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Helllooooo I have a request, or any of the earth realmers (you can choose) reacting to/sparring with a fem! Reader who due to trainging their whole lives are swole as hecc

Like okay hear me out..wide shoulders, thick arms, v-lines, abs the whole shabang (or however you spell it) maybe it’s a little flirty or they get a little flustered when reader manhandles them bc they’re used to female fighters being smaller (in both stature and muscle size(??)) so reader makes them act up and giggle and kick their feet y’know?????

MK1 characters reacting to Buff F!Reader

👽:Oui I like this prompt a lot so I did a small handful of the Earth Realm Defenders TeeHeeHee!!!

✅:Proof Read

🖇️:Johnny Cage, Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Kenshi

⚠️:Flirty vibes, Banter, nothing awful tbhhh maybe a few innuendos.

Johnny Cage

★ Johnny watches you step into the training ring, arms crossed but eyes blatantly scanning you up and down. His usual bravado flickers just a little when you roll your shoulders, making those delts pop.

★ “Oh, wow—guns like that should be illegal.” He smirks but takes a slight step back. “I mean, I’ve seen muscle before, but you’re built like a final boss.”

★ You crack your neck and gesture for him to come at you. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

★ He lunges in, probably expecting to at least land a hit or two. But the second your hand clasps around his wrist, and you effortlessly twist him into an arm lock, his knees almost buckle.

★ “Whoa, whoa—hey! I bruise easily! These are million dollar arms, you know!” he yelps.

★ You don’t let go immediately, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you were tougher than that, Cage.”

“Oh, I am,” Johnny manages, grinning through the pain. “I just didn’t expect you to sweep me off my feet literally. Buy me a drink—or dinner first, y’know?”

★ You roll your eyes and finally release him. As he stumbles back, he rubs his wrist, but there’s a sparkle in his eye. “We should spar more often. For… scientific reasons.”

Liu Kang

★ Liu Kang maintains his usual calm demeanor, but his eyes linger when you flex, your arms tightening as you prepare to square up. His gaze flickers away just a second too late.

★ “You’re… very disciplined,” he says, clearing his throat.

★ You smirk. “You can say it, Liu. I know you were checking me out.”

★ His lips twitch at the corners, but he doesn’t deny it. “I was merely admiring the results of your training. Impressive physique is a sign of dedication.”

★ You raise an eyebrow. “So you were looking?”

★ He opens his mouth to respond, but you rush him—and when he goes to defend himself, you grab his leg mid kick and hold it. His balance shifts slightly as his hand instinctively lands on your shoulder to steady himself.

★ For a second, neither of you move.

★ Liu blinks at you, his ears burning up. “I didn’t expect that.” He admits, feeling his chest tighten. He hasn’t felt this challenged in almost a century. And what you presented to him left him more than intrigued.

★ You tilt your head. “Sure about that? You’ve been watching me pretty closely.”

★ He exhales through his nose, the faintest smile playing at his lips. “I like to be thorough…”

★ With a gentle push, you lower his leg and step closer, your fingertips brushing against his chest. “And what do you think now that you’ve had a closer look, my lord?” You ask with a teasing lilt to your tone.

★ Liu meets your gaze steadily, though the flush on his cheeks deepens. “I think you are… stronger than most. And far more dangerous.”

★ You grin. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

★ “I meant it as one.” His quickly says, letting his eyes linger a little longer before he steps back into a ready stance. “Again?”

Kung Lao

★ Kung Lao was spinning his hat on his finger tip, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His other hand rest on his hip while he watched you warm up.

★ He wore a lazy grin—but his eyes flickered down your frame more than once. “Didn’t realize Earthrealm was recruiting bodybuilders now,” he quips. “You could probably crush my head like a grape.”

★ You shoot him a look. “Want to find out?”

★ “Tempting,” Kung Lao says, stepping onto the mat. “But I’m more of a ‘flirt first, get crushed by your thighs later’ type of man, if I do say so myself.”

★You shake your head, feigning a lunge toward him just to make him sweat a little.

★ “WAIT—“ His eyes widen, and he holds his hands up in defense.

★ “Scared?” You lightly chuckle, more than enjoying the reaction from the big mouthed monk.

