#snipe mha

[zephyrus-sun]

got into mha and iii like this guy. its the cloak and guns. such a cool guy.

[artpiescreator]

Who should I ship Snipe with?

Snipe x Thirteen

Snipe x Midnight

Voting ended onMay 23

[issalovescandyclouds]

REWATCHING MHA, GUYSSSS HEAR ME OUTTT

[inky-fwog]

SNIPE IS GETTING SCREEN TIME PLEASE PLEASR PLEASE

[couldtheyshootkira]

Could Snipe shoot Kira?

Could shoot Kira, would hit.

Could shoot Kira, wouldn’t hit.

Couldn’t shoot Kira.

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Voting ended onMar 9

[cheesebreaf]

Snipe x Reader fic

You stood in the shared kitchen, silently humming to some song you got stuck in your head the other day. The beeping of the timer went off as warm hands slid around you. "What're you doin' in here?" "I was making surprise cookies but-", you shrug your shoulders in defeat, "I suppose that wasn't going to happen anyway, right?" "I'm sorry Darlin', didn't mean to disrupt you". His hands slid off of your waist and turned off the beeping noise from the timer. "You should take them out, if you don't want burnt cookies that is." he says with a little laugh. "Okay Smartass, thanks for the tip." You scoff as you take the cookies out. Careful not to burn yourself as you set them on the counter top to cool. You step back to admire your creations. Your stupid little cookies that had expanded so big that they had combined with each other. Stupid Little cookies. Cute little stupid cookies. Just like your cute little stupid teacher/sniper/hero/husband. It was a perfect day. "You did well Sunshine." You were knocked out of your trance by him locking hvis arms around you again. "Thanks Love" you say as you kiss his mask. "You got work today?" "Yeah, sorry Suns', really did want to spend some time together on your day off." He speaks genuinely. "Don't apologize for things you can't control." You kiss his mask again. "I'll be here when you get home anyway." You can't see it but you know he's smiling at you. "Eat a cookie and leave before your late. Okay?" "Alright" "I'll be home in a bit, okay Love?", he said as he stepped out of the apartment.

"Okay, bye!", you responded as the door clicked behind him.

[blairxbear]

Take What You Need

Kinktober Post 15

Prompt: Thigh Riding

Featuring: Snipe

Kinktober Masterlist

“You keep looking at me like that darlin’, I’m gonna have to do somethin’ about it.”

Snipe had just gotten back from patrol. He was tired, you could see it in the way his shoulders still held a certain tightness to them, his holster slung on the side of the armchair that he had practically collapsed into. But his legs were spread, wide, and his gloved hand tapped idly on the arm of the chair as he looked you over from beneath the edge of his hat.

It wasn’t unusual for him to tease you. That was half the fun. But tonight, there was a heat behind it. A weariness, too. The kind only you could soothe. You made your way across the room, one slow step at a time, until you stood between his knees. “You look tired,” you murmured, reaching to brush his hair back from his face. His mask was off, a rare thing. That warm, rugged face you adored was looking up at you with that half-lidded expression that made your stomach flip.

“Little,” he admitted. “But not enough to stop me from enjoyin’ the sight of you.” Your fingers drifted over his shoulders as he looked up at you, then they ventured lower, over the taught material of his hero costume, down his abdomen until stopping at the top of his thigh. He smirked up at you now, “You wanna ride it, don’t you sweetheart?” You could feel the heat rise in your neck as he ran his fingers up your leg before kneading the softness of your thigh, “You think I don’t notice? See the way you look at me when I sit like this, all sprawled out for you?”

You didn’t answer, but you didn’t need to. Snipe shifted slightly in the chair, spreading his legs a little wider. The movement was deliberate. Inviting. He leaned in to press a soft kiss to the base of your throat as his hand grasped your hip, the other patting a spot on his thigh for you. “Go on sugar, take what you need.”

You straddled one of his thick thighs, the firm muscle beneath his suit already sending heat licking up your spine. His hands never left your waist, steady, warm, grounding. You started slow, grinding against him with slow, deliberate pressure. The rough fabric created delicious friction against the thin barrier of your thin shorts.

He groaned low in his chest, his breath fanning over your collarbone. “That’s it. Just like that.” You whimpered softly, your fingers curling around the front of his shirt as your hips moved again, a little more urgently now. His leg flexed under you, firm and unmoving, giving you all the pressure you needed. “God, look at you,” he murmured. “So needy. You really were desperate for this, huh?” You nodded, cheeks flushed, gasping out a quiet, “Yes…”

His gloved hand slid up your spine to the back of your neck, cupping it gently as you rocked yourself against him. “Then take it, baby. You don’t need my hands tonight. You do this all by yourself.”

Each roll of your hips sent sparks dancing behind your eyes. The warmth built slow and steady, waves of want washing over you. His thigh was soaked now, your slick making the grinding smoother, hotter. You buried your face in his shoulder, trying to stifle the needy sounds leaving your mouth.

Snipe let out a breathy laugh. “You’re makin’ a mess on me, sweetheart.” You clenched around nothing at that, your rhythm stuttering as the tension inside coiled tighter. “Look at me,” he said roughly. “When you come on my thigh, I wanna see your pretty face.” You barely made it another few rolls before it hit you, a blinding wave of pleasure that made your entire body tremble against him. You gasped his name, hips slowing, breath catching, and he held you close, one hand rubbing circles over your back as you slumped against him. He kissed the side of your head, voice still a little hoarse. “That’s my girl.”

You were breathless. Shaking. And utterly ruined. He didn’t say anything else for a while, just held you, warm and quiet, the strong beat of his heart beneath your cheek. Until finally, he leaned down and murmured, “Next time, I’m not lettin’ you finish without me.”

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[licensedfool]

snipe!