#sinday inbox asks

[rpmemesiwanttosee]

Guess My Muse’s Kinks

They can only respond with yes, no, or maybe.

[carumemes]

Send ♨️ for your muse to walk into the mixed bathhouse and see my muse taking a bath there

Add "+reverse" for my muse to walk in to yours instead

[angelprompts]

this one’s for the brats   ♡   feel free to change anything as needed.  happy writing ᵔᴗᵔ

"oh, yeah?”

“what are you going to do about it?”

“what are you going to do if i don’t?”

“make me.”

“you think you’re in control? aw. how cute!”

“can i sit in your lap?”

“mhm  ..  sure you will.”

“that’s all you’ve got?”

“i’ll do what i want, thank you very much.”

“but i’m cute so it’s okay.”

“you’re cute when you think i’m listening to you.”

“or what?”

“you’re not the boss of me.”

“but . . but . .”

“no.”

[noahsresources]

sinday information!

bold what applies to your muse. italicize if it somewhat applies/is something that they may be interested in. strike out what does not apply to them/is something they’d prefer to avoid at all costs. PLEASE REPOST & LINK BACK TO THIS POST, DO NOT REBLOG.

identity & preferences.

heterosexual.  bisexual.  pansexual.  homosexual.  asexual.  demisexual.  other orientation not specified.  cisgender.  transgender.  non-binary.  intersex.  other identity not specified.  dominant.  submissive.  verse/varies.  sex with men.  sex with women.  sex with non-binary people.  sex with multiple people.  sex-neutral.  sex-favorable.  sex-repulsed.  no sex drive.  low sex drive.  average sex drive.  high sex drive.  sex in the morning.  sex in the mid-morning.  sex in the afternoon.  sex in the late afternoon.  sex in the evening.  sex late at night.  sex at any time.

sounds.

very quiet.  very loud.  grows in volume over time.  whimpering.  whining.  moaning.  yelling.  sobbing.  gasping.  heavy breathing.

body.

fully clothed.  underwear only.  naked.  lingerie.  casual costumes.  sexy costumes.  clothing not typical of their gender.  wears a bra.  wears panties.  wears boxers.  a cup.  b cup.  c cup.  d cup or larger.  1-5 inches.  6-9 inches.  10 inches or larger.  sensitive neck.  sensitive shoulders.  sensitive chest.  sensitive nipples.  sensitive sides.  sensitive abdomen.  sensitive hips.  sensitive ass.  sensitive thighs.  sensitive knees.  sensitive shins.  sensitive feet.

toys.

using vibrators on their partner.  having vibrators used on them.  using dildos on their partner.  having dildos used on them.  using strap-ons on their partner.  having strap-ons used on them.  using cock rings on their partner.  having cock rings used on them.  using gags on their partner.  having gags used on them.  using anal beads on their partner.  having anal beads used on them.

fetishes & activities.

leather.  ropes.  nylon.  silk.  latex.  uniforms.  stockings.  corsets.  footwear.  high heels.  piercings.  strap-ons.  tattoos.  sharp items.  weapons.  handcuffs.  blindfolds.  hair.  mouths.  teeth.  tongues.  eyes.  noses.  hands.  chests.  arms.  underarms.  stomachs.  hips.  asses.  cocks & balls.  legs.  feet.  urine.  blood.  menstrual blood.  lactation.  cum.  scat.  vomit.  ghosts.  demons.  angels.  monsters.  aliens.  vampires.  werewolves.  mannequins.  tentacles.  pet play.  puppy play.  pony play.  macrophilia.  microphilia.  food.  intoxication.

kinks & interests.

giving anal sex.  receiving anal sex.  giving vaginal sex.  receiving vaginal sex.  giving oral sex.  receiving oral sex.  frottage.  edging.  being edged.  cock warming their partner.  being cock warmed.  tying up their partner.  being tied up.  cuffing.  being cuffed.  blindfolding.  being blindfolded.  calling their partner daddy/mommy.  being called daddy/mommy.  bdsm.  desperation play.  cum play.  knife play.  gun play.  blood play.  food play.  sensation play.  dirty talk.  roleplaying.  barebacking.  female domination.  praising.  being praised.  worshipping.  being worshipped.  humiliating.  being humiliated.  degrading.  being degraded.  biting.  being bitten.  scratching.  being scratched.  giving pain.  receiving pain.  spanking.  being spanked.  whipping.  being whipped.  licking.  being licked.  tickling.  being tickled.  choking.  being choked.  fisting.  being fisted.  breeding.  being bred.  giving hickeys.  receiving hickeys.  making their partner’s belly bulge.  having their belly bulge.  pulling their partner’s hair.  having their hair pulled.  watching their partner.  being watched by their partner.  watching a third party.  being watched by a third party.  playing with their partner’s nipples.  having their nipples played with.  playing with their partner’s ass.  having their ass played with.  their partner dressing up.  dressing up.  intercrural sex.

