#Afraid of a Little Swim?

[sabyfangirl]

Chapter 1: Surfing

Somewhere in East Malaysia, on a beautiful beach where the Tortuga was parked only a few meters away from the water, the Kratt brothers were having a blast fearlessly riding huge, wild waves on their surfboards; an activity not for the faint of heart.

"Coming through!" Chris cheered, pulling off a successful bottom turn, getting ahead of his brother.

"Oh no, you don't!" Martin enthusiastically let out, getting ready for a frontside snap. "Check this out!" He reached the lip of the wave before pivoting on his fins and snapping back down the face to continue riding.

"Not bad, not bad," Chris praised with a rather sarcastic tone, then went to attempt the same movement with great confidence.

Inside the Tortuga, the brothers could be seen surfing like the mad adventurers that they were by Aviva and Koki on the big screen, both girls laughing at their competitive nature.

"They sure seem to be having fun," Aviva let out a soft laugh.

"You said it," Koki giggled in turn.

Outside, Jimmy was relaxing on his longchair with his sunglasses on and a glass of pineapple juice in hand, enjoying the quietude and peaceful atmosphere. "Ah, nothing like a day on the beach!" He stretched, having a good view of the brothers' surfing competition.

After a couple more surfing tricks, Chris and Martin decided to jump off their surfboards, letting them get pushed back on shore by the waves, and go for a swim instead. Underwater, the brothers quickly put their swimming masks on before contemplating the sea world; their surroundings were a combination of algae, seagrass, sargassum, polyps... And in addition to all the creatures in there, it was a beautiful sight to see.

In the distance, Chris' eyes caught a particular sea creature that he and his brother have been wanting to get a close look at for a while. "Martin look!" He pointed right at an oval-shaped figure swimming in the distance.

They both swam closer and closer, until realizing that it was none other than-

"A sea turtle!" They both exclaimed simultaneously. "A green sea turtle to be exact," Chris said with precision.

"I can see that," Martin rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face from excitement.

"And it's a male, you can tell bacause he has a concave plastron," Chris swam underneath the sea turtle, who didn't care much about the brothers' presence in the first place, pointing his finger at the mentioned body part.

"Oh yeah, you're right!" Martin smiled, getting a closer look at their new friend. "And I love his greenish shell," he complimented. Then he put a finger under his chin, becoming pensive. "Your shell is emerald green, so I'll call you... Emerald!" he beamed, as if having a lightbulb moment.

"Emerald?" Chris raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, I like it."

"Thanks!"

The brothers watched their newfound aquatic friend swimming away, undisturbed, seeming at peace. Just then, Martin's creaturepod started ringing; he answered the call.

"Oh, hey Koki!" Martin waved, Chris tilting his head. "You should check out this awesome sea turtle we foun-" He was cut off.

"Guys, get outta there quick!" Koki let out panically, a fearful look on her face, the brothers giving her questioning looks. "What's wrong, Koki?" Chris asked.

Throughout their conversation, Jimmy was still looking out on the ocean when, suddenly, he noticed something strange. He took off his sunglasses and squinted his eyes to have a better look at what it was, but it wasn't long before he let out one of his famous girl screams, dropping his sunglasses and glass of juice, eyes wide from panic. Quickly, he took out his ceaturepod with clumsy hands and called the brothers, just the moment Koki was about to tell them exactly what was going on.

"Chris. Martin. There's a huge wave coming your way! And I mean HUGE!" he shrieked, Koki only nodding her head, both crewmates looking genuinely petrified.

Chris and Martin exchanged scared expressions, before swimming back up to the surface...where they could see a HUGE WAVE coming right at them!

"Swim for it, bro!" Chris yelled out as he and his brother started swimming away, but their efforts were vain, as the enormous wave caught up to them, swallowing them in a matter of seconds.

From the Tortuga, the crew watched as the brothers disappeared from sight on the big screen. "NO!" They all let out at once.

"Where are they?" Jimmy asked with a scared tone.

"I don't know, I don't see them!" Aviva said worriedly.

"Look, it's Chris!" Koki pointed at the screen, where Chris' head could be seen popping out of the water. He caught his breath before scanning his surroundings, expecting to find his brother by his side, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Martin?" He called out... Still nothing.

"Martin, it's not funny!" He tried yet again but to no avail. His stomach dropped as a horrible thought crept into his mind.

Without a moment to spare, he dove back into the water, not caring that he no longer had his mask on, having lost it back there. There, not too far, he could see a familiar figure floating in the water, motionless...

Martin!

