#cw: asphyxiation
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Hope you've had a good weekend!! I love your works!!
It's my life's mission to spread the good word of Muelheyak and the possibilities of their enemies to enemies (sexual) dynamic. Would you be willing to cook up some messy elf getting dicked down with extra constrictor tail coiling?
thank you so much for saying so!! and thanks for this delicious request. okay FAIR WARNING it gets a little fucked-up and cruel but god DAMN is Ho'olheyak a blast to write.
cw: choking, asphyxiation, noncon/dubcon, bodily abuse (internal, external), tailsex
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"Asphyxiation is a dreadful way to go."
Ho'olheyak is talking about it the way someone notices the turn of the weather outside: as though she's seated in a quaint little cafe and a gray rain has begun to pitter-patter against the warm glow of the window.
In no way does her tone belie the reality of what she's doing.
Muelsyse is completely bound in her tail, draped backwards over her ample lap. Her head is suspended upside-down, hair trailing and puddling against the floor, the end of Ho'olheyak's tail invading her mouth and worming against the back of her throat as the rest of it wraps around, leaves her more and more light-headed with each sinuous flex around her neck, her chest, her waist.
"But my, your body can take quite a bit, can't it? My lovely little elf."
Muelsyse groans from around her tail, struggling to keep her mouth open, hands helplessly pinned behind her back and against her captor's lap.
"...There you go. You already know what'll happen if you try to bite again. Good girl. Just like that. Open your throat for me."
Ho'olheyak's nails dance across the midline of her body, dipping between the gaps left exposed by her constrictive tail, admiring their way down between her legs. Muelsyse gags, hard and dry, around her tail, but her chest has nowhere to go from beneath it. She's just losing air.
She whimpers, tries to put herself into enough of a state of mind to push past the revulsion, to just focus on the abstract pleasure of being suffocated. If she tries to think of anything else, she's lost. She just has to live. She doesn't know what's in her captor's head-though as her fingers stroke deep between her legs she finds her prior suspicions confirmed-but the luxury to think beyond behaving in a way that pleases Ho'olheyak is long since passed.
She has to satisfy her. Her tongue laves obediently, and her legs squirm slightly apart to demonstrate her compliance.
Her reward is a wicked, sin-sweet laugh as one, two, three fingers plunge inside, too easily to hide what effect she's having on her body.
"...My, I didn't expect you for the type." She articulates her comments with deepening pumps of her fingers. "And just look at your pretty little neck now-" She coos, knowing full well Muelsyse can't see, even as part of her tail loosens from around it as the tip continues to swab it deeper, "-Your throat pushes forward whenever I push a little, like this-"
Tears spring to her eyes as Ho'olheyak demonstrates her complete dominion of her.
"-Like a cute little frog. Ribbit, ribbit. Hehe."
It hurts. It's absolute insanity. It's humiliating. It's-
-over.
All at once, Ho'olheyak slides her tail slowly out of Muelsyse's mouth, letting every inch of it drag from between her lips, letting all the saliva ooze down off of it and out of her mouth while she's still upside-down. It drips down her cheeks, threatens to spill into her nose, but the relief at being able to breathe again supercedes all else. All she can think to do as her tail uncoils from around her is to breathe, breathe, breathe. She's coughing and gasping miserably, her eyes dim and half-mast for want of air, light-headed from being inverted so long.
She's completely distracted with the prospect of simply living that it's already too late when she notices the wet tip of her tail teasing her clit, easing between her soaked lower lips.
"Uuuaaah-" Muelsyse wails as it plunges, wiggles inside, thrusting back and forth with unbelievable dexterity, rolling waves of pleasure along inside of her in a calculated rhythm. Ho'olheyak's hand presses against her stomach drags down low, petting her, and she can feel the shape of her tail bulging up against her fingertips through her body.
"So messy. Listen to that sound." Ho'olheyak teases her, letting each wet slap of every pump echo loudly. "You know...? I can give you something a little extra special. You've been so good for me."
Her tail starts fluttering around, as though looking for something. Muelsyse is already overstimulated, but the moment that the tip of her tail finds what it's looking for, she feels a sharp pain deep, deep inside, and can't help but cry out indistinctly.
