#sunday anon

[metaldevilll]

Hiii! I LOVE your take on the dweller au + Vivilly’s and Palper’s relationship ( especially the shippy part, guilty as charged )

I was wondering what would be your take on them finding out about each others feelings? Like in the off chance Palpers finds out and his reaction

Personally, I can see them getting together but also not. Vivilly loves Palpers but he’s also terrified of hurting him, I see him as someone who feels very guilty about his new feelings for the fishy man, in a way, he might even see it as taking advantage of his kindness in some way.

He would probably be even more scared if they got together, after all he has hurt Palpers badly once ( taking inspo from your WONDERFUL FIC I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!!! ) so I can’t even imagine how terrible he would’ve felt if one day he woke up from his dweller form only to see the lifeless body of the love of his life.

But it would also be SO FUNNY if when they got together his dweller self just … calmed down? Like he doesn’t see Palpers as food or prey or anything of the kind, but as a mate. If Vivilly is out of it I can only imagine dweller Viv being overprotective and over affectionate with Palpina.

It would be nice if he did embarassing things that Vivilly would NEVER do if he’s sober ( cute things specifically ) and Palpers just gets to make fun of him for it, in a endearing way.

Damn this ask long, my bad for it I got so carried away😭 LOVE YOUR BLOG!!!

- Sunday

thank man, i'm glad you like my blog, i love running it :p don't worry about long asks either, i take a while to respond but i enjoy reading them MUAHAHAHAHAHA🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

i see what you mean about it being either or whether they end up together or not LMFAO, in a way i'm kind of the same? i love the pining but they deserve each other but FUCK the angst and Also the comfort. its so complicated in my head.....they go hand in hand methinks. it's difficult for me to imagine them in an actual relationship, so how i normally like to view it is they aren't strictly dating/boyfriends but rather they know of each other's feelings and end up sticking together whether viv's afraid of commitment or not. the thing that's funny to me is that even if they aren't 'dating', they're still doing things they'd do if they WERE dating, so it's like... well? they might as well kiss about it

yeah i totally get your thoughts on vivilly. out of self deprecation, vivilly would tell palpers his feelings first imo. like. there's NO way palpers could like him back. not when he's this... thing. this awful creature that's hurt him badly. he's nearly spiraling when he tells palpers because he fully believes palpers would think he's disgusting and that it's wrong to have feelings for him. and like... can you imagine his utter confusion when palpers doesn't?

for palpers i think he would be so flabbergasted. vivilly keeps running away because he's afraid of himself but palpers wants every part of him so bad he can't stand it. and he knows how bad vivilly is hurting and wants to save him from all of that. hearing that vivilly loves him... i think he would just be so elated and relieved he'd cry i think. palpers is a pretty emotional guy i can totally see it

(remember these are the two minecraft guys that ruthlessly kill each other in survival mode/j)

but yeah i totally get the second part, once they get comfy enough together, even if they don't have a label, i can see viv's dweller chilling out. now i don't think he'd get less violent if you catch the drift, but he would stop attacking him in specific. like damn that's my life long partner Don't Fucking touch him. that is if dwellers have stuff like that LMAO. it's sweet and wholesome methinks 🔥 bringing cat viv dweller into this it would be funny if he gets like LEGITIMATELY jealous of palpers' dogs. why arent you petting me. bitch

[mayxthexforce]

why do you have to make obi-wan such a freak? He is one of the better Jedi and more moral ones who never fell to the dark side. But yet you think he'd have a disgusting kinkified thing with his master's killer? you already have plenty of others you can do that too. leave obi-wan alone. maul is sith trash. literally he is the sith no one cares about. if you insist having obi wan with someone at least go with tala or sabine. the bdsm wannabe trash is disgusting even in just pictures

Go with SABINE?? SABINE?? THE LITERAL CHILD?? SABINE THE GIRL THAT'S 40 YEARS YOUNGER THAN HIM?? anon is so homophobic they'd rather I make Obi-Wan a pedophile than make him gay.

also what about Maul is bdsm? girlie he's just black and red. He doesn't even wear leather. And what about my threads is kinky?? He literally just sucked Obi-Wan off like three months ago. You haven't seen nothing yet. You're such a prude you wouldn't recognize BDSM if it slapped you in the face. Go back to Sunday school and happy Easter! 🐣🐰

Also, write me a paragraph about what about having sex with a man is amoral and why, I'll be waiting 😊

EDIT: I have been made aware that actually, the blowjob was in May 2023 so THANK YOU ANON FOR SUPPORTING ME THIS LONG 💋💋

[sh1-n0bu]

not a req im just a lovely Sunday fucker ♡

biting his wings while he takes u from behind :(( he's so wet and his eyes are rolled all the way back as he whines about how you're too rough.... apologizing (knowing damn well you've gone rougher but.) and tilting his head to the aide so you can shove ur tounge down his throat while continuing to fuck him just as hard as before but now he can't even think about it, too focused on kissing u back :((

eating him out on a stressful day... kissing his pretty pink pussy and occasionally biting his puffy clit until he cums way too hard >x<

need to watch him fuck my seed back into him with his own fingers bc he's too fucked dumb to realize he cannot get pregnant thru his ass >_< !!!!

