#asphyxial

[coraorvat]

SAVOIR FAIRE: I'd worry in Necktie's place, lieutenant can get quite creative with a piece of fabric~ I have seen several cases where people were mixing Electrochemistry and Horrific Necktie and tbf they're pretty easy to mix, but there is a slight difference: EC is your pleasure center which wants you to feel good no matter the source, while Necktie is your imaginary drinking buddy who want's you to party hard like young people do (by getting drunk/hight, sleeping with younger women and doing stupid shit for lulz).

So I'm pretty sure our *bratan* won't be Kim's biggest fan (and vice versa), EC on the other hand…

#perform auto-erotic asphyxiation with your funny necktie out in the open somewhere - ✓ #Disco Elysium #Kim Kitsuragi #harrier du bois #Joopson AS Men's Fashion model Colourful Tie. catalogue no. J327 my beloved #this was way funnier in my head #hoo boy I'm still alive but #the older I get the harder ADHD is kicking my butt #there's like dozens DE sketches but practically no time/motivation to clean them up which is very sad #and apparently I just CANT NOT go hard on colouring cause it's the best part #oh well #hopefully I'd finish some of them eventually

[getodrools]

GOOD AFTERNOON LAVIII !! hwo are ya :3

i might js make an everyday appearance but HEAR ME OUT !! a year ago or so i made a lil joke saying i want toji to fuck me with his gun but like.. what if he actually did > 0 <

just wanted to share that :333 IM SO HUNGRYYY, im cravin pancakes but im pancakeless :( you could he sleeping so if you are i hope ur sleeping well and dreaming of super cute things :D : D TA TAAAA (that’s a fancy bye)

— pearl anon

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ omg gm, i was dreamin’ ! ♡ ‘n i’ve been well, which i hope you've been feeling the same too pearl ! <3 besides the no pancakes disruption ;( ( ! ! but i do hope this feeds ur cravings in some way ??! sob — chocolate pancakes ( >> ) or fruit-based ??

★ ┆ CONFESSIONS .ᐟ ───── TOJI FUSHIGURO ‧

⟣ WARNINGS ‧ MDNI | f! reader | pwp, dub con ( coercion ), gun / fear / and power play, interrogation, degrading, slight praising, squirting, choking / asphyxiation, humiliation, &’ dacryphilia. ᡣ 𐭩 | WC ‧ 1.1K + |

“Tell me where your brother is.” The silencer attached to the sauntering man's gun was cold – at first… The teasing against your ridden hood was no longer enough to set you straight – to spill out any more information he coveted for, solely wreaking a mess out of you; a spill of only silky cum ran down the table he interrogated you on, all shame flowed into a glistening puddle below…

Now the slim, steel barrel between the quaver of your thighs was scolding… “This’ll all end if you just open more than these pretty legs and tell me where my scared little target is. Alright?” And he jams it deep, no hesitation in plugging you up with a loaded gun to the hilt…

Slippery folds spread wide to make room ‘till the invading metal eases in – ramming through your cum-soaked embrace. It hilted in your steaming depths with shocking ease before dragging back with a slight roll; he'd twist at the handle to slide around — left and right, left and right like a q-tip swirling around.

Eyes squeezing tight, “Sir… Please, I told you–” You hiccup, “Told you… I don't know…” You didn't know him, or even knew your brother had a damn hitman chasing him down. Well, it’s a slight explanation as to why he abruptly vanished last week… but you still had no clue of the exact reason!

You didn't know anything!

But you do know, you couldn't risk your brother's life any further. Damnning family loyalty.

The scar lined down the broad man's lips wrinkled stiffly as he frowned, “Where did you see him last goddamnit.” You shake your head, almost a sob falling through feeble lips in response.

Still not good enough. He clicks his tongue.

“Sweetheart,” The mix of gentle words and a pistol shoved up your pussy was… odd, “Before he left, did you at least see him take a scroll?” Raspy voice drawing out slow for you, he tilts his head, “Think real hard f’me, ok?” You barely could muster up words! How in the world could you even remember a stupid piece of paper while a gun is lodged inside you?!

Oh fuck…

Your eyes fill with light, and so does the killers, believing you were about to spew out the truth, “Yeah, yeah, I know that look, tell me.” The only truth spewing out was your cunt reacting vividly to the twisting pole splitting through you.

