#top brand hunting knife

[gloomwitchwrites]

Captain John Price x Female Reader Dark Romance

Chapter Specific Warnings: canon-typical swearing, chasing through the woods, strong suggestive themes, dirty talk, showering together

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: Part Nine of Dangerous Pursuit (for @glitterypirateduck)

Making one last effort to run, you utterly fail, only for Price to drag you back and seek punishment.

Chapter Eight // Chapter Ten

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Open land. Distant tree line.

Out here, where the lights of the city are so far they’re invisible, you stew in sticky silence. Nature is loud but it’s also soft, and the thoughts in your head are the only distraction.

It is a maddening sort of tune. A rushing waterfall of information you cannot seem to switch off. It eats away at you, making you question everything again as if you haven’t done this countless times. Like you didn’t think about escaping the entire time you were in the car.

The new safehouse feels just like the one from three years ago. It too is isolated. A decrepit barn in the middle of nowhere with an interior that is at odds with its exterior appearance. But unlike the safehouse from three years ago, there is no underground bunker. There is no room for Price to lock you up in.

You should be grateful, but it only makes you feel vulnerable. There is nowhere in this barn for you to hide. Price is breathing the same air as you, standing in the same large room, and so near that all you need to do is turn in his direction.

On the lefthand side of the barn is paved ground where the black SUV is parked. Price is currently shutting the barn doors while you stand next to the car. It is still warm as you lean against it, taking in your surroundings.

To the right of the paved section, the floor rises slightly, a step up into an open space. This room is sectioned off by partitions and half-walls. Directly in front of you is a small cooking area with a square folding table and two chairs. Next to that is a worn couch and coffee table that is covered in scratches. As you peer closer at it, you notice a hunting knife embedded in the top.

“Not as nice as the other one,” says Price, startling you out of your observation.

“Not as nice as what?” you ask, unsure of what he means.

“As the previous place.” He means the house you were in just a few hours ago.

You glance around at the interior of the barn. “It could be worse.”

When you turn toward Price, he is right there, shoulders nearly brushing as he gazes down at you. His brow is soft and full of concentration. His gaze keeps dropping to your lips to observe your mouth. The memory of him kissing you on the elevator flares hot in your mind. The brand of his touch renewing to invisibly sear your skin.

“You’ll be safe here. Obolensky won’t find you.” Price’s voice dips to a softness that threads through your chest like a long ribbon. It squeezes tight and you find yourself leaning into him even as a small voice in your head tells you to resist.

Half of you says to trust him, and the other half tells you to run. It’s such an odd sensation, this tug-of-war that won’t cease. Every memory you have of John is laced with uncertainty, and even after all this time, part of you remembers how he made you feel. This closeness is only a reminder of how much you still ache for him, and how desperately you desire to flee.

Three years. Three years and still you cannot rid yourself of him.

“Alex might consider my disappearance a blessing,” you murmur.

“Maybe,” shrugs Price.

“You said he likes to take care of things himself. But he sent others to do it.”

“I did,” affirms Price, his mouth turning downwards into a slight frown. “Why are you bringing this up?”

“He sent others. I disappeared. No one has to know he failed except him.” Your gaze falls away from Price’s face. You stare at your feet. “And I don’t ever want to see him again.”

It’s the truth. The man you were growing to love only wants you dead, to string you up for his client like a hanged man. And yet, Alex couldn’t execute the act himself, something he always goes out of his way to do.

Price lightly brushes your chin, pushing your head upward, returning your gaze to his face. “I’ll make sure you don’t.”

The promise is meant to reassure, but you question whether Price means he’ll keep you safe by preventing you from crossing paths with Alex again or that Alex will no longer be alive to seek you out.

Because he might try if he still draws breath. There is no reason to find sympathy in your heart for the man. Not after everything.

Price’s thumb brushes just below the curve of your bottom lip before his grip there draws you close. You know what he’s doing. It’s like the elevator all over again. Your body tingles with the way he guides you to his lips. Price’s head dips, and your head tips to the side, welcoming him.

This distance between you shortens. Shortens some more. Panic swells suddenly and you turn your face at the last second. Price’s lips brush against the corner of your mouth. But he doesn’t draw away in defeat. Price’s hand unfurls, grabbing the bottom of your face. It’s not a harsh hold, but it is dominating, and curls something hot and needy between your legs.

“We can’t,” you reply, already knowing the question forming on Price’s lips. “John. We can’t.”

“Who says?” he asks, some raspiness leaking into his tone, the hunger there thick and palpable.

You were completely wrong. This place is much more isolating. There is all this space—both inside and out—and yet it’s suffocating. The need to bolt—the desire to run—revives within you, creating a miasma of anxiety that won’t leave you alone.

Giving in to John will only make things worse.

“Let me go.”

Price drops his hand immediately, but the separation is only a brief respite. He stands so near that you can pick up the slightly woodsy scent of him. You haven’t seen him smoke a cigar but you can smell that too. It is faint. Distant. Clinging.

Price brushes past you, the contact much too close and yet not close enough. He steps up onto the raised floor, heading for the kitchen area, opening the minifridge and peering inside. It’s empty minus a few items. Price pulls them out one by one, examining each.

“Expired,” he mutters, putting them all back.

“No food?” you ask, following him.

He glances over his shoulder. “There’s food. It’s all in cans or boxes. Dried stuff. Things that will keep. Does that bother you?”

“No,” you reply, shaking your head.

From here, you have a better view of the space beyond. There is a half-wall that separates the kitchen and communal space from the back area. There are beds. One is large, likely a queen, shoved into the corner. Next to it is a wooden table with various equipment on it. One looks like a massive two-way radio. The rest of it you don’t recognize. Beside that are two more beds, bunks that are bolted into the wall. As you step around Price to peer beyond, it reveals an open shower and a sink. The toilet is in its own space but separated by a curtain.

Everything in here is out in the open. There is literally nowhere for you to hide.

Price leaves you alone after that, as if he’s sensing your unease, but he’s also working. The laptop he has out in front of him is sturdy like you could smash it repeatedly against the ground and it would still hold its integrity. When he isn’t on the computer he’s talking on the phone, speaking softly. You can’t hear him, and while that stokes your curiosity, it also doesn’t help your anxiety.

It festers, and while you try to distract yourself with a book, it hardly keeps your interest. You’re stuck here, completely at Price’s protection and mercy. It is a comfort, and yet it isn’t enough. The silence and the book only give your mind time to process and stew and think about all your options.

Which makes the next part easy.

Slipping away this time is easy.

When night comes knocking, Price offers you the large bed, which you happily take. He picks the lower bunk, kicking off his boots and sliding in without another word. Maybe he is too tired—too exhausted—and has sunk into a deep sleep because you crawl out of the bed, dress yourself, and make it to the barn doors without incident.

The locking mechanism is simple but old. There is rust and it’s large. Clearly, Price doesn’t expect anyone to come out this far in search of you, which is a blessing, but makes the whole thing far too easy.

A trap, your brain spits, flaring hot. It’s a test.

You shove the thoughts down until they’re completely in shadow. You’ve already made the decision. You’ll see this through, even if you fail. You have to try.

The barn door creaks when you open it, and you flinch at the noise. You immediately pause, listening in the dark, waiting for Price to emerge like a predator after prey.

Nothing.

No hand appears from the shadows to latch on to you. No voice calls out, commanding you to stop, to turn around and come inside.

There is only silence, and the soft droll of insects.

Price did say he’d chase you anywhere. Do you truly believe him? Would he run after you? If you make it to the road and then back to the city, would Price be right on your heels, hunting you down to bring you back?

As you push the door open a bit wider, you slip through the space you’ve created, wiggling as you make it out into open air. The ground is wet. It rained and you didn’t even realize it. You don’t have a coat, but that hardly matters at the moment. There may be a slight chill in the air, but there is no wind, and a coat might overheat you once you start walking.

Getting back to the main road is the priority.

You can follow it back to the city.

You can—

“What are you doing?”

You whirl around. “John,” you gasp, as if his appearance is a surprise.

“You’re running,” he states, because it’s the truth and you both know it.

You stand there in the dark, watching Price as he crosses his arms over his chest. He lingers just outside the open door wearing nothing but a white shirt, cargo pants, and boots. His dark hair is messy, clearly tussled from sleep.

The worst part about it is that Price doesn’t even appear to be annoyed or angry. His face is entirely neutral, as if he knew you’d try this and was only waiting for it to happen. Of course he would. You tried to run from him yesterday. Even then, you only made it to the door.

Denial is silly. So, you don’t try. You don’t say anything.

“Are you going to make me chase you?” When your reply doesn’t come, Price sighs loudly. “Am I that bad?”

“I want to make my own choices,” you finally snap, because it’s the only thing you want in all of this. Every choice is being decided for you. All you want is a voice.

Price unlaces his arms and extends them outward. “You’re making a choice now.”

“But you’ll just drag me back!” you shout, throwing your hands up to the sky in exasperation.

“Exactly,” shrugs Price. “You’re making a choice to run. And I’m making a choice to track you down when you do.”

He steps forward, and an old, primal instinct in you flares hot, burning in your muscles.

“If you care about me at all, John. You will let me go.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not how this works, love.”

“Then tell me how it works.” You move away from him. Just one step, but Price notices, his gaze dropping to your foot before returning to your face.

“You’ll run anyway.” Price’s response has the hint of a growl on the end. The neutral expression is gone. Price’s gaze is intense. Heated. He wants you to run. He wants to chase you down.

The idea of the chase, of Price stalking you through the woods only to drag you back to the barn is like the first bite of real food after a long sickness. The thoughts that swirl in your head, the images of what he’ll do once he captures you repeats and shifts in your mind. They are drenched in red, but not in the vibrancy of violence. They are dipped with wanton lust, of skin against skin, of mouths moving against each other and across bare flesh. You think of yourself trapped beneath him. Writhing. Moaning. Begging for him.

