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jaebeomsbitch · 7 months

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The Princess and Eggplant (E.M.)

Summary: Your boyfriend happens to be a foot taller than you...or Eddie is afraid to stick it all the way in, afraid to hurt you

Warnings: Minors DNI, size kink, pure smut

Pairings: Boyfriend!Eddie x Girlfriend!Reader

A/N: watching Sex and the City and couldn’t stop thinking about the size difference between Carrie and Aidan. As a 5'1 they/them I'm drooling. Literally finished this a while ago but couldn't find a good gif, I'm gonna start making my own banners

Like Eddie holding you up, your thighs wrapped around his waist, his big hands on your ass. His tongue in your mouth as he kisses you more and more aggressively until you can’t breath and your head is spinning. The way he manhandles you, impaling his thick cock inside you as he grits his teeth trying to control himself from being too rough. But his cock only fits half way and you’re clinging onto his shoulders moaning like a ghost in a haunted house.

You heave for air as his cock knocks the wind out of you. He lays you out on the bed, your hair fanning out as he yanks you to the edge of the bed.

“Fuck sweetheart” he groans looking at the way his cock disappears inside of you. His neck straining as he holds himself back.

“More Eddie, fuck give me more” you gasp, your nails digging into his back.

“S-shit baby, don’t wanna hurt you” he grunts, slowly pulling out and back halfway in. As he refuses to go deeper, his eyes already rolling back as your tight velvet walls grip onto him.

“Please Eddie” you whine, pressing the heels of your feet into his ass forcing him deeper into you. Your jaw slacks as you’re stretched open by your boyfriend.

“S-shit s-so fucking big” you moan pressing your chest into his.

“F-fuck you’re gonna kill me” he groans voice higher pitched then normal. He hisses, teeth clenched tightly as he tries to remain still. However you don’t give him the chance, you dig your feet deeper into his pale ass. Pushing him inch by inch slowly into you until his hips are flush with your ass.

Eddie knows that he needs to be the one to slow down, but it's hard when you feel this good - especially when you're moaning like that. He hasn’t even moved and yet you’re already cock drunk. You’re drooling and moaning incoherently as Eddie’s cock fits like a puzzle piece inside you, nice and deep.your pussy struggles to accommodate the stretch. Your walls pulse around him almost like it’s trying to push Eddie out.

His arms shake as he shallowly thrusts into you, little grunts leaving his lips.

“Fuck Princess, so fucking tight” he whines.

“S-shit it’s like you’re fucking choking my cock” he grunts out, looking at the slight bulge in your lower stomach every time he slides back in. The sight is enough to make him cum right then and there.

“F-fuck fuck fuck ohhhh fuck” you moan underneath him trying to grind into him but his grip on your hips tightens. You know he’s gonna leave bruises on you but you fucking love it. Love that he’s practically whimpering “princess” under his breath like a broken record, like he needs to burn the feeling and imagine in his head.

“More, Eddie please-” you whine, your pussy pulsing around him desperately trying to drag him back in. He shakes his head vehemently, his jaw tight as he grinds his teeth. No girl could ever take his full cock before and much less someone so petite.

“So fucking perfect Princess. Your pussy’s taking me so fucking good. Fucking stretching out to fit my cock baby” he grunts out starting to lose his reserve. His hips move slightly faster as he feels the burn deep in his gut.

“Made f’you Eds” you nod, eyebrows pinched together as he pulls the rubber band tighter. You flex your stomach trying to keep it together. Your moans getting louder as his his resolve starts to slack more and more.

It isn’t long until he’s snapping his hips into yours looking like a man possessed. He’s fucking feral, hair wild, pupils blown out, neck flexed. His whole body is tense as he pounds into you fast and hard completely breaking you down.

You’re more than cock drunk at this point. Babbling gibberish, writhing under him, pulling at the sheets, your eyes closed shut as you’re in your own little world taking Eddie’s thick cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ” Eddie moans at the sight of you. Most girls would’ve cried in pain, he always needed at least an hour of stretching and foreplay to get half way in and yet here you are taking it.

“M’gonna cum!” You cry, stomach flexing harder, your muscles tightening almost painfully.

“Fuck- cum on my cock, Princess,” he pants, his balls slapping into your ass, hand pressing into your stomach feeling the bulge of his cock.

“Ohh fuck- fuck- fuckkk fuckkk” you all but scream as you let go. You tremble under Eddie’s body, face contorted, jaw slacked, drool dripping down your chin. It’s like you’re high and drunk at the same time.

“That’s it Princess milk my fucking cock. Taking me so well, begging for my fucking cum” he grunts. His eyes rolling back as he clenched his jaw and comes hard. Thick white ropes paint your velvet walls already dripping down to your ass. Your pussy too small to accommodate both his cock and cum.

“Shit” he heaves, slowly pulling out not trying to hurt you further.

“I’m not gonna be able to walk am I?” You groan as he nuzzles into your neck.

He chuckles,”probably not.”

“You’re the worst” you mumble lightly nipping his bottom lip.

“Not what you were yelling two seconds ago” he murmurs against your lips. That’s dimpled grin on his face as he presses for a kiss and another and another.

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taegimood · 5 months

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How would the boys react to you wearing their boxers and shirts??

-lias 💪 anon

hi nonnie!! i was just thinking abt you earlier hehe

BELIEVE ME when i say that this thought is my roman empire.. txt has my size kink going ABSOLUTELY CRAZY as a 5’2 / 157cm gorl myself. i can’t even imagine them standing around me. like soobin is basically an entire foot taller than me🧍🏻‍♀️good gracious just toss me around and manhandle me already

ANYWAY

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yeonjun would get such an ego boost from it.. his pretty little girl walking around in HIS shirt, coming out after a shower wearing HIS boxers.. like yeah, that’s right, she’s all mine <3 loves to tease you abt it by giving little tugs to the fabric, grinning at your little protests and harmless smacks to his arm. he just can’t help it.. guiding you in a kiss to the bedroom, fucking you from behind with the shirt still on, bunched up in his hand so he can see your pretty ass as he uses his grip on the fabric to pull you back and forth on his cock 😌 “you just love showing me off, hm?”

soobin would go absolutely crazy. a blushing mess the first time you stay over and come out wearing his clothes. his eyes would roam all over you, the way your little body drowns in his shirt instantly sparking something primal inside him as his bulge hardens in his sweatpants — he’s embarrassed at how easily you’ve got him turned on, but ig not embarrassed enough as he pulls you towards him by the waist from where he’s sitting on the bed - eyes and hands exploring you as he whispers “wanna keep it on for me, baby?” and proceeds to have you ride him with his hands gripping all up under your (his) shirt <3

beomgyu teases you for how silly you look at first (definitely makes an oompa loompa joke or two) but secretly his heart is pounding at the sight of his clothes on you. lounging on the couch together with your legs laid over his lap.. his boxers are obviously big on you, so it’s not his fault that he can see a peek of your panties past the leg hole every time you shift around. you catch him shamelessly staring when you notice how he’d stopped tracing his fingers mindlessly on your leg. eyes laser-focused on your lower half, he doesn’t even try to hide it.. gets you on his lap, the shirt gone so he can suck hickies across your tits as he has you ride his thigh with the boxers still on 🤭 “can’t stop until you cum in them, baby”

taehyun’s expression almost has you apologizing for changing into his clothes without asking, from the way he’s staring wordlessly with a completely level expression. is he mad at me?? does he not want me touching his stuff?? you’re already apologizing and heading back to his room to change again when suddenly a tug on your wrist has you turning into his chest and he’s lifting you up into his arms before you can blink, carrying you to his room.. “you wanna be a tease, today, hm?” as he rubs your pussy relentlessly through the boxers, only letting you cum that way before ripping them off of you along with the shirt to make you cum again on his cock. maybe even stuffs the boxers in your mouth as a gag 🫣

kai wouldn’t know what hit him. he was only trying to give you more comfy clothes that would be better for gaming in, but he didn’t realize how badly he’d immediately want to take them off of you. he’s stuttering a bit as you ask him what’s wrong, did he change his mind? does he want them back? shaking his head profusely as your game night is quickly forgotten when he’s telling you breathlessly that “i just need to taste you, baby.” a whole new kink is unlocked for him that night as he has you ride his face for ages, his shirt hiked up your chest so your pretty tits are on full display for him, your cute moans and gasps just spurring him on even further~

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bedoballoons · 4 months

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BUT I LOVE THEM SHORT! 😭 Ngl, I struggled with this one a little so I apologize if it's not the best!! Thank your for your request and I hope you enjoy!

I'm doing well thank you and I hope you are too!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

{༻~Growth spurt??~༺}

CW: Pretty much crack headcanons, GN! Reader!! Mentions of the character now being taller than the reader! Slight brat vibes for the reader in Wanderers!

(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Xiao, Wanderer, and Aether!)

𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney sat up in his bed, stretching his arms out and yawning sleepily. It took him a minute to fully wake up and even then he still felt a little off, but he decided to ignore it. Moving the covers aside and walking slowly into the kitchen to greet you. "Mmm mon amour, good morning~"

You spun around with a smile, "Morning Lyney- LYNEY?!" You dropped your plate of toast, having to tilt you head up just to make eye contact with the magician, it was like he'd become a giant in his sleep! "What in tevyat happened to you?!?! You're so tall!" He stared at you questionably, like he didn't really understand what you were saying, "What do you mean I'm so tall, I'm many things but tall was never one of them."

You hopped over the shards of glass, disregarding it as you stood next to him, raising your hand above your head to measure the new difference in height, "Lyney, you literally have to look down to see me now. You had like, some sort of crazy growth spurt!"

Lyney thought about it for a moment, leaning down so he could kiss your cheek, "Well well well, I'm not complaining then. Though I'm slightly worried about some of the tricks Lynette and I would normally do...CAN I EVEN FIT IN THE MAGIC BOX NOW?? Oh no...oh no!!"

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo had been staring at himself in the mirror for almost ten minutes at this point, wondering why the angle was different, why his body didn't seem right...he was a scientist, one who delighted in waking up to the usual because his work was always so unusual...but this was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Perhaps he was just...crazy? "Love, could you come here for a moment?"

You set down the book you'd been reading and followed after him, stopping dead in your tracks once you saw his figure looming over the bathroom sink..."A-albedo?!" You covered you mouth in shock, your eyes starting at his feet and trailing, up up all way to his hair. "You're so tall...was this one of your experiments??"

"I almost wish it was, but no...I've just had some sort of insane growth spurt apparently. I wonder if anything else has changed besides my height. I'll have to test it.."

"...what else do you think changed Albedo..."

𑁍༄Xiao:

"You're staring again..is it really such a big difference?" Your cheeks blushed as Xiao crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed with your sudden interest in his height, but in your defense...it actually was a big difference. He went from being a short Yaksha to suddenly taller than all the adepti...and it hadn't just affected his height, it was like he felt even more confident in himself as well.

Everyone who walked by averted their gaze as if him being taller meant he was stronger than he had been before...and he seemed to be indulging in it alittle. Glaring at other men who even dared look at you...and intentionally kissing you in front of everyone whenever there was a opportunity... maybe it was just in your head, but it left you finding it hard to look away from him. "Sorry, I don't mean to stare Xiao, you're just-"

"Different...in a good way?" His yellow eyes met yours and for a second you could have sworn he had a small smirk play on his lips..

"Yes...in a good way, in a very good way"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"Wanderer, shut up!" You stomped your foot down, clearly annoyed with him, though he didn't really seem to care. Ever since he woke up with this whole foot of height over you he hadn't stopped teasing you about it, just leaning over you and watching as your cheeks blushed or grabbing things you couldn't reach and intentionally moving in closer then needed.

"Say that again and I'll make you shut up instead." He shot you a glare under the brim of his hat, his mouth turned up in a thin smirk as he yet again made your heart race. You crossed your arms and turned away from him, why did his height make him even more of a confident ass? "Yeah right."

