#Tufted Velvet pillows

[violetdiary]

Living Room - Contemporary Living Room

Example of a large, modern, open-concept living room with a dark wood floor, a music area, and white walls.

#emerald green sofa #tufted sofa #gold pillows #glass-top coffee tables #black and white art #velvet sofa #dark hardwood

[miarren-chill-klaine]

Living Room in Los Angeles

Example of a mid-sized, contemporary, formal, open-concept living room with terra-cotta tile, white walls, a traditional fireplace, a plaster fireplace, and no television.

#light green velvet couch #peacock room decor #gold metal stool #blue throw pillows #chartreuse couch #green velvet tufted couch

[bellaxdarling]

Family Room - Midcentury Family Room Family room: large, enclosed, medium-tone wood floor and brown floor mid-century modern room idea with gray walls, a regular fireplace, a stone fireplace, and no television.

#fur throw pillows #dark blue velvet sofa #leather tufted sofas #dark wood coffee table #wall lights #brown leather sofa #blue velvet sofas

[hyacintho-surrexit]

Study Home Office (Dallas)

#Example of a large trendy freestanding desk carpeted and gray floor study room design with beige walls and no fireplace contemporary design #tufted chair #modern lighting #wood top coffee table #velvet sofa #pillows & throws

[cqthqrtic]

even when you lose your happy glow.

dazai osamu x reader.

content warnings: smut, very mild angst, comfort, fingering, cock warming (do not cockwarm while falling asleep pls n ty), suicide pacts, suicide and depression talks, dazai and reader are not mentally well.

word count: 1583.

a/n: hi i’m sorry for deleting the original! i was rly dissatisfied with the original so i wanted to republish it after tweaking it. i hope u all enjoy! i think i’ve done what i could to properly express my thoughts and feelings. inspired by the song velvet by kurosuke!

You hear him before you see him. The door hinges screech as Dazai opens the door. Light from the living room pours into your dark room from the small opening of the door. You don’t react, choosing to continue your very important task of staring at the bleak darkness. You hear the shuffling of his clothes and the clink of his belt buckle dropping to the ground. You hope he removes some of his bandages as well; cuddling with Dazai is always best when he’s completely naked. His skin is freezing in the way the best pillow is cold. You turn around when you feel the mattress dip from his weight.

Dazai sinks below the blanket and scoots next to you, greeting you with soft kisses on your jawline. “Hey there,” he murmurs against your skin. You turn and shift to face him completely. Your muscles melt when you feel his arms snake around your waist and he grips your thigh. He swings it over his waist all the while giving you a gentle kiss on the chin. Your hands find their way to his hair, carefully pulling at the tufts above the nape of his neck.

“Hi handsome,” you whisper with a tired smile. You lean in to close the small distance between you with a chaste kiss on the lips. He hums against your lips, too tired to close his eyes. His dark eyes deepen in a heavy lidded haze as your lips move from his lips to the tip of his nose.

“How was your day, love?” You ask, voice still reduced to a hushed tone. Dazai sighs.

“The usual; depressing, boring, tiresome, et cetera,” he tells you. He moves his hand to your forehead, sweeping your baby hairs away from your face. “What about yours, pretty? Better than mine, I hope.”

“Mine was slightly miserable, although technically it was fine,” you say. He’s pressing kisses on your collarbones. “Maybe I’m the cause for my own dissatisfaction.” He nips at the side of your neck, returning with a kiss.

“Aren’t we all?” Dazai sighs. You hum as you press your lips against the top of his head. He squeezes your thigh. His eyes drift back up to meet yours.

“Being with you is the best part of my day, you know that?” He mutters, lifting his head back up to be at eye level with you once more. You wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks.

“You say that to all your lovers?” You ask with a pout. He laughs lowly.

“Just the ones I come back to,” he whispers. You can feel his hands creep up your shirt, cold and gentle against your flesh. He paws at your chest, pinching your nipples. You gasp at the sudden sensation.

“Your hands are so cold, Osamu,” you whine. He smiles and gives you another chaste kiss on the lips.

“Help me warm them up, precious?” Dazai asks.

“Yeah? How d’you want me to help you?” You giggle. His hands cascade down your body, making their way to the edges of your shorts. He kisses you, quick to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moan quietly against his lips. You feel the hand on your face drift to the back of your neck, gripping it firmly.

When he separates his lips from yours, a single string of saliva drips from his lips. He licks at it, breaking the connection between you immediately. The hand on your thigh creeps up underneath your shorts, squeezing your ass.

“No underwear?” He mutters breathlessly. You shake your head. Dazai’s tired grin stretches out even more. His hand retracts from your ass, dipping lower to go between your thighs. You tense up ever so slightly but he doesn’t seem to care.

“I think about you all day, every day when I’m at work, you know that?” He whispers. You can feel his breath on your lips. His icy fingertips brush against your sticky folds.

“What do you think about?” You gasp out. Dazai’s fingertips circle your clit, the coldness causing goosebumps on your thighs.

“Hmm kissing you, how you look in that pretty ‘lil dress you got, what I should get you for dinner,” Dazai lists off. His pensive smile sharpens. “Killing myself with you. Being buried next to you.” His fingers dip into your cunt, slowly filling you up and stretching out your walls. You sigh.

“Your fingers are so cold,” you whine. He giggles, apologizing with a flurry of quick kisses to your lips.

“I did say they needed to be warmed up,” he teases. He slowly rocks his fingers, you can hear a soft clicking from under the blanket. His thumb presses on and rubs at your clit.

“My pretty baby,” Dazai coos as you start panting. When he strokes a certain spot deep in your cunt, you cry out his name.

“Fuck,” you hiss out. He hums.

“You’re too cute,” he tells you. “My sweet girl, my precious little thing.”

Dazai’s fingers slip out of your pussy, toying with your clit all while he nips at your bottom lip. You mewl and whine for him. He sighs.

“You have the prettiest eyes, you know that? Always glazing over when I touch your cunt,” he says with a tired smile. Dazai carefully pinches your clit, making you gasp sharply. His fingers slide back inside, slowly pumping them in and out. Your stomach grows hot and you squeeze your thighs around his wrist.

“I’m close,” you whimper. The rhythm of his fingers becomes sloppy, going off pace. When his thumb circles your clit, you feel the pressure in your lower stomach snap. Your eyes tear up as your release washes over you. You cry out, your fingers tugging at his hair. You can feel him shiver.

When you come down from your high, he takes his fingers out. In the haze of your post-orgasm bliss, you can feel his half hard cock against your inner thigh. You kiss him, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth.

“Want you inside of me,” you mutter. He hums. He tugs his cock out of his boxers, pressing the tip against your folds. His thumb moves the seat of your shorts out of the way. He slowly thrusts his hips forward, making you feel every inch of his shaft as it fills you to the brim.

He groans in your ear. You can feel the hand on the back of your neck slip down to your lower back, near your hip. Both of his hands position themselves onto your back, positioning the two of you into a tight embrace. You tuck your head into the crook of his neck. He smells of sweat, pine scented deodorant, and the sea.

“Can we stay like this?” He asks you. You nod. You hear him yawn and you feel him tug at the ends of your hair. His lips press against your forehead. They’re perpetually cold. One of your hands drapes over his waist, tracing the raised scar tissue carved into the thin flesh of his back.

“I love you,” you mutter. He hums.

“I love you too, precious,” Dazai replies. His voice is low and raspy. “As long as I can come home to you and die with you, I won’t ask for more.”

“Let’s skip work tomorrow and plan our funeral,” you tell him. He giggles.

“Let’s do it over brunch. A new place opened up nearby,” he mutters. You groan quietly in response.

“Don’t die with anyone else, (Y/N),” Dazai says. His voice is barely above a whisper.

“You’re the only one I want to be with in my final moments,” you reply, yawning mid sentence. He smiles. He starts to hum an old show tune from your childhood. His voice is low and he misses many of the notes.

“Why do you wish to die, (Y/N)?” He asks. You sigh deeply, taking time to organize your fuzzy thoughts. Your finger traces a particularly nasty scar on Dazai’s back. It’s long and jagged. He’s never told you the story behind this one.

“Because I’m miserable, I guess. I can’t quite see the joy or purpose in life,” you tell him. He chuckles humorlessly.

“The meaning of life eludes you as well,” he muses. “No wonder we work so well together.” You give him half of a laugh.

“Life is so tiring, isn’t it? We suffer so needlessly because of things beyond our individual control. Humans suffer so needlessly,” you whisper. He doesn’t say anything. You continue. “I’m convinced that hell is other people. I’m miserable at work. I was miserable in college, in school, in my every day life. When does this needless suffering end? When does it all end?”

“When we die,” he says quietly. You can feel his hand slowly run up and down your back.

“That’s troublesome,” you sigh. He grips you tighter.

“It’s part of the needless suffering, I think,” he mutters sleepily. His voice grows raspier.

“Does suffering with me make it any easier?” You ask him. He yawns.

