24. she/her. 18+ minors dni. multifandom artist/writer/roleplayer. commissions: opening soon. requests: closed for tmnt, open for my other fandoms. (please read my rules, aka the pinned post, before requesting). pfp by iridian.deadheart on ig.
So I made a deep dive to my old fandom TMNT 2012, remembered the NEXT GEN AU's existence and got possessed to draw this for 2 days straight. 😂
my friend @tampadilla is working a comic based on our next gen characters, and we've been shipping these two for years lmao! I missed drawing the dumb shenanigans. 💕
I drew this for myself because it's what makes me happy. I hope that one day I will be able to draw a happy Leorai and less drama. But here is my first attempt.
he hates how cuddly you look against it, he gets so jealous of it lol.
he tells you all the time. you playfully remind him that he’s the one who bought it, and he should be grateful it’s comforting to his wife who’s carrying his unborn child.
izuku being too nervous to ask you to try doggy bc he doesn't wanna seem like a sleaze even though you're literally dating and love each other so much. but he loves being able to kiss you and admire you while you fall apart on his cock so much so he doesn't mind not ever trying it from behind.
until you bring it up yourself and he's literally foaming at the mouth...
With Aang The Last Airbender coming out soonish, I’ve been getting more into ATLA again. Which obviously means I want to RP it. Which obviously means I’m going to make a post about it to reach the right target audience lol. So here it is!
I am looking to RP Avatar The Last Airbender or The Legend of Korra. I have not seen the movie as I’m making this, but I’m good RPing around that era. (So the Gaang is older) I have watched both animated series multiple times & do not mind getting spoiled about comics.
I have been roleplaying for 10+ years. I am looking for a descriptive/literate DOUBLE UP RP. Specifically oc x canon/fandom for “my side”. I am LGBT+ friendly, however my side of the RP will be romantic and male x female. I am fine doing platonic for your side as well as oc x oc or canon x canon (but again mine will be oc x canon). I RP on multiple different platforms, including here on Tumblr and discord.
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Important side note: I am not a frequent replier, I am an adult and have a life offline. Responses may take me a short amount of time or they may be longer. Sometimes I can go a couple weeks without replying. If you cannot wait for a reply, we may not be compatible.
18+ ONLY!! I am willing to do NSFW/smut & SFW.
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If this ad is old, as long as it’s still up I am still looking. So if you’re from the future and this is an old post, feel free to ask to RP anyway! ^v^
notes: idk why but smoking is hot and vaping is not. i don't make the rules. <3 also; it's been a hot minute since i wrote a make out scene, so i apologize if it's not my best work. [pre-timeskip?]
warnings: mature langauge, steamy but not smut,
[if you want to be tagged in my future haikyuu x reader works, let me know and I’ll tag you!]
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Keishin had tried to stop smoking. He really did. He chewed the damn gum. Worn the stupid patches. He tried the mist and the lozenges. But they all sucked ass. He couldn't help it. He knew it was bad for him. And he knew his girlfriend hated it. However, he just couldn't.. stop.
Sure, he didn't smoke as much as he used to. So in a sense it kind of worked.
But every once in a while, he'd pull out a cigarette. Whether that be after a hard day. Or during a break at work. Or if he was stressed. Or if he just wanted to treat himself. Whatever the reason.
Today just so happened to be one of those days.
Keishin walked into his shared apartment with his girlfriend. Kicking his boots off and shutting the door behind him. He made his way over to the living area, where Y/n was curled up reading a book. It happened on instinct. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a carton of cigarettes as he plopped down on the couch next to her.
He stuck one into his mouth but before he even had the chance to light it, Y/n reached up and pulled it out.
Ukai arched a silent eyebrow down at her. She didn't even look away from her book as she flicked the unlit cigarette onto the coffee table.
He shook his head to himself and grabbed another cigarette from the carton, sticking that one in between his lips as well.
Y/n reached over and took it out of his mouth again. Flicking it onto the coffee table.
Keishin huffed in both amusement and mild irritation. "Okay that's the least fun game ever." He says as he stares down at her.
"Not in the apartment." Y/n hums, turning the page of her book.
"It's raining." He mutters.
"Bring an umbrella."
Ukai's eye twitched and he swore if she wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, he'd tempt her wrath. Instead he just grumbled to himself and got back up, walking over to the patio door.