"Idiot. I'll show you what this new height can do then~"

𑁍༄Aether:

Aether tilted his head to the side like a dumbfounded puppy, listening to you and Paimon as the two of you panicked about his new height, every possible answer only leaving you both more confused. He on the other hand, wasn't really that interested in a why or how, he just wanted to take advantage of his new found height, something he'd wished he'd had not long ago.

"I don't know, but growing that tall over night can't be good right?"

"I don't know Paimon, but it's definitely worrisome-"

"I think it's a good thing..." His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as the two of you turned to face him, "I've always wanted to try something at this height actually..." You raised a eyebrow at him as he stepped closer to you, holding out his hand like he wanted you to take it. He smiled at you softly as you placed your hand in his and then in what seemed like slow motion, he pulled you close to him,his face moving in close to yours as he kissed your lips. Your heart skipped a beat, electricity shooting through your body..."A-aether!"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

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myhappylittlesideblog · 3 months

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Breathe It In

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Daryl takes you out on his bike for the first time.

A/N: Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

“Y’ever rode one before?” Daryl asked.

You shook your head, attention running over the hot, glinting chrome and black metal. Every inch of the motorcycle was covered in dust but you knew it was an impressive piece of machinery, especially in Daryl’s eyes. And it was big. Longer and taller than you ever really noticed, now that you were the one about to climb on top of it.

“No,” you said to Daryl. “Never even seen one up close before you got this.”

“Ya don’ haf’ta come with me. Once we git another car, we can-“

“No, it’s fine. I’ve done scarier, right?” you said, thinking just of the past week and all you’d faced.

He gave a curt nod. Then he swung his leg over the motorcycle, the toe of his big boot finding the kickstarter immediately. His jeans hugged his body as he hiked his knee up unnaturally high before putting all his weight on the lever, slamming his leg down and starting the bike on the first try. He twisted one of the handles as the engine revved to life as he settled in the seat.

He looked at you, gaze cutting over his bare arm, thick with muscle. “I’ll hold it steady. Foot rests are there,” he said, pointing low on the bike to the small pegs you would use. “That’s the engine-“

“That’s the engine? The whole thing is just… right there?”

“Where else would it be?”

You shot him a glare. “I don’t know. Enclosed somewhere maybe.”

He huffed a laugh. It made his hair fall in his face, but you could see his blue eyes studying you as he continued his explanation.

“The exhaust pipes are down there too- careful a’ those. They get hot.”

“Okay, so butt goes there,” you said pointing, “feet go there and don’t touch anything else.”

“‘Cept me.”

You straightened, shooting your attention back to him. “Hm?”

“Gotta hold onta somethin’. Come on, let’s go.”

You wondered if you had flushed as red as he did at his words. He was looking at his fingers wrapped around the handlebars, knuckles turning white, but you saw the pink wave crawling up his neck from his vest and landing around his ears.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’,” you said, sidling up to the bike. You tried to sound teasing, but you just sounded nervous. And it wasn’t just the heavy machinery making adrenaline rush through you.

He held his hand out flat for you to grab and support yourself as you flung your leg over the side of the bike. The moment your bottom landed on the back of the seat, you felt Daryl’s wide hand around your calf, moving one of your feet into place on the pegs. It was only then you realized there were only two foot pedestals for four feet. You’d have to share.

Once he’d moved you into place, he tapped your knee, signaling you to stay put. A cold rush of air kissed the spot his hand had just kept warm.

Your legs pressed against the back of his body as you sat behind him, your feet on the outside of the pegs, while his thick boots stuck to the inside. Nearest to the hot exhaust pipes, you noticed. He was keeping you away from them.

“Good?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

The motorcycle growled loudly at the will of his hand. Just a twist of his wrist and the bike was primed to speed off.

He turned his head, not quite looking at you, though even then you could see his smirk. “Better hold on,” he said.

You took the back of his jacket in your hands, balling up the leather around his hips into your fingers. “Kay,” you said, bracing yourself a bit.

His foot rocked and his fingers squeezed, releasing the clutch and picking the gear. He twisted the handlebars, revving the engine and making the bike shake under you. To you, it was just a lot of noise and practically unnoticeable movement. To someone with motorcycling experience, it was a warning of oncoming power and swiftness. But you had no idea.

Without warning, the bike jolted forward and sped off so quickly it almost left you alone in the dirt, your grip slipping from Daryl’s jacket.

Before you could fall off though, you hugged close to Daryl, palms open and sprawled over his chest and belly in panic. After the initial shock, however, the bike was a smooth ride as it kicked up dry Georgia dust behind its tires. That’s when you realized Daryl’s shaking and trembling wasn’t from the rattling of the bike, but from his chuckles.

You heard his laugh even over the buzzing bike and rushing wind. It was a rare sound. Low, but free, like the rumble of an engine on a long, twisting summer road. In half mock, half true indignation, you lowered your hands to rest around his waist, meeting in the middle around his belt. Leaning up to his ear, you called to him.

“You’re a real dick sometimes, Dixon!”

“Told’ya ta hold on,” he answered, giving your clasped hands a pat.

“No kidding.”

He shook again. Though this time you couldn’t hear the soft chuckles that emanated from him, you knew they were there. You felt it. Just like you felt the affection radiating from him as he twisted his fingers in yours until they were interlinked.

Before the outbreak, you never would have ridden a motorcycle. They were too dangerous. In fact, the thought of even looking at a contraption like this one, something Daryl had practically made with his own hands, without a safety helmet would never have crossed your mind.

These days, things were different. Every day was a threat. But this, being with Daryl and sharing his pride and joy felt like the safest thing you could ever do. He was holding your hand and your arms circled him tight as you rode safely past anything questionable.

You laid your head on the back of his shoulder and breathed it in- the freedom, the safety, the gas smell on his jacket and the smoke in his hair and you closed your eyes. And you felt his hand squeeze yours as if he was doing the exact same.

#the walking dead daryl #twd #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #twd daryl #the walking dead #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon fluff #daryl fluff

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yaymiyas · 5 months

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Yandere!Jock Introduction

warning: yandere content, manipulation, foul language, boys being…boys!, gn reader

YANDERE!JOCK, whose very name gives you the ick. noah. ew. to his medium length golden hair that frames his face ever so tightly, to his tall frame that makes it almost impossible to miss him, and to especially his a million dollar smile that he wears like the latest fashion trend…why do you hate him again?

why do you avoid him like the spanish flu? not even you knew fully. you contemplate about this very topic for weeks, never really getting a straight answer from yourself. from every instants that you two have crossed paths, he has been nothing but forthcoming with you. nothing but sunshines and rainbows. nothing but absolutely perfect.

Yuck.

you never even wanted to actually know who he was. you and your friends may have joked about him and his friend group a few times, but having noah around you 24/7 was never really on your bucket list. he kind of made it his own mission to make his existence your business.

it all started last semester, when you were walking down the hall. chem and statistic books in one arm, and the other quietly struggling to keep your book bag up. with the current cards not being 1000% in your favor, you didn’t really have time to look up at where exactly you were going. but noah did. trying to maneuver through the busy halls isn’t the easiest task with two shoulders filled and a 6’2, linebacker breaking down your neck. you didnt even see him walking beside you for the last two door frames you seemingly passed. all that was on your mind was to successfully get to the exit quick enough so you can get to your car, but satan had other plans.

“i can help you if you dont mind”

not paying the voice any real attention, you flash a struggling smile trying to use that as a quiet sign to leave you alone. one thing you didn’t bank on, was for noah to not really take no as a real answer. or in this case, an annoyed smile. testing his luck, the taller male fixed your book bag strap releasing a whole 2 pounds of weight off of your shoulder. with this new found feeling, you hesitantly stopped in your tracks and paid the stranger a small glance. looking back was noah, smiling widely like he just won the latto.

YANDERE!JOCK who finds a way to comfort you at all the right times. a random rumor about you started to spread at the speed of light. nobody would tell you where it started, or why they believe it but all you know is that it is messing up your senior year. you wanted to end your high school career better than when you came in, because lets face it, your freshman and sophomore years were ass. not being of bullying or teasing, you just weren’t ready or willing to see that you were in a different environment. things are different from two years ago, well they were supposed to be.

you don’t know how you started crying or when, but you were outside of your ecom class tears soaking your binders. you never allowed the words of others to get to you, always brushed them off. this time around it was different. you were more affected than you thought you would be at things like this. sleeping with a teacher? the same ecom teacher who you deducted points for not citing correctly? the same one who didn’t learn your name until two weeks ago? such a baseless and so easy to be unproven, so why do so many people believe it?

the only reason you were crying outside of your class is because two girls called you a slut to your face. out loud. with grins on their face, like your misery was something that warmed their skin. it was all so disgusting but you couldn’t do anything was cry. why now? why you? why the very last semester of high school? why?

“i heard about what’s going on,”

noah slightly nudges your leg with his foot, forcing your attention solely on him. you didn’t want to look up.

no, you actually wanted to tell him to go away. why was the most annoying, condescending, passive aggressive person in front of you for. the universe and gods must hate you.

“you know,”

he started with a hint of glee in his voice. was this all a joke to him? was he enjoying your tears? was your agony entertainment for him? this sick bastard. if you could, you would pull him by his hair and yank him to the floor. a knee to the stomach wouldn’t do anything to a linebacker right?

“its okay if you slept with him…we all have our low points.”

wow.

oh.

you are a joke to him. his smile never wavered, no it actually got bigger. you turned your head a bit so both of you were staring into the others. his ocean blue eyes seemed to turn into a black hole, sucking you into it with no avail. this is sick. he is sick. was he the one to fucking tell everybody that? how did he even know about the rumor? why was he here? what does he want from you, and how far will he go to get it.

#yay ocs #yandere oc #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere #yandere jock #yandere jock x reader #gn reader #female reader #male reader

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portableleo · 8 months

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forgot to share my future au designs for the 2012 boys here! i'll throw some headcanons under the cut 👇🏽

- a couple years after the end of the 2012 series, leo moves to japan with karai and shinigami to help them manage the new foot clan. it was a difficult decision but eventually the boys accept it. leo leaves on amicable terms with his brothers and they keep in touch

- raph is left in charge of the other two rascals. despite not being able to handle the pressure of being leader when he was younger, he fits the role much better now. donnie and mikey joke that hes as big a worrywart as leo was, if not bigger

- donnie almost entirely gives up on his martial arts training. raph tries to keep him into it but he becomes even more stubborn as he got older. raph reluctantly gives up on pushing it. he still keeps on top of tech and takes a more "guy in the chair" role for missions

- mikey gets into boxing! it happened on an especially boring day and raph entertained him by showing him the basics. mikey got super into it and now practices his boxing regularly. he uses raph's punching bag more than raph does now

- raph gets one whole inch on leo. they discover that he's slightly taller when leo comes back home to visit for the first time in years. raph is absolutely ecstatic. leo is horrified to learn he's the shortest now (i have to spread the short leo agenda, sorry)

- yes, mikey where's his mask longer now. yes, everyone was upset when he started doing that. he jokes that he's "growing his hair out"

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #2012 leo #2012 raph #2012 donnie #2012 mikey #12 leo #12 raph #12 donnie #12 mikey #leo #raph #donnie #mikey #2012 future au

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apollosfavkiddo · 1 month

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Helloo!!! im in such a Jason Grace era these days and fics for him are SO limited in the fandom?? its actually super sad. i loved your previous jason fic smm, Would you consider making a Jason x fem!reader where Jason just has a veryy bad day, he gets overwhelmed by everything and everyone, and he just cries into reader's arms and she comforts him?

i feel like he deserved to just cry it all out atleast once, considering the amount of pressure the poor boy has had from everything :( so i would lovee to read about that!

⛧° as long as we're together °⛧

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content: jason grace x fem!reader

warnings: angst but then it’s fluff, kinda short, cursing, 5’3 (1,60m) reader, life in New Rome!

a/n: HA LOOK WHO’S POSTING TWICE IN JUST ONE DAY???? hehehe i love this request so much my boo deserves more in his life i don’t fucking care.