“Yes,” he says. “You make it so much easier.” Your fingers find a scar from a bullet wound right above his hip. For a brief moment, you wonder how it must have felt.

“I’m glad,” you murmur. You don’t say anything more, allowing sleep to swallow you whole. Dazai follows your lead, drifting off and basking in the warmth radiating from your skin.

#dazai🪐 #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai smut #dazai angst #bsd smut #bsd #bsd dazai #osamu dazai #bsd x reader #dazai x reader

[rinbowaman]

S E 7 E N : L U C I F E R

P A R T T H R 3 E

Warnings: One image of a demon in this one, nothing related to smut or anything like the last chapter, just forewarning in case you dont like to look at scary stuff, it's CG developed image that fit the scene i placed it in (AGAIN, NO DEMON RELATED SMUT LIKE LAST TIME) however, you are going to have Heelel with antlers, just saying. if that bothers you, just skip over it. (He is the devil after all) there is smut, not too descriptive but it's in there. There are some dark altered pics of Heelel when he's mad (not like his scary smiling pic of sadistic love) literally just images i adjusted the brightness and contrast to display what I imagined he would look like when angry. Abuse of power, abuse of authority, imbalance of power in a relationship, obsession, possessiveness, aggressive and unhealthy obsession, treating a person like they're a doll or putting them on display (literally), ....curse words...mention of people burning, mentions of children dying (from bad guys). I think that's it. and this is NOT AT ALL PROOFREAD. sorry, not the tiniest bit, as i'm still trying to recover from jetlag and it's been a busy couple of days from the family event. so ignore the mistakes.

Images i found on googled and altered. One image is from account ljungwon. Please support their work.

“Will he receive us?” The master elder asks as he faces Jake.

Looking up at towards the peak view of the mountainous throne from the base, with crossed arms, he sighs out as he issues his response.

“Not sure….he hasn’t really detached himself from up there ever since he took out Jol…and brought her back with him.”

“You mean…..the Mortal Daughter? She’s here?” The elder gasped out.

“I knew that she what the purpose of her existence was…yet I wasn’t at all prepared to find out that he finally got her….after all this time…he never lost interest…he waited.”

The elder remarks his mental note as he once again, shifts his gaze and looks at the younger brother, Leviathan.

“Will you take us to him? We wish to see him.”

Shrugging as he scratches the back of his head, Jake steps aside and extends his arm, gesturing towards the three muses.

“You can go on right ahead. I’ll let him know that you’re making your way up.”

Flaring his dark gray-shadowed wings, the former archangel takes flight and heads to the peak of the tall mountain, leaving the three muses of Heaven to face the stairway extending miles long.

“We best be on our way. Should we stop for breaks, ensure that we keep a look out for the demons that may roam.” The elder bids as he leads the two younger muses along.

The stairway roughly extended passed three miles ahead before they would reach the tip, where Heeseung’s throne was stationed, overlooking the vast fields of the red poppies he planted so long ago….all for you.

A flashback from the time of your arrival in Hell, his voice and the image of his face was permanently ingrained in your mind as you set your gaze upon the red poppy floral ground that surrounded you…you couldn’t escape from them.

“Do you like them?”  You recalled as he spoke out chuckling, all with a lip bitten grin.

“ I planted grew them hoping that they would match the color of your lips, but they don’t even come close…as red as they are…..your red lips is the prettiest….you’re just so beyond remarkable….arent you?”

With a dark giggle, you nearly blacked out upon the last bit of his words as he cradled his fingers around your chin, staring into your eyes with a deathly and terrifying smile of joy….and love….a sinister love.

You sat atop and slightly sank into the tufted cushion of the large platform he had created right in front of his throne.

Despite having your own throne seat next to his, he expressed that he wanted you in front of him…in front of his eyes….where he could see you…stare at you…watch you…he didn’t want to miss a single sense of movement or expression.

The velvet red pillow top sat atop an enormous golden framed platform case, resembling a lavishly large box frame, where the pillow top was extremely soft, filled with angel feathers and adorned with a myriad of satin pillows.

A dainty, single, and delicate ankle chain was connected to the base of his chair. It had enough slack for you to move around freely, in great length, yet should the moment occur that you take flight or walk past the first three steps of the stairway, the slack ended, restricting you from leaving the tight perimeter of his reigning foyer.

Surrounding the platform, were four large golden pillars that extended high on each corner, hovering a sheer translucent red fabric to canvas over your frame as you remained atop the cushion.

Since your body was still developing to it’s immortal form, your strength hadn’t fully regained itself from the performance he displayed in turning you.

“It will take some time.”

His words echoed throughout your brain as he gently stroke your cheek.

Regardless of you changing, going from a mortality state to an immortal one, he had side tables on each corner of the platform, with platters of all the fruits you could imagine. There were also a wide display of nuts, cheeses, jams, and even assorted chocolate candies with pitchers of various wines.

Even noting that after you were fully changed, he expressed how much he knew you would miss the joys of tasting food, so he made a promise to have everything at your displeasure, and when the time is right, when you are trustworthy to not stray, he would take you on regular visits to the world you were born in.

But not now…not for a long time. He sensed that you were not yet fully acclimated to the adjustment, and that you missed home…you missed your family….you missed the setting of the place you initially belonged to.

From the platform, you sat kneeling and chained. Your body lacked any cover as he kept you naked with only subtle body jewelry and chains to adorn your figure.

“I want to see you….all of you.”

“Stop covering up, don’t be shy. Leave yourself open…..I love looking at you.”

“Look at me…..pretty……smile for me…..”

“Cry as much as you like, you’re still beautiful as ever.”

He’d have you adorn anywhere from pure gold beads with white diamonds, or black pearl strings, delicately decorating your waist, ankles, wrists, neck, and over your breasts, which he had pierced, delighting the look of the jeweled pieces that adorned each nipple.

Surprisingly, perhaps it was due to your body changing, you didn’t feel a thing when he had Sunoo come over to do the deed of puncturing a hole through each nip.

............................

“This shouldn’t hurt…but if you feel anything, let me know.”

Sunoo gently remarks as he takes hold of you and with a golden needle, one of ancient age, he pierces through, while feeding through the selected jewels that Heeseung picked out.

The Prince of Lust was quite crafty and quick, but it shouldn’t surprise you since that was right up his alley. In fact, just before you received your piercings, Sunoo had showed you his own.

“See? Aren’t they nice?”

Removing his shirt, he shows off the dainty piercings that lay on his chest, and it was subtle, but there were also….

“I got these while I was visiting Earth, it fascinated me. They speak of lust and desire, that’s also the same time I learned about the alterations of the body such as puncturing skin and adorning jewelry. It’s very enticing…isnt’ it?” he remarked as he took notice of you viewing the faint bit of tattoos that designed his pectoral muscles.

“Now, hold still, we’re going to make this quick and you’ll be right back with Heeseung.” He softly smiles as he cups your cheek.

Viewing the world from afar, it looked so large and graceful as it floats in the middle of the pitch black sky, all decorated by the galaxies and stars that gave it a subtle bit of illumination, yet the biggest source of light, was the massive moon over the horizon that appeared to be rising, yet was stationed in mid levitation as it gazes over the wide field of the red flowers.

It was massive, it looked as if you could walk right up to it. It shone brightly and paved the entire region with it’s light. You couldn’t deny it, the region of Hell that Heeseung had formatted, all for your arrival, was breathtaking.

It was hard though, and extremely mundane to not be able to tell how much time has passed. With the sun farther off on the opposite side of the earth, you couldn’t tell if each day had gone by, not until you noticed as the earth took movement and shifted around, the continents were the key in telling you that a full day had passed.

You constantly watched it, displaying a look of yearning as you wondered how everyone back at home were doing. Especially since the former archangel, Jol, being defeated and brutally slain by Heeseung, the world was now back to normal, no longer living in the dark ages of authoritative abuse and corruption. It was back to a time that you had longed for, yet you’re not able to enjoy even though you are the reason for it’s return.

Sitting across the platform, in close distance, he sat still and wouldn’t move….he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

He adorned a full black, princely attire with knee high boots and form fitting trousers, along with a satin black shirt with a kneel length coat. His legs crossed, elbow propped on the arm to extend the reach of his hand to his chin, which he stroked delicately as he admires the nude form of your body, the soft skin that glowed against the moonlight in the background, and the dainty pieces of jewelry, along with your wings…

“Leave your wings out, pretty. I fucking love your wings.”

Your wings on full display, he admired the white base of the coloration, protruding a silver Nacre hue that was exactly like the Mother of Pearl.

“So pretty…..”

On the left wing, a small group lying beneath the undercarriage of the structure, partially hidden underneath the white Nacre coloration, was the pungent black group of feathers that represented the darkened ingredients to your soul.

Though he was born with dark shadowed gray wings, the same as all angels in Heaven, his had slowly turned black, eluding a dark purple and red hue as he resided in his own kingdom of Hell, the moment he expelled himself from Heaven’s gates. How lovely of a feature was it, to see his darkness reflected in the lightness of your soul….of his soul.

