#mid century black leather lounge

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Arne Norell: 'Ari' Lounge Chair (1966)

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˗ˋˏ Red Horn ˎˊ˗ | 18+ Only

synopsis: devils are contract workers - simply offer them a payment that they can never refuse, and your problems would be taken care of. the only thing is, what could a mere human possibly offer to a devil?

pairing: devil!jeonghan x innocent!reader (gn afab)

genre: fantasy, supernatural | smut, pwp

tags: flirting, food mention, office | bondage, light choking, creampie, dirty talk, fingering, oral, pet names, pnv, praise, if there's a term for jeonghan fucking you with one of his devil horns please tell me, reader wears lingerie, reader's first time, multiple orgasms...

wc: 5.4k

message from nu: this took me super long to write, but this has to be one of my favorites. special thank you to xan @aceofvernons and june @junkissed for keeping me company while I worked on the fic. I hope you all enjoy reading - nu <3

In the distance, the elevator dings sharp and clear, its ring piercing through the reception lounge as its large plum-colored crystal doors open with a rumble. Even when you sit facing away from the reception desk, you can imagine the receptionist greeting the incomer with their monotonous voice, drawling out the same script they gave to you – jet black orbs staring at you judgmentally while you try to scribble your personal information on the forms as fast as you can.

A large Prometheus-type creature in the seat across from you whimpers when its name is called, head hunched and practically trembling with every stride toward the smiling attendant. Open space in front of you, you can see through the large glass windows the hundreds of skyscrapers and verdant greenery where feet touch the ground under the red sky. This place is but a stretch, an affected area of Hell – at least for those who are not native. Even this lounge, untouched coffee bar with expensive Keurig models, circa 1920s sleek leather Barcelonas, and low mid-century style coffee tables with old filled-in Highlights magazines as table decorations, is deceiving in its own way. Because, if it wasn’t clear enough, all of you are in Hell.

Sharp teeth chattering, long tails thumping in anxiety, and sheepish whimpers, the atmosphere in what could be a beautiful place is filled with layers of dread and fear. You sit in your chair, right hand brought to your lips, while slowly peeling the layers of chipped skin off your lips, the light sweater you wore in the morning feeling as heavy as a weighted blanket. Flicking away the loose pieces to the floor a few inches away from your fuzzy teddy bear slippers, you slink further into your seat with thoughts of what could possibly come next weighing you down.

You wanted it. Correction. You still want it, even when the soft jazz playing from the speakers barely masks the distant screams and screeches that echo throughout the many halls and floors in the building. So desperate to have your need fulfilled you would even beg a devil, the devil, for even an ounce of that fulfillment.

So, when a siren with beautiful wings adorned with brown speckled feathers calls your name, you answer with a squeak and scramble to meet them in the corridor of one of the halls where they wait patiently for you with a kind smile on their face. The creature’s feathers ruffle as it elegantly struts down the bright corridor, passing various framed artworks and accolades, a file folder nestled under the crook of its left wing. Too deep in your mind, nitpicking at your outfit choice and squeaky voice whenever you answer the siren’s small talk, you fail to even notice that it isn’t the usual demon who is walking you to their office.

And the office, matte black large double doors that seem to aggrandize the more you stare at it, seems to you the most daunting thing you’ve ever experienced, dreading what’s on the other side of the doors. The doors automatically swing open when the siren approaches, and a rich puff of aroma fills your senses – strongly smoked tea leaves, spices, and aged tannin from the great oak trees you spent your vacations under during summer camps. Immersive, sultry, powerful…frightening.

The creature beckons you to follow them inside, the doors slamming shut when you enter the threshold. If you were dreading the office's interior - perhaps a grotesque chamber too scary to imagine, then the reality only confuses you. Plush gray Persian rug you’re too scared to step on, mahogany desk sitting at the end of the room, a large fish tank built into one of the walls big enough to hold a shark. It would look like a standard luxury CEO office if it weren’t for the shelves of trinkets from collectible matchbooks to eyeless Sylvanian Family figures to mysterious chained and muffled floating orbs that stand behind the desk.

Taking a seat in front of the desk, you watch the siren slowly stalk behind the desk, perching itself in the leather executive chair to rifle through the files with its back turned towards you. Your hands find each other in your lap, folded together, the right thumb twiddling with the left. It is awfully quiet, and the atmosphere is just as bad as it was in the lounge. No part of you wants to spark a conversation, afraid that the slightest conversation error could send you on a one-way ticket into the depths of hell. Does their boss know they are sitting in their boss’ seat?

However, when the leather chair turns around, you see a man frowning at what you assume to be your file – your attendant long gone. He flicks away his remaining brown feathers, letting his disguise dissipate into thin air while craning his head to the left and right to stretch his neck. A tri-toned nameplate appears at the front of his messy desk, deep burgundy red with a black center dark enough that you could mistake it for a void. Written in gold is the name “Yoon Jeonghan,” and in a smaller font underneath is his official title.

The devil, as the plate reads, cocks an eyebrow at you through his long curtain bangs, causing you to take a craven stance – wincing and lowering your head so you don’t meet his eyes. Taking a page out of the file, he presses it against the desk and slides the page towards you, twisting it with his long nimble fingers in one smooth motion so the words face you upright.

“You summoned me via a crocheted sweater, a three-year-old three-wick seasonal autumnal candle that smells like pumpkin pie, and a tiny crushed packet of Prince Noodles you found at the back of your snack cabinet?” His voice is light and airy, but the terrifying smoothness and the seemingly innocuous nature of his tone only deceive the listener – he is a creature filled with malice and iniquity.

Slamming his palm against the table, he drags the page towards himself, creasing it with the strength and anger he exerts. The slapping sound causes you to flinch, and your eyes continue to stay trained on your lap, the shrill sound of the slap still ringing in your ears.

“Look at me,” he commands you in a low tone, a voice dipped in a thick vat of bubbling tar. “Summoning me with trash? Do I look like a joke to you?”

Scared you might combust into flames the moment you look at him, yet too scared to defy his command, you slowly lift your head to look at the man sitting across from you for the first time.

If his verbal command isn’t enough to evoke fear in the most draconian demons, perhaps his physical properties - his presence and his chiseled facial structure - command creatures differently. Dark brown eyes and thin-lipped, bottom lip slick and catching the light after he runs his tongue over it while scoffing at you, you have to admit the devil is strikingly handsome in his features. Pure sybarite from the decoration of his office to the decorations he wears, he outfits himself in leather garb. Fashionable thick leather blazer with a belt cinched around the waist, a silver chain dangles around his neck, sparkling in hues of red. And the horns that sit at the top of his head, dark crimson red with the shine of the waxy Red Delicious apples that stack in a pyramid under bright supermarket lights. Elephant tusk-like: thick, curved, and blunt. You wonder what it would feel like if he…

He appears before you in an instant, sitting at the edge of his desk, leaning over, and sandwiching you between his towering frame and the back of your chair. With an apparent smirk on his face, he enjoys watching you practically whimper underneath him, trembling in your seat. Irises expanding in size at exponential speeds is a clear tell, a giveaway of your need for him.

“You’re scared of me.” He points out with much effrontery while cocking his head, his face a mere few inches away from yours. He leans back with his arms crossed, planting himself firmly against his desk. “But you’re the one who summoned me, wanting to make a deal with me, right? So, no matter how scared you are of me, you’re still the boss and I’m your contract worker.”

“Contract worker?”

You can’t believe his words. He is agreeing to your stupid little request that you thought could never be fulfilled. Summoning a demon? Summoning the devil? It sounds like a quirky group activity to do at middle school sleepovers.

“You mean why did I agree to your request?”

You quickly nod your head in response.

“I’m a man with needs. And you’re a little angel who was brave enough to offer me a deal. It’s an obscene request that nobody of your kind has offered me for centuries - although, the last one perished with my touch…but you wouldn’t lie to me, right? Sweetheart?” He almost bats his long eyelashes with the pet name, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

The scene shifts almost theatrically – morphing from Jeonghan’s office to the tiny bedroom you were in about an hour ago. It seems real. All of it. The same putrid orange floorboards with dark knots that look like stains, hanging on the wall is a single bronze circular mirror your navy curtains slap against when the wind blows. You’re sitting in the middle of your bed, the old lumpy mattress you’ve been using since elementary school covered with the white checkered duvet set you found for free on some second-hand site. On the floor by the foot of the bed is a tiny space you made by pushing your jackets and plastic bags away, saved for summoning Jeonghan. Now, all that is left is soot, the Prince Noodles wrapper, and a now-stretched hand-made sweater.

Fucker. He is keeping the candle.

“It’s your first time so I can make you feel more comfortable – play on your turf. But the question is, can you take it? Can you take all of me? We can break it down into several sessions.” His suggestive tone is almost warmhearted. It almost makes you forget this is the first time you’ve met him. 

This situation would be laughable if it weren’t for the fact that you’re talking to the devil. You don’t know if he’s the type to laugh at bad jokes, but you weren’t going to test your hypothesis. 

“No,” you tell him. There’s only one thing on your mind. “One time.”

“You don’t realize what ‘all at once’ means, do you?”

Granted, if this were any other day with any other person, you would’ve faltered when this type of question kisses your ears. Doe-eyed, you watch him while sitting at the edge of your bed, a tiny nod in motion that makes him smile at you. The outer corners of his eyes crinkle, and he almost seems like a college boyfriend-esque type visiting your room for the first time - kind and patient, yet filled with corrupt thoughts.

He takes a seat next to you and proceeds to unbuckle the belt that cinches his waist. You’re too shy to stare at him while he undresses, but you can hear very clearly his garments hitting the floor one after another. The end of soft thuds and crinkles and a cool touch that turns your face to his, he holds your face in the palm of his right hand. So tender, yet his intentions are clearly laid out in the open.

“Why don’t you show me what pretty outfit you’re hiding underneath your sweater so I can show you what I mean?” his voice low, sending vibrations down to your core.

What you reveal underneath is a dainty two-piece. Thin lavender silk trim and clear organza with embroidered pastel flower details accentuate the cups that cover your breasts. The bottom matches the top, pulled high to your waistline. He hisses, forked tongue appearing for a split second before disappearing again.

“Contrary to what humans believe,” he mutters while holding one of your hands in his. “Angels don’t exist in this world. But at this moment…” He pushes a strand of hair away from your face, a subtle yet intimate gesture. He’s doing his best to prepare you for the worst without scaring you off, and you can’t help but to cling to him and seek refuge in his assuagement. “You’re the only Angel in front of me.”

Now you can see them more clearly. Dark brown eyes with bright specks of gold only a mere few inches away from yours. It makes you wonder how someone as beautiful as he can become the Devil. But he leaves no time for you to spare as he dips and plants his lips against yours. And you reciprocate with ardor, leaning back onto the bed as he changes his position so he is hovering, towering above you. His kisses are slow, focusing on making you feel good. Supple lips against your hot skin, he nips and licks at your flesh, leaving discolored hues of claret and magenta, him ravaging your untouched purity. And he takes the lead, grabbing your hands so they hug his neck so you can press him closer to you when you feel like it.

And you do. It excites you when learning how your body automatically reacts to him in need and lust: pulling him into your chest while feeling his soft skin rub against your lingerie, speeding up your kisses, and whining when you want more. He only smirks when he pulls away, looking at you from above and seeing your plump swollen lips and sexual frustration scintillating in your eyes. Your first hickeys on your neck and chest look like the beginnings of the first fallen leaves in the suburbs during Autumn. And you feel him grow against your core, a firm ball that waits to be unleashed with its owner’s command.

“Will my Angel be good for me?” He looks up at you while he traces the dainty straps that wrap around your skin, his pointer finger swirling around the yellow intricate embroidered flower that barely covers your nipple. The tip of the finger flicks against your rosy bud, and the feeling sends vibrations and shivers straight to your core. “Yes or no?”

“Yes,” you barely manage to whisper. “I’ll be good.”

“Then I’ll make you feel good.”

He bends down to kiss you again, this time with more fervor as if to mitigate any of your worries or concerns. But, strangely enough, you don’t. What is left behind in the trek to his office is replaced with new feelings of greed that you desperately want to have fulfilled during your nights alone. And the man who kisses down your body, pleasing you and praising you for reacting so well to his touch, seems multifarious enough to fulfill everything you dreamed about in secret.

When he reaches your core, it’s already uncomfortably wet. He seems to pay no mind as he pries away the lily embroidery that covers your cunt, cool finger briefly brushing against your skin to reveal your tender flesh that throbs underneath his gaze. Jeonghan starts slowly, prying your thighs apart with both of his hands. Firm grip on your skin, you whimper when he frowns at you for trying to shy away. Then you feel his lips planting pecks along your left inner thigh, making his way to your slick. 

If the way he kisses you is nothing but a lust-filled way of overcoming his workload, stress, and greed, then the way he eats you out is the complete opposite. Yoon Jeonghan doesn’t dive in head first after pushing you into the deep end; he holds your hand while guiding you into the pool, letting you adjust to the temperature of the water before swimming after him. Laps you up with the flat side of his tongue, long licks around your inner folds and swirls your core like a whirlwind, Jeonghan tsks when you start to close your thighs around his head without thinking. While telling you to behave, the low growl making you almost come on the spot, he pries your thighs apart. 

Firm grip and fingers digging into your skin, the Devil presses his tongue against the area you often frequented yourself at night, never thinking the day would come when someone else is able to visit. Forked tongue draws a heart down your slick, zigzags, paddles, and swims in your juices. It feels like two tongues are working you at once, and it makes you come twice as fast, your fingers gripping the bed sheets and your body jolting upwards. Supple lips close around where you feel the most sensitive, and he eats you out in a way that tells you that you would never be able to experience something like this in the future - not with him and definitely not with anybody else.

“Aah-ah fuck Jeonghan.” You squirm while he keeps his pace, wet sounds from beneath you filling your little room while he cleans up your aftermath. “Want more.”

“Aww my little Angel wants more?” He temporarily detaches his face from your cunt, red swollen lips glistening and glossed with your cum, to smirk at you. “Why don’t you look at me and beg for it?”

But he’s meticulous with continuously making you feel good. In the absence of his tongue, he replaces the emptiness with his fingers. Rubbing your nub in between his thumb and pointer finger, the Devil uses his other hand to rub himself - his hands prepping his long and pink organ. It takes a choked sob emitting from your mouth and your eyes rolling to the back of your head before you can even begin to think about looking him in the eye. And when you finally look him dead in the eye and trail to his raging member while letting out what he thinks are the prettiest and most deceivingly innocent whines, he finally understands your cupidity. 

So he thrusts his digits in your core, your panties now magically disappearing when he could’ve shrugged them off ages ago. Two long fingers fill your virgin hole, he scissors them while feeling your warm flesh contrast in reaction to his cold skin. Pointer fingers hook around your spongy G-spot, and he uses it as a sort of pulley, pulling him into you while your stomach tightens and squeezes with every quiver of his finger. You feel yourself soak his fingers, running down into his palms. He catches every drop with his tongue, licking his hands clean and then moving on to your cunt as he continues to finger you thoroughly.

He pulls his fingers apart, creating an opening to stick his tongue in you. Tonguing you, he savors your sweetness, sucking and thrusting his tongue deeper into you while he slides his fingers in and out of you. He fills you up until he runs out of room. You feel so corrupted, never expecting any person to make you feel so dirty, disgusting, yet so well-handled at the same time. You lust for more, to feel more as he smirks against your sex and reaches his open hand upwards to grab your breast. It feels plush and soft when he kneads it in between his fingers. Simply flicking his thumb over your sensitive nub sends shockwaves down to your core, and he surfaces with your cum dripping down his chin.

“How are you feeling?” he asks you, briefly leaning upwards to catch your lips in his mouth. “Can you take more? That was just to warm you up. Are you ready for me?” he mumbles against your lips.

The taste of yourself sits prominently in his mouth. You can taste yourself as you exchange another kiss with him, slowly winding down from your high.

“I- I want to try more.” You hear yourself openly admitting while he leaves tiny pecks along your collarbone. “It felt good.”

