#cw choking mention

[littlemissneverseen]

Maruca : Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?

Sophie, watching Biana screaming, Marella trying to set a sleeping Fitz on fire, and Keefe choking on air: I don't know either.

[blnkcrptd]

🔞 mouthful... (view uncropped here)

[cavernclaw]

anthro breezepelt,

he owns a very old motorcycle because his momma is a car mechanic and his dad is a retired artist (he retired when feathertail died)

[phantomsies]

grown woman • r. sukuna

📝: modern au, black fem!reader (she’s in her 30’s), alcohol use, missionary, oral sex (f. receiving), choking, cumshot, subby-ish sukuna, spit play

wc: 2.2K

📃: I’m still struggling to get back used to tumblr so I’m gonna be a lil slow posting. It’ll also be on patreon as well and hopefully, it doesn’t get flagged!

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a subtle touch, a gentle kiss..a slight nudge of the nose to the neck. It was all of the small movements that made him tick. Even the slightest bit of movement sent his heart into a fit of flutters. Honestly, it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of either..for he was simply a man in love. Unapologetically and unconditionally. Some would even credit you solely for his change in demeanor…from a slick, smooth talking womanizer who couldn’t even spell love. To the shameless romantic with enough passion to fuel the entire planet. Hell, if you let him tell it, the world didn’t even start spinning and the sun never shined until you came around. In essence, you changed his life!..and quite frankly, his image as well.

Ryomen Sukuna was known for many things throughout his life but being a monotonous, adoring homebody was not one of them! No longer were the days of club hopping and late night hookups…wandering home with whatever girl piqued his interest for the night and taking out all of his unbridled sexual frustration on her. In an even more callous move, she was out before the sun even rose and her name was irrelevant. He’d come to work with the same charming, fun disposition as if he hadn’t ruined another girl’s perception of love and healthy relationships. It was all a part of the game as far as he was concerned. So naturally, when you entered his life over a year and a half ago..never would this man have imagined that he’d be standing in the kitchen of a shared condo; towel draped over his bare shoulder as he stirred a pot of homemade sauce to serve with the dinner he’d prepared for you. Domesticated like an animal that had once roamed the streets mindlessly..now, spending his Saturday nights drinking wine with R&B reverberating through the speakers of a mounted flat screen. It was the after effects of dealing with a grown woman, after all. Firm in what you wanted, even more steadfast in what you wouldn’t tolerate and what he could do if the rules didn’t suit his fancy. However, him walking out of the door was the least of your worries now. Especially when you had him reeled in so closely.

��Mmmph..damn.”

the gesture catching his attention as you sat adjacent to him on the couch. Long, slender brown legs crossed as you nursed your own glass of Sauvignon. It was your third one of the evening and it was certainly taking its toll. So much so, your appetite had completely shifted from what was being prepared…

“Don’t worry. The food’s almost done..just finishing up a few things.”

to the one who had so graciously concocted the meal! Make no mistake, Ryo’s cooking was nothing short of a divine dining experience. But the carbonara wasn’t the only thing you were in the mood to slurp on! See, he could appreciate your honesty for the things you desired. How you weren’t shy or bashful about your needs. So long had he been the one controlling the narrative..making the decisions and sadly, trampling all over the women in his life because they made it easy to do so. But you weren’t any of them and that fact was reinstilled each time you two were alone. (Y/N) had finally grown tiresome of quelling your urges and set the cogs in motion so that this evening could truly end the way you both hoped for. You’d been hiding your time, watching him move around from the stove to the fridge, bringing you tiny samples in between and even halting momentarily to steal an influx of kisses. He’d been fantasizing about spreading you out on that table but with growth came reservation and he always waited for you to initiate things now. Twirling him around and moving him as if he were your puppet and like the helpless lover boy he’d transformed into, Ryo followed!

“Actually…why don’t you turn that off? I’ve got something better..” Instead of preparing plates, he was summoned by the wave of a finger..decorated with French tips and the sight of your fur lined robe slightly ajar from you pulling it open. “Oh, is that right? So watching me sweat over that stove was just for your amusement then, huh?” You immediately sensed the sarcasm in that deep voice of his and that toothy, foolish grin on his face gave away any hint of annoyance. As he drew closer, your legs spread further apart and you’d welcome him in between with no hesitation. Cackling as your lips connected into sloppy tongue kisses and those nimble hands cupped his face. Those large tattooed hands wasting no time in groping you subtly as they roamed your exposed skin.

“More like for my pleasure. Now shut up and come eat this pussy..”

his sharp eyes would cut at you, followed by a chuckle as that frame towered over you. Both of his hands and arms resting by your side like two giant pillars.