grrr i hate him i need this man loved unconditionally

>> 🦇 anon

sunday fucker anon, i see u, i hear u, you are heard and loved<3333333

bend him over his desk in his grand office. promise him “just a quickie” or “just a quick fingering before the meeting” and bend him over with your fingers deep inside his cunt. push him down with a hand to the back of his neck and if he doesn’t comply or keep making fussy excuses, tug on his wings and he’ll be a whimpering mess

wanna see if he’s a freak? he is but won’t admit it just push him against the large glasses of his office and fuck him. tits pushed against the cold window, one leg pushed up with your hand hooked under his knee with his pretty pink pussy for the whole world to see. sunday will turn into a crybaby in record’s time, whining about people seeing you two, how his pussy was only for you to see and how you’re being so mean to him — too fucked dumb that he forgot the windows to his office window is one way window and people can’t see inside

he can get a bit fussy afterwards if you end up messing with his wings. either the ones on his head or the ones on his lower back so be sure to gently brush out the feathers as a part of your aftercare. or else, he’ll be scolding your ears off and pushing your kisses away

be sure to worship his cunt, sunday loves seeing you on your knees for him, pressing kisses to his inner thighs and clit. something about seeing you on your knees for him just gets him going and if you wanna feel the full force of his demanding, controlling nature then he’ll put a collar and leash around your neck, keeping you suffocated between his legs until his legs turn jelly, the leash in his hand slipping out as he cries. give a spank or two when eating him out, pinch his clit if you wanna, he’ll be squirting with a filthy mewl

loves a position where he can see your face. most especially, loves to ride your strap/dick. something about holding hands while he messily bounces on your cock making him feel weak too quickly. loves it when you guide him, force him to keep riding you with your hands on his hips. secretly wishes you would just get fed up with his incessant whining of how tired he was and just put him in a mating press. manhandle him into any position you want, he’ll just take it like the good boy he is, nails mauling at your skin. and if you fuck him stupid enough, you might hear a chirp or two fall from his lips, blending in with the filthy wet noises of his cunt around your strap/dick and his weak mewls

[tra1nchi]

Lowk 2 am rn and im so horny HANSISKKS C.AI CAN NO LONGER FULFIL MY NEEDS ANYMORE AND MY OBSESSION OVER AVENTURINE AND SUNDAY IS BECOMING SO NGH

Like the things i would do js to have a threesome with those 2 like double penetration type of shi and maybe w a bit of bondage and degradation too in this lifetime IS SO RAHHHHH 😔

MINORS DNI!! Bttm male reader,,Threesome,, Double pen,,Bondage,,Degradation,,Praise

Being squished between them both would honestly be such a DREAM!!

With sunday being in need of control,,he would control you easily,,trying you up in pretty ropes,,spreading you open just for him and getting incredibly jealous when aventurine looks over his shoulder in amusement

Aventurine is relaxed when handling you,,taking intercourse with you as a loving game,,kissing up your neck and barely brushing over your cock,,gently pulling on the ropes to snap them back down on your skin,,leaving precious red marks!!

Sunday would scold him for leaving such unsightly marks,,leaning close to you both,, his wings brushing against your face,,pressing his lips against yours but keeping eye contact with aventurine to spur him on,,

They'd ignore your begs to finally penetrate you,, Sunday would whisper smoothly in your ear,,trying to soothe and relax you,,almsot manipulative in the way he speaks

While aventurine would mock you in a more playful way,,cooing at how pretty and pathetic your voice sounded as you begged for their cocks,,you couldn't do anything!! Tied in ropes and sandwiched between the two men

It would feel like ages before they finally enter you,,Sunday would go first,, untying the ropes around your legs and moving them over his shoulder,,leaving his slicked up cock to enter your hole first,,

"There we go my sweet bird, doing so well" Sundays voice was soft as he bite lightly onto your earlobe,,Aventuirne would follow shortly after him,,both of them groaning from how tight you were

"taking us so easily hm? It's like you were built for taking dick!" Aventurine muses thrusting up into your roughly,,his hands wander to stroke and grope your neglected cock

Each time aventurine would pull out,,Sunday would thrust in working like clockwork to hit your prostate,,moving faster each time you moaned into Aventurine's ear or pulled too hard on Sundays wings!! >□<

[torisprlng]

DOCTOR WHO + 1960S COSTUME APPRECIATION

Doctor Who | The Devil's Chord

[lexirosewrites]

