#How to stop My farts from smelling

[galene-gothic]

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾’𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎

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⊹ ! ೀ Pile 1 ꒱

One thing about your future spouse that you’ll love is how they’ll smell. They might have a woody smell mixed with something sweet but spicy. I’ve noticed that sweet scents are such that they tend to be more of the base scent alongside the woody one. It is going to cause your person to smell scrumptious. I don’t even care if you’re enquiring about a man, they are going to have a certain sweetness in their scent. I do not get the sweetness being overpowering or even obvious but something that is more of a base and can be smelled but the woodiness and spiciness are more noticeable, and apparent. You might be a sucker for sweet scents with a certain richness to them, like you might like vanilla or cocoa butter scents for yourself for example! Some of you could like floral too but I’m getting something richer than that so I can only think of the ones mentioned above. Either way, you’re going to love smelling them. You’re going to feel so greedy and selfish, wanting all of them to yourself to see, smell and touch. You’re going to be physically obsessed with them. It could be that you’re naturally a physical person, doesn’t even have to be sexually or you will be that way after you meet them. However, I am getting you finding them very sexy and wanting to do it all the time but that could simply be for a select few of you who have a high sex drive. Your person is unfortunately making me all smiley, blushing, unable to put my smile down. You’re going to like them so much, you might find yourself naturally reacting in such ways when you see them, even just on the phone. Like, they won’t have to be physically present for you to be attracted to them and feel the chemistry with them. Girl stop! I’m getting you thrusting your hips forward on simply seeing a picture or video of them. Gosh, you’re so down bad and shameless. For many of you, sex might be very important or it might simply be the intimacy that comes with it but you’re going to want to be attracted to your partner even over the years, you’re not going to settle for the “it gets boring after a while” bullshit because you think that relationships and marriage are such that you see the other person handle life, you’re with each other in really intimate ways, you have the knowledge that you have someone to call your own, you have disagreements but hold each other’s best interests at heart, you learn so much from each other, you are two strangers who choose each other and love each other, make each other your family, your life partner despite not sharing the same blood and choose each other again, and again, and that in itself would create a deep intimacy, understanding and love for the other, causing you to only find them more and more attractive over time.

Physical attraction or sex is being emphasised here, even if the other person isn’t physically attractive, you want them to be attractive to you chemically, making your hormones and heart go haywire by simply just their presence causing you to be physically attracted to them. You care about attraction and you’re going to be insanely attracted to them. You’ll honestly find everyone about them attractive, like you’ll want to love them in really nasty and dirty ways, and in really soft and divine ways as well. I’m not sure if I’m expressing it well enough but I do not want to list the nasty things here, it isn’t even just about sex, you’re going to be attracted to them even when they fart or have a morning breath. Don’t even try to deny what I’m going to tell you next, you enjoy clashes, fights or jealousy in your relationships. You feel like it brings the spark back and makes you feel a pulse on the lips, the vertical ones or whatever you possess. With that being said, you’re a very passionate person and partner, and are going to hold sex or physicality to be important, precious, and possibly even sacred, that’s great but you’re going to get very worked up over others possibly being attracted to them. You’re going to find them irresistibly attractive and sexy so you’re going to be upset about how others find them to be such as well. However, you’re going to love bringing it up and receiving assurance from them. I don’t even think that it’s anything toxic, in fact, I’m finding them finding it very funny and annoying too if overdone but still sort of enjoying how much you want them. They’re going to wish that you’d believe them but the truth is, they’d be similar to you, being extremely attracted to you and hence, possessive over you causing them to have their own jealous moments. You might get upset about people looking at them or interacting with them but will prefer self regulating and not letting it get to you (it will have already gotten to you but at least you’ll be trying), you’ll likely find it more maddening to think about their past or if they act out in ways that you think are disrespectful (most of you will overthink a lot at some point but will usually prefer dealing with it by yourself, internally and will never get over it but will still move past it) but your person is going to be like “why were you talking to him smiling so much?” And you might not have any clue what they’re talking about 💀. Someone will eye you and they’ll want to gnaw their eyes out, you’ll be similar too in this regard. “Who are they to look at my wife like that?” You’re going to find this aspect of them to be so sexy as well. Knowing that you’re desired the way you desire. It doesn’t seem to be unhealthy honestly but again I’m a very intense, passionate, jealous and possessive in love too so I shouldn’t pass any judgements here.

