#tw: gagging
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I'm about to go work out but the only thought in my head rn is this mf being really dominant and I can't function
There's not much I hate more than being told what to do, pls explain how tf I ever feel submissive 🙃
But just the thought of him looking like that and being so damn authoritative. He knows how much you get off on entirely submitting to him and he's pretty proud of himself.
"Knees. Now." That's all you need him to say before you're sinking to the carpet, looking up at him expectantly because you know he's got plans for you. You're eye level with the bulge in his trousers but you don't want to acknowledge that just yet; you can't look too desperate for it.
"Good girl." He hums quietly, undoing his button and zipper while you're still looking up at him. He frees his cock, giving it a few firm strokes but you still don't look. Not until the soft, warm tip lands on your lips.
There's no stopping yourself. Before you've truly thought about it, your lips are wrapped around the head, swirling your tongue over him, willing to do whatever it takes to be rewarded with the taste of his precum.
"Oh sweetheart, you suck dick like a slut, you know that?" His hand is on the back of your head. Not pressing or guiding, more just a tether.
You hum contentedly, taking more and more of him until you're gagging quietly, trying to hide the sound behind your moans.
"I wanna fuck this pretty little throat." Steve groans. He's wrecked and it's so rewarding for you to know you got him like this.
"This isn't fair, baby. Daddy doesn't want to make you cry but you look so fuckin' pretty with tears streamin' down your cheeks. You're so beautiful when I ruin you." The tears had been threatening to spill for quite some time, only evidence of the assault on the back of your throat.
You looked up at him as they fell past your waterline, rolling down your cheeks, almost in perfect sync and the moan that Steve let out at the sight was Heavenly.
"God, you're testing me. Takin' everything in me not to use your throat like a little fleshlight. I should give you something to really cry about."
#becca's thots#becca writes spice#Steve rogers smut#Steve Rogers x reader#looooook#it's leg day#I'm gonna go make my own legs shake#I just needed to get this thought out of my head first#tw: gagging
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yall remember that time i had a sour candy on stream?
tw: sounds of me choking lmao
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It’s just a cold!
Everything in Mao Mao is so fun but this made me laugh so much. I love characters making weird faces while making odd sounds.
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no. no no.
@expergefactors bring me to this motherfucker IMMEDIATELY
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i wish I had a dick for the express purpose of fucking gojo’s face I’ve literally never wanted anything more. like yeah a pussy works too but I wanna hear him gag on it. watch him get all teary eyed. good god.
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Whumper splurging on a professional grade camera setup in order to capture Whumpee's every cut and bloody rivulet, crisp and in striking color. Zooming in on the ball gag they had forced between Whumpee's lips, making sure to get the drool dripping down their chin in the frame. Whumpee's eyes burn with humiliation as Whumper showers them with compliments on how stunning they look bleeding on camera.
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The scientists had gagged you. It was a first for you — usually they liked it when they could hear your pain. You suspected that they had made some sort of table, charging your pain on a meter. It had certainly seemed like their bruisers worked harder on making you scream on certain days.
But the gagging was new. It might have come about because you were screaming not in pain but in fury — it bothered you more when they had turned their attention to your family than when it was on you.
However, the scientists had three new subjects to experiment on and had little use for you currently.
Instead, they left you tied up and gagged, only able to watch as they repeated the torture and deaths you’d been experiencing the last few months on your brothers. They had enough information on how you reacted to physical torture and wanted to know more on how you’d react the emotional torture brought about by knowing the pain your family was about to endure.
@themerrywhumpofmay
#the merry Whump of May#the merry whump of may 2022#Don’t Leave Me Here#tmwom#Day 20#the merry Whump of May Day 20#tmwom day 20#tw: torture#tw: tied up#tw: gagging#tw: gagged#tw: ongoing torture#tw: captivity#the old guard#the old guard drabble#tog#tog drabble#my stuff#m’s drabbles
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the first terrible chapter
you are a little idiot at Woodlands Stable, north-northwest of the Lanayru wetlands
CONTAINS: swearing and mentions puking/ gagging/ vomit
“Shit. Fuck! Shit. Shitshitshit. SHIT!”
Fingers came scratching and scraping at the sides of your face. Feeling. Searching! For the edges of that… That damned mask!
That stupid fucking thing, you knew. YouKNEW they shouldn’t have touched and now this piece of Spirit-forsaken wood was EATING. YOUR FACE.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me!”Again and again you tried to jam their nails between the ancient wood and their skin but you just couldn’t find where your body ended and the mask began.“Kish can you- are you there? Kish can you hear me? Kish!”
