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— PUSH AND PULL : honkai star rail.

premise. as someone who's always believed in the term “try and try again,” (peak delusion, you know) rooting yourself in their heart has always been your goal, no matter the cold rejections and curt declines you receive. however, even you have your limits; perhaps this little push and pull you two have going isn't worth your time after all... but what happens then, if the chaser becomes the chased? (oh, how the turns have tabled.)

...or, when you play hard to get with them.

— ft. sunday, aventurine, jing yuan.

warnings: angst n fluff, messy messy, these boys are in love but are wayyy too chicken to admit they actually adore you, genderless reader.

a/n. inspired by @/xiaowhore's playing hard to get headcanons! my holy trinity 😇 n MY FAVES RAHHH

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SUNDAY is perplexed. very much aware of his qualities which enlists him as one of the finer (finest) bachelors of Penacony (he was the Robin's one and only blood, and was also the head of one of the main guiding forces of the Family, after all), sunday isn't sure he's ever come across someone as.... tenacious as you.

foolish, to be more precise, for he cannot for the life of him comprehend exactly why you are the way you are with... him.

no matter his respectful declines of your invitations to promenade around Penacony (re: going on dates), you really didn't know how to leave him be. though he hasn't exactly said he hated it, sunday was, admittedly, rather... affronted. your gifts, in particular, were your loud declarations of your affection (that make his wings flutter more rapidly than he'd like); but sunday was rather inconvenienced at the whole thing.

nonetheless, he does still accept them. reluctantly, mind you. not because he was fond of your constant shower of affections, which seemed so permanent that he began to look forward to them got used to it. to your credit, your gifts were very much to his tastes. (Robin once gave him a rather soul-searching look when he found himself wearing the gloves you gifted, light blue and white in color. he still uses it, just not when his sister is in the vicinity.)

in fact, perhaps he may have gotten too comfortable. little by little, your constant intrusions on his time have thawed a way to his heart; making sunday look forward to your jovial greetings and grandeur elaborations on your day, and such a thing makes him feel scared sunday needed to nip this in the bud, and fast.

so he confronts you, abruptly one day as you give him his newest gift—a jewelry box for his earrings. (surely, the rapid thumping of his heart was due to his irritation at your constant persistence, right?) “i'm afraid this can no longer continue. i am flattered by your... fancy for me, but i do not wish to enter a relationship in the near future.”

the utter silence that follows is torture to him—but he endures. he tries not to look at the momentary flash of hurt on your face. you seemed to quickly recover, though. giving him a simple smile (it didn't reach your eyes. it shocks him how his chest ached at the realization) and shaking your head when he returns the gift to you.

“i understand, mr. sunday.” the formal usage of his name instead of your chipper ‘sunday!’ makes his face twitch. “but please, keep the gift. think of this as my last declaration. it... would do me a great comfort, just this last time, if you accepted it instead.”

(if he had grabbed your hand at that moment as you left for the door, would he regret it?)

when you leave, sunday thought it would put the conflicting feelings in his mind at ease—but it doesn't. a week and two days counting, true to your word, sunday receives no flagrant gifts, nor little messages on his phone that tell him to take care of himself, to eat, and to make sure to remember to check up on Robin.

instead, contrary to the feeling of ease, regret follows him instead.

it's at two weeks and five days counting when sunday could no longer stand the sight of papers that stacked atop his desk and the image of you leaving for the door replaying in his head far too many times for him to count, that he contacts Robin.

and she, once hearing about the situation, gives him a very, very enlightening talk. (of course, not without giving her brother a lecture of the lifetime. part of him felt shame to know that his sister knew of his... turbulent love life, but she was the only one who he could trust, anyway).

“absence makes the heart grow fonder,” she says. “but in your case, brother, your heart has already decided it's course, right?”

sunday eyes the smooth velvet of the jewelry box you gifted, ruminating. his earrings lie there, carefully pristine and beautiful, gold and silver intertwined. he has worn them without fail, clean and spotless. (of course it was. such a design so intricate was only chosen by you. the thought makes his ears warm).

the next days are agonizing. vigor renewed and epiphanies well-spent, sunday spends the rest of his time after finishing his duties researching and painstakingly finding the best jeweller he can find (even employing the suggestions of a certain gambler, much to his dislike), and spending a god awful amount of time revisiting and rechecking which spots you like, which places you enjoy, to the point it comes up in Penacony's headlines that sunday is interested in someone.

surely, it should've reached your ears by now, yes? sunday panics. your preferences are well-accounted for, and he's sure the Bloodhound family members that report to him have to tell you that the person he had in mind was you. even Robin, who was your closest friend, has probably told you already.

it's embarrassing to admit, but; to hell with it, the day he meets you after three weeks and sees you having a pleasant chat with aventurine, of all people, sunday thinks his heart had shattered into little pieces and stabbed themselves into his body. not so much as sparing him a glance, moreso.

so when, finally at his wits end, sunday chooses to corner you at the dewlight pavilion and spills out how he has royally screwed up in the worst way possible, no one is surprised. at this rate, you would be swept up in the charms of that wretched gambler, and what sunday lacked in, aventurine more than made up for.

“wait, don't go to that gambler just yet.” he's breathless, he's chaotic—and something in his heart squeezes when you finally look at him. “i... i wish to take up your time now, if that's possible.” (he wishes he would take up your time forever, really, but that was still too early).

you eye his getup. all of your gifts, lined on the man you spent so long chasing after—you see the gloves you gifted, the tie with not so much as a single crease, and the earrings that shine more brightly in the light of the pavilion. (it suits him. like you) it was as if sunday had completely surrendered himself to you, had all but decided to proclaim that he was yours, and this was nothing short of a plea for you to hear him.