“Just good?” He looks up at you in feigned confusion. “Come on honey, I didn’t fuck you dumb just yet. I’m pretty sure you’re smart enough to come up with better adjectives. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I don’t know how to describe it.” You gasp when he moves away from your cover to latch his lips around your nipple. “I cam- I think I came several times, but I’m still horny.” The last part comes out in a sort of whisper as if you’re afraid you would be caught by somebody if you ever admitted to being horny out loud.

“Mmm.” He groans with your tit in his mouth. “Mmf. Nothing wrong with being horny. And you did come. Several times…but are you ready to come more?”

“Yes.” You’re feeling more confident. “I’m ready for more.”

“Even if I have to tie you down?” He pushes himself up so he kneels in front of you. “I’m afraid your human body can’t take what I’m about to give you.”

“I want to try,” you reply. “‘All at once,’ remember?”

“Okay Angel.” He smiles, leaning over to put his hand behind your head to bring you upright. “All at once.”

Your face is so close to his body that you can smell the muskiness of his sex. Right in front of you is his member. It’s your first time seeing one this closely, red and stiff, and a tiny bead of precum that rolls off the tip. You wonder how it would feel in the palm of your hands, how you would be able to fit all of it in your mouth.

“Take a good look at it, Angel. Touch it or suck it if you want,” his voice is gentle yet mischievous. “Don’t be scared. I can guide you. Take your chances before I spend the rest of our time disappearing in your cunt.”

Hesitantly, you bring your lips closer to his tip, opening your mouth wide enough so your lips close around the head. It’s smooth like a cool cherry-flavored popsicle on a hot summer day, yet there’s a certain softness to the organ. You stare up at him with his head in your mouth, and he simply nods, thrusting forward a little to tell you that you can continue. 

A tiny lick causes him to flinch and then gasp, his eyes fluttering as you lick him again more confidently. He breathes out a groan when you place a hand on his waist while the other grabs his length. Closing your eyes, you hollow your cheeks and guide him in and out of your mouth, sucking and licking as you go. 

And the raging and tantalizing ache in him can’t help but to grow and extend along his erection, growing hot in his stomach as he looks down at you trying your best to suck his dick. It makes him feral knowing that he’s your first - the first to corrupt you, to coat your thick and swollen lips with your saliva and his precum, and to watch you as you clench your thighs while sucking him off. Just thinking about your request and actually seeing you try to fit him in your mouth without gagging intoxicates him and makes his mind fuzzy. But before he can begin to process his dick hitting the cold air, he feels your mouth latch around one of his testicles, gently sucking while your hand kneads the other, and your other hand continues to pump him in your mouth’s absence. 

This time, he sees you wide-eyed and staring right at him. And when your eyes roll to the back of your head, he immediately snaps and spasms - shooting white liquid all over the bed sheets. 

“Lay back down,” he demands. 

Repositioning himself over your naked body, he wipes away a few splatter marks on your face and reapplies it to your open lips. It’s hard to concentrate on the new salty taste when the Devil is staring intently into your eyes while his hands roam your body, touching and flicking. 

He asks you about punishments for making him come without warning - something about how he should prolong your virginity, a concept that you wanted him to take away. 

…it’s just a social construct used to belittle others, the contract states. But if anybody is going to take it away, then it has to be the Devil himself. 

“This might hurt a little,” he tells you. 

Invisible ropes drag your hands above your head and tie your thighs to your bed. Making sure you’re secure Jeonghan quips, “In case you try to run away.”

You can barely see what he’s doing from your angle. His dick is slowly becoming hard again, so you think he’s going to eat you out in the meantime. But nothing can prepare you for what comes next. 

It feels cold and warm, a long tubular shape slowly digging and nudging itself into your cunt. Yet, you don’t feel the same wetness you felt when he stuck his tongue in your cunt. The figure pulls in and out, sliding and squelching with every thrust. Your mouth drops open, letting tiny soundless exhales fall out of your mouth. A burning sensation builds up at the bottom of your stomach, causing you to lurch and struggle against your binds. Jeonghan only chuckles from underneath you, his face shrouded by his hair. It’s only when he pushes deep, causing you to yell his name when you realize the object he pushes into you. 

What fucks your cunt in a steady rhythm is the same crimson red, elephant-tusk-like horn that sits on top of Jeonghan’s head. He slightly turns his head so the thick and curved object hits you in the right spot, causing you to struggle, moan, and breathe heavily. 

“What a twisted angel,” Jeonghan grunts. “You didn’t think I would be able to read your thoughts? You didn’t think the Devil would be able to listen in on every single dirty thought that came across that pretty little head of yours?”

“Fuck. P-please Jeonghan,” you whine through gritted teeth. “Want your dick.” 

“No.” His tone is flat. “I’m not horny yet. Hearing you whine and mewl about how good I make you feel ”

“N-No,” you manage to say. “Can’t wh-whine if you’re choking me.”

Your invitation causes him to immediately pull out of you, therefore causing you to lurch forward with a gasp and fall back down when you’re stopped by your binds. It’s a lot clearer now, his wet red horn and the hair matted down by your juices. Still, there is nothing that could make the man in front of you become an eyesore. 

He’s objectifyingly beautiful - now not as downright terrifying as you thought him to be. Your little push of confidence, although a bit passive, goes a long way as he bends down once again to catch you between his lips, kissing you feverishly as his left hand slowly works its way to loop around your neck. 

It’s a new feeling, feeling the pressure of his palm against your neck. The pressure is light - not how Jeonghan would’ve liked to choke you, but enough so the concept doesn’t scare you away. Gently squeezing the sides of your esophagus, Jeonghan removes his lips from yours so he can see you clearly. Chin lifted up and your eyes glossed over, you seem to him to be needier than ever. He watches you as your struggle against his invisible binds, hips thrusting in the air. 

“Please Jeonghan.” You struggle against his hand. “Please. I’m ready. I’ve been ready. Please-”

“Beg.”

“Fuck,” you breathe out. “I’m begging. Please.”

He adds a little more pressure around your esophagus, making you struggle and almost come on the spot. “More.”

“W-want t-to see your pre- ah fuck pretty face lose its beauty when you bend over me while fucking me hard. I want you to be mean to me and pull my hair so my back arches while you pound into me from behind. Make my thighs quiver and tremble as my knees go red. Use me until I’m left with nothing but tears.”

“I can make you cry.” He lets go of your throat, tsk-ing at the fading soft pink imprint left behind on your skin. “But not in the way you described…You’ll be leaking from somewhere else, Angel.”

You breathe his words in like an airy aphrodisiac, filling your lungs and clouding your brain with blissful jubilation. But the tears. The tears fall when he slowly pushes into you, cooing and soothing you while you cling onto him, fingernails digging red welts into his bare back while you struggle to adjust to his size. The stinging pain feels like no other, but fuck does it feel good to have him inside you. 

Wrapping your legs around his waist, he bends over you and whispers in your ear, “Keep tightly clenching around me before I can properly fuck you and you’ll never be able to leave Hell. Understand?”

“Yes,” you reply, hissing when he pulls back.

Then he starts pushing slowly back into you, savoring how your walls etch and hug his ridges, savoring how your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head in response to your pleasure. Another thrust, faster this time. He plagues you with need, making you practically fuck him yourself by angling your legs on the bed so you can push yourself into him over and over again. He pinches your nipple in anger, but it only sends a lewd string of pain straight to your core. You find it pleasurable, your nerves heightened to a new level. 

So he puts his hands around your waist and tells you his name again - because that’s the only thing you’ll remember after he’s done with you. 

He ruts into you over and over again, harshly and quickly. The only sounds filling your tiny bedroom are your hiccups that complement the sound of his skin slapping against yours. Your whole body jerks and rocks with every thrust, your bed no longer standing in the same place, now slightly askew. He doesn’t even give you time to recover when you cum on his cock, your belly tightening, releasing, and then tightening again in a matter of a few seconds. 

“Whore,” he sneers. “Look at you, all fucked out underneath me. You can’t help but come multiple times, can you?”

He rubs your clit while pounding into you, watching you writhe in pleasure underneath him, very well unable to respond to his rhetorical question. 

“And you want me to pound into you from behind?” He mockingly laughs out loud. “All that talk but you can’t even form a word. Form a word then. Try forming a word before I cum.” 

But another wave swells in your abdomen, causing you to jerk forward in reaction. Your body feels sweaty and sore, but the pleasure rolls in waves - building in you and ejecting out of you like a consistent ebb and flow. Every single bite, flick, and word that comes out of him only breaks you even more. And you topple like a house of cards, reduced to nothing but his personal fucktoy. 

He chases his own orgasm when he feels like it, pushing into you deeply and thrusting one last time by hitting your walls so he can slowly milk his seed as he rolls his hips. And when he pulls out, he watches his liquid slowly collect at your entrance, threatening to spill out. Your body still twitches in his absence, your aftershocks squeezing and making his seed drip and run out of you. 

Your eyes are blurry, body is sore with tiny cartoonish stars floating and rotating above your head. You can’t expect the Devil to stay. He had done enough for you, more than you could ever imagine. It takes everything in you to bring yourself to whisper his name one last time before you feel him leave your side. 

On the floor where you summoned him is an invitation to summon him again:

Whenever you’re ready. He writes. I’ll make you crawl. -YJH, The Devil

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When looking for discounts, it’s important to verify the authenticity of the Eames Lounge Chair. Reproductions are common, and while some might be well-made, they do not hold the same value or craftsmanship as an original Herman Miller or Vitra-produced chair.

Here are some tips to help you ensure you’re buying the real deal:

Check for Branding: Authentic chairs will have a label or medallion from Herman Miller or Vitra, depending on the region.

Inspect the Materials: The original Eames Lounge Chair is made from premium materials such as molded plywood and high-grade leather. Pay attention to the craftsmanship.

Get Documentation: If purchasing pre-owned, ask for proof of authenticity or documentation of purchase from an authorized dealer.

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Leather sofa: The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Perfect Leather Sofa Set for Your Home

Leather sofa: With regards to choosing the ideal highlight for your front room, a cowhide couch set stands apart as an immortal and complex decision. Calfskin not just adds a bit of extravagance to any space.

However it likewise offers strength and solace that couple of different materials can coordinate. Notwithstanding, with such countless styles, varieties, and highlights to consider.  Picking the right calfskin couch set can be an overwhelming errand. In this aide, we'll investigate the critical variables to consider to assist you with pursuing an educated choice.

1. Leather sofa: Grasping the Sorts of Cowhide

the most vital phase in picking a calfskin couch set is understanding the various kinds of cowhide accessible. Cowhide quality fundamentally influences the look, feel, and life span of your couch.

• Full-Grain Cowhide: This is the greatest calfskin, known for its strength and regular appearance. It holds the conceals unique surface and fosters a rich patina over the long haul.

• Top-Grain Calfskin: Somewhat worse than full-grain, top-grain cowhide is sanded down to eliminate blemishes. It offers a smooth completion and is more reasonable while as yet being solid.

• Part Cowhide: This is produced using the lower layers of the stow away. It's less tough and not unexpected utilized related to engineered materials. While less expensive, it doesn't mature as well as greater cowhides.

2.Choosing the Right Style

Leather sofa sets show up in different styles to suit different inclinations and internal parts. Coming up next are several popular decisions:

• Mid-Century Present day: Featuring clean lines, fixed legs. And a moderate arrangement, this style is unmistakably appropriate for the people who incline in the direction of a more contemporary look. • Sectional: Ideal for greater spaces, sectional sofas offer satisfactory seating and can be set up in various ways to oblige your family room plan.

• Seat Sofa: For outrageous comfort, consider a calfskin seat lounge chair set. This style solidifies luxury with convenience, making it ideal for film nights or loosening up.

3. Leather sofa: Considering the Assortment

while standard calfskin sofas much of the time come in shades of brown, the current market offers a wide bunch of assortments to suit any style.

• Excellent Hearty varieties: Rich gritty tones and tans give a warm, inviting feel and are adequately adaptable to blend in with most inside styles

• Extraordinary Blacks: A dim cowhide lounge chair adds a smooth. current touch and facilitates well with contemporary or present day plans On the off chance that you want to say something, pick a striking assortment like red, blue, or green. These colors can change it up and transformed into the mark of combination of your room.

• Seat Significance: A more significant seat is ideal for unwinding, while a shallower seat is better for upstanding sitting. Test the lounge chair to see what feels significantly better for you.

• Cushion Fill: High-thickness foam cushions offer firm assistance, while down-filled cushions offer a gentler, more luxurious feel. A couple lounge chairs combine both for a nice comfort level.

• Size and Scale: Assurance the love seat obliges your space without overwhelming it. Measure your room and ponder the sofa's angles equivalent to different decorations.

4 Backing and Care

Calfskin sofas are by and large easy to truly zero in on, but they genuinely require an upkeep to keep them putting the best version of themselves forward.

• Typical Cleaning: Buildup and vacuum the lounge chair without fail to hold soil back from dying down into the calfskin. Use a soaked material to wipe away spills rapidly.

• Avoid Direct Sunshine: Postponed receptiveness to light can make the cowhide obscure and break. Position your lounge chair away from direct sunshine or use window prescriptions to shield it.

5. Monetary arrangement Thoughts

a leather sofa set love seat set is an endeavor, so balancing quality with your spending plan is critical. While full-grain calfskin is more exorbitant, it justifies the cost for its sturdiness and ever-enduring appeal.

In case you're on an all the more close spending plan, ponder top-grain or split cowhide decisions, yet have some familiarity with the tradeoffs in life length and appearance.

6. Where to Buy

When buying a leather sofa set, be sure to choose a trustworthy retailer that provides a warranty and a fair return policy. Contemplate visiting a showcase region to test the lounge chair's comfort and quality up close and personal, or read reviews if you're shopping on the web.

A leather sofa set can be a stunning development to your home, offering comfort, strength, and a sprinkle of luxury. By sorting out the sorts of calfskin, picking the right style, assortment, and size, and staying aware of it fittingly.

You can participate in your cowhide sofa for a seriously lengthy timespan into what's to come. Whether you opt for a classic Chesterfield or a modern sectional, your choice of a leather sofa will undoubtedly enhance the style of your living space.

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Charles Eames Chair Replica

Introduction

The Charles Eames chair from Stylofurniture represents the fusion of classic design and modern craftsmanship. This replica pays homage to designer Charles Eames, known for his striking work in mid-century  furniture, and captures the spirit of his  creations. Eames's work is praised for its combination of beauty and practicality.  Stylofurniture replicas offer chic, affordable style while preserving the essence of the famous Eames design without compromising on quality.

Design and Aesthetics

The Stylofurniture Charles Eames Copy Chair  represents the sustainable style of modern design. It has original, small lines that play an important role in different interior styles, from high-end to modern designs. The chair features a contoured shell designed to reflect Eames' innovative approach to materials and construction. The scaled-down shell is designed to provide ergonomic support while maintaining an elegant profile.

The upholstery selection in this example was made to capture the beautiful feel of the original. Available in quality leather or faux leather, the chair is comfortable and durable. Leather options include timeless colors such as black, black and white, while fabrics offer a variety of styles and colors. This type allows you to choose a chair that suits your personal needs.

Materials and Craftsmanship

The highlight of the Stylofurniture Charles Eames Chair  is its commitment to high-quality materials and workmanship. The seat shell of the chair is made of laminated panel with a rich metal finish that enhances the visual quality and stability of the structure.

The chair seat is made of aluminum alloy, which provides a good and strong base. The metal parts are carefully processed to be durable and look good. Each chair undergoes rigorous inspection to meet Stylofurniture's quality standards, ensuring that every detail is perfectly crafted.

Comfort and Ergonomics 

The Stylofurniture Charles Eames Armchair is an attractive example, but it does not compromise on comfort. The chair has been designed with ergonomics in mind, providing excellent posture support and a comfortable seating experience. The full shell conforms to the  natural contours of the body, providing space to sit and relax.

