#faux animal skull

[dreamcatcher-faux]

"Long time no see, huh? You look like you've seen a ghost~

L-Lewis...?

Oh no, he's... unavailable right now. You'll be calling me Reverb~"

Wanted to mess around with a Reverb using Lewis's face to freak Arthur out :3 while sketching I realized I drew his pose very similarly to Lewis at the beginning of The Future and I decided to lean into it :3

Below the cut are the flats, an alternative version, and a concept sketch :3

[gatorstims]

A Charcoal coloured wolf stimboard for anon! With Fur, Handpaws, Teeth and moon/space stims!

🐺 🌙 🐺 | 🌙 🐺 🌙 | 🐺 🌙 🐺

[proshippersstimming]

Janja x Jasiri stimboard for anon!

🦴 🖤 🦴/🖤 🦴 🖤/🦴 🖤 🦴

[gray-ghost-creations]

I am working on a bunch of hand made replica cat and kitten skulls, getting ready for Cat Fest! This one hit my etsy shop.

Replica kitten skull, real quartz crystals, real dried mushroom, and butterfly wings.

Avai1ab1e - www.grayghostcreations.etsy.com

[mouse-teeth-and-carnations]

my lovely yote skull

[tumbler-polls]

Feel free to show us your collection! 💀

[st4rfckerz]

Late Night Call | Nerdy!Anakin x Reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: MDNI 18+, masturbating (both), voice kink, praise, nerdy!anakin is a whiny little mess.

summary: Your voice is enough to get Anakin all worked up.

The silence of the night seemed to be swallowing the entire city as Anakin lay sprawled in his bed, staring at the ceiling. With a yawn, Anakin lifted the blocky landline phone off its cradle, the dial tone echoing through the receiver. As he recited the familiar numbers, he couldn't help but feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"Hello?" a gentle voice answered on the other line.

"Hey, I didn't wake you up did I?" Anakin mumbled into the phone, his voice barely above a whisper. The soft sound of rustling sheets and a yawn came from the other end of the line.

There was a pause before you replied. You knew that voice. "No, you caught me at a good time. What's going on?"

"Oh, well, nothing really I just wanted to talk to you," he stammered, trying to mask his nervousness. "I'm putting off writing this paper too actually," Anakin admits almost sounding like he was ashamed of himself. "I don't know, I just don't feel like its good enough." He brings his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, he could feel the small migraine coming in through to temples of his skull.

"Hey, it's alright," your soft voice reassured him from the other side of the line, sending a wave of calm washing over his senses. It was enough to ease his nerves, even if just a little. "You're human, and mistakes happen. You can't expect perfection from yourself all the time."

As the comforting voice continued speaking into the phone, Anakin's breath hitched in his throat. His heartbeat pulsed rapidly in his ears, matching the cadence of the soft whispers. Slowly, the warmth that had started in his chest spread through his limbs, igniting a fire within him. His thoughts raced, his imagination running wild with images of you on the other end of the line, your voice painting vivid pictures in his mind. The soothing voice was a siren song, drawing him in deeper with each passing second.

"What're you writing about anyways?" your voice rings softly through the line. Anakin clenched his eyes shut, his grip on the receiver tightened, as if he could somehow draw strength from the cold plastic. This isn't right, he chided himself, yet he couldn't resist the pull.

He cleared his throat nervously. "Well, it's about a new tech startup in Silicon Valley, something boring like that." Anakin managed to amswer, his voice cracking slightly. His hand subconsciously rubbed against his crotch, and he discreetly adjusted his pants, feeling the bulge growing bigger. He needed to calm down. Fast.

You hum slightly, the topic taking your interest. "That's sounds intriguing, I'd read it. I'm writing about the use of real fur in the fashion industry." Anakin's heart skipped a beat hearing your reply. Real fur? That sounded controversial, edgy, something that would definitely get you a passing grade.

"Oh, really?" he managed to choke out, trying to keep his voice steady. "Do you think it's... you know, ethical?"

"Not at all, there's always faux fur y'know?" you scoff. He took a deep breath, trying to ground himself. This was school-related, he reminded himself sternly. "Well, I mean, if the demand for real fur decreases, the industry will eventually adapt," he reasoned, trying to sound rational. "Plus, there are ways to ensure animal welfare during the process."

"See! You're so good, it's not even your paper and you're already shooting facts." you praise him innocently. God, he could've came in his boxers if he wasn't being so careful. His head was buzzing with ideas of how he might prolong the conversation so that you could carry on speaking. He just needed to hear you voice.

"Thanks." Anakin laughed nervously, trying to deflect the compliment. "So, um... how's everything else been? Anything exciting happening in your life besides your classes?" He couldn't shake the image of you in that little skirt you decided to wear to class the other day, your tits swaying enticingly in the tight sweater you wore. If it was up to him, he would've fucked you in that classroom in front of everyone. His cock twitched in his pants, growing harder by the minute.

"Not really, my roommate's gonna be out of town for a family thing, so I'll have a whole boring week by myself." you explain.

"Oh, really?" Anakin's eyes widened in delight, his heart racing faster than ever. He shifted in his seat, his cock throbbing against his pajama pants "So, uh, want to meet up sometime? Just you and me?" He forced himself to sound innocent, but his voice cracked slightly, betraying his true intentions.

His hand reached down his pants, feeling the head of his cock peeking out from his underwear. He wrapped his fingers around it, stroking slowly, trying to calm down. He had to focus on their conversation, at least until she agreed to meet up with him. He inadvertently let a whine slip out of his mouth as he swept his fingers across his sensitive tip.

"Anakin? Are you ok?" you ignore his question. Is he? No, he wouldn't. You think to yourself.

"Y-yeah just keep talking, 'm listening." Anakin stammered. His hand continued to stroke his cock unabashedly, increasing the speed slightly. He was so lost in the mind that he didn't even think about the possibility of you being able to hear the quiet slick sounds coming from his end of the line.

He is.

"Ani, I know what you're doing." you state bluntly. His eyes spring open and his hand slows down its movement on his cock.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't help it, y-you can hang up if you want I just-" he blurts out his words but you instantly interrupt him.

"Why would I want to hang up?"

"What?" Anakin couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was sure you'd call him a sick freak and never talk to him again.

"I'm not hanging up," His heart raced wildly, his cock throbbing harder than ever. He couldn't resist your voice. "Does it feel good Ani?"

"Mhm, wish it was you." he admits breathlessly, his fingers tightening around his cock. Anakin's heartbeat pounded in his ears.

"Yeah? Tell me what you're thinking about baby." you chide. You could feel your cunt getting increasingly wetter as you continued to speak to him, it makes you squirm as the heat continues to spread through your body.

"Just you, 's always you," he confessed, his voice cracking with lust. "I wanna touch you and taste you everywhere." His hand picked up speed, and his cock twitched violently in his pants.

"You wanna taste me?" you egg him on. His voice sounded so desperate it was almost pathetic.

"Uh huh, I wanna taste you," Anakin's voice trembled with desire. "Everywhere. Mmph- your lips, your neck, your pussy, everywhere."

He couldn't help but wonder how you would sound, how you would taste, how you would react to his advances. His hand moved faster, his cock throbbing violently in his pants. He needed relief, needed you to stop teasing him.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me Ani?" you whisper, your voice dropping down an octave.

"I'll be anything you want me to be," Anakin panted, his voice hoarse with desire. "Just please keep talking." He couldn't contain himself anymore, his hand moving faster. "I'll do anything you say, just tell me what you want."

