#slutty saturday

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

slutty saturday: tongue kissing with gator/season 4 steve/baron?

oooh okay nonnie, how about all three? 🤭

content warnings: penetration (yum) 😌✨

Gator:

you’re in the backseat of his SUV. parked a little ways away from the gas station and it’s late at night. you’re almost folded up against the window, gator is pressed on top of you, one hand behind your head and the other gripping your outer thigh tightly. the kisses were needy, his phone ringing with questions and insults from his father, he was needed somewhere in 10 minutes. but not as much as he was needed right now. your tongue rode along his bottom lip with a kiss, as he pulled back with a smirk. ‘yeah?’ he’d mumble lowly as you nod, his mouth capturing yours again as his tongue slid against your lip too. the next kiss was messier, tongues rolling over each other ruthlessly, met with moans from the both of you as your hands gripped at his shoulders tightly. his hips grind down against yours, the camouflage pants straining with his need. “please, need you Gator, fuck the fucking job.” contemplation crossed his face as he thought about taking you on the backseat of his car. but all the blood was rushing through his cock and his mind was only focused on your breathy gasps at each roll of his hips against yours. ‘fuck it.’ he groaned, unbuckling his pants. as he reached in to palm at himself, his phone buzzed. his dad yelled at him to get a move on and he’d sit up in defeat, shuffling his hips slightly to try and tame the hardness that had grown. “this doesn’t end here, sweetheart.”

(i’m ovulating at this already but onwards we go)

Season 4! Steve:

I’m imagining lunch break. You’d taken him some sandwiches and sodas, smiling at him as you walked through the door of Family Video. As the bell rung, he slid round the side of the checkout, calling out to Robin that he was going on lunch as his arm came round your waist and his lips pressed to your temple. But as per usual, food barely got touched as he pressed your back against the door to the break room. Reaching down behind your hips, he’d lock the door before gripping your ass and pulling your lower half against his. Your mouths couldn’t get enough of each other. Desperate hands trailing along the inside of his work vest, underneath his stripy polo shirt and gripping at the skin of his waist as you pull him closer. Steve’s needy fingertips trail through the back of your hair, tugging lightly as the other works at unbuttoning your pants. It’s not long before he’s laid you out on the break room desk, deep inside you with his jeans around his ankles. You sit up as best you can, arms around his shoulders for stability as he fucks the both of you to oblivion. Dipping his head down to meet your mouth again, he mumbles an ‘open up’ to which you let your tongue hang out over your bottom lip. Steve lets his tongue roll over yours, as both tips flick against each other hungrily. It stays that way, until the pulsation of each other’s highs brings your mouths together to silence each other, aware of customers outside the break room. Even once you were dressed, couple of sips of soda and a satisfied kiss goodbye to Steve, he let his tongue slip in your mouth at the door of Family Video, as a reminder that once his shift was up, you’d get it again.

(i’m fucking squealing by the way, if you see my thighs clenching no you don’t)

Baron:

“Now what’re you doin’?” Baron says softly as you climb onto his lap. Y’all would be sat on his bedroom floor eating some spare Moon Pies but his silly doe eyes kept distracting you. They’d stay staring up at you as you sat down against his hips, blinking a couple times as he felt the weight and warmth of you against him. “Just wanna kiss you, Baron.” You’d whisper, stroking his hair behind his freshly-tinged pink ears. “Oh yeah? I just wanna kiss you too. All the time actually, in the morning, in the afternoon -“ His sweet rambling would be cut short as you pressed your lips to his softly, cupping either side of his face as you felt him melt into you. After a few minutes of sweet nose nudges and gentle kisses, his hands would grip your hips a little tighter and you’d feel why right underneath your lap. “What do you need, angel?” You’d whisper against his lips, smiling as his breath hitches. “Use your words for me.” You’d whisper again, kissing his bottom lip and biting down on it carefully. “Need you, want you.” He’d eventually reply, his hips bucking only slightly up into yours. After some awkward shuffling and positioning, you’d eventually be sat right on his cock, feeling it bottom out inside you as you stilled and adjusted to him. His pretty eyes would be wide as they looked up at you, his mouth open and drying out as he too, let himself adapt to the feeling of you around him. As if by instinct, your tongue darted out against his lips, wetting them for him before kissing him deeply. Fingers winding in his hair as you tugged it, moans spilling from his mouth into yours. “Give me your tongue, honey and I’ll move.” You bargained as he more than willingly massaged your tongue with his, eyes threatening to open only for a moment just so he could see your furrowed brows as you both kissed heavily. Complying with your bargain, you’d grind your hips on top of his, pulling his hands to your waist as he got the hint and pulled you down on him deeper. He’d use that as a signal from then on, squeezing your waist and sliding his tongue along your lip just to let you know what he, Baron, needs.

