new writing challenge! but we’re dabbling into zutara territory. i hope you enjoy as much as i do!
It started with her hair.
Her hair, wild waves of brown, flew around her face as she parried his blasts of orange fire with whips of water, steam flying around them as she did so.
Katara’s sweat dripped down the side of her temple as she rolled to the side, summoning a wave to surf around her opponent. She lashed a water whip at his feet and Zuko flipped back, nimbly landing on bended knee, and blasted himself forward with fists of fire. The wave shot up into a pillar of ice, launching Katara into the air.
Shortly after the overdose, Bob decided to tell Jack the story of why he really got put in the Stanley Cup as a baby. It was Bob’s way of thanking the cup.
“After I won my first cup,” he told Jack, “I realized I’d achieved my dream, and I had married this amazing woman, but something still felt like it was missing. I wanted to be a father.” He told Jack how he and Alicia had tried to have a baby, but it just wasn’t happening. As the months dragged on with more of the same, they started to get worried.
“And even when you were worrying you’d never truly be happy you managed to win the cup again, yeah? That’s the moral of the story?” Jack snapped. Bob shook his head, reached out to run a hand over Jack’s back, like he could smooth down his son’s frayed nerves.
“Non, non, non, that would be a terrible moral. Actually my stats were worse that year than when I was a rookie. But my team was incredible, and we made it to the cup again. And here’s where the story gets good, you see, because I’d heard all kinds of wild legends through the league about ‘cup magic’ and how sometimes it would grant wishes”
“Or turn you into a fucking penguin,” Jack scoffed.
“Well I was playing for the Canadiens at the time, so I suppose there wasn’t much risk involved, but there was a whole lot of desperate hope.So on my cup day, after everyone else left, I sat down and had a chat with it,” he gestures to the table they’re sitting at. “Right at this kitchen table.”
“Please tell me that’s the only part of this story that happened at this table,” Jack groaned. Bob laughed.
“This story, yes.”
“Papaaaa,” Jack picked up his bowl of cereal and pointedly continued eating without letting his food touch the table.
“Oh for God’s sake, Jack, this table has been cleaned many times since, put your food down for a bit, I’m trying to have a moment with you here.”
“Alright, alright, fine.” Jack obediently set the bowl aside and faced his father.
“As I was saying…” Bob cleared his throat. “I talked to the cup. I told it I didn’t care if I ever won it again. All I wanted was a son. If it would give me that, I promised, I wouldn’t ask to win so much as a faceoff for the rest of my life. And I promised that I would love my son - that I would love you - unconditionally, more than anything in the world.”
“And you won a fuckton more awards anyway.”
“But,” Bob countered, “I didn’t win the cup again until after you were born when I was with the Pens. And so when your mother brought you onto the ice to see me, I wanted us to put you in the cup, but it wasn’t supposed to pass along some kind of hockey magic and ensure the Zimmermann dynasty or whatever the fuck ESPN likes to say, alright? We did it as a thank you. We wanted the cup to see what a beautiful baby we had, and to feel how incredibly loved you were.” Bob ran a hand over Jack’s newly-cropped hair, feeling the strands against his palm, almost as soft as when he used to sit next to Bob in his high chair smashing banana all over the tray. “I kept my promise too,” Bob said. “I love you. Unconditionally. More than anything in the world. And your mother and I just want to help you be happy, whatever that looks like.” He smiled warmly at his son, letting all the pride he usually kept a lid on to keep from embarrassing Jack bubble up to the surface. Jack looked down at his hands.
“How can you not be disappointed? Look at me.” Jack’s shoulders hunched in, shrinking him down, and Bob pressed his hand between Jack’s shoulder blades, rubbing circles in the way that always used to put him right to sleep as a child.
“I will always be proud of you, hockey or no. Because you know what?” Jack chanced a glance up at his father’s face and was held by his earnest expression. “Winning the Stanley Cup isn’t even in my top hundred favorite memories anymore. All of my best memories are with you and your mother.” Jack didn’t say anything in response, and Bob was learning when to give him space to process, so he stood up, bending back down to kiss his son’s forehead as he snagged the now-soggy bowl of raisin bran from in front of him.
It took a few days for Bob to get a real response from Jack, and in the meantime he just left everything to percolate. And then one night, Bob just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. His knee wasn’t quite hurting, but it was on that edge where it just didn’t feel settled, and Alicia had been snoring, and at the back of his head he could feel some kind of humming, like he could feel the tense air in Jack’s room. He’d gotten himself all worked up mulling that last one over until he had to get out of bed. He stood in front of Jack’s bedroom door, looking at the light peeking out from below the doorjamb for minutes, listening to the sounds of floorboards creaking occasionally, pages rustling, a keyboard clacking. After he’d gotten enough of the sounds of Jack just existing on the other side of the door to calm his racing heart, he went to the living room.
He settled into the couch with a box of crackers and a nature documentary when he heard footsteps creaking on the stairs. At first, he was expecting Alicia coming to call him back to bed, but the footfalls were too loud for her. Bob tried not to look surprised when Jack rounded the corner, keeping his eyes carefully trained on Animal Planet. He held up the crackers in greeting.
“Joining your old man for a midnight snack, eh?”
“Oh. Um, sure.” Jack padded over to the couch and made himself comfortable next to Bob, pulling down the afghan from the back of the sofa. They stare at the TV in silence for a long while before Jack speaks up again, quietly. “Papa?”
“So…what exactly was better than winning the cup?”
zimbits au wherein a run in with the lax bros leads to a run in with jack
Eric’s walking down the street, latte in one hand and
phone in the other, only a very little bit lost on his spontaneous scenic
detour to the library. He’s halfway through composing a tweet when several
air-horns blast in his direction at once.
He swears, jumps about a mile out of his skin, and
drops both his coffee and his phone.
The coffee, sadly, goes up before it comes down, and
manages to splash all over his front before spilling across his shoes too. He
quickly retrieves his phone from the pavement before it’s similarly attacked by
the travelling coffee, and checks it over for damage. He sighs out when he sees
it’s only a little scratched on the side of the case, and presses a palm to his
chest to try and calm the furious beating of his heart.
He looks over to the house across the way, out of
which several, men—actually, boys, Eric’s
going to call them after that stunt—are laughing at him, and high-fiving each
other. Eric flushes and screws his lips together, telling himself not to cry in
front of them, not to give them the satisfaction.
Eric looks behind him to see a moustached man flipping
the bird to the boys in the house across the street.
