#fin hair ONLY

[freaky-flawless]

EARS!!!

HE HAS EARS!!!

[mossypidder]

MERMAY 2024 MAIN CAST- look at my stupid, idiot little children, I love them so much. If I can keep up, this year is gonna be fun; I have angsty plots >:3

MerMay 2024 Masterpost

Relative size reference and anatomical ramblings below cut.

Here’s a vague size comparison thing for all of them. And a human for perspective

I really, desperately want to make an illustrated guide to my merfolk lore, because it’s extensive and I’m really proud of it. But that sounds slightly overwhelming, so idk, but here are some random scraps that pertain to these four. My fish mers aren’t allowed to have hair; they have a variety of different fins on their head to mimic it instead. Oviparous fish (e.g. remora) lay their eggs and their mer counterparts do likewise, and therefore don’t have nipples and/or breasts. Eggs of ovoviviparous fish (e.g. manta ray) hatch shortly before giving birth and do not consume anything resembling milk, so their mer counterparts do not have nipples and/or breasts. Viviparous fish (e.g. lemon shark) essentially nurse when in the womb, so their mer counterparts nurse after having given birth and have nipples and/or breasts. Mammals (e.g. monk seal) are self explanatory.

Also most animals hatch or are born with navels, because even in eggs, there’s a cord from the embryo to the yolk sack. Oviparous and ovoviviparous creatures just tend to be better at healing the scar. However, I’ve decided that mers are not as good at healing the scar, and thus, have bellybuttons.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

[stvrxstruck]

[kirbyddd]

lest we forget princess ruto was ripped in the original graphics

[thelaughingmerman]

I get to go home soon and eat an egg sandwich and toast and if I don't pass put as soon as head hits pillow draw a little then it just one 6 hour shift before the weekend again. I have plans if anxiety let's me rest. I'm hopeful, this evening was so good I woke up early enough to eat a sandwich and have a coffee (and a water I'm working hard on upping my h20) and I was even able to do the dishes which was fancy. I did forget to check of the stove was off so had to turn back on my way to work (it was but I made it on time anyway so)

[buddy-arc]

// there he is… the Whole Constellation himself, Omega! pre-division, primarily, since he would look a little different if reassembled. regardless, this beast is massive if the size of his claw v. the size of elizabeth was anything to go by. gigaton antimatter space lobster

[fanaroff]

Dp x DC Prompt: Space Like An Ocean

An alien had taken up residence outside of the Watchtower. Its first appearance immediately started a panic with most of the heroes that could survive in space converging on the station to see whether it was friend or foe. In the end, it did not seem either.

In fact, it seemed fine with just basking and napping wrapped around parts of the Watchtower that made up the outside. It wasn’t the size of the Watchtower, but off and on it was a very near thing.

Humanoid, yet distinctly inhuman. White whispy hair sat atop its head, pointed ears, and the only feature that could be made out of its face were two bright green glowing eyes. A color that sent Batman into a research frenzy. Its skin was void-dark. Almost looking as if a piece of space itself had separated from the cosmos and took and almost snake-like form. Or maybe an eel?

The most notable thing about the creature were its injuries. Multiple lacerations covered it, leaking a green that never touched the Watchtower and seemed to evaporate not long after leaving its body. Any silent attempts to collect it for study and to figure out what it was were met with emotionless green eyes and a bare hint of fang. They backed off quickly.

Flash liked to call it a mer-eel. “Cause it’s got an almost human torso, two arms, and the rest just kind of curls up!”

Wonder Woman was unimpressed with this. “That would suggest it is more like a naga.”

To which Green Lantern replied, “No, no, he’s right. There’s an almost white fin-like bit that goes down the tail like an eel’s does.”

Any more attempts to identify the creature led to nothing and soon the “eel” became a silent fixture of the Watchtower.

It was ages later when Zatanna entered the Watchtower to discuss a completely non-connected case when she stumbled immediately upon leaving the Zeta Tube and had to lean against a wall, breathing heavily.

“Something feels like Death.” Was all she could get out before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she dropped to the ground. She wouldn’t wake up, dead asleep. Immediate worry all around lead to Justice League Dark being contacted in full.

Constantine with Deadman in tow were ultimately the ones to solve the mystery. It took but a moment for Deadman to be seen thanks to Constantine’s “magic” and awe was the first thing apparent on his face. Deadman didn’t even need to leave the Watchtower to know what it was.

“Oh,” he whispered like a prayer. “So that’s where he goes when he takes a break.”

Queue questioning.

“He” turned out to be Phantom, the Ghost King who had apparently decided the Watchtower was a perfect basking spot. Confusion was abound at this.

“No, see,” Deadman tried to explain. “He has two Obsessions and the Watchtower feeds into both. Heroes who protect, as he is a protector spirit himself and probably feels a kinship, and space.”

Constantine and Deadman explained as best as they could, but when the questions finally settled, the last was “Why isn’t Constantine affected like Zatanna? Why aren’t the rest of them affected like Zatanna?”

“That’s easy!” Deadman piped. “None of you are attuned to death magic! I’m a ghost, he’s my King. Zatanna is a magician with experience in most magics. And Constantine doesn’t own enough of his soul to feel the death!”

In the end, a request from Deadman was all it took for things to change. With barely a rumble, Phantom pulled himself from the Watchtower and drifted far enough away for his aura to no longer affect Zatanna. The heroes could only watch in awe as the eel-like god returned to the open ocean of space.

Addition:

There were a giant green eyes observing the conference room. Every hero inside was frozen in place, staring back at the eyes and trying their best not to move a muscle. Phantom had moved from atop the station. Phantom had acknowledged them. Phantom was staring at them from a window of the Watchtower.

No one knew why he was there. Just that suddenly he was. The bright green lighting the entire room with its shine was the only warning they got. They stared. He stared.

Slowly, he moved. A hand-shape pointed with a claw. They were confused. The hand made a pointing motion again.

The table?

Ah. Several shards of kryptonite sat on the table. The topic of the discussion as someone had somehow gotten ahold of the shards and used them against Superman. They needed to know who supplied them.

The hand pointed again.

Why did Phantom want the shards?

Apparently, it wasn’t up to them to question as the pointing hand phased into the room, palm up. Waiting. No one moved for a moment until a white narrowed slit formed in Phantom’s eyes.

Green Lantern was quick to grab the shards (Batman made a token protest, those were his damn it) and placed them in the palm. He shivered as his finger brushed the skin, ice cold washing up and down his spine.