Shouldn’t have touched it. Should NOT have touched it.
When that weird smiling creep with his big backpack left leaving one of his many little, just as creepy, masks behind you should have just. I dunno. Not putten it on?
Like YEAH we get it. It WOULD have been funny to put the thing on and then do a sideways crab waddle over to Kish going “Look at me, look at me! I’m a Zora!” And start grabbing at whatever was on the counter with your hands like they’re big meaty crab claws but MAN.
SURE AS HELL ISN’T FUNNY RIGHT NOW.
Surely this is fate punishing you for the blatant misuse of a customer’s property during your shift.
A pounding headache like one just took a big sniff straight from a bottle of ammonia rocked through your skull before it felt like carbonated water ran up your nostrils to eat away at whatever remained of their sanity.
You clutched Your head at the agonizing onslaught the mask undoubtedly caused with your grip on reality and the stables around you turning into a gross, warm pudding.
Down onto your knees on the floor, forehead pressed to the planks head in your hands all you could do was to hold on. Just hold on. Just. Just hold on until it is over. Nothing else matters, just gotta sit tight. Ok? Sit here and take the pain and-.
Over.
Just like that, like the snap of fingers it was. Over.
The world dripped back into place as if not a thing had just happened.
Sound and sight were back as they had always been and the old damp floorboards smelled like they always smelled and they could hear Kish walk back up to the stable’s sleeping halls.
You laughed. One of those little short ones you do when you’re just so damn relieved and it tickled your arms and-
It tickled your arms?
You go to scratch and look at your arms and YEOWCH did that scratch SCRATCH, you know? Like damn did your nails suddenly grow into claws or- Oh.
Oh they did. Oh they very much did what in the-.
“Oh this is bad. Oh this is. Bad.”
Sitting back onto your feet you looked at their hands to see they very did grow thick curved claws. Literally. Not just long nails and it’s just a longer nail plate but like your hands grew actual thick meow-meow claws. And turned white on the palms and gray on the backs. And grew webbing. Between the fingers. Kinda ew.
“Oh Hylia. I grew… Duck-feet hands.”
As you went to inspect why your arm had tickled you found they had not only grown a whole FIN from your ELBOW but also just. Gills. From between your ribs. Straight up. Like the actual gills of a fish you could stick your fingers into and-. Could you? Stick your fingers in?
Bending your new fingers in half to turn the claws away you gently brushed your knuckle over the zig-zag opening in your chest.
It was kind of sensitive. Like your throat, or your pointy ears. Just one of those spots you can touch just fine but if someone else were to touch it you’d squirm away.
“Oh! Welcome to Woodlands stable! We don’t usually get any visitors from Zora’s Domain. We don’t have any uh... Accommodations for the night, but feel free to use the lake as you wish! Or the river if you don’t mind the current.”
Kish’s customer speech had you knitting your brows together in confusion.
“What the fuck, man?”
“Oh. uhm. I… I apologize if our stables aren-.”
“No, no nono. It’s me, man. I think- look, ok? When that weird guy left I wanted to be the funny guy and put one of his masks on to come scare the shit out of you but I think…”
You said as you look back at your not-yours body and your stupid duck-feet hands.
“I think i fucked up Big Time, ok? You would believe the pain I just went through. It’s ME ok? I’m not a- A… Wait, did you say Zora?”
Kish stared down at the gray Zora currently kneeled down in his stables and started scratching at his hair not knowing what to do, pushing his hat to sit crooked atop of his head.
“My boy what did you- how is? Well can you take the mask off?”
“Wh- no ofcourse I can’t! what, like I haven’t tried already?”
Kish looked back whence he came to see if that overly cheery mask salesman was still on the roads somewhere but… It was like he just vanished. He should have still been visible, it has only been like a strong few minutes. This day couldn’t get stranger.
“Ok just stay here ok?”
Kish shushed, motioning with his hands at you as if you’re one of the goats he’s trying to calm.
“I’ll go get Ashe, Alright? Maybe he knows something or or has SEEN something, anything in all his years running the place ok? We’ll figure something out.”
And off he was.
After two failed attempts at trying to find your feet on your new legs you had to throw the towel in and crawled to the front desk so you could pull yourself up on it.
You felt like a newborn foal trying to stand but also like you downed five times the volume of Noble Pursuit you could handle with how much you swayed and had to lean on the counter for balance. Just keeping your head on your shoulders was hard enough as is, didn’t even dare glance over your shoulder to look at what you might expect to see there.
This was all just too much really. Wanting to comb your fingers through your hair in frustration just ended with punching yourself in the nose. THE NOSE. All the way up there!
