#choking kink

[freetousewhore]

In case y'all haven't figured it out by my reposts i want need to be a group's cum dump, just in a middle of a bunch of men having the time of their lives using me :)

I'll gladly take as many dicks i can. One in each hand, someone forcing themselves inside me virgin ass using my wetness as lub, one in my cunt, a cock down my throat until i struggle to breathe. Anything. All while they tell me how much of a slut i am. How only a whore can get off by being used by a bunch of men. They'll tell me in the prettiest whore they've fucked in a while. They spit on me, in my mouth and i can just feel myself squeeze the cock that is so far up my pussy I feel it in my throat

I just need to be covered in cum by the end of the night

Cum on my tits, on my stomach, my face, in my hands, some cum got in my hair while I was deepthroating someone(i couldn't swallow properly and so I also got punished), cum sliding down my thighs because my pussy and ass were overloaded

Maybe they'll take turns, maybe they'll get impatiens and just shove their dicks together in my pussy, I'll be a sobbing mess because of the pain, but I deserve it. I asked for, begged for it. Begged for them to use me as their fucktoy.

Please use my body <3

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[k-hotchoisan]

Just thinking about how San having his hands around your neck as he fucks you in missionary so fucking deep—he releasing his grip everytime he pulls out, just to hear you whine and cry in between the sheets.

And then he just suddenly cups your mouth with his other hand, and now you’re almost completely silenced.

“You’re too fucking noisy. Bad girls need to be quiet when they’re punished”, he grunts as he squeezes his fingers, and your eyes roll back in euphoria, feeling his cock just driving into you, stretching your wet cunt as you can’t help but cream continuously on his cock, the only thing echoing in the room was the sound of his balls rubbing against your clit as he pounds into you.

Your legs shake as you struggle to keep them spread out for your San. You feel yourself clench around his cock, and he shuts his eyes, getting lost in the pleasure. “Fucking Slut, clenching on me like that”, he groans as he releases his grip again, as he watches his cock full of your cream and his precum, and your legs only shake violently as he does so.

“That’s my princess. But I’m not done yet.”

#I can’t keep acting like I’m ok #you can obviously tell I have a choking kink #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #smut #ateez san #choi san smut #ateez fic #Choi san #san x reader #choking kink #kpop smut

[cuubism]

some uhhhhh dreamling smut that got a litttttle more kinky than originally intended 😳

necessary background: this is from me and @magnusbae insane and stupid au wherein dream starts coming around the university and hob's students assume he's hob's sugar baby cuz like he doesn't work? he's always wearing really nice clothes? hob pays for everything? how did hob pull this hot goth anyway? and dream does absolutely nothing to disabuse them of this notion, if anything he cleverly and carefully encourages the idea because fuck it, he loves a good story. he is the king of stories after all. hob gets in on it later

secondary less important background is dream spending his free time around the university making art and sculptures and stuff because he is a CREATOR even in the waking world. and of course his sculptures are amazing.

ANYWAY

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“Professor Gadling, might I have a word?”

That voice never ceased to make Hob stutter where he stood, no matter how often he heard it, how often it whispered endearments and worse in his ear. If anything, he was more affected the longer things went on.

He turned, chalk still held in his hand from where he’d been writing on the board.

Dream lounged in the doorway, hip pressed against the doorframe, hands casually in his pockets. And he was wearing—

Holy God, Hob was going to die and then come back to life and then kill him.

Hob first noticed that he was not wearing a shirt, unless the strings of jewels – rubies? diamonds? – draped over his chest counted. They glimmered sharply even under the weak classroom lights. Dream was kept modest, barely, by a long silk blazer that narrowed his shoulders and cut low to the upper thigh.

Thank fuck he was wearing regular pants, at least, ankle-length black slacks, and— were those fucking loafers? The other day, a student had made a comment – rather inappropriate, Hob really should reprimand them, not that he would ever get around to it – about Hob being some kind of Victorian maiden bowled over by the sight of an exposed ankle, and Dream had apparently taken this as a personal bet, for he was not wearing socks, either.

And the smirk on his face was like fire.

“Um,” Hob said, managing with great effort not to collapse on the spot. He glanced at the clock. “You know what? There’s only ten minutes left of class anyway. Why don’t you all go home early; I’ll send out the lecture notes and we’ll pick this up next week.”

