#big ocean wallpaper

[prplocks]

✧❁ wallpaper 〴 hyunjin ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

reblog if you save ➳

༶•┈┈┈┈┈┈୨♡୧┈┈┈┈┈•༶

[paranerdnicky]

Wallpapers I made for fellow big ocean fans (pado!) Feel free to use but definitely let me know you like it/tag me!

[eywaseclipse]

The way of water 🌊

[danicadenniss]

Waves

[wallpapers4screen]

[wwefan2002]

Mami's medicine

Rhea x !fem reader

summary: rhea gets put into a hospital for her sex addiction and the reader has a crush on her and becomes her nurse, but Rhea refuses all medication except she will take the reader ;) enjoy it's going to be a bit long, but I hope it's worth it.

TW: rough sex, anal, strap on sex, fingering, degrading, dirty talk, talk of mental illness and addiction, oral

18+ MINORS DNI

A/N: Hi hope you guys enjoy this one thanks to @mamimania for the idea for this one hope I did your idea justice. ;)

________________________________________________________

You walk the hallway checking on the other patient's, checking on them making sure they feel comfortable in their rooms and to check up on them. Your coworker had mentioned that there was a new patient that had just shown up today she said you would freak out when you saw who it was, but you didn't believe her. You walked to room 218 and as you looked in your jaw almost hit the floor.

"holy shit" you said under your breath but still loud enough to be heard by her you tried to compose yourself as you looked at her. She lifted her head to see who it was that was speaking as she did, she smiled, you couldn't believe your eyes Rhea Ripley was in your hospital and you just became her nurse. Your heart about jumping out of your chest like it was doing a long jump, you finally composed yourself as you entered her room.

"Hi, you must be the nurse" she said as she smiled at you, you wanted to start screaming you couldn't believe your favorite wrestler was here of all places. You gazed into her eyes as you smiled, her eyes a beautiful oceanic blue. You looked her up and down admiring her figure looking over all of her tattoos that adorn her skin, your eyes trace over the patterns before returning to her eyes.

"yes Iam sorry i...its just im a big wrestling fan and would never have excepted you of all people to be here" you retorted as you gazed at Rhea. She was putting away the last of her things in her dresser as she turned and sat on the bed her eyes met yours again. She smiled as she looked you up and down starting from your amber colored locks to your curvy yet slender figure her eyes tracing your curves from your big yet perky boobs to your toned stomach all the way to your smooth supple legs.

"well I'm glad to meet a fan I'm not in here for the reason most may think though see I have a different kind of addiction instead of drugs or alcohol I'm addicted to women and what I'm seeing is making my addiction go wild right now" Rhea said with a devilish smile. You looked at her and smiled, you looked at the chart near the door as you browsed through it see indeed, she is in here for having a sex addiction. You look at the pages seeing they have her prescribed for hormone blockers to try to suppress the urges she's having but you know that won't help her as it's just a placebo rather than actual hormone blockers that they will give her, and they will just keep her in her room so she can't fuck anyone.

" well, I have a few questions to ask you if that's ok so I can better help understand your addiction" You retort as you put the chart back and close the door and lock it before you pull out the desk chair that sits near the desk. You sit and you look at the walls briefly looking over the wallpaper all the walls adorned with bluish red wallpaper with a simple clock and desk with a small lamp on the desk.

" Sure of course I'm surprised I thought this place would be like padded walls and cell doors like you see on tv or movies" Rhea admits as she looks out the window in the room before turning her head back to you smiling and chuckling a bit.

" no we aren't that type of hospital we deal with less severe illness almost like a detox or rehab center home for people" You retort and chuckle as you get comfy facing Rhea. Your mind racing at the naughty thoughts that now entered your brain as you try to block them out and focus on your work. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on Rhea, she was amazing, and you couldn't help but stare at her and she frankly couldn't stop staring at you either.

" So, I'll be honest with you they have you on what they call "hormone blockers" but it's really nothing it's just bullshit they are just going to keep you in your room to try and stop you from doing anything with anyone, but I know that's not what you need" You say smirking a little at Rhea as you look at her legs crossed her hands resting on her lap as she sits with her sweatpants on and a motionless in white t shirt. She still looked beautiful to you despite not having on her signature black makeup she still looked stunning to you as your eyes wandered all over her body.

" Well then what do you think I need doll" Rhea retorts as she smirks. Your heart melting at hearing her call you doll. You just want her to take you and do unspeakable things to you, but you also know that this is your job. You look at your notes playfully before gazing back up to meet Rhea's gaze.

"I think you just need a really good lay how long has it been since you had sex" you Inquire as you almost gawk over Rhea tracing the lines of her tattoos and her curves with your eyes. You can't stop thinking about how bad you would submit to her. You glance down at your notes as Rhea speaks.

"I haven't had sex in probably months I have tried to get out and meet people, but nothing ever works or I'm always too busy to actually have sex with anyone" Rhea states as her head drops a bit staring at her lap. She felt as if she was the problem like she couldn't get laid because she was doing something wrong. While she never stated that you could see it just from the way her shoulders slumped, and her head fell low into her hands, she almost sank into herself feeling shame.

" Hey, it's not your fault things can happen everyone gets busy and might be to tire or preoccupied to do it" you mention as you move closer to Rhea. You put out your hand and put it atop hers as you softly run your thumb over her hand. She lifts her head looking at you she looked as if she wanted to cry. You then felt her hand caress your face and you were shocked, but you didn't move away.

" I need you" Rhea admits as she looks into your eyes. Your stunned as you gaze into her eyes. You can't believe she wanted you of all people. You gazed into rhea's eyes; in your mind you wanted nothing more than for her to take you and make you hers, but you also knew you couldn't risk your job. You sat there looking into her eyes and you thought about how this could affect your job but then again how many chances would you have to be with your favorite wrestler let alone have sex with her.

" I need you to" you admit as you look at her you smile. You didn't care if this affected your job you were going to take the chance. Rhea moved you closer to her, she ran her hands over your thighs softly rubbing them. You were surprised but also super excited for what this could turn into as you let out a soft sigh. You then pull away a bit, Rhea looks at you a bit concerned.

" Did I do something wrong" Rhea retorts she gazes at you as you turn to the clock quickly. You glance up at the clock seeing that you have to finish your rounds but knowing that the night shift is super slow and there won't be anyone to bother you and Rhea.

" No, you didn't but I have to finish my rounds, but I will be back later tonight I promise" you say as you smirk at her. You didn't want to leave Rhea, but you also knew you didn't want anyone else to get suspicious of you. You then got up and looked back at Rhea before getting close to her and kissing her cheek. You then turned and walked to the door before leaving you turn back and look at Rhea winking.

--------

Several hours later you finished your rounds making sure that everyone had taken their meds and got situated for the night. You said goodbye to your coworkers as you watched them leave for the night you knew your night was just beginning. You then made your way to Rhea's room, your heart racing and mind swirling with thoughts of what might happen. You finally made your way to her door as you took one last deep breath you opened the door not prepared for what was on the other side. There she stood in nothing but very skimpy thing and bra black in color of course, her eyes met yours as she looked at your reaction she grinned widely making her way towards you as you closed the door behind you.

" well, well well I'm glad you finally showed up I was starting to think you weren't coming" Rhea says smiling at you as you turn to face her again your jaw still almost on the floor at the sight of her. Your eyes gawking at her, her skin looking soft and supple your eyes scan from head to toe admiring the tattoos that adorn her slender yet toned legs up to her thighs and to the very thing thong that barley covers her pussy. Your eyes continue up to her tone and muscular stomach your eyes focusing in on the details of every inch of her body seeing how the ink hugs her curves, as your eyes continue up her body your eyes fall a pawn her supple yet perky tits which are covered by a skimpy bra. Rhea looks at you and smirks before turning around allowing you to get a good gaze of her juicy ass, your jaw wide open again as she turns to face you.

" You like what you see Babygirl what's wrong to stunned to talk" Rhea proudly beams out as she gets closer to you. She knew she had you where she wanted you and she was going to do whatever she wanted with you. She walks closer to you looking down at you slightly smiling from ear to ear. She then takes your face in her hands tipping your chin up to look at her before she kisses you. She pulls away looking at you as she leads you to the bed. She then sits you on the bed looking down at you smirking at you.

" Now you're going to be mami's toy you understand I get to do whatever I want with you" she retorts as she looks at you licking her lips. You looked up at her admiring the way her lips looked as her tounge ran along them. You couldn't believe that this was actually happening, but you were also glad it was, you were willing to do anything Rhea wanted.

" Yes mami" you say as you look up at her your eyes bouncing all over the place looking at every inch of her skin admiring her curves, your mouth salivating at the thought of getting to taste Rhea. You shift slightly as Rhea gets on the bed next to you. She then takes your shirt in her hands and pulls it over your head exposing your bra she then takes her thumbs and hooks them into the waistband of your pants pulling at them as you lift off the bed slightly to help her take them off, your panties now on display to Rhea's eyes she looks at you admiring your curves as she licks her lips again.

" You look so pretty for mami" her words running through your ears and to your brain feeling the words melt like wax you are puddy in her hands ready to mold to her liking as she strips your bra from your shoulders exposing your big perky tits. Her eyes light up as she looks at your perky nipples getting hard from the cool air in the room. " Your tits are perfect I can't wait to have them in my face" Rhea proclaims your face turning a slight shade of red. Rhea then slides her hand into your panties before you can react. Her slender fingers caressing your pussy her fingertips softy brushing against your clit, you let out a soft moan as her fingers feel your pussy.

" You like that huh you like being mami's toy" she says as she looks at you squirm from the way she's touching you. You nod your head but before you can even think Rhea's hand is wrapped around your throat. She looks deep in your eyes almost staring through you. " You use your words you say yes mami am I clear" she growls you look into her eyes seeing them filled with fiery lust. Yare almost to stunned to speak but you manage to finally speak.