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Sometimes it’s just too hard to be Jason Grace.

The mighty son of Jupiter. Pontifex Maximus. Counselor of the Zeus cabin. Juno’s Champion. Hero of Omlympus. Centurion of the Fifth Cohoort.

The titles were endless. And so was the work.

And everyone, and i mean everyone, counted on him for various things and reasons.

“Hey Jason, are you coming to capture the flag?” Annabeth asked, every week.

“Hey superman, come to bunker 9!” As always, Leo wanting to show him some new cool tricks or projects.

“Oi, sparky! Can you help me pick an outfit for my date?” Piper would ask him.

He was just so tired. He just wanted to tell them all to fuck themselves.

But he would never. He was too noble to do that. He just wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knew his friends were needing him and he was… well, being a human and an young adult, taking care of his own stuff.

So when he got home from another endless day, back to his shared apartment in New Rome and to his beautiful girlfriend, who made him his favorite dessert - brownies with caramel and peanuts -, he broke down almost instantly.

Obviously, you ran towards him, scooping him in your arms - which was a difficult task, since he was almost a whole foot taller than you - but you did it anyways, pulling him close to your body, letting him sob in your shoulder as you tried to soothe him.

You had never seen him cry like that, clinging on you for dears life. Once again, he was never one to show his real feelings to anyone, not even your or Thalia.

You scooted him in your arms, rubbing soft circles at his back while you whispered small ‘shh’s and ‘it’s gonna be okay’s in his ear, the both of you say in the floor of your cozy apartment.

After a few minutes of compulsive crying, your shoulder and the upper part of your white tank top completely soaked in hot, wet tears, he finally calmed down - at least a little.

“Hey, honey.” You finally whisper into his ear as he pulls away from your embrace, eyes all puffy and red as he sniffles and wipes his tears with the back of his hand.

“Hey..” He mumbles, his tone low and cracked as you kept caressing his hair smoothly. You caressed his hair and gave a soft and gentle kiss so his cheek.

“Are you okay?” You were answered with a soft nod of his head as he scooted closer to you, snuggling against you warm body and keeping his head on your chest. He looked like a five year old child, and that made you smile. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.. not now. Is that okay?” He asked, his voice all mushy and muffled by his cheek tightly pressed against you body.

“Of course it is, my love. Do you want to eat? We have pasta with that sauce you like.” She said between little kisses in his eyes, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose and his lips. “And i made you your favorite brownies.”

“Mmhmm…” He let out a content mumble, finally pulling away from him and giving you a kiss on the lips. “After that i… after that i’ll talk to you, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay. But you have to eat before. Come on, i’ll help you get up.” She said as she got up and held out her hand for him to grab.

You finally got on your feet, and you turned around to reheat the food. When you were at the oven, he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing heavily as he kept the closest he could to you.

Soon, the food was on the table, and the doorbell rang. It was the girl that walked with your dog. You thanked her and pulled Thor, your golden retriever, inside the house.

He immediately went to Jason, wiggling his tail and giving him the biggest licks in the world while the blond laughed.

You smiled at the sight. You knew that he was obviously hurting with something, and you were going to discover with what, but, right now, he just needed some love.

You gave him just that, as you ate together chilling and chatting about your days, you talking more than him.

He helped you with the laundry while you washed the dishes, and the chores were finished very quickly. You went back and cuddled up on the couch, a massive ball of fur, aka your dog, resting comfortably between you two.

You heard when Jason sighed and felt his shoulders shaking, showing his impending collapse, once again. You cyy it deles him closer to you as he cried and cried. His sobs were the only thing heard in the house.

Ten minutes later, when he was calmer, you were stroking his hair in the softest way you could, making sure he would be ready to talk.

“I-i’m just so… tired. Of everything and everyone. It’s- i know it’s selfish, but i can’t help but want to just… ran away. To just stay with you and Thor and give up on the rest of the world.” He said, his words are muffled and smudgy as he holds onto you.

“I know, baby… You shouldn’t work yourself out. You’re doing too much. More than you should, and you know that. You have too much work.” She said, kissing the top of his head.

“I just- i can’t let them just, you know, alone. It’s.. i can’t.” The son of Jupiter said, crying more.

“Honey, they won’t be alone. We have Reyna and Frank and Percy and lots of other people that you can use some help from. You’re not alone. Ever.” She said, reassuringly.

“But-“

“No buts. You’re gonna take a week off, and we’re just gonna hang out here, together, with Thor. No works, no college, no Pontifex Maximus stuff. Just y/n and Jason. And that’s not a request.”

He mumbles something but snuggles closer to you. “Fine. As long as we’re together.”

a/n: i’m literally so proud of myself bro, i got to do two, TWO works today. i’m evolving boos

#postcards from leah #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #jason grace #jason grace x you #percy jackson #pjo #pjo hoo toa

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The Met Gala

Summary: You attend the illustrious Met Gala with your boyfriend Daniel on your arm but everyone who's anyone knows, there's another certain list that those invited want to be on more than the guest list. Rating: 18+. Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : 3,707 - ONE SHOT! Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult material, adult language, PinV sex, unprotected sex, public sex. GIF Credit : @overtake

As Marcus gave your lips a final once over, making sure they were significantly polished to last all night, you saw Daniel out of the corner of your eye exuding what could only be described as nervous energy. “How you doing over there, baby?” You smiled broadly as you watched as he gave himself yet another once over. Daniel let out a little chuckle before jokingly biting his lip. “Just relax…you’re making me nervous.” You arose from the make-up chair and watched as in an almost childlike fashion he shifted his weight from foot to foot. “DANIEL!” You warned and he immediately apologised. If there was one thing you hated while you were getting ready for an event it was heightened tension in the room and Daniel was creating it. It was fucking with the calming music, the sage and the Xanax you had popped a few hours ago.

You were nearly done. A few more swooshes of hairspray to hold your Rita Hayworth, old Hollywood styled hairdo and it was off with the hotel robe covering your thousands upon thousand dollar vintage haute couture gown. And silence. The look was perfectly crafted and perfected, it had been for months. And you felt incredible. Really, and truly incredible. But none more so than when you finally locked eyes with Daniel. He was staring at you with his mouth open. It was the first time he had ever really seen you like this, all dolled up to the nines. And he was speechless. He made a gesture with his hands but no words followed and it made you laugh. “I take it I look ok then?” Everyone else in the room laughed loudly at your remark while Daniel nodded enthusiastically. “Wow” he managed to croak out while his eyes continually roamed your whole body. The black dress was completely sheer and you only wore a pair of tiny minuscule panties underneath. You had worked out extra specially hard in the gym for the whole week running up to tonight so you could look your best and boy, was it paying off by the look on your boyfriends face. He bit his lip as he watched your body move over to him. Your heels made you taller but he didn’t mind. “You are phenomenal.” You knew he meant looked phenomenal but you’d take it all the same. “You clean up well too…you might need to consider your next career being one you wear a suit every day” you fixed his bow tie a little and he smiled his signature grin at you. You glanced at Marcus - your make-up artist - and noticed he wasn’t looking for quickly gave Daniel swift peck on the lips. His hands found your waist and you had to swot them away before he deepened anything. “Save it for later…you can’t get me too excited in the dress” you then whispered in his ear “there’s nowhere to hide it if you make me wet.” That was the type of relationship the pair of you had. Highly sexually charged and not afraid to tell one and other. “Well the sight of your nipples through that sheer fabric is giving me a semi so…” his admission matched yours and both of you burst out laughing.

You watched Daniel’s leg bouncing up and down as he was flooded with nerves again. The car ride was quick but evidently not quick enough. You reached over and tried to steady it by placing a tender hand on his knee. It worked - a little - but he was still buzzing away. “How do you stay so calm?” “Once you’ve been a few times it’s not so bad.” You shrugged but really this was sort of like work so you were able to compartmentalise it. “It’s like racing. You’re nervous before the race then you get in the car and that melts away.” You explained “The carpet is the worst. People screaming your name as you get pushed around and hurried here and there and then suddenly, that’s it done, it’s over with and it’s onto partying.” You had talked him over the events of the Met Gala several times. First when you invited him after being allowed to bring a plus one - a practically unheard of event as Anna kept things very tight, but seeing as Daniel was now so well known in the US she must have agreed - then when you were planning the schedules, again when you helped him choose a Tux to have tailored, a few extra times throughout the coming months and finally four times today when he was stressing about the unknown. “I could do with a drink.” He replied when you said about partying. “Me too.” You nodded in agreement.

Shouts and screams mixed with the sound of numerous camera triggers all going off like a cacophony of riotous noise. The atmosphere was second to none but Daniel gripped your hand fairly tightly. After being lead toward the wolves - the paparazzi - you gave his a reassuring squeeze. “You ready?” You asked and he pulled the same face he had back in the hotel room. A slight anxiety riddled grimace.

“I love you.” You whispered and gently pulled him out behind you as you walked on to the first mark. Your name was continually shouted by the hungry photographers brandishing their expensive lenses in your direction. You positioned yourself on an angle tucked into Daniel’s side. “Just keep smiling, baby.” You whispered to him even though you knew he was good at that. You felt him begin to relax under your touch when a few photographers yelled out his name. There was a part of you that knew he would be feeling like a fish out of water but now he knew how you felt when you first went to his races. You weren’t an F1 fan before you met him so the whole atmosphere of a race weekend made you a nervous wreck.

You were moved on several times so different groups of press could get their shots. Daniel letting go of you so they would get the much desired solo pics so people could dissect your chosen fit on the internet like mini keyboard Joan Rivers’. Daniel continually watched you working your angles like a pro. It was your job after-all and the way he was looking at you made you feel like the only woman in the world. You held out your hand for him to rejoin you as you began to climb the steps up into The Met itself. “Is that bit finished?” He whispered into your neck as he let you stand in front of him as you toddled in. “Yes. It’s dinner now.” It had gone so quickly. It always did. The process only took between 10 to 15 minutes and while you were doing it it always felt like an eternity but afterward, like it went in the blink of an eye.

After greeting several other guests, celebrities and many from the world of fashion you slowly walked toward the area they were taking videos for Vogue themselves. You were hesitant to do it without Daniel - not wanting him to feel left out - but they pulled you in before you had a chance to protest. You complied. Gave them what they wanted, played around with it, pretended it was a shoot and thanked them when it was over. Daniel stood watching you the entire time. He had never seen you work. He had seen the product of it in campaigns and shoots but never actually been there as you did your thing. His smile had never been broader and he looked so proud. It made your butterflies flutter harder in your tummy. Your fingertips itched at how desperate they were to touch him right then and you practically sprinted away from the area once the team were happy with what they got. “Right….time for a drink!” You grabbed your boyfriend and gently caressed his cheek. “Oh…and I can finally do this!” You exclaimed before planting one on him.

Many glasses of champagne later the dinner was finished, speeches were done and the performances well underway. Vogue and Miss Anna really knew how to throw a party. This was the third Gala you had attended and each was better than the last. But this was the first time you were here with someone and there was no doubt Daniel and you were having an amazing time. As he danced with you to Lizzo’s performance you realised how this was a vastly different experience having your spouse here - and you were so eternally grateful to be able to do so because as you looked around barely anyone was accompanied - and for some reason it meant it was a lot more fun than it usually did. Daniel was the fun you needed in your life. He relaxed you. He simply made you happy and as he wrapped his arms around your waist you had to tell him.

“I’m so happy to be here with you.” You smiled and a part of you felt like melting from the look he was shooting you. “It’s much more fun than I thought it was going to be.” He had been thinking the same as you and it made your heart swell. “It’s hard not to stare at your boobs in that dress though.” There was the familiar Daniel you knew. The feeling was likewise. You had never seen him in Tux before and he was giving some strong Australian James Bond vibes that hit you everywhere, especially between your thighs. His eyes dipped down to your chest - on complete display through the mesh fabric - and bit his lip. “Still have that semi?” You whispered in his ear and he let out a low amused scoff. “Why do you think I keep positioning you in front of me?” And with his confirmation the naughty idea sprung into your mind.