Yet Price is correct. You will run regardless of what he says. It has been building in your blood like bricks. It was always going to come to this. It is what you do after all. Run and run and run because running is easy. Running has always been easy.

The tension in your limbs snap. Releasing, you turn on your heel, taking off toward the tree line. The air is crisp and cold as it enters your lungs. It stings your bare skin, an icy bite against the heat of your flesh. The ground is wet. Slick. Your shoes slip in the mud, but you manage to stay upright, pumping your legs as best as you can, breaking the tree line and entering the wood.

Price is sprinting after you. You can hear his boots hitting the ground, the rapid inhale and exhalation of his breath. Twigs snap beneath your own shoes and his. Even with your labored breathing that is slowly becoming rapid, you do not lose Price’s pounding footfalls. You hear them clearly.

You do what you know you’re supposed to do. To weave and duck, to not run in a straight line. With the trees, that’s easy, but there are still obstacles for you, and they’re slowing you down. A wrong move might send you tumbling. A wrong move might throw you right into Price’s path.

Chancing a glance over your shoulder, you spy him just a few feet behind. He is gaining, tearing through the path you’ve made like it’s nothing to him. You are no match for a man who chases people down for a living.

Why did you even think you had the possibility of success?

And where would you have gone once you made it out of the trees and to the main road? That is deserted too, especially at this time. You would have slowed down anyway, and Price would be on you in seconds.

The moment you turn your gaze back to the path in front of you, you nearly hurtle into a tree. Stumbling, you go to move around it, but you are too slow, and you’ve lost precious time. Every second counts, and you were too distracted to keep yourself on the path ahead.

Price is on you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Natural weight carries you both down to the ground. The trees block the moonlight, and the little that floods in obscures the ground that is quickly heading toward your face.

But you don’t land like you think you will—with a blow to your skull. Price shifts his body, turning toward the ground, moving you out of the way completely.

It is Price that lands in the mud.

You inhale. He exhales. Back and forth in shuttering silence, chests heaving as the exhaustion from sprinting starts to set in.

Price is on his back and you are draped over him, cheek pressed against his hard chest, hands holding on to him like an anchor. His arms are still wrapped around your waist, pinning you against him. The two of stay like this for a few breaths as if the situation is unfathomable. That the very idea of the two of you splayed out in the mud is part of the plan.

But it is you that finally breaks. It is you that finally moves.

Your hands press against his chest, palms flat. Shoving yourself away, you intend on returning to your feet, to stumble off and make another pass at freedom. But Price is larger. Stronger. His arms tighten, and then he’s rolling over, pressing you down into the sludgy mud.

You are pinned. Trapped beneath him. But not in the way you imagined.

Trying to beat your fists against his chest is useless. Price is a fucking wall. Solid. When you buck your hips to try and throw him off, it only rubs your pelvis against him, and the hardness that replies back ceases all further movement.

“Filthy girl,” he purrs. “Said I’d chase you.” He smirks and you want to slap it right off his face.

“Get off me, John,” you growl. The mud is already seeping into and beneath your clothes, cooling your skin, making the chill worse.

“Where were you running to?” he asks, breathing still slightly labored. “Where?”

“Away from here,” you reply sharply, smacking his chest. It is in vain. Price doesn’t even flinch. If anything, he’s amused, and that only drives your frustration higher.

“Running from me or this place?”

You want to wound him, to tell Price that it’s both. That you’re running from him as much as you’re running from the safehouse. But it’s a lie. You don’t want to run from him. Even though you’re frustrated with him and at the situation, freedom is the one thing you crave. Choices are important, and Price is giving you none. Yet it is not freedom from him. Price is not your master, and you are not a bird in a gilded cage.

He's trying to protect you and keep you safe the only way he knows how.

“Get. Off. Me,” you mutter, the mud now fully covering your backside and rapidly seeping elsewhere.

He inclines his head. “As you wish.”

Price abruptly pulls away, bringing you with him. He effortlessly tosses you over his shoulder. He turns, heading back to the barn. When you try to knock your fists and feet against him, Price’s rebuttal is a sharp slap to your ass.

“What the fuck!” you yelp, momentarily stunned.

“Stop moving. I might drop you.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you grumble, only to be rewarded with another slap to your right cheek.

Every step sends his shoulder into your stomach. You cling, hanging, just trying to stay aloft. Breaking the tree line, Price eases you off his shoulder and to your feet. The moment your feet hit the ground, you try to bolt, but Price holds tight. Using your natural weight, you attempt to destabilize him. To send him stumbling.

But Price is strong, and easily retains his grip.

Price drags you along, but you complain the whole time, muttering obscenities under your breath as he pushes you through the open barn door, slamming it behind him.

The two of you stand there, staring at each other in the silence of the barn. Price is splattered with mud which means you cannot be much better. You feel it in your hair and between your skin and shirt. It’s on the both of you. It’s fucking everywhere.

You make one more pitiful attempt to run. Price just rolls his eyes, hauling you into his arms again. He starts walking, stepping up onto the raised flooring, walking right past the kitchen area and beds to plop you onto your feet in front of the open shower.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you splutter. “You can’t toss me around like that.”

Price briefly glances at you before reaching past your shoulder to turn the dial on the shower. There is a rattling sound of old pipes jumping, and then clear water bursts from the shower head. The system might be ancient, but the water falls from the shower head like rainfall. It looks lovely, like something you’d have in your own home.

“John,” you prompt, leaning into his line of sight, but he isn’t listening. He’s completely ignoring you.

You try again. “John—”

Price grabs your upper arm and drags you under the falling water. It’s still ice cold.

“Fuck!” you shriek like a stabbed banshee.

In moments, you’re soaked through, shivering. Beneath your shoes, brown water pools before slowly creeping toward the drain. Leaning down, Price unties the laces of his boots, kicking them off to the side, away from the shower. They’re covered in mud, leaving brown splotches behind.

Then, Price steps under the spray beside you—joining you. The water finally starts to warm, as if it knew the exact moment Price would enter in.

“Shoes off,” says Price as his hands slide under the white shirt, guiding it up and over his head. That is also tossed aside—just like his boots—and you’re momentarily stunned by Price’s broad, bare chest.

You want to touch him—to run your fingers through the soft hair there that slowly trails below his pants. Just yesterday you saw him without a shirt. That too startled you, but right now you’re blazing. He is nearly on top of you, and all you’d need to do is raise your hand a few inches. That’s it. That’s all.

“Shoes,” he repeats, eyebrows rising slightly.

You bend to comply, the warm water rolling off your body as you take off your shoes and hastily kick them to the side. The mud is gone, but they’ll take forever to dry. When you return to standing, Price’s hands are on you. With one sharp tug, he rips your top open from neckline to hem, exposing your breasts to him, the room, and the water.

Your nipples pebble instantly.

“Jesus Christ, John,” you gasp, covering yourself up.

Price’s gaze isn’t even on your chest. He ripped your top without looking there at all, keeping his attention on your face. From there, Price continues, removing his belt and pants with ease. Then it’s just the two of you standing under the cascading water, steam rising to the rafters.

There is Price in his gray boxer briefs and you in a pair of sweatpants that are just a smidge too big. They are quickly starting to slip over your hips from the sheer weight of the water as it soaks into the fabric.

You reach for the waistband, only to miss, finding empty air and wet skin. It’s already gone. The sweatpants are at your feet. Price’s gaze briefly darts downward before returning to your face, that fierce hunger you saw there earlier returning in full force.

“Eyes up here,” you snap, pointing toward your face with two fingers while still covering your bare chest.

Price’s mouth twitches, the corner twisting into a hint of a knowing smile. There is a brief pause between that smirk and his next movement. Price’s thumbs slide beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, and then those too are gone, putting the two of you on equal footing.

Bare. Standing close. Wet. Warm.

You don’t dare look down. Even though you want to. Even though your body heats from the mere idea of just how intimate this is. Price’s gaze stays on your face, and that is somehow more intense than if his gaze roamed over your body.

Reaching over your shoulder again, Price grabs a bottle off one of the shelves.  He pops open the lid, turns it over, squeezes clear liquid into his palm.

“Wash,” he says. “Or I’ll do it for you.” He offers you the bottle of body soap.

“Fuck you,” you mutter, staring him in the eye.

Price clicks the lid shut. Puts it right back on the shelf. “You offering?” he purrs, stepping closer into your space. You take a step back, only to bump into the shower wall. “Just turn around, love. Spread those gorgeous legs. I’ll do the rest.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you retort, grabbing the soap bottle and opening it up much too aggressively. The plastic lid is no match for your strength. It goes flying across the makeshift bathroom.

Price places his hand next to your head, anchoring himself there, trapping you against the wall. “I would,” he answers. “But so would you. Don’t deny it.”

Squirting some of the liquid into your hand, you return the bottle to the shelf and begin lathering the soap between your palms. Sighing, Price drops his hand from the wall and brings it to his other palm, lathering his soap up as well.

Price does not step back, and you do not push forward. The water falls between your bodies, the two of you staring each other down as both of you run the soap over your arms, chest, and stomach.

You won’t back down.

You won’t break first.

When you scrub your hair, lifting your arms up above your head, exposing your breasts, that is when Price’s gaze drops, focusing in on the way they lightly shake and bounce from your movements. You don’t hide. Instead, you give into the movement, taking extra care to exaggerate their gently sway. His lips part slightly like he wants to put his mouth against them. To taste and know them. The sudden thought brings a heat between your legs, and you find yourself squeezing your thighs together as a way to hide the fact you want him.

“Like what you see?” you tease, feeling bold in that moment.

Price’s gaze darts upward, and darkens. The hunger there is thick like rich butter. You could easily cut it with a knife, spread it around on fresh bread, savor the salty bite.

