#•°•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."

[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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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.

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[tittyinfinity]

[mroddmod]

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[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

[kismetlotts]

cw: choking, mentions of hickeys, p in v, some submission from Simon, creampie, very slight mention of death, hinted rough sex? mentions of sweat, mentions of drool

Simon choking you and this, Simon choking you and that but what about you choking Simon? His veiny monster cock fucking so deep inside of you it was twattish, penetrating and destroying you with such vigour and need you had nothing to defend yourself with- nothing to hold onto to and stable yourself.

Snatching your hands up to his thick neck and placing your soft palms around his sweaty, hickey-scattered skin. Your pretty, little fingertips not able to wrap around him fully from how big and muscular he was, but with the amount of pressure you applied, you choked him anyway. Feeling his rapid pulse against your hand, making your sticky cunt tighten around him helplessly.

He couldn’t refrain himself from going harder than before, the loud creak of your bed echoing the quiet house and you were sure your neighbours were going to kill you-but how were you supposed to stop now? You fucking couldn’t; you didn't want to.

Watching as his flushed cheeks turned a dark mahogany, feeling the tremble and twitch of his body against yours, pinning you down and you suddenly realised what you had done. A shameless gasp leaving his throat pathetically as you quickly let go. Sexy body sinking into the mattress as you wished the material could swallow you- capture you and shield you from the memories of what you just did. It was irrational- a stupid action done without thinking- it was embarrassing.

How could you let yourself get out of control like that? Choking Simon Riley- a fucking military Lieutenant- you were lucky he didnt slap you across the face. Were you stupid? Your head spiralled in regret but before your thoughts could pester and consume you fully his own scarred hand snatched yours back. Dragging your arm and jolting your body up as held you in place, reuniting your with the warm flesh of his neck.

Brown, hazy, eyes pleading you to strangle him again, suffocate him, make him pass out deep inside your pussy. He liked how you made him feel, his heart pounding with adrenaline from the sudden rush it gave him and his mind melting with submission. Grab his fucking throat and make him your bitch. Make him cry, make him wheeze and cough once you let go.

You hesitantly choked him again, your body overcoming with pleasure as you forgot about what you were doing and where your hands were. Fucking yourself against him and fingers tightening as your eyes shut about to cum. Losing it as you heard a strained ‘Fuck’ fall from his lips: He couldn’t fucking breathe. He was seeing stars.

Unapologetically flooding you with warmth, filling you up before crushing you with his big body. So tired and worn out from the sex, chasing back the breaths you’d stolen from him. Oh god, it felt like heaven to him, his brain feeling so tight and achy- lightheaded with ecstasy. Next time you had do it with your thighs instead- leave him with as little air as possible, leave him with nothing to do but pant and dribble over your pussy when you loosen your hold. Choke him until his lungs give out, let him breath from the air you accompany him with- he didn’t deserve you.

You could kill him like that and he’d thank you in the afterlife.

[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."

[skyrigel]

Simon “Domesticated” Riley is my favourite.

Yes, he would kill for you and he would die for you but his affections and undying love isn't limited to oaths. It's boundless and endless.

He will cook for you, learn because he wasn't taught very good and he wants everything to be good for you.

He will sing for you, because you'd heard him in the shower and couldn't get past to fall asleep without his husky songs to make you fall asleep on his chest.

He will wash the dishes, side by side you. Laughing along as you dry the plates and using his hands at work to your own advantage to play mischief on him.

He will hear you, as you would continue to talk about everything because nothing was out of field, and despite you being a very seducing distraction, he's always trying his best.

He's a “my girlfriend, my wife” guy despite the other Task force guys teasing him about it, he doesn't mind holding your purse, instead he prods on it, he's always on his knees to tie your shoelaces, to help you out from those pointy heels. He doesn't mind being whipped, as Soap christened it, or smitten as Gaz chortled, because he is, as he should.

He's not patronising, despite being raised up to be one. He's gentle and kind and soft for you, and he's working on becoming a better man everyday for you.

He doesn't let his anger that's so unforgiving and terrible get the better of him, he's not a monster despite the blood on his hands as you've always told him so, he would pace around the lawn, sit in the grass, wash his face but he wouldn't let his anger be something you should be scared off, he wouldn't let it get between this holy thing called love.

He talks things out, understands your opinion, values them openly. 

He expresses everything even so it'd become difficult after being told to be stoic for so long, but he tries, always for you. 

He's always startled and flushed when you compliment him and he's trying to learn that you mean every word of it.

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[aimlesspost]

anyway,

[chainsandhandnecklaces]

Fuck I’m thinking about being ordered to sit on someone’s dick, and hold my hands behind my back, as they hold a vibrator to my clit and choke me.

“Fuck, your desperate slutty pussy feels so good.”

“Good fucktoy. Beg for me to choke you. Be good.”

Pulling the vibrator away to spank my clit harshly for how I’d started to grind against them.

“Stop being such a slutty fucking mess. Sit up, stop moving around. Behave or I promise you’ll regret it.”

They laugh as they scrape their nails up my back, watching how my body shakes.

“Keep being a good little thing, and I’ll turn it up.”

“What was that? You many me to “sta-sta-stahp?” Aww, and you were being so good for me. Did I neglect you? Here, let me give you my attention,” They coo at me before turning the vibrator up all the way.

[wuruwan]

[brainrotcharacters]

the next time Logan does this, wade is going to keel over CACKLING