The cushions are upholstered with high-density foam, offering a plush yet supportive feel. The easy-to-touch closure ensures the chair remains comfortable even during extended use. Whether used for reading, working, or relaxing, the chair provides an ideal balance of comfort and style.

Versatility and Applications

The Stylofurniture Charles Eames Chair replica is highly versatile, making it suitable for a wide range of settings. Its modern design makes it an excellent choice for contemporary living rooms, where it can act as a standout piece that enhances the space’s overall aesthetic. In a home office or study, the chair adds a touch of sophistication while offering a comfortable and supportive seating option.

The chair is also well-suited for commercial environments such as waiting areas, reception lounges, or executive offices. Its timeless design and durable construction make it a stylish and functional choice for professional settings. Customizable upholstery allows businesses to align the chair with their branding and décor, ensuring a cohesive and polished look.

Affordability and Value

One of the most attractive aspects of the Stylofurniture Charles Eames Chair replica is its affordability. While authentic Eames chairs can be quite expensive, Stylofurniture offers a high-quality replica at a more accessible price point. This allows a broader audience to enjoy the elegance and comfort of Eames’s design without a substantial financial commitment.

Despite its lower cost, the Stylofurniture replica maintains high standards of quality. The use of premium materials and attention to detail ensure that the chair offers significant value for money. It provides the same timeless design and comfort as the original, making it a valuable investment for anyone looking to enhance their home or office with mid-century modern style.

Sustainability and Environmental Considerations

Stylofurniture is committed to sustainability and environmental responsibility. The company takes care to source materials and employ manufacturing processes that minimize environmental impact. The plywood used in the chair’s construction comes from responsibly managed forests, meeting high environmental standards.

The production process is designed to reduce waste and energy consumption, reflecting Stylofurniture’s dedication to eco-friendly practices. By choosing the Stylofurniture Charles Eames Chair replica, you are not only acquiring a beautiful piece of furniture but also supporting environmentally responsible practices.

Customer Experience and Satisfaction

Stylofurniture is committed to providing an exceptional customer experience. From the initial order to the delivery of the chair, the company ensures high levels of service. Each chair is carefully packaged to prevent damage during shipping, and the delivery process is streamlined for convenience.

In addition to the quality of the product, Stylofurniture offers excellent customer support. The team is available to address any questions or concerns, providing assistance as needed. This dedication to customer satisfaction ensures that you can enjoy your Charles Eames Chair replica with confidence.

Conclusion

The Charles Eames chair from Stylofurniture is a beautiful piece of furniture that combines contemporary design with modern craftsmanship. Its elegant lines, high-quality materials and exceptional quality make it a striking feature in any room. Whether you're renovating your home or office, this replica offers an affordable and stylish take on the original Eames style.

With its versatility, durability, and commitment to sustainability, the Stylofurniture Charles Eames Chair replica represents an investment that delivers lasting value. By choosing this chair, you embrace a piece of design history while enjoying contemporary craftsmanship and affordability. Elevate your space with the sophistication and comfort of the Charles Eames Chair replica, experiencing a perfect blend of classic elegance and modern luxury.

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Luxurious Comfort: Exploring Different Designs Of The Leather Sofa Set

Choosing a leather sofa set is a significant investment in both style and comfort for your living space. Leather sofas are renowned for their durability, elegance, and timeless appeal. Whether you're furnishing a traditional home or a modern apartment, there are various designs of leather sofa sets to suit every taste and décor. Here’s a comprehensive guide to help you explore the different designs available.

Classic Designs

Chesterfield Sofa The Chesterfield sofa is a quintessential classic with its distinctive deep button-tufted upholstery and rolled arms. It exudes elegance and sophistication, making it a timeless choice for traditional and vintage-inspired interiors.

Lawson Sofa The Lawson sofa features a simple and understated design with square or rolled arms that are lower than the back. It offers a comfortable and relaxed seating experience, making it versatile for various interior styles.

Modern Designs

Mid-Century Modern Sofa Mid-century modern sofas feature clean lines, minimalistic designs, and tapered legs. They often incorporate leather upholstery in bold colours or neutral tones, adding a sleek and contemporary touch to any living room.

Sectional Sofa Sectional leather sofas are popular in modern homes for their versatility and functionality. They can be configured in different shapes to fit various room layouts, offering ample seating and a stylish focal point.

Contemporary Designs

Sleek and Minimalist Sofa Contemporary leather sofas embrace sleek lines, geometric shapes, and minimalistic designs. They often feature low-profile designs with chrome or metal legs, creating a sophisticated and streamlined look.

Track Arm Sofa Track arm sofas have straight, narrow arms that run parallel to the sofa’s base. They offer a modern aesthetic and clean lines, making them ideal for contemporary interiors that value simplicity and elegance.

Recliner Designs

Reclining Sofa Reclining leather sofas combine comfort with functionality. They feature reclining mechanisms that allow you to adjust the backrest and footrest for optimal relaxation. Reclining sofas are perfect for home theatres and living rooms where comfort is paramount.

L-shaped Recliner Sofa L-shaped recliner sofas provide generous seating space and the convenience of reclining features. They are designed to maximise comfort while offering ample room for lounging and entertaining.

Designer and Customised Designs

Designer Leather Sofa Designer leather sofas showcase unique designs crafted by renowned furniture designers. They often feature innovative shapes, premium materials, and exquisite craftsmanship, adding a luxurious statement to any interior.

Customised Leather Sofa Customised leather sofas allow you to tailor the design, size, upholstery, and features according to your preferences. Whether you prefer traditional or contemporary styles, customisation ensures that your sofa complements your décor perfectly.

Tips for Choosing the Right Leather Sofa Set

Consider Your Space Measure your living room to determine the ideal sofa size and configuration. Consider factors like room layout, doorways, and existing furniture to ensure a perfect fit.

Quality of Leather Choose high-quality leather that is durable and easy to maintain. Full-grain and top-grain leathers are premium options known for their natural beauty and longevity.

Comfort and Support Test the sofa for comfort by sitting on it and evaluating the seat depth, cushion firmness, and back support. Ensure that the sofa provides adequate comfort for lounging and everyday use.

Colour and Finish Select a leather colour and finish that complements your interior décor. Leather sofas are available in a range of shades from classic browns and blacks to vibrant hues like navy blue and burgundy.

Budget Considerations Set a budget based on your preferences and needs. Leather sofas vary in price depending on the quality of leather, design complexity, and brand. Invest in a sofa that offers value for money and enhances your living space.

Exploring the different designs of leather sofa sets allows you to find a piece of furniture that not only meets your practical needs but also enhances the aesthetic appeal of your home. Whether you prefer classic elegance, modern minimalism, or customised luxury, there’s a leather sofa set that suits your style. Happy sofa hunting!

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When considering furniture for your home or office, understanding the differences between modern and contemporary styles can help you make a more informed choice. Here’s a detailed comparison of the two, along with how ARV Furniture caters to these styles:

Modern Furniture Characteristics:

Origins: Rooted in the early to mid-20th century, particularly from the 1920s to the 1950s. Design Philosophy: Focuses on simplicity, functionality, and minimalism. Often influenced by the Bauhaus movement and Scandinavian design. Materials: Natural materials like wood, leather, and linen, as well as industrial materials like steel and molded plastic, are used. Colors: Prefers neutral colors, such as black, white, and earth tones, sometimes accented with primary colors. Lines and Shapes: Features clean, straight lines and geometric shapes with minimal ornamentation. Examples:

Mid-century modern pieces like the Eames Lounge Chair or the Barcelona Chair. Simple wooden dining tables with tapered legs. Contemporary Furniture Characteristics:

Origins: Evolving from the late 20th century to the present day, reflecting current design trends. Design Philosophy: Emphasizes fluidity and change, often incorporating elements from various styles and periods. Materials: Combines traditional materials like wood and stone with modern materials such as glass, metal, and plastics. Colors: Uses a broader color palette, including neutrals and bold, vibrant hues. Often employs contrasting colors to create a striking effect. Lines and Shapes: Blends clean lines with more organic, curvilinear shapes. Flexibility and adaptability are key. Examples:

Sleek sofas with unconventional shapes and bold colors. Glass coffee tables with metal frames. ARV Furniture’s Offerings Modern Furniture at ARV:

Design: ARV Furniture offers pieces that showcase the hallmark simplicity and elegance of modern design. Expect to find furniture with clean lines and practical, functional forms. Materials: Look for items made with quality natural woods, leather, and industrial materials like steel. Examples: Minimalist wooden bed frames, classic leather armchairs, and streamlined office desks. Contemporary Furniture at ARV:

Design: ARV's contemporary range is versatile and often updated to reflect current trends. This includes pieces that blend traditional and modern elements seamlessly. Materials: A mix of innovative materials such as tempered glass, metal, and engineered wood, often combined in unique ways. Examples: Chic sectional sofas with bold fabrics, multifunctional storage units, and avant-garde lighting fixtures. Making the Choice When choosing between modern and contemporary furniture from ARV, consider the following:

Aesthetic Preference: If you appreciate timeless design and simplicity, modern furniture is likely a better fit. If you enjoy current trends and a dynamic mix of styles, contemporary might be more suitable. Functionality: Modern furniture is often designed with functionality in mind, which makes it ideal for practical and efficient spaces. Contemporary furniture, while also functional, often emphasizes aesthetic innovation and adaptability. Space: Consider the space where the furniture will be placed. Modern pieces can create a calm, orderly environment, whereas contemporary pieces can add a vibrant, stylish touch. Conclusion Both modern and contemporary furniture styles offer distinct advantages and can enhance your living or working space in different ways. ARV Furniture provides a diverse range of both styles, ensuring you can find pieces that align with your taste and functional needs. Whether you lean towards the timeless appeal of modern design or the ever-evolving trends of contemporary furniture, ARV Furniture has something to suit every preference.

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Exploring the Allure of the Eames Lounge Chair Dupe: Style and Comfort at an Affordable Price

What exactly is an Eames Lounge Chair dupe? Essentially, it's a replica or homage to the iconic design, crafted with similar materials and proportions but offered at a fraction of the cost. While some may argue that nothing can quite match the quality and craftsmanship of the original, these dupes aim to provide an affordable option that still delivers on style and comfort.

One of the key appeals of the Eames Lounge Chair dupe is its accessibility. With prices significantly lower than the authentic version, it allows design enthusiasts on a budget to bring a touch of mid-century elegance into their homes. Whether you're furnishing a living room, study, or office space, the dupe offers a chic seating solution without breaking the bank.

Despite the lower price point, many Eames Lounge Chair dupes maintain a high standard of quality. From premium leather upholstery to meticulously crafted wood veneers, these replicas strive to emulate the look and feel of the original design. While there may be slight variations in materials or construction, the overall aesthetic remains faithful to the iconic silhouette that has captivated design aficionados for decades.

Beyond aesthetics, comfort is paramount when it comes to lounge chairs, and the Eames Lounge Chair dupe does not disappoint. With its ergonomic design and plush cushioning, it provides a cozy spot for relaxation and unwinding after a long day. Whether you're curling up with a good book or enjoying a leisurely afternoon nap, the dupe offers the same level of comfort and support as its more expensive counterpart.

In addition to affordability and comfort, Eames Lounge Chair Replica the Eames Lounge Chair dupe also offers versatility in terms of design and customization. While the classic black leather and walnut combination remains a popular choice, many replicas come in a variety of colors and finishes to suit different tastes and interiors. Whether you prefer a sleek and minimalist look or a pop of color to make a statement, there's a dupe out there to match your style preferences.

Of course, it's important to do your research and choose a reputable retailer when purchasing an Eames Lounge Chair dupe. While there are many options available on the market, not all replicas are created equal, and some may sacrifice quality for a lower price. Look for sellers who prioritize craftsmanship and authenticity, and don't be afraid to ask questions about materials, construction, and warranties before making a decision.

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Elevate Your Home Decor with Black Friday Living Room Chair Deals

This Black Friday, indulge in a world of elegant living room chairs that seamlessly blend style, comfort, and affordability. Our exclusive selection offers a perfect complement to your decor while making the most of this year's Black Friday living room chair deals.

Classic Elegance: Traditional Living Room Chairs

Crafted from premium oak and upholstered in sumptuous fabrics, these black Friday living room chairs deals exude sophistication and grace. The hand-carved details and rich wood finishes bring a touch of vintage allure to your space. The Regal Armchair, with intricate carvings and a plush cushion, adds a touch of regal splendor to your living room. Alternatively, the Chesterfield Wingback Chair combines button-tufted upholstery with oak legs for timeless elegance.

Contemporary Comfort: Modern Living Room Chairs

Designed to complement today's interiors, our modern black Friday living room chairs feature clean lines, bold shapes, and a fusion of oak and metal accents. The Barcelona Lounge Chair combines a sleek oak frame with luxurious leather upholstery, offering a contemporary twist on mid-century design. The Enzo Swivel Chair is unparalleled in style and comfort, featuring a 360-degree swivel base, plush cushioning, and oak veneer accents.

Recliners: Unwind in Luxury

Invest in a recliner that becomes your go-to spot for relaxation. The Jasper Recliner, crafted with the finest oak and leather upholstery, offers exceptional lumbar support for long evenings of unwinding. Alternatively, the Massaging Recliner provides the ultimate relaxation experience with a massage feature, heated seat, and oak accents. Explore our Black Friday sale, and elevate your home decor with substantial savings. Don't miss this limited-time opportunity to enhance your living space with enduring quality and comfort.

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Upgrade Your Dining Space with these 10 Essential Statement Chairs

A dining room is one of the most important parts of any home. It’s the place where families and friends come together to share a meal, celebrate special occasions, or simply enjoy each other's company. While dining tables remain the centerpiece of any custom-made dining room, it's the chairs where comfort and style meet. In this blog, we will showcase 10 essential statement chairs that can help upgrade your dining space and make it stand out.

Eames Molded Plastic Chair:

This chair has long been a classic and continues to be a popular choice for families and designers. With its clean, simple lines and lightweight design, the Eames Molded Plastic Chair is both stylish and practical. The chair comes in a variety of colors and can be paired with any style of dining table.

Wishbone Chair:

The Wishbone Chair is an iconic piece of furniture designed by Hans J. Wegner. With its curvaceous, organic shape and woven seat, this chair adds warmth and texture to any dining space. The chair is available in a range of finishes, from natural wood to bright, bold colors.

Saarinen Tulip Armchair:

The Saarinen Tulip Armchair is a classic example of mid-century modern design. With its pedestal base and sleek, sculptural lines, this chair adds a lot of character to any dining room. The chair is available in a range of fabrics and colors, making it perfect for any style of dining space.

Beetle Dining Chair:

Designed by GamFratesi, the Beetle Dining Chair is a modern take on the classic upholstered dining chair. With its curved, beetle-like shape and rich, textured upholstery, this chair adds a touch of luxury and comfort to any dining space. The chair is available in a range of fabrics, from velvet to leather.

LEM Piston Stool:

The LEM Piston Stool is a versatile bar stool that can be used as a dining chair. With its sleek, minimalist design and swiveling seat, this chair is perfect for modern dining spaces. The chair is available in a range of colors and finishes, from stainless steel to matte black.

Ch25 Lounge Chair:

The Ch25 Lounge Chair, designed by Hans J. Wegner, is a classic example of Danish design. With its gently curved frame and woven cane seat, this chair adds warmth and texture to any dining space. The chair is available in a range of finishes, from natural wood to bright, bold colors.

Splay-Leg Table & Chairs:

The Splay-Leg Table & Chairs were designed by George Nakashima and are the perfect choice for those looking for a modern and rustic design. With its gently curved, splayed legs and natural wood finish, this table and chair set adds warmth and character to any dining space.

Panton Chair:

The Panton Chair is a classic piece of furniture designed by Verner Panton. With its organic, flowing shape and vibrant, bold colors, this chair adds a lot of personality and style to any dining space. The chair is available in a range of colors, from bright pink to deep blue. 

