#snuff fantasy

[qupidstoybox]

Making out with someone, sitting in their lap and letting them do whatever. Groping. Dry humping. The works. Till I shove my tongue in their mouth, making a wet, slobbery mess. It's starting to get impatient, soaked with need and my spit.

Till. Without warning, it's eyes burst open in a panic as a hotter, more metallic tasting fluid floods their mouth instead. I've fallen backwards, ripping off the last bit of tension between my tongue and teeth. My lost appendage now loose in it's mouth. Before they realize what's going on, they finally spit and cough it up. Heaving as they hold my now limp body. my eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I choke on my own blood.

They've never been more turned on than they are right now. Desperately ready to claim the fresh corpse before them.. no one's there to stop it anyway. Not like I can say anything anyway-

[trashmemeupdates]

oldie: The Edge of a Knife

https://hydratrashmeme.dreamwidth.org/1801.html?thread=4037385#cmt4037385

prompt: Zemo, fantasizing about T'Challa, snuff fetish

Zemo starts fixating on T'Challa, the man who spared his life. Like, unhealthily fixating. Like, jerking off in his cell fantasizing about being punished by T'Challa. Physically, sexually, mentally, all of the above. Zemo starts imagining getting extradited to Wakanda and executed. That becomes his favorite fantasy. (How do they execute people in Wakanda? I don't know. Zemo doesn't either. He imagines like, all kinds of different ways.)

First lines:

It turns out boredom is the worst part of captivity.   Zemo spends his days mostly in isolation, once his interrogators are done with him.  He can’t even pace over the brief length of his little box of a cell, what with being held down by steel cuffs on every limb.  His food comes mainly through an IV he was hooked up to about a week after his capture, so he doesn’t even have occasional human interaction to liven up his days. He can feel himself wasting away. Worse, he is bored.  There are only so many times one can lose oneself in fantasizing about one’s enemies killing each other. If only that bloody Wakandan king had let him die.