“Heeseung!” Jakes voice comes from above as he swoops in and lands effortlessly to the side of Heeseung’s throne.

Without taking his gaze off you, Heeseung doesn’t move an inch, he merely issues a “Mmhmm..” towards his younger brother.

“The muses are on their way up.” Jake alerts.

Not at all responding, he takes notice of how Heeseung remains staring at you, with a slight smirk on his face.

Chuckling to himself, Jake shakes his head with a smile on his face.

“Do you want me to tell them to leave?” he asks.

Maintaining his gaze on the love of his life, Heeseung softly shakes his head and raises a brow as he watches you swoop your hair over your shoulder, keeping it at bay from having it draping all over your body as you continued to admire the Earth from where you knelt.

Jake chuckles once more. Stepping aside, he looks at you with a tilted head and a soft smile.

“Hi y/n. Feeling better?” he asks.

You merely look at him with a seldom expression and gave just a slight, gentle nod.

“That’s good. Get lots of rest, it’s going to be a while before your body full adjusts. Keep big brother happy, okay?” he chuckles teasingly.

Turning his head back to Heeseung, he speaks out before departing.

“Send for me if you change your mind about the muses.” With his last note, he propels himself off the peak and into the air as he takes flight.

You hardly got to see them, as they relished in their own regions, yet when you did, you at least appreciated and felt comforted by Heeseung’s siblings as they all issued a warm greeting and asked if you had needed anything. Though, regardless of your history with them before you were brought to Hell, they never dared take things any further than that, because now, you belong to Heeseung…..Heeseung only.

Watching Jake’s form disappearing as he flies off, you shift your gaze back to the rotating Earth. Heeseung continued to stare at you, as you both remained silent. It wasn’t anything new.

You couldn’t be sure exactly how long it had been since you arrived in Hell, yet you assumed it had been roughly about three weeks, and each day that passed, it was always the same. You were propped as if you were high valued art, and he sat on his throne, continuously appreciating you as he stared.

The muses arrived sometime after Jake issued his note of their arrival. Staring at you, the elder of the three muses gasped as he placed a hand over his chest at the sight of you.

The other two muses, the younger ones, followed suit as they looked at you with a wide eyed stare, as if you were some kind of miracle.

But that was because…you were….you were his miracle….

“…Heeseung…is she?....”

Heeseung doesn’t budge, he merely stays in his seat and continues to stare at you. A faint smile of satisfaction permanently stationed on his face the longer he looked at you.

“He sent us here….he wanted to express the meaning of his love for you….and for what you did….to save humanity.” The elder notes as Heeseung still remained unresponsive and maintained his gaze on you.

“The arch angel Jol, upon realizing that his only chance to erase humanity was to use the aid of humans, he made a deal, after narrowing down the weakest and most corrupt of souls.”

The elder muse studies Heeseung for a moment, looks back at you, and then shifts his gaze back at the Devil before him. Taking note of how the Prince of Darkness was entirely too enamored by you, the elder saw no point in furthering the conversation.

Turning back and dismissing himself as well as the younger two muses, he pauses his steps as he looks at you for the last time, knowing that his meeting with you would not happen for a second time.

Looking up to return the gaze, you looked slightly confused as you wondered why the elder man was just looking at you. It wasn’t until he spoke out softly, with the utmost pity you had ever received.

“My heart be still…..for I nor any muse, angel, or demon will ever witness something so miraculous….the flesh and blood of God. Be brave and strong….it is not your fault…nor was it his…..you are destined to teach and tame…..so please….do your best….o’ mortal child of my master.”

Your face trails behind them as they took their leave. Tilting your head as you watched them walk down the stairs, you were processing the man’s words, not even hearing Heeseung scoffing a smirk as he removes his hand from his chin, gets up from his throne, and walks over to you as you remained focus on the three muses, your head turned away in the opposite direction from where he stood aside from you.

Grabbing onto your wing, he gently pulls you to face him, delicately pushing you down on your back as he began to cover your entire body with ravishing kisses. He took aim at your womanhood like a spotlight and displayed sensual love as his tongue made love to your clit, punctured through your slit, and massaged the inside of your walls.

He fondled with your breasts, dragged his tongue from left to right and in circles over the regions of your stomach, your chest, and your thighs.

He displayed such brute strength, always taking you in various positions, to include suspending you in the air and supporting your entire weight as he cradled you with his arms. His hands remained firmly latched on your derriere as he gripped on each cheek and bounced you vigorously on his length. Succumbing to the highest essence of pleasure, your hands grips his shoulders, or his chest, yet you felt the need to grab on to something else…something that you could wrap your fingers around as you found yourself curling them from the intense pleasure. That and your toes.

Noting the gasping state of your orgasms, yet always wanting to keep going, he issued you ‘some’ relief as he would extend his antlers from his head, while still remaining in his mortal form.

“You can grab on to them….pretty.” he told you as he kept fucking you.

Reaching up as his hands tightened their grip around your waist, you found some of the pressure taken away from the intense pain and pleasure of his member thrusting inside you, rendering you to cum multiple times. Coiling your fingers around the magnificent display of the rack that sat atop his thatch of black hair, holding on for dear life, he’d find the basis of a new momentum as you latch on, furthering stabling yourself to him. Taking advantage, he’d increase the pace, the ferocity, and the rhythm as he would thrust harder, deeper, and faster.

He appeared as a hybrid of some sort, with his antlers out yet looking like the dashing mortal man that he appeared to be. His eyes lacked all luster as they became matte black.

As the muses finally reached the base of the mountain, your screams filled the air, coating the entire regions of Hell with lusts of pain, pleasure, and euphoria in your tone.

Noting that your tone, through all the pleasurable moans that were encased with each scream, there was a cry for help within your voice as you echoed out his name and your pleas.

The elder knew, though he felt nothing but sympathy for the one that was destined to live this life…with the Devil.

In the sporadic of the time that would pass, there were also times that he would approach you, and display his physical affection in various manners, not just through intercourse, though it happened nearly all the time, as he caved into engage in the heat of passion since he couldn’t take any more of the aching that punched inside him. Could anyone blame him? The Devil? You were too glorious for him not to touch you….the fact that you were all his…that you belonged to him…made it even harder for him to restrain himself.

“Come here….come to me.”

“Yeah? You fucking like that?”

“You feel so good….fuck I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re mine.”

“Now repeat after me, ‘Daddy I want your seed.’ Just like that, okay pretty?”

“Scream out my name with that sweet voice of yours.”

“Open your mouth and moan for me. Just like that…..fucking say my name, pretty.”

You’re not sure of how many times he’s already lost control and submitted you to his raging passion and love, but it had to have been in the high numbers already, despite it being only a few weeks since you’ve been here with him.

………………..

At first, you found yourself afraid and disgusted with the way he had issued you those pet names, coated your body with his lips, devoured you, pelted you, and thrusted every inch of his love in you. Yet….

It was strange and frustrating, the feeling of pleasure overrides your better judgement and you mentally caught yourself wanting more, though you tried to remain strong in avoiding speaking it out. But you felt yourself breaking, inch by inch, as you not only craved it, but you stopped putting up a fight. You started to accept it begrudgingly, though it would transition to you embracing his touch….returning his kisses…..moaning out the pleasures as he licked you down from head to toe.

He was brutal, you knew of that, you’ve seen it.

For even though his region was nothing but blissful beauty, a sight to behold, the vast regions of Hell is so large, it was entirely a different world of its own. Frightening demons roamed the lands, aimlessly wandering. You had learned through Niki, that the demons were born out of the souls of the dead, of those who committed high, atrocious crimes against humanity. Rapists, murderers, criminals of all serious types that committed the harshest of offenses towards mankind, all fall into the abyss of the River Styx, where they are forever tormented. On occasion, however, when the soul yearns for more damage, craving for the pain and screams of others, they ravage the lands seeking out one another, only to fight to their deaths.

“It helps cleanse the lands if we let them roam and kill each other off.” Niki stated.

Yet, the moment you stepped foot in Heeseung’s region, you as well as the siblings, and the Prince of Darkness himself, all learned that due to the essence that you were made of, out of God himself, you drew the attention of these ravaging demons as they yearned to tear you apart, ravaging your body and splitting you open.

The first you witnessed it, was shortly, nearly a day after you were brought ‘home’. Everything had been just as it was now, with you on the platform, adjusting to the new sights as you lay naked on the bedding, where Heeseung had a full view as he sat on his throne just as he is doing right now.

It was distant, yet it grew nearer as you heard the clamping sound of something harshly approaching up the stairway. With a loud and beastly growl, he ran with a murderous eye as it extended its hand, reaching upwards in your direction. You shook at the sight of the massive demon, who looked as if it stood eight or nine feet in height, with a large and muscular form as it rushes up with the intent in tear you to pieces.