(thank you for the ask, i appreciate you 😮‍💨)

[sometimess-maybee]

coming soon

[spicycinnabun]

here’s a little teaser of the au @batty4steddie and I are cooking up. let us know if you’re interested in reading more! it features omegaverse, the guys as rockstars and a lot of pining. oh yeah, and smut.

read steve’s pov first!

𓆩🖤𓆪

Another shock to Eddie’s system. Steve’s… kindness towards him. Generosity. Those words didn't go together with sex. He wanted to make Eddie come more than once? Even though he was in rut that had to be demanding he just flip Eddie over and mount him already.

It didn't make sense why he was putting Eddie’s needs before his own. It didn’t make any sense at all.

All the Alphas Eddie had ever been with had treated him the opposite. It was never good omega. It was always bad omega. Needy slut. Desperate whore. You’re just pathetic for it, aren’t you?

And sure, Eddie looked like the type who would be into that sort of thing, he’d admit. His whole persona kinda screamed I’m a brat! Put me in my place. He didn’t look like an omega who wanted to be treated nicely, and he’d never corrected anybody who’d assumed so.

But he was that kind of omega. It actually stung sometimes—okay, every time—he was called names like that. Made him feel as worthless as a broken guitar string. Not that his partners had cared. They’d never had any problem crossing the finish line, even if Eddie had gone limp.

So this, being called good? Being hot? Making Steve feel good? Being his baby…

Shit, it was like nothing Eddie had ever experienced, and it was hitting him so hard he probably could have come from the affirmations alone.

Eddie was making animal noises instead of actual words. There was a direct line from his ear to his heart to his dick. The prostate stimulation was now just a bonus. The cherry on top.

He’d never come so hard in his life, and as the pleasure center in his brain lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July, it became Eddie’s sworn duty—his eternal vow—to make sure he was Steve’s good omega forever.

Eddie could barely kiss back, uncoordinated and panting. “No more waiting,” he swore.

His last brain cell took a swan dive to its death as Steve ate Eddie’s slick from his fingers like it was a delectable treat. Steve liked Eddie’s taste. Eddie was good.

He flopped back bonelessly against the mattress as Steve maneuvered him, hair that was now mostly dry splaying out on the pillow beneath it. He watched Steve with hearts in his eyes, his post-orgasm scent overpowering the room and almost consuming Steve’s. He felt like he was floating, but also—

“Holy fuck, Stevie, you’re gonna kill me,” he said, completely breathless. Steve was eating his come. The look on his face was predatory and ravenous. Eddie’s abs clenched, and his cock gave a valiant twitch, aftershocks wracking his body before settling again as Steve finished his meal. He grinned. “And what a sweet death it’ll be.”

No way he’d rather go.

Now that the edge was off, Eddie felt relaxed and happy, though no less needy. He could make sure his Alpha was taken care of. He wanted to make Steve feel more than good. He wanted to make him feel great and fucking amazing.

Eddie spread his legs a little more in Steve’s hold and lifted his hips, presenting his dripping hole as much as the position would allow. He clenched his muscles purposefully so Steve could see it gape open and closed, smirking playfully at the reaction. “Shove that pretty cock in me. Go as hard as you want. I can really take it.”

Steve didn’t have to hold back any longer. He could let his Alpha out and let it take him over, take what it wanted. Eddie was still soft—his refractory period was a lot slower out of his heat cycle—but he had no doubt he’d get hard again before Steve popped his knot.

Honestly, probably as soon as Steve slid home.

[bil-daddy]

As the appointed Monarch of All Gingers, how are you celebrating this holiest of days?

Standing outside Aziraphale's bookshop wearing this.

Let me in, angel!

[letshavechildren]

Slutty Saturday IG

[amagnificentobsession]

@the-metatron I’m a little bored and looking for something fun to do for Slutty Saturday Night.

Since you are most definitely one of the biggest sluts I know, I thought perhaps we should meet at midnight in Edinburgh.

I see you are still trying to recruit for your Second Coming attempt, as well as infiltrate the wedding.

Crowley may think it’s too late, Aziraphale has that crazy look in his eye. I’m tired of wondering who’s working for you and who isn’t.