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[moon-blanket]

A silly little Blurb about early Freelancer and Gavin :)

[Read on ao3]

Gavin was not made for mornings like this.

He was made for the darkness of night. Neon lights of dingy bars, hidden corners of alleyways, and messy, heated nights in pitch black bedrooms. Quick fixes to scratch the itches of mortals, easy supplements of emotion he needs to survive another night– always a means to an end.

Sure, the awkward morning-after was a custom he was more than familiar with. Sneaking out before his bedmate of the hour ever woke up had become a well-practiced art by now. Sometimes he even had the uncomfortable pleasure of seeing them off for the day, parting ways as he begins looking for another meal. Another way to get by.

It's never been anything like today.

The Freelancer sleeps peacefully at his side. It's their first true day off in what has felt like the eons they've had this routine together. With no work or classes to scramble off to today, they've given themself the gift of sleeping in.

It's a shame that he couldn't partake as well, but in this moment he can't find the means to care.

They've twisted themselves into a position that he thinks cannot possibly be comfortable. Half on their stomach, half on their back– facing him with the most serene expression he's ever had the pleasure of witnessing grace their face.

They're beautiful like this.

His eyes follow the outline of the parts of their body left exposed by the covers they've neglected in their sleep. The rise and fall of their back as they slowly breathe, the dark spots that bloom across their skin from their late night tryst, their hair wildly splayed against their pillow and draping delicately in their face.

Sunlight streams through the window, the morning light hits their frame so perfectly, the curves and angles of their body practically glowing in the warmth of the sun. He thinks he finally understands the meaning of true worship.

Gavin does not know much of human religion, not enough to know who to properly thank– but he will gladly give the proper kudos to every god, every sovereign in the stars, that guided him to his Freelancer.

His Freelancer...

There's a pang in his chest he's unfamiliar with when the thought passes through his mind. It's a little frightening.

He doesn't know how long he stays there and admires them. Eventually he watches as their body awakens, their eyes open to reveal the prettiest color he's ever seen.

When they gain their bearings, recognizing his form as he lays beside them, they flash a sleepy smile as another pang courses through his non-existent heart. One that he begins to welcome as they move to cuddle into him.

He's starting to believe that he could learn to love mornings as long as His Freelancer is beside him.

Thank you for reading. :3

[crepusculum-rattus]

i know there are no sharks in minecraft but i think endlantis should have them

[byanyan]

today on "really mundane & every day things that byan doesn't know how to do": they have no idea how to make coffee. embarrassing, considering who they're dating. don't get me wrong, they understand the basics in concept, but if you set them down in front of a coffee maker with everything they needed to make a pot of coffee spread out in front of them... they'd ultimately end up missing a few steps and/or end up either making some very watery coffee, or coffee that's way too strong. and that's assuming they don't just stomp off in frustration and embarrassment instead of actually trying.

[reikunrei]

sleepy bc I accidentally stayed up late monologuing to myself about how free! really should have ended for the nth time 🥴

[anaalnathrakhs]

oh no oh no oh nooooo my aunt invited me to a waterpark this summer what do i do

[cj-kenobi]

okay not to name names but I heard the scientist studying us likes one of us better than the others. yeah I heard one of us has a sign on their enclosure that says "if found dead, preserve in ethanol". I know. looks like one of us is the scientists specialest little subject. won't say who though

[laudofthedeep]

it’s been like ten years since i read it and im still not over the book i read that was like “he had never been completely naked in the last thirty years, not even for sex” like my guy that didn’t even break the top twenty questions i had

[dbphantom]

I'm going through some of my H2O fanfic documents for... reasons... and I fucking forgot that I gave every single one of Lewis's family members names that start with L ahsggsgss. Do you think that his parents realized as soon as they had their first kid that they could do something extraordinarily funny. I think that's what happened.

[bzrcdragons942]

[zoologica42]

Temperate Lake Dashboard Simulator

🐦‍⬛2xcrested_cormorant Follow Going to try and eat this weird fish

♻️🐦‍⬛2xcrested_cormorant Follow wilmdlife hopital

🐸rana-bufo Follow No one can ever truly understand what BULL4rog's music means to me 😭 this song in particular argrgrgrgrgrg the way he puffs out his vocal sack asdfghjk

BULL4rog: listen here on spotify ♻️🐸rana-bufo Follow I think I huave chytrid

🐟ilikeeatingminnowsFollow I just migrated here from finstagram please be nice

🐠powerbottomfeeder Follow

I have HAD IT with this lake, it’s the third day in a row we’ve had nitrates above 8 ppm and uug the algae, my allergies I can’t do this