The Met Gala red carpet was one thing but anyone who knew anything about the event knew that the women’s bathroom was really where the party happened. Every year all of the behind the scenes images of all of the most famous women in the world sitting on the tiled floor in their thousand dollar couture gowns were lapped up by fans and the public alike. Most went into the bathroom to smoke, catch up with other party goers or take selfies. But you, well, you had other ideas. Your hand slid into Daniel’s and you pulled him behind you as you took off in the direction of the ladies room. Daniel not even asking where you were leading him too, the throbbing erection growing in his designer suit was all he could think about. You weaved in and out of bodies. Friends and acquaintances waving and grabbing your arm to say hello. But you were on a mission due to do something about your horny boyfriends little problem.

“Wait…” Daniel grabbed your arm right as the bathroom came into sight “…I know exactly what you’re thinking but is this the right place? Won’t you get into all kinds of trouble?” “Do you want me to tell you about Bradley Cooper and Irina Shayk a few years ago? Or FKA Twigs and Rob….” He clearly pushed aside the thoughts of getting caught by smothering your words with his mouth as you reeled off some other famous gala goers who had fucked in infamous women’s bathroom.

It was busy enough that no one really noticed you heading into a stall and pulling your handsome boyfriend in behind you. The buzz and chatter all around the room meant no one would be paying much attention to whatever was going on inside the cramped bathroom cubicle. Daniel closed the door behind himself and locked it for good measure. You had never had sex in quite such a public place before but the excitement mixed with lust rushed around your body. As soon as his eyes met yours Daniel seemed to transform. Right in front of your eyes his hunger and desire made his chocolate coloured eyes glow. He was like a man possessed. His hands grabbed you, sliding all over the top of the vintage mesh and lace fabric that barely covered your body. And when his lips found yours you really hoped Marcus had don’t a good enough job of making sure your lipstick wouldn’t budge. His tongue roughly pushed into your mouth as he pushed you back into the cool metal cubicle wall behind you with haste. A small, delighted moan slipped through your throat and you felt Daniel’s grip tighten against your waist. You loved it when he turned feral like this and you knew it was possibly as a product of how much he liked it when you moaned. He loved it in fact. And you sensed tonight he liked it most because of the risky nature of the super hot public sex that was going to happen any minute. His hands started pulling up the fabric of your gown. The delicate nature of it wasn’t lost on you so gave him a hand to gather it up around your waist.

“Fuck…” fell from his lips while his fingertips pressed into the flesh of your thigh. He usually always took his time with you. Loving every single second of fucking you but right now the high and thrill was all either of you cared about. You watched as he slid your tiny black panties down your thighs, down your calves and waited for you to step out of them. Your heart rate increased while he shoved them into his suit pocket - at least he was keeping them safe or you’d be arrested for public indecency. But before you could repay the favour and help set him free from the confines of the suit, he was already doing it himself. “Can’t wait huh?” Cheekily you smirked. “I don’t know what you do to me…” he referenced his glorious cock standing to attention. He was arrogant about it and he had every reason to be. It wasn't just that he was above average and THICK, it was because he knew how to use it and always made sure you got yours too.

After grabbing his lapel to haul him back against your body you lowered your hand and glided over him. He wasn’t kidding he was rock fucking solid. He shivered at your touch as pre-cum leaked from his purpling tip. But as your palm closed around him and you moved up and down on his shaft - his wide girthy shaft - he groaned and you knew it wasn’t enough. You knew how desperate he was because you were too and so your stomach flipped with excitement when he pulled your leg up around his waist. Daniel pushed into you with haste after coating himself with the the slick mess between your folds. The mess his behaviour had caused. He filled you up. The stretch was enough to make your breath catch in your throat and he stalled as he reached the hilt.

“Fuck…” he swore again but this time into your open mouth as his eyes squeezed tightly shut. You knew what he wanted to say but couldn’t find the words. It was what he always said. You’re so tight. The risky public sex was like an aphrodisiac and it was by far the hottest thing you had ever done in your life. Daniel pulled out before bucking back up into you and pulling yet another - this time louder - gasp as he grazed your g-spot. His hand found it’s familiar place around your neck and he applied the lightest of pressure to get you to at least attempt to be quiet. His pace increased and you realised that there was no way you guys wouldn’t be doing this again. Public, kinda risky sex was was beyond hot. And more so, this standing position that gave Daniel such access to the tender fleshy spot inside of you solidified this was going to be a new favourite position of yours.

“Look at me.” He growled into your ear before his teeth nipped at your neck. Your eyes flew open at his command and without dropping a beat Daniel began to settle into a totally unrelenting rhythm as you stared straight into his soul. No man could ever come close to him for many reasons but most of all because he was so attuned to how your body responded to him. A high began to build while his hand tightened around your throat. You loved it when he let his wild side out, when he let nature and instinct take over. As it played on your mind while he fucked you you let out a loud gasp that was at a volume people could have perhaps caught. Daniel, without skipping a single beat slid two of his fingers into your mouth and you bit down on them. The faint salty taste of them danced across your tastebuds and only helped to edge you further forward to what he wanted to pull from you. The thought of orgasming right here and now clearly passed through Daniel’s head at the same time as his movements got jerky. It was coming. Both of your delicious, electric highs were dangerously close.

without warning, yours came first. Your orgasm hit you full force. It crashed upon you like a ferocious wave battering a cliff face during a storm. A fierce, powerful orgasm encapsulated your body. The physical shake trembled so much it was like an earthquake. Your leg almost threatened to give way as it pulsated and ripped across every single last nerve ending possible leaving a path of utter destruction in its wake. Daniel kept going in-spite of it but there was no way he didn’t feel you contracting around his throbbing, thrumming cock. Mere seconds later you got your answer. His head fell forward. His body pressing even more into yours than you thought possible. His forehead connected to your mesh covered shoulder. Loud, unmistakable pants came thick and fast as he released inside of you. He stilled as his cock twitched with his own peak. You felt the product of his high spill out and fill you up. A few unsteady, long strokes ensured he gave you all of what his own climax had to offer as his hand slipped from its position - fingers still resting inside of your mouth on your tongue - and flattened against the cool, cold metal beside your head.

In a few short seconds, as you stood still connected to each other, it was as if the rest of the world melted away. You were no longer in the women’s bathroom of The Metropolitan Museum of Art, no longer at The Met Gala and no longer surrounded by people. You were simply two - post climaxing - lovers experiencing the tantalising high of finding their person. Daniel finally raised his head and looked into your eyes. A whisper of a smirk played upon them and you knew you were mirroring him in those moments almost like you thought as one singular being. Finally, spent, Daniel withdrew. He pulled himself out of you leaving you feeling empty at the loss of the stretch from his member. Your breathing was still erratic but steadying now as your leg (the one that had been wrapped around his waist) fell back down. Your heel meeting the tiled bathroom with a ghost like clatter.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” You confess. The exploration of your sex life with Daniel had taken you some scorching, passionate places but this has gone straight to the top of the list. You knew the glow, the smug appearance that would be capturing your face right now. Cock drunk. That’s what you were and as soon as you stepped out of the cubicle everyone would know it. Not that you cared. Not after the orgasm you were still coming back down to earth from. “Me too.” Daniel admitted as he put himself away back in his pants. You pouted at the loss of the good view but a loud laugh from the bathroom beyond your steely confines snapped you out of your pout. After fixing himself he reached into his suit pocket. Slowly peeling out your small, black panties that needed to go back on underneath your dress. You had to tidy yourself up so you reached for some tissue but Daniel’s hand clamped around your wrist. “Don’t.” The look he shot you was a clear signal this wasn’t over yet. He had more in mind. “I want you to feel me when you go back in there.” A medley of shock and amusement had to have washed across your face as he glared unwaveringly at you. He was dead serious and all the other times he behaved in this manner lead the most intense, fervid sex you had ever experienced.

Daniel lowered to his knees before you. He lifted your left foot and placed it into the leg hole of the scrap of fabric first before the other foot succeeded it. His milky release was already beginning to slowly dribble out of you, you could feel it, but he pulled the underwear up your calves, past your knees and up your thighs before securing it in place. “Be a good girl I’ll give you more later.” He winked at you. He literally winked at you as he went for the lock on the bathroom stall.

Your exit of which was swift, with eyebrow raising ease. No one seemed to care or be phased if they had heard what the pair of you had just been doing. They were all too enamoured by their own lives to be thinking of yours and Daniel’s and you suddenly turned to him as he held the door to the restroom open for you. “We should have been louder…we might not even get added to the list now.” “What list?” His eyebrow raised “there’s an actual list for people who have fucked in the bathroom during The Met Gala? It’s not just rumours?” You nodded when he sounded so naïve. “Oh baby, of course there’s a list…” And it was your turn to be winking at him now. And with a shocked but child like inquisitiveness he asked; “Is Lewis on it?”

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mikkomacko · 3 months

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Only Devils in the Building

Episode One: Elevator from Hell

Nico Hischier x Reader, Platonic Jack Hughes x reader

Warnings: none

99 Hudson was the residential center of Jersey. It’s the epitome of wealth and elegance. Anyone who is anyone in Jersey lives at the 99 Hudson. From rich businessman to local celebrities to Hoboken models, 99 Hudson has got it all.

Including an absurd amount of New Jersey Devils.

Three weeks into living at the 99 I met Jack Hughes. AirPods tucked into my ears, I hit play on the Buff City Boys podcast, the familiar voice of Tony Granzia flooding through. It was probably a bad idea to be listening to the work of my former employer only three weeks after being fired but I couldn’t help it. It was the mosquito bite I had to itch, the acne spot I had to pick at, the chapped lip I couldn’t stop gnawing on.

I needed to hear everything from him.

I didn’t hear the man come up behind me, I didn’t even see him until the elevator had reached the 69th floor and his presence crowded behind me to get in. He was impatient and fidgety, standing directly in front of the closed doors and tapping his foot impatiently.

The Yankees logo on his backwards hat caught my attention first, my lips pursing with distaste at the sight. Then I noticed the way his ears stuck out, elvish and funky with his curls tucked behind them.

The elevator continued its descent and I finished eyeing him up and down just in time for him to turn over his shoulder and look at me. Icy blue eyes locked into mine, and a crooked smile took over his face for a moment before his thin lips opened to speak. Almost instantly, I realized who he was, familiar with the face of the middle Hughes brother that’s caused envy in every New York hockey team. I watched him speak, hiding my amusement when he titled his head, confused with my lack of response.

Cheeks turning pink, his already youthful face looked even younger with his flush of embarrassment and I finally pulled an AirPod out of my ear, halting the podcast.

Jack made a noise of realization, nodding his head as he laughed to himself. “I was just saying that you’d think they’d make the elevator faster for such a big building.”

That was a weird thing to say, I thought. Maybe not to people who like to make conversation with strangers, but I’m not one of them. Blinking a few times, I glimpsed at the number above the door.

5th floor

My gaze fell back to Jack. “That’s probably why there’s six elevators.” The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. I tucked my AirPod back in, waiting patiently for him to turn and leave. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, unashamed in their quizzical gaze before he stepped out and I followed. We walked a few feet apart from each other to the front door, his footsteps muffled by my AirPods but I could hear him clearly when I held the door open and he let out a cheerful, “Thanks!”

We broke away from each other after that, him heading towards an expensive looking BMW idling in on the valet and me down the sidewalk to the main street. Even as he climbed in the front seat of the car, I felt his eyes on me.

He’s cute, I thought to myself, in a weird way.

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A week later I met Nico Hischier.

Again in the elevator, I had just hit the door close button when a hand snuck into the crack of it and the two doors shot open. The same blue eyes and Yankees cap I’d seen the week before greeted me, Jack’s face splitting into a goofy smile when he saw me.