You froze as the thing was nine or ten steps away from making it’s way over to you, when suddenly Heeseung, in a flash, migrated from the seat of his throne and appeared before you, standing in the way of the flesh craved demon, never allowing the creature to get passed the last step of the stairway.

His transition was so quick, it was as if he teleported, just as his brothers had done. Snapping his hand out, harshly grabbing the demon by the neck, his fingers pinch in and digs into the skin, puncturing into dark flesh.

The demon growled and roared in pain as it attempts to reach for Heeseung, yet the Devil remained untouchable. Raising his arm, Heeseung’s eyes grew murderous, dark, and sadistically twisted with a rage like you had never seen as he aimed his sights directly to the demon’s face. Without saying a word, Heeseung reaches up with his other hand, and while maintain the hold he had, he tears off each limb, before tossing aside off the mountain top that you both were perched on.

Limb by limb, the dying cries of the monster before him, you shunned your sight away from the gruesome display as your ‘husband’ took out the demon and finished him off by slowly tearing his neck from its body. The ripping of flesh and the gurgitation of the demon choking on its blood before the finishing move sent waves of panic, fear, and anxiety throughout your body.

Tossing what was left, Heeseung turns to find you in a kneeling state, slight hunched as you cradled your breasts, trying to cover as much of your nudity as you possibly could.

You may have been fearful and going through some sort of psychological trauma at that very moment, but to him, you were mesmerizing. The way your hair draped over your shoulder, with the few slick pieces that remained on your cheek, your soft skin, your womanly frame, your wings, and the dainty jewelry pieces that complimented your complexion. All of it. Everything was putting him in a trance.

With his sinister glare all but disappeared, it remained faintly as he smirks at the sight of you. Walking up to the platform that you were perched on, he grabs a small brunch of grapes from one of the platters on the side tables from the nearby bed corner, swinging around the pillar and plopping himself on the bed, he lies on his back right next to your kneeling frame. With one hand resting behind his head, his ankles crossed, he was in a relaxed state as he starts to bite off from the cluster he had in his hand, munching on the dark purple grapes.

Extending his hand with the cluster of the sparkling purple fruit, he presents it next to your face, to which you shook your head and faced away.

But that didn’t sit well with him. You needed to eat, your body hasn’t fully transitioned, not to mention he prefers that you be obedient, since everything he outlined and had you do was all for your own sake and health.

He doesn’t say anything, instead, he shifts to lay on his side, reaching over with this other hand, he gently places it on the back of your head, and pulls you in towards his face where he had the clustered fruit next to his lips.

The moment he brought your face inches away, all he stated was, “eat.”

Opening your mouth, he brings the grapes closer, the moment your lips touched one, you bite it off ever so gently and chew on it. He smirks before moving his hand away from your head and leans back down in his relaxed position, munching on the fruit as he watches you.

…………………………

Days and weeks have gone by. The routines of Heeseung watching you, admiring you, and taking you was like clockwork, it happened every single waking second, which was nearly all the time for him since he didn’t require sleep. Since you were still adjusting, you found yourself dozing off here and there, yet initially the feeling of tiredness was a lot stronger. As time went on, you found yourself not feeling the need to sleep, hunger was beginning to be a thing of the past as you were starting to rarely find yourself hungry, at this point, eating food just became a thing to do all for the sake of taste, not so much for sustenance.

There were other things, such as your vision. You developed a magnified sense as you would gaze at the stars, with the speckles appearing as sprinkles against the matte black canvas of the sky, you surprised yourself the moment you were able to zoom in and gaze on the fine details of every star and planet in the sky.

Unless prescribed by him, you hardly felt any pain. You couldn’t confirm…not yet at least, but you felt your strength coming back, yet it felt as if you had the strength that of an entire army as you tested the waters and grabbed the nearby fruit bowl made of pure gold. It was large, and heavy as you remembered, yet you now can balance the bowl in full just with the tip of your pinky.

Your senses have become more acute and enhanced, you started to gain the powers of telekinesis. Everything about you was changing…

To include your feelings and emotions about being in Hell and being with him….

At first you were scared, you had regretted your decision, though you were convinced that you never had one to begin with, you were doomed for Hell. You found out, that it was what you were created and destined for.

Yet as time went by, despite his cruel and terrifying, sadistic nature, with you, he was always soft and gentle. Other than the manner of how he expressed his performance sexually, when he wasn’t engaged in intercourse, he was delicate in handling you.

Throughout the days, as he watches you from his relaxed seated position, he would get up and walk over, just to brush his fingertips along your arms, your hair, or against your cheek, normally startling you while you gazed at the Earth.

He would come up and sit you on his lap, gaze at the world of humans with you, interlocking your fingers together where he would tell you of the ancient worlds, and how humanity developed from the history of culture, mythology, religion, and evolution. You never would have realized how wrong historians and experts were as he corrected the details of timelines, events, and the truths of how humans gained independence and a means for survival.

He would raise your hand along with his own, cupping yours, he’d physically show you all the hidden celestial spheres of each planetary moon as he moved your hand to point in the correct direction of each notable star and planet.

He made stars, created new ones and formed them into new constellations, which he dedicated to you. One was of your favorite flower, another was of your favorite animal, while the other were the initials of your name.

He’d stroke his fingertips and graze them over your nude body as you slept, not yet fully transitioned. He would whisper the sweetest words in your ears as he cuddled you against his frame. He never left your side, never leaving you alone. Wherever he would go, you were taken with him.

Noticing that you were starting to feel a bit bored as you gained immortality, and that time had no meaning, you found yourself constantly laying on your stomach, with your knees bent as you swung your feet high and gazed at the earth in a mundane state. He had both Sunghoon and Jake watch over you as he disappeared for just a moment, returning with a pair of fortune spheres from the ancient world. Plopping them gently in front of you, he smiled each time he watched you play with them as he sat on his throne.

Eventually, as more time had passed, you felt more comfortable around him. You knew of the lines and boundaries that you could not cross, and never thought about doing so, all the ensure that you didn’t bring out the anger or dark side of his endearing nature that he displayed towards you. He would never do anything that would threaten your life, but you just knew that the punishment he would have in store for you in the case you broke any of the rules he set forth, would have been just as harsh.

But despite all that, he would still love you….he loves you to the ends of every planet, star, and galactic cluster in the sky.

So why not let him keep loving you? Why not accept him? Why not serve him, since he’s willing to serve you?

You felt entirely comfortable being in the nude in front of him, it didn’t bug you any longer, yet the moment you asked for something as you didn’t like it when others would see you on display bare naked, he not only honored your request, but he also got you the finest silk, jewels, and thread you could imagine. He had lascivious dresses made, yet no matter how much skin showed, the format of each attire was beautiful. He expressed how much you resembled the Greek goddesses, so he made you look the part by fashioning you with wreaths of gold, risqué togas, and dangling jewels. He even gathered jeweled chains that he had adorned your wings with.

“There…pretty….you’re so perfect….you could never know just how much I adore you.”

…………………………….

“Here they are.” Niki and the other brothers all brought forth the faces of those you thought you’d never see again.

Chained up and dragged like cattle, was the prior Senator, Forras, and his wide group of cult posse, some of which you had crossed paths before with each brother as they regulated the streets for the established curfew.

“Fucking kneel down.” Jungwon issued harshly as he lightly kicked the Senator and his group all into a kneeled state.

There they were….kneeling in a row before you as you sat atop your glorious platformed bedding. Your wings shined against the moonlight, and your jewels glistened like dew drops in the morning sun.

Standing from his throne, Heeseung walks over and sits next to you on the bedding, his feet lifted from the ground as the platformed stood at least four feet off the ground. Shifting over with his arms crossed, he leans in towards you as he grabs hold of your neck, gently, and pulls you in.

He lays you in a cradling manner in his arm, similar to that of a mother and a newborn. Licking the pad of his thumb, he reaches over and brushes it against your lips, coating it with his saliva to make the cherry stain color shine.

Rocking you as he cradled you in his arm, he takes his free hand and interlocks his fingers with your own.

“Tell me…..pretty….what do you want me to do with them? Hmm? I’ll end them in any way you want, just tell me. I can rip their heads off? Or I can torture them slowly until they beg for death. Just tell me. What do you wanna see?”

You look him in the eyes as he continues to rock your frame gently, moving the pieces of your hair from your face as he tucks them behind each ear.

Shifting your gaze momentarily towards the row of offenders who not only attempted to do harm to you, but had indeed taken the lives of others….women, children, and men who were all serving a purpose in life as mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons.

You’ll never forget, before you found out the truth on how the corrupt figures kneeling before you had coordinated and gained influence by making a deal with the archangel Jol, not even knowing that he had his own hidden agenda, by erasing mankind clean off the earth.

The image of the children that were torched alive, ripped open, cut into dozens of pieces as their time of execution arrived….the screams of each one, varied in age, yet desired the nurture and comfort of their mothers as they died brutally from the angels that were sent forth.

“…..this man….and his people…..they did that…they are responsible.”