He stood half in, half out, to keep himself as warm and dry as possible. His eyes roamed over the city, grey and sullen in the storm. Keishin clicked his tongue in annoyance. He hated this kind of weather.
"I thought I told you not to smoke in the apartment." Y/n grumbles, glaring at him over the top of her book.
Ukai snorts and glanced at her from over his shoulder. "I'm not. I'm smoking on the patio."
"Your ass is inside the house-"
"I'm blowing the smoke outside-"
"It's wafting back in!"
"It is not!"
They held eye contact. Neither of them budging.
Keishin let's out a heavy sigh. "Fine." He steps outside and closes the glass door behind him.
Y/n smiles at her victory.
A few moments later, the door slides back open and she holds an umbrella over his head. It didn't do much, thanks to the wind— which was blowing it right back at them. But it was the thought that counts. "You're getting soaked."
"Yeah, well, someone told me not to smoke inside." He mutters.
Y/n rests her chin against his arm. "Bad day?"
"Just.. annoyin'." Ukai grumbles, sliding an arm around her waist. "And I hate the rain."
"I think it's pretty." Y/n hums.
"It's cold and wet."
"Like Edward Cullen."
Keishin barked out a laugh in surprise. He shook his head to himself. Leave it to her to lift his mood with a single sentence. Classic Y/n. "You're such a fucking dork."
Y/n cracked a proud grin. "You love it."
"Got me there." He murmurs, taking another drag of his cigarette. He turns his head away from her when he exales. Y/n's heart warms at the sight, knowing he did it for her. "But that's because I love you." He continues. "Every fault and flaw. Every imperfection. I adore everything about you, Y/n. You are without a doubt the love of my life. And I will never stop loving you."
Y/n stared up at him like he pinned all the stars in place, just for her. With all the love and adoration in the world. Eyes shiny with unshed tears. "I love you, too."
Keishin immediately flicked his cigarette off the balcony. His hands moved to cup her face. The pad of his thumb stroked over the smooth skin of her cheek. Y/n dropped the umbrella, her hands moving to thread her fingers in his hair as their lips met. Like two puzzles pieces clicking together. Her skin erupted in tingles. She has never felt more alive. His tongue traced her bottom lip as she parted them for him. Her fingers tightening in his hair and tugging deliciously. Ukai couldn't help but groan against her. It was the hottest sound she had ever heard.
Unfortunately, humans need air. So it was only a matter of time before they had to pull back. Though they didn't pull back far.
"Fuck," he breathes out, forehead pressed to hers as they panted heavily. Chests heaving. Clothes getting soaked by the rain. Hair sticking to their skin. His muscles taught beneath her fingertips.
Y/n bit her lip and his heart lurched at the sight. His calloused palms slipped beneath her thighs and he hoisted her up. Pressing her back into the glass patio door. Her legs went around his waist and their lips met again. Hungry. Hot. Lustful.
Keishin trailed his mouth down her jawline to her neck. Her moans filled the air, just as lightning cracked across the sky. His teeth grazed over her skin. A shiver snaked up her spine, goosebumps rose over every inch of her body. Which felt aflame. Her head tilted back against the glass, lips swollen from his kiss, eyes glazed over. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
"Fuck me, Keishin." She mewls out.
Ukai swore his eyes rolled back at the comment. His hands squeezing around the meat of her thighs.
Rafayel gasps like you just stabbed him. “Did you— Did you just reject me?! Me?!”
He freezes mid-pucker, eyes widening. Then the dramatics hit: hand dramatically over his heart, head tilting back with a theatrical gasp.
“Wow. Wowww. The love of my life just rejected me like I’m some cheap paintbrush. Heartless. Cruel. I’m literally going to wither away right here on this couch.”
He flops backward, arms crossed, full-on pouting and refusing to look at you… for about three seconds. Then he peeks through his lashes, voice dropping into that whiny-sulky tone:
“Fine. Ignore your poor fish.”
He’ll crawl back two minutes later, dramatically draping himself over your lap demanding “compensation kisses” while grumbling.
𝗫𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗥
You tilt your head at the last second so his lips brush your cheek instead of your mouth.
He pauses, blue eyes blinking slowly. A tiny, dangerous little smile tugs at his lips, the one that says he’s about to ruin you in the gentlest way possible.
“Mmm… dodging me now?”