CH24 Wishbone Chair:

The CH24 Wishbone Chair is another classic design by Hans J. Wegner. With its curved backrest and woven seat, this chair is both comfortable and stylish. The chair comes in a variety of colors and finishes, making it perfect for any style of dining space.

Bertoia Diamond Chair:

The Bertoia Diamond Chair is a classic piece of furniture designed by Harry Bertoia. With its sculptural, wire frame and soft seat pad, this chair adds a lot of visual interest and texture to any dining space. The chair is available in a range of finishes, from polished chrome to matte black.

Choosing the right dining chairs for your home can be a daunting task. With a bit of help from professional interior designers in Trivandrum you can manage it with great ease.  Now, referring to this list of 10 essential statement chairs can also go a long way in getting the desired results. From classic mid-century modern designs to more modern takes on the upholstered dining chair, there is something for every style of dining space. These chairs not only provide comfort but also add a touch of personality to the dining room. It's the time to up the game of your dining space and make mealtime a stylish affair.  

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THOUGHTFUL AND STYLISH FURNITURE GIFTS FOR FATHER'S DAY: ELEVATE YOUR DAD'S LIVING SPACE IN STYLE!

Father's Day is just around the corner, and what better way to celebrate the special men in our lives than by surprising them with a thoughtful and stylish gift? This year, why not go beyond the usual tie or wallet and consider something truly exceptional? In this blog post, we'll explore a range of furniture gifts  that will not only elevate your dad's living space but also reflect his unique personality and style. From sleek and modern designs to cosy and comfortable options, we've got you covered. Let's dive in!

Recliner Heaven:  If your dad enjoys kicking back and relaxing after a long day, a luxurious recliner is a perfect gift for him. Whether he loves watching sports, reading a good book, or simply taking a nap, a recliner will provide him with the ultimate comfort. Look for one with plush cushioning, adjustable features, and premium upholstery that complements his existing décor. With a recliner, your dad can unwind in style, making every moment his oasis.

Stylish Entertainment Centre: For the tech-savvy dad who enjoys movie nights or gaming sessions, a sleek and modern entertainment centre will undoubtedly be a showstopper. Opt for a TV or Plasma unit that combines functionality with a trendy design. Look for ample storage space for all his gadgets and accessories, integrated cable management, and a minimalist aesthetic that adds a touch of sophistication to any room. With an entertainment centre that caters to his entertainment needs, your dad will have a dedicated space to enjoy his favourite pastimes.

Timeless Leather Sofa: If your dad appreciates classic elegance and timeless charm, a leather sofa is a gift that will make a lasting impression. Choose a high-quality, top-grain leather sofa  that exudes refinement and comfort. Earthy tones like rich browns or deep blacks  are versatile choices that effortlessly blend with any interior style. With a leather sofa as the centrepiece of his living room, your dad can entertain guests, relax with the family, or simply enjoy a quiet evening in unparalleled comfort and style.

Elegant Dining Room Furniture: Upgrade your dad's dining experience  with a stylish and functional dining room set. Look for a table and chairs  that reflect his taste, whether it's a sleek modern design or a more traditional look. Consider the size of his dining space and opt for a set that accommodates his needs, whether he prefers intimate dinners or hosting larger gatherings. With a beautiful dining room set, your dad can create memorable moments while enjoying delicious meals with family and friends.

Cozy Sofa Suite: If your dad values comfort and relaxation above all else, a cosy sofa suite will make his day. Look for a set that includes a plush sofa and matching armchairs, providing ample seating for everyone. Consider fabrics like soft polyester or durable linen, ensuring both comfort and longevity. Add extra touches like built-in cup holders, reclining features, or adjustable headrests for the ultimate lounging experience. With a cosy sofa suite, your dad can unwind and create lasting memories with loved ones.

Practical Home Office Upgrade: In the age of remote work and virtual meetings, a functional and stylish home office setup has become a necessity. Help your dad create a productive workspace with a sturdy desk, an ergonomic chair, and smart storage solutions. Look for a desk that offers ample surface area, built-in cable management, and storage drawers for his essentials. Pair it with an ergonomic chair  that provides optimal support and comfort, ensuring he stays focused and motivated throughout the workday.

Quirky Accent Chairs: For the dad who loves adding a touch of whimsy and personality to his space, consider surprising him with a pair of quirky accent chairs.  Opt for unique designs, bold colours, or interesting patterns that reflect his individuality. Whether he prefers mid-century modern aesthetics, industrial vibes, or eclectic styles, there's an accent chair out there that will speak to his taste. These eye-catching additions will not only provide extra seating but also become conversation starters during gatherings with friends and family.

There are a variety of furniture gifts that are perfect for celebrating Father's Day thoughtfully and stylishly. From luxurious recliners for ultimate relaxation to sleek entertainment centres for the tech-savvy dad, there are options to suit every taste and preference. A timeless leather sofa adds elegance and charm to any living room, while a stylish dining room set enhances the dining experience. For those who prioritize comfort, a cosy sofa suite provides ample seating and relaxation. Creating a practical and stylish home office setup is essential in today's remote work environment. Lastly, for dads with a unique sense of style, quirky accent chairs add a touch of whimsy and personality to their living space. By considering these exceptional furniture gifts, you can show your dad how much he means to you and make this Father's Day truly memorable.

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Different things the Black Dining Chairs

Black chairs can be made from a variety of materials, including wood, metal, plastic, leather, and fabric. Each material has its own unique benefits and drawbacks, so it's important to choose one that go there suits your needs and preferences.

Wooden black chairs are a popular choice for dining rooms and kitchens, as they add warmth and natural beauty to the space. They can come in a variety of finishes, from matte black to glossy black lacquer, and can be paired with a range of upholstery materials for added comfort.

Metal black chairs are a great option for modern and industrial settings, as they offer a sleek and minimalist appearance. They are often lightweight and durable, making them a practical choice for outdoor spaces as well.

Plastic black chairs are a popular choice for outdoor and casual settings, as they are lightweight, easy to clean, and affordable. They can be molded into a variety of shapes and styles, making them a versatile option for any space.

Leather black chairs are a luxurious and comfortable option for offices and living rooms. They offer a classic and sophisticated appearance, and can come in a range of styles from traditional to modern.

Fabric black chairs are a great choice for adding texture and softness to a space. They can come in a variety of patterns and colors, and can be paired with other upholstery materials for added comfort.

Style

The style of black chair you choose can have a significant impact on the overall look and feel of the space. From traditional to modern, there are a wide variety of styles to choose from.

Traditional black chairs often feature ornate details and embellishments, such as carved wood or tufted upholstery. They are often used in formal settings, such as dining rooms or libraries.

Modern black chairs, on the other hand, feature clean lines and a minimalist aesthetic. They are often made from metal or plastic and can be used in a variety of settings, from offices to outdoor spaces.

Mid-century modern black chairs are a popular choice for those who want a retro look. They feature sleek lines and often incorporate natural materials, such as wood or leather.

Size

The size of the black chair you choose should be based on the space it will be used in, as well as the size of the people who will be using it. Dining chairs, for example, should be able to comfortably accommodate the size and weight of the person sitting in them.

Comfort

Comfort is an important consideration when choosing a black chair. Chairs that will be used for long periods of time, such as office chairs or lounge chairs, should be designed with ergonomics in mind to prevent discomfort and fatigue. The design of the chair can also affect comfort. Chairs with a high backrest and armrests, for example, can provide added support and comfort for the user.

[thehistoryvintageantiques]

#34 vintage danish leather sofa

Stouby Leather sofa

Denmark 1970s

A very nice Stouby, mid-century modern, leather sofa. Upholstered in cocoa brown, rich full-grain leather.

200L x 80Deep x 75 High.

Seat Height: 40cm

[sanjoongie]

Burn the World

😈Submission for @flurrys-creativity​ Supernatural Event. Your 666 followers is deserved hahahhaa 😈Pairing: Ateez, Kang Yeosang x Reader (F) 😈Genre: Smut, demon au, supernatural au 😈Rating: 18+ MDNI 😈Warnings: blood, use of the occult, religious aspects, sex (blowjob, penetrative sex, Yeosang huge dick, stomach bulge, f receiving oral, dirty talk, cum eating, the air is an aphrodisiac in the second circle of hell, degradation kink, edging, master/sex slave dynamics, m and f orgasm) 😈Word Count: 5,598 (yeah.......) 😈Summary: As the leader of a cult, in an attempt to summon a demon to aid you in taking over the world, you utter a couple of words in Latin wrong and go from “let your powers enter me and make me powerful” to “let YOU enter my body and give me pleasure”. Kang Yeosang, a demon prince of the 2nd circle of Hell aka Lust, answers your summons. With blood sealing the contract, you have no option but to hope for the best and let the demon own your body.

The grand ballroom that had been converted into a temporary summoning room was ready. The pentagram had been drawn with pitch-black sand. You were at its center, robes carefully drawn out of the way to not break the circle. Your disciples surrounded the circle and your followers made a spirally circle around them. 

The ancient book that you were to utter the spell from was made from leather of the skin of a witch, that much you knew from a few scrawling's in Olde English. The last time this spell had been attempted had been when the Vikings had invaded Britannia. You were not planning on failing like they had.

The chanting began, a soft lull that almost reminded you of the beehives cultivated by the church you had lived near as a child. You felt their energies gathering in the same spinning circle your followers had arranged themselves in. You raised your voice, speaking the ancient Latin text. Your tongue rolled the consonants and when the chanting had halted, you pulled the knife you planned on using for the blood pact. If you did not seal this offered contract to the demon who’s power you wanted to consume, then the demon would not be bound to you, and free to create havoc. It was you who wanted to be the one to burn the world.

Xxx

Yeosang lounged on his throne, barely bothering to conceal a yawn. There was an entire orgy playing out in front of him, but then again, when wasn’t there? As one of the princes of the second circle of hell, aka Lust, life was full of uncompleted orgasms and temptations. But Yeosang was bored this century--this millennium? He wasn’t sure how long he’d been down in hell without a break to the human world. It seemed like the human’s were losing their touch with the other realms. Yeosang sighed heavily. He was bored.

And then, mid-yawn, this time not concealed, a contract appeared before him. Yeosang tilted his head curiously, light eyes scanning the document. It was a summoning spell. Everything seemed to be in order but the confusing part was why did it appear in front of him? The request was full of the intent to take over the world but the final request--which was the most important part of the contract-- demanded that whatever demon signed this contract gave them pleasure.

San, a demon from the fourth circle, Greed, poof-ed by Yeosang’s side. His face was screwed up in confusion. ”I got this contract but I think it’s for you.”

Yeosang snatches the contract out of the air. “Are you sure? Could be fun.”

San smiled happily. “I think I’m gonna take a nap. This sounds like too much work.”

Yeosang waved away the demon of Greed. “Don’t sleep for too many decades.”

A quill zooms to Yeosang’s hand and he signs it with a flourish. The contract is complete. Yeosang looks down at his body, deciding perhaps he might dress to impress this human that had summoned him. He suspected their wording was a mistake but he was eager to see this human that looked on taking over the world and was instead about to experience the most pleasure their little body could ever imagine. 

Xxx

You stood there looking like an absolute buffoon. The spell hadn't worked. The air was tense, whether from the dark magic or from the expectations of both your disciples and your followers, that wasn’t clear. Blood dripped down your upraised hands onto the floor and for nothing. Your plan had not worked.

In a disgrace, you stormed out of the circle, your robes and slippered feet sweeping away the black sand of the circle. Murmurs rose behind you, questions were shouted but you avoided them all as you went back to your room and firmly locked the door. 

You tossed your cloak onto an armchair and strode to the balcony to gulp in some cool air. You were certain, certain, this would work. There had been no doubt in your mind nor heart. Your determination to take over this world and make it bend to your will has never wavered. You were sure a demon from the other realm would jump on the chance to aid you. Perhaps the demons had gotten lazy during the period in which no humans had summoned them. You were at a loss at what to do next.

You let out a loud, primal yell at the loss of the evening, and perhaps your lifelong plans, when a mocking chuckle made you turn back into your room. “You really should brush up on your Latin, human.” 

Your eyes are wide as you take in the creature before you. Dark horns curl along his dark hair, a few highlights perhaps suggesting there was good in him yet, or a trap for those unwary. His eyes were dark with lust and his lips plush. His face was statuesque and that body that was revealed through peekaboo clothing was beyond tempting.

You shook your head to clear your brain of the lust-cobwebs building there. “My Latin is perfectly fine, Demon.”

“That’s Lord Demon to you.”

You rolled your eyes. “You're a little late, don’t you think?”

The demon’s eyes twinkled in merriment. “You didn’t think that when you summoned a demon that we would just come to your beck and call like a little lap dog, surely?”

“I expected you to show up in a grand gesture of your power to prove to my followers that I was the right choice,” You stated.

“Oh, an exhibitionist, I do love me a human that flaunts their sexual favors.” 

You began to sputter a response. “Sexual favors? What are you speaking of? You’re supposed to bind to me so that we can take over the world.”

The demon smirks, propping a leg up on the armchair you had cast your cloak onto. Your eyes follow the way his leather pants strain against his thigh muscles. “I told you, your Latin needs just a smidgeon of brushing up on. Would you like me to educate you on where you went wrong? Not that you’ll be getting anymore help from my realm. The Demon Prince of Greed is going to be taking a looooong nap.”

You sent the demon a look of utter confusion. “Then who the hell are you?”

“Who the hell am I, indeed?” The demon stood up from his casual stance and bowed at the waist. “I am Kang Yeosang, Demon Prince of Lust, from the second circle of Hell. Pleasure to make your acquaintance…?” Yeosang raised his eyes and paused to leave you the chance to introduce yourself.

“...I am absolutely fucked, aren’t I?” A demon of lust wasn’t going to get what you wanted, at all, what the hell had gone wrong with your translation?

Yeosang took a step closer to you. “Totally fucked. I believe your closing statement was ‘Let you enter my body and give me pleasure’?”

“Fuck,” You cursed, “It was supposed to say ‘Let your powers enter me and make me powerful’!”

Yeosang took another step closer still. “And I don’t have to remind you that once a contract is made in blood--”

“--it’s binding forevermore. I know.” You sighed. “Well?”

Yeosang eyes moved up and down your body and he nodded to himself. “Your body is mine to do with as I please. It would please me more if it pleased you.”

You refused to look him in the eyes but you also knew it was not a good idea to lie to the demon who you had signed your body away to. “It would please me too.”

“Then, it’s decided.” Yeosang smiled, and it should be calming, but instead it spikes intense desire through you. His demon fangs peek out past his lips but you don’t feel anything as he seals the deal with a kiss. His taloned hand holds you in place carefully, holding you almost gently. “I haven’t touched a human in years,” Yeosang admitted, “We’ll have to take it slow.”

You frowned at him and Yeosang laughed at you. And then with a poof, he was gone.

Xxx

The following morning one of your disciples slipped into your room. You were accustomed to Mingi pulling aside the curtains and asking if he could bring you your regular breakfast but instead he spouted a different question.

“Were you not visited by any demons, Mistress?” His face was fairly innocent when he asked this, eyes round and curious. The question itself is what set off the alarm bells.

You rose from your bed and put on a robe. “You know very well that I was not visited by any demons, Disciple Song. It was an utter embarrassment last night. I thought you triple checked the incantation?”

Mingi’s eyes moved to the spell book that had somehow found its way back to your chambers. “We practiced day and night together, Mistress,” Mingi deflected, “I’m sure it was right.” 

Your Latin was on a basic level, it was Mingi that was the linguistics specialist. It was one of the reason’s he had been an indispensable disciple for your cult. You needed him for complex translations and pronunciations. If even one word was wrong…

“Mingi, my pet, you wouldn’t happen to be sabotaging me, would you?” You purred dangerously.

“Mistress!” Mingi’s eyebrows turned inwards in a frown. “I could never! You are the whole reason for my existence! The cult! The Real! It’s everything to me!”

