#tw: breathplay

[sugoi-writes]

Laundry Day, Part 3 - Sanemi x F!Reader

A/N- Alright whores, it's about that time. Keep in mind that the smut takes a bit, but it's THERE, m'kay? I did my best, so don't judge me 😂 We start with normal Dom!Sanemi, followed by a lOT of switchy/subby Sanemi vibes towards the end. Bits of Dom!reader sprinkled in, if you squint.

Trigger/Content warnings: Hickeys, embarrassment/anxiety for reader at parts, manhandling, oral (f!receiving), fingerings (f!receiving), penetration from riding, dominant and submissive moments/wording, CHOKING, breathplay (Sanemi receiving).

I hope you enjoy it, as much as I did writing it. DIG IN!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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Late evening, just past sunset

After a quick once over and adjustments, you finally felt comfortable enough to attend dinner tonight with the Hashira and the masters of the Manor.

Sanemi is first to leave his room, insisting that you leave and walk the longer route around to avoid looking like you were "alone together". While you didn't mind being considered an item, seeing you both kanoodling would start  gossip that you'd both be too flustered to tolerate right now...

And so, you did as he asked, leaving his room about 10 minutes later. All of this just to be safe, you thought.

As you take the scenic route towards Ubuyashiki's main louge and dining space, you hear heavy footsteps running up behind you," Y/N-chaaaaaan!"

You practically fall onto your face as Mitsuri latches onto you from behind, making you yelp in surprise.

"M-Mitsuri-san!!! Ahh, you surprised me!!!" You say with a start, your knees buckling from her intensity.

"Sorry, sorry!!! I'm just so happy to see you again! I haaaaate doing chores, and I wish you were there! I had soooo much to do today!" Mitsuri practically wailed, making you roll your eyes.

"Tch, you would've hated it even if I was there!" You reply, earning you a defiant whine in return.

"Hmph!! Y/N-chan is so meaaaan!" As she shakes you with a tight hug, you feel her breath catch and freeze completely.

You blink, turning to look towards her," H-Hey... are you okay? I'm sorry if your day was really bad. I didn't mean t--"

"Wait is that-- Y/N, is that a HICKEY?!?"

Immediately, your face turns beat red, before you're frantically trying to shush your pink haired friend.

"HEY-- hey, nooooo! No, Mitsuri, it was just a-- I swear it's nothing!!!" You lie, grabbing your friend by her shoulders.

Mitsuri grins, covering her mouth with her hands," Y/N, who were YOU spending time training with!!! Oooooo, I wanna know~ that wasnt on you earlier when you were hanging laundry!!!" Mitsuri gushes, giggling as you shake her again.

"I-I promise you it was!! Honest!!!"

"Liar~" Mitsuri teases, making you facepalm and whine.

"O-Okay!!! Okay-- how bad is it? Is it super noticeable?" Mitsuri nods hastily, making you squirm," Shit, okay, well-- w-well, do you have some makeup that can help cover this?"

Mitsuri's ears perk up, as you see the smile on her face reach her eyes," I doooo, but... only if you can tell me who did that to you~"

You groan in frustration, running your hands down your face," Mitsuri!!! Please!!!"

The pink haired hashira giggles," Promise me! Promise me, and I'll help you cover the ones by your jaw, too!"

You freeze, huffing in defeat after the reality of your situation sinks in," Okay okay... I promise! I PROMISE! You're the only one I can trust to see me like this..."

"See you like what?," you hear from behind your shoulder. You freeze, as Obanai's voice comes through, loud and clear. Your hands frantically cover your neck, as Mitsuri blushes and stammers.

"Uhhmm!! Uhh-- nothing!!! She's fine, all good!!," Mitsuri is quick to say, gently shoving you towards the nearest room,"I'll tell you later!!" She adds, making you snap at her.

"MITSURI!!!!"

"O-Oh dang!!! Right!!! Uhh-- talk to you later, Obanai-san!!!"

As you and Mitsuri dart into the nearest room, Obanai narrows his eyes at the door, Kaburamaru hissing quietly.

"...see, I have the same feeling...," Obanai says flatly, turning on his heel," Leave it to Y/N to be up to no good on a day off. Whatever she's dragged Mitsuri into, it better not be dangerous..." he huffs, chosing to walk away as you do something about your predicament.

---

"Ahh, Mitsuri-sama! Y/N-sama! You're finally here!"

You bow your head gingerly, as Mitsuri does the same," S-Sorry," you stammer, looking to Kagaya,Amane and the rest of their family," W-We were just catching up... completely lost track of time!"

All eyes were on you, as you saw all of the Hashira, your Master, and his family before you. If not for your position, you would have been quaking in your boots from the amount of power and status in this room.

Shinobu looks to the two new comers, clasping her hands together gently," Ahh, don't forget about the rest of us, dear Y/N-chan~! We still have to discuss our next mission together~," the insect pillar chimes, making you blink in surprise.

"O-Oh!!! Shinobu-san, I-- I'm sorry, we can DEFINITELY talk about that before we go to bed!" You apologize, making Shinobu beam.

"Now now, we will have plenty of time to attend to business... for now, this is a time to relax and recollect ourselves..." Kagaya chimes, raising his head as he looks towards your voice.

You flush with guilt, as you nod again respectfully," O-Of course... forgive us, Master..."

Mitsuri sneaks by to sit between Rengoku and Gyomei, while you take your seat between Giyuu and Shinobu. Tengen seems to be whispering something to Rengoku, before you hear the pair stiffle a laugh.

You feel yourself shrinking inward as you automatically feel that they were laughing at or about you. You hear Ubuyashiki clear his throat, the table growing silent.

"I'd like to thank you all, and the beings whom allowed it, for you being here tonight... we've cooked a particularly filling meal for you all."

Amane gently cuts in, a soft smile on her smooth face,"Please dine to your hearts' content. We have plenty more to serve you all."

Everyone collectively offers their thanks to the masters of the home, thank their deities, for the meal. Immediately after, everyone starts to dig in. As lively chatter and banter fills the air, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You look over to see your Wind Pillar, your admirer, eyeing you. A soft flush is dusting his cheeks, as he offers you a short but sweet nod. He wants to do and say more, but he seems to be hesitant.

You smile warmly to him, going to pass him something before you feel Giyuu bump into you.

"H-Hey!!! Watch it!!!," you bark, Giyuu almost remaining motionless.

"...sorry...," Giyuu's monotone voice replies,"...Obanai was reaching over, so I tried to give him space." Your face flushes with guilt, feeling bad for getting so fiesty.

"N-No, sorry, it's okay... it's a crowded table, after all," you reply sheepishly, catching the eye of Sanemi again. You could see his face contort slightly. He seems to be a little envious...? Maybe you should've sat next to him?

"Y/N-chan, could you pass the sauce this way, please?," Shinobu politely asks, before you go to do so.

But as you go to hand it off, you yelp in surprise. You felt... something.... touching on your inner thigh. You glance down, noticing something quickly retract.