He doesn’t get mad. He just lazily reaches out, hooks two fingers in the collar of your shirt, and tugs you straight back into his chest. Voice husky against your ear:
“You know running only makes me want to chase you more, right?”
Then he nuzzles into your neck, planting soft open-mouthed kisses along your jaw until you’re squirming. “Next time you dodge… I’m not stopping at one kiss.”
𝗭𝗔𝗬𝗡𝗘
You turn your face so his kiss lands on the corner of your mouth. One perfectly arched eyebrow lifts. Ice-cold gaze pins you in place.
“Interesting choice,” he says, voice calm but dripping with that signature dry sarcasm.
He doesn’t chase immediately. He just slowly loosens his tie, steps closer until you’re backed against the wall, and tilts your chin up with two fingers.
“Heart rate’s elevated. Pupils dilated. You’re not actually rejecting me… you’re just playing.”
Leans in until his lips are brushing yours without touching — pure torture.
“Naughty. I’ll remember this.”
Then he finally kisses you so deep and controlled you forget your own name.
𝗦𝗬𝗟𝗨𝗦
You dodge. His lips miss by a millimeter. The second you dodge, that signature smirk spreads across his face slow, dangerous, and way too amused. Crimson eyes narrow.
“Oh? My little kitten wants to play hard to get tonight?”
He chuckles low in his throat, crowding you against the nearest wall. One hand braces beside your head, the other lazily tracing your bottom lip with his thumb.
“Dodging me only makes me want to ruin you more. You know that, right?”
He leans in like he’s going for the kiss again… then stops millimeters away.
“Beg nicely and maybe I’ll still let you have it. Or keep running — I do love the chase.”
He’ll corner you until you’re the one pulling him in, every single time.
𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗕
You turn your head so the kiss lands on your cheek like it’s “just friendly.” He actually freezes for half a second, big purple eyes going wide. Then the playful grin turns wicked.
“Aw c’mon, pipsqueak… you’re really gonna dodge your favorite person?”
He laughs, but there’s that dark little edge underneath the one that always comes out when he’s jealous or needy. Suddenly he’s scooping you up like you weigh nothing, tossing you over his shoulder, and carrying you straight to the couch.
“You know dodging me just makes me wanna pin you down and kiss you stupid, right?”
Drops you on his lap, arms locked around your waist so you can’t escape, nose brushing yours.
“Try that again and I’m not stopping at kisses, got it?”
Then he’s peppering your whole face with kisses while muttering “mine, mine, mine” between each one like the possessive childhood bsf he is.
summary: in which you jokingly call the lads boys "daddy" for the first time.
notes: suggestive (caleb's and raf's are explicit everyone act surprised), all of them are down but not really but like Really, do not be fooled zayne is kicking his feet (i know i was there). i also genuinely do want to keep these as gender neutral as possible (bc i think that's funnnn) but caleb's came to me in a dream it had to be done that way ok
p.s. ignore the timestamps i had to lock in to do something oops. i also hope i somewhat?? did this justice, i fear i'm not part of the daddy-calling community but i RESPECT IT i see u and hear u <3
a/n: @support-local-bands ty for requesting bae i hope it's okay mwahhh. AND THANK YOU ALL FOR READING (- -)(_ _)(- -)
caleb is 10 when he realizes that he's a physical touch fiend. the rush he gets when his hand lingers on top of your skin after playing with you is like no other. when he presses into your side while you're reading, his thoughts always circle around one topic: you, you, you. when you would run into his room after a nightmare, caleb was ready to swoop you in his arms and hold you until you fell asleep. every response towards you was involuntary.
caleb is 15 when he realizes that teasing 13-year-old you becomes irresistible. when he holds up your book, pencil, or some other item in the air, he watches as you jump up and down to try and grab it back. he's grown a lot in three years; if he had to estimate, he's a whole head taller than you now—20cm at least.
when you throw yourself onto him in an attempt to get your stuff back, he falters. you're laying against him on the couch, shuffling and moving up and down over his body, and caleb's breath hitches. you're so close and right there.
he's going insane. you can't even stand up for five seconds before caleb pulls you down against him once more, saying something about retaliation or revenge while tickling you to death.
caleb is 20 when he's about to leave for the DAA. there's an air of silence around the house. you've trapped yourself in your room more often, stressing over your senior finals. at least, that's what you've been telling him.
"i'm sorry caleb, i really need to study for this test."