For a moment, as you mentally remarked your voice in your head, a sprout of anger grew within you. You’ll never forget those screams…the bloodshed and the pain they had to endure….even though the angels were the ones committing the deed, it was this man who allowed corrupt heart to cause it all to happen. Not only that, but he had no sympathy in his eyes…just fear of losing his life. All of them did. There was not a single ounce of repentance for the lives lost, they were responsible for.

“What do you want me to do?” Heeseung whispers, taking notice of the inflamed spark in your eye as you glared over to the grown men and women that looked back at you, some were with pleading looks for you to spare them, others were with discontent as they burned with a hatred for you, like the one that Michael Forras was giving you right now.

“…..I’m not sure….I just….what I do know is that….” You stuttered out softly.

“What is it pretty? Do you want them to burn? I can do that….you them to burn?” He asks you, placing your hand over his heart as he cups it with his own.

Looking back up at him, you slightly nod as you issued your words.

“For the others…I don’t have a preference….but him….” You glared over to Forras, who returns it right back. “He……needs to get it the worst out of all of them…..whatever you can think of….just make him pay…..” you shift your eyes on the ground as you erase the image of the children that died, all the while Micahel Forras would sit atop his lavish building, located at the top floor, partaking in his fine dining and adorning himself with such expensive clothing.

Snarling a wide grin, Heeseung chuckles out aloud as he grabs your chin, and kisses you with such harsh passion.

“Oh my fucking girl! I’d do anything for you…you know that?”

Standing up from the bedding, he issues the command to his brothers for them to take the cult members and do away with them, to which they found their pleasures in doing so.

Leaving Forras behind, Heeseung walks up and using his own telekinetic powers, he levitates Forras’s body over towards his intolerable grip.

Grabbing the man by his hair, he drags him effortlessly over towards you.

“Stick out your feet, pretty.”

Throwing the man at your feet as you leave them dangling off the edge of the platform, Heeseung sits next to you once more. Shifting a thigh with a bent knee to lay flat on the bedding, he leaves one leg hanging off as he sits with crossed arms.

Glaring down at the man, he speaks firmly as he admires his fingertips, before taking your hand in his and admiring yours.

“Kiss her feet….it will be the last thing you’re going to taste before I kill you.”

Forras’s body shook from immense fear, all from the look in Heeseung’s eye. Doing as he bids, Forras begins to kiss each foot.

While admiring your fingertips, Heeseung speaks without even so much as glancing over to the grown man.

“….Now tell me….is it true?....from what I heard….you tried to force your filthy body on to my wife…..is that right?” Heeseung issues, all the while taking note of some fuzz underneat the very tip of your fingernail. Examining it closely, he reaches over and digs it out.

“I also heard that….when she fought you off….you had that piece of shit, Jol, assign those useless things to kill her off….riiiiiight?” Heeseung continued. You felt Forras gasping into sobs as he continued to kiss your feet.

“So?...” Heeseung re-crosses his arms, raising a brow as he glares down at the pitiful man. “Apologize.”

Forras looks up with wide eyes and a slightly confused look.

“I didn’t say stop either….kiss her feet and apologize to my fucking queen.”

Forras continues as Heeseung commanded, all the while he apologizes relentlessy, completely ridden with fear and panic.

“good….” Heeseung states calmly as he gets off the platform, and picks Forras back up by the hair once more.

“Now…..for all the things you did to her….and for pissing her off….BURN for it.”  With his grasp held tightly on Forras’s grape, the man’s body slowly engulfed in flames as Heeseung continued to hold him in mid air, not at all bothered by the flames that coated his arm and hand, having absolutely no effect on him.

Despite feeling that he deserved it, you still couldn’t find it in your heart to watch as you shunned your face away and winced your eyes shut, covering your hears to filter out the screams.

Turning back around, Heeseung looks over at you with the most sadistically loving smile, it was so dark and twisted, it would have been more than enough to make a serial killer’s skin crawl off their own body.

Walking over to you, looping his hands underneath your kneecaps as they remained hanging off the platform, he spreads them open as he situates himself in between your thighs. Grabbing hold of your neck, he lowers his body as he lays you down, hovering over you.

Placing his lips on your forehead, he takes a deep inhale before he pulls slightly back and gazes into your eyes. Taking your hand in his own, he places it on the back of his head, and curls your fingers inward, gesturing for you to grab onto his hair.

“Its okay if you want to pull…its not going to hurt me…..with what I’m about to do to you, you’re going to need some leverage…..” he smirks as his eyes grew wide upon staring deep into your peepers.

Sighing out a long and deep exhale through an open mouth, he speaks out once more.

“Oh…..my wife…..tell me....what is the name I blessed you with? I want to hear you say it.....tell me.....recite it, just like I showed you......"

The name....the name and title that he gave to you......

..................................

“You watch as the birds soar through the open skies. 

Only to fall in mid-flight, should they look into my my eyes. 

Observe the koi, as they grace the water with their beauty, and their color.

Watch them drown to the depths below, when they witness the glory of my wonder. 

Take pity on the moon, as it peers in the night with its glow, luster, and essence.

For it hides in shame once it notes my enchanting presence. 

At long last after its winter slumber, the flower takes full bloom, gleaming in pride.

Shutting away, noting thy face and heart, it propels to hide. 

Gaze upon my wings of black and white, 

Reflecting the darkness in my eyes, yet my heart remains light. 

I am as soft as the feather of an angels wing, yet sharp as the demon’s horn. 

I am the cause and reason, that our two worlds are left un-torn.

You stand happy and free, saved from the Devils wrath, hold those tears of relief from your cries. 

For it was I, who was left without a choice, devoured by his love, I paid the ultimate sacrifice. 

For the moment he knew I would eventually wake, 

My body and soul, was claimed and all for him to take. 

I am his love, his reason, and his obsession, 

All of which saved you, from the angels possession. 

Call me what the scriptures entail, as Lucina, the Queen of Hell, or Y/N, the mortal bride of the first archangel. 

No matter the title, I will forever be wrapped by the chains of his love, for which I am entangled. 

His gaze allows my soul to remain pure, but his touch devours my beauty, and leaves me tainted. 

He corrupts me with his kisses, a poison that I am eternally to receive as fated. 

I am both, the pitch darkness and the fair light of bliss. 

Beg of me, Helena, Wife of Helel, the Two-Toned Winged Goddess, will make you immortal with a kiss.”

Authors note: On to the next chapter! A F T E R M A T H It's in the works, stay tuned!

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[roosterbruiser]

𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐙-𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 — 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐏. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟏.𝟔𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟗

“Did you know that I grew up on a farm?” 

He isn’t paying you much mind right now. You can’t tell if he’s asleep or awake as his head lulls from side to side, his feet stroking the sheets monotonously. His eyelids are fluttering and his cheeks are flushed. Maybe he’s ignoring you--or maybe he’s just too high. Either way, his body is a mass of endless perspiration skin and hair and heat on the velvet sheets you’re lying on together. 

It’s hot in here, hot enough for a pool of sweat to gather in the hollow of your throat. But you don’t feel like you can move, so you just stare up at the mirror mounted on the ceiling. You’re looking into your own eyes, those sad and big things, and trying to feel time moving past you. 

You’re always trying to feel things that you just can’t. 

“It was in Nebraska,” you continue, letting your eyes wander to the feathery tufts of your hair that cover the blood-red pillows under your head. You're letting it grow out--your daddy always liked it grown out; it makes you want to chop all of it off with kitchen scissors. “A chicken farm. Real gnarly work.” 

He mumbles something incoherent. You don’t ask him to repeat himself. 

“You want the skinny on chicken farms? They’re fucking dirty. Smells like shit and piss all the time. You can smell our farm a few miles down the road. Real bummer having boys pick me up on a mound of chicken shit,” you whisper. Now you let your eyes fall from your hair to your naked chest. Your nipples are pert and erect despite the lack of chill in the stuffy bedroom. Fuck, it smells like sex and sweat in here. But you prefer any scent over chicken shit--still, even now. “And chickens are stupid. I think that’s why we eat them--I think that’s why they taste so good. Why else would God make them so damn dumb?” 

The record player in the corner is still playing A Fifth of Beethoven by Walter Murphy. It’s not very loud--you can still hear all the stragglers outside by the pool, probably opening another bottle of creme de menthe for another round of Green Hornets. There’s music playing outside, too, but you can’t tell what it is even when you strain--not over the sound of your heart thrumming in your ears. People are probably still in the pool, ashing their cigarettes in the crystal dishes your mama would’ve killed for. You imagine all the glittery bikinis strewn about the backyard, the big silver cowboy tubs full of cum and stray pubic hairs. 

“I never felt bad about killing the chickens,” you whisper, shaking your head. You watch your lips form the words, watch the confession slip into the shadowed room. You don’t feel any different after saying it, admitting this thing that’s been a source of shame. “Do you know that nifty little phrase they have about chickens running around with their heads cut off? It’s true, really. I’ve seen it--no shit, I swear. You can say later days to a hen and swing the ax and it’ll run all around if you let it. I’m sure it would be confused if it had a brain still.” 