“Answer me honestly,” he rasps, and your hands immediately drop from your hair, the sudsy shampoo running down your back to greet the drain. “Do you miss him?”

Do you miss him.

Him.

Him.

Meaning, Alex.

“No. I don’t,” you whisper, because it’s true. After everything that transpired, your heart might ache, but you don’t miss him. If anything, you’re fucking angry.

Price licks his lips, and then his hand is coming up to wrap around your throat, creating a necklace of possession. He doesn’t squeeze, just lightly presses you harder into the shower wall, his own body leaning in until the two of you are nearly touching.

“Answer me. Honestly. Did Obolensky ever fuck you like I did?”

Your lips and mouth and tongue begin to form the shapes of words—the shapes of sounds—but you’re too stunned to speak, unable to comprehend why Price is bringing this up now.

Price leans in a bit closer. “Did he kiss you better? Taste you better?”

He is so close. With noses brushing, your head tilts upward, seeking his mouth—seeking him.

Price’s lips make the faintest contact with your own before drawing away again. “Answer me,” and these words are a growl.

“No,” you answer. “Never like you.”

Alex was always kind, always gentle, but never quite did it for you. He always made sure you finished, always made sure that you were satisfied, but you were never completely there. Something was missing, and that something is passion. Alex was comfortable and safe—which are all good things to have in a relationship. But he never wanted to explore anything further, and now you know why. It was all fake. A ruse. A fucking joke. At least, to some extent.

Price is all protective passion. He is safe but in a completely different way.

The sigh that leaves him is audible. It’s an exhalation of relief. Price’s eyelids flutter, then close as he inhales. On the second exhale, he opens his eyes, and you instantly melt, silently swearing that you’ll give this man anything.

“What should your punishment be for making me chase you? Hm?” Price’s hand tightens a bit, not enough to constrict your breathing but enough to show dominance. “Or should I decide for you.”

“John,” you whimper, one hand wrapping around his wrist while the other comes up to land on his broad chest.

Price rests his forehead against your temple, the line of his nose pressing softly against the side of your face, just to the edge of the cheekbone. “Could fuck your hand. Give you just the head. Bend you over so I can watch my cum drip out.”

His lips brush over your skin, and his other hand not holding your throat falls to your waist, squeezing, pulling you flush against him. Price is hard, and that is very clear by the way his need insistently pokes at your stomach.

“What do you think, love?” he asks, continuing. “Keep you spread wide. Do it again. Maybe even a third time.” With his hold on your throat, Price lightly turns you head in his direction. Your lips are just a second from meeting. “Then I’d fuck all of it into you. Make you mine.”

Price’s lips meet yours. Finally. Finally—and yet it’s fleeting. It’s a chaste kiss, and completely at odds with how he’s speaking to you.

“You remember the feel of me inside you, love? Because I remember you. You were bloody perfect around me.” Price closes the distance, and this time the kiss is deeper. Fiercer. “Made for me,” he growls into your mouth.

“John,” you moan, only wanting him to follow through. To fill you, then fuck you ceaselessly.

You know that’s how he’d do it. Draw it out. Make you hunger for him. Then take you in whatever position he desires. You’d take it all. You’d accept all of it. There is nothing that has ever compared to those moments in the safehouse and at Thirst. There is nothing that compares to those moments between, when he was gentle and soft and full of concern for you. Even the overbearing protectiveness is somehow sweet.

Price’s reply is to seal the two of you together, pinning you against the wall of the shower, claiming your mouth in repetitive desire that seeps into your muscles and bones, leaking into the marrow until the two of you are utterly fused.

The water isn’t nearly as hot as it was, but it’s still warm, and it only adds to the heat building between you. Price might have one hand at your throat, but the other explores, running up and down the sides of your body. Seeking. Searching. Touching.

Those thick, calloused fingers of his press between your legs and you readily open for him. Enough for Price to slide the rest of his hand between your thighs. He finds your clit, then your entrance, and there is no hiding just how needful you are.

“Fuck, love. Fuck.” Price adjusts his legs, spreading them slightly to anchor himself on the wet floor. One finger presses and slips inside easily. “I will fuck you,” he groans, emphasizing his words with a light thrust of his finger inside you.

He licks his lips. Exhales. “But there’s a punishment to be dealt.”

The chase. The mud. Time to pay up.

“Give me your hand.”

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MadaTobi Kinktober Prompts 2024

Since I haven't seen anyone do this, I figured I might as well do it myself. (And if someone has already done it, I would very much appreciate the link!) The list is put together with the help of the lovely people on Discord (you know who you are!), and was created in a frenzy today, so if I have missed some double listings, please let me know.

Other than that, I have created a collection on AO3 (MadaTobi_Kinktober_Prompts_2024) where you can add your fic or art made from this prompt list if you want. It is currently unrevealed, but will be revealed on October 1st and I'll close it on December 1st, so that if you can't finish your work on the day, you can still add it to the collection later if you want.

The only rules I have for the collection is that fic needs to be at least 50 words (meaning drabbles are fine.), art needs to be checked that it loads properly from wherever you host it, and the main focus needs to be Madara and Tobirama. That means you can use as many of the prompts as you want, and write as many fics or draw as much art as you like for each day. Pick and choose which prompts you like, and what you have spoons for, and have fun!

List below the break! (Be aware that this is a kink list, so there might be things on it that you do not like, but I have chosen to be inclusive and not judge.)

MadaTobi Kinktober Prompts 2024

1. Tickling – Breath control play – Spit-roasting – Conditioning

2. Bondage – Massage – Loss of virginity – Objectification

3. Public but secret – Age difference – Prostate milking – Rimming

4. Necrophilia – Edging – Dirty talk – Cruising/dogging

5. Monsterfucking – Maid – Riding – Mutual masturbation

6. Sadism/masochism – Glove kink – Shower sex – ABO heat/rut

7. Lingerie – Temperature play – Facefucking – Agility kink

8. Heliophilia/selenophilia (sun/moon fetish) – Cockwarming – Service sub – Cumdump

9. Foot Fetish – Roleplay – Double/triple penetration – Over-the-knee spanking

10. Somnophilia/wet dream – Topping from the bottom – Forced orgasm – Oil

11. Size-difference – Sensory deprivation – Chakra kink/chakra play – Wall sex

12. Crossdressing – Biting – “Shh or they will hear you!” - Latex/Leather/Lace

13. Uniform – Kage Bunshin – Creampie – Discipline

14. Oviposition – Hand job – Feminization/sissification – Power imbalance

15. Master/slave – Mirror – Daddy – Sounding

16. Corsets – Breeding – Voice kink – Object penetration

17. Free use – Oral – Claiming/branding – Photography/recording

18. Pet play – Whips – Belly bulge/cum inflation – Figging

19. Shibari – Femdom – Body worship – Sugar daddy

20. Misuse of jutsu – Overstimulation – Hate sex – Wax play

21. Biker gear – Rape fantasy – Intercrural – Knife play

22. Glory hole – Praise kink – Fisting – Deep throating

23. Exhibitionism – Kama Sutra – Public sex – Gags

24. Trichophilia (hair fetish) – Body Modification – Furry – Doggy style

25. Clone gang bang – Collars – Desk sex - Gym kink/locker room cruising

26. Dacryphilia (aroused by tears) – Knotting – Chastity device – NTR/Cheating

27. BDSM club – Sex training – Degradation/humiliation – Erotic literature

28. Voyeurism – Tantra – Blood play – Hunting/capture

29. Consensual non-consent – Lactation Kink – Drugs/sex pollen – Incest

30. Paddling – Trampling – Begging – Cuckolding

31. Costume – Edo Tensei – Size kink – Safe, Sane, and Consensual

[eldritcmor]

You knew it was coming

taskforce 141 and the midwestern gen-z reader(platonic)(of course) inspired by @meatonfork for the grim au. @thesharktanksdriver for the shark au I am a sucker for young and genz reader being an absolute menace

The team didn't properly meet you till a few days after the storm incident. Apparently walking into a communal space looking like you just fought the sky and grinning like a maniac leaves an impression.

Gaz was the first to approach you. Wondering why you looked like a drowned rat met a tazer.

You looked at the man for a moment as you munched on a granola bar. "Oooh! you mean the storm." "Yeah. Why were you out there by the way?" "Not much to do where I'm from so storm watchin' is a very fun pass time." "That was storm watching! you looked like you were in the middle of the storm!" "Relax, it was a baby storm. Hardly any damage."

Gaz tended to stick around you after that. Come to realize you're not much of a thrill seeker but your sense of what's a good past time and what is borderline dangerous are a whole lotta skewed.

you were on leave somewhere in south Cymru. News said there was going to be a storm rolling in off the sea. You went to find Gaz immediately.

His first experience storm watching was a chaotic event. Rolling waves and sheer winds. There really wasn't rain so much as a relentless force of water pushing down on you two. You were both drowned rats that day. Price was disappointed but Gaz couldn't fight his adrenaline fueled grin.

After that, you became fast friends and you started to show through on your brand of humor. Genz and midwestern humor creates a very dark sense of humor.

"Hey storm! Come see what we dug up in storage!" "If it's my hope and dreams, please rebury them. I abandoned those long ago."

Your not really good with communication on things but man, do you spam the man with memes and videos daily. Or just little pictures of cool shit you found while wandering around.

Soap leaned over Gaz's shoulder. "What's got you laughing so hard?" Gaz tilts his phone around. It's a short video. of someone zooming in a rock with long boop sound effect. There's a a stick bug on the rock. Just rockin'. Your voice comes through in a bare whisper "Get stick bugged, motherfucker."

Ghost didn't approach you so much as he caught you.

It was a dare. Sneak up on the legendary ghost and surprise attack him from behind. Nothing dangerous of course. Just a quick yank back and arm around the collar.

