#it's sinday so i'm allowed :)

[vxctorx]

[ if vic's partner doesn't make love him while he's lying in one of his luxurious fur coats, they don't deserve him ]

[sd-vtm]

V stood by her mirror without overalls or her jacket on, currently holding a cute lacy thong in her hands, the material felt silky and she runs a finger against the small bow on the crotch.

Why would a human wear this?

There was barely any fabric to cover up!

She knew humans were a lot more..flappy down there, how was this gonna hide anything? Her body was more smooth on the outside, since things were hidden inside.

Guess it didn't really matter, did it?

So, with an easy step into of both pegs, the thin material is slipped up and snaps onto her hips. V hummed with satisfied grin. Nice, they fit perfectly, the last pair she tried just kept slipping off her when she walked too much.. The femdrone sighed while taking a small glance in the mirror, a hand on one hip before she turned slightly to take a peek at her bottom. "..Hm..! Er..crap, ..did I.. put it on, backwards? Uhm, no this looks right.."

..Though she can't really pull the butt strap past her tail since it was sorta in the way, oh well.

..you win some you lose some!

" What do you think Traitor? Do I look all sensual or what? Like the girls in those comic..! I'll admit, humans got some cute undergarment! Shame they always hide it under more clothes.."

The Sentinal in question merely lifted its head up from her bed, perched a few feet away and he let out a shuttering sound. The beast didn't know what his Master was talking about, but it senses her joy and was happy to show a little joy as well with a way of that tail. very

Yep! Looks good to me. :]

"..Alright what else, this drawer I found is full of different lacy looking things.." A small bra piece is lifted up next, black like the thong she wore and V began to give it a small look over. Pressing it up to her chest while looking in the mirror again.

"..Jeez, why so see through? The lace is cute but it's not really..covering." She huffed and tossed it aside. More lingerie is pulled out, looked at for a moment then thrown to the ground behind her. Then after a moment she feels like none with suit her, with a whine she sat on the floor looking really defeated.

"Ughh none of these look good enough on me!"

A frustrated sigh escapes V as she then fell back and laid on the floor with a flop, staring up at the ceiling.

"..I wish I had real boobs.."

Her chest plate had some shape to it, but that was it. Her hands smooth over the scars that itched around her breast plating and her optics flickered sadly. "Anything would be better than this..u-ugly disaster chest of mine.."

V frowned, she healed but.. her body still showed the damages of her fight against Traitors kind. The beast in question watched sadly as the other turned onto her side with both arms tightly around herself. "..Maybe I'll look for a top piece to go with this thong later..."

...Cause now, she just felt bummed out.

[doumadono]

for sinday.... Douma meets a goddess of love! reader? Aphrodite powers and all. lets see how the unbeliever feels when reader says she's been watching over him for quite some time(and liking what she sees), eh?

SINFUL SUNDAY

A/N: grateful for this request, I nearly forgot the pleasure of writing for my cherished Douma!

One night, a girl unexpectedly appears before Douma in his secluded chamber, radiating an aura of divine beauty.

Douma, initially unfazed, looks her up and down with a smirk. "Well, well, what do we have here? Haven't seen you around, my lotus. Who are you?"

The girl reveals her identity as a goddess, specifically the goddess of love

Douma chuckles, "Love, huh? Not really my thing, sweetheart."

She casually mentions she has been watching over Douma for some time, piquing his interest.

Douma raises an eyebrow, "Watching me, huh?"

"Oh, I've been enjoying the show, my dear. Your fights, your victories," she says. Channeling her feminine charm, the girl flirts lightly, "You may be a demon, but there's a certain allure to your chaos, Douma."

Douma, unfazed but slightly intrigued, retorts, "Flattery won't get you anywhere, goddess. I'm not the type to fall for such tricks. Better don't test my limits. I can snap your neck within blink of an eye."

The girl, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, challenges, "Perhaps not, but even demons deserve a taste of love. Care to prove me wrong?"

"I find the trivial and unnecessary nature of human emotions rather pitiful and inconsequential." Douma tells her, a wry smirk glued to his lips.

She whispers, "Love is not just an emotion, Douma. It's a flame that can burn even the coldest hearts like yours." The girl, with a snap of her fingers, using her powers, creates an ethereal sensation affecting all of his being, making Douma feel a subtle warmth in his chest.

Douma, raising an eyebrow, grumbles, "What did you do, woman?"

"Oh! Don't worry! It's just a taste of the love I can offer. A demon like you might find it... intriguing," she suggests with a grin.

Douma, feeling the unfamiliar warmth, tries to play it off, "Intriguing, huh? Don't get too carried away, goddess."

She leans in, teasing, "You're a challenge, Douma." Playfully running a finger along Douma's cheek, the woman purrs, "Life is more interesting with a little passion, don't you think?"

Douma, catching her hand, smirks, "Interesting, maybe. But I'm not one to be easily swayed."

She offers him a smile and rises onto her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his. In this moment, she seizes the chance to weave more of her enchanting spell of love around him.

In mere moments, his hakama pants and shirt find their way to the floor. Before he can fully grasp the situation, he's gently pushed onto a futon. The goddess straddles his lap, gracefully removing her attire with deliberate slowness.

In the next moment, she delicately grinds her hips, sensually rubbing her pussy against his visibly eager manhood, standing proudly in all its glory.

Douma gasps, yet places his strong hands to her hips, helping her with her movements. "Mmmm, lotus, look at you, so eager for me already. You're something, aren't you?"