Another, milky mess splatters at his grey pants and around his gun. Runny with a shimmer – damp and soiled, he soughed as you tremble embarrassingly along the tabletop… Cunt clenching around the working barrel, you cry out; the trepidation, adrenaline, and coerced pleasure from a — truthfully, a hunk of a man was all foreign, shaking a deep rattle in you.

Gasping ‘till the shady room fell silent…

The man's shaggy hair falls with his head, dropping it low with a sigh followed, “It’s just a simple yes or no. Use your words this time, honey.” Patience running eerily low.

Toji had a damn job to do. He was ranked highest in his field of work for a reason. He never cared to show mercy when it came to his money, and that's exactly what his consumers loved. Toji always got the job done one way or the other... Even if working his gun with lethal strokes inside your pussy ‘till you couldn't bare another rumbling high was undoubtedly a way… Anything to get what he needed to get what he wanted.

And before you could reason by catching your breath, your interrogator leans over your feeble body; a stiff leg booted between yours as the other crowded you in on the side. Hovering over you full flush, Toji fills his free hand with your throat, as if he was trying to stifle the very answers out of you.

“I’m giving you one more chance,” Those same words he's said a good handful of times rang through your ears, “Speak up.”

“… I–I…” But the firearm pulling and twisting around your insides was forcing your lips to clamor.

You haven't had room to properly suck in a fresh breath of air in the past three hours…

Verdant eyes scanning your face, so close, you could feel the flutter of his lashes tickle at the stained, wet cheeks that puff out. Welting in tears, you shiver, “I don't… I don't remember…—!” You hear the stiff pistol driving through your silken furrow cock back.

Oh fuck.

“Heh. You really don't now?” Burying all inches of glossy metal inside tight walls, then retracting and slamming down harder, Toji’s grip tightend too, “ ‘Cause I feel like you do. A little birdie told me you even helped him out, huh.” Fuck.

Cum churned with sappy liquids; dragging a translucent milky ring around his suppressor, nothing was going to impede his assignment.

All brisk motions left your gummy insides shivering potently and brain to slosh into a mushy pile… Toji kept at it ‘till you seemed fucked out of your mind. ‘Till you actually couldn't give him any more answers...

<– BACK : PINNED ⊹ ࣪ ˖ NEXT : MORE TOJI –>

#i HAD to write more on ur lil joke !! :p #i might've gotten carried away tho :c sob ♡ #🌐 𝐿𝒜𝒱𝐼𝐼 𝒲𝑅𝐼𝒯𝐸𝒮! #ᝰ toji fushiguro! #tw dub con #tw coercion #tw gun play #tw asphyxiation #tw dacryphilia #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #📮 [ nonnie : pearl ]

[heheheku]

Anders going into glow stick mode from any strong emotions, thoughts?

#cw suggestive #cw asphyxiation #dragon age #dragon age 2 #handers #justhanders #marian hawke #da2 anders

[malewifesam]

sam's asphyxiation kink deriving from dean clasping sam's mouth and nose when they were messing around and sam got too loud, so they wouldn't wake john sleeping only a few feet away from them

#sam does have an asphyxiation kink right? i feel like if there's one thing i took away from s1 is that sam and breath play are a thing #wincest #weecest #samdean #spn

[serickswrites]

Obey

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, asphyxiation

"Obey me and I won't hurt you again, Whumpee," Whumper purred in Whumpee's ear. "I'll even let you breathe as much as you want."

Whumpee's chest heaved as they gasped for air. Whumper had been strangling them for the better part of an hour. "Anything.....I'll," gasp, "do anything." Whumpee gasped again.

Whumper smiled down at Whumpee, their fingers loose around Whumpee's throat. "Say please."

"Pl-Pl-Please," Whumpee whispered. They would do anything, anything, to get Whumper to stop.

"Very good, that's right, beg me," Whumper snickered as their fingers closed tightly around Whumpee's throat.

Whumpee struggled in Whumper's grasp. Struggled to breathe, struggled to take a breath. But it was no use, Whumper's grip was too tight. They couldn't get a breath in. And as black spots peppered their vision, Whumpee let themself go limp, let their hands soften in their restraints.

Just as Whumpee felt the edge of their grip on consciousness, Whumper released their grip. Whumpee coughed, gasping desperately for air. "Y-Y-You....li-li-lied," Whumpee finally managed to say.