"oh! i totally forgot about that project i had due tonight. shit, i'm sorry caleb. we'll have another movie night soon, okay?"
he doesn't know if you're actually this busy or if you're actually ignoring him. all he does know is that he misses you. he wonders about how he could miss someone who was in the room across from him. you were so close, but so far.
when you found out he was leaving—though you had a grin on your face while congratulating him—caleb knew you were devastated. he wondered if you were secretly mad at him for leaving.
two weeks before his departure, he practically forces you to be around him. he laid down next to you like before. he stroked your hair while you napped on the couch. he teased you and picked you up so you could hit him and grab him like you used to. he always chose to put his arm around you during a movie. he dragged you by the hand all around the neighborhood. he needed to all of that again, a thousand times more.
but at 24, it seems like there may have been a wedge between the two of you. calls are more and more infrequent.
"sorry, space signal sucks," he'd type.
"sorry, i was busy with training!" you'd reply, 2 days later.
he thinks that he would do anything to go back to before. he hasn't felt you in months. he sees you only twice a year.
it's hard. it was excruciating during the first few weeks. not only was he dealing with bootcamp, but he always found himself looking to his side, thinking you'd be there with him. at night, you were there, right next to him in bed.
he imagined that you would whisper words of reassurance in his ear. you'd hold onto him like you used to, when you had nightmares, and wrap your legs between his. there were days where we stroked his necklace, wishing that it was your hand instead. what he would give to have you next to him.
all he wants is to be able to feel you again. he chastises his 10-year-old self for taking you for granted back then. he wants to feel the apples of your cheeks when he caresses your face. once,—when he was 13 (you, 11)—he did that, and he thought you had a fever the way you warmed up. if he could, caleb would build a time machine to go back to that.
caleb is 25 when he is out of your life.
he thinks about you every day. it reminds him of when he was in bootcamp five years ago. it takes him back to when he was fifteen; you were on top of him, and his brain was fried to a crisp. caleb wonders if he's always been this way, because he can recall that at ten, you were still the only thing consuming his mind.
even during his arm repairs, you're there throughout all the pain.
when you discover his metal arm, all of caleb's instincts point to the door. he's spent so long trying to hide it from you: it's the constant long-sleeves (even though they made him incredibly uncomfortable), or making sure to only touch you with his left-hand (even though he wanted to pull you in with both hands).
but he stays. because it's you.
you freeze momentarily, listening to his writhes and moans of pain. caleb only notices you're there when he feels your hands brush his shoulder. he jolts back in surprise, and he sees you looming over him.
he stammers something, not even sure of what he said because you're here. you see him. you see it.
caleb's wanted this for so long. he wanted to see you again, in a state where you were both vulnerable, like old times. however, that moment probably wouldn't have come if he doesn't confess about this, so he relays the details.
you listen attentively, eyes wide with shock as caleb goes on. your hands wrap around his metal one, and he feels nothing. it's agonizing. he sees you examine him so gently. your fingers trace over bolts and plates of metal, lightly stroking up and down his arm. and caleb feels nothing.
how often has he dreamed of this? for you to be touching him again, so intimately and softly? he's stayed up countless nights wishing for you to be here, just so he can put his arms around you in a crushing embrace, only to be incapable of feeling you on one side of his body.
you pull away from his arm, asking if the fleet was accountable. when he doesn't say anything, he feels your weight lift off the bed and go towards the door.
whatever happens next is involuntary. he uses his flesh arm to pull you back, caging you between his forearm and his chest. there's no thought to it, no rationalization. it's just you and him. and he's been deprived of this for so long.
he breathes into the crevice of your neck, and he has half a mind to place his entire face there. he wants to breathe you in after being away from you for so long. no conversations, no contact, no touching. the last time he was this close to you was years ago. he needs this, caleb thinks.
the feel of you against his bare chest is something he cannot seem to describe. it's like he's his teenage (or even kid) self again, where he seems to short-circuit whenever he comes in contact with you. you're still small compared to him, but you fit perfectly like you did a decade ago.
he lets you go after he feels you trembling. you don't hesitate to place your hands on his waist and tackle him onto the bed. you catch him off-guard as you pin him beneath you, looking straight into his eyes.
