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[yuiiasathesilly]

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jealous little angel.

synopsis ﹒” oh mr. sunday 、you really need to work on your jealousy ! it was just a prank ! ”

pairings﹒sunday x f!reader

cw﹒ nsfw MDNI. jealous s3x 、rough ! sunday :< 、some possessive themes / tendencies 、usage of petnames ( angel-face、dove、etc ! ) 、wall s3x 、semi-public s3x 、slight breeding kink if yew squint ! ^-^ 、he rips your stockings . . hehe 、we luv possessive sunday !

note﹒hai hai ! ! decided to write for sunday . . . ooh he’s so dreamie . . . he’s such a red flag but i luv him . . . x.x hehe here’s a special taggie for a special someone ! @cubffections | reblogs are highly appreciated. if you would like to talk to me, send in rqs or thirsts, feel free to send me an ask ! — rubi ♡

this party was going to drive him to the edge. sunday can't contain his excitement as he examined his surroundings . . . the anticipation of seeing his beloved made his heart race. he knows you’re waiting for him, dressed in something that's bound to drive him wild. It's maddening, the way you tease him, playing with his emotions. he steps forward, closing the huge door softly behind him. the scent of you permeates the air, and he can't help but inhale deeply, relishing the familiar comfort it brings. sunday knew you were off talking to a few ipc members here and there, so he took his sweet time trying to find you, savouring every step.

rounding the corner, he spots you in profile, your body bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. the sight of you in that red lace nightgown, the way your breasts sway with each step, is enough to make his cock ache. it’s an irresistible sight, and sunday moves toward you with predatory intent. but wait . . . why were you speaking with someone else? sunday’s smile faded . . . lost in the immediate shuffle of emotions as he examined the man that was way too close to you for comfort, that dopey smile on that man’s face wasn’t fooling anyone . . and he was aware of that. his vibrant gaze slowly faded away, clouding the atmosphere with nothing but tension. he clenched his fists as hard as he could, enough for his nails to draw blood to his delicate skin.

sunday really couldn’t stand it.

he couldn’t stand seeing you with someone else. even so, he knew very well you were doing this on purpose just to tease him . . . seeing you having such a great time with someone else triggered a primal protective instinct within him. the way you touched that man’s shoulder . . . those pretty doe eyes of yours staring into someone else’s eyes other than his . . . the way your breasts squeezed together when you crossed your arms, fuck. he couldn't ignore the need to discipline you when you behaved like this, and he knew he had to put you in your place.

with a smooth, fluid motion, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you away from the party, away from your new little friend you made and any distractions. “huh . . . ? sunday?—“

“not another word from you, my love.” sunday tried to act firm . . yet he couldn’t stop his heart from skipping more beats than one at the sight of your cleavage in that god-forbidden revealing dress, the memory of how they felt in his hands coming back to him in a rush. sunday swallows thickly, his gaze locked on your exposed cleavage. he can almost smell your arousal now, faint but undeniable. "what were you thinking? were you trying to seduce that fool?“ he was moving closer. He can't resist the temptation, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek . . . his thumb pressing against your lower lip.

"you know I can't resist you, and you know i can’t stand it when you’re all dolled up talking to someone else but me. have you learnt nothing from the punishments i’ve given you? is that it?” a devilish glint sparkles in his eyes, promising an evening full of sin and pleasure. who knew such an angel like him would have eyes this dangerous. sunday leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "you belong to me . . ." he whispers, taking in the scent of your fragrance, “. . . or have you forgotten that?”

you couldn’t help but shiver against his body, you wanted this as much as he did and he could tell, he knew very well you did. “baby . . . i just wanted to play a little prank on you, ‘s nothing serious . . . promise!” sunday kept his mouth shut as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, tugging you flush against his body. his lips find the nape of your neck, where he plants a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. "it is serious when there’s another man involved," he growls, his voice deep and rough with need. “ . . . and you know i don’t share, darling.”

with a hand, he reaches down and eases your pretty lil’ dress up, exposing your ass. his gloved fingers dig into the soft flesh, tracing the curve before giving it a firm, possessive squeeze. "bad, bad girl.” he murmurs, already envisioning the way you’ll shred under his touch. “what am i gonna do with a bad girl like you . .” sunday examines your facial expression, giving your cheek a gentle slap, inserting his thumb inside your mouth. “should i tie your arms around your back? shove my cock inside this slutty mouth of yours . . . or fill you up with my cum? or maybe . . . i should fuck you in-front of everyone else, let them know that you’re mine and mine alone . . do you want that, my love?”