“please.” he says. almost begs. “i can't bear not seeing you anymore. allow me to correct such a damning mistake.”

and if you were skeptical, the way sunday looks at you would dispel any doubt you could ever have. (his wings, they were fluttering.)

(months later, after a nerve-ending confession, many days of dinners, shared gifts involving matching jewelry and promenading to your wishes, it dawns on sunday he was absolutely dancing to your tune. did he regret it, though?

....no, most certainly not.)

if AVENTURINE were to be honest with himself, he saw you as a useful “friend” rather than a romantic interest. was it bad of him? of a sort. but risk cutting himself open and letting someone he might grow to care for know about all the ugliness that follows his life? no, he's fine as it is, thanks.

the first thing he notices is that you're kind—though he distrusted most of his colleagues and preferred none to get close to him, aventurine, in some morbid moment of curiosity, instead allowed himself to bask in your attention. instead of curtly disparaging you, he flirts back at your compliments (the way your face heated up in return was far too endearing that he can't help but want to kiss you he finds it amusing) and consistently texts you a “did you get home safe” or a “i bought you this because it reminded me of you”; at this point, it was like you two were dating.

was it leading you on? yes, but he supposes it was a win-win; he could send you those tiny bits of validation that was enough for you to stay respectfully at a distance while he probed at your intentions. unlike others who attempt to garner his favor, you're genuine, and you seriously take the time to know him. because you always text back with hearts, always reassure him, tell him to stay safe and wish him luck at every gamble, every high stakes bet he finds himself in. you even complimented his perfume once (and, if he had to be honest, he could not stop thinking about it all day—because that perfume he commissioned exclusively was based off of your own favorite scents and it was extremely embarrassing that he loved hugging you knowing that you loved the way he smelled and that it felt extremely domestic).

(sometimes, he doesn't reply. for months on end. suddenly the golden-haired man you love goes cold and you know then that aventurine ghosts you and then returns when he's in need of a friend—never a lover. it hurts you, but at the very least, you know he cares in his own way.)

and, if aventurine had to be honest, it was killing him from the inside bit by bit. as if to drive the knife deeper, you never danced around what exactly was going on with you two. you never ask why he ghosts you, then sends you a bundle of gifts all of a sudden and then rapidly spends time with you and repeating the cycle. no, you were consistently by his side, so warm and so caring—so unlike him—that aventurine wonders if it's really all right to open his heart to you.

if, by some chance, he actually wanted to be with you, would you treat him even more sweetly than before? aventurine thinks you would—you were beautiful in your entirety, and he was practically undeserving of you. he imagines himself kissing your hand and having you in his arms—and that feels like ice cold water being dumped onto his head, because you could do so much better and yet, why him?

so when aventurine hears about how a certain doctor was visiting you for some unknown reason, his already fragile sense of security in this little will-they, won't they crumbles.

and when he finds out that you were staying over with ratio? something twisted lodges itself in the little brushes of his heart, coiling and coiling—making him feel green. aventurine is aware you and the doctor are good friends, and ratio was the one who even told you to make a move on him! how could he just—suddenly interrupt?!

(was it dramatic? extremely. but knowing his friend and the person he secretly adores might end up together? you can't really blame him.)

he supposes this can be attributed to him. it was an egregious mistake, a blunder aventurine made—he never gave you a clear sight of whether he truly loved you or not and now you're slipping away from him.

so, he does something very unexpected.

at 3:00 AM in the wee early morning hours, aventurine practically barges into one Dr. veritas ratio's home, demanding what the hell was going on between you. and as if he had expected it, his doctor friend merely gives him a shrug in return.

“perhaps they were simply getting fed up by a certain IPC member—who is clearly head over heels in love with them—giving them mixed signals.” ratio's tone is stern, and aventurine definitely knows that the look he gives him is the one he gives only to fools.

you idiot, the doctor seems to say. yeah, yeah, he is; aventurine ignores the clear pinprick at his dignity.

yes, he supposes he is the fool here. “ah.”

“yes, ‘ah,’ indeed. now, let me propose a question.” the purple-haired man says. “will you react in such a way when i tell you that in order for my friend to stop their anguish, i managed to get them to fraternize with one of my colleagues?”

“...what?”

“they will be having a meet-up seven system hours from now.” ratio shrugs. eyes aventurine, who's looking at him like a gaping, stupid fish. “i can only hope that no one would dare to disrupt.”

...it doesn't take him long to be rid of the gambler by then.

(a few hours later, you stop by the Intelligentsia Guild to see one veritas ratio with a smug smile, eyeing the fur coat draped around your shoulders, and the flushed and happy expression written on your face.

“did it work?” he asks.

you laugh, “splendidly.”

indeed, that gambler was a fool, and there's nothing more than dr. ratio loved than to educate such fools to shape.

“that will teach him.”)

as a quote unquote ‘old man’ who knows that he's well up in his years for a relationship, JING YUAN finds you to be quite amusing.

it doesn't take a detailed analysis to know that you were smitten with him, really. you're a complete open book by his standards—if your heated face and slightly airy voice whenever you were even placed in the same vicinity with the Dozing General was anything to come by. while flattering, he also shares the similar mindset of being too old for any love his way—and he could be mara-struck at any given time, and jing yuan does not wish such a life filled with anguish and pain for the one who may steal his heart. but, worry not, brave suitor of the Arbiter General! unlike the other two above, this man has the experience of millenia, and is open-minded and aware that you truly wish to be perceived as a potential lover.

in fact, jing yuan's recent favorite habit is sneaking off the Seat of Divine Foresight purely to freak you out, watching you scramble up your words, seeing the heat crawl up your nape and bloom all across your face. adorable. you certainly knew how to appeal, that's for sure.

