smile, but he saw it anyway and grumbled underneath his breath, turning his head and dodging a kiss to the lips so it landed on his cheek instead.

One thing Y/N learned from dating Luke was that he's not one to take a game of UNO lightheartedly. He was out to win, and disruptions of these plans wouldn’t be tolerated or forgiven any time soon. He was petulant almost, arms crossed and lips curled in such a deep frown, it was practically a pout.

"C'mon, baby.” Y/N chuckled. “I’m sorry, okay?" She said as she cupped his cheeks and pressed her forehead to his.

For a moment, she thought it was rather telling that he was the youngest of his family when he stubbornly refused to meet her eyes, looking anywhere but her even as her lips were millimeters apart from his. "Go away.” Luke huffed. “I was gonna win."

"I was gonna to win, too.” Y/N argued, making his face sour even more. “And I did.” She added cheekily, making him scoff.

"Okay, now I’m double mad at you."

"Then how can I make it up to you?" Y/N hummed against his cheek as she plant a gentle peck to the warm skin, tracing soft hearts with her thumb as she held the side of his face.

Luke leaned into her just a little, and she knew that she won. Y/N smiled like she was about to place the winning card after she gained the upper hand over him. "You can't.” He grumbled.

"I’ll kiss you for every plus four I hit you with.” Y/N bargained. Luke looked at her unimpressed, lifting a brow as if her offer couldn't be any less enticing.

"I drew twelve cards because of you.” Luke accused, glaring when she giggled. “Three kisses doesn't change anything.”

"Okay.” Y/N hummed. “Twelve kisses it is then." And then she kissed him, one by one across his face, counting after each press of her lips. Luke caved before she could even say four, leaning in and meeting her halfway in a soft, slow kiss, cupping the back of her head.

"By the way," Luke grinned once she pulled away, "I just realized you never said UNO. So that means your win doesn't count."

#you cannot tell me otherwise #this man would hold the biggest grudge against you #he’s the youngest child after all #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #brynn speaks 🤸🏼‍♂️

[sweetestdesire]

taking naps with jack would be the most soothing thing ever and you can’t convince me otherwise

I can’t stop thinking about sleepy Jack, all laid up in bed or on the couch, half covered in blankets, looking so soft and cuddly. When he’d be taking a nap and you’d happen to be tired too, you’d have to join him. You’d change out of your clothes and into something comfy and soft, and then carefully crawl into bed with him where he’d be already passed out, one arm behind his head with the other draped over his stomach.

You’d gently lift that arm and sneak underneath, being so careful not to bother him too much as you’d lower yourself onto his chest, allowing his arm to fall onto your back. Jack would stir and wake up a little bit, blinking at you all bleary-eyed as he’d sigh softly at your presence, pulling the blanket up over you and pulling you snug against him with that arm around your waist. The other arm would drift to the back of your head, cradling it as he’d lazily stroke your hair a couple of times.

Jack wouldn’t say anything and neither would you, he’d just drift back to sleep because your weight on him would be so comforting. His steady breaths would make your head rise and fall like a boat on waves, cheek squished against his heartbeat, your legs intertwined. 10/10 need to nap with him right now.

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[sweetestdesire]

luke’s hand is so big and he would use it for evil:

on your hips, on your waist, squeezing your thighs, pinning your wrists, tilting your head, draped around your throat, groping your tits, fisting in your hair, slapping your ass, cupping your whole cunt, rubbing the meat of his palm against your clit while he fingers you deep, gripping his own cock tight to try to keep from coming while he lets the tip glide up and down your wet slit, hiking your knee up so he can fuck you deeper

His hands are so goddamn big, like dear God. Just think of the fact that Luke could definitely hold both your hands in only one of his own. Picture it, your tits pressed into the sheets and your hips barely held up on their own with the way your thighs are trembling because pussy cunt is aching in the best way. Luke’s chest is pressed against your back, his cock snug inside your pussy, fucking in and out of you so lazily.

Lewd noises of your slick mixing with all your breathy little moans that he adores, and Luke wrapping one hand over your hip and covering your stomach to help hold you up as the other hand reaches up, holding both your wrists together above your own head, pressing them into the mattress and keeping them there as he rolls his hips into yours and moans in your ear, letting all his filthy thoughts out for you to hear.

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[sweetestdesire]

what do u think each of the boys (trevor and hughes) kinks are?

