#Happy Sinday = D

[universal-legacy]

A long, lasting breath along Michael's neck, before there's a gentle nip on the ear. Already straddled on top of him, leaving him unable to escape the grasp of the one ahold of him. Arms pinned with the other's hands, and yet another nip, but this time on the neck.

Then, finally, that lean in to make contact with his lips for a long moment, grinding up against him all the while. With lips barely parting from one another, a comment.

"Fill me up with the daddy filling, daddy~"

"Well, aren't you eager to spend Father's Day with a great deal of horniness." Michael had to admit, this was rather direct and eager from this one. He already had an idea of who this was, though, as she did the same thing every year. Something about a daddy kink, and him being daddy material or something.

"If you're looking so eagerly for a fuck, however, don't you have some of those filling toys to fuck yourself with? I'd like to spend time with my wife for Father's Day first, after all."

[andy-clutterbuck]

4x11 | Claimed

[vxmpirehunterd]

{Rare pictures of D nude}

[secr3trings]

*rises from the grave.* I’m up mother fuckers.

[multiipl]

what’s your role in bed?  

SWEATS NERVOUSLY.

[xanican-exile]

Morning everyone!

Uh oh, looks like someone's still a little worked up over last night~

"Shutup..."

[greedbent]

Kaz knew the playing field here was far from being in his favor. From the moment he’d awoken in an unfamiliar land, stripped of his possessions, utterly exposed in more ways than just one—and those that would be debilitating if he did not keep one firm tether on his mind—he’d been at a multitude of disadvantages. He felt cooked beneath that searing sun. His mouth was either coated with sand or had long since maintained the phantom of it. His leg was killing him—rather, it was a single thing among many currently killing him, but he couldn’t waste his time bothering with the fine details.

He had to get out. He would, beyond a shadow of a doubt, get out. No matter how hopeless the game looked, how the odds of winning seemed so slim.

When you can’t beat the odds, change the game. And Kaz had decided he had become sick of playing the hunted.

So he was the beast pinning his prey, now, drinking in the fruitless writhing and desperate mewls painted in swears and snarls. While that fury hummed in his veins, a matching anger radiated off of the body tucked under him in waves of heat rivaling the sun. It was arrogance that ruled this one: a blind belief that there’d be no repercussions for his actions. Spoiled. Rotten. In over his head. Kaz had observed closely; he’d confirmed the snot-nosed brat would be his chance, the easiest target.

And not a soul would give a damn what happened to him. (We have that in common.)

“Give it time,” Kaz said coolly to that final declaration as he unceremoniously let the fool’s head fall back to the scorched earth. Then, without another moment’s warning, he flexed his hand, yanked on that arm still tight in his grasp until he heard a pop from the connected shoulder. Disconnected, now. “One,” he growled, an end to the countdown before it even began. And his fingers slipped away from that darker flesh, feverish heat still coursing through them like a fresh burn. Kaz ignored the way they faintly trembled from the contact.

Keep it together.

He removed himself, eager to establish some distance. As his cold leer passed over that damned baseball bat nearby, he made a point of putting himself between it and the newly injured man. “I could do the other arm, too. Maybe a leg, if I feel like changing it up,” he offered on a tone of harsh gravel. “Or, I can just as easily pop that sucker right back in its place if you learn how to cooperate. You know my terms.”

ﾐ FUCKER 彡

The anger was white-hot. Searing fresh from the marrow of every bone. Nearly unbridled. Within Kaz, that is. But where they differed—among a great many things—was with Kaz schooling himself enough to keep a feral, inhuman response in check. (Why? a voice chastised him. For what reason in a god-forsaken shithole like this?) Something delicate trembled beneath his skin with each shift of that body beneath him, each shuffle of limbs rubbing, skin brushing— A feverish wave kept lapping up at Kaz’s feet, threatening to drag him in the undertow, but he persevered. He siphoned that weakness into an anger he could use. Keep your wit. Keep your mind. Do not lose that here, as well. The profanities and rage spewing from this stupid podge’s mouth went unheard, answered only by the barest warning of a tug on that twisted arm. “Quit squealing like a pig on a spit and listen closely.” He trained his voice to be level, contrastingly soft and breathy against the coward’s obnoxious shouts. Kaz bore more of his weight into him despite the alarms shrieking in his head. He wouldn’t let him budge. Wouldn’t give him the chance. “You’re going to be a good boy for me, now: get me a map and the keys to that atrocity of a vehicle you drive, and you may just walk away from this with only a few broken bones,” he murmured, deceptively calm and exhibiting a collected countenance. Kaz’s other hand moved to grab a fistful of dyed hair, that which he used as leverage to yank his head back. “You have ten fingers; I have about ten seconds of patience. Should we start counting down—?”

