#sunday anon

[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

[harmonysanreads]

Yan Sunday’s darling looking him straight in the eye and biting into the halovian burger.

It is a threat.

“Sunday, look here for a second.” the Oak Family Head nearly failed to win the wrestle against the maelstrom of noises clamoring around the Golden Hour and distinguish your call from them. It was not his honed senses that provided the sole aid this time, rather, it was the syrupy lilt that dripped from your words and rendered him momentarily off-guard.

That is a weakness he'd like to believe he no longer surrenders to, while it is true he unquestionably would have if one was to focus on an earlier point of his life, Sunday would prefer to believe his tastes have since matured and his restraint has hardened. Indeed, Sunday is no more defeated by sugary pastries and cream-filled buns — where he crumbles to incorrigible pieces inside are moments like this, before a different species of sweetness. That, is another discovery altogether.

While he's left to collect and fix the bits back into rational human behavior, you revel in his predicament, as you do every time he lets slip an extra scrap of leniency. You don't hesitate to praise him for his cruelty, but he's always suspected you to be the sadist. A devil, a siren, an apparition that'll curse him to smithereens — there's no end to your list of virtues. It's not that he complains, that would be hypocritical as he's both the causation and correlation to your spirited schemes.

It's one of those burgers, but Sunday has always cherished a belief of it being the failed offspring between a donut and a burger instead. He's seen them his whole life (not that he's ever indulged in one of them) which is why the apparent normalcy of its appearance didn't ring any alarm bells in his head initially. One look into your pointed stare tells him that you have a purpose, but his attention is instead riveted to the movements of your lips.

You start by taking a bite out of the bread coated in cream, smearing your lips with the delicacy in the process before clumsily licking the cream with a swipe of your tongue ; Sunday stands frozen, thoroughly perplexed. Then, you lean towards the middle section occupied by two wing-like shapes, checking once to confirm that he was still watching before sinking your teeth into one of them.

... Oh.

It takes every atom of his body and every bit of his soul to continue playing statue, to not let anything more than a strangled breath escape and allow your face to be painted in the colors of smug satisfaction for months to come. Knowing you, he doubts you're ignorant to the fact that this time you've really hit a spot. So he stands there like a sculpture of disbelief, watching you finish the cursed burger for five whole minutes as vehicles fly past and by-standers cast questioning looks at the mute spectacle. By the time you're sated, he feels as though he's aged ten years.

“Mr. Sunday will pay for it, thank you!” you chirp at the confused shop keeper.

Just when he thinks his misery is over, you pull your ace ; licking clean the residual taste of the burger from your fingers, knowing painstakingly well how much he dislikes it. This level of audacity short-circuits Sunday's brain and he's unable to do anything but replay the image of a stray sprinkle still clinging to one corner of your lips as you skip away in search of more ways to torture him senseless.

[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!! >□<

[lexirosewrites]

I just had a sudden need to combine a classic overheard misunderstanding trope, and smash it into omegaverse.

So Steve hid the fact he was an omega after he presented, was just a normal beta man, exactly what society liked best. His parents didn’t force him, but they immediately dropped the cash to get the meds/whatever so no one would know. Eddie is an alpha, and has always been loud af about it.

Beta is the ideal, calm, reliable. Alphas are seen as sorta feral and dangerous. Omegas are just thought of as animalistic sluts, and heats are sorta disgusting. Alphas are split on the topic, it’s hot af or vile.

Steve keeps his secret (except from Robin) until after the UD is defeated in s4, but with the earthquake, he doesn’t have a refill of his suppressants. People find out. Gossip goes crazy. A lot of awful things get said to him, but pretends he’s not about to cry. The meds caused health problems, so now that the cats out of the bag, he doesn’t restart.

A few weeks later, Steve gets a call from Dustin that Eddie woke up and he needs a ride immediately to see him. Dustin forgets the flowers he was bringing, has to run back to the car. Steve decides not to wait, heads down the hall, and overhears Eddie and his band guys when he gets close.

“— god, that’s disgusting.”

“Right? All those years and nobody knew.”

“An omega though? Harrington?”

“It’s so messed up.”

“Shit. Fuck, what a nightmare.”