Bring your oak milk latte and let’s talk.

It’s going to be a night to remember! 😎

@docdust @bil-daddy @curlish @loretta-dont-you-oppress-me @i-dream-of-sheeny

@dream-of-pain ♥️🔥

Happy Slutty Saturday

[theflirtmeister]

chainshipping + monsterfucking (is one of them a werewolf? a freaky demon? an alien? a big fucking tentacle monster? dealer's choice 💚)

ao3 link!

When Lawrence pushed open the door to the bathroom of the apartment, he was squirted in the face with one of Diana’s old bath toys. Luckily, he was used to sudden spurts of water, and had taken off his wool jumper before entering the room.

“Childish,” He reprimanded lightly, mopping the water from his face. “You’re meant to be studying.”

“Studying is fucking boring,” Adam said from the bathtub, so many tentacles erupting from his body that it was hard to work out where he ended and began. “I’m dropping out to be your personal fuck toy.”

Lawrence shook his head, and began to unbutton his shirt. He could feel Adam’s eyes on him, almost turned completely black, like a shark. It made a shiver run down his spine at being stared at, like Adam was about to launch himself from the bathtub and drag Lawrence down into the depths.

“You’re thinking about it,” Adam said, tossing his veterinary study book into the corner of the room, the pages curled from getting wet. “You’re thinking about keeping me in this room forever.”

“It would be inhumane,” Lawrence said, pulling off his shirt and neatly folding it. “You deserve better.”

“I deserve,” Adam said. “To fuck you.”

He grinned at Lawrence, little fangs poking out over his top lip. Lawrence had felt those teeth on his cock only last night, and had been alarmed at how much he’d enjoyed it, Adam choking around his dick as his tentacles spurted roe over Lawrence’s body.

Lawrence quickly stripped down, until he was standing in the bathroom in nothing but his prosthetic. Adam licked his lips, and three tentacles reached out to touch Lawrence, stroking his arms, his chest, down his thighs. The tentacles were part of Adam, and yet had their own minds, as Lawrence had found out all too well. He sometimes had images flash into his mind at work of Adam on his hands and knees in the tub, tentacles furiously fucking his every hole.

“C’mere,” Adam said, and Lawrence was pulled towards him, foot skidding on the tiles.

“I’m here,” Lawrence said soothingly, but his stomach violently dropped when the two largest tentacles dragged him over the lip of the tub and he ended up on Adam’s lap. “Woah-“

“Oops,” Adam replied, not sounding very sorry. The tentacles were exploring Lawrence, playing with the prosthetic, one of them trying to curl inside his belly button which made his cock twitch. “Be gentle.”

“They haven’t really learnt the term gentle,” Lawrence said sarcastically, ducking his head to kiss Adam on the mouth. He tasted like seawater, and another tendril stroked his face, curling around the shell of his ear. When they first started this, one of the tentacles had tried to explore Lawrence’s nasal cavity. Lawrence had quickly put a stop to that.

“They get overwhelmed,” Adam said, spreading his legs so that Lawrence caught a hint of his pink cunt. “They think you’re sooooo cute, Doc.”

“Shut up,” Lawrence said fondly, and then gasped when a tentacle dove between his legs. “Adam.”

“What?” Adam said innocently. “We want to fuck you.”

The tentacle trying to force itself inside Lawrence was slick and bulbous at the head, teasing at his hole. Lawrence bit his lip, trying to relax himself, but he was new to this whole… thing. Adam must have sensed his tensing, and kissed him again, tongue salty against Lawrence’s own. Lawrence focused on Adam, the human side of him, and it wasn’t long before he was being breached.

“Oh -!” He said, and Adam smiled against his mouth.

“You feel good?” He asked, one hand squeezing Lawrence’s flank. “You like it?”

“I like it,” Lawrence said, the tentacle thrusting in and out of his ass. “It’s just. New.”

“You’re taking me so well,” Adam promised, hand sliding upwards to touch Lawrence’s nipples, chest lightly dusted with hair. “You’re doing so good Doc.”

Lawrence met him in a kiss again, wrapping his arms around Adam’s neck. Everything was slick and wet, the tentacles, the kiss, the bathwater surrounding them. Lawrence’s cock was hard against his belly, and when he pressed himself against Adam’s body, he left a smear of pre-come across Adam’s sallow stomach.

“Yeah,” Adam said, grinding against him. “You’re so good.”