None of the students seemed upset to get out early, but they were tittering amongst themselves, looking between Hob and Dream. This was becoming a problem. In a mere one semester, Dream had turned Hob’s university reputation from good-natured modest professor to deranged sex fiend.

That was what Hob got for loving the Prince of Stories, for he could never resist a good one, even if it was at Hob’s peril.

When the students had gone, Hob took Dream’s hand and dragged him down the hall. “My office. Now.”

“Oh dear,” Dream mused as he was yanked down the hallway and into Hob’s office. That smirk still hadn’t left his face. “I am in trouble.”

As soon as they were inside and the door was very firmly locked, Hob pressed Dream up against it with a hand around the base of his throat. “Are you trying to kill me, love?”

Dream leaned into Hob’s hand. His eyes were burning. “I would bring you as close to death as I could and then pull you back.”

“You’re managing it.” Hob released him, pinning him by his waist instead – his bare waist, mother of Christ – and kissing his throat, his collarbone, his sternum over the draped jewels. Dream leaned his head back against the door, sighing like a wanting creature now satiated. “You should be classified as a public hazard.”

“I would like to be your hazard,” said Dream, as Hob mouthed his way down his stomach. The jewels swung and glimmered unnaturally bright against his skin, crimson and shining like fresh love marks. Hob knelt to nip above the waistband of his slacks, tangling a hand in the dangling chain and tugging so it pulled on the back of Dream’s neck.

Dream arched his back against the door, petting at Hob’s hair like Hob had done something particularly pleasing to his majesty.

“I suppose this is exactly what you planned?” Hob gasped, wrapping his hands around the backs of his thighs.

“Perhaps.”

“Menace.” Hob tugged at his slacks and managed to unbutton them with his teeth. “You ruin me. Never stop.”

“I was not planning on it.”

Hob lurched to his feet again, pulling him forward by the bejeweled chain. “Come.”

Dream did as Hob bade, but the way a tiger might perform on a leash – easily escaping with one swipe of its claws. He let Hob push him up onto his desk and crowd between his legs. Hob had to push one of Dream’s ridiculous sculptures out of the way to do it, and was careful not to let it fall.

“Let it smash,” Dream murmured into his mouth as Hob kissed and bit at his lips. “I will make another.”

“I’m not going to break one of your sculptures, Michelangelo.” Hob huffed. “That would be sacrilege.”

“I make them not for the finished product, but for the experience of using my hands.”

Hob slipped his hands under Dream’s blazer. The fabric was incredibly soft, but not as soft as his skin. “The experience of using your hands, hm?”

Dream’s lips curved up against his. “Mmhmm.”

He tugged Hob’s shirt from his waistband, pressing those strong, delicate hands to Hob’s back, holding him close.

“You know,” Hob murmured against his ear, mapping Dream’s stomach with his fingertips, smooth skin punctuated by jewels, “I believe I vastly underestimated the experience of loving such a dedicated, skillful artist.”

“Are you saying that you like my hands, Hob Gadling?” Dream asked, and used those hands to unzip his jeans, slipping one in to wrap around him, never once looking away from Hob’s face. The tips of his fingers were always a bit cold, but Hob liked the way they warmed against his skin.

He struggled to regain his breath. “In so many words.”

Dream looked so superior. “Good.”

“I’ll show you good, you nightmare,” Hob muttered, and tangled a hand in his hair, tipping his head back. Dream still just looked down at him from under his lashes, muscles straining.

“You shall?”

“I’d take you home and lay you out and show you if I thought we would get that far.”

“Worry not, this—” Dream wrapped the glimmering chains around his hand until they cut into the skin in white lines— “can always make a reappearance.”

“It had better.”

Hob finally got his own hand around Dream, wrapping his other arm around his back to hold him close, and Dream twined his legs around Hob’s back. This pressed them close enough that they were essentially just grinding against each other, barely managing anything more precise. Hob ravaged his mouth, giving in to the sheer power of Dream in these clothes, and Dream only urged him on, biting at his lip.

Heat raged through Hob’s body. He found the strings of jewels again and twisted them around his fist, pulling so they went taught around Dream’s neck like a choker.

Dream’s breath stuttered and tripped over itself and then they both came, one on top of the other. Dream’s legs tightened around Hob’s back. He panted into Hob’s mouth.

