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only mine - sebastian sallow x f!reader

summary; " sebastian has been on the run for several years, hiding from the ministry of magic. his sole purpose is to find you again. he's obsessed and no one can stop him from having you again. no one. " he's finally found you, alone in the dark. pt.2: my love / pt.3: ominis , pt.3 sebastian

word count; 4.7k

warnings; 18+, explicit sexual content, dark themes, dubcon, porn with a plot, dark!sebastian, sub/dom dynamics, cheating/infidelity

note; this is based on dark!sebastian ai created by @seabass-swallows characters are obviously aged up, early 20s. Also this is my first time actually writing smut, so be kind

You were fifteen when you lost the love of your life. You were fifteen when he ran from the ministry. "A dark wizard, a fugitive, rewards for his capture" words you could never forget hearing. Words that were repeated in whispers by students, commands by aurors.

"You will tell us if you hear anything?"

"Of course, Sir." It was a lie. You would never give Sebastian up, even if you did know where he went. But you didn't. He was there one day and gone the next. No one knew where he'd disappeared to, not that the aurors believed you when you said as much. How could his lover not know where he went nor his best friend? They thought you and Ominis were lying.

They watched the both of you for months, the only two left that the Sallow boy trusted. His sister, Anne, had succumbed to her curse well before he ran. He had nothing and no one but two other fifteen year olds, two other children.

All of you only really had each other, but three had become two. And fifteen had become nineteen when Ominis took you to wife. You didn't love him, not like you loved Sebastian, but he was all you had. You had latched onto him for so many years, telling yourself you could love him. One day, possibly.

So you married him, always telling yourself the day would come. But nineteen turned to twenty, then twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three. And here you stood, loving him no more than you did at fifteen.

You watched as he sat anxiously, drumming his fingers against the hard wood surface of your dining table. The dark suit jacket discarded, his vest open, his shirt a few buttons loose as his other hand pulled free his tie.

"Do you find me incapable of defending myself?" You snapped at him. You were always snapping at him these days, his presence no longer a comfort but a nuisance. A cage you willingly walked into. A choice you wished you could take back.

"No," He sighed, standing as he pulled the vest and tie off, walking a few steps forward to hold your face in his warm grasp, "I just-"

"Worry." You push his hands away, turning your back to him . "Yes, I know. You worry. You've worried your whole life, and you'll never stop."

His arms wrapped around you from behind, his body strong and solid as he presses against yours. He brings his head down to rest at the crook of your neck, pressing soft chaste kisses. You lean back, resting your head against him. A comforting, relaxing gesture, not your comfort, but his.

"It's a dangerous world." He whispers the words into your skin. You give an involuntarily shudder in response. "It's just tea, Ominis. This is Feldcroft. Nothing is dangerous here."

He turns you to face him, his arms snaking around your waist. He looks down at you into your eyes, like he can see your soul, like he has a different kind of sight. You raise your arms to wrap around his neck, a move to ease him, to stop him from further examining. Lest he sees the lack of love, the falsity of your touches.

You press a kiss to his soft lips, "Just tea, husband, I'll be back before you know it." He nods, "Be safe, wife." A pause, "I love you."

You pull yourself free of his grasp, "I know Ominis, as do I." You grab your coat, hurrying out into the chill spring night before he could say anymore. You had never told him you loved him, never said the words outright. It would be a betrayal to Sebastian, to yourself, to Ominis.

You suppose he must know you don't love him, you hope he doesn't love you, hope he's lying every time the words pass his lips, you wish he'd stop saying them. You feel so guilty every time he does, guilty, as you only hum in response or reply with the words you conditioned yourself  to say.

Your thoughts and actions shame you constantly. He deserves better. You know he does, but you just cannot bring yourself to be the woman he deserves. So round and round you go, playing this game of pretend where you both lie to yourselves, to each other, pretend to be the good auror and his loving wife.

You could no longer even love him as a friend. You haven't been able to for years. You lost that comfort the first time he bedded you, the first time you felt him inside you, filling you with painful, unfamiliar sensations.

You waited till he slept that night to sneak away, to sit in the living room of your new home and sob yourself to sleep. He heard you, though he never told you, he woke as soon as you left the bed, trailing behind you silently. He sat in the hallway listening to your soft sobs for hours, listening until you could cry no more tears. He went back to your bed and never said a word about it. He woke you the next morning with a plate of hot steaming breakfast.

It got better, as good as it could be. The routine you fell into, what was painful became pleasure, you stopped crying after every encounter, started sleeping beside him instead of the couch. Spent your mornings beside him, kissed him before he left for work. Welcomed him home with open arms in the evenings.

Until you couldn't take it anymore, until every false kiss chipped away at your soul. Until you screwed your eyes shut, picturing Sebastian's face every time Ominis was inside you. Until you spent every waking moment fantasizing about running away, praying one day Ominis just wouldn't come home. But he always did, and you kept welcoming him. What choice did you have? You have nowhere to go, no family, and Ominis didn't deserve to come home to an empty house.

You don't know how long you walked. You just walked until your thoughts silenced themselves. You had lied to Ominis as you so often did. Not leaving for tea with a friend but just leaving to be away from him and that god forsaken house. You walked until your face felt numb, and the moon hid away, leaving you in pure darkness. You should go home, Ominis is definitely worried.

But the thought of laying beside him again made you want to claw at your skin. Hands grabbed you, pushing you up against the nearest wall, their grip on your shoulders firm but not painful. They say a persons response to danger is fight of flight, but you just stand there frozen in fear. "Please don't hurt me." Your voice is barely above a whisper.

"Oh, how I've missed you. I would never hurt you." The voice coos at you, deep and husky. The hands sliding off your shoulders to trail down your arms. You recognized the voice, though the years had altered it, you could never forget it.

"Sebastian." You gasp

"Yes, my love." He pulls out his wand, casting a spell that only dimly illuminates the dark expanse around you.

He looks like a different man, a hardened criminal, but you can still see the traces of the boy you knew underneath. His baby fat has melted away, leaving only muscle in its wake. He had grown several more inches, towering over you now. A dark shadow of a beard begging to grow clings to his jaw, his hair is longer and shaggy. Most notably, a scar runs in intricate swirls from just below his left eye, across his cheek, and midway down his neck. Only dark magic could scar a person as such.

"Get off of me." You attempt to pull your arms from his grasp, but he holds tight. "Have you not missed me, y/n? There is no need to be so hostile." He leans in, his warm breath fanning your face, it smells of cinnamon toast, sweet, just like when you were children.

"Do not touch me." You are afraid, afraid of this stranger, this man before you is not your Sebastian.

"I have spent years waiting to touch you again. You're mine, mine to touch how and when I see fit. Do you truly expect me to let go?" His voice holds no malice. He speaks as if these are mere facts.

"I am a married woman. Get off of me." You continue to struggle, to no avail. Sebastian pauses, pulling away slightly but not releasing you.

"Married?" The word sounds venomous coming from him, "To whom?"

"Ominis." A look of pure disbelief washes over Sebastians face. "You..." His tone is accusatory. He takes a few steps away from you, letting his hands fall to his side, "You ... married ... Ominis."

You shrink back in fear. A soft, quiet anger far more terrifying than a fiery rage. "How could- why?" You can see the way his hands slightly tremble as they ball into fists.

You contemplate saying nothing. Imagining your response may only make this worse, but after a beat of silence, you decide to speak anyway. "He was all I had." You confess, still silence, so you continue.

"After you ran, after your actions came to light and aurors spent months at the school waiting for you. We became pariahs. Me more than Ominis. People whispered about me, about you, about me loving you, knowing what you did, lying about where you were."

"He stayed by my side through it all, the only one I had, have still. After we finished school we were wed. All these years, and he's the only one that shared my loss, understood it, understood me." A means to your end, your salvation. Ominis always puts you first. You don't think he'll ever stop.

"This isn't real." Sebastian is muttering to himself, shaking his head, looking to the ground instead of you. You should run. It might be your only chance, but your legs refuse to obey you, staying glued to the spot, pressed against the old stone wall. "You said you loved me!"

"I did!" You raise your voice in response, hurt, anger, betrayal, old long buried emotions bubbling back to the surface. "I did love you, I wanted to be your wife, I wanted to spend forever with you. But you ran, you left me all alone, Sebastian." Tears are streaming down your face, "I would have gone to the ends of the earth for you but you left me."

You close your eyes, taking a shuddering breath. Ominis, you need to get back to your husband. Ominis, you repeat his name like a prayer, willing him to appear, to save you, to take you home. Ominis, your poor sweet husband. But he doesn't appear. You have no savior. Only the fugitive standing before you.

"Tell me something." His voice is soft, like he's speaking to a frightened animal. "Have you had his children?"

"No, of course not." The words leave your mouth without a thought to how they might sound, what they might imply. Sebastian only sighs in relief. 

"I don't understand," He brings his hand up to caress your cheek, brushing away the tear streaks with the pad of his thumb. "How could you have moved on. What... what we had ... it was special." You look up into his eyes, and for a moment, a split second, he was your sebastian. Your sweet, sad Sebastian.

"Tell me you don't love him," he whispers, only inches from your face now, "Tell me y/n. You cannot possibly love him like you love me."

"I do, Sebastian. I love him. He's my husband."

"He's nothing." Sebastian is gripping your face in one rough hand, so hard you worry it might bruise. He's gone. This is not a man you know, this is a stranger. A stranger that frightens you, a stranger that's hurting you. "You belong to me. Our connection is special."

"Please stop." Your tears beg to fall once more.

"Tell me you still love me."

"I love Ominis." A lie, though in this moment you wish it were true. You wish you had stayed home, crawled into bed with him. Felt his cool fingers brush along your skin, felt his warm mouth press kisses into your most sensitive parts. Let him find his release with your body, use you until you fell asleep in the safety of his arms.

"You still love me, I know it." He lips brush the shell of your ear as he speaks. You shut your eyes again, trying to picture your home, safe. But the smell of Sebastian settles on your senses, he smells the same as he did so long ago. "I do not love you." Is that a lie, you aren't certain. "You... you are terrifying me." That at least was true.

