#sin day

[letsstaytuned]

"Hmmm, maybe I should have a shirtless day at home, too."

[cillivnz]

it was my birthday on sept. 23! some love in my inbox would truly be appreciated <3

[remedy-robotics-rp]

Are you a dom or a sub?

"I-I um..." Scor's already turning a vibrant shade of blue in the cheeks, mouth plate clamping tightly shut, "I do not think that this evaluation is... It is not, um—"

"Oh just SAY you're a sub already, Biggus Scorpus!" Defib belts out a laugh while patting his brother on the robust back as the larger bot shrinks down like he wants to vanish, "I on the other hand am very happy with my results."

"I mean it's no surprise that I'm a man of the people~"

"B-Brother, please—"

"HA! Ease up, Scor. I'm only joking. What about you, Rippie?"

Riptide Woman has a look of DEATH on her face, glaring at her results.

"It called me an INFANT!!! THAT'S BULLSHIT!!! I WILL NOT BACK DOWN FROM ANY CHALLENGE AND WILL NOT STAND FOR ANY ACCUSATION—"

"Okay but when was your last date, sissy?"

"........"

"........"

"You should run, Defib—"

"Don't have to tell me twice!!!" 🏃🏾‍♂️💨

Tagged by: @renegaderobotics

Tagging: Anyone who's still in their pjs! Or just wants to.

[rocksinmuffin]

Fuck It, Mer-May Requests Open

In celebration of Mer-May I’m opening up for requests that fit the theme. Mermaid AUs of non-mermaid-related fandoms (ex. merformers), characters with fish-like features (ex. Kisame Hishigaki, Salvatore Moreau, Abe Sapien, Sidon), and generic non-fandom mermaid bf/gf requests are welcome. Also not restricted to just the examples I gave; as long as the request feasibly fits the theme then it is allowed.

Not sure how long I will keep requests open. The earliest I might close the inbox would be Sunday May 8th 10:00 pm EST but I might leave it open for a week or maybe even the whole month depending on how many requests I get. Whenever I do make a decision I will update my header and make a post notifying everyone that they are closed.

I will not be able to answer every request I get. I’ll pick a reasonable handful of requests that inspire me and probably bust some out through the month when I feel well enough to write. Even if I close requests earlier I will likely still be spending the rest of the month answering Mer-May requests. The requests I am unable to answer within the span of the month will be deleted (unless it’s something I REALLY want to write).

But yeah, that’s it. Go nuts and happy Mer-May.

[your-pain-is-my-amusement]

"Sexcapades. Now. Please?"

Mason looks down at Bill's pants and shrugs, "Okay."

Yeah, the two basically do it without much concern or thought over the blood spattered on his face like he's just killed some Karen or Kyle or some shit.

[ask-blinkous-galadrigal]

Top? Bottom? Or switch?

"Myself and Aarrrgh are both switch. Though Aarrrgh is the more dominate one."

[secondbcrnpiracy]

💋

It’s Sinday! Send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse!

He had some courage.. and maybe someone had spiked the strangely fresh eggnog. But Harry began walking towards her, smiling that usual sly smile that shown he was up to no good..

Only when he was close enough did he kiss her full on the lips with all his love behind it. And yes he expected one hell of a slap or a punishment for kissing his captain without permission but that was for future Harry to deal with. 

Blue eyes closed as he kissed her, only to finally pull away from what felt like an hour when really it was just a second or so.

[eric-raleigh]

23? 👀

Caught

Eric stood on the porch outside the house Siddiq shared with Rosita, Gabriel, and Coco, a box of supplies balanced against his hip. After several minutes with no answer, Eric tried the latch and found the door was unlocked. He pushed it in carefully. 

“Hello? It’s just me…Eric!” He called, letting himself in and depositing the box on a table near the door. Just as he was turning to leave, he heard a noise from upstairs. “Siddiq?” He called again.

A muted groan answered him. Eric’s brows drew together in concern and he found himself moving towards the stairs. “Siddiq?” He called again. “Rosita? Gabe?”

No response. 

Worried that one of them might be in trouble, Eric carefully ascended the steps, ears honed on anything that sounded out of the ordinary. Another muted groan from behind a partially closed door at the top of the stairs. Eric moved towards it, placing his hand on the knob. Pushing it open just a little more, Eric was about to call out once again when his eyes fell on the mirror. Or, perhaps more accurately, what the mirror was reflecting.

Siddiq was leaning against the wall, a towel snugly wrapped around his waist. His eyes were closed, head leaned back, mouth slightly ajar–completely lost in the moment. Eric’s eyes trailed down the doctor’s chest and stomach, feeling his groin twitch in response as he saw Siddiq’s hand down the front of the towel, stroking himself with vigor. 

Eric knew he should get out of there. Quickly. Just close the door and tiptoe back down the stairs before Siddiq realized he was there, but as his eyes snapped back up to Siddiq’s face, he found those large brown eyes fixed on him in the mirror. He expected anger, embarrassment, some sort of disapproval from the doctor, but none of that was reflected. Siddiq almost seemed…intent on him, his hand never stilling as he worked himself closer to completion. 

Face flaming red, Eric was frozen in place like a deer in headlights, unable to do anything but watch as Siddiq continued to pleasure himself. Dark brown eyes bore into Eric’s from the mirror, and the ginger felt his own arousal pressing against the front of his pants. Whether for his benefit or completely involuntary, Siddiq moaned. Hand moving with faster, surer strokes, Eric could tell he was nearing his peak.

Then the man was pushing off from the wall, approaching the door, reaching out. Eric was sure that Siddiq meant to open it, grab him, pull him in, and do something with him, but instead, the door slammed in his face.

Eric was mortified, yet oddly still aroused. He hurriedly made his way down the stairs, out the front door, and towards his house–avoiding eye contact with anyone he passed.  With Gracie in school and Aaron outside the walls with Michonne, Eric went straight to the master bathroom, stripped off his clothes, and took the coldest shower of his life.