#tw choking

[goomyloid]

or so says the sadist

[popepout]

pope the type to laugh at you struggling under his grip as he chokes you out w his bicep😭😭😭😭😭😭 #ineedthatsobadyoitsnotevenfuckingfunny

sick & twisted because he rarely laughs or even cracks a grin but the second you’re at his mercy, everything is funny …

content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, meanie!pope, manhandling / mentions of play fighting, breath play / choking, dirty talk, pet names.

“i wanna try something,” pope grunts above you, in the middle of working you full of his cock. you whimper at the interruption and he squeezes your waist under his heavy palms to settle you. his eyes rake down your bare frame— the arch of your hips, the way you’re laid out on your tummy and waiting for him to make any kind of move. when you peer at him over your shoulder with a pout, he speaks again.

“don’t worry, brat. i think you’ll like it.”

the last thing you’re expecting is one of his beefy arms hooked around your neck. you gasp just as he squeezes a little, eyes fluttering shut and lashes fanning over the tops of your cheeks while you go dizzy. he’s choked you before after you begged him to, but this is different. this is something he’s been thinking about. something that he’s only done a few times during some play fighting, not with actual intent.

his grip tightens. his bicep presses on your throat as his hips finally move against the fullness of your ass once again. deep thrusts that knock the sense out of your brain, all while you’re getting just enough oxygen to remain conscious so he can still hear those mewls and whimpers falling from your glossy lips. you hiccup his name out once, then twice— your hands come up from the sheets to claw at his arm with manicured nails, leaving little scratches and crescents on his freckled skin. only for him to laugh all breathy and deep over your ear.

“hey, hey— what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he grunts, kissing the side of your face as if he isn’t applying more pressure. he gives your throat another good squeeze and although you’re struggling to take in a breath, your cunt flutters around his shaft like silk, “are you puttin’ on a show for me? because your pussy never lies t’me, she’s loving this … think i can make her cum before you pass out?”

[akaanmo]

some more shitposts

[maersiel]

wanted to join that tie trend on twitter right now.

he ate his leftovers or smth

[sapiensecrets]

Hellooo, for the blurb I was thinking of pranking robby or jack or dennis, or all 3 whichever you feel like, by making someone insult you as a joke and seeing how they would react. I remember reading a fic where this was used and jack was pranked by reader and shen and at the end he found out it was for a tiktok trend:))

protective - dennis whitaker x f!reader

summary: you and parker try to prank dennis and end up pranking the wrong guy.

pairings: dennis whitaker x f!reader, platonic!jack abbot x reader cw/tags: no use of y/n, swearing, established relationship (reader and dennis are engaged). protective!jack, swearing, dennis and reader (mostly reader) are lowkey freakish, slightly suggestive content (maybe a little more than slightly...implied but not explicit smut, mild choking), mostly fluff vibes lmao word count: 0.8k this can be read as part of the hot shot series if you'd like! masterlist taglist

Your stomach buzzes as Ellis approaches you, a smug look on her face, tablet tucked beneath her arm. Her eyes flick past you, making sure that Dennis is within earshot, stifling a laugh into her hand. 

“Hey,” She greets. You casually look up from your computer, giving her a smile. 

“Hi,” You say. 

“No makeup kinda’ day, huh?” She says. You let out a wavering exhale, keeping yourself from breaking before responding. 

“Oh, uh, no,” You say. “I’m wearing makeup.”

“Seriously?” She asks, sounding as agog as possible. “Damn, rough night?”

From behind you, Dennis looks towards the interaction, his brows furrowing at the out of character comments coming from Ellis. He frowns when he realizes that she’s talking to you, watching as you lean away from her and defensively cross your arms over your chest. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, trying to act offended. “Does it not look nice?”

“I mean…” She trails off, purposefully looking at Dennis again, just for a split second. “You’ve definitely had better days.”

Dennis waits for your response, knowing that you can take care of yourself, but also having to fight the anger that grows in his chest. Ellis is your friend, is she not? Why the hell is she talking to you like this?

“What the fuck, Ellis?” 

You recognize the voice without needing to turn around, but even if you couldn’t, the look on Ellis’ face would be a dead giveaway. Her eyes widen, and she ducks her head towards you. 

“Say nice things at my funeral,” She mutters. You actually laugh, just in time for Jack to make his way over, aggressively setting a hand down on the counter to stop Ellis from going anywhere. 

“Shouldn’t you be focused on handover?” He asks, the veins in his forearms popping, a probing look on his face. Your eyes go wide, face heating up as you try to hold in another laugh when Ellis turns to you. “Don’t look at her.”

“Jesus, Abbot, it was just-”

“I heard you’re applying for an ultrasound fellowship next year,” He says, lowering his voice, cutting her off. “I’ll be keeping the way you speak to your colleagues in mind when you ask for a recommendation letter.”

“Oh my god,” You say, laughing through the words, your jaw dropping at the end of the sentence. “We were just fucking around, Jack, I wanted to mess with Dennis a little. You weren’t even supposed to hear that.”

His head snaps to look at you, brows still furrowed threateningly, but they slowly relax as he takes in your words. 

“What?” He asks, tilting his head to the side, looking at Dennis. “You hearing this, Whitaker?”

Dennis clears his throat. “Uhm, yeah, yes. I thought it seemed out of character, but-”

“But what?” Jack asks. “You were gonna’ let someone talk to her like that?”

“Jack!” You exclaim, standing up, setting a hand on top of his. “You kinda’ stepped in before he had a chance.”

He squints, looking back at Ellis. “You didn’t mean it?”

“Are you fucking kidding?” She asks. “She’s who I think about whenever I hear ‘Lips of an Angel.’”

You snort. “You’re an idiot.”

Dennis is standing behind you now, his hands on the back of your chair, his shoulders back slightly as though good posture will somehow convince Jack to not be mad at him. You sit back down, and his hands slip onto your shoulders, fingers tapping against you. Jack gives you and Ellis a final glare, then walks off to check on the most recent trauma patient. 

“You almost got me killed,” Ellis says, laughing, jabbing a finger in your direction accusatorily. “The only person I thought would be getting mad at me was your fiancé, and at least I could take him in a fight.”

“Sorry, you think you could take him in a fight?” You ask. “You know I love you, but you’re losing that one, babe.”

“Oh, why, cause he spends his free time carrying hay?” She asks, sarcastically, lifting her arm up and flexing, her bicep bulging against her scrub top. “You’re going down, funky music.”

“Luckily we don’t have to find out,” Dennis says. “But now Abbot thinks I’m a wimp, so, thank you for that.”

You look over your shoulder, smiling innocently. “He’s just protective, he actually really likes you.”

Dennis scoffs, smiling back at you. “Sure seems like it.”

Later that night, long after the dayshift has gone home, Ellis checks her phone between patients, tapping on a notification from you. She can’t figure out what the picture is at first, but then she turns her brightness up, realizing it’s Dennis’ arm, bicep flexed and veins pressing against his skin. 

Around your fucking neck. 

‘Still think you could take him?’

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[lotus-doodles-04]

TW! Choking!!!

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Toxic Blueink!

Inspired by this post!

[dynachan]

I fuckin' guess. Welcome back, destiel.

[yummycrummy]

We need more Jax and Cainе friendship!! XD

TW: STRANGULATION

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hey he was just curious