#happy sinday btw

[spring-lxcked]

william "pretends to be confident abt everything" af.ton will, in fact, bring up pegging / being fingered as a joke if he thinks his wife / girlfriend is straight to test the waters ( because of the time period and him having to technically pretend to be straight ). big "haha as if. right. right?" vibes

[united-as-one]

I woke up to RDJ being announced as Doctor Dank and idk how to feel about it... Of all the characters to bring him back for, why bring him back as my favourite marvel villain ever? I hope he isn't the permanant Dunk for the franchise and we get CM later on.

At least Steve Blum is Doctor D00m in the new Marvel Rivals game ;;

[eternalbxtterfly]

Happy Sinday to all the sinners btw ^^

[angie-long-legs]

My favourite part of being the first half of the happy couple (hope you remember us btw) is that I'm also the bolder half, and it's so amusing to me how my sexy athlete gf throws a tantrum every to I send her a spicy pic while she's trying to focus on her work.

For someone who talks a big talk about how she could beat me in a fight and is very fearless during sexting, she's so easily undone over just a silly, little, innocent picture 😇

"'Course I remember ya!"

"Ha, ain't it always the way! The tough-talkin' ones always fold first. I love makin' fellas get all flustered over nothin' but a picture. Glad ta hear you guys are havin' fun this Sinday!"

[desmoulinsc-a-blog]

gin hadn't worked, nor ignoring. camille's speech is endless when combined with booze. tobias was in for a quick fix, but instead his undead brain instinctually decided to show interest in desmoulins and now the latter has latched onto him like a unshakeable hangover. having left him on his bed, toby had begun to tidy his space, preparing for whoever came the next night. but he's stopped by now and heads over to camile, roughly kissing him on the mouth, cliché attempt to SHUT him up. (smooched.)

SMOOCH THIS BOY / always accepting tbh

"so i told him to shut the fuck up,” he continues, a cigarette burning between his fingers. camille talks with his hands. the smoke dances when he does. “i told him he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about! this guy, of course, is in his best suit, dressed to the damn nines. red handkerchief in his pocket, hemmed pants—and here's me—" he gestures vaguely to himself, "—yelling at each other at the strike of midnight like fucking cinderella about politics. i got up on the fountain, and you know what i did!" camille starts to laugh. "you know what i did! i said—"

out of his laughter, his eyes catch the mouth coming down upon his own, stopping his breath, his words, and every sound that may have came after. camille breathes at the corners, heart pumping out of his chest, the rough kiss sweeping his mind of every story, every line of poetry and drunken hymns his head contained. he hardly remembers what he was talking about. when it's over, camille is left stunned into oblivion. "——okay—."

[takinghisbow]

@ahogedetective​ asked: ❝ Busy weeks were nothing new for Shuichi. Sometimes he had those weeks where he took on more cases than usual. And while he could handle it... one thing he hated was how it sometimes kept him out almost all day, which would make him return home late to Kokichi. It made him miss him so much... and one of his biggest motivators to wrap these busy weeks up; so that he could spend more time with this boyfriend, again.

Tonight was finally the last day of Shuichi being so busy with cases, having completed this one just a couple of hours earlier. Then for this entire upcoming week, he won't have to worry about a single case. He was so relieved. It meant more time with his Kokichi. But also... over the week... having built up some stress; notably sexual frustration. So when he returned home tonight... as soon as he took off his coat and kicked off his shoes, he goes to hoist Kokichi up in his arms. "Koki. I'm home." His tone was surprisingly breathless for the gentle smile he gives, as he quickly brings Kokichi up to their bedroom. He gently lays him down on the bed.. and then almost instantly, climbs on top of him, before practically crashing his lips into his.

So sloppy, so passionate... the moan he makes into it practically screams how much he's been wanting him; all of him. He kisses him over and over until he has to catch his breath, pants unstable as he whispers: "K-Kokichi... sorry, I... I just... " His hips start to buck against his, grinding their crotches together. He lets out a drawn out, aroused filled groan at how nice it felt, already feeling himself growing hard. "I-I've been wanting you so much. I couldn't stop thinking about you this entire week. I-If you may not want to tonight, then that's absolutely okay. But if you're also for it tonight, then... l-let's do it. Please... I want you more than anything right now... " ( HI NICOLE.... 2!!!! JDFNJKDFJKD hits u with the double lethal murder, toooo!!!! 🌶🌶🌶 ) ❞ ( sinday ask )

Kokichi definitely had the ability to be needy and selfish, but he could recognize just how busy Shuichi was when he took on so many cases. It got in the way of their time together, but Kokichi focused on making the most of what time they did have. Making sure Shuichi was taking care of himself when he did come home, savoring how nice it felt to fall asleep in his arms each night. Still, he wanted to curl up on the couch together and read. He wanted his time with Shuichi, just to laugh and talk and play. He didn’t voice it, however. He knew that Shuichi had to feel that same way, anyway.