(“heh, it seems i've found a new place to stay in so that the Diviner Fu won't grill me alive when she sees me.”

and when he's rewarded with a bashful and speechless look in return, a smile and your, “i'm glad, general.” it surprisingly lightens up his mood by more than he expected.

that, in turn, gives him a frightening 30% energy boost; fu xuan was utterly shocked to see the languid man actually working and looking like he enjoyed it, for once.

“did something good happen today, jing yuan? why so enthusiastic?”

“i just felt like working more than usual, diviner Fu. i seem to have my energy levels at a high.”)

now, jing yuan is considerate and perceptive first and foremost, so there's a high chance that out of all the men here, he is the most open to giving you the chance to pursue him. he does inform you beforehand that he has no plans of accepting your confessions in the future, and that is where the ‘hard to get’ part comes in.

it's like playing a confusing romance visual novel with a fickle love interest—you never really know what you're doing, whether it's something jing yuan would like or not, and you don't know if he even thinks your attempts are moving his heart. (tldr: he friend zones you).

he maintains the same distance no matter his banters with you, no matter how many times you tell him that you'd help yanqing out with sword lessons. it's like he was just... treating you as he would a friend, and that you were basically stuck in the friend-zone forever.

(he keeps it to himself, but something warm stirs in his chest when he sees yanqing sleeping on your shoulder after training practice, with your arm protectively around the boy's side.

your sleeping face didn't make it easy to look away either; it's one of the few moments in which jing yuan shows just the slightest bit of reciprocating your pursuits; he brushes back the stray hairs covering your face, and drapes a blanket over the two of you.

of course, perhaps to tease yanqing, he also takes the calligraphy brush and makes a work out of his face, doodling all over it.

when you wake up, there's a lingering scent of ink and yellowed paper that fills your senses. when you turn to the boy beside you, you almost giggle out loud.)

it's a little disheartening—and while jing yuan did acknowledge that you were slowly, slowly burrowing yourself in his heart, he doesn't act on it fast enough, and instead lets the realization sit in his mind for a while.

it gets to the point where it feels as though he were preparing to distance himself, and even yanqing had asked if he was well. your visits with the Arbiter General also decrease, as he suddenly buried himself in his work even more than before.

he doesn't get to see you all that much afterwards, despite the lingering feeling of missing you filling his heart.

....that's until jing yuan hears word of a recent mara-struck incident involving the Sky-faring Commission; with your name listed among those heavily injured.

when he visits Bailu's clinic after yanqing urges him, jing yuan takes in the sight of you, littered in injuries from head to toe. your life, about to snap. he never even told you that you won; you did manage to steal his heart and for the first time in a long time, jing yuan allows himself to love.

so if, after three weeks later when you're finally healed up and ready to go, jing yuan brings you into his arms and drags you to let him sleep in your lap, you can't really blame him now, can you?

a/n: i love yearner hsr men,,, might do a pt 2 though. thinking of mayb ratio, jiaoqiu and f/heng next time...... sighs dreamily

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.

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cl0udiesunday · 10 months ago

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The Desperation Waltz

(Sunday x Fem!Reader)

cw-: desperate Sunday, jealous Sunday, pleading Sunday, desperate reader, pleading reader, angst if you squint, fluff a bit

🎀 authorsnote: This one's a bit long but it's honestly from the bottom of my heart, I've been desperate before, but never had it reciprocated...so in this one...Sunday gets what I never did...love ❤️

please don't steal my work!

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Sunday had been watching you for a while, your body language, and the man you were talking to, his body language. You seemed friendly enough, and he didn't like that.

Obviously he know you weren't trying to be overly friendly towards them, you had good intentions, keeping your husbands image and your own image upbeat. But…this man didn't seem to be talking to you just to be nice.

And he couldn't have that…

Sunday walked up and cleared his throat. "(Name)...you're needed elsewhere!" He lies through his teeth, and you know it immediately too. "Sorry…my wife is extremely busy…" Taking your waist and guiding you away, you know exactly what was wrong.

Glancing at him you can see his little wings fluttering, almost seeming to fan his face, eyes narrowed with a dark determination.

Oh yeah…he was jealous…

But…you were so glad he stepped in. You hated having to talk to the family and all their guests, you honestly just wanted to spend time with your husband!

"Thank the Aeons..." You whisper softly as he leads you to another part of the ballroom. "I was waiting for you to intervene…"

Sunday chuckles quietly, pulling you flush against his chest. "I'm sorry my love…I should've reacted quicker." He kisses your forehead gently.

"My precious girl..."

His free hand reached upwards, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as the other tightened around your waist more. Pressing soft kisses against your cheeks as you playfully pout.

The ballroom really was gorgeous, high ceilings, gold decor, and an elegant center. Music flowed around the room as did the chatter and buzz of the guests.

"May I have this dance?" You hum softly to him, reaching up to meet the hand behind your ear.

"And how could I ever refuse..?"

Sunday murmured, pulling you closer until your chests were pressed together. Both of his hands slipped onto your waist, fingers gently tracing along your sides as he began to lead you in a slow, romantic dance to the music around you.

As you both dance, you smile at him, a hazy smile, your eyes locking in a lovesick trance.

Sunday's golden gaze never left yours, his own expression melting into a soft and tender look. He twirled you around in a simple but elegant motion, before pulling you back towards him.

"You're so beautiful, my love…such a wonderful, talented and gifted young woman…" He whispered, tracing his thumb along your cheek lovingly.

"I'm so glad I'm your wife..." You mumble as you nuzzle your head into his chest. It wasn't a lie, you loved Sunday, he was great to you. You both truly were happy together, lifting each other up through the highs and lows.

He beamed cheerfully, nodding his head quickly and pulling you close so his chin rested on your head.

"And I'm so glad I'm your dear husband, it's an absolute honor…"

Sunday's gaze flickered to the ceiling, observing the bright lights shining brilliantly over the dance floor.