“Fuck off to your basement of inadequacy and wine
coolers, you absolute shitfuckers.”
The boys don’t take his advice, but rather, blast their
air-horns again which causes Eric to hunch up his shoulders.
“Hey, brah, you alright?” The man walks up to Eric and
looks him over. “Shit, dude. They got you good.”
Eric sighs out, trying to keep his composure. “It’s
alright. Thanks for telling them off.”
“Fucking LAX bros. I live for telling them off. Come
on inside and I’ll help you clean up.”
Summary: Yoongi is always early in his studio and well, he wakes you one morning. Simple, right? Nah, that’s where you’re wrong.
Your eyes jolt open, stung by the sun ray aurora spilling over you half dressed self. Turning over to your right, you hope to find your angelic boyfriend beside, only to have his spot froze; cool from the slight breeze from the cracked window.
a perfect television show. To be fair, I don’t know one that is, but I never
needed Arrow to be perfect. All I need
from Arrow is a good story. My frustrations
with Oliver and Felicity’s break up, and the Baby Mama storyline, aren’t a
secret. I found their break up to be wildly problematic on multiple levels.
However, the one caveat I always held to was if Arrow can piece together some
interesting character growth for Oliver and Felicity it would go a long way of
easing my ruffled feathers. We’ve been
dealing with the ramifications of Oliver’s lie about William since 4x08. That’s
35 episodes. We’ve waited a long time for Oliver and Felicity’s individual arcs
to come to fruition.
The wait was worth it. At least for
of “good story” vary as widely as our perceptions of
“perfect” but “Underneath” is a good story for me. It’s almost perfect. 35
episodes. This road was long. It was hard but, in the end, I feel like I understand. It connects all the dots that need to be
connected (and some I didn’t expect) while delivering some real character
development that feels earned.
In the midst
of the crazy world of arrows, masks, Mirakuru soldiers, 15 different canaries
and Barry Allen resides the relationships between Oliver and Felicity
These characters, and the love they have for one another, is the sanity
in all the madness. It’s the real in the fiction. Oliver, Felicity and Diggle
are the beating heart of Arrow for a reason.
The love we have for these characters is the reason we watch and
“Underneath” returns Arrow to center. It focuses on the love stories
that made us fall in love with the show. In particularly, it brings Oliver and
Felicity’s individual arcs to fruition and FINALLY merges their roads into one
Forgiveness. Compassion. Humility. These
aren’t always popular concepts in our society, but they are the building blocks
to any relationship. You lose one, the whole house can come down on you. Love feels like it has its own inertia, like
it chooses you and not the other way around. And maybe that’s true. Maybe we
can’t choose who we love. However, we
can choose how we love.
If you are
either Team Felicity or Team Oliver in the break-up- Baby-Mama-drama then
there’s probably things about “Underneath” you didn’t like. As for
me, I believe there are things both
Oliver and Felicity need to learn from the breakup and “Underneath”
addresses those things. But more than anything, I am ready for Arrow to rebuild what they broke. I am
ready for Arrow to fix it. Are you?
This is, by far, my longest review. We’re going all the way back to the
pilot and discuss about five different episodes. This took me about 22 hours to
write. No need to comment on how long it is. I am well are.
A/N: This is for@dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge!! My funny quote was “Are you having a stroke? Do you smell toast?” Hope you guys (especially Lau!!) enjoy it, thanks to @mamapeterson for the beta and feedback is greatly appreciated!!!
I’ve been thinking a lot about my “Keith is scary flexible” headcanon.
What if, the first time everyone found out, it was cause his foot slipped during training and he ended up doing the splits. And everyone panicked for a second because the gladiator was still coming at him and it looked like it was about to be a disaster, but he took it out without any trouble and got up like nbd. And Lance completely freaked out.
And Keith thought it was hilarious, so he started just casually doing weird flexibility poses any time he knew Lance was coming. And they kept getting increasingly harder until he reached the limit of what his body was naturally able to do so he started secretly training to be more flexible so he could keep getting a rise out of Lance.
Btw no one else ever acknowledges it. He’ll be in the common area in a full back bend, playing candy crush on his phone and everyone’s just like “…sup?”
Anonymous said: A jeffxreader where she sits with the jocks at their lunch table bc she recently broke her arm and they are rlly protective of her especially jeff bc he likes her and just include silly banter amongst all of them and maybe later jeff finally gets the courage to ask her out and she happily agrees and fluff thnx <3
Author’s Note: Dear requester, I had to switch arm to ankle because I royally screwed up. Sorry!
JEFF X READER
“Seriously, Jeff, you don’t have to keep driving me to school,” you chuckle. “I’m plenty capable of doing things on my own still.”
Shaking his head in refusal, Jeff parks in the student parking lot of the high school before turning towards you. "If it wasn’t for me goading you, you wouldn’t have been playing flag football with us, Y/N. I sometimes forget just how rowdy those idiots can get.”
Shawn groans as he stands under the shower. This day had not
started the way he had wanted it to. He had woken up from a dream – and what a
dream it had been. His girlfriend had been on her knees, lips wrapped tightly
around his cock, cheeks hollowed and swallowing every last bit of him. Her face
had been beautiful, her eyes wet and her swollen lips honestly looked like they
were made to suck his cock. Fucking hell.
He had woken up from that dream painfully hard. He glances down, lets out a
frustrated sigh as his hand wraps around his cock more firmly. His mouth drops
open on a silent moan, the sound of the shower somewhat masking the slick sound
of his hand on his cock. A sigh slips past his lips, his head falling back in
pleasure. The bathroom door opens, snapping him out of his reverie, as his
girlfriend walks in, a loose fitting shirt the only thing covering her sinfully
familiar body. God, the things he had done to that body.
“Hey I just have to brush my… hair…” Her voice trails off as
she takes in his miserably desperate state.
Usually Shawn had enough decency to at least look ashamed at
being caught like this. But not today. No, today he pulled at his cock one last
time before turning to his girlfriend who is standing right there, brush in
hand, her shirt clinging to her breasts, rising and falling with every breath.
She is definitely better than his hand. He growls out, “Get in here. Now,”
before opening the glass door of the shower and pulling her inside. She yelps
in protest, yet he can’t bring himself to care. She is so warm, so soft and
right here in his arms. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her against him. He suppresses a groan as
his painfully hard cock presses against her soft stomach. Her shirt is soaked through now, clinging to every little curve.