You lock eyes with Sanemi again, who looks positively unamused at you. You strain as you smile, passing the sauce successfully.

"Sorry... just felt a chill, I guess..." You say dismissively, Shinobu humming.

"My, my, it seems like you're a bit off today, Y/N-chan... a little jumpy, even!" Shinobu quips," I hope I didn't make you feel too nervous about our next mission!," She finishes with a cool chuckle. You laugh, waving your hand dismissively,"O-Of course not! You know I always li--"

There it was again. A warmth pressed to your inner thigh, inching higher. You glance cautiously at Sanemi again, who seems to be trying to avoid your eye contact.

"A-Ahem-- I LOVE... going on missions with you!!," you finish, a quiet flush spreading across your cheeks. Shinobu laughs, her quiet but even tone welcome among the chaotic sounds of UMAI!!! and other banter.

"Ooooh, you're too kind Y/N-chan! That just makes me more hopeful for tomorrrow!," Shinobu chimes, gently patting your back as you try and avoid reacting to whatever is happening under the table. You fix Sanemi with a side eye, trying to eat as much as you could muster with his coy game of footsy.

Your predicament from earlier, your lack of underwear, was only making this game more dangerous for you. You'd have to be careful...

---

As everyone parts ways for the night, Mitsuri goes to pat you on the back,"...be careful tonight, okay?" She slips something into your other hand. The concealer!!

"...just in case you need it," She whispers, winking at you before walking away. Your face is fiery red, as you shove the concealer away.

"I-If you make this obvious, I'm going to come for you, Kanroji..." You exasperate, noticing Obanai slinking by to pursue Mitsuri.

Ever so subtly, he whispers something you almost couldn't catch,"... if you break his heart, I'll feed your hands to Kaburamaru."

You halt in your steps, sputtering as Obanai continues to walk, not even reacting. Mitsuri, you ass--!!

You can hardly speak up as you notice Sanemi shoving Tengen off of him, shoving his hands in his pockets and hastily walking away. Bingo.

You decide to take the scenic route again... surely you won't be too noticeable, right?

---

"...gotta lot of damn nerve," you hear a gruff voice behind you, nearly ten paces from Sanemi's room. Without even turning, you scoff.

"I should say the same to you, sir. Getting handsy with me under a table with all the Hashira? That's mighty bold--"

"You were the one without underwear," Sanemi harshly whispers back, making your thighs rub together,"... I didn't think you'd actually have it in you, little tease."

You swallow shallowly, grabbing at your kimono," W-Well... you didn't leave me many options..."

Sanemi's smirk was burrowing into the back of your head, and you knew it. Yiu were going to say more, before an arm hoisted you up by the waist, the other clasping over your bratty mouth,"...for good reason, doll."

Your yelp of surprise is muffled as Sanemi drags you into his room. He's feverishly shutting and locking the door again as you're thrown to the tatami mat. You mimic a fish out of water, gaping as your kimono is basically hanging open," W-Way to be discreet!!!," you hiss.

"Oh, shut up," Sanemi growls, looming over you. Your face heats up as a foot knocks you onto your back, smacking the back of your head," I don't need to be... you're the obvious one, here... I'm just gonna enjoy myself if you're gonna mess things up."

You try to get up as Sanemi kneels, but he grabs you by your ankles and yanks you closer, making your kimono fly open at the bottom again. You want to cover your face in embarrassment, until he lays on his stomach before your trembling legs.

"..y...you were really wanting to do this, then?," you hush, your breathing becoming heavy as Sanemi spreads your thighs apart. He marvels at the sight of your cunt, his mouth practically watering.

"Didn't have desert yet, right?," Sanemi drawls, a tone reverberating in the air that makes your toes curl sharply.

" I figured if I get to choose... I want something a little sweeter than some pastries the other grubby Hashira can get their hands on..."

You barely have time to process his compliment before featherlight kisses make their way up your inner thighs.

"I want you. And I only want my hands on you, Y/N. No one else."

His breath was hot and labored as you felt it closing the distance between his lips and yours. Well... at least the pair you had below the waist.

"Damn-- I didn't think you'd get this wet over my little words...," Sanemi practically hums, his tongue coming dangerously close to your slit. He suckles on the junction between your pelvis and thigh, making your practically squeal from sensitivity.

"S-Sanemi--! Please!!," you practically plead, embarrassed but too worked up to stop him. He has you gasping as he leaves the first of many hickeys, your hands flying into his hair. The pale haired hashira shifts over and begins to lick a long strip between your folds, pulling out a wanton moan from your throat.

"Don't have to tell me twice... thanks for the meal," Sanemi breathes over your clit, before going down on you fully. The feeling of his hot, smooth muscle made your core tense up almost immediately.

Your hands fisted his hair tightly as he diligently moved his tongue, exploring your warmth. You hear a noise coming from below, looking down at your lover. You feel yourself grow more excited as Sanemi growls into your sopping heat, seemingly enjoying himself.

His hands come around to your pelvic area, pressing down to keep you anchored in place as he finally pays attention your your needy clit. A hand shoots up to cover your mouth, and Sanemi lets you as he tears a desperate groan from you.

"Sh-Shit--- ughhhn, Sane-- m-mi!," you pant out, your hand falling limp as his tongue traces tickling, tight circles around your bud.

"Gods, youre fucking hot...," you hear your peer growl, making you clench around nothing. But that wouldn't be for long.

Your head is thrown back when you feel one of Sanemi's fingers bully inside of you, going down to his last knuckle. You could only squirm and take it as he continues to fuck your from the outside in.

" N-Nemi--- shit, 'Nemi, slow down...!" You feel his second finger close by, wanting to thrust its' way inside. Sanemi's eyes flicker up to yours, eyeslids supporting his droopy, pretty lashes. Who were you kidding? Even if he made you cum too quickly, you couldn't say no to that face.

Your eyelids flutter closed as he latches on to your clit again, suckling when the second finger goes in to your heat. For just a few moments, he leaves his rough digits there, letting you adjust and feel just how full you are.

He pulls of your clit with a wet pop, his grin covered in your slick," Had to give you something, too... a teaser for your dessert."

You swallow dryly, licking your lips and whining when he goes back down. You could hardly control your voice as your eyes rolled back on their own.

"Mine... my cunt... my partner, my fucking girl... this is all mine, Y/N...," Sanemi practically moans into you, his fingers starting to move. You reach down and deftly pull at his platinum hair again, relishing a very pleased moan from him. You could feel his desperation as he ruts against the floor below him.

"Y-Yes... fuck, yes I'm yours!!!" You say unprompted, making Sanemi grin. You were doing the work for him.

"Pl-Please... mark me, tease me-- FUCK-- F-Fuck me, Sanemi...!!! I-I can't keep h-holding ouuuuttt~ Ahh!"

Sanemi chuckles lewdly as he hooks his fingers inside you, targeting your gummy, inner walls' weak spot.