" yes, mami I love being your toy I'm yours do what you wish with my body" You proclaim to her. You can't believe that you just said that, but it was too late to go back before you could even think she had your panties off staring at your exposed pussy dripping wet for her. You watch as Rhea gets up from the bed telling you to stay put as she goes into her closet to get something she then turns back to you to reveal a pair of handcuffs and a purple strap on, she smiled at you as she put the strap on around her waist, she then made her way back to you.

" You're going to be my property you will be my slut" she says smirking as she stands in front of you. You look up at her your eyes meeting hers you know you are at her mercy now and you love the thought of that as your pussy drips with anticipation of what will happen next. Rhea then grabs your wrists placing the handcuffs on you after which she cuffs you to the bedposts so you can't move unless she lets you.

" Yes, mami make me your property I want to be the best slut I can be for you" you coo the words like sweet honey to a bee Rhea smirks and then spread your legs kneeling between them she slowly teases your pussy with her fingers and giving short licks to your pussy. She wants you begging for her to fuck you as she keeps teasing your pussy you whimper. She smiles at how needy you are becoming for her, she then slips two fingers inside you fingering you slowly.

You moan out as her fingers curl inside of you, your brain fogging up at the pleasure she's giving you. You lift your head up looking at Rhea as she keeps fingering you slowly, you start to whimper as she keeps going painfully slow. You reach out to touch her, but you remeber your hands are cuffed to the bed.

" No touching unless I tell you bitch" she hisses you moan out at her harsh words. Your head spinning with all the thoughts and pleasure she gives you. She then retracts her fingers from inside you causing you to whimper at the empty feeling inside you. She crawls up straddling your body looking down at you as she flashes you a wicked smile. she grabs your face in her hand running her thumb on your cheek before sticking her thumb in your mouth. You immediately open your mouth and suck her thumb moaning as you suck on it. Rhea looks at you before pulling her thumb out of your mouth and slapping you.

" Now suck my dick bitch" she says harshly as she uncuffs you from the bed she grabs your hair, she pulls you to your knees as she slides off the bed standing in front of you. She pulls your hair hard, but you fully submit to her touch as you follow her commands. You then take the strap into your mouth its bigger than you expected it's about 5 inches in length but it's also very girthy. You start sucking the strap as best you can, taking it into your mouth inch by inch until you feel Rhea's hand on the back of your head forcing you to take it all into your throat. You try your best to take it all, but you end up coughing and gaging all of this makes Rhea moan she loves watching as you submit to her in every way.

" Thats, it take it bitch take my dick in your throat you like taking mami's dick in your throat huh" Rhea proclaims as she pulls you up by the hair to look at you. Your hair a mess and saliva all over your face she kisses you deeply after which she smacks you again leaving a handprint on your cheek. She smiles wide before forcing back down on your knees and shoving the strap into your throat again, this time she starts thrusting into your mouth making you take every inch weather you chose to or not she was going to make sure you took it all.

" Your mami's whore forever I will do whatever I want with you" she says as she shoves the strap back in and out of your mouth not allowing you to catch your breath. You cough and gag as she fucks your throat but now your pussy is dripping all over the bed sheets leaving a visible stain. You felt like you were going to cum just from her fucking your throat. Rhea then slides the strap out of your mouth and grabs your face looking into your eyes.

" Now turn round bitch mami's going to pound your holes like the slut you are" Rhea says triumphantly. You turn around shaking your ass in Rhea's face as you feel a hard smack come across your ass making you yelp a little and moan at the same time as you feel the head of the strap touch your folds you whimper as she slides it up and down your slit teasing you making you want to just shove your ass back and engulf the strap with your pussy.

" Please mami please fuck me I need you inside of me" you plead with her as she keeps teasing your pussy slowly sliding it in you before pulling it out again. Rhea grins at hearing you plead for her she then smacks your ass again grinning at the sight of it jiggling. You whimper as she slides the strap in and out of you not fulling fucking you she wants you begging for her. you turn back to look at her.

" please....please mami fuck me fuck me hard I need you inside of me please im your fucktoy" you beg Rhea to fuck you as you turn back to face the window you feel the strap fully enter you feeling it fill you up. You let out a loud moan as you feel her fully enter you feeling her thighs hit your ass as she is almost hitting your womb. She grabs your hips as she starts to thrust in and out of your pussy making you moan aloud. She smacks your ass as you start thrusting into her movements you started feeling your climax approaching.

" You gonna cum bitch huh you gonnna cum for mami that's it cum on mami's dick slut" she retorts harshly her words flood your ears as she slams you onto the strap your pussy clenching around it in one last final thrust you feel your pussy squirt as you cry out for Rhea as you ride your climax, she slowly pulls the strap out of you. You collapse on the bed your face buried in the sheets but your ass still in the air. Rhea then smacks your ass hard several times before getting behind you again.

" I said I'm going to pound your holes and now I'm going to pound this fat juicy ass" Rhea announces as she then spits on your sensitive ass. You lift your head off the bed but before you can say anything she shoves the strap deep inside your ass, you wince and moan out in pain and pleasure. She grabs your hips and starts to thrust deeply in your ass not slowing down she is going to make your ass hers. As Rhea thrusts into your ass the strap comes back and brushes against her clit she then thrusts harder and faster chasing her own orgasm as she pounds your tight ass with no mercy.

" Thats it bitch take mami's dick in your tight little ass who's ass is this bitch" Rhea growls as she keeps pounding your ass hard the pain turning into pure pleasure. You can barely speak or form sentences as she thrusts into your ass you moan loudly as you start thrusting back into her your hips smacking hers making your ass jiggle. You mind completely blank at this point you are only thinking of how good Rhea's dick feels inside your ass.

" Your ass mami this is your ass I'm all yours I'm your whore I'm your slutty fucktoy mami" You exclaim moaning loudly as you thrust harder and harder taking her strap deep inside you. Rhea smiles as your words flood her ears she grins wide as she thrusts just as hard as you do all while smacking your ass she is loving every moment of this. She starts feeling her orgasm coming on as she thrusts harder onto you.

" cum on mami's dick bitch cum from mami fucking your slutty little ass" she says crudely as she smacks your ass ahrder after which she grabs your hair pulling you up to her chest forcing you to look at her as she pulls your head back locking eyes with you. She then sticks two fingers in your mouth as she keeps fucking your ass deep making you suck her fingers she then threw your head forward and put a hand on your back forcing your face into the sheets as she thrusts her hips as fast and as hard as they would go fucking your ass as hard as possible.

" FUCK MAMI'S GONNA CUM" Rhea exclaimed as she thrusted into your ass one final time staying all the way in your ass as she rolled through the waves of her orgasm as she thrusted in you one final time you felt your ass clench down hard on her strap you came at the same time she did and you cried out her name as you came for her. Rhea then pulled the strap out of your ass and then turned you around to face her after which she pulled off the strap and her soaking wet panties she then took her panties and looked at you.

" open your mouth slut" Rhea hissed at you. You did as you were told and she shoved her cum soaked panties into your mouth. You sucked on them tasting her sweet juices and smelling her sweet intoxicating scent as she looked at you. You sucked them clean after which she took them out of your mouth and kissed you.

" I love you" she said as she laid you down before laying next to you.

[redheadspark]

hi!!! hope you're doing great. i was wondering if I could get Azriel from acotar with #15. thanks!!

A/N - This is beyond cute for Azriel, I hope you like it, anon!

Mattered

Summary - Azriel drinks in the morning while thinking of the peace in his life

Warnings - Just fluff

Azriel blinked awake, and the last bit of his dream escaped from him life fog through his fingers.

The dream seemed so real to him, not a nightmare but a dream.  He dreamt of his mother, her long black hair that was always braided or in her face to frame her eyes.  He remembered her smile, how big it was, and how it would lift his spirits.  But even before he could utter a word, he was awake.

And she was gone.

The fireplace licked to life from the moment he took in a deep breath, instantly filling the room with warmth since it was a pinch too cold for Azriel’s liking.  The room was still dark, the wallpaper and dark furniture keeping the room dark and dim as dark clouds still roamed over the sky at the House of Wind.  He breathed in slowly, stretching a bit before realizing he was not alone in the massive bed.  Looking to his left, he noticed you, his mate of over 400 years, curled up against a massive body pillow that you love to use every once in a while.  Your own thick hair was fanned out behind you, your bareback showing the scattered freckles that looked like constellations to him, even the way your lips parted as you were in deep sleep, Azriel thought you of as beautiful.  

He slipped the blanket back over you to keep you warm, kissing your neck lovingly before he moved out of bed.  He grabbed a sweater that was tossed on the armchair from the previous night, ruffling his hair as he threw it on and tiptoed out of the room.  Looking at you one last time as you mumbled and turned in your sleep.  Azriel had to smile, you were a bit comical to watch when you were sleeping.

The rest of the House of Wind was quiet, only dimmed lights along the hallways were evident to show that the rest of the home was asleep.  You and Azriel stayed over for the night since there was a massive snowstorm that hit Velris,  Azriel wasn’t comfortable flying you both back to your own little place by the bay where the ships docked.  Cassian offered one of the guest rooms for you two, to which you agreed and fell asleep with ease.  The guest room you both were in was on the first floor, tucked near the main terrace that overlooked Velaris.  Azriel figured, given the small amount of light that he could see creeping over the clouds that haunted its dump of snow, it was almost daw.

The temperature was cold, not too cold like the night before when Cassian suggested you both stay for the night, but cold enough for Azriel to see his breath.  He shivered slightly, though the cold was also inviting as he closed the door behind him and wrapped his arms around himself to scan the area.  Everywhere was blanketed in snow, from the tops of the mountains down to the docks and some even on the ocean water.  It almost looked like a winter wonderland from his view, the small shops dead asleep and the little homes that were tucked away in peace and safety.

Something he wanted for this place for quite some time.  

As some of the glimpses of sunlight started to come up to paint the sky a lighter blue, Azriel could think back to the plenty of times he would contemplate if he was doing the right things and making the right decisions for the sake of Velaris and Night Court, if hiding it away from the Other Courts and beyond was worth having his neck on the line.  But then again, this place was the one true sense of home he’d ever had in quite some time.  The found family he had, started with Rhsyand and Cassian, who never turned their backs on him.  In fact, he felt more at home than he’d ever felt before.  

