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writercole · 2 years

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All You Get

Squares: Free Space @lgbtqbingo Words: 1010 Credits: @therebeccaw @wildbornsiren and @imjess-themess for the inspiration. Warnings: Smut. 18 +. Minors DNI. Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Oral (f receiving), cream pie, voyeurism, dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, begging kink, cum play, restraints used, mentions of punishment, dirty talk, begging, talk of overstimulation, consensual sex between multiple partners. A/N: I'm...I don't...no words. None.

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Whines and whimpers filled the room where Jake was kneeling between her spread legs, his face buried in her chunt. He glanced up through his lashes, making eye contact with Bob standing behind her, one hand fisted in her hair while the other slid beneath the neckline of her shirt, groping her breast roughly.

Bob gave a slight nod and pinched her nipple while Jake sucked hard at her clit. Her hand shot up to hold on to Bob’s wrist only to be slapped away roughly.

“No touching, honey,” Bob growled, tipping her head backwards to look him in the eye. “Tell me why we’re doing this.”

“Ah!” she exclaimed when Jake nipped at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, telling her to hurry and answer Bob’s question without words. “You and Jake get to make me come over and over - ohgodjakerightthere - because Bradley was - please, I’m so close!”

“You can come as soon as you tell me what Bradley did.”

“Because Bradley was an absolute moron about the shower!” she rushed out in one breath.

“That’s a good girl,” Bob cooed as his hand closed around her throat. “Cum on Jake’s face, honey. Make him shine.”

Her whole body trembled as her release washed over her, gushing onto Jake’s face. He helped her ride out her high before he stood, winking at her before he turned to face the other person in the room.

“Please. Bob, Jake. I need to touch her,” Bradley whined as he strained against the two belts holding his wrists to the slats of the dining chair.

“Not a chance in hell, Bradshaw,” Jake scoffed as he crossed the space in two strides, fisting Bradley’s hair and tipping his head back. “You turned her down so you get to watch with barely a taste.”

Jake kissed him roughly, making sure to swipe his tongue against Bradley’s, smirking when Bradley groaned at the taste of her tang on his lips.

“That’s all you get,” Bob shrugged as he released her hair, moving around to take up Jake’s position between her legs, his hard cock in his fist. “You’re going to learn your lesson about denying our girl anything she wants.”

Jake was behind her in an instant, his hands on her tits and his breath in her ear. “Just how many loads do you think she can take before she’s fucked so dumb she can’t remember our names?” he taunted, his gaze focused on Bradley’s face as he sucked her earlobe.

The only response he received in return was a strangled whine from across the room and he chuckled, the vibration sending a shiver down her spine.

“Look at you, honey, all ready for me,” Bob praised, running the tip of his cock through her dripping folds, pressing his thick head into her tight pussy inch by throbbing inch.

“Fuck her good, Bob,” Jake said as he rolled her hardened buds between his fingers. “Tell me, darlin’, how does he feel inside you? Looks to me like you’re so wet he just slid right in.”

“It’s so good,” she panted, “so wet. So close. Please, sir, please. I’m so close.”

“Not yet, honey,” Bob refused as he picked up his pace, his balls slapping against her puckered hole. “Beg for me. You beg so pretty.”

“Please let me cum on your huge cock, sir. Please. Can’t hold it back much longer. Please, sir. Please!” she begged, her voice rising in octave and volume, the final word a shrill yell echoing off the walls.

“Such a good girl. Let go, honey,” commanded Bob.

Her walls cinched around him, sucking him back in greedily as they fluttered, triggering his own release, spilling his hot seed deep into her womb.

Jake whispered praise in her ear as they came down, Bob scooping the cum dripping out with his fingers and bringing them to her mouth. She licked his fingers clean with a moan as the door opened, Phoenix slipping into the room with a smirk.

“I didn’t know there was a party going on,” she called as she stripped out of her uniform.

“Phoenix, please make them let me go. I need to touch her, you, myself, someone,” Bradley begged, jerking his arms against his bindings.

Phoenix looked between Bob and Jake, a silent conversation passing between the three of them.

“We’d let her touch herself before you can touch anything,” Bob sneered, caressing her face gently.

“You left some for me, right?” Phoenix questioned, sauntering over to Bradley, trailing her fingertips across his shoulders, admiring the view of her lover’s swollen cunt filled with cum.

“Oh, we’re just getting started, aren’t we darlin?” Jake promised, a devilish grin on his face as she nodded eagerly.

“Can you get on all fours for me, baby?” Phoenix cooed from behind Bradley. Phoenix let her hand fall to Bradley’s lap when she got a nod and movement from across the room. Her knuckles brushed against his shaft, making it jump before her nails scraped up his chest, his head falling back and his breathing shallow.

Phoenix settled herself under her lover’s cunt, licking her lips as she pulled on her hips, lowering her just over her face. Jake knelt at Y/N’s head, her mouth falling open instinctively. He tapped his dick against her tongue, relishing in the needy whimper that fell from her mouth.

Jake slid between her lips and Phoenix licked a wide stripe up her slit. Jake fucked her face while Phoenix cleaned any trace of Bob from her pussy, forgetting about herself entirely as she brought her partner to another thigh-trembling release.

Bob watched the scene unfold as he stroked his length, feeling it harden in his fist as Jake spilled down her throat. He let them relax momentarily before instructing them to untie Bradley, earning a confused glance from Phoenix.

“Our girl gets to call the shots for a bit,” he explained. “Anything she wants to see done to Bradshaw is what he’ll get. I can guarantee that he’ll have learned his lesson after that.”

#writercole #spicy fic #lemon fic #jake 'hangman' seresin #bobfucks #bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace #rooster bradshaw

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 4 months

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Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark

Summary:

To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?

Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?

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Content warnings for this chapter: ptsd

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Chapter 23 - Inej

Everything hurt. The world returned to Inej in slow, strange flashes as her eyes opened but her vision blurred and bled. Short, shallow breaths heaved in her chest as she tried to sit up, sharper pain suddenly rocketing through her leg. She hissed, grabbing the mattress and the headboard to steady herself.

“Easy,” said a soft voice nearby, “easy, you’re okay,”

It took a moment for Inej to find her room at the Slat and come to proper attention. Nina spun into view standing opposite her, arms outstretched as though she were expecting Inej to faint and fall right off the bed. She very well may have been about to.

