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[degenerate--chan]

A thousand apologies for being away! I finished the semester off, very strong if I do say so myself. :) Will work on some ficlet ideas and such, maybe I’ll start up a queue? 

Thank you all for your patience and understanding. Now with school out, I’m excited to write more for this blog! 

[degenerate--chan]

Classes end next week! My workload has lessened, so I'll get to working writing again soon. :)

I got an amazing T////wo Fa////ce and Ba////tman ask I'm working on soon -- if you have any more requests, feel free to send!

[degenerate--chan]

[This is unedited, so sorry in advanced! The slashes are to prevent this from showing up in any main tags; please disregard.]

Not sure if many have had a chance to watch the newest Ba///tman movie yet, I did have an idea for it. 

So, the Ri////ddler runs streams and such preaching his manifesto and exposures, right? What if he came down with an upset stomach and needing to get trapped air out during an important stream? 

Panting through his mask, going over the details of his plan with his beloved followers. The chat exploding with questions and praise, rallying behind every word Edward speaks. He tries to hold on and keep the focus on his plans, the chat, anything to distract from the growing gas cramps.

Yet, his stomach gives a warning gurgle, his hand reaching down out of the camera’s frame as he tries to comfort himself. The damned pie at the diner must have been spoiled, he had no issues until eating there. He swallows dryly and continues on. 

“That’s where you will come in. I will be taken away, but you all will meet at the upper right area of--” 

Edward grunts. His stomach bubbling with trouble. Clenching his hole as tightly as he can, trying to rub at his distended stomach. Thankful for the position he normally films at, nobody can see the bump made on his usual thin frame. Nobody can see his hips squirming to hold back the rancid gas churning inside him. 

God, he hasn’t had to hold in gas like this in ages. 

‘yo, u alright?’

‘hey man, take a break, you look beat.’

‘must b hard planning all this, end stream and call it a night rid.’

“I --” Edward feels mortification wash over him, a silent but hot fart leaving him. Warmth filling the back of his coat and seat of his pants. He prays to a deity for the first time since childhood -- God, don’t let them have heard that. He could be watching.

“Uh, I need to take a quick break. I’ll answer any more questions when I return. Don’t leave, please.” Edward fumbles to hit the mute button, pausing his stream for the short while it takes him to get comfortable in his seat. The screen blacked for his viewers, yet he is on full display for himself. 

Leaning back, distended belly on display. Wringing his mask off his head as he breaths in fresh air.

Edward only grunts as he cants a leg up, growing red with both the effort and shame of what he has to do for relief. A heavy mass moving down his abdomen, gurgling madly as the same gloved hand from before reaches down, gently rubbing circles into his belly.

‘Bbbbbbbrrrrrppppfft’ 

A smell like none other fills the air, his small apartment becoming assaulted at full blast with the stench. Rotten, rancid, if Edward were smelling it from anyone else but himself, he’d have watery eyes. He grunts again, stomach growling as another wet hot fart makes its way against his tight hole.

‘Bbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrfffffffttt’

Edward’s shame and relief mix into one, panting as he grabs hold of his lifted left with his free hand. Angling his ass higher, feeling the effects of gravity help him release one last (and much needed) fart. 

“Hah--” Is all Edward pants out. The warm air surrounding his crotch and seat just this side of pleasurable.

‘Ffffffffffrrrrrrbbbbbbbbbbbbbptttt’

What would Batman think if he saw this? Edward fans at the air. The rotten stench too much, even for him. Clicking a desk fan on to disperse the smell, coughing slightly as he grabs his beloved mask once more. What would he say, seeing Got////ham’s most feared villain -- being such a crass slob? 

As the mask clips back into place, Edward finally looks towards the stream. 

‘rid, please mute’

‘this is......awkward.’

‘is ripping ass part of the plan? lol jk jk rids.’

“...So, you will all--” Edward readjusts his glasses. Ignoring his own mortification at being heard in such a way. 

Along with ignoring the gurgling gas cramps returning mere moments later. 