"Cum, then... cum on my face," you hear a strained groan, as his babbling continues," I wanna see you cum undone, baby...." Sanemi continues to ramble between suckles and licks, practically feral," F-Fuck, give me... give me what you've got, baby..."

You shriek into your hand as a hard thrust of his fingers finally tumbles you over the edge. Sanemi sputters blissfully as he gets vice gripped by your spasming walls. He's diligently lapping up at your juices, his free hand squeezing your hip as if to hold you in place.

Once you're trying to squirm away, Sanemi pulls back with another wet pop, his eyelids heavy. Oh no. No no no. The least you could do was return the favor.

You shove Sanemi onto his back before he can mount you, making him croak in surprise.

"Your turn to shut up, boy," you bark at him, making Sanemi's face go crimson," I've had just about enough of that mouth... but, I still want my dessert, too."

You practically rip his kimono off of him, leaving Sanemi a panting, breathlessly heap as he struggles to shimmy out of it the rest of the way. You could tell that the stimulation from his minstrations was enough to get him pretty riled up.

Once Sanemi laid bare, your kimono comes off next, leaving nothing to as you line yourself up over his aching, leaking cock. Your hand flies down to align him with your still sensitive hole, biting your lip as you mentaly hype yourself up.

"F-Fuck...," is all Sanemi can muster, his hands flying to support your hips as you sink down onto his shaft. It takes everything in the both of you to not shout from the seering pleasure.

You keep yourself seated for the moment, only wiggling your hips slightly as Sanemi bites his lip, his head reeling.

"N-Not so tough now, h-huh?," you practically whine as you finally pick yourself up, only slam back down onto his member. Sanemi grunts, eyes slamming shut," S-Shut up... ngggh, too good--" he pants out as you choose a brutal pace, knowing Sanemi could handle you like this... probably.

You lean forward as you bounce on his cock, grinning down at your man who was not only pussy drunk, but absolutely dazed as his eyes flutter again. He's practically breathless, his hands barely able to hang on as he grunts with every movement.

You decide it's time to try and really shut him up. Your hands trace delicate patterns up his body until they reach his neck, ghosting his throat. A wanton moan leaves him, eyes hastily looking at yours. Maybe he's never done this before?

You tenderly wrap a hand around his throat, not placing any pressure... and you feel his dick throb inside of you. Ohh... so the Wind Hashira wants his breath  knocked out of his chest, huh?

Experimentally, you apply some light pressure, and a strangled groan leaves him heaving, one hand flying up to grab your wrist. You almost stop, but he keeps your hand there, assuring you physically to keep holding on.

And so you do, while his face heats up dramatically.

"F-Fuhh--- ahhnn, fuhh-- Y/N!! Y-Y/N, fuh mee--" you can barely make out his cries, as tears are welling up in Sanemi's eyes. You practically squeal as you realize you've found his weak spot.

"Awww, what's the matter, Sanemi~? Hah-- f-feeling too good already?"

"Y-Yeah--! Nnn, yeah!!," is all he can reply between broken moans, his head going blank. You let go for a moment, causing him to gasp for air. He can hardly catch a break, your bouncing only becoming harsher and faster. He can barely breathe properly, even now, becoming an absolute mess under your touch.

"Tell me what you want, baby... I can give it to ya," you mewl, circling your hips in a way that made him see stars.

"G-Gonna--- agh, w-wanna cum!" Sanemi begs, both hands grabbing your wrists. Surprised by his tone and eagerness, you mentally note to yourself to tease him about it later.  You look down to his pleading eyes, knowing he can hardly speak as he's trying not to bust too early.

"Do you wanna cum for me, 'nemi?"

A choked up whine is all you get, causing you to slow down. He practically panics, slamming his hips up into you. You groan, meeting his thrust, but using your weight to hold him back down.

"Pl..please... y/n, please... I n-need... I need your hands... to cum..."

A chord snaps in you as Sanemi guides your hand back to his neck, before he grabs the other. It's only then you realize he wants you to use both of your hands.

Your eyes widen in shock, before Sanemi smiles dreamily up at you,"I-It's okay... hhnnn--- Hashira..." he says chopily.

Oh right. You've both been in a tight spot with breathing before. You grin. Guess the vulnerability turns him on, too.

On command, you wrap both of your pretty hands around his throat, applying that delicious pressure again. You make sure to not neglect his cock as your hips start up again, quickly increasing their pace. Sanemi, unable to move his head back, lets his hands fall to either side of his head, eyelids fluttering.

"F-fah... hah~ fuhk!! Oh fuhk!!" Sanemi was making noises you'd only expect actors to make, making your core flutter. And you weren't far behind him.

You toss your head back, cursing as your body stung from the energy you were using to fuck your man absolutely raw. You'd be luck if you were more than skin and bones after this.

"Hnnn, cum!! Cum for me, Shinazugawa!!" You commanded, resulting in a very quick, harsh thrust on his end. Your inner walls were painted white, causing you to finally cry out and meet your release a second time.

You didn't realize how loud and out of it you had been, until you feel weak hands tapping quickly against your thigh.

"Aghnn-- shit, fuck, sorry baby!" You quickly let go of Sanemi's neck, his vision almost blurry as he weakly looks up at you. A hoarse laugh leaves his broad chest, as he opts to pull you down for a hug.

You whine, the angle causing his cock to limply slip out of you, "Gods... that was-- that was pretty--"

"Amazing," Sanemi finishes, peppering your cheek with kisses. You giggle at the sweetness that greatly contrasted your lewd actions.

"Soooo uhhh.. was that new for you?," you ask innocently, still trying to catch your breath. Sanemi nods, head falling lazily to the side as you cuddle closer.

"W-With someone, yes... by my self? Hardly..." You feel your heart thump in your chest at the admission. So he was a little kinkier than you pegged him to be, afterall...

You smile dreamily up at Sanemi, kissing his lips as you chime," Well, it looks like we need to have dessert more often too..."

Sanemi laughs, running his hands over your back," First laundry, now dessert... you're starting to make it sound like a lazy, domestic Sunday..." You smile at him, mushing your cheek against his chest as you wiggle your hips.

"Well... it can be...," you offer, the both of you stilling for a moment," I-I mean... we can.... make this a thing. If you'll have me," you finish, the last part leaving you in a whisper. Sanemi rolls his eyes, pinching your nose as you whine distainfully.

"You think I would've done that if I didn't want that all the time with you? Tch. I'm not some man whore," Sanemi chides, as if offended. You smirk loopily, chuckling. ,"You sure sounded like a whore--"

Wholesome, bellyaching laughter fills Sanemi's room as the two of you bask in your afterglow, Sanemi jabbing your sides from the low blow.

"Well then, ma'am, if you want to hear those more... you better come home to my estate. Whenever you're ready... Whenever you're sick. Whenever your horny, especially.... I want you there with me."

You swoon at his words, wrapping your arms around him as you bury your face into his chest. He could hardly hear your reply, a smile plastering his face as he hears you say.

"...same time, next Sunday~?"