When they’d caught their breath, Hob held his face between his hands and kissed him, light kisses on his forehead, cheek, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips, the tenderness deserving of such an exquisite creature, and Dream smiled.

He collapsed back onto Hob’s desk, arms draped languidly above his head, jacket falling open on his naked chest. His mouth was ruined, and there were hickeys already starting to settle on his neck and stomach, but he didn’t seem to mind. He closed his eyes, humming. They had just come, and Hob still wanted him with a violence. If anything, it was worse.

“We shall have to do this again,” Dream murmured, voice barely more than a gravelly hum.

Hob sat down in his desk chair, running his fingers through his hair as Dream sprawled before him like some kind of hunter’s catch. “What, ruining my reputation with my students?”

“Among other things.”

“Nightmarish, you are,” Hob said fondly.

Dream tipped his face into Hob’s hand. “Hmm. Yes.”

#magnusbae and i have gotten a LITTLE OBSESSED with dream's fashion and with JEWELRY IN PARTICULAR #also come talk to us about Nightmare as a pet name ok #magnusbae #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #smut #undernegotiated kink #uh #choking kink #can't believe i'm having to put that tag on something god help me #my writing #the. uh. #sugar baby au #? #silly rabbit au

[taintandviolent]

Dom!Kai + choking kink requested by @makethemgirlsgoloco!

warnings: again, KAI IS THE WARNING. But, specifically..... choking kink, breath play, language. A little bit of praise, but not a lot because.... y'know. He's Kai.

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[stuckyfingers]

PoV you're getting some bomb ass dick

#bottom bucky barnes #stucky #winter soldier #choking kink

[the-black-manor]

New Kink Unlocked!

🌟 Asphyxiation 🌟

#phantom talks #dom/sub #master/pet #sadist kink #masochist kink #asphyxiation kink #choking kink

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Eat up darling

Warnings - cannibalism, encouraging cannibalism, meet cute but make it cannibalism, dirty sex, (mild) feederism, oral (fem receiving) blood, gore, violence, murder, my shitty writing after playing MW2 for five hours straight. Fem reader

Wiping the blood that had splattered on your face away, looking at it before licking it from your finger. You eyes glanced down at the shadow operative that had become unfortunate enough to fall victim to you. His body was still warm, breathing in the scent of metallic blood, you eyes focused on his meaty arm. Flashes of the first time you had tasted human flesh filled your head.

You had been starved for six days with very little water to satiate your thirst. Tied to a chair, a light burning into your eyes anytime you tried to look at your captors. Constant demands to give you information about the 141, where their base was located, how many were there? Your eyes could only focus on the meaty arm that hung in front of you, licking your chapped lips but getting no relief. You mumbled something, baiting the man to come in closer to hear you. Baiting the meal that sat in front of you.

Finally, you struck, like a shark you pushed your teeth into his flesh and didn't let go. The blood filled your mouth as you ripped the chunk out of his arm, chewing the tough skin before swallowing it. The screams didn't even register until the piece was sitting quiet wonderfully at the bottom of your stomach. Only hours later were you rescued, taking leave for mental health and recovery. You came back mostly the same, but with a new craving that never went away.

Bending down, pulling out your combat knife and slicing a piece off the dead man. Lapping at the blood before sticking it in your mouth a moan, rare steak would never compare. Only half way through the second piece footsteps approached. Freezing and looking up you meet Konigs blue eyes staring down at you. Swallowing the piece you were already chewing out of nervousness, you must have ignored the coms. He moved closer, eyes transfixed on your bloody mouth. Bending down next to the body before gutting it with his knife.

Digging through the body cavity, his hands becoming soaked. Pulling out the liver and slicing a part off, he handed it to you. "Eat, its better protein." Eyes glancing between him and the piece he was offering, you quickly stanched the piece from him. Mumbling a thank you as you shoved it into your mouth. You could see the corner of his eyes crinkle, he reached over but stopped midway. "Meet me tonight in the south corner of the base. You will not go hungry." He whispered before getting up and walking off.

You face reddened, wiping the blood from your face with the body's shirt and taking a swig of your water to wash away the blood staining your teeth. Your heart raced at the different ideas in your mind about what he was gonna show.

