#Choking mention

[puhpandas]

the worst thing about movie Vanessa is that she was terrified to rebel because of real and violent consequences and when she finally did her fears came to life. she was choked. she was talked down to. she was stabbed. she was hurt. and she was terrified through it all

she came back when it mattered most and saved abby and Mike but it put herself on the line. it wasnt just fear. it was a real possibilty. she knew what would happen. she knew how big of a chance there was that it would. and she still came back and paid the price for it because there were people she truly cared about in danger

I doubt she had anything like that before. I'm sure Afton had her so trapped under his thumb that she was never able to get close to anybody. she was never ever to make choices for herself. she probably is a cop to cover for him. shes probably never had a friend who survived long enough to trust. she makes me very upset and that halo imagery with her is so real

[miyamiwu]

It’s funny how, in Blue Lock pairs, the normal one is often the guy who we tend to assume is the insane one…

BachiSagi? Bachira seems insane, but his deal really is that he just wants friends. Turned out to be the most normal Bluelocker.

KaiNess? Ness comes off as extreme, but at least he doesn’t get himself a tattoo, dye his hair blue, and choke himself all for the sake of an impossible ideal

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 11

I had an absolute blast with this prompt and I've been looking forward to it for a while. I should've gone and bought some wine so I could write being IDed from experience though. Unrealistic writing 😮😮😮

Convenience Store

Each item was set neatly on the conveyor belt.

A roll of duct tape. Kleenex. Air freshener. Trash bags. Zipties. Rubbing alcohol. Superglue. A bottle of merlot. Disinfectant. Sponges. Latex gloves. A wrist brace. Ibuprofen. A hammer. And a bar of chocolate.

A bright beep sounded as the cashier scanned each one.

“Doing some home improvement?” They smiled, placing the superglue onto the other side of the conveyor where one of their customers, the shorter of the two, was busy bagging with their head down. The other stacked the empty shopping basket with the others and pulled out their wallet.

“Definitely an improvement project,” they nodded back with a knowing look. “The whole thing just needs to be demolished and rebuilt at this point.”

“Oh I hear you. A pipe burst in my basement just last month and my spouse had to stop me from tearing the whole thing down then and there.” The cashier scanned the wine and paused. “Your ID please, Mx.?”

They flashed it with a toothy grin. 

“I’m flattered!”

“Just doing my job. Thank you.” They typed something into the system and picked up the next item. A few items later, a snort broke their calm demeanor.

“Hm?”

“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry Mx! Just had a funny thought.” The cashier scanned the hammer. 

“Do share! Lord knows we could use the humor.” They elbowed their partner who smiled meekly and nodded along, balancing with a crutch under their arm. 

“Well, sometimes home improvement supplies look a lot like premeditated murder supplies,” they giggled, and the taller one broke out into raucous laughter. The shorter just shook their head. “Sorry, I meant no offense.”

Realizing they were being addressed, they fixed the sullen expression across their face.

“Ah, none taken! I’ve just had a tough day, what with this shithead and all.” A playful poke to their partner who just laughed again.

“You’re in for it when we get home!” They stuck out their tongue.

The other went back to catch the items they’d missed in that time, slipping the chocolate bar in their pocket. 

“Alright, cash or card?”

“Card please.”

“Your receipt?” 

“Sure, why not.”

“Perfect. Have a good one!” 

“You too!”

The taller one took most of the bags, but the other still managed to carry one. They were almost out the door when a voice shouted out.

“Oh! Excuse me, I think you forgot one of your items!” The cashier held up the hammer, and the couple turned around. Neither came forward to claim it, but with a nudge and a whisper, the shorter allowed the cashier to drop it into their bag. “Can’t do any demolition without that, can you?” 

“Absolutely not, I’m glad we didn’t forget it!” The other didn’t say a word, struggling to lift the bag now, and then the two were gone. 

.

“Interesting what you choose to forget, darling.” A hissing whisper in their ear, so different from the friendly persona they put on in public.

