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#open Sunday
mimisplayground · 3 months
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SORRY TO BREAK FROM OUR COD STREAK WE GOT GOING BUT….
Dr. Ratio…..Sunday….
That angel would have you by your throat with your face in the pillows faster than you can say his name. Would mock you in a faux sweet coo, watching you writhe and plead underneath him.
Totally would be into orgasm denial. Would spend hours bringing you to the edge just to stop and watch you sob. Would call you a filthy little animal for crying for him so much. Would call you his favourite stupid little pet :(
Sunday would be so mean to you all with a smile on his face and sweet tone to his voice.
Dr. Ratio wouldn’t even hide his condescending attitude towards you. Would ask if you’re genuinely too stupid to form words after a few thrusts.
And I KNOW it was just one scene of him in the bath but my headcanon is that he loves his white girl bathtimes. Would get frustrated if you interrupted it for any reason, a simple question or to let him know that you made him food. You would find yourself stripped down and promptly pulled into the tub, listening to the man grunting about how if you were going to be there you might as well be useful.
Bc free use kink….
Would TRY to cure your idiocy that he ‘diagnosed’ you with. Making you read out a book to him with his dick jammed deep inside of you with the excuse that its the only way your feeble brain can pay any proper attention.
I LOVE CRUEL MEN!!!
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heartorbit · 3 months
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always by your side
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scourge-sympathiser · 1 month
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SCOURGE SUNDAY 027/???
ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
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doodleswithangie · 2 months
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@danielhowell, thanks for making a show that's equal parts devastatingly hilarious and achingly poignant 🖤🧡
[Image Description: Stylized fanart of Daniel Howell performing his stage show. Inked in black with a gradient orange background behind him, Dan screams into his microphone, "WE'RE ALL DOOMED!" End ID]
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andy-clutterbuck · 2 months
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The Ones Who Live | 1x01 - Years
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faeriefully · 4 months
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girls really do be raging a war in their own head whilst sitting silent in their living room
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ollieolliewrld · 2 months
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HSR Men in Relationships 1.5 (SFW)
Relationship headcanons for Aventurine, Gallagher, and Sunday <3
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Aventurine
❥A relationship with him is a slow-build 
❥Everything is a game to him and he will always win
❥When he meets you he is trying to get you to join in on one of his plans 
❥He sweet-talks you and offers a big payout if you join him but you refuse
❥Usually, he would call it a loss and move on but there was something about you that he couldn’t get out of his head
❥Aventurine knew he had to try again so a few days later he came back to you with a new approach
❥When he saw you again his breath got caught in his throat, his usual cool-headedness was gone, and for the first time in forever he was nervous
❥He didn’t want you to say no to him and he did not want this to be a business interaction
❥Instead, he wanted to know your middle name and how you liked your eggs
❥Looking at you from a distance he caught himself imagining a world where you were with him laughing and holding him 
❥You approaching him pulled him out of this as he now had to face the music
❥To his surprise you had your own business offer, one he couldn’t refuse
❥Since then you two have kept a playful and loving relationship where he treasures you and places you as a priority over any level of money or ICP business
❥You are his reason for living 
Gallagher
❥This man would steal the moon for you
❥You have brought so much light and joy into his life that he wants to find a way to repay you
❥He is a very classic boyfriend, you have not opened a door for yourself since you met him, and you have been given your own supply of his clothes
❥Gallagher takes the best care of you as he views you as an extension of himself 
❥What bothers you bothers him, any issue you have no matter how big or small will be dealt with 
❥Making you as happy as possible is what he aims for and nothing makes him happier than seeing you safe 
❥He’s the type of lover that will see you upset one day and come back with a puppy/kitten
❥ADORES cuddling with you (bonus if the new pet is there too) 
❥He comes home so drained sometimes that being able to enjoy lying with your head on his chest fixes everything
❥At night you like to trace the scars on his arms
❥You have never asked where they came from but you can imagine
❥You coming into his life is the best thing that has ever happened to him, he truly could not see a world where you two were not together
Sunday
❥Life for Sunday has always been very work forward trying to keep up the family’s image at all times
❥When he started to court you he drew out clear boundaries 
❥Never would he put you at risk and you were never to be involved in the family’s business
❥While he wants to share everything with you there are too many secrets that could hurt you so he keeps them to himself
❥With everything Sunday does he looks out for your safety 
❥No matter what is going on he remembers the little things like your favorite type of tea that can only be bought at a tea shop once every season
❥Everything must be perfect and you are perfect to him, he is going to do what what needs to be done to ensure your happiness and safety
❥He does not think you are helpless but why would he ever let anything happen to his love?