"I wanna hear you beg to cum." you demand as you begin to slowly graze your beating clit over your panties, soon dipping your hand underneath them to be met with your soaking cunt. "You're making me so wet Ani." Your fingers swirled little circles against your tiny bud, causing you to let out a small moan.

Anakin groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please, I need it so bad." He couldn't stand it anymore, he had to release the pressure building up inside him. "I'll be good I promise," he pleaded, his voice breaking. Anakin's heart stopped for a moment as he heard the wet sounds coming from the other end. "Are you touching yourself?"

"Mhm, feels so good." you moan as you curl your delicate fingers inside your drooling pussy. His cock jerked in his hand and  his mind filled with images of you fingering yourself.

"Ah- fuck." His hand moved faster, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He bit his lower lip, trying to control himself, but his body betrayed him. "I'm close, so close-" he panted. His hips rocked back and forth in sync with each stroke. and he could feel his orgasm building up, he knew it wouldn't be long now. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his breathing became shallow and erratic.

"Cum for me pretty boy, I wanna hear you." He couldn't hold it back any longer. With one last hard stroke, he came, his balls tightening and his cock spurting a warm stream of cum onto his blankets. He let out a loud groan, his entire body shaking with pleasure.

You can feel your own orgasm creeping up inside you as you vigorously pumped your fingers into your cunt. "Shit Ani 'm cumming!" you squeal. Anakin's eyes widened, a low growl escaping his lips as he heard you ride out your orgasm. His chest heaved, little beads of sweat trickled down his face as he tried to catch his breath.

For a moment, you both sat there, panting and recovering from your orgasms. Then, finally, Anakin found the courage to speak again. "We should... we should probably hang up, huh?" he said hesitantly.

"I guess we could," you chuckle at his awkwardness. "I'm tired now." Anakin smiled weakly, wiping away the remaining streaks of sweat from his forehead. "Yeah, I guess so," he agreed, his voice still hoarse from his orgasm. He looked at his watch, noting the time. "There's no way I'm finishing this paper tonight." He laughs at himself.

"Me neither, I'll do it eventually." you smile at his awkwardness, you always found it cute. "Will I be seeing you in Callahan's tomorrow?" you ask him, hoping he'll be there waiting on you with an empty seat next to his like always.

Anakin chuckled softly, feeling a bit embarrassed but relieved. He quickly cleaned himself up and took in a deep breath. "Yep, I'll be there," he replied, his voice steady once again. "Maybe we could grab coffee afterwards? If you're free, that is."

There was silence on the line before you spoke, but he hoped you'd accept his invitation. He needed to see you again, to be near you.

"That sounds great Anakin." you beam.

He smiled, grateful for the chance to talk to you without all the tension hanging over them. "See you tomorrow, then." he added, his voice friendly and casual.

You said your goodbyes and Anakin ended the call, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. As he hung up the phone, he glanced down at his sticky pants, a small smile playing on his lips. He couldn't wait for tomorrow's class.

[rae-writes]

dirty secret(s)

Levi x cam!reader

wc : 0.7k

warnings : nsfw

synopsis : Levi had a dirty secret. You had an even dirtier one.

a/n : honestly don't know how this thought popped into my head but my gods am I fucking glad it did-

While Levi usually thought of himself as scum of the Devildom at most normal hours of the day, he thought he was even scummier when he locked himself in his room, headphones pressed snugly against his ears, with his sweatpants kicked off to the floor. 

The slick sounds filling his ears were absolutely vile— in the best kind of way. Plastered over his main monitor, lighting up his flushed and sweaty face, was the sight of someone bouncing on a pretty dragon dildo; it’d become his guilty pleasure to get on the site and watch them get off- someone he found by complete accident as he was scrolling online. 

The only thing he knew about them was they never showed their face, they always had a blank black sheet as a background, and they never talked. 

But it didn’t really matter when he was fisting his cock at the pace they were riding their toy, biting down on his tongue harshly to hide his moans when they came, forcing him to paint his abdomen white as he came right after. 

No, it didn’t really matter— especially when it was just Levi’s dirty secret. 

Until it wasn’t. 

You weren’t supposed to swing by his room that day, but you had some time and thought it would be best spent with Levi- only he wasn’t in his room. 

The only active sound that had been in his room was the whirring of his desktop. You only meant to shut it off- you weren’t supposed to see the way the screen lit back up with the sight of someone bent over, faux cum spilling out of their hole. 

You weren’t supposed to find out his dirty secret— but you did. And it became your dirtier secret.

Because the person on the video was you. 

It started off as a joke- just a little bet you lost with Asmo. When your first video got so much attention, you curiously did another, just to see what would happen; the money sent in as tips and donations made you make another video, and then another, and another. 

After a while, you spiffed up your page and made it all pretty and official— it became fun. Alluring. 

And then you found out Levi was watching and it changed everything. Suddenly, there was a particular heat constantly pooling in your stomach that wouldn't go away and your videos became centered around what you thought Levi would like. 

He was none the wiser. 

He didn’t suspect a single thing, not even when his favorite (and only) porn creator began making videos in anime cosplay of his favorite characters or began using tentacle related toys instead or made videos of them trying to not cum while they played his favorite video games. 

It all flew right over Levi’s head— right up until their latest video, posted only a few seconds ago. 

For the first time ever, they weren’t using a black backdrop. It was eye-catching— dark, but with bright leds. The shimmer of what seemed to be water washed over their bare lower half as high-pitched moans left them, hand desperately shoving a new toy in and out of their hole; it was another ‘tentacle’ but it was plain, dark colored, with scales carved in to create ridges for extra friction. 

The more he hyper fixated on them, the more things he started to notice: their toy kind of looked like his tail, the lighting looked exactly like his room’s, and the hoodie they wore…

With a choked moan, Levi’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull as he finally realizes he’s watching you— you in his room with his hoodie on, getting off on a toy that was meant to replicate his tail. 

And as the increase of your moans flowed through his headphones, getting louder and whinier until you were cumming with a choked cry of what could’ve been his name had you been just a little bit louder, Levi was practically sprinting through the halls of the house before slamming open the door to his room. 

And there you were, phone tossed aside on his bed as you laid back on his pillows with your legs spread and shiny with your cum, toy tossed aside to the ground. 

“Was waiting for you to figure it out...wanna feel the real thing, Levi…come play with me?”

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Historic 1769 Colonial style home in Keymar, MD has been renovated and redecorated in a variety of styles. Firstly, they painted the distinctive brick exterior pale gray, with an orange door. It doesn't look bad, but it's not the traditional, iconic look. It has 4bds, 4ba, 5,227 sq ft, and they're asking $3m. If you are a purist when it comes to historic homes, you probably won't like it.

Now, remember- I said that it was done in a variety of styles. The entrance hall has Oriental themed wallpaper. They stripped the newel post and railing on the stairs and left it bare wood, (I like that look, but it needs a flat protective finish, b/c it's going to get very dirty), plus a new floor has an inlaid border.

The light fixture was removed from the ceiling medallion and they did a copper-look design on it.

The sitting room is very non-traditional with it's bright green walls but the ceiling mural has a colonial scene. Above the fireplace they have colored mirror squares.

The next room has a large jungle leaf print and a wooden hippo, elephant, plus a trunk.

This room has a wall of shelving and opens to hall stairs.

The family room has a dark, rustic, nautical look with black and deep green walls. This room has wood paneling that was painted over, plus a brick trim around the top. I wonder if they darkened the brick.

I have seen faux aged walls, but this one looks like black mold. It's well done, but unusual. They left the pocket doors and beadboard, but painted them dark gray. Ironically, the sink cabinet looks very colonial.