A lot more tenderly yo try to feel around for what has happened to your poor nose to be on your head like a hat now and. Ew.
As you toughed it you could just. Smell. But not like sniff sniff smell like your noce could do no. No this was smelling to the extreme.
You smelled your skin or scales, the wood floor your hands were on just seconds ago. You smelled the dirty rag you had in your hand from before you had even seen that mask and you even still smelled your apple you had as a snack that morning.
Foul. Just foul. to suddenly have to smell so much so detailed and so strong.
Especially when you almost tasted the smell of the dirty water that was in the rag that clung to your hands.
It had you gagging.
It wasn’t until you nearly folded over in half to spill your guts on the stablemaster counter for the third time you noticed the little grabby hands pull somewhere on your body your brain hadn’t fully added to the map of nerves yet.
You looked down to where you heard the snickering down by your left leg you saw Shamae almost hanging onto a meatier fish growing out of your hip. The old stablemaster Ashe’s granddaughter.
When she saw she had your attention she pointed right up to your face and laughed.
“Haa-haa! Fish for a head, fish for a head! Wow, big teeth like wolf grandma from grandpa’s bedstories!”
The finger was just too close to your new overly sensitive nose and without having needed to even take a breath it picked up a whiff of the dirt she had been playing in.
“Shamsy please, not now I’m-!”
Again you folded over to hurl for real this time.
“Ew eeew!!!”
Shamae let go and jumped back to get out of the splatterzone, using you as a shield.
Man, not only were you being BULLIED by a CHILD but you also had puke dripping down what is probably Kish’s desk.
“MY LEDGERS! MY NOTES!”*
Oh great.
Ofcourse he and Ashe were back juuuust in time to see the woodwork get destroyed.
Kish danced around you and the vomit drips on the floor to pull his paperwork out of the puddle so he could shake them dryer outside.
Hanging above the smell of your own regurgitated lunch did absolutely no wonders for your nose-snout and you had to scoot away to the side so you wouldn’t lose any more.
“My my, m’boy. Always the little troublemaker but really done did it now huh?”
Ashe spoke, calm as ever.
He looked at your sorry state, tutting.
Wobbly legs, barf on your chin, uniform hanging on in tatters not to mention the whole full body transformation.
Miserable. You looked just so miserable.
Ashe had half the mind to give you a stern talking to for messing with customer’s belongings but from the sights of it you had been punished enough as it is.
“Shamae, could you go fetch us the pitchfork by the stables please? give it a good washing in the lake first.”
“Okidoki grandpa!”
“And now for you. Shall i fetch you a stool, or do you need a table for a chair now?”
Ashe joked in his usual grandfatherly ways.
“Now. lets have us a little sit down and a chat on what to do next, yeah?”
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Totally get it.🙃
Have u tried flavouring oats tho? With choclate or something else(coco powder or cacao powder).if u would like u can go for steel cut or rolled oats instead of the instant mix.
Anf avacados are def boring to eat alone.You can add them in your smoothies to make it exta creamy and also its a wholesome source of fat.You cant taste them in smoothies but still get the nutrients.
Some tips from a random stranger 🥑
i appreciate this, but this is a texture issue. no amount of dressing or drizzling will make me like the stuff. ive tried guacamole every so often since i was 9 and it still makes me gag.
oatmeal is the same way. i just eat gluten-free granola bars (celiac) and get the nutrition from it.
plus i don’t drink smoothies
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Whumptober 2022
Day 1 - A Little Out of the Ordinary - Unconventional Restraints
Hungry. So very hungry...
Instead of the sweet tang of meat on his tongue, all Salem tasted was metal. Specifically, metal from that infernal gag in his mouth. It was an old artifact used in R'lyehian fasts...and as barbaric as it seemed, most swore there was a method to this cruelty. Salem didn't care and wanted to spit it out...if only it was that easy. His head hurt terribly, as did the rest of his body.
He was only allowed to take it out to drink something, and even still, it was heavily supervised and only one of his own fellow disciples were allowed to unlock it. The back of the hellish device was unlocked with a special key, and the only way it could be removed was if said disciple unlocked it. Simply due to the fact that if it came off, there remained the chance of an instant feeding frenzy or being bitten, which in turn, could’ve easily erupted into a frenzy. Either way, it wasn’t something that would’ve been entirely pleasant; everything had to be finely controlled, lest it result in mass casualty.
For the most part, Salem remained in the dungeons of the Temple; just so he wasn't further tempted...or so he thought. Upon hearing the shuffling of feet, he perked up and looked toward the source.