[degenerate--chan]

Favorite 🦇🕺🏼 pairing? If you have one

For ships involving Ba///tman -- I like Ridd///ler and Bats, Tw///o Fa///ce and Bats, and of course Ca///two///man and Bats! But I generally like any ship :) especially ships in the 6///6verse or BT///ASverse.

As for stuff with Ba///tman media -- I have a soft spot for the polyam ship involving Mad Ha///tter, Sca///recrow, and Ridd///ler. also Ridd///ler and Pen///guin.

So many slashes, sorry D:

[degenerate--chan]

I know I may not have many D////C fans following me -- but I do have a question. 

Would you prefer I keep my ‘vague-this-can-be-any-verse’ style of writing? Or would you rather I make it clear which verse of a character I’m writing for. 

If I were writing for Ri////ddler for Got////hamverse (TV show), I would use more appearance-aligning words like his brown hair and glasses and thin frame; rather than a vague “human man goes [fart noise]”

Or am I overthinking this? :P  

[Also, feel free to leave any ideas or questions you have about any verse and eprocto stuff. I write for mainly BT////ASverse, the newest movie -- 20////22verse, Got////hamverse, and 6////6verse.] 

[degenerate--chan]

As a heads up; writing and such may slow down on this blog. The school semester is coming to a close and, as you can imagine, I’m drowned in finals and essays. 

Though, I’ll still answer any asks, just not long winded and fully-fleshed out fanfics. Just letting you all know! 

[degenerate--chan]

When Person A is silently letting gas out on a date. Maybe they sit with their cheeks apart, maybe they slowly push so no noise breaks from them. Thinking nobody around them can hear, much less smell. So sure they’re completely discreet, they gently lift their leg up during the date, under the fancy table. Continuing to eat and laugh with Person B, beyond thankful their gas has caused little disturbance. 

Everything seems to go swell towards the end. Person A and Person B joining right before they part ways for the night. A shared sweet kiss between the two seems like the perfect place to end for the night. As their lips meet, Person A gets one last silent hissing fart out. Smiling into the kiss. Person B none the wiser.

Or so they think. 

Person B pulling back, thanking them for a wonderful night. About to turn away before they stop, “Oh! I almost forgot.” 

Person A is given two plain pills. Raising an eyebrow at the other in confusion. 

“Gas-X, I figured you might want some. You’ve been pretty gassy all night and the tables behind you looked a little green in the face. But! I don’t mind, I mean -- it’s a bodily function, right?” 

Person A blushes a deep red, gulping as they nod, “Erm, thanks. Are...are you sure you don’t mind?”

Person B kisses them with a giggle, “promise. See ya next Saturday?”

“Y-Yeah! That sounds perfect.” A small audible toot leaves Person A. Making them blush more, not knowing that was possible. 

“You should probably take those before someone gets sick.” Person B teases, finally earning a giggle from Person A.

[degenerate--chan]

Aa just curious buuuut, you got any gassy scenarios involving the Jo////ker and Ba/////tman?? If so I would honestly love to hear them 👉👈👀

I do have some! And thank you for being my first ask! ❤️I will admit, I haven’t written much Ba////tjok////es, but I’m learning!

This is unedited, so sorry in advance!

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I like to imagine there’s a fight where Jo////ker has the upper hand. Straddling Ba////tman’s mid-section, raising his fist or weapon up, ready to strike and rush off. All his weight bearing down on the other’s gurgling stomach, no doubt still bubbly from the dinner the hero just had before his nightly patrol. 

Jo////ker’s giggling laughter echoing on the rooftop they occupy. All of Gotham, right below them, having no clue of the fight transpiring. It’s almost too perfect of a get-away. The clown’s bright red lips continuing to widen into a sick smile, ready to strike down--

Until it happens. The white’s of Ba////tman’s eyes in his cowl close in desperation as Jo////ker feels the churning of the hero’s gut. Hears the grumbling himself. Having no time to react as a burst of rancid gas releases itself from Ba////tman, despite his best efforts to hold on. 