He stepped in, this time standing in the corner opposite of me. Behind him trailed another familiar face, and I assumed he was a teammate of Jack’s based on the similar gait they had, but I couldn’t quite place the name.

If Jack was cute, then this man was beautiful. He was only a few inches taller than Jack, but his large shoulders and presence seemed to take up the whole elevator. He was already watching me when I met his gaze, large brown eyes drinking me in like I was hot tea on a bitter cold rainy day. His full, pink lips were parted like he wanted to say something before they quickly fell shut. He did that for a couple seconds, lips moving like a fish out of water but he never spoke and neither did I.

He didn’t look nervous though or uncomfortable at all, unlike Jack. No, he looked content, at peace in the elevator that suddenly felt too small.

What does one say to someone who looks as good as him? I didn’t know and frankly I never thought I’d figure it out. Outside of sports, my mind has a hard time coming up with words especially words meant for men with pretty eyes.

Jack stole my attention when he started craning his neck around to look at me curiously. Turning to him with narrowed eyes, I wondered what in the world he was looking for. After a moment he stilled, eyes meeting mine and he smirked.

“Had to make sure you’d hear me this time,” he teased and I immediately pulled the white case out of my coat pocket, flicking the top open. I was never going to actually put the AirPods in but it was funny to watch the way his eyes widened in offense when I reached to pull a bud out.

“Wait! I want to talk!” He argued, reaching over to flick the top shut. I couldn’t hide my amusement that time, smiling in victory as he huffed.

“You’ve got until the doors open.” I said, trying my best to ignore the heavy gaze of his teammate on my face. Was he looking at the acne spot on my chin? Or at my mouth? Or maybe he’s noticing the little bump on the bridge of my nose? Not knowing made me want to throw something at him.

I pressed back into the wall instead, my lungs feeling tight. Unsure of what to do with myself, I focused back to Jack.

“You just move in right?”

I shrugged. “Like a month ago, why?”

“I moved in early this summer, never saw you before. And Nico has lived here forever and hadn’t seen you either.”

Where was he going with this? They were looking for me? “Congrats?”

Jack rolled his eyes. The elevator continued to climb but not nearly fast enough. Six elevators and I still get stuck in the one with him.

“Where’d you live before?”

I glanced at the number. 52nd floor.

“Buffalo,” I said, watching the number move up and up.

Jack made a noise of approval. “You know who we are.” He responded, no question about it. I didn’t conform or deny his words, just looked between the two of them. Nico was still eyeing me with that sparkly glint in his eyes.

“You’ve got a very familiar voice,” Jack continued, taking a step towards me like he was a child with a sweet tooth stepping up to an ice cream counter. “Have we met before?”

“No,” I said and the elevator showed the 65th floor.

“What’s your name?”

I waited for the elevator to ding and the doors to open. “Y/n,” I said quickly, moving in front of Nico and his large presence but refusing to look into those stupid eyes if his again. Before Jack could even begin to say another word I stepped out, heading left towards my apartment and hoping to god his was the other way.

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I didn’t learn Nico’s name until two days later.

A baseball game was playing on the tv, two teams I didn't care about but the Mets were coming up next so I had it on in the background. It was good white noise to have while I worked, or at least attempted to. My laptop sat blank in front of me, all editing and writing projects falling flat. I was spending too much time caught up on Tony Granzia and it was keeping me from moving on. I knew that was the truth but that didn't keep from racking up listens for him.

I would have been annoyed by the banging on my door, loud and insistent, if I had actually been doing something worthwhile. But any attempts at trying to get back on the saddle were failing and I couldn't look at my screen anymore. So I got up and went to the door, answering it because I already knew who was going to be on the other side and I wasn't that annoyed by him anymore.

"Good you're home," Jack greeted, Nico standing behind him looking far more sheepish than he had in the elevator. He still looked at me with those glimmering eyes but he seemed to be chewing on the inside of his lip by the way his jaw moved and his dimple sunk into his cheek.

Jack pushed forward and I barely had time to move aside before he would've quite literally mowed me down. Nico stayed in his place for a moment, wide eyed as his friend moved deeper into my entryway and then he smiled, embarrassed and shy.

"Uh, Nico." He introduced, taking his hand out of his sweats pocket to hold out to me. I reached over and shook it, trying not to think about how his palms were warm and a bit sweaty, but he was strong. So strong that my pinky finger popped when he squeezed his finger and I pulled my hand back in embarrassment.

"Sorry," he mumbled, but I blew it off and just moved further into the side of the wall so he could come in. Nico seemed to shrink into himself, shoulders hunching forward and he stuck his hands back in his pockets like he was trying to seem smaller. It didn't work and I couldn't help but smile when I closed the door and turned to find him toeing off his Nikes by my discarded shoes.

"Hischier, right?" I asked when he was done and his head whipped around to look at me, eyes crinkling with the large smile that broke across his face.

"Yeah!" He confirmed, "It's Swiss."

There was no other way to describe the swooping feeling in my stomach other than swoon. I was swooning over Nico Hischier who so obviously was Swiss if the slight lisp in his accent and his sock clad feet were anything to go by. That and the beanie on his head had a tiny Swiss flag embroidered on the fold.

"You don't say," I giggled, leading him into the living room. We found Jack there, standing behind my couch and watching the tv. He waited for me to sit on the couch and Nico in the recliner next to it before hopping over the back, shoes and all falling on my couch.

Nico shot him a warning look, thick eyebrows lowering in a scolding look and Jack immediately dropped his feet to the rug.

"Orioles game? Really?" Jack muttered, nose scrunching in judgement and I resisted the urge to tell him that his team was looking worse off than Baltimore.

"I had it on while I was working." I said instead, reaching forward to close my laptop. Not before he caught sight of the blank document though and an eager grin took over his face.

Jack looked at Nico with wide eyes, tipping his head towards me as if trying to get Nico to speak. He just looked at me though, sinking into the cushions of the recliner and that peaceful glaze washed over his face.

I bit at my bottom lip, trying my best to stop from grinning like a fool at him. Jack, ever impatient, took over the conversation again. "Looks like you're just as unproductive us which is great because I have an idea!"

"That must be really hard for you." I replied, fluttering my eyelashes innocently when he frowned with offense.

"It is," he played along, "anyway, I googled you and found your old podcast, the one you did in Buffalo that was really good and then you disappeared from and now it's bad. Anyway, we have the whole summer and we think you should start another one."

It took a bit for his idea to sink in. Mostly because I couldn't believe he googled me and I wanted to know what else came up besides my work in Buffalo. But also because I never imagined Jack Hughes would be bursting into my apartment to tell me that I need my own show.

"What?"

Groaning loudly, Jack grabbed ahold of my shoulders and made me look him dead in the eye.

"Do not touch me." I mumbled, shaking off his hold.

He released me, holding his hands up in the air in defense but his gaze remained serious and locked on mine. "You need to start your own podcast, with us, specifically but like it would mainly be yours because we don't know what we're doing?"

I couldn't help it. "What?" I said again. Not that I didn't hear him or understand, I just didn't know what to say. I had worked on Buff City Boys for three years and only had two episodes I could really claim as mine. I had other editing and segment ideas but they technically fell under Tony's name. And when I had tried to go beyond, be more than a background voice and editor, I had been fired. How was I supposed to do this on my own let alone from scratch? Buff City Boys at least had a following when I got there, something to build off of. I have nothing...except two NHL players.

"You're good." Nico cut in, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward to be closer to us. "I listened to it with Jack a few times, your football episode was great."

Gnawing on the inside of my cheek, I met Nico's gaze. He had such expressive eyes, like every thought and feeling he's ever had has bled out of them. Certain and strong, he didn't waver when I helplessly stared at him for a moment.

"I stole your draft team," he added, dimple sinking into his cheek as he shyly smiled "and for the first time since I moved here I didn't come in last. I made it all the way to the SuperBowl."

I couldn't help but laugh picturing this European hockey player listening to my Fantasy Football breakdown episode and modeling his team after it. I bet Jack was furious, he looked like the type to reveal in his friends embarrassment.

"If you can fix his fantasy team, you can do anything."

The tv screen flashed as the Mets game began, and I sat there for a moment watching the starting lineup pop-up. Nico, pleased with his contributions settled back into the plush chair and propped his feet up on my coffee table. I could feel Jack's eyes on me though and I knew any second he'd be bugging for an answer.

"What do you get out of it?"

It wasn't technically an agreement but they could hear it in my voice because Nico's gaze shined with pride and Jack fist pumped just once before reclining back against the couch.

"Chicks dig guys with podcast." He smirked and I snorted in disbelief.

"Yeah ok, as if hockey player isn't already a bright red flag."

I saw him pout out of the corner of my eye, looking to Nico for backup who was watching us like we were his favorite sitcom. "We get to hang out with you," he said, "which would be fun. And I don't know how radio works either so that'd also be fun."

"Podcast isn't really radio." I replied, biting back a giggle.

"You know what I mean," He scoffed, "besides we need a smart friend, teach us to not be red flags or something."

I looked over at him, found him with big begging doe eyes and before I could second guess myself I said, "Okay, let's do it."

Jack and him high-fived, I returned to watching my favorite team on the TV and Jack tapped the top of my head in thanks. The three of us fell silent, comfortable in this new odd friendship and for the first time since I moved to Jersey I felt like I was home.

Nico broke the silence first. "Can you explain the pitches? Because like what?"

"Oh my god!" Jack huffed, pushing himself up from the couch and moving around the back to go dig around my kitchen most likely. I laughed, patting the cushion next to me and Nico was quick to settle in next to me.

"Don't listen to Jack, he's just mad that we have a better bullpen than the Yankees."

Nico's thigh pressed into the side of mine, warm even though the leggings I was wearing and I didn't stop myself from turning my knee towards him.

"Um hello?! We have Gerrit Cole!" Jack yelled from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes, snickering with Nico.

"Call me when the spider tack runs out and we'll talk about Cole."

Somewhere behind us Jack grumbled and muttered, saying god knows what and Nico just watched and listened.

Six elevators in the whole building and I got stuck with them. How lucky was I?

#nico hischier #new jersey devils #jack hughes #platonic jack hughes x reader #nico hischier x reader #only devils in the building au #nj devils #nico hischier fic #jack hughes fic

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bellezaycafe · 4 months

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Get Your Shit Together - Extra; a section of a DTS Episode.

Masterlist | Part 1

genre: 2024 Season AU

pairing: there will be romance but I haven't finalised who yet. platonic! oc x literally the whole grid.

warnings: lots swearing, major car accident, mentions of broken bones, blood and hospitals. A lot of shit happens.

context: Sadie, a 20 year old university student from Melbourne, decided to take a gap year and volunteer at 2 Formula One races in different countries.

Sadie's Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell (but you can visualise her however you want :) )

comments: READ CHAPTER FOUR BEFORE READING THIS. This is an extra and is not actually thaaaat vital to the story. I just know if this happened irl, DTS would 100% make an entire episode on it. This is gonna be so strange to write because DTS is a visual format but imma try for the cool perspective. You’re gonna need a good imagination.

*Drive to Survive theme and intro*

WILL BUXTON: Silverstone, the home of formula one.

LANDO NORRIS: It’s one of my favourite tracks, I love the support we get there.

BUXTON: Our hearts were in our mouths, in 2024. The title fight was ramping up!

CHARLES LECLERC: It was close.

CARLOS SAINZ: We were fighting, but it was horrific race.

BUXTON: It ended in shambles.

OSCAR PIASTRI: I mean, I was out in lap, 5 I think, it might’ve been 6.

BUXTON: No one expected five DNF’s.

LEWIS HAMILTON: I don’t know how it happened.

BUXTON: Let alone Lando’s accident.

NORRIS: I don’t remember much.

BUXTON: or the Mystery Medic.

*dramatic pause*

BUXTON: It was incredible, in a morbid way.

NORRIS: I was panicking

*onboard footage of moments after the crash, with radio subtitles*

NORRIS *onboard radio*: MY ANKLE, **** MY FOOT!