Steve is still not talking to him. He’s gone over to the Video store and tried to offhandedly make arrangements to meet at their spot to talk things out. He’s called so many times, but they keep getting ignored. He’s sent countless notes. The only thing he hasn’t done is go to Steve directly and admit what a jackass he was. His friends thinks he’s better off and could now have his picking of anyone he wants but he wants Steve. He’s not sure if Steve feels the same anymore. Not only is he ignoring him but he seems to be going on dates and flirting nonstop since he called things off. He wants to do something about it but doesn’t feel he has a right to anymore. Things come to a head at a rager where Eddies dealing. Of course he expected King Steve to be there but he not to be on the arm of a strapping college Alpha who’s on Holiday. He seems to be everything Eddie’s not and what makes it worse is he can’t seem to escape from their lovey dovey display. He’s about to call it quits when he sees Steve’s date get a little too handsy with him. It’s super subtle. He’ll try let his hand wonder to his ass. Or he’ll grasp Steves neck right where his scent gland is to pull him closer. Or will find a reason to squeeze Steve’s chest. All those times Steve will subtly fight him off but Eddie could tell he was getting aggravated. Finally Steve snapped, told him to get lost and rushed away somewhere. College boy tried to follow but Eddie got in his way and told him that he’d kick his ass if he tried. This caused laughs not only from Steve’s date but several people at the party. Garett even came up to him (oh didn’t I mention all of Eddies friends were there too) and told him that it wasn’t worth defending Steve. Only for Eddie to round on him. He started ranting about how much he loved Steve and wanted him as a mate. That he’d been a jerk and he was wrapped around Steve’s finger just as much as Steve was his. That if Garett or his friends said anything bad about Steve ever he’d drop them. He didn’t care. In all the ranting he hadn’t noticed that Steve was back and standing behind him until he felt a tap in his shoulder. “Is that true Eddie?” He asked in a small voice. Eddie looked around at all the party goers who’d become silent because of him then looked at Steve whose eyes were watery. Eddie straightened himself to his full height and affirmed that he meant every word. He was tackled to the floor and being aggressively scented and kissed not a second later. Later that night in Eddies den Steve asked for his courting gifts back. Eddie spent the next day referring to Steve as his mate in every conversation or encounter he could. It annoyed the living daylights out of every one but Steve gushed over it. Fixed it😊

part one

idk if this is from the original author/submitter or not, but i’ll take it either way!😭

[nvuy]

I find it kinda funny the way you react differently with Boothill and Sunday in terms of writing but they both hold the same flavor of “I want him carnally.” Keep up the wonderful work

PLEASE they’re so different it’s hilarious. gross loser with a cowboy hat that’s terrible at hiding his feelings and another gross loser with angel wings who’s slightly better at hiding his feelings but only because that’s what expected of him.

i could actually yap about them for hours…

cyborg abomination, last washed (can he bathe?) 58269652 days ago, scuffed boots but keeps them spurs polished, definitely chews hay, swallows bullets and can catch a fired one between his teeth with zero effort because his teeth are fake, probably jumps in mud puddles if given the opportunity (not like a child, but more like if he’s walking he’ll stamp in it, because he can)

versus

last washed one hour ago and smells purely of dove soap and an orchard on a rainy day, actively watches for his appearance, obsessed with organisation and order, and also actively avoids mud puddles.

but at the same time by the gods if they both don’t fret over your appearance. sunday’s more formal in the matter; he likes to dress you up if given the opportunity. fancy dinners, and he’s already organised your outfit down to the core. he likes to see you presentable, but there’s also something so raw and gorgeous about how horrible you look when you wake up (he’s swooning despite his straight face. if you’re not already jealous of his flawless he looks in the morning, that is).

sunday also absolutely loves when you keep him company in the office, even if you’re a total distraction. it’s not even your fault either. you could be doing something else entirely in the corner on a couch and his eyes will wander. don’t sit in his lap because then he’ll be a lost cause entirely.

boothill will doll you up too, don’t get me wrong, but it’s more of a “hey i bought you this and you’d probably look hot in it” and he’s always right. you’re more fretting over his appearance than anything—he doesn’t mind.

brush his hair all you want. if you wanna braid his hair, go for it. he’ll keep it like that for the rest of time if he could. his hair isn’t exactly real, nor does it grow, so it doesn’t really need to be washed, and the strands are effortlessly silky. he’ll let you do anything to him, it’s that bad. he’d probably let you push him off a cliff. and yes, you can use his little ports to charge your phone, even if he whines every time about it.

the white hair is natural, by the way. definitely had very very dark brown hair that his fathers loved to take care of, and then when he lost his daughter, it was a case of marie antoinette syndrome (whether it exists is debatable, but for my mind’s sake, yes).

[doumadono]

(Since you wanted me here so much! HERE I AM BESTIE!)

🍑For Sinful Sunday🍆

I am thinking about Hawks and well... he is a bird yeah?

So how about Hawks going into his spring season??? Him being all nice and sweet, giving his s/o little gifts, him LITERALLY building a nest... ONLY TO FUCK IN THERE FOR DAYS! Until his pretty mate is tired and full of seed to the point it's leaking out. Of cours it's not like he is done just yet 😏😏😏

(Hoenstly... idk what I am doing here! Love you gurl!)