"-Right here." Ho'olheyak spreads her free hand over Muelsyse's chest, caressing her pounding heart through her clothing the way a predator prefaces a mortal wound. "Your heart's beating so fast. Because down here-" The hand on her stomach drifts downward again, anchoring her-
"-I'm going to lay my claim to this tight little womb of yours."
The sharp pain from before stretches, intensifies, and Muelsyse sees white as the tail tip breaches the tiny space, flutters itself inside.
It's heaven. It's agony.
And it goes on, and on, and on-Ho'olheyak's tail continues to roll through her cunt, forward and back, even as the tip stays carefully lodged in that space, makes sure everything hurts.
She knows it's what she wants. She knows she won't stop until she's satisfied.
So she opens her mouth and sobs, without trying to hold it back. She doesn't ignore what's happening-rather, it's become a discipline of the lack thereof. She lets the pleasure crest high inside her like a wave-
-and comes, crashing down.
#arknights#ho'olheyak#muelsyse#foetp: your elven blood's stretched the expiration date on your good looks#requests#my writing#blows kisses to the requester#;)#cw: noncon#cw: dubcon#cw: asphyxiation#muelheyak#nsft
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Harder
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#cw: asphyxiation#cw: self-harm#yah gold is a masochist#silver indulges him sometimes#misfits au#my art
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Seven Sentence Sunday
Tagged by @cha-melodius. Thank you. 😘
I spent this week writing my two big bangs, so here's something I wrote recently as part of me trying to work out an outline for a Loki choking kink and trauma fic.
This excerpt is a look at Loki's first experiences with Fandral, but the fic will be Loki x Mobius.
Loki didn’t know what made him do it when he reached up and brought one of Fandral’s hands down to his neck. The warrior stilled, bracing himself up with his other arm to look down at him.
Wordlessly, Loki nodded, spreading Fandral’s fingers and thumb apart, urging him to squeeze. The candlelight flickered, making it hard to read the warrior's expression. He stared up blinking, sure that he'd fucked up, until he felt Fandral press his hand tight around him.
Loki gasped almost in surprise, closing his eyes. His body went slack, euphoric that he had what he wanted at long last.
I know it's late on Sunday for me, but tagging some folk who may want to do this.
@severeforever @highwarlockofphilly @kit-middleton @csinnamon-fox @xianvar @dogboykennedy @greyduckgreygoose
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Fanfiction Prompt
CW for asphyxiation and sort of attempted murder
Lila doesn't like how much time Adrien spends with Marinette despite how much she stammers and trips on her own feet, and as usual, want to embarrass her to drive him away, but they aren't sure what trick they ought to try.
The answer comes in the form of Adrien sneezing from a bird flying by their table on the courtyard, and the talk of allergies arise. Marinette shares that she's allergic to tree nuts like cashews or pistachios, which is why her parents don't add any to the brownies they sell, because even touching them gives her a bad reaction, and suddenly, Lila knows what to do.
The window of opportunity comes the next day during lunch. Lila "bumps" into Marinette and manages to graze a couple of cashews against her skin after nabbing her emergency medicine from her purse. She smirks, wondering what kind of allergic reaction Marinette will get; hopefully something that makes her look awful.
She underestimates how bad Marinette's allergy is. After a few seconds, it's clear Marinette can't breathe. Her breath is coming in pained gasps, she's clutching at her throat, and Adrien, looking terrified, is screaming for help, trying to ask her what's wrong. Alya runs to get the nurse, while Nino goes to alert any of the teachers. Marinette frantically gestures at her bag for the medicine, but it's not there. Thankfully, the nurse manages to reach Marinette in time and rushes her to the clinic.
Lila stands there, stunned, not expecting that, while Adrien tries to follow but is advised to stay where he is and gather Marinette's things; he's never looked so shaken up before.