You got fucking thrown. It was amazing.

It was no longer a dare. It was now a past time. He once asked why you were doing this?

"Why?" The man stared you down as you stared up at him from the floor. "Why what?" *Why do you keep attacking me?" "Cause it's fun? and you haven't told me stop?" "Getting thrown usually puts a stop to it."

After that it became a game of hunt between you two. Of course there were rules or at least guidelines to it. no barracks, no showers, not during missions.

He found out about the knife collection first. One of his combat knives was missing and one the recruits pointed him in your direction.

He was a little surprised when you just whipped out the bag and opened it. His knife was right there on top along with about 30-50 other knives in the bag. The knife had been freshly sharpened and any mechanism for opening it cleaned and oiled.

when asked, you said an unattended knife still deserves some up keep

He just starts handing you knives when he comes back. sometimes it's cause he's too tired to do the maintenance himself. other times cause you looked like you need a distraction.

Probably the only one to really pick up on your cues. Not that the others are bad at it per say just they tend to catch it a little late. And due to the game of hunt you two keep playing with surprise attacking each other well cant blame him. A lot of your cues are non-verbal

Soap met you when you got caught swiping from price's stash of booze. By him who was setting up a prank that would involve Price's stash of booze.

No sir I don't know why all your booze tastes like apple juice.

You're like 5'3" to his 6'2". so he just kind of leans on you when ever he gets a chance.

At first you're uncomfortable with it but eventually it becomes a sort of reassurance.

He notices but doesn't comment when you start seeking more physical contact.

You have a weird little greeting if it's an off day or you're just feeling heavily nonverbal. You just thunk your head on his arm or back and rest for a second before moving on

You get so pissed one time and out just spills a whole entire tumble of curses. At first in Spanish, a few Ukrainian phrases, a whole litany of German and finally several very specific Gaelic and Scots phrases.

He asks about it later.

"Hey what was that earlier when you were mad?" "Oh! just things I picked up along the way."

He starts speaking Gaelic more often just to see what you pick up. Sometimes you ask what the words mean and slowly repeat them. other times you just go parrot mode and repeat back to him.

Language lessons over the coms are a thing.

He's the first person and nearly the only person you will hug routinely. he was the first one to show you that seeking physical contact to ground yourself was okay, after all.

Price knows your past. Especially that shit that you have been involved in when dealing with the more well strange side of humanity. It's why he asked for you in the first place.

Him and ghost probably notice the fact that you are incredibly calm in situations that would send most absolutely running off.

"Hey kid, you good?" Price rests a hand on your shoulder. The room was caked in gore and and dead bodies. "I'm good, captain." Your voice is monotone and light. He pulls you back a little anyway. "Go scout a little. I'll call this one in."

He asks about it at some point. You give him the no bullshit answer, cause well he's your captain. You've had your Fight or Flight response triggered so much that it's never fully turned down, so now it's just easier to compartmentalize through it and break later.

Was the first to witness such a break and immediate panic cause Oh no! crying recruit.

Eventually he figured out that hugs help.

you seek him out for ✨dad✨ hugs now, just when your feeling off or on the edge of a break. it usually sends you right into a break.

You fell asleep on his shoulder during transport to mission once. woke up to his hat jammed on your head and his gear propping you up.

You will look this man in the face and spout the most cursed fact known to you at the particular minute just to see if he knows it too.

If he doesn't well at least he learned something.

Is usually the one to catch you in the early mornings. just a simple nod in greeting as he sips his coffee.

you always try to steal his coffee. you never succeed

The only who knows that you have a pretty good sized weighted dino plush in your room. He got it for you after a breakdown and you decorating every report you turned in with a dino sticker.

Feel free to brainstorm btw, this is just storm being well storm.

[child0feden]

BURN

not important x reader

♡ nsfw headcanons for some kinks i think not important would have!

୨୧ god… i really do just write this shit for myself lolol! i often refer to him as nathan but he is not named in this work so you can call him whatever you like <3

♡ view my video game masterlist here

reading music recommendations: morbid fascination of death by carpathian forest - dragged away by takumi sekiguchi sloan

* 18 + content, please do not reader if you’re a minor *

choking | breath play

♡ he knows he’s so much bigger than you and could very easily snap your neck if he really wanted to… but you trust him enough not to and he absolutely loves having that power, he’ll often wrap his entire arm around your throat whilst roughly fucking into you from behind

୨୧ hearing you quietly choke and gasp for air makes his cock twitch like nothing else, feeling your cunt tighten around him like a vice as your body begins to resist and watching you clench your fists… you’ve definitely passed out a couple times with him, he just gets too into it, but you don’t mind <3 he always apologises for “ going overboard ” with a semi awkward kiss to your head

branding | knifeplay

♡ he brands you with his trusty hunting knife! cutting up your thighs or lower stomach, carving his name into you or degrading words such as “ pig ” or “ whore ” he doesn’t jack off whilst doing it, he just breathes heavily and admires the streams of blood coming from you

୨୧ he’ll often have you tied up when cutting you too, watching as your writhe and throw your head back, moans of pleasure mixing with whimpers of pain… yet you don’t tell him stop or use your safe word, that always makes him smirk and dig his knife deeper, drawing even more blood that will no doubt drip down stain his sheets if it hasn’t already

consensual non-consent | begging

♡ yeah… he fucking loves this! you two will often go out into the woods late at night, surrounded by nothing but forest for miles, no chance in hell anyone would catch you and call the cops ( not that he’d care anyways, he’d most likely threaten them with a gun or actually shoot them ) he’ll let you run off in front of him in a skimpy outfit then come after you when a couple minutes have passed

୨୧ when he finds you, you’ll put on a show of “ please don’t ” and all that usual shit before he tells you to “ shut the fuck up ” and shoves you to the ground, pulling down his black cargo pants and forcing his rock hard cock down your throat before beginning to roughly fuck your face as you cry around him, mascara running down your face and your own juices dripping down your legs

♡ he’ll always pull out of your mouth and cum all over your face, watching as his cum drips down your face alongside your tears as you cough… it takes less than a minute for him to get on top of you from behind, shoving your face into the leaves and dirt below you as you writhe and continue to beg for him to not touch you! he’s so so so rough with this, he’s ripping your underwear, plunging his cock into you raw and thrusting at an animalistic pace as he groans in your ear, harshly gripping your hair and pushing your face deeper into the ground as you kick your legs, screaming for someone, anyone to help you

୨୧ hearing you beg for your decency and for him to just let you go, it turns him on so bad! he doesn’t last long in these sessions at all due to how much he loves them…

♡ but as soon as he’s blown his load inside of you, the act drops and you’re giggling, leaning your head back to press a sloppy kiss on his lips and he whispers against your lips “ fucking whore… ” before letting out a deep chuckle

gunplay

♡ i mean, how could he not have a thing for gunplay? come on! he absolutely loves pressing the barrel of his pistol against your head whilst you suck him off, never telling you if it’s actually loaded and keeping his finger on the trigger

୨୧ he definitely makes you suck off his gun too, roughly pulling your head off of his cock and pushing it down onto his pistol as your eyes widen… he adores the look of shock that comes over your face when you realise just what’s happening, often smirking down at you with an almost crazed look in his eyes

[ghostmoon1]

Whats this? A scar map? WOAH?

Decided to try and make up some lore for her scars! This is not all of them, and lore may be updated! All Lore is under the cut!

More lore coming soon :3

Her burn scar that runs down the side of her body. This one is from her and her teams attempt to escape an enemy Russian base after she got held hostage and tortured. While escaping with her team, they find the building was a trap for them and it blew up, giving her this massive burn. She was held in hospital for two months to recover from this and the other injuries she sustained, but much longer to recover mentally.

The scar running across her face and over her nose. This scar comes from one of her earlier missions from before she became a captain. She had got into a knife fight with an enemy who had slashed her across the face. This is part of the reason she got her former callsign 'Tiger', as it represents a tigers stripe.

While she was being held hostage and being tortured, one of the torture methods was branding their hostages. So, they burned her prisoner number into her leg, prisoner '1558'.

During her torture, this scar was from being stabbed in the leg with a axe. This wound was close to killing her as it was awfully close to her major artery. They left this wound unattended and bleeding out, letting it rot and only providing enough antibiotics so it wouldn't kill her as another method of torture as they were tyring to get information from her.

During her time of being tortured, this scar was from a gunshot wound. It was fired at close range- at least a meter or two away.

General wound from her missions, this one was being hit over the back with a large hunting knife.

Another general wound from missions, she was too close to a grenade and when it had blew up, debris flew and got wedged into her arm.

Wound from her torture from a knife. They had given her multiple cuts in different areas to torture her and letting them bleed until she was close to death.

Another wound from her time of being held hostage. When they were dragging her to another holding cell, and she was only half conscious, they had dragged her through a whole bunch of rubble. Some of this was sharp metal sheeting, which sliced the back of her leg open.

For the one's I missed on here, she has multiple scars on her fingers as another method of her torture, as they had broken her fingers until they could push the bone through the flesh.

She also has a rip in her ear at the top!! I don't have lore to this one yet :3

She would have others, but these are her major scars that are most visible. Also due to the fact her lore is not complete as of this post.

[wazzappp]

I have this. Extremely specific scenario. I like to pull off the daydream bookshelf quite a bit.

After Robbie kills Ivanov, everybody there still like. KNOWS WHERE HE LIVES. So I'm thinking some new motherfucker rises up and is like 'alright were gonna hit him where it hurts. protect future business ventures n' stuff' and sends someone to take Gabe as leverage. Lisa and Robbie have actually managed to TALK about things and once theyr'e on friendly terms again she is once again babysitting Gabe.