“And since when did you start telling me what the fuck to do? You know I don’t take orders from anyone.” But if Ryomen knew one fact..it was that you weren’t these other little girls he was used to fooling around with! You’d put him in his place and he’d stay there if he knew what was good for him. Quiet as it was kept, he loved the shit! Something about being bossed around by a woman who was a fraction of his size made him illicit feelings he shouldn’t have. Sitting cross armed with seemingly not a care in the world, (y/n) raised your leg..only to place it atop his shoulder blade and pressed down until that six foot five frame sank to its knees.

“Yet here you are…doing..exactly what the fuck I told you.” Honestly, that snarky tone would’ve gotten anyone else slung across the room. But not you..he graciously accepted those demands and got to work. The tension was mounting and veins began to protrude from his forehead. Without a single moment of haste, Ryo aggressively tugged your panties to the left side and out of his way..allowing him to delve into your center. Leaving sloppy, full licks all over your wet folds, suckling roughly on your clit and clawing his fingers into your thighs in the event you tried to scoot away from him. It didn’t take long before a trail of saliva and delicious cream began to trickle down to your most sensitive areas.

“Ugh!—fuck..yeah, good boy. You know what I need.”

your words seemed to have elicited a response out of him; a half verbal one that caused him to loudly grunt and follow it with a hard slap to your thigh. Eventually, your legs began to tremble and the sensation reverberated throughout your entire body. “You better be lucky you taste so goddamn good..I shouldn’t give you shit.” “Mmmhm. I hear you…”

Meanwhile, your digits scoured his hair..guiding his head along. Your legs were resting idly on Ryo’s shoulder and still rattling when you’d feel your throat constrict. Those large hands coiled around your neck and he’d squeeze lightly just to add to your mounting pleasure. Those calculated movements would only continue to grow increasingly more aggressive and euphoric. By the time he came up for a semblance of air, you’d coated your boyfriend’s face in a veil of sticky warmth. (Y/N) clawed at his forearm, but to no avail. He’d finally gotten you within his clutches..just as that orgasm drew near. Just as your entrance began to contract around his middle and index fingers whilst they worked inside of you. And just as you were about to release, he’d rise to his feet and hover over you. Burrowing his knees into the couch cushion and positioning himself between those parted legs. With a deviant scowl on his face and in one fell swoop, Ryo tugged at the elastic waistband of his Nike sweats; bringing them to the floor and his stiff cock from their confines. It was seeping..the tip puddling with precum and aching to be nestled balls deep inside of you.

“Look at you..about to pass out. How cute.”

“But I’m not. So fuck me until I do..”

however, rather than being greeted with frail whimpers and pleas for mercy, (y/n) returned that smile with your tongue dangling from your mouth and commands to do his worst! ”You got a lot of fucking mouth, y’know that? Talk that shit with this dick inside of you. I’d love to hear that.”

Those freshly shaven lips were tapped with that pulsating cock head before it found its way between those silky walls.. and quite possibly his kryptonite!..only fitting about three solid inches before he’d begin to buckle. Frustration truly began to set in when he realized your reaction didn’t mirror his own and instead of being met with the sight of hands pawing at his abs, those acrylics rested on your clit and began to trace circles. Your tits sitting upright as you peered down to see how far he’d got in.

“And you really think that’s enough to shut me up? C’mon, baby. You can do better than that.”

it was always him..always him talking and guiding his sexual partners through the sessions. It was always him who was vocal and demanding the next move..but you’d once again flipped all those notions onto their heads! Tightening that force against your throat, Ryo sought to prove himself. Starting out with only a couple slow strokes before drilling into you full fledge. Loud smacking noises from colliding flesh filled the room and with that hulking frame towering over you, he’d try his best to get you to break! Feeding you long, deep and impactful thrusts..interchanging fingers from your throat to your mouth and even pressing into your stomach to feel his own imprint.

Anything to garner dominance..but it was you with the upper hand. Even with that deranged simper stretching from ear to ear, (y/n) still egged him on. Despite tears trickling down your face and that fresh silk press becoming disheveled. Your toes curled midair as they remained on his chiseled pecs..limbs flailing about and your screams added to the chorus of chaotic noises. Your juices began to puddle and a sheath of white leaked from that tight hole. In that moment, he’d glance up to see only the whites of your eyes and thought it was a golden opportunity.

“Yeah..I knew it. Knew you couldn’t handle—“ “Yes, baby! Give it to me..make this pussy come!..make me nut on that fucking dick..” But condition aside, you’d laugh and become joyous at the sight of his roughness. Opening your jaws graciously for slaps and trails of spit. Taking every inch as if it were nothing…even when you’d begin to squirt and dampen those abs. He’d expected you to cower down and eventually tap out, like all the others before you. That he would be the top dog at the end of this little rendezvous. But when he felt that pulsation of his own climax nearing, Ryomen began to panic. Doubling down on his hard strokes, his pace and movements becoming erratic and the onset fear that he’d be coming in a shorter duration than he ever had!..it was too much..and yet again, in another move for control, (y/n) made the final call.