“Nina…”

“Lie down,” Nina murmured, as Inej let her slip her hands through hers and ease back against the pillow, “You need to rest,”

Inej wanted to protest but the pain was terrible and there were dark spots crowding in her vision, their edges fizzling with sparks as they clamoured for her attention. Her breaths came shakily and she closed her eyes, lying on her back, tightening her fingers around Nina’s hand. Between them they managed to move Inej’s pillow and prop her up against the headboard, but Inej wasn’t entirely convinced she would have been able to move herself alone. Her leg was on fire and her skin was shaking as though it intended to stand up without her muscles following it, to leave her cold and throbbing like an oyster pulled out of its shell.

“You should drink some water,” said Nina, softly, pressing a flask into Inej’s hands.

“How long was I out?” she whispered, raising the water slowly to her lips.

“Not as long as I’d like you to have been,” admitted Nina, “Only four hours or so. You need to sleep,”

Inej didn’t want to sleep. She wanted to stand up and prove to herself that she was fine, that her pain would dissipate and she would be able to walk, run, climb as soon as possible. She settled for sipping her water, watching Nina over the rim of the flask. Inej’s room was tight but Nina had brought one of the many spindly, mismatched dining chairs from downstairs and just about managed to fit it in. It was a snug fit, the chair was pressed against both the wall and Inej’s mattress so it wasn’t possible to sit on it without bringing your legs to the side, like Nina was now. For a while they sat there in the relative quiet, the voices below a distant ocean chorus, as Inej tried to sort through her clouded thoughts, a sudden panic seizing her as her hands began to trace her belt, her sleeves, her sides.

“Do you want something to eat?” asked Nina lightly, in the middle of turning back to face Inej and apparently not yet having noticed her frenzy.

“Where are my knives? Nina - Nina, where -?”

“It’s okay,” Nina looked briefly panicked, “It’s okay, they’re here,” she opened the top drawer of Inej’s little nightstand, the only furniture she had but her bed and clothes chest, so she could see the knives neatly laid out along the base of the wood, “I’m sorry, I needed somewhere to put them and the drawer was empty. I could put them on top so you can see them-”

Inej shook her head.

“It’s alright,” she breathed, “I’m sorry, I… I don’t know,”

But she knew where they were now. As much as she might want to ignore that nervous, irrational part of her mind instead of having to find the right ways to calm it, at least it had relaxed some, now, and she could temporarily set it to one side. She breathed.

“What happened?” she ventured, after a minute had passed, “After…”

“Kaz went to the Crow Club, I assume he’s still there; I haven't seen him. Anika and Roeder missed Wylan at the docks, Jesper ran after the boat - I don’t know what happened, but he came by a few hours ago to say Wylan was alright,”

“He’s okay?”

Nina shrugged.

“He’s alive,”

That was probably about the best they could have hoped for. Inej hadn’t been able to make much sense of half the things she’d found at the Van Eck house, but fathers didn’t just decide to send hired guns after their children on a casual whim. The paper trail that led Inej to Miggson and Prior had not been the only plan, though as far she could tell it was the only one that ever got further than a half-baked shape of an idea, and Van Eck didn’t seem to be trying particularly hard to hide them anywhere but beneath other papers in one of the many drawers in his unnecessarily large desk. Inej sipped her water again, nodding vaguely in response to Nina as she said something about bringing her some food. She let Nina feel her forehead when she asked, and the Heartrender returned with a cold compress before she went to get them both something to eat.

Once Nina had returned and they’d both had some lunch - cheese sandwiches followed by a few little sweet rolls Nina had bought from the bakery down the street recently enough that they weren’t too dry yet - Inej reached her arms either side of her and sat up off the headboard to stretch her spine.

“I need to move,” she said eventually, when Nina had taken her plate off her and set it on the little nightstand.

“You should rest,”

Inej just shook her head.

“I need to move,”

She rolled slightly, planting her hands onto the mattress so she could lean her weight into her arms and drag her leg slightly behind her. The compress round her neck - she’d almost forgotten it was there - slipped and flopped onto the mattress as she moved, and Nina stood to pick it up. Inej’s knee screamed at her as soon as she moved it, spots clouded into her vision once again and she tensed, feeling herself sway, clutching Nina’s outstretched hands.

“You’re okay,” Nina whispered, holding her close, “You’re okay. Come here, sit on the edge of the mattress,”

Inej shuffled forwards and Nina sat down next to her, one hand hovering between them as though Inej was going to collapse at any second. To be entirely honest she wasn’t sure she could discount the possibility.

“Just lift your leg up and down,” said Nina, hinging her own leg from knee as she spoke, “Go slow. Just try to get some movement there,”

Inej found herself gripping the edge of the mattress until the sheet began to ball up inside her fists, gritting her teeth as she moved her leg slowly up and down. It took an infuriating amount of effort just to do it once, and despite Nina forming the beginnings of a question Inej just bit her lip and tried again. She was left almost breathless, with burning annoyance heating in her cheeks.

“Don’t rush it,” Nina’s voice was gentle, “Just keep trying when you can,”

Over the slow remainder of the day Inej switched between lying down, trying to quell the voices in her head, and slowly pushing her leg to each new limit she could think of, trying to quell the screaming in her head. Nina stayed with her all day, letting Inej lean on her as she tried to put weight onto her knee, keeping the damp cloth round the back of Inej’s neck cool, easing her pain when it got to its worst and telling her stories when other things got to their worst.

“Nina…” Inej said at some point, when it suddenly occurred to her they’d been together for hours on end even before she woke up, “Don’t you have to be at work?”

“Oh, erm…” Nina bit the inside of her lip, “I’m kind of suspended. But Kaz talked Feliks out of firing me, so that’s good,”

Inej stared at her.

“What did you do?” she asked, and then about five minutes later, “You did the right thing, Nina,”

Nina smiled sadly, moving Inej’s hand up and down a little where their fingers were clasped.

“Why does doing the right thing feel so rotten?”

“Nina-”

“I’m not sure I really helped Elodie very much. We had to talk him out of not getting rid of her, too,”

“Is she alright?”

“I think so? I can’t be on premises, Feliks doesn’t want to explain my absence so he’s delayed all my appointments by excuse of being on a job with the Dregs - or probably in vaguer, nicer sounding terms to the clients, but the point is I’m not supposed to be there,”

Inej squeezed Nina’s fingers.

Jesper slipped briefly in and out a couple of times to check how she was doing, and Nina took the opportunity to stretch her legs and get them both some more food or drinks.

“How’s Wylan?”