“Yeosang?” You whispered, quickly cutting yourself by pulling some skin on your thumb. You weren’t sure if it would summon the demon but you were sure he would be attuned to your body and--

A poof of smoke had the Demon Prince inside your room once again. “Isn’t it a little early for--” Yeosang’s eyes narrowed down at Mingi, whose jaw was on the floor, “--oh.”

“Do you still have our contract, Lord Demon?” You could be formal with him, at least in the presence of another human. He deserved that much.

Yeosang snapped his fingers and the scroll flourished beside him. "In case you want to rip it up, you can but it'll never actually go away. Unless I burn it with demon fire."

“If you were looking to trip up someone with the contract, is there a particular word that you just have to say incorrectly and you’d end up fucked over?” You raised an eyebrow in question.

Yeosang smiled happily. “Absolutely. Are you suggesting this,” he took a moment to eye Mingi, “creature ruined your summoning?”

Mingi shook his head, “Please, please, I would never--I could never!”

Yeosang picked at his nails like he had better things to do. “He’s lying.”

You pursed your lips to the side in thought. “Something he’s incredibly good at.”

Mingi’s eyes are wide with fear now. He dropped to his knees and pulled at your nightgown. “You understand, the need to be in charge? I thought if you were otherwise engaged with the demon, that I might have a taste of your power. I never meant for the cult to fall--” 

Mingi was cut off due to Yeosang’s taloned hand crushing his windpipe. The demon raised Mingi from the ground and up off his feet. Mingi’s choking sounds were quite pleasing to your ear. Mingi was the reason you weren’t currently taking over the world, after all. “Yeosang, my lord, if you please. I’d rather be the one taking his life.”

“As you wish.” Yeosang released Mingi, who collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath.

“Mingi, you’re going to gather everyone and tell them about how you’re only now just escaping the demon who you summoned. You decided to steal all the power for yourself but it backfired when the demon collected your soul instead. In order for you to repent, you’re speaking the truth to clean my name. Only then can you not be struck from the list of the original members of the esteemed cult.”

Yeosang looked impressed. “I could always summon my brother from the ninth circle of hell. He’ll end up in Treachery for his actions sooner or later.”

You contemplated Yeosang’s words, but in the end, shook your head. “I have a better idea. Is there anything you can do about making it so the man can never feel an orgasm again?”

Mingi gasped and threw himself at your feet. “Please, Mistress, please show mercy on me.”

"Mingi, you just resigned me to become bedridden with a demon between my legs instead of all powerful with a demon by my side to rule the world. Where was your mercy?"

Yeosang tapped his talon against his lips. "Perhaps… the only way he could orgasm is through you?"

You chuckle darkly and then you begin to laugh with your whole stomach. "Oh, I think I'll like you, Demon Prince."

"So does this mean… I get to leave with my life… and there's a chance I could still orgasm?"

It's Yeosang's turn to laugh so hard, he wipes a tear from his eye. "It'll be a cold day in hell before she lets you come, Song Mingi."

"Mistress…"

"Time for you to go~" Yeosang snapped his fingers and Mingi was gone.

"Uh… Yeosang? Where did Mingi go?" 

Yeosang smiled to himself. "The ninth circle of hell was calling him."

You smiled painfully. "Yeosang?"

Yeosang waved your worries away. "Don't worry, Cult Leader. I won't be banishing you to the Ninth Circle."

You took a step back. "...but?"

"But there is another realm you belong in." Yeosang took two steps forward. "You do remember that your body is mine to do with as I please, right?"

"Of course." You clear your throat. "But you said we needed to take it slow."

"I need to take it slow on your body. You're a human. Humans are pretty fragile." Yeosang tipped your head back, curling his black tipped fingers under your chin. 

“Mingi was supposed to clear my name,” You whispered.

Yeosang smirked. “I don’t think you’ll have time to lead your cult anymore. In fact, I think I’ll take a few decades of sex with you.”

“Decades?”

“Let’s see how pretty your moans sound first.”

Xxx

You were transported to the second circle of hell with Yeosang. The first thing you realized is that somehow during your travels, all your clothes were gone. The only thing on your body was a dainty chain that wrapped around your neck, traveled down the center of your body, and finally looped around your waist.

“That was fast,” You muttered under your breath.

“No one needs clothes in the second circle,” Yeosang responded, arms folded over his arms.

You tip your head at the fact that Yeosang is still clothed. Yeosang laughed. “I’m not the one getting fucked.”

You frowned at him. “Does it work differently here? Do demons not need to remove their clothing to have sex?”

“Why would I ruin my fun?” Yeosang quirked an eyebrow at you. “You’ll be stripping me.”

“Didn’t you say my body was yours to do with as you pleased?” You couldn’t help but grumble under your breath.

You were kneeling on the floor, removing Yeosang from his leather pants and he placed a taloned hand on your head. “It would please me for your body to rid me of all my clothes. That’s the first step.”

“I can’t believe I’ve been reduced to this. Years of cultivating a following and master plans of changing the world and I’m at some man--some demon’s feet--about to suck his cock.” Your eyes widened significantly once Yeosang’s cock is sprung from his confines. It’s… thick and curved and mouth-wateringly delicious looking… You shook your head. What was going on with you?

“Is that what you would like to do, my pet? Would you like to suck my cock?” Yeosang’s voice felt like it was stroking you in places no voice should have the power to.

Your head was nodding before your thoughts were released from your mouth. It was almost like you had taken an aphrodisiac and your were being fucked dumb without the actually fucking part. “Well, why else am I removing your pants first?” You demanded.

“I haven’t told you to do a single thing other than remove my clothes,” Yeosang mused out loud.

You frowned even harder. Your hand had wrapped around Yeosang’s cock and the other was braced against his stomach that was akin to carved marble. “You’re right.”

Yeosang’s eyes were hooded while staring down at you. He could sense the fight in your mind, even though the natural aphrodisiac that was in the second circle’s air had taken over your body already. Your hand began to move along his length, even now, as you were contemplating what was going on. It was almost adorable the way you were used to being in charge and now you were at his mercy. “It’s alright if you want to take me in your mouth but don’t get frustrated when you struggle.”

“You are…” You honestly cannot help but keep frowning as your tongue snaked out to lick his tip. “...rather large.”

Your lips pursed around Yeosang’s cock, sucking on the tip experimentally. Even that act is a struggle. Yeosang ran his hand over your head and to the back to cup it and gently thrusted into your mouth further. When you make a noise of protest, he stuck a finger between his cock and your cheek and helped you spread over himself. “Although this is amusing, watching you struggle, I can’t wait to see you attempt to take me within yourself. Of course, you’ll be wetter than you’ve ever been in your entire life.”

All you could do was swirl your tongue around Yeosang. You weren’t entirely sure if you began to bob your head around him, that it would undo the work Yeosang had helped you in taking his cock in your mouth. Yeosang was right about one thing. You were wetter than you had ever been in your entire life. You could feel your wetness dripping down the inside of your thighs and you hadn't even been touched yet.

You whine when you can't do much more than be a receptacle for Yeosang to thrust into it. "What's wrong, my little cult leader, you need to be stuffed elsewhere?" He pulled out of your mouth and you feel like a mess. Drool dribbling down your chin, mixed with his precum, that honestly tasted somewhere between brimstone and cinnamon candies. 

The idea of that dick between your legs made your lower half throb even harder than it already was. So instead of responding, you crawled to the silk sheet bed that was in the stark black room. You situated yourself so that your upper body was held up by your elbows and your legs were spread invitingly. The last of your braincells made an attempt to keep your head above the lust-filled water. “Is it different now that we’re in hell? Should I call you… Master?”

Yeosang contemplated it. He removed his shirt with one harsh pull over his head. Not a hair was out of place. “I think Yeosang will do.” He crawled onto the bed himself, eyes on you. “I will have to thank Mingi later. He is the reason I get such a delectable treat all to myself, after all.”

You feel yourself becoming more sensitive, more vulnerable, as his aura consumes you. Yeosang’s form is directly over yours now, hands pressed into the sheets above your shoulders and knees on either side of your hips. You’re breathing hard in anticipation for what’s to come. “I don’t want to think about Mingi anymore.”

“Then let me give you a reason not to think.” Yeosang chuckles deeply and then dips his head down for a kiss. 

His body lightly collapsed upon yours, cock against your stomach, his arms still caging you in. His kiss is hungry, canines scraping against your lips, but it’s still sensual, like he’s drinking from your mouth. Your hands began to roam over his broad shoulders, appreciating the fine lines of his muscles. His mouth abandoned your mouth and made a long, wet trail down your body. He avoided your tits entirely, which made you whine, but he simply smirked into your stomach and continued to kiss until he was face to face with your dripping cunt. 

Yeosang obscenely spread your pussy lips and tilted his head. “You know, for a cult leader, you’re as wet and eager as a virgin being teased. I’m not sure you were the right person for the job.”

You gritted your teeth. “I assure you, I have an intense desire to burn the world down.”

Yeosang took a moment to absorb your words. Your eyes travel over his face, paying attention to his Romanesque nose and lips. He is as beautiful as one of the Roman statues as well. “Maybe we’ll have time for that later, when I’m done with you.”

Yeosang’s tongue dipped into your folds and you groan loudly as the wet appendage played with you. His tongue scooped your wetness and Yeosang eagerly swallowed it down. Then he poked at your hole, making you whine. “Don’t tease!”

“Oh my darling, naïve human, I am here to tease you in any way, shape and form I wish. It’s cute of you to think otherwise.” Yeosang flattened his tongue and worried at your clit, shaking his head back and forth.

“Yeo-Yeosang!” You choked out, hand diving into his hair.

Yeosang growled into your pussy, not used to anyone being handsy with him. Typically his prisoners were in chains. But he found that he was enjoying the slight tug on his locks. It had been a while since someone had been handsy with him. 

He made quick work of your clit, bringing you to orgasm so quickly that it had you whining. You didn’t want to come so fast! Yeosang kissed the pout off your face, your wetness mingling on your tongue. “Be quiet, you’re going to get my cock soon.”

“I’m already so wet!” You insisted, “Why?”

“I want to make you addicted to everything I can give,” Yeosang responded.

The demon prince switched positions quickly. He was on his back and you were straddling his abs. “I’m gonna watch as you sink down on my cock,” Yeosang proclaimed.

“I--” You swallowed loudly at the prospect.

“Come, come, darling,” Yeosang cajoled you, His talons whispered along your hips, gently tugging the chain there. “You can take me. I promise. But I want to watch the struggle and your impatience and the whole show.”

The struggle was real. Yeosang aided you in rubbing his cockhead against your swollen pussy lips and then nudged your entrance.. Sinking down on him was a stretch, the same kind as when you attempted to fit him in your mouth. But this stretch was much more pleasurable. The curve of his dick passed by your g-spot and you knew it was curved for your pleasure. The part that you were not used to was that you could see Yeosang’s cock bulging through your stomach. It was perverse and hot and you wanted to watch it in action. 

You whined and panted the entire time as you took him inch by careful inch. And when he was full hilt inside of you, or as far as he could go which was barely three-quarters, Yeosang was beaming up at you like he was proud. “See, I knew you would be a good little sex slave for me. We’re going to have fun. Now let’s hear your moans as you bounce on me.”

You shook your head. “I can’t.”

Yeosang simply shrugged. “Do you need help? Is my big dick making you dumb and it’s only now inside of you?”

“Yeosang, please!” You begged, “I can’t do it myself. You have to help me.”

Yeosang wrapped his taloned-hands around your waist, please at how they encompassed you. Then he proceeded to lift you up and down on his cock. Your head was cast backwards as you moaned at the sensation. His cock hit the end of you and you groaned at that sensation too. The drag of that huge cock inside of you, rubbing your g-spot, hitting your cervix, it was a lot of sensations that was driving you wild. You wanted more. You wanted it all.

As if Yeosang could read your mind, he carefully placed two fingers inside of your mouth. He watched you as your tongue carefully swirled around them. And when he was satisfied, he pressed them to your clit, rubbing encouraging circles there. 

“Don’t come,” Yeosang cooed at you, all the while, giving you the most pleasure that you had ever felt in your entire life.

“I--” You clenched your walls around him, almost in the same attempt you would do when trying to stop from peeing, “Please, how--?”

Yeosang switched positions and you were the one on your hands and knees now. Yeosang slowly fucked you from behind, your moans like sweet music to his ears. "Nice and slow, we have to go nice and slow for your fragile human body," Yeosang coaxed you.  

The feeling of his talons scraping the small of your back and your stomach as he held you in place always reminded you that you were in the hands of a demon. The slight fear made your throat tight but also made your pussy even tighter in anticipation for your climax. Your cries became more and more desperate as you sought out your climax for the second time. But it was not to come.

You were facedown into the silk sheets, the beginning of tears starting to roll down your cheeks. "Yeosang!"

Yeosang admired the curve of your back. "Does it feel good, Darling? You wanna come?"

"Please. It’s all I want,” You mumbled into the bed.

“All you want?” Yeosang grunted and removed himself from your cunt. 

He lied beside you, raising your leg so that he could enter you from behind you. The simple flexing of his stomach had him moving in and out of you. You had an obsession with watching his cock make your stomach bulge now. You held your hand over it and shivered as you felt him lazily fuck you. It was as if this wasn’t hard for Yeosang at all, holding off everything, simply to make you beg. Because as fogged up as your mind was, as much as you were being pleased beyond reason, you knew this was what he was looking for.

“Wha-what? Can I--hnnnnn--do? To--fuuuuuccck, YEOSANG! Let me come already, damnit!”

“Tell me that you want my cum inside of you more than you want world domination. Tell me that you would spend eternity as my slave, if only so you could come with me inside of you. Tell me that I’m the only thing that matters now. No more cult, no more evil plans, nothing. You just want to spend the rest of your life being my plaything.”

There’s something heavy in the air. With all of Yeosang’s teasing air about him, and even with all the sexual implications, there was something between to read between the lines here. You wanted to pick up on it, you truly did, but you felt like you were going to go mad if you didn’t come soon.

You wetted your lips and cleared your throat, attempting to push aside the whine that threatened to escape you once again. “Please Yeosang, please, I beg you. I need you. I need you and only you. Let me come. Come inside of me. I want it all. Fuck me until I can’t walk, and even after, fuck me again. Fuck my mouth, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, I don’t care. I just want to come. I just want you.”

Yeosang stopped moving inside of you and you thought you had said the wrong thing. You sighed heavily. Yeosang was going to make you work even harder for your climax. Maybe he really did want you to go insane from all the denied sex; this was hell, after all. 

Yeosang gently moved you to your back and he took position again between your legs. “I want to see your face when you finally come,” he murmured and you nodded gratefully.

“I’ll come for you, Yeosang, I’ll come for you really good,” You promised. You were so hungry for his cock, you wondered if that wasn’t a part of whatever the hell was in the air that made you so wet. 

Yeosang’s hand curled around your face and you felt yourself nuzzling into the gentle gesture. You closed your eyes and hummed in contentment. “If I come inside of you, fragile human, you will become addicted to me. No one will be able to satisfy you once I’ve filled you with my cum. You will be mine from here on out, and I could tire of you, silly human. But I don’t want to. You have made me feel something, and I haven’t felt this in a few millennia. So we will come together, you and I. And I will promise you this: I will give you untold pleasures for as long as I have your body as my plaything.”

Tears prick your eyes, and this time it’s not because of the orgasm denial. This time you feel your black little heart beat a little at Yeosang’s words. Now was not the time to question if you had simply needed a demon like Yeosang in your life before life turned cruel and made you want to burn it down. But your chest felt heavy and also light at the same time.

You nodded, your throat too tight to properly speak. “Please… Master.”

Yeosang groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “I take it back. Call me master again.”

“Master,” You moaned as he entered you again.

“You’ve taken me several times, but still your cunt is so tight,” Yeosang bit down on his lower lip.

“Master, fuck me,” You groaned. Your legs wrapped around his thick waist, locking behind his back. “Fuck me harder; stop being so gentle with me.”

Yeosang snapped his hips and you moaned so loud, you shocked even yourself. “That’s it, Master, just like that.”