IT NEARLY BLINDS HIM, the RED that he sees then. A rush of blood— like the SPLATTER that would follow right after a swinging bat— across his skull and very eyes. Dare he would fantasize-- for just that briefest moment-- of how satisfying it would be to see that pale flesh give way to the burgeon of color beneath. Be it from a few slashes of a knife or the breaking of already bruised skin with just the right amount of slams...

Ah, how far such motivations will take you~

But for now, nothing more than another harsh grind of his teeth was given against one another. Another agonizing creak, with just how hard he would press them together. The blonde for once quiet, but not in the slightest pacified. The only sounds now being the HARSH BREATHS through clenched teeth and flaring nostrils... which were still far quieter when compared to all the shouting he'd done just seconds ago.

It of course only enraged him further, when his words hadn't been enough to set off this bastard. Whereas hearing that soft voice continue to spill out the most pretentiously worded shit (They are OUTSIDE IN A FUCKING DESERT, ENOUGH with the PEAKY BLINDERS SHIT!) he would have been rolling his eyes at-- was instead making his own blood boil that much more.

The other's contrasting composure would only further aggravate the blonde, giving him just an extra little bit of energy to thrash once more beneath him. And once more, to no avail... UGH.

Screamed and thrashed as hard as he could, Derek was unable to move a goddamn inch from where he laid. Enraged eyes wide with disbelief, over how the fuck this dude had managed to pin him down... It wasn't to say that Derek himself had been dumb enough to believe that his own build could overpower this guy's-- but FUCK! To have the tables turned on him by a guy with a FUCKING LIMP! The bitch also hadn't even been given anything to eat or drink, since he arrived here--

God, he could actually hear them all laughing now... fuckwads.

He would manage out a scoff, daring a mutter of: "Fuck off." Before grunting, as his head was yanked back. Wincing, and already feeling the slightest prick of tears already welling in the very corners of his eyes, much to his frustration. He wasn't crying-- God, it just fucking SMARTS, especially with a few strands so clearly being ripped right out from his scalp then.

Oh god, he hated this fucker, so, SO MUCH… Every. Little. Fucking. Thing. About him. From the way he carried himself, to the way that he spoke.

THIS ANNOYING LITTLE BITCH!

"You--!" He would finally begin to hiss out. Oh fuck NO was he going anywhere near his quad. A laugh of disbelief (Break just a few of his bones??? Oh. GOD! If he only he knew how much WORST he would do to him, in comparison) was however stopped by the contradicting feeling of FEAR, over the mere threat of getting his fingers broken then, "-- might as well just kill me now, you aren't getting SHIT!" He was not going to help this fucker escape! If Derek was going to die out here, then so too will this guy. Be it at the hands of the others, or from thirst and starvation.

[1-0-1-9]

> Happy Sinday my most important headcanons for the purposes of the occasion are that in bed Lucas would just sound like That One Part of "Welcome to the Jungle" and that his idea of a romantic serenade is

[justiceiswrath]

Morning everyone! happy SINDAY. Might do some horny stuff on Satan. Also gonna be floating around Jacob account as well. ;D

[andy-clutterbuck]

SMITHSONIAN PROP DONATION | 2017

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Sooooo Melinda, have you and Jaron did any other naughty stuff before? :3 For sinday of course.

Melinda blinks but she felt her face heat up hearing the question. Even if this was a day late, she didn't look at the anon. "I...w....w..what makes you think we h..h..have?! S..stop being n..nosy anon!" she grumbled with her cheeks puffy but her silver eyes looks to the side.

"I told you anons b..before, didn't I? W..whatever I do with Jaron i...is private when it comes t..to that.." she said and yet, she did know one time he and her tried something new.

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"You know t..this was a nice hang out. It really was f..fun.." she smiled looking at her lap while feeling happy. However, Jaron agreed to smile.

"True. Though, I'm glad you had fun. Maybe we can go out again." he sees her blink but Melinda smiled to agree with that. He saw her happy and yet, she already was excited about the next time they would hang out.

"I c..can't wait till we do. I really had fun today." she smiled softly and yet, this made her be cuter that Jaron blushed to laughed rubbing the back of his head. She seriously was cute.

"I'm glad even so. Though, You really seem more open now thanks to it." he even sees her blushing a little to tilt her head.

"Well, it's because of you, Jaron. You make me happy and I'm always happy to spend time with you." she smiled even kissing his cheek seeing him blush a little to her doing that. "Besides, you told me before you always were happy with me....and that's how I feel about you too." she said.

