#chocking tw

[hcze]

@sweetbitterbitten​ for Jane ;w;

         Ebony dust seemed to trickle in, gliding along his hands slowly as the dream began to turn into a nightmare. Alphonse remained silent, standing by the feet of the bed in which a lady was been resting. Usually he would stand closer, even prowl onto the bed and hover over the person’s frame;  press down a little until air would be lacking, gasps and smacking with hands trying to push away his strength, and then... There would be no need for breathing.     This lady bursted with bad dreams. The twitching in her expression, her eyes shut tight... His own mirrored her action as he tried to see what she was dreaming. Flashes in red, ghostly faces... A RED ROOM. If he had any mercy in his bones he would let the poor one to rest, but alas power was all he sought. And power made him seek more, greed taking the best of him, Alphonse found himself crawling into the bed anyway, stealthy like a predator, ready to wrap his arm around her neck to provoke distress, infuse her dreams with FEAR and DESPAIR.          ❛ It’ll only last a while...  ❜

#↪ Alp #Dreamscape ||: darlin’; I’m a nightmare ─ ( main ) #Nightmare ||: seduce & destroy ─ ( arc ) #Chocking tw #int ( sweetbitterbitten ) #sweetbitterbitten Jane | Alp ( 001 ) #sweetbitterbitten ( 001 )

[gavi4me]

Jude’s birthday

Warnings - smut, Dom! Jude, sub reader, degradation, slight chocking, cursing. (Might be more but all I can think of rn )

Slight angst, fluff, & smut

“You’re being ridiculous!” Jude yelled from the stairs as you ran off to your room with tears in your eyes. You slammed the door shut, mascara surely making you look like a panda at that moment. You grabbed his gift you bought him and went over to your desk, grabbing scissors, promptly cutting the gifts fabric and spitting on them. It was Jude’s birthday. Everything had to go perfect. But he had to ruin it. You wanted to do something special. You decided to rent out a London club to host a party for him. Everyone would be there, including his closest friends.(no invitation for the parents bc you actually wanted to have fun) you wanted to make a good impression while still looking sexy. You wore a small sequence top with a couple different colors and a short skirt to match it, making your chest look delicious. Jude apparently didn’t like how skimpy the dress was tell you that you looked like a whore basically asking for men to approach you. You were mad that he called you a whore over a dress. He was the one with a bunch of sexy woman (or girls😔) at his feet. Shouldn’t you be the angry one?

(The dress is at the top)

That night instead of celebrating at the club and having fun, you were in your biggest hoodie that wasn’t Jude’s while watching the notebook, crying hard.

Jude on the other hand had gone to the party, not really caring if you were upset. He had drank a lot that night, dancing around, being the funny drunk Jude he was.

~

You finally built the courage to talk to Jude, possibly even apologize. You hadn’t realized he left the house though. You searched the entire premise, deciding to finally call him.

No answer

Where could he be?

~

“Happy birthday to Judy boy! Happy birthday day to you!”

Jude sat around a large, 8 tiered cake ordered by you, surrounded by his closest friends, brother, and a few other plus-ones but something in him didn’t feel right. He had this weird feeling in his stomach. Guilt maybe?

He had put his phone on silent for whatever reason and didn’t realize the many calls and messages left by you.

~

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” You yelled at your phone, starting to feel enraged.

“Please leave your message for 20-“

“FUCK!” you yelled, throwing your phone as hard as you could on to the couch like an iPad kid does when they fall in tower of hell, starting to get angry again.

You finally decided to give up on calling him, assuming he was at a bar drinking.

You went on to instagram to procrastinate, but instead you saw on one of Jude’s close friends stories and photo of Jude holding a beer bottle, seemingly drunk at the club YOU rented. Everyone was there, except you. Now you were pissed, feeling all sorts of ways. Sad, angry, frustrated, the list can go on and on.

Jude gave no shits about you. He never cared if you were there. If you stopped texting, would he realize? Or did he not care that much.

~

Jude was on his uncountable glass of beer, unable to walk. Everyone was leaving as it was nearing 1 am.

“Fuck Jude. How will you get home? I’m taking a taxi.” One of Jude’s friends said. Jude wasn’t listening though. He was sitting on a barstool, ‘on the radar’ by Drake & central cee playing in the background, to wasted to understand words.