sunday’s lips curve into a wicked smile, and he nods, his hand still firmly gripping your ass. "i wish i can hide you away from the world, angel-face . . . you need to be taught some more.” he warns, his voice thick with lust. “guess those punishments didn’t work on you . . . how pitiful.”

sunday kept your body pinned against the wall, the grip on your ass never wavering, the feel of his beloved pressed against him driving him wild. he knew you both had to be careful . . his little wings would flutter at the loud sound of music from below, there were still people around . . and getting caught was not something he would want. once you both were in the clear, he doesn't waste any time. with one swift movement, he lifts you even further up against the wall, your legs parting to reveal the wetness between them. sunday’s sinful eyes devour the sight, and he can't help the predatory smile that spreads across his face. "such a naughty girl, wet for me already,"

"now, what do you say we do something about that wetness of yours?" he asks, his voice low and suggestive, the air thick with the promise of pleasure and sinfulness. “ . . ‘s not fair i’m gettin’ punished for a prank . .” you murmured, legs trembling under his hold. sunday chuckles darkly, giving your ass a hard slap, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“now, now, baby . . no need to act all innocent," he teases, his hand never leaving your hip . . gently pinning you with his body even more. “i like how feisty you can get, angel face . . . but there's a time and a place for everything, right?" he purrs, his eyes dark with lust. “you won’t be acting all innocent once i fuck you dumb on my cock.” your husband traces his fingers down your chest, pausing to tease your nipples through the lace of the dress. his mouth finds yours, his lips soft as he explores your mouth with his tongue, taking his time to savor the taste of your lips he yearned for all day. when he pulls away, he's breathing heavily. the young male tsked, shaking his head as he reached your chin again, “you know how i feel about disobedience, correct?”

"tonight i’m going to show you who you belong to," he murmurs, reaching for the hem of the dress. with a swift yank, he pulls it over your head, revealing your body in all its glory. “the man you will belong to until the end of time.” sunday’s eyes drink in the sight of your black stockings, licking his lips. "you’re not getting away from me anytime soon, my love, i hope you and your pretty little head realize that.” he asks, his voice thick with desire as he starts to tug the stockings down.

“you’re not escaping me, angel-face.” he growls, his hand gripping the delicate fabric of the pair stockings you wore . . . with a swift and violent motion, he tears them down your legs, the sound of the material tearing filling the empty hall. he relents, pulling back just enough to grip your inner thigh, his grip firm but not oppressive. . . admiring the rip he caused with your stockings, giving him easier access to those pretty panties you wore.

sunday’s eyes gleam with a deranged excitement, gripping your hips, positioning himself at the entrance of your pussy . . giving it one painful slap. "you’ll thank me for this someday," he growls before gently sliding himself inside your wet heat, the friction sending shivers down his spine. “you’ll thank me for claiming you, my dove. you will.”

“a-ah . . sunday . . !” the young halovian’s lips curve into a wicked grin as you gasp, the surprise at the sudden invasion of his cock into your pussy more than apparent. he’s not gentle, not this time. sunday needs to claim you, to make sure you knew who owns you in this moment and forever. his thrusts were harsher than usual, tongue lolling out as you were slowly losing your mind already when his cock filled you completely. “you’re mine, angel. you’ll always be mine," he growls, the possessiveness in his tone thick. he pounds into you with desperation to get his message across your head, the rhythm erratic, as if he's trying to claw his way into your soul . . fingers nearly turning white as they dug into the flesh of your hips, pulling them back to meet each thrust of his cock.

his own heat was rising, the scent of sweat snd sex filling the air around you. with how loud you were moaning, he was almost certain someone would catch you both. “let the heat pass through you, and i’ll mark you. i’ll claim you, my love.” he was going to breed you, to leave no doubt that you were his. his thrusts became more erratic, more urgent, as he fights to push aside the thoughts that threaten to consume him. the single thought of his seed filling you only intensifies his need to dominate, to control . . to keep you all to himself.

"nobody will take you away from me. nobody.” sunday grinds his hips against you, his cock sliding against your tight entrance. sunday already came inside you multiple times the previous times you both had intercourse, but it's not enough. he wants your body to be filled with his seed. his fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he thrusts forward, filling your cunny with his throbbing dick. sunday’s eyes roll back as he relishes in the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him once more . . only raising his urge fill you up even more. “s—so tight, so perfect. i wish i could fill you up every day . . let everyone know you’re mine.” sweat drips down his forehead as he drives into you with a newfound fervor. each thrust is a powerful assertion, “easy now . . you don’t want us to get caught now, do you?" his voice is a low, gravelly growl, laced with desperation.

