#ᶤ'ᵐ ʰᵘᶰᵍʳʸ / ᶤ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ (belliferous : nue)

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PROMPTS FROM PINTEREST // @belliferous​ said: ❛  bring  them  to  their  knees  .  head  bowed  and  fists  bleeding  —  make  them  repent  .  ❜

         and he was her knife; unsheathed and ready to taste blood. it had felt like forever, waiting for her hunger to return to her. douma, so used to killing and eating gluttonously, had found himself following her patterns of eating ––– and at last, they could share something, together.

     while a kill was usually reserved for golden fans, it seems tonight is an exception. bringing a human to her feet, claws itching –––– douma was hardly a sadist, unless someone gave him reason to be.

     and ever-ensnared in her trap, his goddess’ commands were more than appropriate.                a transformation was in order. he will be a monster.

“–i’ll do anything for you, nue-sama,” a reminder of the nature of their relationship, “–––i’ll make them suffer.”

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@belliferous​ said: plants a delicate kiss on the corner of his mouth. sweet, unhurried. "have you any plans for today ~ ?"

          and he laughs, seemingly giddy and brimming with energy –––– soon, there’s a hand pressed to her back, a loud purr beginning to rumble at the pit of his throat. all-too-happily, he lifts her up and places a daring kiss to her lips –––

“–––i don’t have any plans, actually!” a wink, “––would you like me to spend some time with you? i’d be happy to~!”

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@belliferous​ said: she's bored – utterly bored of listening to faux words of adoration – and unfazed by the excessive display of intimacy between herself & the cult leader... before at least a hundred mortals. so — she keeps close. leaves a lipstick mark on his jawline.

          and she was so elegant, when beneath him ––– even when just perched to his lap, when he gazes down at her, he is bewitched. perhaps one day he’ll have a heart to love her –––– but for now, the only thing that matters is delivering unto her what she inherently deserves.

      carefully, he pulls her from him. he cradles her face, colourful gaze trickling over her skin ––– he seeks to only admire, before it’s with that same gentle, adoring smile, he pulls her into his arms. she was perfect.

      he sighs, tempted to speak –– but does not. he drinks in the moment they shared, as if he’d been starved of all the love in the world. but it’s alright if her company came too late to mend anything in his soul ––– it would not stop him from giving her affection, every time they met.

                  for even if there wasn’t a single emotion he could reach for,                   that won’t strip him of his ability to try and make her happy.

he whispers praises in her ear, before burying his head to her shoulder. this was it. this was paradise.

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@belliferous​ said: "are you sure you would like me to keep up the act?" leaning back some, hair spilling in waves across the satin cases of the pillows, her attention is diverted from him as she spares a moment to put her kiseru away. those hints of smoke : they melt into the air dominated by floral scents, yet they don't seem to be bothering her... much. ( nor does she bat an eyelash upon noticing rainbow-toned eyes linger on her figure longer than necessary. ) "I think you should offer me something in return."

        and she was an addicting sight –––– something about her always lead a smile to his lips / desperate to inch in closer / to take her into his space. perhaps he was too much like this, but he can’t help it ––– he can’t help the way he crawls to her, pressing lips tenderly to exposed skin – hands resting against the small of her back (tempted to delve down, but not quite yet does he do so).

       “–––then tell me what you’d like,” he pulls his lips away, “––riches, houses, lovers, praise, power... you can have anything you want. i’ll give it to you.”

        a low rumble rests in the back of his throat; purring away as he keeps close.               “–––i’ll give you anything you need, nue-sama.~”

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PHYSICAL CONTACT STARTERS // @belliferous​ said: “I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

             and he nestles closer, hand happily rested against the curve of her hip, burrowing his head deeper to the crook of her neck. a soft sound echoes from him – the rumble of a purr, before he dots sweet kisses to exposed skin.

      “––––ahh, only to those i consider special...” a giggle, “...you’re nice to hold, nue-sama.~”

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SEND “💋” TO KISS MY MUSE OUT OF NOWHERE. // @belliferous​ said: anyway... 💋 

        and the kiss was surprising, but not unwelcome ––– a chuckle muffled against their lips pressed together, naturally, claws seek out the comforting curve of her cheek. sharp, blue nails run over the dip of her jaw ––– before hungrily, he kisses her deeper.

            and satiated, when they finally part, douma gives his trademark smile; blissful and gentle.                  “––––i’m not complaining,” he giggles, “––but what was that for, hm?”

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PROMPTS FROM PINTEREST // @belliferous​ said: ❛  i  am  mine  .  before  i  am  ever  anyone  else’s  .  ❜

       and he understands her words. he understands why she’d have the need to say them –––– to him, of all people. while douma had brought her into this place, into this life, so different from her previous, she was right.

                          but he still allows his face to wear sadness.                   “––––i would never want you to give yourself away to anyone, nue-sama,”

                “–––you deserve to have confidence – in your heart, and your spirit. you shouldn’t belong to anyone but yourself,” a pause, “––if i’ve ever made you think i believe otherwise, it’s not true.”

     “–––you’ve never been mine. but...” and then, he looks to her, “–that doesn’t mean i’m not yours.”

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@belliferous​ said: rests her head on his shoulder. "you smell nice ~"

         and he finds room to laugh, seemingly giddy at the attention. he turns his head, lightly resting his cheek to her crown. after the laugh dies, he merely hums –––– drinking down the affection, before finally, he responds.

     “––––i’ve been using a new perfume,” he coos, “––if you like the scent, you can use it too, if you want!”

