#sun x reader?

[berrythefish]

Me: uh I haven't animated in such a long time maybe I can do something small to get a feel again...

Me, later: wtf am I doing

[tojisun]

sugar daddy simon but he doesn’t know how this arrangement actually works so sometimes, in the middle of the night, you get a wire transfer.

you would always send simon a message regarding the recent activity on your account; what once started as, “hi mr. riley, it seems like you have made an incorrect deposit into my account,” turned into, “????” because of how frequent it got.

sometimes, simon has legitimate reasons — “i want to see you tomorrow,” or “i’m taking you to the bahamas this weekend.”

but often, his reason is just — “i’m thinking about you.”

this one makes your heart churn the most, and you insist on returning the money back to him because thinking about you isn’t worth five-thousand pounds directly transferred into your account. but simon insists; says you’re too good for him so you deserve more than he could offer.

(“but i’m a jealous man,” he grunted in your ear when he had you bent over his island. “so yer mine, aren’t y’kid? all mine?”

you moaned out your yes’s, nodding and crying out that no one does it better than him. that no one could ever compare; no one could come close.)

he is… an odd man. you love him, in spite of.

you still remember the first time this whole wiring money happened, and after his comfort and placations, you had at least offered to meet up with him to make his deposit worth more than his thoughts about you, but simon had just…

> Oh. I’m out of the country.

yeah. he’s your strange dork. your beloved daddy.

(you’d kill for him.)

[xitsensunmoon]

My hand slipped... Close ups and a little suggestive joke under the cut

[eggcromancer]

happy valentines :}

[itssalmost2am]

[lil-lemon-snails]

Their cable management leaves something to be desired...

Transcript: Sun: "Gentle... Gentle Little Star. GENTLE." y/n: "Relax Sunny. You're like a mechanical junk drawer in here." Sun: "That's not our fault!!" y/n, muttering: "Then stop eating glitter glue."

No text under cut! :3

[petrichormuse]

practicin drawing them closer to canon bc the only reason i draw them in the more cartoon style is bc i couldn't do this in the beginning

look at them go guys

look at how hot cute they are

[bluerasbunny]

he's just concerned for your safety

[pluck-heartstrings]

That ‘Oh.’ Moment in any DCAxreader fic where the robots realize they can love, and that they’re in love.

[imclou]

|| Enforcer DCA ||

|| Firelight Y/N ||

|| Accessories ||

Hoverboard

Prowler's Gauntlet

[latehere]

carrying my beautiful animatronic bf like he weighs nothing

[biggiesnails]

Hnnnnng…. Fluff…. Tooth rotting…

The silly <3

Also sorry that this is super messy, I can never do lineart that I like.. so it just stays as a sketch

[tojisun]

i feel like simon loses it when you murmur, “like this?” every time you ride him.

it’s not even the first time that you’ve ridden him—and he sure as hell would make sure that it wouldn’t be the last—but there’s always something so sweet at the shy curl of your question, your watery eyes peering up at him like simon isn’t ravenous for every inch of you; your scent, your taste, your touch—he’s hungry for everything that you are.

so when you ask him—

like this? timid and achingly soft;

like this? heart stutteringly quiet and meek;

like this? overwhelmingly intoxicating—

simon buckles and wraps his arms around you because, “yeah,” simon replies, voice rumbling in a ragged rasp. “jus’ like that, love.”

his cock twitches, pulsing, and he has to bite down at the inside of his lip to stop himself from reaching his euphoria. it’s too soon, almost embarrassingly so, but he can’t help himself. it’s like your meek question is a trigger for him, unravelling his body until he feels like he is left as mere threads of his ecstasy, stroked to its tipping completion.

yeah, simon repeats to himself, his thick hands planted on the fat of your ass, squeezing greedily, before hoisting you up to feel the delicious press of your walls drag along his cock. it is such an enveloping warmth; all feverish and soft.

how could you even ask him anything like he isn’t being unmade?

you hiccup, breathy and hitching, as you curl close to him. simon chuckles.

“that’s right,” he says, fucking you back down his length. “s’good, huh?”

all he gets is that familiar thrum of your muffled hum, and simon coos because he knows he’s hit that threshold that renders you nonverbal.

see? such a sweetheart for him.

[xitsensunmoon]

I said I'll stop and then I didn't. Referring to this post

[eggcromancer]

more of sun & y/n being each other's comfort blorbo ( ˘ ᵕ˘(˘ᵕ ˘ )

[ridox]

RAW