But that sense of home grew tenfold when you came stumbling into his life and shook his world in the best way. 

He never pictures himself to be the romantic type, not like a long shot given his track record as a Shadowsinger and a spy for Rhysand.  He was too busy and occupied, too focused on certain things, even too complicated, to let someone come into his life and shift everything for him.  Not that he didn’t think about having any kind of love in his life, he did from time to time.  He was inwardly jealous that Rhysand and Cassian found their mates, and although he thought he had his own in Elaine which later turned out to be a mutual friendship, he had to wonder if he was ever destined to have someone of his own.  

You were the calm shores to his crashing waves, the gentle breeze to his gusts of wind, the rays of sunshine on a bleak morning.  From your smile that seem to make Azriel’s heartache, to the way you would twirl your hair while reading a book.  Even in how you knew how to defend yourself when in a fight as you two fought side by side against Hybern, Azriel was memorized by you.  But the one thing that drew him to you like a moth to a flame was your kindness.  You were kind to all you met, helped those who needed it, and were never selfish.  Not for one moment.  It made Azriel want to be a better version of himself, and he worked on that once you two started courting.

Centuries came and went, growth and love blossomed between the pair of you, and Azriel was certain that he could no longer live this life he had alone.  You were his guidance when he was lost, his comfort when he was struggling, and the love he’s been searching for since he lost his mother.

Another breath escaped his lips as he grinned at the view in front of him.  The snow was sticking, and another wave of snow was going to come within the hour.  But thankfully, Azriel and his mate had nothing planned for the rest of the day.  Nesta offered the library for you to use since you loved to read as much as she did, whereas Cassian and Azriel were planning to spar and train together in one of the open rooms of The House of Wind.  Mor and Armen were at their homes, as well as the High Lord and Lady a River House with Nyx. There was nothing really important to deal with, so it was now a time to have peace and reconnect.

“Can’t sleep?”

Your voice floated in the wind as Azriel turned his head slightly in your direction, hearing you sneak out onto the terrace where he was.  He grinned, you floated over to him with one of the massive comforter blankets that you both used for your sleep. Dropping it over his shoulders and avoiding his wings, Azriel tucked you under his arm to keep you close under the same blanket, kissing your hair as you wrapped your arms around him lovingly.  

“How could you tell?” He asked against your hair as you hummed.

“When you wake up early when you’ve had an intense dream,” You explained, squeezing him a bit tighter as you looked up at him with worry, “What was it about?”

You knew about his mother and how much he missed her from time to time.  He told you all that he could remember of her, and how he could hear her in his dreams.  At first, he thought it was silly to confide in you about his past it seemed painful and horrific.  But you simply took his hands in your own, kissing the scars along his skin, and loved him for all he was. It almost seemed too good to be true for him, to have someone love him and all of him.  Not just hard or a quarter, but everything.  Azriel never felt insane love like he did with you, who would make sure he’d eat and sleep, who would make him feel heard and admired, and who made Azriel rethink his future.  A future that involved a little home somewhere, maybe with a child or two or three, and to have peace.

You brought him that peace.

“Just my mother is all, and then of you,” He replied, you grinning from ear to ear as he kissed your forehead intimately, “It was a good dream,”

“That’s all that matters,” You reminded him, then patting his chest with your hand, “Let’s eat some breakfast and watch the sunrise before it snows again,”

“Sounds perfect,” Azriel hummed in agreement.  You both walked back into The House of Wind, the sky getting lighter by the minute as a new day was coming through Velaris.  He would follow you to the end of the earth and defy everything else, which sounded so strange coming from him but he never minded it.  Not with the soul that saved his life in more ways than one and kept him sane.

He had you, and that’s all that mattered.

The End

[sundays-sims]

K E L A P A . (early access, patreon)

Hi all!

A few of you guys have been asking for a child bedroom set, so I decided to go for it this month! The kelapa set is quite big, 29 new items in total, and is focused on creating a soft beach-y vibe. I always loved ocean, surf & sea themed bedroom for kids, and really wanted to create something that would recreate this atmosphere. The palette includes neutrals, soft & dark green, light blue, yellow, dusty pink, rusty orange & medium/dark blue. You will have a lot of options to mix & match any tones, including the bedding as I made it in separate parts (pillows, cushions, throw blanket, folded duvet etc).

Lastly, I would like to add that the bed is a child-type bed, so children & adults can use it, and even though fully functional, your Sim will sleep on top of the main blanket. The animations when the Sim slips into bed, or is making the bed wont animate the duvet, but everything else will work correctly.

Happy simming, I hope you enjoy this set! ♥

�� details & download link under the cut ↓

D O W N L O A D  L I N K : [X] (patreon, early access)

S E T   D E T A I L S :

Kid's bed - 16 swatches

Folded duvet - 11 swatches

Pillows - 9 swatches

Throw pillows - 10 swatches

Throw blanket - 9 swatches

Sitting corner - 9 swatches

Monstera rug - 10 swatches

Shell pillow (2 versions) - 10 swatches

Pouf - 12 swatches

Canopy (3 heights) - 9 swatches

Shark plushie - 13 swatches

Rattan toy basket - 2 swatches

Nightstand - 4 swatches

Dresser w. tassel - 4 swatches

Shelf (2 versions) - 2 swatches

Bookcase shelf - 10 swatches

Origami mobile (4 versions) - 1 swatch

Frame set - 7 swatches

Book (2 versions) - 13 swatches

Deco origami paper boat - 1 swatch

Wallpaper - 6 swatches

** kelapa will be released (free) on May 8th**

→ terms of use / TOU ← / / → instagram ←

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Now, I'm in England with a house I absolutely love, and found that it either didn't sell, or is on the market again. I LOVE this home. Note the 2 statues on the columns playing a game and you drive under it.

This estate is in Dorsington, Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, UK, has 6bds, 6ba, £3.65M / $4.319M

Do you like the look of beams? This home's ground fl. is completely open concept, but the beams offer a clear view while still marking separations for each area. Here in the living room there's a lovely brick fireplace.

There's a nice round railing in the middle of the floor. Note the exposed brick walls.

The home has a nautical theme. The unusual round kitchen island has nautical accents. I can't make out what the graphics on the walls are, but they must be ship-themed.

I must say that this is some architectural design. It's amazing. I could be very happy here. It gives off a feeling of tranquility.

Also, beyond the kitchen and living room, there's a gorgeous indoor pool and spectacular acquarium that takes up a whole wall.

I like the way the inside of the pool is painted and look at the stained glass window with an ocean scene above. Also, take note of the beams on the left that are carved to look like palm tree trunks.

The hot tub at the end of the pool lit up at night. How romantic is this?

A magnificently carved custom made bed in a child's room. Look at the mermaid with the trident. On the other side there's a pirate with a sword. Is that a canon in the middle? I think that there's also a way to climb up on top of the bed, too.

From the cupola in the eaves there's a pirate ready to swoop down and he has a long sword on his belt.

Now, out here they cheated. That's book shelf wallpaper.

The primary bedroom is very large, and a little too beige.

The home theater has an Art Deco flair. Look at the little side tables, for snacks and drinks.

What an incredible bar. The floor, the lights, the walls. Even the pool table lights up.

Outdoors there's a nice little terrace and what a colorful anchor.

The big chess set.

Gorgeous gardens.

And, as if all of this isn't enough, there's a fairytale cottage with a thatched roof.

Isn't this a cozy living room? Love the red wood stove and Marilyn Monroe above it.

Nice semi-circular kitchen. The extra touches in these homes are so special.

What a lovely sunroom.

https://www.knightfrank.co.uk/properties/residential/for-sale/dorsington-stratford-upon-avon-warwickshire-cv37/STR012428564

[luvrgirl4roman]

Party of Three

Roman Reigns X Solo Sikoa X Sequoia (OC)

Warning: 18+ Smut, cussing, unprotected s*x, mention of the N word, Threesome, Oral (woman giving and receiving), cum swallowing, creampie

Authors Note: This is my first fanfic in 15 years. I used to write them in HS.I'm nervous posting, but I'm just doing it. The bloodline and reading y’all fanfics inspired me. I hope y’all enjoy. If you have any tips, please let me know.

For two hours, I lingered at the hotel bar, numbing my boredom and disappointment with margaritas and tequila shots. Another work party, I had to fake a smile and pretend to give a fuck about my colleagues, especially since I didn't get the promotion I was overqualified for. At this point in the evening, the drinks were catching up with me. The bright lights of the bar, the black-and-gold wallpaper, and the feel of the black marble bar top had me feeling grown and sexy in my strapless black cocktail dress adorned with rhinestones, complemented by matching black strappy heels and a full 4C black fro.

As my finger twirled the rim of my margarita glass, I scanned the bar and locked eyes with a gorgeous Samoan man in a tailored grey and black Gucci suit. I shyly smirked and raised my hand to wave at him. He walked over, the black loafers clicking on the hardwood floor, and joined me on the bar stool next to me.

"Hello, gorgeous. What's your name?" he asked in a deep, sultry voice.

"Sequoia," I replied shyly.

"Pretty name for a pretty lady. My name is Roman. What brings you here?"

"Eh, just a work thing. What brings a sexy man like you here in that great suit?" I asked.

"Thank you. My cousin got married," he responded as he blushed.

As I enjoyed small talk with this beautiful man, I started to notice details about him: his salt-and-pepper wavy hair styled in a bun, a luscious beard to match, a chiseled jaw, and a smile that could light up the night.

While we enjoyed each other's company, a bearish-built Samoan man in black slacks, a turtleneck, a black suit jacket, and gold Cuban link jewelry with a black-and-blonde low-cut mohawk approached us.

"Sorry for interrupting—" I barely caught what he was saying after that because his scent was mesmerizing.

A good-smelling man is everything to me, and he was wearing Jimmy Choo Man Intense. The hints of floral and lavender had me squeezing my thick thighs together as I grinned. I noticed Roman watching my response to mysterious man.

"So, I have to tend to something with my cousin, I would love it if we could meet up later." Roman says

The mysterious man extended his hand to shake mine, offering a soft grip and a nod. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Solo."