“I don’t… I don’t know what you’re implying,” they averted their eyes as the trunk of the car opened. Fuck. 

Their captor’s foot landed on their broken ankle and they had to suppress a scream.

“I let you have one good leg for today. Don’t let me regret it.” The bag was taken right out of their hand. “In.”

They crutched up to the passenger door but a clearing of the throat stopped them.

“Childlock doesn’t work on that seat.”

Somehow, climbing into the back was more humiliating after that comment. The door was slammed shut before they could do so themself, and they felt the car shake with how hard the trunk was slammed. A horrible indicator of what was to come.

“I behaved around the store,” they grumbled when the doors locked and the engine turned on. 

“And then you fuckin’ ruined it.” 

“Black and white thinking much…” 

A fist flew against the passenger headrest and they were suddenly grateful to be flinching in the backseat.

“I’m buying a car with blacked out windows. That way, next time, I can throttle you in the backseat.”

[powderflower]

does hangman know that swerve went around carrying the chain he choked him out with for a good couple of weeks?

[cannebady]

Okay the love letter scene is so fucking sweet and properly romantic but also I am trash and just think for a second about Ed's hands being strong enough to choke someone out one-handed while gently holding Stede's love letter in the other.

[therighthandofvengeance]

Talia: do you ever have one of those days where no matter what, you just feel ugly?

Ivanova: Why would that happen to you? Your neck still looks just as choke-able as the last time I saw you.

[sexwithaninja]

Letting my fiancée and her bestie move my stuff out of an ex's house and the amount of trust it's taking me to let them handle it is mad. This is a woman who has had her hand round my throat and suspended me from a ceiling but somehow letting her dismantle my bed and carry my chair down the stairs feels more vulnerable

[phantomuheist]

@ama-tcra-su said: // god pray for him this poor boy is forced to eat cement at the age of 8 😭🙏

"It was horrible. I could've died... and no one would care. Which is why I'm glad to be alive, as much as I'd love to make my bullies die of eating and choking on it."

[revenant-coining]

Rosenahakiic

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requested by @ghostly-blu

Rosenahakiic: a gender connected to hanahaki disease ( and specifically roses ) such as one coughing and finding bloody flower petals afterwards, choking on roses, and the taste of rose petals as well as blood mixed, vomiting roses, thorns caught in ones throat, and other things connected to hanahaki.

Etymology: rose, (ha)nahaki, “ic” meaning of or pertaining to

Pronounced: rose nah-ha-kee ick (rose nahaki ic)

@radiomogai , @oneofmanyarchives

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[jtownraindancer]

I forgot to share the insane exchange I had with my mother during dinner last night:

Mum's sitting there eating her salad, and starts to choke on a piece of lettuce. I panic, ready to do something, when she clears it up herself and waves me away.

"Please don't scare me like that," I quip, trying to make light of the situation. "The Heimlich is the one thing they didn't teach me in First Aid."

My beloved mother, with all the dry humour I've come to inherit, replies with a grin. "It's okay. I would have talked you through it."

@hopefuldreamers-world

[strebcrarchivess]

Dumb ways Streber has nearly died: while drinking ramune one time he accdently swallowed the marble somehow 😔

[nyanashima]

trying something a little different to get out of my writer's block. this made me giggle despite my school burnout, so enjoy this is not edited lmao Content warnings: MAJOR LESSON 16 SPOILERS, language, death mention, choking mention, nsf/w language and imagery (kinda??)

AITA for killing the foreign exchange student?

Okay, I know it sounds bad, but I hope you'll read the whole story before making a decision. I'll provide some backstory.

Myself (6000M), six of my brothers (6000+M), and one of my sisters (5000F) got in a really big fight with the rest of our family a while ago. Long story short, my sister used her position to help out her long-distance boyfriend. The whole thing eventually ended with us all getting kicked out, and my sister passing away. It was a really hard time for all of us. 

Through some weird coincidence, we ended up being helped out by the son of our new school's principal (or something-- either way, he's a nepotism baby). We'll call him D. This is important for later.

