#•°•choking

[addie-henderson]

Percy x non New Yorker!reader

"i told her, that was what I was talkin' bout. " he huffs annoyed as you crawl in his bed sitting across his hips to look down at him speak. you giggle little at his words and he looks at you funny his eyebrows knitted together and his lips in a lazy confused smile. "what? "

"talkin' bout." you smile copying the way that he speaks, quick in pace but lazy in diction as the words fall off your tongue in an unfamiliar way.

"don't do this-" he groans burying his face into a pillow.

"your accent is so silly I love it." you smile lefting his hand up to press a kiss to his palm. "I love it. I love you."

"yeah?"

"yeah." you mock him again getting a huffy whine of annoyance. you lift the pillow off his face and press a kiss to the bump in his nose. "I'm only teasing."

his hand settles against your face to stroke your cheek softly. "you like my voice, yeah?" he asks looking up at you.

"yeah." you mimic.

his thumb stops brushing against your cheek as his hand finds it's place hanging loosely around your neck to guide your face to his. you feel his finger flex tighter just slightly as he gives you a quick kiss.

"i... really um." you mutter out before he brings you in for another. "I really like your voice, Perce."

"that's good sweetheart."

you giggle despite yourself and find yourself muttering in a New York accent that sounds fun in your ears. "...sweetheart."

Percy fingers twitch around your neck, possibly in annoyance. "shut up and kiss me."

[mylittleredgirl]

mercy seems like a long shot here, so my prayer for inauguration day 2025: may they be incompetent. may they just be really bad at implementation. may their egos choke their effectiveness. may they drown themselves week by week with infighting and selfish posturing. may they be easily distracted. may the very governors and senators and agencies and religious leaders that the new administration expects to be friendly force endless stalemates to preserve their own power. may every delay turn into a three ring blame circus so chaotic that no one remembers what they were doing. may the good and necessary parts of government be too boring to draw attention and keep running quietly in the background. may the next four years be full of sound and fury and signify nothing.

[agnesandhilda]

shoutout to the woman from my high school martial arts class who liked to get me in joint locks and then joke about how I was easy to catch. you cannot comprehend how psychosexually formative that was for me

[batri-jopa]

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[autisticexpression2]

We need the obnoxious atheists back. I know they engineered their own destruction by being annoying and pretentious, but it has become apparent how essential to the ecosystem they were. The religious fanatics have become too bold without their natural predators. Jesus wojaks would have been torn to shreds in 2011.

[incognitopolls]

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[tittyinfinity]

[mroddmod]

don't be weepy sleepy puppies

[nothatsmi]

The Kings men, chapter four

Okay i'm literally shaking posting this, i've been working on it for days i lost all objectivity about it.

Someone requested this scene when I asked for recommendations on an older post, so this is tkm chapter four:

"Andrew sprawled on the couch in the lounge while Kevin went ahead to change out. Neil hesitated, changed his mind and started after Kevin, and changed his mind again. He stood behind the couch, folding his arms across the back of it, and peered down at Andrew. Andrew had one arm folded under his head and the other draped over his eyes to block the light. 'One of these days you might as well practice with us,' Neil said."

This scene is so long I had to cut some parts (including the incredible "You let us run ourselves into the ground and clean up behind us. You play the game like you play life. That's why you're so good at it.").

Not to mention Andrew's height fear, one of my all-time favorite aftg quotes ("When you said you were afraid of heights, you were joking, right?" "Andrew, you can't be. What were you doing on the roof?" "Feeling." -tkm ch.5).

Update: I cut the (too long) comic into smaller images so that you can open it and have a better quality, hope it works!

[sapphicideas]

there’s something so damn attractive about a girl who loves being choked. the way her eyes snap open as i gradually apply more pressure. the soft moans when she realizes she can’t breathe properly anymore and her back arching desperately seeking some sort of friction. fuck

[addie-henderson]

Catch me if you can.

Batman gets his rocks off by catching a thief in the bat cave. (of course it's only the love of his life)

A joyous whistled tune echos off the tall walls and soon trailed off. It was dark and gloomy, like the cave always was. the sound of sharp heels hitting the ground was apparent in the silence. A gloved finger ran along the keys of the rather large computer that hung above the head of anyone who could possibly wall the halls.

"wonder if he's overcompensating for something..." you wonder out loud knowing your dig would get at the nerves of your watchful audience.

there's no immediate response that can be heard so the strut around the cave continues with a hand on tour of an extensive weapons artillery. A batarang found its way in between nimble fingers. you take your time spinning in your hand before sticking it into the belt hanging low on your waist.

"oooo, freeze gun." you mutter before grabbing that too.

despite the cold weapon in your hands there's a sudden warmth behind you and you smile. Bruce.

"Bandit." a hand grabs hold of your arm roughly, in a way Bruce would never be seen touching you. careless and hard.

"Batman." you muse, "come here often?"

you both knew the answer. you both knew you were being coy with him.

"I'd like to ask you the same question." his gruff voice came from under the cawl, thought a small smirk makes your stomach flutter.

"you'll have to catch me first, love." you hiss, spinning with a ferocity of someone fighting for their life. you drop low and swing your leg under his sending him tumbling onto his back (he could have dodged. you knew he could have)

He's quick back up to his feet but you're quicker, grabbing a few trinkets off of display before he's back on his feet.

"You don't think I'd actually let you leave do you?"

"We'll find out won't we, Batty boy?"

he lunges forward, without any thought. no slow meticulous planning. only his instincts.

you smile again, this was too easy. the bottom of your heeled boot collides with his armored chest although you know it doesn't hurt him he falls once more and this time you're right on top of him.

"there actually is one more thing I'd like to take with me," you lean close to his face his breath is warm again your lips. "the cowl of the caped crusader."

your lips press to his and he pretend to struggles against you as your greedy hands begin to pull off the only thing keeping you from seeing his face. he throws his weight from under you send your back to the ground and house pinned under his weight.

"I think I'll keep that, thanks." he shoots back. his hand finds your throat and you gasp." I think I'll keep all of it. maybe even you. "

the thought excites you. the idea of being kept here on display like one of his other knick knacks and toys. to be taken down and used and put back like you're no more important than a spare grappling hook or a book of riddles.

"I did-," you gasp searching for the air you're being shorted "I didn't plan for a sleep over, batsy."

he says nothing. figures. he's done enough talking. his hand finds the cool metal zipper in all the leather clinging to your skin and it's not long before the feel of the cold air hits your exposed thighs.

he's just as rough and careless as his fighting when his hand smacks down against your thighs and you jump. a small welcoming whimper leaving your lips. "don't worry. I'll lend you something when I'm through... or maybe I'll leave you like this. I haven't decided."

[kerrste]

Gotta wonder what went through Jayce’s head when he went from full murder-mode to “power of love saves the day”.

Post fight-scene with Viktor’s puppet in the councilroom:

[pelko-p]

Gangle has had enough

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

“dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

girl, what home

[connorsui]

MY SHEILAAAAA

MY SHEEILLLAAAAAAA 💔

[aimlesspost]

anyway,