She grins at him, leaning in to engage in a passionate kiss while positioning his cock at the entrance, only to descent on him ever so slowly.

Douma maintains unbroken eye contact with her, allowing her to have her share of fun with him. She rides him as if he were a spirited stallion, and he shows no objection whatsoever.

Douma's hands glide to her breasts, his fingers caressing them tenderly. "You're so hot, my little lotus, riding me as if there's no tomorrow," he praises, his voice sultry, a sly grin gracing his handsome features.

She moans his name, arching her back and rolling her head back in pleasure as his cock hits all the sensitive spots within her pussy. "Oh, Douma! It feels so incredible! I might just get addicted to a demon's touch! Never felt anything like that with a human before!"

Before too long, Douma grows bored, craving the familiar sense of control he exerts in his temple. Swiftly, he tosses her off his lap and forcefully pins her down on the futon. She finds herself on her stomach, rising her hips up for him, and the blonde-haired demon thrusts into her wetness from behind with a deep grunt, establishing a raw, almost primal tempo.

Douma swiftly succumbs to pleasure as the goddess screams, her pussy clamping hard on his cock. Douma alters his angle angle for heightened ecstasy, his cock rubs all of the spongy spots within her cunt. She climaxes with a loud moan, thrusting her hips back onto him, and he soon follows suit, cumming in her with a gasp.

As they recline together and Douma casually caresses her shoulder, he inquires about her name. She responds, "It's Y/N."

Douma grins mischievously. "I'm afraid I can't let you slip away. You're mine now."

"I'm a goddess; you can't keep me as if I were your pet," she reminds.

Douma chuckles softly, his smirk widening. "Well, goddess or not, I've always been fond of collecting rare treasures. Looks like I just found my most prized possession."

[navybrat817]

Addicted to Love has me craving more Bucky!

Me, too, nonnie.

Worship

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky should have worshipped you sooner.

Word Count: Over 600

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, implied vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), insecurities, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?).

A/N: Sinday belongs to Addicted to Love Bucky again. Hope you lovelies like it! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass, and divider by the lovely @rookthorne . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

One of the most difficult decisions Bucky made was saying "yes" to you. Looking back, he wasn't even sure exactly how he got your attention. He didn't exactly exude a welcoming presence with the permanent scowl on his face. Too busy trying to make amends after a failed attempt at dating. Too lost in his head or unintentionally pushing people away before they even had a chance to form a connection.

Yet you smiled at him.

He didn't smile back.

Now he worships you at your altar.

"Bucky?" you asked, cradling his face in your hands as you straddled him. He gripped your thighs in response as your delicate folds brushed along his cock, but he didn’t let you lower yourself onto him yet. As much as he craved his personal heaven on earth, uncertainty seeped through his mind like poison. “Talk to me.”

"Some days I think you deserve better than me," he admitted in a quiet voice.

You're worth more than weight in gold. If I’m a humble servant, do I need to cleanse my hands to touch you?

It didn't mean he'd let you go. He couldn't. It sickened him to think of another man having you in his lap like this, allowing you to touch him with such infinite tenderness. Or allowing him into your heart. Maybe Bucky wasn’t worthy because of his sins, but he’d repent and be pure.

Well, as pure as a man can be when indulging in what you offered.

"Hey," you whispered, keeping a firm grip on his face so he couldn’t look away. He didn’t dare close his eyes either. "I'm the one who gets to decide what and who is best for me."

You hovered over him, taking in the tip of his cock as you kept your eyes locked with his. The gateway to the soul, you told the unspoken truth in your gaze. That he not only deserved you, but there would be hell to pay for anyone who said otherwise. The fire that burned within your orbs warmed him, an antidote to the venom in his veins.

“So, you’re saying I deserve you?” he asked.

You rolled your hips to sink down further. “Some days I think I don’t deserve you.”

“What?” his eyes flashed as he clung to your thighs in an almost painful grip, not to stop you on purpose, but to leave his mark in a small way.

How could you think you're not worthy of me? That doesn’t make any sense. You’re a fucking goddess.

“You’re a hero, Bucky Barnes. I’m just me.”

No, fuck that. You’re everything.

“But I think that’s more than enough,” you said, pressing your forehead against his before he could speak. “And I think we’re both worthy of love. We just need to remind each other some days.”

“Yes, we do,” he agreed, fastening his mouth to yours as he guided you the rest of the way down.

Take me into your haven. Bring me to paradise that you believe I’m worthy of. Surround me with your wet heat and let me paint you with my love and devotion.

You both took what you wanted, but you gave back to each other. You gave him sighs and mewls as he grunted and moaned your name. His hands mapped your body as you moved as one. He was yours to worship as much as you were his.

And in the end, he gave you a smile reserved just for you.

The way he should’ve the day you met.

But now he could spend the rest of his days worshipping you.

Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[collar-shocked]

Axe'ing the hard questions. (THE SINDAY SPECIAL)

Authors note: So. My history on this website, from like.. Age 15 'til now, I've been SFW and lurk-friendly to all audiences. (Only for the most part, in my later years.) This is my first time publishing content with sexual tones, and actively participating in Sinday! Rejoice!! Crossing my fingers I make a good first impression😅

TLDR: Strade can't control his aggression upon finding his fox in distress, threatened by his dime-a-dozen prisoner. Not only is he quick to remind them of that, but Ren is quick to remember who holds his leash.

He's so weak.