It was only Jude and 3 of his close friends. Everyone else had left or were hooking up in the bathroom.

“Just text his girl. We are all too intoxicated to drive.” One of his friends suggested.

Jude shook his head hard knowing you were still very much mad at him.

“Yeah let’s do that.” The other said not looking at Jude.

They took Jude’s phone, calling you.

~

You were in the shower crying to ‘someone you loved’ by Lewis capaldi. (Istg this song makes me cry so hard - especially the music video. Recommend)

“I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved” you sang/cried (either fits in).

When the song ended you stepped out of the shower, grabbing your towel, leaving a little trail of your wet footsteps to the bedroom.

-ring ring ring-

Someone was calling you.

*incoming call*

Jude Bellingham

What did he want? As if you wanted to know.

You went back in fourth on whether you should pick up or decline. In the end you picked up, truly wondering why he had the nerve of calling you.

“-hello?” You said

“Hey Jude’s like really drunk and we are all taking cabs. Can you come pick him up?”

“Can’t someone call him a cab?” You asked annoyed that they were calling you to help Jude, the man who didn’t seem to care about you.

“Well-no……”

You sighed in annoyance. You really hated Jude’s friends sometimes.

“I’ll be there in 15”

“Perfect. We’ll be gone by then but there is a bartender still watching him.”

You hung up without another word, rethinking what you had just agreed to.

~

You took a deep breathe before opening the door. How drunk was Jude? As Jude’s friends promised, jude was the only one in there except for a bartender who was wiping down some tables. He seemed to be starring into the abyss out on a stool.

“Jude” you said with an annoying tone.

“Y/n?” He said looking up. “What are you doing here” he said starting to smile almost forgetting everything that happened earlier. He came in for a hug but you grabbed his hand harshly and walked to your car.

“Someone’s in a bad mood.” He said as you made him sit in your car, buckling him up as well.

“Well I wouldn’t be mad if you hadn’t gone to the party I organized without me over a stupid skirt your jealous ass couldn’t handle other men to see me in.” You said slamming the door.

“Are you being serious right now?” He asked looking at you with red eyes and a strong alcohol stench in his breath. “That skirt was far too short. I can just imagine any guy eye fucking you.”

“Jude! I picked your drunk ass up from a club and you’re still mad about my skirt? I should be the one who’s angry right now if anything.” You started the car and drove off

“Look I’m really sorry bebé but I don’t like when what’s mine is shown to other people.”

You sat there silent, still trying to focus on the road rather than hear Jude’s lame drunk apology.

“Are you not going to respond?”

No response.

“Fine. I’ll take matters into my own hand.”

He slid his hand down to your knee, moving it up slowly and gently.

Your breathing became faster, trying to not let a moan escape your mouth as he started to cup you through your shorts.

“I might not be able to give you a proper apology while I’m drunk but I know some other ways can.” He said as a smirk formed on his lips.

“Jude, no matter what we do tonight, I’m still mad at you.” You half moaned, pulling into your apartments small parking lot.

When parked, you unbuckled your seatbelt to straddle Jude, promptly attacking his lips. This boy made you so fucking horny.

“Aww look whose running back to me now.” Jude said in between kisses. “You can’t love without my cock.”

“Let’s go inside.” He said before promptly picking you up bridal style, your arm around his neck for extra support while kissing his neck.

(Pretend the alcohol wore off)

When you entered the house he walked to the bedroom and placed you down gently before starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Strip.” He spoke after a second of unbuttoning his shirt.

“How bout no. I’ll strip when I want.” You said sitting up, getting ready to go to the bathroom but Jude came down on you at an instant. Hand around throat as the other was caging you down to the bed.

“I said strip, it wasn’t a question. You want to wear a skirt that shows your ass to everyone in sight and get all upset and angry when i say for you to change, but when I finally tell you to act like a slut you decide to not? I’m gonna go into that bathroom for 1 minute. If you are not stripped by the time I come out, you’ll get it.”. His hand left your throat and he left.

You tried catching your breath though it hadn’t been that tight of a squeeze, you had been holding your breath.

After a few seconds you realized Jude was gonna come out any time now and not wanting to see what “it” was, you started to strip.

You were still taking off your underwear when Jude came out and when he saw, he looked annoyed.