★ “Me? Never.” He tips his hat, but his bravado falters when you actually close the distance and he has to crane his neck just slightly to meet your gaze.

★ When the fight begins, Kung Lao tries to dance around you with agility. But the second he’s within reach, you grab his waist and effortlessly hoist him over your shoulder, slamming him down onto the mat.

★ He groans dramatically, sprawled out. “Okay… ow.” You cross your arms over your chest, looming over him with a knowing smirk. “Done already?”

★ He props himself up on his elbows, giving you a half lidded stare. “Y’know, most women flirt with a ‘hi, hello, how are you?’. But you just body slammed me… Not that I’m complaining, but wow.”

★ You laugh, offering your hand. “I can slam you again if you keep talking.”

★ “I might like that,” Kung Lao quips, taking your hand with a grin.

Kenshi

★ Kenshi stands calm, his sword resting loosely at his side as he listens to the shift of your footsteps. His blindfold scrunching with his furrowed brows, looking in your direction as if he’s tracing your outline in his mind.

★ “You have a strong presence,” he says softly, almost contemplative. His head tilts. “I can feel it from here. It’s… grounding.”

★ You smirk as you stretch your arms above your head, flexing beneath the light. Your shirt hikes up, revealing a sliver of your toned stomach. “That your way of saying I’m heavy?”

★ Kenshi chuckles under his breath. “No. It’s different. There’s weight in your stance… but not just physical. It’s the kind that draws attention without trying.”

★ His tone is even, but the way his head shifts just slightly toward the glimpse of your belly does not go unnoticed.

★ Kenshi moves fluidly when the spar begins, his sword gliding in measured arcs. But the rhythm breaks the second you step into his space, catching his wrist mid swing and twisting the blade from his grip without effort.

★ His breath catches almost imperceptibly as your hand tightens around his forearm. For a moment, he simply stands there, muscles tense beneath your hold.

★ “You disarmed me faster than I could sense it,” he murmurs, voice quieter now. His head dips lower, his unseeing gaze falling to where your hand grips him.

★ There’s a pause, his free hand lifting—hovering near your shoulder, like he’s mapping your shape by proximity alone. His fingers curl faintly in the empty space, but he doesn’t quite touch.

★ “…You’re stronger than I anticipated,” he admits after a beat, and there’s something almost reverent in his tone. “Much stronger.”

★ You lean in closer, your breath brushing against his neck. “Didn’t expect me to handle you so easily?”

★ Kenshi’s lips part slightly, as if he wants to retort—but the words catch. His hand finally lowers to your shoulder, his grip light, yet lingering as if testing how real the sensation is.

★ “No,” he answers honestly, fingers curling just slightly against the nape of your neck. “I didn’t.”

★ Your smirk deepens, and you let him go with a slow, deliberate motion. Kenshi takes a step back, but his hand trails lightly along your arm before slipping away.

★ He stands there for a moment longer, head tilted in your direction, his breath just faintly uneven. “I, I may need more practice…” Kenshi says finally, his voice lower than before.

★ You arch a brow. “Not used to someone stronger?”

★ He chuckles softly, his smile faint but genuine. “Not used to being this distracted.”

👽: I might make a part two to this with the rest of Earth Realm baby boys because this prompt got me GOING right now. 😩

Part two here

[raineedropzz]

Do u plan like doing an au comic or smth like that live ur artstyle i would eat it :3

I REALLY REALLY WANT TO IN THE FUTURE!! I would love to make an au comic type situation with the sp boys,, its definitely crossed my mind more than once but im still lacking in certain areas of my art so it’s not exactly a good idea for me right now 🥲🥲 Once I get more confident and have actual things to draw better on, I WILL MAKE A COMIC OR AU OF SOME KIND!!

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH!! that means so so much and it makes me extremely happy to hear 🥹🥹 🤍

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Orion's winter fit?

While he would definitely have different outfits, this heart-knit sweater is the one he’s usually drawn in for wintery drawings! They don’t really like winter all that much though…

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hey hey kiyomi just checking in

how are you doing?

hey hon im doing alright my birthday was a few days ago so that's cool but how are you doing?