“Pull out..I want it on my face..” too spent and quite frankly, too enamored to fight back, the all mighty Ryomen Sukuna..notorious playboy turned pathetic fuck toy..retracted and allowed you to do as you wished. Leaning up, you’d wrap those nimble hands around his shaft and make jerking motions until that warm splatter of cum rain down on your mouth, tits and pretty features. “G’ahh! F-fuck..I’m coming!—“ “I know, baby. I know..give it all to me. Let me drain you..”

All with a toothy grin and that maniacal cackle as you licked up the remnants. But not before ushering him in for another kiss.

“Thank you, daddy..just what I needed. See, you can follow directions.”

It was at that exact moment that the epiphany crossed his mind. And all Ryo could do was burst into laughter. No more were his days of mindless control and having his way..he was a changed man. Who was fucking with a grown woman!

[an-albino-pinetree]

Tastefully C R O P P E D -

Anyways, eat well—- sdhfhgj aa

🚨MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Look away children!

Warnings! : Cw suggestive Mild choking, yep- degradation if you squint, mostly just name calling, swearing, praise, being referred to as a toy, not your doctor’s recommended amount of dirty talk, Carnival!Jax being him-

[panicroomsammy]

Textual Lucifer/Sam SA compilation as of mid season seven. More to be added, probably.

[acesandocs]

Despite zzanimazz being deactivated i will still answer the questions they sent me. I hope they can see this wherever they are🫡

CW: physical and emotional abuse mention below

Desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

Ace isn't really aware of what he wants, he doesn't really think about it long enough to come to a clear conclusion. In reality he just wants to be accepted and understood by someone, anyone really. But he doesn't think thats ever going to happen. She has a bit of a defeatist streak going on that she pushes down by living his life without regrets or shame. Part of that is also intentionally acting weird and pushing people away. Because the pain of being rejected by someone he actually cared about hurts more than just telling himself that he's never going to have the kind of conection he craves. Most of the way she deals is either by denying or not thinking about it.

Mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

Ace has made a few major mistakes though she is a bit to stubborn to openly recognize them as mistakes. One is running away from home. He subconsciously regrets it but if he admitted that, to himself it would be like admitting defeat. One she can however clearly see was a mistake was starting to work under her first boss. He was emotionally and sometime physically abusive. And was taking advantage of the fact that she had no life experience and that she was homeless. As to how she fixed it…

CW: visual depictions of strangling and implications of murder via stabbing under the cut

Though that one might mostly be out of spite, if he has already decided it was a mistake he doesn't have to feel bad about how the whole situation ended up.(of course he doesn't have gult ridden nightmares, what are you talking about)

Trying out something a bit different with this one. More dramatic lighting and pose. If anyone has any suggestion on improvement feel free to share! The line art is intentionally very sketchy and unfinished to add to the disorientation of the moment. Also avoided adding her eyebrows for similar reasons.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

i'm warning all of you... this is freaky...

(cw: danger kink, breath play, death mention, not safe or sane)

danger kink murder doing autoerotic asphyxiation because that makes him feel euphoric flirting with death. he doesn't have a spotter because it makes him feel exposed - he's in a vulnerable position that anyone can take advantage of. but also logically he knows he should get one because of safety. but the thing is: can he trust anyone in this castle to take care of him, to not look at him with disdain for his unusual erotic desires?

nightmare is the first to know of his proclivities. it's hard not to when nightmare is able to sense emotions - especially in his own realms - and see the various marks on murder's body - especially his neck. so, as if this is just another team management issue, nightmare assigns killer to deal with it. and like, to murder, there's that mortification of being known. one day, killer just pulls him aside to discuss about his potentially dangerous nightly activities. and of course, murder wants to punch his face so bad for bringing the topic up. but orders are orders - murder must have a spotter with him every time he wants to do aea now.

"how are you going to enforce it then?" murder sneers at killer, whose face is so passive it's honestly unnerving.

"well, how about i'm just in your room every night then?" killer blithely replies, much to murder's incensed humiliation.

"what? you wanna watch me so bad?" murder snaps back, to which killer jeers.

"you wanna die so bad then? be my guest."

and so their weird freaky dynamic begins.

[fear-aesthetic-tourney]

Finale

Flesh synopsis

Looking good! But you could look better... Cmon, let's hit the gym, no harm in some extra reps? And you know you might need to cut some more, I think you've been in the bulk stage too long. Let's get into shape, buddy!

No propaganda submitted

Lonely synopsis

Sometimes, that isolation feels like it's choking you. Like when you want to speak, but the words get stuck in your throat. People try and talk to you, you try and talk to them, but you don't. You could never manage. And all that guilt just weighs down on you, crushing you.