The tub has a framed skull print above it and some stuffed animals on the ledge. The shower is modern.

The dining room is gray & black with a French cabinet. The table is a pine colonial.

The large kitchen has a rustic ceiling and 3 different cabinet colors- blue, gray, and colonial red. The ceiling looks like flooring to me. The glassware cabinet looks French.

The open concept space has a dining room with a big stone fireplace and stripped doors on the patio. The gold glassware shelf is a French pastry stand.

The primary bedroom has a traditional look. Nice big fireplace in here. The wood paneling was painted white and there's a mural on the coffered ceiling.

This smaller bedroom has nice wallpaper. It even has a colonial rocking horse in the fireplace.

This is a lovely bath. I like the cabinet and closets.

There's a 2 car garage with a space between that they've turned into a home gym/man cave. There's also a sleeping area.

They painted this beautiful barn-turned-home a dark gray, including this wonderful brick wall on the side.

It's lovely inside with slate flooring.

There's also storage for the big Home Depot skeleton.

This garage has a sitting room downstairs and more of a hangout space upstairs.

The main house has a patio.

Lots of space. There's even another small stone building.

There's also a pond on the 25.02 acres of property.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/11210-Cash-Smith-Rd-Keymar-MD-21757/67480669_zpid/?

[blackbackedjackal]

What are some actual problems in the animal product industry?

I'm mostly familiar with fur farming so that's what I'll comment on.

A big concern of mine is that because ARA campaigns against people using or farming fur there's been a decline in the public's trust of fur products in countries that traditionally had good animal welfare standards. This has caused an uptick in fur being farmed in places where the animal welfare laws aren't as regulated, so you're seeing many more unethical farms being able to sell furs cheaply to markets that buy fur for textile. The quality of the fur doesn't matter as much as in the clothing market, so the animals are raised to be as big as possible, exceeding thier healthy sizes and weights to produce as much fur on one animal as possible.

Simultaneously, these unethical farms and businesses are aware of the bad press that ARA groups have spread about the industry, and will sell off other byproducts that aren't as heavily scrutinized or regulated as fur. Many mislabeled blue fox skulls are being sold worldwide (often illegally) by oddities dealers that come from these farms as well as oils and fertilizers and other byproducts of fur farming. It's easy to tell if an animal was unhealthy due to the condition of the pelt, but when the fur is processes as wool or part of the animal people may not recognize came from a fur farm is distributed, it still funds these poorly regulated places.

Meanwhile, the farmers and workers who are being harassed are ones who are generally compliant with WelFur standards, meaning that their farms are up to the current welfare codes in place. It's causing many good farms to go out of business or in some cases close down due to entire states or countries banning fur farming or the use of fur products.

So now good farms are being held accountable for bad practices done at other farms, and it's becoming more and more difficult to find places that do hold up to ethical animal husbandry standards. It's also promoting the use of plastics to make faux fur products which are far worse for the environment then just using fur. And due to the scrutiny many farmers face, it's becoming less worth it for them to sell thier animals as pelts and instead sell them to the exotic pet trade (i.e. people like saveafox who buys foxes directly from an unethical fur farm with bad breeding practices).

It's bad because it feels like there's very little room for changes and improvements to the fur industry because of the chokehold ARA groups have on the public's understanding of fur farming. For example, I'd like to see more ethical breeding practices done based on studying certain color generics and how they effect the health of certain species (we know some color mutations also cause genetic issues with certain species and I would like to have more information as to why that happens and how it can be avoided). However, it's difficult to discuss topics like that and push for change within the industry because most fur farms have to be extremely cautious with who they discuss thier practices to. ARAs will often lie to them to infiltrate thier farms to "expose" them by fabricating lies or stealing and releasing thier animals.

[dreamcatcher-faux]

Ah! Canon accurate Lethal Lewis jumpscare!

Like I said before, I didn't change much, just the colors, flames, and his anchor. I especially wanted to change his anchor because in The Future it becomes gray and cracked, so it didn't really make sense for it to suddenly be lively again :/ plus I wanted to show off Reverb's possession through it sense that is how Lewis gets possessed in the first place. (Fun Fact: his anchor is so sharp now, you could cut yourself on it :))

Dreadbeats! Little guys! Will steal your wallet if you aren't careful! (Fun Fact: their smiles are permanent :))

Below the cut are transparent versions :3

[simmila]

CURIOSITIES - Pt.1

Hello there again! Introducing the first part of "Curiosities", a cc pack inspired by sims that love rarities, collectibles, and excesively cluttered shelves. This first release is an introduction to what's to come for the next few weeks/months, which will include: -* A Paleontology pack (Because adult sims can love Dinosaurs and prehistoric animals just as much as kids do!). -* A Crystals pack. -* Archeology pack. -* And a Insects and Bones pack Ethically sourced, of course! Each pack will come with functional electronics and furniture, so you can complete your ideal ecclectic home with more than just clutter/deco items. But for today, you can find a variety of items to decorate your living-room area.

THIS PACK INCLUDES A TOTAL OF 27 OBJECTS:

-* Arm Chair + Loveseat + Sofa -- (20 swatches each) -* Ceiling Fan -- (5 Swatches) -* End Table -- (13 Swatches) -* Storage -- (8 Swatches) -* Rectangular & Circular Coffee Tables -- (24 Swatches each) -* Floor Lamp + Table Lamp -- (20 Swatches) -* Flowers on a Glass -- (10 swatches) -* Stackable Books -- (6 Swatches) -* Framed Insects Clutter -- (8 + 2 Spider Swatches) -* Wall Framed Insects (18 + 6 Spider Swatches) -* Wall Butterfly Collection -- (12 Swatches) -* Amethyst Geode -- (8 Swatches) -* Cut Geode -- (8 Swatches) -* Crystal -- (12 Swatches) -* Bigger Cystal -- (13 Swatches) -* Sea Horse Lamp (Taxidermy) -- (4 Swatches) -* Dinosaur Skull (Carnotaurus) -- (4 Swatches) -* Ammonite Fossil -- (5 Swatches) -* Unspecified Bone -- (5 Swatches) -* Cow Jaw Bone -- (5 Swatches) -* Faux Animal Hide Rug -- (6 Swatches) -* Hourglass -- (8 Swatches) -* Trinket Box -- (8 Swatches) --!! If you dislike spiders, there is an option that doesn't come with the those swatches, please be careful and download the correct one !! --

---! This pack is now Free on my Patreon (x)!---

With love, Simmila.

[nonobadcat]

For @oklolnoty

Down the Rabbit Hole - Five Chapters - 20k words - Yandere Shigaraki Tomura x Rabbit Quirk Female Reader

Rating: 18+ readers only - Minors DNI

Whole story TW: Noncon, yandere with kidnapping, severe quirk based discrimination, binge drinking, canon typical threats of violence (reader directed), canon typical death (nonreader directed), oral (give/receive), PnV (doggie), breeding, and expensive designer clothing everywhere.

Summary:

Working at Animal Instinct, the city's premiere hostess club for those who like their girls "pawsitively" attractive, may pay the bills but it'll cost your soul. Playing the brainless bunny girl everyone expected you to be, you were prepared to waste your life selling over priced champagne and sham companionship just to afford rent. When your efforts are rewarded with the client from hell, you try to stick to your bubblegum bimbo persona. However, being called boring by some crusty incel with the social skills of a trashcan is not something your pride can let slip by. ...and finding someone who hates society's games as much as him is not something Shigaraki Tomura can let go.

Chapter Navigation: 1|2|3|4|5 🐇 Ao3 Mirror

Chapter 1: Dumb Bunny - 3.4k words

TW: Binge drinking, quirk based discrimination

“Omigosh he’s back again!”