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Hiiii I’d like to request a Johnny/Fem!reader like they’re in a relationship, and she’s been getting hate online bc she’s chubby and it’s starting affect her self confidence and Johnny does NOT let that slide!! Like so much fluff and angst (and perhaps even smut too)

Ugh I love the vision of Johnny Cage with a chubby girl!!!

In love with every curve

👽: I love this idea lots. Like yeah you’re right…he WOULDN’T let that slide... (He’s so golden retriever coded— UGHHHH//Not proof read, i’m messy 💀😩)

❌:Not Proof Read

🖇️: Johnny Cage x F!ChubbyReader fic

⚠️:NSFW, attempted angst, self deprecation, fluff, body worship, some titty play, thigh riding, a bit of finger fucking, face riding, super sappy—cutesy, lovey-dovey happy ending :)

★ It started as little comments. You brushed them off because, hey, not everyone can like you. You knew that. But over time, the snide remarks, the cruel messages—they stuck.

★ “Why is Johnny with her?,” “She’s a bit chubby for him, isn’t she?,” “Imagine being her and knowing your boyfriend could do better.”

★ You used to laugh at them, rolling your eyes and scrolling past. But lately, it felt like those words were weaving themselves into your thoughts. Every mirror you passed felt like a reminder. You started wearing baggier clothes, pulling at the fabric around your stomach when you thought no one was looking.

★ Johnny noticed. Of course he noticed.

★ It was subtle at first. But he began to see how you hesitated before posting photos together, or how you covered up even when it was just the two of you. He’d catch you frowning at your reflection, smoothing your hand over your sides with a sigh you thought was silent.

★ And Johnny didn’t like that. Not one bit.

★ One evening, you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone when Johnny plopped down next to you, dramatically throwing his arm around your shoulders.

★ “Hey, babe, look at this,” he said, holding up his phone with a grin. It was a selfie the two of you had taken at the beach last weekend. You thought you looked awful. But Johnny? He was beaming at it like it was a masterpiece.

★ “Ugh, Johnny. I don’t even know why you posted that,” you muttered, tugging your sleeve over your hand. “I look so…”

★ His head snapped toward you. “So?”

★ You chewed on your bottom lip, eyes fixed on the floor. “I just… I don’t get it. Everyone’s right. You could have anyone, Johnny. And instead, you’re stuck with me.”

★ Silence.

★ Johnny gently pried the phone from your hand and set it aside. His warm hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head up so you couldn’t look anywhere but at him. His eyes, usually so playful and teasing, were soft but serious.

★ “First of all, stuck with you?” he repeated, like he couldn’t believe the words even came out of your mouth. “Sweetheart, I chose you. Every day. I choose you. And if you think for one second that a couple of faceless people online know better than I do about the woman I love, we’re gonna have a problem.”

★ Your eyes burned, but you tried to blink it away.

★ Johnny’s hands slipped from your cheeks to your waist, his fingers pressing gently into your sides. “You know what I see when I look at you? I see the person who makes me laugh until my sides hurt. The person who steals all the blankets but makes up for it by cuddling into me. The woman who looks so damn good in every outfit that I literally lose focus sometimes.” He smirked at that, squeezing your waist just a little.

★ You let out a soft, shaky laugh. “You’re just saying that.”

★ “Hey, hey... look at me, baby.” His deep voice was low and earnest, filled with a conviction that couldn’t be denied. “I'm not just saying this shit, okay? I fucking mean it. Every word.”

•••

★ “You know what your curves do to me. I love every inch of you.” He presses a kiss to your temple. “People cant stand a perfect match that was made in heaven. They’re jealous baby, they wish so baddd that they were us, that they had a happy, loving relationship…”

★ A soft, uneven breath leaves your lips as you feel your shoulders relax, unable to stop yourself from melting into his embrace. “You think so…?”

★ “I know so. With every fiber of my being, Princess,” Johnny murmured, voice low and sincere. “I'm fucking crazy about you. Don't let anyone ever make you doubt that.”

★ To prove his point, Johnny stood up and swept you up and into his arms, carrying you towards the bedroom. Swiftly kicking the door shut behind you two before sitting at the edge of the bed with you in his lap.

★ He pulled you flush against him, crushing those soft curves to his harder planes while wrapping his arms around you possessively.

