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girlstinkgood · 1 day
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I have a new job opening who wants to be my human sweat rag
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pupsolstrom · 3 months
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The idea of someone tapping their dick on my face not letting me suck it off is actually so hot, like just rubbing their dick on my face while I go cock drunk... Yeaaahhhh I like the sound of that.
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wildberry-12 · 2 months
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Owners make sure to remember!
Puppies have sensitive noses for a reason! They love it when you grab a fistful of their hair and shove them into your crotch. They're sure to be nice and pliant after having been so thoroughly overwhelmed with your scent.
Make sure to experiment with shoving your puppies muzzle into other spots as well!~
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puppygirlgirldick · 6 months
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apropos of nothing my glasses are round and i definitely know what sex is and i'm being too subtle please shove my face into your dick and make me huff until my brain shuts off
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hischokehold · 1 month
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sweaty!könig with his doll who has a scent kink.
König who barely just closed the door before you're running in his arms, small body clad in a baby pink apron with his initials on it. You utter words of excitement, so happy to see him after a long day of work. "Missed you so much, daddy."
"I need to shower, maus. I'm dirty." Grunting, he tries to pry you off his body, muscles glistening with sweat and grime garnered from training the new recruits but you barely ever budge, kitten nails clawing all over his uniform, eager to rip it off, looking at him with such adorable puppy eyes. Such sweet eyes tainted with lust and perversion.
It doesn't take long for you to scratch your way through his top, nose buried in his nape, small hands cupping his heavy balls over his pants. He's moaning, biting his lip as you lick a stripe between the valley of his pecs, teeth then brushing over his sensitive nipples. You breathe out hot puffs, high on your daddy's fumes.
"Ah, Scheiße. You wanna be a dirty slut, huh?" König is quick to regain control, fists balled against your scalp, yanking your locks. With a tight grasp, he drags you over to the couch, forcing you on your knees. "Open." He inquires, forcing your jaw slack, spitting right on your puffy lips.
Of course, being the man König is, he's delighted that his babygirl was so perverse. Even stroked his ego a bit to know that you liked his manly scent, whoring yourself out to him at any chance you got. He raises a hand on you, slapping your soft cheeks. He loved the way you looked right now, liebling. All teary and sweet, begging for his cock. He was a generous man, he'd give you anything you wanted.
With a click of his tongue, he unbuckles his belt, your puppy eyes following every move he makes. He spreads his legs for you, revealing the mouthwatering bulge poking out over his boxers, a certain spot damp with what you assumed was sweat. "Go on."
You took that as your cue, forcing your nose over his still soft cock, sniffing his heavy musky length over the thin cloth. You were sloppy, tongue running over his balls, then probing over his happy trail, nimble fingers squeezing his pecs. König groans, hips jerking towards your mouth. Squeezing your legs together, you feel yourself going crossed eyed over his smell alone. "Enjoying yourself?" He tsks, smiling condescendingly.
"Mhm."
Slowly, your tongue crept up along the holes of his boxers, licking over the rather bitter spot, barely poking his throbbing dick through it. You're delighted, cock hungry for your daddy; on your knees, hazy dumbed out eyes, and parted, drooly lips. It was a sight straight out of a porno. Soon, you're slobbering all over his thighs, suckling on his hung, bulbous cock as you palm his balls, nose pressed against his happy trail.
König almost instantly creams, the notion of his little girl performing depraved acts was almost too much for him. He bobs your head up and down, hips meeting your wet mouth with every rough thrust. Globs of precum and spit coat his inner thighs, which you eagerly lap up, constantly switching between licking his cock, biceps, and chest.
"Shmell sho good."
König took it a step further, beastial hands gathering your hair to a messy pigtail, feet elevated to the spot beside you to keep you pinned down. Without missing a beat, he begins ravishing your throat, brutally face fucking you, sloppy balls slapping your chin with every thrust, a mixture of sticky drool and juice running down your lips, not to mention his heavy length resting on your tongue, utterly ruining you.
You feel yourself getting lightheaded, the lack of oxygen making its effect on you. You weren't so eager now, hm?
König laughs, rutting mindlessly over his darlings pretty face, rubbing his precum all over your nose, mouth, cheeks, "Agh, f-fuck! Stick your tongue out, liebling." He's panting like a dog, losing his mind over your sloppy, albeit forced blowjob. He's using your weepy hole in every creative sense, thrusting sideways just to see his tip like out of your cheeks, plugging your nose, slapping you with it.
A string of curses leave his lips, thrusts getting sloppier if even possible, he pulls his sticky, dripping length out of your mouth, globs of thick and potent cum spraying all over your face and tits, painting you a pretty shade of white.