He turns his face into the pillow, breathing in the sweat that drenches it. 

You watch your belly rise and fall with every breath you take, let your fingers drag over the imprints of your ribs that press out against your skin now. There’s a valley there where there used to be a hill and you like to let your palm sit there: it makes you feel full even when you’re not. 

“There was this chicken they called Miracle Mike--stellar name, I know--and in, like, the 40s or some shit, he got his head chopped off then lived for something like two years. Fucking far out. They let him live, didn’t try to kill him again. Took care of him. Dropped milk down his exposed throat and let him sleep with the other stupid chickens,” you whisper, pressing down on the hip bones that jut out of your body like rocks during low tide. “They even took him around the fucking United States on some gruesome tour.” 

He seems to come to for a moment, turning his face away from the pillow and gulping air. You don’t turn towards him, but you know that he was suffocating silently beside you. But it doesn’t matter because he’s awake now, awake enough to reach out and grab your tit once he recovers slightly. His hand, that balmy and big thing, cups you as he pinches your nipple a few ineffective time. The pleasure is there, constant as ever, but it feels far away like it’s at one end of a tunnel and you’re at the other. Dull, maybe. It’s dull. 

“What are you yammering about, Cherry?” 

“Miracle Mike,” you tell him, still unable to take your eyes away from the mirror that reflects this girl lying in the bed. She looks a lot like you. “Anyway, he ended up choking on his own spit and dying in a motel because his owners forgot a dropper. Imagine surviving your head getting chopped off and living for two years and then you choke on your own spit because some space cadet forgot a dropper?” 

He rolls your nipple between his fingers again and you finally give in to the shiver that tingles your spine. When he sees your back arch off the bed, when he sees that little flutter of your eyelids, he moves closer to you. He kisses and suckles at your throat, letting his half-hard cock press against your hip. 

“What the Hell are you talking about chickens for?” He asks, shaking his head. His mustache is tickling the delicate skin of your collarbones, his mussed hair nudging your nose and chin as he kisses lower and lower. You can feel him growing harder against you, can feel the warmth spreading across his chest. “Chickens get your engines revving, baby? Hmm?”

“No,” you answer, biting your lip hard. “I don’t like chickens.” 

He dips his hand between your legs--you’re wet. You think you’re always some degree of wet at this point. It’s like evolution; a survival tactic; adapting to your environment.

He scoffs like he doesn’t believe you, circling your clit a few times as he closes his lips around your nipple. You watch it all unfold in the mirror above you. 

“You’re such a fucking fry, baby,” he tells you, his voice deep and throaty. “My little Cherry, getting all wet talking about chickens with their heads cut off. Gnarly bitch.” 

You moan when he plunges his fingers inside of you--three of them, you think. There’s just a bit of a burn as he stretches to fill you, only a tiny bit. But you’re wet enough to lubricate his fingers, wet enough to let your mouth fall open and moan for him. 

Your ears are ringing.  

“Fucking freak, aren’t you, baby?” He whispers, his lips hovering yours. His breath smells like the Aperol he drank, the cigarettes he chewed on, the doobie he smoked, the coke he snorted. You never knew coke had a scent until you started inhaling it, until it was sprinkled in every mustache you kissed, until it littered every glass table you encountered. It smells like flowers almost--smells better than chicken shit. “Say you’re a fucking freak, Cherry. Tell me how fucking weird you are.”

The tips of your fingers feel numb.  

“Buzz off,” you try. 

He bites down hard on your bottom lip--hard enough that you know you’re bleeding instantly. It’s the kind of pain that makes your teeth clash, the kind of pain that makes your nose feel fuzzy. Just as soon as he releases your bottom lip from the wrath of his teeth, he’s sucking on it. You can taste metal--can feel the warm blood sliding down your throat. 

“Say it.”

“I’m a fucking freak,” you whisper to him.

A steady river of blood leaks from the corner of your mouth to the pillow beneath you, clumping your hair, drying it in a tangle. He’s gonna be in trouble when Dennis sees you tomorrow--you won’t give Dennis his name, though. You’ll say you got too high and fell asleep with your lip between your teeth. Dennis will believe you.

“Tell me I’m the man,” he mutters to you, suddenly and swiftly replacing his fingers with his cock. It makes you gasp out, makes your fingernails embed themselves in his skin. Your nail is broken off on the middle finger of your right hand--his fault, too. He’s rough, rougher than your producers like men to be with you off-camera. Even if he fucked you a little bit over an hour ago, his cock feels unfamiliar inside of you as he fills you up. It’s a skinny and long thing, akin to a pencil. Pencil-dick is what you want to call him. “Say it.” 

He’s thrusting into you rapidly, his hips slamming into yours and his fingers wrapping around your thighs to hold you close to him. It feels good, at least--feels good to be jerked around a little bit.

You lick the blood off your lips. 

“You’re the man,” you whisper, shaking your head softly. You keep staring up at the mirror above you. Your pupils are big right now--dilated entirely in the darkness of the room. All you can see is those black pools sitting in the middle of your irises, reflecting all that flesh tangling in your flesh, gleaming in the light of midnight. “You’re the fucking man, baby.”  

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: WHO DO YOU THINK THE MAN IN THE PROLOGUE IS GOING TO BE?

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

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[thedecoy-if]

“You have quite a temper,” Drenwin notes, a pleasant smile on his face.

“A temper implies irrational anger,” you snap. “Last time I checked I have many reasons to be angry.” You twist your body in a futile effort to stretch out the knots from your back. Sitting in one spot for this long has left you feeling like your limbs are made of rock, pulsing with a dull and persistent ache. “Is there not a faster mode of transportation?”

Drenwin tilts his head and leans it against the wall of the transport; a pillow of dark red tufted velvet. His fingers tap on the space next to him in quick beats that sound like he's trying to communicate via morse code. You wonder if that's simply an uncontrollable habit or if he's doing it on purpose.

“Already making demands. You’re fitting into this role nicely.”

“I’m not demanding. I’m asking.”

His reply is swift. His smile growing. “With a domineering tone.”

#interactive game #drenwin silva #mae is writing #interactive fiction #just a small scene that i liked #drenwin is unflappable #interactive novel

[shecreateshome]

44 Decor Ideas for Your Dream Bedroom

1. Luxurious Bedding: - Start with the foundation – invest in high-quality, luxurious bedding for the ultimate comfort.

2. Statement Headboard: - Elevate your bed with a statement headboard that adds style and drama to your bedroom.

3. Soft, Neutral Colors: - Choose soft, neutral colors like muted grays, serene whites, and calming pastels to create a tranquil atmosphere.

4. Cozy Throw Blankets: - Place cozy throw blankets at the foot of your bed for an inviting touch.

5. Plush Area Rug: - Define your bedroom space with a plush area rug that adds warmth and texture.

6. Ambient Lighting: - Install ambient lighting fixtures like dimmable sconces or pendant lights for a soothing atmosphere.

7. Floating Nightstands: - Opt for floating nightstands to save space and create a modern look.

8. Wall Art Gallery: - Create a gallery wall with your favorite artwork or family photos.

9. Ceiling Fan with Lights: - Combine functionality and style with a ceiling fan that includes integrated lighting.

10. Sheer Curtains: - Hang sheer curtains to allow natural light while maintaining privacy.

11. Accent Wall: - Paint one wall in a bold, contrasting color or use wallpaper to create an accent wall.

12. Full-Length Mirror: - Add a full-length mirror to make your bedroom feel larger and provide a practical space for getting ready.