"...I see.." He said but he looks to her as Melinda was happily looking to the side as she felt happier now. Even being here with him was nice and she didn't mind that.

"But I always am..you are something else." he smiled but Melinda smiled to look at him.

"Thank you.." she said that Jaron even finds it more cuter that he even kissed her cheek back seeing her squeak to him smiling finding it adorable. Though, seeing her this cute and shy only had him look at her but one hand reaches to touch her cheek but she blinks to look at him.

"What's up? D..did you wanna say something to-Mfm?!" Her eyes were wide to feel him kiss her on the lips while she shuts her eyes blushing worse as he kissed her. He held her gently in his arms to kiss her but he even breaks the kiss hearing her panting softly shaking.

"W..why d...did you give me a sudden k..kiss?" she asked shy that he looks to her.

"Lets just say I wanted to thank you another way so you are alright with that?" he asked but she blinks to look at him wondering what he means.

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"I..I mean, Jaron and I always spend time together but again when it comes to that, it's private." she said even if her face was still flushed from blushing. Melinda looks quiet that the anon noticed her getting flustered.

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She wasn't expecting this to happen again and yet, Melinda didn't mind it. Even when she's sitting back against some pillows and blankets. Melinda was shaking from the slow heated kisses given to her by Jaron but he was holding her cheek while kissing her neck. She whimpers from each kiss but he only moves down to start leaving kisses against her chest while she keeps still.

"Haaaaa....w...wait d..don't kiss t..t...there..." she begs but he already held her still while kissing more leaving a trail on her skin. He was careful only to lower now kissing in between her breasts to hearing a gasp from her.

"Mmmm...m...mmmmmm......." He keeps kissing her skin more and more but he even held one of her hands with the other gripping the sheets while she was turning her head to the side trying not to give into the heated kisses he gave.

She whimpers but feels his hands against her back still keeping her close that he moves down lower leaving kisses to her stomach. "Ah...haaa...J..Jaron.....w...wait..pl...please..." she begs softly flushed but he looks to stop but sits up to look at her then goes to kiss her deeply on the lips while she reaches to hold him close. Their kiss grew hotter and hotter that he presses up against her while she was moaning in the kiss.

In a bit, he breaks the kiss hearing her weak heated panting that he looks to her with glowing golden eyes. "You serious..haa are too cute..." he said gently but he saw her shaking to his touch.

"I..I'm not hhaaa c..cute..I'm not cute.." she said but he only looks to keep her still. He already even slips his fingers down in her pants making her gasp leaning her head back.

"Well to me you are...but I'm going to be sure you know that.." he said before kissing her neck again so he could hear her wet heated moans again as she shook in his hold.

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Not saying too much, Melinda was too shy to say but she walks off to cool down for a while.

[marimelwrites]

D O V E for Carina on the A to Z meme

From this sinday headcanon game meme here!

D = Dirty Secret - Shh, don't tell anyone but this girl is a particularly dirty girl in secret. Anything her partner wants, they'll get, most likely.

O = Oral - She loves to give, and she loves to receive. Carina isn't shy, and she is happy to be worshipped, and happy worshipping. A trait she received from her mother who is very much the same.

V = Volume - If her partner wants her silent, she will be, if her partner wants her loud, she will be. If her partner has no preference, they'll hear plenty of moaning, not screaming exactly. They'll hear a bit of begging as well.

E = Experience - Carina doesn't offer herself to many people. She's particularly picky with who she shares her body with, and in turn, she doesn't have a ton of experience. Just a little. She's a quick learner, and not shy, so knowing how to please her partner will come easily with time.

[astrcthesiai-archived]

Happy Sinday everyone! :D/ I scheduled/queued some mun memes and mun prompts for tomorrow for Munday!

[hunter-royalty]

Happy Sinday!

Nothing more private than star gazing.

Even the rain that was forecast never showed, this had been a TOTAL roll of the dice tonight, and it paid off. Lizzy KNOWS MetCheck is the only reliable source anyway. Promise me this is forever? Only if you can fucking read the weather page Elena, fucking hell.

Still, Lizzy had just spent a whole picnic pointing out that she could name- not just every constellation in the sky! But a handful of individual s t a r s. Look, she spent her whole childhood counting those things, expecting to discover a n e w one some day. That day might still come. Now? Oh. Yeah, look, it’s a bit of a blur… But Jeremy was in the back seat of her c a r, this gorgeous Rolls Royce with a starry ceiling, with his b e l t opened and Elizabeth weighted neatly in his l a p. Her knees rested neatly on the plush seat under him, one either side of his right thigh, where she was p e r c h e d making n e a t work of staining his lips with trademark glitter. Every time she leans into him, there's this glimmering hint of delightful pressure between his thighs. Did she roll her hips?