He took a moment of silence before speaking once more.

"You're happy here, in the Family, yes? I'm treating you right?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" You smile softly, tilting your head to the side as if giving him an invitation to open up.

"No reason, no reason at all."

Sunday hummed, his expression slightly faltering before he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

The wings along his head, as well as the halo were completely relaxed and still. However, the pearly white feathers along his wings trembled in agitation. It was the first time he was ever seen with emotions other than kindness and cheer in public.

"You're amazing Sunday, my love, never forget that..." You whisper, kissing his temple.

He sighed quietly, his embrace tight around you as he began whispering into your ear.

"I love you, you've been such a blessing. I adore you so much, the thought of losing you... it drives me mad.."

Sunday's tone was low and gentle, though he sounded desperate and clingy, as though if he let go of you for even a moment you'd disappear from him.

"Why would you lose me?" You hum as he twirls you again, trying to hide his watery eyes.

"... Don't leave me..."

He whispered quietly, his grasp tightening on your waist. Sunday's entire demeanor had shifted, from the friendly, charismatic representative of the Family he was portrayed as...

To a deeply insecure, paranoid and lovesick man, willing to do anything to keep you by his side.

"Sunday..." You kiss his cheek as you dance. "I'd never leave you..."

Your husband hummed quietly, his expression softening once more as your lips met his cheek. His embrace loosened, the once tight grip he had on you relaxing.

However, even then…he continued to cling onto you like an owl holding onto a branch, almost as though he were afraid of being abandoned by his precious one.

"Good, good.. I'd be lost without you, you know? My sweet…my dear..."

He twirls you once again just to get you to smile, and you laugh softly

Sunday's expression visibly brightened at the sound of your laughter, he twirls you once again for the sake of hearing your laughter once more.

"I love your laughter, you should laugh more."

He commented quietly, his fingers gently trailing along your side as he guided you in the dance once more.

"My gorgeous love, my darling, my precious (Name)..."

You take his hand softly as you continue to waltz to the eerie but beautiful song playing in the background.

Sunday intertwined his fingers with yours, a loving expression in his soft golden gaze. He gently pulled you closer, to the point where your chest nearly touched his body.

"You're everything to me…"

He whispered quietly, spinning you around once more before tugging you back towards him. This time he embraced you properly, pulling you close as he continued to dance with you.

"Sunday honey what's wrong?" You hum, noticing his eyes glancing around the ballroom.

"N-Nothing, nothing at all."

Sunday lied through his teeth. Though he held you closely against him, he found his attention elsewhere, his gaze fixated on the guest's in the hall. He seemed paranoid, worried someone would talk to you, that you would be stolen away from him.

"Sunday..." You whisper sternly, leaning up to breathe against his ear.

Sunday blinked rapidly, flinching and snapping his attention back to you as he realized what he had been doing.

"Mmn…? Apologies, dear…I got distracted."

He muttered quietly, his expression softening as he met your eyes again. He flashed you a sheepish smile, though you could tell that look in his eyes…it was something akin to possessiveness.

"Honey..." You whisper, cupping his face with your soft hands. "Look at me...just me..."

"... Right, of course, my dearest... "

Sunday complied and averted his attention back to you. His expression visibly relaxed, his smile returning to his lips. However, his tone was still low and quiet, his golden eyes still fixated on you…yet it seemed as though he were on edge still.

He cupped your hand with his own, lifting it to his face again and pressing a gentle kiss against the palm of your hand.

"Listen to me..." You whisper. "I am NEVER leaving you...ever..." Your tone is deadly serious, you never sound like this. It scares him…yet also excites the angel looking man.

Sunday's expression softened further at your words, his shoulders visibly relaxing once more. A faint expression of gratitude and relief appeared on his face as he let out a quiet exhale.

He held you close, one hand resting on your back as the other cupped your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

"Of course.. I was being silly.. I should've never doubted you, my love."

His tone was much softer, though he still sounded quite clingy…

"Sunday..." You whisper. "I know you think that someone's going to take me away from you..." Your hues gaze into him, almost seeming to interrogate him.

"It's…it's irrational, perhaps.." Sunday whispered quietly, his gaze flickering to the side for a moment.

"But the thought of losing you, it scares me.. I would do anything to keep you to myself, you're mine, after all."

As he finished speaking, the possessive look in his eyes returned, a firm determination settling on his face as he grasped your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.

"Ok calm down crazy pants..." You tease, tip toeing up to press a kiss to his nose

Sunday blinked rapidly in surprise, his face flushing a light red as you kissed his nose. He remained close, gently leaning his forehead against yours.

"...You're too cheeky, my love.."

He muttered. You could feel his breath against your lips, his gaze never leaving yours as he pulled you closer once more.

He twirls you once again before taking your waist and hand, waltzing you around the ballroom

Sunday spun you effortlessly in the dance, a pleasant smile plastered across his face as he kept you steady. The wings along his head continued to flutter and tremble as you danced with him, the faint white feathers appearing a mess.

He pulled you close once more, his grip on your hand firm and his grip on your waist gentle but warm. He seemed perfectly content with you in his grasp, as if that's where you always belonged.

"Don't leave me..." You echo him. This surprises him, you always seemed so secure, but here you were.

Just

Him

"I won't, I won't.."

Sunday muttered quietly, pulling you close as he rested his chin on the top of your head. One of his hands gently slid up to rest in your hair, his fingers brushing through it gently as he kept you against him.

He inhaled quietly, before he wrapped his arms and wings around you, completely engulfing you with a tight embrace. "I'll never let you go.. Ever.."

"Promise?" You whisper, fluttering your eyes up at him.

"...Promise, my love. I promise..."

Sunday whispered quietly in return, wrapping his embrace around you tightly. You could hear his breathing quietly, his tone sounded nearly desperate.