“I’d say he’s been better,” Jesper shuffled the precarious chair a little closer so he could take Inej’s hand, and both of them cringed slightly at the ugly squeaking it made against the floorboards, “But he agreed to meet Kaz tomorrow, I guess that’s good,”

“Did you tell him Kaz wants him for demolitions?”

Jesper sucked his teeth.

“... I may have told him I work at a bar,”

“And when he meets Kaz tomorrow?”

“I’m very much operating on a figure-it-out-as-you-go-along-and-hope-for-the-best kinda plan,”

“That’s all your plans,”

“Aw, you know me so well!”

When early evening fell, Nina closed Inej’s curtains and found her pyjamas to lay them on the end of the bed. Inej stayed sitting as Nina leaned over her for a brief embrace, then bid her goodnight as she left the room. It took a while for Inej to manage changing into her ill-fitting pyjamas but that may have been a blessing because the energy it took was about the right amount to leave her ready to sleep. She crawled beneath her duvet in slow bursts, pushing herself gently down the mattress by pressing her weight against the headboard until she was all but horizontal. Her head was heavy, the pain in her leg was slowly dulling to an easy enough ache after the sharp, explosive pains that changing had fired through her, but as she leant into the pillow she was allowed only the briefest moment of closing her eyes.

“Saints,” said someone’s crisp, cool voice as a breeze wound its way into Inej’s room and she shot upright like a marionette with a tugged string, “I thought she’d never leave,”

Pain spiralled its way through Inej’s leg and the fuzzy, swimming sensation in her head returned at the sudden movement, but none of that mattered now. Because Inej could barely move. And Liesbeth Stoevelaar was standing in her bedroom.

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envihellbender · 15 days

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More fat Michael and Gerry !!

Rating: Mature (kink)

Characters: Gerard Keay, Michael Shelley

Content: feedee/feeder, feedee Michael, feeder Gerry

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The loud creaking of the bed springs, the clattering of the slats that really needed reinforcing, the wheezing groan, and the loud thumping footsteps told Gerry that Michael was awake from the other side of their little flat in their modest kitchen. There was already a large buffet out specifically for Michael all over the small dining table but Gerry wanted the eggs to be as fresh as possible. He’d timed it perfectly so that when the tall, waddling young man made it to his specially reinforced bariatric chair - which had to be pushed back to make way for his expansive gut as it brushed against the floor and pushed his rotund to the sides causing a slight pain in his hips when he walked - Gerry had placed in front of him a large plate of six fried, seven poached, and five scrambled eggs on top of his breakfast feast of pancakes, toast, croissants, muffins, veggie bacon, and veggie sausages.

“G’morning, babe,” Gerry said with a proud grinning, kissing on top of Michael’s curls.

“Wow, amazing as always, my love,” he replied, his voice a wheezing gasp at the exertion from walking so far. As if reading his mind - or rather the red, sweat-covered cheeks - Gerry hurried to the fridge to get a large two litre bottle of Fanta. He pulled over a foldable table and placed it on top since there wasn’t room for it. He unfastened the lid, knowing that Michael struggled with it now his hands were so plump and swollen. He then sat down and helped himself to one pancake and covered it in syrup and chopped up banana. It looked comically small next to Michael’s who looked at Gerry quizically.

“You sure you have enough to eat?” He asked unsure as to how anyone could live on such a small breakfast.

“Uh-huh,” Gerry mumbled around his mouthful, he swallowed a little forcefully. “I’m good babe, don’t worry.”

“Oh, okay…” Michael wasn’t sure but gave in and began devouring the food in front of him. After finishing the eggs he no longer bothered with a knife and fork, using both his hands to shovel food into his mouth. Gerry watched in adoration, he loved seeing the crumbs stick to his plump lips and the sauce pool into his neck roll. He was delighted that Michael didn’t bother to wear pyjamas anymore or many clothes around the house, because seeing the food fall onto his gigantic breasts that poured out into his lap was quite the sight. “Oh erm, by the way.” Michael had a mouthful of Fanta, and stifled a burp behind one hand. “Erm. Yeah so, Emma’s going to drop off a few boxes of work for me today. Hoping I could work from home maybe.” Gerry tried to hide his delight at hearing just that.

“Great! That’ll be easier on your joints, won’t it? I know how tiring getting into the office is now,” he replied sympathetically.

“Yeah! Yeah, exactly. So, I dunno. I dunno how I got round-” Michael frowned. He had a theory, but didn’t want to sound like he was accusing Gerry. Instead he began filling his mouth with the rest of the pancakes.

“That’ll be great, anyway. I’ll go get the shower ready, yeah? So you’re ready when she gets here.” Gerry bounced to his feet, a wide grin on his face as he resisted the urge to whistle on the way to the bathroom through fear of seeming suspiciously happy. What Michael didn’t know was that under the floorboards by the door was the only Leitner that Gerry wouldn’t burn, one he took from his mother and acted as a faux-Eye of sorts. So long as Michael stayed in the same room as it, Elias couldn’t see him and the Archives would carry on as if Michael was right in the heart of it. All Gerry had to do was make sure he fed Michael up so he was big enough he couldn’t leave the flat, which was turning out to be far easier than he thought. That was why when he prepared the shower he felt an ecstatic hyperactivity filling his body. He’d finally figured out how to keep Michael safe.

#do not archive #envi writes #feedee/feeder #ssbhm feedee #wg fiction

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wafflebloggies · 9 months

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the long con - part 7/7

a Don't Feed The Muse/Captain Disillusion crossover story. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

The Captain stood in the middle of the Mayhew’s front hall, letting the door swing slowly to behind him. In the warm darkness, his sharp eyes sought a point up and to the left, moved away, found the deeper vacancy ahead where the foyer led to the second floor. The hallway was high and open, with a long transom of square panes above the door and a thin sidelight window like a straight slatted backbone to each side. The streetlights cast a tall golden gateway, surprisingly bright, framing his shadow and stretching across and along the glossy wood floor.

He put out a hand, found a switch. The illusion was broken, warm light picking out an ordinary, tidy, two-story space, with pictures on the walls and filling a sideboard of heavy red wood, an open room to the side mostly taken up by a big dining-table, with all of the chairs pushed neatly in. Faith, said a little wooden ornament hanging from the ceramic keyplate by the door, in painted letters. Be Joyful Always, Pray Continually, advised the big dark span of barnwood, directly under the transom, in a looping, light-hearted font.

Precious Memories, said a long picture-frame directly across the hall, busy with a collage of photos of two children- no, three, as the Captain took another closer look he saw that Anthony was there too, in several photos with Mark, from kids barely school-age to teens to two grinning adults with their arms draped around each other.