Along the way, I realized that my sister's boyfriend and his family were the reason this all happened. They really didn’t deserve her and took advantage of her kindness. If she hadn't met them, she wouldn't have been put in a bad position and would therefore still be alive.

Fast forward a few years, and my oldest brother (let's call him L) has started kissing the ass of our principal's son. It's fucking annoying how much he sucks up to him. I honestly think they're dating but that's neither here nor there.

D suddenly announces that the school's doing a foreign exchange, and they're bringing in two members of the family that oh, you know, got my sister killed. Even though I’m well within my right to be upset, L is too busy sucking D's dick to care, and he fucking locks me in the attic. For months.

So the exchange student (we'll call them MC) comes, and starts living in our house like nothing even happened. 

Here’s where it gets dicey, but I’ll try to explain as best I can.

MC eventually finds me in the attic, and I convince them to let me out. I’m finally able to avenge my sister, so I choke MC a little. Big deal. They die and my brothers are super upset, as if I wasn’t doing them a favor?? They’re all mad at me, and then it comes out that MC was actually my sister’s love child from before she died, so now they’re extra mad at me. I don’t know what to do. I know murder is kind of frowned upon but they’ve all done it too, so they have no room to judge. Imo they’re all being pretty ungrateful.

So, that’s the story. Tell me, Reddit, am I the asshole?

[fictionalnormalcy]

Me wanting to write more scenes where Viggo and Stoick interact. Considering the one scene we got was when Stoick stormed into the tent and lifted Viggo out of the chair by the neck and nearly strangled him to death. 

[larry-hiatus]

omg yess!! the people demand a choking fic 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥 (lol only if u want to ofc)

We shall see! Hehehe

[cate-geo]

I’m so sick of smut and adult content not tagging or warning choking

I see it everywhere and I’m never prepared for it because it’s never warned

[divintiies]

hyeseong could easily kill doyun if he wanted to.

at that moment, every instinct from his training is screaming at him to end doyun's life right then and there. instead, he’s trying to be patient enough for doyun to come to him. "if you wanted to bite me you would have tried before now and we wouldn't be having this conversation. come here." he grabs doyun's arm and gently brings him closer, pointedly making sure it was close to his lap. "need to figure something out, so hurry the hell up."  doyun relaxes a little when hyeseong has a point and allows himself to be pulled closer until he's practically in his lap. "mm, guess you have a point," he says and puts his palms flat on hyeseong's thighs, still hesitant, but willing. and then he asks, "figure what out?" 

hyeseong doesn't answer him verbally, instead pulling doyun even closer until he really was on hyeseong's lap, hands placing on doyun's waist with a firm grip. he looks into his eyes for a moment and studies them, wages a war inside himself between his hunter roots and the person who hyeseong had over time grown to become by being with doyun. he then sighs and lets his hands slip from doyun's hips and gently along the lower half of his back, forehead resting gently on doyun's chest and goes, "figuring out if i can ignore the fucking voice in my head that tells me i should kill you." a few beats before he softly goes, "apparently i'm good at tuning dumb shit out. it's a learned trait." it's pointed, a jab at doyun but it has no malice behind it. instead he digs his nails down the lower part of doyun's spine and asks, "are you finally done worrying about stupid shit? you should have been sitting on my dick ten minutes ago."

doyun's studying hyeseong studying him but doesn't fight being pulled into his lap further even though everything in him is screaming to put distance between them. but he doesn't move when hyeseong's hands move from his waist to his back, or when he presses his forehead to doyun's chest, or when he speaks. he arches his back when hyeseong's nails dig into his back and lets out a soft breath as his eyes slip shut. "you should kill me," he says softly, though he's not sure if hyeseong even would. and as he nudges him to lean back, doyun straddles his waist a little more surely. "but if you're not going to, i can definitely ride you instead." hyeseong hums, leaning back when prompted, props himself on his elbows and runs his hands along doyun's legs. he wouldn't kill doyun, even though he knows he should. the voice was loud but not as loud as his heartbeat as doyun sat upon him, looking every bit ethereal and having hyeseong want to curse that fate would be so cruel to them both. his expression barely changes but his eyes darken further with lust, gently squeezing the meat of doyun's thighs and goes, "be a waste to kill you now with the offer of you sitting on my lap like a good little slut is on the table. get to work. owe me for making me wait so damn long."

