Cake

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[tuskicles]

I love a man that knows how to talk dirty and in nasty detail about his gas. Just... him giggling, laughing, or smirking at me while he lifts his leg up to fart. Or while he lays in bed, he catches me checking him out and starts teasing me vocally and pushing my face in his rotten ass, letting it all rip. ALSO WHEN HIS STOMACH GROWLS BEFORE HE FARTS HHHHH >/////<;;

[nothingtoseehere-7788]

Eeh thanks for the convo. You liked this post and so you shall receive.

C/W: Cuckquean, Rimming, Piss

I’d love to wake you up on your birthday with a sweet kiss and a cute necklace. One you’d been eyeing up for months, leaving not so subtle hints for me to get you one. I’d love to feed you and brush your hair, telling you that you’ve got a surprise downstairs. And then, dressed in your nightgown, I’d lead you down to our kitchen and watch the dreamy smile leave your face.

Your prettiest friend standing in her lingerie on your birthday. And I’d leave your side to slip my arms around her waist, pulling her in for a deep kiss. You’d stand there in your kitchen on your birthday while another woman takes your husband. We’d break our kiss eventually, and with my hand still wrapped around her, I’d tell you to give her your necklace. You’d stand there stunned. I’d repeat myself. In a daze, you’d take it off and with shaky, trembling hands, you’d attach it to your friend. With a consoling smile, I’d point to your birthday cake on the table.

I’d ask you if you’d want a slice. You’d stay silent, fighting back tears as you look at your… no, her necklace now. I’d ask you again. You’d nod slightly. At least you’d get something. At least you’d get some cak—

You’d watch me cut up the smallest, tiniest slice of cake, gingerly picking it up, waving it at your face before ‘accidentally’ dropping it. With all the faux sympathy in the world, I’d apologise for dropping your portion of the cake. The birthday cake. You’d look down at the piece of crumbled cake, before you see me pulling my cock out in the corner of your eye. Trickles of piss and then a full stream of it splattering across the kitchen floor. Across your cake. Drenched in piss. Your eyes would dart back at the large cake on the table before looking back. You’d dare not look at that. Not your cake anymore.

With a gentle smile, I’d have you kneel down on the piss-covered floor and suck my cock clean. Up and down, up and down as your tongue darts across the tip of my cock, hoping to find some semblance of balance there. Some way to escape this. Your birthday. Your cake. Your necklace. Your husband. You’d find your head moving faster and faster as you try to prove yourself to me. Some small part of you hoping I’d throw her out. That you’d be enough. I’d be so fucking stiff in your mouth.

You’d watch your friend casually pick away at your… the cake with her fingers, nibbling away at it while she watches you with an amused grin. And suddenly you’d be pushed to the floor, your hair drenched in piss as you’re made to eat the cake off the floor. Like a dog. Like a filthy bitch. Less than that. Even dogs aren’t made to drink someone’s piss. And you’d be made to slurp up every last drop.

As you pathetically eat your cake, you’d hear the familiar sounds of me grunting and moaning. You’d see her sitting on my lap, legs dangling off, moving up and down. And then you’d realise… you were the one to get my cock hard and she was the one to ride it.

Once you’d finish eating up, your mouth covered with piss stains and cake crumbs, you’d look up at us. My figure holding up your slutty, gorgeous friend up on my cock, our lips joined. My hands all over her. Like I’m trying to touch as much of her as possible. You’d watch me shifting my legs apart. You’d know what to do.

I wouldn’t make you taste my cock as it entered in and out of your friend. I wouldn’t make you gargle my ballsack as your friend drains it. Not on your birthday. No, I’d have you tongue my asshole. I’d have you become a pathetic fucking ass licker on your birthday. Sloppily fucking my ass with your tongue, trying to scrape out any bit of dignity or self-respect and failing miserably. Shit, we could give you a present. Would you like one? Would you like to feel your friend squirting all over my cock and face before you’re made to suck my cum out of her?

I think that’d be the perfect gift for your birthday. I think this would suit you so much better than that necklace. I think she'd be allowed to have the necklace instead.

Don't you?

Omg, this post hits like, all of my favorite buttons in the best way, even that secret little one that doesn't get enough attention. And yes, the necklace absolutely suits her better. Thank you so so so so much!

(Note to self, get more hot friends to offer to my partner...)

[stemmingspark]

Add another note to ask your partner to get you gifts you're in love with just so he can gift them to other people!! Glad you enjoyed it, friend ❤️

[worthless-garbage2]

i NEED to slurp on His hairy mancunt while its farting its wet ass juices in my mouth.

i need to snort like a pig while he pumps his cock with a fleshlight, taking the money from my hand.

i need to drown in his superiority and control. i need to only be able to breathe in His shit.

and i want him to spread his asshole, keeping it an inch away from my tongue.