“It’s just gross. I mean can you imagine —“

Steve keeps walking, a little bit devastated that even Eddie Munson who always shouted about gender equality and stereotypes, thinks he’s disgusting. A couple days later, Steve has pummeled his nascent crush on Eddie into submission, and decided the best course is to not be around him alone. Ever. Because his stupid hormones would run into his stupid memory of those words and he’d start crying.

Meanwhile, back in a hospital room, Jeff and Eddie were putting together some long standing mysteries about Steve, bringing them to the only logical conclusion: that Steve’s parents forced him to live as a beta even though Steve was so obviously miserable. Eddie admits that this revelation is only going to make his crush worse, and they agree they need to help him. Obviously. Because they think his parents forced him to be more normal.

And obviously,

“Forcing your kid to do that? God, that’s disgusting.”

oh nooooooo😢😭😭😭 poor steve thinks eddie is disgusted by him when it’s the opposite!!! what a mess💔

[torisprlng]

DOCTOR WHO + 1960S COSTUME APPRECIATION

Doctor Who | The Devil's Chord

[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.

--

"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.

-

STREAAM TTYL BY LOOSEMBLE GUYSYY

also kinda got carried away 😔😔

-- navi >.<

[harmonysanreads]

The "darling being able to see Sunday's high-Fe social mask and avoids it" is so funny.

Because Sunday probably ends up thinking that you will be someone who he doesn't have to pretend around, he can be more free around you because you can see through him. I can even see the attraction being platonic at first before turning into something darker.

But because you can see through him, you know that there's something dangerous about him under that ethereal, beautiful appearance. There's no way you're getting yourself involved with that. Sunday simply wants someone he can be real around :')

But you keep on running away from him :')

-💅

[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

[lexirosewrites]

Steve going to school in pre-heat bc he is only just now presenting and his parents arent around to tell him whats happening and keep him home. So he goes to school and almost immediately runs into very possessive Alpha Eddie Munson. And Eddie takes one look at this glassy eyed brand new Omega and is like "yup thats mine." Eddie bundles him up into the back of his van where Steve can ride out his pre-heat all safe and snuggled into a pile of Eddie's clothes and blankets.

protective alpha eddie who sweeps freshly presented omega steve off his feet and manages to resist the temptation to ravish him in his vulnerable state is my kink

[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

[nvuy]

FUCK WAIT spoilers for the new 2.3 story but have you seen chained up Sunday yet

2.3 spoiler warning under cut

i have not played 2.3 (still haven’t updated my game) but yes. yes, i have.

it was more or less an accident.

i wasn’t SUPPOSED to see it but my stupid ass doesn’t see any ‘spoiler warning for sunday 2.3’ text in these posts because my eyes flick straight to ‘sunday’ and i click instantly.

but anyway.

pathetic & obsessed yan sunday concept is screaming at me in my head.

because now i’m just thinking you’re his lover and you sneak down to see him.

and so halovians are telepathic, but max they can read your mind is at about 10 feet. i’m no american so i don’t get inches and feet, but anyway.

so, maybe you open the door to speak with him one last time and admit that you’re leaving.

obviously he’s chained down, so when you begin speaking to him, he freaks out and tries to launch forward in the seat and grab you.

he’s stopped by the chains, and he feels like a placated animal.

he pulls weakly on the shackles. “step closer.”

you furrow your brows. “i’m fine right here.”

“please.” he drops his hands in defeat. “i need to–”

and he’s never begged before. he’s panic-stricken, because he’s not in position to do anything but beg and plead. it eats him alive.

he can’t tell what you’re thinking, and it’s killing him. it’s genuinely destroying him, being unable to read your mind. you’re just out of reach, and his halo flickers desperately in an iridescent display of light.

and you know.

you know all too well he needs to hear your thoughts. he was always so, so paranoid and insecure, that at almost every single night you were together, he would probe around secretly in your head while he held you tight against him in bed.

he asks if you’ll ever return to him.

you tell him maybe. one day.

maybe that’s it, then. maybe you turn and leave and lock him back up in that dark room all alone.

or maybe you do step closer. you’re quick, because you know what he’ll do less you remain too long in his reach. you gently grab his face and press your lips to his forehead.

when he does probe around in your head, because of course he does, all he can feel is unconditional love, and it almost burns with how warm it is.

so, he promises himself, if he ever does get out of here, he’ll scour the galaxy and tear it to little pieces in order to find you again.