𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘.

“my heart, the bird of wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes.” — @dropratemaxxing ⚠️ NSFW🔞, DD:DNE)

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠDo you truly 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 to bring about
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠthe 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 of this world?
ᅠᅠᅠ

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

@dropratemaxxing — his slim torso and fine lines on his abdomen that leads to hip dips that’s hidden beneath his slacks. That can wait.

“You’re beautiful no matter how thin or heavy you are, but I do need you to eat regularly. The baby won’t survive if you eat only when told to.”

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

@dropratemaxxing His kisses trail downward, down to his neck. Working his fingers while his neck was arm-locked proves to be quite difficult, but he’s learned that nothing is difficult when it comes to Aventurine.

Sunday works his way to unbutton Aventurine’s shirt, slowly revealing —

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

@dropratemaxxing — during their private times is an honour for him. “Hold on tight.”

Aventurine is thinner now, something Sunday notices as he carries him to their bedroom. Stressed about work, probably. Sunday then carefully lays him down on the bed. “You’re thinner.”

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

@dropratemaxxing “And I know you like to be treated like one—by me,” the addition is important. Aventurine disclosed it to himself some long time ago, which Sunday considers to be an honour. He’s familiarised himself with how Aventurine works professionally, so being able to spoil him —

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

@dropratemaxxing “Now that we’re comfortable with each other, you seem getting lazier with your ways to seduce me,” but Sunday is no more than enamoured by him, and therefore, can’t resist leaving a peck on Aventurine’s lips. “You don’t want to move to bedroom?”

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

@dropratemaxxing “Before I do that, though,” Aventurine smelled like heaven—if there’s such a thing as it. It’s hard not to get aroused whenever he smelled him; something that Aventurine liked to poke fun at him. “Are you ovulating now? What’s the best date for you to get pregnant?”

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

@dropratemaxxing “Because you complained how my knees poke on your butt, but I will not object if you wish to sit on my lap instead.” And also there’s a massager installed on the chair beside him.

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

“I heard today was supposed to be the annual Kakava Day. Happy birthday, Mr. Aventurine. May the luck always be with you. — S.”

@dropratemaxxing

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

A bouquet of flowers and a small box sits unassuming among stacks of papers. The desk seems to be deserted of its owner, though the person that left the packages seemed to not pay any mind.

A small note with elegant handwriting lies opened next to the gifts.

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

@tripletbbie || Haha... Mungkin malah dipanggil rambut biru? Seperti Trailblazer dipanggil rambut abu-abu? Oh iya, di sini Nona Tribios apakah seperti Tribbie ketika kirim pesan?

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

@thehezro || Boleh banget, kalau mau interaksi yang non-Canon juga gapapa banget

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

@tripletbbie || Sunny... iya boleh... Semoga betah ya, Nona Tribios...

[KIRIM MENFESS MELALUI LINK DI CARRD! @2DimensiMenfess]

!2DFess | Salam dari kami berdua yang mencari kawan baru, sebab baru diberi nyawa oleh penulis. Apabila tertarik untuk berkawan, bisa tinggalkan jejak berupa repost dan akan kami hampiri nanti!

- Canon.

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

@dropratemaxxing — wanting more.

He breaks off the kiss, though, because he needs to breathe and his chest is becoming too heavy. He eyes the string of saliva connecting their lips for a second, and redirects his stare at Aventurine’s face.

“Aventurine,” he breathes out, “I like you.”

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

Now that our stomachs are both filled, we decide to retreat to our—Aventurine's—bedroom. Aventurine is different when he retreats to his quarter; he talks less and is not as frivolous as he usually presents himself. I, for one, enjoy the silence as Aventurine sometimes reminds me

[𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. @seraphoforder]

@dropratemaxxing He licks the seam of Aventurine’s lips, tasting away the saline tears and nibbles the thin lip softly. Aventurine always tastes heavenly, like honey, subtle sweet, fruity taste with a hint of lip balm. His lips are surprisingly soft and well-cared, and Sunday finds himself —