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It was night time, the dim halfmoon barely lit up the darkest parts of base. And the darkest was the abandoned warehouse on the south side. Opening the door, you were meet with the same blue eyes looking at you. "Are you hungry?" He asked, cornering you against the wall. You nodded, struggling to meet his gaze. "Good."

Grabbing your hand, his grip surprisingly gentle as he led you towards a different corner where two bodies lay. They were still in their shadow uniforms, you looked at him with a questioning look. "Its not hard to find them when you're looking." Bending down, he did the same ritual he had before. Offering you a full liver this time, "Eat, don't be shy." Grabbing the bloodied organ before taking a bite out of it. He watched intently as you at the liver, slowly at first before you became more comfortable. Finishing the organ, you went to wipe your mouth from the blood but was cut off by König lifting up his sniper hood and mask underneath.

Pressing his lips against your, hungry and desperate. "I knew you were different from the others." He growled, pulling you onto his thick thighs. You could feel his physique from under the clothing, muscular with a layer of fat. Quickly returning the kiss, his tongue pressed into your mouth, getting a small whimper from you. "You taste so good Schatz." He rumbled, pulling away from you. In the dim lighting, you could see his teeth. Sharpened to a point before he pushed your shirt up to grab and kiss your chest. Breathy moans falling from your blood soaked lips, his hand slipping between your pants and underwear. Pressing a bloody finger against your clothed clit, his other bloody hand on the small of your back to bring you into another kiss. Moaning against the kiss as he moved his thumb against the bundle of nerves.

Moving so your body was pinned against the dirty concrete floor and him, he pulled your pants and underwear off, swearing in german. He looked over to the body and grabbed another organ, ripping it in half he offered it to you. Opening your mouth, he shoved the meat into your mouth as he kissed down your chest, naval and eventually kissing against your folds. "sehn so gut aus mit Blut bedeckt." He praised, looking up at your bloodied face before diving in-between your folds, licking at your clit. Gasping out, you grabbed his hair still hidden beneath his hood, mutterings of his name falling from your filthy mouth.

"God," You whimpered out as his tongue flicked against your clit as a gloved finger pushed inside you. Bucking your hips against his face, one of his massive hands holding you down by pressing against your stomach. The knot building in your stomach only tightened as he thrusted his finger in and out of you, his tongue consistently playing with your bud. Your grip on his hair only tightening as you cry out how close you are, which only spurred him. His pace becoming rougher, the way his fingers reached so much farther then your own until the knot snapped. Squeezing your eyes shut as the orgasm washed over you and the fireworks blazed behind your eyes. Panting, he moved up and put his slick covered lips against yours, forcing you to taste yourself. "You taste so good." He mumbled, pulling down his cargo pants, letting his thick cock out from the confinement. Swallowing as you looked at it, he chuckled.

"Don't worry Schatz, it'll fit." He whispered, lining himself up against you before slowly pushing. The stretch burned in the most delicious was, grabbing hand and putting it against your throat to tell him what you wanted. He gripped your neck, his already tight grip on your hips turning bruising. Huffing and puffing, head nuzzled against your shoulder as he pushes further into you. Whispering things in german you can't understand, your hands gripping his shoulders and leaving marks despite the shirt being there. Feeling him finally bottom out after what felt like a century. Rolling your hips against him to let him know you're ready, his first thrust moving your entire body up a little bit. Moans tumbling out of your mouth as he fucks himself further into you, his tip abusing your cervix. Tears threatening to spill as he pushes the second half of the organ into your mouth to keep you a little quieter. His eyes fixed on your throat as you swallow around his hand. "I'm gonna- gonna- Schatz!" He moans out, his thrusts becoming sloppier. Pulling out of you, his hand around your throat now around his cock as he pumps a load onto your bare chest. Staring at each other before König begins to wash you up, pressing kisses against your forehead, not forgetting to put another organ into your mouth with a smirk.

Translations

sehn so gut aus mit Blut bedeckt - look so good covered in blood

schatz - darling

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[freetousewhore]

I'm trying so hard to cum but nothing is working😭 I'm just a wet mess on my bed who's frustrated

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[jjmaybankswifeyx]

IM SORRY BUT

colby brock tying you up with his handcuffs and teasing you for hours, overstimulating you and making you cry out for him has been on my brain

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