"You believed me. That's not my fault. Why would you believe the person who's been torturing you for the last several hours? Why would I be honest?" Whumper sneered down at Whumpee. "Face it, Whumpee, even if you obey me, your life is mine to do with as I want."

Whumpee opened their mouth to argue, but they were silenced as Whumper closed their fingers once more, cutting off all of Whumpee's air.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw asphyxiation #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #day 4 #prompt: obey #queue

[uchispeach]

Crazy Over You (One-shot)

Pairing: Dark! Reader x Dark! Rafe

➥ Warnings: Explicit sexual content, rough sex, violence, death, toxic relationship, dark! reader…

➥ Main Masterlist

“Would you kill for me?” The blond looked at you through his sharp eyes, a cloud of smoke appearing around him as he gave your shared joint another drag.

You laid on your back, eyes on him as you admired his rough features under the fluorescent light.

At the lack of reply, the back of his palm impacted against your stomach. “Answer me” You barely registered the hit, too enticed with his presence.

“I guess” You giggled, grabbing your chest as if it was about to explode.

The whole situation felt like a fever dream, mind too faded to scrutinize everything that came out of your mouth. “Yeah, without a doubt” You reaffirmed lazily, reaching out for Rafe’s face.

You gave his cheek a light squeeze before letting out a lighthearted chuckle. The Cameron boy found it contagious, chest rumbling in uncontrollable laughter.

(…)

You weren’t lying. You wished you were, but you weren’t; and the pained moans from a dying woman were there to prove it.

The now empty gun slipped from your frail grip, bouncing a few times before finally laying a few meters beside you.

“Y/N!” Your boyfriend raised his voice while approaching you with heavy steps. Still, you remained frozen -no reaction as Rafe continued to call out for you-.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You could see him waving his arms right in front of you, cursing under his breath as he went back and forth.

“Huh?” His strong palms held onto your shoulders, weighing you down as he shook you violently. Your body moved in an aggressive motion, but your brain continued to go at a slow pace.

“I had no choice” Your whisper was barely audible. Wide eyes focused on the specks of blood on the floor. “I had no choice” This time the words came out in a rush.

“Rafe, I had to do it…” Hands touched his broad shoulders, an action made to reciprocate him. “She…She was going to kill you” You finally faced him, blown pupils looking straight at him.

The Cameron boy seemed disturbed, brows furrowed in a deep scowl. Strands of dirty blond were all over his front, covering his face.

Your delicate fingers reached out for his frame, getting between his hair and pulling softly at it. Once it was cleared, you squeezed his cheeks together while getting extremely close.

Your warm breath hit his lips as you opened your mouth once again, “I saved you” without noticing straight away, tears started falling out -soaking your skin-.

His breathing became faster and heavier while he put his hands above yours, gripping them tightly, so tightly it hurt.

“Fuck!” He spat out, getting rid of your hold as he made his way towards the corpse.

Mrs. Limbrey’s cold body rested peacefully, the revolver still in her bony digits.

Rafe groaned in frustration as he carried the old lady on his back, kicking the weapon to the side before throwing her mindlessly in the truck’s cargo bed.

Your lover turned his back on you as he frantically closed the padlock. The movement was fast, but not fast enough for you to not catch a glimpse of the other dead body.

Carla and his brother were now resting in peace on the back of the vehicle, alongside the gold cross.

That damned cross. The relic’s value wasn’t totally on the monetary side, it also relied on the rotting greeed it caused in everyone who set their eyes on it.

You had seen it, the blond had become fixated on bringing it home and calling it his. Even dragging you with him in his exhausting search.

You followed him because you trusted him wholeheartedly; the Limbrey siblings on the other hand, you had suspected them since the first encounter.

When strong arms wrapped around your waist, you barely reacted; allowing the blond to push you against a metal door.

“Hey” He looked for your gaze, unsuccessfully. “Hey!” The screaming went accompanied by a slap to the face.

The sting came later than it should have, cheek starting to bloat at Rafe’s harsh methods.

All you did was flinch, no real defense put up against him.

“We’re gonna get on that damn car and I’ll drive us to the swamp” Violence had slightly pulled you out from the initial state of shock, so you nodded. “I need you to act fucking normal” He shook you against his arms, sort of allowing you the comfort of his chest’s warmth.

You nodded frantically, wanting to comply in hopes of a better treatment. Not long after, you wiped away any residue of your tears.