The plastic bag of cashews peeks out of Lila's bag as Adrien's gaze locks on her, and his look turns murderous as he puts two and two together.
via @agnes-is-wright
#miraculous ladybug#ml#miraculous fanworks#prompt#writing prompt#LoveSquare#adrinette#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#alya cesaire#nino lahiffe#lila rossi#cw: asphyxiation#cw: near-death#cw: anaphylactic shock
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❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜
Eve was differently quiet that day, and Autumn was pleased. He wouldn't have to get rid of a clothes item that day to mute her. It was time for a reward. Having her tied to the chair, Autumn filed her nails, humming a song he's never heard. It made Eve's voice come back, and there she was, in all her splendor, complaining how he was out of tone, going on technicities he couldn't care any less.
"Shut up" he said half-heartedly, containing laughter even. This was better. If only every day could go as smoothly as this one, there wouldn't be bruises on her skin. Not as many, not too fresh. Autumn could focus only on his task instead of losing time taming the wilderness in her.
He adored it. He appreciates the fire within her body and mind, those wits and comebacks that reveal how smart he is. If only Autumn hadn't met Nezumi before her, he wouldn't torn between his admiration and goal. He wouldn't be giving such a forgiving massage to his hands with a green tea-scented perfume that made him think of Nezumi the moment it reached his nostrils.
❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜
Why? "Why are you curious about the matter?" Autumn squeezed her palm. The question wasn't welcomed in the ideal bubble he had created for them that day. But he had to hold his composure. It didn't mind how mentally excruciating their dynamic was, Autumn had to hold his ground, or else he would've put Nezumi through so much for nothing.
Autumn kissed the top of his hands and traced her skin with his fingertips, leaving remanences of the lotion on the inner side of her arm. "It's none of your business." He whispered after gently pushing her hair away and smirked; not like Eve would know. "But since I'm in a good mood, I'll let you know."
Autumn's right hand posed on Eve's neck, "I take my ladies for dinner, I open the door for them…" gradually increasing the pressure around it. "I compliment them on their beauty and elegance. I rejoice in their blushes and kiss them before they let me into their apartment." Autumn took a grasp of air because he could. No one could take the right to breathe from him as he was taking it from Eve.
Autumn gave a shake to her neck, looking for her body to stop that writhing as if it wasn't the result of his actions. "And I fuck them until they're squirming and begging."
But you would never beg, right, Nezumi?
He released her. "No. I don't treat all my ladies like this. You're a special one."
#nezumivc103221#cw: asphyxiation#cw: kidnapping#The way he separates him as Nezumi for his mind and Eve for his body so he doesn't feel guilty!!#❜ «Autumn/Nezumi» ❛
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Anders going into glow stick mode from any strong emotions, thoughts?
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RULER OF MY HEART RULER OF MY HEART
#another banger from vivinos... i knew i hated luka get away from her#alien stage#mizi#sua#luka#blood cw#asphyxiation cw#choking cw#doodles#i dont usually move twitter doodling here but i know there r alien stage fans here...heart...
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Contains: NONCON, AFAB Ajax, there's like one mention of clit and cunt but thats it, top male reader, bottom ajax, mentions of death, implied (forced) cannibalism, implied amputation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, obsessive themes, asphyxiation, dissociation (?im not syre, tagging just incase)
Note: this is a product of me being very horny. I did not proof read this and it's also kinda rushed so if it makes no sense/repeats itself, thats why lmao. anyways, yandere reader >>
A sob escaped Ajax's lips, his thighs shaking as the man hushed him, rubbing his thigh slowly while holding him as close as possible, as tight as possible. The stench of blood lingering in the air made his stomach turn, the taste of it on his tongue and the added feeling of blood being smeared across his thigh, while the man's other hand rubbed his hip, made his body shake more.
"Shh, darlin', you didn't need him anyways." [Name] whispered, slowly moving him up and down with the hand on his hip. His head rested on his shoulder as he watched him, Ajax flinching as his hand moved from his thigh and up his chest, groping his chest. When Ajax made an attempt to elbow him, struggling in an attempt to get away. He heard an annoyed sigh, and before he could apologize, a hand was back on his throat, squeezing it.
"W- wait, 'm sorry, please-" Ajax pleaded, eyes tearing up. His vision started going black, whining and moving his hand to squeeze [Name]'s wrist, whispering barely coherent apologies before the other removed his hand from his already bruised throat, sniffling at the idea of another bruise forming on top of the blue ones he already had.