"hold me," you plead, "with your right hand."
caleb lets out a shaky breath. there are voltages of electricity flowing through him—literally and figuratively. his skin sparks alive when he feels you. will it be the same with the metal arm?
slowly, caleb raises his mechanical arm. he wraps it around you, and feels the movement of your back shift downwards. you released a breath you didn't know you were holding. caleb held his.
you wait patiently before caleb starts running his metal hand up and down your back. you watch him exhale as he continues. you press your forehead on his, and you breathe in tandem with him.
caleb is 25 when he discovers that he loves physical touch.
wow like i didn't expect this to get so long... but like here we are???
i think we need to start embracing touch-starved caleb in all of our fics. this man hasn't seen the love of his life in YEARS (infrequently, anyway) so i think once she touches him (like INTIMATELY) for the first time in years he goes a little cray.
also sorry the ending was rushed i wanted to get this over with bc i intented this to be like 500 words but obviously it got way longer than that. what can i say... this freak has dug into my brain.
Thinking about Caleb spoiling you with his colonel salary.
As children he worked hard earning what little money he could to buy you sweet treats and little toys at the local convenience stores.
You were overjoyed with everything he bought you. It didn’t matter if it was cheap or fixed together with glue after the flimsy plastic broke. Caleb was the one who gave it to you so it automatically meant the world to you. Even if you broke the toy or craved more sweets, Caleb would smile and give you more.
But now, with his extremely generous pay, he can spoil you all he wants just as he’s always wanted too. Don’t get him wrong, he’s loved giving you your hearts desires as a kid. But that’s just it, he could only give you so much. Grandma didn’t always pay for everything, mainly the necessities. So he couldn’t always throw his money around.
Now though, he can buy you those designer bags, expensive makeup, artisan craftsmanship tools, the latest gaming console, high quality sports equipment or anything else you desire. His card knows no limits.
It took you a while to get used to it. Going from budget dinners as a kid and instant food when you were grieving his death became luxury banquets. Of course, all paid and provided for by Caleb. It was foreign. But not unwelcome.
He always reassured you that he wants to pay for you. It makes his heart grow three times seeing you scarf down premium meets, fresh vegetables and decadent desserts. Providing for you and ensuring you’re well taken care of is all he wants and needs.
Whatever hobby, beauty service or vacation you want is paid by him. You couldn’t be happier.
And all he asks in return is for you to stay with him and spend the next hundred years together.
Sorry for the little hiatus I’ve been so busy recently but! I have brain rot of rich Colonel Caleb Xia 😝 oh to have Caleb pay for your hair appointments I didn’t know it was that expensive 😞 will get back to proper writing soon 🫡
These are the fandoms that I will almost NEVER say no to doing. They're my absolute favourite and I'm always interested in rping them.
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Haikyuu
TMNT
The Hobbit
Outer Banks
DCU / BatFamily / Young Justice (etc)
Hellboy (Ron Perlman & David Harbour's ver)
LEGO Ninjago
Transformers (Prime & Bayverse)
Spider-verse
Avatar / The Way Of Water / Fire and Ash / Frontiers of Pandora
Love and Deepspace
Avatar The Last Airbender / The Legend Of Korra
More fandoms can be found with my rules, click the link above to view them. I also have a key on there to tell you what I'm interested in ATM which is updated frequently. Feel free to ask to RP any of these fandoms with me if you're interested, but again please read through my rules first. (linked above)
If you have any questions, feel free to comment/dm me and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
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Thank you and have a lovely day/night!!! ^v^
— fluffy/fluffie <3
ps. if this post is really old, feel free to ask anyway as i'm always down to rp. however, i don't reply super frequently as i'm busy and not always online. so if you need a rp partner who replies all the time, then i'm probably not the one for you. if you don't care or are busy too, then we're good to go! :)
Hey I can seem to find your Wattpad what is the username?
Hey! Sorry for the late response! I have two "main" wattpads, the first one is Fluffy_Triceratops and the second is LiilFluffie ! I've linked them for you! ^v^
I technically have 3, but the third one is just a backup that I post only discontinued books/fics on. :P
I have 2 because I'm apart of so many fandoms, so I thought it'd be best to split them up onto two accounts. The second one is mostly anime stuff. :3
notes: i want tsumu so bad i could cry. :'D [post time skip].
warnings: mature langauge, nsfw mentions,
(if you wish to be tagged in future haikyuu x reader posts, feel free to lemme know and i'll tag you!)