Anyway this mob guy shows up and attempts this kidnapping. Lisa manages to get the upperhand with a kitchen knife somehow and just. GOES HAM. LIKE. 'GETS ON TOP OF HIM AND STABS HIM TILL HES NOT MOVING ANYMORE AND THEN JUST A LITTLE EXTRA FOR GOOD MEASURE' GOES HAM. Naturally calls Robbie afterward because WHAT. This guy is clearly MOB AFFILIATED she has NO IDEA what will happen if she calls the police SO PLEASE JUST FUCKING GET HERE AND MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

It's a complete and total clusterfuck all around. For EVERYONE.

Lisa is IN THE MIDDLE OF A CRISIS OK. SHES EARNED A LITTLE FREAK OUT. SHE JUST FUCKING KILLED SOMEONE. Jesus christ why didn't she stop after he was down why did she keep fucking going god what does that say ABOUT HER. Does she feel the right amount of bad about this? She doesent really REGRET it she just wanted to keep Gabe and herself safe. But did she really need to go that far why did she take it that far and SHE WAS READY TO DO IT AGAIN IF SOMEONE ELSE BAD WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR is something wrong with her? please dont let there be something really wrong with her shes tried so hard to be good shes tried SO hard please please she is. spiraling. bad.

Gabe is having... a fucking time of it. This is the second time in two months that someone has been killed right fucking in front of him. At least the first one he was only semi conscious for but still. @moosemonstrous helped develop two GLORIOUSLY, BEAUTIFULLY angsty directions this could go. 1. 'WOW the world is dangerous I'm so lucky that I have people who can protect me. Those guys must have really deserved it.' (bonus points if him and Lisa are still not on the best of terms but this like. endears her to him. jesus christ I love your brain moose thats so cutely fucked up). OR 2. he can go the self blaming route of 'This is the second guy to die. And he died because people were protecting me. Is this?? My fault?? Is there something wrong with me? if people keep getting hurt because of me maybe it would be better if I just wasn't around.' (<- ROBBIE GET YOUR BROTHER NOW.)

And Robbie. Jesus christ. His brain is being pulled in SO MANY DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS BY THIS. Eli is elated, naturally, 'OHHHOHOHOHO ROBBIEEEEE I KNEW YOU HAD TO HAVE GOOD TASTE IN SOMETHING OTHER THAN CARS! See!!? I TOLD you killing is a perfectly natural part of being a person! Look at all those stab wounds she CLEARLY had a good time!' Robbies part of the brain is going 'HOLY FUCK' and IMMEDIATELY jumps to problem solving. He needs to get rid of the body first and formost at least that shouldnt be too hard oh god getting rid of bodies is something hes GOOD at what the fuck. HOW MANY?? OF IVANOVS MOB?? KNOWS WHERE HE LIVES??? Oh fuck does he have to go kill them ALL ?? (<- que Eli doing backflips out of absolute joy at that possibility) Also, brother. You cant tell me. that demons don't have weird social structures and expressions of affection. And Robbie is like. HALF DEMON. AT LEAST. So this shit for him is at least a little bit like when a cat brings you a dead animal (SHE IS SHOWING!! THE LITTLE ONE!! HOW TO HUNT!! SHE KILLED FOR HIM!! FOR US!!). IT IS. CONFUSING. FUCKING CONFUSING AS ALL HELL FOR HIM!!

Idk man this is just the particular brand of clusterfuck that is like my own personal brand of heroin to quote one sparkly boy.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror Villains and: What They Would Put in the Hat

(The 7 Minutes in Heaven hat)

This was pretty much inspired by This post by @your-mxnd-is-mxne ! ^^

Warnings: Cursing and gore (As in limbs being put in the hat)

Animal the Cannibal: A potato peeler. BE CAREFUL.

Baby Firefly: A cute scrunchie. Put it in your hair!! She thinks you'll look so cute ^^ If you don't have hair/its too short, you can put it in hers! ^^ (So basically you win everything)

Billy Loomis: A folded up poster for the local cinema's horror night. They're playing Psycho, The Birds and then Psycho 2 Back-To-Back.

Bo Sinclair: Little plyers. he never leaves home without them, so you better give them back! Play nice and he may use them on you *cough*

Bubba Sawyer: A pig femur... its not clean...

Candyman: A little leather bound journal with his poetry in it. If he likes you, maybe he'll read you some!!

Captain Spaulding: A pamphlet for his shop! He'd just fucken love to show you around.

Carrie White: A pencil. She wasn't sure and she didn't have a whole lot on her! she hopes that's okay ^^

Chop Top Sawyer: His sunnies! Not his wig, that's special. But you got his glasses! He even wants to see you put them on.

Chucky Lee Ray: He put his whole damn shoe in there. I mean, he's a doll. Why not? // If he's in his human form, though, maybe... a... condom...

BONUS for @your-mxnd-is-mxne because its their idea in the first place ^^ Daddy Hall- *cough* I mean Doc Halloran!: Bullet casing. Its, oddly enough, the only thing that was in his pockets?? 😅 After all he is only here to hunt Leslie- see if you can distract him, though.

Dr Suave: A pack of tooth floss from his pocket. He's a dentist, what do you expect from him?

Drayton Sawyer: The keys to the chilly van (Its all he had on him). He's gonna want them back.

Freddy Krueger: A scrap oh his sweater and it turns to dirty brown dust as soon as you see what it is.

Granny Boone: Buckman's initialed handkerchief.

Harper Alexander: A twig that's been widdled a whole bunch. It may snap in your hand- don't you worry, he don't mind ^^

Inkubus: Ripped piece of paper with a backwards K scribbled into it. You get ink stains on your fingers.

Jack Dante: An action figure! Probably He-Man or something. You can play with it for now but you're gonna give it back when he goes home.

Jason Voorhees: A chunk of moss. Its squishy and fresh.

Jedidiah Sawyer: A tie! He's a well dressed man and always brings an extra XD

Jennifer Check: Cherry Coke Chapstick! You know she's that super cool person who had all the branded soda flavours. And she may even apply some to you~

Jerry Dandridge: His scarf. And its cold- why don't you wear it for a while?~ He's very charming. And this is the man you're gonna get stuck in a closet alone with for nearly 10 minutes! Goodluck-

Leslie Vernon: His mask. He's gotta spread the word!! Make sure people know who he is! This felt like a marketing opportunity.

Lester Sinclair: That grizzly lookin' knife of his. Listen to him chat about it and he'll love you forever.

Luda Mae Hewitt: Wooden spoon. Her logic? If she goes in there with someone iffy she can beat them with it.

Max Grief: Cassette tape out of his car. He wasnt sure what to really put in, so, *shrug*

Mayor Buckman: Boone's initialed handkerchief (Yeahhhh, they're cute like that XD).

Mental Manny: Straw twisted and bent into the shape of some satanic symbol. You feel uncomfortable holding it. But oh, he wants you to have it now~~ A gift.

Michael Myers: Someone's ear.

Mickey Altieri: A snack. Like a cookie from a vending machine or a pack of 2 minute noodles. You can have it, no worries.

Midnight Man: The page with the names on it. ... wanna play a game?

Miss Quinn: Her hand mirror. Come on now, sweetheart!!~ We'll make you look pretty.

Monty Hewitt: A screwdriver. You got anything he can fix up rela quick? He doesn't mind, if it means he can get away from Hoyt for a bit.

Otis B. Driftwood: You don't wanna know. I'm not telling you. Put it down.

Pamela Voorhees: Her drivers licence. She was looking in her wallet and thought it was logical- plus she sure as hell wasn't putting in her polaroid of Jason.

Patrick Bateman: His card, of course. Its so damn crisp- you get a paper cut.

Pennywise: A horn! Honk honk!

Rocco the Clown: Some poor bastard's kneecap. Yes. A kneecap. And I still won't tell you what Otis put in the hat.

Roman Bridger: A very fancy pen. The kind thats like 50 dollars for one. It's for signing contracts but he likes to show off that he has it.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: 'His' sheriff's badge! He wants you to comment on it, too- call him Sheriff Hoyt- stroke his ego. That's all he wants.

Stu Macher: A lollipop! You can have it, he's already sucking one. You two can have matching blue tongues!

Stuart Lloyd: Someone forced him to chuck in the USB that his little movie is on- he's terribly anxious about it and hope that you'll just give it right back and don't play it. Its not done...

DBD! The Clown: A little travel bottle with a suspicious liquid inside. He suggests that you drink it... I suggest you do not. Unless, you know, you're into it-

DBD! The Deathslinger: A wrench. He's a handy man and never leaves the house without his handy wrench!

The Djinn: ... the jewel...

DBD! The Huntress: A bunny ear from a bunny doll. She can do it herself but if you sew it back onto her dolly then you have a friend for life.

The Man (Hush): A switchblade. He's gonna want it back but (; you can keep it while you're in the closet with him if it makes you feel safer.

Taxidermist: Some kind taxidermists tool. Maybe a fleshing cone or a necker knife.

Thomas Hewitt: A pretty rock. 🪨

Vincent Sinclair: A notepad so he can talk to you if you don't know sign language ^^

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: A crushed can of coke. He doesn't carry shit around with him and he sure as fuck is not handing over his knife.

[caitlynmeow]

Since you did Bela, can you do the the two remaining sisters for your prompt ?