With a blurred vision, you saw your boyfriend moving to the side while opening the door for you. A sneer was your only warning before you were shoved into the passenger's seat.

The sound of your nape hitting the seat was alarmingly loud. Still, all you could think of was the clear annoyance that reflected on the boy’s face.

(…)

Getting rid of the bodies wasn’t as difficult as you thought, all Rafe had to do was throw both of them into the cloudy water and wait for the crocodiles to do the rest of the job.

No more than a couple of minutes have passed when they were completely devoured. So, you couldn’t quite understand why the Cameron boy continued to look exasperated.

“It’s over” You tried to reassure him with a hand on his forearm, but he remained stoic, gripping the steering wheel with an unhealthy force.

“Rafe, we have the cross…nothing else matters” You whispered sweetly into his ear, leaning towards his side; the blond didn’t appreciate that, because mere seconds after you pronounced those words, you felt the truck giving a violent turn.

“Rafe!” Your body bounced against the door, a pained gasp left your lips at the last impact.

You felt a slight ringing on your ears as the vehicle completely stopped. You tried to incorporate, looking at your surroundings before being held back by a brute force.

“Ra-” You were interrupted by a harsh squeeze. “Shut up!” Rafe’s eyes were dark, a kind of darkness you’ve never seen on them.

His rings buried themselves on your soft skin. He shook you by the neck, a series of muffled whimpers barely leaving your throat.

“You fucked us!” He spat on your teary face. “Shit!” The blond’s frustrated scream had been almost drowned by the overwhelming sound of the horn.

His knuckles looked all red and bloodied now, still, the aggressiveness didn’t cease.

Your lungs burned in desperation while you put your smaller hands on his, dragging your nails along his skin. “Please” your voice was barely audible.

“You killed a Limbrey…we’re screwed” Your boyfriend was now all over your face, sweat on his forehead as he slightly shook in rage.

He cursed you out when a particular deep scratch was given. The burning sensation of open cuts made him retreat, allowing you to free from his lethal hold.

The coughing was uncontrollable as you massaged your bruising throat Still, you managed to speak in between coughs “She was pointing a gun at you” Your voice was deeply hoarse.

“I fucking saved your life!” Your neck stung as you lifted it up, looking at the blond behind your messy hair.

Rafe stayed back as he saw you crawling towards him. Cold palms positioned on his hard chest. Your eyes held a pleading eagerness on them.

The blond didn’t react when your trembling lips covered his stiff ones, neither when your breasts rubbed slowly against the fabric of his shirt.

“I love you…” A sweet whisper in between dainty pecks. Your hands roamed from his clavicle to his abdomen, stroking in constant circles just as he liked.

His eyes scanned over your frame in growing temptation. Either way, he held back -grabbing both of your wrists to stop them from wandering around-.

Ignoring the burning sensation of his grip, you begged in a sultry voice. “We’ll figure it out…together”

You pushed back, shoving your face onto Rafe in a heated kiss. Your mouth moved impatiently against his, hips bucking rhythmically in hopes of creating a pleasurable friction.

You could feel him growing under his expensive pants. At the same time, his breathing became messier.

You recognized the containment on his voice when he groaned at a particular deep thrust.

Even though you dragged your head back in search of oxygen, a line of saliva still connected both of your mouths.

“Relax” You twisted your wrists, little whines protesting to be set free. Rafe complied, licking his lower lip when dropping your arms around his nape.

Your fingers intertwined with his silky hair, pulling aggressively at it to get extensive access to his neck. A trail of wet kisses was left from his chin to his chest; you made sure you lick his sensitive spots, warm tongue making small circles on the exposed skin.

His hips became alive, crashing against yours in order to appease the boiling need on the pit of his stomach. You continued sucking on that specific spot that had him hoarsely groaning.

It didn’t take long before he reached out information his best, slowing down your brutal pace in order to free the tent on his pants. You stood still for some torturous seconds, pupils blown as you saw him taking out his lengthy shaft.

Now out of its confinements, the boy’s cock stood proudly at your button belly’s height. You were quick to wrap your hand around it, giving it a few slow strokes before finding a continuous pace.

One hand on his groin and the other in his shirt as you made a painful hickey right above his clavicle. Your tongue moved expertly until it was interrupted by a mean grip.

Rafe’s eager fingers had your jaw stinging with a harsh squeeze. He basically forced you away, just to pull you immediately back with a bite to your plump lip.