"Nice to meet you too, Solo. I'm Sequoia." He smiles and nods at me. Roman and I exchanged phone numbers, he paid for my drinks, and then they disappeared from the bar.

I wobble up to my two-bedroom suite on the 10th floor. Upon entering, I’m greeted by the sight of a sleek black table centered in the main room, with fresh flowers in a gray vase that add a touch of elegance. I set down my black Coach purse and phone before heading to the shower. After drying off, I apply deodorant, smooth on body cream, spritz on some Valentino perfume, and slip into my silk black robe, layering it over a white tank top and black lace boy shorts. To complete the look, I slide on fuzzy black slippers, feeling both luxurious and relaxed.

 As I sat on the balcony, enjoying the summer breeze and the soothing sounds of the ocean, I couldn't get my mind off those two big Samoan men I had met earlier and how I wouldn’t mind enjoying both of their company tonight. That must be the tequila talking, as I’ve never had thoughts like these before.

After about an hour, my phone lit up with a text from Roman asking if I was still at the bar. I was so excited to hear from him! I replied I wasn’t, and he asked if he could come up to my room and hang out. I quickly replied yes, and within 15 minutes, he was knocking at my door.

I let my robe hang off my right shoulder to casually reveal my white tank top and hard nipples. I opened the door, and there he stood. "Hey Sequoia, how are you?" he asked.

"I'm much better now," I replied, scanning his body as he towered over me. He had brought a bottle of Patron tequila, a Walmart grocery bag, and had changed into a gray Nike Dri-FIT T-shirt that hugged his bulging muscles, along with gray sweats that outlined his other bulge.I moved out of the doorway to invite him in. As he entered, I noticed his scent of YSL—a manly woody fragrance that immediately caught my nose and turned me on.

"So you're the reason I couldn't book this suite," he joked.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't pass up the view," I replied, laughing. We both settled onto the black leather couch in the front room, and he pulled some shot glasses from his bag. "You done drinking for the night?" he asked, raising the shot glasses.

 "Hell no," I replied, grinning.

 As I downed the shots, all I could think about was how I wanted this man to dominate , and slut me out all over this suite, and I wouldn't mind if his cousin was there helping too. After about five shots, the conversation turned personal. He began asking about my love life and the last time I had sex. The tequila had me spilling my guts about my ex and my last sexual experience.

"My ex was a fuck nigga who cheated on me, but he wasn't the last time I had sex. I had a friend I used to see between boyfriends, and we had fun, but that was three months ago. It wasn't that good; he finished quickly, he didn't want to help me finish, so I kicked him out."

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," he said sympathetically.

"Enough about me—what about you?" I asked him.

"I just broke up with my girlfriend three weeks ago because we weren't sexually compatible."

"Please elaborate," I urged, pouring another shot.

"Well, I like to dominate women in the bedroom, she didn’t share that preference further along in our relationship."

"What are some of the things you like?" I asked, intrigued.

"I like to tie them up, swat them with whatever’s handy or my hand, and I really enjoy edging. That really turns me on. Do you know what that is?" he inquired.

"Yes, I do. I've never tried it before, but it sounds frustrating," I said with a nervous laugh.

"If you give it a try, you'll find it greatly enhances your climax experience," he said to me.

"I'll definitely keep that in mind. Did you handle everything with your cousin Solo?"

"Yeah, we did. He's down at the bar getting drunk right now. Is it cool if he comes up here with us?"

"Yes!" I replied excitedly. Roman made the call, and within five minutes, there was a knock at the door.

I opened the door to find Solo in a red Nike tech suit and the Cuban link chain. He smelled amazing; it instantly got me excited.

"Hey Sequoia, nice to see you again," he said in a sultry voice as I allowed him to enter the room. He and Roman exchanged a dap before Solo took a seat on the couch while I sat at the table.

"We were just drinking and talking about sex." Roman explains.

"Well, pour me a double shot because this sounds fun!"

"She hasn't had sex in three months, man!" He blurts out to Solo.

"Awww, no, that's not good," Solo replies.

"I know, but it’s not that bad.  I might need that double for my trouble," I blurt out not knowing it left my lips.

Their eyes light up with excitement, and Roman asks, "Are you serious? Have you done something like this before...having two men at the same time?" At this point with this Tequila in me, I'm ready for whatever.

"Yes, I'm serious, and no, I haven't. But I'm willing to try anything once, and what better way than with you two gorgeous men?"

"We'll make you very comfortable, baby," Solo replies to me.

Roman takes me by the hand and leads me to the bed and sits me on the freshly washed, soft white sheets while Solo grabs a chair from the front room and positions it toward the bed. Roman begins opening my robe and exposing my hard nipples through my tank top and boy shorts, which are snug against my thighs.

"She’s beautiful, isn’t she?" Roman asks Solo, caressing my face with his hand.

"Hell yeah, Uce," Solo replies in a deep tone.

Roman removes my robe, then my tank top, rubbing my breasts gently. His hands move lower to my panties, and he pushes me onto my back, lifting my legs to remove my boy shorts. He drops to his knees and buries his head between my legs, beginning to taste me. He lifts his head, grinning, and says, "She tastes good too, Uce!" As he rolls his tongue over my clit, I feel a surge of heat spreading through my body. Before I know it, I feel my breasts being grabbed and sucked on, and when I open my eyes, it's Solo.

Looking down at these two men pleasuring me simultaneously sends a rush of ecstasy coursing through me. Roman is now sucking on my core while Solo takes one nipple in his mouth and plays with the other between his fingers. With three points of pleasure stimulating me at once, I can feel the tension building inside me as I begin to tremble and shake.

Sensing the vibration of my body, they lock in their movements, working in harmony to bring me closer to release. Suddenly, I feel like I'm losing control—my heart races, and my breaths turn shallow. "I'm about to cu—" I moan, but before I can hit my peak, Roman pulls his mouth away from my dripping center and says, "Not yet, baby."

I let out a whimper, and Roman sits up, his beard soaked with my juices. He looks up at me and smiles before pulling me in for a kiss. Behind me, Solo rubs my back and plants soft kisses along my skin.

"Are you ready to serve us like a good girl?" Roman asks. I nod, locking eyes with him as he towers over me. The combination of their colognes and the faint scent of the ocean air envelops me, making me willing to do anything to please these men.

Roman grabs my hand, stands me up, and turns me around for Solo to admire. He runs his hands from my thick thighs to my wet pussy, squeezes my belly, and cups my 44DD breasts, beginning to jiggle them. Solo's dark eyes observe me with a mix of desire and appreciation.

Roman then wraps his hand around my throat and asks, "Are you ready for us to have our way with you?" I let out a faint "yes," and Roman grins. Solo stands up, and he and Roman start to strip off all their clothes. They stand before me, their bodies adorned with tribal tattoos—Solo's covering his full chest and arms, and Roman's ink etched across his right arm and pec. Solo is stocky, with a thick, girthy 7-inch brown dick. Roman is muscular, his 8-inch dick prominent, veined, and looking eager for me. I am in awe of these sexy, bare men in front of me, and all I want is to be used by and please them.

Solo slides onto the bed, his back against the headboard, and I position myself between his legs. Roman slides behind me, pressing his long fingers into my voluptuous waist.I start to kiss Solo's pretty brown tip, and then I stretch my mouth wide enough to take all of Solo in. I'm feeling my body tense as Roman thrusts his 8-inch dick into me. My pussy grips him tightly the deeper he goes inside. He lets out animalistic grunts, speaking to me, "Look at you being stuffed both ways. You're so beautiful in this moment, taking both of us. Look at you creaming on my dick, such a good girl."

The moans from both men are loud as Solo fills my mouth. Roman goes deeper, and they start to move in rhythm. As I am tugged back and forth, the faint sounds of the ocean mix with Roman's aggressive grunts and Solo's deep moans. My gargling throat struggles around Solo's manhood while the slapping of Roman's balls against my clit, along with his hand on my ass, drives me crazy. Tears begin to form in my eyes as I am filled in two of my holes. Roman's large brown hand slaps against my ass, the sting sending waves of arousal through me, and I feel myself on the verge of exploding. I start to feel lightheaded, struggling to breathe with Solo's thick 7-inch member taking up space in my throat. "I promise I will let you cum this time if you make us cum," he says, pumping deep inside me. I nod my head, my throat too occupied for words. Solo runs his fingers through my 4C fro, placing a grip on it and increasing the pace of my head bobbing, signaling that he's getting close.

I'm trying to stay focused on Solo, but Roman digs his nails deep into my waist and quickens his thrusts inside me. Suddenly, Solo lets out a whine and holds my head still while his cum coats my throat. I swallow his hot, mixture of salty sweetness and redirect my attention to Roman. I begin to take control, throwing my ass back against him, showing that I can handle each pound he's giving me. He takes it as a challenge. "You think you can take me, huh?" he growls.

In an instant, he flips me over, dragging me to the end of the bed. He lifts my legs onto his shoulders and shoves his dick back inside me. "Solo, pin her arms down; I don't want her running from me." Solo grabs my hands, and Roman wraps his hand around my throat. "Damn, baby, you’re so damn sexy like this," he moans, a sound that makes me wetter.

The smacking sounds of his manhood slamming into me intensify as he hits my G-spot, creating an overwhelming sensation throughout my body. "Tell me how bad you want my cum, baby," he asks, shortening and quickening his strokes. "I NEED YOUR CUM, DADDY, PLEASE!" I scream out. He releases his hand from my throat, and at that moment, Solo begins to suck on my breasts, causing my body to shake uncontrollably from the combined sensations of Roman's dick and Solo's tongue flicking on my nipples.

"I'm cumming," I cry out while my body is convulsing. While I come down from that intense release, Solo begins stroking my face and says, "Good girl." Shortly after, Roman lets out a huge grunt and says while pinning me down, "Stay right there, stay right there." He slows his rhythm while sliding in and out of me, letting out a loud moan. I look down and see that his dick is coated with my juices and his cum. Once he fills me up, he grabs my face and says, "You did good, baby."