“Fuck, I need you, kitten.” He looks down at her, his chest
heaving with need. Kitten, he only
ever calls her that during his most dominating moments. He presses a kiss
against her jaw as his fingers find the hem of her shirt and pull the soaked
material over her head with some difficulty. Glorious. And he needs her now.
“Shawn.” She presses her small hand against his chest,
forcing some distance between them. He raises an eyebrow in question.
“We are not having sex in the shower,” she says, a teasing
smile playing on her lips. He wants nothing more than to wipe that smirk of her
face. Have her mouth begging for mercy, her lips kiss swollen and bruised.
“And why is that darling?” he asks, his voice low in his
throat as he pushes against her hand on his torso.
“First of all… unless you are hiding a condom in your butt
crack we can’t have sex. Second even if you did it could slip off during and I
don’t really feel like fishing a condom out of my vagina.” She lets out a
breathy laugh. “Third, considering you’re very clumsy we will probably slip and
hurt ourselves.” She places her second hand on his chest trying to push him
away. He quirks his eyebrow at her spirited words. Adorable. She thinks she can win
against him. His instincts shout at him. Teach her. Fuck her. Bruise her.
Shawn quickly turns
off the shower before wrapping his fingers around her wrist. He opens the
shower door and pulls her out along with him. Shawn smirks slightly at her wide
eyed expression when he sets her in front of the counter. As he opens the
cabinet under the sink and grabs a condom, she starts walking towards the door.
Oh, darling. You’re not getting to the
“No, no, no kitten.” He lets out an amused chuckle. “You
stay right there. Hands on the counter, press that pretty stomach against it,”
he instructs her. She gulps at his words. When she hesitates for a moment too
long, Shawn’s patience fizzles out. His left hand clasps her hip, pushing her
towards the counter while his right one applies pressure against her back
bending her over the counter. Her eyes are trained on him in the mirror’s reflection,
trying to figure out his next move.
“Look at us, darling,” he murmurs as he rips open the condom
wrapper and slides it onto his aching cock. He suppresses a smile as her
breathing hitches slightly at his commanding tone. She knows what it entails. He
reaches out to her, needing to feel her beneath his fingers. He runs his hand
up her arm, enjoying the trail of goose bumps he leaves behind. He steps up
behind her, lowering his lips to her ear and looking her in the eye in the
mirror’s reflection. God, she is beautiful:
bent over the sink with her elbows keeping her somewhat upright, her sinful ass
jutting out. She is looking up at him, the breath-taking column of her neck
exposed. He grinds his hips into her ass, savouring the sweet sweet friction
against his cock. Her eyes widen as she feels his condom-covered erection
nudging her and she moves her hips, as if asking for more. Shawn plants a kiss
to her neck, mumbling, “No excuses anymore, hm?” His nose ghosts up the shell of her ear. Her breathy gasp is
music to his ears. She looks down, breaking the eye contact. Now that just won’t do. He tangles his
left hand into her hair, pulling on it, forcing her face up, making her look at
him again. Her chest rises in short, shallow breaths as he gently presses his
body against hers.
“Hm? Nothing to say? Has my kitten already run out of witty
things to say? Your pussy aching that bad? Can’t form a smart answer because
it’s hurting?” He places a searing kiss under her ear. Her eyes flutter shut,
as she bites her lip to contain a moan. He grins at her reflection: a flush
developing high on her cheeks, her chest heaving with gasped breaths, her
hardened nipples begging for attention. His lips graze her jaw; he can barely
contain a growl as she arches up into his touch. Patience, darling. I haven’t
even begun yet.
“Ah, kitten. I would love to give you pleasure but…” He
smirks as her eyes snap open and her body goes rigid in his embrace. Smart kitten. Let’s play. His fingers untwist from her hair, brushing it to the
side. Shawn tucks a stray lock behind her ear before moving his fingers down
her neck. Stroking it, slowly wrapping his fingers around it. He can feel her
pulse thrumming loudly in anticipation… and maybe a little in apprehension.
He makes her look up at him. Good god,
she will be the death of him. Eyes large, pupils blown out, flushed cheeks and
lips parted on a moan.
“Kitten… You know you have to apologise,” he
tells her. He is tracing circles on her hip, his left hand around her throat
still holding it firmly. Her eyebrows furrow a little in confusion.
She huffs a sigh at the feeling of his large hand covering
almost her entire neck. She keens underneath his fingers as Shawn’s right hand
cups her crotch, silently begging him for more. A muttered Shawn rasps out of her as he slides two fingers inside her. Her
slick walls stretch around him, clenching around his fingers ever so tightly. Fuck. His cock twitches in anticipation.
So tight, so slick.
“Who made you wet darling?” He looks at her, enjoying
the way she blushes at his words. “Did I get this you wet? Fuck- You’re dripping.” He curves his fingers,
brushing over her g-spot. Her eyes fall shut, a broken shout rattling out of
her as she presses against his hand.
“No moving. Or I’ll stop,” he orders, his voice sounding
rough to his own ears.
“Shawn… Please… more…”
she begs, jutting out her ass a little, pleading for him to touch her.
“Sorry, love. You need to apologize first.” He takes his
fingers out of her, drawing a whimper from her beautiful lips. His foot nudges
her legs further apart, as he gives her ass a light yet stinging slap. A
“Ass out darling. Come on, let me see you,” he orders, his
left hand tightening its grip on her throat ever so slightly when she opens her
mouth as if to protest. Her breath hitches as she feels the tip of his cock
against her entrance. She looks at his reflection, silently begging him. Not good enough.
“Want my cock, kitten? Hm? Want it to
fill you? Stretch you? You’ve been waiting, haven’t you? God I’ve kept you
waiting haven’t I? Ask for it. Show me how bad you want me to fuck you and I’ll
give it to you,” he murmurs lowly, his eyes trained on hers.
“Please. Please, Shawn.” She hesitates before adding. “I
want your cock. Deep. Please.” She doesn’t stutter, she only blushes a little.
She trusts him with this. Christ’s
sake she is killing him. The knowledge makes his aching erection down right painful.
He can’t wait any longer. He had to feel her, had to have
her clenching around him. A growl tears out of him as his control shatters. He
thrusts into her, drawing it out, torturing both of them. A string of please and more roll off her tongue as he bottoms out. Her eyes fall shut as
he presses into her. His pace slow and unforgiving. But It wasn’t enough. Not
nearly enough of what she needs.