Plastered against the glossy black bathroom door, Nyanko’s twisted grimace and bristling tail ill suited her glamorous styling. Rhinestone trimmed claws pawed for purchase as an annoyed shriek hissed between tight teeth. It was fortunate that lilac satin squeezed her willowy frame like a vice. The very dress that transformed her bust line from “average” to “savage” restricted her air intake, keeping her whining to a polite volume.

Twisting the golden cap of your Yves Saint Laurent lipstain back on, you dabbed at your cupid’s bow. “Crusty boy?”

“Yes!” She groaned, pinning her cat ears to her skull. “Mama-san has paired him with twelve different girls in the last month. Boy’s got a heart made of Teflon! Won’t stick to anyone!”

You raised an eyebrow. “I thought this club was a kurabu? Isn’t the first pairing long term?”

“His dad is some sort of big deal so he gets special treatment, but mostly it's a mutual hate-hate thing,” Nyanko explained, wagging her finger. “He can’t find a girl he likes and all the girls beg Mama-san to let him try someone else. Even Aru didn’t want him and you know she has thick skin!”

“Quirk~ist,” you sang out, tucking your make-up back in the small, pearled handbag. “Just because she has an armadillo quirk doesn’t mean her soul is armor plated.”

Nyanko’s tabby tail swished. “Why does he keep coming back if he’s never happy?” she demanded, stomping her spike heels.

“I like those.” You nodded to the red bottoms. “The flower lace on the mesh is cute.”

“I know, right!” She twisted this way and that, showing off the shimmering details. “Abe-san got them for me last week. I think he has a foot thing but I’m not complaining.” All at once, her hair bristled. “Wait! Don’t try to change the subject! I’m in a real bind here!”

You popped your lips, smoothing down a stray lock of hair. “Oh? Why?”

“Because I’m one of the few he hasn’t chewed up yet!” She shivered and rubbed her arms. “I’m terrified Mama-san will pair me with that creep next!”

“Then quit your job and take Abe-san up on that mistress position. It’s not like he can last more than twenty seconds anyways so you won’t have to do much work.”

Her face fell flat. “Honey, hell’s got your name.”

You kicked off the faux marble tile and strutted over to the petite, raven-haired cutie. A single finger reached out, straightening the curl of her long bob. Patting her shoulder, you flashed her a grin and whispered in her ear. “Then it’s a good thing none of us go by our real names here, isn’t it?” 

She giggled before rolling her eyes towards your new lip color. “Speaking of 'people who just want to take a poor girl away from this place', is that a gift from your one hero client?”

You nodded. “Oshida bought it for me on the paid date. Asked me if he could put some of his cum in it.”

“Guess he’s not as family friendly as his press agent makes him out to be,” she muttered.

“I told him I couldn’t use it if he did because I’d be too addicted to the taste.”

Nyanko flashed you a judgey side eye and pushed open the bathroom door. “How are you that good a liar?”

“Nyanko, what are you talking about?" You plastered on an airy smile. Each word tumbled out wrapped in sweetness. "Everyone knows that bunny girls aren’t smart enough to lie. ♡” 

The words burned bitterly on your tongue.

Nyanko huffed, turning on heel. “I hate you.”

“Hate you more, sweetie,” you teased, following her down the long hall.

Pink tiles with golden veins lead the way to the reception desk. On your right, Animal Instict's main bar buzzed with flirtatious conversation, fake smiles, and exhausted salary men. One of the puppy girls, wrapped in cherry red spandex and ten centimeter black platforms, clung to her elderly client's arm like a fly on garbage. 

"Is Pochi back early from her paid date?" You asked, slipping under the glossy countertop.

"Kiba-san's bunions are acting up," Nyanko whispered, cupping the side of her face. "You know, the bunions that flare up when Pochi wants a fourth helping of foie gras."

You looked the other hostess up and down. Her rosy cheeks glowed as she smoothed her glossy tail across her lap. "She's pounding the champagne again. Her heat cycle must be close."

Nyanko waved her hand. "Don't date the dog if you ain't got the bank."

"Catty of you."

She hissed.

"Ladies," a firm voice warned. "You are on the floor."

You both turned towards a sultry middle-aged woman. Clad in a cocktail dress crafted from delicate golden mesh and rhinestones, her long, peacock plumage glittered every shade from sea green to deep navy in the warm light. She fixed you with a sharp glare before snapping open a fan. Its fluttering teased at her long, fake lashes.

"Yes, Mama-san," you replied in synchrony, bowing your heads to the boss.

She narrowed her eyes, craning her long, graceful neck to inspect your makeup. When it passed muster, she snapped the fan shut. "Honey, Tano-san requested you tonight as Usagi is out with a migraine."

Wow… just going to work his way through the bunny girls, huh? Guy wasn’t even subtle about his fetish.

"Of course," you agreed, bowing again. "Thank you, Mama-san."

Mama-san turned her scrutinizing gaze towards your companion. “Nyanko—” she crooked boney finger— “come with me.”

Nyanko’s ears drooped. “Y-yes, Mama-san…”

Mama-san rapped the cat girl with the lacey fan. “Professionalism.”

Nyanko forced a pained grin before snatching up a hot towel from the stack. “O-Of course!”

You shook your head, selecting a rolled towel of your own and placed it on a silver platter. Then, smearing on an airheaded smile, you followed the leader around the large, gangly money tree. Just past its scraggly leaves, two men came into view.

On the left, dressed in a deep navy sport coat and matching pleated pants stood a solemn faced man in his late sixties. He peered into the entryway’s mirror, fussing with his thinning, silver streaked hair. The wide, rose-gold rolex watch made his wrist look fat and did horrible things for his yellow undertones. When you came into view, he jerked away from his preening. Hungry eyes traced the line of your leg from heel to hem. His thick tongue lapped at the corner of his mouth.

“Tano-san,” your boss guiding you forward. “This is Honey Bunny.”

“It's so good to meet you, Tano-san!” You added a sugar rush bounce to your step. “We hope Usa-chan should feel better soon. I hope it’ll be okay if I take care of you for her until she’s better?”

With a grunt, he took the towel, clumsily groping your fingers along the way.

Mama-san turned to the man on the right. Hiding his face behind a mop of pale blue waves, a surly looking twenty something hunched against the wall. Blazing red eyes stared out from under hairless brows. He tugged at his collar, as if the beautifully tailored Armani three-piece was strangling him. It wasn’t hard to guess how he got the moniker “crusty boy”. Patchy scale peeled from his under eye bags. 

“Shigaraki-san, this is Nyanko-chan.”

Nyanko playfully scratched the air, before speaking out in a voice half an octave higher than her own. “It’s a purr-asure to Meow-chu, Shigaraki-san! I hope we can become good friends!”

He sneered at Nyanko before raking his neck with ratty, broken nails. 

Your coworker smiled so hard you thought her face might tear. “Would mew like a hot towel?”

He plucked the moist terry cloth from her outstretched hand with two fingers. He half-heartedly scrubbed his hands before walking right past her. “Let’s get this over with.”

Nyanko’s tail drooped as she skittered off after her guest. You pressed a coy hand to your lips to hide a grimace.

This was going to be a long night.

One hour into the evening, you would have paid Usa-chan to take her client back. 

At first, you thought Tano simply fumbled his cigarettes due to some nervous condition. However, after the third one in half an hour, you caught beady eyes peering down the front of your dress as you leaned in to light them. He ordered nothing but the cheapest wine on the menu (2.6k yen per glass + the 25% service fee) and nursed his drink like an old woman. Those squirmy hands of his kept “accidentally” brushing against your tail every time he shifted in his seat. Conversation was hard fought and mostly about how much he hated his boss. 