The hand closed, retracted and approached the face. The eyes stared as a large mouth opened (fangs, sharp sharp fangs laid in green) and a tongue popped out. The shards were placed on the tongue and the mouth closed with a sharp crunch.

Phantom grinned almost smugly before he drifted away from the window and back to the top of the Watchtower.

“Did- Did Phantom just ask for a snack?”

[emacrow]

Aquaman was only patrolling the ocean, not expecting a baby mer swimming with the whales along the way.

It one of the few things he would like to do in his free time is to help the ocean sea with minor problems, a seal having his neck stuck with a plastic can holder, a a couple shark with a hook stuck to her fin/nose or tailfin, a couple of trapped rare fish in poacher traps.

He wasn't expecting a small group of whales, mainly a momma whale and two Baby whales to swim by singing their song while hunting a vast enormous group of krills.

Only to hear a tiny little baby mer singing along with them. It was a boy, with chubby lil arms, a beautiful trails of sparkling white and neon green color, fade gray and black tips mer tailwind. A fainted trail of electric shock probably from a mishap by jellyfish tracing from one of his chubby hand down to his body.

Hair white as snow, eyes greener then the grass on land, tanned skin and a odd sliver mechanism purple clock on a necklace that was ticking slowly despite being in deep underwater.

Arthur was going to get closer but the Momma whale Block his view using her vast body after she noticed him getting closer, the two Baby whales hiding behind her along with the baby mer.

Meanwhile Danny as clockwork apprentice until he grows into his state as the ruler of ghost realm and away from noisy observators has been on a mission to keep the timeline in check in other dimensions. Clockwork insisted this form would do the trick

Part 2 link here <-

[serotosin]

Cockwarming w Sevika

(would like to add this is only my second time writing anything NSFW so no i am not the best and the more i reread this the more i hate it so here i am posting it before i hate it too much, anyways enjoy ya little sevika enthusiasts)

It started with you coming into sevika’s space, desperate for attention and it ended with her annoyed and you sat on her lap with the strap buried deep inside you, she was annoyed at you’re bothersome antics and desperate attempts for attention and this was your punishment.

Her grip on your hips were unyielding and every small movement never escaped her notice.

“Quit moving.” She warns in a low tone as she delivers a small warning smack to your thigh, yet her eyes never look up from what she’s doing

She doesn’t see the need in your eyes, the furrow of your brows, the way your bottom lip is stuck between your teeth as you bit it. She didn’t have to look at you to know what your expression was.

“Sevika..please-“ Your pleas gets cut short as Sevika raises a brow and looks up at you with a silent warning in her eyes

“I said no. You’re going to sit here and warm this cock like a good girl, okay?” Sevika responds in a cold tone but you didn’t miss the lust in her eyes as she looked back at her task

You bit back the urge to whine or whimper as you knew the better you listened the more likely you were to get what you wanted…but the feeling of being so full, the tip pressing against all the right places even with each unintentional movement was making your need harder to contain.

Minutes passed and to you it felt like hours, you were so needy you started to try and subtly shift your hips, just a little as you were desperate.

“What did I tell you?” Sevika says as her grip on your hips grows increasingly tighter, she speaks through clenched teeth

“I couldn’t help it! This is torture!” You whine out as you grip onto your own thighs as you lean forward a bit, Sevika’s irritation makes her snap.

In one quick movement the stuff on top of the desk was thrown to the floor and she stood up, pushing the toy deeper into you as she pushed you with her and bent you over the desk, she didn’t wait to start snapping her hips into you, driving the toy into you over and over again as her hips slam against your ass.

“This what you wanted, Hm? To be fucked? Have this tight fucking hole ruined by me?” Sevika says through gritted teeth as she reaches a hand around to start circling your clit and the other hand grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you back

“Y-yes…Fuck…yes!” You moan out your response as you had quickly became cock dumb, unable to focus on anything other than the way sevika fucks you and handles you

“Look at you, practically drooling over how i’m fucking you” Sevika reaches down and grabs your thigh, lifting it onto the desk so she can drive the toy deeper into your dripping cunt, squelching with each deep thrust

Your eyes were half lidded and to sevika, you had the most sluttiest expression she had ever seen and she was loving it, she started to rub your clit faster as she placed her free hand on the desk next to your head, her head dipping to place her mouth right next to your ear

“Be a good girl, Cum for me…all over my cock, c’mon baby…” Sevika coo’s into your ear, knowing that her sweet tone would send you over

You gripped the wood of the desk under you as you had felt your orgasm wash over you, your eyes rolled back and you arched your back down and pressed your chest against the cool material as you moaned out desperately, squeezing the toy so tightly as you came all over it, Sevika’s name leaving your lips like a prayer.

“Good girl…such a good girl for me..” Sevika slows her movements as she turns her head and places a soft kiss on your shoulder

Once your orgasm had passed she slowly slid out of you and took the harness off and set it aside, she sat back in her seat and pulled you with her, letting you curl up in her lap, your head laid on her shoulder as she ran her fingers through your hair

“You did so good for me, baby…I love you” Sevika whispers softly as she kisses your head then lays her cheek on top of where she just kissed

“I love you more” You mutter out as your eyes were already closing and sleep was soon taking over

[greenlaut]

the four hunters 🗡🌿

extras + rambles below cut

yipeee i finally finished this illustration 🎉🎉

this is my personal take on the hunters gang (we will ignore that boromir died). honestly, i had a lot of fun thinking of the designs.

had to bring back my aragorn with his silly braid and blue hair ribbon. he's a ranger for most of his life, so he'd definitely go for practicality and what he's already familiar with—so no armour nor gambeson. he probably had a small fight with elrond before they left for the quest; where elrond tried to make him swap his gear for better, newer ones and aragorn just adamantly refusing because he's a lot more familiar (and more comfortable) with his own. which is why he's wearing tattered and worn rags. his red tunic is the only new thing he allowed elrond to swap to a new one. boromir definitely got exhasperated and somewhere down the line, he loaned aragorn his pair of arm bracers.

boromir (and faramir's (not featured here)) design changed a lot since the past years. it's a mash-up of both movie!boromir and lore accurate book!boromir. his hair is a lot darker and he has more of a storm blue-grey eyes as a nod towards his elendil ancestry. his clothing is heavily based off the movie. as for his cloak; since he's The son of gondor and denethor's favourite, i think he'd definitely get the fortune of wearing a fur cloak. the clasp has the white tree engraved on it.