"You're mine."

"And you are mine..." You hum, breathing softly against his lips.

"Yours."

Sunday muttered, his face moving down to let his lips ghost against your neck. He leaned in close, placing a gentle kiss against the spot, his fingers gently tracing along the length of your arms.

"I'm yours..."

He repeated in a gentle whisper, his expression visibly softening as he held you close. The embrace he had around you tightened, holding you in such a way that you were completely against him, wrapped in a warm embrace and tucked under his cream white wings.

"Yours..." You echo again. "Always yours..."

"Always."

Sunday repeated, gently burying his face into the crook of your neck as he held you. His embrace was still tight, the possessive and clingy look in his eyes appearing once again as he hugged you close to his body. A faint, content noise slipped from his lips as he stood there silently, keeping you against him in a warm embrace.

The song ends and people start to take a break from the dance floor. Yet the music continues. "Shall we have another dance?" You smile warmly.

"Of course, absolutely.."

Sunday mused quietly, flashing you a sweet smile in return. He pulled back from the warm embrace, grabbing your hand gently and intertwining his fingers with yours. His golden hues averted for a brief moment, looking down at your hand and the way your fingers intertwined with his

"Perfect…" He'd muttered, bringing your hand up to his face and giving your knuckles a gentle kiss.

"What is?" You tease, winking a quick bit.

"Hm?..."

Sunday snapped back to reality from his thoughts, having not realized he had spoken out loud. A sheepish smile appeared on his face upon realizing he had been caught staring.

"Ah.. nothing, dearest.. nothing."

He muttered, gently pulling you around the dance floor. His hands slid onto your waist, holding you in a proper waltz position as he began to dance with you once more.

As he dips you towards the ground before pulling you back up you kiss his nose quickly before he swings you softly

Sunday's expression lightens with an endearing smile, his face visibly flustering a bit at the kiss as he continued to lead you in the waltz.

His gaze remained on yours, his grip on your hand and waist firm as he kept you close to him, not once leaving you out of his sights.

"Perfect..." You echo him again.

"Mhm.."

Sunday muttered quietly in response, not letting his voice raise above a whisper. He gently pulled you closer, leaning his head forwards to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. The kiss was brief, only lasting a couple of seconds before he pulled back, his golden eyes fixated on yours.

He was completely entranced by you, enamored by every little thing you did.. He didn't want anyone else but you, having dedicated (willingly) his entire being to you.

"Hey how about we ditch?" You smirk softly, motioning to the grand ballroom doors, white and gold polish.

"Mm?.."

Sunday mumbled quietly, the words taking a second to sink in. A moment of silence fell between the two of you, before a mischievous grin appeared on his face.

"Ah.. that's a lovely idea my dear."

He muttered in response, a faint glimmer of excitement in his eyes. He immediately began to lead you off the dance floor, grasping your hand firmly and slipping his other arm around your waist.

You giggle softly as you both leave the ballroom sneakily, trying to hold in your laughter. You felt like a little kid playing spies.

Sunday chuckled along, his pace quick yet stealthy. He held you close to him, the hand that wrapped around your waist pulling you even closer as he led you out of the ballroom. His golden gaze was fixated on the halls in front of the two of you, watching out to make sure no one had noticed the two of you sneaking away.

You giggle again as you peer around with him, it's like a game to you.

"We mustn't get caught, my love!.."

Sunday whispered, a teasing smirk growing on his face. He continued leading you down the halls of the hotel, keeping an eye out in case anyone who may recognize the two of you appeared. It seemed quiet though, the both of them having successfully made it out of the ballroom without being noticed.

As you make it out of the ballroom and into the courtyard you sigh heavily with relief.

Sunday exhaled in relief at the same time, letting out a quiet laugh. He leaned forward to plant a kiss on your forehead, gently pulling you in for another warm embrace.

"We made it, darling~"

He hummed, closing his eyes as he held you close to him. One hand gently reached up to caress your cheek.

"Aeons…I love you..." You whisper

"I love you too my sweet, more than anything in this world.."

Sunday whispered in return, returning your whisper with one of his own. He leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he held you tighter, pulling you against him again to bury his face into your shoulder again.

"... don't leave me...ever..." You keep whispering, even alone, you feel shy.

Sunday held tightly onto you, not leaving an inch between your body and his. His grip on you was firm yet warm, like he was holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

"I won't…I won't ever, I'd rather die."

Sunday muttered quietly into your shoulder, his voice dropping into a whisper as he let out an exhale.

"Ok die is a stretch hon...if anything ever happened I wouldn't want you to feel lost without me" You tease.

Sunday blinked in surprise, quickly snapping back to reality upon realizing what he had said. His face quickly flushed a bright red and his hands flew up to cover his mouth as he stammered a mess of words.

"W-Wait no- nonono I-"

He muttered, flustered at the realization of his words.

"Phrasing, phrasing! I didn't mean die I just.."

He tried to correct himself, but his face continued to flush red.

"I know hon..." You smile, laughing at his flushed face.

Sunday went silent once more, his face still red as a tomato. After a few seconds of silence, he leaned closer and bent down to bury his face into your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist as he held onto you tightly.

A moment of silence fell between the two of you once more. He mumbled something quietly, though it was muffled by your chest.

"What was that?" You hum gently, almost teasingly against his hair.

"Nothing, my love.. Just…you're all I have, I wouldn't know what to do without you.."

Sunday mumbled quietly, looking upward as he leaned against you. His gaze was gentle and warm, a faint smile across his face.

"You're all I need…don't need anyone else…as long as you're here with me, I'm fine.."

"...wow you're putting me above Robin?" You scoff teasingly. "I'm telling~"

Sunday paused for a brief moment, a look of genuine surprise on his face. It was almost like he forgot he had a sister for a brief moment. He snapped back to reality soon after.