“Did you not hear what I said?” He asked coming over with a furious stomp, pushing you onto the bed again and trapping you. “I said to take your clothes off before I came out and look at you, still taking off your panties. I want you to learn a lesson tonight. That pussy is mine, no one else’s. Got it?”

All you could do was nod before you felt him turn you over.

“What a little whore. You want to show off your ass to every guy at the club but not me. What am I gonna do with you.”

You felt him pull your underwear down to your ankles before repositioning himself.

You felt a harsh smack land on your ass. A little whimper escaped.

“You’ve been so rude to me recently. I don’t think you deserve my cock.” Jude said spanking your ass again.

“I’m so-SORRY” you tried to speak but every time you tried to finish your sentence, Jude would give another spank.

“Finish” he murmured.

“I’m sorry JUDE. I-I promise to BEHAVE b-better.”

“Not good enough.” With that he picked you up almost effortlessly and made you sit on your knees on the floor of the bedroom.

He started to unbuckle his belt, pulling his boxers down after.

“Show me your sorry.”

You looked up at him with innocent eyes knowing that always got him a little less rough.

You took his tip into your mouth and started to like from the head down to the base. You went back up and again, licking the tip, still looking at Jude with big, innocent eyes.

After a few seconds of this, Jude got impatient so he out of no where thrusted into your mouth.

You started to gag at the feeling of Jude’s member touching the back of your throat. You took your mouth out and started to cough as you tried to catch your breathe. Not even a second later, Jude grabbed your hair and lifted you up.

“Who told you to stop? HUH?”

“N-n-no one.” You whispered not looking him in the eye anymore.

“Then why’d you’d stop? I thought you were sorry for what you did.”

You didn’t respond, head facing towards the dresser.

“Look what me when I talk.” He grabbed your jawline, forcefully moved your head to his direction.

“Why’d you stop? WHYD YOU STOP” he yelled.

“I-I’m sorry Jude. It won’t happen again.”

“Good girl. Now get back to it.” He dropped you and you almost immediately took him in. He held your hair into a ponytail, bobbing your head up and down.

“G-good gi-irl.” He said, holding your head where you he was deep down your throat.

You were gagging the whole time, which Jude always loved.

After a couple more rounds of this he pulled out of your mouth out and set you down on the bed again, this time on your back.

He started leaving hickeys from your jaw all the way down to your inner thighs, leaving a trail.

Jude got onto his knees at the end as he pulled your legs closer to the edge of the bed so he could get an easier entrance to you.

He kissed from your foot to your inner thigh before kissing your clit.

“Is this where you need me?” He asked as his thumb started to circle your clit, your back arching off the bed.

“Y-y-yes.” You yelled out, not wanting to wait another minute.

He started on your clit, sucking harshly then moving down and repeating on other places.

“J-j-ude I feel s-so g-good-“

You loved the feeling of his tongue going in and out of your hole, sucking up all the wetness he had caused.

A few more seconds of this and you were about to cum, feeling the tight sensation in your stomach again.

“J-JUDE I’m abou-“ Jude removed his tongue suddenly, making a move to spread your legs.

“W-why’d you stop?”

“Shut up..”

He took his dick into his hand, giving it a few strokes before moving it over your folds.

You whined at his teasing, wanting any form of friction to curse your throbbing pussy.

“Do you think you deserve my cock?”

You nodded desperately, kissing his neck knowing how much loves them.

“Words”

“Yes p- please.” You said while moving your arms around his neck to pull him down. Before you could kiss him he grabbed both arms and pinned them above your head.

“Don’t fucking touch me. Be patient. Don’t be an impatient brat on top of being a slut.” He said before suddenly slamming into you.

You gasped loudly at the feeling of him moving in and out almost instantly, not caring if had adjusted to his size or not.

“J-j-Jude” you moaned out quietly, not wanting to disrupt the neighbors as it was now nearing 3.

“Don’t hold back your moans. I want hear how good I make you feel.”

The only sounds heard throughout the room was the skin-to-skin noise of Jude’s abdomen bouncing off your ass, moaning, and heavy deep breathes.

“Keep doing that…G-god you’re so fucking tight.” He said speeding up, your breasts bouncing even more making Jude lick his lips before nibbling on one of the nipple and the other in between his fingers, toying and squeezing it.

“I-im gonna c-cum…” you announced, feeling the tightness in your stomach build up.