gimli is by far my favourite. i always wanted to draw my take of gimli in his regalia. as a dwarven royalty, i think he'd groom his hair and beard really well, and he would've put on a lot of accessories to show his status. but since he's on a quest, he's not fully decked out in jewelries—wearing very practical clothing: gambeson with chainmail underneath. also, i like the dwarven fighting style they did in the hobbit movie where they go around and knock people off with melee. so gimli got hefty arm bracers and knuckle weights to really punch the shit out of some orcs.

for legolas; i think despite being an elf, he has the factors of being (1) mirkwood elf and (2) lowkey autistic coded. so he doesn't dress "like an elf"—not that the company would've known, with how limited their interactions with elves in general already. this meant that he dressed too casually despite going on a life-or-death quest. very light leather armour to support his speed and agility. he's not even wearing boots; just a pair of tree-climbing canvas shoes that he wrapped tightly. god knows how he survived this far. he's mostly a right handed archer—but since he lived for quite a long while, he taught himself to shoot with left hand too for emergencies. since his left hand isn't as stable as his right hand, he has a left-shoulder-pad.

THEY ALL HAVE SCARS because who doesn't get scars when you're literal warriors be fr. legolas' are more faded out though, because he's old as fuck.

close-ups:

fin.

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Sea Monster x Reader

In the spirit of Mermay, I come to you with a slightly different approach: an octopus hybrid, dwelling in the dark depths of ancient waters. :) Hopefully close enough to the sea monster you imagined, @wally0117

Content: gender neutral reader, male yandere, monster romance, reader likes sharks (a lot); inspired by The Shape of Water and My Octopus Teacher; photo from Whalebone Magazine

He’s always been aware of humans, naturally. Observed them from the beginnings of time, from the very first rudimentary attempt of a boat that crossed his waters. Though he can only guess how these creatures exist, how they breathe, how they move. What arrives in his depths is always a corpse of some sort. Bloated, decaying carcasses, rarely intact, whether chipped by fish or by time. Everything else is left to his imagination.

Until today. The fish are restless, the currents are stronger. Something must be happening above, stringing him along curiously. His many legs sway in tandem, opening and closing, as he investigates the source of interest. His pale white eyes narrow to a mere squint, unused to the light of the surface levels. At last, he finds it: a human.

Yet this one is unusual. Intact - save for the bleeding wound - and unlike the washed-out, cadaveric blue tint he’s normally accustomed to. He notices a twitch of the limb and it dawns on him: this one is still alive.

You wake up with a violent cough, thrusting out the leftover liquid that had invaded your lungs earlier. You clearly remember drowning, so how did you end up on shore again? The answer reveals itself rather quickly: a monstrous creature, albeit humanoid for the most part. The upper half resembles a man, but the torso ends in thick, enormous tentacles, now flopped onto the sand, surrounding your body. You search for the creature’s face, framed by translucent tendrils that seem to replace what you’d expect as hair.

“Thank you”. He scans your features and remains silent. Does he even understand human speech? After a moment of consideration, he looks ahead, surveying the water, then returns to you, giving you a nudge. He most likely wants to know how you ended up in that situation to begin with. “That’s, well…”

Conveniently enough, the monster has brought you back to your little camp, so you reach for your backpack and pull out a book. Of course, no words can ever replace the image itself. With renewed enthusiasm, you open your encyclopedia and turn it towards the man, showing him a photo of a sand tiger shark, tapping on it excitedly. “I was looking for sharks!”

Ever since the bizarre, life-saving encounter, you’ve been returning to the same spot most days. And without exception, the monster will be waiting for you in one of the neighboring caves. Judging by the pellucid, pale skin and his reluctance to be in the light, you guessed early on that he might be a creature of the depths.

One that has been around for a long time, it seems. Once he understood your interest in sharks and other aquatic animals, he developed a liking to play guide for you, silently touring you through forests of kelp, hidden caves, labyrinths of reefs and hills. He knows where the animals linger, and they don't scurry away when you approach. You've never dreamed of being so close to them, staring into their eyes and tracing their fins as they swim past you, unbothered and relaxed. The monster will gaze at you from a distance, amused by your passion.

On ground, you’ve begun your own little experiment: can the octopus creature learn sign language? You didn’t need long to discover how intelligent he is, mimicking your gestures with flawless ease, instantly memorizing the meanings, the connections, the implications. He seems to be terribly delighted by this newfound tool of communication, often asking you questions with earnest curiosity.

Ah, yes, the questions. It makes sense that he’d want to know more about humans, though his interrogations are rather…particular. Specific. It’s less about humans as a whole, and more about you. How long have you been swimming here? How deep can you actually swim, with or without aid? Might you have a family waiting for you back home? A mate, perchance? No? Interesting.

"My vacation will end soon", you sign with pursed lips. He tilts his head. "Leaving?" his webbed hands gesture, somewhat uneasy. You nod. You can discern a glint of melancholy in his eyes. Eventually, he resumes: "Would you like to see my home?" Your eyebrows raise in surprise. His home? Down there? Was such a thing even achievable for a human like you?

The plump suckers attach themselves to your skin, one resting over your mouth. "Do you trust me?" You cast one final glance over the underwater abyss, a black hole trapping all light and matter. You shake your head in approval. Without hesitation, he plunges over the cliff, pulling you after him and into the yawning void of darkness. His form glows eerily, and his movement is swift and elegant. You can tell this is his land, his territory. You would've been dead a long time ago.

He releases you on the wet stone, inside the air pocket of a cave. You need a few moments to overcome the wave of claustrophobia pressing against your lungs. As you catch your breath, you recall your long path from the surface. It would be impossible to make it back out again without your friend. A cold shiver runs across your spine. "Have a break, and I'll show you everything else afterwards", he gestures with a smile. "How long will it take? I don't want to walk back at night", you explain.

Silence. You stare into his empty orbs, awaiting a reaction. There's not a sound, not a gust of wind, not a shred of light. "You're not going back", he finally answers.

You see, he's done a fair amount of research himself. He doesn't need an encyclopedia to figure you out: how you breathe, how you move, how you exist. In fact, he is rather confident in his ways of helping you adapt to a life spent together. He would've never brought you down here if he wasn't certain of your survival. His grin widens in anticipation, a strange warmth enveloping his innards at the mere thought of it: a future with you in it, right here. However, one question remains, a cheeky, perverted detail that has been on his mind from the moment he met you, yet he could never investigate it properly.

How do humans mate?