He dragged his tongue above the open cut, making you taste it as he shoved the wet muscle inside your mouth.

The blond couldn’t resist tugging your hair, finding satisfaction in the way your jaw opened wider at the hurt gasps.

His free arm got lost under your jeans, dragging his hand to cup your sex. You moaned sweetly at the feel of his freezing palm in contact with your wam entrance.

Rafe smirked while rubbing a digit between your wet folds. “This pussy’s all mine” You nodded, mind already dizzy by the blond’s consuming heat.

Keenness got the best of you as you clumsily undid your jeans; the blond helped you to get rid of them, practically tearing them from you before throwing them carelessly to the back.

You were about to take your underwear off, but the Cameron boy was ahead of you. A loud snap had you flinching, surprised to see a shredded piece of lace landing on the passenger’s seat.

The cold breeze made your nipples harden under your blouse. Your boyfriend seemed to notice it, forcing the piece of clothing out of your body.

His eyes darkened in hungry anticipation, eyeing your perky mounds with pure lust.

His teeth felt overwhelmingly good when they sinked on your breasts. Lovely redness covered your entire chest after a couple minutes of rough treatment.

The blond was unstoppable, viewing your flesh as a blank canvas he was entitled to paint.

Your whines and cries sent him into a state of frenzy -yearning to taste more of you-.

“Fuck me already…shit!” You jumped at a particular rough bite. He simply chuckled, lifting you by the hips to comply with your desperate request.

His veiny hand stroked his erection; thick cock shining with pre-cum. His tip got close to your entrance, not before collecting some of your juices.

His mouth opened in delight when you started sinking yourself down on his dick. Your gummy walls squeezed tightly around him.

You went slow, mindful of the stinging stretch. Eventually, the blond got too impatient, pushing you down in a swift move.

You cursed under your breath, feeling him deep in your guts. Rafe didn’t give you a break, encouraging you to ride the pain away.

(…)

Your knees were in constant friction with his strong

thighs as you swayed your hips with aggressiveness.

The horn was a background noise at this point, your main focus being the squelching of your cunt as Rafe met your thrusts.

You had been at it for a while, the sweat on your foreheads a proof of it.

A knot tightened on the pit of your stomach, begging to come undone. You could tell Rafe was feeling the same, as his movements got sloppier.

You grinded on him way slower this time, too overstimulated from previous releases.

The blond breathed heavily onto your ear, burying his fingers deep into your waist as you lazily rode him. A few more strokes was all it took for you to reach your peak -moaning shamelessly when you felt your wetness releasing all over the boy-.

“I-I love y-you” you struggled to say, still agitated by Rafe’s incessant pace. “Fuck!” He finally stopped -head thrown back as he felt himself becoming undone-.

You felt a hot liquid filling you up, thick splurts being released in the deepest parts of your womb. “You…” The Cameron boy had a hard time speaking while simultaneously climaxing, still, he finished his sentence, “you are fucking crazy, Y/N.”

A/N: I wanted to build more tension but my horny ass didn’t have enough patience. Anyways, let me know if you liked it! 🤍

#dark rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron #dark!rafe x reader #dark rafe x reader #dark fanfiction #dark fic #dark content #tw.dark content #tw dark content #tw asphyxiation #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut #smut #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe x you #rafe x reader #obx smut #dark obx

[buttsmasher]

Gage (Edited)

Been trying to go through my old stories and slowly re-upload them after I give them a review. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Tags/Warnings: Fag bashing, face farting, willing victim turned to unwilling, asphyxiation by farts, fart torture

Gage is a grade A prick. You pretty much learned that the moment he moved into the house. Your other roommate literally moved out because he couldn’t stand him. The only reason you’ve stayed is because the rent is cheap and the landlord isn’t complete trash. The other reason is that you have a sort of hate crush on Gage.

You understand he’s a prick and he seems like a bit of a fag basher, but dude has a rockin bod. And he has no sense of other people’s personal boundaries. One time when you had friends over, he walked out of his room completely naked to get a beer out of the fridge. Which you didn’t mind too much because you got front row seats to watch his ass jiggle. Your lesbian friends were mortified of course. Especially when he started to shake his hips to make his dick flop around. After that, you’ve all decided to do movie night at their house now to avoid any more incidents.