The Captain looked away from the pictures and up the wooden staircase, to the darkness where the banister gave a sharp right-angled bend around a hidden corner, disappeared into shadows. He removed his other hand slowly from his jacket pocket, cleared his throat.

“I come in peace,” he said.

The house seemed unimpressed. That it seemed to be anything was a peculiar feeling, that the Captain would have been more than happy to chalk up to his hyper-awareness, to the extremely weird day he was having, to anything other than the fact that there was a sluggish heaviness to the air and that his head had started to hurt again, dully, as soon as he’d stepped over the threshold.

He climbed the shadowy staircase. The first half was easy, with the hallway lights at his back, his shadow dark and jagged up the treads in front of him as if it was in a hurry to get there first. Past watercolours and a framed cross-stitch, to the turn. The darkness beyond, up to the landing, was heavy, like a physical curtain barring the upper floor from sight. It felt, to the Captain, like it was daring him to come any closer.

The Captain was irritable enough, by this point, to take it straight up on the offer. He snapped his fingers, and a screen shaped itself above his hand, lighting the way. It took him a couple of seconds to realise that it was playing the sewer scene from IT, and he tapped at it impatiently until it settled down into a featureless, even light. As he continued to the top of the stairs, it bathed the walls, the farmhouse-style shutter on the landing window, the surprising spindly shape of a side-table, in a uniform white-blue glow.

“Hey,” he said, lifting his voice. “You can drop the slasher movie act. I know you’re here.”

The hallway was as tidy and scrupulously clean as the rest of the house. He turned left, through a panelled door, and found himself in a mid-sized bedroom. Here, the methodical upkeep seemed to have faltered. It didn’t feel so much like the result of a messy nature, than simply a creeping lack of care. The bed was unmade and the floor was scattered with clothes. DVD cases were piled everywhere in untidy stacks, and a PC stood on a cluttered, dirty desk littered with discs and papers.

The Captain glanced at everything, seemed to pay attention to nothing in particular, missed very little. There were more photos pinned here and there between the collage of movie posters that covered the walls, several stuck up near the bed. A dark-haired woman with smiling eyes and a fretful-looking guy with a snub nose and glasses. Mark and the other, older kid. Mark and Anthony, again, in matching track shirts, beaming at the camera.

He looked at the photo, at all of the photos, at the only movie poster in a frame, on the wall next to the closet door.

“The original trilogy was better,” he said.

As if this was a password, the closet door cracked open, just a tiny bit. The Captain stepped back sharply, his screen sputtering for a second before it regained its form. He stood, facing the slatted door, a bright yellow shape in a sea of blue and white and dark slanting shadows, and he didn’t move again, not even when a low, liquid sound like a burbling laugh seeped slowly up his spine and rose, like black groundwater, into the back of his mind.

“Oh, no. I don’t do the whole ‘telepathy’ thing. Come on, it’s only polite, if you want to have a conversation, use your words.”

...my words?

The Captain blinked. A very small amount of black, almost indistinguishable from the thin streaky line that held his mask in place over the chrome, started to wind its way from his nose. He sniffed it away, sharply.

“There you go. Much better.”

you. shouldn’t. be here.

“Yeah, well, I was invited. What’s your excuse?”

The feeling of laughter again, sluggish and thick.

we thought. our host was. more reliable. but… he still has. so much. to lose. our methods always work. in the end. he only needs. a little more

motivation.

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing a lot about your methods.” The Captain folded his arms. “Enough to be pretty sure I don’t like them. I can’t say I understand what your endgame is here, but you nearly got two people killed tonight, and that’s definitely not the way to build a lasting partnership. You can’t ‘motivate’ humans to make art by making them miserable. And, I hope you don’t need me to spell it out, but you can’t be someone’s creative inspiration if they’re dead.”

He dropped his voice, his tone serious, earnest. “Listen, let me give you the low-down on this, okay? I know these people. I know how they work. I’ve been here, learning about them, living with them, for a long time. Well- not literally with them, a few thousand kilometres above them most of the time if you wanna get specific- but the point is, I know how you feel right now. You’re small, you’re scared, you think you’re all alone on this weird planet, and I know you probably think this is the only way you can get what you need, but it’s not. All these lies, all this- manipulation, trying to cut this poor kid off from the rest of his species just so you can coerce him into swallowing your screwed-up version of reality, it’s- it’s not gonna fly.”

no…?

The closet door moved again, as if stirred by a breath. There was a new note in the voice, now. Curdled and laboured still, even as it halted and pawed slowly and thickly through each word, it sounded chillingly gleeful.

it seems. to have worked. for you.

“Alright, that’s it-” The Captain stepped forwards, grabbed the handle, and in one move threw the closet door wide open.

It was empty.

Or, not quite empty. As the Captain stood, confused, looking into a shallow space with a few hangars still bundled on the rail, a few boxes stacked on shelves above, he could make up a dark, spreading splotch in the lower corner. By the light of his screen he could see it, like a burn, a sludgy Pompeii cast, the shadowy shape where something had been for a while and was no longer. The impressions of fine lines, like fern fronds or fungus, crawled across the carpet and the walls, radiating outwards, etched like the marks of something that had been clinging on for dear life with a grip that stained and scarred.

The Captain looked at it, and a shivery crawling ice-cold sensation travelled slowly all the way up to the top of his head. It was the feeling of adjusting ideas. He’d been quick to point out, earlier, that Mark’s ideas were not set in stone, that his certainties could still change and that being open-minded was not just necessary but healthy, a vital critical skill. He was, on the whole, a huge fan of the concept. What he was not a fan of was the simple difference between knowing, on Mark’s advice, that the thing was in the closet and couldn’t move, and now knowing that yes it could and it might be anywhere.

A sound, low and somehow sticky, just above the threshold of silence. The Captain turned, sharply, looked up. Flung up an arm, the bright screen at his shoulder flaring and scattering apart as his concentration broke-

-and the light went out.

pathetic.

The voice, slow and satisfied, in the darkness.

you thought you were. the only one who could see. these humans. how they really are. you thought. you have. the insight… to understand… us?

from them?

or.

from you?

It felt like drowning, bodiless, a sinking scrap of flotsam in a sea of black ink. It felt like dying. It felt like falling, hurtling through space, without the strength to stop or save himself, bright stars burning above, black earth below. It felt like-

small. scared.

The voice was laughing.

alone.