Yeosang continued to fuck you, not so much roughly as accurately. He had to hold you in place so that your tiny body didn’t slip along the silk sheets. “Is Master fucking you good, my little slave? Is your pussy able to take me like this? You sure I won’t break you?”

“I can take it, I can take it!” You chanted. Your orgasm was building again and you had hoped this time you would come, finally.

“Fuck, this little human cunt is so good. You take me so well.” You watched in fascination as Yeosang’s gorgeous body rolled between your legs and you found that you didn’t want to look at anyone else between your legs ever again.

“Watch me, Master, watch me come for you,” You moaned.

Yeosang wrapped his hand around the dainty chain that was wrapped around your body and it glowed blue and felt cold against your skin. “Come for me and be mine forevermore.”

Your climax bursts through you, wet and epic and it made your nerves sing with pleasure that was unlike anything you had ever felt. It was as if you were coming from being stimulated from everything: your cunt, your ass, your breasts, your clit. It was almost a supernatural experience and you were soon understanding other humans made deals with demons from the second circle. It wracked through you like waves, the pleasure never ending and all encompassing. 

Yeosang still moved inside of you, his climax not yet achieved. He was drinking in the glory that was your climax first. If he thought your moans were pretty and your cunt was glorious, than your bashful expression as you came down from your high, cheeks rosy and a pleased look, was what heaven was for him now. He swallowed roughly and found that he would promise anything to see that look on you again. 

“Prepare, my sweet,” Yeosang said, if you weren’t mistaken, lovingly so. There were hearts in his eyes and you were sure he had fallen in love with you, at this moment. 

You shook your head and attempted to clear your thoughts. “I’m ready, Master. I am ready to become addicted to you and only you. Come inside of me.”

With a few more waves of his scrumptious body, the Demon Prince remained deep inside of you and came. You could feel him pulsing, shallow thrusts taking him through his own orgasm. His deep voice echoed throughout the room and it made you feel aroused and comfortable at the same time. “Never in all of my years enjoyed a cunt as much as I have yours,” Yeosang groaned, also laughing at himself. “How is that?”

It was your turn to cup his face, so small and unthreatening compared to his. “Perhaps it was fate that drew our two black hearts together. Or perhaps Mingi is simply a power-hungry idiot and it was mere coincidence that brought us together. Either way, I think we fit together quite nicely.”

“Not bad for a blood contract gone wrong, huh?” Yeosang scrunched his nose up in laughter and your chest tightened again. You think your heart is becoming less black. But you were pretty sure you weren’t mad about it.

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 52

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

Katie was pulled from sleep the next morning by the loud, electronic whirring of a jackhammer on concrete. Half asleep and unhappy she threw on a robe and tied it as she headed out onto the balcony. “Enough with all the racket!” Klaus yelled from the balcony across from her, dressed in black jeans, a maroon shirt and a black leather jacket. Clearly he and Genevieve had been awake for a while and Katie was almost certain she saw red paint that matched the color of Genevieve’s hair on the tips of his fingers that rested on the wooden railing.

“What he said.” Katie groaned then looked up at the sunlight coming in through the glass ceiling of the courtyard, silently cursing it for being so bright as she headed down the stairs.

“I agreed to a general sprucing up, not a bloody three ring circus.” Klaus complained as he walked down the other set of stairs with Genevieve trailing behind.

“Marcel and his minions abused our home for the better part of a century.” Elijah said from where he stood near the fountain in a pair of jeans and a mid tone grey, quarter sleeved, cotton shirt. “Now you might be content to live in squalor,”

“With squalor.” Katie chipped in as she moved to stand beside Elijah, getting a glare from Genevieve that she didn’t see because she couldn’t make herself look at either of them.

“,but I am not.” Elijah finished what he was saying, ignoring Katie.

“I agree with your brother.” Genevieve told Klaus as they walked over to stand across from Elijah and Katie. “It’s a new era in the French Quarter. This place could use a makeover.” She looked down her nose at Katie. “Out with the old and in with the new.”

Klaus didn’t miss Katie’s lack of reaction to Genevieve’s prodding nor had he missed the fact that she was blatantly avoiding eye contact with him. “Yeah, I’m not in the mood for a girl fight this morning.” She sighed then looked across her shoulder at Elijah. “I get this isn’t my house, but next time will you please warn me before you host a jackhammer symphony in the courtyard?”

“Of course.” He told her with a smirk at her morning grumpiness. “My apologies.” He watched her as she walked around him headed back to her room to get dressed.

When she walked into her room she noticed a dream catcher sitting on the table in the corner amongst a few knickknacks. Seeing red, she snatched it off the table and, like a woman on a mission, stormed downstairs where Elijah, Klaus and Genevieve were still talking.

Both of the men knew the look on Katie’s face, the rage in her eyes and what it could lead to, but it was Elijah who stepped into Katie’s path to Genevieve before she got too close. He held his hand out to stop her, which worked, and tried to look her in the eyes, but they were trained on the woman behind him. “Katie…before you act I urge you to stop…and think.” With nostrils flared and rage still in her eyes she looked to Elijah’s that dropped, noticing the dream catcher clenched in her fist. He dropped his hand and gingerly took the hoop from hers then turned to Genevieve. “Does this…trinket belong to you?” Genevieve opened and closed her mouth looking like a land bound fish. “Either it does or it doesn’t.”

Genevieve looked across her shoulder at Klaus before her eyes fell to the ground. After a few seconds she made herself look at Elijah. “Yes, it’s mine.”

Elijah held it up in both of his hands as if he were holding a small steering wheel then twisted, breaking the hoop and causing the bones on it to fall to the floor. “We all signed that treaty.” He told her with a look over his shoulder at Katie then back at Genevieve. “If I find another one of these little spy glasses of yours anywhere in my family’s home I will consider it a violation and I will be forced to take action. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.” Genevieve answered with a straight faced nod.

“So I suggest, if you have left any more laying about, you remove them…immediately.” He gathered the remnants of the dream catcher in his hand and held it out to her. She took it and went upstairs to collect the dream catcher from Katie and Klaus’s quarters. With her out of sight Elijah turned to Katie.

“Don’t look at me like that, Elijah.” She told him tiredly as she turned her back on him and headed upstairs.

“Katie.” Elijah called and she stopped in the middle of the stairs to look down at him. “After you have gotten dressed and calmed yourself…the three of us have some business to discuss.”

She gave him a sarcastic salute, “Ten-four rubber ducky” then headed up stairs.

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After taking a shower to clear her head she changed into a pair of black leggings and a long sleeved, light grey shirt dress and headed to the room with the bar, couch and wall of records that she was starting to call the lounge where Klaus and Elijah were waiting. “So, what business do we have to discuss?” she asked in no mood to beat around the bush.

“Genevieve has requested that the witches' right to celebrate feast days be reinstated. Starting with La Fête des Bénédictions.”

“What’s that?” Katie asked curiously.

“The feast of the blessings. People would bring the witches gifts in exchange for their blessings.” Klaus explained and Katie once again didn’t look at him.

“Genevieve would like to use the feast to introduce The Harvest Girls to society. The gifts will be given to them.” Elijah added. “You signed the treaty and you are a part of this family. We need your help making the final decision on the matter at hand.”

“First of all, I know I signed the treaty, you don’t have to keep reminding me of what I signed up for when I did.” She started as she walked over to the couch and sat down across from the chair that Elijah sat on the arm of while Klaus sat at the bar with a drink in his hand. “And on the matter of La Fête des Bénédictions, I think we should let them.”

“Really?” Elijah and Klaus asked, both sounding surprised.

“Really.” She answered with a nod as she leaned back on the cushion and placed a hand on her stomach. “The witches won’t adhere to the treaty if we don’t show them some amount of respect.”

“I thought you hated the witches.” Klaus spoke up curiously.

Katie looked at her hands folded in her lap. “Truth be told the witches that I’ve been harboring so much hate for…the ones that took action and tried to kill our baby, are dead now.” She looked up at Elijah. “Plus I like Davina. That poor girl deserves a day of recognition after everything she’s been through. So I’m for feast days being reinstated.” Elijah, who had a frown on his face, turned to look at Klaus.

“I agree with Katie, plus the tourists eat this stuff up.” Klaus told Elijah

Elijah took in a deep breath then side nodded as if he’d been outnumbered. “I’ll personally invite the other factions and get them on board.”

“Are there any more matters that need to be discussed?” she asked, eager to get out of the room.

“That is all.” Elijah answered, so she stood and left. Elijah stood and looked at Klaus. “Is everything alright with you two?”

“I’m afraid not.” Klaus answered then threw back what was left in his glass.

“What did you do?” Elijah asked.

“Nothing, but she doesn’t know that.” He answered as he slid off of the stool and left.

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Katie was standing in front of the open refrigerator, staring off into space, when Elijah found her. She was so zoned out that she didn’t even know he was there until he touched her forearm that was resting on the refrigerator door. Pulled from her thoughts she took in a sharp breath then looked at him. This time, she didn’t have to guess at the question in his eyes. “Did Klaus send you here to talk to me or are you here of your own volition?”

“I’m here of my own volition.” He answered, watching her shut the door, move to the overhead cabinet and opened it. “You seem troubled.”

“I’m fine.” She replied casually as she grabbed a box of chocolate pop tarts then shut the door.

“You can fool a lot of people. I am not one of them.” He argued as she opened the foil package, stuck the dark brown frosted squares into the slots then pushed down the lever.

She said nothing and moved to get a glass, but Elijah stepped in the way. “Get out of my way, please.” She told him sounding tired.

He turned to the cabinet, grabbed a glass then turned back and held it out to her, “Talk to me.”

“I can’t talk to you Elijah. Not about this.” She argued with a shake of her head as she took the glass from him then went to the refrigerator and grabbed the half gallon of milk. When her pop tarts popped up Elijah grabbed a plate, put them on it then set it on the bar beside her glass as she put the milk away.

“Have you tried reaching out to your Mystic Falls friends?” he asked as she sat down at the bar and took a bite of the cheap pastry.

“Yeah, none of them are answering.” She answered then took a drink of milk.

“Then it seems I am a last resort.” He told her and she gave him an aggravated look through her lashes as she took another bite. He leaned down, looked her in the eyes and placed his fingertips on his chest. “You can talk to me.”

She sighed and looked down at her plate. “Fine.” She washed down the chocolate with a sip of milk then set it down. “I saw Klaus kiss Genevieve last night.” She admitted.

Elijah frowned. “Was that not part of the plan?”

“It was, but…” she shook her head, “there’s a difference between knowing that he’s kissing her and actually seeing it.” Elijah moved to sit in the barstool beside her. “I was so consumed by my hatred of her, my fear of bringing my baby into an unsafe environment, my part to play in the plan to create said environment that I…convinced myself that I was okay with him being with her.”

“But you are not.” He observed.

“No, I’m not. I can handle him kissing her. I don’t like it, but I can handle it. What I can’t handle is him having sex with her.” she admitted feeling like the type of stereotypical, dramatic woman she usually despised. “Ninety-nine percent of the time I mean what I say and he knows that.”

“You’re afraid it’s too late to say something.” He surmised.

She bit her lips closed and nodded as she looked down at her pop tarts that had gotten cold then looked back up at him with worry in her Kelly green eyes. “Have I made a huge mistake?”

“There is only one way to find out.” He answered and stood up and started to walk away.

“Elijah.” She called as she turned around in the swiveling bar stool and he turned back to her. “Thank you.”

He gave her a small nod and smile in return then left her to finish her unhealthy breakfast.

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She went to their quarters thinking Klaus would be there, but he wasn’t. So she checked his studio, but he wasn’t there either. Not knowing where else to look she went to her room. It was there she found him, exiting the nursery. Their eyes met as he was closing the door. “Is it finished?” she asked timidly with a point to the nursery.

“Yes. I just finished adding the final touch.” He answered noticing her change in attitude. “Would you like to see?”

She shook her head no as she walked over and sat cross legged on the queen sized bed. “Not yet.”

He walked over and sat down beside her, pulling a leg up on it, facing her. She took in a deep breath then let it out. “I hate beating around the bush so I’m just going to ask. Have you had sex with Genevieve yet?” she asked, getting straight to the point.

He slipped the backs of his fingers down her cheek, taking in the tired, worried look in her eyes. “I couldn’t.” he answered, making a relieved sigh slip from her lips as she grabbed his hand from her face to hold it in both of hers.

“I know I said I was okay with you having sex with her and I know I’m not usually one to backpedal, but…I not okay with it. I didn’t realize how wrapped up I was in this stupid plan of ours until I saw you kiss her.” Katie explained. “Some queens encourage their king to take on a mistress, I am not one of them.”

A fleeting smile graced his perfect lips. “You just referred to yourself as a queen.”

She let go of his hand to place one of hers on his cheek. “I’m your queen.” She clarified. “Wait, you said couldn’t, not didn’t. Why couldn’t you?”

“Several reasons.” He grabbed her hand as she dropped it from his face. “It may be possible for a man to fake completion, but it is virtually impossible for a man to fake arousal.” His confession made a small smile tease the corners of her lips as she remembered the conversation that had about her faking it with others in the past. “Kissing her is comparable to kissing a dead fish,” he told her as if he were reading a list, “and most importantly, she’s not you. I couldn’t take on a mistress even if you begged me to.” he kissed the palm of her hand then held it in both of his. “Not to mention I knew, despite your open minded tendencies, you didn’t want me to lay with her. You once said the thought of another woman flirting with me made you want to punch something. So if just the thought of someone flirting with me made you that angry what would me having sex with someone else do?”

“Well, when I saw you kiss her last night I almost broke the champagne glass in my hand. So if that’s any indication there would definitely be bloodshed.” She answered flatly as she dropped her eyes to her hand in his, thinking he was asking what it would make her want to do.

“It would break your heart.” He answered as he gently grabbed her chin and lifted it, making her realize he was asking what it would do to her. “Just as mine would break if you were to ever lay with another.”

Tears welled in her eyes as he dropped his hand to rest on her knee. “So,” she paused to clear her throat and blink back the tears, “what did the two of you do last night if you didn’t have sex?” she asked with a frown, wanting to know yet not wanting to at the same time.

“I gave her an, oh so heartfelt and completely untrue explanation for why I want to take it slow with her. I respect her too much to rush it, the women of my past that I was so quick to jump into bed with meant nothing to me, etcetera.” He told her with his hand on his chest then dropped it. “I thought she believed it, but that spyglass she planted in your room says otherwise.”

“Either she didn’t believe you or she did believe me.” Katie replied, making Klaus give her a curious look. “I may have gotten a little too catty last night and told her that her time with you was limited and to enjoy it while it lasted.” Klaus tilted his head at her. “I know, I know. I shouldn’t have said it, but she’s so freaking confident that I didn’t think she would read too much into it.” she said the two words with gritted teeth then sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “So, what do we do as damage control?”

“Ask Elijah to accompany you to the feast.” He answered simply.

“Come again?” she asked as she took her hand from her face and looked at him like he was crazy.

“We’ve shown her that I am not interested in you, now we must show her that you’ve decided to move on. If she sees you with him maybe she’ll think you are trying to rekindle an old flame.” Katie frowned at him. “Just make sure Elijah knows it’s only for show.” Katie didn’t like the idea, but it was the best shot they had at cleaning up the mess her mouth had created.

“You’re sure?” she asked with a serious look. “It feels like we just crossed a bridge similar to this one.”

“I’m sure.” He was serious. “I trust you, which as you know is not something I take lightly.”

“Okay.” She told him with a nod then decided to change the subject. “So, how did it go with Jackson last night?”

“Once I told him that I could give him and his people a life in the quarter with no turning on the full moon he was all in. He and Cary are working on locating the black kyanite for the rings, but it’s rare so it might take some time to track down.” he answered. “Everything is going according to plan. And thanks to you being you and Elijah being Elijah we no longer have to censor ourselves in our own home.” He leaned in and caught her lips with his for a slow tender kiss. “What do you think about me asking Genevieve to break the hex on Father Kieran?” He asked.