“Oh, kitten. Look at yourself. Look how good I fuck you,” he
orders, voice strained as he tries to keep his composure. Her bewitching eyes
open again, looking at herself in the reflection of the slowly fogging up
mirror. Her eyes darken as she catches sight of herself in the reflection.
“You look so good on
my cock. Taking all of me in. You love it, don’t you? When I fuck you? When you know you’ll need my help standing?” He revels in her mewled moan. Lord have mercy on
“Straight up begging for it, aren’t you? Begging for my
cock. Fuckin- Fucking writhing on my cock.” The only response he gets is a
choked whimper of his name. He drives his hips home, pressing into her. A groan
escapes him as her walls flutter around him. Her soft cries for more eat at his
control. His fingers around her neck tighten imperceptibly as she meets his
“So, so, so needy kitten. Need more of my cock? Does your
cunt need more?” He relishes her whined answer, a drawn out yes thatgoes straight to his cock. He grinds into her, murmuring in her
ear, filthy filthy words tumbling from his lips. He mouths at her jaw, a hickey
blossoming on her flushed skin.
“Do you want to come, kitten? Your pussy’s so goddamn tight.
Fuck- I’ll- I’ll lose my cock all the way up there, if you keep doing that.
Stranglin- Fucking strangling my cock with that cunt of yours, darling.” He
can’t help the moan that escapes him at her response: a broken, whimpered moan
of please, please, please. He gently
nips her ear, enjoying the breathy gasp she releases.
“You know what I want darling. Apologise and you can come,”
he whispers, a smirk playing on his lips as her eyes look at him with disbelief
written on her face. He raises an eyebrow, assuring her that he is serious. He
drives into her, causing her mouth to drop, moans spilling from her swollen
lips. Her hand slams up against the mirror, desperately seeking support. Her
head drops. His punishing pace is too much, too intense and yet not entirely
“No, no, no. Kitten, you know the rules. Watch. Watch how
good I fuck you. How much you like
being fucked hard.” He growls out as his hand raises her head again, forcing
her to take in her desperate and filthy state.
“Look at you. You never understand- never believe me… You
look so fucking good. I’m fucking this goddamn goddess- So gorgeous. Look,
dear, look how fucking filthy you look.” He pants, looking straight into her
eyes. A breathy sigh the only answer he gets.
“I’m sorry, Shawn. So sorr- Fuck. I’m sorry, please. Let me-
Please let me come. You fuck me so good. Please, I can’t-” She begs beautifully. He grinds his teeth
together. Little witch, enchanting him into giving in.
“Oh, darling. Come here,” is all he manages to say as his
hips grind into her, his shaft burying deep into her, grazing her g-spot. Her
back arches, her breasts jutting out, a whine shattering out of her. She is
gorgeous. The incoherent string of sorry
and please never stopped; even as he
drives into her, the apologies still tumble from her lips. As if she doesn’t
want to risk him stopping.
“Good girl. Good girl. Look at that- stretching so well.
Your pussy’s perfect. So fucking good,” he mumbles against her ear. A breath
punches out of him as her walls clench down on his cock, holding him in a vicelike
“Come for me darling…” he says, giving her neck a little
squeeze. She shatters in his arms, her hand leaving the mirror and clawing into
his arm. Her orgasm rushes through her, her walls fluttering wildly around him.
A moan leaves him as his own orgasm punches through his body. His heavy breath
fans across her neck as he comes down from a seemingly endless high.
He gingerly pulls out of her, discarding of the condom. He picks her boneless body into his arms before she crashes on the
bathroom floor and carries her to their bed. He holds her close to his chest,
worrying his bottom lip. Shawn presses kisses to her hair as he tries to put
his thoughts into one coherent sentence. Once he had somewhat regained his
composure he wondered, had it felt as good for her, as it had for him?
“Was I… too… you know, too rough?” he manages to stutter.
She breathes in loudly, and her delayed answer makes blind panic surge up in
“What? No! It was great, I- I actually really loved it,” she
rushes to reassure him. She twists in his arms to press a kiss against his
lips. “Shawn, I’d tell you if I wanted
you to stop. Trust me. I wouldn’t just… endure it. I’d tell you to stop.
He relaxes at her words, a sigh of relief leaving him. Thank God.
“I loved being your kitten.” She smirks, winking at him
cheekily. He can’t help the blush that spreads on his cheeks. God… How could he
have said all that?
A/N I would like to thank my kinky friend for helping with the dirty talk and thank you to my equally (if not more) kinky friend who helped correct my grammar mistakes. Love you!!!
Can you do a Wonho (sir) and JB (daddy) threesome. You wanted to have a new sexual experience so a lot of new kinks come into play. Any link you want. Please?
“We are gathered here today..” You started once again
groaning and biting on your bottom lip as you turned, pacing the floor once again.
The soft brown carpet rubbing against your toes as you walked a few little
steps to the right and then turned again to pace the same distance to the left,
your breath becoming short as your stomach tied in knots.
“Y/N I swear to God if you start off any other sentence with
a phrase like that I’m leaving.” Jaebum barked angrily.
“No!” You shouted looking forward at him and your other best
friend Wonho pouting because you wanted this to work. You needed it to work.
“Then tell us what’s on your mind, please? You’ve been
pacing back and forth for almost an hour starting off the same sentence with
different setups only to stop again and Jaebum is right, it’s a bit worrying
and annoying.” Wonho gently scratched the side of his head pouting up at you
because he hated to make you mad or to see you seem so distressed. You clicked
your tongue matching his pout as you watched them both, your arms crossing
under your breast, pushing your breast up a bit and squeezing them together.
You weren’t always the smartest when it came to people hitting on you but you
knew in your heart they had both just looked at your breast and it made you nervous
as fuck. Walking forward with slow steps you stood a few feet from them before
you cleared your throat nodding.
“Hear ye, hear ye-“
“That’s it I’m leaving!” Jaebum groaned standing up he
grabbed at his leather jacket from the couch turning his back on you. You
balled your hands up in fist frowning as he got his things ready. You felt your
stomach sink, but you knew you were a scaredy cat anyway. Looking down you
decided maybe it was best if he left because you didn’t know if you had the
heart to tell them what’s on your mind. “Why can’t you just fucking talk to
me?!” Jaebum said angrily facing the wall. “I thought we were best friends.” He
stated again walking towards the door, Wonho following behind him causing your
face to get red from frustration and embarrassment.