He also knew that Shuichi was tired after such long workdays, so Kokichi happily kept his high libido off the table. They would have plenty of time for all of that once Shuichi’s schedule had cleared up. Still, self-relief only helped to an extent. He wanted Shuichi—his imagination could only take him so far. He needed to feel Shuichi’s hands, his mouth. He was getting more than a little desperate.

All of the above was why he was practically pacing the floor when Shuichi came home. To say that he launched himself at him would have been an understatement. “Is that last case done?” he asked, grinning as Shuichi lifted him up into his arms. Legs wrapped around Shuichi, Kokichi’s heart only raced faster when Shuichi spoke. He could hear it—the arousal in his tone. The same feeling that was thrumming through every cell of Kokichi’s body. Normally he would have made some teasing comment, but this time he just clutched at Shuichi, breathing out, “I’ve missed you so much.” In every sense of the word.

He didn’t have to ask where Shuichi was carrying him, a heavy heat growing inside him with every step. By the time Shuichi was lying him on the bed, Kokichi was grabbing at his collar to insist he followed as soon as possible. He didn’t have to wait, Shuichi there and kissing him immediately. And Kokichi kissed back hungrily, a muffled moan escaping him. Every kiss seemed to draw more heat inside of him until he feels like he nearly on fire. His hands clutched at Shuichi’s shoulders, his shirt, his hips—like he needed to touch every inch of him. The kiss breaking earned a whine from him as complaint, although he was equally out of breath. “S-sorry?” he repeated, brow furrowing. “Don’t apologize, just fuck me.”

Shuichi grinding against him made his head fall back, groaning as he clutched at Shuichi and copied the movement. “I’ve literally never wanted anything more in my life,” he responded, hand coming up to cup Shuichi’s face, his thumb brushing along his lower lip. He looked perfect like this, all desperate and aroused. Kokichi could still hardly believe that Shuichi could look at him like that. And that “please,” that admission of how much he wanted Kokichi—it had Kokichi crashing their lips back together, tongue curling around Shuichi’s through pants and moans. His fingers were hurriedly  unbuttoning Shuichi’s shirt, half-considering just tearing it off. Breaking the kiss just barely, he whispered against Shuichi’s lips, “If you’re not inside of me as soon as possible, I won’t forgive you.”

[phantomwingbeats-blog]

◘ :3c

“Sister... Aren’t you just the cutest thing.” A hand on her hips, pulling her body closer still. A smile on his lips, to pull in hers. This felt right.

[jest-a-puppeteer]

   It’s fun when they run.      It’s more fun when they run and really shouldn’t.         But what more can you really do?- Well, lay down and accept it for one, but honestly, that’s such a boring option.

  Red and black boots followed the trail of crimson that painted the pavement, each step lightly skipped on tip-toes as the Jester carefully navigated the path, making sure not to step in liquid. Oh, this one was really trying to get away but, sadly, all good things have to come to an end, and the man would have to expire sooner than intended. He was just so loud.