“sunday . . f-feels weird . . feels like i’m goin’ stupid . .” drool slipped away from your lips, a chuckle left sunday’s lips as he slowed down his thrusts . . giving you a moment to adjust to his size again, taking that moment to kiss and mark your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. “you were sent to me by the angels of this world,” he whispers, the possessiveness in his tone unmistakable. “you look so pretty pressed up against the wall like this . . . are you enjoying yourself?”

“fuck . . yes, yes!” sunday’s eyes flare with delight at your whine, your need for him clear, and it makes him even more aggressive in his thrusts. sunday was close, so close. he leaned over your shoulder, his teeth finding their mark on the juncture between their delicate skin of neck and shoulders, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “mine, mine, mine . . ." he whispered against your ear, burying himself deeper and deeper, caging your hands above your head, holding them there as he filled you completely, ensuring that when you cum, you cum for him and only him. he’s not going to let you go.

with one final, brutal push of his cock, the halovian came inside your aching cunny, flooding your walls with his seed. he held you tightly against his body, shifting gently further into the wall. his release was intense, seed spurting deep inside as some dripped down on the floor. he nestled close against your neck, breathing heavily, refusing to let go of you even after he emptied himself inside. “ . . . so tell me, angel face, did you learn your lesson?”

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[crisismoth]

I LOVE HELSKNIGHT RAAAAAAGHHH I NEED TO RIP AND TEAR

hes so. theres like 10 different helsknights running around in my brain. its like one kf those videos that are like 'top 10 cats: numero uno: gatito de leche' .

yeah helsknight numero dias. is redstone and skulk helsknight. he is having a MIDLIFE CRISIS. (more like. ambigous amiunt of time left life crisis) hdhsh. hes a angry guy pretending he doesnt do feelings (hes emo tbh) and he will KILL to protect his friends. hes a theatre kid. also bro got some religious stuff going on (erm. relatable!!!) . um i forgor what i was gonna say.

helsknight numero nueve!!!! like a hiuse on fire helsknight!!! 🔥 . bro got ripped from his life in hels hes stuck in hermitcraft (womp womp.) hes commiting to the bit (VILLAINRY AND ARSON) . hes a sad ouppy he wants to go home!!!! his ass may seem malicous but hes just winging it bro is LOST. desperate man driven to extreme actions. <333

helsknight numero ocho!!! my oomf helsex's helsknight. bro is HAIRY . she is SERVING 24/7. serving what you may ask. um. messy relationships!! and swords! . also. boob window armor. YEAHHHHH. a true icon.

helsknight numero siete: atp i dont got names or specific sources just vibes. this helsknight is CONCERNED about welsknigjt. he is like 'get ur shit together or ill fight you (with swords cuz HES A KNIGHT). of course hed never admit it. 'no i hate wels.' yeahhh right. then why would you do a rap battle with him huh. huh

helsknight numero seis: call this guy serious sam (hels. not a sam but ALLITERQTION )bro hunts wels for sport. he is EVIL (yay) . and mysterous. type of guy to show up and battle you in your dreams(nightmares cuz hes gonna win). unapologetically bad guy. [but is it morally bad if its like. judt what you are. his entire existsnce is born from wels self hatred. idk man.] . this guy is cool and will shove welsknight down the stairs (clankclankclankclankCLUNK.)

helsknight numero cinco: this one. hes just a guy who chills in hels. yeah he'll do anrap battle why not. hes a little prideful but hes just vibing. dgaf vibes. too busy being cool and scheming with his fellow alter egos.

helsknight numero quatro : ok. this one im only remembering now because bro is too tragic. fella from summers glooming by silverskye. imagine the fanfic ur from having glooming in the title you are a GONER. hes. he did what he could but theres only so much control over ur life when you live in the shadow of someone else. get him out of there!!!!

helsknight numero tres: idk what kinda ordering this is tbh. i know theres mkre versions of helsknight but gonna be real i might be out of distinct enough versions. maybe im a fake fan. no... it cant be. NEVER GIVE UP!!!! helsknight has awesome vibes. the dark armor, give him a flaming plume and fire powers... yeahhh thats awesome. omg ok yeah that brings up

helsknifht numero dos: DEMON helsknight. horns. fire. swag. and a tail that is so fun to draw. and evil lizard eyes!!!!. love this helsknifht. im gonna be real its 1am and i started writing this post at like midnight? because i had to express how much inlove helsknight bit i got carried away tbh. like the paint on my helsknight drawing is dry i can keep working on jt. i gotta be done writing this soon.