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Redamancy ⭑

Masterlist

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Sister!reader

A/N: Based of scene in Domina if ykyk, also don't know if I like this one yet because it was written in the middle of the night :)

Warning: NSFW, 18+ mdni, making out, catching aegon getting sucked, oral (f receiving), vaginal and creampie (ofc).

Summary: During a brief walk at night you catch your eldest brother in a comprimising position with one of the servants. He obviously has to be a good brother and show you what that pleasure feels like.

Word count: 2K

It was a cold, breezy summer night. The temperature finally had dropped after such a scorching day. You twisted and turned in your bed, sleep didn’t come easily to you lately and it was affecting your daily duties. After a while you gave up, throwing the sheets of your body, your long silvery hair fell down your side. Your feet touched the cold stone floor beneath you and you walked over to your chaise, where your robe was draped over.

Maybe a walk would clear your mind. Now clad in your thin white nightgown and robe you slipped in some shoes and opened the door of your chamber. Your personal guard Ser Arryck immediately stood straight and asked where you were heading off to at such a late hour. You explained your insomnia and told him you’d go for a walk around the Red Keep. Nothing to worry about, you wouldn't go out or leave without guards. So you started your walk, shivering slightly at every breeze that flowed through the hallways. 

Deep in thought you didn’t notice you had wandered close to your eldest brother’s quarters, your mind on if you should perhaps alert the maesters of your troubles. But you quickly snapped back to reality when you noticed there were no guards around. How could they possibly leave Aegon’s chambers unguarded at night? Maybe you should check up on him, usually he is quite the night owl and you often went to him when you couldn’t find sleep, sharing some wine and a laugh with him.

You always had a good relationship with your brother, you were the youngest daughter of the King and Queen and one year older than Aemond. He always told you you were his favourite despite his sister-wife Helaena. But you knew Helaena didn’t have much interest in Aegon either. But what you didn’t know was how much Aegon liked you. He always knew he shouldn’t act on his desires, instead taking them out on servant girls and whores at brothels but every time he finished with them it was your name he muttered as he came.Your name he moaned and whined as he fisted his cock at night. 

Tonight was no different, it seemed his desire for you was worse in the summer, when you wore thinner, more exposing dresses to fight off the heat. As you approached his door with your fist raised, ready to knock you stopped at the sounds of soft moaning coming from his chamber. It didn’t sound like he was in trouble or pain but he was clearly awake. Curiosity took hold of you and you opened the door as silently as possible, you didn’t want him to know you were here just yet. Peeking inside you could see Aegon lying on his bed with a servant girl between his legs.

You could hear his soft moaning and groaning as well as the sucking noises of the servant girl. Clearly she was pleasing him, you could feel the jealousy as his panting became more frequent. You don’t know what came over you but you silently opened the door to fully reveal yourself. Aegon's eyes snapped to your barely clothed frame and made eye contact with you. Sitting up straighter his hand held the servant girl in place. The erotic sight of him, getting pleased while looking at you made you pant along with him. Your breath shortening as his mouth opened to speak, but he didn’t. 

Only moans left his pretty lips and they grew louder the longer he looked at you. Your chest heaving as you could feel the pleasure yourself. Thighs becoming wet, pressing them together for relief. Never had you felt this way. Aegon started to almost choke on air as he gave out some final groans. Then stammered out your name as he finished inside the girl’s mouth.

You finally realised what was happening and turned on your heels to run back to your chamber. The amount of times your mother had warned you about the sins of pleasure whirling through your mind. When you had reached your chamber Ser Arryck bid you goodnight as you went to sleep that night with an ache between your thighs. 

The next couple of days were filled with tension and shame. You felt like everyone knew what happened, what you had witnessed. Of course this wasn’t true but you were terrified of what Aegon was thinking. It also didn’t help that your mind uncontrollably went back to that night. The sounds he was making sounded so heavenly. And you couldn’t help but picture yourself in the servant's place.

Four days later it was another cool summer night. You were reading in bed with some candles still lit so you could make out what was written on the pages. You stopped mid sentence as you could hear chattering outside your door. Oh no, Aegon…and? Ser Arryk? This couldn’t go well. Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of some soft knocks on your door. “Come in.” You softly called out. 

Aegon stepped inside your chamber, a chalice of wine in one hand and two cups in his other with of course a big grin on his face. Like he always had when wine was nearby. “What did you say to Ser Arryk?” You were too curious not to ask. “Nothing to worry about sister, just if he could leave us a private moment. For some well needed…sibling time.” Aegon smiled as he put the cups down on your side table and immediately filled them. 

A content sigh leaving his lips as he brought a cup over to you. Grabbing his own as well, he joined you on your bed. Of course your mind instantly had to go back to that night. “Aegon I-” He cut you off before you could say more. “Don’t.” He looked hungrily at your chest. “You know what you saw- and heard. And I know what I saw, I saw how you looked at me, how it turned you on.” He smiled and took a big chug of his wine. 

It encouraged you to drink some as well. Knowing that the alcohol would make this easier. It always seemed to be for Aegon. “However I would be willing to bet you don’t even know what that means. But you know what pleasure means, don't you sweet sister?” He put his cup on the side table and went to sit closer to you. Putting your wine cup aside yourself, you also closed the book laying in your lap. “I guess I do. But it is a sin, mother said so. Septa Luelle said so.” 

You didn’t even look at him. Book now on the side table as well. “Did they now? And what would they know about us Targaryens? We don’t answer to gods nor men. We do whatever we want. So if we want to give each other pleasure, we will.” He pulled the covers of your legs and moved next to you. His hand grazing your lips as he made you look at him. Both of your breathing getting heavier.

Finally he gave in and forced his lips on yours. Both drunk on wine and desire. You tried to keep up with his movements but after a while you could feel his wet tongue sliding across your bottom lip. Not quite catching up on what he wanted, he caressed your breast through your thin nightgown. And as expected, you gasped which gave him a perfect excuse to entwine his tongue with yours.

With some time you got a better grip on how he wanted you to kiss him. How to mimic his movements and find your own rhythm. His hands were starting to wander more, getting more impatient by the minute. He parted his lips from yours, allowing the both of you to catch your breath. “Do you know how many times I had to pay extra to get a silver haired whore. Just so I could pretend I was fucking you? But now, you are finally mine to ruin.” He rasped.

He positioned you to lay down as he himself got on top of you. You could feel something hard poke your thighs. Aegon mouthed and nipped at your neck, desperate to touch every inch of you. “Let me show you exactly what it felt like, let me show you true pleasure.” He groaned in your neck, hands already busying themselves with hiking up your nightgown and removing your smallclothes.

