#slutty saturdays

[theflirtmeister]

There are so few piranhashipping fics do we get a flirtmeister one 🙏🙏 for kinks uhh anything you want but you could gag or collar William mayb ;P

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William is still in the post-orgasm haze when John clips the collar around his neck, gently tilting up his head so that it doesn’t catch the skin. William barely recognises it at first, the pressure around his throat, too busy trying to catch his breath as cum cools across his stomach.

“There we go,” John says softly. “My pet.”

William does acknowledge the term of endearment, blinking up into the other man’s face. They’re not usually soppy, both too old for anything saccharin, struggling enough to arrange a hook-up outside doctor’s appointments and business meetings.

“Pet?” He says, and then his hands go to his neck. “John.”

There’s a flicker of a smile on John’s face, the satisfied look he gets when he’s achieved something. He rubs his thumb over the collar, eyes downcast as he admires how he’s claimed William, practically scrawled his name across his skin.

“Get it off me,” William says. “We’re not – Why?”

“Domestic pigs often wear collars when outside the home-.”

“I’m not a pig,” William says. He manages to sit upright, drags the covers up over his naked body. “Jesus John. Did you plan this?”

“Of course,” John says, and William laughs in disbelief.

“You are unbelievable.” He says, and runs his hands through his hair. Then his hands drop to touch the collar, the leather soft and buttery against his fingertips. It’s expensive; William wonders if John somehow made it in his workshop, in between architecture plans and nursery building.

“You look good with it on,” John says. He’s still naked, sitting on the edge of the bed like he’s expecting a round two. “You should be proud.”

“Of being collared?”

“Of being mine.”

William stares at him. John does not blink, gazing at William with his long eyelashes, an almost innocent expression. William can’t believe him, that John brought the collar with him, that John distracted him with sex, that John clipped a collar around his neck and is just sitting there.

“I can’t be yours,” William says stupidly.

John raises one eyebrow. “And why not? You’re single-“

“You’re married,” William says. “I had dinner with your wife last week.”

“Jill understands,” John replies, as if it’s simple. “She knows the extent of my feelings for you.”

“Feelings,” William repeats, and his hands go to the collar again. “Is this a kink thing?”

John doesn’t reply to that. Instead, he reaches out and hooks his fingers into the collar, tugging William towards him. He smells like sandalwood and engine oil, a working man. William’s never done a day of hard work in his life, not with his hands like John does. He’s never had dirt underneath his fingernails.

“Don’t you want to be mine?” John asks softly. “Don’t you want to be taken care of?”

William feels a shiver run down his spine, but he doesn’t pull away. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to, caught in John’s grip like a fish on a hook. He wets his lower lip with his tongue, and notices that John’s eyes track the movement.

“I could be yours” William says, unable to confirm it, always wanting a way out. “If you’re offering.”

“A deal,” John says, and kisses William to seal it.

[nobodymitskigabriel]

They are both Losers. They are both very Silly guys.

[thatmanchris]

A better slutty Saturday selfie 🙂‍↕️

[bobbyfloyd]

This is probably going to sound really weird or cringy and if it does I apologize. But I low key think Lewis has really sexy hands. So for Slutty Saturday/Sunday can you write something with either character and their hands? Maybe making you come undone with just their hands? Or anything really. I'm just a slut for that man's hands and the things they could do to me.

not at all! i think i speak for all of us when i say we all love his big beautiful hands.

bob is very detail oriented. he’s so good at taking you apart in every way. with his mouth, his cock, his fingers. he’s methodical and attentive, and he always gives 110% because he wants you to feel the most pleasure. and he loves to watch you, especially when he’s using his hands. he gets a full, unobscured view of your beautiful body as he pleasures you. “look at you, so perfect for me,” he hums as his fingers swirl around your swollen clit before they dip inside you, dripping wet, the sound obscene. “ready to fall apart and i’m only using my fingers.” he’s taking his time with you. enjoying you. he loves the feeling of you clenching around him as he drives his fingers deep. his goal is to make you squirt, and he knows it’s in the slow buildup. there’s no rush here. only slow, drawn out bliss as he talks you through it. “there’s my good girl. doing so well.” meanwhile, you’re trembling, writhing, whimpering.

his fingers are moving a little faster now. a little deeper. “that’s it.” he’s hovering over you, warmth engulfing you. you look up at him through teary eyes, unable to speak, for he’s rendered you speechless. but you can feel it. you’re nearing your end. he knows it, too. “give it to me, honey. squirt all over my fingers.” almost there, almost there, almost there. your breathing is labored, coming out in short bursts. your head feels foggy. as if you’re going to float away. but your body is on fire, burning beneath him, beneath your bobby. he’s so eager, his eyes wide behind his glasses, face pleading. you want to be good for him. want to do as he asks.