Ren, hiding away in his room, stayed curled up with his arms around his stomach in bed, completely under the covers. He hasn't been allowed to eat for the past two days after mindlessly ruining some of Strade's furniture, and then resisting upon a rightful punishment- something he terribly regrets. He was just scared. He doesn't blame him at all. A man does what a man has to do, even if it's hard- the bad must be punished.

And boy, has he gone from bad to terrible.

Filthy guilt plagues him as he begins to think. His stomach pinches in distress, it's too much to bear any longer! He has to find something to eat! Crawling from his bed, he stumbled his light feet to the door, peeking out with his ears pinned against his head. Strade should be busy... He knows his schedule by now.

And also knows he made quick work of someone new.

He tip-toed downstairs, ears flicking against the distant noises picked up in the other room. A bead of sweat rests against his temples knowing the risk he's taking. Quietly, he slipped away into the under-door, creeping down the dark steps. This is something he has become adjusted to when Strade decides to withhold food- and he is none the wiser. The bodies usually have enough damage to be able to scrape from and have it go completely unnoticed. Something to sustain himself until mercy is given..

The silence invites him in. Holding his hands nervously, he began to sniff the air, the scent of blood drawing him in like a cartoonish hand made out of aroma. Before him lies the body of a person, horribly mutilated, with many of Strade's signatures littered throughout their beaten form. It hurt his heart. At least, wherever they've gone, they know that something good has come from their early-parting. He is thankful, and very grateful for their sacrific-

"Eee-!!"

He jumped back in a panic- they're still alive!! Ren felt his joints begin to shake all at once, watching them groggily sit up and moan hopelessly. He shook and shuddered as his eyes began to sting, becoming wet. They stared at each other in mutual confusion.

"...Wh-.. What.. Who are you? What are those?.." They asked, voice coarse and worn.

Ren wasn't sure if he should even respond. However... "..My.. My ears? A-And my tail? ..Yeah, they are real." This was.. Nice. A normal conversation. "I- um.. I can put them away, too. But I'm not really.. Allowed to do that.."

The stranger scanned him curiously. It made him nervous, but they were calm. Quiet. A very nice change of pace. The moment their eyes ran over his legs, it seems like their features had softened, spotting his decorated legs. "..I see. So, what?.. You're like.. An animal?"

"..Kind of. I'm a beastkin.." Ren turned his eyes downward, picking at his cuticles.

"Well.. It's.. Nice to meet you. I'm Bl-" Suddenly, a coughing fit. It made Ren jump and step back, looking on with sympathy. Blood left their lips. "..I'm Blake."

"I-I'm Ren.."

"Hi, Ren.." From this point on, the two carried a very brief, quiet conversation. Ren declined help, but had offered a glass of water. Anything to soothe them in a way that wouldn't get him skinned. He thought it was going well. They were pretty polite, and they talked to him like a friend. Someone who understands.

Suddenly, once it was made aware that Ren can do no more than he's already done, the stranger flicked a finger at him, gesturing to come closer. "I wanna talk to you about something... But you need to come close." The fox followed. In fact, he came close, but was then beckoned even closer. He leaned in to hear- hoping for.. I don't know. An escape plan? A way out?

But then he saw a flash of silver, and felt a hard tear to his skin.

He yelped loudly and jumped back, holding his arm as blood dripped to the floor faster than his tears did. He sniffled and cried, observing his wound, then the captive, then the wound, and back again. His crying only intensified, now stuttering. He's scared. He's so scared. He's so hurt, and betrayed, and scared.

"S-Strade.." He mumbled.

"N-No! Don't you dare!"

"Strade-! STRADE!! STRADE!!" He didn't know what else to do. He's so very frightened! All he wants, all he needs right now is protection- someone to hide behind, to save him. He began howling for his white knight, to Blake's dismay. The louder he yelled, the more he cried.

"No no no! You little shit! Shut up! SHUT UP!!" They shouted back, lunging forward- being stopped only by the restraints.

The sudden launch made Ren stumble back and sob loudly. He would have ran to the stairs if not for the door swinging open, quick-paced and heavy steps coming down. His savior.. "Str- Strade! Help me-!" The bigger man got to the bottom of the stairs, immediately pulling Ren aside to look him over.

"What's-?" He saw the tears. He saw the blood. The air in the room darkened. "You touched my fox?!" He was seeing red. Blinded by possessive rage. Strade stormed across the room, grabbing an axe from the wall.

Seeing his fast approach and look of pure, unfiltered hatred in his eyes made the captive squirm in their place. They panicked, attempting to hide behind the pole they've gotten to know so well- to no avail. They couldn't even get a scream out before the thick metal was lodged into their face, blood working like a fountain as their body slumps over, leaving Ren and Strade alone to take in the soft sound of spewing, and crying. They looked at each other, urging Ren to step away- far away. Making about six feet between them.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry- I'm really sorry!" He immediately went into defensive-mode. Apologizing with the water-works, hoping the other will, for some reason, hold no malice against his bad behavior due to pity. But he knows better than that.

"Stop it!" Strade shouted, the other silencing himself to the best of his abilities. He was going to go into it. Just rip into him about being down here at all, remind him of where he stands in this relationship- but something felt wrong, watching Ren sniffle and whimper while tending to his bloodied wound. He groans. "..Come on. Come here.. I'll fix you.."

His tone seemed safe enough. Ren approached slowly and carefully, allowing Strade to take his hand and lead him upstairs. They went to the bathroom, where Ren took a seat on the toilet, Strade retrieving a clean first aid from the medicine cabinet before finding a spot next to the other. Ren sniffled and offered his arm up to be looked at.