Somewhere, a million miles away in the physical world, he knew his body still existed, still moved and breathed. He couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see anything but the blackness and the terrible awareness of the thing that had been playing with Mark Mayhew for months, the ghastly enveloping consciousness of a thing that was bigger, somehow so much bigger, than any gluey spitball lump in a closet had the right to be.

He had been wrong. He had tried to think, he had wanted to think, that the thing felt huge because it had such a strong hold, that it seemed so vast and looming because of how much it overshadowed Mark’s mind, how much it had gorged itself on the ideas and energy of the human it had chosen. Now, too close and too late, he felt the full scale of it, the sense of many, the voice in his head just one swollen tendril of a gargantuan, interconnected whole.

so weak. so limited. so much. like us but… so much less. you attached yourself to one human. one host. to survive. his ideas. gave you form.

The feeling of intrusion, of this careless amused thing pawing clumsily through his memories, was an obscene assault on all of the senses he had left. He would have screamed, if he’d still been in control of anything to scream with.

his power to create. yours. his identity. yours. such short-sighted… waste. to chain yourself to one. finite. human. when every idea in this world. could be yours.

you chase. their approval. try to influence. their minds. always afraid… that they will stop. giving.

that he will forget you.

A long, complacent, unbearable breath. Wet, slow, full of teeth, the sound of a wide, wide, jagged smile.

humans forget. so easily. our host. will not know. what became of you. in time. he will give us. his ideas. his channel. his friend. his mind. in time. he will give us. everything he has left. and with Reconnection… everything he was. will only be another part. of us.

of all. of us.

of MOTHER.

Eyes and teeth, teeth and eyes. A world, a whole world of nothing but heaving black and gold, hunger and hatred.

With a horrendous effort, the Captain looked back. Made himself look. To remember he had a mouth, a tongue, a voice of his own, that he knew words, that he had something to say, these things felt like the most arduous impossibilities in the world, but to remember them was to grasp that they were real. That if these things were real-

-so was he.

“You… forgot…” He had to stop, gather strength. Every word felt like it weighed a ton, his voice weak, thin, like the echo of something only half there. But he could hear it, he could hear himself, the reassurance of the sound existing in a physical space, an incontrovertible reality.

As if his voice was a locus, a signal in the dark, he began to grasp some sense of what kind of a space it was. Wood panelling, clean stone flags, copper pans and utensils hanging from the ceiling like strange fruit, a door somewhere to the left with thick, dimpled glass. Not the place he’d lost himself in. Perhaps he’d wandered down the dark, creaking stairs without knowing it, perhaps he’d been drawn mechanically down, closer, the cellar door a yawning black mouth at the kitchen’s end. He couldn’t know for sure, but it mattered very little as long as he could sense that there was movement, here in the darkness. Something besides himself.

He tried again.

“… forgot something…”

The voice was amused. It couldn’t hear, or maybe it was deaf altogether, to the sharp bright sound that was growing clearer by the second in the Captain’s mind. He could feel the sluggish thing gathering itself, maybe bored of this game, maybe too hungry to resist much longer, even for fun.

oh? tell us.

The Captain’s gloved hands felt numb and a billion miles away from his body, but with his rising sense of where he was came control, and with slow groping fingers he found the pocket of his jacket, felt inside. Brought out Alan’s phone, the screen bright, the call-time ticking.

And then there was a click, and a sick, squishing, suckery smack, and as light flooded across the kitchen Mark was at his side, his pale bloodless face full of fury and loathing, his own phone clattering to the floor as he grabbed and held the thing, his Muse, tightly clamped in both hands.

“I heard everything, you slimy little shit.”

In the blinding yellow light Mark’s Muse was a pathetically small thing, barely a double handful of writhing tendrils and beady little black eyes, screaming and yammering up a hail of noise in both of their minds as it flailed in shock and outrage. Inky goop ran bubbling and dripping, twisting down Mark’s arms to the elbows as he raised it, holding it at revolted arms-length away from his chest, ripping every frantic hold it had on walls and skin and clothing loose in one savage yank as he strode away across the kitchen.

no no no no no! Mark! please!! your m-

The voice broke off into a horrendous wail, as Mark slam-dunked the squirming mass straight down into the sink, slamming the button with one bony elbow and stuffing the shrieking thing right into the hungry buzzing throat of the garbage disposal.

A spray of black ichor, a terrible gloopy crunch. The mechanism struggled for a moment or two, getting to grips with such an unexpected, unwieldy meal, but after a heart-stopping cartilaginous crack and a couple of deep munching growls it evened up into a nice, even, disengaged purr. A little inky water rose, filling the sink to barely an inch, before it rippled quietly back down, and the water ran clear.

It was barely dawn on the morning of the next day. A fine, blue summer morning, already hot, the rain still lying in puddles and glittering in the grass, ready to be baked out of existence by the day’s heat.

Alan, about as awake as anybody would be, jangled abruptly out of sleep by the doorbell, stumbled to his front door as if the remains of his vivid and troubled dreams were tumbled about like an obstacle-course, getting in his way. The feeling of unreality failed to entirely go away even after he had gotten the door open, and squinted sleepily out with a hand up to shield against the soft rising sunlight, because the Captain was standing on his front path, with every appearance of having rung the doorbell himself. At least, there was nobody and nothing else in sight, although Alan took a bewildered look up and down the length of the potholed driveway that ran along the side of the building, towards the road.

It wasn’t solely that the Captain didn’t generally do doorbells, or knocking- though he didn’t- or that he looked distinctly uncomfortable- though he did. It was unusual and alarming enough that he was here at all, let alone here, so weirdly still and awkward-looking and lacking any immediate, demanding motive, at stupid o’clock on a Sunday morning, with nothing to explain himself apart from a small cardboard tray.

On a normal, day-to-day basis, the Captain barely acknowledged that Alan had a life beyond Disillusion Industries. Although very far from the way he’d been, a long time ago, it certainly was the way he navigated things now. If faced with evidence that Alan did not exclusively pop into being whenever the Captain required him to exist, that he was an actual person who had to do boring human things like eat and sleep and pay taxes, had family, friends, a home- he tended to handle it poorly. Alan had slowly come to accept this selective blindness as a good thing, on the whole, given that when the Captain did manage to co-opt some other element of Alan’s life into Disillusion Industries, his approach could be… less than careful. The last time he had ever come anywhere near this quiet suburban street, on a certain memorable occasion nearly six years prior, he’d entered Alan’s apartment through a window, and left through the roof.