#sanemi shinazugawa x y/n #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi kny #sanemi demon slayer #sanemic fanfic #sanemi shinazugawa smut #demon slayer smut #kny smut #tw: choking #tw: breathplay #i hope you guys enjoy this thdjdbdjsnshs #gdydhshsbsjsnsj im stimming so hard while posting this im going FERAL

[oh-katsuki]

Where The Panther Killed The Stag - Chapter 9 (Hanma x Reader)

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Pairing: Hanma x Reader

Series Content Warnings: THIS SERIES IS A PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR AND INCLUDES THEMES OF: murder, violence, abuse, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, hard kinks, rumination, guilt, depersonalization, dub/noncon, organized crime, mind break, and other similar themes.

Summary: You’re a good student at the top of your university class and the vice president of your student-led club. A shiny toy on the top shelf of your social circle. Hanma likes toys he can break. Slowly but surely, you begin to spiral into a twisted situation that is entirely out of your control, putting your life and the lives of the people around you at stake.

Or, Hanma takes an interest in the University of Tokyo’s resident good girl.

Chapter Title: In Exchange For Affection - redirects to ao3

Chapter Content Warnings: fem!reader, implied slight weight loss due to stress, oral sex (m!receiving), head pushing, choking, slight breath play (reader chokes on it), slight dubcon (bc of the head pushing), little to no aftercare, feelings of worthlessness, insecurity, very toxic relationship, reader grapples with self-worth, possessiveness, reader does NAWT get her rocks off sorry libido gang

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: This series is only available to read on ao3!! please follow the links in this post and heed the fic warnings! thank you and enjoy <333 it’s only going to get darker from here on out so please be cautious of your triggers!

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[hanasnx]

on that hayden's hand covering your whole face, pressing you against the wall as he pounds you put me in and put me in NOW - 🌟

okay but like the mattress. big hand on your head as he shoves your face into the mattress so he can hit it from the back. your body is limp, ripping like fluid as he's fucking it, clutching onto the sheets while you can barely breath against the covers. forces you to arch your spine so low, muffle your screams, reinforces who's in charge here. keeps you pinned there while he gives you the meanest backshots <3 cum dribbling down your ass, down the bend of your back.

breathplay where he covers your nose and mouth because you taught him you like that. teetering on the edge of consciousness as your cunt flutters around him from the fact he could take things too far right now. looks into your eyes as your chest caves from lack of oxygen, fighting against his thick wrist while he's gloating, "not yet, baby, not until you cum." because he knows that shit drives you crazy, and you'd tap out if you really needed to.

you probably show him you want your whole face to be covered by his massive hand by placing it yourself. grabbing it and slapping it onto your face, corner of your lips protruding out from the web of his thumb and he laughs at you because it's such a silly thing to get so wet about. his thumb wraps around and grips, keeping his hand stamped to you while he's fucking you, making sure it stays there because you like it so much

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[ nsfw | CW ; Degradation, Cowgirl, Handjob → Blowjob(giving), Brief mention of penile spines, Rut/heat concept, Coercion, Dubcon because of Coercion]

Kitty!Hybrid x F!Darling

Your eyes slightly burned from how long you've been forcing yourself to keep watch on the TV. Desperately trying to ignore the cat boy that's been practically screeching in your ear for the past three hours, your already thin patience running thinner.

“Master~” He whined, dragging the vowels out “Please give me a chance, just— Just one time I promise.” He pleaded, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck.

You softly groan in response, shifting in the couch as you tried to create some sense of personal space- His warm breath tickling the shell of your ear.

“You don't even know what you want, all that stupid cat brain of yours is thinking is just ‘Breeding breeding breeding’ you bluntly say, flicking his forehead. Earning a soft ‘ow’ from him.

He pouted, crawling onto your lap and straddling your waist. Taking your lack of action against him as an invitation to kiss at your neck. “If m’ brain is screaming at me to fuck you till your pumped full of kittens then there must be a good reason.” He purred softly.

And while he was getting on your nerves- you make no move to push him off you, if anything you pull him closer. Wrapping a arm around his waist and absentmindedly playing with the dark brown tail poking out of the hole you made for all his pants.

“I'm going to get you neutered.” You huffed, shifting your legs so it was more comfortable supporting his weight.

A little whimper spills from his lips grinding his pelvis against you. “You say that but y'know you love how pliant I get— just begging for your attention constantly instead of telling you to fuck off.” He purred, canines grazing the nape of your neck.

You shiver in spite of yourself, hand lightly tugging at the waistband of his pants. “If you’re so desperate for a fuck you can fuck your hand.” You huffed, leaning your head back to look at him.

He doesn't miss a beat, immediately nipping at the skin of your neck, then as if making up for it places soft kisses along your jawline.

“I could fuck yours.” He purred, licking at the shell of your ear. You roll your eyes in response, holding his hips still so he's not obviously grinding against your thighs anymore.

“And if I gave you a hand job that's just gonna magically solve our problem?” You snicker, the way his body tensed at the comment going unnoticed by you, hair —and you suppose fur as well— bristling at the comment.

“And if it did..?”

Pearly white pre-cum leaked from the tip as you jerked him off, the paced movement of your hand gathering slick and glossing the base. Wet ‘plaps’ everytime your hand reached his pelvis.

“Your so needy.” You whispered, voice filled with more pity then anything else.

Though you doubt he heard you, with the needy moans and high pitched whines spilling from his lips. Head thrown back against the couch and hips rutting up, desperately seeking that simulation he oh so desired.

“F—fuck- your hand, so *so* soft.” he sobbed, claws digging into the couch. Your thumb plays with his tip, gathering the cum and messily spreading it around. Leaning in close you press a soft kiss against his length, savouring the — taste of his pre and the whimpery whine he let out.

“Warm— Oh your lips so w-warm.” He panted, his hand reaching up to your head, pushing your lips —with as much restraint he could— back to his cock, hips bucking forward and messily fucking into your face- half the time not even making it into your mouth and instead thrusting against your cheek, pre-cum and spit covering your face.

Nn—no— not yet I'm gonna c-cum—” He sobbed, wanting to drag the experience of your warm mouth and soft hands around his throbbing cock, so nicely licking up and down and bobbing your head along with the rough, filthy paste he set.

And sure enough a few more sucks on his swollen tip and the boy was crying out, shoving your head down till your nose was pushed up against black pubes.

Hips rutting up into your mouth, warm ropes of cum spilling into your throat. Broken moans escaping him from the way your throat squeezed and spasmed, desperate a break.

But even with limited oxygen you kept going, despite how his body tensed, swallowing his cum to the best of your ability without gagging. Pulling off of his cock with a wet ‘pop!’ Heavily panting,

Your mind was foggy, gasping for air as you wipe your face off. “F-fuck… Jesus Christ- are you happy now? Because this is the last time that I'm doing something like this for you.” you huff.

He didn't respond- or more so he couldn't hear you, lost in a daze and completely empty-mindedness.