I lie back, trying to lower my heart rate and rest my body. After about 15 minutes, I get back up, robe on, ready for another shower, and Roman and Solo are fully dressed again.

"Did you want us to stick around?" Solo asks.

"Nah, baby, I won’t hold you. I have an early day, so I need to sleep," I reply.

"Okay, we definitely wouldn’t be sleeping tonight if we stay," he says to me.

I walk them to the door, and Roman turns and says, "If you want to have fun again, don’t hesitate to call, baby." He and Solo kiss me on the cheek and leave. I close the door with a smile and head for the shower.

[spncvr]

scott street | remus lupin

summary: You return to your childhood home. Remus, your past love, unexpectedly returns. (based on the song scott street if that wasn’t obvious)

pairing: rockstar!remus lupin x fem!reader (3rd person oops sorry)

warnings: is this.... angst?? idk but hurt/comfort!! no use of y/n bc i cannot write that and not die a little, and my terrible english i'm sure i mixed all the tenses up here guys sorry im tryinggg,, this is lowk cheesy as hell i feel like... LMAO

a/n: i was sick so i didn't go to school tdy but i wrote this banger oneshot (its 2,4k words can u belive?? longest thing ive ever written in english)

masterlist

Walking Scott Street, feeling like a stranger

With an open heart, open container

THE SUN SUNK behind the many leaves which hung lazily on the branches. Through the old sheer curtains, the breeze blows faint whispers. The room is tinged with a familiar feeling; as if the concrete used that constructed this house is laced with memories from the past. The memories all flooded back like tides in a vast ocean, rolling back and forth as they brought back recollections of days gone by.

This was where she had grown up. The small backyard, the one with grass that had used to touch her ankles, was where she had first learned how to do a cartwheel. The bed, unchanged since she had left, felt almost ancient. She remembered the time she had faked a headache to skip school and had spent the whole day in it; back then the bed had felt like the only place she had wanted to live in. 

This was where she fell in love. So much in love, that she could not seem to pinpoint the exact moment she had ever fallen out of it. Maybe she never did. But it didn’t matter. Not anymore, at least.

The room’s walls are bare, and the old, washed-out wall once covered with posters of her favourite rock bands, no longer stands amongst the antique wallpaper. But his pictures were there. Their pictures. It seemed as though they were taunting her as it was propped up on the small table beside her bed. She picked one of them up, one that had stood out to her the most, and gazed at it.

She grew up without wealth. That was clear from the photo, where her top was much too big for her. Maybe it was her father’s; she can’t remember. But that hadn’t mattered to him. He had his arms around her shoulders and a smile on his lips akin to those she’d seen of him on posters and TV screens. She missed when he’d shown it just for her to see.

I’ve got a stack of mail and a tall can.It’s a shower beer, it’s a payment plan.

She tries to remember the moment or event that had taken place where they had taken the picture. And she almost forgets. It caused her to quickly put the picture back down, and a loud thud resonated between the calm sounds of home.

How could she forget? She felt like she was losing too much of herself. The part of herself that had lived here, one that had loved so freely and so openly, was slipping away so incredibly quickly—and suddenly she understood why her mother had cried when she chose a university so far off. She had almost forgotten a part of herself—a version of herself, that she seemed to have missed the most.

She sits down on the edge of the bed, still close to the picture she had put back down, only to look at it again, this time from afar. 

Of course, she remembers this moment. It had been her birthday, and he had taunted her mercilessly, telling her how she was just as old and frail as he was since she had always made fun of him for having his birthday at the start of the year and hers so close to the end. This may have contributed to the small roll of her eyes in the photo, but she was unable to control the grin that had painted itself on her lips. She can’t remember the last time she’d been so happy. Joking about being so incredibly old while being so young. She’d have given everything to be seventeen again if it meant being seventeen with him. 

Behind the picture, she had been staring at, was another one. And this time, she didn’t forget because, try as she might, she couldn’t.

She can’t seem to let go of the memory of the first time he kissed her, after a gig, a small one that he held with his mates at a pub not that far from here. She remembers how his skin was alight with adrenaline, and his gaze piercing. She couldn’t forget the moment when he told her that she had always been the one he loved not long after the picture, somewhere outside the pub, where the crisp chilly November breeze did not win against his palm that rested against her cheek.

Not long after, when he had brought her back to his, when he had kissed her silly. When she had realized that she really loved him too, and when the realization had hit her so hard, she had to loop her arms around his neck to keep herself upright, when there was only quiet in the house and all that could be heard was her gentle laughter and his sweet nothings, he had whispered in her ear so quietly, almost as if it were a secret, I would have been content to love you from a distance.

There, they were eighteen, fresh out of school and without the slightest idea where they’d go next. She had occasionally pondered what would have happened if they had more time, if they hadn’t both been so foolish, or, if they had both recognized how much it was they felt for one another sooner. But doing so would have made the parting even more painful than it already was. That was something she didn’t like to imagine.

She sighs and leaves the room. She needed to breathe.

Do you feel ashamed, When you hear my name?

ADMITTEDLY, REMUS DIDN'T think he’d ever come back. To Wales, yes, of course, it was his country (now more than ever). But not to this house. Not to her house. He couldn’t ever think straight, not when he knew that she was out there somewhere forgetting every minute detail about their past, and not when the love she’d once felt for him had long gone. But here he stands. 

He’s overthinking this. She probably isn’t even home.

She’s always told him when they were young that she wanted to leave.

One day, she had whispered to him in the darkness, when they were six, her favourite stuffed animal tightly tucked between her arms, one day, we’ll be far away. Remus can’t remember whatever caused her to tell him this at such a young age, with such strong conviction. He thinks it was probably something silly—a classmate’s admonition that some activities were simply reserved for boys. Or maybe it was because her parents had refused to let her get ice cream after she’d finished all of her green vegetables (all that suffering for nothing, really). But the mindset had continued to stick in her mind; an ember of determination that refused to fade away.

One day, she says again, when she’s thirteen because her teacher had failed her in her first ever physics exam, one day this won’t matter. I’ll go. I’ll leave. She had said it so firmly and so surely that it scares him sometimes. Because, really, they’ve never been anywhere but here—so sometimes, he asks his mirror, pretending that she’s staring back at him: What if it’s just the same? What if it’s just as bad?

One day, she says again, when she’s seventeen because she has been looking at universities far off and away from Wales. He’d watch her as she’d stare at the campus pictures on the brochures their school had offered and study the student’s bright wide smiles, and sometimes, he wondered if she ever pictures herself in those hallways, with a group of new friends—she’d be the smart one, the witty one. Sometimes, Remus wondered if she ever pictured him with her as she told him with the biggest smile on her face: One day, I’ll be there. Anytime soon.

She’s never liked it here. That much was always clear to Remus. Her books were the sole bright spot in her otherwise (as she put it) bleak existence. Always arranged in a way that only she could fully understand within the small bookshelf she had bought for herself with her first paycheck when she was saving up for Uni. Often, he wondered if she had brought them with her when she had left or whether she had left them here. No longer feeling the drag of her fingertips against its words. Abandoned by its only reader. 

And for a while, he had thought that he’d given her another reason to love the place they’d always called home. But he left her. So why, then, would she ever choose to stay? Books could only last for so long.

Just knock, he curses to himself. Say hello to her parents. Tell them that you wanted to see how they were doing. 

And just when he’s about to finally get it over with, the door opens.

And she’s there.

She looks different. Hair cut short and brushed neatly. Her clothes fit her nicely. It feels kind of jarring. He doesn’t really know what to expect. He’d been half-expecting to see the girl who had her hair always tied up in a ponytail that didn’t do much, with the amount of hair that was always falling out of it or the girl who wore oversized band shirts that belonged to her father, along with the sneakers she’d been using ever since her feet had stopped growing—the girl who was so full of life it felt nearly impossible not to love her. It was silly, really. Of course, she’d changed. It’s been four years. 

“Remus?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing, “What’re you doing here?”

He opens his mouth and closes it again. What was he doing here?

“I’m—” he starts but pauses for a while to come up with an answer, “I didn’t know you still lived here.”

“I don’t,” she says, plainly.

“Oh.” he breathes, she’s always been forward, “Well, I’m here for holiday.”

“Yeah . . . yeah me too.”

He rocks on the heels of his foot back and forth, “I just— wanted to know how your parents are doing.”

She purses her lips, “Oh. Well, Dad’s doing alright, I bought him a bunch of LPs—some of them yours, actually. And Mum’s still trying to get used to me being back here. She’s cooked a thousand meals.”

“That’s good to know,” he nods, smiling, because sometimes, she has no idea the effect she has on people. “I’m glad they’re alright.”

“How’ve you been?” she inquires, “Heard you’re not doing too bad in your band thing.”

He laughs softly, “It’s been alright.”

She smiles, for the first time he’s talked to her, and shakes her head softly, “Modest as always. Send the lads my love.”

“I missed you,” he tells her. And it spills from his tongue so quickly, before he could even think about it. She needed to know, somehow, that he couldn’t shake her off his mind. He played for her, wrote for her and of her. And sometimes, when he woke up in the middle of the night he swears he could feel her shadow brush his hand, he hoped and prayed to whatever God that was making him feel so incredibly homesick, that she’d been listening to the songs he’d written.

He could only hope that she’d understand the undertone of his words.

She looks at him with this look that seems to pierce through time, reaching back into the past, unwanting to let go. Then, there was this beat of silence; one long enough for him to hear everything that had been left unsaid.

She looks at him, her honey-laced lips slightly parted. “Do you want to come in?” She sounds hesitant as she steps aside, letting him through.

He nods as he follows her in.

The house felt achingly familiar, yet everything felt and seemed different. The walls were the same colour, and the couch that had always looked somewhat old still stood in the exact same place it had four years ago, with new cushions adorning it. The air felt thicker. She always had that effect on him, he supposes.

“Tea?” she offers, a smile playing on her lips, as she leads him into the kitchen.

“Always,” he replies, trying to keep his voice steady.

