doting, coddling yandere sunday... from the moment he sets eyes on you, a little lamb lost to their flock, he knows it is his duty— no, his purpose— to break you and reshape you into the epitome of his desires. it's easy enough— so easy that he laughs when you struggle. not out of malice, but of disbelief. there's no way a weak little thing like you could ever hope to resist him— he's shocked that you'd even try.
that's why he needs to do this, you see, to protect you from those stronger than you who would deign to use you cruelly and not kindly as he does. and he will use you kindly, so kindly it makes the soft place between your legs ache with the echoes of his presence. he'll shape you into something perfect, something just for him. he'll change you, rewrite you, such that every fiber of your being is woven with devotion to him. he'll smother you with pleasure, soak you in submission, slather you with love so beautiful it is the only thing you can think of.
and you'll love him, by the end. you may struggle now, but you'll thank him for taking you. you'll thank him for breaking you. you'll thank him for shaping your mind into a shrine just for him. because even with your mental faculties dulled and your eyes crinkled in an empty, adoring smile, there is one universal truth by which you live. sunday knows best. he always does.
Dipper: *watching Wirt race Sara and win every time in the community pool, thinking about how Wirt can hold his breath for minutes at a time and swim like a dolphin and how much he’s attracted to that*
Mabel: “We need to check if he’s fae. He doesn’t swim enough to do all this.”
Dipper: “I’ll follow him into any faery world he calls me to.”