He was washed, sewn up and sanitized, all by the gentle hand of his caretaker. To calm his foxes nerves, he brought a hand over, beginning to pet his ear. "That's it.." Strade cooed, tilting his head as he watched Ren begin to settle. It's so calm in this room. A traumatic experience, a savior and his savee, treating Ren well and taking care of him. He could tell Ren liked it too, the way he leaned into his touch.

But he still misbehaved.

That gentle rub on the beasts ear became a tight grip. Ren yelped, being pulled from the toilet into the corner. He whimpered in fear and squirmed to sit up, raising his hands in defense- not that it helped. Strade gave a swift, hard kick to his ribs, earning a loud, pathetic cry of pain. "What the fuck were you doing down there?!"

"I-I'm-!"

Another kick. Ren has been winded.

"What? You're sorry? No you're not! Not yet!"

Tears stream from his eyes as he coughs out a cry, still using his arms to guard his head and face, curling further in the corner to find some kind of solace. He can't even begin to imagine what Strade has in mind for a wrongdoing such as that. Strade then got down and grabbed him, forcibly dragging him over despite his cries and begs. A stitch or two off his arm were snagged and broken in the struggle, causing him to bleed. A sight that was.. Very interesting.

He lifted the smaller up- his feet left the floor for only a moment. Soon after, Ren felt the cold, hard impact of the bathtub, being dropped down into it. He was dazed, and his weakness persists- A hand finding his head to rub away the ringing. Sorrowful, desperate eyes plead into Strade's own, whimpering in his new enclosure. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to upse-et you-"

"Sit up! Now!" He didn't have to say it twice. He watched the fox, wobbly and shaking weak as he sat up in the tub, looking up at him with the same sad, pathetic face he always does. He once again reached, but not with cuddly or violent intent- instead running his thumb along the others chin, then bottom lip- then finally, into his mouth. "You've been so bad lately. What's going on, huh? Why such'a naughty boy?.."

A way out. Ren shuddered beneath the others new mood. Self-perseverance is important. He sadly hummed and, hoping to lead the other along, began to lightly suckle on his finger, a blush of sheer humiliation bridging his features. Strade's eyes lit up with potential.

"..Is that it?" There was a chuckle in his voice. "You just want attention?" His suggestion was met with a shy nod. Strade took his finger back, snickering as he began toying with Ren's ears instead. He almost shied away from his touch, but- they're sensitive. It's so easy to fall for. "Maybe it's my fault.. Maybe I wasn't as present as I should have been.. Is that right?" Ren was hesitant to answer, but even so, he nodded. He's enjoying the attention.

He feels special. Like he's the worlds idol. Examining his keeper, he can hear Strade taking deep, slow breaths, and can see his pants have tightened. His bottom lip slipped under his teeth. "That's.. Right.." Spoken barely above a whisper, scooting up to hover the others hips, his eyes asking. Strade understood, a sharp smiling finding his face.

The hand Strade used to rub Ren's ear moved, gripping his hair instead and pulling his face in- cheek resting against his pants, Ren releasing a brief grunt. It isn't very often he gets to indulge in regular, common, arguably vanilla sex, so it's an occurrence cherished. "Mmmm..." A low hum, watching Ren's hand come up, resting gripped on his belt. "You're hungry, aren't you?" A pleading nod. But that's not good enough. His hair was gripped tighter, head lightly shook. "Aren't you?"

"Y-Yes.."

"Mm, sure you are~.." He began to grind against his face, making the foxes mouth drop open- hearty breathing coming from his throat.

"P-Please, please-" The longer Strade is distracted, the longer he is safe. And yet... He can't help but play his own game. This man, with his pretty honey eyes and rough, vile hands has a way of capturing him whole. His thighs are pinched together and rotating, grinding the air as warm, romantic feelings tickle his special-spots. He did this to avoid Strade putting his hands on him- but now, it's all he wants.

"Ooh.. I would love too. But you've been bad, haven't you?" He pulled the beasts face off of him.

He whines loudly. "I'll be good, I'll be good from now on I promise-! Just- Please, Strade, please, please-" Though he says he'll behave, Ren finds himself pulling against Strade's hand in favor of nuzzling back into his trousers, feeling the shapes underneath twitch upon contact. Strade hissed and began unbuckling his belt, making Ren smile wider than he had the whole week. "Th-Thank you-"

---SMUT WARNING !!!---

(Will be safe at next red barrier!!!)

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"-Don't start that yet, tod." He spoke in malice. He knows Ren can't control himself, mouth practically watering at the idea of being presented with his shaft. But as he pulled his pants and briefs down- member bobbing- he leaned away from the beastkin. Hearts formed in Ren's eyes, Strade lightly hissed at the cold air. And... Torment. Ren reached and grabbed hold, only to receive a loud slap in response. "I said don't start any of that! You still don't have permission."

Ren began to nod, rubbing his thighs together with short, quiet whimpers slipping from his lips. "Wh-What do I have to do?"

Strade leaned down and removed the others glasses, setting them aside before resting his heavy, warm shaft on his face, lightly dragging it up and down. Ren gasped in delight, squeezing hold on the bathtub. "I want you to admit what you've done wrong. Tell me.. Why were you downstairs?"

"I-I-" Oh god. If he says anything, he could get punished twice as hard later on. But he can't lie! ...He swallowed his fear. "I we-went down to pick at the body, I-I'm so hungry, Strade.."

"You're hungry?"

"I'm hungry.."

He felt Strade continue to rub. He pulled his member lower, bringing a hand to help guide his tip to Ren's mouth. "Then eat.."