“I think if she can break it, let her. Father K. is a good man. If she can save him from losing his mind and Cami from losing the only family she has left then I’m all for it.” she told him honestly.

“Then I will pay Genevieve and Cami a visit.” He told her then pecked her on the lips and stood from the bed.

“And I will get Nate to come dress shopping with me…again.” She said, hating clothes shopping this late in her pregnancy.

“Please don’t make it your goal to torture me all night.”

“Don’t worry. I dress to match the man whose attention I want for the night. This time that man will have to appear to be Elijah who prefers modest elegance over sexy and form fitting.”

“Before we go our separate ways for the day…” he held his hand out to her and she took it as she stood from the bed and jerked his head toward the nursery. Klaus pushed the door open and held his hand out for her to enter first so she walked in seeing the simple and understated, but elegant nursery. A dark wood crib with a ruffled, cream colored skirt around the bottom sat with the head of it in the corner of the room with a couple of pillows and stuffed animals inside and a mobile of strung up crystals hung over it.

In the corner to the right of it sat a wooden rocking chair and on the wall across from the crib and the rocking chair hung a beautiful painting of the city of New Orleans, the moon in the blue night sky that contrasted with the red lights from the city, reflected off of the Mississippi river. Katie walked over to the small white dresser it was hung over and picked up a stuffed Elephant that was sitting on it along with a few teething toys, a figurine of two giraffes and the wooden knight that Klaus had carved, then turned to look at him with the elephant clutched to her stomach. “It’s perfect.”

The tears in her eyes made him laugh. “It’s just a room, love, no need for tears.” He cupped her face in his hands wiping her cheeks.

She grabbed his wrists as she laughed with a sniffle. “I blame the hormones.”

“Ah, excuses, excuses.” He told her jokingly.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head as he dropped his hands to her waist and pulled her close. “So the red paint that was on your fingers this morning was that from this?” she asked with a point to the painting.

“Did you think I slept with Genevieve then painted her?” he asked and Katie nodded. “Painting that woman would be an insult to you and a waste of a perfectly good canvas.”

Katie slid her hands up his chest and rested her arms on his shoulder, crossing her wrists behind his head. “I love the painting you made for our daughter, I love this room and I love you, Big Bad Wolf.”

“And I love you, Little Phoenix.” He replied then caught her lips with his. When the kiss broke he gave her a smile. “So…you signed the treaty. Does that mean you have accepted your position as queen?”

“It means I’m willing to see if there’s any truth in what you and Elijah keep telling me.” she answered. “I just hope I’m not aiming too high.”

“No worries, love. I’ll catch you if you fall.” He told her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and she gave him a wrinkled nose smile. “What?”

“That was cheesy.” She laughed.

“Cheesy or not, it's true.” He argued then caught her lips with his.

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Katie was having dinner at the bar in the kitchen when Klaus walked up behind her, swept her short waves to the side and started kissing her neck. “Long day?” Katie asked over the music that filled the room from her cell phone on the bar then stabbed her salad with the fork in her hand.

“You could say that.” he answered between kisses then sat down beside her. “I asked Genevieve to cure Father Kieran, but she used his ailment as an excuse to get her hands on my mother’s grimoire to solidify her place in her coven. When I told her no she mouthed off and I threatened her. Needless to say she’s a little ticked at me.”

“Well that’s not good.” Katie observed.

“No worries, I’m sure she’ll come crawling back for more soon.” He told her with a confident smirk that made her shake her head at him. “That just means I get to spend more time with you.”

“I like the sound of that.” she pushed her empty bowl away. “Did you have anything specific in mind?”

“I made an alteration to one of our bedrooms.” He stood from the barstool and held his hand out to her. She took it and let him lead her to the room attached to the nursery. When they walked in she instantly noticed the 43 inch tv that had been mounted on the wall across from the foot of their bed. “I figured it would be easier to watch ‘The Walking Dead’ together if the screen was bigger than the one on your laptop.”

“You want to watch ‘The Walking Dead’?” Katie asked with an amused smile.

“I’m interested in what catches your interest. This Daryl Dixon character in particular.” He told her as he settled onto the bed then held his arm out to her.

“Then I probably shouldn’t tell you about the Winchester brothers Sam and Dean, from ‘Supernatural’.” She told him as she crawled onto the bed and sat down in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her, but didn’t say anything so she looked at him over her shoulder to see him giving her a playful glare. “Dean’s my favorite.” She admitted with a cheeky grin just to mess with him.

“Now I don’t know which one I want to watch with you.” he told her, still glaring.

She laughed. “‘The walking dead.’ I like Daryl better and there are fewer seasons to watch.” She plucked the remote out of his hand and turned her attention to the tv. A giggle left her lips when he playfully growled and bit where neck curved down into her shoulder.

After Daryl made his first appearance in the third episode Klaus paused the show. Katie smiled to herself wondering what Klaus’s reaction was going to be. “That hostile, backwater, redneck is your favorite character?”

She started laughing as she turned around to sit on her knees in front of him. “If I recall you weren’t all sunshine and butterflies when you first came to Mystic Falls, mister judgy.” He rolled his eyes at her and rested his hands on her sides. “First impressions aren’t everything. Daryl comes across as an asshole, but he’s actually really caring and loyal.” She defended her favorite character. “Not to mention he has really nice arms and he hardly ever wears shirts with sleeves so there’s an almost constant source of eye candy.” She added just to mess with him and he gave her a side eye making her try and fail to hold back her playful smile.

“Eye candy huh?” he asked, making her laugh and nod as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “How’s this for eye candy?”

“That’s not eye candy.” She answered with a shake of her head as she set her hands on his wrists where his hands held her sides, her eyes taking in his perfectly toned torso.

“No?” he asked, sounding a little disappointed.

“No.” she answered as she looked him in the eyes and slipped her hands up his forearms and biceps to rest on his shoulders. “Eye candy is something that is only pleasing to the eyes.” she stood up on her knees and he closed his black pants covered legs so she could straddle them and sit in his lap. “You, Niklaus Mikaelson, entice all of my senses with your gentle touch…your warm, spicy scent,” She peppered light kisses over the feather tattoo on his shoulder, “the taste of your skin,” she kissed up to his ear and whispered, “The sound you make when I do this…” she kissed back down to where his neck met his shoulder and gently grazed her teeth over his smooth skin before she bit down hard but didn’t break the skin, pulling a groan from him that sent a tingle through her to her core. She pulled away and looked into his slightly lust veiled, blue eyes. “The way it feels like you can touch my soul just by looking into my eyes...” he grabbed her hands in his and threaded their fingers together. “It’s damn near spiritual.” A toothy smile took over Klaus’s face as he looked down at the bed, a hit of red coloring his cheeks. “Did I just make you blush?” she asked as she dipped her head into his line of view.

He laughed as he looked back up at her. “Maybe.” He told her looking bashful, something she had never seen from him before, making her smile bigger and him to wipe the look from his face. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to do that thing you do.”

She started innocently twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Thing? What thing? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Big Bad Wolf?”

He laughed at her. “The one where you shower me with affection and outlandish compliments knowing full well that it has a very…” he let go of her hands and grabbed her hips, rocking her into him to let her feel what she does to him, “arousing effect on me.” Instead of arguing that her compliments were not outlandish like she wanted to, she gave him a flirty smile and bit her bottom lip. “Yeah?” he asked with a glimmer in his eye.

“Baby M. has dropped. I can breathe easier now, but my appetite sucks. So I have a small, energy boosting request.” She answered with a glance down at his neck.

He used the nail of his middle finger to make a one inch cut where she had bit him earlier then tilted his head to the side. “Have at it, Sweetheart.”

His whispered words sent a shiver through her that was only amplified when she closed her lips over the cut and a pained yet satisfied moan left his parted lips. His hand moved to hold the nape of her neck as she drank until the cut closed then licked over the healed skin and up his neck to his ear. “Neamhaí.” “Heavenly.”

A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips and when a deep growl rumbled up from his throat she pulled back to see the heart stopping view of his hybrid eyes. With a whoosh he moved her to lie on her back and a yelp followed by a giggle left her smiling lips at the sudden action.

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The next evening Katie was walking down the stairs into the now refurbished courtyard when Klaus found her. “Well, I can’t say I don’t find you just as mouthwateringly tempting in that dress.” He told her as he took in the black dress with off the shoulder, three quarter sleeves of lace that continued over the bodice of the dress. The satin flowing skirt was short, stopping just above her knees, but the black panty hose and lace flats she wore with it kept it classy and elegant.

“Something tells me that you’d think I looked tempting wearing a burlap sack.” She told him with an eye roll. He just pulled the corners of his mouth down and tilted his head with a shrug agreeing with her. “So what are you going to do while Elijah and I are at the street festival?”

“Genevieve was all too eager to get her hands on mother’s grimoire.” He told her not being able to resist placing his hands on her hips and pulling her close.

“You think she’s going to try to steal it?” Katie asked curiously.

“Yes.” He answered. “She can’t risk not being seen at the festival, so she’ll most likely send a lackey or two. I’ll be here to intercept them if need be.”

Elijah cleared his throat and Katie turned from Klaus to see him walking down the stairs before she turned back to Klaus, who let go of her sides and tucked his hands behind his back. “See you at the after party?”

“Yes.” Klaus answered. “And I’ll give Davina the gift we discussed.” Katie cupped his cheek in her hand and caught his lips with hers. When the kiss broke she looked up at him through her lashes, a silent reminder that she loved him, then turned to Elijah.

“Ready?” he asked as he held his arm out to her.

“As I’ll ever be.” She told him as she took his offered arm and they left the courtyard.

“I’m a bit surprised Niklaus told you to ask me to accompany you tonight.” He told her as they strolled down the busy sidewalk waiting for the sun to set and the parade to start.

“I was too.” She admitted. “I just hope I’m not getting in the way of another woman who may wish to be wooed by you tonight.”

“I take it you’re referring to Francesca?” He said with a look at her across his shoulder and she gave him a knowing smile that made a smile pull at the corners of his lips. “If anything you are helping me send her a message.”

“And what message would that be?” Katie asked curiously.

“That her particular brand of business woman is not my type.” He answered.

“Then what is your type?” she asked without thinking as they walked past a booth selling glow sticks, light up noisemakers and other light up accessories.

“I’m afraid my answer to the question might overstep certain boundaries.” He answered with a look that only further answered her question. “So instead I’ll say you look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you.” she told him with a smile that said she was grateful he didn’t make things too awkward.

“Have you already eaten dinner?” he asked to change the subject.

“I had a small bite to eat a while ago.” She answered. “Why?”

“There’s a vendor around the corner selling gumbo. I hear it rivals Sophie’s.” He explained.

“Thanks, but I’ll pass.” She told him politely, but he still seems let down that she declined his offer of a food he knew she liked. “I appreciate the thought, but the baby’s in a weird position. She’s been putting pressure on my stomach all day. I can’t eat more than a few bites of something at a time without getting sick to my stomach.” When music started playing from the speakers on the stage at the end of the parade route they stopped walking and turned to the street.

People all dressed in the same shades of light brown lined the outer edges of the street, walking with lanterns on poles while The Harvest Girls were carried down the street on sedan thrones like queens. “Are you at least able to enjoy the festivities?” Elijah asked with a look across his shoulder at Katie who was still holding his arm.

She took her eyes off of Monique Deveraux, who was currently passing them, smiling and waving at the cheering crowd while wearing a headdress of white roses, accented by earthy elements and a brown dress, to smile up at him. “Yes. Is there ever a boring day in this city?” she asked.

“Only if you live on the outskirts.” He told her with a smirk referring to the time she spent bored out of her mind at the plantation house. She just shook her head at him and went back to watching the parade.

Abigail, the blond harvest girl, representing air, dressed in a simple white dress with shimmering long sleeves and a head dress made of draping cords of crystals passed by waving elegantly to the crowd, trying way too hard to look like a princess. When a light breeze caused Katie to shiver, Elijah noticed, took off the jacket he wore over his suit and draped it over her shoulders.

Katie knew it would be pointless to argue with him so she simply said, “Thank you” and accepted the coat. When she turned her eyes back to the street Davina was passing by, sitting in her throne as the embodiment of fire in a bright orange dress and an orange, red and black beaded headdress. When her eyes found Katie in the mix of people her face lit up and gave her a wave. Katie smiled and waved back, just happy to see a smile on the girl's face.

“That is yet another example of why I believe you will make just as wonderful of a mother this time around as you were with Jonah.” Elijah told her, making her look at him from Davina. “You care about her for no other reason than she needed someone to. She’ll never forget your kindness and honesty.”

“I just hope the witches aren’t being as hard on her as the ancestors were.” She sighed then watched as the Harvest Girls were lowered to the ground and helped down off their thrones.

After they took the stage Genevieve joined them. “And now in accordance with the Fête des Bénédictions, the witches of New Orleans bless you all.” Genevieve stepped aside and Monique stepped up and held her hands out to the side. The earth shook and while most people looked around in awe, Katie and Elijah simply watched as she lowered her arms and the earth calmed. She stepped back and Abigail stepped up and held her arms up beside her head. As she made a sweeping motion the wind kicked up and Katie pulled Elijah’s coat tighter around herself until she dropped her hands and the wind died down.

Abigail stepped behind Monique putting the spotlight on Davina who turned from the crowd and held her hand out at a fleur de lis that was hanging behind the stage setting off sparks that outlined it and when the out line was complete fireworks shot up from behind the stage lighting up the night sky with bursts of green, white and purple. “Is it stupid that I love fireworks?” Katie asked Elijah as she looked up.

“Not at all.” He answered and she looked at him. “I enjoy them quite a bit myself.” She simply smiled and looked back up at the sky as he rested his hand on her lower back and followed her gaze.

When the fireworks were over Katie and Elijah moved to the entrance of the building the after party was being held in and stood just inside the gate, welcoming the guests with a smile. When The Harvest Girls walked by Abigail and Monique just gave them polite smiles, but Davina stopped, “I’m so glad you could come.”

“What you thought I’d miss all this?” Katie asked with a look around. “Fire suits you by the way.”

Davina smiled and looked down at her bright dress. “Thank you.” One of the witches called Davina’s name from the door, getting her attention and then waved her inside. “I gotta go, but we’ll catch up later? I missed you at the last party.”

“Yeah, of course.” Katie answered then jerked her head for Davina to go inside before she got in trouble for lollygagging.

Davina was disappearing through the door of the building when Genevieve stopped and looked at Elijah. “Thank you, for all of this.”

“This isn’t for you.” Elijah replied choppily. “I didn’t even want to entertain the idea of this silly party, but Klaus argued that your people would never accept a truce unless we showed them some respect. So be it.” he held his hand out to the door with a condescending smirk on his face. “Enjoy your party.”

Genevieve looked down at Katie standing next to Elijah, dressed appropriately in an outfit that was showing far less skin than Genevieve’s black dress with two slits in the front of the long skirt that were just inches away from meeting her hip bones, showing a generous amount of leg when she walked. Seeing that Genevieve was trying to figure out Katie’s one eighty when it came to party attire, Elijah wrapped his arm around her waist and closed the small space between them. Genevieve just lifted a brow and hummed at the new development before she walked off.

“Why did you just give Klaus all the credit for this party?” Katie asked, not mad, just curious.

“I simply gave her reason to believe Klaus is on her side.” he explained with a look down at her. “It goes without saying that your argument was the reason I agreed.”

Katie just shook her head and looked back at the people passing them by. When Hayley and Jackson walked into the gate they stopped and turned to Katie and Elijah. Elijah and Jackson shook hands while Hayley, holding a white gift box in her hand, looked at Katie. “Are we good?”

Katie looked at Elijah then back at Hayley. “Yeah. No harm no foul.” Katie nodded graciously. “Our agreement still stands.”

Hayley gave her a tight lipped smile. “Thanks.” She took Jackson’s offered arm as they walked into the party. Then Elijah took his arm out from around Katie, closed the gate then offered her his arm. She took it and let him walk her into the party.