Elizabeth just moaned into their kiss.

Stargazing had been his idea, just a thought thrown out into the void and Lizzy had latched onto it. A text in the middle of the night when he was missing her and looking out his window, asking her if she could see the same moon as he did. It had morphed in a picnic and then homework when he realized she knew a shit ton more about astronomy than he did, but Jeremy loved to read things he was interested in. If only that included 70% of the required curriculum in school.

He'd held his own as she pointed out the constellations, able to make out the shapes following her pointing fingers.

But this.

Jeremy's shirt had been discarded first and it had been her nimble fingers undoing his belt, were they going to...? It didn't matter, he was happy with whatever she wanted, he felt loved and desired all the same. A couple of teens who didn't really know what they were doing yet this was the furthest they'd ever gone.

Fingertips teased under the hem of her shirt, hands holding her hips so he definitely felt the role and let out his own surprised and strangled sound of enjoyment.

[siiinfully]

The switch from a seemingly soft and sweet Tommy to the feral man now pounding her from behind and straight against the glass window came at such a dizzying, sudden speed. Even Ivy was left reeling from the change, but he didn’t give her time to adjust. She’d gone from having an aching, empty pussy to one being brutally thrusted into by a cock thicker and longer than anything she’d had before. And by god, was she loving every second of it. She may have been whimpering each time he shoved his dick inside her, but one couldn’t deny the ghost of a smile lingering on the corner of her mouth. Yes, this was exactly how she wanted to be claimed, and in full view of his men below, too!

“Y-yes,” she managed to groan out, her eyes briefly fluttering closed before they were forcibly opened by an especially violent thrust, one that had her body slide upwards the glass panel, a soft squeaking sound that came with a sharp stinging pain on her nipples. With him pressing her against the glass, the risk of it shattering started to grow as tiny, spiderweb cracks began to form. “T-t-tommy, th-…glass…” She waited for the sound of the glass breaking and the sensation of her falling forward onto the sharp, glassy spikes, but neither never came. He must have transferred her to another window, the one next to it, all without pausing or faltering.

But his movement had finally caught the attention of the men smoking below, and even as her mascara began to trickle down her cheeks, dark streak marks that made her look more like a teary-eyed raccoon, she could see the first one to notice tug at another’s sleeve and point up to her. A gesture that was more than enough to have multiple eyes on her, and she could imagine their cocks getting painfully hard under their pinstripe trousers. But if she thought that Tommy would stop then, she was wrong. She was still being bounced on his dick, her legs spread apart far enough that anyone with eyes could get a glimpse of his cock moving in and out of her.

And they continued to stare, and she ended up locking gazes with one of the men, the one who he considered his second-in-command. Their staring match continued, even as she felt Tommy’s tip penetrate her cervix. He was probably starting to shoot most of his pre-cum in there, painting her womb a sticky white, and the slight change in the angle with which he was fucking her made her moan louder and close her eyes, finally breaking eye contact with the other man below.

The next time she opened her eyes, the group was gone, but their clouds of smoke still hung in the air. If she was being honest, she felt a little disappointed that they had seemingly been scared off so easily; it wasn’t like Tommy had yelled at them to go away, anyway. But in their audience’s absence, she continued to scream and moan, whether to beg him for ‘mercy’ and ‘give her a break’ ( neither of which she really wanted to happen ) or to just moan his name for his satisfaction.

And then…she heard it.

Several sets of footsteps echoing on the wooden floorboards outside until they stopped right in front of the door to his office. Whatever the men were whispering amongst themselves, she couldn’t quite hear, not with Tommy grunting behind her. Not with the sudden whoosh of air blowing past her ears when she felt him carry her from the window and down onto the floor he’d promised her he’d fuck her right into, all while keeping himself behind her, his cock throbbing madly in her bruised and aching cunt.

Ivy had counted only three thrusts – three! a measly number! – when the door finally opened, but with her head turned away from it, she didn’t see who had entered first. All that she could sense of them was the smell of cigarette smoke clinging onto their clothes and the sound of their breathing. And still her owner Tommy hadn’t stopped, and she could almost imagine that crazed look in his eyes, the same expression he got when he was so close to getting something he desperately wanted.

