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kinks

- eprocto

- slob

- piss

- musk

- copro

- cum. bodily functions basically.

- free-use, noncon, dubcon, intox

mild kinks

- epructo

things i am not into

- feederism

- emeto

- visual scat

i try to keep things as gender neutral as possible. i go by she/her prns btw. have fun. also i love getting asks so please do send any questions or your own personals and etc. i read (and jack off) to all of them <3

and if you refuse it's all - "but i can't do it without you" :( "my tummy can't relax without your mouth on me." :( "and it's just gonna build up and take take hours n hours n hours when u finally do it." :( (threat) so you really don't have a choice in the matter.

watching her scoff down the most obscene a.ount of food at lunch and she has the audacity to wink at you when her gut starts gurgling like a motherfucker. after all, it's basically a hookup for her; she gets off! you get down and dirty.

no matter that you can practically taste the thick, rancid stench of her shit. her groans going two ways as she jerks on your hair and the turds stretching her hole plo-plop-pRBLbLT! in the toilet bowl, louder than thunder in your ears. and you can swear you feel the backslash, spraying back at you with each hefty loaf she pinches off with each, shameless, huffy little moan.

I so badly want to be drowning in someone's ass.

Head pressed into their unwashed boxers/panties, huffing their farts like a coke addict huffs a line in a bar bathroom.

Recently I've had this intense fixation on the idea of pressing your ass against a bathroom door, (not a stall door, the door to the actual bathroom.) And just letting it rip agaisnt the metal. Hearing the gagging and sputtering of the people walking by who are unfortunate (or lucky) enough to hear and smell the meaty bubblers being ripped on the other side of that door. Fuck sakes. Bonus points if there are other people in the bathroom stalls letting loose on the toilets as well. Just an entire bathroom full of nasty echoing sounds as sloppy gas fills the entire room. A group of shameless slobs taking a smug satisfaction in how rancid the, now-humid, air smells and all the sounds of disgust from the other side of the door. Being able to hear everything as you walk by the bathroom. Fuck. Look me in the eye and tell me that isn't one of the hottest concepts ever.

Being able to visibly see the condensation marks from where your ass was pressed against the door after ripping such raunchy ass belches against it.

People who overheard the repulsive cacophony would most likely run away immediately. But the idea of someone begging to be let in so that their face could take the place of that door actually has me drooling. Genuinely can't decide if I'd rather be the person farting on the door or be the door.

this is so hot mainly because the way an ass looks squashed flush against a surface is 🤤.. the steamy imprints of two plush cheeks left behind? bonus if there's a teensy, barely-perceptible, brown smear where the hole would've been? hothothot.

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.

long car rides with the heater broken (porn scenario) with the windows locked unable to roll down (porn scenario) specifically while they're gorging on an obscene mukbang level amount of greasy fast food. summer heat so thick that theyve shimmied their pants downnnn and they're commando underneath so their musty swamp-ass is pressed right up against the leather <3 a pool of sweat gathered between their cheeks and making squishy noises everytime they move.

leg propped up on the dashboard, lifting their butt up with a grunt each time they have to rip a nasty one. which is often, considering how much molten cheese and greasy onion and shitty beef and chicken they're chowing down. eating so messily that fries and crumbs spill between their legs, under their crotch, and slipping in the hell between their cheeks. they don't even bother cleaning it up - just continuing to erupt these long, bubbling farts that reverberate the leather and make the chips underneath them soggy </3 (bonus if you ask them to pass the fries and they fish one out from under their ass, half mush, with a grin)

ughhh just engulfing the car with thick, fetid stink. so bad that the windows are slightly clouded, like steam in a mirror. BONUS if they have to shit midway through. shifting uncomfortably in their seat between a constant, flowing stream of gas, burping every other second. pressing on their bloated tummy and casually grumbling "pass me the soda?", like they're only mildly inconvenienced. chugging the rest of the soda pop (thumping their chest and rattling off an earthshaking belch to boot, making sure to aim for the side of your head), not even giving you time to cough away the cloud before they're shifting their hips upwards and shuffling their butt, plinking the cup down and angling their pucker over the cup below them. not even bothering to hold the soda cup and you know your upholstery will suffer for it💔 bearing down as they stuff themsleves, It's angled well. leg propped up on the dashboard and butt elevated slightly, hole aiming directly for the precariously balanced cup below her them she bears down. of course, hands pre-occupied with shovelling mac-and-cheese and tearing the meat off the chicken bones, so at any time the cup could fall and the massive girth snaking out of them could just splat onto the car floor. eyes glassy with pleasure.. only showing any caution for what they're doing when the hand that's been digging around your shared box of chicken tenders gropes their own asscheek, spreading themsleves further open so that the thick, great log snaking out of them has more room to breathe. cup teetering at the immense weight of their sloppy shit, more and more crackling out. with a final grunt (and a bite of half a burger), the entire girth of the log plops out, sending the cup wobbling. YOU have to rush to catch the steaming thing, cheeks flushed as they exhale in smug satisfaction. giving a grumbling sigh at your glare, which is the one thing that has them wiping their still-pulsing shithole with the single napkin the fast food worker threw into the paper bag.