After all, you're the one who wanted to smell like him, right?
He doesn't end it there, using his veiny cock to smear his pearly cum across your body, even going so far as to spread it in between your pussy lips, stealing a few licks here and there while you gag on his salty fingers. Once satisfied, he takes a moment to admire his masterpiece.
"There you go, pup. All pretty for me now."
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sigmahimejoshi · 3 months
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I find it so hot how lesbians basically go into heat for their partner. How they can go for hours just having sex and praising each other since they crave the others body so bad it's like a drug. They crave everything about their partner, their taste, their kiss, and scent. All of these things are basically aphrodisiacs to lesbians and being without their partner is like having withdrawals
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redandflushed · 2 months
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Making you huff your own panties to remind you how your cock has girlsmell is gender affirming care.
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feralpuppygirlvictim · 3 months
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lucky puppy, your owner left her clothes out right before taking a shower. They’re so perfectly sweaty and stinky.
you crawl over to the pile, lifting their shirt up to your face and inhaling it’s scent deeply, it’s too much for your dumb puppy brain. You grab their panties and wrap them around your cock as you begin to desperately masturbate to the smell.
your poor, simple puppy brain cant handle the sensation as you repeatedly huff her shirt for its intoxicatingly wonderful scent, letting out hot pants as you stroke yourself faster and faster in a horny haze.
eventually it’s all too much and you pathetically spill over, completely drenching her panties in your cum as you let out a series of whimpers.
you start to regain what little mental faculties you have left as your owner comes in. she forgot something before starting to shower. oh no.
she looms over you in her perfect naked form, her happy trail leading your eyes down to her girlcock, your eyes can’t help but linger on it.
“Puppy? I’m very disappointed, you know you can’t touch yourself without my permission! and see how fast you came? it’s obvious you can’t without me.”
you let out a whimper of acknowledgment, but the words miss as your mind is fixated on how good her cock must smell. she looks down, sees your fixation, the sweaty shirt and cum-drenched panties at your side, she gets it instantly.
“Bad puppy! Using my clothes to pathetically get yourself off like the mutt you are!”
she grabs your head and shoves it into her crotch. the smell is heavenly, you nuzzle your way around as you huff her amazing stink repeatedly, but soon you need air.
you try your hardest to pull back but your owner keeps you locked in place.
“now what happened? I thought you liked it? clearly you need some punishment, might just keep you here for a few hour, I do need to be cleaned.”
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girlstinkgood · 4 months
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foxgirlmusk · 4 months
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Oh sweetheart, are you having trouble sleeping? Come here my angel and we can make it all better *shoves your face into my sweaty musky girlcock for the night*
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muskmuttmolly · 7 months
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need to be surrounded by a bunch of musky pervert transgirls who take turns shoving me in their pits and bush, making me huff their scent while they laugh and slap me around for getting so turned on while they bully me then they bend me over and take turns breeding me while I'm to stupid off their scent to think... ARF ARF WOOF WOOF 😖
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beastgoddk · 22 days
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Request drawing "Stinky Girls Sniffing Each Other"
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boysmellspecial · 2 months
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exposure to sweaty bulge has been shown to reduce stress by up to 99%
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sugoi-writes · 19 days
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Scent Kink - Featuring Alastor x GN! Reader
A/N: HEAVILY inspired (and partially written for) @hazelfoureyes... UNO VERSE, DEER! I hope this is alright, as I feel you do him SOOO much more justice. Your thirsts have made me cave in. I will need to go to confessional after this one.
Includes: scent kink (Alastor has it for reader), GN! Reader, some implications, mentions of violence/carnal desires, and of course, some m*sturbation. Yippee~
Honest to Satan, it took him by surprise. Rarely was Alastor motivated by anything "innate" or "carnal" (past his violent urges against ne'er-do-wells). That is... until you came into the picture.
Alastor's always had a great nose: all the better to spot bad meat with! ...But now? Now he can't help the way he drifts and looks your way. Now, he has to hide the perk in his ears and the subtle nostril twitches and flails. Now, he often stands closer to you when engaged in group activities. Hell, the seat to his right will always be reserved for you. Anything to get closer and catch just a momentary, minute whiff to take in your scent...
When you arrive back to the hotel, he's at the door, helping to take your coat. It's always on the coat rack by the door when you need it most... but when you weren't paying attention? Alastor had it all to himself.
There had even been times where Niffty was doing laundry, and he had half the mind to volunteer to help... it'd much less suspicious of him to handle your things this way, right? But alas, that was maybe a touch obvious... and Alastor is not known for his charity.