Aegon's lips went down and as he got closer to your already slick cunt, the more you felt like you were about to explode. The effect this man had on you was beyond words. No man could ever make you feel this euphoric and he knew it too. He wasted no time in devouring your cunt, lapping and sucking at your core. Making you gasp in shock, this new sensation was so mind numbing and electric, that you couldn’t even think about who could hear you outside your door.

“Aeg- please- it feels so weird-” You panted out as Aegon had no intention of stopping. He flicked his tongue faster over your clit and you had to grip the sheets beneath you to feel some type of control. The only things coming out of your mouth now were chants of your brother's name and moans. 

Mere moments later, he added a finger inside you. Your tight cunt sucking him in deliciously, making him groan at the thought of putting his cock inside you. With his expert finger and tongue he had you screaming his name in a final plea and made you see the heavens themselves. 

You were trying to calm down, to process what just happened. But Aegon was ever impatient and removed his clothes as fast as he possibly could. When he had also removed his small clothes, you finally really laid your eyes upon him. His chest was a perfect mix of muscled with a little belly from all the wine. But what made your eyes widen was what hung between his legs- or rather stood. 

“That is my cock, my love. And it will make you and me both feel so much pleasure.” Aegon grinned as he saw your lips curl into a smile. It was thick and veiny, precum dribbling from the tip. “Please Aegon, take me. I can’t wait any longer.” He captured your lips with his as he held his cock by the base so he could guide it inside you.

His tip sliding through your folds to find your entrance. He groaned at the sensation, his tip entering your tight hole. You grimaced at the feeling, it wasn’t extremely painful but wasn’t pleasant either. “It will feel better in a moment, I promise. I would never hurt you.” He kissed your lips at that and slowly slid deeper inside you. Not being able to control his own moans. 

He stilled at the hilt and waited for your cunt to accustom to his thick size. He never stopped kissing and assuring you. For such a lust filled, drunken prince he was awfully kind to his favourite sister. Once he got the okay from you he started to slowly move, hissing at the feeling of your walls around him. He had never felt more blessed and happy in his life.

As your moans grew as well he started to lose composure, pounding into you faster and harder. Chanting your name while he buried his face in your neck. Your own arms wrapped around his back as your legs wrapped around his lower back and ass. Letting out stuttered moans and gasps yourself. “I’m not going to last long in your perfect cunt sister-” He groaned. The vibration of his voice against your neck adding to the sensation. 

And he was right, mere moments after his movements faltered and he filled you with his cum with one last moan of your name. The white spend filling you up. He gave two more soft thrusts to really empty himself and then rolled off of you. Letting out a content sigh, he looked at you. Your silver hair splayed out, still a fucked out expression on your face. And he never thought you more beautiful.

[idontactuallywrite]

on the edge of more; choi seunghyun

pairing co-star!choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x f!reader

contains pining for older co-star!choi seunghyun, reader is in her mid twenties or smt, age gap, slowburn, not-so unrequited love, smoking n drinking, YEARNINGGG, reader being down bad (understandably)

word count 2.6k

note PART 2 IS HERE rly appreciate all the love the first part got thank u <3 this was longer than i thought i had the biggest writer's block but finally managed through it

part 1 part 2

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THE WORK DINNER WAS meant to be a celebration—a small, intimate gathering to mark the successful completion of the project. Only the staff, cast, and a few select crew members had been invited. It wasn’t a night for grand speeches, but rather a simple appreciation for everyone’s hard work.

There had been a few exchanges of words before your arrival about the gathering among your colleagues, but it wasn’t until you stepped foot into the restaurant that you realized it had been carefully curated. The venue was beautifully decorated, with candlelit tables and a cozy, inviting atmosphere that made you feel like part of something intimate, something special.

You came to learn that it was all his idea. Seunghyun had personally arranged and booked the restaurant, ensuring the evening went smoothly—down to the smallest detail. His thoughtfulness made your heart swell. There was something about the way he took charge—a trait in a man that never failed to make you swoon. The quiet authority he carried made him even more admirable.

You weren’t the only one who noticed. You could hear the female staff whispering and giggling here and there. Though you were seated too far away to catch their conversation, you were certain they were gushing over him. Could you blame them? You were just as down bad.

There were subtle moments when he’d check in on people, ensuring everyone had a drink in hand, the way he politely but firmly kept the night on track. A few exchanged glances and smiles passed between the two of you. His smile was polite but carefully measured, nothing more than a brief flicker. But every time he smiled, the dimples in his cheeks would appear, deepening the curve of his lips in a way that, despite the professional tone, still felt unexpectedly warm. The familiar tightening sensation gripped your stomach, and the stir of butterflies rose in your chest. He could do so little, yet make you feel so much.

It was strange—these feelings you couldn’t seem to brush off. The dimly lit room made his features almost glow, despite his age. His hair slicked back, looking sharp as always. His attire was simple, yet effortlessly stylish. His hand rested casually on the table, fingers long and lean, with a faint scar running across his knuckles. You tried to pry your eyes off it, but you couldn’t help imagining what it might feel like on your skin. Who were the lucky women he’d been with, to have had the chance to feel the works of his fin–

“Babysitting your drink again?” Your train of thought was cut off by a voice. You whipped your head toward the source and saw one of your co-stars sitting next to you. He noticed you hadn’t touched your drink and checked in on you, having noticed your lack of engagement in the conversation at the table.

You snorted at his teasing remark before thinking of a response—one that didn’t give away how you were too busy gawking at Seunghyun.

“We have all night. I’m not in a rush.” Your words were casual, but your eyes couldn’t resist darting back toward Seunghyun, who was entertaining a conversation with the director. Quickly, you snapped your gaze back to the man next to you, raising an eyebrow. “Are you underestimating me?”

One drink turned into two, then three, and before you knew it, you were leaning closer to your co-star, lost in the competition of it all. Giggles and silly jokes were exchanged between the two of you.

Your banter didn’t go unnoticed by Seunghyun, who was seated across the room. Taken by surprise at your sudden closeness to his junior, he observed the way your head rested comfortably on his shoulder, your giggles filling the air—giggles caused by someone else and not him.

He felt a tightening in his chest, an emotion he couldn’t quite define, especially when it came to you. It wasn't jealousy, it couldn't be affection. You've never been close enough for feelings to grow.

The sight of you so carefree with someone picked at his skin. It left him feeling uneasy—like he was falling behind, even though he wasn't part of the race. He was never part of the competition. You weren't his to stake a claim on.