Seeing the Captain standing on his narrow little strip of a front walk, therefore, made Alan nervous. The roof was long since fixed, and he really wanted it to stay that way.

“Captain?” Alan stifled a yawn so strenuous it nearly made his jaw pop. “I- I know you said early, but it’s not even six yet…”

The Captain hesitated, then dug in his jacket pocket with his free hand. There seemed to be a quantity of dull black staining, like dried ink, in an arterial spray across his front, making him look as if he’d stood in the way of a minor printer malfunction.

“Here’s your phone,” he said, awkwardly, passing it across. Finding it sticky with the same dark congealed goop, Alan took it very gingerly between finger and thumb, and with no better idea of what to do with it, wiped it off on the hem of his shirt.

“…Thanks.”

Leica, a small, lithe bundle of calico fur and curious ears, padded around his legs and greeted the Captain like an old friend, her coat a vivid hodgepodge of orange-black-white-orange as she twined happily around his ankles in the early sun. The comforting normalcy of her presence made it easier for Alan to go on.

“What happened last night, Captain? Why did you make me promise to go straight home from the hospital? Why did you need my phone? Is- is everything alright?”

The Captain stooped to scratch Leica in the sweet spot, the fluffy white bib under her chin. She leaned into his touch, squinting her large green eyes. Here, her confidence had the advantage over Alan’s, in that she had known the Captain her entire life, and had never known him to treat her with anything other than affectionate respect.

“I brought coffee,” he said.

Alan was thrown enough by this extraordinary statement, without immediately being faced with proof that it was true, as the Captain straightened up again and handed him a takeaway cup from the little cardboard holder. The fact that it was stone cold (unsurprising, as it originated in a café chain located several hours to the north) barely registered with him. It always used to be, he remembered, vaguely. Regardless of all the difficult scientific realities he understood without a hitch, the Captain had never quite managed to grasp the concept of thermal entropy over time.

“Wh-”

“Alan, if you say ‘why,’” said the Captain, in a headlong, completely desperate voice, “I’m going to lose my mother- hecking- mind. We need to talk about so much- like, all of the things- and I have no idea how to start. I have no idea- how- to explain myself.”

(what happened? i don’t remember what happened. does it matter? we’re okay, aren’t we? we’re both okay.)

“I mean- I’ve never had any idea how to explain you,” said Alan, cautiously. “If that helps? And we… we kind of agreed we wouldn’t try, didn’t we? Right at the beginning.”

The Captain shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “Maybe that was a mistake.”

Now that Alan was awake enough to look closer, see more, the Captain definitely looked as if he’d been through something. The splattering of black goop was worrying enough, considering he was the only person Alan knew (or had ever known) who bled black, but he didn’t look hurt anywhere- just exhausted, like something since the hospital had completely floored him and he’d only just made it back upright. It wasn’t just that, either. The Captain looked terribly shaken. He was always so quick to ward off any idea that he wasn’t one-hundred-percent perfect, hiding any real weakness or bad feeling under a million layers of prickly dramatic deflection that made it impossible for most people to even tell if it was genuine or not, that Alan couldn’t feel through to any way of asking if he really was alright.

He didn’t look alright, and he’d ignored even the least direct approach to the question, and there the options dead-ended. The best Alan could do was ask something else, something that at least got close.

"What was it, Captain?"

"Something... here from somewhere else."

This at least felt like a straight answer, if not exactly a complete one. "Like..." Alan hesitated. "Like you?"

The Captain flinched. "No. Nothing... nothing like me."

“Are those kids going to be okay?”

“Kids? Come on, Alan, they’re like twenty-five.” When Alan only continued to look at him, the Captain sighed. “Yes. Probably. More okay than they’d… well, that’s probably something else we need to talk about. I told you I have no idea how to start. But I- I couldn’t risk you getting caught up in the whole thing. I needed to know you were a really long way away, or I couldn’t have…”

“I mean, I understand that,” said Alan.

The Captain looked at him with some amount of surprise, and enough relief to make Alan suddenly not at all certain he understood anything at all. “You do?”

“Sure? It was superhero stuff, it’s not like there was anything I could have done.” He waved his free hand vaguely at the Captain, who wasn’t helping his confusion by watching him with a sinking, anxious kind of disappointment in his half-silver face. Falling back on self-deprecation at least felt safe, not as strange or as unsettling as the growing realisation that the moment in the shuttle the previous day might not just been a painful one-off piece of weirdness, that something between them could actually have changed and stayed changed.

“You’re Captain Disillusion, I’m just… the guy that does your laundry.”

“That’s not true. It’s- never- been true. Alan, I…” The Captain struggled for a moment or two, like he was wrestling with something big and painful stuck in his throat, then ran a hand across his face, scrubbing off a few dried flecks of black from his nose and dragging a finger gingerly under the line of his mask, as if all of a sudden it was bothering him. He glanced up at the sun, still rising above the thin fence of palings that ran the length of the driveway, and then looked at Alan, directly, his sharp bright eyes defiant, vulnerable, sorry, bewildered.

“… Can I come in?”

Alan blinked a couple of times, then smiled. He reached out and took the Captain’s coffee, still in the little cardboard holder, and tucked his own cup in the space next to it.

“Of course. Come in, Captain. Let me heat these up a little, and… we can talk.”

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One of the basic pieces of furniture, a chair is a type of seat. Its primary features are two pieces of a durable material, attached as back and seat to one another at a 90° or slightly greater angle, with usually the four corners of the horizontal seat attached in turn to four legs—or other parts of the seat's underside attached to three legs or to a shaft about which a four-arm turnstile on rollers can turn—strong enough to support the weight of a person who sits on the seat (usually wide and broad enough to hold the lower body from the buttocks almost to the knees) and leans against the vertical back (usually high and wide enough to support the back to the shoulder blades). The legs are typically high enough for the seated person's thighs and knees to form a 90° or lesser angle.[1][2] Used in a number of rooms in homes (e.g. in living rooms, dining rooms, and dens), in schools and offices (with desks), and in various other workplaces, chairs may be made of wood, metal, or synthetic materials, and either the seat alone or the entire chair may be padded or upholstered in various colors and fabrics.

Chairs vary in design. An armchair has armrests fixed to the seat;[3] a recliner is upholstered and under its seat is a mechanism that allows one to lower the chair's back and raise into place a fold-out footrest;[4] a rocking chair has legs fixed to two long curved slats; a wheelchair has wheels fixed to an axis under the seat.[5]

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Revamp Your Space with Stunning Chairs At Saraf Furniture

Chairs are important pieces of furniture in any home as they give you a place to sit and relax. We all know that chairs come in many styles from classic to modern designs but you must pick the right chair styles to make your home look great.