His hand finally leaves your face, coming to rest at your elbow as his thumb rubs soothing circles, "Oh but you do. You can't escape me."

"Kiss me my love, like you did all those years ago. All I ask is one, grant it and I'll allow you to run back to your husband."

You look at him, searching his gaze with your own. "Promise?" Your voice trembles , Sebastian nods in response.

You take a steadying breath, pressing both hands against his chest. You push him back both of you moving a few steps, just enough for you to stop feeling trapped, just enough to feel the cool night breeze.

You look up at him as he brings his hands to rest at your waist. This is your sebastian, your sebastian, you tell yourself this over and over trying to banish your fear. You raise to the tips of your toes, bringing your hands up to wound themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck.

You ghost your lips over his, feeling as his breath hitches, allowing him to pull you into his chest before your lips meet. It's soft, a kiss of longing, a kiss of lost children. Then it's deepening, passionate and he pulls away before you're ready. He pulls away and you chase after him, one hand at the crook of his neck and the other buried in his hair. You pull his lower lip between your teeth, dragging his mouth back to yours. Only pulling away when you need to breathe.

You let you head fall against his chest, let yourself breathe in his scent as he runs soft fingers through your hair, both of you breathing heavily. Only a second passes before you regain your senses, before you remember the husband waiting for you. You pull back quickly, "I-" guilt and shame course through you.

Ominis deserves better, a better woman, a woman that loves him. It's been eight years, eight years since sebastian left you, eight years you have used Ominis as a means to your ends. And never have you felt such desire for him as you feel now in this dark alley with a man you no longer know.

"This is wrong." Your words are barely audible, when you get no response you take the opportunity to run or try to run. Because Sebastian has his arms around your waist, catching you before you could even make it five feet.

"Why are you here?" You cry. But he only holds you in place as you kick, claw, and try to bite your way out of his grasp, to no avail. "You said I could go back to my husband, you said one kiss."

Sebastian chuckles darkly, "I lied." Then he's dragging you away, three feet, four, six, ten. It's dark, and you can't see, but quickly, he's shoving you through a door. You land on your hands and knees as he releases you. You scramble away, still on the floor just trying to put distance between you and him. Sebastian only laughs, walking over to the fading fire place, he tosses in a log before taking a seat on the sofa.

He splays out, legs falling open, one bent for him to rest a hand on and the other straight ahead , his left arm thrown over the top of the sofa. His black button down shirt is loose at the top, opening just enough to expose a glimpse of his collar bones. His dark trousers strained at his thighs, where his right hand thrummed mindlessly.

You eye him wearily, waiting for his next move. "Are you my pet now, love? On the floor, at my feet?" You say nothing. He only bothers to glance at you, so sure you won't try and run again. Or maybe just that he knows he can catch you if you do. "Are you waiting for my instructions, pet?"

"Come sit with me." He continues to watch the crackling fire and you continue to stare at him. "You once called this place your second home. Do you hate it now?" You didn't look, didn't notice but now you do. You take in the room around you, the home he dragged you into. His home, Anne's home ... Solomon's home.

Sebastian huffs, loosing patience with you. "Join me, y/n. I will not ask again." He leans forward his elbows at his knees as he watches you. "I do not care if you must crawl over here, do it or I will drag you here myself."

Ominis, Ominis, Ominis you wish he could sense you call out for him. That he would save you from this madness as he did so many years ago. But this house has sat abandoned for eight years, Ominis hasn't step foot in here for eight years.

So you take your only option, standing slowly dusting yourself off in the process, trying to muster some false dignity. You walk over sitting as close to the edge as you can manage, attempting to put as much space between you as possible. But Sebastian is much larger than you remember and seated in the middle you could sit no where without feeling his leg press against yours.

"I've know since the moment I first laid eyes on you, we were destined to be together." You watch him but his gaze reminds fixed on the fire, now back in his comfortable position.

"I belong with Ominis." Sebastian gives an exasperated sigh, tossing his head back to rest on the sofa, though he's tilted just enough to meet your stare. "I know you want me, just as I want you. You may fool yourself into thinking you're happy with Ominis, but I know." 

You aren't happy with Ominis though, you know that. You know you've never been happy with Ominis. That's why you left tonight, isn't it. Your thoughts are a jumbled mess, incomprehensible.

Sebastian grabs you, pulling you into his lap with ease. You don't fight back this time, why have you been fighting this, trying so hard to get back to Ominis. Isn't this exactly what you've been dreaming of for years, fantasizing about every day. Sebastian let's out a satisfied hum as you settle into his lap, one hand resting on your knees the other holding your hips in place.

"I told you, I could feel it. The love you still bare me." His lips are at you neck pressing open mouth kisses to the exposed skin. "I know how badly you craved me, my love. I craved you just the same." He pulls your coat off. "How I missed you."

You're like a statue, not fighting but giving in just yet. Sebastian continues his assault none the less. Nimble finger undoing your blouse as his teeth nip at any exposed skin he can find. You don't attempt to stop him as he tears chemise straight down the middle, leaving you exposed to him.

His gasp is soft, his tone loving, "You're more beautiful than I could have ever imagined." He's tearing the ripped material free from your body. Moving out from beneath, he sits you on the sofa and kneels before you. "I hate that he had you first, touched you, tasted what's mine."

He ghosts his fingers over chest, his thumb coming to brush over a pert nipple. You shudder, "I am not yours, I-I..." You catch his hand in yours, pulling it away from your breasts, holding the one in both of yours.

"You're not Ominis'." No, he's right. You stare at his hand, your thumb stroking over his knuckles. "Tell me you don't want this, want me." He's not asking, he already knows your anwser.

He pushes your skirt up so it rests just below your hips, pulling you in with a rough hand at the nape of your neck and the other gripping you waist. His lips are against yours, angling you to deepen the kiss. You open your mouth slightly, allowing him to intertwine his tounge with yours. The soft moan that emits from you is involuntarily, a sound that only urges Sebastian on.

He pulls you into a standing position, his mouth never leaving yours. You let your hand travel the expanse of his clothed back, contured with muscles he didn't have before. "Take this off." He hooks a finger in the waistband of your skirt, letting it snap back against your skin.

He takes a seat, watching you with hungry eyes as you follow his command. You stand before him, exposed as you have only ever been exposed to Ominis. "So fucking beautiful." His words are nearly a growl.

"Tell me where you belong?" You pause at his words, there is no going back now. "With you. I...I always belonged with you." He hums, satisfied with your anwser, "Be a good girl and kneel."

Your knees hit the rug beneath you with a soft thud, you steady yourself with a hand on Sebastians knee. Your heart hammering away in your chest with anticipation of his next command.

"Tell me you still love me." His voice is low and husky.

"I still love you, I never stopped." A shameful confession for a married woman, but you didn't feel that. All you could think about was how hot your skin felt, flushed and begging to be touch.

He leans in, letting his breath fan your face. He's looking at you like a beast ready to devour its prey. "I told you, you belong to me. No man will ever compare."

"I belong to you." You whisper back, you mean it. You've been his since the moment you met. And all you want in this moment is him, every part, to show him how much you missed him.

"Prove it..." he says quietly, his gaze dark, "I expect you to treat me like a God. I am your God." He chuckles softly, "Aren't I, pet." He brushes his thumb over your cheek, a falsely sweet gesture. When you don't respond quickly his hand drops to your breast, harshly twisting an erect nipple. "I said, aren't I, pet."

"Yes, yes." You yelp, "You're my God." You should be ashamed, kneeling before him, groveling like this. But it's so different from what you're used to Ominis touches are soft, gentle, with your pleasure at the forefront of his mind. This, Sebastian, makes fire burn inside you, sending waves of shock to your core.

"Show me how much you worship me." He releases his rough hold on you, leaning back expectantly. You crawl your way onto his lap, breathe hitching as your exposed core makes contact with his clothed bulge.

He watches you with half lidded eyes, you make quick work of unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, even popping a few of them in your haste, causing Sebastian to let out a breathy chuckle. You feel like a woman gone mad, more beast then witch. Your body aching to be touched, bitten, marked, filled by him. You need it like you've never known need before.

He shrugs the loose shirt the rest of the way off, displaying this pale freckled chest. If there is a heaven, this is it. From his skin flushed a pale pink to the trail of soft hair leading down into his trousers.

You kiss every part of him you can reach, sucking angry red splotches into his skin, teeth sinking in at some parts like he's the last meal you'll ever eat. His chest is falling and rising in rapid breaths as he fights to maintain his composure. 

"You're so wet. I can feel it soaking through. Is that all for me, pet?" His voice is low and rough, the words forcing their way pasted gritted teeth. You said nothing, only rocked your hips against his, your mouth still marking his abused skin. The moan he let's out is sinful.

"I can't." You don't have time to wonder what he means before he's flipped you onto your back. "Sebastian, my love." He's between your legs, already licking a strip up your aching core. He hums his approval, "Even sweeter than I imagined."

You buck your hips, chasing after his mouth. "Tell me what you want, pet?"

"You" is the only word you can muster.

"Big girl words. Details. Did you fantasize about me when you fucked our friend, fucked your husband?"

You whine, feeling pathetic, fully at his mercy. "Every night I was in his bed, I pictured you. Your mouth Sebastian, your hands, your cock inside me. It's the only way I can finish." You're panting, he so close to where you want him, where you need him, his breath alone sends waves of pleasure that leave you shivering.

Then he's delving in like a man starved, lapping at your core like it's his last meal. Pleasure racks your body with intensity you've never experienced, you can do nothing but cry out and tangle your fingers in his mess of brown curls.

You see white before you feel it, the coil snapping deep in you. Your body tensing as he draws out your orgasm with a skilled tongue before you drop, heavy and unable to move. But he isn't finished, he's waited far to long for him to be done now. His pants are on the floor, discarded with a kick. His cock springs free, lightly slapping against his stomach. Angry red tip already leaking.