‘Jealous’ by Nick Jonas is coming through here “I turn my cheer music up and I'm puffing my chest. I'm getting red in the face. You can call me obsessed. It's not your fault that they hover, I mean no disrespect, it’s my right to be hellish. I still get jealous ‘cause you're too sexy beautiful and everybody wants a taste that’s why, I still get jealous. You’re too sexy beautiful and everybody wants your sex that’s why, I still get jealous.” You both wouldn’t want other people looking at your partner in ways that only you’ll have each other, it seems territorial mostly. Also, if either of you have had a past, that’s going to be enough for you to want to put a gun over your own head and pull the trigger 💀. I’m unfortunately getting explicit messages coming through here. Your relationship could be a very physical and passionate one, the idea of anyone else getting your partner like that is going to just hurt. I personally don’t think it’s toxic because romantic love and sexual relations are the most intimate one can get with anyone so it only makes sense to be slightly upset about your partner sharing something so special with anyone else. I wonder if this jealousy will cause some problems at some point because I am trying to move past it but it comes through again and again but yeah, back to the explicit message that I got earlier. They’re going to ask you to be loud in bed, to speak up and make some noise. “Make some fucking noise, let them hear how good I’m making you feel” is what I heard. You’re going to find them normally cursing to be sexy too. You’re going to feel really safe with them and are going to feel protected. “I have someone who is here for me, someone who’ll stand up for and with me.” I wonder if you’re planning on wearing lingeries for your future partner or have started seeing, or gained interest in slip dresses, lingerie, etc. recently or always have. If so, this is just confirmation that this is your pile. Honestly, your partner could get you these dirty, sexy and pretty things to wear, and the way they’ll eye you will make you weak in the knees. For some of you, not only are they going to have that intense gaze while looking at you in your skimpy clothing but might even have either a full on grin or a smirk that will make you all embarrassed. In fact, they might even say some dirty words, praising or degrading you but you’ll just want to drip on their wood. This is not even my usual language, it’s your energy, don’t get mad at me! One or both of you might make adult jokes or talk in innuendos, it could simply be casual jokes or dirty talking but it’s going to cause you to feel throbbing down there either way xD. I hope that you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading, much love and take care.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 2 ꒱

You’re going to meet them after a break up or separation. The break up doesn’t have to be recent but it’s going to have put you in a spot where you became scared of love and had love or the desire for it make you feel worthless at some point. You might not actively be in a place where you are avoidant and think of love poorly but the effects of the past could both come up, and subside when you meet your person. You will have a desire for love but you’re also going to fear it and you’re going to have been scorned so you’ll be desiring a very particular kind of a love, and it could be rare to find such a pure and sacred love, you could have heard about how unrealistic it is from others or in small and big ways just realised that it’s not common, it’s not even something most people are aware of or think is possible? You could have seen people talk about hearing people getting cheated on, the first love theory of how people never get over the one that got away, all men or women are the same, etc. So you’ll hold romance to be sacred and also yourself to be such because you’ll have felt so dirty, worthless and used at some point, and will not want to feel that way ever again. You’re going to be trying to convince yourself that you should not have a negative view of love but that the kind of it that you desire might or might not exist, and might or might not find you, and that you need to learn how to accept that you might have to stay single forever and might never such intimacy with anyone. You might or might not actively think about love at the time you’ll meet them but you’ll definitely be trying to build more and more richness in yourself, and your life even without a romantic partner. You’re going to get very close to them, you’re going to develop deep intimacy with them, it’s going to be the kind of love where you’re so smitten that their dreams will be your own, where their happiness makes you happy and you’re just going to be theirs completely. I do not even care if you’re atheist, you are going to be grateful to the divine or just life for the love you’ll have, for the person you’ll have. It is like all your pain, complaints, negativity will be erased because of them. You’re a person who tries to practice love and goodness even without a romantic partner. You know how some people are trying to become rich, good looking or seem good in character only to attract the opposite sex or whoever they are interested in romantically. You’re not one of those people who expect romantic love for being a loving and good person, you in fact want to become this way more and more even if you never find a lover because then you’ll have at least led a good life. If you’re not this way yet, you’re going to have become that way by that time because people, love and romance will have disappointed you enough by then, and you will want to have a good quality of life even if it’s without it. The love you’re going to find in him is going to be exactly the kind you desire. For you, devotion is very important in romance and connections in general.