‘Ppppppprbbbt’

Jo////ker completely stills, even dropping his raised arms, letting his weapon roll from his hands. 

“Did you just--”

‘Ppppppprrrfffttt’

Ba////tman wants nothing more than to curl up in a ball. To avoid the gaze of another arch-nemesis of his. To avoid the sheer humiliation he feels as the smell hits them both. 

“Phew,” Jo////ker plugs his nose, keeping a hand on the other’s chest to pin him in place. “geez, whatever you ate sure makes the air smell like roses!” 

That damned laugh nearly makes Ba////tman curl in on himself. He -- Got////ham’s sole protector and hero -- making a fool of himself in front of the most dangerous man he’s come across in all his years of crime-fighting. 

“I’ll give you 10 seconds to get away.” He grits through his teeth. Using his hips to try and knock off the clown. The struggle only making Jo////ker bounce on his bloated stomach. The padded armored suit doing little to alleviate the pressure. 

‘Ppppppprrrrrrbbbbbbttttt’ 

It nearly burns at his hole as his body pushes the trapped gas out. Ba////tman knew better than to disregard his nightly dinner, a dinner he knows plagues him with the worst possible gas. And yet here he is, embarrassed and unable to control himself in front of the Jo////ker.

The clown’s laugh only adds insult to injury. His mad cackle ringing in the hero’s ear as his hands guide themselves down his muscled body. Pushing his fingers into the bloated tummy, kneading away. 

Each push against his stomach forces another smaller burst out. As much as Ba////tman wishes he hated this -- he can’t. He welcomes the relief with reluctant pleasure. 

‘Prrft’

“Look at you, Bats. You’re just my personal whoopie cushion now,” Jo////ker cackles once more. Stands of green hair fall in front of his face, completely focused at the task at hand.

‘Frrrpt’

“C’mon, how about a deal? I help you get all this trapped gas out, and you let me walk away free. I wasn’t even planning on doing anything...yet.” That damned laugh, the promise of relief, it all helps the hero make his choice. 

‘Frbbbbbbbbbbtttt’

“...Deal. Just don’t let me--” Ba////tman groans. A harsh cramp erupting in his stomach. Yet, Jo////ker’s hands go right to the pain. Massaging the pain away with a devious smile. A silent yet putrid fart making itself known as the cramp subsides. “---catch you later tonight.” 

“You have my word, Bats. And don’t let me catch you stinking up all of Got////ham with this trapped wind.” 

[degenerate--chan]

Finally some more D//////C content let’s gooooo

Lemmie tell you, anon, I have never been more excited to write more content for D/////C! It can be so good for eproctophilia fuel.

[degenerate--chan]

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There can be so many (weird) takes on Sc///arec///row’s (Jon) fe///ar toxin that can be eprocto fuel.

Something I wrote about ages ago was perhaps Sc///arec///row using Ri///ddler as a guinea pig of sorts. Asking the fellow criminal if he can test a new chemical reaction of his famous fe///ar toxin out. Edward owes him a favor, so of course he accepts. Taking a special pill to save him from the toxin’s mind altering effects, but leaving him with the ability to feel it’s physical effects.

Soon, Edward is pinned down, grunting with the newfound weight. Jon may be thin, but he’s much stronger than the other. Grunting as he settles his ass onto his nose, the scratchy material of his costume making Edward grunt and kick.

“Stay still,” Jon holds onto Edward’s lap for balance. Ignoring the heat in his belly as he feels the effects begin. “This is more of a biochemical matter, I haven’t worked out the problem of producing the gas in a more dignified matter yet.”

“Jon--?”

“I said stay still--” Jon grunts. His ginger hair sticking to his forehead as he pushes what he can out. The heavy feeling in his gut finally bursting as a rumbling low fart is blasted on Edward’s face. The other squirming more as Jon sighs, looking back to make sure Edward is at least still conscious.