You can only look at him, too weak to move Yourself. So he moves you around himself, picking you up like a loose limbed doll, his to do with as he pleases. Laying you gently on the rug, legs hiked up around his waist. He leans in pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before finally sliding into your wet, willing hole.

The sound he let's out is animalistic, almost a snarl. "Fuck y/n. I dreamed of this. You," his hips are snapping against yours in a rough motion, "you were made for me. Taking me so well, pet."

He finds his rhythm with a bruising grip on your hips holding you in the air, a string of curses and incoherent pleas tumble out of your mouth. "Fuck fuck fuck, seb, my, please, fuck seb."

"My pretty girl."

He wraps an arm around your back to keep you in place, bringing his other hand to rub quick circles into your swollen clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, body tensing as another orgasm tears its way through you.

Sebastians hips stutter as you clench around him, shooting hot thick spurts into you. "I'm gonna put a baby in you, love." He's rolling his hips against yours, drawing out both your pleasure. When he finally stops you both collapse, too tired, too drained to do anything but lay in his arms and listen to his heart beat.

"I should have taken you with me. I promise I'll never leave you again." You should have told him no, you still have a husband to go back to but you only hummed. Letting yourself fall into a fitful sleep with the sound of Sebastian's heart beat and his fingers running through your hair.

[yearningaces]

Good question!

It takes weeks.

Buying the old mansion was worth the sheer amount of time you were spending fixing and cleaning and repairing and arranging- all by yourself!

Sage -your partner- kept to their own, occasionally moving from the room you were working in so they could keep writing in peace. Their book -a romance no less- was important to them, and that was fine.

You could take care of your new home anyways.

In a way it was a sort of prideful thing. After a life of never having anything that was yours, for you, not leftovers to be thrown away, scraps, hand-me-downs, or whatever had been forced into your hands? You were ecstatic with this home.

It showed as you worked as well. Cleaning baseboards, and beautiful dark varnish wooden designs, from the archways to the stairs to the banister.

The realtor said this place was hand made hundreds of years ago, and what a piece of art it was. And you often said so.

When cleaning the cabinets, you found small yet intricate carvings in the wood, resembling vines and flowers in the corners of the cabinet doors, you'd gushed about it for the rest of the day.

When you'd cleaned out the soot covered fireplace, cleaning the old equipment, and placing it all back- you noticed how the metal shines beautifully and how the stonework was so delicately placed to form the spherical shapes, even the wooden mantle was crafted with care.

This house was a labor of love, and it was yours to love now.

So you did- And the house noticed.

The first few days were tentatively silent other than the music you'd turn on while cleaning, or the typing of Sage's keyboard.

After the first week, you realized something, you never had to open a door. If you needed to leave a room it would just be open. If you wanted to be in a room the door was closed before you could turn around. No creaking joints, no slam, no gust of wind. It simply was.

It was unnerving at first, but the best way to not be afraid was to act like you weren't and keep going. So you'd pass through the opened doors with a pat to the solid wooden doorframe. Sometimes saying a quiet 'thanks' whenever going into a room, knowing the door would be closed when you turned.

It never happened around Sage. And if you brought it up you might freak them out, so you kept quiet. No need to disturb the peace you've found and they've tentatively agreed on.

Then it was your chair.

Well- that is to say the chair that was left in the house that you claimed as your own.

In that office you'd found, halfway hidden through the library, there was a velvety chair, plush, dark red, old, and so sturdy it was a chair built to last. After cleaning it, it was a wonderful sitting spot when you were tired.

The issue was, the chair might be haunted?

You didn't know exactly, it wasn't being rude, it was just... There.

In the office, in front of the fireplace when you were tired. You'd set a drink on the side table, maybe open one of the many old books you'd found in the house and read. Maybe even nap.

Except now, it followed you.

Not visibly, of course. But if you showed signs of exaustion, especially when cleaning the lovely house of yours, you'd take a step back, your legs bumping into something behind that throws you off balance and you land in the chair. The large, heavy one that would need two people to move.

The first time, it understandably freaked you out, you jumped out of it, turned, and it was gone again. In the office.

Next time you never took your hand off it as you got up, to turn and see it still there. Until you looked away with your hand off of it, and the chair was gone again.

So you accepted you had a chair that would just appear when you were tired.

Then... More began happening.

Lights would turn on and off for you, in any room, even if you don't say it, as soon as you reach for the switch, it would do it itself.

Dishes would arrange themselves at your table, setting the entire dining room table when it was just you and Sage living there.

The old record player you found would start playing a new record if you were in the room, especially if you were working on anything.

If you were making a meal for yourself, the chair at the head of the table would be pulled out by the time you made it to the table.

It only happened when you were alone.

As if the very house tried to avoid interaction with anyone except for you.

You wonder how long it would stay this way... and what more would happen once the house grew more comfortable.

[samisonehotman]

𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 — 11:07PM

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sam Golbach / Reader

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Left Behind / You hurt yourself in a family fun center and think the boys have left you behind

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Fluff / SFW

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: 30 Day Masterlist

You had the heebie-jeebies. Never once did you think a family fun center could eventually run down into nightmare fuel. The amount of debris you had to step over was astounding. "How did most of this not burn up?" You voice, silent in awareness of the echo speaking would bring. "I don't even know..." Sam gasps, pinpointing his flashlight on what looked to be remnants of the carpet at his feet. "There's so much to check out." Colby says, already looking towards the stairs for the second floor.

Just as Colby starts heading in that direction, he turns, "We need to split up though, we can't be here more than an hour." Your head rolls back and onto your shoulder, realizing he's got a good point. "I'll go upstairs if y'all want to stay down here." You offer, making a face at the one 4Colby gives at the suggestion of taking his floor. Sam nods, making the agreement for Colby too as he pulls the brunette further into the building. "Be safe!" You half yell, half whisper after them.

The stairs are rickety and unstable, wood rotting away under carpet long void of color. You don't make it to the top for a solid minute maybe, so worried about falling through. It was very freeing to explore without toting around a camera, as this trip was just to get back into the swing of things. The boys hadn't touched abandoned locations in a hot minute, but recently had been pressured just enough to consider checking out one or two places. You were a little disappointed at what you saw upstairs, slowly discovering a whole lot of nothin'. The upstairs floor seemed to just be a dining area, nearly empty except for some bench tables in shambles. Flashlight dancing around, you found not much else than lewd graffiti and names on the wall.

You went to turn, stopped halfway at a frigid cold feel at your face. Shivers wracked your body, ran up and down your spine, but it was simply played off as a cold draft. But then there was the faint outline on the wall, and with some movement of your light you were able to debunk it not being your own shadow. You whipped around, seeing nothing between you or the far wall. Momentarily distracted by the hushed chatter of your friends downstairs, you forget to watch your step and walk forward without even bothering to look down. Your foot shoves against metal with an alarming clang, leaving you flat on your belly in the dust. "Motherfucker!" You hiss, hands braced on the floor at your side to hoist your body up. Everything downstairs stops, eerie silence. Once on your feet, you call out, "Sam?"

No answer. Maybe the boys assumed the noise was from outside. You try to step, immediately collapsing at the intense pain in your apparently injured right foot. Did you really kick the scrap metal that hard? Your flashlight glances over your foot and you gasp, blood running cold; blood oozes from your shoe, but you can't seem to tell what was bleeding and why. "Sam?" You call out again, voice trembling. The pain was starting to settle and you were freaking out at the sudden feeling of loneliness. "Colby?" You cry, louder than you should while doing something illegal.

Eventually you start to cry. Left behind in this dingy, stupid run down arcade. Bleeding profusely enough to leave a little wooziness in your head, unable to walk down stairs yourself and get to a hospital. You sob, a pitiful little hiccup following. Next to the pain sat anger, towards the people you thought were best friends leaving you, towards yourself for crying like this. Just because you were left behind.

You grab your flashlight, rolled over a foot from you. There was some way to get out, alone. Aha! You were next to the railing, able to pull yourself up with it as support. Going downstairs was a challenge, hopping one step at a time and leaving your injury up. The blood trail you left only added to the creepiness of this stupid place. "Are you okay?" Sam gasps, bolting to you from his spot at a counter near the door. You shove him away the moment he's in reach, nearly falling in the process, "Don't fucking touch me after you left me behind."

"We were in the bowling alley, what are you talking about?" Colby says, picking his way through the rubble towards you. Tears well up again, instead out of guilt for being so angry when they never left you behind. "What happened?" Sam asks, persistent, offering his body support. You fall into his arms, oh so cliche, and wince. "I, I don't know. There's blood. A lot. I'm dizzy." You whine, unwillingly resting most of your weight onto the blonde. Colby helps him carry you out, to the car hidden in the darkest corner of the parking lot. You're sat in the back seat, awkwardly sitting sideways with your bleeding foot up on the seat. Instead of sliding in to the seat in front of you, Sam hurries into the backseat opposite you and oh so gently lifts your partially mangled shoe to sit in his lap. "Oh, my god. You're losing a lot of blood. Oh my god." Sam gasps, voice trembling.

"There's an ER somewhere around here, I remember passing it on the way in." Colby says, peeling out of the parking lot the moment he starts his car. "I'm gonna get blood on your seats," you cry, promising yourself you'd pay for a interior detailing. Sam shushes you, patting your knee in an attempt to console you. Dizzy and panicked, you just can't stop sobbing. You're barely aware of the car lurching to a stop at some point; or being pulled out of the car; or suddenly being set on a hospital bed. When did you wait in the office? Or check in?

Your head throbs and the light makes your eyes ache, having to squint when you watch a team of doctors usher the boys out. "What happened?" A nurse asks, helping you sit up and intake some water. "Uh," you slur, "talk to th' blonde. Or the uh, um, emo?"

She looks frantic, turning away just as you're slipping into a peaceful, silent darkness. When you wake, it feels like just a couple seconds. So you expect to see medical staff tending to your wound, but instead you're met with a nearly empty room. Nearly; Sam sits at the window on the bench, looking so incredibly bored on his phone. The sky behind him is blooming in warm colors, signaling sunset. "Hey..." You rasp, coughing at the stab in your throat. Sam looks startled at your voice, tossing his phone onto the couch as he rises. "I was only out a couple hours?" You ask, knowing that it was somewhere around 2 in the morning at the arcade.