his skin feels both cold and warm where hyeseong runs his hands on his thighs. doyun's heart is beating quickly, but he doesn't know if its because he's scared of him or excited by him (probably a little of both). and he offers a hum in response at first as he rolls his hips, a little to tease and a little to test, before he sits up just enough to reach behind to wrap his hand around hyeseong to line him up. "mhm," he says, lowering his hips down slowly, "guess you can always save that 'til after you come down my throat, huh?" and as he sits all the way down so hyeseong bottoms out, doyun lets out a sultry, "holy shit," and plants his hands firmly on hyeseong's chest to keep himself grounded.

"you'd love that, wouldn't you? drooling and gaging on my cock like it's the last thing you'll ever do. would probably die happy, wouldn't you?" hyeseong takes doyun's ass in his hands and gives a harsh squeeze, nails digging into the flesh and mumbles, "get to it. want to see you fall apart on my cock and i'm getting tired of waiting." doyun wanted him so bad it was almost painful. despite that, he's careful as he starts his rhythm, rolling his hips around leisurely. because fuck if he doesn't feel so full, and fuck if it doesn't feel so good, and fuck if he didn't want this more than he could breathe in that moment. and hyeseong let’s himself just feel doyun for a few moments, biting his lip at each roll of the hips, each time he easily took him, as if he was made for it. sometimes hyeseong feels like doyun was crafted just for him, made to be with him, upon him like that; letting himself finally fall flat onto his back on the mattress, slightly shifting their positions so doyun hovered more over him.

hyeseong slides his hands up to take a hold of doyun's hips again, plants his feet on the mattress and barely warns doyun with a simple, "hold on," before he thrusts up the moment doyun comes back down towards him. hyeseong sets a brutal pace from the start, giving deep, powerful strokes as he does so. doyun barely had enough time to lean forward and grip the sheets on either side of hyeseong's head before he thrusted hard. the only thing he can offer in response then is, "fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, right there," in a way that bordered on screaming. all thoughts of how they shouldn't be doing this are fucked into the back of his mind while his head falls between his shoulders and his body feels like it's on fire everywhere his skin meets hyeseong's.

and hyeseong would never get tired of this, of being connected with doyun in such a way. even if he shouldn't want doyun as badly as he does, he aches too much with it to give him up. to act like he doesn't crave him. "look at you," he taunts, one hand slipping off doyun's hip to reach up and push bangs from the vampire's face, hands gentle, a contrast to how aggressively he was snaping his hips upwards. "already screaming like a whore, making sure everyone can hear how good i'm fucking you." he grips a doyun's hair to maneuver it up enough so that hyeseong was looking him in the eyes, makes sure doyun can see his desire for him even though his words are a taunt. "fuck, already falling apart and i barely did anything. pathetic."

it's almost overwhelming, the way that hyeseong is all around him, invading every heightened sense that doyun possesses. the only thing he can feel, the only thing he hear. it's all hyeseong. hyeseong, hyeseong, hyeseong. and he doesn't know if the mantra is only in his head or it's coming out of his mouth, too, but he can't be bothered to care, not when his hands are gentle while his hips are anything but. not when when he grips doyun's hair to pull him back so he can see, not when doyun's so captivated by the heat in hyeseong's gaze that he can't help but let his own eyes flutter shut. hyeseong lets go of doyun's hair in favor of trailing his hand downward, along his throat, lingering there but not applying pressure yet. he wanted to hear doyun beg some more before he made it so he couldn't make any sound, at all. doyun can feel the wetness on his face (sweat, tears, or spit, he doesn't know) as he processes the silent demand. and doyun's all too willing to oblige. "please," he says, but it comes out as half a groan as he opens his dazed eyes to look at hyeseong below him again. "please, fuck, please."