♻️🐟carpy-diem Follow

Lol we regularly get nitrates up to 20 ppm in my lake ♻️🦞crawdaddy Follow uhhh you shouldn't be bragging about that, it's really unsafe ♻️🐟carpy-diem Follow suck it you little oligotrophic bitch

🐢snappturt Follow Dear Tumblr, am I the Basshole for the way I catch minnows? I was chatting with some of the guys I bask with and they said the way I catch minnows is problematic; What I do is I sit on the bottom of the lake, I hide myself in the mud and I open my mouth. My tongue looks a lot like a little worm so I wiggle it around- and because of that, minnows swim over and check it out. Once they get close enough, then I bite down and eat them. Some of my rockmates have told me that this is manipulative and toxic behavior- but they also eat minnows...I don't know guys...

🦆tree hole-nester-acorn-eater Follow

is it just me, or is this super homoerotic???

🐟bigpikexxl Follow liveblogging diving down to the bottom

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow dark

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow big log

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow rock

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow kinda cold

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow oh hi @deepwatersculpin!!!

♻️🐠deepwatersculpin Follow oh hey @bigpikexxl!!!

never thought i'd seen one of my mutuals irl!!! I didn't even know we lived in the same lake!!!

🐠Shadlad Follow I'm not sorry, and I'm not afraid to say it, if you're an introduced species, go dry yourself out. You're not welcome to eat up all of our resources and live in my ancestral longs and rock crags. These things are for us to relate to and not for you to squander.

♻️🦞crevice-steve Follow

Can't believe this type of fishcourse is still popular on this site, introduced species didn't choose to be introduced and have as much of a right to live as anyone else. Bigotry against introduced species is still bigotry and that's a hill I will dry on. ♻️🐠Shadlad Follow Go ahead, dry yourself out then ;) ♻️🪷nootnootnewt Follow Hey man, I hate invasive species as much as anyone else but please stop telling people to beach themselves for political reasons- yeah that includes inavsives too ♻️🦐typical_scud Follow Did you legit just use the word Invas*ve to describe introduced species? ♻️🦢flatfootswimmer Follow anyone in this thread eat pondweed?

♻️🐟largemouthbASS Follow A colab with my mutual @2xcrested_cormorant after they got released from the wildlife hospital. They haven't been on much since the Fish and Wildlife Service released them in the wrong lake and it took them a while to get back to their colony. We hope this guide will help you avoid accidentally eating/engaging with bait!

[sabyfangirl]

Chapter 6: To the Creature Rescue!

"Almost there," Aviva bit her lip, typing as fast as she could, "and... Listo!" A brand new, blue disc popped out of the disc maker, ending up in her grasp. "One green sea turtle disc ready to go!"

"Way to go, Aviva!" Koki cheered, before calling back the blue Kratt. "Martin, come in. The disc is ready."

"Finally!" Martin was still swimming, keeping up with the baby sea turtles for DNA activation.

"Send it Jimmy!" Aviva then threw the disc at the napping ginger guy, along with Martin's CPS.

"Huh, wha-" Jimmy suddenly woke up, just in time to catch the disc and the suits, "Woah! Got 'em!" He then placed them on the teleporter. "And zap it!" The items disappeared in the blink of an eye, before reappearing in front of the Kratt in blue.

"Alright, thanks Jimmy!" Martin caught his suit in mid-air, followed by the disc. He threw on his suit. "Insert disc, touch baby animal," his finger rested on one of the sea turtles' tiny heads, "activate green sea turtle power!"

A blast of blue encompassed the Kratt's form, morphing into a humanoid sea turtle. And just like that, he was ready to save the day. "To the creature rescue!" He used his flippers to swim at full speed toward East.

From his point of vew, Chris could see Gourmand getting ready to cook Emerald. His eyes widened as the chef approached the vulnerable creature with...a CLEAVER.

"Gourmand stop!" Chris let out just as he was about to use it. "You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can!" Gourmand spat, a shred of frustration in his voice. "I'll make a huge profit out of this meal," he grinned.

"Who would want to eat a sea turtle anyway?" Chris asked, in an attempt to buy more time.

"Me, of course, and people who will pay me for it," he shot him a malicious glare, sending chills down the green Kratt's spine. "And now..." He rose the large knife high in the air, Chris' eyes getting teary at the sight, before bringing it down at the turtle's neck.

"NOOO!" Chris looked away, his eyes closed shut, tears slipping from the corners. He waited for the sound of a blade slashing through skin... But it never came. Instead, was a sudden and unexpected-

BAM.