Permission. Almost immediately, Ren opened his mouth wide and closed it around his 'caretakers' cock, suckling and whimpering with pleasure. He transitioned between sucking, to pumping, to licking- anything he could think of to consume this delicious, generous treat he's been given. Above, Strade couldn't keep his mouth shut, softly groaning into the air- feeling Ren's soft hands bury into his clothes to cup and massage his testicles. Leaning his hips forward while resting his hands on his hips, he simply stood and enjoyed as Ren worked. "Aahh... Tighter.." His voice was so gentle. Ren began to squeeze down on his balls, rolling his thumbs into them while bobbing his head, humming with nothing but delight.

Ren's mind-fog was quickly cleared after feeling Strade's brute hands find the back of his head. He could hardly get a thought in before his throat was forced open, immediately gagging against the others skin. His full length was dragging in and out of Ren's mouth, uncontrollably moaning and whining in both distress and pleasure. His claws gripped his keepers hips to cope, listening closely to Strade's rough husky grunts and gasps- he's close.

And yet, deprived him of climax.

He pulled out before he could blow, leaving Ren's mouth with a pop. Both of them panting, one much harder than the other, made way for Strade to continue. "Stand up." He ordered, watching Ren and his shaky legs lift himself up. "Turn around." He gestured a spinning motion with his hand, stepping into the tub with him. He shoved the fox against the wall and held him there by the nape of his neck, forcing his shorts down- leaving Ren to sigh lovingly, poking his butt out for attention- attention he got quick. Strade stepped close and forced himself inside, Ren gripping the tiles on the wall, burying a yell into his arm at the rough, burning sensation. It hurt like a bitch, but it also felt so good to be filled.

"Arm down!" An order that didn't have to be spat twice. Ren moved his arm and rolled his neck, beginning to moan and cry into the open air, coating over the sound of skin smacking skin. He was bleeding, but it made for excellent lubricant- only making Strade faster, slamming into him stronger, forcing him still with a hand gripping Ren's hip, his other pulling tight on his tail.

He loved the sound of his helpless howls. The pain mixed with the pleasure- his punishment for misbehaving, and his reward for being honest. They stayed like this for several minutes. The pain had eventually melted away into overwhelming, vibrant enjoyment, Ren grabbing at the wall for some kind of support. Strade, feeling himself about to pop, came closer and dug his nails into Ren's hips, lifting his feet off the ground for a closer position, slamming and railing into his entrance while dry heaving under the others loud moans and pleasure-sobs. Strade let out a deep, coarse growl as he came, filling Ren up enough to leak once he pulled out.

His knees shivered. About to lean for his shorts to finish up, Ren was interrupted- Strade forcibly turning him around- now facing each other. "Take a seat." He gestured to the toilet. Back to square one. Shuffling weakly out of the tub, he plopped down on the toilet lid, looking to the older man for further instructions. He was told to stay. Strade fixed his clothing and exited the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

He is still hungry. And now his body hurts- still shaking off the after-jitters. In a way, he feels disappointed in himself. How easily he caved, welcoming with open arms another way for this man to hurt him. It was almost sad. Almost.

Soon enough, Strade rejoined him, a handheld camera in hand. Ren knows the differences between his personal and "professional" filming equipment- solace coming from knowing this little thing is personal. it was filming, and it was on him. "Touch yourself.. Finish for me.." His breath was laced throughout his words.

Happily.

Ren shuddered and lightly grabbed his own member, still hard and undone. He whined upon stroking himself, panting softly- wearing the best suitable expression for Strade's pretty movie. His voice became light and pampered, spreading his knees and holding his hips out for the best view, releasing short moans, one for every tight pump. Strade wore a devious grin, hardly watching the camera screen, keeping his eyes locked directly onto Ren instead, infatuated with the ridges along his cock, the pretty, shiny bead of precum resting off his tip. His sounds became more desperate, a hopeless buck of his hips- rolling his head back to rest. Soon enough, his body began to jerk and flinch, voice sounding strained and whiny- and finally, a pop, releasing thick strings of semen onto the floor. Strade breathed deeply as a result. The camera, after getting a shot of the mess on the tiles and Ren's blushing face, was shut off and tucked away.

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---SMUT OVER. SAFETY ZONE !!!---

Strade took extra care in cleaning each of them up, resewing some plucked stitches during the excitement for his fox. Dressed, tired, entirely worn out, and emotionally exhausted, Ren clung to his keeper, being carried to the master bedroom. This is a rare moment of calm. Stillness. He was set down upon the bed, Strade moving back for him to get cozy on his own. It's always such a privilege laying in this specific bed. It smells like him.. He can find loose hair on the pillows, discarded, not-yet-washed laundry in the hamper- despite the crimes that have been committed on this mattress, it still brings him comfort.

Ren was then left alone. Just.. Allowed to sleep in the big bed. Allowed to rest up and recover after such violence, and the trauma of betrayal. Looking at the patched wound on his arm, he can't help but feel his eyes sting, snuggling into the pillow to soothe himself.

Ren was not a person right now. Not to Strade. He was something to enjoy. Like taking your favorite stuffed animal to bed with you, this is exactly what he did- arriving back to the room with a bowl of snacks, making the foxes ears perk up. He nestled into bed next to him, inviting a cuddle- and a pick at the bowl. "Don't be greedy, now. Eat something.."