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Saraf Furniture, a top seller of stylish chairs offers high-quality chairs based on excellent Insaraf Furniture reviews. This article talks about different chair styles you can use to decorate your home.

We look at classic wood chairs as well as sleek modern chairs. You will learn what styles work best in different rooms. So, read on to find fashionable chair ideas for your home.

5 Stunning Wooden Chair Designs to Elevate Your Home Decor

Wooden chairs come in many styles to suit different rooms and tastes.

Here is an overview on some of the most selling wooden chairs:

Minimalist Wooden Chair Design

These chairs have an extremely simple and pared-down design with no extra embellishments or decorative elements. They typically feature clean lines, an open rectangular frame, and minimal detailing to achieve a modern, uncluttered look. The wood is left with a natural, light-coloured finish to showcase the beauty of the wood grain itself.

Mid-Century Modern Wooden Chair Design

Popularised in the 1950s-1960s, these vintage-inspired chairs are characterised by an iconic curved backrest and angled or tapered wood legs. The sculptural shapes and use of wooden slats or moulded plywood panels give them a distinctly retro yet stylish flair. Mid-century chairs pair well with both vintage and contemporary decor styles.

Contemporary Wooden Chair Design

These chairs blend a rustic, natural wood finish and aesthetic with more contemporary design elements like slatted backrests or armrests. The wood may feature knots, grains, and other organic imperfections that give it a warm, earthy vibe. The rustic textures are combined with clean, modern lines for an updated take on farmhouse or cabin-inspired decor.

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Modern Designer Wooden Chair

These avant-garde wooden chairs are designed by renowned furniture makers or artist-designers. They often incorporate innovative or experimental shapes, forms, joinery, and wood manipulation techniques. Modern designer chairs are functional art pieces meant to be conversation starters and accent items.

Wooden Chair Design for Study Table

When choosing a wooden chair for a study area, the priorities are ergonomics and back support for long periods of sitting. Chairs may feature curved backrests that follow the spine's natural shape as well as armrests to reduce shoulder tension. An adjustable swivel base allows easy movement between the desk and bookshelves.

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No matter what room you need to furnish, there is a chair type to fit the space. Lounge chairs provide ultimate comfort for relaxing. Look for an overstuffed chair with thick cushions that you can sink into. Recliners with an extending footrest are also cosy lounge options. Position lounge chairs next to a window or near a fireplace for a serene sitting area.

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Armchairs are perfect for living rooms, dens, or home offices where you want to create a cosy reading nook. An armchair keeps you supported with padded arms to rest your elbows. Many styles like wingback or club chairs have an enveloping wrap-around design. This makes them feel like your own personal retreat space.

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Some Adirondacks have more features that enhance their particular function

Deciding on the best Adirondack Chair for The house

The original Adirondack Chair is often a timeless piece that gives comfort, style, and performance to outdoor living spaces. Its classic lines work well in several design styles, so you could find one that complements your garden and HDPE Dining Set Manufacturer patio furniture set or the decor at your residence. Choosing an Adirondack chair is going more than just the planning, however; you also want it to be comfortable in addition to durable enough for day-to-day use.

Wood chairs crafted from teak, eucalyptus, or redwood past the longest, but even modern plastic-type and composite options have a good life expectancy. They never require staining like their wooden counterparts, but many people still need regular clean-up and occasional maintenance. To hold your chairs in excellent shape, simply mix mild detergent and water from a bucket, then dip a clean cloth within the mixture and rub down the surfaces of each chair. Rinse thoroughly along with let the chair dried out completely. If you have a number chairs, a power wash may be used for more thorough cleaning.

Some Adirondacks have more features that enhance their particular function and beauty. Such as, some designs include built-in side tables which will hold drinks or snacks while you relax. Others have curved backs for your more comfortable, lounge-like harley seat. You can also buy add-ons like rugs, pillows, and soft cushions in matching colors. Some designs have ottomans which might be designed to fit under the chair for extra comfort and storage, and also you can find slatted outdoor platforms that match the Adirondack style.

Whether you choose a conventional wooden Adirondack chair or a modern version made of weather-resistant plastic material, knowing how much maintenance you're willing to do will allow you to decide which type of chair is good for you. If you want any classic look that calls for minimal upkeep, opt for your solid-wood chair like those created from teak, cedar, or green pine. These types of woods have natural oils that resist moisture, so apart from require painting or staining like other types of lumber.

If you're in search of an affordable option that's in the same way durable, consider a plastic or resin Adirondack easy chair. Many of these models include any color you want and are easy that will wipe down for regular cleaning. They're lightweight enough to get moved easily and stacked for storage.

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Eclectic Craftsman-style Home

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Examples of Interior Design for Japanese Sushi Restaurants

The popularity of Japanese cuisine has been a boon for restaurant designers, who strive to bring the unique culture of this food to a global audience. This can include adjusting space size to accommodate the larger population in large cities, combining elements of traditional Japanese design with modern American dining sensibilities; or even repurposing interior elements from former restaurants and shops that no longer fit the original concept. You can find more information about choosing a 寿司内装.

Sushi restaurants often feature elements of both Western and Eastern styles, with a focus on natural materials and a respect for nature. This type of interior design can include a genkan, or entryway, where guests remove their shoes and wear slippers inside. In addition, it is also common to see bamboo and other traditional plants in the space to create a sense of place.

The restaurant aims to showcase the unique culture of Japan through the design, which fuses the asymmetrical style of Machiya, a traditional wooden townhouse found in Japan, with clean lines and a neutral color palette. The light wood tones are contrasted with hand-crafted terrazzo tabletops, adding an eclectic accent to the design.

A 3D-patterned wall at the entrance sets the tone for the design, allowing guests to view the various areas of the restaurant through linear slats. The asymmetrical layout includes a sushi counter which accommodates diners eating for one, round tables with terrazzo countertops that allow dining for two, and a lounge area that offers seating for larger groups.

This project is a contemporary take on the traditional sushi bar, transforming an old dry cleaning shop into a 250-seat, minimalist eatery. Translucent hanging curtains create a soft separation between the different dining rooms, and the frosted glass ceiling tiles draw in light to make the space appear more expansive. A curved ceiling panel, ceramic accents, and playful indirect lighting all contribute to the lyrical quality of the restaurant’s interior design.