locations.

in a bedroom.  in a hotel room.  in a home bathroom.  in a public bathroom.  in the bath. in the shower. at school.  in a closet.  in the kitchen.  in the living room.  in a lounge.  in an office.  in a restaurant/cafeteria.  in the woods.  in a garden.  in a field.  at a beach.  in the snow.  in a car.  by a lake/river.  in a tent.  in a barn/loft.  in a tower.  under a desk.  at a hospital.  in an abandoned building.  on a rooftop.  in an alley.  in a parking garage.

[grandma-susan]

Send a "I can't believe you rented a dirty movie!" To see what my muse's response to casually watching a dirty movie.

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[sweetnspicymemes]

🔞butts

Send..

🍑 for my muse to compliment your muse's ass

👋 for my muse to smack your muse on the ass

🎶 for my muse to twerk or grind against your muse

���� for my muse to massage your muse's ass

💋 for my muse to sit on your muse's face

[zestials]

FOR  NOW  /   HE  WILL  ACT  AS  THE  SPIDER’S  SACRIFICIAL  LAMB.   he will lay kneeling at the altar of his own gratitude, between opened thighs and tender fingers that card through his hair so gently, so sweetly.  angel is the devotee  ;  the body meant to worship with his open, wet mouth and kiss - swollen lips, a tongue gliding over the overlord’s inner thighs, up his length. he will sink down onto him, looking up at him past thick, mascara-kissed lashes, swallowing zestial whole, putting everything he could into providing pleasure.

this is his  SUGARED  THANKS.  zestial had taken angel’s soul for himself,  he had  FREED  HIM  as if such an action would not tear angel asunder with gratitude so strong he could never truly express it with words alone.  but fortunately,  he  didn’t  have  to.   ACTIONS  WERE  SO  MUCH  LOUDER  THAN  WORDS,  ANYWAYS  . . . 

angel ground himself onto the blankets beneath him  ;  his own hard, aching core pressed against the bed, his body slick with sweat and desperation.  (  such erotic tendencies, he supposed, were older than time itself  /  and no wonder it would bridge the gap between the days of their respective deaths!  )

assurance had come prior , there was no need for payment ! truth be told , it was a selfish act in the first place ; an effort to crumble an empire. angel had been an innocent in the crossfire , zestial had needed a foothold --- it was calculated. but perhaps there was more to it , he might be a monster but zestial had his own twisted morals suited to fit endeavors. he let angel choose to do as he pleased which had somehow landed them here. zestial had been the choice for the night.

indulging such with purrs of praise , one claw rakes through fluff far more carefully than the other that tears at fabric beneath him. is his composure slipping ? surely not ! he's had centuries of practice after all , but the lull of power surrounding them like wisps of shadows suggest otherwise. the heat of angel's mouth wrapped around him is an exquisite form of torture.

building heat has the claw tugging at him , a cant of hips to pull back. green eyes illuminate in the low light moving along form as if to commit to memory. he pushes himself up smoothly , slowly encroaching on angel's space. his voice is lower than usual , that unearthly quality ever present. " i do enjoy screams. " a tug on his mouth , red forked tongue swiping against bottom lip.

it's not a threat , no , an offering. he wants permission. " they need not be from terror. " head tilts , a crackle as another set of arms move but do not dare touch , hovering over heated skin. eyes squint into crescents , " may i ? "

[tangleweave]

“I want you inside me.” (Vision)

[ Spicy Consent / Accepting ]

The words were whispered into Vision's ear while his mouth was gracing Wanda's neck with a mixture of kisses and nibbles. Being able to adopt a human aspect had some undeniable perks... among them, the gift of being able to choose the elements and proportions of his external anatomy. And every last centimeter of him has been meticulously crafted to replicate the appearance and feel of a man.

One who was now lying in bed alongside her, not a stitch of clothing anywhere near either of them... her arms wrapped about his middle, her lips brushing everywhere she could reach. And while he had been content to explore the notion of titillation, the expression of this particular desire triggered something quite different within himself. He had heard of a 'rush' before, the sensation of an uptick in heartbeat and the flood of adrenaline in one's pulmonary systems to enhance the senses, response time, et cetera.

But it was something very different for an android to experience. And he knew that if he attempted to analyze it intellectually in this moment... it might well be ruined by his dedication to academia.

So, he permitted the introduction of poorly-defined 'instinct' into the equation. One hand resting at Wanda's hip, the other trailing up her ribs and sliding purposely across her ample chest and one of the peaks there on his way up to the side of her neck.