"Will you be a good boy for me, baby? Or, do I have to take more... Drastic meassures?" The man whispered in his eyes, Ajax's eyes widening as he immediately started shaking his head, sobbing loudly as he apologized like a broken record. [Name] hushed him, slowly thrusting into him, Ajax's toes curling and a sniffle leaving him.
"'m so sorry, please don't hurt him, pleasepleaseplease, I won't misbehave again, just, please leave Luc alone, I promise I'll behave-" Ajax cried out at the nails digging into his thighs, shaking his head.
"N- no, [Name], I'm sorry, please, I won't mention him again, I promise! Please-" The ginger continued sobbing, shaking his head as he was pushed onto his chest, babbling incoherent apologies as [Name] started thrusting quickly into him, a growl sounding in Ajax's ear.
"God fucking damn it, Ajax. You just don't fucking learn, do you? Next thing I know, you'll go out seeing him, as well." [Name] growled as he moved a hand down to his clit, rubbing it as Ajax came with a cry, back arched, eyes rolling back.
"No! No, I promise, I won't! I didn't even mean to see Zhongli, I swear!" Tartaglia whined, thrashing around and trying to struggle out of the ropes around his wrist. [Name] laughed mockingly, grabbing his thigh. He raised it up to his shoulder as he continued fucking his puffy, sensitive cunt, tutting.
"Yeah, sure. I bet you didn't mean for him to end up with his hands up your shirt either, Darlin'. But it's okay now, he's gone." The [HC] male whispered as he stroked his cheek with bloody hands. Ajax gave up trying to escape, letting the man over him use him as he wanted while he withered in pain and pleasure.
"Maybe I should take away your legs? It seems to be the only way to stop you from running, my love." [Name] threatened, moaning at the way Ajax's body tensed underneath him and grabbing both his hips.
Ajax tried to imagine himself back home in the cold weather of Snezhnaya, wrapped up in a blanket and the warm arms of the person he loved. Maybe back in Mondstadt, spending time with his friends. Just, anywhere but there.
"Fuck, 'm gonna cum, sweetheart." The words snapped Ajax out of his thoughts, pleading and sobbing for [Name] to pull it out, telling him he could cum anywhere, just not inside. The unstable man chose to ignore him, his thrusts stuttering as Ajax let out a loud sob, feeling the warmth spreading through his body. The emptiness he felt made his body relax from the relief he felt. He heard rustling of metal before his eyes snapped open and a scream left him, kicking his legs- well, leg.
"Shh, Darlin', it's okay. The pain will be over soon and then,"
"You'll be all mine."
#Robin's works . ♡#top male reader#dom reader#male reader#bottom ajax#sub ajax#bottom tartaglia#sub tartaglia#sub character#cw noncon#cw dissociation#cw asphyxiation#bottom genshin impact#genshin impact x male reader#genshin impact x dom reader
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anyway yeah, duct tape covering sb's mouth isn't Normally enough to suffocate someone but if they're sitting in the wrong position (hunched, or unable to readjust) it is possible they'll be unable to draw enough air to maintain consciousness (especially if panicked), and then - bc of their muscles relaxing - unable to breathe at all. people have died like this
the point of this post being: muses with duct tape covering their mouths, progressively finding it harder and harder to breathe, passing out (maybe the people who are restraining them don't even realise what's happening, or maybe it's on purpose). being found by another muse, who removes the duct tape as a matter of urgent priority. idk
#this was yes spurred by klaus in the boot of a car s1e3 screaming with full breaths of air and me here like. rob sheehan my friend#you'll die#suffocation tw#whump cw#asphyxiation tw
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Strangling Whumpee Appreciation Post!
The desperate gasp when whumper loosens their grip for a moment
Whumpee thrashing and trying to kick whumper away but the grip only tightens
Whumpee begging and pleading for whumper to let them go with every breath they have
Whumpee's chest tightening
Whumpee's head feeling light
The bruises on whumpee's neck
The immense weakness whumpee feels after whumper finally lets go, creating an opportunity for some delicious carewhumping
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Would Darius like a wife who enjoys it rough? Degradation, choking etc? I feel like Eden couldn’t care either way, he’s doing it his way, is it the same for Darius? I just need a fic if you can lol
Darius does also mostly do things his own way. He still asks about what you like, and on rare occasions he'll do it so long as it doesn't involve him in a sub or bottom role.