13. Dresser with Mirror: - Choose a dresser with an attached mirror to streamline your morning routine.

14. Customized Shelving: - Install customized shelving to display books, decorative items, and personal mementos.

15. Canopy Bed: - Create a romantic ambiance with a canopy bed draped in sheer fabric.

16. Bedside Table Lamps: - Illuminate your bedside tables with elegant table lamps for bedtime reading.

17. Elegant Wall Decals: - Decorate your walls with elegant wall decals for a stylish and removable design element.

18. Plentiful Pillows: - Layer your bed with an assortment of pillows in different sizes and textures for added comfort.

19. Statement Chandelier: - Make a grand statement with a striking chandelier as a focal point in your bedroom.

20. Room-Enhancing Plants: - Bring nature indoors with bedroom-friendly plants like peace lilies or snake plants.

21. Tufted Ottoman: - Add a tufted ottoman to provide extra seating and storage space.

22. Coordinating Bedside Tables: - Choose matching bedside tables to create a cohesive look.

23. Customized Headboard: - Design a customized headboard that perfectly fits your bedroom's style.

24. Soft Roman Shades: - Install soft Roman shades for a timeless and functional window treatment.

25. Bed Bench: - Place a bed bench at the foot of your bed for a touch of luxury and additional seating.

26. Dreamy Canopy Curtains: - Hang dreamy canopy curtains for an ethereal atmosphere in your bedroom.

27. Mirrored Furniture: - Incorporate mirrored furniture for added glamour and a spacious feel.

28. Layered Bedding Textures: - Mix and match bedding textures like linen, velvet, and silk for a luxurious look.

29. Window Seat Nook: - Create a cozy window seat nook with cushions and throw pillows for a tranquil reading spot.

30. Statement Accent Chair: - Place a statement accent chair in a corner for a stylish and functional addition.

31. Textured Wall Panels: - Enhance your bedroom's texture with textured wall panels or wood paneling.

32. Dressing Screen: - Use a dressing screen for privacy and a touch of vintage charm.

33. Minimalist Floating Shelves: - Install minimalist floating shelves for a sleek and clutter-free display.

34. Vanity Table: - Set up a vanity table with a chic mirror for your beauty routine.

35. Luxurious Bed Canopy: - Elevate your bed with a luxurious canopy for a regal touch.

36. Dramatic Black Accents: - Introduce black accents through decor items or furniture for a touch of drama.

37. Layered Curtains: - Layer curtains with sheers and blackout options for flexibility in light control.

38. Patterned Bedspread: - Opt for a patterned bedspread to add visual interest and personality.

39. Cozy Reading Nook: - Create a cozy reading nook with a comfortable chair and good lighting.

40. Monogrammed Bedding: - Personalize your bedding with monogrammed pillows or sheets.

41. Gold and Metallic Accents: - Incorporate gold or metallic accents for a touch of opulence.

42. Wall-Mounted TV: - Mount a TV on the wall for entertainment without taking up floor space.

43. Elegant Crown Molding: - Add elegant crown molding for a touch of architectural charm.

44. Serene Ocean Vibes: - Create a calming ocean-inspired bedroom with blue hues and nautical decor.

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[firefallvaruna]

WIP Wednesday

WIP Wednesday, featuring The Winding Road

Excerpt: “Iris, we’re ready,” Gladio called from the main living area. “Just a sec,” she called back. Since she was out of her seat, she was going to take the opportunity to check on Callie. It probably didn’t mean anything for once, but her ‘niece’ was a little too quiet.

She cracked open the bedroom door. The child had fallen asleep playing her Switch, stretched out on her stomach on a quilt of patterned mandalas. There was an utterly boneless quality to the way she lay on the bed; her arms were folded beneath her torso, fingers still near the Switch. It couldn’t have been long. She could still hear the cheerful victory music from her game but knew she might wake her if she tried to slip in and turn it off.

Better she sleep through this meeting.

With a smile, Iris quietly shut the red, upholstered bedroom door. “Iris,” Gladio drew her name out to several times its actual length, just as he used to do when she was little.

“No rush,” Matthias Vivas had flown in with Aranea to present his preliminary findings, and none of them suspected it was good news. She remembered him as a pimple-faced teen of few words; it weirded her out seeing him as a Kingsglaive officer now. “It’s fine."

“I’m coming! Jeez,” Iris made her way through the ornate suite of rooms back to the main living area. She snatched a tufted velvet pillow in a warm sage green with magenta piping as she passed and smacked her brother lightly upside the head.

“Ow,” Gladio said without any real emotion behind it and allowed the soft pillow to fall into his lap.

As soon as she hopped over the back of the sofa and settled against the arm, he reciprocated by whipping the pillow at her face. She didn’t even try to deflect or block it, instead choosing to deadpan an “Ow” of her own when it hit her and fell to the plushly carpeted floor.

As always, Luna’s laugh could coax a rare smile from Noct. Ignis’s body twitched in a silent laugh, likely guessing what had happened by sound alone. As usual, Aranea’s derisive snort said one thing, but her smirk said otherwise.

“Sleeping?” Prompto asked softly from the armchair behind her, and she replied with a thumbs up.

“We good?” Matt asked casually.

“Yes,” Noctis said. His voice was starting to sound and look much better now, save for the periodic “death cough,” as Prompto called it. “Please begin.”

#final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #lunoct #noctis x lunafreya #noctis x luna #noctis lucis caelum #lunafreya nox fleuret #ffxv lunafreya #ffxv noctis #lunafreya #older chocobros #final fantasy xv fanfiction #ffxv fanfiction #ff15 fanfiction #lady lunafreya #dawn of the future #ffxv fanfic #ff 15 #ff xv #my stories #my-stories #galahd #final fantasy xv galahd #ffxv galahd

[mondayborn]

Thorn in his flesh

His majesty uncovers the prince's head, revealing tufts of crow black hair. Tommi looks on, pinned by the shock of light blue irises contrasting the deep red vestments. He's swaddled in crushed red velvet, sunk comfortably in the pillows of the worn reading chair. The prince isn't older than ten years.

In time of war Tommi vows to protect the king's most valuable. Ten years later the war is lost but Tommi's duty hasn't come to an end.

Chapter 1: Tufts of crow black hair

Chapter 2: Shoulders stiff with the pull of their bows

#🌹prince!Allu and knight!Tommi🌹 #blind channel fic #rpf #egglish

[llondonfog]

23?

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

my living room!!

it's typically just approaching dusk or we've just passed into the bruised purple of evening, and i have my back sliding door to my deck open to let the spring air drift in (plus i like to watch the colorful fairy lights i have wrapped around the railing sway in the breeze against the soft night). i'm usually curled up on my couch (my favorite piece of furniture, i bought it before i even found my home—rich royal blue, tufted velvet, and rolled arms with several clashing floral and jewel toned pillows— edwardian vibes lol) with my laptop, and a mug of tea (type varies, but lately i've been OBSESSED with queue mignonne tea in earl grey yuzu<3) on the glass coffee table that's bound by a geometric golden frame.

it sits there (sometimes forgotten) along with my various roman/green sculpture candles, felt flowers sitting in a vase made from the bust of david, and diasomnia figurines LOLL. it's getting too hot for the fireplace now so i have my fake burgundy candles flickering on top of my mantle (can't have fire hazards with my cat around....) for the Ambience(tm)!! they cast the loveliest shadows against the whitewashed brick and butter yellow walls.

it's cozy, homey, and complete as my cat naps on his tree across from me <3

#lettie's asks #im crying this is the environment in which i produce the most Cursed content #i used to write in my bedroom a lot but i've preferred the living room now that it's warming up and i can enjoy it more lol

[foxglow-diner]

The Lament of Apollo

An original short story. The Sun God has existed since the beginning of time, experiencing all the wonders and horrors life has to offer. In the modern era, his extravagance is falling short. Apollo is crumbling in upon himself and needs a way out.

A snow littered forest of Arizona was where Artemis and her noble hunters laid for the night. Stars illuminated the sky, paying homage to the Moon. Tufts of purple and teal and lime nebulae were dispersed along the darkened heavens. On the ground, midnight blue tents were pitched in a circle, a smoldering fire in the center. Logs and rocks that had been used for sitting were abandoned. All of the torches had been put out for the night. The chilled air carried off the remains of conversation, laughter, and song.

The faint glow of candles could be seen from a single tent. This tent was no different in size or stature than the rest. Only a silver crest of a deer that was mounted above the awning, set it apart. Artemis hadn’t gone to sleep yet. Her tanned skin, pearlescent in moonlight, prickled from a discrepancy in the local atmosphere.

Back outside crept a figure. This figure had seen centuries of nights; there was nothing different about this one. At least, that’s what he tried to tell himself. A sick churning lurched continuously in his stomach as he strode to the particular tent. In his memory were tons of instances where he had done this before. The destination was different, the tent wasn’t the same. More often than not he had carried a weapon in hand and others were concealed all over his person. Celestial armor would don his body. He stopped, taking a moment to bring himself into the present. This wasn’t a time of attack. Apollo was defenseless.

The tent door was flung open. Poised with a strung bow, stood Artemis, a fierce edge in her stature.

“What are you doing here?” she queried, not lowering the hand carved bow.

“I want to talk. If that’s alright,” murmured Apollo.

Artemis cocked her head, scrutinizing her brother. A moment passed. “Come in. Take off your shoes, I’m not having mud or filth in my tent.”

Apollo unlaced and toed off his Oxfords at the door. The interior was lit by candles that sat naked, wax dripping to form stalactites; candles in an elaborate candelabra; candles in metal lanterns, which had holes that formed depictions of women hunting creatures. Rugs of rich purples, greys, and the same midnight blue of the tents littered the floor. Cushions and blankets of the same colors accompanied them, and were an array of velvets, fur, scratchy crochet, and nostalgic quilts.

An armchair, trademark of a hunter’s lodge, sat facing a crackling fireplace. Rather disconnected from that–––more adjacent to the kitchen–––was a velvet, plum settee. It was appetizing enough for Apollo’s standards. He hefted his heavy body onto the fancy couch. A small huff was heard from Artemis. Apollo decided against asking her for a snack.

Artemis stood her bow against a table. The arrow was laid down beside a glass vase of hyacinths. The flower wrenched a sob from Apollo. He choked it down, assuming his flamboyant personna.