"Ow!" Gourmand shrieked, the cleaver flying out of his hand and into the water. Chris' eyes flew open as he took a look at the situation; Gourmand was holding his hand in pain, a metal object resting on the floor near him. Emerald seemed still alive. Immense relief washed over the green Kratt, followed by confusion.

"Where did that come from?" Gourmand growled, looking around for the source.

"The answer is right here."

A familiar voice came out of nowhere.

"Huh?" Gourmand looked puzzled. "Hey wait a second... I recognize that voice!"

"Martin," whispered Chris.

Out of the water, jumped a big blue turtle-shaped form, which was quickly surrounded by a blast of blue, blinding the chef. The form landed on the floor, not too far from the counter. Gourmand finally looked at the person, to find none other than-

"Blueberry?!" He was both flabbergasted and provoked. "Didn't expect to see yah anytime soon." He adopted a more defensive pose, as if he were preparing himself for a fight.

"Oh yeah, well I'm here to stop you from trying to cook our friend," Martin said proudly, none the wiser to the fact that Gourmand's hand, hidden under the counter, was feeling around for something that would help him deal with the disturbance.

Meanwhile, Martin stole a glance at his brother, then at Emerald; the sight of his hands tide up to that bar, and the creature helplessly lying on its shell rendering his flame of determination burn even stronger.

"Chris, you alright?" he finally asked, receiving a slightly shaken nod.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Chris gave him a faint but reassuring smile.

It was at that moment that the chef found what he was looking for. "Ah hah!" He took out his popular dough blaster, specifically designed for shooting sticky dough at his enemies, immobilizing them in place. Just as he was aiming at him, Martin swiftly backflipped into the water, avoiding the first couple of dough shots on the dot. Gourmand, utterly frustrated that he missed his target, went over to look down for the blue Kratt. Instead, he was met by a familiar blast of blue light, then nothing. He scratched his bald head in perplexity. "Where'd he go?"

On the opposite side of the restaurant, Martin hopped back on it after deactivating his suit yet again; a clever method for dealing with Gourmand. Chris couldn't help but snicker at the scene.

Martin then picked up a random rolling pin on the counter, before whistling. "Looking for someone?" Gourmand quickly turned around to find a mocking expression on the blue Kratt's face, along with the baking utensil at hands with which he was in a sword fighting pose.

Sensing a challenge, he dropped his dough blaster. "So you wanna play," he took out a slotted spoon out of his kitchen utensils' holder, getting in position. "Let's play." His honor was at stake.

The fight commenced; Gourmand lunged at Martin with an intimidating roar, striking down at him with the spoon, his opponent deftly parrying every attack thrown his way, Gourmand continued thrusting his spoon forward in quick movements as he danced around him, the clashing of wood filling the air. "Is that all you got?" Martin laughed, the chef only reacting by feinting a high attack, then quickly switching to a low strike, striking him in the side and sending him crashing into the corner of the restaurant, dropping his weapon in the process. "Not quite," Gourmand smirked as he marched up to the half-conscious Kratt, rising his spoon in the air after performing a flashy flourish.

Chris' eyes widened, his heart racing with panic. "Uhm, Gourmand!" The chef turned to look at him fortunately, temporarily distracted from his objective. "You know those were some- uh, really impressive moves," he managed to say, sounding awfully unconvincing.

Gourmand, however, couldn't help but brag, falling for the trick. "What can I say? I am Gaston Gourmand, the greatest swords fighting chef of all time!" What he didn't notice was Martin slowly regaining himself, his eyes landing on that same dough blaster from before, laying on the floor right next to him. Smoothly, he grabbed it before aiming at the preoccupied chef.

"Huh?" Gourmand suddenly looked down to find his own weapon about to be used on him, but before he could react, dough blasted him on the face, then on the legs. He fell backwards, finally getting a taste of his own medicine. He tried to speak but the dough on his face made it muffled and incomprehensible.

"Way to go, bro!" Chris cheered, Martin getting back on his feet and throwing away the dough blaster.

"It was nothing," he said modestly, filling up a cup of water and going over to pour it on the dough keeping his brother's hands imprisoned. "Thanks." They both looked at Emerald, still on his back and unable to move. "Now let's help the poor guy."

Working together, they lifted the heavy amphibious all the way to the water where he belonged, wiping the sweat off their foreheads and sighing in satisfaction. Their attention was drawn by the sound of Gourmand's struggling to get the dough off his face.

