Need to see more of a mean dom feeding there desprate sub farts, saying stuff like "open wide" "say ahh" "eat up" while the sub pathetically enjoys there little snacks
need someone to cover my pillow in their wet stinky farts when I'm not there so when I sleep on them and give myself pinkeye you're the only one who knows why
unpopular opinion probably but I actually like that ao3 doesn’t let people take back their kudos.
unlike social media platforms (which ao3 is not) where people unlike stuff whenever they think or find out the original posters’ moral compass doesn’t perfectly align with their own’s or whatever, and “likes” can be taken back at any time, ao3 treats kudos as something sacred. once you give it, it’s the author’s to keep forever.
Best part is if someone deletes their account, the kudos remains, and it just gets swapped over to a guest kudos instead. The body is gone but the love remains.
Aemond slammed his fist on the table with pure anger, while placing his other hand around his neck, as if he was seeking fresh air. His eyes were clearly red, irritated by the strong smell. On the other hand, Jacaerys seemed oblivious to his surroundings, at most waving his hands slightly in front of his nose, but clearly immune to his own stench.
''I really don't understand what the problem is. It's just food that became air. You can see it as just a gas that has some... peculiar smell? I know it's not that pleasant, but it's mine. I'm proud of it. It's my stench. If I were you, cousin, I would try to like it, you're going to be smelling that a lot next week after you lose the bet...''
RRBPRPBPRPBPRB!
He finished the sentence with a short fart. A genuine smile of pride and happiness spread across Jace's face, completely satisfied with himself because of the gas he had just produced. Jacaerys now placed both feet on the table, leaning back in his chair in a careless and nonchalant manner, as if he were bored and all that stink surrounding them meant nothing to him.
''The problem? The problem is these deleterious farts of yours are... (cough)... Hm, they are really... (cough) (cough)... Oh, by the Gods, I think... (cough)... I think it is my head! I can't breath anything else... (cough) (cough)...''
''Seriously, Aemond? Can't you even speak? If you are going to behave like that, it'll be way too easy for me to defeat you. I still have plenty of gas left. I fart as easily as I hold my sword. Well, at least you'll never underestimate me again after this. Here, have some more farts...''
... then you have to make yourself cum. If you're at work you shouldn't be on here in the first place, go to the bathroom and cum. If you're in a class/lecture, you should be focusing, go somewhere quiet and cum. If you're with friends or family, excuse yourself and go cum. Be the desperate and needy little porn addict and cum cum CUM.
Then once you've cum, comment: "I'm a desperate little slut" and then reblog to make others worse just like you.
what i wouldn’t give to have my face pressed in a big fucking ass right now, subjected to a bunch of wet, bubbly farts 🥵 like please let me worship your stinky ass while you degrade me for being such a dirty slut
Wanna have my head resting in someone's lap then suddenly have them gently push my face into there crotch as they let out a long loud fart and not let go of the back of my head till the smells gone, gently stroking my hair as i sniff...
got this new thing for domestic type farting. You coming home from a long day of work and unloading your sore stomach on my face, gassing me out as I sniff and eat your farts.
longing so badly to the point of physically aching over the thought of making out with someone and having them belch in my mouth again and again as they kiss me
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