Sam frowns and crouches next to you, reaching a hand up to stroke the hair from your eyes, "no. The sun's going down, you were out all day." With him this close, you realize how tired he looks, the water building at his lash line. "What happened?" You ask, having heard that sentence a dozen times already in the last 24 hours. "You ended up kicking into a spike that was still attached to some metal. Y'know those thick nails they use to keep big stuff in the ground?" Sam tries to explain in a way your mind can comprehend right now. "Yeah... I didn't feel that though. It just felt like I stubbed my toe?" You counter. "No, you fractured your foot though."

You turn, looking up at the IV leading into your arm. "Am I gonna be okay...?" You fear the answer. "You're gonna be fine." Sam promises, standing and placing a kiss to your forehead. For the third time, you cry. "Will you get into bed with me?" You ask, voice petulant like a child. Sam doesn't answer, instead squeezes into the uncomfortable hospital bed with you. Without request, he pulls you to him, letting you turn over and rest your head on his shoulder. "I thought you and Colby left." You confess, feeling the dribbles roll down your cheeks. "No, we were just in the back and didn't hear you. I still feel so bad I wasn't paying attention." The blonde whispers, comforting hand drawing nonsensical patterns into your back, "I should have checked on you."

"Where is Colby?" You want to feel hurt your other best friend wasn't here, but know you can't expect so much of him. "Downstairs getting food. He stayed with me all day." Sam says, and you smile because they both stayed. You suddenly remember dripping blood everywhere, "I owe you a new pair of pants and Colby detailing for his car."

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Dirty Filthy Things 2

Jake kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, light impact play, anal play, somewhat public, anal toys, anal sex, etc. porn without out plot…ask if I care ❤️

When Jake presents you with a beautiful box, adorned with dried flowers, in lieu of the traditional bow, you’re expecting a gift, of course…

A bracelet, perhaps. Maybe a mixtape; he’s fond of creating those for you just to watch you tear up when you listen to them on the vintage record/cassette tape player he had refurbished. A keychain from a place he’s been and would now like to take you to visit. A rock he found and knew you’d love.

He presents lovely offerings. Usually unique, and unexpected, so you’re used to never knowing what you’re going to find beneath the wrapping paper. But this one? This one you hadn’t seen coming…

Lid lifted, you find a solid, clear, glass plug nestled and waiting amongst tissue paper. It’s solid when you close your fingers around it, but light enough that you could wear it comfortably…you think.

He’s watching you with an amused glint in his eye. It’s nearly childlike, the way you’re inspecting it with such surprise, and a hint of trepidation.

His voice, when it comes, is quiet…betraying how much simply watching you hold it has turned him on “Do you like it?”

“Would you like a truthful answer?” You ask, running a finger over the smooth glass.

“Always.” He nods, looping a lock of your hair around his finger idly.

“I like it very much. It’s pretty…is that weird to say?” He laughs, just a breath of a sound. “But I’m also a little afraid of it.”

“How afraid?” He’s about to weigh whatever you say heavily, you can feel it. He won’t stand for you walking into something you aren’t comfortable with just to please him.

Out of the box it comes again, with you rolling it back and forth in your palm. “Just afraid enough to make me want it even more. Will it hurt?”

He plucks it out of your hand gently and sits it aside before turning back to you, thumb and fingers clasping your chin delicately. “No, princess,” he promises, lips so close to yours his breath warms them. “It won’t hurt.”

When his tongue slips out to taste your kiss, you allow it and then turn around, suddenly impatient. Down go your panties, just low enough to give him the room he needs, and then up goes the old t shirt you’d been padding around the house in.

“What are you doing, baby?” He teases, with a sinful smile in his tone.

“Put it in.” Your request is a shaky whisper as you drop down against the cool wood of the dining room table, eagerly offering yourself up in delectable sacrifice.

“Is someone attempting to run the show?” His wrinkled, linen pants are pressed against the round swell of your ass now, just to let you feel how hard he is for you.

“No.” You arch back into him, needing more.

“No, you aren’t, are you?” His thumb has found its way into your mouth from behind. “Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you? My very best little princess who knows much, much better…”

“Mhmm…” you hum around him, sucking away as he presses his thumbprint into the flat of your tongue.

He fucks you there, bent over the table, with that very thumb slipped inside your ass, moving at a slow, half-maddening, clip that matches the drag of his cock…

But your new accessory lies ignored.

Days later, with you dolled up pretty for him in his favorite dress and a pair of heels he enjoys listening to the click of when you walk, he kisses your forehead while you toy with the ancient coin that swings about against his chest.

“You look good enough to eat.” He has chosen his words purposely, you know, to make you imagine him doing just that.

Stealing his heart away with a charmingly adorable blush, you adjust the collar of his blazer. “So do you, pretty boy.”

“M’not pretty.” He lands a light swat against your thigh. “Ruggedly handsome, yes. Intimidatingly good looking? Absolutely. Pretty?” He waits a beat and then nods. “Yes, that too, I suppose. You’re right.”

“And modest to boot.” You finger comb at his tangles, not thinking much of it when his hand slips into his pocket, until the plug is presented - an offering held up with a cocked, questioning, eyebrow.

“Tonight?” You shiver at the very thought, and he notices, because of course he does.

“Oh,” there’s that grin again. “Someone’s excited. Have you been waiting?”

“What a patient girl.” He praises when you nod up at him with doe eyes, fingers curled around his lapels.

It slips inside, slick from his gorgeous mouth, and leaves you deliciously full. A devious little secret tucked away inside you, warm and indecent. It sets your nerve endings blazing and your cunt throbbing.

When he slides your panties down around your ankles and helps you to step out of them, you’re sure you’ll soak through your dress at the restaurant. But, for some reason you’d almost welcome the stinging humiliation of weaving your way through tables with the evidence of what he’s done to you on display for all to see.

Let them stare. Let them talk. Let the women seethe with jealousy…they should. Let them want what’s yours, you don’t mind. The prize is taking you home tonight.

He fucks you that night, too. Spinning and tugging away at the plug as you whine into the pillow beneath you and beg for his cock there instead.

“Not yet, princess.” He soothes so softly after each whimper and plea. “Not yet.” His words are laced with calm and care, but you hear it there too…the wanton satisfaction that comes with listening to you beg for his cock in such a forbidden place.

He’s carried you so far, shown you so many darkened corners of yourself that you never knew existed, and he’s always anxious to guide you deeper…but all in good time, lest he frighten you away from yourself.

The very next night, you, with your soaked and fluttering cunt wrapped snug around the base of his cock, and he, stretched out beneath you, hair a tousled halo spilled out around the sheets, he holds you down firmly in his lap.

“Let me move…” you pout, nails digging dull nips of pain that he relishes, into his chest. “Let me…” you squirm in his grip. “Let me fuck you…I need, fuck, please…”

“You need what?” He tilts his head in feigned confusion. “Tell me what my sweet, sweet princess needs.”

“Need to cum…” tears are gathering in the corners of your eyes, spilling down your cheeks when you attempt to blink them away.

They blur your vision, setting everything in a dreamlike haze as you watch him lick his fingers and reach behind you.

“How about if I slide my cock out of this pretty little pussy that’s hugging and squeezing me like such a sweetheart, and slip it in right here, instead?”

He punctuates himself by nudging the tip of his finger inside, reveling in the way your eyes widen in lustful surprise.

“Fuck…” the obscenity drags out of you, soft and slow, as you try to back up into his touch.

“Yeah?” In a bit deeper he pushes.

“Yeah…” you nod urgently. Who knew you could need it this badly?

“Ask real nice, angel…” he can’t resist taunting you. Loves to coax you along, to leave you desperate and writhing for whatever he’s willing to give. “Tell me where my dirty, filthy thing wants my cock. C’mon baby, be good and tell me.”

“You know where I want it.” You pound your fist once, and then twice against his chest…a muted, bratty tantrum.

“In your mouth?” He raises his hips when you shake your head no, grinding the tip of his dick against your cervix. “Here? In your perfect cunt? Is that where you want me?”

Rocking against his touch as it sinks in a little deeper, you fix him with a babydoll-gaze he can’t deny.

“Someone isn’t fighting fair,” his free hand strokes into your hair. “That’s okay, I know what you want, and I know where you want it. You feel that?”

He begins a rhythmic push and pull that should feel wrong, but feels more right than anything ever has.

“Yes,” your head falls back, lips parted.

On and on he goes, watching you with love and fascination blazing in his eyes, though you’re too far gone to notice. But, just as you’re clawing your way to the edge, he stops…easing his fingers out as your slick walls pulse and coil around his twitching length.

“Roll over, princess,” he rasps, clearly struggling to cling to some semblance of composure, “On your knees, alright?”

You do as he says, because of course you do, you would stand outside the gates of hell and insult the devil for Jake’s amusement should he decide to drag you to hell.

You can feel him behind you…the weight of his presence, his warmth, his love -

And then you can feel him…his palms, gingerly babying your skin, his lips meandering a trail over the small of your back as he breathes you in. “Need you to relax for me, princess. Can you do that? Can you relax and breathe? So it doesn’t hurt? You gotta help me take care of you.”

You nod without hesitation, assuring him.

More kisses and laps of his silken tongue pepper your back, whispered words melting against you, bruises suckled along your spine, fingers dancing a slow waltz where you never thought you’d want them.

“Please…” you finally whine, no longer able to stand it.

“There it is.” He lifts away from you and your skin instantly craves his lips, misses them, longs for them. How you wish you could feel him everywhere, all over you, all at once.

You’re buzzing with excitement, and a touch of uncertainty…and hyper-alert, but you still somehow manage to miss him fumbling around in the bedside drawer. The cap snapping open on a bottle of lube escapes you as well, but the vibrator that is suddenly humming against you pulls you out of the clouds.

A shaky moan causes his eyes to roll back in his head, though you can’t see it. “You keep it right there, princess…make that pretty clit feel nice. Deep breaths, yeah?”

