#mouthsweeps

[choked-over]

For the choking ask game: 5, 7, 8, 11

5. What is your ultimate heimlich fantasy?

Maybe I shouldn't have gone so in depth with the last ask but I suppose I have a more specific one -

I'd love to be found half-conscious after attempting to remove an obstruction on my own. Leaning on the cabinet while on the floor, white in the face and barely able to gulp in enough air to keep me awake. A chair is on the ground from a failed self heimlich, and I barely even realize you're standing in front of me before you hoist me up.

You're not looking to immediately fix the problem, something about the helplessness and the inability to save myself makes you shake with anticipation. You pull up into my quivering abdomen, not nearly hard enough to clear the way.

A hiccup makes its way from my throat, knees bent but feet loose against the ground. You pull up again, rewarding me with a teaspoon sized gasp.

You play with me until my head lolls and it's clear I'm not conscious anymore. I'm placed onto the ground, and you sit on my stomach and look down to my slack face. You place a hand around my throat, squeezing slightly- you can feel the lump above my Adams apple.

Without removing your hand on my neck, your free fingers curl between my teeth and slide down the back of my tongue. You touch the slick object- it feels like hard candy. You snicker under your breath, further pressing on my windpipe. The candy slips out of the spot it'd been stuck in, almost insultingly easy after my lone struggle.

The moment it frees itself, my unconscious diaphragm strains for the air I've been fighting for. I wheeze through your grip, and you feel even more empowered from continuing to heed my breath.

Slight consciousness comes back to me, and my hands raise to your continued grasp on my throat. I squeeze your wrist, pulling you as I slowly realize where the pressure has shifted to.

This continues for as long as you'd wish, maybe you get tired of physically keeping me from breathing and push the candy back down my gullet.

8. What is your go-to item for the victim to choke on?

I'm a simple man and typically go for food, but I do love the opportunity for a character to choke on something they're not supposed to be chewing on. Maybe something they've been told to spit out before because of the danger of accidently swallowing it. The embarrassment of that happening around the same person who told you not to do that is ooooh so fun.

11. What is something you wish would be included more in heimlich works?

If you haven't already picked this up as a preference as my own,,, I'm a sucker for mouth sweeps. I love conscious mouth sweeps even more. A panicked rescuer trying whatever they can think of to help you, unsure of what to do. They pound you between your shoulder blades, asking you frantically "What do I do? Fuck- come on! Just cough it out!"

You're running on near empty, and they force your mouth open to jam their fingers down your throat in a hasty attempt to clear your airway. It doesn't work- In fact, it makes the problem even worse. You pull away as you feel the discomfort increase, but your rescuer doesn't understand that they're not helping at all.

[choked-over]

9 for the choking ask game :p

Public or private rescue?

I think I prefer a private setting overall for maximum attention on what I find most hot. Sitting alone with someone close as you realize that the last bite of dinner you tried to swallow isn’t going down so easy. Trying to fight it down without your partner realizing, until your body makes it clear there’s something wrong. They hear your faulty swallowing, maybe you attempt to cough and it’s obvious you can hardly pass any air.

“Are you choking?” They ask, wanting nothing more than your answer to be no. Your mouth gapes, sucking in a mere whistle of air as an attempt to answer.

Your partner shifts behind you. They ask you the same question again, knowing what the answer was by now- you nod your head so hard you nearly give yourself whiplash. Your hands clutching around your own throwt as your partner moves you, slapping you between the shoulder blades. The force causes your whole body to jolt, and pressure to increase behind the blockage in your trachea, but nothing changes.

“Come on, cough it up!-“ your partners tone is stricken with fear, matching your internal feelings. If only you would speak too…

A few frantic pounds and your head becomes heavier, but your partner isn’t done trying to save your life. You feel two fists wind around your soft abdomen, meeting right above your navel. They firmly tug to ensure they’re in the right place, before taking a deep breath. They know that you’re probably going to feel this for weeks, but anything is worth your continued survival.

“I’m sorry,” they whisper into your ear, before pulling their fists back up into your body. You can feel pressure increase even more at the movement, but there’s no release yet. They pull again. And again. Saliva drips from your lower lip, which is now tinted blue.

“Fuck- please, babe!” They cry, the realization that what they’re doing may not work hitting harder with every failed thrust. They pull up again, and hear a choking noise escape the barricade in your throat.

It would be even more fun if it goes to the point of unconsciousness, where they have to sweep your mouth and further bruise your body.