The other thing about Gage is that he’s a literal gas bomb. The dude is constantly gassy and it may make your dick strain against your shorts when you’re both watching TV and he lifts a leg to let out a massive fart. And look, if you’re secretly there taking quiet inhales of his stinky gas then no one needs to know.

It all comes to a head today though. You keep a journal, and you may or may not have written all your dirty fantasies about Gage in them. Looking back at it, probably not the best idea, but too late to change that now. 

You’re in the kitchen making scrambled eggs when Gage comes into the kitchen. “Good morning.” You mumble to him, not fully expecting an answer. He opens the fridge and pours himself a glass of OJ as he plays on his phone. He laughs at something before walking towards the kitchen table. 

“Hey fart slut, what’s for breakfast?” You freeze. Did he really just say that? He snaps his fingers a couple of times. “Yo, fag, I’m talking to you.” You slowly turn to look at him.

“Uhm, Scr-scrambled eggs?” You don’t know why it came out as a question. 

“Cool, I want cheese on mine.” He doesn’t even look at you as he plays on his phone.

“Oh, uhhh, I didn’t make enough for the both of us.” You look at the pan and push it around. 

“It’s fine, just give me yours.” 

“What?” He locks eyes with you.

“Let me put it another way. Give me your breakfast and I don’t post your dirty fart fantasies online.” You try to stay calm but you’re freaking out. You turn back around fully and focus on finishing the eggs, throwing cheddar cheese on top right before you finish. Your hands are shaking as you plate the food and bring it over to Gage.

“Anything else?” You say nervously placing the food and a fork down in front of him.

“Tabasco.” He doesn’t look up from his phone, you just do as he says. “Sit.” He says as you go to make yourself more scrambled eggs. “I gotta say, you’re pretty nasty. I mean, to like that shit, you gotta have some serious problems.”

“Fuck off.”

“I mean, to want to get on your knees to sniff someone’s dirty ass. That’s some dog level shit.” You watch as he stuffs his mouth with eggs. “Tell me, how are you any better than a dog?”

“You’re an ass.” Your chair groans against the floor as you get up. 

“Sit back down.” Gage says firmly.

“No, fuck you. I don’t have to take this.”

PFFFFFBBRRRFFFFFF

You freeze as Gage rips a five second fart. The smell hits you from where you’re standing. You can hear Gage laughing from behind you and you can’t help the shame that wafts over you. “You’re pathetic. You get one whiff of my ass funk and you can’t walk away.” You take a deep breath and calmly begin to walk to your room. “I have more where that came from, you know?” You squeeze your eyes shut, wanting to ignore him. 

PFFFFFF

A high pitched fart hisses from his ass. “See? And they can be up your nose if you ask me nicely.” You’re not even looking at him and you can just see his cocky grin.

“What do you want?” You ask, knowing you’ve already lost.

“Heh, knew it.” You hear his chair scrape against the floor as he gets up. “You just need to beg.” He puts his hands on your shoulders. “Beg your daddy to fart up your nose.” He whispers in your ear.

“You’re an ass.”

“I know.” He turns you around and pushes you down onto your knees. “Beg doggy.” You lock eyes again, completely humiliated on the ground.

“Please, Gage, fart up my nose.” You say without enthusiasm. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Fuck, that was a big one you just missed out on. Beg.” You sigh.

“Please daddy, please make me your fart slut.” He laughs.

“Better.” He turns around giving you the view of his brief clad ass. “Get your face in it.” You do as he says, getting a whiff of the lingering scent of the last fart. “Just remember you wanted this.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFF

Airy farts warm your face as your nose gets overwhelmed by the absolutely toxic smell. It’s not like anything you thought it’d be like. “Wait.” You manage to cough out. “Wait stop.” You go to pull away but he holds you firmly in place.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He hikes his leg up slightly.

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFTTTTTT

“Oof, that one’s gonna be bad.” He wasn’t wrong. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you're forced to endure that blast of a ten second fart. It’s absolutely eggy, and your eyes are watering. “Definitely wouldn’t want to be down there. But you’re liking this right fag?” You frantically shake your head no, wanting to pull away. “Aww, I knew you’d love my ass. Here, I’ll blow you a kiss.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFF

Another disgusting fart burns it’s way up your nose and down to your lungs. Your face is extremely warm and you can’t think straight. You strain to pull away from the toxic fumes constantly barraging your face but Gage’s hold is too strong.