“Are you and Usa-chan related?” he asked for the fifth time that night.

You brushed your long, silky ears back. “Well, I’m a Lop and she’s a Lionhead.”

“Oh. So it’s not the same thing?”

If you smiled any harder your teeth would crack. “I know, right? They sound so similar I always get them confused.” You hoisted the green bottle up. “Here, it looks like you need a refill—”

He quickly covered the glass with his palm. “Let me touch your ears?”

Rot in the gutter, you steaming trash heap.

Hesitant humming accompanied a thoughtful head tilt. “Mama-san kinda sorta told me I’m not supposed to because it’s against club rules or something.” You clicked your tongue and beamed at him. “Makes me sad because I love having my hair brushed. Oh well, right?”

He scooted closer. “You could just ignore her.”

Wide, panicked eyes sold the frantic, high pitched squeak. “Omigosh! But it’d be bad to do that right?”

Rancid breath poured over your bare neck. “I can make being a bad bunny really fun.”

Die.

You laughed, “playfully” shoving his shoulder so hard it pushed him a solid half meter away.  “Oh Tano-san! No wonder Usa-chan loves you so much. You’re so funny!”

…and wringing your floppy neck with your ugly Gucchi tie would be even funnier.

On the other side of the tufted leather booths, Nyanko seemed to fare even worse. 

“So… Shigaraki-san, do you work for your paw-ther?”

“He’s my mentor, not my father.”

“Oh! That’s so neat! So he’s like a father to mew?”

One word grated through gritted teeth. “No.”

Nyanko winced at the harsh tone, her smile shaken for only a moment before she rallied. “Your mentor must be very generous to send you here so Meow-ften.”

“It’s annoying,” he groused, scratching his neck like a dog with fleas. The pungent stench of iron caught on the breeze from the air conditioning. All the women around you wrinkled their sensitive noses.

“It doesn’t have to be.” Nyanko placed one hand on the cream leather next to his thigh and leaned in. A long golden necklace slipped down her décolletage, pointing the eye towards her assets. Pouty lips forced her tongue high against her fangs, playing up an alto’s vocal fry. Delicately, she twirled her hair behind her pointed ear. Dangling diamonds glittered in the dim glow of the teardrop chandelier. Round, golden eyes peered at him from under sooty lashes. “Neh, Shigaraki-san, what kind of girl do mew like?”

The booth squeaked as he scooted away. “Someone real.”

“I’m all nyan-tural,” she purred, letting her free hand trail down her bust.

With a sharp “chcc”, he groped for his cell phone. 

Nyanko cocked her head. “Oh? Nyu like video games?”

“A little,” he muttered, loading up an app. Comic book style red and yellow text exploded across the screen. Four different voices called out: “Hero Center Battle Royale!!!!”.

“Ooooh!” She clapped her hands together. “Which ones do mew like?”

“The ones where the heroes die.”

“Sounds exciting!”

“More exciting than this conversation.”

Fight on, Nyanko-chan!

While your coworker clawed for any hint of mutual interest, Tano leaned back into his seat and manspread until he was pressed against your bare thigh. “Seems like the pretty kitty is having a rough time.”

Awk-ward….

“Really?” You smiled so hard the muscles below your eyes spasmed. “It sounds like she’s having fun learning a lot about a new person to me.”

Face flushed, your patron sipped his wine. “You’re kinda a dumb bunny, aren’t you?”

Yeah… That’s what your university professors thought too. At least, until your grades put you second in your class by only three points. Maybe if they stopped staring at your ears long enough, they would have seen the brain between them.

“Nyanko-chan loves to meet new people,” you chirped back, sitting on quivering hands to avoid throttling your meal ticket.

Tano thumbed his chin. “Wonder if she’s so persistent because she’s gonna go into heat.”

Ew… can you just not?!

"That must be a pain, going into heat.” Beady eyes flashed to you. "You do too, right?"

Gross. Disengage! Disengage!

You tapped your chin. "Huh… I dunno. Maybe bunnies are different or something." 

…cause a three second Google search couldn't have told his horny self that?! Seriously…

Faking a sweet smile you reached for his glass. “Heat or no heat, I think that connecting with others is a reward in and of itself."

And if Tano could connect the dots he would have the decency to GO HOME if he wasn’t going to drink.

He pulled his cup away. "I don't need a refill."

You set the bottle down. "Oh! My bad! I just really wanted to take care of you. You worked really hard after all. You deserve a little rest."

He leaned back into his seat and smiled to himself. "Yeah. Guess I do."

Ugh… Just drunk enough to be a self-centered douchebag, but not enough to get you a sales bonus. This sucked.

He cracked open one eye and glanced at you. "But seriously, aren’t you even a little worried about her or are you just too stupid that to read the room?”

You leaned into your palm, using the thick of your hand to stifle the snarl. “Finding the right fit for every guest can be hard but everyone here loves the challenge.” One ear flopped across your eye. You inhaled, letting the rise of your ribs strain the bust of your gown. “I’m just so glad we have such good chemistry.”

His greasy grin made you nauseated. Greedy eyes drank up your coworker’s long tail and tufted ears. He licked his lips. “Should I offer to save her then? Having two of you around sounds like fun.”

….and entirely defeated the point of coming to the type of classy club where you are supposed to have an intimate, one-on-one conversation with your hostess. Not to mention, you’d have to split the tip. Then again, that assumed this cheapskate didn’t skip it all together.

You bit your cheek until the taste of iron pricked your tongue. Painted lips slipped into a puffy pout. You turned your head, letting tears pool at your lash line. Ducking low to play up the shadows between your cleavage, you pinched his sleeve between two fingers like a schoolgirl tugging on her crush.

“Ah… I suppose it’s true that Tano-san is so cool he could have two women at once.” 

His breath caught in his wrinkled throat.

With a forlorn smile, you glanced down at the connection between you before dropping his sleeve like it shocked you. Your voice pitched high as you hurried out a breathless apology. “Oh! Sorry!” Nervous fingers prodded together as you hid behind one ear. “When I am around a man like you, I-I sometimes just get these instincts...” 

He gulped.

Time to go in for the kill. 

Your eyes danced away from his. “It’s been such a long time since I felt this way, I forgot that it happens. It’s hard, but I’ll try to control myself better.”

Tano reached for your hand, but you pulled it away to bop it into your fist. “Oh! Speaking of instincts, Usa-chan told me once that you negotiated a lot of big contracts for your company. How did you get so good at your job?”

He leaned back into the booth, puffing out his chest. Wrapping one arm over the back of the chair, he crooked his finger at you. “Come a little closer and I’ll be happy to share.”

Ugh… You needed a drink.

“Oh my gosh, Honey-chan he was just the worst!”

Nyanko’s whiskers tickled the side of your neck as she buried her face in your shoulder. You sighed, wrapping your arm around her. The smell of fried food and beer wafted in the summer air. Plump moths collided with the streetlight three paces away. Two wobbly salary men waved. The one wearing a tie on his forehead blew a wet kiss. Your party of three wiggled your fingers and giggled like shy school girls. As soon as they were out of sight, the smiles dropped like corpses on a battlefield.

You patted Nyanko’s shoulder. “There, there. You did what you could.”

She sniffled, fanning her flushed face. You passed her a tissue. She dabbed at her make-up. Flecks of mascara peeled onto pale paper. Another sob wracked her body. “WHAT DOES HE WANT!?” she wailed.