SINFUL SUNDAY

Spring was the mating season for birds, and you could likely guess how it affected Keigo. During this time, he constantly felt a fiery heat, and his sexual desire became noticeably heightened.

"It's spring," he moaned. His hips surged forward, making you gasp around his thick shaft, his reddened tip hit the back of your throat again as you were giving him the head.

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming his cock down your throat, his pace rough and rapid, almost primal.

Did he mean it was mating season? You had indeed observed other avian-like traits in him lately — those little trinkets he proudly displayed on his desk at work, the absent-minded whistling as he strolled through the office. Yet, you never thought mating season could be among them!

His words tumbled out hastily, almost strained, as if forming complete sentences was far beyond him. His rut had utterly consumed him. “Fuck, gonna cum soon.” His pace quickened as his entire length was being forced down your tight throat. His wings trembled and unfolded as he cum into your mouth.

The instant his taste met your tongue, an involuntary moan escaped you.

"Fuck, dove. I need you, right now," he growled, his lips brushing against yours as he helped you up to your feet. His hand ventured between you, shifting your underwear aside as two fingers delved into your dripping warmth. Another guttural growl escaped his lips. "Oh, fuck, I gotta fuck you. So incredibly wet," he murmured, pushing you down on the bed that looked rather like a huge nest with all those pillows and blankets, his hand wrapping around his aching cock, pumping it several times, gliding it between your slick folds to immerse it in your intoxicating wetness shortly after. Hawks aligned himself with your entrance, impelling himself entirely inside you with one fluid motion. Your gasp of pleasure was truly a music to his ears. He began pounding into you relentlessly, filling the air with an unmistakably lewd and wet squelching sounds. "Oh, oh, fuck!" He clung to your hips with an intensity that hinted at marks to come, and his fervent kisses trailed from your cheek down to the pulse point on your neck, each one growing increasingly passionate and sloppy. "You belong to me," he panted, his thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy. "All mine," his voice, drenched in overwhelming desire, reverberated with a deep, primal hunger.

Your cunt clinched against him as your head lolled back on the pile of pillows.

Hawks deftly angled his hips, hitting that spongy, sensitive spot deep within you, and in an instant, your climax devoured you. Your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing dick, creating a frothy white ring at the base. "Oh, Keigo, yes!"

This was sufficient to push him over the brink too. His hips spasmed against yours as he released his hot semen deep within you. "Ah, fuck! My sexy baby bird," Hawks grunted, laying on top of you. "Took all of my seed so well. Hope you'll get round with my offspring soon."

[lavendermin]

imagine virgin sunday :(( he can’t help his pathetic whines and cries when you’re jerking him off like that… he can‘t help coming undone the instant your hands are on him… it’s all so unfamiliar :((

anon ily please keep feeding my Sunday brainworms. That man is such a loser virgin I need to ruin him

virgin sunday x reader, gn reader

warnings | nsfw, mdni, handjobs, virgin sunday, cum eating

He wants it— the experience. There’s hesitance in every move as the head of the Oak Family, but even so Sunday is swayed by gentle coaxing and your silver tongue.

“If it’s in the Dreamscape, it’s nothing more than a fantasy. Wouldn’t you agree?”

A fictional encounter, you reason. Sunday bites his lip, his clothes too warm as they cling to his body. You sit across from him in a leather chair nursing a glass of something bitter he fears he’ll taste on your tongue later. Even with so much distance between you both, your eyes devour him and he swears he feels your hands wandering the expanse of his skin under his clothes.

Sunday is eager and hesitant as you both slip into the Dreamscape. The room is no different than the one you were both in.

His wings flutter when he jolts, caught off-guard by the sudden feeling of your hands snaking around his waist from behind. It feels no different than reality.

Sunday shudders. It’s not real, he reminds himself.

Deludes himself with your words.

But he wants this— wants your hands on him tonight during this endless Penacony fantasy because tomorrow you will be gone.

You chuckle, low and sultry as the Oak Family head is reduced to a shivering mess when your lips kiss and nip at his neck.

“D-Don’t leave marks.” Sunday’s warning pulls another laugh from you.

“It seems I have quite the effect on you for you to forget how your own realm works. I can’t leave marks while we’re here.”

You push him toward the loveseat and make home knelt on the ground between his legs. The wings that adorn him fluff up in anticipation and shield his reddened cheeks.

“And you’ve never done this? Really?”

“Don’t tease,” Sunday admonishes, though his voice quivers as your hands settle high on his thighs to gently squeeze there. “There is much that rests on my shoulders. I’m not allowed to indulge like this.”

You hum in thought, unconvinced. Your cheek presses to the inside of his knee as you stare up at him with unreadable mischief.

“I think with that much power, you should be able to do what you want. Or be married by now so you have someone to sleep with. Take the edge off, you know? Body and mind.”