“Whose pussy is that?” Jude asked slowing down, almost at a complete stop.

“Y-yours..”

“Whose?”

“JUDE BELLINGHAMS” You yelled out, just wanting to cum.

Jude suddenly pulled out fully, turning you over so you were on fours. Not wasting another second, he entered, regaining the previous speed if not faster.

“Good girl….”

Your arms gave out so you rested your head on the bed as he kept pounding into you mercilessly.

A string of moans left your mouth as you reached your high. You loved when Jude got all angry and best of all his drunk sex, though it sounds bad, you loved when the sex had a little or sometimes big kick to it.

After around half a minute of Jude continuously pounding into you without a break, you started to feel overstimulated.

“Jude it’s t-too m-much..” you murmured, afraid he’ll get angry again. “P-please p-p-pull ou-t”

“I’m not stopping until I cum baby girl” Jude said slowing down a bit, loving when you begged him for something.

You whined at his response, just wanting for him to finish.

A couple seconds later he finished and pulled out fully. You laid against the bed in child pose as Jude went in the bathroom to start a shower.

He came a minute later and picked you up, walking towards the shower.

You were half asleep, legs had given out by that point so Jude was just carrying you while under the stream. He set you on the shower bench and started to wash your hair, careful to not disturb you.

After the shower he dried you both down, grabbing some clothes from the big closet to help you change.

Once everything was ticked off, he laid down next to you in the bed to cuddle.

“Mmmm Jude….” You muffled under your breath.

“I’m here baby girl.” He said kissing your forehead. “You did so good….”

A/n

This felt so weird to write tbh as I usually only write pedri and gavi smuts. I guess that changed today. Had a little inspiration from these smuts : black satin & after hours You should go follow them if you don’t already because they have some great work. Anyways, I’m quite new to tumblr so just bare with me if I’m quite slow at doing stuff 😅

#jude bellingham #sub!reader #light angst #fluff #smut #d0m/sub #birthday #degredation kink #degrading tw #chocking

[exycourtbesties]

bisexual peace sign of the century renee walker

#chock up a win for bisexuals #Lazarus aftg #aftg #renee walker #jean moreau #aftg fanart #tw blood #lets pretend the steering wheels on the right side 🫶 #my art #reneejean #tsc

[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.

#genshin haunted dolls au #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin drabble #genshin horror #tw horror #tw yandere #platonic yandere #genshin impact scenarios #yandere harbingers #genshin harbingers #dottore #il dottore #yandere dottore #dead dove do not eat #genshin scenario #tw chocking

[craycraybluejay]

Saw a Reddit post about a cis woman infantilizing trans men, and this is why I think cis women are THE most annoying version of transphobia in the world. Like yeah a cis man will tell you "kys tranny" but he's not very well going to take the time to psychologically torture you for the heck of it by treating you like you are exactly [three] years old.

#im sorry but cis women are so much more likely to be really fucking weird to trans people #i cannot stand them #tw suibaiting #mentioned #transphobes #infantilization #transandrophobia #bite kill maim #look im not a misogynist BUT i dont trust women for shit #they are literally taught never to talk straight at people which results in some of the most convoluted psychological warfare ever #also on one side there's transphobic misogynists on the other side there's terfs #and very few women i've met cis OR trans have been normal about trans men and transmasculine people #even the tumblr trans community is chock full of either trans women telling us we're oppressing them and also us being hated doesn't matter #and spouting transandrophobic bullshit #but the cis women 'allies' who are like 'i know trans guys i have a trans friend who most definitely isnt scared to tell me off for my #fucked up behaviour' #the thing is this is very much how women bully other women so actually #newsflash #transmascs are not 'tme' and literally all fucking trans people are endangered by transmisogyny #some of you gals just have a superiority complex about it bc you want to have someone to look down on #almost every man I've met who is not old as hell or a borderline nazi is just. normal about it. #if a woman is too interested in your transness? run for the fucking hills #no she most probably won't physically attack you but she will try her damnedest to psychologically ruin you #not sorry if i come off as an asshole #these people are WAY too comfortable making us uncomfortable #i have had it up to here #if anyone tries to infantilize me for any reason i will scare them till they beg ME to leave them alone #idk how other people tolerate it but i sure as hell won't #and i am absolutely not above hitting a woman if she's touching me against my will #you want to baby me and constantly touch me and shit you are getting slapped into sunday

[angelbvn]

“just talk!”

shut up.

