Thinking about how Ben kinda stood on his toes during the kiss, then Cal hunched his shoulders down to like…GET MORE INTO THE KISS…
Perfection. Glorious perfection. 🤌
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Thinking about how Ben kinda stood on his toes during the kiss, then Cal hunched his shoulders down to like…GET MORE INTO THE KISS…
Perfection. Glorious perfection. 🤌
Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Sam x Reader height!kink drabble where the reader is 5'0? Tysm! 💕
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Tall, like they’d grown up by some sort of nuclear plant - that was how you liked ‘em. When you were minding your own business at the local dive bar was when you least expected the actual man of your dreams to walk up and squat on the stool beside you. You watched him for most of the night, eyes glancing in the direction of his long, slender fingers, attached to giant hands. You knew before you even saw him standing up, he was tall.
“I’m Y/N.” You finally tipped back enough burning liquid to build up the balls to say hello.
“Sam.” He smiled quickly, then went back to peeling his label. You watched his fingernail dip behind the paper and pull it from the sweating glass.
“You know, they say peeling the label off your beer bottle is a sign of sexual frustration.” You tilted your head and raised your brows at him.
“They say the same thing about chewing ice.” He shrugged, watching as your jaw crunched down on an ice cube.
“Well then, they’re at least half right.” You slowly poked your tongue out over you lower lip and drew it back in, teeth replacing it and digging into the soft skin. Sam’s mouth drew up in a sly grin as his dimple popped and he spun on his stool, turning toward the door.
“How tall are you, somewhere around five feet?” He noticed your feet barely hitting the rung of the barstool.
“Yeah, five exactly. Why? How tall are you?” You played with the cherry stem sitting on the bar top, acting like it wasn’t eating you alive trying to guess how tall this incredibly handsome man actually was.
“Six feet, four inches. Hit a growth spurt kinda late and just... shot up when I was around 23.” He chuckled. “I’m hoping tonight is the night I stop peeling my labels, and I think maybe I can help you stop chewing so damn hard on that ice.” Holding out his hand, he stood and watched as you jumped down off your barstool and laced your small fingers with his, the line of his cock growing even more rigid against his pants as he looked down at you, realizing just how dwarfed you seemed to be standing next to him.
Sometimes I randomly think about John Paul x Lockie’s height difference and I die a little. It was a legit problem. I miss my baby doughboy.
Tom Hiddleston is 33cm taller than me.
That's over a foot.