“No, I–”

I only need you, he wants to say but thinks better of it than to voice such impossible affairs. Sunday’s eyes wander elsewhere, afraid to meet your gaze knowing you’ll read him like a book.

“Then we’ll take it slow,” you suggest, fingers trailing higher until you feel his semi-hard cock through his pants. “If you need me to stop, just say the word.”

He can only nod, breaths coming out in quiet huffs as a hand grips the armrest rather harshly. It’s rather comical to you that he’s this affected by mere touch. You coo at him as you undo his pants and push his shirt up. It won’t wrinkle here in the Dreamscape, but the concern still makes Sunday’s fingers twitch out of habit.

The feeling is unfamiliar and overwhelming as your warm hands pull his cock from its confines. It twitches in your hand as you give it an experimental squeeze and smear his pre with your thumb. Sunday’s breathing stutters and a loud whine leaves his lips, his wings reacting and fluttering with the foreign sensation. There’s a strange, tight feeling building in his abdomen much too quickly— warm and intense.

As your skilled hands jerk him off slow and steady, his legs tremble and he’s gasping under your touch. Pleading with his desperate moans for more of the unfamiliar feeling. Your touch is hot— scorching yet pleasant. With eyes squeezed shut, he feels every tug and squeeze from your expert hands. Your movements are relentless and within less than a minute he’s tensing and singing your name like a hymn as he comes undone.

It’s rather quick, as expected of a virgin, and you coo at him with praises and kisses to his inner thighs.

“Feels good? You came so much from just that? How cute.” Your praise makes his chest tight and his wretched desire pool once again. Warm, too warm.

When he opens one eye, breathing ragged, his face warms in both arousal and horror as you lick his cum off your hand.

He wants to protest and tell you to stop— it’s dirty. The words die in his throat when your warm tongue licks up his cock from the base to the messy tip, gathering up any remaining mess. You chuckle, twisted and endeared when he gently shoves you off his softening cock.

“Who’d have known it tastes different even here.”

An insatiable lust clouds your eyes. It makes Sunday’s softening cock twitch again with arousal. Even now, he fears he’ll be devoured.

There are tears that sting his eyes with the overwhelming feeling he just experienced. Euphoric and intense. When you ask him if he’d like to keep going, Sunday nods bashfully.

He’s out of breath, out of words. He wants you to take it all.

[sadasspisces]

just another reminder, normalize normal bodies 🧡

[cloudluvrrr]

fluff with obsessive (ok sounds hella creepy lmao) madly in love sunday but NOT LIKE THE YANDERE TYPE IF YK WHAT I MEAN. LIKE THE TYPE WHERE HE WILL WORSHIP THE GROUND U WALK AND THANK THE AEONS HE BREATHES THE SAME AIR AS U

basically sunday who sees you as the aeon of beauty herself

a/n: i love sunday guys hes so cute i wish he wasnt so negative and traumatized. Also idk if it was but i just made him like love bomb you but its permanent and he just loves you a lot and worships you and also general ideas 😭🙏

loving! sunday x g/n reader

Angel

virtual angel - artms

--

-hes very busy, with meetings and constantly is in his office. Reviewing plans or studying the scripture. But he never fails to send you texts

'hello angel <3'

"I will be home late, please don't stay up for me <3."

“I’ve made us restaurant reservations, so be ready when I get home <3.”

-his texts are always grammatically correct, since hes always writing to his colleagues or to other families.

-but sometimes he tried to incorporate emoticons.

“How are you my angel? :3”

“These meetings are boring. ;-;”

"Hello darling, I bought take out! o((>ω< ))o"

-he’s so cute

-but he often checks in when he has a chance too, and often responds quickly. And always ends his message with a heart.

-when speaking of you or to you he smiles with his eyes closed. He will find any excuse to talk about you

-and he’ll likely bring your flowers after a long day, as an apology for taking too long.

-taking you to his 'family' dinners, and parties.

-and help you dress up and even put on your makeup, jewelry, and help you with your zipper/tie/buttons.

-kissing your cheek, and shoulder as he does. Whispering sweet things in your ear.

-he'll always have things for you incase of an emergency as well, if you find yourself with a spill or your shoes are hurting. He'll tell his assistant to bring you a new pair and escort you to a private room.

-during parties he'll drag you away, to walk around just the two of you

—

Your sitting on the couch on your phone, reading the latest news before your attention is turned to the door opening. Revealing Sunday as he carried a small bouquet of flowers “I apologize the florist didn’t have any that were bigger my love” he began as he closed the door “I’ll buy you bigger ones next time”

"you and your gifts for me sunday" you spoke taking the flowers from him and arranging them. "I love giving you things, I have money to throw around why not spend it on my lovely fiance" he replied playing with your hair, and burying his nose into your collarbone "you're so wonderful... " he uttered his hands gently rubbing your waist "so perfect.. I love you very much you know"

--

-Sunday only works during the week, on weekends he's all yours.

