#he is the actual sun

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Gregory is NEVER getting unbanned at this rate

[tojisun]

oh but simon holding you by your waist for easy manhandling, rutting your clothed cunt against his chub, crooning and cooing about how pretty you look. you’re so wet, your slick dampening your panties, and simon teases that if he keeps this up, you’ll probably start to get even his grey sweats wet :((

“simon, please,” you mewl, squirming, your fists tight on his worn out tee. “please fuck me ‘ready.”

simon puffs a fond laugh, his grin is his only answer, before his bulk falls back to the cushions of the couch, dragging you closer to his front. it makes your tits press flushed against his chest and simon shoots a quick look at the visage they make, his rosy cheeks turning brighter.

“goddamn, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice rumbling in a pleased groan. “y’really are a sight f’r sore eyes.”

his hand falls from your waist to map out the tender parts of your hip before falling just atop the swell of your ass. your breath hitches at the weight of his touch, fire scorching down your spine, bubbling with anticipation.

simon studies you throughout, eyes furrowed in his silent delight. he loves you like this, after all. he loves seeing you all whiny and begging, all teary-eyed and warbled murmurs. he loves feeling the tremors racing through your body, your desire bloating, expanding, so tangible as you turn desperate eyes to him, pleas dripping from your pouty lips.

yeah, simon thinks, feeling his breathing go ragged. you always did know how to beg prettily.

he squeezes your ass, giving in, and you hiss, eyes fluttering at his fondling touch. he begins rutting you against him again, grinding your cunt over his bulge, and you squeak, your strength getting zapped out of your knees.

it makes you tumble, and you fall with no grace. it makes you slip, your already-sensitive clit grinding against simon’s chub.

you let out a gasped out moan at the glide, your eyes crossing at the quick eruption of pleasure that seizes you. simon catches you before you can topple out of his lap completely, his laughter trickling from his scarred lips.

“relax, doll,” he teases, thick arms surrounding you fully. “can’t have you hurtin’ y’rself.”

you sniff, so overwhelmed with your need, and rest your cheek on his shoulder. simon adjusts you on top of him again, before he noses along your temple, breathing you in.

“i’ve got you, kid,” simon croons over your muffled whines, brushing his knuckles against your jaw. “i promised you, didn’t i?”

“yeah,” you murmur, voice breathy. “need you now.”

“of course.” simon presses his lips on the top of your head again. “i’m all yours, after all.”

he wonders what he must have done to be given the chance to have a darling dear like you love him.

[wu-does-art]

coming out as a "Will snores obnoxiously loud" and "Nico breaths so quietly you can barely tell hes alive" truther

[tadfools]

Thinking about before his teeth grew fangs and eye's turned red...

(I gave him Marie Antoinette Syndrome and I think he was a sun elf)

[martinsorbit]

spreading the nonbinary/trans DCA agenda

[thatmooncake]

Bad influence (it’s boop or be booped!)

(Featuring @crabsnpersimmons ‘ adorable chibi Sun and Moon <3)

[miguxadraws]

Pardon me but can we get a full body drawing of Swap Pomni? She looks so cute!

You're totally right, she is cute

[noideawhatidobutfit]

the zoro-being-good-at-math-while-luffy-barely-knows-what-two-plus-two-equals-to trope is actually canon yall

[swkbiggestdefender]

oh to be loved by the sun :,(

the sun loves the sky <3

[notdysfunk]

Got that somniphobia book for christmas and this idea came to LMFAO

[98chao]

i cant even draw actual art anymore

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Sun judges arts & crafts: kids vs adults

[tojisun]

clueless konig :(( he borrows your clothes for the night and genuinely gets confused when they don’t fit him.

you blink up at him when he mentions this. “you’re a big man, kon. no way you’re fitting in my clothes.”