Snuggling in bed. Watching TV. Running by a 'one for you, two for me' policy on the treats- not that Ren minded, he got to have something in his belly. It was... Nice. It won't last long, he knows it won't- but for the time he has it, a nice Strade, he's going to enjoy it.

[demonsdealings-a]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

what’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

Vox x Velvette, Husk x Angel, and I don’t have particular OTPs for Val or Alastor.

On the blog? I would say radioaf’s Alastor and my Vox have me on chokehold.

what are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I’m pretty selective with AUs, but once I’m hooked… I am hooked. Otherwise, I like to explore variety. I want to grab our muses and drag them into the depths of all parts of their mentalities. Any genre that allows me to understand the intricacies of our portrayals more.

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

I just follow common sense rules. Age gaps are a matter of perspective, and my only general rule is I do not ship minors x adults.

are you selective when shipping?

Yes. I am someone who puts a lot of time into ships, so I can be selective about writing chemistry and dynamics. I know I will put a lot of effort in, so I want to make sure it is something that clicks well.

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Usually if it feels like it would be in a Sinday meme, that is where the line falls.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

See my Ship Bias List.

does one have to ask to ship with you?

Nah. Asking feels kind of formal. I like to just wing it unless we are trying to plot something. I fully support one-sided dynamics too, so there’s no need to worry about forceshipping or anything imo.

how often do you like to ship?

Hmmmm. I enjoy shipping when there are a variety of dynamics or if the ships have a lot of nuance, but I can get burnt out on fluff pretty fast. Hence, why I write Sinners. I enjoy shipping for sure, but it's not the focus of my writing.

are you multiship?

Ye ye, but I can be selective about shipping with multiple iterations of the same character. My muses are largely portrayal-focused.

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Somewhere in between depending on the day.

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

I don't think I really have one 🤔 I mean conceptually?? I really like Verosika and the Vees.

finally, how does one ship with you?

I really wanted to write "Fuck around and find out," but I recognize that is largely unhelpful haha. Send me memes or tag me in things. I am very approachable! I am a pretty insecure writer though, so I kind of assume people are more interested in other partners or ships. But if something clicks with you, just lemme know. I'm usually pretty happy to indulge with folks!

tagged by: @museguided tagging: @radioaf @voxuli @poisonedspider @hazbintales @protectivemuses

[r3dblccd]

[ rough play ] - sei & takumi

Sinday Foreplay Prompts

"Oh-ho-ho, you really think you would be able to take me down, huh?" Takumi smirked. It would be a lie if he said he didn't like the confidence in his boyfriend's tone as he said it. "Show me then, now I'm really curious." He responded, giving a beckoning gesture for Sei to come closer with his index and middle finger.

Now, if someone saw them, they might think the two were acting too 'childish' for their ages, Takumi knew that. But he also didn't care. After all, it was just the two of them, two lovers together. So what if they were being a little silly? Just because they were adults it didn't mean that life had stopped and that they couldn't have fun. It was rather amusing, how Sei was trying to "attack" him, but that not really quite working out for him. All the while Takumi, who had been trained how to fight ever since he was young, was holding back, more or less (after all, nothing about this was serious, he didn't want to accidentally hurt Sei as he played along).

At one moment Takumi even let Sei have his moment to shine by allowing him to take the upper hand. The look on his face was just so adorable thinking he'd win. But what Takumi found even more cute was when suddenly he had his sweet, sweet Sei pinned under him, his back making contact with the soft couch in the room.

"I guess I win. Though, you did pretty good." Takumi grinned and leaned in closer to Sei's ear as he gently pressed his hips down against the younger's lower stomach. "Do I get a reward?"

[shdwtouch]

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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. || accepting !

let me preface this by saying... I am a sex-repulsed asexual. nsf/w content generally makes me incredibly uncomfortable and I very rarely engage with it. however. people should be allowed to engage with nsf/w content as much as they want ? like. people shouldn't feel the need to relegate their spicy / mature blogging to a sideblog or a single day of the week. and they shouldn't be made to feel bad for deciding that they will engage with that kind of content on the daily.

simultaneously, folks like me should not feel devalued for the fact we don't want to write sm*t. I should not have to preface any part of my decision making with "oh I'm sex-repulsed" to be considered valid in not wanting to engage with nsf/w content. like, the fact that some people would refuse to ship with me because I'm not okay with writing sm*t. its not like I'm immature or underage, its just... I'm not comfortable doing that ? in my head, its literally the essence of breaking up with your partner cuz they don't want to have s*x with you. people take it so personally !

so like. don't make people feel bad for wanting to engage with spicy / mature content outside of "sinday", and don't make people feel bad for not wanting to engage with spicy / mature content at all. its okay if one or the other isn't your speed / style, but what isn't okay is alienating people because they choose one or the other.

also, in extension to this, and this is an unpopular opinion specific to BG3 and its fandom, but... its not a s*x sim. its just. a little frustrating and invalidating to see people generalize the game to the relationships you can build with the companions. me, sitting here wishing I could play as an asexual character in-game while still building meaningful relationships with the companions, knowing that my minority ass will most likely never see those kinds of options in a game. THANKFULLY, I have seen only a little of this in the rpc, its more prevalent in fandom spaces like youtube. and again, this isn't like a... I'm not going to judge you or criticize you for choosing to play / discuss the game in that way. its just uncomfortable for me orz

[fishermcn]

Smash or Pass + his dearly albeit secretly beloved fox lady .

@vulpesse // sinday shenanigans.

"Dunno a fuckin' thing no more, I don't."