-you both wake up late in his expensive bed, he'll be all over you in the morning whispering sweet nothings.

-he'll make breakfast, whatever you want he'll make.

-Making a plan of what you want and organize the day to fit your schedule. Ordering his driver around and having a private shopping day

-giving anyone a look if they look at your a little weird

-buying you anything and everything 'I dont have any other use for my credits' he'd say as he placed another ring on your finger.

--

"Sunday I can make pancakes" you huff trying to take the spatula from his thin fingers

"You work too hard, It time for me to pamper you" he said slyly, bringing up your hand and kissing your knuckles. "You do that every week"

"oh do I? I guess i forget" he chuckles flipping the pancakes.

"Would you like bacon with that my love?"

--

-you spend weekends together, in restaurants or shopping.

-or just at home lazing around, watching tv, scrolling through social medias or just petting his wings.

-he spoils you in every shape and form.

-buying you earrings, rings, necklaces and all kinds of stuff that'll make you happy

--

"this looks lovely on you doesn't it" he said pulling out a frilly shirt, with a gentle smile. "Sunday I have that one in 3 colors"

"it looks so beautiful on you why not have one more" he said putting up again your torso "its on sale as well" he added placing it on the overfilled basket

--

- He'll try to hide his stress and his own emotions from you, in an effort to not affect you.

-sometimes he'll open up about his past if hes tipsy enough, his wing piercings, his clipped wing on his torso, his trauma with the family, loosing his mother.

-especially when its something with that gopher fuck gopher wood

-you could tell when he was anxious, he would touch his piercing on his wing or play with his gloves

-that and he'll be spacing out during dinner

--

"did something happen a work" you asked taking his hand from his wing. "Nothing to worry your pretty head about" he said calmly kissing your hand, and smiling. "your sure.. you seem antsy" you insist "Just a bit antsy for the festival.. Hoping everything will be perfect, especially you. We have to find a new outfit for you don't we?"

--

-he was always a smooth talker and manipulative, hes able to easily do it when your worried as well.

-he does it so you dont think about it too much, as well as using gifts to lead you away from the conversation

-he doesn't like manipulating his love he'll avoid it, but its so you dont ask too many questions.

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"I love you, you know that" he said not looking up from his desk, as he spoke to you over the phone "I know that.. I'm just worried you know, you haven't taken any days off this week." you vocalized as he continues his paper work "I'll make us reservations at your favorite restaurant" he suggests finally picking up the phone

"Sunday.. I just want to know you're okay"

"I am my angel, please stop worrying we'll see eachother at dinner. I love you, alright? I love you.. very much" he murmured before hanging up. His mind had many thoughts but you were always on top, he smiled to himself as he looked as the many photos of you on his desk.

--

Sunday loves you very much, his only regret it not showing it more. As he fell from the penacony theatre, his eyes following the horizon as he envisioned your smile. The only thing giving him hope, that he'll survive this fall.

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STREAAM TTYL BY LOOSEMBLE GUYSYY

also kinda got carried away 😔😔

-- navi >.<

[skeptical-saniwa]

You! Yes you! Could you draw me Sunday in a wedding dress please please please please

I saw someone else draw Sunday in a beautiful wedding dress and I can’t help but want to give him kisses now wahhh 😭😭😭😭

(P.s. might’ve spotted me on some other blogs but I’m checking up on my favourite artists/writers. Making sure they’ve gotten out of bed, eaten and have drink some water! Make sure to sleep as well! Sleep for me as my midterms are approaching and I’m a major in Medicine 😭)

Tell me why this is like the best Sunday I’ve drawn I locked in so hard on his face

[tra1nchi]

brat himbo male reader being trained by a stressed sunday tired of his bratty attitude.. a little degradation and praise would be nice too!! - 🐶 (my first time making a req like this, LMAO)

MINORS DNI!! Bttm male reader,,Degradation,,praise,,brat taming

You were annoying to say the least,,clinging onto his arm even in public!! Sunday made you believe that he wasn't embarrassed by your affection but the slight twitch in his wings gives it away quite obviously,

He was already stressed out of his mind that day,,you noticed how he never left his room,,not giving you an ounce of his attention :( you were his boyfriend but he was focusing more on work then you!!

When you first barged into his room,, Sunday simply ignored you but that only caused you to get even more annoying,,clinging onto his arm and pressing kisses all over his neck!! How could he possibly focus when you're acting like this?

"My dove..please." Sundays voice was soft,, barely above a whisper as he tries to push you gently away,,seeing the pout you made after totally threw him off!! He could feel his frustration start to build up

Next thing he knew he had you pinned underneath him,,his eyes meeting yours "Is this what you wanted hm? Greedy boy." He scolds before pressing his lips to yours firmly,,only taking your surprise as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth!!

soon you were pulled up against him,,Sundays arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he pounded rhythmically in and out of you "you have such a pretty singing voice.." What he was referring to were the moans that slipped from your mouth!!

