#aks.

[ak-nm]

[approximateknowledge]

ok so hear me out

[armatages]

god i know im just drawing the same scene literally everyone else is in my basic af style but i wanted to put together a print of the boys because i am unwell :') so here's one more meager addition to the pile. godspeed jayvik nation.

[ikarosxflight]

🌀

RELATIONSHIP BUILDING Send 🌀 for my muse’s reaction to getting stuck in a storm with yours.

'I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.'

Soaked to the bone like poor stray mutts stuck out in the rain… wait. Luke and Pit were, or at least it started as a harmless drizzle, but the clouds kept rolling to the point it felt like the almighty Zeus himself was throwing a tantrum. He followed Luke to the nearest cave, uncaring if monsters dwelled here; it'd be a good excuse to blow off steam. Ivory wings rapidly flutter, picking up wind and dust as the Captain of Angels dries them out, shaking his head side to side - it was like a bird-dog drying itself out.

"H-Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Luke's voice rose in shock and embarrassment as he watched Pit unclip his toga. His face turned bright red, and his words came out in a yell.

"I'm getting undressed? No way am I wearing drenched clothes-icus; I'm gonna start a fire... hm? Well, duh, for our sake, but mainly yours cause unlike you, I don't get sick-icus. You'll get ill if you stay in those wet clothes and obtain natural body warmth. Pfft, what's the matter? Shy? Don't worry, I could keep you warm!"~

At least Captain Pit could make the most of it by teasing Luke. It made him feel a little better.

[hemmingsleclerc]

''Is it obvious?'' | Timothée Chalamet

timothée chalamet x fem!reader

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[samwpmarleau]

would love to know why the cops keep releasing photos and information about the uhc shooter, because what we've learned:

attractive

smart

rich — but a class traitor

no criminal history

by all accounts a good person

killed the one person he intended to kill and no one else

grievance that's both personal (his botched back surgery + family member illness) and ideological (fuck the healthcare industry)

politics are a weird mix of both right and left, so republicans can't call him a crazy liberal

concise, well-articulated manifesto

seemingly got caught on purpose, or at the very least was not caught by actual police work, and furthermore insulted the police

like? how are these things supposed to make me feel less sympathetic towards the guy?

[caffichai]

Polar bears are like, legendarily chubby! So here's my artistic take on Aurora

[stargrltara]

RED HOOD - JASON TODD

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Jason Todd who’s act of love is acts of service. He lives for the saying ‘ actions speak louder than words ‘. He loves when he comes home to a warm meal cooked for him, or even when you would spontaneously help him to clean his suit after he comes back from patrol. Sometimes, he returns from his patrols late, so he would never expect you to be awake at 2AM waiting for his exhausted state. But to his surprise, you’re always awake for him. Just the simple things like waiting for him, and that small tired smile that paints across your lips; just heats up his chest, and makes little red butterflies flutter in him.

Jason Todd who hasn’t really been efficient with communication, due to past trauma, so he attempts to show his love for you with actions. Jason yearns for you, and it’s pretty obvious by the way he would sometimes lay sweet kisses on the back of your shoulder or your neck whilst your doing the dishes with him, or he’ll linger around the kitchen, slightly glaring at you whilst you cook up a perfect meal for the both of you. You’d always notice in the corner of your eye how he glared at you in awe. Though Jason tries to hide his emotions, you always see straight through his sharp eyes, and right though his mistreated soul.

Jason Todd who of course, loves you, but sometimes fucks you like he hates you. On nights that don’t really go his way; nights when he comes back with bruised knuckles and a developing black eye, he’ll walk straight into your shared bedroom. You always notice the thump of heavy footsteps arriving into your room, it awakes you. Jason never wasted any time, he immediately strips and hooks his gloved fingers around your shorts waistline and pulls them down, your panties along with it. Ramming into you mercilessly, shoving your face into the pillows below, and you’re always unethically wet; the slick noises filling the atmosphere and the dim lighting from the far billboards and city lights creating a light flare in the room. You just take it as he ignores your mumbles and cries into the pillows, instead he groans pleasurably over your words. Jason doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied, until he’s left his seed dripping out if you. You never realise when he’s done, but you always hear the sound of the shower faucet turning on.