❥Sunday really enjoys planning dates with you
❥Any opportunity he can get to shower you in affection he is going to take 
❥Dates with him range from casual and meaningful to highly detailed and elaborate 
❥No matter the location or activity he puts his heart into it making sure you know how he feels about you
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chalkrub · 4 months
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quick doodle of the guy
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seawitchkaraoke · 5 months
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H's pov of the decked out day so far is just him being entirely delighted with Scarland, then being entirely delighted with Decked Out and then being entirely delighted with Bdubs' horseranch, like he's having the BEST time hanging out with the hermits, he has been collected by the hermits, he is never going to leave, he loves everything about this
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lazylittledragon · 3 months
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fun fact even if you're self employed and on your own schedule you can still appreciate the weekends because there's no fucking emails coming in
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mimisplayground · 3 months
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Sunday was an awful, awful angel. He was cruel, uncaring, and he had a stupid smile on his face all the time. Like he thought he was better. Like he KNEW he was better.
And watching the people around you begin to whisper awful things about you. About how Sunday had told them you were a wicked, mean person. You couldn’t help but feel a sinking feeling of despair. How were you meant to face this? He was a public figure, one of absolute authority and power that you could never hope to speak against.
So you go to him with tears in your eyes, asking how you could have ever possibly made him view you as so awful and wicked. “You’re undignified, unruly, quite honestly a bit airy in the head, and mouthy. Is that enough reason?” He smiles at you the entire time, tilting his head at the end of the question while watching fat tears roll down your cheeks.
“How do I… fix that…” you mutter through hiccups and sniffles, almost crying more when he coos at you and gives you a hug. Petting your hair as you went to full blown sobs. “It’s ok, just listen to what I tell you to do. I’ll always guide you properly. It’s not your fault you’re so stupid.”
He had sent you on your way, and the rumors and awfulness of those around you only got worse. You went from lazy to attention whore in their eyes. Clinging to Sunday and every word he speaks like gospel. Without so much as an approving glance your way.
You would cry awfully, not able to talk to those around you and not wanting to confront the man who had deemed you as a vile person again.
And you grew angry, though with that the talk got nastier. How awful you were. Being called for an audience with Sunday only for him to berate you for twenty minutes until you were a sniveling mess again was just awful.
In fact, the talk only seemed to vanish when you clung impossibly close to the man. In his quarters everyday, bringing him teas and snacks and not bothering to pay attention to the others.
It was easier that way. When you paid attention to the others you always found them saying awful things about you. When you were with Sunday it was like none of those rumors existed. And so you were like a personal assistant, telling people when he wanted an audience with them, bringing him foods and drinks, organizing things for him, anything he asked.
It wasnt hard to fall into the routine either. He was such a kind guy, he only ever told you when you did something wrong afterall. Your posture, your manners, your tone, what you were wearing, things like that. And you would always change it to fit how he said you were best. Because clearly he knew best.
He was handsome too, easy to look at. So of course it wasn’t long until you fell into his bed.
Sunday was a selfish lover. He would make sure you finished of course. But everything he did was with his own entertainment at mind.
Leaving you overstimulated and limp by the end of most nights. But he kissed you so sweetly afterwards, wiping you down and cuddling up to you. The next morning you would be pawing at him again, begging for more once again.
You were selfish in your own ways too. Sunday never seemed to mind when you were sat next to him, gripping his arm and glaring at whoever had come around to talk to him. How you would refuse to talk to them and bury yourself further into the man as he would laugh and apologize for your behavior with a dismissive attitude.
You don’t even really know when you began living with him.
Somewhere between his hand stuffing your face into some pillows as he calls you a mangy stupid mutt and the times where he thrusts into you slow and sensual while saying it was fine that you were stupid, because you were his.
Because you are his. No one else could ever fuck you the way he does. With a calm smile and a feral look in his eyes, pounding into you and rubbing your nipples. Sucking your neck and biting his claim all over you. And you babble insistently about how amazing he is. How perfect he is, how much you adore him as you pet his hair back and out of his face while he pounds you into a mating press.
He calls you a stupid little doll. A pretty pet. A cute accessory. Leaves you fucked out and drooling and laughs, making a comment about how he didn’t know you could get any dumber.
But it’s ok that you’re dumb. Because you’re his.
Forever and always.
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AN ACTUAL FULL FLESHED FIC??? FROM ME??? WOAH….
also hes TOXIC pls do NOT idolize him… anyways hes my idol :3 hope you all enjoyed lemme know what u want nexf!!
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priscirat · 21 days
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junna
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scourge-sympathiser · 2 months
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SCOURGE SUNDAY 025/???
BLESSING leader of WATERCLAN
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netzieart · 1 month
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Did yall see Robin's pride flag rhinestones??
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dailyjermasparkle · 4 months
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opendirectories · 2 months
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