#tw these tags are triggering #you don’t #get #it #you don’t understand how difficult that is for me #i have never been heard my whole life. i’ve been a ghost living in this shell for so so long. #i can’t just speak. i can’t just talk about my issues; i was never allowed to and when u did i got ignored or yelled at or told to shut up #or beat #or r@p3d #or chocked #or cut #or broken #i #can’t #just #talk

[daisiesonafield-blog]

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

#either way #good #ppl are just unbelievable smh #tw chocking #fitfwt milwaukee

[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

#west writes #headcanons #nsft #anxious angel #jailbird #eldbitch entity #smooth criminal #divorced deity #tw collar #tw chocking #tw leash

[royalhouseofcarrington]

Lady Anne Bradstreet

TW: Anne's not a great person and brief mention of hanging

Anne Henrietta Von Trape Bradstreet was the 7th child and 4th daughter of George Von Trape with his third wife, Mary Kutschera, born on May 10th, 1727. George later died in 1734, leaving young Anne at home with her mother. Alongside her younger sisters, Anne was taken into the home of her second eldest sister, Mary, when she married Prince Kristof, later King Kristof V, in 1737.

In September of 1746, Anne was introduced to Howard Newton, the son of a wealthy merchant. Anne and Howard took a liking to each other immediately and Anne reportedly said in a letter to her sister that, “Even if he was a mill-boy, I would have no greater duty or honor than to be the one he takes to be his bride.” The couple became engaged February 14th of 1747, although their happiness was short-lived. In September, Howard was called to trial for the murder of three other prominent merchants, including his father. Howard, despite his innocence, was found guilty and Mary very quickly had Anne removed from the situation, much to her distress. In a letter to the youngest sister, Elizabeth, Mary wrote: “I do truly worry of Anne. She loves Howie so, but I can not bare to see my sister marry a convicted murder.” Howard was hung in mid-November and quietly buried shortly thereafter, with Anne visiting his grave every day. 

Worried about her sister’s reputation, Mary and Kristof arranged for her to marry John Bradstreet, a friend of Anne’s who she had drifted away from over the years, and had never been seen publicly. Anne wrote to the eldest sister of the Von Trapes, Margareta that: “If I am to marry John, then it is because Mary and Kristof wish for it to be so. I would much rather be the bride of a dead man than of a living one.” The couple married in early February of 1748. 

Anne and John had a distant marriage and only had three children, Howard (b, 1752), Eloise (b. 1753) and James (b. 1756). Of all of her children, Anne doted on Howard, believing him to be the reincarnated spirit of her dead lover, which horrified her husband and the rest of her family. She often slept in her bed with Howard by her side and often never let him out of her sight, but the same overprotectiveness was not granted to her other two children, whom she treated harshly and cruelly. Eloise wrote in her own diaries later that: “It seemed as though my mother harboured some amount of grudge against us for reasons we were certainly never told.” 

Anne died in her sleep on July 9th, 1774, one day after her beloved son Howard had gotten married, to a bride that she did not approve of. It was reported that she died from a broken heart.

#royalgallery #royalhouseofcarrington #tw: mentions of death #tw: mentions of hanging #tw: mentions of parental abuse #Von Trape/Von Trapp what's the difference #I heard that Hanging Tree song from the Hunger Games and went... huh #Please note I have never watched or read the Hunger Games so I'm just going off the lyrics that I heard #In case you couldn't tell this tree is chock full of pop culture references #You know things are out of hand when you add in Avatar Aang #I have no regrets

[witch-of-illusions]

#higurashi #higurashi meguri #mion sonozaki #shion sonozaki #rika furude #again tagging both the twins because I have no clue which one she is #tw chocking

[mayullla]

Title: He waits patiently

Character(s): Thoma (Genshin Impact)

Summary: Haunted dolls au (modern au): There is a doll on the shelves waiting to find a loving home. But as year after year passed your grandfather watched that fragile hope stayed on the shelves. Patiently Thoma waits till he falls into your tiny arms.

Note: Double check tags before reading.

Warnings/tags: fem!reader, child!reader, grandfather pov, multiple sensitive themes, tw!horror, tw!nightmare: attempt(?) tw!murder (tw!chocking), dolls have tw!depression and tw!anxiety, slight violence, tw!cutting, dark themes!!