Jason Todd who sometimes fucks you so well, he forgets about his own needs and pleasures. On nights when it’s just you two, romantic and intimate, jason loves to make his favourite girl feel good. Honestly, holding hands, mating press, peppering wet kisses trailing from your throat up to your ear and whispering sweet nothings softly. The night doesn’t end until you’ve had at least 5 orgasms, and he’s ran you a warm bath. He loves doing these things for you, treating his girl like how she deserves to be treated. You always press your head up against his chest when cuddling at nights like this, and he’d wrap his arm around you, securing you like your his prized possession.

Jason Todd who loves blowjobs. And i mean, sloppy, dirty, mouth watering, gorilla gripping, carpet clenching, eye tearing, fanny fluttering head. He’d shove your face into his cock, making sure your nose is touching his pelvis. Your hands fly up, pressing against his thighs for some sort of support as he face fucks you roughly. Your babbling noises fill the room, and as you glance up you always notice the way his eyes roll back and his head is falling back along with it. It motivates you, so you shove your head further onto his length and bring one of your palms up to massage his balls, earning the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard in you’re whole life. Hell, jason’s sure he’s never felt like that before. Jason looks down on you, it’s degrading, but you can’t deny the hot slick sticking to your panties. He’d even hold your nose and mutter, “—Go on, you can take it. I know you will.” Everything sounds a blur, and he’d pull your head back by your hair and push a finger into your mouth, widening it enough for him to spit clearly into it, using his finger tip to smother the saliva all over your lips. And by the end of it, you’re sleeping like a baby.

Jason Todd who discourages inviting you to his family gatherings. First of all, he believes you wouldn’t be able to keep up with his families drama. But second of all, he does not want you meet his older brother Dick Grayson. The boy scout, the flirt, the sexiest second most sexiest man in the world. Jason knew that if you ever met Dick, you two would get along way too well. And quite frankly, jason doesn’t like you talking to other men that aren’t him. He literally fucking despises when another man so much as looks your way, or checks you out. That’s probably why he always leaves hickeys and marks all over your body, to put on show what’s his, and will always be his.

Jason Todd who loves head scratches and massages. Hear me out, a movie is playing on the TV as you both relax on the couch; the only light reflecting off the TV and the lighting which strikes outside, rain pouring down. Hes got his head resting in your lap as he lays on the couch and you play with his hair while paying more attention to the movie than him. Nothing is more important than him. He’d push his head up into your hand, like a sleepy puppy to gesture his yearn for more as you lose your focus in scratching his scalp with your freshly manicured nails. You’d chuckle to yourself as you notice how needy he is to be in your touch. As you lightly scratch and massage his head and hair, you feel him start to relax under you. That’s when you look down and notice his pale lips slightly parted, and his eyes closed. A small smile paints on your lips when you begin to hear his quiet snores, and you lean down to lay a passionate kiss on the tip of his nose.

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[zillychu]

i'll keep putting him in gacha games until I'm paid for my silence. this is a threat

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

imagine Jason sleeping with reader and having to rest his hand on their neck. He just wants to feel their pulse at all times, terrified of them disappearing .

The Blood In Your Veins

Hi nonnie. Kinda tweaked this ask because holding your throat feels more AK!Jason Todd to me. Sorry if you're not an Arkham Knight fan! ~500 words

The Arkham Knight sleeps with a hand wrapped around your throat, fingers pressed to your beating pulse. Night after night, his hand stays there, unmoving, unrelenting. If you try to move, his grip only grows tighter, a reminder to stay in place. To stay next to him where he can feel the blood pulsing through your veins.

He knows you try to be understanding, try to close your eyes and slip into sleep. But you can't. It feels like a threat, a promise that you can't go anywhere, even if you wanted to. And maybe it is.

He needs to feel the beat of your life against his skin. He needs to know that this is real, and not another twisted vision his mind conjured in the asylum. It's not an escape. It's not just a fantasy he's imagining to pretend he's not trapped with the clown.

He'd never admit it, never tell you that you're the reason he still has anything left of his sanity. That he'd pretend he was somewhere safe, with you, every night the torment got too much. Somewhere he wasn't beaten and abandoned and cold.

So, he needs this. Needs you. Needs the soft and the warm and the steady you always bring. Even if you try to shift out of his grip, even if you try to guide his hand to hold somewhere else. Nothing else makes him feel here, in this moment. His fingers have to rest around your throat.

