callmebigbro

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incel

yeah

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someone: eat shit and die!!

me who heard "eat shit" and came in my pants: what

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I wanna be trapped in a sauna with a nasty sweaty man ripping ass and rubbing his balls on my face

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I think feet are genuinely the biggest thing I’m into now

Fucking love them

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You're sitting on my face, a normal routine for us. You'd watch TV, call your friends, jerk off, whatever.

And I'd be your cushion.

Sometimes you'd have my nose up your hole, on days when your stomach was acting up and you didn't want to smell it. Today, it was my tongue. You had come home after errands and wanted someone to eat your ass, and, well, you had a cushion that could do that.

You kept letting out nasty farts down my throat. Each worse than the last, to the point where I could taste them. At some point, I pull away to complain, to which you slam your ass back down on my face, forcing my head back to the ground.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" You ask, obviously not expecting a response. A few minutes pass, where a particularly wet fart makes you speak up again.

"Damn, that was nasty... might need the toilet soon."

I whimper, but you don't move. A few more minutes pass, before I realize that all of those farts sound that... dangerous. You seemed to notice too.

"Oh, God, I really have to go, I can barely hold it now, mutt. I don't know how you're holding up through it."

I'm not, but at least you're about to get up. Or so I thought. You don't budge, but your discomfort is showing as you shift above me. I don't understand. Why aren't you budging? Then it hits me. You're not going anywhere.

"I can't hold it anymore, mutt.." is all the warning I get as I feel something solid against my tongue, the log forcing it's way down my throat. It felt never ending, and I tried to pull away, but your hand had grabbed my hair and held me to your ass.

It kept coming, and by the time it was over, and you were standing, I was so... spent.

A hot stream of liquid hit my face, and I realized you were pissing on me, mostly in my mouth.

"Wow, you look like.. shit." The smugness in your voice was all too clear. "Too bad I never wiped, huh?"

I have no time to question before you're sitting back down on me, and I realize that this is just the beginning of a long night.

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i see a lot of people saying they hate torture/degredation stuff with this kink but honestly it's one of my favorite things you can do with farts. i want to be held down and called a fart huffing idiot while i try to squirm away.

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I'm glad to hear you're doing fine ^^

I get that. I was meaning to reply sooner lol but I also got so busy. I hope things get manageable soon!! <3

Xx.

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you've been gone for a while. I hope you're okay <33

I am, thank you.

I have a lot going on in my life currently, so I’ve been taking a break. I’m not sure when I’ll return to this blog, but feel free to continue sending asks, comments and DMs.

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Just got back from an 8 hour walk and my feet reek

Wishing I had a sub here sniffing them and licking them clean

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Dutch ovening a sub with the most rancid, stale farts

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dude (with the intent of fucking your brains out & turning u into a cockdrunk faggot)

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Big Brother who drives back from college the last day of finals. Who doesn't tell baby bro that he's coming home early, he wants to surprise him.

Big Brother who is walking so quietly through the house at 2 AM and sneaking into his youngest sibling's room. Except. It's empty. He's whispering his brother's name and looking around the room.

He peeks into the kitchen and the bathroom, but there's nothing. Big bro finally goes into his room and there he is. His baby all curled up in his bed, surrounded by his sheets and dirty clothes.

Big bro who climbs into the bed and carefully shifts his legs open. He's only wearing one of big bro's shirts, which is so helpful.

Baby bro who wakes up to a warm mouth between his legs, his brother's tongue licking into him. He whines and rocks his hips, desperate for his brother's touch.

Baby bro who doesn't last long because his brother knows exactly what he's doing. Who pulls him up for a kiss and starts crying.

Big bro who licks up the tears and holds his brother close. "Guess what? You've got me for three months."

Baby bro who plans to return the favor first thing in the morning.

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imso drunk right now i need a good boy grinding on my leg in just a hoodie for easy access to his puppy parts plsplspls let me takw advantagw of you

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Not my usual type of content but I feel it is necessary to reblog this on my page. Please never feel an obligation to respond to me, or send pictures.

something i wish i knew when i first started this account and entering into the kink community on tumblr: i don’t owe anything anything! (and neither do you)

i don’t owe creepy blank accounts in my dms a reply, i don’t owe weird old cis men any of my other socials if i didn’t feel like sharing them, and i don’t owe weirdos sexy pictures of me.

the whole reason i took that month-long hiatus was because i kept pushing myself to do things i didn’t actually want to do — out of some weird sense of obligation. i felt that just because i was gaining a lot of traction that i owed it to the people and that drained the hell out of me. i completely lost the plot of tumblr being fun and it started feeling like a chore.

the break was about letting myself WANT to be here instead of feeling like i HAD to be. now, it is fun again and i’m actually really glad i gave myself that space.

it’s okay to limit interactions. if you want to only interact with mutuals, that’s fine! if you want to try experimenting with new people, that’s fine too! just remember it’s okay to not be constantly available. from what i’ve learned, spaces like these will always be here — don’t burn yourself out trying to keep up out of fear that you’ll lose it

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𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸��𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. .

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥

𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳. .

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥,

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘪��𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭.

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. .

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱.

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. .

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. .