"Let's get outta here, bro!" Martin earged, grabbing his brother's hand and jumping into the water, following Emerald, before reactivating his sea turtle suit. "Hopp on!" he offered, Chris happily riding on his back. "Quick, let's go before Gourmand breaks free from the dough!"

With the help of his flippers, Martin swam as fast as he could, Emerald being his swim mate.

That evening on the beach, near the Tortuga, the crew - Aviva, Koki and Jimmy - were out admiring the calmer waves, glimmering in the sunset, giving off the sensation of peace and tranquillity.

"What a day," Aviva started, "at least everything's back to normal."

"Yeah, Emerald is safe," Koki continued.

"And we got Chris back," Jimmy added.

"And Martin is no longer afraid of swimming," Aviva finished.

"Speaking of those two, where'd they go?" Koki quizzed, Aviva and Jimmy looking at each other cluelessly.

"We don't know," Jimmy shrugged.

Suddenly, they heard familiar voices coming from the sea. The Kratt brothers were spending some quality time with their fellow turtle friend, swimming around and splashing each other like kids, Martin still in his suit.

"There they are," Aviva chuckled, Koki and Jimmy joining in turn.

At last, the brothers were met by a strong and unanticipated wave, sending them both back to shore and crawling out of the sea foam, Martin deactivating through it all. Then they dropped on the sand, laughing hard, the team exchanging amused and content expressions.

Finally, the two creature adventurers got into a sitting position, looking out on the beautiful setting sun behind the waves, illuminating them with golden strings of light, Emerald still joyfully swimming around, not seeming worried about anything. The brothers side hugged, the younger's head resting on the older's shoulder.

"Thanks for the save, bro."

"Don't worry about it."

And the sun disappeared below the horizon, giving way to a new twilight.

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[thedepressedpoetsblog]

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Yep! I made sure to have a couple white sturgeon clips because of that. Mostly California is just in the song, it’s about Joan Baez and folk music in general! Although, I did originally plan on having a wide shot of California’s river delta, since it’s the actual home of those sturgeons and I usually like to follow along with the song! I even got a clip ready for the video but I ended up feeling a little unsatisfied with it. The original plan was to have a back-and-forth of sturgeon habitat and sturgeons themselves but I think I like this a little better

A video dedicated to the woman ever!

[pochaccoups]

things you do that make svt bust quick (nsfw)

seungcheol —; tell him how good he’s doing

he’s a leo male… please stroke his ego.

tell him how you love his cock, how big he is, how it hits so deep inside you. tell him “right there,” and “keep going,” and to do it “just like that.”

stroke his possessive side too. tell him no one else can fuck you like he can, no one else can stretch you out so good, no one else can make you cum like he does. tell him that your pussy is made for him only.

be loud for him. god, he loves hearing you moan. say his name, beg for more, sob, whimper, gasp for him. don’t be shy about it. it’ll only be a matter of time before you butter him up enough to make him cum.

jeonghan —; beg

everyone knows yoon jeonghan likes having people at his mercy. he gets a little unhinged when he has power over someone—so imagine what he gets like when you’re writhing on his cock, gasping his name so sweetly, your eyes glimmering with tears as he fucks you hard.

“what is it, pretty?” he asks, and like the devil he is, he slows the movement of hips, pulling out of you until his tip barely kisses your also weeping hole. it’s torture for him too, to leave the hot, tight haven that is your cunt, but to him it’s worthwhile.

“wanna cum, hannie,” you whimper.

“hm… i don’t know if i should let you yet,” he says, dipping back inside just an inch. years of him being yours means you don’t miss the tiny strain in his voice that betrays his perfectly collected demeanour.

“please, hannie, please, please, please, let me cum. i’ve been so good,” you sob, squeezing your thighs where they rest on his hips.

you watch as a switch flips in his eyes within a millisecond. a grin lights up his face and he shudders, and he’s sliding back inside you, fucking in and out of you harder and faster than before. safe to say it doesn’t take long for either of you to cum after that.

joshua —; make eye contact

his pretty doe eyes make staring into them your favourite thing in the world, and if you asked him his favourite pastime, he’d tell you that it was gazing into your irises.

it’s also his biggest weakness. from the way you’ve got your mouth wrapped around his dick, throat gagging even though you’re only halfway down it, joshua feels his sanity slipping away. his fingers curl into the bedsheets below as he watches you work him, revels in the warmth of your tongue sliding up and down his shaft.

when your eyes flick up to meet his he doesn’t stand a chance. not with how glimmering they are, brimming softly with tears, yet swimming with adoration. with worship.

heat washes over his whole body, he’s gasping, and the salty warmth of his release pools on your tongue.

