strawpage anon: "do u have any sunday fics ur planning to release soon ? :)"

"There we are. Aren't you the cutest little thing, all stoned out of your mind?" Aventurine's smile goes from indulgent to predatory like a switch has been flipped. "Heads up, buttercup." It's just a plink of a single poker chip off Sunday's cheek, one that he's apparently too stoned to even flinch from in time, but it's enough. A ripple effect cascades through him as his lowered defenses crack, then shatter. Sunday whites out for a brief, brilliant moment, then comes to— only to realize he's cumming in his cage, caught up in a shattering wave of intense euphoria. Ratio's groaning behind him, rubbing with slick fleshy noises against him, and his halo is practically vibrating off his head. Aventurine tugs him forward into a devouring kiss before Sunday's even finished orgasming, and he distantly feels Ratio lean back and spit onto his hole, which is horrifying and disgusting and makes him want to spread his legs even wider as a thick, wet finger pushes inside. It's too much, too quick, but that's just how he likes it, and the sensation combined with the comedown and the high and the two of them touching him, inside him— he's utterly delirious with it. "Need oil," Ratio grunts, and Aventurine gives a lick to Sunday's canine tooth before pulling back. "Stay put, angel. Don't run again, I won't be here to save you if you do." And then he's rising to his feet, looking far steadier than Sunday feels, and notably tenting his trousers. Sunday's mouth waters as he watches Aventurine head off somewhere… he's not sure of anything right now. What did Ratio ask him for? Oil? He can feel Ratio's finger slowly working in and out of his hole. This time, when Ratio spits again, he can't help but shudder out a moan. "Forgive me for being so crude." Ratio huffs, a low husky edge to his voice that has Sunday paying rapt attention even in the midst of his inebriated daze. "You severely test my patience."

Hello anon! Nothing that's close to being complete, alas. I can give you a preview of something I'm cooking for the Sweet Tooth series, though! 👀

tags: cnc, bdsm, threesome, drug use (cannabis), rough sex, chastity, break mechanics

#hsrsunday #sunratiorine #aventioday #avenday #ratioday #nsfw

My only #Ratioday art and i forgot to even share it on here... i need to draw them more

Strawpage anon: “Bossday you said but 2.5 gave us Aeonday are you having any plans to use his fall from Aeon rank while shipping him w Ratio perhaps UwU”

Sorry oomfie, fully meant to reply to this sooner. Honestly, it’s something that I haven’t dug into much yet, but want to! I’m overdue for a Sunday deep dive because I started playing during Penacony and did not absorb the lore fully at the time. Still need to play 3.8 too 😮‍💨😅

#ratioday #sundayhsr

◇◆◆ #avenday #ratioday????

Here is my second Smut for SNAP. Thank you very much, please continue your support!
T4T #ratioday not sure what to tag in JP, quite rare.. HOORAY BL!

The Doctor's Sacrament by seidrade Chapter 4: Repentance Summary: "Say it again, Miss Sunday," Ratio commanded, in a tone that brooked no argument. "Be cooperative and repeat yourself, in full." Sunday squirmed, biting her lip. Tears were overflowing, hot and accusatory on her cheeks. "I can't— I can't do that." And now he'd be able to hear she was crying again… for the love of Xipe, could she do nothing right? "And whyever not?" Ratio seemed entirely undissuaded by her argument. She despaired, realizing she was trapped and he wasn't going to allow her to escape. "Because… you'll never… you'll n-never want to look at me again." Her voice broke, coming out as a cracked, pitched whisper. "I can't."

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E // 36.9k // dubcon, BDSM #ratioday #suntio #sunratio

🛁 dom top Ratio
🕊️ sub bottom tfem Sunday
🍸 midnight in the party car
🩺 med kink / incest play

After Ratio cleans her up, Sunday finally calls him by the name she's been longing to

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The Doctor's Sacrament by seidrade Chapter 3: Temperance Summary: "Perfect," Ratio said, and somehow that very word alone served to suffuse her entire being with warmth and longing. "Place your hands on me, somewhere comfortable." After a moment's hesitation, Sunday reached out to rest her palms on his knees, feeling that to be a safe spot. She glanced up at him again for confirmation that she hadn't somehow misunderstood his directions. "Like this?" "Mm. Very good. Now, tell me, Miss Sunday. What is the extent of your experience performing oral sex?"