Ever since you walked in, he found himself distracted by you more often than he should. Thankfully, as an actor, he had the talent to downplay it.

You were beautiful—there was no denying it. Tonight, you wore a black dress. Simple, yes, but it clung to you in a way that was anything but. The fabric molded to every curve, hugging your body in a way that made it impossible for him not to notice the swell of your hips, the slight dip of your waist. He knew you were aware of the effect you had on men.

He felt like he needed to do something. Anything. A pull to make you notice him in a way he wasn't sure even he deserved.

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Your skin was flushed, warmth radiating from your chest out to your limbs, the effects of the alcohol already seeping in. You may have let yourself loosen up a little too much tonight.

You needed air. The room felt too hot, too crowded. The noise, the laughter, the constant buzz—you were overwhelmed. You politely excused yourself to the people around and headed to the door.

The cool air greeted you as you stepped out, a sharp contrast to the heat of the room you left behind. You moved to a nearby corner, seeking a moment of silence. But to your surprise, you caught a glimpse of Seunghyun stepping toward you, a cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers. You swallowed thickly. You hadn’t even noticed he came out.

“How’s the night treating you?” His voice was low, smooth. He stopped a few feet away, studying you in a way that made your pulse jump. His eyes narrowed slightly, noticing the flush of your cheeks and the unsteady way you stood, stumbling in your heels. You were starting to get drunk.

You forced yourself to stand tall, mustering the strength to not slouch to fight off his assumption. “Good, just needed some air,” you replied, trying to sound unphased. Your words slurred slightly as you finished, “Can I have one?” Your eyes gestured toward the cigarette in his hand.

He raised an eyebrow at your blunt request, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. There was a slight hesitation at first, but he stepped closer, holding the cigarette toward you, the ember lighting up his face. A nervous flutter twisted in your stomach at the shrinking distance between the two of you. He’d never been this close before. Your breath caught in your throat, your fingers tightened around the cigarette before he withdrew from you.

You both smoked in silence, your eyes never quite meeting his. The air was charged with tension, yet it felt like there was something unsaid hanging in the air—something neither of you was ready to address.

The smoke burned your lungs, but you didn’t mind; it was oddly calming, especially with his company beside you. There was a moment of silence before he broke it.

“You know, you really shouldn’t smoke.” His voice was laced with concern. You turned to look at him, your expression flat as you braced for the usual lecture, expecting the familiar words.

“Why? It’s not good for m—” you started, but he cut you off.

“It’ll ruin your skin.” A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, almost aware of the reaction his words would pull from you. He thrived on surprising you with his unexpected humor.

You raised an eyebrow, exhaling the smoke. “Oh, is that why you’ve got such perfect skin, huh?” you played along. “Maybe you should quit before it starts to wrinkle.”

Your teasing jab made him chuckle, the sound warm and rich. But his eyes still lingered on you, even as the conversation felt like it held no real importance. He enjoyed it. More than he’d care to admit.

“I’m older than you, so I’m allowed to make bad choices,” he shot back, taking another drag. “But you? You’re too young to be smoking and ruining that pretty little face of yours.”

The unexpected compliment caught you off guard. Your heart skipped a beat, and you swore you sobered up just slightly. He’d never complimented you so directly—it felt genuine. You remembered how he’d nod and agree when you were being interviewed together, how he’d mention your attire or how you looked at an event. You thought it was just out of respect and media training—but maybe you’d learned something new today.

You scoffed, trying to dismiss his words that you’d probably think about for the next few days. Rolling your eyes, you responded, “I’m twenty-four, not twelve. I can make my own decisions.”

The conversation lingered in the air as more people filtered out of the venue, exchanging goodbyes. It was a sign for you and Seunghyun to wrap up as well. The night was coming to an end.

“It’s getting late,” his tone firm. “Let me give you a ride home.”

He felt responsible for escorting you home safely—a courtesy from an older colleague. A young woman like you, who’d had much to drink tonight… he couldn’t imagine the trouble you might find yourself in at this hour.

You blinked, surprised by the sudden offer, but you didn’t feel the need to protest. It wasn’t really a question, and he wasn’t expecting a no. “Thank you,” you muttered softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You both gathered your things and followed him to his car.

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The blue of the streetlights outside the window did little to help you sober up. You felt drowsy, your eyelids heavy, your cheeks sinking into the palm of your hand that rested by the window.

The car ride was silent but not uncomfortable. It was oddly soothing, you could say.

Every so often, Seunghyun’s gaze darted to you. It was nearly impossible not to notice the way your legs were crossed, the slit of your dress riding up, exposing more of your thigh. It was a sight he shouldn’t indulge in, especially when you were in such a vulnerable state.

A tight knot of discomfort formed in his chest. He almost felt ashamed to look, but he couldn’t help it. The thought of another man seeing you made his jaw clench. If it wasn’t him by your side tonight, what kind of trouble could you have gotten into?

He cursed softly under his breath, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the improper thoughts swirling in his mind. He was your senior, a colleague you looked up to and respected. He reminded himself of the boundaries. How inappropriate it would be to look at you that way, especially being much older than you. He felt like a creep.

The car slowed to a stop as it neared your apartment building. You had dozed off somewhere along the journey, your head tilted slightly against the window. Your slumber was interrupted by a slight cough. Your eyes fluttered open.

“We’re almost here,” he said softly.

You blinked up at him, taking in the familiar streets in the background. You felt disoriented for a moment before sitting up and smoothing down the fabric of your dress. Your eyes shifted to Seunghyun beside you, the dim streetlights casting shadows along his sharp jawline.

He looked different like this—more relaxed. His dark hair, slightly tousled, fell just enough to brush against his forehead. The curve of his lips, always understated but endlessly captivating, was pulled into a neutral line. Something about him tonight felt closer than ever.

It could’ve been the alcohol making the air feel heavier—every glance, every shift in his posture, every breath between the two of you. Your heart thudded in your chest. You’d never felt this close to him before. It was just the two of you.

When the car came to a halt, you couldn’t think of a better moment than now. Maybe it was the liquid courage surging through your veins, but the moment he turned his head toward you, something snapped.

You grabbed the lapel of his dress shirt and pulled him toward you with a sudden, almost reckless boldness. Your lips caught his, the kiss fierce, filled with desire, and the build-up frustration of his lack of action you’d been holding in. Want and heat—a kiss that demanded something in return.

For a split second, Seunghyun didn’t move, caught completely off guard. But his hands didn’t push you away either. They hovered somewhere between restraint and confusion, trembling with hesitation.

