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bakerstreet2018-08-16 12:42 am
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The Breathplay Meme

Erotic asphyxiation, also known by the simpler moniker of breathplay, is the act of achieving sexual arousal through the deprivation of oxygen to the brain. Some people find the act of being deprived oxygen for long periods of time extremely pleasurable, be it for the pleasing chemical reaction in the brain, or for the feeling of dominance inevitably involved in such an act. Whatever your reasons, this meme is for you!
The Rules:
- Post with your character, fandom, and preference in the subject line.
- Use the body of your post to clarify whether your character would be giving or receiving the punishment, what scenarios you prefer, and how exactly you'd like the thread to go down. IMPORTANT: While the purpose of this meme is sexual and not intended for death or murder scenarios, that IS a possibility and those who want to play that out here are welcome to do so. PLEASE ensure you state whether you want this or not.
- Reply to others you see by rolling or picking a method below
- Have fun!
Scenarios:
(1) Smother - The act of covering the nose and mouth, making taking in breath next to impossible. Will you use your hands? Your feet? Your breasts? Or will you just sit on their face? Whatever you do, hold on. Your victim is sure to start thrashing about.
(2) Manual Strangulation - The act of compressing ones throat using the hands, arms, or other extremity. It isn't always fatal, and can be used to knock someone unconscious or to just leave them panting if you let go soon enough. Either wrap your hands around your victim's throat or lock them in a tight chokehold. Either way, they're sure to be positively breathless.
(3) Hanging - The most extreme and dangerous from of breathplay. Your victim is suspended in the air with a cord tied securely around their neck. Do you plan on releasing them before it's too late? Or is this an old fashioned execution?
(4) Ligature Strangulation - Hanging without the suspension. Take a cord like a rope or silk ribbon and go to town on your victim like a mafia hitman. Which you're not... right?
(5) BDSM - Your pet looks so cute all gagged like that, being forced to breath through their nose. It would be so easy just to block that airway. They're powerless to stop you after all, and they'd likely be willing to do anything for you if you stop.
(6) Deep Throat - A little unconventional, but still plausible. Your victim is enjoying sucking on your cock/strap-on in an act of sexual pleasure. Though what would happen if you pushed a little bit deeper? Perhaps deeper than your victim believes they can handle?
(7) Wild Card - Pick your favorite! Your favorite not listed? Feel free to come up with your own method!

Kyouka Jirou | My Hero Academia | F/F
*cough* Ahem - TW: Fatal Play
Her other hand reached down, grazing the back of Kyouka's ear and feeling over one of her jacks while she murmured curiously to the girl.]
I've always meant to ask... how strong and twisty are these? I've been a little curious what you can do with them. You know, for ... tactical purposes.
[Tactical purposes, right. Her tone said anything but.]
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Whip the hell out of people. Pick things up.
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[She grinned as she felt the jack wiggle. Sam might have been lifting it up to her lips to give it a little kiss and a lick right there while she was enjoying the contact high. No, they really shouldn't be doing this, but she definitely wasn't stopping. Meanwhile, her tail might have been running along the inside of one of Kyouka's calves, just enjoying the feel of skin against the soft spade.]
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Aika | Skies of Arcadia | OTA
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"Hello, my dear. I hope you're not busy~?" she said, her voice playful as she leaned down to kiss her nose.
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Lissa | Fire Emblem Awakening | OTA
Genichi Goto || Keijo!!!!!!!! OC || M/F
OC info on journal. Would prefer to avoid death.]
Dazai Osamu | Bungou Stray Dogs | ota
Kishin Asura ΦΦΦ Soul Eater M/F
Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | m/m
Hannibal Lecter | Hannibal
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2 - tw - snuff is highly likely
The first time he had met Doctor Lecter, he had been wrapped in the persona of Adam Pierson. He'd been a slightly awkward, nerdy grad student, studying ancient languages, buried in the dusty tomes of the local college, struggling to translate Aramaic. Not so much struggling, but struggling to pretend he was struggling. There had been an audience, after all, and he had to keep up appearances. Back then, he had been certain that his newest persona had been strong enough to stand up to scrutiny. No one else had ever looked at Adam, in his oversized sweaters and his cheep beer and his affable nature, twice. No one had been able to peel him back and realize that the young man was trying too hard to be mediocre. That he knew far more than he let on.
But then this doctor had come along.
Methos had been fascinated by him. It had been a long time since he had been drawn to a man, even longer by the sheer brilliance of him. It's been far too long since he'd be able to have an intelligent conversation with someone and not worry about using small words. The problem was, the more time he spent around Lecter, the more the cracks in Adam started to show. The more the ancient complicated being that lived under him emerged. The more certain cravings, things he thought he had gotten control of centuries ago, started waking once more.
It's not to the Horseman that Hannibal had called, not quite. He had called to something just slightly older than Death. It's the masochistic part of him that had welcomed when Kronos had been at his most violent. The part of him that had wanted to be able to feel it, even momentarily. The wonder and the fear, the rush that came, not from being Death on a Pale Horse, but of dying. For the ultimate survivor, the lure was a drug, tempting him. Teasing him. Bidding him to enjoy every time he would glance at the doctor's elegant hands.
How he had wanted to feel them. Feel them around his throat. To give this man his neck, the most protected, the most vulnerable part of him, it was thrilling to think about. Philosophical debates about Socrates (whom Methos had personally known) or discussions on the Cubist movement had been spent with distracted longing glances at the man's hands.
He knew he must do something about it. Either confront it or disappear. Become another him, somewhere far away. But this time, he can't run, though Bora Bora was tempting. Not when it's been so long since having such charismatic intelligence so near. But, while he's had centuries in which to learn to read a man, to know the lay of him, he still feels the flutter of nervousness when he shows up at Lecter's place, not with an offer for another rousing discussion on the poets of the Tang Dynasty but with a quiet, almost hesitation proposition.
For the moment, he holds on to the unraveling sweater that is Adam Pierson as he shifts from foot to foot at the door in a nervous display. "Doctor Lecter..." Adam would never call this man by his first name. He has respect that Methos often lacks. "I hope this isn't a bad time. Can I come in? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."
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I'm so sorry. The holidays ate me alive
<3
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Re: Hannibal Lecter | Hannibal
Re: Hannibal Lecter | Hannibal
Awesome :-)
Re: Awesome :-)
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Ugh, sorry for the typos! That's what I get for tagging on my phone late at night...
Eh, no worries, it was still obvious what it was supposed to be :-)
:)
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Sansa Stark | GoT
Konoka Konoe | Mahou Sensei Negima | OTA
Doudanuki Masakuni | Touken Ranbu | M/M
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Doudanuki, are you ready for what we have planned?
[ Yamabushi is fully prepared to sit on Doudanuki's face, to smother him as Doudanuki can do what he wants with his behind. But still, he wants to make sure that Doudanuki is ready before they start. ]
Sounds good!
[ Doudanuki doesn't need to ask what they have planned because it's been running through his mind for days. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say the sight of those buns takes his breath away before they've even gotten to the main event. Yamabushi has the second best ass in the citadel after all! The best ass Doudanuki can admire, since the number one spot goes to his own pert behind and he's still adamant that he takes no pride in any part of his appearance beyond gotta get buff. ]
You look good, Fat Ass.
[ He says it with affection, smirking. That fundoshi looks amazing, leaving nothing to the imagination and with a maddening strip of fabric running between those massive cheeks. Perhaps it's not super weird for a sword to feel envy for an inanimate object, but it's still kinda dorky to be jealous of a fundoshi. ]
Where're we gonna do this?
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Captain Jack Harkness - Doctor Who/Torchwood - OTA