HEIGHT CHART HEIGHT CHAAAAAARRTTTT
I love the S11 designs simply because they’re all distinct
I was initially going to wait until I finished the pre-designs as well but I am impatient sooOooooooo, also going to do individual refs for each of the ninja because my brain needs a guide to follow
Height stuff (and individual pics) under the cut
Jay - 5’6
Kai (minus the hair) - 5’8
Lloyd - 5’8.5 (Idk just a lil taller than Kai. Personally I think it’s the Dragoni genes that progressively make him taller. I think post-merge he becomes taller than Nya.)
Nya - 5’9
Cole - 6’2
Wu - 6’3 (Minus the hat and horns)
Pixal - 6’4
Zane - 6’5
I’m gonna go pass away now
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Thought of you
Gojo really likes your dress.
gojo x reader.
cw: smut, light choking, scratching, breeding kink? i guess, moves that might be slightly... not possible
“I like this dress,” Gojo murmured into your neck, piercing you from behind with deep, languid thrusts.
“Thanks,” you managed breathlessly as your palms pressed onto the mirror in front of you. With how hard he was gripping your hips, you were surprised that it wasn’t ripping at the seams. “I thought of you when I bought it.”
Gojo’s hips stuttered and he paused, leaning forward before turning your head so that he could look you in the eyes. “What?”
Ah, shit. He wasn’t supposed to know that part.
“O-oh, nothing,” you manage to stutter, embarrassment flooding your cheeks. You attempted to thrust your hips back against him to encourage him to keep going, but his hands pressed you down into the counter, keeping you so firmly in place at the edge that it stung your skin. You bit your lip as his sharp gaze never left yours, crystal blue eyes making you nervous. Clenching around him, you couldn’t help but look away; that, apparently, was not acceptable to him — God, in what world would his ego let that slide? — and he gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“T-Toru—ah!” Whatever pathetic excuse or deflection that you were trying to stammer out in that moment was quickly interrupted by a deep thrust, one that made you take every inch of him, and you knew you were at his mercy.
“y/n.”
And with that, the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could even think to stop them. “I bought this dress because it reminded me of your eyes.”
His expression went blank for a second, but before you could blink, he pulled out of you, flipped you over and lifted you in his right arm easily, desperate lips connecting with yours. You let out a squeal of surprise as you instinctually wrapped your legs around his and your back hit the cool tile behind you. Your left hand tangled in his hair and pulled tightly while the right scratched at his back to the point you knew he would have marks in the morning. Quickly using his free hand to realign himself, he thrust into you deeply, a moan leaving both of you as he set a frantic pace, pounding perfectly at your sweet spot. “Fucking hell, y/n,” he panted as he used his left hand to grip at your throat and squeeze lightly, “you’re gonna make me fuck a baby into you, I fucking swear.”
That was it. That was it. His name, disguised as a broken moan, escaped you and you shattered in his arms, wave after wave of ecstasy tumbling through your veins as his brutal thrusts only continued, coaxing out every last drop of your orgasm.
“S-Shit, you’re so fucking tight when you cum, I swear,” he practically whimpered as you clenched around him, on the precipice of finishing himself. He released your throat and placed both hands on your hips as his thrusts got harder and faster than you thought to be possible. After a few seconds, his breath quickened and he buried his face into your neck. “Too fucking good—so fucking good to me. Fuck, I’m gonna cum—F-Fuck!”
You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of him pulsing inside you as he groaned against your skin, biting at the supple skin as he tried to silence himself a bit. The bathroom you had escaped to suddenly felt very quiet, noise absent outside of your heavy breathing intermingling.
“Whatever you want,” he murmured against your pulse, placing a tender kiss by the surely forming bite marks. “In that color, whatever you fucking want sweetheart.”
a/n: i was high as shit when i wrote this sorry. also i think this is hotter when you hate each other but can't stop fucking
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