"i have another one yknow. how badly do you want it, cunt? how badly do you want to serve the patriarchy?"

and my clit is driving me insane, as im salivating.

"w-want it sobad. wanna serve sososobad." i cant think about anything else.

"what do you want mh? what do you need from the Man above you?" and His mancunt is twitching.

"wanna- wanna drown in His fart ssiiiiir." my drool is bubbling against his entrance, as im pushing my tongue as deep inside as i can.

"mh. i dont know if you want it badly enough, mhm?" he's sliding his ass back and forth all over my face with a grin.

"p-pleasessir. please fart in my mouth, ppplease."

maybe im hoping to stimulate him enough so that he cant take it anymore.

"mhm. try harder. why do you need right now? more than anything. what do you need from the Man above you, mh?"

he's forcing me to look at his cunt and its begging to burst.

"need- need NEED need to seeeeerve, need to mh-" im losing it.

"oh sweetheart. i give you free will and an allowance, and this is how you use it? huh? paying a Man to slurp at His cunt? paying your own Dad? god you're fucking disgusting. but... if you insist."

he sounds so condescending and annoying, but i love it so fucking much.

"yessssir, taake- take mmy mmoney- f-fart inn my mouth-"

he grabs me by the hair, and shoves my face into him, pushing out a second loud and ripping wet fart right onto my tongue.

all the while he grins and takes out another 25 $ from my wallet.

im about to cum but im not allowed to. im not allowed pleasure. i can only edge.

"you spent half a hundred dollars already, kid. will it be more? of course... you dont have much of a say, do you? not with your cunt in that sorry state."

"....f...fuck more. ppllleeeaasee mmmore." my eyes are rolling back.

"more? my my my. what a greedy fucking pig."

he suddenly shoves me against his cunt again. and releases his wettest, loudest rip yet, directly up my nose.

"tell you what, if you get to 100 $, i might considering letting you cum."

of course thats not true. an orgasm is 300 $.

my allowance doesnt cover that at all and my expenses are tight as it is.

he pushes the vibrator against my clit so much so im screaming in pleasure.

"well? wanna seeerve the patriarchy, pig? mhm? you wanna cum dont you?"

"wanna-needto cummm."

"shh, kid. i understand. here. i have one last one for you. if you want to, you can cum, mkay?"

between the vibrator and inhaling His superior smell, i start sobbing.

"i do- dont deserve pl-pleasure-" in gritting my teeth.

"shh, thats a good girl. here let me help you."

and he sits on my face with his full bodyweight, suffocating me entirely.

"smell that? that's Man's superiority, bitch. and that is all useless... worthless... females...."

he pauses to grab my wallet.

"like you need, mh? now. smile and serve the patriarchy. say it. say it while i rip another wet one."

"i... i... i ssserve the pppatriarchy-"

and as soon as he farts again, my entire body spasms, and im on cloud eleven.

i cum so hard i almost pass out from ecstasy, and my clit hurts from the intensity of it. everything goes white and im completely high from 10'000 nerve endings all having an orgasm at the same time.

"mh, aaaaand thats 300 $ for me." he smiles.

what an embarrassingly easy paypig, mh?

[disgustingdegenerate]

Take pride in the fact that you want to try and stick your tongue as deep as it goes into a man's asshole. In the fact that it being hairy doesn't scare you, and that you'd do it even if he didn't shower right beforehand.

Not every girl is as gross as you, and that can be a point of pride. Because there are degenerates like me out there who appreciate those who eagerly dive into it, just for the sake of giving pleasure. To me you're both gross and a really good girl ❤️

[gashotbox]

Thinking about someone making you lick their asshole after shitting til it's spotless, only to take another dump on you RIGHT after you spent half an hour getting their hole clean.

them jutting their ass back out and groaning “ooh, get a little deeper.” “missed a spot - ah, that’s it.” as you rim them, your tongue obediently slipping deeper into their hole. and little do you know until it hits something solid that their groans of pleasure are really the sounds of them pushing out another thick one, their hand thrusting you deeper up their ass when you realise. open wide, baby.