Gathering what little composure he had he hummed, shifting in place awkwardly and rubbing his thighs together. "You looked so pretty on y're knees, like a proper bitch." He weakly laughed, as if a second ago he wasn't crying from the warmth of your throat.

"... M' balls still feel so heavy though." He whined, ears flattening against his head. A little pout on his lips. "I'm not giving you head again, you don't know when to give me a break." You immediately say, shooting the idea down.

"You could always just,, ride me." He him, glancing to the side. "I mean, I wouldn't doubt it if that pussy of yours was wet from just sucking my dick." He continues, nudging a foot against your crotch.

A shiver runs up your spine, a little huff leaving you. Staring off to the side for a moment considering whether or not to accept his offer.

Begrudgingly, you crawl up onto the couch, kicking your pants off in the process and settling yourself on top of him. Grinding your pussy against his already semi-hard cock, coating it in a new sheen of slick your hips slightly rutting forward whenever you rubbed up against a spine.

Entangling your fingers in his hair you position your hips so the tip pressed taut against your hole. A little whimper escaping you as you slowly let your weight drop down, savouring the way little breathless whimpers escaped him.

When he finally bottomed out you slowly rocked your hips, mostly letting him set the tempo because of how tightly his claws were digging into your waist. Lifting you up and down to meet his hips the only thing covering the sound of skin against skin being his almost annoyingly loud moans and whimpers -- "Fuck— your so tight Mfh- m' gonna breed that dumb cunt— make you my p-personal breeding bitch." He sobbed out, not even bothering to move your hips anymore— instead keeping it firmly planted against his thrusting hips.

You'd feel annoyed by the comment if his pathetic whines weren't so damn arousing. "I'd like to see you try." You hissed through gritted teeth, tightening your grip in his hair and banging your hips down against his.

Dipping your head down you lick at his ear and bite down on the cartilage. "F-fuck, you really want to ruin my body don't you?" You whisper through breathy moans, grinding your pussy against his cock to the best of your ability.

A little hum escapes him, his mind too busy focusing on the gooey warmth that he's fucking into to actually care about what your saying— couch creaking with your rough movements.

You needily grind your hips against him, reaching a hand in between where the two of you connected to play clumsily with the sensitive bud of nerves. Trying to make the increasingly tight knot in your stomach finally pop,

Claw marks left on your waist as he tugged you forward. Breathless, high-pitched moans whispered into your ear. "M... m' gonna cum— gonna cum in that slutty, tight pussy-" He moans out, his thrusts growing erratic and a desperate.

You could feel it, that final little push that had your body tensing and shuddering in pleasure. Squeezing his cock for all its worth.

And following suit your clenching walls trying to milk him pushed him right over the edge, his hips with one last thrust stilling inside of you, able to feel his twitching cock- the feeling of his cum slowly filing your insides a foreign sensation. Leaving the two of you a panting mess, connected by the frothing of cum, spit, and slick.

Slowly you lift your hips up, internally cringing at the feeling of cum spilling out of your hole. "S-shit... You Came a lot." You softly panted plopping yourself down right next to him, less worried about the possible stains and more so about whether you should go shower or sleep first.

Grunting slightly he lifts his head up, a tired look in his eyes as he rubs the back of his neck. "You... I'm sure you'll just clean it up." He mumbled out, sitting up on the couch properly and looking around. "Speaking of, you should really buy those pills" He causally reminded you, poking a finger in your face.

"It's irresponsible, who knows what my happen during my next rut?" He added on.

As if he wasn't the one whose been harassing you for three hours to have sex.

#writing #fanfic #fiction #Fawn | Kitty #cw dubious consent #cw degradation #tw degradation #cw coercion #tw coercion #male oc x reader #hybrid x reader #nsft #smut smut fic #smut tag #smut #breeding k1nk #cw breeding #cw breathplay #cw choking #divider/bannerbycafekitsune #female reader #fem reader #f!reader #male x reader #male x female reader #Catboy oc

[ticklishpupmo]

I get in these moods every so often where I just. Want. Torture. I want to be restrained and taken advantage of. Spank me until my ass is black and blue. Tickle torture me until I can’t breathe. Choke me until I tap out. Edge me until I’m squirming and begging. Scratch me. Pull my hair. Hit me. Hurt. Me.

And make me say thank you each and every time.

#minors dni #nsft #tw pain play #tw choking #pain play #tickle kink #tw breath play #breathplay

[mich-loves-equality]

I'm cockwarming my biggest toy today while i run my errands ☺️☺️☺️☺️

Send me icky asks and dms to make it harder for me

#bd/sm pet #dom/sub #corruption kink #breathplay #degrading k1nk #puppy sub #puppypl4y #use me pls #use me use me use me #breath control #tw cockwarming #c0cksleeve #c0ckslut #c0ckwarming #humiliating kink #dild0

[2many-art]

Kinktober 2023, day 19 : breathplay, feat Belphegor OM

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#strangulation #tw strangulation #tw strangling #breathplay #🌃.art #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanart #🌠.my art #digital art #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #kinktober

[lefthandedvegan]

I want to be bound on my knees getting throatfucked. I want to feel myself choking and gasping for breath, trying to protest but my mouth is full and it all comes out muffled.

Speak up princess, what’s wrong?

There’s no point in trying. I end up moaning around his strap as he pulls out of me and slaps me.

I said speak up.

I try to speak but nothing comes out, only weak, raspy whimpers. Spit is dripping from my swollen lips onto my chin as he scoffs at me and pushes me to the ground.

I feel his boot on my throat as I look up, struggling to regain my breath as my vision starts to deteriorate from the lack of oxygen.

You’re so fucking pretty when you’re scared, Princess.

#cnc k!nk #breathplay #t4t nsft #ftm nsft #I never tag things peace and love #I worry these will get traction and people can’t filter the TWs so lol #I speak

[submissive-at-heart]

Two hands on her throat are better than one 🤤🤤

#tw choking #light choking #k!nky thoughts #k!nk tag #submisive and breedable #don't breathe #breathplay #get fucked #hold my breath for me #please #thank you daddy

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: Surprised we haven't seen much of them but what about facehuggers from the Alien franchise? Maybe three of them violate you at once, thrusting deep into your pussy, ass and mouth. You black out multiple times from the pain of the intrusion and the three eggs being forced into you. When you finally awake, you feel fine for a few hours, dragging your body to bed for some proper rest. You don't know you're already a walking corpse. The two aliens inside your ass and womb decide to leave first, tearing apart your insides as they prolapse both your holes to escape, leaving you a bloody mess even before the last one tears through your soft stomach. As you lie there, bleeding out, the three now grown up drones start using your broken body like a fleshlight until it finally, mercifully gives in

Ooh, this is a good one >:3

It’s difficult to imagine the circumstances that would lead to a situation like that, but it doesn’t matter all that much. Specifically, it doesn’t matter to the three horrible creatures all making use of my body at once: one for my cunt, one for my ass, one for my mouth. Facehuggers are supposed to supply their victims with oxygen so that they can stay alive for long enough to be an incubator, but there must be something wrong with the one currently fucking my throat - I’m lightheaded, dizzy. Combined with the pain and overstimulation of taking three cocks at once too deep, the oxygen deprivation is enough to put me just at the edge of consciousness, unable to fully pass out because of the pain but very much ready to. The searing stretch of a trio of eggs being laid into my vulnerable, weak body is just another layer of torment.