PFFFFBRBRBRFFFFFFTTT

“Look, I know my brew is strong, but you’re the one who wanted this. And you begged oh so nicely for daddy to fart in your face. Who am I to get in your way of your dream?”

PFFFF PFF PFFFFFF PFFFFF

“It’s okay, I won’t judge you. Well maybe a little. Only cause you’re a fucked up a fag.” 

PFFBBRRRFFFTTT

It’s getting really hard to breathe down here. The only air you’re getting is Gage’s eggy farts. You’ve begun to uncontrollable cough and gag against his dirty briefs. 

“Man, imagine if I didn’t have these undies on. There’s no way you would survive that.” He laughs as he pulls his tight black briefs under his naked ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF

“Jesus, what did you put in those eggs? I bet you put in some extra fiber didn’t you?” 

“I know I’m a gassy guy, but damn, this is way worse than normal.” 

PFFFFFFFFBBBRRRRRRBRRRRR

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

Everything is spinning around you and you’re having a hard time staying conscious. 

“Is it everything you hoped for faggot?” 

PFFFFF PFFFFFFFF PFFFFTTT PFFFFF

You feel yourself slump further into his musky ass, no longer able to keep yourself upright. You can hear Gage laughing as everything fades to black. A final fart hits your nose as you finally lose consciousness. “Night night fag.” Gage lets your body hit the floor before leaving you there.

When you awake again, you’re still on the kitchen floor. The smell of Gage’s ass still lingering on you.

#face farting #willing victim turned to unwilling #asphyxiation by farts #fart torture

[quixoticanarchy]

Because my latest accidental interest is chemical weapons, and because all my interests end up infected with a Tolkien angle, I present to you this: the Nazgûl attacks as interpreted as a form of chemical warfare.

This lines up well both with the Nazgûl ability to inflict fear on a mass scale and with the impacts of the Black Breath. People don't necessarily know what they're facing or what's happening to them, but both the experience and even the threat of it are terrifying. It also allows the obvious evocation of WWI gas warfare, though not, say, accompanied by the physical effects of chlorine or mustard. The Black Breath has both psychological and physiological effects which require medical treatment, and this description I think could be applied essentially unchanged to instances of chemical warfare:

At length even the stout-hearted would fling themselves to the ground as the hidden menace passed over them, or they would stand, letting their weapons fall from nerveless hands while into their minds a blackness came, and they thought no more of war, but only of hiding and of crawling, and of death.

I also think it would be fun if athelas (which treats the Black Breath) was a member of the nightshade family (which includes sources of natural atropine, which can treat the effects of exposure to certain chemical agents). This would put the Black Breath in the second generation of chemical agents, maybe a type of organophosphate nerve gas

#nerve gas while not actually used in wwii did carry a lot of weight just via the fear/threat of its use #since you don't get all the physical burning/asphyxiation/blindness symptoms of wwi agents i suggest the black breath is either #a ''riot control'' level incapacitant or a military weapon level nerve gas. at such concentrations that it doesnt kill instantly per se #tolkien #lotr #nazgûl #chemical warfare #skravler

[taffybuns]

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...

[joatthecopa]

Happy Jason Todd’s Death Day to all who celebrate 🎊🥳🎉

#his official recorded cause of death is asphyxiation from smoke for anyone curious #obvi not how he ACTUALLY died but it’s a neat tidbit #i feel like there’s gotta be some in canon conspiracy theorists over Jason Todd’s death in canon #I’d read the shit out of that #jason todd #red hood #batman #dc comics #andjocie #jocietalks

[mooncheese3]

#qijiu #original shen qingqiu #shen jiu #yue qingyuan #fanart #merman #this happens aftfer they sort through that big misunderstanding they have #had* #:33 #good for them #also would it not be cool if sqq runs this #business thing. like how women used to sell poison to wives to get rid of their husbands? #that sort of thing #but instead he lures the men into the waters #for a midnight swim :) definitely just a swim and not a whole lot of asphyxiation or smth #yqy makes sure sqq and the women dont get caught #women also includes the wrp ladies #svsss #mxtx

[doodlingdilemma]

Hermitober23 prompt 1: Memory (from a list I found on Twitter and is not Hoffens :D)

Welcome to

Dilemma is painting a very dramatic interpretation of Tangos season 8 ending and can't be normal for once about this guy

I'm probably not doing a lot of the Hermitober prompt, but to set expectations nit all of them are gonna be like this in quality 💃