He would go on for hours getting all of his pent up frustration out on you,,until you were nice and satisfied,, Sleeping so peacefully on his bed like you hadn't annoyed him for hours,,finally being able to get back to his work

[merakiui]

I SEE THE SUNDAY VISION MERA I SEE THE FUCKING VISION omg while reader is chatting and giggling in Robin's room, Sunday is nearly in tears with his ear pressed against the wall, straining to hear your pretty voice while he's fisting his leaky cock ommmggggg and when you accidentally spill some water on your chest and make a little gasp of surprised with a nasty word rolling off your tongue, his wings are fluttering and his eyes are rolling back because he's imagining you making such cute noises beneath him!!!! He cums so hard!!! It spills all over his hand. What a mess... curses, he's out of tissues. Now he has to go wash up in the bathroom. He opens the door to find you using a towel (you didn't know it was his!!!) to dab at the damp spot on the chest of your oversized white t-shirt... it's nearly transparent!!! Now the two of you are just standing there, staring at one another as he stutters out apologies, you with your nipples on full display and him with a hand full of his own cum and his cock hardening again by the second....

AAAAAAA YES YES!!!!!! HE IS SO PATHETIC OMG!!! Just,,,,, no words exchanged for a long, quiet minute. Noticing the mess in his hand and not-so-subtle tent in his pants and of course Sunday is the type of loser (affectionate) to dress in a silk sleepwear set with no wrinkles whatsoever, so it’s really easy to see the imprint of his dick against the thin material. OTL awkwardly handing him the towel because he needs it more than you do. You’ll just,,, leave him to it then. You wish him a good night and hurry back to Robin’s room, and he’s left with the memory of your perky nipples seared into his brain. This is so…messy.

He’s so weird!!! Quietly creeping down the hall and pushing the door open just a crack to peer in and watch you sleep. Imagining climbing on top of you, pulling your shirt up, fucking into you until you’re squirming and sleepily gazing at him, his name coming out groggy in your mouth: “Sun…day…?” And he’d just wrap his hands around your throat to keep you quiet or maybe press his hand to your mouth,,, just let him finish. Please, darling, don’t worry. He’ll let you finish, too. <3

And then he snaps out of the fantasy and realizes he’s been standing in the doorway much too long and you’re still sleeping soundly next to Robin.

He’s definitely paying more attention to you when he sees you at school from now on. :) how can he not when you’re coming over to his and Robin’s house so much? He knows these things aren’t happening on purpose. You’re best friends with his sister. You’re not here for him. But,,, that day you and Robin came back from a night out and you’d spilled something all over your pretty dress,,, Robin who asks Sunday to lend you one of his shirts because you like oversized stuff and Robin doesn’t have a lot of that in her wardrobe. >_< and now Sunday has to still his heart because you’re in his clothes….. his scent, all over you… and just beneath that, you’re naked and soft and warm and the minute he gets those clothes back he’s going to press them to his nose to smell your perfume and fuck into his hand like it’s your hole. orz

[lexirosewrites]

Slick Sunday thought. I’ve seen fics where soulmates have legal protections, like, you can’t vanish someone to a black site if they have a mate because it would cause separation sickness and could kill them.

So what about the omegaverse version with a little bit of a Kas for flavor?

A!Eddie gets saved by Vecna and remade as Kas. During the final fight, Eddie breaks through enough that he survives as himself, but with a few of Kas’s traits. Mostly the healing and strength and a little of the claws.

Government shows up, and it’s obvious that they want to take Eddie to a lab, and since the guy was dead, and the paperwork hasn’t been updated, they could pull it off. Because of the upside down leftovers, El has a really hard time tracking Eddie unless she’s within a few hundred yards of him. If he gets taken, they’ll lose him entirely. Part of the governments argument is valid: Kas did kill folks, and was in the hive mind, and is potentially incredibly dangerous still

Dustin is the one who comes up with the idea to bond Eddie to someone. The party isn’t quite to the level of hiding behind a barricade protecting Eddie yet, but they all understand that’s where they’re heading.

It has to be an omega, and it has to be right now.

Will is a recently presented omega, but: as Eddie puts it “absolutely not, that is a child”

Joyce is an omega, but she bonded to Hop not long after rescuing him from Russia.

Robin is an omega, but still a lesbian. She’s the party’s first thought. Lesbian or not, she’s the only omega they’ve got. Except. She looks to Steve, nauseous and scared, and she isn’t asking him, she would never ask him to, but like hell is Steve letting her get caught in that.

“Let me get my shirt off first, Munson”

“Steve, this is serious, stop joking, two alphas can’t form a bond.”

“I know. Not joking. I’m an omega. Surprise.”

The group freaks out. Naturally.

And it works, in the sense that the bond takes, and the feds won’t separate them. Not a perfect plan though.