When I’m finally in control of my own body again, I think it’s over. I can’t feel anything too wrong - the soreness is to be expected, from a rape like that - so I finally escape back to my own home. After locking the door (and closing all of the windows), I finally collapse into bed for a long-needed rest. Some normal sleep, for once, instead of suffocated half-consciousness.

Unfortunately for me, I get the opposite of normal sleep.

When I wake up, it’s not to my own circadian rhythm, nor to an alarm. Instead, I’m woken by something deep inside of me thrashing violently, fighting its way out of my body in any way possible. When I open my eyes, I’m met with the sight of my midsection swollen beyond belief, the skin bulging and rolling with the force of whatever is writhing beneath it. I cry out and moan in surprise and pain, clutching at my stomach to try and calm whatever is in there - but to no avail. My intervention just makes it worse, and the only thing I can do is spread my legs, tears rolling down my face.

I can feel them working their way through me violently, one in my womb and another in my guts. The third is in my stomach, and I don’t look forward to however it’ll choose its exit, but I can’t think about that right now. All I can think of is the pair of squirming bodies making their way towards my holes, purposefully and painfully. My insides are being reshaped, pulled along, pulled out by these monsters, and I sob even though my toes are curling. Neither of them is even close to coming out yet, and I can already tell that they’re not only ruining my holes - they’re ruining my entire body.

The one in my womb finally finds my cervix and forces it open, eager to escape the body it’s trapped in. I howl in pain, my eyes rolling back in my head, as the monster thrashes, trying to get through - but it can’t. My body isn’t designed to accommodate this kind of birth, so it just has to pull my cervix with it as it goes, further and further, blood lubricating its exit as it seeks out the light. The monster in my guts, too, is too large to make a proper exit, so it pulls my intestines with it as it descends, ripping them out of place in its mad scramble for freedom, jerking its body through the maze that faces it. I half-wish they’d both just tear their way out like chestbursters usually do, just to put an end to it. I don’t realize that I’m foreshadowing my own demise.

The pull and push of alien bodies quickly takes its toll. When the larval xenomorph in my cunt finally meets air, it’s brought my entire uterus with it, turning me inside-out. It still can’t escape properly, however, so it finally turns on its restraints and violently rips its way from my ruined womb, splitting my cervix so that it can slide out in a wet mess of blood and slick. I’m already in so much pain that the new onslaught barely registers. My guts share almost the same fate, but with less ripping-open and more ripping-out. The monster there prolapses more and more of my guts as it wriggles and writhes, finally freed after yanking a large section of my intestines from my body, and the sensation of my womb and my guts rubbing together is too much to bear. I’m past the point of screaming now, only able to sob.

Xenomorphs are known for maturing quickly, of course, and these two are no exception, though they seem to go through the process faster than even their species usually does. Whatever the case, they make their mature status clear with each enormous, throbbing, alien cock that drips precum onto the floor. They quickly take advantage of my weak, ruined body, raping my prolapses back into me with ruthless thrusts that only serve to do more damage. My womb ruptures under the onslaught, the xenomorph fucking right into my abdominal cavity, and my intestines don’t fare much better, easily speared through after being so thoroughly riddled with weak points. I moan, my body latching onto what little pleasure is there, and my mind further shields me from the pain by making me cum violently as the third egg finally hatches in a more typical chestburster move, finally rending my belly open in a spray of blood.

The creature scrambles around joyfully in my intestines, relishing the fresh air that greets it, but the two at my holes continue on without a care in the world. When I look down, into my own body, I can see the pair of enormous, otherworldly cocks using me for pleasure, slick with blood, just ripping open the holes they’ve made for themselves. There’s a perverse part of me that’s getting off on this, that’s relishing the way my body has been reduced to such a singular purpose - and, as my vision finally, finally starts to fade, that part of me takes over.

My last breaths are spent moaning in pleasure, eagerly anticipating when the third xenomorph matures and it can destroy my throat like it’s supposed to. Unfortunately, I don’t last long enough to experience it.

#Originally posted October 6th 2022 #asks #anonymous #my writing #nsft text #patreon.com/septimusmoonlight #aliens #ovi #gore tw #death tw #blood #snvff #n£cro #extreme #breathplay #cervix penetration

[ghoulangerlee]

swiss using his ties to the element air to steal his partner's breath away in some extreme form of breathplay

#breathplay tw #just cause i know its not for everyone

[impish-knight]

I'm restless as I count down the hours when we get to be together tonight. The type of restless that keeps me awake though I'm aware I need more sleep. An overbearing urging need to re-dye my hair and groom myself to perfection before you see me again. Generally I don't put much thought to my clothes, but now my mind is racing. I'm aware you don't mind how I usually appear, but tonight just feels extra special.

This week has been long and rough. I'm not even sure I've had a day off from upsetting news or just something going sideways that has tested my patience. But I made it to this Friday without going more crazy than I already am.

Tonight I want you to be brutal. Unhinged, if you will. I need to be pushed to my boundaries and my control to be tested and taken away. I want the onlookers to question our sanity or be jealous of our connection. For them to watch as you restrain me so I cannot do anything more than accept the blessing of your gifted violence.

You have all the tools you need at your disposal, and even some pre-installed. Trust me, Sir, you won't punch me as hard as I have ever been out of love - but help yourself. No matter how hard you hit me with the cane, I'll still glare and laugh at you while growling explicits at you. I'll fight my tears until they finally win, and it'll be a beautiful trophy for you. Hell, why not fuck with my face? It's why you've restrained me. That way your safety is more garuntee as you invade my space and push my buttons. Let your own frustrations and need for violence flow out of you. Maybe they'll think it's a torture scene, but I'll feel the love that binds us.

Leave your marks on me to caress in the following days. I'll send you pictures as I heal and giggle about how sore I am as I go about my daily tasks. Maybe I'll write a fun story about our scene later for those who wish to know just how fucked we can be.

Fucking hell, Sir, I need tonight to hurry up and get here. It's overdue for me to be your knight and let my nightmare rest.

@impishangel

#knightxangel #violence kink #hard k!nks #breathplay #cnc rough #bd/sm kink #tw torture #kn!feplay #rough kink

[eddywoww]

how bout Eddie using his belt to collar Steve 👀

........anon

ANON listen

LISTEN TO ME

Jfc

#you spun a horrible idea into my brain #what about belt Steve meets eddies boot #breathplay #tw kink #tw breath play

[thewhumpcaretaker]

The Broken Veil: Chapter 5 - Bloodless, Airless

Image source from Effect Magazine

TW: choking/breathplay, animal death, mental and physical child abuse (flashback to young Jardani)

Summary: John Wick has just agreed to kill Gianna D'Antonio, repaying the marker that gave him a life with Helen. However, Helen is trying to contact John from the afterlife, to show him that it is possible to stop the cycle of violence – not by forfeiting his own life, but by creating a fundamental shift in international systems and perhaps even the balance of good and evil in this world. But he doesn’t have to do it alone. She’s coming back.