A pitiful whimper of his name is all you can call forth, but that does just fine for him.

“You remember what you say if you want to stop, babe?” There are his palms again, petting over the dimples in your lower back.

Assuring him that you do sets him in motion, and you’re met with his pillowy head drawing slick circles over you. “You clench up every time I move,” he breathes. “It’s cute. You’re so fucking gorgeous everywhere. You shouldn’t be this pretty here.”

Blushing furiously over his praise, you swirl the vibrator around, chasing down the pleasure to run from the delicious shame of it all “Stop saying things like that.”

They should sound wrong ringing in your ears, those words of his…they don’t, but they should.

“Why should I stop?” He nudges against you, but with barely there pressure. “My girl is perfect…my beautiful princess. And her ass is as pink as her cunt, and I can’t believe she’s going to let me put my cock inside her, and I’m gonna fucking tell her all about it.”

Turning to hide in the pillow, your admonishment is muffled. “Jake, shh…”

For once, he listens and moves on. “Breathe, baby…remember? You just relax and breathe.”

He can feel you soften beneath him, but he checks in anyway. “You still good, baby? Because I’d be just as happy to fuck you like I always do. Just wanna be inside you.”

“No…” your fingers dart back and are stuffed into your pussy in a blink, simultaneously giving you something to clench around and barring his entrance. “Give it to me, please. Please, Jake…please.”

Cumming right then and there, with his hand fisted around his cock, watching you fuck yourself while begging for something you seem to think you shouldn’t want…it seems like a real possibility. One he’d almost like to give in to, he’s so fucking turned on…

Instead, he begins a slow, halting voyage. Pushing in little by little as you writhe and gasp below him, vibrator still working away as you finger fuck your cunt harder, driven by the blissful, burning sting.

“It hurts…” you pant, and he almost pulls out, until you finish your thought. “It hurts so good. More…”

Your entire body is flushed, blotchy dots of pink forming up your back like a roadmap. He trails a finger along the path, hand disappearing into the dampened hair at the nape of your neck to give it a swift tug. “You like it, princess?’

“All the way…” you plead feverishly. “Fuck it in all the way.”

The way that you’ve worded it sets him wild, and he has to actively fight the urge to slam into you. The way you would scream and likely try to scramble away…fuck.

When he drives in as deeply as he possibly can, though, he’s gentle. Loves you far too much to hurt you, even if he might indulge in the power trip of it all in his head now and then.

High pitched gasps are stuttering out of you, staccato and hitched, but your fingers are moving even faster now, and he can feel you clenching violently.

“You love that, don’t you, princess? Feeling full everywhere? Fingers in your cunt, cock in your ass?” The swift crack of his hand against the swell of your hip happens before he’s even registered his need to hear the dominant snap of impact.

“Yesssyesyesyesyes…” it moans out of you, hardly words at all.

He jerks your head up until your eyes are focused warily on the headboard. “Next time, I’m gonna suction one of your cocks right there, make you suck it down dirty and sweet until you’re gagging…every single hole filled right up, nice and full.”

You tighten like a fist around your fingers and his dick as it jerks and throbs inside you. “Please..”

“Please, what?” His grip curls into a fist against your scalp.

“Cum..” you barely make a sound, but he hears you all the same.

“Yeah? Would that get my girl off? If I came right here?” He slides in as deeply as he can. “You want it where you shouldn’t?”

“I want to feel it first,” you’re begging like a whore, and he couldn’t love it more. “And I’m so close, please…”

He couldn’t stop it for anything in the world. Not now, not after listening to you confess that you want to feel him, warm and wet, inside you, before you cum.

When he lets go, it’s with an animalistic growl that flips your stomach…a dirty, addicting, tumble that makes you tremble with the insatiable need to follow straight behind him…

And you do. You follow his lead, cumming hard, crying out for him to never stop, to fuck you just like this forever, to make you feel nothing but him for the rest of your days…nothing but Jake until you draw your last breath.

Like all good and perfect things, it comes to an end, with you collapsed down into the soaked sheets, and his panting, sweating form pressing you down against the mattress.

“Fuck me, baby…” he pauses to draw in a tightened breath. “That was…god, how am I ever gonna pull out? You’re so warm and tight.”

“Stay.” You murmur, settling into the afterglow. “Just a little while.”

He nestles his face into your hair and stays, just as you’ve asked.

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Horropedia x Philocalist (OC) // Stuck With You

Note// can be taken as a x reader because this is technically like a "we're best friends but you actually thought we're dating" kind of trope lol

Warning// Suggestive and mentions of death and horror speculations(?)

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There is one day when Horropedia plans to invite his supposedly girlfriend to a ghost hunting date that is located at a haunted mansion... just the two of them.

Without knowing, Philocalist ended up suggesting if she can invite other people like Ms. Tooth Fairy, An An Lee, Blonney, and Jessica- Click happens to pop in too at the last minute because of An An Lee/ih

The brunette couldn't bring himself to say no to her... Yet at the same time,  he is mentally screaming by the failed attempt of making them spend time together alone as couple----

Meanwhile, it seems Philocalist thinks her crush is just treating her like a travel partner, rather than something more than that - yet she seems alright about that.

How bad will this exploration be?

Probably wrong, as always.

So far, everyone got separated into groups because of a creature that has been roaming around the mansion - they couldn't even detect signs of life in the first place! How did that thing get inside? It seems... it must be a ghost.

But even if so, that huge spirit managed to destroy a long dining table in half by holding a normal solid axe somehow

Philocalist finds herself getting chased through the halls at the moment. Before things went out of board, she noticed how Blonney and Jessica ran away together along with An An Lee, Click and Tooth Fairy---

Concluding that Horropedia ran away by himself, she is aware having him separated from the group would be dangerous and even for her right now- so she tries to follow where he was running off to.

Haunting growls can be heard from behind, cueing that the entity is getting closer- she cautiously looks around as she takes a sharp turn to a hallway full of doors--

Just as she is trying to quickly pass by the hall, one of the wooden doors open as a pair of hands reach and snatch her by the waist right into the room-

Philocalist whimpers by the sudden pull, trying to get out of the hold she can't even detect who from the shadows. The door then gets locked again in the process.

"Calm down, Philo..."

The familiar caramel voice can be heard whispering her ear as a gloved hand is covering her mouth securely to prevent her from being too loud,

"It's me, wi- Philocalist. It's Horropedia!"

After a few seconds, the ravenette slowly stopped struggling as she confirmed the same scent of wood on him. Even when she tries to reach out an occupied hand towards the figure behind her, she can feel the familiar texture of the limited edition glasses he crookely wears.

Horropedia manages to stop her hand with his other had gently as she can already imagine an amused grin, "Wow, be careful there...!"

".....Mm....." Philocalist quietly hums, not sure if she should take his hand off of her lips while being in an awkward position.

The horror fanatic finally realizes the situation before quickly letting her speak as she can now quietly gasp for some cool air to lower the pressure.

"Oops- my bad."

"I'm glad I get to find you- but what happened to you when we got separated...?" Philocalist quietly whispers before approaching the locked door to try and check for any footsteps that can be heard from the other side.

"Just got here too- and got some time to look around here before..." Horropedia walks away, cueing the puzzled Philocalist to follow along, "I found this."

He then uncovers a huge painting that was covering a tunnel path to a room.

"This..." The raventte starts, "I think this is intentionally made to hide..-"

"-Secrets." Horropedia finishes swiftly with his infamous, goofy grin.

Just that, he motions a dramatic gesture with his hands as if stating "ladies first" at Philo. Who places her hand on her chest dramatically as if "omg, you shouldn't have-" before crawling carefully-

They carefully try to enter the door at the end of the tunnel--

But the moment they went further- the door immediately locks itself by force even if Horropedia was holding on to it.

"Okay- that's a fascinating mechanism." The brunette mutters, unsurprised. Trying to study the door as Philocalist just got a bit jumpty after the sudden big noise.

"Yep- We're stuck." Horropedia confirms as he takes a closer look at the door, even failing to open it again or unlocking it, "Surprisingly, the door seems to have the gap covered from being exposed in order to prevent some card from swiping in-"

"Well, very clever...." She mutters softly before sighing. Knowing that's not good for the both of them.

"Don’t worry- got a backup plan." Horropedia suddenly says before taking out some kind of controller- then clicking it.

.

.

.

Beep!

"Okay, SOS sent." Horropedia affirms before putting it back as Philocalist processes what just happened.

"Oh." That's the only she can spill about that, "Do you think they can find us...?"

"Please- if they can't, we might as well make a path besides a door and a window afterall!" Horropedia suggested as he looks around the room they are in, which seems like a bedroom.

"This place..." Philocalist whispers, "It has a king's bedroom-" She stops nefore her fingers softly bump into a picture frame from a cabinet.

She lots the picture frame a bit to see a photo of a pair who are notably weqring engsgement rings, "A married couple's bedroom..."

"Married couple- Norman and Eva?" Horropedia, "Gosh, this is it! It's in here!"

"Their will note?" Philocalist asks curiously.

"The same place where they mysteriously passed in their sleep- but also that." Horropedia acts as matter of factly before starting to work on his investigation, "You got your tools?"

"Yes." The ravenette nods before taking out an led light to scrutinize around the room as well.

"I wonder what would be the cause of their death- some kind of chemical on the bed?" He checks the bedsheets carefully with a flashlight, "Abnormal infestation going on?"  He checks cabinets, "Or have they recently touched something in the bathroom-" He then goes to the shared bathroom with 2 sinks, "Mmm- the cause of their death could be outside the bedroom- but then we already checked everywhere else- did we?"

"Their death couldn't just strangely happen, just after the moment they fell on the bed..." Philocalist ponders as she rubs her chin lightly in thought.

She tries to check the bed again with an LED light. Even the pillows.

"No blood stains...

.

.

A-Ah,,, "

Philocalist quickly backs away from the bed as she takes the LED light close to her. Having a disturbed look

"What is it? You found somethibg???" Horropedia's eyes can be seen Sparkling with determination.