If there's any possible way a man could slip further into the ragged cloak he wears, Sam would be doing just that. There's a twitch of his fingers, a rapid fire tap-tap-tap of his nails against the top of the table, before the bottle's raised yet again... only for the glass to clink emptily when it meets the table again. Beside it Sam's allowed his face to meet the wood, the words drifting up decidedly frustrated. "Come from a bad place, I do. Weren't nothin' pretty back then, certainly not folks. Made do, found things ya liked 'bout them enough to cling together." A sigh sucks the air out of those useless lungs of his, one so deep you could be mistaken for fearing to fall into it. "She ain't that. Too much, almost. Someone outta some storybook, pulled from the pages."

Sharp eyes golden like honey, that shape her mouth takes just before a laugh like bells rings out, those markings etched into her skin that dance with the seasons and shift as though to draw the gaze across her form-- it's all too much, too bloody much, and Sam leans back to press his hands into his tired eyes as though he could squeeze the thought of her out of his thoughts. "... been hunted all m'life. Tried to drown me wearin' pretty faces, singin' in pretty voices. Now'm out here, keepin' company with someone who ain't even hidin' what she is, what she does... yet I'm here just..."

There's a long moment of quiet, followed by the muffled thunk of his forehead against the tabletop again. "Pass. Godsdamn, pass." Even if the sight of her in the mind's eye with claws bared, fangs glistening, and blood dripping down her chin sets every nerve on edge in a way that should've fucking been fear but ain't.

[hells-greatestdad]

//

Before Sinday passes us by, I just wanna say....

Lucifer enjoys being dominated, and while he is canonically a switch, I definitely see a very clear lean in one direction

I can't seem to find the tweet now, but there is a (very explicit) art sheet of him trying and only halfway succeeding at being a "bad boy" with Lilith (at her request). He only gets so far before he is like "I can't do this anymore, I'm sorry Lily I didn't mean anything I said during that" and she's just like "I know I know, you still did a good job though" lololol

I can see him allowing himself to be dominated to a pretty rough degree if his partner wanted to go far with it, but I also don't think he would be able to dish out the things he'd be willing to take

XD

[chounaifu]

not counting possibly abusive and toxic situations, what's the worst experience you had while roleplaying? something annoying, something petty, something that in hindsight can be considered an inside joke. go nuts. be salty

War. . . .

War never changes.

The multiple times, when I was writing Lucy from Elfen Lied, across multiple platforms, where my icons were stolen, my headcanons were lifted, and my formatting was copied.

The multiple times when "child of my character" OCs were thrown at my muses without anybody even asking me if I wanted to interact with these lost, sassy children.

The 2007-2009 Naruto RP era of 5000 Uchiha OCs, 5000 Akatsuki OCs, and 5000 fan villages. This was the same era where people started to get annoyed with OC and canon interaction, and I'm forever bitter that immature behavior attached to these rp stereotypes forever changed the way we perceive OC (especially FEMALE OC) writers.

That one time somebody who wrote a 5 year old muse kept commenting IC on my smut asks. (It was so fucking weird.)

The 2009-2011 era of Hetalia RPers who reacted to world tragedies by turning it into lore for their Hetalia muses. (Long suffering on Gaia Online.)

Speaking of Gaia Online, the era of trying to RP in Towns and either 1. Missing the response because you walked away to grab a drink, and the comment bubble already disappeared. And 2. Random nude avatars walking up to you and asking to cyber.

The 2010-2011 era of Pokémon roleplay on Facebook and Gaia Online forums where shipping adult characters with the protag characters was RAMPANT. God I had some annoying Lyras trying to jump my Proton constantly.

That one time I was RPing Cassidy on Facebook and someone's non-rp profile kept trying to talk to me and date Cassidy LMAO.

The word Sinday. I hate the word Sinday.

"THIS CHARACTER IS MY HUSBAND BACK OFF XDDD"

People trying to force redemption arcs on my villain muses.

"I'm 16 I'm considered legal in my country so I should be allowed to write smut with you." <- actual quote from actual rper @ actual adult me like 6 years ago.

The era of gender bend muses where the character was completely changed in personality just because the gender was swapped.

*Glomp.* Hi Itachi senpai XD

MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF UNPROMPTED SMUT RP THAT ALWAYS SEEMED TO SPAWN WHEN THE PLOT WAS GOING NOWHERE.

[brooklynislandgirl]

14. Give us a random sinday headcanon or fact about your muse!

Some Like It...Mild || Accepting

"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long." Her eyes ever so slowly rise from the page, up over the edge of the book itself, and straight at Ron. She doesn't quite meet his eyes. She knows how he feels about that.

"Like...dat's suppose f' be romantic? Oh yes, want ya so much...it gonna be ovah in a minute an' likely ya not gonna get much out of it."

She flips through some of the pages, scanning them rather than reading.

"A small moan escapes my mouth as my insides melt and unfurl." She snorts indelicately. "Dat's not a' orgasm, dat's a sure symptom of Legionnaires' disease." Flip, flip, flip. "...'How long will dis hideous overwhelming feeling last?' ...apparently, five hundred an' t'irty-some pages." She quiets down a moment when Ron clears his throat and she can't tell if it's a stifled laugh or a more dire warning. After all, he's trying to read, too.

"Oh. Come on! 'It slips down my t'roat, all seawater, salt, da sharp tang of citrus an' fleshiness... ooh. I lick my lips an' he's watchin' me intently, his eyes hooded.' It's an oyster, not his pen-"

Ron's fingertips graze the inside of her wrist slowly, carefully, before he pulls the book out of her hand. ~*~

Do not allow Beth to read/watch any kind of erotica. She will ruin it with running commentary. Which is kind of terrible, because she has a deeply voyeuristic bent. But there's some kind of difference between watching/being watched and what the media has to offer.