She turns her back to him to make tea and he feels like he’s missing her all over again. He’s watching her move, taking the tea kettle and suddenly he’s sixteen again, when he’d brought James, Sirius and Pete here because they’d had run into trouble with the police—well, admittedly, it was just James and Sirius, but the four boys had never failed to stick together—and the first thing she’d asked them when she saw all four of them at her doorstep late at night is if they’d like some tea.

“How long are you staying?” she asks, back still turned. “A few weeks,” he says, “Got a bit of a break before the next tour.”

When she handed him a cup, he noticed how even her arms and the tips of her fingers had changed. She looks good, beautiful. 

“So, how’s life been?” she asks, taking a sip.

“Busy,” he replies, “Touring, recording, writing. It’s a lot, but it’s what I love.”

“I’ve been listening to your music,” she admits when he sips her tea. It’s exactly how he likes it. “It’s good, Remus. Really good.”

Remus looks down at his shoes, “Thank you,” then, “I’m sorry.”

She frowns, “What for?” “For leaving,” his voice, barely a whisper, “for everything.”

“Oh, Remus,” she sighs as she puts her cup down on the kitchen counter, “no, you had to go. It was your dream—I mean, look at you. You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”

“I’ve missed you,” he says again. Because she had smiled at him the same way she did all those years ago in that pub.

And this time, she says it back.

They spent the rest of the day talking and, at times reminiscing, catching up on their lives, and it felt like no time had passed, like they were the same two kids who had believed in forever. As the sky turned dark, and the light from the lamp in the living room spilt against the floors of her house, she had looked at him—that same look she had always given him five, six years ago before asked him, quietly:

“Will you stay?”

Remus smiles, his heart full, “For as long as you’ll have me.”

Anyway, don’t be a stranger

likes and reblogs r appriciated! <3 also i just learned what a taglist is,, so lmk if u wanna be included in my remus one :D

[sixeyescurseuser]

Thinking about figure skater Gojo who tirelessly trains to qualify and compete at the next Olympic Games.

Gojo is such a legend in the skating world, very well known for his jaw-dropping, difficult performances, handsome looks, and charming personality! He was built for the spotlight.

Naturally, he has many global fans, fan accounts, and ordinary people who follow his career.

People who meet Gojo in-person after having only seen him on tv are shocked at how tall he is, yet manages to skate so well. All those triple and quad axels? And the amount of grace and power he skates with is insane considering his build. 

Once, an interviewer asks Gojo what other skaters he admires? Gojo talks about a few current big names, then sneaks in a mention of, “Oh, Suguru is also in my list , hehe.”

The interviewer chuckles alongside him, yet can’t help but ask, “Suguru…who?”

Later, Geto Suguru nearly spits out his water while watching the interview posted on Youtube. He doesn’t hesitate to text his boyfriend.

Geto: “Why do you keep bringing me up? I literally just skated in high school 😭”

Gojo sends back an old video of Geto’s skating routine from a regional competition: ❤️❤️

Geto: “WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE THIS?”

Gojo: “heyyy >:(“

Gojo: “It makes me happy 🥰 I loved watching you”

***

Growing up, Gojo and Geto skated at the same club.  But while Gojo continued skating as his professional career after, Geto dropped skating in order to focus on his academics in college.

Gojo often reminisces on the long practices they had where they would watch each other run through their routines and give each other feedback, when they would mess around and throw the craziest combinations just for shits and giggles.

He didn’t realize their time together on the rink would be so short in the long run, but they began dating when they were only sixteen, and have been going strong together since.

Gojo is still lucky to have Suguru to come home to after his long days at the rink.  

After college, Geto went on to become a marine biologist, where he does a lot of work in ocean wildlife conservation. He’s either on a boat collecting data for research or in the lab analyzing his sample results. 

Gojo is not only busy training in Japan, but he also frequently travels to train in different countries. Gojo receives lots of updates from Suguru in the form of selfies and blurry photos with ocean wildlife or results from the lab.

Suguru in the lab with his ppe (personal protection equipment). Suguru wearing his wet suit while investigating algae farms. Suguru smiling while holding a crab.  

Gojo makes the last one his lock screen. Suguru just looks so cute with his hair pulled back, and when Gojo holds his finger down on the live photo, he can hear Suguru’s voice talking in baby to the crab.

(Geto’s wallpaper is a selfie of them when they were teens.)

Geto gets super excited telling Gojo about his new findings, taking the time to explain different facts and technical terms. Gojo eagerly nods along on the phone and asks questions, commenting, “No way! The algae increased nearly double the amount with your XXX solution? That’s amazing!”

***

Gojo loves what he does, but it’s always a relief to come back home and find his comfort place in Suguru’s arms. 

Nothing beats taking a shower and raiding Suguru’s closet after, cooking dinner with his boyfriend, and then cuddles on the couch.

The first thing they see when they turn on the tv is a sports reporter announcing Gojo Satoru's third national championship title, and what it means for the road to the Olympics.

“Oh wow, this guy is on a roll. He should train for the Olympics or something,” Geto says.

Gojo simply buries face in Suguru’s neck and snickers: “Or something.”

***

Once, while getting ready to sleep one night, Gojo whispers in Geto’s: “Remember that one time you ripped your pants during the Junior Grand Prix?”

Geto doesn’t react at first.

Then, without warning, he tries to smother his boyfriend with his pillow.

***

One of the best memories is when Geto surprised Gojo by showing up in-person to one of the abroad competitions. 

In the middle of his post-win interview, still in his competition suit, makeup dewey and hair fluffy, Gojo suddenly spots a familiar face behind one of the paparazzi. 

Gojo is literally mid-answer when he locks in and SPRINTS to get his boyfriend in his arms.

“Suguru!!” Gojo shouts. He’s already leaping and oh, Suguru’s arms readily catch him. 

Geto laughs with his whole chest, squeezing tightly around Gojo’s middle.

“Hello, darling.”

Gojo has to finish the interview but he’s so bubbly now because teehee Suguru is right there and watching proudly. 

Gojo needs him in his bed immediately.

After the interview, Geto explains he got his lab assistants to cover their project for the next week so he could fly out and visit Gojo in Australia!

Gojo happily drags Geto back to his hotel room,  giggling and babbling about the plans they could have for the next week. The couple excitedly discuss outings to art and performance events, to the beach, even the zoo - which Geto is ecstatic for. 

Upon entering the hotel room, Geto quickly drops his luggage off in the corner. Gojo is still yapping when Geto suddenly walks him backwards to the bed. 

The back of Gojo’s knees hit the edge and he falls back with an “oof!”

Geto smoothly crawls on top to lay his whole body weight on his boyfriend’s. 

Gojo chuckles. He combs through Suguru’s hair and continues his talking, knowing Suguru is tired from traveling and this will help them both relax.

Gojo gradually runs out of things to say, and the soft breaths against his neck tell him yep, he unfortunately needs to poke his boyfriend awake so they can both shower and freshen up before bed.

Gojo pats Geto’s lower back. “Suguru, wakey wakey.”

No response.

Pat pat on the lower back again, then smoothing his hands up to pat the upper-back.

“Babyyy, wake up. We need to shower. And eat.”

Geto offers a protesting grunt, then nuzzles against Gojo’s neck.

This leaves Gojo no choice.

He sneaks a hand down to pinch Geto’s ass.

“Ouch- hey what the fuck?”

Gojo yelps when he feels Suguru pinch his nipple in retaliation, then rolls off Gojo’s body to head toward the bathroom.

Five minutes later, the couple shower together while casually recapping the results of the skating event.

“Any feedback for me today?” Gojo asks. Geto hums, more focused on massaging the shampoo into Gojo’s hair. He applies the perfect amount of pressure that makes Gojo moan in appreciation.

“The only feedback I have is that you look amazing out there, Satoru. All the hard work you put into training clearly pays off. I am so so proud of you,” Geto says, dropping a kiss to Gojo’s nape.

Gojo preens, and completely surrenders himself to his boyfriend's tender touches.

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ mercenary boyfriend  x gn afab reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . what a surprise !! 🍒 :  mercenary ˖ grim reaper character﹙ verse 9948e yìzé. ﹚

your piercing healing period is up - and now your boyfriend is tired of waiting

Two weeks. Two. Weeks. Yìze has had to wait for your clitoral piercing to heal up.

You were on the same page as him, the waiting was tiring. The excitement brewed as every day passed — one week seemed so fast, then the next. . . the next was so slow.

By the end of it, after cleaning the piercing and yourself thoroughly. You decided to go visit him in his aparment at the society of shades. When you knew his shift at the syndicate had finished up.

It had been a rough day for him.

Paperwork gathers into paper-empires back in his office, while sector 6 and 8 seem to be facing difficulties with unwelcome interferances around their broadcasting systems. And they have yet to figure out who is causing such inconvenience.

Yet, despite the fruitless work day. He had you in store, a little surprise visit not even he had anticipated. He had forgotten all about the week the second his face met the cushions of his grey couch, in his two room apartment.

What does he need a big apartment for? To clean so much would be taxing!

In the deep state of exhaust that he bathes in, your finger tips gliding across the soft, dark grey wallpaper does not register in his ears. Which gives you the oppertunity to sneak up on him. A smile of mischief covering your expression.

“Soft feet walk across the carpet covered floor.” He grunts.

Damn it all, of course he still heard you.

“Oh come on!” You laugh, hurrying over to him unlike before. “Coulda ignored it and pretend I wasn’t there.”n

A Soft, dark and light brown, fluffy head of hair lifts from the couch, while your boyfriend’s heavy body turns to lay on the side.

“If I ignored, I could maybe have died.” He huffs, poker-faced as usual. You only smile affectionately, giving him that one gaze that softens up his heart so much it felt like it would melt into a puddle. Turn into an ocean of love for you.

“Mr. sourpuss,” you snicker. Only for the black and sleek furniture around the livingroom to swallow the yelp you let out as he swipes his hand across your waist and drags you down on top of him. Knee settled between your legs.

The newfound friction sets off the sparks of anticipation that have been boiling in your tummy for the past few hours.

Below you, the reaper flashes you a cocky smirk. Head tilted to the side, with his hair sprawled across the pillow. “Look at you.”