“How do you.. Tell your guys friends you want a threesome
with them without making it awkward? Especially when you practically are close
enough to use the word brother but you fantasize so much about them you can’t
say that word..” You mumbled softly shutting your eyes partway because you didn’t
expect them to hear you over all the rustling of them putting on their shoes
next to your door. But it appears they did hear you because Jaebum was staring
at you with his mouth open, shutting the door slowly he took a few steps
‘What.. Did you say y/n?” He asked softly, noticing how
tight and rigid your body was. Your fist balled up and your skin turning a
shade deeper than a red rose. He felt a bit guilty for getting so mad at you.
Seeing you shake your head side to side he smirked to himself slipping off his
shoes and taking back off his leather jacket to reveal just his white T-shirt.
He walked towards you his hand under your chin as he backed you up quickly
against a wall causing you to gasp and look up at him. “I asked you a question.
Are you going to answer.. Kitten?” He asked softly letting his thumb stroke
your jaw slowly. His warm touch enough to make you tremble against the wall.
His thumb played with your bottom lip until he was pushing it down a bit
causing you to open your mouth. Your eyes were glued to him the entire time,
feeling his body press hard against yours. And if you weren’t against the wall
you probably would have fell.
“I want you.. I want you both.” You stated again chewing on
your lip but he was quick to tug it down and groan at you. Pressing his forward
against yours, his hands gripped at your side roughly, one of his legs sliding
between yours. He wanted answers, his eyes burned with so much but the want was
there and you could feel the hardening of his pants.
“Don’t fuck with me right now Y/n. I want you to tell me
exactly what you want and I want you to say it right now. Or I’m leaving.”
Jaebum had wanted you, he had confessed to Wonho many nights while he was drunk
and sober the things he would do to you. How he would touch you and make you
beg. Wonho was no different he wanted to be inside of you as well. It had been
many nights that they caught you masturbating when they stayed over. The
vibration of your toys was too much and it always got them curious and too hard
for their own good. But you were the youngest of the two and they didn’t want
to force you to do anything, they wanted it to be your decision. Now here you
were unable to tell them that it was them who made your panties wet with just one
look. Both of them standing there with dark gazes, hair slicked back revealing
their handsome faces and you would give it all to ride them. Whimpering to snap
out of your thoughts you looked off to the side towards the giant black clock
that hung up on the opening of your wall before the kitchen.
“Jaebum.. I’m not kidding. For months now, I have thought
about you and Wonho. Sex is fun and all but its become dull for me, and it’s
been awhile since I’ve touched anyone or let them touch me. And I see you two
come around with tank tops or sweats or anything tight and I get needy and I
ruin my panties. I want to be treated like a slut. A dirty little kitten who
wants and needs her daddies to take care of her.” You were dying on the inside
but it was now or never you had to convince them because if you didn’t you knew
they would shrug it off and tell you to wait. “I’m not that experienced I know.
But, I brought a lot of toys.. And rope. And I want you to fuck me.. Both of
you.” You looked back up at Jaebum who was speechless and almost drooling. You
couldn’t read the look on his face but it didn’t take long for your unanswered
prayers to be opened because Jaebum was pulling back with a smirk looking at
“What do you say Hoseok? Is it time that we got out our own fantasies
on this little kitten since we have all felt some sexual want?” He asked and
your heart skipped a beat muttering a faint ‘what’ because you couldn’t believe
they talked about these things together.
“I wouldn’t want anything more than to see her cute little toys
and pound that pussy from behind until it’s talking to me.” Hoseok purred
licking over his bottom lip as he leaned against the door his arms were crossed
like yours had been earlier revealing his taught muscles.
“Then it’s settled. Princess think of a safe word.” Jaebum
“Saggy balls.” You replied causing both males to grimace and
look at you.
“Why saggy balls?” Hoseok asked choking on his spit.
“Well.. I have thought about this a lot. And I have watched
a few things so I know that saggy balls does not turn me on saying it, it just
sounds gross and wet and-“Jaebum put his hand over your mouth giving you a pure
look of not wanting you to continue.
“Spare us princess or it’ll take longer for us to get back
hard.” He groaned nodding before smirking. “You’ve thought about this a lot and
I’m proud. Let’s go, shall we? I’m ready to touch you.”
Jaebum grabbed your hand pulling you behind him and down the
hallway towards you room. Your body followed behind him, and Hoseok followed behind
the both of you, his eyes looking down at your ass and he couldn’t help but
walk closer to you his hand reaching out to touch your ass cheeks that were
peeking out from under the shorts, you gasped and looked back at him biting on
your bottom lip giving him that innocent look that drove him mad and he could
feel himself ready to pounce on you, so bad that a guttural growl left his lips
as you all entered into your room. You let Jaebum’s hand go walking towards
your closet to find the pink bag stash of toys you had, blushing softly you
squirmed not wanting to come out.
“Fucking tease.” Hoseok hissed and Jaebum patted his head
smirking. “That’s why as a daddy you get to punish her now don’t you? And maybe
tease her back. Yah! Y/N if you take any longer I’ll come in there and drag you
out myself!” Jaebum barked and it caused your skin to chill, almost running out
of the closet you smiled sheepishly at them holding up the bag.
“Good girl.. Now strip for us. And make sure that you don’t
go too fast.” Jaebum backed up pressing the bag on the bed waiting for you.
Nodding your hands gripped at the hems of your shirt, you
put on your best pouty lips and innocent gaze that wasn’t hard to obtain after
weeks of practice so that you could get what you want. But within that innocent
gaze you couldn’t help but turn it a bit seductive because they knew you were a
sexual minx when you wanted to be. Your hands pulled up your shirt slowly and
you threw it behind you, revealing your smooth skin and wild hair that was
starting to get fucked up. Your hands moved up to unclip the back of your bra
and you took it off slowly letting it fall. Hands gripping at your plump breast
you played with him, letting your fingers flick against your nipples setting
off Hoseok. He strode towards you yanking your hands down before he got in your
face looking at you.
“Who allowed you to touch yourself huh? Huh?” He asked reaching
one hand around to slap your ass cheeks, gasps and moans sliding from your lips
as your heart thudded against your chest and you shook your head.
“N-no one. I’m sorry daddy.” You pouted pressing your hands
on his chest as he slapped your ass cheeks again causing them to sound off. He
smirked nodding he moved behind you looking over at Jaebum breathing against
your ear he whispered.
“Continue. And if you touch yourself, well you don’t get to
cum.” He whispered licking the shell of your ear slowly.