“oh,” he gruffs, looking down at himself.

you can’t help but trail your gaze along him too, biting your bottom lip at the image he makes as he wears a pink shirt that you got from a bachelorette party which has ‘BABY GIRL’ printed on it. it is tight on him, stretching along his chest and clinging to his stomach, showing off the outline of his abs – well, the upper portion of it, anyways because the lower portion is available for easy viewing, given how your shirt ended up only reaching just an inch above his bellybutton.

you trail your eyes lower, letting go of your bottom lip for a breathless, “ah,” as you follow the lines of his scars and tattoos, before reaching the top of his happy trail. you almost whimper when it disappears underneath his boxers.

that’s another thing: the pants that you lent him don’t fit at all so there he is, on his goddamn boxers, in your room.

“with how much you insist on borrowing my clothes, i thought, at least, that you have something of a similar size.”

konig’s words break you from your thoughts and you startle, whipping to look back at him, your heart seemingly pumping directly in your ear.

konig just looks at you with wide eyes, honest curiosity lining his body – big, perfect, delectable body – and you realize that your little crush did not catch on.

good. that’s good.

you shrug with a strained chuckle, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “your shirts look comfier, that’s all.”

he nods in understanding. “i’ll give you more then.”

you try not to die even when your heart lurches itself to your throat.

“okay,” you croak out, smiling at him, your jaw just clenched more than usual. “thanks!”

konig hums before plopping down on your bed, a quiet sigh making his mask flutter.

ugh. what a cutie.

[wu-does-art]

thinking about Nico adjusting to letting himself miss and long for the people he loves. based on these bits from the sun and the star:

" As Nico and Will followed the trogs, he thought about how much he missed Hazel. He was learning to make peace with that feeling. It was okay for him to miss people because that meant he wanted them around in his life. That idea was *very* new for him- he was used to either pushing people away or watching them recoil from his presence." *

" That was the most surreal thing of all... Was he happy? Nico wasn't very familiar with the sensation, but he couldn't deny that he felt wonderful in Will's presence. He even longed for the son of Apollo when they were apart. A funny thing had happened as the two grew closer: Nico suddenly understood all those cheesy, sappy love songs he'd always hated."

[brucie-baby]

bruce calls a press conference in which he tells the world he's batman. nobody says anything. it's silent. not a single flash of a camera. "no, seriously," he says, "i'm batman."

the press starts yelling and snapping photos and bruce is relieved because for a moment there it really seemed like they wouldn't believe—

"mr. wayne! mr. wayne, is this a publicity stunt?"

"mr. wayne, did you lose a bet again?"

"are you taking the fall for someone? is it your mystery partner?"

bruce just stands there. he tries to form a sentence until dick eventually comes up laughing. "are you still drunk from last night? jesus, bruce!"

•••

he tries again at a wayne enterprise meeting. he thinks that maybe starting smaller is the way to go.

"i'm batman."

"yeah, and i'm superman," someone says. the room laughs (even lucius, the traitor).

•••

he calls the chief of the gotham gazette, refusing to let it go through anybody else. "how about an exclusive interview? been a while since you've had one of those."

the chief says, "mr. wayne, would this exclusive interview have anything to do with batman?"

"...it might. you'll have to find out."

he sighs. "let's talk schedules."

finally, bruce thinks. somebody is taking me seriously.

the headline reads: "prince of gotham genuinely believes he's batman. covering for a special someone?"

•••

several articles follow, attempting to identify the mystery man that bruce has been spotted with prior to the press conference.

•••

he goes out for patrol without his cowl. it's a quiet night. a video goes viral on twitter, and it's of him tripping on his own cape. the caption reads: "he's really dedicated to this whole batman thing💀💀"

•••

his phone rings a few days later.

"this is bruce wayne."

"hi, bruce."

"clark? whose phone are you calling from?"

"police department. i've been arrested under suspicion of being batman."

[woolysstuff]

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM

Evil!Sun my beloved (Edit// This Evil!Sun is from TSAMS and is not an AU of mine guys)

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