jun —; put his fingers in your mouth

when junhui gets inside you he has a one-track mind. he becomes rapt with pleasure, drunk from the warm squeeze of your pussy around him, focused on nothing but the sensation of you, the sight of you under him, the sound of you in his ears.

the effect you have on him is dangerous, because you’re equally obsessed with him as he is with you, and you’re not afraid to show him.

and you love his hands, he knows you do—knows how you love his slender fingers and their soft touches all over you, inside you. your brain is cloudy, fogged by lust when you take him by his wrist and bring his fingers to your mouth. your eyes sparkle as your lips wrap around his index finger, your soft tongue swirling around it.

jun’s mouth parts with awe, his eyes growing round. a second later, he stills inside you with a gasp of your name, like he’s praying to you, all the while you’re sucking on his finger like a devil.

hoshi —; scratch him

he’s a little bit of a freak, and a masochist too.

when he’s got you folded in half, hitting all the right spots inside you, you cling to him in every way you can—fingers grabbing at his biceps, his shoulders. one particular stroke of his hips has you squealing.

your nails sink into his skin, crying out his name as you rake them down the toned planes of his back. the second you do, soonyoung is grunting, hips stilling, cock twitching as a sticky warmth suddenly floods your cervix.

the worst part about it is how he always has the stupidest, most shit-eating smug grin on his face when he examines your damage in the bathroom after, and you know that if he could, he would post the selfies he takes in the mirror all over instagram. what’s even worse though? seeing your marks makes him hard again.

wonwoo —; cry

you’re such a sensitive little thing and wonwoo adores you. one orgasm on his fingers and you’re already overstimulated—“but baby, i haven’t even put my cock in you yet,” he’ll coo.

like it’s your fault you have a boyfriend with skilled fingers and a skilled tongue and who knows you inside and out like the back of his hand, who knows where to touch you and how hard and what pace makes you writhe the most.

by the time he does get inside you, you’re gasping and whining and clawing at him, tears springing to your eyes because he’s so big and so deep, but the stretch is so addictive that it’s dizzying. his voice is low and husky as he mutters to you a mixture of teases and praise, calls you his pretty girl and then laughs at sensitive you are, pretends he’s not on the verge of coming from the sound of your choked gasps.

your belly starts to pulse with that familiar heat and by then you’re keening for him, whimpering a mixture of his name and endless pleas as it starts to become too much. your sobs go straight to his cock, and it’s only a matter of time before he reaches his climax, and his gasps of pleasure harmonise with your own cries.

woozi —; pull his hair

he’s been growing his hair out. after all your begging, he finally listened. in a way, though, it’s backfired a little on you, because the longer it gets the more insane you become. and the thing is you never expected him to let it get to his shoulders—and still he doesn’t plan on cutting it. well, good. you would kill him if he did.

when his face is between your legs you’re nothing short of a feral animal—your hips bucking wild against his mouth, your legs trembling on his shoulders, your fingers, of course, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. he makes you whine when he pulls away from your needy, sticky cunt to tsk at you, tells you to cut it out and keep your hands to yourself. (it’s because he’s about to cream his pants).

when he bends you in half beneath him, ruts into you hard and fast and relentless, you need leverage. your hands land on the back of his neck, fingertips grazing at his roots, then one slam of his hips into yours has his cock bumping against the most sensitive spot inside you and your grasping at his hair and crying his name so desperately. no longer can he hold back, strained groans slipping past his lips as he lets go inside you.

dokyeom —; hold his hand

a sentimental sweetheart, seokmin is an utter romantic who thinks that being inside of you, whether in your mouth or your pussy, is intimacy in its purest form. now imagine showing him just how much more intimate things can get.

he’s losing his mind at the feeling of your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, the way you swallow his length down making him see stars. he can’t bare to look at you—he needs to focus on taking deep breaths so that he doesn’t cum straight down your throat. then he feels you grabbing at one of his hands, lacing your fingers together, and no amount of deep breathing can stop him from releasing.

and when he fucks you it’s no different—it’s him in near tears, whimpering your name between incoherent words over and over, and as soon as you take his hand in yours and your fingers wrap around his, there’s nothing else he can do but succumb to his own pleasure.

mingyu —; take control

he’s big and strong; strong enough to put you into whatever position he wants, to make you cum at his command, to do just as he pleases with you.

but that’s exactly why he likes it when you slap him around a little.

you can’t exactly bend him into doggy or use your weight to keep him pinned to the mattress, but you can sit yourself pretty on his cock and ride him teasingly slow. you can tell him he’s not allowed to touch you or you’ll stop moving. you can tell him to kiss you, to go slower, to go harder.