You nodded your head letting your hands move to your shorts,
unsnapping the button you undid them, your hand sliding them down, Hoseok
pushed at your back making you bend over for him, he moaned seeing the black
lace hug your ass, the little bow above your crack making his dick jump in the
confines of his boxers. He pulled your panties harshly to pull your body back
against him, grinding his hips against your ass, he elicited moans from both of
your lips, his hooded eyes staring down at you as he rasped out. “Jaebum.. Come
get her.” He was afraid it would end too fast if he kept touching you. Jaebum
had the more restraint surprisingly as he pulled you close to his body. He got
down on his knees after you stood up, spreading your legs wide he kissed along
your v-line looking up at you as his hands pulled down your panties slowly and
off of you. He stood up going towards the bed, he opened the pink bag again
having inspected it.
“She chose well Hoseok. But I think someone helped her.” He
teased you pulling out a lavender collar that had rhinestones on it. He walked
up to you pulling you forward with his finger under your chin he pressed his
lips against yours, moaning against your lips he gave you a full-on kiss. His
hands worked to wrap the collar around your neck, fastening the strap at the
back of your head. Jaebum licked across your bottom lip as the kiss continued
to get heated, but he pulled back to look at you nodding. “I think, we will definitely
be getting you more of these.” He promised as he moved back only to grab at a
leash that you picked out, it was black sleek and simple. He pushed it through
the clear loop pulling you to him, he kissed you more walking until he was
backing up against the bed. He pushed you down gently on it smiling crookedly
at you he tilted his head. “Against the headboard kitten.” You followed suit
moving to lay with your back against the headboard and you loved seeing that
they were pleased by the things you were doing.
Jaebum moved to grab the rope, going to stand with his feet by
the bed, he moved to push you on your stomach tying your arms around your back
by your elbows and down making sure it was sturdy before he lifted you to rest
against the headboard again groaning at the sheer arousal seeping through his
bones. He moved to grab at some more beige rope, tying them around your parted
legs, he kept your thigs spread wide with the bottom of your thighs pressing
against your calf muscles. He looked down at you, his finger inching forward
and he was playing like he was about to touch your pussy only to pull away with
a sly smirk on his lips. “Not yet.” He moved to lay on the bed, on his stomach,
his hands caressing under your ass cheeks gently. Licking his lips, he watched
your whole clench and unclench, your needy state coming out quickly but he
loved it. Leaning down he licked against your ass hole slowly. Around the rim,
tasting you for the first time ever. His wet tongue pressing against you lewdly
until he felt he had teased enough, that was Hoseok’s job. Jaebum pushed his
thick tongue into you slowly stretching you out, his eyes basking in the sight
before him, your mouth hanging open and flustered state as you watched him
tongue fuck your ass. You were so tight and he could only imagine what it would
be like to fuck you with his dick. How you would grip on him, maybe moan a bit
too louder. A shudder raked through his body and he continued to let his tongue
wiggle in and out of you slowly dipping deep until he felt he had coated you
with his tongue enough. He pulled back reaching in the back to grab at a clear
butt plug that had the ends shaped like a heart with a blue gem in the middle
of it. Licking on it slowly he watched you as his tongue lathered up the toy in
spit, he pulled it from his plump lips only to push it inside of your tight
ring of muscle, his lips finding yours once again to distract from the pain he
knew you would. He pushed until the plug was settled inside of you, his tongue
slipping into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. He let his tongue flick and
play with yours until he was sucking on your tongue rolling it around his and
pulling it into his mouth. Your little whimpers for him made Hoseok stare in
awe, of course he was slightly jealous and he wanted attention but he wouldn’t
be greedy because well he enjoyed a good show.
Soon Jaebum was pulling back, staring down at you he moved
off the bed smiling and tilting his head to the side, eyes roaming over to
Hoseok who had off his shirt, revealing his defined abs and hardened bulge that
was resting tightly confined in his pants. “She’s all yours.” Jaebum nodded
moving to sit in a chair at your desk taking off his own shirt and pants
swiftly not wanting to miss a moment of this.
“It seems the little teasing kitten is all bound up. Nowhere
to run and hide. Well good for you, your daddy is here and he is going to pet
this pretty little pussy until you’re all worked up. But don’t worry beautiful,
I’ll pet you too.” He winked climbing between your legs, leaving your breath to
escape your body as you watched him. He lifted his hands, which roamed your
body ever so slowly. Eyes dancing on your face, Hoseok let his hands move
everywhere, against your collarbones up and down your neck until he was
pressing them against the valley of your breast and down in between and against
your stomach. He got worse, letting his hands move against your breast but
pulling back before he got to your nipples, his hands going to caress the
insides of your thighs ever so close to your pussy only so that he could drag
them away with his nails against your skin. Hoseok kept up this little teasing
game and it was driving you mad. Your legs tightening up though you couldn’t go
anywhere, your perky taught nipples were so hard that it hurt. You were whining
frustrated with want every time that he was touching your body. It got worse
when he added his mouth, pressing wet lewd kisses against your skin but
avoiding your breast and pussy all together. “Aww, seems the pretty kitty is
mad.” He cooed feigning sorry as he looked up at you letting his tongue flick
against your bruised-up collarbone.
“Not my fault daddy doesn’t know how to handle this kitty.”
You spat back at him not thinking straight just wanting to piss him off.
Immediately your hair was being jerked back as Hoseok sucked harshly at your
neck against your spot, nipping against it occasionally turning you into a
screaming mess your eyes shut as you groaned wishing you could touch him.
“Now that wasn’t very nice.” He tsked at you, letting his
tongue flick against your skin before he pulled back, causing your head to
throb but it only made you wetter. “And look, you’re ruining your sheets when I
haven’t even touched you yet.” He shook his head chuckling rummaging through
your pink bag next to him, he took out a white vibrator smirking at he turned
it on letting the head spin. He moved the toy forward until it was pressing on
your soaked-out clit earning a high-pitched cry of pleasure from your lips as
your body arched off the bed as much as it could. The high vibrations were pressing
against your clit, pulling the wetness from your pussy. He smirked keeping it
in place and you couldn’t hold his eye contact you had to look away to Jaebum,
and if that wasn’t bad enough you could see him with his hard dick in hand
stroking himself and lightly panting, a thin film of sweat covering his body as
he moved his hand and bucked his hips up. His smothering eyes told you
everything that you needed to know. Your eyes drift shut, your toes curled and
you weren’t good at hiding that you were close to your orgasm because Hoseok
caught on and moved the toy from your pussy earning louder protest cries from
you as you opened your eyes. He growled slapping your pussy harshly with his
left palm, how needy and submissive you looked was just too much for him.