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First 5 people who send in a “💋” get a kiss from my muse. // @belliferous​ said: 💋 / can you tell idgaf how many kisses that is already // [2/5]

       and long claws linger upwards, inching up her body –––– paying note to every bump and curve / every stretch of exposed skin was something he was determined to remember / he worships every inch she gave to him / she was a monument to his desperation for satisfaction.

          he offers a shivering breath to her, before he finally cups at her cheeks, bending down.                              they kiss too sweetly for the nature of their relationship–––

                   –––– but even then, he presses his body to her. once again, he longed for satisfaction.

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NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY // @belliferous​ said: ♚ : head scratches / bc she knows what Douma likes

          and the lax purr that rolls from the pit of his throat –––– an indicator of his immediate relaxation, leaning as far into the touch as he’s able. he latches to her / a thorn in her side, unable to tear himself from her company.

      “–––ahh, nue-sama,” he coos, “––feels niiice.~”

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@belliferous​ said: for him, a kiss, before she slips away from his lap. it's an early morning, but others outside this door have already said their prayers & burned the first incense. next to Dōma lie garments in shades of white & purple, opals, transparent cloaks. none for him to be adorned with, but eyes may feast as she is to slip into each & every item. like empty canvas, she stands before him, her hair out of the way. "dress me up," she orders, "but I will help you with the hair ornaments."

      and oh, he ravishes her –––– immediately by her side, hands exploring, lips pressing to her. it was impossible for him to ignore such a sight before him / impossible for hands not to wander, before he ultimately dresses her in all this fine clothing.

             a kiss to her neck, as hands ghost over her hips –– he hums; pleased.        “––––you’re beautiful,” he reminds her, “––unlike anyone else in the world.”

     and reluctantly, he parts from her form, before picking up the first piece of clothing. as he dresses her, he’s not immune to his inherent nature to SMOTHER; dotting kisses wherever material would soon follow.

       and as she stands there, beauty incarnate, he smiles.             “–––ah, i want to undress you again––”

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@belliferous​ said: leaves little pecks at the corners of his eyes while brushing his hair with her fingers. ❤️

          and it was unfortunate, that someone who seemed to spill over with supposed affections for him, was yet to stir anything within. perhaps in another life, he’ll feel guilt for never being able to truly return her care –––– but for now, he merely exists within nothingness; allowing her to pepper her kisses and run her fingers through his hair.

         he sighs, without thinking – faux-dreamily, as if he were in love... (but sadly, he was not – no matter how much she deserved such a thing, he could never give it to her).

      (and maybe, someday he’ll foster disappointment for such a tragedy).

   “–––i wish i didn’t have to eat,” he muses aloud, “––i want to stay here forever.”

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RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS // @belliferous​ said: “  what are you smiling at?  ”

           and perhaps for a moment, the smile cast in her direction was romantic; a hint of tenderness reserved only for her, as he merely observes her beauty. however, his attention seems to drift ––– the moment was over as quickly as it had begun, and immediately, douma brings out his fan.

      “–––just thinking about our next meal together, nue-sama~!” his stomach growls, “––i can’t wait, ahaha!”

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NONVERBAL RP STARTERS // @belliferous​ said: 👙 ! // 👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

    and a delicate hum sounds, as he allows her to undress him ––– material slipping elegantly off his shoulders, every movement she made was godly; a blessing that douma couldn’t help but thank her for. he smiles at her, tenderly –––– the distant sound of running water eventually coming to a halt.

      and as he undresses her, too ––– he admires, humming continuing. his own touches threaten to linger (as she was beautiful, she was so beautiful), but he doesn’t look to be a pest. so, it’s with long claws running down the length of her arms, he takes her by the hands, and leads her to the water.

         “––––i’ll never forget your beauty,”

  “­–––thank you, for giving me this opportunity to appreciate you.”

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NONVERBAL RP STARTERS // @belliferous​ said: 💕 muah. // 💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

       and he’s more than willing to comply ––– lips press together, and a soft noise escapes him. hands naturally look to grab, torn between where to place them, before eventually he settles upon resting his palms to her cheeks, deepening the kiss between, before he eventually pulls away.

         and his smile is blissful; satiated by the affection.

      “–––ahh – that was wonderful, nue-sama,” a coo, as he plays with a lock of her hair, “––thank you.~”

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@belliferous said: the grand temple hall – so startlingly empty for once – echoes the languorous steps that announce her arrival. "Dōma. ~" here she calls with curiosity, soon an almost demanding tone. ( the she-demon has always been like this. ) and so, on the cushion before her, she takes her seat on his lap, arms snaking around his neck — arms adorned with transparent silks & wide sleeves carrying the scent of perfume, light yet enticing. "I don't see you doing anything important. how about you give me a kiss?"

           and immediately, he places down his fan –––– hands soon finding purchase on something much more pleasurable. an immediate purr sounds / powerful enough to cause floors to rumble, but soft enough to kiss at her ears; a comforting sound, unlike any other. as his fingers press to the small of her back, he ensures to keep her as close as possible ––– nose brushing beneath her jaw, before littering kiss upon kiss to her skin.

       “–––is that a goddess i see? wow – it must be my lucky day~!” a giggle, “––forgive me for not kissing you sooner, i’ll make it up to you as soon as i can.”

    a coo, before he straightens up – he doesn’t waste any more time, pressing their lips together. a thumb brushes affectionately over her back, tempted to draw down lower –– but he behaves, for now.