★ Johnny’s eyes roam over your face, taking in every delicate feature he had grown to worship. Those hypnotic eyes of yours. Your full, pouty lips that tasted like heaven.

★ His thumb brushed over your plump bottom lip, feeling the softness and warmth. Fuck, he wanted to devour your mouth, to kiss away every ounce of doubt and insecurity.

•••

★ “Mmmh,” he rumbled, stroking your hair soothingly. “You can’t let those fuckers get to you. They’re just bitter, pathetic assholes who can’t handle a real woman like you. A woman with a heart and a body made for loving and fucking.”

★ He began to kiss down your neck, sucking and nipping at your pulse point. “You hear me, baby? You’re perfect. You’re mine. And I’ll spend every goddamn day reminding you if I have to.”

★ “Johnny...” you breathed out, as if you were about to downplay your feelings, flustered but arching into his touch, you were softly cut off.

★ “No.” Johnny murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I love every goddamn curve and roll on this sexy body,”he growls, sliding his hands down to grope your plush ass. “You’re stacked in all the right places, and I fucking love it.”

★ He started up his kisses again, trailing them along the column of your neck, down your collarbone, taking his time to taste you, to savor you.

★ “Tell me that you know how gorgeous you are, baby. Tell me that you knowww how crazy you make me,” Johnny softly commands—or maybe it was a plea… “Come on princess...” he adds, his tone dripping with affection

★ you stiffened, feeling almost uncomfortable at his gentle demand. “I-I…” you couldn’t convince yourself still, despite the onslaught of affection and reassurance, your eyes dart away from his in slight embarrassment.

★ Johnny could see the uncertainty still lingering in your eyes, the self doubt… He refused to let it stand, refused to allow you to feel anything less than the goddess you were.

•••

★ “So, you're being shy now, huh?” He softly teases, his hands starting to roam more eagerly, exploring every dip and curve of your luscious figure. He squeezed your thighs, relishing the way they gave under his touch. Letting his fingers dance up your waist, skimming the sides of your breasts before cupping the mounds in his palms.

★ He groaned, kneading the supple flesh and feeling your nipples stiffen against his touch. “You know, these tits? perfect for me. I mean, the way they fill my hands just right…and the way they bounce when I fuck you hard and deep, mmh, baby im getting hard just thinking about it. He leans down to capture one peak into his mouth, gently biting through the thin fabric of your night shirt. “Mmmh, so soft too…”

★ He tugged your top off and over your head, tossing it aside before unclasping your bra effortlessly. Johnny paused to admire your full breasts, a smirk playing at his lips. “Fuck, sweetheart...”

★ Leaning down again, he latched back onto your tit, taking it between his lips, sucking greedily and swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak, feeling it pebble and harden even further. The sensation making you shudder in his lap.

★ “Tell me that you’re a pretty girl.” Johnny tried to coax again, pressing a soft kiss to your flushed nipple. “Tell me, baby…tell me you’re my pretty girl.” He corrected as he brought his hand up to your other breast, pinching your nipple hard enough to elicit a reaction.

★ You let out a small yelp, “I-I’m a pretty girl—” You softly whine, grinding against him, yoir face absolutely flushed.

★ “Hmm?” He murmured in feint concern, lightly smacking your tit before going back to pinching the sensitive button. “Ahaa~ I’m your pretty girl—!” You cry out, your hips bucking down onto his lap, seeking any kind of friction for relief.

★ “That’s fucking right you are…” he hums in satisfaction, your desperate bucking not going unnoticed, he shifts you, placing you on his left leg, both your thighs engulfing it. His hands made way to either side of your waist, slowly pressing you down to give you a taste that friction you oh so desired….

•••

★ Gripping your hips tighter, he started to grind you harder onto his muscular thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your core, even through the layers of both your clothing, made him groan with want.

★ Your head tilts back slightly, eyes unfocused, lips parted in pleasure as you hump his leg, a small moan leaving your lungs. It was the most beautiful thing he had the privilege of witnessing—of partaking in.

★ “You’re fucking gorgeous, baby…so goddamn sexy and perfect,” he purred, his voice dripping with lust. “God—i love you, and these hips. I could just eat you up.”