Pulling his hand back he spread your pussy lips open with two hands watching as
your pussy clenched and unclenched along with your tight asshole that had the
plug sucked deep into it. “Such greedy little holes this fucking pussy has. It
seems your previous affairs couldn’t get the job done. If only I could help.”
Hoseok whined pressing the toy back against your clit with his fingers from his
free hand keeping your lips spread apart so that you could feel it better. Your
hips jerked harshly, your mouth open as you took swallows of air, gulping and
watching him. “If you cum, I’m going to punish you.” Hoseok warned as if what
he was doing wasn’t punishment enough. He watched you feeling himself getting
harder, it was hurting at this point and he wanted nothing more to do then to
fuck you senseless.
“I can’t hold it.” You whimpered to him, your hands balling
up into fist as tears started to brim your eyes. Your stomach tightened, and
your breathing was becoming too fast for you to get enough breaths to let out
“You know what I want.” Hoseok said sternly, his face
drawing closer until his lips were inching from yours eyes baring into yours
causing you to shut them. “Open them, open your eyes right now and tell me what
I want.” Hoseok demanded. His voice barked orders and he moved the toy up and
down your clit quickly causing your pussy to drip more, the vibrations were
tearing you apart. Opening your eyes up you looked up at him moaning his name,
trying to say what you needed without too many moans or it wouldn’t come out
“Hoseok ah~ Hose-daddy. Daddy please.” You started biting on
your lip. “Daddy please, I’m so fucking wet and needy. I’m so sorry, I didn’t
mean to tease you, to upset you I just wanted you to touch me more- I can’t
hold it daddy! Please fuck please!” You shouted out and he gave you a smile the
little relief you felt in your heart quickly died out when he took the toy away
and shut it off licking it clean. But he didn’t finish you off he only reached
a hand down after a few seconds to slap against your clit, and that one hit had
you cumming and crying out against the headboard. Disbelief swam through you
and how easy it was for him to touch you and turn you into a mess.
“Daddy forgives you. If you keep behaving like a good girl
daddy promises he will make you cum. Now you have to get Jaebum off with your
mouth, and if you do good I’ll fuck this little pretty pussy until your
headboard is screaming as loud as you are. Would you like that?” Hoseok asked
letting his fingers slide up and down your soaked slit before he was pushing
his first two inside of you causing you to release more gasping noises and you
gave a nod of your head. “Use your words kitten.” Hoseok cooed softly leaning
down to flick his tongue against your slit. Your mouth dropped open, nodding
your head, you felt your pussy clench around his fingers, wanting more than
anything to feel him hard and pressed deep inside of you, wanting to feel the
sheer force of his hips slamming against yours.
“Y-yes daddy. Yes daddy I’ll be good. I’ll do anything. “You
gave your word pouting as Hoseok pulled back to lick his lips and his fingers.
“My meal is so sweet. I must remember that when I just need
a taste of something.” Hoseok winked as he pulled back from your body. Jaebum made
his way over to you, his hard shaft throbbing as he watched Hoseok move you to
brace on your knees. Your body was a mess, and he loved every bit of how the
male teased you. He had been so on edge but he wanted to fuck your mouth first,
he couldn’t cum without you getting him off in some form first. He played
through your soft locks with his large hands, soon he was opening your mouth
up, using his dick and he pushed it past your plump lips. Watching as your eyes
stare up at him, how you took him into your mouth.
“Who would’ve ever known you looked so fucking sexy with my
dick in your mouth kitten. Do you want daddy’s milk?” He teased cheekily
wiggling his eyebrows. Biting on his bottom lip he grabbed at your hair with
one hand the other moving down to slap at your plump ass cheeks watching them
bounce as your hips bucked forward. He let you control the pace at first,
seeing as how you were enjoying it. And you were enjoying it, your mouth had
watered as you looked at his size along. You knew that he would stretch you out,
that it would burn to have his tip pressing against your throat. He was thick
and his veins your tongue loved to play with, tracing up and down every inch of
flesh that you could fit in your mouth. The corners of your mouth started to
bead up with your saliva but you didn’t care because his moans and groans as he
petted your head was enough to make you want to do anything. You had been so
caught up in him, you didn’t hear the rustling of clothes as Hoseok undressed.
He aligned his tip with the opening of your pussy and he pushed in slowly
gasping as your pussy took him in. You choked back a moan around Jaebum’s shaft
and he snapped his hips harshly against your face causing you to gag lightly
and look up at him.
“I think I’ve found my new favorite sound. Kitten gagging on
my dick like the fucking little slut she is. Do you like being filled up with
our dicks hmm? Do you like the fact that both of your holes are filled? And
guess what?” Jaebum added as he tilted his head stopping his movement so that Hoseok
could bury himself to the hilt inside of your tight pussy. Your vice like grip
had him shaking and ready to cum all ready but he had to hold it. “Both of your
holes will have white in them.” Jaebum winked and you let out a muffled cry in
response squeezing around Hoseok who couldn’t help but snap his hips forward
harshly. Fucking you from behind was his greatest pleasure, you were so wet it
was easy to slide in. Pussy making squelching noises as he pounded into you.
His hands first gripping at your hips to lift your ass more since you couldn’t
move. He was loving how it jiggled and bounced against his hips one hand moving
down to slap the plump cheeks until he was sure his hand print was going to be
on your ass for a while.
Your whole body was on fire, your pussy continued to release
wetness for Hoseok, his ass slapping had made you a whimpering mess, and with Jaebum
face fucking you all that you could do was stay in the position you were put in
and take it. Your hands balled up from the pleasure, the feeling of the large
dick inside of your pussy molding against your insides pulling and pushing in
and out of your pussy with everything. Hoseok was making it hard for you to
focus on flicking your tongue up and down the underside of Jaebum’s dick. He
watched you through hooded eyes, your own lust filled eyes dropping some as the
spit ran down your parted jaws. Hoseok was letting his speed get erratic but
before he came he pulled back to let himself rest. Jaebum felt himself getting
back towards his peek, but he didn’t want to cum without you so pulling away he
let you catch some breath as both males switched positions.