Located in the heart of Manhattan, Grillno is an authentic Japanese sushi restaurant that brings a fresh twist to the neighborhood with its unique interior design. The restaurant is a true collaboration of the minds behind the design, which was influenced by the neighborhood and its rich culture. The design features an open kitchen, a wood and stone bar, and a custom-designed sushi bar, all of which serve to create the perfect setting for enjoying the authentic flavor of Japan.

The concept for this sushi restaurant combines Japanese and Spanish influences to celebrate the city’s multicultural history and present an innovative restaurant experience. The layout is organized into distinct dining environments, each with its own ambiance and atmosphere. The dining area for smaller parties is set off from the main dining room through a curved wall, while the lounge and sushi bar are both positioned towards the entrance of the building to maximize visibility. The varying dining environments are accentuated through a variety of furnishings, such as low-back lounge chairs and sculptural pendants, to create the feeling of a private dining experience for a few people.

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Oak Dining Chairs: A Timeless Blend of Elegance and Endurance

Dining chairs embody the perfect marriage of sophistication and resilience, making them an ideal choice for enhancing your dining space. The inherent beauty of oak, with its distinctive grain patterns and warm tones, lends an air of understated elegance to any room.

What sets oak dining chairs apart is their exceptional durability. As hardwood furniture, chairs are naturally robust and resistant to the rigors of daily use. This longevity ensures that your investment not only retains its charm but remains functional for years to come.

The versatility of oak dining chairs extends to their design variety. From classic slat-back and ladder-back styles to more intricate carvings and curves, there's a chair to match every taste. Comfort is not compromised either, with thoughtful designs providing optimal back support for a relaxed dining experience.

The eco-conscious will appreciate oak's sustainability. As a renewable resource, Oak supports responsible sourcing practices. Your choice to opt for oak dining chairs is a step toward minimizing environmental impact while elevating your interior.

Customization options further empower you to align your dining area with your style. Select finishes and upholstery that resonate with your decor for a unique touch.

Oak furniture encapsulates both aesthetic appeal and durability. They're more than just furniture; they're an investment in lasting elegance that enhances your dining ambiance. For more information on acquiring these timeless pieces, explore our range of oak dining room furniture. Your dining space deserves nothing less than the enduring charm of oak.

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Elevate Your Dining Space with Black Dining Chairs

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Elevate Your Dining Space with Black Dining Chairs

In the realm of interior design, the choice of dining chairs holds the power to transform a dining space from mundane to mesmerizing. Among the myriad options available, black dining chairs stand out as a symbol of sophistication and timeless elegance.

Dining chairs in black, with their understated allure, have the ability to elevate the aesthetics of any dining area. Whether your home boasts a traditional charm or a contemporary flair, black chairs seamlessly integrate, adding a touch of sophistication that captures attention.

Contents

1 The Allure of Dining Chairs in Black

1.1 Modern black dining chairs

2 Types of Black Dining Chairs

2.1 Black dining chairs with arms

3 Choosing the Perfect Black Dining Chairs

3.1 Outdoor black dining chairs

4 Styling with Black Dining Chairs

4.1 Upholstered black dining chairs

4.2 Metal black dining chairs

4.3 Wood black dining chairs

5 Maintenance and Care

6 Custom Black Dining Chairs

7 Decoring Black Dining Chairs

The Allure of Dining Chairs in Black

The colour black has long been associated with elegance and refinement. Incorporating black dining chairs into your space instantly introduces an element of class and style, elevating the entire ambiance.

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Black chairs come in a plethora of designs, from ornate vintage pieces to sleek modern ones. This versatility allows you to choose a design that complements your interior theme, be it industrial, rustic, or minimalist.

Modern black dining chairs

Black dining chairs have a unique ability to create visual drama. Against a light-coloured backdrop, they stand out as focal points, adding depth and character to your dining area.

Types of Black Dining Chairs

Wooden dining chairs with a black finish exude a classic charm. They bring together the warmth of wood with the elegance of black, creating a timeless appeal.

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For a contemporary touch, consider black chairs with metal frames and leather upholstery. This fusion of materials adds a sleek and edgy vibe to your dining space.

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Upholstered black chairs offer comfort and luxury. Velvet, suede, or leather upholstery in black tones exudes opulence, making every dining experience a lavish affair.

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In minimalist settings, black plastic chairs can be the perfect fit. Their clean lines and unassuming presence contribute to a modern and clutter-free aesthetic.

Choosing the Perfect Black Dining Chairs

When selecting black dining chairs, consider the style and material of your dining table. The chairs should complement the table while adding their own distinct flair.

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Ensure the chairs harmonize with the surrounding decor. Integrate complementary colours and textures to create a cohesive and inviting space.

Outdoor black dining chairs

While style is important, comfort should not be compromised. Opt for chairs with ergonomic designs that provide comfort even during extended meals.

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Prioritize materials that are durable and easy to maintain. This ensures that your black dining chairs remain as stunning as the day you brought them home.

Styling with Black Dining Chairs

Black chairs offer the perfect canvas for experimenting with contrasting colours. Play with vibrant cushions, tablecloths, or wall art to create a striking visual impact.

Upholstered black dining chairs

Upholstered Chairs

Don’t shy away from mixing different chair styles around your dining table. Combining black chairs with other complementary designs can result in an eclectic and visually appealing setup.

Metal black dining chairs

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Pair your black dining chairs with statement lighting fixtures and elegant table accessories. This combination creates a captivating focal point that enhances the overall atmosphere.

Wood black dining chairs

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Maintenance and Care

Different chair materials require specific cleaning methods. From wood to upholstery, understanding how to care for each material ensures longevity and lasting beauty.

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If your black dinner chairs feature upholstery, invest in proper care techniques. Regular cleaning and protection from spills will maintain the charm of the fabric.

Custom Black Dining Chairs

Black dining chairs transcend fleeting trends. Their timelessness ensures that they remain a staple in interior design, consistently adding a touch of elegance to homes for generations.

Decoring Black Dining Chairs

High Back Black Dining Chairs

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Black Dining Chairs Modern Style Shell Seat With Wood Frame Base

Black Dining Chairs Modern Style Shell Design

Finally

In conclusion, the allure of black dining chairs goes beyond aesthetics – it’s about creating a dining space that exudes elegance, comfort, and personality. By carefully selecting the right style, material, and design, you can infuse your dining area with an undeniable charm that stands the test of time.

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