[gashotbox]

hiii omg i have a fantasy that i can never ever get out of my head where my partner and i have a sort of dependent relationship where i have a sort of parental role like a mommy, and he's the baby, and i love taking care of him. i'd do anything for him. but he absolutely knows this and takes advantage of me

slowly gets more and more slobbish - at first, it was insisting that he can't cook for himself, then he can't feed himself, then he can't "go potty" by himself... that he can't stop eating all the greasy food, he can't change himself, don't i understand? and he looks at me so pleadingly, with puppydog eyes, and i have to help him. and i begrudgingly agree and he gets so happy, how could i not want to do anything for him?

he keeps pushing it further and further until he begins to throw tantrums because he wants to sit on ME while he plays videogames, not the dingy old couch - then tantrums because i don't want him to fart on my face, crying when i plead him not to take a dump right on my face - do i HATE him?? and i say no, of course not baby please okay okay you can do it on me, and he pressures me into saying i love it by sniffling and crying so pathetically, and when i say he loves it he pushes his fat ass harder down against my face and lets out a gross fart, and laughs at how nasty and yucky i am for letting him do that while i sob lololfjsbsjsjsjs

woahh... taking care of bratty spoilt baby of a partner who slowly indoctrinated you into tending to their every gross need <3 first, they're ripping bubblers on the couch and perking their ass up, asking u to sniff it and if you don't tears well up in their eyes and their lip will start wobbling until you have to cave like okay, okay baby.

playing you like the fiddle until they're squatting on the floor and pushing onto the floor. turning around, hole gaping around a thick log dangling between their legs and they're just pouting, like this should be a given. "are you watching?"

in the morning, they feel the heavy load in their stomach sitting in their gut, and they hike their legs up on the bed and their face screws up, making these quiet huffing noises and when you try to stop them they look so stricken. like you just told them to die, and they're whining and squirming on top of you. you want them to go on the cold, hard toilet? do you even love them? how could you ask them to do that when the bed is so nice and warm and cosy and they really just want to stay in your arms :(( pulling their knees up to their chest to push with a hnnghhh with big watery doe eyes, groaning with the most adorable relief as hot, mushy shit fills their undies and leaks down your leg. you don't mind the smell, right?

(nevermind the smug little smirk they hide, buried against your shoulder)

[gashotbox]

eprocto but it's literal gaslighting.. partner whose nonchalantly forcing you to endure their farts but in a way thats so subtle everyone would think you're crazy if you were to tell anyone about it. warning for free use.

like. no, they didn't fart on your pillow, you sick freak.. you just have pink eye because you rub your eyes too much. baby, they told you not to do that. cropdusting you constantly. bending over in the supermarket, backing up their ass against your crotch and you swear you feel a hot, cheesy gust against your groin, but then they're passing through like nothing happened even if you're positively gagging and - are you going crazy?

when you're asleep is when they unleash the worst of it. hey, it's hard on them, too! do you know how much self-restraint it takes to just hover their ass above your sleeping face rather than sink down and smother you into the depths of their crack like they're so dying to do? it's a progression - once they're certain you're dead asleep, they'll start shifting their legs over so they're pressed flush against you, hole flexing open and ripping rumblers up your thigh. then, they'll slide over, carefully propping themselves so their ass is balanced over your chest. will gingerly pull their underwear down their cheeks, all dank and sweatsoaked from its time festering in their crack. will slowly, carefully back up - making sure to peel back an asscheeks just to ensure your precious little nose is peeking right up against their hot, sticky hole before their pucker opens up and - ngh- ah, fuuuuck.

jerking off over your body as they vent it allll out. and you're cute and squirmy and oblivious to the fact your pyjama top is getting damp with the musty heat of their hole and your face is getting all flushed from inhaling the constant pump of heady sulphur and your bedsheets are all stained from the generous spurts of come they can't help but squirt out. and if your cheeks have a smear just a little crusty after it's ok! it's just eye-sleep. nothing to worry about :)

[gashotbox]

been really into the idea of a slob, who hasn’t showered in god knows how long, letting out warm, wet farts on my face for hours while i lick and sniff up all their rancid gas and they don’t even acknowledge me in the slightest. i’d have my wrists and ankles tied down so all i can do is endure the stench of their swampy, greasy ass and hairy balls on my chin. i’m nothing but a cushion for them and they’re free to use me however they want 🥵 the only time i get a break is when they get up to drop a big shit just a few feet away from me, only to be greeted with a smelly, unwiped hole and the demand to start licking…

not even acknowledging you is😵‍💫 ughhhh you're literally just a cushion to them.. something to muffle out the babbling of their asshole and to catch the splatters that inevitably follow..

[gashotbox]

the concept of the worst slob you know who has filth lining the walls and skidmarked undies and old takeout boxes and full piss bottles overflowing every spot in their apartment. can't even see the floor with all the clothes and the pizza boxes, stains and strange wet spots everywhere you can imagine. except you go to use their bathroom and the toilet is the only thing spotless. a squeaky-clean bowl and pristine, untorn toilet-paper roll. the realisation is enough to make you hurl.

[pottykitty]

i don't want my owner to ever need toilet paper~ i want him one of my rules to be that i have to lick masters asshole clean every time. it doesn't matter if i don't want to, he hasn't showered or if hes having diarrhea.