No propaganda submitted

Dark synopsis

Around the dark corner, is something. Something you may not recognise, but would it be better if you did? Schroedinger says that until the box is opened, you have no way of knowing. Until you turn that corner, you have no way of knowing. Go on. Turn the corner.

Propaganda:

The all encompassing darkness is silent, cool, and comfortable in a way you can't get anywhere else. Just a surrounding blanket of Dark to embrace you. It's also scarier than people give it credit for. After all, how many statements take place at night, or include some kind of figure standing in the dark, just out of sight? Not being able to see what's after you may be more scary than the thing itself; your imagination is your own worst enemy.

[thisautistic]

it's weird that i'm becoming the choking!gif bl giffer when i can barely handle wearing necklaces because it makes me weirdly nauseous.

it's hot. don't get me wrong. but if anyone even REACHES for my neck i'll punch em in the throat.

(someone once choked me during sex without asking and i never spoke to them again) woooo traumadump

anyway in conclusion. it's hot on tv but it's not for me.

[seth-shitposts]

DbdjshWBDUFHNEHDBDHD3

Lmao

I- I can't slnsjdhdhd

So there's this fic I'm working on atm

And this is a funny little bit that I don't plan on including, but decided to dump here rather than completely nix it.

Cw// suggestive , Mention of choking , nsft ish

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Zeb, having received a necklace from Kallus: ni alitha, this is.... i... I love this so much *smiles widely* the craftsmanship is remarkable! I love everything about it.

Zeb, havung a sufden realization: Hey how'd you know my neck measurement though? It fits perfectly and you haven't once taken any type to my neck.

Kallus, turning very bright, and avoiding his gaze: you, uh, don't want to know.

Zeb, skeptically and now with intense curiosity: I don't wanna know or you don't wanna tell me? Either way, I really do wanna know now.

Kallus, hiding his face behind his hands: you... do you recall that time when I was still... it was the one time I had managed to be the one to get my hands...

Zeb, laughing: you mean to tell me you guessed the measurements from that one time you had your hands around my throat? *howls in laughter*

Kallus, very ready to just go find a hole to crawl into so he can pass away: Garazeb, please I am actually about to combust.

Zeb, laughter finally dying down, sliding in closer to Kallus’s space: scratch what I said about it being a perfect fit. Kal, it's actually a bit lose, I think you need to re-measure me~

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Abdjdj LMAOOO I fucking can't

[travellingtribble]

after much consideration I've come to the conclusion that no Nandermo is better than dead Nandermo.

It might be the Supernatural 15×18 "Despair" 6 November 2020 Election Putin Day trauma speaking, but still.

[habitual-creatures]

*DIS cracks its neck, twitching again. It's eyes do the thing*

Y̷̪͐0̶̯̽Ű̵͔ ̴͖́Ḑ̴͌A̴͉͆R̸͍͝3̸̪͒ ̷̰̊T̵̘́Ȟ̵̪R̵̬̂3̸̧͐A̶̠̐T̵͠��3̶̥̂N̶̗͝ ̸͗ͅM̶̟͆3̵͇̄?̶͖̓!̶͍̕

*It launches at Frost, pinning her down with a set of arms. It's jaws split and gets close to ripping at it's face. Instead, it's usually non-existent pupils roll back and the thing freezes up, not moving and battling its own mind*

~CHA0TICALLY, DISC0RD/🕕

(Plain Text: Y0U DAR3 THR3AT3N M3?!)

Get off of her... NOW...

YOU FILTHY BEAST.

I SHOULD RIP THAT EYE OUT MYSELF... I BET I COULD...

IHAVETO- REMOVE EYES ALL- THETIME...

[goldammerchen]

No dejar títere con cabeza

Day 3 @hetahorrorweek, Experiment + Needles (some Distorted Vision too)

[Modern era] Out of nowhere, someone finds himself fighting for his life… (Something from the past comes to bite him)

(outdated screenshot, actual fics has more warnings for accuracy. see tags)

[kittiizz-x3]

How do i title things

ANYWAYS i have more art..... this time its my oc in the sparklecare hospital (au design tehee)

I added image description for the card image in case my handwriting isn't that readable HNFDHFDHFDN

God i am So Silly

Allotpun - Anxious

Afflictions - Nervous nellie, Ultra-mega-sads

Likes - Stars, Astronomy, Drawing, Alone time

Dislikes - Bugs/insects, Blood, Small talking

[rinneverse]

do you think blade would be into choking

hmmmm…

i think so! there’s some feral part of him that gets off on the fact that you would allow him to put you in such a vulnerable position—that you’d let him have complete control over you like that.

he also really likes the tears that well up in your pretty eyes, the way your lips part to gasp, or perhaps the way you rake your nails down his back as he squeezes your throat with just the right amount of pressure. :)