‘Bbbbbbbprft’

“How are you feeling, Edward?” Jon moves himself back from the other. His eyebrows furrowed as newfound fresh air greets him. A blessed relief from the disgusting fetid stench. The air around Edward feeling as dense as Jon’s weight upon him. Choking him from the inside out.

“Hurry, I can already feel another dose.”

“Elevated heartbeat,” Edward coughs. He really has to stop asking for favors from Jon, “sweating and cold shivers, I -- get it over with. I can’t tell if its the physical effects or the mere fact you’ve stooped to this level.”

‘Bbbbbbbrrrrpppph’

“How is this even possible?” Edward coughs, Jon lifting himself up once more to allow the criminal to breathe. He can feel the heat of his gas warming the air around Edward’s head. The smell much more concentrated thanks to the tablet he took to deliver these results.

His stomach growls ominously. “How about now, Edward?”

“Shortness of breath, but that can be from the--” another cough. It’s with a sick sense of immature pride that Jon finds himself happy he’s made Edward cough for any and all fresh untainted air. “stench. Heartbeats increasing, pulse quickening, the cold shivers are--”

‘Ffffffrrrbbbbbpppptth’

“--intensifying.” Edward coughs, Jon finally lifting up and allowing the other to sit up. Watching him wave at the air, dispersing what he can away. Clinging to any untainted air. “I say it works. I can’t tell if the means of producing the toxin are more humiliating for your victims or you.”

“A bit of both, would you say so?” Jon sighs, taking notes on his clipboard. “Thank you, Edward. I believe we’re even now.” His brown eyes look up above his glasses, watching the other move with quickened pace. ‘Anything to get away from the smell, I don’t blame him.’

“Why do you need this biochemical way of distributing your toxin? You haven’t lost the latest batch, have you? We have that joint heist together this week.”

“A rather immature joke between The Bat and his Brat convinced me to give it a try. I can’t lug around tanks of toxin forever. If I can simply take a pill and produce the toxin in a more decent manner on command, we can get more done.”

Edward shrugs, still coughing as he rushes to open a window in their hideout. And he thought his own brand of gas was bad.

[degenerate--chan]

when someone lifts their hips to let out a fart but its bigger than they expected n they have to lift a little more . <3

[degenerate--chan]

The eternal struggle of wanting to post fandom blatant content on here but not wanting anyone to recognize me on my pathetic hornblog.....

.....but I'm feeling randy right now & kinda want the j*ker to have a horrible, bloated, churning upset stomach while scrapping with 🦇👦, every quick movement and punch/kick jolting his already battered stomach and forcing bubbly, gurgling farts out of him, until he finally desperately shits himself...but the truth is he's enjoying every minute of it; the relief, the sweet embarrassment, and sharing such an intimate moment with the 🦇.....who also enjoys it, to his eternal chagrin and self disgust, but is too mesmerized by the j*ker's predicament (and just the j*ker in general) to not squeeze his middle with his much larger hands, or push his belly against walls and ledges to dislodge yet another wet fart, listening to all the grunts and whimpers and groans escape through a red-lipped grin while watching the stain darken against the clown's purple pinstriped dress pants.

(And yes, b*tman does help J clean up afterwards, we do aftercare here 😤)

[degenerate--chan]

Information

Hello, call me Anon. 

If you are under 18, leave. This is not a space for you to explore nor engage in. I cater to adults and adults only. Do not interact. 

As for me, I’m a young adult in my 20s. Please refer to me with they/them pronouns. That is the most information I’m willing to disclose here, as I generally like to keep my fetish-centric content as anonymous as possible. 

As a note; this is a side-blog. I can only reblog content, I sadly cannot follow others or like posts. :(

I am into D///C, more specifically Ba///tman and even more specifically, his villains. 

The content you will find here are more along the lines of fetish material. A great focus will be on eprocto/farting and coprophilia/scat. There will be instances of watersports/piss involved in a few fics/art. Any other warnings will be labeled properly. 