Haunted doll au masterlist

Thoma was an interesting case. Your grandfather had created him with the inspiration of Germany. The doll had a light glow not as strong as most yet it was still there, a certain beauty in it. The doll, Thoma was its name, was carefully crafted and when he was finally done your grandfather carefully choose the outfit of the doll.

Most dolls always enjoyed this process, finally created they could play dress-up and create themselves a face or mask. Some wished to have a princess like dress, while others choose a more elegant look. Others choose a more wild fashion for them while others had a sharper look.

It was the last step to make their glows a little stronger, to give them a face of who they were even without a name.

Yet Thoma was never satisfied with anything your grandfather presented to him. Multiple outfits he presented or drew yet the doll never liked it.

Well rather than dislike, it was more so that the doll just wasn't content.

It was only later when your grandfather was dressing another doll, a doll with blue hair and dark blue eyes, a family set did he notice a small curious glow coming from the doll he was having trouble with.

Thoma was curious about the clothes that your grandfather was holding and when your grandfather presented them to him. The soft glow shined a little brighter.

Thoma was a beautiful doll, having a boyish smile that was charming and cute. But in the eyes of many collectors, he wasn't as pretty or unique as the other dolls... moving towards another doll with more interest.

Your grandfather watched time and time again as people even children pass the doll by in favor of something else or getting something custom made.

One year turned to two and two turned to more- your grandfather was cautious as he approached that doll every day to clean it up or check if anything was out of place.

It was weird that everywhere around that doll was always clean and tidy with a sight of dust while others right beside it became dusty. There was a certain hope in the doll your grandfather noticed, even after years of waiting and waiting it was still looking forward to a prospect of a home.

But things can't always be so hopeful forever, for even people would lose hope after so long and fall down.

Your grandfather shouldn't have seen it coming, yet at the same time what could he do?

What was he supposed to do when he woke up from a nightmare leaving him hearing nothing but the sounds of his heartbeats and the memory of a lonely voice that slowly turned to painful ringing to the ears?

How something felt like was stabbing his chest with the question why cust circling in his mind, in front of him. The question why he isn't picked, why is he left alone like this, why... why? why?? WHY!?!

It was like a wall of text where ever your grandfather looked it was just why, black and white whys covered his sight as if he was drowning in it. How in front of him was a figure made out of scratched words of loneliness, hope, desperation and pain.

It was hard to breathe when the figure grabbed your father by the neck choking him, begging him asking him why was he like this as if it didn't understand what it did wrong.

The sounds of shouting and yelling small yet slowly grew louder and louder, made your grandfather feel like his ears were bursting as he tried to remove the figure's hands from his neck only to drag the ragged letters that cut your grandfather's skin.

Even when your grandfather woke up when he looked in the mirror. When nothing was there, his neck was sore and ached, his hand itchy from getting cut leaving a numb pain.

He didn't know when he moved from his room to the shop, where so many dolls lined up resting and watching him.

Was it because he was tired? Because the weight on his shoulder felt heavy than before? Was someone holding him down? He was so close, so close to throwing the doll to the ground, one doll. Please just one doll…

“Grandpa?” Your grandfather flinched at the sound, his ears sensitive from the quietness of his shop that was yet to open. You were looking at your grandfather sleepily unable to see your grandfather's expression as you rubbed your eyes with your hand.

It happened so suddenly... when your eyes landed on the doll in your grandfather's hand your eyes suddenly awake in interest trotting up to him.

Who is this you asked, and your grandfather silently stared at you... and unable to give an excuse just told you who the doll was... Thoma was his name, he was a doll that was on the shelves for a long time and your grandfather didn't know what to do with him.

He was so close to shattering it.

He wasn't sure if he should stop you when you suddenly spoke out loud that you will buy him then! You will give him a home and give that doll many cuddles and smooches!

Your grandfather was a tired man, the pain in his neck still fresh on his mind made it hard to breathe so he lets you do as you please. Too tired to say no anymore...

He never did, he was too much of a coward.

Yet you surprised him when you push the doll away when he gave it to you, “Did you not want him?” your grandfather ask, but you replied that you wanted to buy the doll from him!