“Seriously,” Pochi scratched her dangling ears. “Mama-san gave him to me last week. He told me ‘your skills need a level up’. What does that even mean?!” She swished her silky black tail. “Let’s see his mummy lips pull three champagne towers in one night!”

“Three? Were you in heat?”

She sneered wide enough to flash her canines. “I faked it.”

You laughed. “Hot, but scary Pochi-sama.”

She jerked a thumb over her shoulder, motioning to Nyanko’s limp body. “Blame Little Miss Crafty Kitten there. For 30,000 yen, she gave me a run down on my tells and I did my make-up and perfume to mimic them. Worth every penny.”

Nyanko’s blank eyes stared at nothing. “I am a good hostess. I am a good hostess. I am a good hostess.”

You gave her a long side eye. “You charged 30,000 yen for that?”

A shaking hand rose into the air. She clenched her thumb and index finger into a ring.

“And I’m the one going to hell?” you teased, handing her off to Pochi. “Here. I forgot something at the club. You two get going before the last train leaves. I’m close enough to walk.”

“Whatever,” Pochi groaned, hugging the crying cat to her chest. “Come on Nyanko. You had too much to drink.”

With a gentle wave, you watched them as they staggered down the sidewalk leaving only Nyanko's miserable whining in their wake. When the last sob slipped into silence, the false feelings melted from your expression. Every hair on your neck bristled. A hard heel thumped on the pavement. Fists clenched to your side, you dashed off into the nearest alleyway. Wrenching off your expensive pumps, you set them on the ground out of reach. Your vision swam blood red, you zeroed in on the filthy dumpster. All at once, a frustrated shriek tore through the night air.

"SCREW YOOOOOUUUUU!”

You slammed your heel down into the dumpster, leaving a dent in the rust.

"SCREW YOU! SCREW THIS JOB! SCREW EVERYTHING!”

Blow after blow rained down on the innocent trash receptacle. 

"DUMB BUNNY MY COTTON FLUFFY TAIL! I HAVE MORE BRAIN CELLS IN MY MANICURE THAN YOU HAVE IN YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY TREE!

Twisted metal groaned under the weight of your fury. Memories of fresh-from-college job interviews flashed through your mind.

"I don't know that you're a good fit for our culture." "You seem really nice but we're only looking for serious candidates." "Oh…. I have another position you can interview for, sweetie."

Judgey stares and smarmy grins seared your brain. Lava hot rage bubbled through your veins as you kicked the dumpster five centimeters off its axis.

"I'D THREATEN TO RAZE THIS WHOLE SOCIETY BUT NONE OF YOU IDIOTS ARE EVEN SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN RAZE AND RAISE!"

Panting and raspy, you heaved for air in the middle of the pavement. With a final huff you tossed your hair, hiked up your purse, and strutted away.

At the end of the alley, bloodshot scarlet eyes were watching your entire tantrum. Just below them, a ghostly white smile glinted in the flickering amber light.

Next Chapter Expected: June 30th, 2023

Expected Completion Date: Mid-Aug 2023

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[palaeoplushies]

So what's like, the one creature you'd like to make into a plush more than anything, but circumstances (shape of animal, cost, complexity, busyness ect) haven't been right for it?

I'm a tempremental, stubborn beast ruled by my own whims and the reason I got into plush making was to make the animals I wanted to make most! When I find a creature that really takes my fancy, expect to see a plush of it soon! When it comes to making things currently outwith my grasp, plushies aside, I would LOVE to get into complex puppetry, animatronics and more mechanical stuff. I'd really, really like to make a life-size faux taxidermy thylacine with a full armature with realistic range of motion, 3D printed skull and teeth. Stop motion puppets would be cool, too. I have a pose-able archaeopteryx art doll type thing in the works (it's been a WIP for years) I'd love to finish that one day, too.

[scr-ppup]

Bane Flag

Bane: a presentation term for deities who are associated with curses and horror who are refusing to conform to humanity. Dresses in any kind of alternative style primarily and possibly with faux tails, and other animal components, and possibly has piercings and tattoos.

[ID: three identically designed rectangular flags of 11 uneven horizontal stripes. The stripes go from top to bottom as dark magenta, dark purple, yellow, desaturated brownish red, dark tomato red, near black, dark tomato red, desaturated brownish red, yellow, dark purple, and dark magenta. First two flags has a small off black sphere on the center, the first flag has a symbol consisting of a skull on fire in dark magenta color line art and the second flag is blank, and the third flag has no sphere or symbol./end ID]

Taglist: @radiomogai @obscurian @presentationflag-archive @coinfight

Pisteytys; 5 points for base, +2 for non-gender term attack. Previous points; 32 — current points: 39. Attack for @gender-mailman

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: what can I say.....

Part 6 of the Halloween fic, direct follow up to part 5.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

Warnings: 18+, suggestive, mention of blood, fake blood, very brief mention of knife play, self inflicted pain (for pleasure) and drugs,

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: Sihtric took you home and you joined him at his friend's party. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 3,6k 

Masterlist

'I do not want you in my life, so you best stay away if you know what's good for you.'

'I see the government paid you royally,' you said, gaping at the huge detached house at the end of the driveway Sihtric just pulled up at. 

'Yet nowhere near enough for the shit we've dealt with,' Sihtric mumbled.

You were excited and nervous to see where and how Sihtric lived. You already loved the fact that his house was hidden from the mainroad, surrounded by trees and bushes. The exterior of his modest mansion consisted of white bricks with black wooden beams. The house seemed old but well kept. Once you stepped through the front door you were greeted by a large black wooden staircase, which was the eye catcher in his dark and spacious hallway. You quickly noticed that his entire house had that old gothic look and vibe, which you were absolutely in love with.

Sihtric held your hand and walked you to his living room, where you noticed a large fireplace and huge windows overlooking fields with some sheep, which Sihtric said didn't belong to him unfortunately. Across the ceiling and walls you saw old black wooden beams, and his dark furniture matched with the old gothic vibe of it all. You walked over to a huge oaken cabinet which held various animal skulls, which Sihtric had found in the woods, and you inspected his vinyl collection.

'What do I need to do to live here?' you mumbled, gazing up at the large black chandelier, 'I love your home, it's incredible.'

'Thank you, my darkness,' Sihtric smiled and snuck his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind, 'it didn't always look like this. I made a lot of changes after my divorce to make it exactly how I wanted. It used to be all pretty light, but I painted dark colours over every wall.'

'I think you did an amazing job,' you smiled and turned to face him, 'and I think you are amazing,' you nuzzled his nose and kissed his lips.

'Says the most amazing lady I have ever met,' Sihtric smiled, his hands sliding down to your ass, giving a soft squeeze while he kissed your neck.

'So, where do you keep that pillory?' you grinned.

'In my basement,' Sihtric smirked.

'Your basement or your dungeon?'

Sihtric laughed, 'You can call it whatever you like, but I'm not taking you there right now.'

'Oh, come on,' you pouted and tugged at his hands.

'No, baby,' Sihtric chuckled, holding your hands firm but gentle, 'I already know what poor self control we have, and we can't be doing that right now, we have a party to go to.'

'Fine,' you sighed, knowing Sihtric was right about everything he just said, 'so how are we dressing up?'

'Well, since we don't plan on staying long, I don't even feel like putting in a whole lot of effort,' Sihtric shrugged, 'you already look breathtaking in your dress, so how about we just splatter ourselves with fake blood and keep it simple?'

'So we dress up as ourselves?' you laughed.

'I guess,' Sihtric smiled and pulled you with him as he walked back into his hallway, to the large stairs, 'want to see my bedroom?' he winked.