He shifted his head up and found her lips. Pressed his own to them for a languorous kiss while slowly rolling atop her. He took a long moment to let his weight settle across her, to feel the warmth of her body glowing against his. And then, he met her eyes.

"May all your desires be fulfilled," he murmured... and then he sought out her hand, and guided it down between them, encouraging her to take hold of him.

[rexxdjarin]

Please give us “beg for it” with Rex!

S I N D A Y I N B O X M E M E

“beg for it.”

this got filthy. shit.

You look up at him from your knees, his deep brown eyes dark with a ravenous, almost angry lust tonight. You’re not sure what’s coming over him, but when he’s all worked up like this he looks delicious.

Towering, broad chest glistening with a sheen of sweat from a more intense make out session than you’ve had with him in months. His hand caresses your cheek, while the other rests on his utility belt, preventing you from tearing at the clothes on his lower half like you usually do.

He knows you want him. You need him. Yet he hasn’t moved an inch. He just stands over you, glaring down at your completely naked body, your hands and knees digging into the floor, your eyes blinking up at him with the loving, trusting adoration he needs from you to feel whole again.

“Rex I want-” you start to ask, lifting your hands off the floor to grip the plastoid armor on his thigh. He tenses, cocking his head to the side and biting his bottom lip in a devilish smirk. His fingers glide under your chin, drawing your eyes back up to his and waiting for your doting, doe-eyed attention to be on him before he speaks.

“Beg for it.” He orders, the commanding domineering tone sounding a lot more like the Captain to his men than your boyfriend to the love of his life. His eyes roved down the curves of your body as you blinked up at him, still clinging to his thighs.

You pouted and whimpered, almost a little dejected at the prospect of having to now work for what he always gave you readily. “Rex.” You whined, questioning why in maker’s name he was playing hard to get. You ran your hands up closer to where you could see he needed you and huffed grumpily.

“Mmm my little mesh’la…all that whining. Fuck- you play brat so fucking well…you heard me. Beg for it.” He ordered through gritted teeth, the gruffness to his tone making a pool of heat drip between your closed thighs and the breath catch in your chest.

Your breaths came in shallow pants as he scowled down at you, the playful little glimmer in his lust blown pupils exciting you more than your heart could handle. Still, after all this time, he got you going like no one else ever could. You slowly moved to unclip the plastoid from his legs and dragged your palms down his bare thighs, gripping them as you hummed softly. You felt him shiver slightly, desperately trying to keep his rigid composure to fulfill the role he’d set up for himself.

“Please, Rex? Please?” You begged, your voice sweet and languid, like being as innocent as possible would make him want to appease your filthy desire for him. He gulped and slid his hand down to curl gently around your throat. His tongue was practically lolling out of his mouth at the contrast of the pleasant obedience of your words and the salaciously arousing sight of your naked body in front of him.

A growl emanated from deep within him and his other hand dragged along his belt, closer to the latch that would undo it. “Please what? Tell me what you need. Use your words. Be polite, mesh’la.” He ordered, his thumb resting on the pounding of your racing pulse.

You licked your lips slowly and bit the plush of your lower lip teasingly. “Please, can I have your cock, Sir? Please, Captain?” You batted your lashes at him and smiled, trying to make your lewd request as sincere and sweet as possible for him.

He chuckled softly, the muscles of his chest rising and falling and making you even more eager to touch him. To taste him. To please him more. “Fuck yes, you can. Such a good brat for me.” His hand unclipped his cod piece and tossed it to the floor, allowing him enough room to slid his bottom blacks down his thighs. His cock slapped up to his lower abs and he released your throat to draw you forward. “Suck my cock with that little mouth of yours, mesh’la. Can you do that for me? And you’re to call me Captain or Sir for the rest of the day. I love such good manners on my needy little brat.”

Though needless to say, it’s hard to call him much of anything when your mouth is wrapped around something that big.

[typhoonvash]

Gather around for the feathery plant! Red is your color and these feathers weren’t cheap so you better rock it!

anonymous || m!a: little red dress

"Are you sure this is actually going to look good on me...? I mean, I'll try it but..."

// m!a: He's now wearing this feathery dress for the rest of sinday. Have at him.

[carumemes]

Send "Booty Check" and my muse will rate your muse's butt from 1 to 10

[darckcarnival]

"This is how we're starting off sunday, is it?"

"Two very different emotions here... The duality of man."

"It's only 40 minutes into sunday, jesus christ. Gonna need more coffee for this."