"Eh... I don't think you don't wanna see this but-" Philocalist slowly hands the light to the taller one before quickly turning away to get busy with other kinds of furniture.

The man was confused at first before looking down at the bed sheet with the LED light now-

His eyes widens.

Stains... transparent stains that seem to be the surface layer besides dust.

"What the hell...?" Horropedia grimace before slowly looking toward Philo who is just as embarrassed and traumatized as he is. "They both kicked the bucket because-"

"Yes." That’s all Philocalist is going to say before silence invades the dim litted room.

"Now- this is far from what I expected," Horropedia admits before scratching his head a bit after taking off the plastic gloves. "I guess we now know how they died...-"

"Y-Yea..." Philocalist nervously laughs quietly, before moving further away from the bed.

"Alright- let's find the will contract." The brunette quickly changes the topic as he notices the tension becoming a bit suffocating. The other nods in agreement before kneeling down to search anything underneath the furniture. Horropedia had a lot of thoughts running in his head, but eventually stop looking around in deep detail when he finally has the courage to look back at his partner again. Noticing how far she seems from him as well.

"Are you alright, wife...?" Horropedia tries to light up the mood with his usual joke of a nickname for her. He mentally cringes at the fact that it actually turns out even worse if he calls her that at a dead couple's bedroom---

"Yes... I'm alright. I'm just surprised." Philocalist reassures quietly as she tries to tie her hair up so it doesn't make contact with the floor. Trying to ignore his eyes on her doing it.

"I just hope nothing haunted happens here- it would be very embarrassing for the ghosts...-"

Horropedia laughs by her comment. "T-True!"

"Ah,,, hey. Why are you far away now? Come here." Horropedia motions Philocalist with his arms, "We have to stick together, just in case."

"I-I think this distance is good enough..." Philocalist's lightly muffled voice seems more nervous than ever, "There’s no way someone can kidnap me from if I'm close to a bar--"

"...Philo- p-please trust me, I won't do anything weird!!" The nerd protests as he tries to explain, his now leather  gloved hands waving like crazy. "Don’t be scared of me, you know me too well!"

"I'm not scared of you," Philocalist responds a bit more calmly yet still m

looking at something, "I just don’t know how should I even act around you in these kinds of situations... I like you, after all."

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"Huh."

"Huh...?"

"You like like me?"

"Yes."

"But, Philocalist- I thought we're already dating."

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Silence conquers the room once again...

Both of their faces slowly start looking like tomatoes, either by realization or embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you thought of me that way--- you were very subtle;;-" The ravenette girl apologizes as she quickly stands up, startling Horropedia a bit.

"No no!!! Huh,,, It's my bad... I can't read the rooms right---" Horropedia rambles back as he scratches his cheek in conflict, "

He slowly tries to approach Philocalist, who seems to back away as an instinct. Horropedia doesn't seem to mind as he walks closer to her figure, trapping her against the wall as a glove hand is placed next to her head loosely with a calmer but serious expression.

Of course, he cautiously tries to eye both sides or at the locked door if there's ever anyone somehow who manages to break in.

"...Philocalist." The brunette with glasses starts solemnly, "I've always loved you, even right now."

"...H... Horropedia." Philocalist looks away a bit, but the other autist prevents her by holding on to her chin lovingly, making her look at him in the eyes.

"I'm serious," Horropediw says, "Who else would I treat the same as I treat you? Who is the first person I come into mind when inviting to come to a  haunted mansion with me?

Philocalist, you're one of my best friends who I can count on. But... you're a special kind of best friend- I, I want you to- no, I want to be your boyfriend."

Horropedia tries not to ramble, but it seems is failing.  Philocalist can't even help but get redder by the confession---- yet she gently leans in to nuzzle on his neck to try to calm her heartbeats--

"...I love you,,, and I want to be your girlfriend, too." She whispers, feeling a bit embarrassed yet voluntarily feels the need to express that. "Thank you,,, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Horropedia assures as be now hugs her back, "We just have to hope the others are okay- we can still try and find an exit-"

"I-I know they're capable,,, but what I mean is, I wish I should've known sooner,,,"

"Is alright, boo... I can't even get mad at you at all for that-"

After he lovingly admits it to her, he gently boops their foreheads for a good moment...

Before suddenly, a beep can be heard as Horropedia lightly pulls away from the hug to respond to the mechanism that was on his pocket, which was a walkie-talkie.

"Ehhhh.. everything alright there???" Jessica asks who jusy happened to take the talkie from Blonney, "We detected your signal- we're coming to where you are."

"An An Lee managed to find the Merrian's will contract after noticing Click's latest photos." Blonney cam be heard from the background as the voice of the said ghost buster can also be heard vaguely as "Yeah no I can't believe it either-".

"Gosh,,, what a miracle. " Philocalist whispers.

"Horropedia and Philocalist here- copy that!"

Horropedia holds the button before releasing once stating it. He then quickly takes out his gun and aims at the door, still holding on Philocalist's waist.

"My gun is ready - I should have thought of this sonner!!!" He yells out in ecstasy as he shoots - Summoning the Twin Dolls. The cursed creatures quickly work on chopping on the old wood in different pieces and digging the hole wider. It then explodes into nothing but a bigger entrance tunnel

"Golly...-" That’s one word Philocalist let's out after seeing that. Once again.

"Journey on! We're just getting started!" He happily chirps before taking his now official girlfriend's hand in his before running towards the exit. Philocalist only giggles at his enthusiasm before following suit with a warm smile.

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GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF CHILD ABUSE.

“Papa- I-I’m sorry-!” The boy’s weak yet shrill cries pierced through the air like a heartbroken prayer.

A small child raised his skinny little arms that did little to block the harsh hit he received. The cane was hard, solid wood, varnished. He could feel a stubborn ache in the bone of his arm where the deceptively heavy stick had hit him.

His legs failed him, and he collapsed to the ground, helplessly shifting his body back, until he felt he could back away no more.

Father was angry. Father was rarely ever happy anyway. His inane ramblings were lost in the memory, but the vitriol in his voice stung the child anyway. A face of raw emotion carved on his usually stoic face, tinted with a slight redness. The little boy recognised each agonisingly hard breath Father took, his frail body not hindering his wrath.

The shouting grew louder, as Father grabbed a green bottle from the table. It was half empty, some of the maroon liquid in a cup that was barely half full. Father raised it in the air, as Mother came from behind, somehow quelling the violent rage.

The child was so absorbed in fear that he failed to recognise a faint coolness on his cheeks, tears drying on his expression. He quietly wiped them away, trying his best to control his sobs, his failing attempts resulting in a soft rhythm of “hik, hik, hik.” from his throat. Father and Mother left the room, leaving the boy to his own thoughts. Usually he’d scramble to his own room — his safe place — but he didn’t even have the slightest bit of energy to muster.

Yet even after putting the glass bottle down, Father did not seem pleased. Somehow, the softest whimpers of the boy were caught, and Father stormed up to the boy, who didn’t even try to react — either too slow or too afraid — and Father swatted his hand, a harsh slap on the boy’s cheek, enough to throw him off balance from his kneeling pose. Catching himself with both arms, the boy was unsure if he should move back up. He tried to hold back more sobs, his throat throbbing with pent-up sobs. He bit his tongue, harshly, anything to distract himself from the pain and terror.

Father uttered more words, before Mother pulled him by the arm and moved him to a different room. The poor boy crawled the best he could, shaking in fear, hiding. The couch was a poor place to hide, and he didn’t want to be in the kitchen. He opted to hide in the dining room, weaving his way through the chairs and tables, hiding out of sight of anyone who might walk past. He curled up, covering his wet face with his small, trembling hands, sobbing as loudly muffled as he could muster himself to.

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Creating Your Dream Space: The Best Furniture Stores in Wolverhampton

Introduction

Furniture plays a pivotal role in shaping the ambiance and functionality of our living spaces. Whether you're furnishing a new home or looking to update your current one, finding the best furniture stores is essential to creating your dream space. Wolverhampton offers a diverse range of furniture stores, each catering to different tastes and preferences. This article aims to explore the top furniture stores in Wolverhampton, highlighting their unique offerings, benefits, and why they stand out as the go-to destinations for creating your dream space.

Furniture Stores in Wolverhampton: Unveiling the Best

HomeStyle Furnishings

HomeStyle Furnishings is a reputable furniture store in Wolverhampton known for its extensive range of furniture styles and high-quality products. Whether you're seeking modern, contemporary, traditional, or eclectic pieces, HomeStyle Furnishings has something to suit every taste. From living room and bedroom sets to dining and outdoor furniture, they offer comprehensive collections to furnish your entire home. The store's team of skilled interior designers is available to provide personalized assistance, ensuring that customers create a dream space that reflects their individual style and needs. The benefit of shopping at HomeStyle Furnishings is the wide variety of furniture options and the expertise available to guide you in designing your ideal living spaces.

Chic Interiors

Chic Interiors is a boutique furniture store that stands out for its focus on chic and stylish furniture pieces. If you're looking to infuse elegance and sophistication into your home, this is the place to explore. From luxurious upholstered sofas to sleek dining sets, Chic Interiors curates furniture that exudes class and grace. The store's collection also includes handpicked home decor items and accessories, making it easier for customers to add those finishing touches to their dream space. The benefit of shopping at Chic Interiors is the opportunity to discover uniquely stylish furniture that elevates the aesthetics of your home.

Furniture Emporium

Furniture Emporium is a well-established furniture store in Wolverhampton, known for its impressive selection of classic and timeless pieces. They offer furniture crafted from premium materials, ensuring durability and longevity. From solid wood dining tables to elegant cabinets and sideboards, Furniture Emporium focuses on providing furniture that adds warmth and character to any living space. Their commitment to quality craftsmanship ensures that each piece stands the test of time, making it a valuable investment for your dream space. The benefit of shopping at Furniture Emporium is the access to high-quality, timeless furniture that adds a touch of charm to your home.

The Living Room Co.