"Ah.. I-Of course I still care about my sister.."

He mumbled quietly, a sheepish look appearing on his face as he averted his gaze. He quickly leaned in to press a gentle kiss against your cheek, trying to change the subject.

I laugh softly and nod as I kiss his cheek back. "You better…she's my best friend…"

"Yes but anyway…my love, you're my everything…you're my world…"

Sunday muttered quietly in response, his cheeks still flushing a bright red as he leaned in to nuzzle gently against your cheek. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you once more as he gently buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"Sunday...I love you...never forget that...if anything ever happens, cross my heart it doesn't, just know I love you..." You giggle, pressing a gentle kiss to his head.

"I won't…I promise, my love…" Sunday whispered softly, returning your whisper with a soft one of his own. He tightened his embrace around you, holding you gently yet firmly like you were the most precious thing in the world, and he was afraid to let you go.

His golden eyes flickered back to yours, staring directly into your eyes affectionately.

He was utterly and completely entranced in you…you were everything.

You kiss his forehead and take his hand. "May I have one more dance?" You motion to the garden lights in the distance.

"Of course my love, of course…"

Sunday agreed wholeheartedly, his grip on your hand tightening as a gentle smile crept across his face. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, interlocking his fingers with yours as he led you into the garden.

The garden was dimly lit, with a faint romantic glow. Golden lights adorned the branches, their shine visible even in the darkness. It was just the two of you…alone with each other in the garden.

You smile softly as you begin to dance with each other. Sliding your hands behind his head to run your fingers through his hair.

Sunday's expression softens as you run your fingers through his hair, leaning his head forwards slightly as a content noise leaves his lips. His arms naturally gravitate towards you, wrapping around your waist to hold you close to him as the two of you continue to slow-dance in the garden

"I love you..." You whisper, a lovesick tone in your voice.

" I love you too, my dearest…"

Sunday hummed quietly in response, his gaze fixated on yours as his eyes flicker across your face. A gentle smile was plastered on his face, his expression filled with love and affection. He held you close, one hand reaching up to gently tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear as he admired your beauty.

"I'm yours forever..."

"And I'm yours, till the end of time and even after." Sunday whispered back, holding you gently as he let out a exhale. He leaned forwards gently, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. It was a soft, tender kiss, filled with the purest intentions possible. He slowly pulled back from the kiss, placing another gentle kiss along your jaw, down to your neck and to your shoulder.

"Dammit that was a lot sweeter than what I said..." You scoff, teasing him, hoping to gain another kiss.

Sunday let out a soft chuckle, his cheeks heating up a bright red from your teasings. His arms remained wrapped around you as he rested his chin on your shoulder, planting another gentle kiss on your collarbone and your shoulder.

"Is that so, my love?..."

He muttered in response, a mischievous smirk appearing on his face.

"Very."

"And is that to your liking?"

"...very."

🎀End🎀

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cl0udiesunday · 10 months ago

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sunday likes shiny stuff bc ravens likes shiny stuff, its just an idea

I love that idea! Birds all like shiny stuff so I could see him sneaking away with your jewelry and trinkets!

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Shiny Treasures

(Sunday x Fem!Reader)

cw-: lying Sunday, fluff, embarrassed boy, nervous boy 🤭

🎀 authorsnote: I literally was supposed to post this three weeks ago I'm so sorry 😭

please don't steal my work!

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Sunday had...a certain fondness for shiny things...a rather childish and unanticipated flaw to his character, really. No matter how small, insignificant or worthless they were.

Perhaps it had something to do with the halovians' innate desire for attention and glory, that would explain it. Or maybe it was because he was like a bird. But whatever the case, he was rather drawn to the gleam of precious gems and glittery accessories.

He sometimes tries to snatch your jewelry, thinking that you wouldn't notice, but fails miserably and you find that adorable.

"Hey hon do you know where that necklace I was wearing yesterday went?" You hum, peeking into his office.

Your boyfriend is hard at work, staring at some papers with concentration as he writes on them.

Sunday looked at you through the corner of his eye. His eyes looked a bit panicked before he started to concentrate on his papers again, but at this moment, he was just pretending.

"No, I don't...why my love?"

He answered with a simple reply. He thought that might work, right?

"Oh really?" You smile as you lean against the doorway. "I was going to wear it to that event we need to go to tonight."

Sunday stayed silent. And for some reason, his face started to redden a bit.

He knew that you weren't a fool. Why did he even think that you didn't know he stole your jewelry? Sunday sighed.

"Fine."

He opened his left drawer to carefully pick up your necklace and hold it out to you. Blushing as he looks away.

You snicker walking forward to lean down and kiss his forehead. "I know you like shiny things baby...but try to work on it?" Your voice soothes his embarrassment a bit.

Sunday looks at you, his face going even redder when you kissed his forehead.

"Mhm...I will...sorry"

He answered softly. He definitely didn't want to admit that he had an unhealthy obsession with shiny things, but he knew you already learned his secret anyways.

"Now...do you know where my rings are?" You glance into his eyes, yours have a hint of amusement while his are just plain panic.

"N-No..."

Sunday looked away. You knew he was lying again. He was bad at it, and he knew that you probably knew he was acting. You couldn't help but find that adorable.

"You must have placed them in our room...maybe on the nightstand!" He stammers a bit with his lie.

This wasn't like him and he hated it, the lying was killing him even if it couldn't be helped. He knew you weren't mad, you were amused, you loved his obsessions. But he still felt out of control with himself.

"Okkk..." You hum before kissing his nose. "So if I were to...check my nightstand in an hour...would they be back?" Your eyes narrow playfully as they gaze into his.

He blushed again. He really wasn't good at lying. Especially to you...his lovely girlfriend.

