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Хей!✌🏻

Да уж, забросила я свой блог, надо исправлять)

Пришлось на некоторое время забросить любимое дело, из-за некоторых обстоятельств.

Поэтому возвращаюсь с работой по курсу от KAINO «The Witcher».

Да, пришлось вновь сесть за курс, чтобы вспомнить куда и чего надо жмакать))

Такие дела~

[mypoisonedvine]

I want everyone to appreciate the cuteness of Daniel Brühl as Niki Lauda in Rush

Thank you

APPRECIATE HIM DAMN IT

[stuckylibrary]

Hey, it seems that the ABO story "Less like a Horror story, more like a living hell" is no more on AO3. I found they story thanks to a post of yours but when I click on the link AO3 tell me that the story doesn't exist. Maybe someone has something like a copy of the story?

The Wayback Machine has a few chapters but not the whole story, I’m afraid.

https://web.archive.org/web/20141016045016/http://archiveofourown.org:80/works/2038992/chapters/4427238

If anyone does have a copy they could share, please respond to this post. Thank you! <3

[ladyreapermc]

Heyy Sorry if I disturb you but for slutty Sunday can you do "you are such a good girl" with John Wick?

You never disturb my dear! let’s do this! *cracks knuckles*

Set in the Brooklyn Baby ‘verse

Warnings: shibari; implied use of toys.

“You are such a good girl...” his voice was low and gravely and it sent shivers down your spine.

You wanted to turn your head and glimpse behind yourself to see the intricate work of knots as he continued to wove the soft, silky rope around your body, the black standing out against your reddening skin.

John tugged a little tighter, the rope rubbing against the underside of your breasts, sending tingles down your body and you let out a shaky exhale. You never thought this could be so hot and arousing, but here John was, showing you new depths of pleasure.

Finally, his hands left you and you were lying on your side, the bounds holding your arms against your body, pushing your breasts up and leaving marks on your thighs, which were slick with your arousal.

You heard the click of the camera and looked over to see John standing close to you, cellphone in hand.

“So you can see how pretty you look,” he smirked, kissing your forehead.

“Are you gonna fuck me now, sir?” you were almost whining now and John’s smile widened.

“Not yet, Bee,” he said, exchanging the phone for the vibrator lying on the bedside table, the soft buzzing making you tense with anticipation. “Not just yet.”

[littlefreya]

Tag Squad pt 10

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Summary: Revenge is a dish best-served cold

Pairing: AU! Pirate August Walker x OFC (no mentions of body type or ethnicity)

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+. No smut, but sexual themes are mentioned, as well as dark themes - he is a pirate. Possible historical inaccuracy. This is not the real Blackbeard. Mentions of kidnapping.

A/N: Not beta’d. Many thanks to @agniavateira @luna-aestas and @wolvesandhoundshowltogether for the support, and thanks to @geralts-yenn because this story started as a 15-minute challenge, and I ended up writing a whole shot. There might be a part 2, and this might turn into a series. We will see after my anxiety runs its course :D

Thanks for reading, and please reblog and comment if you enjoyed :)

Neptune's Snare

The soggy wooden platform creaked beneath her feet as she climbed onto the main deck. Step by step, a husky wail sounded from the planks - a sorrowful hymn to the lost maidens of the sea - those who would never return, those devoured by the sinful desires of monstrous captain; August ‘Blackbeard’ Walker. 

Whatever madness drove women to go there willingly was beyond comprehension. No more than a tomb, the ship alone looked like a carnivorous maw; black iron spikes stood firmly at the bow, and the sheer size of it was enough to strike fear at the heart of even the bravest sailor.

Yet, there she was, draped in a black velvet cloak and an ivory corset dress, willingly marching toward grave danger. 

Dozens of ragged men welcomed her onboard, filthy scoundrels, all drenched in an exotic mixture of sweat and alcohol. Hungry, their eyes gnawed at her tender flesh, but none would dare touch her. If August’s crew knew one thing, it’s that some fates are much, much more worse than death. 

It didn’t stop them from taunting. Suckling their lips, they followed the girl on her march toward the captain’s cabin. Cheer and chortle in their voice as they imagined the obscenities their captain was about to perform on this naive girl. 

“Pity, he never let us look…” whined one of the pirates while the other bood.

