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art of my oc from my story amber alert <3

credits: me anddd pinterest for the references/backgrounds

brooo i haven’t drawn her since like, 2023? some of these drawings make me cringe a tiny bit, since i think hope that i’m at least a little better at drawing now

but i’m still glad i made these! she was always so fun to draw and i really miss her, so here’s an art dump for yall :,)

p.s. she may or may not be a pizza delivery girl that uses a gun to help rescue midoriya after seeing his name on an amber alert OKAY BYE!

Anyone looks for a art trade..? Specifically I draw you something and you write me a fic for my favorite rare paire...

Powersnipe family hehehe I might end up making a ramble ficlet post about them soon

Here, forcefully giving you the concept of one if my fav ships. (POWERLOADER AND SNIPE NOT THE CHILD-)

SNIPE IS SO SMUDGED OMG.

I posted it on Ao3 yesterday for Snipe's birthdayyyy

Gonna be honest, I only knew about it being Snipes birthday.....

Happy birthday Aizawa!!!!!!!!

Okay, so what if, the reason Snipe, Power Loader, and Ectoplasm all have masks is because:

Ectoplasm has face dysmorphia, so he has always worn a mask when working. With the mask fitting his whole vibe of his costume that I presume is based off his quirk, also could maybe be confusing to have multiple of the same looking thing.

Power Loader kind of needs to have eye covering, whether that's for digging around or just from his work. also not liking to show his face, since he always has the hair covering his eyes anyway, the mask is just an extra layer of protection.

Snipe has always wanted a mask but didn't really have a need for one, but when he meant the other two one of the pointed out that he could have one so that people couldn't see where he was aiming as easily from looking at his eyes. He got one, and then they all had masks together.

(aka Snipe only getting a mask bc of Power Loader and Ectoplasm saying he should just get one and they can all match and since Snipe loves them and is supportive, he did (it also helps))

Why doesn't Snipe or Ectoplasm have real names??

how am I supposed to write fanfiction with them now????

The snipe simps have been fed.

Day Twenty-Four: Kinktober - MHA Edition

Read on AO3.

Tags/Warnings: Sleepy/Morning Sex, Female Reader, P in V, Thigh Fucking, Nipple Play, Temperature Play if You Squint, Really It's Just Cold, Groping, Fondling, Cuddles, Snipe, Snipe is Just a Clingy Cuddler, Reader is Too, But You're Also Freezing Your Tits Off, Snipe Knows How to Warm You Up

Word Count: 675 words

Summary: Snipe indulges you in some sleepy, morning sex.

Day Twenty-Four: Sleepy/Morning Sex -> Snipe

Cold winter air flutters through the windows and pries your eyes open; you’ve always liked sleeping in a cold room, and luckily for you, Snipe is enough of a hotbox to withstand your preferred temperature and allow the cracked window during the night. On misty winter mornings like this, however, the frigid feeling of numbness in your fingertips wakes you up as a reminder to close it.

Snipe doesn’t make it easy to move out of bed though. One attempt to roll over is met with his muscular arms pulling you right back against his chest. It draws a soft giggle from you, and a smile decorates your cheeks at the idea that even sleeping he doesn’t want to be away from you.

But another shiver runs down your spine – you need to close the window.

“Snipe, my love, I need to close the window.” You purr, scavenging for his fingers before prying them apart.

Well, you try, at least.

Since moving his arms isn’t working, you start squirming to see if maybe you’ll have better luck shuffling through the hold of his arms. Your hips wiggle  and struggle before his legs hook around yours.

“Don’t go, darlin’.” He murmurs.

“Snipe, I have to close the window.” You repeat, snickering at his insistence. “I’m freezing.”

“Mmm, I can warm you up real good if you’ll stay here.” He promises, sneaking his warm fingers into your panties and cupping your mound after pulling them down. “That sound good to you? Won’t you stay?”

A soft whimper flutters past your lips as you take one more look at the window; Snipe’s fingers probe at your labia and then rub through your folds. Heat combats the chilly air and you shiver for an entirely different reason.

“Fine. I’ll stay. Please keep me warm.” You plead.

Snipe’s arms wrap around you from the side, his hand grasping the soft mounds of flesh at your chest. The other hand wrestles himself out of his underwear before it joins its brother, equally doted upon. His teeth draw a cry from you when they tug at the flesh of your neck, and your breath catches when his cock slides between your legs.

Icy wind blows through the window, fighting against Snipe’s efforts. But your cowboy doubles down, turning you over onto your stomach so the heat of his body blankets you. He sinks into your waiting heat with agonizing slowness, still only half-awake and offering you lazy thrusts as you adjust to his size.

Your nails tattoo your pillow and sweet ecstasy kisses your skin with every perfect stroke against your insides. Blue dreads tickle your neck as his lips assault your back, leaving love marks as a map for later. His fingers move again, circling your clit as he pushes you closer to orgasm.

“Oh, shiiit…” You moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you undulate back against him. “Please…”

“Cum for me, honey. Hell, you’re prettier than a sunrise and twice as bright.” 

As you tumble over the precipice, laughter bubbles from your chest.

You’re still laughing as your mind fog clears and you become acutely aware of Snipe’s warm seed dripping between your legs.

“What?” Snipe pants, flopping his sweaty body on top of yours. “What did I say?”

“Prettier than a sunrise and twice as bright, huh?”

“Aw, I thought it was cute!”

“It is, but…” You snort. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

“It coulda been worse. I coulda said you feel colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra in Nebraska.” He teases.

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line.” You sass back.

“Mm, if you give me another minute, I’ll let you guide me wherever you want, sweetheart.” His lips find yours again, fingers combing through your hair.

“How about I guide you over to that open window to close it? I’m still freezing my ass off!” You laugh.

The next time he takes you, the window stays closed.

Day 25 (Tune in tomorrow!)

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