  Exhaling a sigh against the mask he wore, another shriek of terror echoed through the streets. Noisy thing. Time to go, then. Shaco halted in place and tipped his head slightly before sinking backward, letting the darkness of the night swallow him up completely.   The bloodied man stumbled away as quick as he could, agony shooting up and down the entirely of his leg as the opposite did all the work. Both of his hands were doing well to grasp onto whatever dent or ledge in the building’s outer-wall he could, the only way he could realistically travel to get away from this... This clown. He drew in a ragged, tired breath and readied another scream- Someone will hear him soon, right?   A heartbeat later a lithe, gloved hand pressed against the taller man’s torso with such a light touch which made him hesitate a moment, a brief glimmer of hope that someone was going to help him, but a shiver of cold took a hold of his body when he looked up to see that horrible, ceramic grinning face looking at him again.   Shaco tilted his head, one way and then the other, very light jingles from the bells upon his hat sounding in the air as he walked his fingers up the man’s chest. Shadows curled around the digits and gathered into his palm, solidifying into a slender knife which he dragged up the man’s bare neck. Purple eyes maintained contact with the ones staring back in the darkness as the blade parted skin as though it wasn’t even there.   The mental sunk deeper as it was brought up more, and more until it reached that soft part between his neck and chin. The fool leaned closer, savoring every moment that he could; Every twitch of pain, the unwilling jerk of the muscles in his body as he bled out. He didn’t care that the blood had soaked his sleeve, on the contrary the warmth was soothing, the smell so familiar.

  Finally, the jester brought his head closer once more. Had he not of been wearing a mask, their breaths would’ve entwined. The blade sunk deep, piercing through the flesh at the bottom of his mouth, slicing clean through the tongue until the tip met the hard palate of bone at the roof. Blood spluttered from the man’s mouth, teeth painted crimson as he gurgled and choked, sending droplets against the perpetually grinning mask.

  He held onto the blade as long as he needed to, though he could see that the light hadn’t completely flickered out in the poor man’s eyes. Well, he couldn’t just stand around here all night, he was a busy clown, and he definitely needed a change of clothes now- Typical.   Shaco dropped the blade, and with it he let the victim fall onto the ground with the knife still embedded beneath his chin. He looked at his hand then, a pool of red swiftly forming beneath him as he inspected the blood coating his glove and sleeve. 

  With a disapproving click of his tongue, the jester leaned down to wipe his hand on the back of the man’s shirt before adjusting his own clothing, straightening it as though it wasn’t soaked through with blood. He spun on his heel once with a small jingle that followed his movement, and promptly after the clown was gone again, no where to be seen.

[tvrningon-archive]

having thoughts this sinday about makiko and how, as she grows more comfortable with her partner and herself, she’ll be prone to purposeful but subtle teasing. ma’am will formulate a whole plan like she’s strategizing for a volleyball game and purposely get her partner worked up bc just like with volleyball, it’s satisfying to see her efforts pay off and fun to play with her partner whether they’re privy to what’s happening or not. 

and i say subtle teasing bc while makiko grows a lot confidence-wise, being blunt and bold isn’t typically her thing. particularly with physical intimacy, makiko gets flustered if she has to plainly say what she wants/feels, so subtle comments and actions that could potentially be overlooked are ideal -- either her partner doesn’t notice/chooses to ignore them and makiko won’t be mortified if nothing comes of it, or her partner does notice and things progress.

it can be a dangerous game depending on her partner, tho, bc they could turn the tables on her way too easily :’ ) makiko will be over here like “ ooh, look, i unbuttoned my shirt so you can actually see my collarbone! ” and her partner just has to do something equivalent or comment on her appearance for makiko to lose the upper hand.

and just another thought to tack onto this post while i’m at it, makiko is pretty oblivious about the effect her physical appearance has on people at first. she doesn’t think about it or tends to rationalize someone’s behavior as friendliness that she’s overthinking. but with her partner!! makiko is much quicker to notice if her appearance affects them bc there’s no need to doubt the reason behind their actions when they’re dating already. she feels confident in the feelings they share, so if their eyes linger longer than normal, she knows exactly why. which is then what leads to her feeling comfortable enough to tease her partner!

[mediaoverlord]

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[spring-lxcked]

Defaults to main verse, but open to any verse replies regardless of icon and header used. Established ships only. Open to multiple replies. Absolutely, unapologetically inspired by my own thirst post.

William was leaning over the table, one palm pressed into it as the other scribbled notes in the notebook beside his work. Shirt hung loose, mostly unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up to account for the heat that naturally built in the small room on such a hot day. Hair clung to his sweat-slicked forehead. He moved to brush it away, the movement drawing his gaze to his visitor.

He refocused on his work. "I hope you don't need anything. It's too bloody hot to be working at all."

[eternalbxtterfly]

Oh and happy sinday btw.