“Aye, you mad to come ‘er tonight. The cap’n hasn’t had his fill in weeks, lass. He would sure pillage each of you’ holes tonight.”

“He gonna paint her full of his sea foam!”

The entire ship roared with their laughter. The girl, however, kept a blank face and, without spending any minute longer, opened the door to the captain's cabin.                                                                                                                                                

Bright, golden luminance blinded Lizette’s sight as she entered the cabin. The walls were plated by ornaments made of gold, reflecting the sparkle of the hundred candles that burnt at the decorated candelabras and crystal chandelier. Fine works of art hung from each wall, and on a vast lacquered table stood a plethora of delicacies that made Lizette’s belly gurgle. 

She stared at the table momentarily, almost fooled by the obvious seduction. In complete opposite to the murky exterior of the ship, the captain’s chamber was a room fit for kings, sputtering style, elegance and riches. Perhaps this was how he lured them. The poor naive girls truly believed he would give them a better life. But Blackbeard was no king, nor was he a gentleman. He was the deadliest man the world has ever known - a serpent, nightshade - all he could give a woman was death. 

“Take off your cowl.”  

A deep voice called from behind, dark and mysterious as the ocean. It struck like an icy shard through her spine, making her shoulders jerk and stiffen. It was odd to know someone by hundred of myths and stories spun around them and have men mimic their voice in an attempt to portray them but never know what they truly sounded like. 

As it turned out, August sounds like a man one doesn’t refuse. 

Obedient, Lizette pulled the cowl from her head - slow as she would unwrap a much-anticipated present. Her gaze kept to the floor still, continuing to play the coy virgin the Captain wanted her to be, though if she had to be honest - she was terrified of whatever hideous monster she would soon have to face. 

There must have been a reason why the women who came here never left. Lizette was willing to bet every dime in her pocket that August was the most gruesome, repulsive creature, and the only way for him to keep people from knowing was by murdering each woman he bedded!    

“Shy, aren’t we?” Blackbeard murmured with a dry chuckle and began to circle her, observing his bounty from side to side.

“I quite enjoy shy,” he chuckled once more, his voice almost a groan. 

She forced herself not to flinch too much. She could sense his glare upon her, stripping her garment by garment, weighing what he earned tonight and considering all the ways in which he would pillage her body. It made her feel like she was one of the delicacies that rested on his table rather than a person. 

After gyrating around her and inspecting each crease of her body, August finally returned to his starting spot behind her and, in a low, delighted groan, demanded, “Turn around.” 

Doing as he commanded, she turned to him, still keeping her glance plastered to the floor, her breathing now shallow as the air in the room grew magically stuffy. She could spot his blurry silhouette from the corner of her eye; a tall and fit man, rather broad. It seemed that he was doing a loose white cotton shirt and dark trousers, and from his waistband - a gleam of silver winked back. 

“Are you a mute?” 

Another chill shot through her as he spoke. Absentminded, she swallowed. “No…”  embarrassingly, her voice cracked; she took a deep breath and reprimanded, “No, sir. Just nervous.”

“Captain,” he corrected. 

Lizette nodded but did not repeat him. She couldn’t. Words died on her tongue as the Captain made a bold step toward her, drawing dangerously near. He paused for a shy second, fingers laced together, contemplating, before he reached a fist beneath her chin and, in a ceremonious tenderness, lifted her chin.  

The air drained from her completely. Her lips parted in a mixture of fear and astonishment. 

It couldn’t be.

Perhaps she had the wrong man?

Grey, ocean-eyes peered at her through a face that women and men would damn themselves for. No! Even angels would. His jaw was sharp and profound, statuesque like cut marble - dashed with dark stubble and a thick raven-black moustache. His lips, though chafed from the salty sea breeze, were plumped and shaped to be kissed, and while some of his curls were streaked with silver, he still had a healthy mane of hair on his head. 

‘He could have been a decent man,’ she thought, ‘and yet he chose this?!’

There was an obscure attractive melancholy to his looks - almost tragic. 

August took another moment to study her face, a frown slowly forming on his ridged brow. “You look familiar…”

“I work the docks,” she answered almost immediately.

His stare deepened, eyes dropping to her cleavage momentarily before returning to pierce back into the back of her skull, “Skin too soft. Too shy to be a prostitute.” 