This is because you are a very devotional person, you find joy in giving your all into just one person who you feel passionate about. The world we live in doesn’t allow you to express your devotion enough because those you meet are not worthy of such devotion so meeting them is going to be so freeing, touching and just a safe haven. You’ll have experienced connections that will have hurt you a lot, you’ll be glad to have gotten out of such stupidity so meeting them knowing what you experienced last time but still choosing to love them and them not disappointing you is going to be enough to make you tearful. You’re going to hold them precious and will value them. You’re going to be so grateful for them like nothing will be able to pull you down because the love you will share with them is going to have you high at all times. “Nothing can bring me down” is the energy that I’m getting from you when you’re in love. When your eyes will meet theirs, you’ll feel like the fragrance of the heavens itself are spilling through. Your love is going to be such, the devotion of your souls to each other’s is going to be such that you’re just going to thank whatever or whoever sent you their way. “What did I do to deserve you?” Is how you’ll feel. When you meet them, you might not be closed off as per say but you might be more focused on other things and your own growth especially after whatever you will have experienced in your past connections, you’re not going to have it in you to deal with certain kinds of people, connections, let alone chase anyone or let anyone consume you. Your person is going to be very persistent with getting you. It’s going to be a “yes or yes?” situation for them. I feel like your person is going to be a bit playful in their approach. Initially, they will obviously not know everything that will have happened in your life and your inner workings but they’re going to have a crush on you, and will want to impress you, and you’ll make them feel all fluttery on the inside, they’ll be able to feel the butterflies in their tummy so they’re going to be smitten by you almost right away. I kept on getting something about the eyes with your reading and I finally understand it, they’re going to love your eyes, might make a comment about it (possibly multiple ones) and they’re always going to be looking at you, like they’ll make it so obvious, I’m not exaggerating here, anyone who looks at them and follows their gaze would know that they’re staring at you. I’m talking about before the both of you get together, because they’ll stare at you a lot, whenever you’ll look at them, your eyes are going to dwell within theirs for a while, further solidifying their attraction and connection to you. Incidents of the past will have affected you very deeply, you’ll have developed deep rooted beliefs that you’re not worthy or attractive enough to be desired, to be wanted right away, to be yearned for deeply, to be pined over. I’m not sure if this has already occurred but something or possibly even multiple situations either already have or will make you feel very worthless, mistreated and worthless. “Am I really that easy to forget and get over?” Is what I heard. I’m not sure what it is but there’s this thing of wanting to be enough for others.