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The sunlight began to slip in through the gap of the curtains. Which swayed smoothly in the delicate breeze coming in from the window that was open a crack. Birds sang their sweet morning melody. Almost as if in tune with the rustling of the leaves outside.
His mocha colored eyes squinted open and he stirred slightly as he slowly pulled from sleeps embrace. Atsumu took in a deep breath, smelling the wonderful scent of spring drifting in from the open window. His long fingers flexed around something soft and he glanced down to take in the beauty nuzzled against him.
Waking up with her in his arms was one of his favorite things.
He admired the way the sunlight danced on her skin. His thumb traing circles into her hip as his other hand lifted and tucked some of her soft hair out of her face. His fingers lingering on her cheek and sliding down her jaw.
Y/n stirred slightly, but didn't wake. And he smiled at the sight.
His gaze lingered on the hickeys lining her skin from the night before and his smile grew. He grazed one of them gently. Admiring his handywork.
Atsumu leaned down to press a tender and loving kiss to the crown of her head. Inhaling the scent of her lovely shampoo deeply. His hand gripped her hip a little tighter and he pulled her closer to his body. Y/n let out a pleased hum at that, leaning closer and pressing her face into the crook of his neck.
He chuckled huskily, his hand sliding up to trace random patterns on her back. "Good mornin', baby." He murmured out, his voice thick with sleep.
Y/n pressed a light kiss to his neck. "Morning." She said softly, her voice muffled due to her face being pressed into him.
"How'd you sleep?" 'Tsumu murmurs, rubbing circular motions in between her shoulder blades with his palm.
Y/n mewls in delight at the affection. "Like a baby."
Atsumu grins, looking down at her through a sleepy haze. Hair mussed and sticking up in different directions. Torso left bare and so, so, warm to the touch.
"That's good. Glad to hear-" he yelps when she slides her cold hands against his abdomen. The muscles flexing at her touch. "Shit, baby, a warnin' would be nice."
She giggles, unable to help herself. "Sorry."
Atsumu clicks his tongue. "Sure ya are, little minx." He pinches her ass in retaliation, and it was her turn to yelp.
"Hey!"
"Ya got what you deserve."
She narrows her e/c eyes up at him. "Yeah, yeah." She rolls over so her back in facing him and Atsumu whines in distaste. "Where're you goin'? Get back here."
"I'm sleeping." Y/n mutters in response. Face now smushed into her pillow.
Atsumu huffs, leaning over her with a glare. "I can't believe this. I'm bein' neglected and abused."
"You'll survive."
"Hardly." He snorts.
'Tsumu leans over and presses a warm kiss to her cheek. Palming at her love handles. "Love you, baby."
Y/n smiles, leaning back against him. "Love you too, Tsum-Tsum." And then after a moment. "I'd love you more if you got me coffee, though."
Atsumu huffs out a laugh. "Fuckin' brat." He munches on her cheek playfully before pulling away and sliding out of bed. Y/n watches as he grabs a t-shirt off the back of his desk chair and begins to pull it on. She admires the planes of his body with a sleepy smirk as he does so.
"Your usual?" He asks, turning to look over at her and carding a massive paw through his messy hair.
"Of course. Oh! And a muffin!"
Atsumu shakes his head to himself. "Anything for you, baby." He leans down, caging her between his arms, the muscles straining deliciously. "But I'm gonna need a kiss first. Consider it payment for your coffee."
Y/n grins and puckers her lips cartoonishly up at him. Atsumu rolls his eyes but leans down to give her a wet smooch anyway. "Yer lucky I love ya so much."
Just watched Avatar: Fire and Ash. Y’all know what that means. 👀
Making this quickly to let anyone know that I am now adding it to my roleplay and fanfic list. I really wanna rp it now lol and I’m tryna be more active and do more. So I’m glad I have the itch lmao.
So if you’re interested in rping Avatar (doesn’t have to be Fire and Ash, can be the franchise in general) feel free to dm or comment!
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And if you’re seeing this post from the future and it’s super old, feel free to ask anyway. Avatar is one of the fandoms I will ALWAYS be up to rping. And I have other fandoms connected to my rules above if you wanna see what else I rp.
Have a good day/night! If you have any questions feel free to let me know and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. <3
For those who don’t know, Miko is from the series Transformers Prime. And I drew her with my oc, Rory. It was drawn for the second photo, because I saw it on TikTok and knew I wanted to draw something with it. It didn’t take me long to think of these two girlies. <3
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