His dark and high ceiling bedroom was everything you ever dreamed of, and you felt sick with envy. His bed was huge, also made of dark wood, and had a large gothic headboard, and in front of his bed was a large faux fur rug which looked like a wolf's pelt. The walls were painted emerald, like the colour of his bed sheets, and the door to his ensuite bathroom was painted red. The black shelves on the walls held candles and dried roses in coffin shaped vases. On top of his black clothing cabinet were several decorative skulls, and you noticed the wall right across from his bed was rather empty, in contrast to the other walls, and you asked why.

'There used to be a large mirror,' Sihtric said, 'I took it down as soon as I lived here on my own. I've been meaning to put up some framed classic horror movie posters, but I haven't done it yet.'

'Why did you take down the mirror?'

'Mirrors,' Sihtric said, pulling you towards his bed, 'are believed to be portals between this world and the next. You should know about that stuff, little bat.'

'I do,' you smiled and straddled his lap, looking down in his mismatched eyes.

'It is also said that you shouldn't have any mirrors facing towards your bed. It can drain your energy and have a bad effect on your mood, as it creates unbalanced energy. Which has nothing to do with any ghosts or spirits,' Sihtric smiled, 'but I like to sleep well at night.'

'Oh, shit. I never knew that. That's interesting.'

'Mhm. But not as interesting as you,' Sihtric said and kissed your cheek, 'now, let's get ready for that party,' he sighed.

'You act like you don't want to go.'

'I just know some weird shit will happen,' he said, 'and I don't want you to think that these are parties I enjoy. I enjoy a good Halloween party, but Rypere's parties just always end up being random sex gatherings really,' Sihtric chuckled, 'and it's fucking weird.'

'But you keep going?' you frowned.

'Like I said before, only to show my face to my friend. I always get out as soon as I can. Anyway, I'm going to change my clothes.'

You nodded and got off his lap, then enjoyed watching Sihtric undress in front of you, not even in a teasing or sensual way, but just mindlessly feeling comfortable enough around you to do so.

'You have such an impressive body,' you said softly, smiling as you leaned back on his comfortable bed.

'Thank you,' Sihtric chuckled and blushed, 'so do you.'

'Thanks,' you laughed and watched Sihtric put on a tight black mesh shirt. It showed off his scarred muscular torso, as well as the bandage on his chest which covered up the cut from which you had licked his blood last night. He put on a pair of black ripped jeans and tied in his black leather boots before he put a wine coloured belt through the hoops of his jeans. Then he turned to you.

'Too much?' Sihtric asked with a grimace.

You stared at him as he walked over, your jaw slightly dropped, and you chuckled.

'Sihtric,' you said, 'you look so insanely hot and sexy. I need you to drag me to that pillory in your basement right now.'

'Gods,' Sihtric laughed and cupped your cheeks, looking down in your eyes as you sat on his bed, 'you're so eager, aren't you? Hmm,' he hummed.

'I will do anything to please you, sir,' you sighed.

'Fuck, babe,' Sihtric exhaled sharply, 'stop making me so hard,' he pinched your cheek lightly and pecked your lips, 'come, the fake blood's in the bathroom.'

He pulled you up by your hands and led you into the spacious dark marbled bathroom, where he handed you a bottle of fake blood. You asked why on earth he had this in his bathroom, and he told you he only bought them last week, figuring he'll need it for a Halloween party.

'So… paint me red?' Sihtric smiled.

'How much? And where do you want me to put it?' you asked while Sihtric lifted you up to sit on his bathroom cabinet.

'Put it wherever you want and how much you want.'

He then pecked your lips and cheek, slowly trailing his lips down to your neck, sucking and licking your sensitive skin while his hands were on your hips.

'Sihtric,' you hummed, 'you're making it impossible for me to think.'

'I'm sorry,' he chuckled, pinching your skin between his teeth before he pulled away, leaving a bruise on your neck.

You let the fake blood run down from his neck, soaking through his mesh shirt onto his muscular chest, where it trickled further down his body. You smudged his toned biceps and his hands, and lastly his beautiful face. Sihtric followed your movements with his eyes, smiling softly the entire time you decorated him, and he wondered how he had gotten a lady so bewitching as you. 

When it was his turn he gently slipped the straps of your black dress down your shoulders, kissing your skin before he painted your shoulders, clavicles, and your neck with the fake blood on his fingertips. He was careful to not get the red and sweet tasting liquid on your short dress, but you messed that up yourself by pulling him close, being desperate for his kiss. And after Sihtric reluctantly broke the kiss, he dipped his fingertips in the remaining blood and trailed his fingers softly down your cheek and down your arms.

'Would you mind some real blood, my dark angel?' he whispered, softly pecking your cheek.

'I wouldn't mind,' you smiled while wondering what he was going to do.

You watched him open a drawer of the cabinet you sat on, and he took out a small pocket knife. Sihtric brought the knife up to his lower lip and made a cut, drawing blood fast and with a heavy flow. He quickly pulled you in with his hand on the back of your head, kissing you hard and deep.

You moaned against his lips as you tasted his blood, and he pulled away to drag his bloody lips down your chin and your throat, leaving a trail of his fresh and warm blood all the way to your cleavage, where he pressed a gentle kiss to your skin and pulled back. He quickly grabbed a clean towel, which you snatched out of his hands and brought it up to his bleeding lip before he could do it himself, and you applied some pressure to stop the bleeding. Sihtric smiled softly again, his arms circling around your waist as he watched you take care of him, again, unlike anyone else he's ever been with. And he thought about how he would kill and die for you in a heartbeat.

'I love you,' his voice was muffled by the towel.

'I love you too,' you chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose.

'I see it's already busy, we really won't be staying long,' Sihtric said as you both looked at the big Halloween decorated house while sitting in his car.

'Okay,' you agreed and gave him a nervous smile.

'Hey,' Sihtric whispered sweetly, taking your hand and cupping your cheek with his other, 'you belong to me,' he kissed your lips softly, 'you're mine, my dark love. I own you, you are my property,' he kissed you again and then cupped both your cheeks, 'the same way I belong to you. I'm yours, my love, and you own me. All of me. I am yours only, I am your property. Remember that,' he smiled.

You were taken aback by his words, feeling your lower abdomen heat up as your heartbeat quickened, and you pulled him closer, kissing him slow, deep and sloppy. You whispered countless "I love you's" to each other in between kisses before you finally got out of the car and walked up to the house.

Sihtric held your hand and led you through the crowded hallway, where you were already taken by surprise when you saw a couple casually having sex on the stairs, with no one batting an eye. You ended up in an even more crowded living room, and Sihtric led you to the table with drinks. You reached to take a cup with some punch, but Sihtric was quick to take your hand and he leaned in to speak in your ear, making you hear him over the music.

'I don't need to try that to know there's something in it,' Sihtric said, 'don't drink anything here which you didn't open yourself, okay, baby?' He kissed your cheek.

'Are you serious?'

'Yes, but everyone here knows that, it's up to everyone if they want a drink with some drugs in it or not. How do you think those orgies happen?' he laughed.

'Goodness,' you chuckled and took a closed can of sprite.

Sihtric pulled you closer and just looked at you, with pupils so large it seemed as if he was high on drugs without having taken any. He was simply so in love with you, and so aroused to have you in his arms in public, that he felt his heart beating out of his chest and his head spun as he heard his blood buzz in his ears. And you felt the same. The feeling was overwhelming but pleasant.