The Arkham Knight would never hurt you, never try to limit your air or make you choke. But he can't stop himself from squeezing, sometimes. Your pulse just feels stronger against his skin when he does. He can get closer to the steady pumping in your veins, feel the way your heart rate accelerates. He feels alive. You feel alive.

It's best when you finally fall asleep, when your breathing slows and you melt into his touch, any apprehension or uncertainty gone. He exists for moments like these. When your soul is completely under his hand, when he can stroke the pads of his fingers over your pulse and just know.

It's the only thing that keeps the nightmares away now. You. Your life. He'd bury himself into your chest if he could, anything to get closer to the pounding against your ribs. He wraps himself around you at night, face buried in the junction where your shoulder meets your neck, resting over your heart, or hidden in your hair. He tangles your legs with his or hikes your thigh over his hip. Whatever gets you closest.

But one thing always stays the same, his hand finds a way to settle on your throat. Nothing feels more right than when his arm snakes past your chest so he can hold your neck and pull you to him. He'd keep you like this forever if he could.

You'll understand, eventually, even if you don't know now, you're the only peace he has left.

[800db-cloud]

a very mediocre sniperspy doodle dump

[ak-nm]

[absolutedestinyapocalypsse]

nothing informs kim kitsuragi's character more than having worked in the juvenile department for 15 years. the seemingly endless patience, the way he is able to read between the lines of the crazy shit harry says, the compartmentalizing. the fact that he both fucking hates and loves his job. hes got a straight-backed exhaustion about him that you only ever see in middle school teachers. he probably was kept there on the lowest rank for so long as some sort of racist hazing thing, but also because hes clearly very good at dealing with kids. which makes him perfect to deal with harry "i dont wanna, being a cop isnt fun anymore" du bois.

[sirlanval]

kitchen

[coperniccus]

Psst psst, ola mi vida, ya vuelveeee 🤌🏾

ya queda menos, se va a terminar cansando de mi ah 😌

[sunnie-angel]

desire is foreign to jason todd. oh he’s wanted things, burned with the urge to reach out and reshape the world around his goals, but desire? gut heavy knees weakening hands trembling desire? lust is a new sin to add to a litany of many.

it’s not instantaneous, the feeling, when it comes. what happens first is love or affection or tenderness, whatever you want to call it. any name will do for the soft feeling that curls up in his chest, unfurls itself petal by petal as you come into his life and refuse to part from him. delicate, fragile, a fledgling fallen from its nest too soon cupped between scarred hands that try to keep the cruel world at bay. it’s this that takes him over first. makes a clumsy marionette of his body, a poor ventriloquist of his voice. love makes a fool of him long before desire does.

longing comes next. for your voice, your smile, your touch. your forgiveness on the dark days and your joy under the sun. all of your tomorrows, your next times, your future as yet undecided. the smell of your shampoo in his nose as sleep claims him and the soft hush of your breath when he wakes. parting is such sweet sorrow and yet your confidence in jason is such that he has no choice to believe with you. that he is capable of this, this love, that the longing only leads ever back to you because where else in the world would you be but beside him?

fatted on your affections and your attentions, the longing turns to greed. greed for more of that feeling of having you tucked between his arms, the press of your hand between his shoulder blades. a sucking black hole of need to know every part of you. every sound that you are capable of making, every shocked moment of surprise, of pleasure. what makes a laugh turn to a gasp? what is the key that makes you boneless? he wants it all. to catalogue and file away for a rainy day. to take out again and examine this hoard of treasure he has collected, that you have so kindly bestowed upon him. a burning roaring greed that sets his skin on fire and his stomach to churning.

now, now is the age of his desire. spiced chocolate, sugared rum, black coffee. sits rich on his tongue, decadent, burning down to his belly. lamplight turned low, always ready to set fire to the furnishings. eyes lidded, touches trailing, anticipation simmering below. the trust you put in him, the complete lack of fear. mouth watering. his own desire mirrored back in your eyes. movement in the long grass, your anticipation so thick he can scent it on the breeze, your own game playing out in the quiet spaces between breaths. jason todd’s a predator, one of the finest gotham has ever wrought, and now the hunt has begun.

a/n: this can either be read as a sweet if slightly poetic tale of jason discovering love and desire OR as a dark ak!jason falling further into obsession with a random civilian who does not realize they are being stalked. either version is equally plausible and that’s what i love about this little experiment.