#hermittober23 #hermittober #mcyt fanart #digital illustration #mcyt #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #my art #tangotek fanart #hermitcraft tango #tangotek #hermitcraft season 8 #moon big #tw death #tw implied asphyxiation #:DDDD #dilemma art and stuff

[cheebuss]

*Mine CART girlfriend actually but whatever

#// blood #// asphyxiation #my art #Fanart #fandom character #shitpost #wamuu #joseph joestar #jjba #jojo #jojo's bizzare adventure #whamseph #<- i think? #// tf happened in those mines man

[yuukei-yikes]

the only person i hate more than myself is you

#kagepro #kagerou project #ayano tateyama #my art #tw asphyxiation #ask to tag

[aztecbrujeria]

TW: masochism, Sadism, Choking, Blood/Violence, Monsterfucking, Creamy creamy cream pie, Super thick dick, Stretching to the limit, Size difference

Your mouth was open to the silent scream of your creamy cunt being stuffed to the brim. His heavily veined cock stretched you to your limit and foamed around the base from the multiple messy loads already spilt inside of you.

You could only hear his grunts and heavy breathing beneath the heavy metal cage he wore. His skin was filthy from the blood and soot of Hell. You grabbed onto his wrists that attached to your throat scrambling for purchase.

Growling he leaned into your body and bruised your phat pussy lips more with the violent thrust of his hips meeting yours. Fuck the way his heavy balls slapped your ass and the way. He’d followed you through every gate, the haunting noises of the blaring alarm announcing his hunt.

Every-time he caught you was a new hellish ecstasy of pain and pleasure.

Your vision was starting to become darker around its edges as you smiled and felt your ending crescendo…

“Catch me in the next Level!”

Kirishima, Capitano, Ushijima, Sukuna, Toji, Taiju, Captain Obi, Aone, Bokuto, Shion Zhongli, Diavalo, Beelzebub

#tw masochism #tw sadism #tw blood/injury #Tw. asphyxiation #TW cream pie #husbando #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #hq smut #genshin smut #pyramid head #bnha kirishima #bnha smut #dark content #hells paradise #mdni #beelzebub obey me #obey me diavolo

[veampa]

L Lawliet nsfw alphabet

L is so babygirl.

@the-coldest-goodbye creds for the template!!!

G/n reader

Character(s)- L

sorry that this is lazyyyyy

Trigger warnings in tags!!!

(Lil extra but the Matt somnophillia smut is in my drafts, not finished yet :< sorry for making y'all wait)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)- Very gentle yet not too affectionate, I just can't see him being all kissy and touchy after sex, a few kisses here and there maybe some cuddles too.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)- He doesn't have a favourite body part on him buttttttt he loves your nipples (i feel like he's a nipple guy LMAO) plus he can place whip cream on 'em.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)- Likes using cum as lube.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)- Is into anal.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)- He gives me virgin vibes :p, not that experienced when he met you, sure he knew what to do but you were his first.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)- missionary :3.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)- Mostly serious but still funny with the way he says shit.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)- Doesnt do much to groom down there, just a small trim.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)- Not that cuddly, a few kisses here and there mixed in with some body worshipping.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)- Jerks off like once a week, doesn't do it that much, mostly too busy working on the Kira case.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)- food, asphyxiation (i feel like he'd be into it, idk why), body worship.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)- Anywhere private.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)- Lingerie, it looks SO good on your body like DAMN.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)- this ties in with asphyxiation, wouldn't choke you to the point where you pass our.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)- giving, doesn't mind receiving, but he prefers giving cause he can lick off raspberry sauce:3.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)- Mix but he prefers more slow, he's not into quickies. if he's fucking you he's gonna do it properly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)- Like just said, he doesn't like quickes, much prefers longer sessions.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)- Nope.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)- My guy can stay awake for days, so you best believe he can last a few rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)- Doesn't own any other than a vibrator thats used on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)- 95%. It's amusing to see you whine and squirm:3.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)- A little vocal, just depends where yous are.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)- Has you sit on his cock for hours when he's working (in the most awkward posture)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)- 6 and a half inches. not too girthy but still got some thickness, slightly curved to the left, uncircumcised.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)- Not that high tbh, focuses more on his work.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)- He doesn't, bro just sits and stares at you.

#death note #death note smut #l lawliet #L lawliet smut #L smut #tw asphyxiation #tw food kink #tw #tw smut #l lawliet x reader