It comes from a wounded place and perspective, an inferiority complex almost. In this lifetime, when you’re younger, you’re going to hold others to a very high regard, often believing that they’re better than you or that their opinions matter more. So you’re going to try different things in hopes of being liked, tolerated and enough but due to how scorned these connections will leave you, you’ll have developed a pretty good perspective of yourself and solid self esteem, you’ll have realised that you’ve always been enough, and valuable but your experiences will still have left scars, they’ll not even be visible to the naked eye for them to see but they’ll still be healing these scars, erasing them until they’re faded, as if they never existed by simply just desiring you. They’ll not even be aware of it, they’ll simply be staring at you because they’ll be attracted to you. Also, they’ll be attracted to you right away, it’s like when they’ll see you their heart will skip a beat, they’ll feel hot around you, it’s like you’ll have started within them, burning away their inhibitions and shame. They’re going to end up thinking about you a lot and just daydreaming, I wouldn’t be surprised if they had literal dreams about you because they’ll surely think of you before bed. Due to the wounds of the past, you do not consider such traumatising and hopeless situations, and feelings to be ‘love’. If you haven’t undergone such situations yet, all the best but again, you’re going to end up with your person so I hope that soothes your heart a little. You’ll consider only them to be ‘love’ because you’re a ‘one and only’ kind of a person. It’s not like you will be lying about it, your world will in fact start with them and end at them because they’ll breathe a new life into you. You’re not going to open yourself to them immediately but are going to express your love for them through your eyes, you will probably not make it as obvious as this person does, you will just look towards them, look at them just a second more than normal and then look away, not wanting to make it obvious. You’re eventually going to melt for their advances, gestures and words. They’ll make you feel so desired, so loved, almost like you’re worshipped. You’re going to find your body opening and melting into their arms, and body. Your sense of peace is going to be in them, in their breath. You’re going to greatly care about their health because you’re not going to know what you’d do without them. Well, you’d be self sufficient and lead a good life even without them but now that you’ve met them, it’s going to be depressing to imagine a life by yourself. You’re not going to be able to stay apart from each other, it simply won’t be possible. You’ll find them to be the most attractive and intoxicating so well, I do not even have to list individual qualities. This is the kind of love most people are not even able to imagine, let alone understand or receive but you’ll have it, you’ll experience it and you’re going to be grateful for it, wholeheartedly. I hope that you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading, much love and take care.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 3 ꒱

There are two groups here, one group is a bit depressive and melancholic, the other has the mindset that we have one life and we should have fun instead of letting the heaviness of it get to us. I wouldn’t be surprised if many of you have had phases of both or somehow manage to be both ways but moving onto what you’re going to find attractive about your future spouse, their authenticity is going to be something very admirable and striking to you. They’re going to bring out a very childlike and fun, yet sensitive and innocent side of you. When they’ll enter the room, even if you haven’t gotten to the point of relationship or dating yet, you’re going to know that it’s going to be much more fun than it would be without them. The energy that I’m getting here is an innocent crush but a lifelong one. You might not even have gotten that deep yet in the physical world and might have a more fun dynamic initially but it’s like they’ll be seeing right through the heart of you. You’re going to feel like family to each other almost right away. You’re going to find your walls crumbling down with the strength of what you’ll feel for them. You’re not going to be willing to change yourself for them and it’s going to be their authenticity that will have this effect on you. It would be very difficult to get the real you before you meet them because before you meet them, you’re going to be trying on different personas and ways of life, however on meeting them you’re going to want to be seen authentically and also simply just lead a life that is true to you, to live as the person that you truly are. You’re going to love feeling like they’re changing you as a person but it’s also going to be scary. You’re going to start wanting to share a life with them but will feel really insecure because they’ll be true to themself while you’re not so you’re going to feel like they’re not going to want you. I wouldn’t be surprised if your pile has a temporary separation but that’s not going to be the case for many of you. You’re going to be a manic pixie dream girl to them. They’re going to find you unpredictable and very hyper fun, someone who’s gestures are exaggerated but will also see your softer, more vulnerable sides and they’re going to be shy when it comes to you. They’ll have just as much of a crush on you as you will on them but you’ll give them many mixed signals due to your own insecurities and the way they’ll be making you feel, and in turn, they’ll have mixed feelings towards you and will act accordingly. I’m genuinely getting both parties not being able to handle this situation well but they’re going to touch you very deeply without even a solid relationship being formed. You’re going to see them as a larger than life person who’s going to be forever young and works hard, plays hard, someone who’s just living life well. In this world where everything is so digital and artificial, most people are lonely, depressed and miserable because no one seems to understand quality time anymore, no one seems to have a life or love that is full of activities, you’re going to find the way they’ve managed to have an actual life to be really attractive. You’re going to separate but even after you do, you’re going to hold a lot of love for them. You’re going to be unable to forget their voice or the way they made you feel. At some point, you’re not going to be all up in your feelings anymore but are still going to have them in the back of your mind or thoughts of them will just come up and you’ll realise that you haven’t forgotten their manner of speaking yet. During this separation, you’re going to be mad at them, wondering if they just didn’t return your feelings.