“You don't have to do that…” Your grandfather told you that it was okay to take the doll but again you declined.

You told your grandfather that you want the price of the doll and that you will work to buy the doll from him so that you can give Thoma the experience of being wanted. It was a weird way of putting it, something only a child would say really but he let you do so telling you a price cheaper than anything he had ever sold.

He wanted to get rid of it.

To push everything in your small tiny hands all the nightmares and horrors that he had experienced, even as guilt ate him while he watched you do very simple chores to earn a bit of money he was still able to sleep at night.

When you finally gathered enough money for Thoma, your grandfather hesitantly held the doll not giving them to you. It was his last chance to take back such a fragile doll from you.

You hugged the doll in love and adoration, and all your grandfather did was watched.

Note: Hmmm in my head Thoma is the last doll you got from your grandfather. (technically... but that might change again later on-) Grandpa has too many dolls.

#genshin haunted dolls au #genshin #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #haunted dolls #tw violence #tw chocking #tw attempted murder #tw depression #tw anxiety #tw nightmare #thoma #yandere thoma #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #platonic yandere #obssesion

[cringelordofchaos]

I literally don't get obsessing over non-fictional celebrities. I just can't relate to that feeling. Unless we're talking Abt him he's so gender in his own way (to me)

#tw blood #uhm do youtubers count as celebrities actually? idk and idc #his name ks albert aretz btw #albert Spencer aretz #one time i laughed so much from one of his videos that i quite literally started chocking and then got a cold #🎩🕊️ #blood cw #blood tw #cw blood #blood #youtube flamingo

[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

#dabi #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #tw chocking #tw burns

[chiptrillino]

What about the adults? Iroh would probably make some kind of apple tea but accidentally give himself indigestion with a mild dose of cyanide. June feels like she'd slice an apple while beating someone up. Hakoda totally slices apples for his kiddos (maybe makes a happy face out of them). Not sure about Ozai, Bato, or Jee.

i feel like i have to do a graphic for the atla characters and their apple preferences hahah my problem is... i know many kinds! but only german names.... i didn't think much of the adult. also because i think some don't like apple, could have a mild allergy or are really indifferent about them. like the only thing i am sure of is that gran gran cuts an apple open. lets it out till it shirwls up a bit and then eats it. it gets softer, is less acidy for the teeth, say locals old grannies form my place. i can't find anything online to back me up hahah

i guess its a given that parents slice apples for their kids. and i am sure that hakoda has a scar on his thumb for cutting to deep once on accident. but i also think that in the pole if they have apple they have like really small ones. like they grow like apricot size (they do exist! but i do not live on the poles.... so not sure how it fits with atla poles flora... ) eitherway bato challenged him to fit 5 in his mouth. lets say... don't do this at home kids. luckely hakoda survived (bato: he only fit 3. <-fit 5 in his mouth kya: looser <-fit three in her mouth hakoda: i hate you two) i don't think everything for iroh involves tea though hahah. i like the idea that he accidentally poisons himself. but i am sure he cuts apples up for zuko on the ship and serves them with some tea while zuko has his nose buried in old books and scrolls about the past avatars.

june shares her apples with nyla!!! she bites off peaces and gives it to her lovley shirishu! does nyla only eat meat? probably. but i think small peaces as a treat could still be good for the animal. (so june eats eats apple like a normal person (if she is not accessing her dominance in the pub of course)

jee doesn't care as much??? he eats one as a snack by just biting in them. on a ship they are usually old grainy stale. maybe not as pleasant? so he just here and there eats one maybe he has a bad day and squeezes one in his hand may or may not imagin it to be a certain princes head...

now that i think about it firebenders could like make something like candied apple. they heat the apple up. dip it in sugar that sticks to the hot surface. and then heat it up again till the sugar melts and then hardens clear.

ozai deserves to be chained to the plaza and people get to trow rotten apples at him.

#chip!ask #apples #tw: food #food #steinpepping is the minature apple i know? #at leas i know it as steinpeppelen #they are kids apple acording to my mom. because they look normal apple size in a kids hand hahah. #but my brother pooped them in the mouth and eat then whole like that. #he never chocked #my brother nearly choked on bred dumplings though... #because he didn'T wanted to get cought by dad eating them. but he was cought and then my dad had to like.... scoop the tumbling out. #with a fork #fun childhood memories!!!