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The Doctor's Sacrament // 4.7k (3/4)
E // 22k // dubcon, BDSM #ratioday #suntio #sunratio

🛁 dom top Ratio
🕊️ sub bottom tfem Sunday
🍸 midnight in the party car
🩺 med kink

A brief reprieve from her exam finds Sunday on her knees for the doctor. It feels strangely natural.

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The Doctor's Sacrament // 9.5k (2/4)
E // dubcon, BDSM #ratioday #suntio #sunratio

🛁 dom top Ratio
🕊️ sub bottom tfem Sunday
🍸 midnight in the party car
🩺 medical kink

Ratio dons latex gloves and Sunday's humiliation intensifies as her 'exam' takes a turn for the internal.

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The Doctor's Sacrament by seidrade Summary: "Miss Sunday. Look at me." Feeling like a schoolgirl about to be lectured, Sunday dragged her eyes up from the relatively safe vicinity of Ratio's arms and chest (oh, who was she kidding, there was nothing safe about that) to meet his rose-hued eyes with trepidation. Ratio gazed at her with an odd sort of intense yet benign interest, not unlike his usual scholarly mien, but she could feel the energy rolling off him. He was clearly enjoying this. "I'll make it easy for you," Ratio began again, that familiar patronizing tone curling into his voice. "Lift your skirt so I may examine you." Sunday limps back onto the Astral Express late one night after an unexpected rendezvous with the Stellaron Hunters leaves her bruised, tattered, and exceptionally well-fucked. Unfortunately, one Dr. Veritas Ratio has been visiting the Express and is still awake to intercept her attempt to sneak through the party car. A misunderstanding leads to Sunday allowing the doctor to examine her injuries, only for it to become obvious to both of them that, for all her shame, Sunday still inexplicably aches to be touched. Naturally, Ratio has a solution.

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#ratioday #suntio #sunratio 🛁🕊️

❤️‍🔥 dom top Ratio / sub bottom tfem Sunday
🍸 midnight in the party car
🩺 medical kink

Sunday stumbles onto the Express after an intense sexual encounter. Ratio examines her... thoroughly.

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A brief snippet of an unnamed WIP: Feeling like a schoolgirl about to be lectured, she dragged her eyes up from the relatively safe vicinity of Ratio's arms and chest (oh, who was she kidding) to meet his eyes with trepidation. Ratio gazed at her with a sort of intense yet benign interest, not unlike his usual mien, but she could feel the energy rolling off him. He was clearly enjoying this. "I'll make it easy for you," Ratio began again, that familiar patronizing tone curling into his voice. "Lift your skirt so I may examine you." Sunday could barely remember how to breathe. Kafka had done rather a lot to make her submit. Teasing, toying, wry taunting. Suffocating Sunday with her sensuality. This was something else entirely. Some other thing she hadn't realized she'd been craving. The chasm between Ratio's calm, almost entirely professional demeanor and the things he was asking her to do in that oh-so-reasonable voice. The way he spoke down to her as if she were a foolish little girl in need of guidance. It made a horrible need writhe deep inside her. Kafka had made Sunday call her Mommy. But now, it would seem, she had to answer to Father.

Another snippet from later in the fic: Sunday couldn't help the whimper that escaped her choked-up throat when Ratio withdrew his finger from her panties and ran it over her trapped cock instead. Her head spun, body swaying in place. She wanted to cum so badly it hurt. "Exceptionally sensitive here, I see," Ratio hummed, repeating the motion. Sunday seized up, fists bunching in her skirt and her stomach clenching as she tried to shy away from the teasing sensation. "Ah, ah." Ratio, of course, wasn't having it. His free hand came up to splay across her bare stomach, preventing her from curling in on herself. "I didn't say you could move." "Damnit…" Sunday gave into the rare urge to curse, her wings trembling around her face. Even without seeing everything, just knowing he was looking at her was more than enough to leave her delirious and anxious. "I— I don't—" "Your only task is to stand there and hold your skirt up for me," Ratio reminded her, and Aeons, those words in his mouth were utterly filthy. "Surely you can manage that?"

Been a while since I did a WIP Wednesday…

Mega brainrotting over dom Dr. Ratio / sub transfem Sunday medical play + inspection kink, courtesy of the fiends in my server (ilu)

Includes a reference to Kafkasun, chastity cages, and brief mommy/daddy kink~

#ratioday #sunratio #suntio #drratio #nsfw

is this anything

#hsr #avenday #ratiorine #ratioday