"Ah, Grand Disciple...you're awake."
<Unfortunately...>, Salem sent telepathically, <;I am.>
As the figure stepped closer into the dim light, Salem squinted to get a better look of just who had decided to come down. A man, it seemed, and judging by the silhouette...Salem recognized him.
The Disciple of Azathoth. Yin.
The only comfort Salem had in knowing this was that as part of the man's discipledom, Yin was completely blind. Mostly due to a break of sanity at the moment Azathoth chose him, thus resulting in him nearly clawing out his own eyes. This was...only partly successful. Yin was only missing his right eye, while the other remained intact...though it was clear that he'd tried, if the scarring told most anything.
"Good...Vivianne's out fetching water, as we speak. You've 24 hours left...how do you feel?"
<Like shit. I don't think I'm going to last another day...the pain is unbearable.> Salem replied, a bit of anger seeping into his words.
While pain was common with hunger of this kind, such as stomach cramps and headaches...as were lapses in sanity. Psychosis was sadly a pretty recurrent theme when eldritch-kyn had not fed in a few days; while anything would just about suffice, nothing would satisfy Salem more than meat. Fresh meat, specifically...his mind wandered to the taste of fresh blood.
Yin's brow furrowed slightly at Salem's response, but he said nothing. Instead, he moved over to sit down next to Salem, "You'll be fine. At the eve of tomorrow, the gag will be removed...and even if so, we must start slowly. To jump from nothing to a buffet of meat isn't good for anyone."
<I know. I just despise...not being able to eat...ever since i have been able to actually enjoy it without my body rejecting it, it doesn’t seem right to me that i should be denied in such way…>
"Yes...but think of it as this...you are showing devotion to the Sleeper by resisting temptation. For while meat is bountiful...you must also prove that you can humble yourself before Him."
"Mm...", all that would come out was a hum.
Sadly, Yin wasn't wrong, and for that, Salem hated it. He continued to pace back and forth, but deep within his mind Salem could feel the hunger growing stronger. He hadn't fed in so long...this was all wrong...
"Oh, come now...", Yin spoke up again, ever-so slightly annoyed by this, "Don't give in to your cravings. The pain will pass, and when it does you'll be able to feed."
Salem stopped as he heard these words, though he still refused to face Yin. "You'll live. I know that's hard to believe, but--", as he raised a hand out in offering, the reaction was instantaneous, but enough to make the blind man recoil in fear.
A vicious, animalistic growl tore from the throat of the Head Disciple, out of feral ferocity and hunger as he lurched at the bars of the cell. Salem could practically smell the blood in the air and the only thing preventing the loss of a limb was that muzzle. Salem knew he had to calm down, but his hunger was just too strong.
Both he and Yin were now face to face, with the latter unwilling to budge.
Was it bold? Yes.
Was it also foolish? Yes.
But, as the Acolyte of the Deep Dark, the confidence that Yin had that he wouldn’t be attacked by the Head Disciple was immeasurable. Azathoth was the patriarch of all eldritch, right down to Cthulhu himself…so if anyone could outclass him, it would’ve been him.
The only reason why he chose not to was simply out of respect for Salem…
"Calm yourself, Grand Disciple. I meant no disrespect. Just...please do not give in. Hunger is a powerful force, but you can overcome it. Let me help...even if it's just to serve as a distraction."
<...I can think of only one way you may help. Open these doors...NOW.>
Despite it being telepathic, the voice of the Head Disciple rumbled throughout the room, despite only Yin being the only one to hear it. "You and I both know i cannot do that...", Yin hesitated, "...To open those doors means to break the ritualistic oath and the fast. If i let you out, what's stopping you from killing the cultists within this temple?"
<Precisely.> Salem's reply was quiet but firm, and Yin could tell by just that voice alone that if he were grinning, he would have been.
"My answer still stands, Grand Disciple. No. I cannot and will not do that."
<Then let me go. I'll do it myself...>
"Not without the key, you will not...and I'm afraid I can't tell you which of us three have it. I will say this much...to fight the one with it would be fate worse than death. Now, you can keep acting like the mosquito that's insistent on buzzing around your ears or you can simply be Q U I E T.", Yin boomed back.
The sensation in the air was palpable.
Malaise. Dread. Nausea.
The Blind Disciple needn't raise a hand to threaten nor his voice that much and yet, the unrestrained flow of archaic energy that stemmed from Azathoth was incredible.
It was almost like a bad odor that lingered in the room, except that it was cold and enough to make Salem's skin crackle from the flow of magic.
All in all? It was enough to silence the Head Disciple's telepathic pleas and threats...