“Look at me,” you whisper, giving his nose a little flick to draw the deep laugh that had been hiding away from you.

“Bastard— mgh!! N—gnh Yìzé!” Words that were expected to sing out of your mouth were cut off when his knee attatcked your poor clit through your pants, grinding up into it slowly. You couldn’t stop your head from falling onto his chest, while you let out your pretty little noises.

His lips move to your ear to press a little kiss, before sharp teeth bite onto it to get another slew of noises out of you.

“I’m the bastard now, baobei?” Each of the delightfully nauseating words struck shivers down your spine. Mouth opening at the sensation of his cold hand slipping beneath the fabrics that restricted his touch from you otherwise.

How can you hold back your noises when it all feels so good? Whimper after moan, and gasp after heavy breath — each time his knee ground into your wetting pussy, you felt his fingers nearing your pierced clit.

His breath hitched audibly as well, the second he felt the feel of the metal orbs, a groan left him. Almost as if he had forgotten all about them — but he hadn’t. This had been something he looked forward to the entirety of the two weeks that seemed to hurry and slow in circles.

Slow circles was certainly something you felt beneath the belt. Yìzé’s skillful fingers working you up by rubbing around your clit in circular motions. Getting a good feel for how the piercing feels to twirl. He cannot hold himself back form giving it a gentle tug.

It is almost as if the air in your lungs get knocked out at the new feeling. Your breath stutters. And your hands find purchase in his shirt. Gripping at the silken fabric.

“Fuck!” You gasp out, whining as his index and middle dip inside of the aching cunt that has been waiting for his touch for a week. Plummeting into the warmth with his cold digits, while his thumb tends to your clit.

“Feel good?” He rasps in question, even if he can see it. He needs to be sure. A part of him wants to tear you apart and fix you up again, the other wants to be careful and gentle. It’s not your first time, no, no it isn’t even close to the first time.

It is, however, your first time with a clitoral hood piercing. And he wants to make sure it feels amazing before he goes rough and figures out how to do new and old methods with the piercings.

The way you clench around his fingers makes his hips roll upwards into yours. He doesn’t even notice it. All he sees is how good you’re feeling and it turns him on. The way your walls flutter whenever his long digits thrust upwards into your needy cunt.

“Let me have a taste.” He grunts into your ear, exhaling breathlessly when he draws the fingers out of you and earns the dissappointed whine from you. All he does is whisper a few: I know’s over and over as you undress.

He’s quick to draw you on top of him and swirl his tongue around your clit. Drowning away in your thighs— It feels too fucking good to be true.

Delighting in your moans, his eyes shut naturally. While the cold, wet muscle does it’s work around your clit. Flicking it back and forth, knotting around it. You came the second his teeth pulled gently at it and the piercing. Chest stuttering with your breath.

“F—Fuck, hold on.”

“Should I stop?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your pelivic bone, maroon eyes reassuring as they meet yours.

“Yeah— Oh, god. Hahh-Hahah-ha” You’ve never felt so delirious. The second the orgasm came over you. Gods, it was bliss.

“Thank you.” You chuckle, looking down at him, as he wipes his mouth and licks and of the spilt juices off of his hand.

“Mh, always, we’re gonna try this out a few more times soon yeah?” He responds with a chuckle. Hands moving up to squeeze at your hip and gently rub to soothe you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up pretty.”

[utterlyotterlyx]

A Fate Inked In Starlight

Part Two

Eris x Fem!Reader x Azriel

Summary - After crashing into the Autumn Court with no idea who you are, where you are, or how you got there, Eris takes it upon himself to hide you and care for you with the help of the Night Court. That is until souls from other walks of life infiltrate Prythian searching for you.

Warnings - slight angst, some Eris fluff, Rhys changing his aggy tune, Az being intrigued.

Part One Part Three Part Four Part Five

"Your note said that you found a woman here?" Rhys asked as he stepped through the threshold of Fir Manor, his violet eyes prickling with intrigue as he glanced about the heirs personal home.

It was different to how they had expected it to be.

Artwork by various talents hung on the walls which were covered in a dark red, almost brown, wallpaper. Furniture was arranged neatly, a fire crackled against the wall, and an array of books lay splayed open on differing pages, none knowing which would be picked up and resumed next.

Rhys and Azriel found themselves surrounded by warmth, it radiated through the home, harmonised by the sound of angelic humming that the flames appeared to sway to.

The three males sat at the seating area before the fire, Eris on one of the plush armchairs easily big enough for two, the arm of it was slightly dented from where he constantly propped his feet atop it, usually when he was reading or being tormented by his hounds.

"I did. I sent her to bathe, and the healer left just before you both arrived," he watched them warily as they looked around the room.

Eris could hardly blame them for their intrigue, he had never welcomed anyone into Fir Manor, it was meant to be his refuge away from life. A personal haven of sorts. But he knew there was no other place he could take you where you'd be safe.

The air was tight with tension, Eris' relationship with the two males in the room with him had improved greatly as time had progressed and they saw him as more than just Beron's heir, but, it was still difficult at times.

Azriel didn't trust him at all. He knew why they had to support Eris, Beron was a cruel thing, an accumulation of all things foul in Prythian. With what had happened to Mor, Azriel didn't care for any cry that came from Autumn, only responding when Rhys commanded it.

"I call her Flora. It feels wrong for her to not have a name," the angelic hum continued to flow from a slightly ajar door upstairs, a wordless melody that had stuck to your lips and begged to be sang, even softly.

"She truly has no idea how she got here?" Azriel didn't look to the heir as he asked, his hazel eyes trained on the staircase to his right where the sweet song drifted, making his shadows dance around his forearms in ethereal delight.

"None. Though, I was hoping we could confirm that with your ability, Rhysand." It wasn't a question, more of a certainty, it was imperative that they knew the truth about you, if there was truly nothing in your mind.

Rhys hummed, his feet mindlessly tapping along to the melody that seemed to grow closer and increase in volume, "Only if she agrees. I'm not here to force her to do anything she doesn't wish to."

"Good," Eris leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, "I wouldn't let you if you even tried."

"Why?" Azriel tore his gaze away from the stairs, needing to know why Eris wouldn't let them do what was necessary to decipher your intentions.

Eris' amber orbs glowed in the firelight, dangerous and unyielding, "You'll see."

As if on cue, you appeared at the bottom of the stairs, your hair and skin now free from dirt and dried blood, the cuts on your neck healed and vanished, and a healthy rosed pink tinge to your cheeks. Azriel saw you faintly, the ocean blue pools with currents of molten gold running through them shining through the shadows, and damp pearlescent blonde hair that easily reached the bottom of your spine.

"Hello," you spoke, your voice was so gentle, so innocent as you examined the two new males in the manor. Both winged things, dark hair, black swirling tattoos across their shoulders, chests, and arms. A blue light pulsated, it thrummed with power, much like your own did.

As if sensing your fear, Eris rose to his feet, "It's alright," he coaxed into the shadows, the fire cascading its glow over his figure. Eris looked different, you knew he was muscular but you didn't realise just how sculpted he was as he stood there ridded of his jacket and stood only in his brown briefs and open collared cream shirt. "They're friends. I asked them to come and help."

That being all the security you needed, you stepped out from the shadow, allowing the warmth of the firelight to wrap around you whilst you fiddled with your fingernails.

All of their eyes went wide as they took you in, then the sets belonging to Eris' companions flew to him, the look on his own face confirming that he didn't already know of the thing that had concerned them.

You stood before them, a sheer deep red dress pooling at your feet, they could make out the peaks of your nipples, not like they were searching for them. They were too focused on a much more pressing matter.

Azriel couldn't blame Eris for not noticing, it's not like the heir had watched you undress with his own eyes. But as you stood before them, Azriel truly didn't know what to do next, and that had never been a problem he'd faced before. Your skin was covered in marks, tiny little archaic sketches that started at your shoulders and ended at your feet, no patch of skin was left bare apart from your face and the palms of your hands.

None of them had ever seen anything like it.

They weren't a million of miniscule interlinked tattoos, they were scars, thousands of them stacked upon one another, all healed over to mere bumps of flesh.

"I'm Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, and Azriel is my spymaster," Eris and Azriel were thankful that Rhys was the first to break the heavy silence, neither of them knew what to say, "I have a power that allows me to look into minds. I was wondering if you'd allow me into yours, that we may somehow figure out where you came from?"

You looked to Eris, the one that you trusted the most in the room, "It won't hurt, will it?"

Azriel watched your lips move as you spoke, he allowed his gaze to travel down your frame, around the curves of your hips, until he found the marred rings of flesh around your wrists. It was a stare that you caught, and he felt that familiar pang of sadness when you hid them behind your back.

"No," Eris told you, he was sure, he was certain, "Rhys has done it to me many times before. It's just to give us some clarity, that's all. Then we can figure out how to best help you," you took his outstretched hand, allowing him to lead you to the armchair where he once sat, the warmth of his body heat cushioning your nerves.

Duke nestled himself at your feet, dragging his head so that is rested on top of your bare toes. The room shifted, and you found Rhys kneeling in front of you, vibrant violet burrowing into your face, he was tight lipped and raised a slow hand to grasp the back of your neck, the sensation of his touch made you gasp.

Then the violet glazed over, you felt the claws asking for permission at the forefront of your consciousness and you let them in without a fight. It was odd, to have someone scouring through your brain, to feel them slip in and out of every crevasse and chamber.

Azriel watched you with a fierce intensity, your gaze hadn't left Rhys' face for even a moment, though your eyebrows did occasionally twitch close together in discomfort. Then blood, fresh, bright red blood began to seep from your nose, a sign that Rhys was pushing too deeply in the wrong direction.

"Rhys," Azriel called over, Eris had perched on the arm of the chair, his hands curled around your shoulders gently. His High Lord froze, as if awaiting the rest of the call, "You're hurting her."

Immediately, Rhys' talons retracted from your mind and his eyes returned to their vibrant hue, "Fascinating," he mumbled to no one in particular as his thumb reached to wipe away the single thread of blood that had escaped your nose, "There was nothing in there," he turned to Azriel and told him, more freaked out than threatened, then he turned back to you, "You have a shield in your mind, protecting a certain chamber of it. It was like an ocean reflecting the night sky, rippling with motion and littered with stars. It did not want to let me in."

