#; sinday

[blindxptimism]

"Ya know what, frag all of ya....Except you, Mornie. You're perfectly fine the way you are, and you have never done anything wrong ever in your entire life.

I'm keeping it for now."

Shoves the faux toy back in the depths of his pod, where he will hopefully forget about it again. It may prove to be a valuable weapon in the future.

[dragontamer05]

You know BECAUSE it's unexpected and not something that is gonna happen often I think it would pro to make it all the hotter/ sexier when/if Tim takes a more Dom type role.

Regardless of role he is attentive and caring more about wanting his partner to feel good but yeh.

[broadcastinferno]

It’s Sinday! In a GIF image, describe what Rosie’s aftercare is like after sex please.

[radiant-and-terrifying]

Here, a dream <3

The icy trace of a dagger down the feeble wrist, light enough to tell Phobos her place. Just another prey on the course, hm? A presence makes itself known in her sanity. It was feeding licks of malicious thought down the chilled spine, awakening an instinct to run away- but she can't. Any movement was felt to be punished, and any squirm was only food for the other's wicked mind.

Would it be proper to accept your fate, pinned against a wall with both arms above your head, being stared down on your feeble body? Or perhaps you could indulge, tilt your hips to rub against the warm, idle hand..

The breath of the trapped Nox comes hot and quick as she squeezes her eyes shut, adrenaline pounding through her veins as she wriggles against the vice-like grip of the other. Gods, it was at times like these when she forgot how powerless she truly was without the comfort of her magic, staff discarded across the floor somewhere insignificant. And yet, the warmth of the figure above her, searing, seeping into her veins-- no, she has to get away, has to escape-- She squirms again, feeble, pathetic, trying her hardest to ignore the hand that lingers between her legs; but there’s no ignoring the feel of the dagger tracing her skin. An embarrassingly high-pitched keen fills the chamber, and it takes her a moment to realize it’s coming from her, her eyes flying back open, wide with terror.

[blindxptimism]

"The next nonny that calls me a slut is getting this thrown at them!"

He holds up the silver faux spike that someone had gifted to him ages ago. It's never been used and has been hiding in the back of his pod since the day it was thrown at him.

[blindxptimism]

[Sinday-inspired RP starters]

[Intimate Closeness] [for Optimus!] ❝ You’re warm… and I’m not sure I want to let go. ❞

Optimus hums softly, servos trailing along her back as they rest with one another. Her words made his spark swell, and he laughed softly, pressing a kiss atop her helm before murmuring a soft rumbling reply.

"I'm not sure I do either, but if I don't get up in the next five minutes, Ultra Magnus will send a search party, and I doubt we want him to discover us in... such disarray."

He's grinning at her, no longer the shy and awkward Prime after finally coming into his own, not just as a leader, but as a partner.

[blindxptimism]

FMK: Elita One, Megatron, Sentinel Prime

What! Well, this sucks!

Ugh, he hates these choices. Is Megatron supposed to be the Mets one? That's the only Megatron he knows! He's not awful, just a little pompous and bossy, which isn't that ba--- Ugh, no Orion!!! Focus!

"Ugh, fine. I'm gonna Conjux Eita, Frag Sentinel Prime and Kill Megatron."

[blindxptimism]

It's hot as frag today, and Orion's splurged some of his shanix on a little treat —an energon ice pop! It's just what he needs and hits the spot, plus it's tasty! However, he's so invested in the treat that he doesn't really notice the stares he's getting from other bots as he licks and eats it.