BUXTON: First, they catch Lando as he falls from the halo. He is in pain, and at one point you can hear him scream.

*onboard footage of the Mystery Medic catching Lando as he falls from the halo*

NORRIS: I knew it was my ankle or my foot. I’d never been in so much pain.

BUXTON: The medic starts to, essentially drag, Lando towards a safe section of the barrier. We could see that it was bad. We could see how much was relying on them and leaning on them, considering that he was taller than the medic.

PIASTRI: We could see that he wasn’t even letting it touch the ground.

NORRIS: “Keep it off the ground,” they told me. They didn’t have to, I was in too much pain anyway.

BUXTON: Then Sergio Perez approaches the accident.

TOTO WOLFF: There was debris everywhere, McLaren and Mercedes.

SERGIO PEREZ: I still do not know how I did not see it.

NORRIS: I didn’t know until I was on a stretcher.

BUXTON: You can see, if you watch the replay you can see, the moment the Mystery Medic hears Checo’s car.

*footage of the Mystery Medic turning their head towards the track*

BUXTON: Put the moment into slow motion, and you can see them make the choice.

*footage of the Mystery Medic putting both hands on Lando’s waist and switching to his right side*

BUXTON: To put yourself between a driver and a Formula One car? That’s either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.

HAMILTON: Brave.

WOLFF: Stupid.

BUXTON: Either way, I don’t think Drive to Survive can show what happened.

*footage of Perez’s Red Bull striking black and papaya debris*

BUXTON: The medic barely stumbled.

NORRIS: If I hadn’t have seen it afterwards, I wouldn’t have known. I don’t remember it happening.

BUXTON: It was horrifying! They were walking, and almost carrying Lando, with a piece of debris in their thigh.

NORRIS: I’ve watched the replay. It was headed straight for me.

BUXTON: Watching it live was… it was awful! But you couldn’t look away.

*footage of everyone in the McLaren garage watching screens with various expressions of terror*

BUXTON: You had to know if they were going to make it.

NORRIS: They saved my life. Racing is my life, and if that debris had hit my leg? We don’t know what damage it could have done.

BUXTON: But there’s a reason we call them the Mystery Medic, and it may be a feat just as incredible. They did the impossible.

*seperate shots of Sir Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen placed side by side*

BUXTON: Lewis and Max worked together. They put their rivalry aside and worked together to keep the Mystery Medic a secret and we have no idea why.

MAX VERSTAPPEN and HAMILTON *in unison*: I’m not going to comment on that.

BUXTON: We don’t know their name. We don’t know who they are, where they’re from, or how they’re doing now.

*another dramatic pause*

BUXTON: It’s like they never existed.

#f1 #f1 fic #formula 1 #formula one #max verstappen #lando norris #f1 x oc #f1 imagine #lewis hamilton #will buxton

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Would a Body Swap Rise/2012 crossover be better with only The Boys being body swapped across dimensions, or would it be better if all characters were? Or just The Boys and Splinters?

Because on one hand, if it's just The Boys then I think 2012 Splinter would notice These Aren't My Sons' Souls right away and get things jumpstarted

On the other hand... it'd be really funny for 2012 Splinter to wake up short and round and Danny Devito Shaped while Rise Splints wakes up tall as shit

"HA-HA! I AM FINALLY TALLER THAN MY SONS AGAIN! LOOK AT ME, WOW RED YOU EXPERIENCE THIS ALWAYS?! HA-HA, YOU ARE SO TINY NOW!"

"My sons... please help me to reach the countertop. I have tried climbing onto a chair, yes. I could not make it up."

Anyway, 2012 Raph suddenly being the tallest would make him insufferable, and when he discovers this body has Mystic Powers to become even BIGGER he's just a menace. He does however keep hitting his head on everything and knocking stuff over because he's not used to such Width. Muscle memory shocks him when the body instinctually reacts with Hugs to his brothers having a bad time, and how it's clearly common because the body holds at just the right angle to none of the spikes or sharp edges of his shell jab his brother. It's kinda nice.

Meanwhile Rise Raph is trying to adjust to being a whole foot shorter and way less wide. He keeps reaching for things he should be able to grab easily and realizing he needs to lean way over to grab it. Leo keeps patting him on the head like he's a dog. he doesn't dislike it except for the smugness Leo does it with. Muscle Memory keeps affecting all of them and they first learn this when Raph by The Body's Instinct slaps one of them on the back of the head. He promptly bursts into tears about it.

Rise Donnie revels in being the tallest now and Is A Problem about it, but the tooth gap irritates him to no end, he can't stop running his tongue over it. He discovers tech is WAY harder to get in this universe as well and is horrified by how he must work with things like Manhole Covers and scraps, and even more horrified to find out how much Muscle Memory this body has in regards to navigating the military junkyard (not because he fees bad for 2012 but because this scrapyard isn't even that good but the muscle memory implies this is the best place to get tech here and it's all he has to work with and he hates it).

2012 Donnie is in candyland and fucking loves this giant lab with tech that The Kraang could only wish they had a d when he discovers the mystic tech powers? He passes out. He's probably having the best time of everyone (when they're not pressuring him to work faster on getting them back to their own bodies). He knows that since Memories have a physical makeup in brains they should technically be able to remember things these bodies have done and thought, but there's a spiritual block so they can't access any actual memories. He finds he stims a lot more in this body and actually rather enjoys it.

Rise Mikey is delighted by the muscle memory breakdancing he can get up to in the 2012 universe, yet horrified by the things this body seems to be used to eating. He almost eats a Trash Pizza Slice with ants on it, pauses, realizes, and throws up. He decides the best thing he can do for this Other Mikey is train the body how to cook well. Ice Cream Kitty knows it's not her Mikey so she's sad but she doesn't dislike Rise, she just misses her bestie. Rise is so relieved by the never-ending chains on the nunchucks, though definitely confused how they never end since this universe doesn't seem to have Mystic Powers.

2012 Mikey thinks the art on his shell is awesome and loves that he finds a closet with turtlenecks and art stuff. He steps into the kitchen one day and by sheer muscle memory cooks an artisanal meal and everyone is blown away. He thinks he got the best body out of everyone and he has fire powers now! Which is concerning to everyone and he does set things on fire regularly. Good thing the Donnie Body here seems to be prepped for that because the first time it happens The Battle Shell opens up and puts out the fire, which causes a new panic because DONNIE YOUR SHELL WHAT HAPPENED WHY IS IT METAL- oh good it's a covering AHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY'S YOUR SHELL SOFT AHHHHHHHHHHH

Rise Leo doesn't like 2012's body one bit, especially the larger feet. He also hates not being able to teleport. And his muscle memory has him Naruto Running across buildings. He's having a bad time, he hates this. Space Heroes is cool though he likes Space Heroes. He's trying to get Donnie to figure out how to bring the show back to their dimension. He's also so surprised by how Meditation is one of the body's first instincts when in the dojo, and by how many super formal moves it knows. He does enjoy getting to brag about it and pretending to be Old and Wise to his brothers while running through the motions of these katas he doesn't even know the names of.

2012 Leo is just. So confused. He keeps posing. He keeps lounging. He sleeps in way more. This body walks with a more casual gait. Fascinating. And a little weird and uncomfortable and scary. He's trying to enjoy it but he's not sure how he feel about it. He loves the portals/teleportation, though when he discovers one of the main ways this body uses them is throwing one katana to teleport to it he knows he must keep this fact from Raph as long as possible because Raph has never let him live down the "A ninja never throws their weapon!" thing.

Anyway I don't think I'd swap April, Casey (who'd be swapped with Cassandra and not Casey Jr), or the villains because someone needs to notice The Boys are acting unlike themselves, and if The Splinters are swapped too that doesn't leave a ton of options. If I did, though, we all know 2012 Casey said he kinda enjoyed being a girl, so he'd be pretty happy with his situation, especially since with the muscle memory he's also a ninja now.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2k12 #rottmnt #tmnt crossover

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ihavethedreamies · 1 month

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Grape | Renjun

Hwang Renjun - NCT Dream

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~1.5k

Pairing: Renjun x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Soft Dom! Renjun (Barely there), Oral (M! Receiving), Couch Sex, Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: You have an…intriguing way of eating grapes…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, and this is the shortest one…sorry.

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

🍉 Mark 🍉

🍌 Jeno 🍌

🍒 Haechan 🍒

🍑 Jaemin 🍑

🍓 Chenle 🍓

🍍 Jisung 🍍

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

You loved grapes but were extremely picky with them. They had to be hard and crunchy, if they were even slightly squishy, you wouldn't eat it. This was annoying for your boyfriend because he could get them for you and then you might reject them due to improper firmness. This was mostly before you two were dating, and he could pick them out good after nearly two months of getting it wrong. He had learned. The only problem? You ate them way too fast. Not that you got a stomach ache, it’s just you could down a whole bag of them in like two days if he didn't make you pace it out. It was a warm spring day, around 3pm, you had the windows open to air the apartment out after cleaning. He came home to you sitting on the couch in just a tank top, panties, and sneakers. That's how he knew you had cleaned. You were flipping through YouTube on the TV, an empty box of cheese whales laying on the couch cushion next to you.

"You hungry, pretty girl?" Renjun smiled, placing the grocery bags on the counter. You made a general positive grunt, and he pulled the grapes out of a bag and your face lit up.

"Help me put these away first." He chuckled when you groaned but got up to do so. You were normally a stickler for no shoes in the apartment, but your feet hurt without shoes when you cleaned, so you had a pair just for that exact task. Renjun had a hard time not watching your cute little butt, covered only by purple panties, jogging around the kitchen as you put groceries away. Your tank top was tight, making it obvious you weren't in a bra, and he had to force his gaze away from you. Even the way the end of your hair, up in a high ponytail, dangled over your shoulders was distracting him. You were none the wiser. Once everything else was put away, he led you back to the couch, holding the bag up for you to follow like you were some kind of animal…it worked though. Your boyfriend was not exactly tall for a man, especially compared to his friends, but he was still almost half a foot taller than you. Because of this, when he held the bag of grapes above his head as high as possible, you couldn't reach them.

"Renjun!" you scolded, and he laughed, relenting when he felt your breasts squish against his chest as you tried to reach your snack. You were about to become a snack, if you didn't stop tempting him. Not that you were trying. You shoved the empty box of cheese crackers out of the way, the blue box flying pitifully off the couch and onto the floor. Renjun sighed, too lazy to deal with it right then, so he rested back onto the couch with you. You had slipped your sneakers off, socked feet resting on the edge of the cushion, knees to your chest. He tried not to straight out stare at you as you popped the green little orbs into your mouth, one by one. You were so cute when your cheeks were puffed up, staring enthralled at the video you had pulled up. He barely was even paying attention to the man in the video, making an instrument out of a squash to play a song with it.

"Ah, fuck." You clicked your tongue. You had gotten ambitious and tried to put too many grapes in your mouth, one of them slipping past your lips, tumbling to fall right between your tits. Renjun was quicker than either of you thought possible. Before you could pick the fruit up off your skin, he had leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the grape, barely grazing your skin and he pulled back up like what he just did was normal. You blinked at him, and he was fighting back a laugh, trying to stay cool and confident. When your brain registered what he did, you sneered.

"Grape stealer…" You grumbled and this made him laugh, nearly choking on the grape he was still chewing. Rolling your eyes, you went back to the video, your attention getting caught as his hand reached to pluck a grape from the vine. Your bewildered stare followed his hand and he smirked, holding the little green ball between his teeth. Sucking it in, he just held it in his cheek.

"Bitch-" You started, and he huffed.

