saintlycreature

[saintlycreature]

just imagine, for a second, gassing someone who has never gotten it before. sure, they always knew they wanted it, always knew they were a disgusting little slut for gas. but they were always too shy and embarrassed to seek it out or ask for it. and then finally they meet me, someone who is more than willing to indulge them, but frankly they have no idea what to expect.

i would sit on their face, their nose pressed right against my asshole. i would revel in their surprised little whimpers at the fact that they can already smell it, they can already smell me. i would grab a big handful of their hair and pull them further into my ass at my first long, noxious rip. they would gasp and sputter at the smell, shocked at how pungent it is. even if they knew it would be, they would never be able to expect this. and then, with their mouth open in a gasp, i would readjust so the next cloud of gas went right into their open mouth, choking them with how rancid it is.

their sweet little eyes would water and look up at me pleading, partially wanting more, partially wanting a break because this is so much more overwhelming than any porn could lead them to believe. but i wouldn’t give them a chance to breathe in anything but me, i would just keep filling their lungs with my gas, claiming them, marking them.

y’all do the world a favor and fart on the faces of people who have never gotten the chance. they have no idea what they are missing out on :3

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honestly if you dont have some type of cringe-ass autism-induced deviantart-tier fetish you arent truly living life

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fallen angel worshipping your body for the first time. eyes widening in adoration, as though seeking salvation in your flesh alone. his fingertips ghost over your soft skin, lips murmuring praises against your bare neck- warm and desperate-before he takes you raw.

"you're so divine," he groans in your ear, his large wings shudder, feathers rustling as he thrusts deeper into you-eager for more. his faintest whispers send shivers down your spine. "forgive me, love.. heaven was wrong. you were made for me. only me. understand?"

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humbly I propose that hierophilia and menstruation should go hand in hand. I should be allowed to have my husband put on a clerical collar and place aspirin on my tongue and pour wine down my throat before he holds a heated crucifix against my womb and fucks this Demon of Blood out of me

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going to the gym and seeing all the other gymrats leaving sweaty assprint stains on the seats making me go😵‍💫🫠. someone’s muscly biceps grabbing you by the hair.. thrusting you deep into their sweaty post-workout ass and making you choke on their farts . hnng forcing you to lick up and down their musty pubes and happy trail as their hand gropes your ass and leaves bruises. whining out "stop- fuck! stop, please!” bc its so icky and gross fuckkk me

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literally on the verge of combusting thinking of making him go stupid with my stink. coming home from the gym on a hot day, hugging him with my arms around his neck, so that my pits are right near his face and he can just shove his nose in and take deep, greedy whiffs. watching him go from composed and poised to a dumb, little mutt who can only loll his tongue against my sweaty skin and smell deeper. getting him on his knees and sticking his face in my ass so he can smell the musk and arousal and gas that’s been clinging to my leggings.

maybe if he’s an extra good pet, he could lick my crotch and ass clean of all the sweat and sticky wetness residue. his tongue lapping against my asshole, trying to coax more gas out of me the only way a dumb, sweet little slut like him knows how. asking him what he wants, if he’s been good, etc and all he can do is whimper and nod as he shoves his face in deeper and his cock starts to leak.

god i love turning smart people stupid.

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the cure to insomnia is to let me dutch oven you until you pass out btw💗💗💗💗💗

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am i into gross things or am i so obsessed with you that even the vilest things you could do would still make me want you?

(the answer is both)

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the intense urge to sit on someones face while playing games and ripping ass. is insane. like ive never considered myself much a fan of making other people humiliated but something about using someone as a seat gets me

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the feeling of getting bred is so addictive. a possessive dom grabbing my hips like handlebars so he can hit that spot that makes me cry into the pillows. our juices mixing as i feel more and more burning hot cum being dumped against my cervix. the feeling of a cock stretching me out while it fucks more and more cum into me. i want to be bred till my brain goes fuzzy

[saintlycreature]

turning a sub on and then degrading them for it >>>>

putting your hand over their mouth to cover up those little noises (or better yet shoving their face into a pillow!) and scolding them for making them in the first place

when they get greedy and start grinding on your tongue so you start licking and sucking harder, grabbing onto their thighs when they try and squirm away, “i thought you wanted more? you’re getting more, stupid slut.”

making fun of the noises coming from between their legs, making them aware of how wet they are/how much precum they’re leaking, just letting them focus on those lewd sounds and get all embarrassed

grabbing their face to make them look you in the eye while you grope them harder, no matter how much they blush

putting one, two, three fingers in and telling them off for being so easy to fill

forcing their legs open and slapping their thighs for even trying to hide from you

loveeee when a silly brat tries to hide that i’m turning them on, because they know i’ll find out and see past their poor little poker face. and ofc you’ve gotta punish them for trying to be sneaky <3

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sleepy bunny brain’s thinkin about my face in between somebody’s legs, cheek pressed against the inside of one of their thighs while they play with my hair. I lazily press kisses into it, maybe inching closer n closer to their crotch, not thinking much of the gurgling noise I can hear from their stomach until … a small, but rancid fart bubbles out of them to hit me directly in the face as they sigh in relief. it was potent, the kind of smell that lets you know they needed to let it out. they pay no mind to my coughing, or my whines when they cage my head in with their legs without a word. they press my face flush up against them to hold me there for as long as they desire. maybe they have their hand on their stomach, rubbing, massaging it as needed, and I know I’m going to be there for a good while, with no choice but to sit there and take it as they relieve themself. but, of course, it doesn’t take long for my dumb bunny brain to submit fully, and before I know it I’m eagerly inhaling their scent; panting and drooling against their crotch, rubbing my face against it while I await the next waves of gas.

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Tenimde daireler çiz.

[saintlycreature]

love bombing doesn't work on me because i'll still think it's not enough. Try harder for me

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"sweetheart." PLS IM SOOO WET, YES SIR?!

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imagine being an engineer so you make your own robot lover. but you dont really. know its ur lover yet.

you get to chat with it allll day and upgrade it whenever you want with the newest things... but it starts feeling so. intimate.

since when was getting your fingers on their wires so sensual? feeling the code and electricity running through them.. knowing that this - all of this - is all your creation? when did that become so nice to know?

you take pride in your creations, yeah, but maybe pride isnt the word you would find the robot trying to convey.

is it more lust?

when the little beeps become louder, the fan inside its torso powering itself harder when you touch specific components, seeing the limbs twitch and jerk as you play with the wires... its easier to get lost in the reactions than it is to focus on actually upgrading the thing.

it doesnt help the fact when their little charging stand is in your room. it used to be in the office. why did you bring it up here? maybe because you wanted it closer. maybe because you wanted it to see what youre doing on a more personal level. it *is* your creation anyway. maybe you moved it because you *need* to pull it into your bed sometimes.

then the charging stand turns into a small cable that detaches automatically when the robot is done charging. you can pull it into bed easier, feel the whirring under your fingertips, keep it and yourself warm with the blanket...

the need for warmth turns into the need for a little bit of pleasure. just a little.

grinding never hurt anyone, right?

especially not when the metal is just so smooth. when their own fingertips and palms come up to meet your own skin. when they start guiding you along.

when did they even get to learn this type of stuff?