As the party started and people started sitting gifts at The Harvest Girls feet where they sat on thrones, Katie noticed that not a single gift was given to Davina and it was starting to hurt Davina and piss off Katie. “May I ask what that look on your face is about?” Elijah whispered from where he stood next to her.

“They are excluding Davina.” Katie answered and Elijah noticed the lack of gifts in front of Davina. “Excuse me for a moment.” She went to the restrooms, made sure no one else was in there then locked the door as she pulled her phone out of the silver clutch she’d been holding all night and called Klaus.

“Are you alright?” Klaus asked when he picked up.

“I’m fine. Listen, the witches are excluding Davina. They haven’t let her receive even a single gift and that part of the night is almost over.” Katie explained.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she receives our gift.” He told her with a devious tone in his voice. “I’ve taken out Genevieve’s lackey and mother’s grimoire is safe. I’m on my way now.”

“Then I’ll see you soon.” She replied then hung up. On her way out of the bathroom she bumped into Davina. “Hey, are you okay?” The hurt look was clear on the girl's face.

“Not really.” She sniffled then noticed someone behind Katie. “Josh, what are you doing here?”

“Are you kidding, there’s no way I’d miss out on your big day.” Josh answered. “Besides, music, wind, fire, the club kid in me is, like, in heaven.” Davina smiled but it quickly fell. “You don’t look like you’re having much fun though.” He looked at Katie wondering what happened.

“The other witches are being petty, as usual.” Katie explained.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Josh asked Davina who nodded and they turned to leave.

Katie was trying to think of a reason for her to stay when Klaus’s voice hit their ears. “Joshua.” The two teens turned and looked at Klaus. “What a fortunate coincidence finding you here.” They probably thought he sounded angry, but Katie knew why he called it a fortunate coincidence that Josh was there. “We have unfinished business.”

“You need to leave here. Right now.” Davina told him, getting ready to defend her friend if need be.

“Now, to be fair, you’re not quite as powerful as you once were, are you?” Klaus reasoned. “You’re in no position to give orders.” Klaus whooshed behind Josh and grabbed him by the back of his neck. “Come along, lad.”

“Hey, can we talk about this?” Josh asked as he walked him out into the party, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Josh?” Davina asked with a look back at Katie, scared for her friend. Katie kept her face emotionless as she followed them into the party then walked back over to Elijah.

“What is going on?” Elijah asked, looking a little worried at his brother's antics.

“You’ll see.” Katie told him. “No one’s going to get hurt.”

Klaus left Davina and Josh at the bottom of the stairs then walked up a few of them to be the center. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please.” He asked with his arms held out to the sides as if he were the ringleader of a circus. “We’re gathered here today to pay homage to our beloved witches, but one very special witch has been utterly ignored.” He walked down the stairs to stand on the bottom one. “That seems a little unfair to me.” he held a small jewelry box, tied closed with a dark purple bow, out to Davina.

“No.” she told him with a shake of her head making Klaus’s diabolical smirk fall. “I don’t want your gift.”

“I understand why you would reject me, given my original intentions for you.” he told her, holding the box out to her, but she still didn’t take it. So he tucked it back into his pocket and addressed the rest of the room. “In truth, many of us here today have been wronged in the conflict which my brother's treaty ended.” He looked back down the Davina. “Your friend Josh was involved in a plot to kill me. It would be well within my right to execute him. Here and now.”

Josh looked nervously between Davina and Klaus. “I thought you said no one was going to get hurt.” Elijah whispered.

“No one is. Just watch.” Katie told him then looked back at Klaus.

“But, in the spirit of solidarity, and for your favor, Davina, I hereby pardon him.” Klaus said as he set his hand on Josh’s shoulder then looked down at him. “Josh, from this day forward, you have nothing to fear from me.” he dropped his hand from Josh’s shoulder then looked at Davina and pulled the box out of his pocket, holding it out to her again. “Please.” Davina took the box from him, making Klaus smile in triumph.

When Klaus walked away Katie left Elijah’s side to go to Davina who was staring at the box in her hand. “So, are you gonna open it?” Josh asked with a smile, happy to be off of Klaus’s hit list.

“You’re gonna like it.” Katie sing-songed with a smile as she bumped Davina’s shoulder with hers.

Davina just smiled then untied the bow around and opened the hinged felt box containing a silver ring with a blue stone and a folded up piece of paper. After unfolding the paper Davina cast a confused look at Klaus’s back then looked at Katie. “Is this real?”

“Yep, straight from momma original’s cookbook.” Katie confirmed and Davina beamed up at Josh.

“What is it?” Josh asked, wanting to be let in on things.

“It’s the spell that makes daylight rings.” She told him, making him smile, then she looked at Katie. “Thank Klaus for me?”

“Sure.” Katie told her with a smile. “So, how have you been?” Katie asked.

Davina frowned. “Better now that I can do magic again, but the coven hates me. Monique used to be my best friend, but now she acts like she’s so much better than me.”

“Yeah, I saw her give you a few smug looks.” Katie observed. “But you know what?”

“What?” Davina asked.

“She’s not the one who was given a page from the spellbook of a very powerful witch.” Katie told her, making her smile shyly.

Elijah walked up and placed his hand on the small of Katie’s back. “I hate to pull you away, but there are a couple of faction leaders you have yet to officially get acquainted with.”

Katie parted ways with Davina and Josh and let Elijah lead her in mingling with the faction leaders. The party was going boringly smooth when a group of men dressed in white suits playing drums came down the grand staircase Katie thought it was a nice change of pace, but when they announced that they had a message from Marcel and slit their wrists her opinion quickly changed and dread took over the pit of her stomach.

Elijah stepped out of the group of spectators that had gathered around to watch and spoke to the vampires in the room who’s true faces were showing. “Control yourselves. This is a vulgar trick. We do not violate our agreement.”

As soon as he finished his sentence the lights flicked off and screams filled the room. “Klaus!” Katie yelled not able to see a thing in the room, but before Klaus could get to her the lights started flashing and the face of Thierry appeared in front of her before he bit her neck. Klaus pulled him off and threw him into the wall behind him. Instead of going after Thierry he kneeled down next to Katie and scooped her up into his arms.

When the lights flicked on Elijah whooshed to them where they were on the floor, Katie with her hand on her bleeding neck. “What happened?” Elijah asked as he brushed her hair aside and moved her hand to see that she had healed.

“One of them bit her.” he answered. “I didn’t see who.”

“It was Thierry.” She groaned and sat up with Klaus’s help.

“This is all my fault.” Klaus said with wide eyes. “I went for his girl so he came for mine.”

“Klaus…” Katie sighed.

“No, he’s right.” Elijah spoke up. “If Thierry is out for revenge he will not stop until you are dead.” He told her then looked up at Klaus.

Klaus helped Katie stand up. “Are you okay?” Katie just nodded. “Stay with Elijah.” He told her then started to walk off.

“What are you gonna do?” he asked and he walked back over to her and cupped her cheek in his hand.

“No one harms my family and lives.” He answered then kissed her on the forehead and left.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie was getting out of the shower when her phone started ringing and she looked at it to see Bonnie’s name. “Bonnie, hey, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you guys for days now.”

“Yeah, I saw your missed calls, I’m sorry I didn’t return them. Things have been a bit hectic here recently.” Bonnie answered.

“Well, what’s going on? Is everyone okay?” Katie asked, worried.

“Everyone’s okay, but a bunch of Travelers took a lot of Stefan and Elena’s blood because the blood of the last two remaining doppelgangers can undo a witch's magic. A bunch of the travelers drank it and committed mass suicide. When they passed through me it did something to the other side. Spirits are getting torn away from the other side into nothingness and they’ve been able to interact with our side.” as Bonnie explained things Katie went to the closet and grabbed a pair of pajamas off of the shelf. She was walking into the bedroom when Klaus walked in with blood on his hand.

“I bet spirits like Mason Lockwood are having a field day with Damon right now.” Katie guessed remembering the last time spirits could interact with the living.

“Yeah it’s worse than last time considering this time I’m getting pestered by ghosts with grudges against Damon.” She said as if her statement was aimed at someone in the room with her. “Anyway I just wanted to call you and let you know that we’re all okay and to keep an eye out for vengeful spirits. I don’t know how widespread this thin vale thing is and with you living in a house full of originals…”

“I’ll watch my back.” Katie assured her.

“I wish we could talk longer, but I have to go.” Bonnie told her, sounding annoyed.

“Yeah, just…stay in touch, okay?” Katie asked.

“I promise.” Bonnie told her. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Bon.” Katie replied then hung up the phone.

Klaus walked out of the bathroom and slipped his now clean hand over her bare shoulder. “Everything okay?”

Katie grabbed her pajama top and he stepped back to let her put it on. “That was Bonnie, there’s something going on with the other side.” he frowned as she grabbed her shorts and pulled them on. “The spirits are able to interact with our side, she was warning me in case it wasn’t just happening in Mystic falls.” When she was done getting dressed she stepped back into him and wrapped her around him, resting her forearms on his shoulders while her fingers played with his hair. “Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary?”

“Nope.” He answered as he wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands on her lower back. “Have you?”

“Nope.” She popped the p at the end of the word. “So I take it Thierry is dead?”

“Yep, like I told you, no one harms my family and gets away with it.” he told her as he cupped her cheek in his hand, but she turned her head when she yawned. “You know he is just the first of many to come, right?” Klaus asked as she walked around to her side of the bed and pulled the covers back.

“Uh huh.” Katie answered and was about to slip into bed, but he whooshed in front of her. She looked up at him through her lashes.

“We have to talk about this, love.” He urged.

“You have enemies and your enemies tend to do to you what you do to them. It’s pretty obvious to me that you see, or have seen, love as a weakness and you’ve exploited that weakness in the past. So they will come after me because unlike the rest of the people you love I can die. It’s not anything I didn’t already know when I fell in love with you.”

“But tonight-”

“You saved me.” she pointed out then grabbed his face gently in her hands. “You pulled Thierry off of me and you saved…us.” she looked down at her stomach then back up at him. “I’m a human in a vampire’s world and tonight my life was threatened.” She moved her hands to rest on his chest. “It only reminded me that I have to take advantage of every moment I’m still breathing. We have to create as many little moments of bliss as we can because you are going to need them to look back on when I’m gone.”

To shut her up and keep any more talk of her leaving him from escaping her mouth he kissed her and he didn’t stop until they were both out of breath. “I will not let anything take you from this earth, you hear me?” Katie just nodded and let him scoop her up with a whoosh and lay her in bed then lay down beside her.

They didn’t talk, they didn’t kiss or make love. They simply enjoyed the warmth, the comfort and the relaxation of being in one another’s arms.

[kiranatrix]

Technology Liaison

Written for @deathnotetober [Day 3-- Leather]

Characters: Light and Ryuk / Rating: G

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“Ryuk, what exactly is the Death Note made of?” Light paused in his writing, swiveling his desk chair to face the shinigami lounging on his bed. It had taken no time at all for Ryuk to make himself at home in Light’s room.

“Eh?” Ryuk licked some apple bits off his chops. “Uhhh...lemme think.” He wracked his brain— or whatever shriveled up organ was up there— while tapping a long talon against his teeth. “I dunno.”

Light sighed, “You’re really useless, you know that?” He turned back to look at the Death Note, closing it to get a better look at the cover under his desk lamp. His curiosity had been piqued and now it was bothering him. “The pages feel like paper but you said they continually replace themselves so it can’t really be paper.”

“Uh huh. Yup, I did say that.” Ryuk couldn’t remember saying that but Light was correct so he must have at some point. “Makes more pages when you fill ‘em up. Convenient, right?”

“And the outside cover...it feels like leather.” Light traced his fingers over the embossed white letters and the pebbly black cover. “Are there cows in the Shinigami realm?”

“What’s a cow?” Ryuk scratched his chin until he suddenly remembered. “Oh that’s right, that  big animal that’s kinda dumb, eats all day, lazes around?”

“Sort of reminds me of someone else,” Light snickered. “But do you have any where you’re from? Or any animals?”

“Nope!” Ryuk tossed back another apple, crunching it loudly as he talked. “Nothin’ but dust and shinigami up there. Told you it was boring.”

“I guess it’s not leather then.” Light tried to scratch the surface of the notebook with the tip of his mechanical pencil but it didn’t make a mark. “And indestructible?”

“Naw, fire can destroy it. Don’t see what you’d wanna go and do that for though.” Ryuk eyed him warily. If Light burned it up then his precious fun would be over.

“Don’t worry, I’m not thinking of doing that.” Light tore off a piece of the Death Note’s paper and dropped it in his glass of water, watching it sink. “The paper doesn’t get soggy either, hmm.”

Ryuk floated over to look in the glass as well. “Whatcha care so much for? The notebook does what you want it to do. Pfft, never had a human be so curious about it before.”

“You’ve given others the notebook before?” Light looked up with real interest. He loved to hear that he stood out among Ryuk’s other humans. “Who? When?”

“Against the rules to tell you their names. Nobody real memorable, though.” Ryuk hovered in mid-air on his side, head propped up in his hand. “But, uh…it was probably several of your human centuries ago. Passed like a flash for us.”

“Hmm.” Light flipped back to the first page, which had been blank when he’d gotten it and was now filled with names. “The Death Note couldn’t have looked like this several centuries ago. It’s meant to look like a modern school notebook, from this era.”

“Nope.” Ryuk snapped his fingers and the Death Note in Light’s grasp suddenly morphed into a heavier tome, with gold script lettering on a red leather cover. “Looked like that.” He snapped again and it became a scroll of thick, rough paper, tied in the middle with a black ribbon. “And like this, the time before. Think the first time I dropped one down it became some kinda rock, hyuk hyuk. Had to be more careful where I tossed it.”

“A rock!” Light gazed at the Death Note in awe as it flashed through earlier and earlier iterations, until indeed there was a flat, square rock in his hand. “What did they do, carve names into it?”

“Uh huh. Took a little while and wasn’t as sneaky as what you got. You’re lucky huh!” Ryuk laughed and changed it back into the recognizable slim black notebook.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Light wasn’t really any closer to understanding what the Death Note was made of, but it wasn’t any substance found on Earth. “I wonder what will happen when nobody writes anything anymore. People use computers more and more these days, Ryuk. Eventually humans might forget how to write by hand at all.” He grinned at the worried look on the shinigami’s face, teasing, “Maybe in the future it’ll have to be a digital Death Note or you won’t get to have any fun.”

“Wha?? I don’t think the Shinigami King knows anything about computers!” Ryuk briefly stuck his head inside Light’s desktop computer, groaning at all the complicated wires and circuits. “Damn. Maybe I should bring this up at the next shinigami committee meeting.”

“Committee meeting?” Light giggled. “Are you serious?”

“We have ‘em once an eon or two. Justin Armonia sure has fun gripin’ about how lazy we are and how the Realm’s gone to hell.” Ryuk wasn’t sure another meeting was coming up anytime soon, though. “But Justin don’t know about computers either.”

“Sounds like your King needs a human who does.” Light smiled and leaned back in his chair, an interesting idea springing to mind. “A human who isn’t afraid of your kind and could teach you about technology.”

“I guess so, but…well then they’d have to come to the Shinigami Realm and we’re supposed to send ‘em to Mu after we write their names.”

Light frowned slightly, pretending to be dismayed. “That’s too bad. Guess the shinigami won’t be able to keep up with the times much longer.” He turned back to the notebook, humming to himself as he got back to writing. Any moment now.

“Uh…what about you? You’re good with that stuff, aren’t ya?” Ryuk poked Light in the arm hopefully. The prospect of not being able to come back and watch a human use his notebook—ever again!— was too awful to entertain.

“Yeah, but like you said, I wouldn’t be any good at helping the King if I’m in Mu.” Light turned on his TV to watch the news, acting completely nonchalant. “Pity.”

Ryuk was quiet for a while, looking between Light and the notebook and the TV. “Guess we’ll talk about that when you die.”

Light looked up with a slight smirk, nothing too obviously triumphant. “Guess so.”