His fingers wrapped around her chin, caging it between his thumb and his index in a tight grip, making it hurt. He tilted his head, daring her to come up with another lie.  

“The tavern,” Lizette answered, firm and steadfast. She did not flinch from his touch, even though every instinct begged her to.

“And you came to me. Why?”

“What girl wouldn’t give everything for a night with the notorious Captain Blackbeard? The living legend… the king of pirates.” She softened her eyes as much as possible and offered a shy pout to reconcile him. 

August chewed on the inside of his cheek; storm clouds gathered on his pale eyes as he contemplated. They both knew she was flattering him to gain his trust and save her pretty little neck. It wasn’t a situation he hadn’t encountered in the past. They both also knew that he was stronger, bigger and armed and could snap said pretty little neck in less than a split second. 

“Are you a virgin?” He proceeded. 

She nodded, her throat clenching. 

August lingered on her response and, after what felt like an eternity, offered a small grin and pinched her chin sweetly as if to praise her before moving a step closer. Lizette smiled back nervously. She could sense his rum-drenched breath on her face. The scent was so pungent it made her moan invulnerably. 

Or perhaps it was the anxiety that was eating into her heart. 

“Ever sucked a cock, pet?” 

His question was answered by a small click that echoed through the quarter and the press of hard, cold metal against the bare parts of his chest. 

Not stepping back, he slowly, almost theatrically, spread his arms into a gesture of defeat while peering at the girl. No rage nor fear painted his face, and as he spoke, there was neither surprise in his voice. 

“Heh. So you ARE a whore.”

Lizette held the pistol determined, not saying a word.

“What is it that I do, pet?” 

Offering a sly grin, the pirate pressed against the barrel; the oceans in his glare darkened. As Lizette stared back, she could have sworn the many shades of blue in his sights shifted and swayed like angry waves. Quickly brushing the thought away, she cocked the gun in a warning, her little thumb grazing the trigger.

But to August, it was clear that the girl had never killed anyone before, and the longer she stalled, the more shaky her hand became. Taunting, he moved further into the barrel, which forced her to take a step back. 

“Do not move closer!” She finally spoke. 

August brushed her warning away, moving forward instead. He had been so nimble in his movement, fluid, like a sea creature himself. Only now she realised that his hands were no longer in the air. 

“Was it your dear mother?” He suggested. “Father? Sister?” He paused and offered a vicious smirk, “Ah… I see, A lover. Well, to that, I surely deserve to die. Go ahead, pet, pull the trigger.” 

His slender, heavily ringed fingers reached to envelop the barrel, holding the pistol steady for the girl. Every breath he took pressed the metal harder against his sternum. Lizette could sense his heartbeat pulsating through the barrel wrist, the thrum of his blood nearly mingling with her own. No longer steady, her digit quivered around the trigger and in her throat, she felt the strenuous hold of anger, guilt and hatred. 

“You have taken everything from me!” She simply answered. 

Soon her sight became blurry, and wetness gathered beneath her eyes.  

‘Do it, do it now.’ 

Another click sounded in the room. Louder than the cocking of a gun. 

Lizette’s eyes flared in shock, and before she could pull the trigger, August had carefully veered the gun from his chest and, in a tenderness that was accustomed to lovers, snatched it from her hand. His other hand laid still on her neck, fastening the iron collar he granted her.

“Good girl,” he teased and then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the forehead of the girl who was too struck by her own misfortune and stupidity to react. 

With the pistol safely placed in his waistband, the pirate stepped back, face alighted, eyes sparkling with starlight cascade, like a child who had just earned a new toy.  He clasped his hands together, ecstatic; thick silver rings chiming as they collided.

 “I haven’t taken everything from you, pet. but I am going to…”

With one last slanted grin, the pirate turned on his heels and marched toward the door, not bothering to bid farewell as he left and locked the door behind him.

Panicked, Lizette reached her hands to the iron collar, desperately trying to pry it off her neck despite knowing there was no logic in pulling at the heavy metal. 

“Please!” Tears trickled down her cheeks and chin, “no! No! No! Please!”

Through the open window, she could hear the captain's voice barking orders, commanding his men to lift anchor and set sail. 