that brings us to... helsknight numero uno!!!!

this helsknight... is the helsknight INSIDE OF YOU. go get a stixk and pretwnd to be a knight and have an epic rap battle and channel ur evil swag. everyone can be helsknight......

ok the end. this post really got away from me. i aint readding allat etc so im posting as is. for the helsknight fans 🔥 🔥 🔥 . beautiful quick keyboard smash turned bit turned poorly written character analysis turned run on sentence. ok bye.

[danielhere]

So writing makes me feel okay my repressed tears coming down everytime. I feel hopeless rn. So myself what are you gonna fo now?

3 days and you're poof into failure you told your parents and one scolded you while the other look in pity after they told you to work hard but now I know it wasn't enough, hey there myself pls if read this again and say here comes another worst year.

So how's life rn I've been had by myself this type of school is shitty as hell, you know self I've had my expectations I've had my dreams but the things that I need to fulfill just to do them is really hard my school even gave me another subject to stress about.

You piece of shit self thanks for making yourself a mistake I guess it was true when I said I was the trouble child a few years ago.

Sorry friend sorry mom and dad but it seems like Im gonna fail this class.

Im sorry Im not a good child but I teied my best ya knoe so pls dont yell at me any further.

My friend wanted to help me but I feel so guilty being a shitty friend a shitty son and a shitty self.

So yeah hello there self remember that time when you wanted to go to the therapist yourself? That time should be now again I hope the therapist can feel your pain and explain why tf you're crying again and again.

Remember self you are a shitty person who could do shit in life you just made a lot kf shitty choices and thats why you're in this dump I feel like this is like hell you know where there are floors and Im constanly falling a level and one more.

Hey self you know when you read you give delusions to yourself or so I've heard, like how you wanted a better life. Sorry self life is cruel like this you cant really do much, there's even people worse than you. So come on cheer up self just do what you can.

I know myself you know you hate it but what's the point this is how the world works you learn things from a small perspective trying to understand everything but you cant. They make you go to school get a job and work but there's not even enough jobs to have work. I wish for a perfect society but that doesn't exist there's only suffering between you and yourself.

There's been good times in life but the more the worst, you know I feel this life is the worst and I hope I didn't something bad in before like you know karma goes through to the next life, I hope this ends so my next one wont be like mine.

[mental-health-advice]

Hey!! Do you know of any chart that i could follow to like help myself get better? I dela with a bunch kf diffrent things like depression and anxiety and obesity and im just trying to get it all under control and would really like to have some kind kf chart to help me because i cant handle this alone and also i need to follow something to make me feel secure. Please and thanks.

Hi darling,

This is a really good question! I too find it helpful to have some kind of schedule or planning to stick to. Organising and planning things really helps me to actually get them done, so I can definitely see why you’d find a chart helpful!

Something that I’ve tried myself and found very helpful (although I didn’t stick to it for a long time, and I’m now reminded to start soon again!) was bullet journalling. In a bullet journal you can plan everything and keep track of anything you’d like. With depression it can be really hard to stick to the little things, like drinking enough water, showering, taking off your make up, brushing your teeth, etc. In a bullet journal  you can put in a tracker for things like this, and then every day you are not only reminded to do them, you can also fill them in with a pretty colour if you get them done. The reminder alone can be the little push you need to get them done, as following all these things you put in your bullet journal will maybe give you that feeling of security you’re looking for.

Everyone is unique so different things will help different people. Some people who struggle with anxiety find it helpful to write out their anxious thoughts to get them out of their head. Others find that this doesn’t help. I think it takes some trial and error to find the things that you like and that work for you, but once you’ve found them it’s really worth sticking to them, and a bullet journal can really help to stick with them.

I’m afraid there I don’t know of a chart that you can follow that will help you feel better. We have an anxiety page series and a depression page though. Both of these list a lot of self-help tips, but it isn’t a replacement for treatment. I do hope some of those tips can be of help for you! But I also want you to know that you don’t have to go through this alone lovely. You don’t mention whether you’re seeing a therapist, but if you aren’t already, is this something you can start doing? They can help you, they can guide you along the paths of getting better. You can read more about getting help here. I hope this helped at least a little bit!

Sometimes what seems impossible, is just hard.

Keep fighting beautiful Love Pauline