hyeseong wants to engrave how doyun looks above him in his memory, wants to play it again on repeat later when he's alone and thinking of him. doyun looks beautiful on top of him, moaning his name over and over again, saying it like a prayer. his thumb is gentle as it rubs along the side of doyun's throat, and once those desperate pleas hit his ears he lets himself smirk, a dangerous, cocky thing. "good boy," he all but purrs before he finally wraps his fingers around doyun's throat and applied the pressure he knew the other was craving right at the same time doyun's hips slammed back down onto him. he counts down in his head before ever so slightly loosening his grip on doyun's throat, allowing him to breathe for a moment. doyun’s breath comes back to him all at once only for it to be expelled again in a rushed and loud, "fuck, fuck, fuck," as hyeseong thrusts again and again, his movements stilling after the second one. 

"such a pretty, fucked out look you have on your face. ah, just love getting used like my little fuck toy, don't you? don't worry. i'll fill you up just like i know you like. sloppy slut." and doyun's incoherent, can only offer a whine as he rolls his hips chasing the friction he wants, no, needs. he's desperate now waiting for hyeseong to continue, he was so close and now he can feel it slipping away slowly as a hand tightens on his throat again. "'m your.. your slut."  hyeseong groans softly as he feels the pulse of doyun around him, eyes fluttering shut for a moment at the sensation. "i want you to come untouched on my cock, understand?" he then eases doyun up almost all the way off him before thrusting again, picking up the brutal pace he originally had, this time with his only goal in mind to have doyun fully come apart on him. 

and when hyeseong finally gives doyun what he needs, when he finally fucks into him with the sole purpose of ruining him, doyun can only let out a strangled moan as he moves his hands to leverage himself on hyeseong's chest. he needs to feel his skin under him, needs to ground himself as he can feel it coming now, quicker than before, that warmth starting low in his belly spreading through him until it feels like he's playing with fire.  "close," is all he can get out around hyeseong's hand on his throat, and doyun digs his nails into his chest as he feels his body draw taut, a wire ready to snap. "close," he repeats in the same choked moan. 

and then it hits.

all at once his thighs tighten around hyeseong's chest as he paints them both in streaks of white and his eyes all but roll into the back of his head. hyeseong moans at the feel of doyun tightening around him as he does; barely feels the sting of the marks, instead letting doyun ride out his high before going to chase his own. hyeseong lets go of doyun's throat finally and fucks into him with abandon, no longer caring how sloppy his movements are, only chasing his own high as he thrusts deeply inside doyun. when he feels like the string is drawn too taut, feels like he's about to fully fall over the edge he grabs doyun by the back of his neck and brings their mouths together in a searing kiss. it's uncoordinated and sloppy, him licking into doyun’s mouth just to get a taste of him, before he's groaning low in his throat as he feels each pulse of his release as it fills up doyun. 

doyun can feel it. the way hyeseong's hips stutter as he finally reaches his own climax and stills inside him. the only thing he can really do at that point is collapse down on hyeseong's chest, his own heaving as he searches for his grip on reality. once hyeseong feels like there's nothing left to give he finally lets go, gently massaging the spot his hand gripped in a silent apology before falling lax. he closes his eyes for a moment to catch his breath, free hand running along doyun's back to massage in soothing circles, a stark contrast to just how aggressive they were only a moment prior. he leaned in to give him another kiss, this time a bit more gentle, tinged with something sweet. a soft kiss. it’s the juxtaposition doyun needs as he comes down.

but then hyeseong felt the trickle that ran down doyun’s thigh and almost groaned out loud, realizing why. quietly in almost a murmur, he tells doyun, "on your back, baby.” he wanted to see it, wanted to run his fingers along the mess he made. 

and when doyun’s like this, he wonders how anyone could think that what they have is wrong. then hyeseong was laying him back and sliding down his body—

they definitely weren’t finished yet.