[eevee-of-rivia]

This is the first edit I post here on Tumblr, hope you like it :3

Like or reblog if you use it, please❤️

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I Belong To You, One Shot

Thanks for the prompt hope you like it. Made Loki a bit more possessive than I had mean to! eevee-of-rivia submitted: A smutty one shot of Loki being jealous because you're spending more time with Bucky, your best friend, instead of staying with him? He gets jealous and one night he closes you inside his room with him and smut happens. If you want can you please include some pet names as "kitten/pet" or "little one"

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‘Loki? Are you ok?’ You called as you peeped your head into his room.

You’d noticed lately he was acting a bit, off. He was a little quieter yet snippier than usual. Even with you, his girlfriend. So when he didn’t turn up for games night on Saturday, like he usually did to thrash everyone else, you were worried and went looking for him.

‘What do you want?’ Came his abrupt reply.

‘What’s gotten into you lately, love?’ You step into his room and shut the door.

He was sitting on his bed, in the dark. So you turned the light on and saw he was clearly in a huffy mood. He could be incredibly whiny when he wanted to, throwing his toys out of the pram.

‘I’m surprised you noticed me.’ He snarled low.

‘What on earth are you on about?’ You frowned and walked closer to him, folding your arms over your chest.

Loki swung his legs off the bed and he stood, taking two large steps so he was towering over you. ‘You’ve been ignoring me, in favour of you friend. It’s like you don’t even care about me now he’s back.’

Suddenly you clicked on to what he meant.

‘Loki…’ You ran a hand down your face. ‘Bucky has been my best friend for years, I’ve not seen him in months. And he’s only here for a week. I know I’ve been spending a lot of time with him, but that’s just because we don’t have much time. But I love you, you’re my partner.’ You said as softly as you could, as you knew Loki had abandonment issues and you didn’t mean to make him feel like that.

‘Don’t lie to me, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. The slight touches. You’d rather stay up late with him than come to bed with me.’ He snapped.

Suddenly you got more pissed off than anything and you snapped back at him.

‘For fuck sake, Loki. I love YOU. There is NOTHING between Bucky and I apart from he’s my best friend. If you’re jealous that I am spending time with my friend, that’s your issue and not mine. Now I’m going to games night, it’s up to you if you want to join us or not but don’t come whining to me about being left out. This is your choice, not mine.’

You turned on your heels and headed for the door, but when you tried opening it you found the door was locked.

‘Loki!’ You snarled angrily as you turned back to face him. But he was suddenly right on front of you, pouncing on you.

He backed you into the door, a firm hand came up to wrap around your throat as he pinned you in place. His other hand slipped around your waist and he dipped his head down so you could feel his warm breath against your lips.

‘Don’t ever turn your back on me, kitten. Do I need to remind you that you belong to me?’ He growled before pressing a firm kiss to your lips, making you gasp into his mouth as his tongue slowly moved against yours.

You tried pushing at his chest, but it was a pathetically weak attempt because you didn’t really want to push him away.

Loki’s hand around your throat slipped down the front of your body, squeezing at your breasts through your top.

‘Loki…’ You tried to sound firm, but it came out as a whimper.

He started tugging at your clothes, and you just let him as you began unbuttoning his shirt in return. Soon you were both naked, and kissing each other hungrily as he guided you over to his bed. You tried to get the upper hand, but he just chuckled at your attempts as he got you underneath him on the bed.

‘Nice try, my kitten. But don’t forget who’s in charge.’ He purred, sucking and licking down your neck, making you moan.

His hands slid down your body, caressing you firmly but gently. One of his large hands sneaked between your thighs, cupping you at first, you could feel the heat radiating from his hand. You tried bucking upwards to get some kind of friction.

‘Tell me who you belong to.’ He growled, nipping your shoulder as he started slowly stroking your cunt, paying particular attention to your clit.

‘Loki…’ You whined and tried to move, but he wouldn’t let you as he kept nipping along your shoulder and up your neck.

‘Tell me.’ He growled again, biting down particularly hard as he firmly circled your clit.

‘You… Loki… I belong to you.’ You cried out.

He chuckled against your skin as he stopped stroking you, making you whine in frustration too.

‘That’s it, my good little kitten. Never forget it.’ He nuzzled his nose against yours as he positioned himself between your legs, his hard cock trailed up your inner thigh, smearing his pre cum on your skin.

He hooked your legs up around his hips as he lined up with you, then slowly sank his cock into you, stilling when he was balls deep, to let you adjust a minute. He pressed his forehead against yours, panting at how tight and wet you were around him.