Choking is something that comes naturally to Dare. When he's fucking you from behind he just naturally wants to cradle your neck and pull you up from all fours onto your knees, your back against his chest. Wants to hold you there by your neck and whisper dirty little things in your ear until your eyes roll back and you're patting at his hand to let go.
Degradation also comes naturally to him. He pents up a lot of things and they tend to come out one way or the other. He calls you runt or whelp a lot. Calls you a his bitch a lot (emphasis on the his part). Says how cute and pathetic it is how easily he can make your legs shake with his tongue alone.
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I need you to choke me all the time, I want to be able to sit in front if the mirror daily and trace the bruises on my neck, I want their to be days where I can barley talk from how much my throat hurts. It’ll look so so pretty, I’ll beg for it.
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Leaders are meant to lead a team
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i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
#fanart#traditional art#illustration#sketch#ink#cw blood#cw asphyxiation#jjba#jjba dio#jjba fanart#dio brando#jjba jonathan#jonathan joestar#jonadio#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo's bizarre adventure fanart
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Leo, number 14
angst for me! XD
The thing with being a ninja is that you learn to be very flexible. Even with a hard shell on his back, Leo knows how to bend and curl in ways that most people can't.
Those idiots who jumped him should have bound his feet if they really wanted him dead.
Not that he's having a great time with his hands tied behind his back and rope digging into the meat of his neck. Swinging on it has been even worse. But if he wants to get some leverage, he has to endure.
And he's gotta move fast because his vision is getting hazy at the edges and he's starting to go numb.
His toes brush the ledge and he desperately grasps at it, trying to push himself up enough to alleviate some of the pressure on his neck. It's not much, a fraction of an inch of the rope loosening, fibers scratching at the raw scales, but it's enough.
Leo gasps, dragging in a ragged breath, greedily sucking in the sweetest oxygen he has ever tasted. He's at a precarious angle and if he doesn't keep his strength up, he'll slip off and end up hanging by his neck again. His legs tremble with the effort of keeping still, of keeping that tiny gap between himself and the rope.
He just has to stay like this until someone finds him.
He hopes with all his heart that he can hang on.
#tmnt angst prompts#sage writes turtles#is this rise leo? is it 2003 leo? it's whichever leo you want it to be#cw asphyxiation#cw choking#cw hanging
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this is all the fault of free discord nitro links on the bp server
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Toaster gasps for breath as they writhe in the mud under Xyx. Their hands claw at whatever they can -- his face, his arms, his fingers -- but their fingers slip and shake and Xyx’s vicelike grip on his throat doesn’t relent.
“I’m sorry,” Xyx sobs. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Toaster tries to kick and pound and slap with the all the energy left, but their hits get weaker and their brain fogs more with each passing second. A tear falls from Xyx onto their cheek -- or... was that another raindrop?
Their brain can’t quite make it out anymore.
This is it. This is really... really it.
Toaster stops their assault and lets their limbs fall to the earth. They can barely make out their attacker above them anymore. Dark tones of black and gray swirl muddy together in their vision, and the noise of the storm and someone shouting fade into a pulse in the background of their thoughts. It’s calming, in a way.
Some pressure lifts from them, but they aren’t sure where. Or why. What am I doing? Where am I?
They feel something jostling their head and pressing against their chest. Maybe. Hard to... tell...
As the final black curtain starts to fall over Toaster’s vision, one final thought crosses their mind.
The rain... feels.... nice.
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Xyx shouts and shakes Toaster. “No, no, no, no, no!!!”
He presses his head against their chest and hears the last beats of their weak heart before silence claims Toast’s body.
A gut-wrenching, dreadful scream rips out of Xyx’s body as he holds his dead partner’s body to him and a booming “CONGRATULATIONS” sings out from the speakers.
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