[askjerrydandridge]

"Why.. why are you so alluring? It's not fair"

The beast raised his lips into a smirk, licking up every ounce of undying admiration from each human who dared to approach him. After all, free compliments. "I think you know why.." He raised a brow, eyes slightly covered with shadow glossed in that ever-lingering sensuality. "Each human has their own wants, their own desires. Everyone craves danger, exhilaration, adrenaline. I play into those wants, those primal needs. I know how to cater to people's cravings just fine." Running his teeth along his fangs, he continued, "And my tactics never fail." ~~

[bishimightwing]

@tornreality asked: “What are you staring at?” ( lilith! ) Subtle Smut Starters

"Whatever you're concocting back there. That long, low hanging ginger hair stopping at your waist is the perfect cover while you 'double-bubble, toil and trouble.'" And he did give the caboose a gander, or two.

[rexxdjarin]

ooo what about “im yours, completely,utterly yours” for boba fett😌🧐

S I N D A Y I N B O X M E M E

I love boba so much it’s not even funny. Maybe it’s bc we’ve gotten the newest content for him but like Tem Boba I love him so fucking bad I’m 😍😮‍💨😩🤤

“I’m yours, completely, utterly yours.”

“Boba…promise me. Please.” You ask him, sitting on his throne and looking around the room at the hundreds of beautiful women, of all different species at his disposal. For his choosing. Whatever or whoever he could possibly want. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that could be you. That that is you.

He looked down at you with an amused smirk from where he stood between your open thighs, his gloved fingertips easing up the exposed skin. The contact of cold leather gloves on your warm skin had you more on edge than you’d been in a long time. You could use a reminder of just how much the most powerful man on Tatooine needs you.

“Princess…who else…” He began to ask, but stopped as he saw you turn away from him in self-conscious annoyance. He could see right through you. With or without the helmet. He knew what you felt before you even knew yourself usually. His eyes shifted to the crowd enjoying his palace’s offerings and he understood. You didn’t want anyone else around when you were feeling unsure of yourself. You wanted him just for you. And most times, because of this new role he’d taken on for himself, he couldn’t do that.

But today was just a party and he could command anyone there to do whatever he wanted. Except probably Fennec, but she knew better than to test him when it came to men’s needs.

You bit the inside of your lip, looking up at him scowling as the gears whirled in his head to formulate some kind of plan or command. You couldn’t tell which. The gorgeous emerald dress you’d chosen to match his armor was heavier than you wanted to wear in this heat and although you were feeling a little neglected lately, you couldn’t deny the fire brewing in your belly for him now.

Before you could open your mouth to snap at him to pay attention, he scooped you up in his arms and spun around to take his place on his stone throne. You were sprawled in his lap suggestively, his hand inching up your thigh as he removed the vibro blade he knew you kept strapped to the garters you always wore.

A wicked grin drew across his face and he brushed your panties aside, his gloved fingertips connecting with your clit. Your eyes went wide as you realized what he was doing to you while no one was paying attention. He circled the bud softly, moving his head to let you rest yours in the crook of his neck.

“Boba…f-fuck…I’m..too loud for this.” You giggled, gasping as he increased the speed of the circles he was tracing along the bundle of nerves.

“Good. I want them to hear you. What I’m willing to be seen doing with you, my Princess. That way they’ll know I’m yours, completely, utterly, yours.” He chuckled darkly into your ear, his fingers slipping down through your lips and teasing the little hole.

“Yes…Boba…I’m yours. This little cunt is all yours.” You ramble as he works you up torturously, the wet sounds almost certainly loud enough to be noticed if someone walks too close.

“I know it is. Only I get you this slick. You’re my wet little slut, you know that? I’d never do this with anyone else but you. It’s only you. Gotta prepare you properly to take my cock, right? So I can watch you look so pretty as I make you feel good.” He’s whispering in your ear, his fingers plunging into you and curving against the front wall so hard you could cry from how good it feels. How much he could spur you on with just his words. How fucking weak he makes you.

“All these people here and I only care about you. This pretty fucking face and this perfect little pussy. Everything I have left of me is yours. I owe who I am now to you. Don’t ever forget that, mesh’la.”

You whimper his name in his ear, clinging to him while he draws out orgasm after orgasm from you on his throne where everyone can see but no one looks. He gives you every little pleasure he can while he’s busy. He’s never given anyone anything without guaranteeing something in return. No one except you. And that’s how you know he loves you most.

[m80495]

🔞 ;)

|| OutOfCombat ;;

Mercury's most sensitive places are his hips, neck, and jawline. A few kisses, bites, or gentle touches there and he melts. Complete putty in his partner's hands.

Conversely, he doesn't like being touched on his upper back or upper arms. If he's with someone he likes enough, he'll just shake it off, but otherwise it can be a total mood killer.