★Johnny slid a hand back up your side, his fingertips tracing your ribs before cupping the weight of your breast in an all too familiar manner. He squeezed the plump mound, kneading roughly as he pinched and rolled your stiff nipple between his fingers all over again.

★ You gasped, your back arching into his touch, shamelessly grinding yourself further onto his leg. Your pussy was practically begging and buzzing for more.

★ “That’s it, baby…get yourself off using daddy’s thigh.” Johnny encouraged with a low chuckle. “Ride it just like that, you naughty girl.”

★ You barely nod as you obeyed, your thighs clenching around his leg as you rutted against him desperately. Johnny couldn’t help but watch, completely entranced. The sight of you chasing your own release like an animal in heat, it made his dick twitch.

•••

★ With a low groan, Johnny slid his hand down from your heaving tits, over your quivering tummy to cup your mound possessively, the damp patch in your panties growing with each passing second.

★ unable to stop himself—he hooks a finger under the drenched lace, tugging it to the side, he runs a finger along your dripping slit. He circled slowly, gathering your juices before plunging a thick finger knuckle deep inside you.

★ “Fucking hell...” Johnny grunted, pumping his finger languidly, savoring the filthy squelch of your pussy while doing so. He curled up just right, stroking that special spot that made you see stars.

★ You shuddered, warmth spreading from your chest to your core. Jesus, it felt soo good, his finger pistoning with abandon, your toes curling as he continued his sensual assault. Your hips bucking with the thrust of his wrist.

★ But, just as soon as it had begun, Johnny pulled his finger out with an obscene pop, your body immediately missing the sensation. You watch him with a pout as he brings his honied finger to his lips. He made a show of sucking your essence from the digit, his eyes never leaving yours.

★ “Delicious…” he purred darkly once he’d cleaned your juices from his finger.

•••

★ His hands gripped the soft globes of your ass firmly, and without a second thought, he was leaning back into the bed, lifting you up and over his face with ease.

★ “Johnny—!?”

★ you were now straddling his shoulders, your cunt perfectly poised over his watering mouth. He gazed up at you, his eyes dark with lust and hunger.

★ “Princess~?” He playfully mocked your tone, settling you more comfortably atop his face. Your thighs making the perfect earmuffs in this position.

★His nose notched the hood of your clit—and you let out a small yip from the contact. But, intrusively, you worried about his comfort. Were you too heavy? Could he breathe? You didn’t wanna bury him alive….

★ He felt you try and hold yourself up, and immediately pinned your thighs back down with a low growl. “Mh-mhh” he murmured a soft scolding into your skin. You weren’t goong anywhere, not on his watch. He was looking to drown between your legs. And he’d die a happy man while doing so.

★ Your fingers tangled in his short brown hair, nails scratching against his scalp as you rut your cunt against his face, practically see-sawing his chin and nose.

★ His cock throbbed almost painfully in his slacks as he licked and sucked at your clit, your flavor exploding on his tongue. Fuck, he really was willing to drown, and the thought only spurred him on, making him press harder, fucking you deeper with his tongue.

★ “Oh god—Johnny!” You mewled, your voice echoing off the walls of the lavish bedroom, unable to control your breathing as it came in short, sharp gasps. Chest heaving while the coil of tension in your belly wound tighter and tighter, you were so close…

★ Johnny’s hips bucked involuntarily as your moans reached a crescendo, your body going rigid against him.

★ With a muffled groan, he came hard in his pants, his vision went white behind closed eyelids. His hips jerked as thick ropes of cum painted the inside of his boxers, the wet heat seeping through the material. He continued to lap at your pussy through his orgasm, practically whimpering as he did so.

★ And then, shortly after, your orgasm came crashing over you. Your pussy clenching around Johnny’s tongue, rippling and spasming as you flooded and gushed into your lovers mouth.

★ You went limp above him. Your thighs falling open as you collapse back onto the bed, chest heaving and skin flushed a deep scarlet. Johnny emerged from between your legs, gasping for air and grinning like the cat that got the cream. He crawled up your body and crashed his mouth against yours, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

★ Johnny moaned in satisfaction, as if you were the finest wine he’d ever tasted.