‘Mine.’ He hummed and kissed your forehead.

Then suddenly he pulled back and swiftly thrust back into you, making you gasp loudly. He captured your gasps and moans by kissing you again, his tongue distracting you while he picked up a mind-numbing rhythm.

You put your arms around him and dragged your nails down his back, digging in hard. That only spurred him on more, driving his cock into you roughly.

Your mind had shut down and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold off for, he filled you so well and knew how to play your body expertly. When he slipped a hand down between you and started stroking your clit again, you were a goner.

Your scream was so loud, you both thought the whole base would hear as you came all over Loki’s cock, sobbing into his neck as the pleasure was almost too much.

‘Oh fuck.’ Loki cried out too as feeling your body clenching around his cock was too much, he came inside of you, marking you on the inside as well.

He was panting hard as he collapsed down on top of you, but the weight of him on top of you felt comforting.

‘I love you, Loki. You’re my number one, I hope you know that. And I belong to you, always. Like you belong to me.’ You whispered, stroking his back.

Loki kissed the side of your neck softly, and rolled slightly to the side, taking you with him. But his cock remained within you even as you both moved slightly. His strong arms tightened around you, keeping you close to him.

‘I know, kitten. And I love you.’ He whispered, kissing the top of your head.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Pairing: John Wick x fem. Reader

Warnings: Nighclubs, smut (public sex in a car)

It was his Christmas present to you. That was the only reason he wasn’t complaining. Okay, maybe it was the very little black sparkly dress you had chosen for tonight too.

John Wick was your husband. And while his perfect night included a good dinner, a movie and you, preferably naked underneath him, you sometimes wanted something different. So for Christmas he got you tickets for one of the most exclusive parties in New York City.

And you had spent hours getting ready, wearing that cute little black lace teddy you had bought earlier this month as a surprise or when you’d get home.

You didn’t know that he would see it on the backseat of his car before you even made it home yet.

So after hours you walked down the stairs, looking like a million bucks while John waited for you, standing on the porch dressed in all black while he smoked a cigarette. He turned his head over his shoulder to look at you, his eyes growing wide before he turned around completely. You felt your cheeks growing warm as you did a little spin for him and he shook his head with a hiss.

“You sure we have to go out?” he hummed, walking over to you to pull you into his arms.

“Absolutely. And if you’re a really really good boy I might blow you in a restroom,” you grinned and he chuckled before he kissed you.

“I’ll be on my best behaviour,” he winked, kissing you again.

Three hours later you had dragged John on the Dance Floor. His hands were on your hips as you moved your body against his. His lips brushed over your ear, before he kissed your neck and you closed your eyes, one of your hands playing with his hair, keeping his face close to yours.

You were a little buzzed after your third cocktail, wanting nothing more than to find a dark corner so John could have his way with you.

You felt his hand wander down to your ass and you grabbed his hair, pulling lightly until he was looking at you before you kissed him. His tongue parted your lips and you moaned into his mouth. He squeezed your ass and you gently bit into his lower lip as he parted from you.

“Are you ready to get out of here?” he asked against your ear and you nodded.

You now understood why he had parked in the darkest corner of the parking lot as he pushed you into the backseat with every thrust of his hips against yours. The windows were fogged, and you were sure everyone walking by knew what was happening inside, but you didn’t care.

“John…” you whimpered just before his lips found yours and he rolled his hips against yours. He chuckled against your lips as he bumped his head against the seat.

“This car isn’t made for sex on a backseat…” he whispered and you giggled.

“Sit down. I’m gonna ride you,” you grinned.

“Such a smart wife I have,” he hummed and kissed you.

You made a show of riding him, moving slow on top of him.

“Unzip me…” you whispered and you felt his hand run up your spine to search for the zipper, pulling it down slowly. Once the zipper was down you pulled your dress over your head and heard John curse.

“So fucking pretty,” he moaned, pulling at the straps covering your nipple and sucking one between his teeth.

“Only for you…” you moaned and he softly bit your breast.

“Cum for me,” he mumbled, his hips meeting yours as he thrust up and you came with his name on your lips. He followed you only shortly after, spilling himself deep inside of you.

An hour later, dressed in only John’s black dress shirt he carried you inside, thinking that maybe a night out once in a while wasn’t the worst thing.