A sudden rush of heat he hadn’t expected. The way you’d pulled him toward you—reckless, full of desire, but also so sudden. For a second, he felt the temptation to pull you closer, to let the moment stretch on. But then, reality struck him.

His mind raced, trying to make sense of what just happened. He had to pull away, reminding himself of the boundaries, the unspoken rules between you two. There was no room for this—not now, not like this. It wasn’t just the age difference, the professionalism—no, it was the fact that you were drunk, vulnerable in ways he hadn’t expected.

His fingers lingered around your wrist, gentle yet firm, guiding you back, but his heart was heavy with regret. It was a temptation, yes, but it was also a line he couldn’t cross. Not yet. Not in this way.

He moved slowly, as if trying to pretend nothing happened, for both your sake.

“You’ve had too much to drink,” his voice broke, gentle but firm. He wasn’t scolding, no judgment, just a quiet reminder of the boundary he was setting.

What were you thinking? Was this something young people did these days—make out with random people when drunk? Did you see him as just some old man to be toyed with? You didn’t see the weight of how this could make him feel?

His eyes searched for yours, hoping for an explanation—an expression you couldn’t read. It was like he was conflicted, but you didn’t know—or care—what mattered at this point. You were mortified at how you had just thrown yourself at him, at how he had turned you down. You wanted to sink into your seat and disappear.

It didn’t feel right to look at him— you couldn’t, heat creeping up your neck, the embarrassment suffocating and unbearable. Had you read the room wrong? You had thought—no, you had hoped—that he might kiss you. But instead, it was a rejection you hadn’t seen coming. Before he could utter another word, you fumbled with the door handle, pushing it open with more force than you intended.

“I—good night,” you stammered, your voice hoarse as you rushed out of the car.

He leaned forward slightly as if to follow, but stopped himself.

“Wait—” His voice trailed off, his hand reaching out, as if to stop you. He didn’t mean to make you feel rejected or ashamed. He didn’t know how else to respond appropriately. He couldn’t think.

He stayed in the car, watching as you sprinted away, your figure disappearing into the building.

Inside, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. You couldn’t believe what you had just done. How could you face him again after this? Had you misread every sign? This was a disaster. He had been so distant before, and yet you still let yourself think something could happen. How foolish. How could you even look at him now? That was a problem for another day.

[ebitenpura]

Eight: ?? (steeples hands together on top of his head)

Theron: huh? (points to his fauxhawk) my hair?

Eight: (fin?)

Theron: no....it's not a fin

Eight: (face of neutral disappointment, sinks lower in the water)

Theron: don't give me that look, it's for mating purposes.

[mattsblue]

tw/cw: p in v, unprotected sex (unrecommended), sex on the sink.

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matt has the perfect height for a countertop sex. or sex on the sink. absolutely the best. and every time you see his mirror selfies, thoughts of him, fucking you on some surfaces, literally fill your mind and its everything you can think about for the rest of the day.

the problem is? you dont know how to approach him and ask about this. not like your sexual life is awful and boring, no, but matt prefers things being traditional, like always in bed and something. yeah, he's a freak, but only in bed. in literal bed. and it's eating you alive, this urge to ask him to fuck you on the damn countertop in your kitchen, or on the sink in the bathroom, just anything. you're desperate at this point.

and you reached the point. when you're sitting on the edge of your shared bed, your phone buzzing, and you see a notification of matt updating his instagram story. thats all you need to see to make your head spin. him, pressing his hips against the damn sink, one arm raised so you can see his underwear, hair is a little messy. this man is a slut and he knows what he's doing.

you exhale sharply, staring at the picture completely lost in thoughts. you glance at the door and your legs already carrying you towards the bathroom where he's currently in. matt isn't the person to lock the door when he's showering, he knows you would never barge into the room. at least, he thought that. but here you are, walking into the bathroom while matt is in the cabin, completely unaware of your presence.

your top and a pair of pajama shorts are already on the floor as you sit on the sink, legs crossed and you stare at the shower cabin with the most mischievous grin on her face, waiting for matt to walk out of it and see you. and, pretty soon, he does. at first, brunette hasnt even notice you yet, but as soon as his gaze raises and locks on you, his jaw drops and eyes widen in surprise. the guy doesn't even care that he's in front of you, completely naked and drops of water flow down his body, his gaze on you and suddenly mouth becomes watery, a hint of excitement runs through his body, causing him to shift from a feeling of his growing erection.

you flash him your teasing smirk and invites him to take some steps closer with a quick motion of your hand. and matt obeys, walking closer to you and positioning himself between your legs, so you instinctively wrap them around his waist, pressing matt against the cold surface. he hisses slightly from the temperature difference, his hands against your sides as he looks at you, still a little surprised, but keeping his facade.

"saw your insta story," you murmur quietly, leaning closer so he can feel your breathing against the skin of his neck, causing brunette to shiver slightly, "couldn't hold m'self from sneaking into the bathroom, y'know?"

you start to pepper little kisses on his neck when his hands made their way to your hips, gripping enough to hold you still on the sink. one of his hands tugs on the fabric of your underwear in an attempt to slide it down your thighs and he whines in frustration and growing impatience when you refused to lift up a little and help him. the guy holds you up, making you let a little surprised gasp, and tugs your panties down your legs, teasing you.

your lips still on his neck, your soft skin makes contact with the cold sink, causing you to let out a shaky sigh, hands gripping matt's shoulder when you raise your head to him, eyes have this glimpse in them, telling matt everything he needs to know.

as soon as your panties lays down on the marble floor next to your top and pajama shorts, matt's hand already hovers over your core, deliberately brushing the tip of his index finger against your clit, which makes you gasp for air.

you hiss against his neck and bite down on the skin in revenge, her eyebrows furrowed together. you action only makes his scoff and matt, without wasting any second, pushes two his fingers inside you with no effort. he smirks down at you, noticing a slight hint of pain on your expression, mixed with already growing pleasure within you.