"Come and get it then~" Renjun laughed when you shoved the bag away, to the other end of the couch, climbing onto him. You straddled your lap and at first you were going to pry his mouth open like he was a puppy chewing on a rock, but his hands came to your hips, pulling you down against him. You froze, feeling his half-hard cock straining against his jeans, rubbing against your barely covered cunt. That changed your entire approach. Sniffing, trying to appear unaffected, you instead leaned down, sealing your lips over his. He immediately let your tongue enter and you reached in to try and find the fruit. Your tongue hit it, wrapping around it as well as his tongue so you could pull it back into your mouth. Once you had retrieved your bounty, you pulled away, saliva dripped from your lips and you chewed on the grape, sitting smugly on his lap. Instantly, pretty, sweet Renjun was gone, a harder look crossing his face. Your core clenched at the demeanor shift, your smug look disappearing, body deflating a bit. Your fingers messed with the end of his sweat shirt as he nuzzled your neck, starting to kiss and suck there. You shivered with a mewl, fingers dancing down to the zipper of his pants.

"You thirsty now, pretty?"

"Hm." You hummed sheepishly and he leaned back into the couch, his hands leaving you. You took the signal and scrambled off his lap to kneel on the floor before him, eagerly unzipping his jeans to grab his fully hard cock. Your mouth watered, craving him way more than you ever would the grapes. When your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, starting to take him into your mouth, he realized why you eating the grapes got to him so much. You sucked them into your mouth just like you were sucking his dick. He licked his lips, a slight bit of the juice still lingering.

"Good girl~" He praised as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat and you moaned in reply. Renjun rested his hand on your head as it bobbed, your hands wrapping around what didn't fit in your mouth. Your mouth had been watering already since the grapes were a bit sour, like you liked them, and so you were slathering him and your face with drool. You were a mess, and it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.

"Okay, up." He grew impatient and led you to get up off the floor.

"But!" You tried to protest, but with a great deal more strength than you knew he had, he hauled you up by the elbow and your back hit the couch. Renjun was too eager to even bother taking your tank off, so he just shoved it up and over your breasts, so they were revealed to him. Seeing you half-clothed like that normally didn't do anything for him since it was your cleaning clothes, but you were driving him crazy. Your hands scrambled at his shoulders, desperately gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt and he huffed before yanking it off. He didn't know why you cared so much, it’s not liked he looked like Jeno or Jaemin. You let out a long whine as your hands skated over his smooth skin and he was tired of waiting. Your boyfriend simply pulled your panties to the side, he was not strong enough to rip them off, and you would kill him for doing that anyway. Your breath left you in a loud gasp as he buried his cock inside you all at once. Your cunt burned pleasantly at the rapid stretch, your legs shivering at Renjun's sides. He watched you, licking his lips, as your tits bounced with each hard thrust he delivered. Your head was thrown back, hair spread over the couch cushion, hands rested on his torso at his ribs.

"R-Ren~!" You cried in delight as he hauled your legs up and over his elbows and rolled his hips even harder. He loved the gasping moans he was forcing out of you. As he felt himself getting closer to the edge, his thumb landed on your clit, and he felt your cunt clench his cock harder.

"-j-jun!" Your voice was getting hoarse, not holding any noises back.

"Cum, pretty." He pressed his thumb harder, and you fell over the edge, your pulsing walls milking his cock as he fucked his cum into you. When he finally stilled, you mewled with each panting breath.

"Gotta get you grapes more often~" Renjun chuckled, and you huffed.

"Rather have you instead."

🍉 Mark 🍉

🍌 Jeno 🍌

🍒 Haechan 🍒

🍑 Jaemin 🍑

🍓 Chenle 🍓

🍍 Jisung 🍍

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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bakugo w a quiet reader?? :D

Like the reader is always silent in class and just sits in the corner n stuff

If youd like me to change anything about what ive written, such as readers pronouns, etc, be sure to lmk! I absolutely do not mind editing it to suit you better!

i made some edits also! reader is gn in this story and doesnt get referred to as specific pronouns, so it can be an x male or x fem reader story as well :)

Masterlist <3;3

Bakugou x Quiet!GN!Reader - Too Good For The Rest Of Us?

He always wondered why you were so quiet during class. It was like you weren't even there. You sit alone in class, alone again at lunch, alone during breaks, and again, alone, you walk back to your dorms, where you spend the majority of your time in your room.

You probably spend all of your time in there shut away in the dark, he thinks, but he doesn't care. You're starting to piss him off with your 'holier than thou' attitude. What makes you so much better than the rest of them that even talking to your classmates serves as no interest to you.

You bet he's gonna call out your bullshit in front of the whole class, but as soon as the bell rings, signifying the end of class, he turns to you and you're already gone. What in the...?!

Whatever. He'll just come to you, then.

He huffs quietly as he collects his stuff together and quickly as he makes his way to the dorms and straight to your door, not even stopping at his own room to drop off his bag and blazer as his spiky blonde hair bounces with each step he takes closer to your room.

Meanwhile you sit on your bed with your laptop, typing away furiously in order to complete the assignment that you were very behind on, struggling to understand what it all means. Look, it's not your fault that words just don't stick with you as easily as they probably should.

It doesn't help that you really lacked the confidence to make friends, so you had noone to ask for help when things became a struggle. Your thoughts are harshly interrupted by a quick and thunderous knock on the door, startling you and almost sending your laptop crashing to the floor in your sudden panic.

"U-Uh-... Gimme- gimme a sec..."

You curse yourself internally for stutterring like that. Heroes don't stutter like frightened children. How idiotic.

You open the door looking dishevelled and unorganised, and your classmate probably thinks you look like a dumbass right now, but you press on, refusing to meet the angry blonde's eyes.

He's confused by this, having expected some rude or overconfident remark from you for almost knocking your damned door off its hinges, but when he's met with nothing but a shy and quiet "uh- what can I do for you, Bakugou?...", he's left feeling very much confused, and very much like an idiot.

"Uh-"

For the first time ever, you see him thrown for a loop, but he carries on with the same arrogance and annoyance as before, but not as much conviction. Especially since, damn, you're like a half a foot taller than him. He's never actually been this close to you before, but man, you're tall.

"What's up with that attitude? What? Think you're too good to entertain us with your presence, hah?!"

"N-no! That's not it at all-...

You're cut short by your own yelp as someone a few doors down opens their door and you grab Katsuki's hand to drag him into your room, slamming the door shut to hide. You breathe a sigh of relief until you remember the fuming blonde about a meter away from you, his cheeks burning as he rips his hand out of your now loosened grasp. You find it a little bit funny when he has to tilt his head up to meet your eyes. Just a little bit.

"What the fuck are you-MPH--"

Your hand is over his mouth in seconds as he starts to yell, panicked and begging with your eyes as you tell him not to be so loud, making the blush on his face even worse at your proximity.

"Look, I don't like to draw attention... I know you probably think it's lame, but I don't handle being talked to very well... I'm getting there... okay? I know I can't still feel this way and be a hero, i'm working on it... but for now, could you please bare with me? I really am sorry, Bakugou..."

The boy may be impulsive and brash, but he's not a horrible person, and he scoffs but gives you a curt nod, able to see your anxiety for what it is. He still thinks it's stupid, of course, but it's not his problem so he doesn't bother meddling with it.

His eyes dart around your obviously dark room, your lights off except for the fairy lights on your headboard and your laptop, which holds your own assignment.

"Tch, what? Struggling with the assignment? That was piss-easy, so if you're struggling you really must be dumb..."

You stand in the middle of your room, dumbfounded by the quite frankly rude remark, not realising that he's using it as an excuse to help you out, the blonde sitting down in your bed without permission and typing on the keyboard like he would if he were helping out Eijirou or Denki.

"You know, what you've written already isn't half bad, just stop waffling. You take too long to complete your sentences and you end up digressing. Stop that, it's stupid."

You're still equally as confused as you were earlier, if not more, but you shake your head and just think to not question it. Bakugou does what Bakugou pleases and if you want to keep your face then you'd best let him to his own devices.

You can't say you don't appreciate the help though, so when later that evening, after Bakugou had left and it was now dinnertime, you present him with freshly made spicy soba, he looks at you in mild surprise and gruffly, awkwardly takes your gift and drrags you into his room to finish it with him.

You could've never imagined him doing anything like this at the beginning of the year, but you now realise how much he's grown as a hero since then, and that inspires you just a little bit. You don't let him know that, though.

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zorrasucia · 10 months

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Yes, I do the cooking; yes, I do the cleaning.

Carmy x Reader (The Bear FX)

Tags: Set sometime after The Bear opens, Baby's first x reader fic - please be nice, Smut, Porn without plot, Porn with feelings, Oral sex (F receiving), P in V sex

Summary: Carmy looks distractingly hot when he cleans.

It had been a long day. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, cursing the shiny, new, black shoes you were wearing. You had been so proud when Nat had complimented them earlier but after a whole day of carrying plates in and out of the kitchen you were regretting even buying them. Thankfully, the day was over. The front of the house was dark and empty, while the back was still lit up but weirdly quiet.

"Yo, cousin, it's late," Richie called from the lockers where you were both getting your things. "I swear that stain will still be there in the morning!"

"Almost done!" Carmy yelled back.

Richie rolled his eyes. "Can you believe this guy?"

You chuckled. You could.

"I'll see if I can convince him," you offered and Richie huffed.

"Well, good fucking luck with that," he did a salute in your direction, grabbed his backpack and left.

You walked to the back of the kitchen.

"Carmy?"

He didn't respond. You could hear the rhythmic sound of him scrubbing the floor and followed it.

You found him kneeling, his chef's whites gone, leaving him in his t-shirt and slacks. Your eyes wandered to his arms, the way they flexed as he kept on scrubbing, the sleeves almost too tight. You had all seen him like that a few times, completely focused on cleaning, not caring even a bit that he was CDC, obsessed with keeping the place pristine. Privately, you had wondered about the state of his knees and whether his arms looked like that because of scrubbing alone.

"New shoes?" Carmy asked, his eyes darting to the ground under you.

"Don't get me started," you let out a pained sigh and he chuckled.

"Heard, Chef," he replied with a smile. You stared; he looked young and pretty when he smiled.

He kept scrubbing. His hair was messy - well, messier than usual - a few strands falling in front of his face and moving as he cleaned. You caught yourself thinking about how he'd look like that, hovering above you, his exhale on your skin...

"Come on, Carmy," you said, interrupting your own train of thought. There had been electricity between you two for weeks but it felt a little wrong to think of him that way. "Everyone's gone already."

"Told you," he insisted. "I'm almost done. You can go ahead."

You sighed. "Fine."

Was there even anyone waiting for him at home? Your heart swelled with tenderness for Carmy. Without realizing, you reached out to touch his hair, to fix the strands that had fallen out of place, running your fingers through the length of it. He looked up, his blue eyes wide with surprise. His gaze went from your face down your body, lingering on your lips, the slight v of your shirt and that bit where your skirt ended and black tights started showing.

"Sorry. I- sorry," your hand stayed there, cupping the side of his head. And he didn't move away either, if anything he leaned slightly into the touch.

"It's good," he replied, still on his knees. Slowly, he turned his head and kissed your palm. You inhaled sharply. "It's all good," he repeated, more warmth to his tone.

He got up on his feet, his hands cupped your face carefully. He was just and inch or two taller than you, enough that you had to arch your neck a little to kiss him. His lips were soft and pliant, his breath tickled your cheek. His hands moved to your waist, bringing you closer together, his tongue moved slowly against yours.

"I didn't plan this," you said against his lips when you paused to catch your breath.

"Neither did I," he laughed, his face was flushed and beautiful. "I wasn't sure- I wasn't sure if you wanted me."

"I do. A lot," you smiled. "I'm surprised you didn't catch me staring at you. I thought I was being so obvious," you added, wanting to add to the red of his blush.

He arched an eyebrow. "Wh- When-?"

It was your turn to blush, you averted his gaze. "You look very hot when you clean," you admitted.

"Fuck off!"

He laughed, a proper laugh, carefree and open, his eyes crinkling a little. You had only ever seen him laugh like that a couple of times. It made you a little proud to be the cause of it.

"What? You do," you insisted.

"What's hot about it?" he humored you.

"I don't know," you shrugged. "You're so focused. And your arms- You look strong," you cleared your throat. "And when you're on your knees-" you stopped.