“I have to remind myself to breathe—almost to remind my heart to beat!” - Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights

Waking up in Helen’s arms. Waking up with his face still nestled in her hair, with their limbs tangled effortlessly, seamlessly. It wasn’t a dream. She’s here, she’s safe. She’s so beautiful. She’s close to his own half century of age, but filled with the real, timeless beauty of liveliness. Her chest moves up and down and her cheeks are not hollowed with the wasting of her sickness and her flesh has the same healthy vibrancy as when they met. “I’ll do anything it takes,” she said. So will I. He will never allow any harm to come to her again. Ever, even from her own body. If it is possible for her to warp the fabric of reality, then so will he.

The sunrise floods over the balcony, the bedside table, the starched sheets and billowing blankets. He pulls her closer by the waist and nuzzles against her, and she turns in her sleep to embrace him. All of him is fluttering. The alarm is about to start blaring, but John shuts it off and kisses her awake instead. It’s time to get up, and board a plane, and beat this entire world into a shape that will hold her gently.

***

Half a world away, Santino is struggling not to fear death. Something is wrong, Ares should have contacted him by now. It’s at moments like these that his blood runs icy with the knowledge that he could make a wrong move at any moment. I could, but I won’t, he tells himself. No, he’s Santino D’Antonio, he is destined for power, he has a hold on the situation. No, it’s that pathetic dog John Wick who will be snuffed out of existence. He was fool enough to give me a marker. He’s dead no matter what he does. Santino smiles.

Winston’s voice breaks in again. He’s been pressuring Santino ever since Cassian’s report reached him, with the marker ledger open on the table between them. “He completed the task. The marker is over.”

“I want to hear it from my own people.”

“Just mark it, you’re dragging this out for yourself. Ares will be dead by now. Why else-”

Ares walks in. Winston’s breathing stops for an instant. He tries to control his expression but Santino catches the horror that flashes through him.

Ares starts signing. “I fucked up. Wick is alive. The rest of my entourage is dead. I’m sorry.”

“And the target?”

“Also alive. He went all the way to her chambers and then didn’t follow through.”

Santino swears, then stands up and paces. That icy feeling is taking full control, but he refuses to admit it. He glares at Winston. “Seems it’s good that I waited.”

Winston is at a loss for words. He closes the ledger in resignation.

Santino turns and snaps at Ares, “Why didn’t you finish the contract in his place?”

“That wasn’t part of our agreement. Wick was my focus and I stayed on him. No way in hell I’ll take on a target of that profile without a marker of my own.”

“Lot of good that did!” He laughs darkly. “But it doesn’t matter. He’s dead walking.”

Winston’s still there, the damned pest. “You have no idea what’s coming, do you?”

“I have everyone in New York looking for him. I doubt you will see him again. Besides, I still hold the marker. He’s dead if he comes for me.”

“Is that so? You stabbed the devil in the back and forced him back into the life that he had just left. You incinerated the priest’s temple, burned it to the ground. Now that he has nothing left to lose, what do you think he’ll do? He had a glimpse of the other side, and he embraced it. But you, Sr. D’Antonio, took it away from him.”

“He was already back!”

“Oh, he came back for love, not for you.”

“He owed me, I had every right!” Santino takes a step towards him, heated, struggling not to lose his temper at the way Winston is trying to scare him. It’s insulting.

Ares taps loudly on the table until both men look to her. “There’s something else you need to know.” She pauses. “There was a woman with him. I saw her appear out of nothing.”

“I think she answered his phone. Stealth fighter?”

“No. I mean she wasn’t there, and then she was. I know I never looked away.”

Santino shakes his head. “Don’t fuck with me right now.”

“I’m not. This isn’t a joking matter. She took a full clip to the back and didn’t flinch.”

“Well-funded then. Good body armor.” Ares looks like she wants to say something, but she thinks the better of it, so he continues. “Do you know who she is?”

“She claimed to be his wife, Helen Wick. And he claimed she was contacting him from beyond the grave. That’s what he said to Gianna.”

“So you know nothing. Useless.”

Winston has gone strangely pale.

Santino’s patience is fully exhausted. “Fix this within 48 hours or Wick won’t be the only one who’s dead walking.”

On the borderline between obedience and passive aggression, Ares signs, “Ok.”

***

It’s seven million. He might have been too blissful to care last night, but now he cares. He’s shoving the incriminating weaponry from last night into a disposal bag supplied by the hotel (along with a new cell phone), and he’s thinking about his hands around Santino’s throat.

That one bag would give any TSA agent a heart attack, Helen thinks to herself as she watches him dump in another set of knives.

Without looking up, he places information in front of her ears, his voice too monotone to be called speech. “They will swarm us. They’ll go through anyone I’m with to get to me.”

“I’m so sorry. This is an extremely frustrating situation. But I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

He continues as if she hasn’t spoken. “When we touch down, I will go to work, and you will take a taxi and go…well I would have sent you to our home, but it has…” He forces out the words, “recently exploded.”

“I know. I saw. But John-”

“So instead you will go to a random location, with some money that I give you, and two days from now we will meet up-“

She steps between him and the door and takes him by the shoulders. “Look at me, and let’s talk for a second.” When he meets her eyes, she continues, “It makes no sense for us to separate. Do you leave your body armor behind when you go into battle? No. I am your body armor now.”

It’s so difficult for him to look at her when he knows she’s about to be attacked because of him. She looks stunning today. And every day. “I never want to think of you as my body armor.”

“Then think of me as your teammate. Your other half. We don’t separate, okay?”

Fine then. I’ll just kill them all. Anyone who touches her. “…Okay.”

She relaxes, and opens the hotel room door. He shakes his head, amazed at her calm, and guides her down the hallway, his hand on the small of her back. She’s in black lace, a superb Valentino cocktail dress, and the heat of her skin through the fabric only amplifies his protective rage.

“Do they serve breakfast on the flight?” she asks.

“We’re taking a private jet. They serve anything you like.”

“Good. You should eat something. You’ve been pacing around all morning.”

“What about you? Do you…eat?”

She thinks for a moment and replies, “I’m not hungry, but I’m not repulsed by the idea. I imagine I could if I wanted to.”

Once they’ve boarded, he orders her favorite breakfast of French toast and strawberries. He hasn’t forgotten. Even though there’s no hunger, it feels good to eat again, especially while flying over the sunlit Spanish countryside, reclining on quilted leather. She savors every sensation. But she can’t help being a little distracted by the anger still coursing through him, intensified by black coffee.

When she’s done, he clears his throat. “So how does the invulnerability work? Is it just bullets, or all forms of damage? Knives, for example?”