Give me a character and I will answer:

Why I like them:

Daniela is the baby of the family and it shows because she's such a brat who doesn't listen to anything or anyone she has no problems arguing with Bela right in front of their mother because she knows that Alcina is not going to say anything about it. She's also different from her sisters and I think this is really what gives her that distinctive personality and you can't just not love that, you know? Like, the girls are vicious hunters and Daniela especially has little impulse control (slashing that maid's face with a knife just because) but she's actually more tame and the weakest hunter out of the three. She has her own hobbies, she'd much rather be reading or looking after her flowers (she takes that very seriously) than go out and hunt. It made her weaker, which is why Alcina locked her up in the library to protect her because while she dotes on her youngest, she knows when things are about to get serious and that's when mama gets all protective. Cassandra- I love how fucking dramatic she is???? Waving that handkerchief is what did it for me I just knew this one is different and I was right. She's a brat, but unlike Daniela she doesn't keep to herself. Bela is appalled by the mess Cassandra caused in the cellars because this is just her brand. Chasing Ethan around going all "rawr" and literally just messing with him? Pure gold. I also live how her dramatic ass makes her flies scream when her mother is nearby just so that Alcina can make an entrance. You can easily tell she's a handful and the fact that their mother chose her to team up with tells you a lot. Alcina literally just lets her play and have fun, but she gets all serious and scolds her when it's needed. Idk but honestly Cassandra is the one who's closest to Alcina and she lives for the drama.

Why I don’t:

Doesn't apply. They're adorable cinnamon rolls who did nothing wrong their whole lives.

Favorite episode (scene if movie):

I loved Daniela arguing with Bela the most because yes this is obviously the baby and she's not afraid to run her mouth.

My favorite is how excited Cassandra gets when her mother is around like girlie is just beaming and literally just bouncing in excitement???? So precious.

Favorite season/movie:

Long live Castle Dimitrescu.

Favorite line:

Daniela: "Ugh! Ow, so mean!" Cassandra: "Look forward to what mother has in store for you."

Favorite outfit:

I think Daniela would rock any crop top. Cassandra in any type of skinny jeans is just too hot for us mortals to handle.

Head Canon

Daniela:

1- She loves her sisters!! She argues with them a lot, and she always feels like they don't take her seriously but she cannot imagine living without them. 2- Despite her personality, she actually doesn't like anything related to horror and gets scared easily. 3- She has an innocent mindset. She doesn't always assume the worst about people, often taking their word at face value which can end her in bad situations because she does fall for these things (its also because she's eager to help) 4- She admires her mother greatly, hoping that one day she can grow up and be just as pretty. 5- She loves pranks and practical jokes! She pulls them on anybody, doesn't matter if its a family member or a staff member. Bored Daniela is going to have her fun one way or another.

Cassandra:

1- She loves souvenirs! Like whether in game or any AU, she's the one who just loves to have a reminder. In the game she literally says that, and she often keeps hair and nails of her victims because hey why not, you know? I think she'd be the same in modern AU like any place they visit Cass is the one raiding these souvenir shops buying heaps of things she doesn't really need. 2- Cassandra is sensitive! And ironically, she's the one who is more guarded (esp with her feelings) so it's not easy to tell. But those who really know her know exactly her fragile her emotions are. 3- She is possessive. What's hers is hers and girlie doesn't like to share anything. 4- She gives off left-handed energy so I will confidently say that she's left handed. 5- She is a big introvert!! She prefers keeping to herself and recharging her social battery at home as opposed to being out all the time. Despite her wild chaotic energy, Cassandra needs her quiet time to find her balance again.

Unpopular opinion:

Daniela actually has more self preservation instincts than her sisters. She's the only sister who runs into hiding when the window is open because she knows she can't fight like that. So she does the right thing (unlike her sisters who just charge in not caring that they're freezing to death) So I really think she's the more sensible one who actually thinks before acting. Cassandra: She-- How do I say this, she enjoys being part of a family? With her especially, she's never alone. Alcina is literally with her, and she talks about calling Bela and she even call out to her sisters. I think this goes back to her being more sensitive which means she's more emotional than the others and really holds her family dear. She's always talking about them and being with them. She literally was never alone during the castle section like Alcina knows which daughter constantly needs her presence and we can all see that. It's just that Cassandra is actually a huge family person but she's good at hiding so only her mom and sisters know about it.

A wish:

;w; can we pls get a dlc with their lives in the castle before Ethan happened.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen:

Nope, been there done that. They still live in my heart though. Canon? I don't know her.

5 words to best describe them:

Daniela: funny - smart - resourceful - spoiled - quick to anger Cassandra: drama queen - sentimental - hunter - sassy - mama's girl

My nickname for them:

Daniela: Dani- baby Cassandra: Cass - Cassie

[hunting-songs]

NSFW Headcanons ! Thorough Kink Survey to define your muse’s kinks/turn-ons. ( Graphic wording below ) -

Legend: Crossed out: Not a turn on. Left alone: No opinion. Italics: Curious about/open to the idea. Bold: A turn on. Bold Italics: A favorite turn on.

Accents. Ageplay. Anal play. Auto-asphyxiation. Auto-cannibalism. Average body-type. Ball-gags. Bareback. BDSM. Beards. Begging (your partner). Begging (you). Being a bottom. Being a Dominatrix. Being a Dungeon Master. Being a switch. Being a top. Being bitten (you). Being called Daddy/Mommy (you). Being called Little Girl/Little Boy (you). Being called Master (you). Being called Pet (you). Being called Sir/Ma'am (you). Being caned by your partner. Being chained up (you). Being choked by your partner. Being collared by your partner. Being in public. Being loud (your partner). Being loud (you). Being punished by your partner. Being quiet (your partner). Being quiet (you). Being restrained (your partner). Being restrained (you). Being scratched (you). Being teased by your partner. Being tied up (your partner). Being tied up (you). Being touched/fondled under a table (you). Being whipped (by your partner). Bestiality. Biastophilia. Big butts. Bikinis. Biting your partner. Blood choking. Blood-play. Blue eyes. Bondage. Bondage & Discipline (B/D). Body modification. Bones sticking out. Boots. Braces. Branding. Breath-play. Brown eyes. Butt-plugs. Calling your partner Daddy/Mommy. Calling your partner Little Girl/Little boy. Calling your partner Master. Calling your partner Pet. Calling your partner Sir/Ma'am. Car sex. Canes. Caning your partner. Cat ears/tail. Chaining up your partner. Chasing your “prey.” Choking on your partner’s cock. Choking your partner. Chubby body-type. Cock & Ball Torture (CBT). Collars/Choker necklaces. Collaring your partner. Consensual non-con. Consent. Corsetry/Tight-lacing. Cream pies. Crossdressing (your partner). Crossdressing (you). Crying (your partner). Crying (you). Cuddling. Cumshots. Dark themes. Defecation. Dirty talk. Discipline. Disrespecting Soft Limits. Docking. Dominance & Submission (D/S). Dominating/being a Dom(me). Double penetration. Dub-con. Edgeplay. Enemas. Exhibitionism. Eye contact. Face-fucking your partner. Feet. Female/Female sex. Feminization. Figging. Filming your sexual activities. Fingering your partner. Fingers. Fisting your partner. Flogging your partner. Flame-play. Forcing your partner to dress. Forcing your partner to strip. Forced sex. Foreign languages. Foursomes. Frottage. Gagging. Getting bruises. Getting chased/hunted. Getting cummed on. Getting face-fucked. Getting fingered. Getting fisted. Getting flogged. Getting forced to dress. Getting hair pulled. Getting humiliated by your partner. Getting marked by your partner. Getting praised by your partner. Getting spanked. Getting slapped. Getting tickled. Getting your beard pulled. Giving (light)bruises. Glasses. Golden Showers. Gray eyes. Green eyes.

Grinding with clothes on. Gun-play. Hair (long). Hair (no hair). Hair (short). Hands. Having a safe word. Having no safe words. Hazel eyes. Heels. Herculean body. Hipbones. Horns. Humiliating your partner. Ice-play. Impact-play.Intelligence. Kisses on the breasts. Kisses on the jaw. Kisses on the lips. Kisses on the neck. Kisses on the chest. Kisses on the groin. Kisses on the inner thighs. Knife-play. Knotting. Lap dances (giving). Lap dances (receiving). Large breasts. Large hands. Large feet. Leather. Leaving clothes on. Licking. Lingerie. Long fingers. Male/Female sex. Male/Male sex. Make up. Marking your partner. Masculinity. Masochism/being masochistic. Master/Slave dynamic. Masturbating alone. Masturbating with someone watching. Medical-play. Mummification. Muscular body-type. Naughty maid outfits. Naughty nurse outfits. Necrophilia. Needle-play. Nipple piercings. Nipple play. Non-con. Non-human species (merfolk, centaurs, etc.). No lube/dry fucking. Obese/Overweight body-type. Object insertion. One-night stands. Oral sex (giving). Oral sex (receiving). Orgasm denial. Orgies/Moresomes. Oviposition. Partner choking on your cock. Partner forcing sex on you. Partner tasting your fluids/cum. Pegging. Phone sex (with a total stranger). Pet-play. Phone sex (with someone you know). Piercings. Playing with breasts (your partner). Playing with breasts (you). Play Parties. Pony-play. Power Exchange. Praising your partner. Prolonged waiting. Pubic hair. Pulling your partner’s beard. Pulling your partner’s hair. Punishing your partner. Receiving hickies (your partner). Receiving hickies (you). Respecting Hard Limits. Rimming. Role-play. Rough sex. Sadism/being a sadist. Sadomasochism (S/M). Scars. Scarification. Scratching your partner. Sensation play. Sensory deprivation. Slim/thin body-type. Small breasts. Small butts. Small/petite feet. Sex at a public park. Sex at work. Sex denial. Sex dungeons. Sex in a library. Sex in a public bathroom. Sex in a restaurant. Sex in the woods/a forest. Sex on the beach. Sex toys. Sex with twins. Sexy costumes. Shaved cock. Shaved cunt. Shibari. Shower sex. 69. Slapping your partner. Spanking your partner. Squirting (your partner). Squirting (you). Stilettos. Stripping/giving a show (your partner). Stripping/giving a show (you). Stubble. Submitting/being a Sub. Suspension.