Azriel could picture it. A canvas rippling with life that embodied the calmness that only the Summer waters possessed, flecked with bright stars in a kaleidoscope of hues. He imagined it was a peaceful shield to come into contact with, perhaps even the most peaceful shield Rhys had ever seen.

A defeated look took over your face, those doe eyes creasing downward as you turned into Eris.

"We'll help you, Flora." Eris told you, forcing you to look into him, to see that he wasn't lying.

"Flora?"

Eris winced, nervously scratching the back of his neck, "Yes. You don't have a name and I didn't want to call you nothing," he rambled in a way you found rather sweet, "Flora suits you, but obviously you can choose whatever name you'd like-"

Your hand moving to his thigh was enough to stop more words from tumbling from his mouth, "Flora," you repeated the name, humming in agreement, "I like it."

Rhys stood from his place in front of you, and you realised then just how big he was as the shadows of his wings cast down on you. There was a fondness laced in his expression, "We'll do all that we can to help you. In the meantime, we should discuss living arrangements?"

"Living arrangements?" The question seemed silly to Rhys, but of course, you had no idea of the danger you were in whilst in the Autumn Court. You knew nothing of its High Lord and the brimming hatred he held toward anyone and anything.

Doe eyed and beautiful or not, Beron would hurt you if he found you in his lands.

"She's staying with me, Rhys," Eris told him curtly, making a point that it was not up for discussion.

Eris was by no means holding a claim over you, he just wished for you to be as comfortable as possible, and given the melodic humming floating through his home a short while ago, he was confident in thinking that Fir Manor was the best place to house you.

You sat still as the pair stared intently at one another whilst Azriel kept his gaze on you. Tilting your head to the side, like Eris had done when he found you, you smiled, the act growing on your lips as his shadows slithered across the floor and curled around your ankles and hiked up your calves. They were in awe of you. Complete and total adoration.

Once they had returned to him, they only whispered of your beauty and kind soul, of their need to hear your song once more.

"You will keep in touch then," Rhys bit, clearly not happy at the arrangements made between himself and Eris, "And if Flora ever needs another place to go, you will write to me and either myself or Azriel will come."

You and Eris sat on opposite ends of the sofa, twin blankets draped over your legs with a bundle of Eris' hounds in the space between all laying in different directions and positions.

Eris' head kept on lifting toward you, the poor book in his hands getting little to no attention as he examined your face. Your hair had been dried by the fire, it held a shine to it that he'd never seen before, strands kept on falling over your cheeks, and you continued to push them behind your ears with a slight frown, doing your best to concentrate on your own book that Eris had given to you.

The silence was comfortable, crickets creaked from beyond the window and the fireflies drifted around the edges of the estate. A gentle breeze wafted through your hair, filling the room with your scent, and Eris didn't mind it one bit.

"You're staring," you noted aloud before meeting his eye, "Is something on my face?"

The innocence of you made him smile, a genuine one, one of pure wonderment and curiosity, "No," he mused, "I'm just trying to figure you out."

Amusement huffed through you, "Let me know what you find?"

"Always," you mirrored his smile, your eyes sparkling in the golden orange hue from the dimly lit fire as the day caught up with you, a yawn pulling at your mouth and limbs, causing you to stretch and emit some sleep deprived whines, "I think I'm going to go to bed."

"Let me take you to your room," Eris stood quickly, ignoring the grumbles of his hounds at the shifting of weight which had interrupted their naps. Eris was sincere, cradling your hand into the indent of his elbow as he led you from the room.

Fir Manor was a spectacle you had to see to truly experience it. Warmth trickled through every part of the home, rich red brown walls, oak tables and furnishings, plush beds and bay windows, a library so full that books lay stacked in piles around the room. Various artworks were carefully placed about the halls and bedrooms, some more grand than others, but each told its own story, and you felt yourself delving into each one that Eris led you past.

Light chatter had enveloped you and you had learned that Eris was the eldest son of the Autumn High Lord, that he was next to ascend to the title, and that Fir Manor was his and his alone.

"Does it ever get lonely? Having all of this incredible space but no one to share it with?"

Eris contemplated your question, and you wanted to retract it entirely when you saw that glimmer of tainted hope in him, "I hope that one day I will have someone to share this all with. All of this grandeur and power means nothing if you're alone." Eris paused before asking, "Do you want a family?"

You slowed to a stop before a pair of large oak doors, kissed with intricate carvings and swirls; you faced Eris, letting his whisky amber stare pour into you, "I think I would like one, yes. Maybe one day."

A breath lodged itself in his throat, he surveyed you, truly surveyed you, he noticed the faint freckles pecking your nose, how long your eyelashes were as they fluttered at him, he etched the peak of your cupid's bow to his memory.

"This will be yours for however long you wish to stay," he opened the door to the room and you stepped inside with mouth agape and words failing to rise from your heart.

The room was magnificent.

A large four-poster bed pleaded for your attention, adorned with a textured orange comforter and white pillows, thin white curtains danced in the gentle breeze from the open window, and candles lit the room in a dull light. Beneath your feet lay a fluffy brown rug, a small seating area rested to the left of the room, an oak coffee table with a matching dresser and dressing table. To the right of the room, peering out at you from the open door lay the most opulent bathroom you had ever seen, a tub deep enough to fit all of Eris' hounds sat before a floor to ceiling window that gave the owner a spectacular view of the gardens and forest beyond the estate. Everything gleamed in the soft light, every ripple of gold in the white marble glittering against the ceiling.

"What if I never wish to leave?" Eris stood just in the threshold of the room, not wanting to impose on your privacy despite the fact that he owned the place.

"I'd be okay with that," he watched you turn in your place, he watched you twirl with your arms outstretched, peaceful joy clear on your relaxed face, "My room is at the end of the hall, on the right, if you need anything."

"Thank you, Eris. You didn't have to do all of this," you were genuine, perhaps the most genuine creature he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. "I'm very glad that it was you who found me today."

Eris was already closing the door to the room when you had spoke, he turned his head, smirking at you over his shoulder, "So am I, Little Flower."

That night, Eris lay awake staring at his cream ceiling, a hand on his chest rubbing gentle circles into the skin over his rapidly thundering heart. Eris lay there, lay there clueless to the beings who were pounding against the windows of Prythian, around his home, desperate to break through and take back what was theirs.

Authors Note

Luckily, part two was already started in my drafts and I've been in a great mood today so decided to finish it. I'm thinking about posting once or twice a week for this series, fully just depends on what else I add to my fanfic list.

I love a fluffy Eris too much btw 🥹

Series Taglist

@acourtofbatboydreams @glitterypirateduck2

[yukicustos]

Hi everyone, I just figured out the images from the last clue on his treat of ‘Bill’s Files’. Not sure if anyone else did it. I haven't seen it somewhere else yet.

It was really a map, for something. I just didn’t know what. I saw the thingy about the doc of the wallpapers, the theory was completely right, the images layer upon one another, but to create a bigger image, I knew it was it. So I went for it just for fun to see if it were like a collage. I connected where they could. 

The first ones are those from the doc on reddit GF, so I have to thank them for their views. After this, the Tree. I knew was the center of the image because, well. It's the page talking of the codes and all.

Then the connection with the thunder. Their heads seem to be drowning, even the tree at some point connects with earth and in some images you have to flip it horizontally. I just had to really look for boards and what in the image continues another. Bill's elbow literally places above the skull, it’’s wayyy too perfectly placed. Here some clues:

Also the mini story at the right side>>>

here appears to me the nightmare realm and how he’s dreaming of being somewhere else, singing we’ll meet again. remember: the place between realities is black and white. the image is black and white.

It seems here he’s cutting reality.

andd here. seems like he got it straight to the ‘physical world’ in a joyride slide.

Pure terror, to make these layers just give us more profound visual motifs of the layered universe and all.

Within the full image, we also have a mini story. There are two moons. (Moons are connected to our creative world.) Showing to us two different perceptions/awareness/universes. Whatever you feel most comfortable with; the Mindscape Realm Moon and the Nightmare Realm Moon. It starts with Fiddleford, using the gun to make him forget just like what we saw happen to Bill by being erased. We thought. But then, he uses the backdoor through the voidness. (Consciousness is also referred as the infinite ocean, all connected.) Bill explains to us a little bit in his book. And he talks of the Atlantis chapter implying he had made us forget about. Actually we had forget it loong time ago. It is just things in the depths of our universal consciousness.

The fourth state of consciousness is a state of awareness that transcends the waking, dreaming, and deep sleep states. It's also known as Turiya, which is a Sanskrit word that means "the fourth".

This backs up one theory of mine that Euclydia to being a state of awareness/consciouness, they got higher into those other realms. That’s why we see ‘LIFE FORM NOT FOUND’. I have a huge theory but I can only talk about this image right now.

The heads seems to point to it. And the part where he has a card up his sleeve, he had the idea of other parallels universes, it seems. But well, this is his seeing through other windows/people's eyes talking. A light bulb. A idea. Remember, beyond this full scope, there are the Cuckoo House that’s hiper realistic, and what is seems to be motifs of life and death. If he learned anything from Theraprism, to fullfil or least being able achieve some of his 'plan'. He has to humble down and pass through the reincarnation process. The images doesn’t say it, but he’s pointing at a bunker. Near there’s the message ‘KOOK’ putting in the website is literally the clue for the image, a big Cipher. Not in actual way he is now as we know it, but to be bigger/different/take another form. To being able to properly be here, he has to see the Bigger Picture.

idk if there’s a code or how to put it into the website so, if it is a code, someone pls could tell me because this is a clear reference to the computer.(i tried, not working, i know it points to other code of the stan twins but ???)

if there's any typo/grammar mistake i'm not native of this language so thks and ily for reading until this point<3

[invertedspoon]

me after seeing Generic Whale™ shape no.367028328495 on little kid pajamas or whatnot

do you ever see a generalization of your favorite species so often it makes you filled with rage every time