“The rocks didn’t cut my feet when I was running barefoot last night.”

“What if someone put you in a chokehold? Do you need oxygen to the brain?”

“I’m not sure.”

“…We’ll need to know very soon.”

“Well in that case, let’s test it.”

“I-what?”

“You could choke me.”

***

“Choke me, John.”

They were on her couch, after having dinner with her friends. He already had a hand up her skirt and towered above her with a knee pressed into either side of her hips.

He hesitated. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then you don’t have to, silly.” She dropped the playfulness for a moment. “Is that not something that appeals to you?”

“No.” He’d suddenly gone very stiff, and not in the ideal places.

“That’s okay. Hey, I’m sorry if I brought up something unpleasant. It’s not important what we do. Being with you is enough.”

He laid back against the cushions, clearly trying to push the “something unpleasant” out of his thoughts and failing. He managed to say, “Your friends would be pretty shocked to hear me refuse that request.”

Helen laughed. Her friend Mindy had made a risqué joke about how wild he must be in bed. Like everyone else, she was taken in by his imposing figure, his rumblingly deep voice, his confident motions and the vice grip that closed too tight on the back of Helen’s chair when someone made her uncomfortable. “You are far sweeter than you let on with other people. I understand and I love that about you.”

“You don’t understand. It’s not just that I have a taste for…gentler forms of intimacy. And I don’t…I don’t mean to say that aggression can’t be sweet.” He was having trouble speaking. She waited. “I don’t want that image in my head. Of my hands around your neck. Not ever. If you understood what that image means to me…that act and you don’t belong in the same world.”

“Then help me understand.” But that wouldn’t be the night he told her. After his first refusal, she let it drop and just tried to bring him back to himself. She didn’t yet know exactly what was bothering him so much. She knew only enough to make out that there was violence in his past, and perhaps in his present, and that was enough to make her concerned for him.

It was also enough to teach her how to interact with him. She learned quickly that they could be rough together, he could take her hard and fast, he was honored by her trust in him. But any play that placed her in the role of masochist at best turned him off and at worst sent him spiraling. It wasn’t that he lacked dominance. It wasn’t that he didn’t want power over her body. It was just that power never seemed to translate into violence. Not even play-pretend violence. Not with her, even if she wanted it. Violence…that was reserved for others.

***

“Choke him, Jardani. Until he’s dead.”

The little boy refused to let his voice break. “I don’t want to.” He was about ten, though he doesn’t remember exactly now.

The Director repeated his words, tutting. “You don’t want to. Tsk.” She had placed a viper in the cage with his pet pigeon. He grabbed him quickly enough, and clutched him just below the base of the skull between his fingers. But he was being trained as an assassin, and assassins do not just grab their prey to hold it firmly by the base of the skull. “Then let him go back in the cage.”

“I would like…to put him outside.”

She laughed uproariously. “That’s not one of the options I’m giving you. Sometimes, life doesn’t give you any options you like, boy. Kill him, or let him go back in the cage and eat his fill.”

He could feel the snake’s strangely malleable throat thrumming against his flesh as he turned his head and flicked his tongue, desperate to escape. Jardani hesitated.

“Too late.” The Director smacked his wrist, hard, forcing his fingers to splay open. The viper fell back to the floor of the birdcage, momentarily stunned. She closed it and dragged him away, his arms twisted together behind his back in a single one of her hands. “Stand still and watch.” He let his body go slack and she released him. The viper, rapidly recovering its strength, sprung forward and sunk fangs into the fluffy white breast that Jardani had so often cradled to his cheek. Red, seeping from the wound. Her body, thrashing as if in seizure. And The Director, standing above him.

In a moment of blind rage, he lunged at her throat. He was already well trained enough to make contact with her collarbone before she flipped him to the ground. Panting above him, she praised his outburst. “Good. You’ll do so well in this world.”

“I loved that bird,” he grunted from underneath her shoulder, seething. “She was my friend.”

“Love? I’ll tell you what love is. Love is a stranger’s body hitting the floor. We kill strangers so we don’t have to kill the ones we love. If you love anything in this world, kill the first thing that tries to take it from you. An enemy, a bystander, even someone you are sworn to. It doesn’t matter. Kill, without hesitation. That is love. If you loved her, that’s what you would have done.”

***

“I don’t want to choke you. I want to choke the people who would ever try to choke you. You know that.”

“You don’t have to. But I want to put it on the table. You’re not doing violence against me, you’re getting information to protect me. And you won’t hurt me, things are different from when I was alive. I think there would be some value in understanding viscerally that I can’t be harmed. I can see you spiraling, John. You’re afraid for me. I don’t want that to run you right now.”

He sighs, considering.

Again, “You don’t have to. I could just hold my breath.”

He glances around, checking for any sign of the flight attendant, but the coast is clear. Finally, he takes her hand and places it over his left wrist. “If you feel yourself losing consciousness, tap.”

The light from the jet’s porthole is pouring across them, warming them both with the brilliance of white clouds stretching into an endless beyond. As he leans forward, his shadow falls over her, creating a patch of chill, as slivers of sun burn white at the edges of his dark hair. Slowly, his free hand moves to her neck. Her eyes are locked onto his, completely peaceful and trusting. She’s so fragile, and his palm is massive. There’s the small lump of her voice box, the hard but so-brittle ridges of the cervical spine. He knows where to press to shatter them. His thumb on one side and fingers on the other find the pulse of her carotid arteries, and gradually they squeeze, severing blood flow. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Her face is white but completely alert, still smiling at him in reassurance.

His touch feels so strange, dizzying and cold but completely incapable of rendering her unconscious. He’s so powerful. She can feel his pulse too, through his fingertips. He’s shaking in every part of his body except this arm, where he maintains perfect control of his muscles, terrified to slip and hurt her.

Severed blood flow does nothing then. What about total asphyxiation? It doesn’t really add anything, but now that he’s here… Another slow, small movement compresses her trachea.

She can feel the walls of her throat touch together. Thirty seconds. Forty seconds. Sixty seconds. Ninety seconds. Seconds stretch into minutes. She’s not breathing at all. But she basks in the pressure of his touch, and the way his emotions are gradually changing in flavor. He hasn’t realized it yet, but he’s hard, and she can feel it. The blood that can’t reach her brain is pounding in her pelvis.

She’s still beaming up at him, her lips slightly parted. He realizes that he hasn’t been breathing much either and exhales in relief. There is her life, in his hand, her bloodless, airless, undead, unkillable, willful life. And there’s nothing he can do that will go wrong, and even if there was, he would not do it. His hand is not murdering her. It’s framing her face, adorning her like a necklace, hugging her, supporting and directing her head. It looks good on her. So affectionate, pressing into her so deeply. Expressing his love for her without killing. He feels strong, he feels beautiful, he feels in control of himself. He feels almost worthy of her trust. This…this is what she wanted to show him.

With her hand still resting gently on his wrist, and her smile still radiant, he leans forward and tilts her mouth to his.

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