I am not responsible for your consumption of my content. If you are an adult and willingly read when I create, that is on you. Not me. 

I know I sound stuffy, but I’m just covering my bases before I post here regularly. I am very welcoming and friendly once I establish my own boundaries and rules! I hope you all enjoy what I create, fellow fetishists/kinksters :) If you have any requests or ideas, especially with D///C, let me know!

[degenerate--chan]

The Ride After

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Wanted to write some gassy captured Edward (❓)  and Bruce (🦇).  :) Unedited, and first time posting anything like this. Please forgive me for any mistakes. Enjoy!

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The rumble in his stomach sends a cold shiver down his spine, the villain’s legs closing as best they can in his current predicament. His arms bound back thanks to the hero’s bat-themed hook and rope. Squirming about in place as an all too familiar growl descends down his stomach, deep into the recesses of his colon.  Edward knowing usually what would come next. His cheeks heating up in meek embarrassment, a complete 360 from his cocky and proud attitude he held over his hostages in Got///ham City’s First National Bank. 

“You could be a bit more gentle.” Edward grumbles, no doubt he must look ridiculous. Him -- The Ri///ddler -- one of the most feared of the Ro///gues Gallery, now shuffles alongside Ba///tman as he humiliatingly holds in the urge to pass wind. 

“It’s not me. The rope wrapped around you grows tighter the more you struggle. I suggest you stop until we get to GC///PD headquarters.” his captor answers dryly, helping escort the villain out into the array of chaos he’s inflected. 

“..W-What?” Edward looks towards Ba///tman, the cold shivers returning once more as he feels pressure move within him, nudging at his clenched hole. Eyebrows furrowing together in agony, each new rumble is just another need to hold on tighter. 

“It’s enhanced to tighten the more someone moves; thanks to your usual posse terrorizing Got///ham, I don’t want to risk any security breeches, It won’t stop your breathing if it was around your chest, but it will keep you from squirming too much for escape.”

Edward looks down at the now much tighter rope around his mid-section. Gripping at his belly with firm force, as if coaxing his gas deeper down to be released. The pressure just this side of painful and reliving -- as officers look him up and down, he feels as if everyone knows his humiliating growing urge. 

“All the hostages are safe, no minor injuries other than some rope burn.” Commissioner G///ordon smiles as the two pass him by. “The usual?” 

Ba///tman nods, Edward growing more fearful as the hero settles him into the passenger seat of the Ba///tmobile. Even just the action of sitting has his gut gripped tighter, grounding himself subtly into the seat to avoid any accidental slips. 

The ride itself is uneventful at first. At least, for the hero. His captured villain? Not so much. 

Edward finds himself trapped, his stomach giving the smallest of rumbles as he keeps his legs closed tight together. Trying to focus on anything else other than the need to push. The need to expel the rancid gas no doubt building inside him. 

He’s at least happy he wore his green three piece suit today. Had this been his usual spandex and lycra one piece, he might have had zero control. 

‘Damn you,’ Edward thinks to himself, his arms growing sore as his stomach rumbles once more. A bit too loud for his comfort, not seeing the side-eyed glance the hero gives at the sound. ‘Damn you, and damn your fancy gadgets, and your police back-up. Just...damn you.’ 

It happens so fast, Edward has no time to prepare himself. Even if he wasn’t caught up in his own thoughts, he’d have no way of stopping the inevitable. An upcoming deep pothole jerks the car up, continuing its fast speed down to GC///PD headquarters. His body jerking alongside Ba///tman’s, his ass leaving the seat for just a few seconds as he regains his position. 

“Sorry, I guess I should slow--”

‘Bbbbbbrrrrth’ 

A long rumbling fart interrupts Ba///tman before he can get another word out. Slowing his speeds down, stopping at a red light at a deserted intersection. His expression faltering from the usual stoic to surprised embarrassment.

