#knives.

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Any utensil plushies out there? Like spoons, forks, bowls, etc? :0

[squirting-sub]

We also saw an old army knife at their place with a ball shaped compass on it's handle. He said it's actually very old and blunt, which makes it perfect for some scenes. He demonstrated by pushing her face down on the floor, getting on top of her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up, then placing the knife on her throat. All of this happening right in front of the mirror in the bedroom. Then, he said the round compass on the handle makes it perfect for inserting it in her mouth (while doing so) or other orfices.

The next day I was looking online for a knife like that because my knife kink got insanely triggered by that. A couple days later, the already very dull old knife arrived at my dom's place. Had to do a little fixing on the handle but I'm happy to report I've since been fucked with the handle of the knife as well as riding it after shd managed to push the knife into a sofa pillow (yes, like in that novel just with a pillow instead of the mattress).

[caprisun89bakerstreet]

(Female) Characters i aspire to be like:

- Ilsa Faust

- Inej Ghafa

- Angelica Teach

- Natasha Romanoff

- Ahsoka Tano

[darthbloodorange]

SHIELD's Man of Mystery

For the: ✦ @ julybreakbingoevent - Hitman AU [A2] 6x6 Card

Word Count: N/a - Moodboard Title: SHIELD's Man of Mystery Rating: Mature Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Clint Barton/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, Clint Barton Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, Weapons, Guns, Knives, Organized Crime Major Tags: Canon Divergence AU, Mob AU, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Lovers, Steve Rogers and the 21st Century, Steve Rogers Is Not Okay (But he is doing what needs to be done), Mob Boss Steve Rogers, Fugitive Steve Rogers, SHIELD Agent Clint Barton, Steve Rogers Is No Longer Captain America, Clint Barton Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Long-Haired Steve Rogers, Pre-Hydra in SHIELD Reveal ~ Summery: A new threat appears on SHIELD's (and HYDRA's) radar. A criminal (Very likely enhanced) who has been taking key figures around the world out without leaving a trace. HYDRA is getting shaken. Agent Barton is set on the case; if he could take in the Black Widow, he could handle the leader of this new mob.

Clint takes on the challenge, expecting to be done with it soon. He gets the crime lord's fingerprint. Then he receives a video of the man carving a new pattern onto his fingerprints, then pressing the print onto a card sent with the video... a match to the print Clint found.

Clint begins to realize that SHIELD might not fully understand just who they are facing. And as he chases the guy, he begins to realize that maybe there is more to this story, this man and SHIELD that meets the eye.

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[pigeonsplayground]

you pull out your dagger and point it directly in the vampire’s heart. you expect her to snarl, but instead she just laughs.

you could put that thing all the way inside me and it still wouldn’t kill me

but if you want to play, we can play

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[wolfwoocl]

@millionsnife from (x)

Ohh, he’s got a name aboard the ship already. Bakery man. Not the best, not the worst. The box of donuts remains in his hands and he’s still under the microscope. 

“Wh–” 

Did that man just compliment his…? Wolfwood looks down at the open front of his shirt, puzzling over one, the fact that Vash found it necessary to mention a random baker’s pecs to his brother, and two, that this was somehow part of the basis for Knives’s…approval, for lack of a better word. 

And he still has this damn, greasy box in his hands. Knives has shown exactly zero intent on taking it from him, much to his dismay. Putting forth great effort in ignoring the sense of impending doom awaiting him farther down the corridor, Wolfwood puts one foot forward. Then another. Following. 

“Sure.” He doesn’t know what else to say. Knives doesn’t seem like much of a conversationalist, and Nicholas still hasn’t determined whether he’ll still be in one piece by the time he steps off this ship.

As they walk past the endless stretch of immaculate, moulded glassfiber walls, he scans the various blinking lights in the overheads, the secured doors further down the passageway, the low-frequency thrumming of machinery and something or other he doesn’t have a name for. A few passing crewmen dressing in coats and plain white uniforms (scientists?) give him a few odd looks, but with Knives standing next to him no one slows their stride to examine him further. He’s never been in a SEEDs ship before. 

Wolfwood’s jaw falls open in surprise. “That was you. Er, yeah. I got ‘em.” He pauses, then adds, “Thanks.” 

Probably better not to mention that filling in the hole in his door, sanding it down, and repainting it had been a royal pain in the ass. Nevermind what the hell he was supposed to do with a weird-looking knife. No handles, no practical way to hold the damn thing, and it was sharp.

“So…you’re a big knife appreciator, huh?” 

Stellar ice-breaker.