you can sit up and put a hand around his throat, still your hips, and tell him he can fuck you himself if he wants to cum. and he’ll do just that—and as soon as you utter the words, he’s gone, whining out curses as he fills you up in white, warm spurts.

minghao —; whisper in his ear

minghao often tells you how he adores your voice. when you talk to him he’s entranced, and he’s always been more of a listener than a talker, and it’s perfect because you always have so much to say, and minghao will listen to every last word of yours.

your voice—minghao’s kryptonite, his achilles’ heel, his undoing and, oh, the way you moan for him when he’s got you on his cock is enough to make his heart stop beating. the perverted part of him wishes he could record you, hide the file away on his phone and listen to you when he’s overseas and he can’t call you. maybe he’ll ask you about that, if he can find the courage.

the final blow is when you’re getting close. you lean in, right next to his ear, so close that your breath sends shivers along his skin. “please, hao, i’m so close,” you whisper, yet you still sound so desperate and depraved. “you are too, right? cum for me, please. i’ll cum for you too.”

so he does just that—minghao gives in and lets his orgasm wash over him, fingertips drawing circles on your clit until mere moments later he hears the sound of your own cresting pleasure and he feels himself getting hard again.

seungkwan —; wrap your legs around him

it’s a fact that seungkwan loves to be close to you. if he could, he would crawl inside of your skin and live in your heart. but since he can’t, constant physical touch is the next best thing.

he likes to think he has relatively good self-control…most of the time. like when he’s buried to the hilt inside you, he’s incredible at keeping in rhythm, fucking into you at the most perfect pace for both you and him, hitting the spot that makes your back arch off the bed.

somehow he never sees it coming—when your arms are snaked around his neck and you’re holding onto him for dear life as he takes you to heaven, and your legs wrap around his waist so that you can pull him in impossibly deep. then you bring his face to yours, and you have the most irresistible little pout on your face when you make your request. “cum inside me, seungkwannie?”

and it’s not like he has much choice with the way you’ve trapped him inside of you, but that’s the very reason why the next second he’s pumping you full, because when it’s you, how is he supposed to have any self-control?

vernon —; touch yourself

it’s not like vernon can last long in general. he thinks you’re the hottest thing alive and he’s so enamoured with you that it’s too much for him sometimes, but you best believe he’ll put his all into holding out just for you.

there are times, however, where he’s just a man. and what’s a man to do when he has a goddess riding his dick? when your tits look so pretty, bouncing in his face, when you have that fucked out look in your eyes, when you feel like heaven and hell all at once?

and what the fuck is a man to do when your hand drifts down between your legs, to your aching clit, and your fingers start to rub it in circles, or when your other hand grasps one of your tits and tugs at one of your own nipples? and your sweet pussy clenches around him so tight when you do, clamps down on him in an hot, wet embrace, so what else can he do but cum?

dino —; say ‘i love you’

another sweet, sentimental boy. lee chan is head over heels for you, enamoured, obsessed, smitten, infatuated with you… the list of things he is around you is endless.

it shows in the way he fucks you—always takes his time with you, never rushes taking you apart. every touch of his is intentional, meant to set you both ablaze. when he eats you out to prep you for his cock, he has to try not to cum in his pants from how pretty you are.

where he really doesn’t stand a chance however is when he’s bottomed out inside you, as close as he can possibly be with you—so close you’re practically one. the sweetest sounds fall from your lips, spurring on his expert thrusts.

his forehead is plastered to yours, the pair of you revelling in one another’s sweat and gasps for air. “i love you,” you confess gently, and chan falls over the edge of pleasure not a moment later.

[teddybeartoji]

“look at me, hm?”

toji's voice is barely above a whisper, his words softer than ever. with his hands circled around your middle, he stands there behind you, his chest glued against your back like a big bear. his heavy head rests on your shoulder, eyes locked onto yours in a quiet plea. you think you hear a pout in his tone. 

but you don’t give him a reaction, gaze locked onto the vegetables on the cutting board in front of you.

you’re upset with him and toji feels like he's dying.

all of this just because you're jealous.

because the love of his life is jealous. 

toji only spared her a glance, brushing her off and saying that his partner is waiting for him – she’s the one that went on and on, talking about the milk carton in his hands as if toji had never seen it before. but little do you know, every single word that spilled from the stranger, went in one ear and right out the other – toji couldn’t be less interested in anybody other than you. if you were to crack open his head and take a look around, it’d be all you. you and your laugh, you and your eyes, you and your hands, you and your hobbies. you and you and you. even when he was standing there with the milk carton in his hand, the only thing on his mind was how he’s going to watch you chomp down a big bowl of cereal the next morning. 