Hoseok wasted no time, sliding his dick back into your mouth
and you took it moaning his name as you watched him. He was almost where Jaebum
was when it came to girth and length so taking him down your throat was a task
as well. Your tongue swirled around the tip of his dick and you lapped eagerly
at his slit until he was squirming, the overstimulation causing him to push
himself deeper into your mouth. You worked your tongue on Hoseok, letting your
mouth hollow as you sucked harshly against his shaft. Your nose touching the
base of his dick every time he slid deeper into your mouth. Because he was so
close to cumming while he was fucking your pussy, it didn’t take long for
Hoseok to be spilling his warm seed into your mouth. You grimaced slightly, not
liking nor hating the taste but you sucked at him, cleaning him off and
swallowing around him. He pulled from your lips slowly watching as his half-erected
dick slipped from your wet swollen lips.
“My turn.” Jaebum called out, picking you up by your waist
Jaebum pressed his back against the headboard letting your back rest against
his chest. He lifted your hips aligning you with his dick that was standing
proud and tall. He used his hips to circle slightly at your opening smirking
because he could feel your wetness drip onto him and that caused him to shudder
and guide you down onto his dick. He stretched you out, and your head rolled
back as you took him in, once you were sure he was shoved inside your loosening
pussy, you squeezed around him winding your hips to ride him without letting
him pull back. You could hear the heavy breathing from the male under you as he
held you up, your feet on his knees with your bound legs still spread wide.
Hoseok watched the scene in front of him and he crawled between the both of
your parted legs to latch his lips onto your breast finally.
Jaebum started to slide you down onto his dick slowly but he
made sure that you were taking all of him each time that he thrust his hips up
inside of you. He kept the pace for a bit, hearing the sucking noises that
Hoseok was making with your breast he didn’t want to fuck you too hard until he
felt like you were ready.
“Do you like that baby? Do you like feeling daddy’s dick all
buried inside of this tight needy pussy. You clench around me like you’ve needed
this dick. You should’ve told me. I’m always happy to tear down walls.” Jaebum mumbled
against your ear kissing it. He pulled out of you only to snap his hips up
against yours earning a loud cry. Smirking he kept this up, even pausing your
hips to keep you from moving (to resist the little movement you had anyway) and
he fucked you harder. Your whole body was being pleasured and you could feel that
your orgasm was going to come through you at any time. Your hands pressed
against Jaebum’s lower stomach, your head rolled sideways so that you could
watch Hoseok play and mark on your breast. Between the two boys you didn’t know
who to moan for so you ended up moaning both of their names because to you it
was better that way. Hoseok reached down with one hand letting his fingers
dance against your wet throbbing clit. With Jaebum holding you still he could
easily rub you until you were screaming out gibberish warning that you were
close. “That’s right baby. Cum for us. Cum for your daddies.” Jaebum said
sharply feeling his own orgasm press against you. He needed to get you off, so
he focused on anything else that he could besides how good you felt, and how
tight you were wrapping around him as he bounced you.
“Holy shit! Jaebum~ Ah shit Hoseok!” You were proud in your
fuzzy mind that you managed to get both names past your chapped and bruised
lips as you let your orgasm sweep through you. Your essence sliding out and
onto Jaebum’s shaft and that did it, with only a few more quick shallow thrusts
you felt him slamming up against you causing his cum to shoot up into your
insides. He held you close. His hips were jerking harshly but in a few more
movements he let himself slow down his thrusts to ride out your orgasms
together holding you close. Hoseok smirked leaning down he licked up at your
clit, pulling back to watch the cum seep from your abused pussy. Hoseok got off
the bed moving to get wipes for both you and Jaebum who were nothing more than
a panting pair on the bed.
Jaebum pulled out of you, and he helped Hoseok clean you up
and untie you. Your body still shaking and glowing from the orgasm you lay on
your stomach trying to regain your senses. Both males came to lay on either
side of you, holding you close the covers were thrown over your exhausted body
and you shut your eyes with a light smirk on your lips happy that your planned
“I hope you continue to smile in your slip, because as soon
as you wake up, round two starts and I can’t wait until kitten is screaming
again.” Hoseok purred causing you to open your eyes wide. He smirked and pecked
your lips before shutting his own eyes earning a chuckle from Jaebum.
“That’s what you get for keeping us waiting after we found
you playing with yourself multiple times.” You were so horrified and terrified that
if you said anything it led to instant punishment so instead you played it off
and shut your eyes hoping that sleep would come soon and stay around.
Okay I’m making an experiment my hypothesis is that autistic people seem more hyperflexible than non autistic people so I’m gonna list a set of skills and if you’re autistic then say what skills you can do and if you’re not autistic then say what skills you can do from this list:
1: lick your nose
2: bend your thumb to touch your forearm
3: turn your tongue on its side (not rolled up like a tube literally turned on one side)
4: raise one eyebrow
5: raise one side of your upper lip
6: put your palms together and separate your fourth finger without separating your palms or other fingers
7: wiggle your ears
8: bend your arms further than the normal range
So I can do 1, 3, 5, 6, 7 (just) and 8 and I’m autistic (self dx with help from friends etc)
Also when people do it can you state whether you’re autistic or not please?
To clarify number 8 means your arm bends further back than most people’s and instead of being straight horizontally it bends from the elbow hang on I’ll link a pic
…so @reallycorking and I actually talked about this a decent amount in the later stages of working on Heart of the Junglebecause really, Hinata’s hair would grow out while he was preoccupied with things like living in trees and kissing Tobio. His hair does get longer if you look through the art, yup!
Anyway, we lack self control, so have some jungle boy domesticity <3
The jungle was a magnificent place, filled with wonders the likes of which Hinata never could have imagined. The year he’d spent expecting to leave it had been tempered by reservations, by his reluctance to truly fall in love, both with the trees, and with Tobio. But now that he’d been freed of those worries, he found that the world had opened up around him, to finally let him see its true self.
Hinata fell, deeper and deeper. He ran as wild as his new home.
For all its natural beauty, however, there were still some things to which he was growing accustomed. One aspect of jungle life constantly made itself known, as he swung through the trees, the ground blurring past far, far below him. He reached out to grab the next vine, and his hair billowed straight into his eyes and mouth. He spluttered, blinded, shaking his head vigorously.
Hinata had never had long hair in his life, but it had grown so now, past his chin and a little over his shoulders. He could shear it off with a particularly sharp rock, but still hadn’t gotten around to it. If he was being completely honest with himself, he’d ended up holding off, after it had become apparent that Tobio certainly didn’t mind it long, judging by how often his hands strayed to touching it, fingers tangling and stroking and brushing.