‘Bbbbbrt’ 

Edward curls in on himself, getting more a whiff than he would like from his own gas. Hiding himself from his arch-nemesis. Hiding himself from the humiliation he’s causing. Whines he wish he could hold back break from his lips as the rope tightens around his core. Finally forcing his body to release the noxious gas that’s built up inside him, no doubt waiting for him to push and relieve himself since this morning. 

‘Bbbbbbbbppppppft’ 

“Oh God--” Edward moans out. The relief too good to deny its pleasure, the humiliation too much to deny its blow to his super-sized ego. He still remains curled over, legs now open as he fails to clench his hole closed. The air around them much more thick, putrid, even the hero finds himself coughing quietly. 

“Warning -- Noxious Fumes. Sulfur Detected.” The Ba///tmobile’s computer announces, much to Edward and Ba///tman’s mortification. Edward N///ygma may be a villain, but even he deserves decency. The hero scrambling to turn the command off as Edward released a near-dangerous wet bubbling fart. 

‘Ppppppprrrrbbbbbtt’

“It’s automatic, I didn’t expect, Ri///dler--” 

“Just shut it off!” The newfound pressure on his stomach muscles he uses to yell forces another short yet bubbling burst. 

‘Bbbbpft-’

“Initiating Air Purification Systems. Increasing Oxygen Levels.” The computer proudly states. A filter from the backseat seems to highlight Edward’s embarrassment. Wafting away the rotten disgusting smell soaking into the Ba///tmobile’s interior. 

Ba///tman silently thankful the systems are online. He tries his best to be polite, fighting the urge to hold his nose or crack the window open to dissipate the choking fumes. He can’t help but, in a sick sense, enjoy the way Edward fights to remain as he portrays himself. The once powerful and challenged Ri///ddler, now near soiling himself in the Ba///tmobile. 

His stomach grumbles in upset once more. Edward no longer caring, how can he? He just degraded himself in front of the Ba///tman. He pushes slightly to get the bubble out. Feeling it pop against his tight hole, soaking his briefs, pants, and the seat in his rank stink once more. 

‘Pppppsssshft’

The drive is too quick after the light turns green. Ba///tman returning to their speed before, arriving at the crowded police station. Media and news outlets of all types crowd the front steps, Officers trying to keep the crowd under control as they all fight to get one statement from anyone. Be it Ba///tman or Ri///ddler. 

“Air Quality Returned to Normal, All Systems Offline.”

“...I hate that you have that as a feature.”‘ Edward groans. Finally uncurling from his hunched over position. He coughs, fresh air hitting him like a freight train. Keeping himself so low down to his belly and crotch only made him smell his own rotting eggy scent from his gas. It’s almost a miracle he didn’t pass out, he realizes with shame. 

“...I had it installed after Jo///ker tried to breech the backseat with his personal laughing gas.” 

“Actual laughing gas? Or the gas that makes others die with a grin like his? Or--”

“That’s enough questions for now.” Ba///tman sighs, ignoring the heat in his belly as Edward looks at him with teary eyes, flushed red cheeks, and messy hair. Of course, he never found himself attracted to those he captured. But this particular instance, under these degrading circumstances...

The walk up the stairs into the station is a quiet one. One filled with congratulations to the hero and snide remarks to the villain. All completely unknown to the events that transpired on the way over.

“We’ll take it from here.” Commissioner Gor///don reassures. Helping Ba///tman untie the unforgiving rope, the villain sighing in relief. 

“You’d really ought to perfect how tight those things get.” 

“Settle down, Ri///ddler. You got a long night of interrogation ahead of you.” the Commissioner grunts, helping direct the other towards the room, officers and detectives ready to drill him for any and all answers. “You’re lucky I’m giving you a break to use the bathroom and get proper before this. Especially after the mess you caused.” 

“Oh, how kind of you.” Edward rolls his eyes. 

Gulping as his stomach gives the same rumble. Loud enough for the Commissioner and Ba///tman to hear. 

“...Fine. I’ll take it. Only to get my story straight, nothing else.” 

As the two turn down the hallway. Ba///tman finds himself smirking.