I feel like Trevor would have an overstimulation kink. He’d be like a kid in a candy shop when it came to sex. He’d know you have a limit, but he’s going to take his pleasure like the little bastard he is. I also see Trevor having a spanking kink. It would be a lot of smacks in random areas — tits, thighs, occasionally the cheek if you’re starting to zone out on him after your 3rd orgasm.

Quinn most definitely eats pussy like a starving man. He’d throw your legs over his shoulders and fucking dive in. If he’s feeling fucking feral, he’d go straight for the clit and watch you absolutely lose your mind while he yanks orgasm after orgasm out of you. Most of it is for his own enjoyment; he’d like the act, the taste, the way your muscles and thighs end up shaking to the point that they tremble for hours after he’s done.

I see Jack being into public sex. If you try to rile him up by saying something dirty into his ear, or touching him sensually under the bar table, prepare to be fucked instantly. He would drag you and fuck wherever you are: behind the bar, on the boat, or the public bathroom. Cockwarming would be another kink of his. Jack would like the closeness of it; of the sheer act of being inside of your body and basking in all the softness and heat that’d be so different from any other act of intimacy.

Luke? Size kink, hands down. Need I say more? Luke is a giant, it’s so obvious and seeing how tiny you look next to him would drive him absolutely crazy. And he’d revel in it. You would be practically swimming in his clothes and his favorite thing of his that you wear would be his jersey. Anytime you’re at a game, you’ve got it on. Even if you’re watching from home, you’d still wear it. He’d enjoy manhandling you like a rag doll.

#jack hughes #trevor zegras #quinn hughes #luke hughes #answered 💌 #brynn speaks 🤸🏼‍♂️

[sweetestdesire]

your recent luke smut has me thinking abt luke watching it while he’s away on a roadie,, im sorry so thirsty nowadays

Luke would suck in air between his teeth, stroking his length with his fingers. The screen of his phone would be the two of you, showing Luke thrusting into you echoing throughout the room. You’d somehow look so different on screen, your facial expressions and moans intensified. He’d watch his own body fuck into you, groaning and biting all over your neck, and as his past self fucked you he thrusted into his own hand, imagining the same sensation.

A deep groan would come from his throat as the muscles in his arm would be burning, getting tired from stroking so long, but he’d hold his orgasm off, wanting to match the pace the two of you had that night you filmed the video. “Fuck, Y/N.” He’d whisper, eyes fluttering closed. He’d try to keep them open, wanting to watch you writhe in pleasure, but the sensation of his own hand along with the sounds and sight of you under him was too much.

Luke would thrust up into his fist, fucking himself through his orgasm that would crash into him. Right as he’d cum, you’d whine out from the screen that you were too, and he’d moan right along with you, picturing how your face would contort in pleasure, toes curling and legs wrapping around his torso. He’d lay on the bed with his hand covered in his own cum, panting as the video ended, screen going black and the visual reminder of you gone.

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[sweetestdesire]

luke is just so tall just the thought of looking up at him all the time 🤤

No, because I always find myself thinking about the casual dominance of Luke’s height. When he’d be standing around the house, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes looking down at you. You’d go over to reach for a glass in the cabinet that you definitely could’ve gotten on your own, but Luke would already be turning around and grabbing it, but not without you noticing how it’d be practically eye height for him.

You could be walking through the doorway and Luke would already be leaned against it and you’d just know he was going to try to stop you. Which, he would, hand on your hip, quick fingers slipping in the belt loop of your jeans to pull you back. Leaving you to lean against the opposite side of the doorway, eyes staring up at him, heart thudding behind your chest because holy shit, is he fucking hot.

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[sweetestdesire]

jack the kind of guy to let you lay between his legs with your back to his chest as he lazily fingers you

You’d gently lay your head back against Jack’s shoulder as you’d feel his two first fingers slowly circle your clit, jerking your hips forward in order to feel any sort of increased friction. While one hand would be busy pleasing your wet pussy, his other hand would be gently massaging your breast as he’d gently nibble on your ear, whispering such sweet, yet filthy things like, “Your clit’s already so swollen just from me teasing you, eh?”

And all you could do is just nod, because the need for him to sink his fingers deep inside you would have your head swimming. Jack would keep dipping his fingers deep within your folds, teasing you just to see how you’d react. “Tell me you want my fingers inside you, pretty girl.” He’d whisper, and you couldn’t help yourself but to whine out a response. “Please, Jack. Just want your fingers inside my pussy.”

Jack would know that he couldn’t deny such pretty words from such a pretty girl. And so you’d gasp and mewl as his calloused fingers sank deep, deep inside your pussy, and soon enough you’d find yourself humping his fingers until you came all over his hand.

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