[furby-organist]

// happy sinday, no one asked, here’s the post

this is like, an extremely rare train of thought btw and I definitely think more about this clown’s sex life than he does (tbf I don’t think about my own sex life bc it’s boring and nonexistent so like, same goes for him, but as his writer I get to think about his)

but yeah there’s a disconnect between “[x person] would look cute all desperate n needy and they deserve their back blown out ngl” and “oh wait that means I have to actually get my dick out and stick it in them and like, do steps 2 through 10, bruh wtf this is some bullshit. this is a scam”

[sparkie96]

May I please request prompt number 88 The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc. from Prompt List # 5 please? I adore your writing and always feel so excited when you've written something new! I'm constantly going back to reread your old work, and enjoy it every single time! :)

Based off of this post because it was too good pass up. Happy Sinday! And Happy Shark Week!

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For the ten plus years that he had lived in the apartment complex, Leon had never had a problem with the washer and dryer in his apartment. It wasn’t until something went awry with the dryer and then eventually the washer, did Leon have to call and get them replaced. Until the new ones showed up, he found himself having to use the laundry room in the basement of the complex. 

At first, he never had a problem with it, he gathered his stuff in the laundry pack and grabbed his little bottle of laundry detergent and would take the elevator down to the bottom floor. He did his wash, maybe watched a video or two on his phone, or he would head back upstairs until it was time to switch everything over. It had been smooth sailing for a couple of days...until one day. 

Of course it had happened on a day where Leon was already in a mood, having been notified that morning by Hunnigan, that his request for a vacation had been denied by their superiors. She tried to word the document she had received from their boss in a kinder manner than how it had actually been delivered, but Leon was still not very happy. He had worked his ass off for the DSO, even back when it wasn’t called the DSO, and this is how they repaid him? They treated him like shit and never let him have time off. They used and abused and gave him nothing in return. 

And then, he had forgotten his phone, so while his stuff was in the washer, he went back up to his apartment to retrieve his cellphone. He hadn’t expected to be held up at the elevator due to an arguing young couple who didn’t seem to be in the mood to move out of the way, so Leon had been forced to take a detour and had taken the stairs back down. 

When he got back to the laundry room, he had been annoyed to say the least. 

His still soaking wet gym clothes were now on top of the washer next to the one he had been using, someone else’s clothes now inside of said washer. Some asshole had also taken the liberty of leaving their laundry basket on top of his laundry bag, and by the looks of it, knocked his detergent and stuff on to the floor. The culprit was seemingly not around, so Leon didn’t know who the hell had been responsible. Now, Leon wasn’t a petty man by any means. No, usually, on a good day, he was willing to forgive and forget and just be patient. 

Today was not a good day...but it did happen to be a snow day. 

The grumpy DSO grumbled as he went back upstairs to retrieve a pen and paper before coming back down via the elevator, this time pushing past the arguing couple and not giving a single shit about the looks they both gave him. 

After he was back down there, he noticed that the culprit still hadn’t returned, so he set the pen and paper down on the washer next to this one. He stopped the wash cycle on their laundry and pulled the clothes out of the washer. Carrying the heavy wet pile, Leon opened the door that led outside to the dumpsters out back and then dropped the pile of clothes in the snow. With a satisfied smile, Leon brushed the imaginary dust off of his hands and then headed back inside to finish his work and his wash. 

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For the ten or so years that Chris Redfield had lived in this apartment complex, he had almost always used the same washer and dryer down in the laundromat for his bedding and his gym clothes down in the basement level. He did use his own washer and dryer, but he usually used them exclusively for his BSAA Gear and everyday clothes. Claire and Jill both thought it kind of silly, but neither thought to question his logic. 

Anyway, Chris always used the same washer and dryer down in the laundromat, mainly because they were the only ones that worked smoothly and didn’t do something odd like shutdown in the middle of the cycle or leak or something like that. 

So, when he came back from an assignment and saw that they had been in use, Chris had been a tad annoyed. The mission hadn’t left him in the best of moods and he had been exhausted and frankly, quite sore from the fighting, so he didn’t feel like going all the way back upstairs just to use his own washer and dryer. He thought it easier and less tiring just to move the person’s belongings, do his wash, and then put their stuff back and pay for their wash to be finished. 

That had been the plan anyway. 

Chris had decided to go upstairs after all, of course after moving the person’s stuff on to the neighboring washer. While putting his stuff in the wash, he had not realized he had accidentally knocked the person’s detergent on to the floor, And then he had gone upstairs to shower and to put his bag away. He came back down and saw something that just put him in a worse mood. 