"Y-yes."

He replied. Sunday still found it quite difficult to look at you in the eyes while he was embarrassed like this. Why did he even steal them in the first place?

"Alright my little dove..." You smile softly, walking to the door before stopping and looking over your shoulder. "Oh and I wanted to tell you that I hung the suit you'll be wearing up on your door for when you get ready."

"T-Thank you, darling."

Sunday sighed of relief. He thought that you were going to keep asking him for jewelry back, reminding him of his little habit for the rest of the day. Sunday stood and followed to the door to grab his suit.

He quickly decided to give you a kiss on the cheek as a way to apologize for his silly behaviour.

"Let me know when you want me to help tie your tie. I'll be in our room." You smile before walking down the corridor out of his sight.

"Mhm, will do."

Sunday let out a heavy breath. Now that you're out of his sight, he has time to collect himself. He can't stop thinking about the feeling of your skin on his lips.

His thoughts always go crazy when you're around.

After he starts to prepare himself for the event, reading over his speech, making quick changes. He finally slips his suit on before glancing into his office mirror and remembering his tie.

He walks down the corridor where you had walked a bit previously into your shared room.

Glancing in he notices you sitting at your vanity, clearly doing your last preparations as well. His eyes soften as he watches you, his beautiful dove.

Finally he cleared his throat and spoke. "Hey, darling? Do you mind helping out a bit?" Holding the tie up he blushes embarrassed.

"Hmm?" You hum looking over your shoulder and glance at his undone tie. A warm laugh escapes your lips before you nod. "Cmere honey."

He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your back. He looked at your neck, and decided to give a little peck to it. He then hid his face in your shoulders.

"I don't know why, but I feel quite embarrassed right now. I mean I should be able to do my own tie..." Sunday sighs softly. "Please Help me out, will you darling...?" He asked softly, his hot breath against your neck.

"Of course my love..." You hum, making quick work to turn around and start tying his tie.

His eyes catch a glint of light out of the corner of them. Glancing to your vanity he notices a pair of sparkly diamond earrings, ones he bought for you no doubt.

He caught himself looking at the earrings. But he was just so tempted to take them right now, but decided to try to restrain himself.

Sunday waited patiently for you to tie his tie. He found this kind of bonding with you wholesome...if only he wasn't thinking about those damned earrings.

He couldn't handle it anymore, so when you were distracted he used his arm length to his advantage and swiped the earrings, putting them in his pocket.

Sunday felt a sense of guilt, stealing your earrings, but he also felt satisfied. He had to act normal now, and hope you didn't notice he pocketed your earrings.

"All done!" You smile brightly as you turn to the mirror to show him. "God you look so handsome..."

His blush returns, even though he's used to your compliments...he can't ever get used to the notion that you're his. "Thank you, darling. You look absolutely stunning yourself."

He said, and gave you a smile. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your hair lightly.

You both stand there for a few minutes, gazing at the mirror and at each other. But eventually the silence had to be broken.

"Ok! Go grab your speech and we can head out!" You smile patting his chest. He nods softly before you watch him walk to the door.

Sunday was obviously trying to rush out of the room, with a sense of panic in his mind that maybe you somehow noticed the earrings he just swiped.

"Oh and Sunday?"

His body tenses as he places a hand on the doorway. He gulps a bit before turning to you. "Y-Yes honey?"

"Earrings please." You snicker before holding your hand out. Eyes amused instead of angry.

"You noticed...?"

He asked, looking at your hand nervously. He slowly reached for his pocket and took out the earrings, reaching to hand them to you while looking away. He was as red as a flame spawn...

"It's hard not to when you bumped my waist with your hand while trying to reach for them..." You roll your eyes playfully.

He looks down at the ground, his wings drooping a bit. You gently cup his face and tilt his head upwards a bit.

"I could never get mad at my cute little dove..." You kiss his cheek. "Its kinda cute..."

"Heh...you mean that?"

He let out a sigh of relief. At least you didn't get mad at him for stealing your jewelry. He still had a hint of curiosity in his eyes though, wondering just how much jewelry you had.

Instead of asking he just gave you a small peck on the nose.

"My little Halovian..." You chuckle softly. "Such a jewelry snatcher." Walking to the front door, slipping your heels on. "Is your sister also like this?"

"Oh believe me...hah, she's worse."

"...remind me to never bring jewelry around her."

"Noted, my dear."

🎀End🎀

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cl0udiesunday · 10 months ago

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Sunday will be playable trust🙏🙏

#sunday hsr #sunday #hsr

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cl0udiesunday · 1 year ago

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Can any good Indonesian writer write for Cisini stories? Like Angga Fanfic when

#indonesia #Cisini stories #Citampi stories

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cl0udiesunday · 1 year ago

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Sunday release when

#sunday #hsr #sunday hsr

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cl0udiesunday · 2 years ago

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I'd love to see something with Grell x reader, maybe what you think a date might be like? ❤️

Date Night HCs (Grelle Sutcliff)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 !! 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗶 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆/𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗶 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲??? 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

To sum it up in two words, you would have to say fun (obviously, it’s Grelle) and awkward

AND NOT BECAUSE YOU DONT LIKE THEM

Nononononononono you adore them !!!!

And they’re so easy to talk to

The problem is that they adore YOU twice as much

So when meeting out in public, things can get a little hectic

Absolutely 100000% will scream about how adorable you look when you’re approaching from far away

And will show up with the biggest bouquet of flowers for you as a gift

And nearly dies inside when you’re the one reaching for their hand to hold as you two start walking

A date with Grelle is probably the whole nine yards too

Dinner, a show, maybe a walk around the shops or a nice garden

Of course, Grelle might be fidgeting and getting a little bit bored throughout some of the little less entertaining aspects of the night

But in the end, they’re doing it all for you <3 so they can handle a night that’s not really their forte as long as you’re enjoying yourself !!