you just happened to see the moment the woman leaned closer with a charming smile on her lips and her hand on his forearm while saying her goodbye, and that was enough for the ugly thoughts to bully themselves into your head.

even though you trust toji, you know he doesn’t entertain any flirting attempts that might come his way, but sometimes… sometimes you just can’t help but feel that you might not be enough. what if he did think the woman was more beautiful, or maybe he did find the guy, who asked for his help at the gym the other day, hot? what if he found them more interesting than you, what if he feels himself stuck to you against his will? 

you heard your own words swimming around in your head and cringed at yourself, ashamed that you were letting that weird growth of jealousy torment you.

but it had already taken root. 

that evil, ugly little thing in the back of your mind. and you couldn’t shake it.

not on your own at least. 

toji had made his way over to you, taking his place by your side while squinting at the little piece of paper in his hands. but you were quiet, more so than usual, and toji isn’t stupid – he might not be the best with feelings and emotions, but he does know you. 

he could tell just by the way you avoided his gaze, the way you started to shorten your answers. the way you pulled away and into yourself – he watched you disappear into your own head right in front of his eyes and he hated it. 

but not wanting to push any wrong buttons here in public, he swallowed your silence with a heavy heart and guided you to your car with a hand on your lower back. he’s not as afraid as he used to be – he isn’t as scared to step into your space, now knowing that this is just what you need sometimes. a little push, a little nudge, to break free from the vines of envy and jealousy and doubt. he’ll burn them, he’ll cut you free. 

the car ride home was quiet. with your head rested against the window and eyes set on the passing buildings and cars, toji found himself stealing glances at you every chance he got. oh, how he hated the pout on your lips, the very same one you’re wearing now. all he wanted to do was to take you into his arms and kiss you, hold you. to make you laugh. to make you forget every single thing that has ever bothered you.

toji let you simmer for exactly ten minutes, just enough for you to change into your pyjamas and to wash up before deciding on your distraction – the dishes. he snuck up on you as silently as he could; the tips of his fingers itched to feel your skin under them, his ears tired from the silence in the apartment. the sigh that you let out as he pressed himself flush against you, sounded better than anything before. toji had already started to miss you in those twenty minutes you were away from him. 

“please… “

it’s not often you get to hear that word, especially in that tone, so it’s hard for you to ignore the stuttering of your poor, sensitive heart. his nose nudges against your cheek and you put down the knife to lean into him on instinct; with your hands on top of his, your bodies mold together like pieces of a puzzle. 

“you know you’re the only one for me…” 

the words form in the back of his mouth and roll from his tongue like a low purr. they’re coated in something sweet, in something only you get to see and feel. his arms tighten around you and you know he means it. his heart beats against your back, as nervous as it is confident. he’s sure about his statement but a part of him is still scared that you won’t have him. that you’ll leave him. 

“she talked about the milk, that’s all she did, sweetheart.” gently, he sways your bodies side to side, letting the warmth of his body engulf you as he ropes you back to him.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“do you believe me?”

it’s something you’ve been practicing in order to get rid of any remaining specks of doubt. it goes both ways; he trusts that you’ll say what’s on your mind and you do the same. 

honesty. 

raw and real.

“yes.”

toji lets out a little puff of air through his nostrils, a wave of relief settling into his body. he knows it’s not over just yet, but it’s a start.

“can i kiss you?”

toji’s mossy green eyes meet yours for the first time in what feels like forever and all he can think about is how much you mean to him. his darling, his baby. he’s not one to be a sap, but hell, when it comes to you, he’s more than willing to drop to his knees and recite love poems for you if that’s what you’d like. anything and everything. 

he watches your eyes flick down to his mouth and then back up again and the little nod you give him is more than enough for him to finally press his lips to yours in a needy, hungry kiss. you melt into each other – skin against skin, tongue against tongue, it just feels right. the spark between you is still there, burning brighter than ever after all the time you’ve spent together. over hills and mountains, through lakes and rivers – nothing is too much or too little for the two of you to conquer together. he’ll be there for you and you’ll be there for him. 

“‘m all yours, sweetheart.”

his hushed words slip right between your lips and slither their way down your throat. inside, they bloom and they flourish. they overtake the rotting weeds that were growing there before and you feel it. you feel it happen. he breathes into you and you become alive again.

"i love you."