"You like that?" he asked earnestly.

You nodded.

He studied you, head tilted. You recognized that look. When there was a problem that needed solving in the restaurant or when he was assessing the ingredients of the walk-in to plan a meal, he did that face.

"Alright," he said after a while.

He knelt back down, his hands never leaving you, tracing a sinuous path from your waist down your hips and thighs. His face looking up made your heart beat faster. You caressed his cheek with your thumb, gently. He closed his eyes, a content smile playing on his lips. So you kept doing circles on his skin, your thumb grazing the edge of his cheekbone and the corner of his mouth. A little tilt of his head and suddenly he was kissing your thumb - then sucking on it. It was sensual, slow, worse than you could have ever imagined. He let go of your finger and then his hands pulled you gently so that he was kneeling right in front of you.

"Carmy," you pleaded.

"Is this okay?" he ran his fingers up and down your legs, tickling behind your knees, making you shiver.

"Yes," you laughed nervously. "It's okay."

"Okay," he repeated with a smile.

And he started kissing. Your knee, your calf, the inside of your leg - he took your shoes off as he went. Then his hands moved up, underneath your skirt, anchoring at the elastic of your tights. Your hand was now on the nape of his neck, tangling in his curls, scrunching out the gel. He pulled down your tights, his lovely hands caressing every inch of skin on the way down. You hummed at the feeling.

"I really like your hands," you said.

"Yeah?" Carmy huffed - his exhale on your skin sent a shiver down your spine. "Is it the tattoos?"

"Mmm," you hummed. "Yeah. I think I'd still like them without the tattoos, though."

You took his hands from the back of your thighs, really feeling them, the callouses and veins, the long fingers - and guided them up again, hiking your skirt up, hovering above your underwear. He followed your lead, taking it off, leaving you bare and grabbing handfuls of skin as he did. He had been careful so far but he grew desperate. Before you knew it, his hands were on your ass and his face was on your belly, taking deep inhales, like he couldn't get enough. His face went lower and lower, like he was melting into you. He reached the place between your hips and you gasped. You were just about to say some breathy quip about not expecting guests and maybe apologizing for not doing housekeeping but he seemed happy enough with what he found, kissing all over, humming against your skin. You writhed in his hold.

"Still good?" he asked, his mouth dangerously close to where you needed him most. Your nails scratched at his scalp.

"Jesus, Carmen," you moaned. "Yes, good. So good."

And he proceeded to devour you. His tongue was eager between your folds, his nose kept bumping over and over against your clit, his knees where wedged between your legs to keep them open enough. One of your hands played with your breasts over your shirt while the other was intertwined with one of Carmy's, keeping you anchored.

"Fuuuuuck," you moaned. His hand held tighter to yours, reassuring that he wasn't going anywhere. You weren't quite sure how he was breathing, his face was so deeply buried into you. He shook his head slightly and you screamed. "Don't stop. Please- Don't- Carmy," you begged nonsensically.

He picked up the pace, his tongue relentless and his face shaking wildly - his nose on your clit was making you see stars. You barely contained the impulse to outright grind against his beautiful face.

"I'm so fucking close, please," you could hardly recognize your voice as you moaned louder and came harder than you ever had.

Your knees buckled under you, and Carmy held on with strong arms, lowering you gently onto his lap until you were both kneeling on the floor. You circled his shoulders with your arms, breathing hard.

When you finally came down from your high, you shifted in his embrace to look at him. He was staring at you in wonder, his face an absolute mess. You kissed him with all your might, with all the months of pining and weeks of not knowing. His tongue tasted tangy but the way he was humming into your mouth and holding you close made you feel you were the best thing he had eaten in that kitchen.

You kept on kissing for a while and he seemed content to just let you catch your breath even though you could feel him achingly hard inside his trousers.

"Please tell me you have a condom in your pocket," you said half-joking. You didn't want to move or let go of him, and you needed him inside you.

"I really didn't think I'd need one today," he chuckled, kissing your neck, making a sinful path down to your collarbone, working the buttons of your shirt until you were only wearing your bra. You thanked your lucky stars that it was a black lace number that made him widen his eyes and bite his lip. "Jesus."

You blushed under his gaze. "Your turn," you prompted, tugging at his shirt, feeling him solid under your palms.

He got rid of his shirt and your eyes wandered over the muscle on his arms and shoulders. He was broad - broader than he looked under his clothes and you wanted to touch all of him, to rake your nails on his strong back.

"I have condoms in my bag," you heaved. "I'm not sure I can stand right now though."

"I'll go," he offered. He kissed your cheek and carefully put you on your back. "I'll be right back."

You sighed and closed your eyes. He was quick to return, the moment you opened your eyes he was hovering above you, his hair tickling your forehead.

"I thought about this," you blurted out in your fucked out state.

"Really?"

You had never seen him smile as much as he had in the past hour. You felt adored and precious.

"A little," you shrugged, faking indifference, but you opened your legs wide to let him get closer. "Wondered how you'd look from this angle."

"So?" he prompted.

You were encased between his arms, everywhere you looked there was sculpted, tattooed skin. It was thrilling and comforting - fitting for Carmy, for the contradictions he contained.

"It's a very nice view," you replied, biting on your lip. Your hands traveled south, helping him out of his trousers, then palming him over his boxer briefs. He growled.

"Can I-" he showed you the condom he had retrieved from your bag. "I just feel that if you keep doing that I'm not going to last."

"Carm, you can do literally anything you want right now," your voice was breathy. He could. Not that he'd abuse that privilege - you trusted him so fucking much it scared you sometimes.

He got rid of his underwear and rolled the condom on. Next time, you would take a good look - and have a taste if he was into that.

"Should I be worried about whoever you were planning on using this with?" he asked tossing away the condom wrapper. His voice was small and it disarmed you.

"There's no one else," you reassured him, running your fingers through the hair on his temples. "I just like to be prepared."

"I do like that about you," his hands were gentle as he grabbed your knees and opened your legs wider. "Like so much about you."

You would ask later, right now you were occupied with the feeling of him lining up against your entrance, teasing just enough, then going all the way in one slow, delicious thrust.

"Oh, God," you mewled.

"You feel-" he moved back then forwards again, slow, torturous, making you writhe on the floor. "Jesus, fuck!"

He started moving faster, his hair dancing just how you imagined, but this was better than any of your intrusive fantasies. You could actually feel the expanse of his back under your hands, dig your nails in it as his rhythm built up. The sound of his moans and the slap of skin on skin turned you on even more. The feeling of his breath on your lips made you feel like you were about to leave your own body from pleasure alone. Your ankles locked behind him, keeping him near.

"Are you- Are you close?" his question was followed by an animalistic growl. One of your hands started circling your clit, echoing his rhythm - you wanted to come with him. Every thrust dug into the depths of you and took your breath away.

"So close," your moans sounded in unison. "So close, Carmy."

You came in a blur of white and warmth. As soon as you started fluttering against him, he followed. He kept going messily until your moans of pleasure turned into slow purrs of contentment. He collapsed on top of you and you held him close to your chest, caressing his hair and his back. He slipped out of you and you immediately missed the feeling of him.

"I'll fuck you on the counter as soon as I can get up again," he promised.

You rubbed your thighs together in anticipation.

"Please do."

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stars-tonight · 2 months

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rating haikyū!! characters based on how much I'd like to date them

slowly starting to realize that I'm the problem. . .

hinata shōyō: 5/10

I'm like 5'3 which is SHORTER than hinata so ig it could serve as an ego boost for him

no but how would we ever reach anything on the top shelf 😭

although I guess he could just jump for it??

very high-energy all the time and I honestly don't think I'd be able to keep up with him

kageyama tobio: 8/10

jeez idk on this one

we'd either get along really well or he'd hate my guts

like hey, you're socially awkward, I'm socially anxious

he's too good at volleyball and it'd make me feel inferior

if he's not motivated to learn English idk how this is gonna work

running around in the snow and throwing snowballs at each other 🥺

tsukishima kei: 8/10

I feel like hanging mirrors would be a big problem

he's a whole foot taller than me

I like the low energy vibes and the appreciation for music though

like imagine walks together where we share playlists with each other??

hopefully his saltiness and intelligence can rub off on me

nishinoya yū: 4.5/10

he's shorter than me help 😭

the top shelf would never get used

a little too energetic for me

although I would LOVE to learn the Rolling Thunder

he's kind of a wanderer and I think I’d prefer stability especially later in life

probably would not work out

sugawara kōshi: 8/10

baking dates??

I feel like he'd be so sweet and attentive as a partner

a bit of a troll which I need in my life

hopefully he doesn't lecture me cause I'm a sensitive little sh--

oikawa tōru: 10/10

I'll let myself be self-indulgent here because I love him too much

I just want to hug him and tell him he's worked hard and he's done so well

I have trouble with words but I feel like with him they'd just flow so easily

vulnerability is beautiful and I'd be so honored if he could be himself around me

amusement park dates!! I feel like he’d pretend to be all cool but shriek so loud when we get to the top

kozume kenma: 9/10

we're both extra introverted so I feel like we could just hang out in his room while he plays games and I read and be perfectly content

writing love notes and leaving them for each other throughout the house 🥺

hear me out, escape room dates??

but also how would either of us be able to get along in society

we'd stay up until 5 am together 😭

on second thought maybe we're a little TOO similar for a romantic relationship. . .

kuroo tetsurō: 8/10

also almost too tall

can he tutor me in chemistry 😭

I know he likes dogs but I’m dragging him with me to cat cafes

ushijima wakatoshi: 7.5/10

also really tall

I'm lowkey scared of him

I feel like he'd be a really traditional and calm partner, both qualities that I appreciate

I think he's like formal but also private when it comes to dates

I just feel like I'd always have to take the initiative and honestly I get really lazy and shouldn't be trusted to plan anything so maybe we just wouldn't end up going on any dates lmao

probably wouldn't work out if I'm gonna be honest

akaashi keiji: 10/10

this guy is boyfriend material

he can memorize all 37 of my weaknesses

I don’t think I have to explain why this guy would be great as a partner

book store dates!!

bokuto kōtarō: 5/10

also too energetic for me

bokuto deserves someone patient and cheerful and I am neither

I'm pretty stoic and have an RBF so if he's in emo mode idk how I'd be able to cheer him up

but I think life would never be boring with him around

miya atsumu: 7.5/10

I like atsumu well enough but I'm honestly super neutral about dating him

like I feel like it could work but there's also people I’d click with more

idk there's really no thoughts in my brain when I think about him in a romantic way

miya osamu: 7/10

I'm a REALLY picky eater so I could never go on food dates or help him with his restaurant

although he IS a little calmer than his brother

also like atsumu, someone that I never thought about dating

suna rintarō: 8.5/10

I think he’s a good height (in between ‘the high shelf would never be used’ and ‘the mirror is problematic’)

he's a phone addict, I'm a phone addict, we'd get along splendidly

I feel like a relationship with him would be pretty chill and lowkey

I don't do well with fancy and formal so that's perfect

late-night stargazing 🥺

kita shinsuke: 7/10

dude I'd be lowkey scared of him

he's just so productive?? and structured in his daily life

like I wish I was that organized but no I'll be staying up until 4 or 5 am on school nights just wasting my life away

I'm too much of a wreck for him

kita deserves better ☠️

sakusa kiyoomi 7.5/10

hmm

I'm a clean freak about some things but also horrendously messy about others so I don't even think he'd like me

isn't he also really tall

why does he not feel tall 😭

like with tsukishima and kuroo you FEEL like they're tall while with suna and sakusa you just know they're tall because the wiki tells you

in my mind sakusa is like 5'9 lmao

hoshiumi kōrai: 7/10

same deal as with hinata and nishinoya

he's a little too short for us to live a practical life

no thoughts about him romantically either

hirugami sachirō: 7.5/10

unfortunately I don't know much about him

but he's going to be a vet!! and I love animals

we will definitely raise cats

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