[knottydollyy]

I wish there were more men near me that wanted me to rim them while they had to shit.

Letting out the nastiest wettest farts in my face, telling me to get my nose nice and deep in their hole so I wasn’t missing any of the stink.

Feeling their rim relax as I lick around their hole, coaxing their shit out, licking and sucking on the tip of their turd like a disgusting lollipop.

Them mashing my face against their hole so I’m assaulted by the smell and feeling their shit squishing up my nose and against my skin.

Making me dig my fingers up into their anus to get out all the remaining shit.

I just want to be a good toilet.

[boyhuffer-deactivated20251119]

eating a cute guys’ ass while he jerks himself off. ♡ having him pump your throat full of his pent up gas as he touches himself to your whines behind him. his farts getting worse-smelling and wetter the looser your tongue makes his hole as you’re french kissing it. feeling it pucker against your lips as he’s closer and closer to reaching his climax as his delightful moans mix in with the loud splutter of his farts. him pulling your hair tightly to keep you in place with his free hand as he unloads from both ends.

[gashotbox]

ok yes pausing mid sentence to rip ass is the hottest thing ever. or them pausing YOU - having the audacity to scrunch up their face and hold up their hand mid conversation, just to hike their leg up and groan, cutting loose a long, rippling, fart that drones on and on and on. casually sticking their hand between their muggy cheeks as they blast another round of nasty, hot gas against their fingers, bringing them up for a sniff as they motion for u to go on as if nothing even happened.

[sckfrk]

unfortunately i will always be weak for someone who is just SUCH a nuisance about farting. yes, cut me off mid sentence. cropdust me on purpose. fan it at me. tell me to pull your finger. let out a silent one and then ask ‘do you smell something?’. tilt your hips and aim it at me if i’m sitting next to you. roll the windows up and let it rip. do it while we’re eating. do it in public. do it in a place where i can’t get away from you. do it during sex. be totally unashamed and obnoxious.

[tootcushion]

Hey! Are you familiar with those rail shooter games you see at arcades? The ones that look like these:

You've probably seen them before and just didn't know what there were called, so here you ago You learn something new everyday!

Anyways I've been thinking about them a lot recently. Like just imagine you're on a date with someone at an arcade and you've been playing games for hours and you both ate a lot of greasy arcade food. A giant pizza, fried mushrooms, onion rings, hot wings, the works! And a big soda to help wash it all down.

Your date decides they want to play one of these games and they pull you inside and you both sit down and give the game some credits. As you're playing the game you can see your date place their hand across their stomach it rub it softly and they look visibly uncomfortable, so much so they can barely focus on the game. Before you can ask them what's wrong they look towards you and sheepishly say "I'm sorry" before they lift up their leg and let out a low, bubbly fart into the vinyl cushion they're sitting on. Since it's semi-enclosed, especially with the curtain closed the smell would linger for a bit as you try your best not to focus on the smell and reassure them that it's okay.

All of that greasy, fried food is getting to them as they continue to let out deep, bassy farts until you both finish the game. You try to hide your visible arousal as they smile at you and tell you how much they've been really enjoying the date. They look around and see a photo booth tucked away in the back corner of the arcade and turn back to you with a slight smirk on their face.

"How about we go take some pictures to cement this occasion? And to be honest with you...I'm still really gassy and I need to let it all out."

Ngggmmgh.....😵‍💫

[sckfrk]

a man laying in the bath just letting all the little bubbles roll out. they dont stop, it’s just a steady stream of them with the occasional pause. maybe one leg’s propped up on the side of the tub. little grunts and sighs. every so often there’s a bigger explosion of bubbles before it goes right back to a comfortable little stream again.

[gashotbox]

god i love the idea of a partner who uses the bathtub as a toilet. regardless (or especially) if you’re in it or not.

like you relaxing in the tub when they come sauntering in.. lazily unzipping their jeans as they prop their foot on the edge of the bathtub; grinning down at you, eyes half-lidded with a casual "hey, baby,” before they’re unleashing a long, hot jet of piss into the tub. you can feel the water start warming and foaming at the sides as it turns yellow. their relieved “ah..” as they go.. and you can't hide the way your face sears red and you sink a little deeper into the filthy water, blushing hard.

bonus: they’re not done yet. they sigh, relieved as they drop their pants with a little grunt and sit themselves at the edge of the tub - wiggling their ass to make themselves comfortable as they start to push. and all you can do is sit there and watch as their rumbling, ominous splutters of gas that bubble the water turn into hot, wet sloppy shit that pours out of their puckered asshole, flooding the yellowed water with brown😵‍💫😵‍💫