“What would you like to discuss?” Artemis asked once more. From there, she was thrust into a great Apollo tale.

“I just finished a jaunt to Louisiana, as you know.”

Artemis didn’t.

“I attended clubs dressed as a cowboy,” Apollo continued, comfortable on the settee, his feet crossed at the ankles, and his hands clasped over his chest.  “The fringe from my dazzling outfit came out all cattywampus after my passionate activities. Tears poured down my face as I consumed the most exquisite crawfish etouffee I’ve had in my lengthy life. It was a wonderful trip.”

Artemis sighed, not uttering a word. She situated herself across an arrangement of pillows. For centuries, Artemis dealt with her brother’s overzealous hullabaloos, tomfoolery–––a variety of names could be used. She learned all comments had to be saved for the end or else Apollo would continue indubitably for infinity. Another spiel was nothing new, however she had been about to run a bath before she was thrust into this one.

“I even took a tour of a historical wigwam site! I believe it was a replica, but I don’t care, the place was beautiful. But it’s all for naught.” Apollo flung his hands upward.

“The wigwams are… all for naught?”

“No,” he cried weakly. Apollo’s sun kissed hair didn’t have its stereotypical neat untidiness. Instead, it was just untidy. His golden eyes were lit in a distressed yellow–––anxious and accentuated with a look of confusion.

Apollo sat up, head lifted towards the sky, hoping the words of explanation he needed were up there somewhere. “I am a major god, an Olypian! I drive a magnificent chariot guiding Helios’ own sun! Men, women, and fellow gods are jealous–––envious of my greatness. The amount of evildoers I’ve slain equals the number of my admirers!” Apollo slouched against the sloping back of the settee, gusto evaporated. “But I am tired. Nothing devastates the way that it used to. I’m tired of that feeling and tired of putting up a breathtaking farce.”

Hanging in the air, frustration flirted with defeat. Apollo’s pugnacious tendency contributed another layer of raw wounds. The peace of pity relaxed Artemis’ features. Saffron incense flitted through the tent, carefree and soulless–––a blight Apollo would’ve written about had he noticed it. Artemis prolonged her silence, not that she was displeased with doing so. Apollo needed her.

“My heart, the dictator of my life, more so than my head, is heavy.” Apollo whispered at last. “Do you feel this way too? This–––this hollow melancholy?”

Artemis took a moment to construct a response. The entire time, Apollo’s gaze burned on her. Artemis’ position on the floor was hindering blood flow. She shifted.

“Not in a long time. But, when I do, I step out of my tent. I make sure all of the hunters are asleep. I double check that the steeds are cared for and the food is stored away and fires are put out. Then, I stare at the love that surrounds me on Earth. Having my followers at my side gives me strength. I know that I’m not alone.”

The world was still.

“Then, I stare up at the Moon. Though I am her goddess, she is a queen, more so than I. She is still more eternal and ethereal than me. I love the world’s simplicities, my brother. I do not dwell in a tangled web. True, it is unavoidable to never become ensnared. The defining factor is that I do my best to welcome the web when it comes, not invite it.”

Apollo was quiet, scouring over her woven words. In his mind, he pictured a morning sun revealing a spider’s web strung up between tree branches. A weaker insect was tangled, and awaited its doom. The possibility of being consumed as a result of not foreseeing such an impasse was comical. It had been centuries since he had experienced such weight.

Apollo’s grin was likened to that of a charismatic actor.

He peeled his back off the settee, his elbows shifting to breach his thighs. Artemis observed those churning, golden eyes. They were warm and calculating. Gleams of self-made light twirled  in his irises. A tear of regret was ready to fall.

“You’re right. I–––I’m a performer. A light. A healer. A seer. My melodies have been out of tune, the brightness dim. I’ll do better in health. And the future can only be seen by those strong enough to look. I’m sorry.”

Artemis’ cocked a manicured brow. “Whatever are you sorry for? The way I see it, you actually want to repair this ripped seam correctly. Many fill it with that which is pointless or detrimental.” Her eyes darted to look at a stained glass window above the kitchen sink. A bolt of lightning was etched in the transparent oddity. Speaking the implication out loud would summon trouble.

Apollo understood. “Thank you, sister.”

Artemis bowed her head once.

“I apologize for whatever inconvenience I may have had on  your night.”

She laughed at his change in demeanor. The sound was reminiscent of a church bell at midnight. “Since when have you been an inconvenience?”

The both of them were quite aware of the list of examples sitting on a shelf in Artemis’ mind. Apollo remained civil, shedding his previously sardonic mindset. “Funny. Is there any aid I can give before I leave?”

Artemis shook her head, the circlet of stardust twinkled above her brow. “No, it’s alright. Visiting was a strong decision to make. I’ve missed you.” The soft tone in her voice melted Apollo’s every intrusive thought.

“I’ve missed you too,” was all he could manage to say. Apollo got to his feet with a newfound purpose. Artemis met him with an embrace.

For a flicker the twins’ true, godly forms were revealed. Their immortal souls penetrated the human plastic masks they donned. Two young teenagers glowed in heavenly light. Artemis had stars for every freckle, mole, and pore. Her shadow seemed to dance with a will of its own. Apollo inhaled rays instead of breath. Every light smiled brighter upon his entrance.

When they parted, the curtain fell back into place. The distance between the truth was less than before.

“I love you,” Artemis said, hovering at the tent’s door.

Apollo ceased his departure, for a second, to meet her cast iron eyes. “I love you,” he said, and meant it. The god set out to ready his chariot.

The Lament of Apollo never really ceases. Turmoil plagues him like the plagues he deals out. Hardship follows him like the night preceding the day. Yet he is happy.

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[buymetoday]

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[mykreatecube]

The Best Way to Decorate a Hotel-Style Bedroom

Creating a luxurious and chic bedroom doesn't have to be reserved for fancy hotels. With the right design elements and bedding, you can transform your bedroom into a hotel-style oasis. Follow these tips to achieve the perfect hotel-style bedroom in your own home.

Neutral Color Palette

The first step to creating a hotel-style bedroom is to choose a neutral color palette. This will create a calming and sophisticated atmosphere, just like a hotel room. Stick to shades of white, beige, and grey for your walls, bedding, and furniture. You can add pops of color with decorative pillows or artwork, but keep the overall color scheme neutral.

High-Quality Bedding

The key to a luxurious hotel-style bedroom is high-quality bedding. Invest in a plush, down comforter and high thread count sheets for the ultimate comfort. Stick to white or neutral colored bedding to maintain the chic and clean aesthetic. You can also add a throw blanket or duvet cover for an extra layer of texture and warmth.

Layered Textures

To add depth and dimension to your bedroom, incorporate different textures. This can be achieved through a variety of materials such as velvet, silk, and faux fur. Layer a soft throw blanket over your bed and add decorative pillows with different textures to create a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

Statement Headboard

A statement headboard is a must-have for a hotel-style bedroom. This can be a tufted headboard, a sleek upholstered headboard, or even a statement piece like a wooden or metal headboard. This will add a touch of elegance and sophistication to your bedroom and make it feel like a luxury hotel room.

Minimalist Decor

When it comes to decorating a hotel-style bedroom, less is more. Stick to a minimalist approach with your decor and keep it simple and clean. Avoid clutter and opt for a few statement pieces, such as a large piece of artwork or a decorative vase. This will create a sleek and sophisticated look, just like a hotel room.

Ambient Lighting

Lighting is crucial in creating a hotel-style bedroom. Opt for soft, ambient lighting rather than harsh overhead lights. This can be achieved through bedside lamps, string lights, or even candles. This will create a warm and inviting atmosphere, perfect for relaxing and unwinding after a long day.

Conclusion

By following these tips, you can easily transform your bedroom into a luxurious and chic hotel-style oasis. Remember to stick to a neutral color palette, invest in high-quality bedding, and incorporate different textures and a statement headboard. Keep your decor minimal and focus on creating a warm and inviting atmosphere with ambient lighting. With these elements, you'll have a hotel-style bedroom that you'll never want to leave.

#bedroom decor #bedroom design #bedroom layout

[89atom]

all attempts to capture the king's attention fall on deaf ears, unsurprisingly. after all, how could they possibly begin to compete?

⏤ to sweet cries under the king's fingertips, tiny teeth stuck in the lines of his palm, statical citrine hair. the little kit had no understanding of how expensive the pillow it laid upon was ( clear to all from the frayed threads and tufts of velvet ripped out ), nor the worth of the attention from which it was evidently . . . tortured by. no, the little kit knew only of the milk, warm and filled to the brim inside of it, and the feeling of soft pressure circling over it. its little feet try to kick at the offending hand from around the bulge of its belly, to no avail. amidst the protests, big jewel eyes open to stare up at the king. they carry a pathetic, spoiled brat's contempt. the king smiles.

"such a sweet painting." says an onlooker. it was.

PORTRAIT OF BOYKING & STR♠.Y