his movements aren’t slow anymore. his fingers are curling quickly inside you, so skilled and capable. and then his thumb is coming up to press against your aching little bundle, and that’s what sends you over the edge. you cry out his name, hands coming up to grip his forearm as you’re hit with the force of it. “oh!” you’re coming, release spurting against his hand, soaking his fingers, his forearm, the towels below you. god, it just keeps coming, pouring from you, all while bobby coaxes you through it, fingers still working you over until you’re overstimulated, shoving his hand away, telling him you can’t take anymore. and then he’s in your line of sight, eyes bright as he brings his hand up to his face and sucks your cum off each digit.

“delicious,” he says with a delighted hum.

[godfat-her]

michael's silly ties

[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 😮‍💨)

[killedbythegroove]

matt bellamy on his knees. for science.

[inkypainter15]

THE WORLD HAS GONE INSANNEEE

[nobodymitskigabriel]

ugly couch we owe you everything 💫

[woundlingus]

It’s my favourite little guy in my favourite little outfit (part way through I did remember that little scene in HH with the neon signs pointing at Husker and was like ooooh Gabriel coded moment yes he’s a loser baby!!!!!)

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

i just realised that i don't have anything in my calendar for the rest of the week, so you know what would be really great? if i could disappear into my wip and crank it out over these next few days :)

[chvoswxtch]

howdy my feral lil gremlins ✨

haven’t done slutty saturday in awhile, but today is a special one, bc not only is it star wars day but ya girl is also seeing sleep token tonight

so may the fourth be with you, be your sluttiest self today, wear the outfit no matter how you think you look, buy the thing bc you deserve a lil treat, ruin a man’s day, do whatever the fuck you want but make it a great fucking day

I love ya lil weirdos 🖤

[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

[bobbyfloyd]

Alright, I gotta know how each of Lew's characters react to you asking them to come inside you for the first time

i only did the big three (bob, rhett, and miles) for this one because that’s all my brain would allow, and also…i yap too much 🤭

you’d discussed it with bobby beforehand, so it was no surprise that, in the throes of utter bliss, you begged him for it. but oh, if it didn’t do him in. seeing you sprawled out beneath him, hearing you beg him to fill you up. “please bobby, please come inside me! i want it so bad!” how could he resist? especially when he’d finally felt your sweet pussy wrapped around his bare cock? he breathed against your mouth, “i-it’s all yours, honey. all of it.” he fell apart to the sound of your cries, burying his face against the side of your neck and sighing out your name as he spilled inside you.

night spent stargazing in the bed of rhett’s truck had turned into rushed, desperate sex. no one was around for miles, so you could be as loud as you wanted. in his haste, he’d forgotten a condom. but you couldn’t be bothered to care, not when he was giving it to you so good, stretching you out on his thick cock. “fuck—jesus—wh-where d’ya want me to come?” he asked, breathless, nearly there. you wrapped your legs around his waist, arching up into him. “inside me. please, i wan’ you to pump me full.” he was on the precipice, trembling from the effort of staving it off. “y-you sure?” he asked. seconds away from falling over the edge. your teeth nipped at his bottom lip as you said, “wanna feel you dripping out of me on the ride home.” and with that, he was done for, eyes rolling back in his head. swearing as he succumbed to the delicious pleasure, teeth biting into your shoulder as he pumped his release deep inside of you.

with miles, you discussed it in detail before you did it, because he didn’t like surprises sprung on him. but even as you sink down onto his bare cock, he’s whimpering, because he knows he won’t last long. not after he’s felt your warm, wet cunt around him without a barrier. he gasped, eyes squeezed shut, head falling back against the headboard. “o-oh…oh, momma, you…you feel so good around me.” at his confession, you found yourself smiling. you began moving, riding him slowly, as his arms encircled your waist. it wasn’t long at all before he was trembling, burning with embarrassment because he was already on the precipice. but you didn’t tease him for it. in fact, you were flattered that he was already on the edge, all because of you and your pussy. “it’s okay, sweet boy. you can come,” you assured him. he lifted his head, bottom lip quivering. “i…i’m…” he couldn’t get the words out. one, two, three more swivels of your hips, and he was crying out, mouth falling open as his cock spasmed inside you, the evidence of his orgasm filling you to the brim. you’d purposely kept him pent up until this very moment, knowing he’d have a lot to give. and you certainly weren’t disappointed. mouth open against your breast, he gasped out “thank you momma. oh, thank you for letting me come inside you.”