Swinging.Sizekink. Taking someone’s virginity. Tasting your partner’s fluids/cum. Tattoos. Teasing your partner. Tentacle-rape. Tentacles. Threesomes. Tickling your partner. Tongue piercings. Touching/fondling your partner under a table. 24/7 Total Power Exchange. Tying up your partner. Uncut cock. Unshaven cock. Unshaven cunt. Urine. Using a condom. Using a paddle. Using food during foreplay/sex. Using handcuffs. Using large sex toys. Using mechanized sex toys. Using small sex toys. Vanilla. Watching/voyeurism. Watching but not being allowed to touch. Watching without the other(s) knowing/permission. Water sports. Wax-play. Wearing a collar/leash (your partner). Wearing a collar/leash (you). Wearing heels during sex (your partner). Wearing heels during sex (you). Wearing leather during sex (your partner). Wearing leather during sex (you). Wearing panties (your partner). Wearing panties (you). Wearing PVC (your partner). Wearing PVC (you). Whipping your partner. Whips.

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Mastering the Art of Butcher Kitchen Knives and Euroflex Chain Mesh Gloves

When it comes to precision, safety, and durability in the kitchen, especially for butchers, having the right tools is essential. Butcher kitchen knives and Euroflex chain mesh gloves are two indispensable items that can make all the difference in the world. Whether you're a professional butcher or a passionate home cook, investing in high-quality tools like these will ensure not only the best results but also protection during the process.

Why Butcher Kitchen Knives Are a Must-Have

A butcher’s knife is far more than just a cutting tool—it’s an extension of the chef’s hand. When choosing butcher kitchen knives, it’s crucial to pick a knife designed for heavy-duty tasks such as breaking down large cuts of meat. These knives are typically larger, sharper, and designed for power rather than precision cutting. The right butcher knife should offer the perfect balance between weight and sharpness, ensuring that every slice and chop is effortless.

The quality of the blade is vital. A high-quality butcher knife will maintain its sharpness over time, allowing you to tackle tough cuts without needing frequent sharpening. Additionally, ergonomics play a crucial role. A comfortable handle that provides a firm grip ensures that your hand does not slip, even in the most challenging conditions.

One such brand that has earned a reputation for excellence in kitchen knives is Kentmaster. Known for their superior craftsmanship and durable materials, Kentmaster’s butcher kitchen knives are designed to withstand years of daily use while maintaining sharp edges and providing exceptional performance.

The Importance of Euroflex Chain Mesh Gloves

While having the best knives is essential, equally important is ensuring safety during food preparation. Butchers and chefs often work with sharp knives and high-pressure environments, making accidents more likely. That’s where Euroflex chain mesh gloves come into play. These gloves are specifically designed to protect the hands from cuts and abrasions while handling meat and other potentially dangerous items.

Euroflex chain mesh gloves are constructed using interwoven steel rings, offering maximum protection while maintaining flexibility and comfort. This makes them the perfect addition to any butcher’s toolkit. Not only do these gloves protect against cuts, but they also enhance grip, which is especially important when handling large or slippery cuts of meat.

Beyond professional use, Euroflex gloves are also a great choice for anyone working with sharp tools in a kitchen or even during outdoor activities like hunting or field dressing. With their durable design, these gloves can help prevent serious injuries, ensuring that you can continue working with confidence.

How to Maintain Your Butcher Kitchen Knives and Euroflex Gloves

Proper care and maintenance of your butcher kitchen knives and Euroflex chain mesh gloves are essential to ensuring their longevity and performance. For your butcher knives, it’s important to clean them after each use to prevent any residue from sticking to the blade. A simple wash with warm, soapy water and a towel dry is all that’s needed. However, always avoid putting knives in the dishwasher, as it can cause damage to both the blade and the handle.

In terms of storage, it’s best to use a knife block or a magnetic strip to keep your knives securely in place, preventing the blades from dulling or becoming damaged. Regular honing and occasional sharpening will keep your butcher kitchen knives in top condition, ensuring they perform at their best.

For Euroflex chain mesh gloves, cleaning is equally important. After each use, it’s essential to remove any meat particles and wash the gloves to prevent contamination. These gloves can be hand-washed or machine-washed, but always follow the manufacturer’s instructions to preserve the integrity of the chain links. Over time, check for any signs of wear or damage, and replace the gloves if necessary to ensure your safety.

Why Kentmaster Knives and Euroflex Gloves Are Worth the Investment

When it comes to tools in the kitchen, investing in quality items like Kentmaster butcher kitchen knives and Euroflex chain mesh gloves is a wise decision. These products not only make your work more efficient but also provide the safety and durability needed for demanding tasks. Whether you're cutting meat or preparing a large feast, these tools are built to last, and they ensure a smooth and safe cooking experience.

In conclusion, proper equipment is the cornerstone of both efficiency and safety in the kitchen. Kentmaster’s butcher kitchen knives and Euroflex chain mesh gloves offer unmatched performance and protection for professionals and enthusiasts alike. The next time you step into the kitchen, make sure you're equipped with the best tools to get the job done with precision and care.

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The Best Bowie Knives of 2024: Top Picks for Every Adventure

When it comes to outdoor adventures, survival situations, or even adding to your collection, a Bowie knife stands as a timeless icon of versatility and durability. In 2024, the competition among manufacturers is fierce, with brands pushing the envelope to deliver exceptional craftsmanship and performance. Below, we dive into the top-rated Bowie knives of 2024, featuring trusted names like Knives Gear Garage, KBS Knives Store, and Texanknives.us.

Why Bowie Knives Are a Must-Have

Bowie knives are known for their unique blade design, robust build, and versatile applications. Whether you're cutting through tough materials or preparing for hunting expeditions, a good Bowie knife combines form and function to meet your needs. The market in 2024 offers unparalleled designs tailored to enthusiasts and professionals alike.

Top Rated Bowie Knives of 2024

1. Knives Gear Garage : Where Craftsmanship Meets Elegance

Key Features:

Premium hand-forged steel blades

Exotic handle materials like stabilized wood or bone

Precision balance for enhanced control

Why It Stands Out: Knives Gear Garage has earned its reputation by blending old-world craftsmanship with modern functionality. Their 2024 collection emphasizes durability without sacrificing aesthetics, making these Bowie knives perfect for collectors and outdoor enthusiasts alike.

Best Pick from Knives Gear Garage :

The Timberwolf Bowie: Featuring a 10-inch Damascus blade, this Damascus Bowie knife is a masterpiece of sharpness and style, ideal for outdoor tasks and impressive display.

2. KBS Knives Store: Affordable Excellence

Key Features:

Budget-friendly without compromising quality

440C stainless steel blades for lasting sharpness

Ergonomic designs for extended use

Why It Stands Out: KBS Knives Store is a go-to brand for those who want reliable performance without breaking the bank. Their Bowie knives in 2024 focus on durability, making them excellent choices for bushcraft, hunting, and survival situations.

Best Pick from KBS Knives Store:

The Crocodile Dundee Bowie Knife : With a rugged 11-inch blade and a grippy Stacked Leather handle, this Crocodile Dundee knife is designed to tackle harsh environments while remaining lightweight and portable.

3. Texanknives.us: Tradition and Innovation Combined

Key Features:

Strong emphasis on traditional Bowie designs

Heat-treated blades for exceptional strength

Customization options for handle and blade finishes

Why It Stands Out: Texan Knives specializes in delivering authentic Bowie knives that respect the blade's historic roots while incorporating modern advancements. Their attention to detail ensures that every knife feels like a personal extension of its user.

Best Pick from Texanknives.us:

Stone Texture Viking Bowie Knife: This Viking Bowie Knife have 11-inch blade is a tribute to Viking heritage, boasting impeccable craftsmanship and a razor-sharp edge for heavy-duty use.

How to Choose the Best Bowie Knife for Your Needs

When selecting a Bowie knife, consider the following:

Blade Material: High-carbon steel for edge retention or stainless steel for corrosion resistance.

Size: Opt for longer blades (10–12 inches) for heavy-duty tasks or smaller ones for portability.

Handle Design: Look for ergonomic grips to ensure comfort during prolonged use.

Purpose: Choose based on your primary use—hunting, survival, or display.

Conclusion

The top-rated Bowie knives of 2024 showcase a perfect blend of traditional craftsmanship and cutting-edge technology. Brands like Knives Gear Garage, KBS Knives Store, and Texanknives.us have raised the bar with their innovative designs and unmatched quality. Whether you’re an adventurer, a hunter, or a collector, these knives are sure to impress with their performance and style.

Ready to upgrade your gear? Choose one of these stellar Bowie knives today and experience the difference firsthand!

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Hunting Equipment Australia: Top Gear for the Serious Hunter | Gun Traders

Hunting in Australia offers some of the most thrilling and challenging experiences, with diverse terrains ranging from dense forests to open plains. To excel in these environments, every hunter knows the importance of using the right gear. Whether you're a seasoned hunter or just getting started, having high-quality, reliable Hunting Equipment can make all the difference. At Gun Traders, we provide everything you need to enjoy the best hunting adventures in Australia.

Essential Hunting Equipment for Australian Conditions

Firearms & Ammunition Your hunting success starts with selecting the right firearm. At Gun Traders, we offer a wide range of rifles, shotguns, and handguns suitable for various hunting applications, from big game hunting to small vermin control. Make sure to pair your firearm with the right ammunition for maximum accuracy and efficiency.

Optics & Scopes When hunting in Australia, long-range visibility is crucial. A high-quality scope can provide the edge you need when targeting distant game. Our range includes top-tier optics that are durable and weather-resistant, ensuring precision in every shot.

Clothing & Footwear Australia's hunting environments can be extreme. You need gear that will keep you comfortable, camouflaged, and protected from the elements. We stock hunting apparel suited for different weather conditions, including waterproof jackets, breathable hunting boots, and lightweight camo gear.

Hunting Knives & Tools A reliable hunting knife is an essential tool for any hunting expedition. Whether you’re field dressing game or needing a sharp tool for general outdoor tasks, we offer a variety of hunting knives designed for durability and sharpness.