As the name suggests, The Living Room Co. specializes in providing furniture and decor items that transform your living room into a cozy and inviting sanctuary. This boutique furniture store offers a carefully curated collection of sofas, coffee tables, and accessories that elevate the comfort and style of your living room. Their focus on selecting pieces with utmost comfort and contemporary design ensures that customers can create a modern and inviting living space. The benefit of shopping at The Living Room Co. is the tailored collection of living room furniture that caters to the heart of your home.

Wolverhampton Furniture Outlet

For those seeking excellent value and variety, Wolverhampton Furniture Outlet is a go-to destination. This furniture store offers a wide range of furniture styles at discounted prices, making it an ideal choice for budget-conscious customers. From bedroom sets to office furniture, they cater to various needs and preferences. Wolverhampton Furniture Outlet frequently updates their collection with new arrivals, ensuring customers can find the latest furniture trends at affordable prices. The benefit of shopping at this outlet is the opportunity to furnish your dream space without overspending, without compromising on quality.

Furniture Hub

Furniture Hub is a comprehensive furniture store in Wolverhampton that provides solutions for every room in your home. They offer a vast range of furniture styles, from classic and traditional to contemporary and minimalist designs. The store caters to different budgets, ensuring that customers can find furniture that suits their financial requirements. Furniture Hub also provides a selection of space-saving and multi-functional furniture, perfect for smaller homes or apartments. The benefit of shopping at Furniture Hub is the convenience of finding everything you need to furnish your dream space under one roof.

Furnish & Co.

Furnish & Co. is a renowned furniture store in Wolverhampton that focuses on delivering quality and style to its customers. They offer a carefully curated collection of furniture pieces, each selected for its craftsmanship and design excellence. Whether you're looking for a statement dining table or a comfortable sofa, Furnish & Co. ensures that each piece stands out in terms of both aesthetics and functionality. The store's team of interior experts is available to offer advice on creating a harmonious and visually appealing space that reflects your personality. The benefit of shopping at Furnish & Co. is the access to furniture that combines quality, style, and expert guidance to create your dream space.

Modern Living

Modern Living is a contemporary furniture store in Wolverhampton that caters to those seeking sleek and stylish furniture designs. They curate pieces that align with the latest trends, ensuring that customers can furnish their homes with up-to-date and fashionable furniture. From minimalist bedroom sets to eye-catching accent chairs, Modern Living offers a modern and refreshing approach to home furnishing. The benefit of shopping at Modern Living is the opportunity to create a space that reflects your contemporary tastes and stays ahead of the interior design curve.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Wolverhampton boasts a range of furniture stores, each offering its unique selection of furniture styles and designs. Whether you prefer classic elegance, modern chic, or budget-friendly options, the top furniture stores mentioned above have something to cater to every taste and need.

Investing in furniture from these reputable stores ensures that you can create your dream space, where comfort, style, and functionality harmoniously come together. So, embark on your journey to explore Wolverhampton's best furniture stores and transform your living spaces into a haven that reflects your individuality and offers the utmost comfort.

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10 Best Ways to Make Your Home Luxurious

Are you planning to add some luxurious features to your home? You don't need to spend a lot of money to enjoy a touch of luxury. To make our spaces luxurious, comfortable, and elegant, we should all have the services of experienced luxury interior designers.

Fortunately, there are lots of options for decorating a budget-friendly space. You can create modern luxury interior designs on a budget with a few modifications and design techniques.

According to interior designers, here are the top 10 ways to add luxury to your home

Remodelling a bathroom

Remodelling your bathroom is a wise place to start. Ensure that all fixtures and plumbing are up-to-date and functioning properly. Modern lighting, contemporary tiles, and luxurious flooring add a sense of luxury to a room.

The Plants will renew it

To instantly brighten up your space, you can add fake or real plants. The best way to add colour is with plants. A vintage, boho, or aesthetic vase or pot can add greatly to your space.

Wallpapers

Adhesive wallpapers have become a rage. These wallpapers are easy to apply and can be purchased from most online shops. This adhesive wallpaper is perfect for people who want to temporarily restore their space or try out new colours and designs in their homes.

Temporary wallpaper also has the advantage of being removable so you can change it whenever you like.

Be creative with your textiles

Your space will look dull and boring if you have a sofa, chair and cushions all in the same texture and fabric. You can make your space more appealing and dimensional by replacing boring pillows with a variety of textures and sizes.

Shades of neutrality

Everybody wants their home to be peaceful and tranquil. Neutral colours are a good choice. Neutrals are timeless and trendy so you don't have to redecorate. If you're looking for a quick update, replace the artwork, furniture, or lighting.

Upgrade your Hardware to Create a Luxury House Interior

You can instantly improve your space by replacing old hardware with sleeker, more modern pieces for a fraction of the cost. It can be used on kitchen cabinets, bathroom cases, or bedroom furniture to give new life to an outdated space.

Lighting Upgrades

Lighting is another easy way to bring luxury to your home. Light with warm tones can add a sense of luxury to a room. Lamps are the most relatable examples of decorative light, as they draw attention to specific features. Luxurious house interiors can be enhanced by adding stylish and soothing lighting. Hanging lights above your dining table and a long side lamp beside your sofa are good additions.

Make Space

A great way to make your space feel more luxurious is to open it. This can be done by simply rearranging, decluttering or investing in storage products.

When there isn't enough space, you can extend it by clearing out unwanted furniture and stuff. Your balcony can be decorated with sitting areas.

A luxurious touch

Your home can be adorned with high-end products like antique gold, solid wood, and marble. To instantly add luxury and style to your home, replace modern ornaments with antique ornaments or books.

TakeYourStyle to the Area

For a luxurious experience, give your furniture some attention with a few simple but well-designed pieces. After narrowing down your selection of decorative accessories, decorate them in an attractive way. Here are some tips for arranging your coffee table, dining table or benches.

Conclusion

Renovating and creating luxury house interiors is not a difficult task. With effort and time, the task can be completed on a budget. Adding luxury to your home can be achieved in a number of ways. In order to remodel your home with the help of a professional interior designer, you can contact us. Thethekedaar Interior offers luxury interior designers to help you with your home design needs. You can rely on our experienced designers to go above and beyond your expectations.

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Dining Tables Can Unite The Family

Having during supper has disappeared throughout the long term. Our youngsters are educated to toss something in the microwave and we frequently go to drive-thru eateries for a light meal. Family time has taken a secondary lounge to video games, TV, and different interruptions. Could it not be good to have your family back? Indeed, nothing can truly unite the family like a home prepared dinner. Additionally, it is great that everybody sit together when they eat; that visit site here way they can all talk about their brilliant day. A top notch dining table can ensure many of these suppers for quite a long time into the future.

Dining tables are fundamental for families, and it is fairly important to pick the right one. In the event that you pick a cheap item, over the long haul it will break. You will have a messed up table and the family will fall back on thudding down before the TV and scooping food in their mouth. Look online for the best arrangements and look for solid wood tables. On the off chance that you have a huge family, you should think about one with a drawn out leaf. These are pieces that change your table from obliging 4 people to obliging 6 to 8 people. The chairs ought to likewise match the table; as a matter of fact, many tables can be bought with the chairs as a whole set. Obviously assuming you as of now have decent chairs, you may simply need to by the table. Make sure you match your furniture, if not it will just look excessively abnormal.

Dining tables are additionally great for messing around, similar to Syndication, or playing a game of cards. You ought to save a period every week to mess around with your family. Make your lives more energizing with such exercises and your family will remain together, very much like that well-known adage. Obviously your visitors can make some better memories with you on the off chance that there is a spot to have great discussion.

You can't under gauge the upsides of having a dining table in your home. It truly can help with uniting your family. Every single night set up a pleasant supper and everybody will appear at the table. Simply make sure you get a quality table so there are no reasons not to have a family supper. In the event that you buy a cheap one, it may involve time before it breaks, then nobody will come to supper.

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Best Tips on a Modern Dining Table

A modern dining table is very not the same as the customary ones concerning various features. Configuration is one of the indispensable viewpoints that make it special from different types of tables. Notwithstanding, with regards to functionality, they are pretty much comparative. Dining tables with modern plans have very imaginative styles that are unmistakable from one another. They are likewise find out more here not the typical wooden furniture that is exceptionally normal in conventional homes.

For this situation, these tables are generally masterfully created with most extreme creativity. They are generally made of various types of materials with particular styles. Contemporary furniture these days by and large has ergonomic plans to ration space.

Remember that in this day and age, modern houses never again partake in the advantages of having adequate space in the midst of the increasing expense of properties. Notwithstanding, in spite of the restricted space, furniture maker with imaginative personalities actually makes dining tables that fit well with humble homes having deficient space, but still gives adequate space from truly comfortable dining experience.

Beside that, they are accessible in various shapes and variety, consequently giving total adaptability to purchasers on their decisions among the plentiful determinations to browse. Shapes might go from round tables, expanded rectangular shapes, square, and, surprisingly, unpredictable shapes to add an elective touch to its plans.

Other than shapes, the type of material is another will be one more perspective to consider. For this situation, there are many types to choose from, for example, treated steel, glass, aluminum, steel bar and wood, just to give some examples. A few tables have blend of various types of materials to make a few styles and tasteful looks, while others have just a single sort of materials utilized however made with some creativity like elective plans and carvings.

Hence, in the event that you are wanting to purchase modern dining tables, you should carefully consider a few variables like plan, shape, and materials. Beside that, cost is also important. In the event that you are tight on financial plan, you can for less expensive materials like wood. Nonetheless, a few wooden materials modest but they are solid and strong, in this way guaranteeing sturdiness.

Tempered steel table construction with glass table tops are currently one of the patterns today. Some of them are costly, yet you can in any case find less expensive ones with practically comparative plans. The principal distinctions are the type of steel and glass that are utilized on the furniture. Clearly, pure designs are costlier contrasted with standard steel bars. For this situation, you can decide on plain steel bars and repay it by adding exceptional plans and varieties; and you can in any case have a noteworthy table for your dining set.