Lawrence felt embarrassed that he needed this encouragement, especially from someone twice his junior. But Adam had a way of making it sound like the hottest dirty talk in the world, and when another tentacle nudged up against Lawrence’s hole, he went limp and allowed it to enter him.

“Fuck.” Adam dragged out the word. “I can feel you from the inside-“

“Like it?” Lawrence asked, and Adam laughed, the sound echoing around the tiles like a sea witch’s cackle.

“I love it.” He said, and wrapped his hand around Lawrence’s cock to bring him to his first completion of the night.

[sometimess-maybee]

slutty Saturday bbys

[venusxvitality]

About last night 🤤

[gayhedgesphinx]

Being locked up has me feeling some kind of way

[bil-daddy]

Bildaddy. I have gained a shirt from a friend as a Christmas present with your face plastered multiple times on it and I wore it on the day Good Omens 3 was put out to be renewed. It was a miracle (no pun intended) that I wore it along with my battle jacket that has a good omens pin on it that day. I just wanted to say thank you for being in my life in such a wonderful way that makes me want to scream ‘wahoo’ from the rooftops. I’m going to dress up as you on Halloween because you are so amazing /p

Way ahead of you, kid (human). I'm gonna dress as you for Halloween. Here's my costume (platonic)

[jeonqkooks]

who wants a slutty drabble ☝️ for smth that has 3 letters, starts with O and ends with S

[theflirtmeister]

@ereb1d asked for lynn/amanda! ao3 link

Amanda smells like an operating theatre after a car crash, the wet hot scent of blood and overwhelming despair. When she smiles, the red of her lipstick splits open her mouth, and there are crimson kisses all over Lynn’s skin.

“Pretty little bitch,” Amanda purrs, and hooks Lynn’s bare thighs upwards, her legs parting open.

Lynn shudders at being exposed, on display like a piece of meat. She hasn’t had sex with her husband for two years, and the sex with other men has been perfunctory, disappointing. Amanda is cruel, edges Lynn for hours, ties her up with torture devices and giggles when Lynn begs.

The dildo between Amanda’s legs is one of her favourites, bulbous, animalistic. Lynn whines as her cunt throbs at the sight of it, and she drags her hands down her body to tease her clit, everything slick and wet.

“Naughty,” Amanda says, but doesn’t tell her to stop. She spits down onto the dildo, already glistening with lube, and then digs her nails into Lynn’s inner thigh to pull her cunt open, on show like a flower.

“Fuck,” Lynn hisses, and Amanda presses the head between Lynn’s folds, watching her swallow it up, body desperate for it. She’s taken bigger than this, let Amanda fuck her with a variety of toys, gone on her hands and knees like a bitch for this woman. It’s incredible what Lynn will do for a serial killer. 

“Oh there we go,” Amanda says, pulling out to then thrust back in, barely enough to satisfy. “You little whore. Gagging for my cock.”

“Please.” Lynn croaks out, “No teasing. Just fuck me.”

Amanda ignores her, the dildo slipping out of Lynn’s cunt so that she can rub the head against her, smearing lube and Lynn’s own slick against the dark thatch of hair between her legs. It makes Lynn tremble, and she tries to catch the dildo in her thighs, convince Amanda to rut against them both.

“Mandy,” Lynn begs, “C’mon. We’re not playing a game here.”

Amanda hums in thought, tapping the head of the dildo against Lynn like she’s checking to see if a microphone is on. It makes Lynn feel like an object, and she reaches up to grope her own tits, convince Amanda that she’s a human being with feelings, not a plaything, something for Amanda to mess around with then destroy.

“I like games,” Amanda says, the understatement of the year. She’s not looking at Lynn’s face, focusing instead on the c-section scar on Lynn’s stomach, where they sliced her open to remove Dylan.

“I hate games,” Lynn says, and nudges her knee against Amanda. “Please. I want you.”

Amanda leans in, grinning. Her eyes are dark, lashes short. She looks like a boy sometimes, out of the corner of Lynn’s eye, a lanky teenager sloping about Lynn’s house.

“You want me to fuck you?” Amanda asks. “Little Red?”

Lynn glowers up at her. “You are not the Big Bad Wolf.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Amanda croons, and touches Lynn’s face with her blood-stained hands. “I am so much worse.”

[sometimess-maybee]

plush

OnlyFans | my links

[starry-eyed-never-satisfied]

Paul on those pants:

Those silver pants wouldn't stretch and they're rather revealing so I never wore them on stage

[gayhedgesphinx]

Finally got tied up ☺️