•••

★ After cleaning up, you nestled into the blankets, still reeling from your orgasm—you had completely forgotten about…what was it that had you upset again…? A small, subconscious smile curled at your lips as you watch Johnny emerge from the bathroom, fresh and clean from the shower you took together. He shook his hair before running his fingers through it.

★ You can’t help but let out a small laugh as he winks at you, clearly pleased with himself. But he doesn’t stop there. “We’re going out.” He simply says, crawling back onto the bed to plant a kiss to your forehead.

★ “What? Johnny, I don’t really feel like—”

★ “Ah-ah!” He holds up a finger, cutting you off dramatically. “Put on something nice—something cute.” His tone was light but left no room argument.

•••

★ Half an hour later, you’re dressed in one of your favorite outfits, and Johnny is decked out in a tailored jacket, he looked you up and down, whistling while opening the door for you. Insisting on driving, of course.

★ During the entire drive he was giving you a running commentary about how fabulous you look. How lucky he was to have you in his life and a list of other genuinely sweet things he swore up and down to be true. And they were.

★ When the car came to a stop, you looked up at the familiar building with questioning look. It was a luxury boutique, the one he took you to on special occasions, specifically.

★ “Here…? But…there’s no—” he was quick to wave off your concern and confusion, already walking to your side to open your door. “No what? Need?” He asks while hooking elbows with you. “Who cares? After feeding me a meal like that—i’ve gotta return the favor, right?”

★ Johnny marches you inside like he owns the place, picking out outfits and accessories that make the staff scramble to keep up. “This? Perfect. This? Even better. Try them all. My treat.” He’s already swiping his card before you can argue, snapping a photo of you in a stunning dress and posting it to his socials with the caption: “It’s too easy loving this woman, I swear. I mean, how can you not? Just look at her.” Followed by three heart eye emojis.

•••

★ Next, he surprises you (again) by taking you to an exclusive rooftop restaurant, the kind with a view so breathtaking it’s almost as good as the food. The table is already set with your favorite drink, courtesy of Johnny’s connections. And the thought he put into this impromptu date really made your heart flutter.

★ He spends the night cracking jokes, telling ridiculous stories about his time on movie sets, and making sure you don’t think about anything except how much fun you’re having.

★ By the time dessert arrives—a towering confection of chocolate and gold leaf—he’s already uploaded another photo of you to his stories, tagging it with: “us after going to pound town ;)”

★ As the night winds down, Johnny leans back in his chair, smirking as he checks his phone. “Look at this—comments are blowing up. Half of them are jealous, the other half are madly in love with you. As expected. We win.”

★ Feeling much better now, you roll your eyes…but can’t help smiling. You truly appreciate his efforts, even if they were a bit…flashy and petty. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You say with no real bite.

★ “Ridiculously in love with you,” he quips without missing a beat. Johnny reaches across the table to take your hand, his expression softening just enough to remind you why you fell for him in the first place.

★“And if anyone’s got a problem with that, they can take it up with my PR team.”

👽:🎤I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUUUU🎶

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Could you do Reiko (MK1) and the reader (who is also in the Outworld army) having a knife throwing contest? (You can choose if it’s platonic or romantic and who wins)

Right on target.

👽: I chose a super light flirty theme :) I’m not really good with reiko so bare with me here 💀🫶🏼 (not proof read)

⚠️: SFW//None really// bit of flirting? I think…banter???

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★ In the secluded training grounds nestled within the heart of Outworld, you and Reiko engage in a private knife throwing contest, the rhythmic thud of blades hitting their targets echoing in the crisp air. Surrounded by the rugged landscape, the tension between you two crackles like lightning, fueled by the competitive spirit that drives each throw.

★ Reiko, usually composed, finds himself strangely drawn to your presence. His stoic facade begins to falter under the weight of your charm, his eyes lingering on the graceful arc of your movements and the sparkle in your gaze. Despite his attempts to maintain focus, his thoughts stray to the alluring figure before him, his heart racing with a mix of companionship and something more profound.

★ As the contest progresses, playful banter and teasing jabs punctuate the air between you, each exchange laced with an underlying flirtation that neither of you can ignore.

★"You call that a throw? I've seen toddlers with better aim," you jest, a smirk playing on your lips as you effortlessly land another bullseye.