Just remember to give your favorite reaper a kiss goodnight when it’s over

As long as you’re ready for them to smoother you with affection for a couple more minutes after the date was supposed to be over teehee ;]

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cl0udiesunday · 2 years ago

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Could you do Grell x reader (platonic) where reader thinks Grell is gorgeous and constantly compliments her?

YESSS GRELL MY LOVE OMG I JUST LOVE THAT WOMAN

It's a little bit short but you have been waiting for a week so yeah..

Anything for my favourite Lady

Im maid in Phantomhive mansion. I think Im the only one who knows Sebastian's and Lord Ciel's secret. One day they even let me go with them on mission. We were walking down the hall when red hair women stopped our way.

"SEBASTIAN MY LOVEEE!!!" she said.

I could say that Sebastian and young Lord Ciel didn't like her. She was all over Sebastian when she noticed me.

"And who are youu?? What is your purpose here?" She asked.

"Wow... You look absolutely amazing my dear" I said with stars in my eyes.

She looked at me a little bit shocked. Well Ciel and Sebastian also looked at me with shocking eyes.

"What?" Grell asked.

"Your hair.... It's beautiful is it real?? And your eyes they are just beautiful. AND BABY YOU ARE WEARING A SUIT IN THIS TIME!!!" I said.

She looked at me still shocking but than she just hugged me.

"THANK YOU MY LOVE!!!!" She said while hugging me.

"I need you to dress me up some time. You have a style babe" I said

"Sebastian why didn't you tell me about this beautiful woman, ah I was jealous at first. I thought you and Sebastian are something" She confessed.

"WHAT NE AND SEBASTIAN?! EW NOOO! No offense Sebastian but Im not into devils" I said

He just smiled.

"Yeah let's get back to you... Im sorry what is your name again?" I aksed

"Grell" she said.

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"(name)-channn!!!!!" Red haired woman called me.

I turned around to saw her standing there gorgeous as always.

"Ah aren't you beautiful today??" I asked.

"Just todayy???" She said

"No you are always beautiful my favourite Lady"

She hugged me and we went inside of the mansion.

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cl0udiesunday · 2 years ago

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Heya! i came searching for more poly hc's 😈 this time could it be with Pantalone and Tartaglia or Tighnari and Baizhu either of them works for me ^^

( I LOVE IT THE POLY SAMPO GEPARD ehe~)

Hiii!! your search is over 😈, i’m so glad you loved the previous one!! I hope this one is just as good💗

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summary: both sfw and nsfw hdcs for polyrelationship with tartaglia and pantalone :)

pairing: Pantalone x Tartaglia x y/n ( fem )

NSFW warning: toys, public, vulgar, harsh language,

Word count: 589 words

enjoy!

nsfw under the cut

sfw:

1.) Pantalone and Tartaglia would love to take you shopping. Oh my god, they practically fight over who gets to spoil you the most. Tartaglia will always have a things imported just for you, while Pantalone will take you anywhere in the world to go get whatever you want. You basically got two sugar daddy’s at your service.

2.) You three love to travel. As the Lantern Rite Festival begins in Liyue, you, Pantalone, and Tartaglia excitedly explore the festivities. Pantalone is fascinated by the traditions, while Tartaglia competes in games with a fiery determination. You all release lanterns, sharing your hopes for the future. Underneath the colorful night sky, you feel the warmth of your unconventional relationship illuminating your hearts.

3.) Theyd definitely come and consolidate your ideas in their plans. Imagine the tactical planning sessions, you, Pantalone, and Tartaglia share a table covered in maps and documents. Pantalone's brilliance shines as he maps out intricate strategies, while Tartaglia's boldness adds a layer of audacity. Amid the intense brainstorming, your input brings a balance that neither of them could achieve alone. As you exchange ideas, a shared smile hints at a passion that transcends the mission. You’d all order some food and crack open energy drinks while talking the whole night about whatever the night intends.

nsfw:

1.) These two are definitely not afraid of getting caught, not anywhere. Pantalone will bend you over the table in the fatui meeting room while Tartaglia makes you suck him off, 5 minutes before there’s a meeting. They’ll stuff you full of cum in a bathroom while on a business dinner, and make sure to pull up your panties so not a single drop spills out of you before you get even more at home. If there’s a corner in a room, you’ll get pushed against it and devoured completely by both of them.

2.) Tartaglia definitely degrades you, and Pantalone is always there to praise you.

“Do you like that baby? What a little slut, you’re so fucking wet already.” Tart will laugh at you, while curling up his fingers into your hole, as your thighs clench, locking his hand in between your legs.

“Don’t worry my love, we’ll take care of you. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” You other boyfriend will say, caressing your head and pulling away from the kisses you two are giving eachother.

3.) Pantalone and Tartaglia have very….different, personalities. Sometimes, this leads to bickering. Often, you’ll be in the crossfire of it but it’s not so bad when it’s about who gets to fuck you first.

You’d be almost completely undressed, the whole night they’ve been both fighting for your attention with playful nudges to themselves and grabbing you towards them, but now you lay bare under them and both of them are so desperate to thrust their cocks into you; hear you scream their name.

“Are you done embarrassing yourself? I think you’d better move.” Pantalone spouts to Tartaglia, as his thumb is in your mouth, playing with your tongue as his is cursing your other lover.

“Me? Move? Take your own advice, isn’t that right y/n? You want me to stuff this little pussy, right?” Tartaglia asks you, his fingers slipping themselves between your folds as you squirm. You can’t help but get even more turned on from them trying to win you over. The night will always end the same. They’re cum mixed into your hole, and you a poor, shaking, pathetic little mess, in the arms of your lovers.

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