#tw chocking

[fic-dumpster]

I want Hinata Shoyo to put me on a chockhold. Loop that bicep around my neck… tight grip…

[grabby-smitten]

I also think that Sylus crashes out when you explain that chocking isn’t necessarily about hurting your partner but about trust and control. He gets so into it whether it’s you or him in the receiving end.

“I’m giving you control over my life right now, the oxygen in my body. I trust you.” And he proceeds to combust on the spot. There’s even smoke coming from his ears.

[mayullla]

Title: 11 dolls in the basement

Character(s): Il Dottore Genshin Impact) Warnings/tags: Haunted doll au: Fem!reader, drabble, dark themes, this au has obsession themes while not really obvious here it is more so in other works, there is no romance in this au, tw horror, revenge, attempt murder (chocking), dead dove do not eat

Haunted doll au masterlist

It was interesting how your grandfather would watch you head to the storage room where you found one of your dolls Childe only to come back finding another... and another and another... Ones that he thought were lost if not stolen.

Ones that wanted to hide from the world from him. They showed themselves to you.

You would consider these dolls some sort of set really as you ask your grandfather to make dresses for them. While he wasn't necessarily able to make a whole outfit for them, he made a winter themed jacket for each doll. White and silver, you absolutely loved the jackets making each of them wear their jackets as you roleplayed them having a meeting.

It was a beg of forgiveness.

You found 11 of them in total yet your grandfather was sure that you would find more.

Your parents were worried as they watch your collection of dolls grow. They ask your grandfather if this was really alright? If it was really okay for you to have these many dolls, would it not affect his business and time and time again he told your parent that it was alright.

Alright. Alright as in that he wouldn't dare touch those dolls ever again, alright as in that he was using you as a scapegoat. Because out of many dolls these 11 were too…. much.

They will kill him if they were forced into his hands again.

Dangerous that their cores were erratic and unstable. Locked up in a box or hidden in a corner for too long, almost forever forgotten.

Each looking for a way to either take revenge or vomit the negative pent-up emotions somewhere or to someone. You didn't understand when your grandfather suddenly collapsed to one knee on the floor so suddenly as you talked about the new doll you found in a box with many other broken dolls, porcelain cracked or a part of them shattered.

Dottore you named it, yet you also gave it another nickname Doctor. It was funny to you because in your head he was a scientist that like to help people. It felt almost natural to you that he was yet your thoughts left you when you saw your grandfather on the floor desperately trying to breathe as he held on to his neck.

Help him

He didn't show you his neck for a while after that incident, keeping it covered and the following days he chose to wear something to hide it from everyone and even your concerned parents.

Yet you saw a small glimpse of it. When he tried to run away to his room that day he almost fell to the floor. Something… A line around his neck, blueish purple.

You watched your grandfather as he chatted with one of his clients, a concerned look on their faces when they saw the bandage wrapped around his neck. And the smile that strangely looked fake to you as he told them he was okay.

You wanted to say something, you want to do something. It took one step when your arm was suddenly grabbed roughly pulling you a few steps back. You yelped in shock yet there was no sound that escaped your small mouth.

"Shhhhh"

"Huh?"

You looked back yet nothing was there. Instead only darkness, a shadow of an empty hallway. Holding tightly to Doctor you walked deeper into the darkness.

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Interesting. Wonder if this will be the case from now on, or if it was the venue setup

[westanthewaterman]

My friend has been on a Mack kick lately to torture me and they mentioned something about getting you a collar and I was wondering about more egos and if they would or not

Dark

will absolutely get you a collar, whether it's your idea or his idk

thick, black leather collar with a large ring at the front

maybe even a tag with a nickname on it (darling, baby, etc)

likes to hook his finger into the ring when he's fucking you

uses his Void tendrils as a leash if you're into that

Murdock

it's entirely his idea and honestly, you're not entirely sold on it until you feel it around your throat

it's a dark crimson with a velvety finish, maybe even a lace trim if you like that

will curl his fingers under the band to make it tighter, stealing your breath

it's inconspicous enough that you can wear it out and, if you do, he'll corner you into the first private place he can find and fuck you until you can barely walk

Night

a thick black, leather collar with a sapphire in the shape of a crescent moon on the front

insists you wear it everywhere and the weight of it around your neck is a nice reminder of who you belong to

he likes to leave hickeys around it to accentuate it

he has a matching ring so when he wraps his hand around your throat they look so pretty next to each other

Honorable Mentions:

Eric

you're the one that brings up the idea and he's nervous about it at first until you put it on him for the first time

all his nervous, anxious thoughts just seem to disapper when he's wearing it, like the collar gives him permission to just enjoy his baser desires

Yancy

he asks you for it one day while the two of you are in bed together

you get him one that connects to a pair of handcuffs and he fucking loves it

[witch-of-illusions]

[dabisqueen]

Okay listen. I just want Dabi to choke me while he plays FIRE over my skin. And kiss me until I'm gasping his name. Yeah. THERE YOU GO (obviously this is for your Kinky event <3)

Hey Air! Don't know if my answer will meet your need — but I was in the mood for this. So, here ya go!

Tw: choking, burns

It was just his soft lips ghosting over your skin, trailing along your cheek, kissing softly on your brow, trailing down your temples, along the jawline back to your mouth.

Dabi loved you. He loved the velvety feel of your soft skin, the warmth and heavenly scent it emanated. 

But tonight, he wanted to play a different game. Tonight, he wanted you to become his.

Just as your eyes fluttered shut, your lips slightly parting in anticipation of a long-needed kiss, his hand trailed up your chest and firmly closed around your throat.

Your eyes shot open, confusion written in them as chuckled lowly, kissing the corner of your mouth.

Your hands flew up to wrap around his wrist, trying to get his grip to loosen but all he replied was "Not gonna happen, babe."

You started writhing below him, but his body's weight pressed you down, while his lips melted against yours. Finally loosening his grip, you gasped into his mouth, breathing in his sweet exhale.

You were getting high on the lack of oxygen as he kept alternately choking and letting you breathe into his mouth.

Your eyes rolled back and you went slack under him, while he purred into your mouth "Such a good girl for me."

He knew that he had you there, that this was the right moment. He released his grip on your neck and brushed his hand gently down your exposed skin, coming to a rest on the softness of your tummy. 

Then he activated his quirk.

The second time tonight your eyes shot open as a singing pain shot through your body, screams muffled by his mouth pressed against yours.

It was over as fast as it had started and he lifted his hand, your skin still tingly and sensitive where he had marked it with his flame, imprinted forever on your skin.

He started stroking you, wiping the sweat off your forehead as he kept peppering kisses on your cheeks and closed eyes, until you finally came to enough to open them.

"Jerk," you muttered, the scolding tone in your voice was unmistakable. 

Dabi snickered as his deep azures met your gaze, a beautiful smile forming on his lips, "Aw, c'mon, doll. I know you're gonna be proud of it–"

Dabi Kinky Week

[gremlin-gr4pes]

It's Logan's 'Birthday' and he wishes everyone who is an American citizen to please vote,, don't go against the birthday wishes!

This isn't Intrulogical but if you see as such then by all means, I won't oppose. I just made it in the intent of Remus strangling Logan whilst yelling "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DORK!" but is you wanna ship it, ship it.

@thatsthat24