★ Reiko chuckles, a rare warmth flickering in his eyes. "Careful, Y/N. Don't let your confidence get the best of you," he retorts, his tone teasing yet tinged with genuine admiration.

★ You share a knowing look, the air thick with unspoken tension as you trade playful barbs and competitive banter. Despite the intensity of the contest, there's an undeniable connection between you, a magnetic pull that draws you closer with each throw.

★"Impressive," Reiko concedes, his voice low and husky as he watches you sink another blade into the target. "But we’re just getting started."

★ You grin, a flicker of challenge in your eyes. "Bring it on, Reiko. I'm not backing down anytime soon."

★ As the contest continues, the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the training grounds. With each throw, the bond between you deepens, forged through the shared thrill of competition and the electric spark that ignites between you.

★ Reiko's gaze softens, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're quite skilled, Y/N. It's refreshing to find someone who can match my prowess."

★ You feel a rush of warmth at his words, a sense of camaraderie mingled with a growing attraction. "Likewise, Reiko. It's not often I meet someone who can keep up."

★ As the contest draws to a close and the winner is declared, a charged silence envelops the training grounds. With a knowing look exchanged between you, the air crackles with anticipation, the promise of future encounters laden with flirtatious exchanges and stolen glances.

★"Looks like I win this time," you remark, a playful glint in your eyes—seeing as your knives were more on target.

★ Reiko's gaze twinkles with amusement. "Perhaps," he concedes, his voice tinged with a hint of challenge. “We should do this more often—to better my aim of course…”

★ “Oh right—to better your aim.” you echo back, a small grin curling onto your lips teasingly. “But of course…”

★ As you both agree to practice more together, the bond between you deepens, forged through the shared thrill of competition and the undeniable chemistry that simmers beneath the surface.

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[raineedropzz]

I love your fnaf au!! Do you have any more doodles or thoughts about it? I’d love to hear abt it :))

TYSM!! Sadly I don’t have anymore doodles,, I used to have one but I ended up deleting it bc it was too messy 🥹 as for thoughts…there’s not many since I was super excited for the fnaf movie when I made that au at the time so I didn’t develop much from it!! I do want to say I did try to think who the rest of the boys would be though :3

I made Stan The Puppet and Kyle Bonnie for no reason technically (I picked at random aghh rip) but I did more thinking and I think Cartman would be Chica :)!! It’s more of the fact he would love to rummage around the kitchen to just fuck around and also for food (duh). For Kenny and Butters… it was harder to choose but they’d be Foxy and Golden Freddy!! I like to think Kenny can run pretty fast, if not faster than most of the sp boys. Foxy running down the hallway would absolutely be him in my opinion. For butters it was a little more tricky, but I ended up going with Golden Freddy for him. His blonde hair is mostly part of it but also I want to incorporate the fact Butters can also not be so nice in a way? Golden Freddy being angry and trying to help the rest of the children just seemed like a Butters thing to me!

That’s really all I have tbh AHHH there wasn’t that much thought put into it when I made the au last year but i definitely want to draw more of it when I can! TYSM FOR ASKING!! 💕💕

[click4rainy]

do you do sfw? And what’s your opinion on age regression? just curious :>

I don’t mind sfw! And I certainly don’t mind age regressors! It’s just my blog is a little- spicy, so I have no control over what you see if you’re regressed.

Hope this helps 🫶🏼

[rainyn0ise]

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, thats amore.

“When the world seems to shine…”

[dizzyistired]

Could you tell me a bit about green witchcraft then?

I've only heard of light and dark magic really.

Green witchcraft is basically herbs and earthy witchcraft

[dizzyistired]

Helloooo anyone here still?

Yeppers im still here

[rainyn0ise]

Orion is best smol bean 😤

They say thank you~

(Couldn’t get the gif to download properly, oop)

[click4rainy]

Get attacked!! ✨🌈 SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 🌈

I’m vomiting sparkles and rainbows now THANK YOUUUU UGHHH 😭🫶🏼🫶🏼

[dizzyistired]

What things are you interested in? I found your blog while scrolling through the various friend application tags.

Maybe we'd get along.

currently I am interested in astronomy along with researching green witchcraft