[ssolessurvivor]

passion / passion reverse?

Not sure if this is breaking boundaries of friendship but I'm sure this has happened at some point ^^ and if it's only for undercover work

sinday memes - always accepting! - @shieldagentnatasharomanoff

Logan knew that undercover missions could be spontaneous, but he didn't realize it meant he'd be pulled in while they were just out and about one day. Something had happened, and the way she switched gears, it always amazed him. How could she always be so prepared? He did everything she said, that line 'when you go on the run first rule is to walk' made complete sense, but he strangely felt a little more nervous than he would've any other time. He tried to shield her from things, tried to seem like they were together if only to keep himself distracted, like he was actually some help.

Granted he had a conceal and carry, and he carried, he couldn't exactly shoot anything right now. Not that he would anyways.

Leaning up against one of the railings on the second floor of this ridiculously massive venue they were at, she'd turned so quickly to him, those mannerisms he knew well from intimate moments shared, he felt the heat rise in his cheeks but he acted anyways. She'd stepped between his parted legs and his arms wrapped her up so delicately when her lips met his, his brain stopped. One hand settled on the back of her head but eventually found itself trailing her jaw, his thumb settled on her chin. His other arm had her pulled in close, almost protectively, so she couldn't be snatched from him.

When she pulled apart, Logan immediately felt his heart jump into his throat, but he swallowed what he hoped was more of his blush and allowed his hand which had settled on her jaw down to her shoulder. "Are they gone?" A whisper as he leans in, still trying to play the part but give her time to look, that he mouths the shell of her ear, mismatched eyes also trying to see if he can find anyone suspicious eyeing them. Waiting for her ok, he holds her close, arms settled on her waist and placing a soft kiss on her neck for good measure. Trying to calm the racing of his heart.

[soulsxng]

🫶what does after care look like for them? 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? for Py

@strawberryxdreams | Sinday headcanons | Accepting!

🫶what does after care look like for them?

It depends on his partner. If it's someone he doesn't know, or isn't at all close with, it'll be pretty basic. Offering a shower; a bed if they're too tired to leave by the time they're finished up. Making sure they're otherwise okay. And then giving them space. Or if he's the one at their place, he'll just make sure they're okay, get his clothes back on, and head out. Might stay and bask in the afterglow a little bit, but for the most part he just kind of assumes "Oh, this is a really casual thing, so they're not going to want me sitting here acting like it's anything else. It was fun, now I'll let them determine what they want to do from here."

If it's someone that he'll see often afterwards (someone that works for him, or like...other royalty or something), or is more casual friends with, there'll be a little more to it than that, if his partner wants. He'll actually help them clean up a little bit. Maybe offer them something to eat, depending on the time (and if he's already going to be making something for himself anyway)...though that'll be a pretty nonchalant "If you're hungry, I'm going to make something, so come downstairs whenever." He'll be more apt to linger around after they're both finished having sex, and talk a little between them. Aside from that though, it's up to his partner whether he throws in a couple things from the next category, or simplifies it more to the scale of the last category.

If it's a friend, a lover, or just someone that he has sex with often, he's apt to spoil them more (especially in the first two cases). There'll also be a lot more of him being his naturally more playful self around with them afterwards, unprompted. He'll run them a bath afterwards, and while it's filling, go get them something to drink. Carry them to the bath, and help them clean up. Depending on the time, he'll bring them back to bed afterwards so they can sleep, or talk, or if they have to go home or to work or whatever else right away, he'll make sure that they have clean clothes to wear when they leave. If they spend the night, they can expect him to make them breakfast, and bring it to them in bed. Kind of just goes the whole nine yards if his partner wants/allows it.

Overall though, he's not usually the type that finishes, rolls over immediately, and ditches without a word. That makes him feel too much like there's some kind of implied feeling of shame or regret toward the encounter if he does that, so he'll always at least make an effort to show basic decency in his aftercare.

🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it?

Man, he has so many. He's an especially sexually open person, and honestly there are quite a few of his kinks that kind of come and go over time. Some mainstays are things like sensory overload/deprivation, exhibitionism, power struggle, etc.

[tealeavesandthorns]

What’s your favorite part of Gareth's body?

Sinday Asks are open! Ask my muse all the naughty things you want to know! @dontcxckitup

"I'm not allowed to say...."

"I'm joking. But goodness, do I have to pick just one? There are so many? Eyes, hands, shoulders, arms, god he's got the most gorgeous arse..."

[anthony-j-crowley-snake]

Open to anyone, it's Sinday so...why not?

During one of his previous trips to Hell, he spent some time in Lust. And didn't come back top side without a reminder. He could keep it in control for most of the time, but eventually it became like a fever. An animalistic heat...with an arousal that clouded his brain until it became incredibly painful.

There was no waiting it out or bypassing it with anything other than fucking it out.

The reason Mrs. Sandwich had put up those damn posters was because the stupid heat caught up with him by surprise and well...circumstantial opportunities that allowed him to nip it in the bud early and easily.

But he's ignored it far too much this time. It was unbearable and his focus was shit. Flushed and hard, he tried to excuse himself but it was becoming almost painful.

"I got marked in hell as an incubus for shits and giggles, but it's not a fucking joke! So unless you want to fuck so I don't slip into madness, I'm gonna go meet someone from Tindr!"