When you're fresh from a shower and coming down for dinner, he always seemed out-of-sorts. Little did you know that the Radio Demon was sad that your natural scent was muted by flowery, excessive fragrance. No, he much preferred seeing you worked up, disheveled, maybe even a bit... unkempt? A normally tidy, avoidant, do-NOT-touch-me man was reduced to this? It unnerved him to no end; his blood was boiling.
He had his normal mask, that damned smile, working overtime. Anything to distact you from his eye twitching. Anything so you wouldn't notice how he shifted his weight next to you. He would curse himself, his back straightening and even arching when you leaned over him on the couch, straining to grab the TV remote. He made grand, almost cartoonishly bold gestures now... just so you would miss how much he needed to adjust himself around you. How much his eyes would dialate when you were close to him, for any reason...
But the more he tried to hide it... the more craved it; the more he needed the real deal.
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You were adjusting yourself after a recent scuffle, loan sharks having come looking for Mimzy again... You winced, clutching your side from a harsh blow you received. You would definitely need some help taking care of that...
You could barely make it two steps before Alastor has you by the wrist, pulling your arm taunt. You panic, wriggling and squirming as Alastor's eyes roamed over you. You had a delectable little nick on your cheek, weeping blood. Alastor leans down, breath ghosting your cheek as you shuddered. You felt a jolt of electricity race up your spine as he spoke:
"Dear, you should really be more careful...," a thumb grazes your flushed flesh, before his taloned digit is licked clean. You found yourself struggling to swallow the lump in your throat as a toothy, sultry grin is sent your way.
"You're getting sloppy...~"
You can't help but notice how obsessively attentive he was. How he managed to pull you inside, and forced you to sit on his bed. He asked you to strip down to the basics, and tended to your wounds, no matter how little. You could hear every time that Alastor's breath shook and hitched, absolutely enthralled by you. You were in his sights, in his hands, and you invaded his sense of smell.... he was so close, yet he felt miles away...
The only way he didn't have you was with his tongue, lapping at your sweet, sweet sweat... Maybe, he would consider licking a little lower... did you taste as good as you smelled?
He would inhale deeply as he spied fresh blood or helped remove old clothing/bandages. This routine of yours would continue, even as your wounds became more manageable.
One would assume he was concentrating when he held his breath... but NO. He was memorizing this. He would remember this map-out of your musk and body like the back of his hand... He felt like a mut in heat with how hungrily he regarded you.
You had missed the way that Alastor's eyes gleamed when he offered to wash your dirty, bloodied clothing for you. Embarrassed but appreciative, you took him up on his offer. As he gave you one of his blouses as a temporary cover up, sending you on your way... Alastor locked the door, practically salivating.
Never had he been brought to his knees so quickly, doubled over and panting. Never had he practically torn his pants off, seams frayed and barely hanging on.
He frantically fisted his cock, pumping hard and fast as his precum glided down his warm, agitated tip. The desperate mewls and blissful sighes that escaped with every pant was almost musical, bouncing off the walls of his room in a grotesque cacophany. The staticy filter cloaking his voice had vanished, leaving him nothing but a bare, hungry, frenzied sinner.
As he balled up your shirt, inhaling sharply, he fumbled through curses and praises... You. You. You. This was your fault.
And even as his mind demanded more, his body sought its release, making a mess of his hand and the carpet. He grimaced at the warm fluids, realizing he'd have to deal with that sooner, rather than later. Alastor would fall back onto his haunches, shirt still gripped tightly in his left hand. Shakily, he held it up to his face again, nuzzling into it as he took in more of your musk. His own had started to cling to the shirt, his sweat and drool starting to dampen your smell.
You were driving him to madness. To his dismay, he realized that this would not be enough... not anymore.
He let his hands fall lazily in front of him, cock still throbbing absentmindedly.
First, a quick wash and preening. Then... he'd be looking for you to answer for his desires.
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wildberry-12 · 3 months
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Girlsmell is actually fucking magic. I grabbed some of my dirty underwear from the bathroom to put in the laundry and just sniffed it randomly. And my god. My knees actually stopped working for a few seconds :3
I was lucky I was snapped out of my muskdrunk state, by collapsing into a pile due to said knees.
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sigmahimejoshi · 7 months
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Sub who jerks off wearing their doms hoodies/shirts! They love wearing their clothes, and they usually always do around the house with no underwear. Their dom's scent is so amazing to them that it makes them so horny. The smell is like an instant aphrodisiac that makes them feel like they're in heat. They always find themselves using a dildo while they wear it or shoving their face in it and huffing the scent while humping a pillow and moaning their doms name
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