However, gestures don’t lie and you’re going to believe that they did feel at least a little something but you’re going to be deeply grateful towards them despite the resentments here and there. You’re going to find yourself speaking about them a lot after you meet them even after the separation. Eventually, there’s going to be this thought of “what if they never felt the same way?” So as your emotions aren’t as fresh anymore, you’ll stop talking about them as much until it is gone almost completely, you will still think about them and pretty actively but despite the knowledge that you grew a lot thanks to them, there’s also going to be this thought of how you were left behind by them. ‘Co2’ by Prateek Kuhad is the energy that I’m getting here. “Maybe it’s the way that you can see what I’m missing, what I can never be. I just wanna feel like I deserve you ‘cause you deserve me” and “I couldn't say ‘I need you’ on that night when you left and I lost all track of time. I just want you close so I can feel you. Can you feel me? And nothing says ‘I love you’ like the words that were never said, but could be heard. If only there was peace around us, baby. You would hear me and maybe it's the way that lovers do. I just want for me what I want for you. Only with the sun above us maybe you would see me and even if you leave, I may be fine ‘cause my heart, it has its own design.” You’re not going to know if you feel grateful for having met them and grown so much or if you are resentful due to the fact that they could stay away from you, that they could leave you, forget you, move on without you or if they just never felt anything and it was just all in your head. The last one is going to be something that your memory of their actions will prove false but the possibility of it is always going to be there so it’s going to be complicated honestly. For some of you, it could be something like they dated people during the separation and you’ll feel like it isn’t respectful to you, that you should not let them in but there’s also going to be the knowledge that you handled things very immaturely in the past. You’ll have yearned for them, cried over them, questioned their feelings and intentions, gotten over them, all of that so you’ll not be sure if it’s worth it to entertain them but you’ll inevitably melt at some point when you run into each other and reconnect. You’ll have missed them a lot and you’ll realise it when you see them, you’ll be really happy to see them after so long but you’ll also know that you’re unsure about what ever is the reality of the connection. For those of you who watch bollywood movies or are indian, you’ll have gotten over your ‘Geet in Shimla’ phase by yourself so you’ll know that you can live without them and happily but you’ll still have missed them, and will have unresolved soft as well as hard feelings towards them. You’ll still not be willing to initiate anything towards them because you’ll feel bitter about how they moved on without you and would have probably never reached out to you if you didn’t run into each other. In fact, despite melting on the inside, you’re going to re-solidify yourself and be sort of reserved from them at least emotionally, you’ll be reminding yourself that you can’t enter the place that you worked so hard to get out of. They’re going to have missed you a lot as well so they’re going to prove their devotion towards you. They’re going to decide that they’re going to lose either way, in one way at least they’ll have tried, they’ll know that they majorly sacrificed by letting you go and were clueless about it back then due to the overwhelm, emotional deflection or/and immaturity but aren’t going to be willing to let that happen again.