"jus' two more minutes, 'kay?" he whispers, his voice hoarse and thick with desire as he plunges his fingers deep inside you, curling them and hitting the right spot. your teeth sinks on his flesh, bites down on it and sucking a red mark on his neck. with a loud pop, matt pulls out his fingers with a loud pop, now pressing his long shaft against your core instead, thrusting it, but not entering your entrance yet. he wants to tease you, to watch your eyes roll and lips part in a soft, almost unnoticeable moan.

and when he's fully satisfied, matt sinks in slowly, causing a sharp sigh escape your lips. "s'tight even after my fingers," he hisses, a smirk present of his face. he doesn't move for a good minute or two, letting you adjust to his size. you nod faintly, so matt, without any warnings, start to rock into you with no mercy, sloppy sounds fill the room.

he looks down, watching his dick disappear in your entrance with each his movement, brunette whispers praises to you while you're getting dumb on him, turning into a literal babbling mess.

matt grabs your cheeks, turning your head to the mirror, he taps your cheek in an attempt to get your attention. "see? s'pretty and just f'me," he whispers, voice rough. but you cant even focus on anything, the feeling of matt fucking you right where you need him fills your head, clouding anything else there. he's so good to you, even too good.

your legs around his waist tighten, pressing matt against your body and you close your eyes, little moans fall past your lips and you cant control your body anymore, not when matt is deep inside you. "close, baby, s'close," matt leans closer and bites on your earlobe, his voice thick with desire and he pants heavily, letting you know that he's on the edge.

your thighs tremble uncontrollably and a wave of orgasm crashes over you, you clench around him as you're milking him, his name leaves your lips with a loud moan and you look at him through half-lidded eyelids, pressing matt against your body even more if its even possible as he hits your spot and chases his own pleasure.

as soon, as his own orgasms crashes down on him, matt pulls out in time, covering your stomach in white liquid. he pants heavily and raises his head to look at you, your fucked out expression and chuckles faintly.

"seems like i have to shower again, huh?"

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a/n: not proofread. english isnt my first language.

© mattsblue

[thesweetestofdreams]

Homesick

poly!marauders roommate au! kinda shy reader and very caring boys

I said I would post and I did! what an absolutely crazy feat.

Your roommates were, well, interesting. They were nice, that you were sure of. They were nothing but helpful when you moved in, but there were just a few things you couldn't quite figure out. The biggest of them being where you fit in.

Sirius, Remus, and James seemed to be waiting for your next move. Would your routine match theirs? Would you keep your shoes by the front door? What day did you do laundry? They never got any clues to answer this question because frankly you were trying to make yourself as scarce as possible.

It felt like trying to wedge another book in a too full shelf. This was not for lack of trying on their end. They threw you a welcome party which consisted of James and Sirius getting a bit too tipsy while you sipped a drink in the corner of the couch. Their friends were nice too, of course they were. It was all just so, new and new often felt just like scary.

So now, as laughter drifted from the living room, it sharpened the solemn silence of your own room. Before you could second guess yourself you threw on your shoes and creaked the door open slowly.

"Sirius you can't do that, it's cheating," you heard Remus yell down the hall. The sound stood out in your right ear poking through the door. You'd never heard Remus yell before. Did he do that?

"What now?" James said with a shake of his head, he was walking down the hall past your room, that is he was walking until he saw you. "Hi," he said, smile wide, a warm invite already shining through his features. "Were we being too loud?" he asked brows quickly drawn together.

You felt frozen like a kid caught sneaking out past bedtime, which was an annoying feeling. "I was just heading out," you said, brave enough to open the door fully, joining him in the hall.

"Oh, well you're welcome to join if you'd like," James said, making his way towards the boisterous living room. You were slow to follow but upon seeing the full room a pit fell in your stomach.

It was an odd feeling to be a block of ice in a room with such warmth, an underlying buzz of happiness. You'd never felt so lonely surrounded by friends that were just out of arms reach. The odd one out, the grape that fell from the vine.

Before you could drown in your feelings the snap of a beer can brought you back. Sirius snapping his fingers in a matching sound urging James to share. That was another thing, your roommates didn't feel like any friends you'd had before. They were closer, more comfortable, sharing soft words in the kitchen and slow nights piling into the same room.

The red haired girl, Lily, if you remembered right, was the first to notice you. "Hi," she said face cracking into a smile with sharp corners and soft eyes.

Remus who was still arguing with Sirius quickly fizzled out and turned to you. "Was I being too loud?" he said with a slightly pained face. Why were they so worried about that. This was their home often times you felt like a mouse that hid in the walls only venturing out when it was quiet.

"No, just heading out." You shoved your hands in your pockets.

"You'll want a coat." Remus said looking out the window.

"Oh," you said, the sound hanging in the air. A coat. Had you unpacked that yet? Did you still have one?

"Borrow mine," James said pointing at the overflowing coat rack.

"Are you- you're sure?"

James was busy downing his drink. "He's sure," Sirius said for him. "If you must leave doll, I'd recommend now because I," he threw small colored bills onto the table, "am buying Park Place."

At this, Remus erupted again. "What? Alright, who said he could be banker because you are clearly cheating!"

Despite yourself, you laughed as you left the apartment. You were outside when it hit you that you had no reason to actually be out. You absolutely did not want your roommates to know you had no friends in the city, or that their ad online while it saved you financially left you stranded on a deserted island of your own making. It just always seemed easier that way to never really settle in.

To know people they had to know you back. That meant leaving pieces of yourself like glass in the ocean you never knew where it would end up, when it would come back to cut you.

You walked until James' coat felt made of mesh, until your hands were numb and your feet hurt. You weren't sure quite how long it had been but upon your return the apartment was much quieter, even the lights softer.

"There you are," Sirius said arms wide almost like a bow a garbage bag in one hand.

"Is she back?" you heard Remus call from one of the bedrooms.

"Yeah," Sirius called back.

"Did you have a nice time?" James said head peaking out from the kitchen. "Did you eat?" You noticed now he was wearing a kitchen apron.

"You all didn't have to stay up for me," you said rather confused. Were roommates supposed to be like this?

"We were cleaning," Sirius said emphasis on cleaning. He gave Remus a sharp eyed look as he came into the living room.

"We just wanted to make sure you got home safe," Remus said a hand on Sirius's shoulder soft and sliding down his arm. Sirius stuck his tongue out.

You got stuck on that word, home, it felt sticky in your mouth, somewhere between iimaginary and tangible.

"Did you eat?" James asked again. The three of them looked at you expectantly. It felt like you were see through, like they would see the lie floating up to your mouth, and for some inexplicable reason it wasn't the worst feeling.

"No," you confessed, met by a tsking sound from Sirius.

"What are you waiting for then?" James asked sounding ever like a mother.

As you hung up his coat you had the sneaking feeling that try as you might to be scarce, to not settle, the closeness the boys had, the comfortable taken care of feeling was inevitable in its spread. It seeped into your cold hands replacing them with a nice warmth that filled your chest and left you feeling more whole than you had in a long time.