The washer and dryer were both full...but last he checked, he didn’t own buttoned up dress shirts and tight fitting gym clothes, especially with “DSO” embroidered on the chest of the t-shirts. Nor had there been a note sitting above the washer when he went upstairs. 

Chris growled low in his throat when he read the note: 

To: The person who stopped the washer in the middle of my wash cycle and took my clothes out just to wash yours…

YEAH, YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE. 

Unfortunately for you, so am I. You can find your wet clothes frozen outside in the snow. Any problems? Come see me in RM 301. 

Btw, you owe me detergent, dick. 

Crumpling up the paper until it was nothing but a tiny ball between his fists. So, not only did the asshole live in the apartment complex, but he lived a couple doors down from Chris. Good, he wouldn’t have to go very far then. Chris decided to pay this asshole a visit...and he might not be able to stop at just words…

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Leon had been just about ready to go back down and switch his clothes over when he heard the heavy and angry pounding of a fist against his apartment door. Leon chuckled, realizing that this might have been Captain Dickhead, the asshole whom Leon left their clothes out in the snow. The agent muted his show and got up off of the couch and went over to the door. He didn’t decide to look through the peephole when he opened the door, so he was in for a shock when he did. 

On the other side of the door was an equally shocked Chris Redfield, who looked a bit worse for wear. The man had a couple bruises on his face as well as now bandaged cuts. Leon could also see bandages and bruises on the man’s exposed arms. He must have gotten back from an assignment...but what the hell was he doing at Leon’s place? 

“...Leon?!” Chris asked, “What the hell are you doing here?” 

Leon blinked at the man, “...I live here.” 

Chris raised a brow, holding up the now balled up piece of paper that had gotten smaller in his fist, unfurling it until it was opened completely, “Do you know who left this...cute note, above my washer?” 

No fucking way… “Your washer?” Leon asked with an incredulous look as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed at his chest, “Do you know who left my shit on top of the washer downstairs?” 

Chris clenched his teeth, crushing up the piece of paper into an even tinier ball in between his hands again, “Yeah...I did! What the fuck?!” 

Leon stood up straighter, “What the fuck do you mean “what the fuck”?! You were the one who stopped me mid cycle and left my shit on the washer! And then knocked my shit over!” 

“Okay?! And I was gonna pay to finish it after I was done!” Chris hollered back, throwing the balled up paper at Leon, watching as it bounced off of the agent’s forehead, “You didn’t have to throw my shit out in the fucking snow, asshole!” 

“And you could have used the other washers and dryers, Fuck Face!” 

The two bickered out in the hallway, causing the door two down from Leon to open, Helena Harper peeking out after hearing the commotion and seeing the argument. Her girlfriend, Nadia right beside her, both looking disheveled and tired. 

“The fuck is their problem?” Nadia asked. 

“I don’t know.” Helena replied tiredly, closing the door, “And I don’t care. Get a room!” 

Leon and Chris heard the noise, both flashing the bystander a look of annoyance without realizing who had yelled it. Both men were quiet for a moment before looking at one another, neither saying a word for a little bit. 

Chris had broken the silence first with a tired sigh, “I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have used a different washer and dryer. I shouldn’t have taken your stuff out.” 

Leon nodded, “And I’m sorry for being petty and throwing your stuff outside...but you still owe me detergent.” 

Chris chuckled, “I’ll let you borrow mine until then. Truce?” He asked, holding out his hand. 

Leon smiled, accepting the offered and hand shaking it, “Truce.” 

 The agent invited Chris inside to continue this discussion, asking if he wanted coffee or something.

“I would…” Chris began, still looking annoyed, “But someone threw my clothes outside and now I have to go get them.” 

Another sigh left Leon, “Let me get my jacket and wallet. I’ll go with you and then treat you to lunch.” 

“I’d like that.”

[bioxdroid]

tfw it’s sexual sunday and you haven’t participated for a while...

[the-primordialburst]

Heres a skin idea for veigar! A nature priest on death and the cycle of life! for the friendo @vsa-art this was their idea not mine! I love this so much though, the body is so cool to me, and i love this mask. It’s not fully done though, I think I can keep tweaking this/ making new masks. If any of you have mask ideas send them to me! Happy sinday btw ~