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fuck a collar, my hand around their throat is enough. i want to feel their pulse hammer against my thumb, the way their breath hitches when i force them to keep eye contact. the gasp when my grip constricts their airflow and they claw at my wrist, leaving traces of the struggle.

waking up hard with them held to your chest, unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips into theirs while they’re sleeping. they wake up confused, cheek shoved into their pillow, body pinned into the mattress, little noises they can’t contain that make you thrust harder.