The feds take them both.

omfg😭

[nvuy]

Could not sit still during the 2.7 livestream. I need to be inside of Sunday right NOW

You take a drag from the cigarette that falls from your lips and your bare arm wraps around the back of his head gently, holding him in place against your skin.

Sunday makes a noise. It sounds strangled as it forms from the back of his throat. He’s unusually still for the moment, though his arms come up to shakily curl around your waist. He presses into you gently, and though his breathing is staggered and uneven, he appears strangely at ease.

You feel his fingers tremble upon your spine. Perhaps he’s not used to feeling you this way; you had pulled his gloves off with your teeth and nipped at his knuckles until his face had grown pink enough for you to voice your concern. With his hands bare, he’s been forced to feel you for you.

Pointing it out was seemingly a mistake on your behalf, for you’d been gifted with a humiliated grunt and a quick smack on your shoulder. It barely helped at all considering he was playing a game of keeping your prying hands away from his ear feathers as well as trying his best to avert his gaze from your chest.

You shift once.

Sunday’s grip tightens around you.

Smoke wafts from your nose. “Still awake?”

“You’re terrible,” he mumbles. You’re sure he means it, too, for he hisses when you move again.

In retaliation, you shove his face in your chest. His nose squashes against your skin and his lips follow hotly. Weakly, he pushes himself up as best he can to bury his face into your sternum.

He’ll smell of smoke tonight. The thought is humiliating, but his chest grows warm and heavy with thrill. Perhaps he perceives it as some sort of branding; a harmless one. Something he reads about in those indulgent romance books Robin used to chat with him about.

His hair is a mess. It only grows worse when you ruffle it again, just to rile him up. Your hand quickly moves to his left wing before he can fight you off again, and you pinch the tip of the edge softly and slowly pull the wing outward.

He feels the uncomfortable stretch and lets out a displeased groan.

“These things are huge,” you whisper with the cigarette stuck to your lips. The wing stretches out far longer and larger than it appears it can. You scratch at the feathers and he cries out softly. They flutter by his ears. “Soft, too.”

He’s simply glad they please you.

He’s also frustrated he cannot snap at you for downplaying the situation at hand.

However, he is much too dizzy to form a coherent sentence.

You pet his hair.

The feeling goes straight to his dick and he twitches inside of you.

His teeth grit in frustration and you feel him squeeze your skin. “Do something.”

“The appeal of this is me not doing anything,” you remind him casually, tapping him on the nose. “You want some?” You hold the end of the cigarette close to his face. The smoke wafts close to his skin and he scrunches his nose up. Meekly, he shakes his head. “Hey. You’re the one that asked me to stay the night.”

He says nothing.

You feel his throat bob with a thick swallow on your sternum. His eyes are glassy. His room smells of smoke. Your smoke.

You sigh.

Then, you bounce once on his lap. Hard.

Sunday grips onto your hips for dear life. The noise that rips from his throat is pathetic. It was almost cute, if you wanted to be nice. You coo when he pants, and his cock twitches repeatedly between your legs. He holds tight enough to hurt.

You blow smoke over his wing and it twitches instinctively.

“I was… asking for you to keep me company,” he whispers between breaths. “I’ve told you I’m…” His face scrunches up when you roll your hips. “I’ve had trouble sleeping.”

“Am I helping?” you ask innocently.

“No.”

“You look like you’re about to pass out.”

He holds tighter. “Move. Please.”

You roll your eyes when he peels his face from your sternum. Instead, you blow smoke in his face and he turns his head away instinctively.

When the smoke clears, he turns to face you again quickly. There’s a hint of frustration in his gaze. His jaw clenches.

“Why you ruin your lungs with that filth is beyond me.”

“Well, if you hate it so much, I guess I’ll just leave.” You press your hands to his shoulders, mindful to keep the burning head of the cigarette away from his wings, and heave yourself upwards off of his cock.

He’s quick to react. He holds your hips and slams you back down. He moans and grips your skin tight. Your stomach jolts with the pressure and you instinctively roll your hips along his flesh again.

“Stay,” he whispers. “Ruin me.”

“Already am,” you remind softly.

“Then don’t stop.” His hand comes forth to trail up your throat. You’re unsure if he realises how bright his halo glistens in the low light, and the feathers below his ears fluff up. He swallows roughly and tilts his head up to meet your lips.

Strangely, your hands creep around his neck and his halo warps and discolours. You grin sharply at him as your mind muddies further and further.

The world spins with colours you cannot name, and sounds you cannot hear correctly. The world drowns and drowns and twirls and distorts, but his image remains clear. Clearer than day, and he is the only thing in the room you understand. Even his bed that you lay on becomes a foreign feeling along your legs.

His halo glows so brightly it appears white. There are six wings now that flutter beside his head.

His hands crawl to both sides of your face.

Don’t stop.

“Don’t disappoint me,” he muses weakly. “You’re here to please me.”

When he drags your lips to his for a kiss, he whimpers in surprise when all he tastes on your saliva is smoke and ash.