When you reconnect, they’re going to find themself acting like a different version of them, one that they were with you, all the feelings that never truly left are going to come back to them and they’re going to realise that they’ve either already lost you or are going to if they don’t take action. You’re not going to be available for them because you’ll be scared of things going the same way again. You will have matured, changed and grown, you’ll have become more yourself than you’ve ever been, and they’ll have played a major part in helping you get there but ironically they’ll not have any of you, there will be no space for them in your life. You’ll still feel softly towards them but the fear is going to be there. You’re going to be so familiar to them but will have no time for them. You might try to avoid them by saying “I’m busy” or “I was at work”, etc. It’s going to be very hard for you because you’ll have a massive crush on them but you’ll still be pushing yourself to do it, to have some self respect and act like it. They’re going to find you and your connection to be precious, they’re going to be hopeful despite the distance and separation that you’ll have undergone. They’ll try to make plans and will try to pursue you. They’ll feel like home to you but with that there will come a feeling of vulnerability, a fear of getting hit where it hurts most. They’re going to treat you like family. Despite being someone who’s authentic to themself and having an active life because they’re the type to make the most out of their life, be productive and keep themself busy, they’re going to not have lost their soft spot for you but you not wanting to get played will still try to avoid them for a while. They’ll be persistent and the fact that they built a home with you despite being charismatic enough to have anyone they want and always being on the go will be something that you’ll love about them. They’re really going to have to win you over because you’re not going to let yourself melt right away. They’re going to support you through a lot and will be a friend, and confidant above just a romantic partner. You’re going to find their unabashed way of being themself, expressing themself and going after what they want to be attractive. You’re also going to find the way they make you feel and change you as a person to be attractive because while you may be mad at them for leaving you behind, you truly needed the space to grow by yourself at that time. You’re going to find their persistence after you reconnect and the way they treated you like family right from the start and the way they could just see right through you to be very attractive. I’m pretty sure even throughout the marriage, you’re going to find many new appealing qualities that they possess but it’s this that the spirit wanted to get to you today. Well, to put it quite plainly, you’re going to find all of them to be very attractive but the intense and dramatic ‘the notebook’ coded storyline is going to add more of a theatrical feature to the mix xD. You’re going to have the biggest crush on them even throughout the marriage, you’ll feel your heart flutter in your chest at the mere sight of them despite knowing that they have a receded hairline and wrinkles on their face. You’re going to be like “OH MY GOD, HE HEARD ME! OH MY GOD, HE KNOWS MY NAME!” As if you’re not literally married to them. I hope that you enjoyed it. While they’re pursuing you, they’re going to show you through their words and actions that their love for you is unwavering. Like, they’ll not be able to imagine anyone except you as their spouse and they’ll show it. You’d not settle for anything lesser than this anyway. Thank you for reading, much love and take care.

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An Office Interview (Part 1)

You felt nervous heading into the building, unsure of what your new job even was. You still didn't even know if you wanted to work here as you weren't that familiar with business of any kind. You'd just seen that they were hiring on the website, and that it didn't require any kind of University degree or even background knowledge of the company. Although, you did find that a little strange. Nevertheless, you desperately needed the job and the money, whatever it was, as nowhere else had been willing to hire you.

As you entered the large main hall, you noticed a man leaning against the desk facing away from you. He was wearing a black fancy suit, matching your own that you wore to make the best impression you could. However, what really drew your attention was his large bubble butt, held up tightly by his suit pants. It was so big and thick that it looked as though it would rip his suit in two at any moment.

As you were fixated by this, the man turned around and saw you staring at him. He then smiled and walked over to you.

"Ahh, you must be the new recruit, correct? I'm Mr Richards." He stuck out his hand for you to shake. You didn't respond instantly, as you were too busy fixated on the rest of his looks. He was a few inches taller than you, with slick brown hair, a small stubbly beard and other features about him that left you almost dazed. However, you quickly recovered and shook his hand.

"Yes, sir, it's a pleasure to be here and I hope I'll be satisfactory to your needs." You felt so scared looking at him up close. He had quite the commanding and tough look about him.

"Hmm, well I'll be the judge of that. Follow me upstairs please." And he turned around, again pointing his large ass at you and walked off. You quickly trailed after him, trying to look anywhere else apart from his butt, which wasn't easy to do with how distracting it was. You even noticed it bouncing a little with each step he took.

The next few minutes dragged by with Mr Stevens showing you round a few different areas, like the canteen and a few offices. Once this was over, you began to climb a flight of stairs.

"And just up here, you'll see with have the- Oh, hold on." He stopped mid-sentence, before leaning against the handrail, almost squinting his eyes. You were a little confused as to what was happening before a loud noise filled the area.

PRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPTT

You jumped in shock, and looked at Mr Richards in alarm. Had he seriously just farted like that, in front of you, with no hesitation? How and why would he do that? You wanted to ask about this, but then the stink of his wind crept into your nostrils and it was pretty bad to say the least. There was an eggy tang to it that caused you to gag a little.

"Ahh, that's better. The cafeteria food's always messing with my stomach. Now then, shall we continue?" He stood back up formally, with a smile. What, how could he just carry on like nothing had happened? You were about to complain, but he headed up the stairs as you were still recovering from the stench. Maybe this was a test to prove your strength? You decided to let it slip for now, as you still wanted to get the job.

If that was a test however, then these next few minutes felt like an endless exam. Now, with every room he showed you, he would let loose a billowing fart from his enormous backside. Each one just as smelly, if not worse, than the previous one.