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new taglist!

hi all! I’m updating my taglist since it’s been a while. I’ll be updating quite a bit in the month of December, lemme know if you wanna be added to the new one! the purpose of a taglist is for you to receive a notification each time I post a new fic.

Interact with this post in any way you please (like/comment/reblog) or shoot me a DM and I’ll add you! for all folks on the current tag list, you will be removed permanently unless you interact with this post or DM. thanks! ps: if you’re crossed out, I was unable to tag you :(

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Song Title Game

Thank you so much @fvckinghenrycavill for including me in this tag game. This is just fantastic. I'll do as many as possible with Hozier songs, simply because it pleases me. 😋 The rest will be related to some of the fics I wrote so far.

Rules: Make a new post & spell out your URL with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL.

D: Dinner & Diatribes - Hozier

A: Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier

Y: You Have My Attention - Copeland

D: Do I Wanna Know - Hozier (Arctic Monkeys cover)

R: Run - Hozier

E: Earth - Mogli

A: As It Was - Hozier

M: Moment's Silence - Hozier

I: In The Woods Somewhere - Hozier

N: No Plan - Hozier

G: Girasoli e lavanda - Fabrizio Paterlini

I: In a Week - Hozier (feat. Karen Cowley)

N: NFWMB - Hozier

L: Like Real People Do - Hozier

E: Ein Traum ohne Anfang und Ende - Mark Seibert

T: Talk - Hozier

T: Take Me to Church - Hozier

E: Eiserner Steg (Klavier Version) - Philipp Poisel

R: Riverside - Mogli

S: Sunlight - Hozier

There is no way I will be able to tag 20 people, so I'm only going to tag the following. No pressure at all if you don't like to play.

Tagging: @ashesofblackroses, @eevee-of-rivia, @gearhead66, @lady-targaryen and anyone else who would like to join in!

Oh, and Andrew, darling, you definitely need to write more songs that start with an E, a Y, a G and an R. You know what, forget about that. Just simply write more songs, all right?

[brexrif]

Hey Cavillry!!!!!

I NEED YOUR INPUT THIRSTIES!!!

What do you think about this daddy’s voice? He may record some yummy audios of my smut for us 😍 I wanted some feedback before we went through with a whole thing.

He is reading an excerpt from my SIZE KINK GERALT 🥵🥵🥵

What are y’all thinkin?! I’m wet but idk if I’m just biased and/or always wet 😂😂😂

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Oh thank you so much, darling ❤️❤️❤️ right back to you.

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[littlefreya]

I'll go as Noelle KFC version from Genshin Impact!!

This is how I look with tre cosplay on

BABY!!!! YOU LOOK GORGEOUS!

How was the comicon???

[mypoisonedvine]

Just lance cheching you out👀

there goes any chance I have of focusing at work hhhhh

[stuckylibrary]

Hey! Sorry to disturb but I was wondering if you could help me find a fic that I read on AO3!

It's a stucky x Reader where Steve and Bucky are actually Captain Hydra and The Winter Soldier and the reader is the Hydra Leader.

It's a little bit smut if I remember well and I'm sure that there is a plot twist at the end but I don't want to spoil anything!

Thank you for helping me!

This one, maybe?

Hail HYDRA, Captain* by jensencanfricklemyfrackle (oneshot | 4,916 | not rated) *major character death, graphic violence, avengers die, polyamory

the Avengers (Tony, Clint, Natasha, Sam, Bruce) are kidnapped and delivered to HYDRA headquarters, where they are greeted by a young woman, who claims she is the head of HYDRA, flanked by two soldiers, who are called the Winter Soldier and Captain HYDRA.

For future reference for anyone looking for a lost fic: please give me any and all details you can remember, please don’t be concerned about spoilers in these cases or I might not be able to find your fic!

[ladyreapermc]

I'm watching Man of Tai Chi and I can say that Donaka is so much 😏😏😏 I mean, he has so much Dom vibes

I loved the Man of Tai Chi. First, the story is actually interesting and Keanu’s directing style pleases me. I loved the action and the scenes without cuts in the tradition of Wachowski sisters.

Second, Donaka is so fucking hot. Like, mess me up, sir! Slap me around and fuck me!

Like seriously, look at this:

He could ruin me and I’d say thank you.