The memory of her seeing him in his element for the first time ended up drowning out what was said next, though she was quickly shocked back to the present when she felt more of Tommy’s weight on her back as if he was seconds away from whispering something near her ear again. “P-please,” she whimpered, her nails curling into slight claws and raking over the wooden floorboards. “D-d-don’t stop, I…” Her body began to tremble, as if her orgasm was mere moments away from exploding, as if she hadn’t already orgasmed a few times by now, tiny squirts of her juices that had left damp spots on the glass, the cushions, and the floor, not to mention all over her thighs and belly.

Tommy's eyes darkened with lust as he watched Ivy spread his seed over and into herself and clean herself. Her words ignited a primal fire within him. He looks at her, head tilted and chuckles. "Easy request” he tells her, watching as she slips her finger knuckle deep in her cunt; dripping wet by her arousal and the white sticky seed that sticks to her finger. She surprises him with her next few words of a demand to fuck her but not just fuck her; to fuck her like he hates her and he can’t help but raise his brow.

His eyes stare at the finger, slipped from her core and held to him for a taste and he obliges her by staring into her eyes as he cleans it. Thomas tastes her more than himself. “mm, sweet” he tells her, staring her down but dares not to touch her yet when she looks so delicious for him with her glistening cunt. “your not wrong” he confesses; every word she utters is a fair assesment of his true desires. “They’re all much prim and proper - you...” he trails off for a moment. “You want to both sweet and sinful. Thomas feels his cock twitch, growing harder at her words to the point where his cock stands agaisnt his stomach and feels it still wet with her spit. She’s nuzzling his thigh, cock jumping when she does it. All the right words being said to make him feeling his most feral.

Tommy gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he moves to grip her nape and guide her to stand annd walks with her to his office windows. The boys below out there smoking just as they always did. The curtains are open wide, nothing to hide the view of her when he presses her agaisnt the glass. “let’s change it up. I want to be behind you. I want to show you off because you’re mine and you will learn that tonight. Of course, if the boys want a turn - I won’t turn it down if you ask nicely” he tells her, he smacks his hand down hard on her cheek. “But I get to cum inside your pussy. You swallow my seed!” he growlled, smacking the other cheek harder.” he leans his head to her ear, kissing below her ear. “I’m your master and your my propery. I own you because you want it. You want to be Thomas shelbys toy, his hand holding her chin and turns her head just enough to meet his eyes. “"You want me to fuck you like I hate you?" he growled, positioning himself behind her. "Be careful what you wish for."

It’s fortunate, the window having a bench where she can kneel and put her at the right height. “up” he tells her, moving quickly to undress himself till he’s naked and spreads her legs apart where she kneels. In one swift motion, he plunged deep inside her, burying himself to the hilt. Ivy cried out in pleasure and pain as he began to pound into her mercilessly. Tommy didn't give her time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace. "Is this what you wanted?" Tommy grunted, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "To be used like the dirty little slut you are?"

His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded into her relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by Ivy's moans and whimpers. Tommy reached forward and tangled his fingers in her hair, yanking her head back and arch her body still pressed against the glass. The new angle allowed him to drive even deeper, hitting spots inside her that made her see stars. "You're mine," He growled in her ear. "My personal fucktoy to use however I want."

 He released her hair to grab her shoulders, using the leverage to slam into her even deeper. Ivy's arms gave out and she collapsed forward, face pressed into the glass as Tommy continued to ravage her cunt from behind.

"That's it," Tommy sweetened his voice. "Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze my cock. Ivy's face was still pressed into the glass as Tommy fucked her with animalistic intensity. "Take it all," he snarled. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the room. “Look at them, staring up at you - think you can scream loud enough to make them hear you?”

“Scream for me!” he demanded, emphasising each word with a particularly hard thrust. "Cry or me, weep your pretty tears for me until it runs your make up down your face. I’m going to have my fucking fill of you. Every inch of you covered with my cum, brusies on your pretty bottom from my hand...I’ll fuck you into the fucking floor. Every inch of my office until I’ve had enough.”

“Do you hear me. whore?” He asked, hand around her throat and grazed her bruised puffy lips he had fucked only moments ago. "you won't even have a voice when I'm through with you"

[architectofhope]

  Welp, @wombywoo​ has done it again with the amazing art.

  A piece I commissioned based on this drabble between myself and @thememcry​ that I’ve always really loved and gave me major feelings — I just needed it preserved in art, and wombywoo was the perfect person for the job!

  I am just so taken with all of the details — the expressions on their faces, the outfits, AERITH’S LITTLE BARE FEET IN THE DIRT. The background and the colors and lighting and afkdhlkjghlkgjhflkgah. I’m sorry, it makes me emotional ;A;

  Feel free to reblog, but please don’t repost! (unless you’re the lovely artist of course!)