Game Calls & Decoys Enhance your hunting strategy with professional-grade game calls and decoys. From waterfowl to deer, our selection helps attract game, making your hunting efforts more efficient and rewarding.

Backpacks & Storage Carrying your gear safely and securely is vital. We provide specialized hunting backpacks that are lightweight yet robust, with plenty of compartments to organize your essentials and game.

GPS & Navigation Australia's vast wilderness can be disorienting. Reliable GPS systems and navigation tools are must-haves to ensure your safety and guide you to hunting hotspots. Our range includes the latest GPS technology tailored for hunting excursions.

Why Choose Gun Traders for Hunting Equipment?

At Gun Traders, we understand that every hunter's needs are different. That’s why we curate a broad selection of top-tier hunting gear, offering the best in quality, durability, and value. With years of experience in the industry, we can help you choose the equipment that’s perfect for your specific hunting goals and the Australian conditions you'll face.

Expert Advice: Our team of professionals is always available to provide advice on the best gear for your next hunting trip.

Top Brands: We only stock trusted brands known for performance and reliability.

Competitive Pricing: We believe in offering great value, with competitive prices on all hunting equipment.

Online and In-Store Availability: Shop conveniently online or visit our store for a hands-on experience.

Legal Considerations for Hunting in Australia

Before heading out, it’s important to ensure you’re compliant with all hunting regulations in Australia. Make sure you have the necessary licenses, and always check regional restrictions regarding firearm use and game hunting seasons. At Gun Traders, we stay up-to-date with the latest hunting laws and can offer guidance to ensure you stay on the right side of the law.

Conclusion

Choosing the right hunting equipment is key to a successful and enjoyable experience in the Australian wilderness. At Gun Traders, we are committed to providing the highest quality gear that every hunter needs, ensuring that your adventures are safe, efficient, and memorable. Explore our wide selection of Hunting Equipment in Australia today and gear up for your next big hunt!

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Choosing the Right Skinning Knife Set: A Guide for Australian Outdoorsmen

For hunters, fishers, and outdoor enthusiasts in Australia, a high-quality skinning knife set is an essential tool for preparing game and fish with precision and ease. Whether you're an avid hunter or just enjoy processing your own catch, understanding the features of a skinning knife set and knowing where to find top options in Australia can make a significant difference in your outdoor adventures.

What is a Skinning Knife Set?

A skinning knife set typically includes a variety of specialized knives designed for different aspects of skinning and processing game or fish. These sets often feature a combination of skinning knives, gutting knives, and sometimes even boning or filleting knives, each with its unique design to tackle specific tasks efficiently. A well-rounded skinning knife set ensures that you have the right tool for every step of the processing process, from removing hides to trimming meat.

Features of a Good Skinning Knife Set

Blade Quality: The blades in a skinning knife set should be made from high-carbon or stainless steel for durability and sharpness. High-carbon steel offers excellent edge retention and sharpness, while stainless steel provides corrosion resistance, which is crucial for outdoor use.

Handle Design: Ergonomically designed handles enhance comfort and control, reducing hand fatigue during extended use. Look for handles made from materials such as rubber, wood, or synthetic composites that offer a secure grip, even when wet.

Variety of Knives: A comprehensive skinning knife set includes different types of knives to handle various tasks. Typical knives in a set might include a skinning knife with a curved blade for removing hides, a gutting knife for opening the body cavity, and a boning knife for precision work.

Sharpness and Maintenance: Sharp blades are crucial for efficient skinning and processing. Ensure the knives come with a sharpening tool or use a high-quality sharpener to maintain their performance over time.

Finding Skinning Knives in Australia

In Australia, you can find a range of high-quality skinning knives and sets from specialized outdoor and hunting stores, as well as online retailers. Popular brands known for their craftsmanship in skinning knives include Victorinox, Buck Knives, and Rite Edge. Local stores and Australian websites like Bunnings, Anaconda, and Cabela’s Australia offer a variety of options tailored to the needs of Australian outdoor enthusiasts.

Conclusion

A well-chosen skinning knife set is a valuable investment for anyone involved in game or fish processing. By selecting knives with high-quality blades, ergonomic handles, and a variety of useful tools, you can ensure efficient and precise skinning every time. For Australian users, numerous reputable brands and retailers offer top-notch skinning knives that cater to local needs, ensuring you can find the perfect set for your outdoor adventures.

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A Local’s Guide to Shopping and Dining in Minneapolis

Minneapolis, known for its vibrant arts scene, stunning parks, and welcoming community, is also a city rich with unique shopping experiences and diverse dining options. From bustling downtown streets to charming neighborhood nooks, here’s a local’s guide to discovering the best places to shop and eat in Minneapolis.

Downtown Minneapolis: The Heart of Shopping and Dining

Shopping: Downtown Minneapolis is the city’s commercial hub, offering a mix of high-end retailers, local boutiques, and iconic department stores. Nicollet Mall, a pedestrian-friendly thoroughfare, is lined with a variety of shops where you can find everything from luxury fashion to unique home decor. Be sure to check out the IDS Center's Crystal Court, a stunning indoor space that blends modern architecture with a curated selection of shops and cafes.

Dining: The downtown area is home to some of Minneapolis’ most acclaimed restaurants. Whether you're in the mood for an elegant dinner or a quick bite, you'll find plenty of options. For a true taste of Minneapolis, head to Murray's, a historic steakhouse known for its famous Silver Butter Knife Steak. If you’re seeking something trendy, Spoon and Stable offers a menu that blends French technique with local ingredients, all set in a beautifully restored industrial space.

North Loop: Trendy and Eclectic

Shopping: The North Loop, one of Minneapolis' most vibrant neighborhoods, has transformed from an industrial area into a hotspot for shopping and dining. Here, you’ll find an array of trendy boutiques and vintage shops. Stores like MartinPatrick3 offer a mix of menswear, accessories, and home goods with a distinctly urban flair. The Foundry Home Goods is another must-visit, offering a carefully curated selection of minimalist home decor and furnishings.

Dining: The North Loop is a foodie’s paradise, with a diverse range of restaurants that reflect the neighborhood’s eclectic vibe. The Bachelor Farmer, known for its Nordic-inspired cuisine, is a local favorite, offering a menu that emphasizes seasonal and locally sourced ingredients. For something more casual, head to Black Sheep Pizza, where you can enjoy coal-fired pizzas with inventive toppings in a relaxed, rustic setting.

Uptown: Bohemian Vibes and Global Flavors

Shopping: Uptown Minneapolis is a lively area known for its bohemian atmosphere and independent shops. Calhoun Square and its surrounding streets are home to a variety of boutiques that cater to the city’s artistic and eclectic residents. Stores like Patina, a beloved local chain, offer a mix of quirky gifts, stylish accessories, and unique home goods. If you’re in the market for vintage finds, Hunt & Gather is a treasure trove of retro clothing, antique furniture, and quirky collectibles.

Dining: Uptown’s dining scene is as diverse as its shopping, with options ranging from casual cafes to upscale eateries. Barbette is a beloved neighborhood bistro that offers French-inspired dishes in a cozy, art-filled space. For something more exotic, Chino Latino serves up bold, flavorful dishes inspired by the street foods of Latin America and Asia, all in a vibrant, energetic setting.

Lyn-Lake: Artsy and Offbeat

Shopping: Lyn-Lake, the intersection of Lyndale Avenue and Lake Street, is known for its artistic flair and offbeat shops. This neighborhood is a great place to discover local artisans and unique boutiques. Visit Proper, a stylish men’s clothing store offering a range of contemporary brands, or swing by Tatters, one of the city’s oldest vintage shops, where you can find everything from classic denim to rare concert tees.

Dining: Lyn-Lake is a culinary destination for those who enjoy diverse, creative cuisine. World Street Kitchen is a popular spot, offering globally inspired street food in a casual, lively environment. Their Bangkok Burrito and Yum Yum Rice Bowls are must-tries. For dessert, stop by Milkjam Creamery next door, where you can indulge in artisanal ice cream with inventive flavors like “Cereal Killers” and “Ridiculous.”

Northeast Minneapolis: Historic and Artisan

Shopping: Northeast Minneapolis, often referred to as “Nordeast,” is a neighborhood that blends old-world charm with a thriving arts scene. The area is dotted with artist studios, galleries, and unique shops. I Like You is a standout, featuring handmade goods from local artists, including jewelry, prints, and quirky gifts. For those interested in fine arts, Northrup King Building houses a vast array of artist studios and galleries, making it the perfect spot to discover original art and meet local creators.

Dining: Northeast is also a food lover’s haven, offering a mix of traditional and modern dining options. For a taste of old-world Minneapolis, head to Kramarczuk’s, a legendary Eastern European deli that has been serving up sausages, pierogies, and other comfort foods for over 60 years. For a more contemporary experience, Young Joni is a must-visit, known for its wood-fired pizzas and eclectic small plates in a cozy, inviting space.

Whether you’re in search of a perfect gift, a new wardrobe addition, or a memorable meal, Minneapolis has something to offer. Each neighborhood brings its own flavor to the city’s vibrant shopping and dining scenes, making it a place where both locals and visitors can discover new favorites and hidden gems around every corner.

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Slice & Dice: Where to Buy Knives

Looking to buy knives? Discover our premium selection of kitchen, hunting, and tactical knives, designed for precision and durability. Our collection features top brands and various styles to suit your needs, whether you're a professional chef, outdoor enthusiast, or collector. Enjoy sharp performance and craftsmanship in every blade. Shop now and find the perfect knife to enhance your culinary or outdoor experience. Satisfaction guaranteed with every purchase.

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Discover the top hunting knife brands of 2024. Explore the best knives known for their durability, sharpness, and performance in the field.