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Drew this last time to lock the fuck in during my exams

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give it to me GIVE IT TO ME

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like to charge reblog to cast

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🕯️🕯️ may all 🕯️🕯️

🕯️🕯️corrupt politicians🕯️🕯️

🕯️🕯️ meet their fate 🕯️🕯️

🕯️🕯️ ‧͙☆༓happy ides༓☆‧͙🕯️🕯️

🕯️🕯️ to all 🕯️🕯️

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I'm experimenting with a couple of things and really trying to improve my overall technique, so here's a Sunday drabble 🥳🥳

I may add more but right now it's just a SundayxReader fluff piece

“I thought you said these were private,” Sunday murmurs as you lead him through the bathhouse. Everyone here is half-dressed or already naked. Sunday keeps his gaze focused entirely on where your hands are laced together. He can feel the heat of your hand even through his gloves. Far better to focus on that than the unease he feels seeing the debauchery around the two of you.

“I said there was a private bathhouse.” You turn your head just enough to smile slightly at him. Your smile hits him like a shock to the chest, just as hard as it always does. How could he ever refuse you? How could he ever refuse that look in your eyes? The one brimming with mischief, the kind that causes him nothing but trouble.

“Is it… Is it nearby?” His cheeks are faintly pink, his gloved hand tightening around yours. Its easy to forget that he was once head of the Oak Family when he can hardly look anywhere but your hands. But Penacony had always been a place of propriety despite it’s reputation. There were rules, regulations, expectations. Nothing like Amphoreus, where people could walk around completely naked. It simply wasn’t proper. Then again, neither was that look in your eyes when you reached the private room.

“We’re already here.” You grin, pushing the door open. Sunday was used to decadence even if he frowns upon it. This was nothing like the halls of the Reverie. Soft silks are draped across the bed, and the sunlight filters in through the balcony doors. And at the center of the room, a bath. It’s a lovely, deep bath built for two. Little soaps and oils line the rim, the bath already full of steaming hot water. It looks… Relaxing.

“Right,” he trails off, taking in the simple beauty of the room. Penacony was a show of decadence. But Amphoreus took pleasure in the smaller things. It valued relaxation and restoration. Things Sunday hasn’t thought about since he was a child. Since before the weight of responsibility bore down on him. He pauses for a moment, his eyes darting around the room. “There’s…Only one bed?��

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this is some sort of mood

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I adore your flustered Dr. Ratio 🥰 could you maybe doodle some more of that??? He's so pretty 🥹🥹

Yes ofc here’s 3 more anon 💥

Here’s the old one in case ppl wanna see:

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If I'm that weird writer that drops a banger and then vanishes for 67 years, I think I've accomplished my goals

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I tried hanging out in those new Patreon chats and I mildly feel like I'm about to have an anxiety attack, why is talking to new people so much harder online??

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may all the people who see this finish their current wip this year

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Realizing i have to interact with people to actually make friends is the bane of my existence

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MY WIFE

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May this arduous journey of ours lead us starward.

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I'm trying really hard to get used to doing more than lurk but it's all I've done on here 🥹🥹

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I love you tragedy I love you corruption arcs I love you doomed relationships I love you character succumbing to their fatal flaw I love you codependency I love you characters doomed to die from the start I love you road to hell paved with good intentions

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Well, what's your favorite Star Rail character and what do you love about them?

Don't mind me, I ignored this cause I got really nervous about interactions but I'm substantially tipsy rn and willing to talk to people

Sunday is definitely my top favorite cause I grew up anti-Catholic and I get really obsessed with characters with the world in their shoulders who can't seem to do it right

Jiaoqiu is a very close second but it's because he's a little shit and Dr. Ratio is a very close third because he's also a little shit

But I love my wives

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I WAS RIIIGHT

This is my first x reader. I'm not sure how I feel about it and it isn't done. But! Here's something I don't hate

Side note, there isn't enough sub!Sunday. Put some respect on that

MDNI, smut under the cut

Sunday looked absolutely pathetic. His wings splayed out underneath him, his hair all askew. His face flushed, his chest rising and falling with every gasping breath. He was an absolute wreck.

All because of you and your mouth. How your lips teased and kissed at his skin. How you seemed to worship every single part of him. You hadn't even touched him where he needed you to and yet…

“Don't-hah, don't tease me,” his voice is breathless, a combination of a whimper and a gasp. But do you take pity on him? Do you show him mercy? 

No.

You run your hands down his chest, feeling every inch of his once cool skin. You think he looks pretty like this and he can see it in your eyes. The utter devotion you have. It's what makes relinquishing control so easy to do right now. It’s in the way you take your time. The way you ignore his pleading.

You intend to prove your devotion. Your hands on his hips, your lips pressing kisses against the inside of his thighs. The way you’re looking at him would bring him to his knees if he wasn’t laying back on the bed the two of you shared. 

“I’m not teasing you,” you breathe out, already breathless from seeing him like this. It isn’t until you drag your tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the pretty tip that he believes you. 

The sound that escapes him is nowhere close to the dignified man everyone else sees. He’s moments away from begging for your mouth, silently praying that you’ll end the torment your putting him through. 

You never leave him wanting for long. The feeling of your tongue wrapping around the tip of his cock is nothing short of sinful. The smaller wings close to his face ruffle themselves and they go to cover the pretty flush dusting his cheeks that you love so much.