You ran your hand over his mesh shirt, feeling his muscles while you were breathing hard. You were eager and ready for him, for his love. It almost seemed as if the air was drugged too, but it wasn't, this was just the first time being somewhere together, among people, after your intimate night with Sihtric. After he had claimed you, after you had become each other's property. You had never experienced a love like this, but it felt as if it was exactly what you had been looking for your entire life.

'Sihtric,' you said, breathy, but before you could continue Sihtric already did what you wanted to ask; kissing you deeply and passionately, as if you were the only two people in the room while everything and everyone around you drowned out. There was only Sihtric for you, only the feeling of his strong arms around you and the feeling of his hands on your buttocks, squeezing firmly. There was only the taste of his tongue in your mouth and the feeling of his heavy breathing and soft moans against your lips.

'My darkness,' he breathed, his hands trailing up the sides of your body while you dragged your nails down over his barely covered torso, 'my love,' Sihtric said, stealing another kiss before someone called his name, which you both didn't hear, until the same person suddenly grabbed his shoulder, making you both snap out of the hypnotised feeling.

'Sihtric!' a man yelled as he pulled Sihtric in for a hug, which looked awkward as Sihtric still had his arms around you.

'Oh, shit,' Sihtric chuckled, 'hey man,' he said and slapped the man's shoulder.

'How are you doing? Wasn't sure if you'd show up!'

'You know I always try to show up at least for a moment. But I'm good,' Sihtric smiled, and you figured the man he was talking to was his friend, Rypere, the host of the party.

'Yeah, you look good, man! You look happy, and it's been, what, a century since you last smiled?' the man laughed.

'Feels like it,' Sihtric chuckled.

'So who's this then?' the man looked at you with a friendly smile, 'the reason for your happiness?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric pulled you close again and looked at you, 'this is my queen,' he smiled, 'my love.'

Sihtric introduced you to Rypere and you shook his hand.

'An honour to meet you,' Rypere said, 'good to finally see Sihtric with someone who dresses up with him,' he smiled and turned to Sihtric, 'I'm really happy for you, man. I gotta run now, I was on my way to the bathroom, but couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you making out with someone,' Rypere laughed, 'I'll see you two around, yeah? Oh, by the way,' Rypere said, 'remember that blonde you hooked up with once? Banging body, horrible personality?'

'Worst night of my life,' Sihtric sighed, 'what about her?'

'She's here.'

'Ready to go home soon?' Sihtric asked in between kisses.

'Yeah,' you smiled. 

You had been at the party for a little over an hour. It wasn't that weird yet, except for the occasional couple having sex out in the open, but as before, no one batted an eye and you really only had eyes for Sihtric, who couldn't keep his hands nor lips off you either.

'Sihtric?' a woman behind you called out, making him look up. 

You saw Sihtric's smile fade as his jaw clenched, and he pulled you firm against his chest.

'Sihtric Kjartansson,' a blonde woman said as she walked up to him, 'I thought that was you. Didn't recognize you with the new haircut.'

Sihtric didn't say anything.

'You look good,' she smiled, her eyes looking him up and down, 'really good.'

A feeling of hatred came over you when you watched the woman checking out your property.

'What do you want, Skade?' Sihtric asked, agitated.

'Oh, you remember my name?' she mocked, 'I thought you wouldn't remember me. I left you my number, but you never called me.'

'It was a one time thing only, almost half a year ago,' Sihtric said, his face serious as he held you tight.

'I know there were no strings attached,' Skade smiled, 'but I always hoped you'd call…'

'I had no reason to call you,' Sihtric retorted, 'I didn't even save your number.'

Skade's smile faded, and if looks could kill, Sihtric would've dropped dead right there. Then she looked at you, with her piercing blue eyes, and she grinned.

'Is this your new hook up?' she asked, looking back at Sihtric.

'She is none of your business,' Sihtric spat, 'nor is my life.'

'You're lucky,' Skade smiled at you, insincere, 'at least half of the people in this room want a night with him.'

Skade trailed her fingers down Sihtric's biceps, but before you could react, Sihtric shook her hand off his arm.

'Do not touch me!' he growled.

'Relax,' Skade laughed and clicked her tongue, 'I'm only playing. I remember what you feel like,' she said, trailing her fingers over his arm again.

You huffed and harshly slapped her hand off him this time.

'He belongs to me,' you hissed and stared into her eyes, hearing Sihtric chuckle in your ear as he pulled you closer again.

'Does he?' Skade scoffed, 'did he chain you up too?'

'No,' you gave her a cocky look, 'but I tasted his blood,' you said, leaning closer to Skade, giving her a threatening look, 'I. Own. Him.'

Skade's face turned bitter, full of envy and spite, and she saw Sihtric smile before he buried his face in your neck, planting kisses and gently biting your earlobe. You smiled at Skade as you let Sihtric show his undying affection and love for you.

'I love you, my queen,' Sihtric smiled and ran his tongue over your lips before he kissed you in the sloppiest way possible.

Skade's face twitched with rage and jealousy as she watched him kiss you.

'I could've tasted his blood too!' she snarled.

Sihtric broke the kiss and gave her a confused and annoyed look.

'You?' he scoffed, 'never. You couldn't even finish me off.'

You chuckled at his words and kissed his neck, until Skade suddenly raked her fingers through your hair.

'What the fuck?' you grimaced.

'Keep your fucking hands off her!' Sihtric barked and pushed her away, 'I do not want you in my life, so you best stay away if you know what's good for you,' he then took your hand and pulled you close again, 'come, baby, let's go home.'

'I just wanted to feel her pretty hair,' Skade smiled as she watched you walk out, 'we could've had fun, you know, the three of us. It's your loss, Sihtric!' she looked at you, then back at Sihtric, 'your loss,' she said again.

'Are you okay, my love?' Sihtric asked, leaning over to your seat while you both sat in his car.

'Yeah,' you scoffed lightly, 'that was just really fucking weird. Her whole energy just,' you shivered, 'yuck.' You took Sihtric's face in your hands, 'but are you okay?'

'I'm good,' he smiled, 'but I'm really sorry. If I knew she was here I never would've went.'

'How did you hook up with her in the first place?'

'Rypere's birthday party earlier this year,' Sihtric sighed, 'I was feeling really low and empty at that time. She came onto me and she ended up going home with me. I thought maybe I'd feel better after some sex,' he snorted, 'but I only felt worse.'

'What happened?'

'I chained her up, we had sex, sort of… I mean, she finished in no time, and told me to keep going, so I did,' Sihtric sighed, 'but she gets off by degrading people. She suddenly spat in my face and started to downtalk me. Seeing my history with mental abuse, I immediately stopped and told her to go home. She started to argue, we had a falling out and I basically had to force her out of my house. It was really fucked up, but clearly she had a better experience than me.'

'Sihtric,' you caressed his cheeks, 'baby, I'm so sorry.'

'Shh,' Sihtric smiled and pulled you closer, 'we'll never have to mention her name ever again. Everything is good now.'

He kissed you softly and took you back to his house. You again showered together and Sihtric asked if you were still up for trying something new, but the whole situation with Skade had thrown your energy off, so you told him you just wished to cuddle up in bed, which he happily did.

Skade went home, bitter and angry. She wanted to be Sihtric's love, only she deserved to be called his queen. Not you. 

She lit her candles and sat down. She chanted words and threw the few strands of your hair, which she had retrieved from you at the party, in the flames and she screamed, casting her curse;

'As I do this candle spell, bring my enemy three days of hell.

With this candle black, black as night, I bring her pain and torment tonight.

Dukes of darkness, kings of Hell, make her life all but well.

When three days of torment have passed,

I ask to bring her death and end her pain at last!'

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