Also, the type of glass is another viewpoint where you can alter to fit well with your financial plan. There are a few types of glasses to be utilized on tables. Aside from that, the thickness of the glass can likewise influence its expense. Thus, you have higher adaptability on your decisions to make a few changes so that they become careful match to your projected expense. Consequently, always remember these tips while purchasing a modern dining table that is appropriate in your home.

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Top Furniture Manufacturing Units in Bhubaneswar: Quality Sofas, Chairs and Dining Tables

Bhubaneswar has recently become a hub for premium furniture manufacturing, with some of the best sofa manufacturing units in Bhubaneswar delivering quality, comfort, and durability. Known for combining traditional craftsmanship with modern design, Bhubaneswar’s manufacturers create pieces that cater to various tastes and interior styles. Whether you’re searching for a new dining table or a comfortable sofa, the city offers some of the best options on the market.

Best Sofa Manufacturing Units in Bhubaneswar

Sofas are a key part of any living space, and Bhubaneswar’s top sofa manufacturers understand the need for quality and style. They use high-quality materials, including sturdy wood frames, durable upholstery, and premium cushioning. These best sofa manufacturing units in Bhubaneswar offer a wide range of designs, from classic to contemporary styles, ensuring that every home can find a match for its unique aesthetic. The focus on ergonomics and high-grade materials makes these sofas comfortable for everyday use while enhancing the overall look of any living room.

Best Chair Manufacturing Units in Bhubaneswar

For homeowners and office spaces alike, the best chair manufacturing units in Bhubaneswar provide ergonomic and stylish seating solutions. From executive office chairs to accent chairs for home interiors, Bhubaneswar’s manufacturers emphasize comfort, support, and durability. Using high-quality materials like molded foam, metal frames, and stylish upholstery, these manufacturers ensure that their chairs meet the standards of both functionality and aesthetics. Many manufacturers also offer customization options, allowing customers to select their preferred colors, fabrics, and finishes for a truly personalized touch.

Dining Table Manufacturers in Bhubaneswar

Dining tables are the heart of family gatherings and social events, and Bhubaneswar’s dining table manufacturers excel in creating sturdy, elegant tables that bring people together. With options in solid wood, glass, and even mixed-material designs, these manufacturers offer dining tables that suit various decor styles, from rustic to modern. Quality craftsmanship and a commitment to durability mean that these tables stand the test of time. Many dining table manufacturers in Bhubaneswar also offer matching sets with chairs, making it easy for customers to achieve a cohesive dining space.

Conclusion

Bhubaneswar’s furniture manufacturing units have carved out a reputation for quality, style, and innovation. Whether you're looking for a cozy sofa, a supportive chair, or an elegant dining table, Bhubaneswar’s furniture industry offers options that cater to a variety of tastes and budgets.

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Enhance Your Space with Dining Room Benches, Outdoor Benches, and Outdoor Coffee Tables

Incorporating versatile seating and stylish tables can make your home’s dining and outdoor spaces more inviting and functional. Here’s how dining room benches, outdoor benches, and outdoor coffee tables can elevate your decor.

1. Dining Room Benches: Functional and Stylish Seating

Dining room benches offer a flexible and stylish alternative to traditional dining chairs. Ideal for maximizing seating in compact spaces, benches encourage a communal feel around the dining table. Available in various materials, from upholstered options for a cozy look to solid wood for rustic charm, dining room benches adapt to any aesthetic. Their sleek design allows them to be tucked under the table when not in use, saving space and creating a clean look.

2. Outdoor Benches: Durable and Inviting

Outdoor benches provide comfortable seating for patios, decks, or gardens while withstanding the elements. Opt for benches crafted from weather-resistant materials like teak, metal, or treated wood for durability. With styles ranging from minimalist to ornate, outdoor benches create a cozy space for enjoying fresh air, reading, or hosting friends. Pairing them with outdoor pillows or throws can add warmth and color to your outdoor seating area.

3. Outdoor Coffee Tables: Centerpieces for Outdoor Living

Outdoor coffee tables act as the focal point in any seating arrangement, perfect for holding drinks, decor, or snacks. Look for tables made from sturdy, weatherproof materials such as metal, stone, or treated wood to ensure longevity. The right outdoor coffee table brings style and functionality to patios or gardens, making it easy to entertain and relax outdoors. For a cohesive look, coordinate your outdoor benches with your coffee table in terms of material and color.

Choosing the Right Pieces

Consider the scale, materials, and style of these furniture pieces to ensure they complement your existing decor and lifestyle. High-quality dining room benches, outdoor benches, and outdoor coffee tables can transform your spaces into welcoming areas for dining and entertaining, indoors and out. Explore collections that feature diverse, stylish options to find the best fit for your home.

Adding these functional yet elegant furniture pieces will give your home a fresh, modern look that stands the test of time.

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Design style, material quality, price range, and suppliers of oak dining table australia

When it comes to oak dining table australia, here are some key points to consider:

Design and Style:

oak dining table australia are known for their classic, timeless designs and exceptional craftsmanship, adding aesthetic appeal and value to any home. These tables come in various shapes, sizes, and finishes to suit any decor style.

For example, the Androgyne Dining Table, designed by Norwegian architect Danielle Siggerud, features a natural or dark oak top combined with a Kuners slate base, showcasing the grand pairing of natural materials.

Material and Quality:

Oak is a strong and durable material, making it ideal for everyday use. A high-quality oak dining table can provide long-lasting use and enjoyment.

oak dining table australia are easy to maintain, typically requiring only occasional dusting.

Pricing:

The price of oak dining table australia varies depending on the design, materials, and manufacturer. For instance, some websites offer oak dining table sets starting from £89.91 per month on finance, while certain special purchase tables are priced at £1289.

Chinese manufacturers provide a range of oak dining table australia with prices ranging from US$ 24 to US$ 2500, depending on the specific design and materials.

Suppliers and Manufacturers:

Shandong Native Produce Furniture Co., Ltd. is a professional solid wood furniture manufacturer, mainly processing oak and walnut, and sometimes ash and beech wood.

Several Chinese manufacturers and suppliers offer a variety of oak dining table australia, with OEM and ODM R&D capabilities, and possess management certifications such as ISO 9001, FSC, etc.

Purchasing and Display:

If you wish to personally inspect the quality of oak furniture, you can visit the showrooms located in Auburn and Castle Hill, New South Wales.

Featured Projects and Products:

Certain manufacturers showcase their featured projects and best-selling products, such as extendable oak dining table australia, round dining tables, etc.

This information provides an overview of the design style, material quality, price range, and suppliers of oak dining table australia, helping you better understand this type of furniture.

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5 Reasons Why Wooden Tables Are the Best Investment for Singaporean Homes

Many homeowners find it troubling to select home furniture. However, one furniture choice typically prevails: a wooden table. This furniture type stands out as a timeless and practical investment. The diverse range of styles and designs also ensures the table can elevate the visual appeal of any living environment.

In Singapore, where space is frequently constrained and furniture must be both elegant and resilient, opting for a wooden table proves to be wise.

Discover five compelling reasons why a wooden table in Singapore is a sensible investment for residences.

1. Durability and Longevity

One of the most significant advantages of a wooden table is its durability. Wood is a naturally strong material, capable of withstanding daily wear and tear. A well-made wooden table can last for decades if properly maintained, whether it’s a solid oak dining table or a teak coffee table. This longevity makes it a cost-effective investment, as you won’t need to replace your table as frequently as you might with other materials. In Singapore’s humid climate, certain types of wood, like teak, are particularly resilient, making them ideal for long-term use in local homes.

2. Timeless Aesthetic Appeal

Wooden tables offer a timeless aesthetic that suits different interior design styles. Whether your home leans toward a modern, minimalist look or a more traditional and rustic style, there is a wood table that will seamlessly blend in. Wood’s natural grain patterns and textures add a touch of warmth and sophistication to any room. Moreover, wooden tables can be easily updated or refinished to suit changing decor trends. In Singapore, where interior design is often a mix of contemporary and traditional elements, a wooden table can serve as a versatile centrepiece that complements various styles.

3. Versatility in Design

A wooden table offers unparalleled versatility in terms of design and functionality. From sleek, minimalist designs to more elaborate, handcrafted pieces, wood tables come in various shapes, sizes, and finishes. This characteristic makes them suitable for any room in your home, be it the dining room, living room, or even as a study table. For Singaporean homes, where space is often at a premium, wooden tables can also be custom-made to fit specific dimensions, ensuring they are both functional and aesthetically pleasing. Additionally, multi-functional wood tables, such as extendable dining tables or tables with built-in storage, are ideal for small apartments or HDB flats.

4. Eco-Friendly Option

Choosing a wooden table can also be an eco-friendly decision. Many wood tables came from sustainably sourced timber, reducing the environmental impact of deforestation. Additionally, wood is a renewable material, and when sourced responsibly, it contributes to environmental sustainability. Investing in a wooden table from a reputable source can align with your values, particularly in Singapore, where there is increasing awareness of the need for environmentally conscious choices. Furthermore, wooden tables have a long lifespan, which reduces waste by minimising the need for replacements.

5. Easy Maintenance

Another reason why wooden tables are a great investment for Singaporean homes is their ease of maintenance. Wooden tables can be kept in excellent condition with minimal effort, unlike other materials requiring unique cleaning products or techniques. Regular dusting and occasional polishing are usually enough to maintain the wood’s shine and prevent it from dulling over time. In Singapore, where high humidity can affect furniture, wooden tables made from durable hardwoods like teak or oak are less susceptible to moisture damage. These types of wood naturally resist warping and cracking, making them ideal for the local climate.

Conclusion

A wooden table transcends mere functionality; it represents a significant investment characterised by its durability, enduring aesthetic, versatility, environmental sustainability, and low maintenance requirements. In Singapore, where the balance of style and practicality is paramount in home decor, a wooden table is an indispensable enhancement to any living environment. Whether you are outfitting a new apartment or enhancing your existing residence, selecting a wooden table guarantees a dependable and elegant focal point that will endure through the years.

Visit Wood Capitol for more handcrafted wooden tables that reflect timeless beauty and durability.

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