#whumptober2022#tw: gagging#tw: implied cannibalism#((Based upon some concepts that Salem and the other three disciples all undergo a ritual of fasting))#((An extreme version of it at that. To the point that to keep them from eating human flesh: they have a specific muzzle for it.))#((It's made of a strange eldritch metal and can be only unlocked with a specific key. All of them take turns guarding it.))#((Also despite being the most levelheaded: Yin doesn't fucking play. You wanna see terrifying? Just actually get him mad.))#((There's a reason he doesn't like to yell or get bad. Das why.))#((And yes. I ran with the idea that restraining could've also been interpreted as muzzling.))#((No? Just me?))#;Character: Salem#;Character: Yin
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a homestuck-ified meme bonanza
↓ ↓ references belooooww ↓ ↓
#the 200 follower special yeeeeehaw#hurly art#this all happened bc i think the gag of dave’s eyes awooga-ing through his shades is funny#then it spiraled#jane could be talking about dirk or jake take your pick#homestuck#homestuck beyond canon#hsbc#hs:bc#homestuck^2#homestuck art#homestuck fanart#hs#hom3stuck#tw blood#dave strider#june egbert#j egbert#dirk strider#jake english#rose lalonde#jane crocker#roxy lalonde#terezi pyrope#jade harley#jasprosesprite#hs^2
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I wish I didn't have such terrible headaches today. And nausea/gagging. What's wrong with me? Is this the covid still effing with me? But worse than before? 🤷🏻♀️ 🤦🏻♀️
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[invincible]
#void archives#boothill#welt yang#hsr#honkai star rail#rajart#tw blood#cw blood#well there’s more than that#they’re testing out void archives regeneration’ per their request but#the worse it gets the higher they get basically#invincible#not tagging the rest cause mark is there for the gag
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this is a story time from tonight but im putting it below a cut bc it’s got some triggers. but it’s not like sad. it’s actually hilarious because it is absolutely ridiculous. so a quick warning for gagging, throwing up, OCD, compulsions, and interruption of compulsions.
okay so for those of you who don’t know, i have OCD and tooDAAYYYY a compulsion of mine finally smacked me in the FAAACEEE.
like okay for context, i’ve known that this compulsion in particular would cause a problem in the future but i always just kinda pretended that it was normal (as one does when they don’t want to resist a compulsion For Fear Of Death). so basically... when i brush my teeth i do it in a rly specific way and i do the same to my tongue. so i legit SHOVE the toothbrush down my throat in a very specific pattern / sequence (six times total, three of which i have to gag or else it Doesn’t Count and my Tongue Will Turn Black). and i’ve always been like “maaann, this gagging thing is gonna reaaally back fire one day” and it actually did tonight. bc there have been a few times where my mouth starts watering like im gonna throw up but i always pause until it stops to continue with the ritual and it’s always worked out for me. today it didn’t.
i go to scrub my tongue on the first cycle / part of the ritual and something in my throat had already made me gag a few times while i was brushing my actual teeh (it happens) but like... yk OCD... so i like... gag on the toothbrush right? and then i IMMEDIATELY proceed to throw up into my mouth, run to the toilet, finish, and then realize i have to brush my teeth again. so i go through the teeth brushing ritual and then get to the tongue part and i literally just start.... CRYING BECAUSE I DON’T WANNA RESIST THE COMPULSION BUT I HAVE TO OR ELSE ILL THROW UP AGAIN AND I DID NOOOOTTT WANT TO DO THAT. SO I HAD TO DO THE REST OF IT WITHOUT ACTUALLLLYYY DOING THE RITUAL AND IM JUST BRUSHING MY TONGUE LIKE A NORMAL PERSON WITHOUT GAGGING AND SOBBING WHILE I STARE IN THE MIRROR. RIDICULOUS!!!!!
anyway, how are y’all’s nights going
#BRO PLEASE in the moment it was scary but its been 30 minutes and NOW IT'S FUNNY#I LITERALLY WAS LIKE CRYING OVER A FUCKING TOOOOOOTHBRUSH WHO DOESS THAT#i felt like kobeni when she was serving those hamburgers#or doing that little dance#personal#tw: mental illness#tw: gagging#tw: vomit
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Prompt 233
"So, how have things been going?" the villain asked shyly.
The hero let out a muffled groan and rolled their eyes.
"Oops, sorry."
The villain pulled the gag down and leaned back against the interior wall of the armoured truck.
"So, tell me about yourself." they said.
#hero x villain#villain x hero#my prompts#hero prompt#villain prompt#tw kidnapping#tw tied up#tw gagging
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