"Here you'll find the break room, where we relax and let off some steam." RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPTTT

"Here are the main offices, but you don't need to worry about it. It's just all hot air." FRAAAAAAAAARP FFRRRRRTT

"Here's the meeting room, where we discuss important things such as gas prices, among other things." PPRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPP

As this carried on, the stink became more and more unbearable. You really wanted to complain now, as you felt like you would pass out from the smell. Yet you couldn't for 2 reason. One being that every time you opened your mouth, you swore you could almost taste it, leaving you unable to speak properly from your gagging. And the other being, you just wanted to get the job, as you were so desperate for payment. Hopefully, if you did get the job, you would be put in an office as far away from Mr Richards and his enormous flatulent backside as you could.

Although, with each time he would rip one in front of you, you couldn't help but notice that he had a small smirk on his face, with each time you refrained from coughing on his stink. Was he enjoying this, or were you imagining it?

Finally, you came up to a door, that had a symbol of it. You could tell that it was a toilet door. You weren't sure why he was showing you this though.

"And here we have the toilet cubicle. You'll find at least 4 of these on each floor." As he finished talking, you braced yourself for if he would fart again, but thankfully it didn't seem to happen this time. You were hoping that you would be able to move on when suddenly you heard a flushing noise from behind the toilet door. A few seconds later, a man walked out. He was around the same height as Mr Richards, except with more messy black hair.

As the door swung open, you instantly recoiled from the smell that protruded out the room. It was quite obvious what had occurred in there and it reeked to high heaven. You desperately tried to waft away the stench.

"Ah, hello Richards, you alright?" Said the man, smiling at Mr Richards, as he straightened his suit pants.

"I'm all good, thanks Steven. Just showing the new guy around, seeing if he's up for the job." Richards responded, both of them ignoring your suffering. Steven looked down at you and smiled, with an almost mean look.

"I see, well don't go too hard on him. We may all need him later." What on earth did that mean? You weren't sure if you liked the sound of it.

"Don't worry, he's doing alright so far, and I'll make sure he's fine enough for now." Mr Richards responded causing Steven to chuckle.

"Alright then Richards, I'll see you later." He then turned to look at you. "I look forward to having you around. Oh and kid... I'd give that a few hours before going there, if I were you." He said, grinning and pointing to the toilet door. "Maybe even a day or so, with a nose like yours." He then walked away, chuckling. Why would he say something like that?

FRAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPTTT

You then suddenly jumped in the air, and looked behind you, only to be met with Steven's ass a few inches away from your face. He'd stuck his backside out a bit, in attempt to give it some more force. Because of the distance, it meant that the smell hit you instantly, and it was almost as bad as the ones Mr Richards had been letting out, but now with a combined smell of crap.

"Hah, post-dump farts, am I right? See you later." Steven said, before laughing and walking away. As you were still retching on this ungodly stink, Mr Richards looked at you.

"He's quite the character isn't he. Now come on, I have one last place to show you." And, acting like nothing had happened, he headed off again.

For a second, you really thought about leaving now. What kind of place was this that had them all acting like this, it was truly disgusting. However, maybe you were just misjudging and it only happened to be just these 2 that were this vile. Maybe you could talk to the boss and ask them to keep you away from these 2. It looked to be your only hope. So, you carried on. You tried to stay beside Mr Richards instead of being downwind of him.

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Eventually, you came to a big door that you assume led into the bosses office. Once outside, Mr Richards turned around to look at you.

"Now, I'm going to go in and chat with the others inside and then we'll call you in for the interview, understand?" You nodded slowly, still feeling very cautious. You also didn't like how he'd be one of the people interviewing you, but hopefully he wouldn't pass gas in front of them, right?

"Very good. Oh, wait a second." He then proceeded to grunt again, much to your dismay.

PRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAARPPPPPPPPPPP

"Phewy." He said, smiling. "My ass sure is chatty today. Maybe he should be giving you the interview instead of me." You stared in disbelief at him, as he turned around and knocked on the door. How could he make jokes about something so horrible? Was your suffering on his rancid fumes just one big joke to him. You quickly covered you nose, with his ass now pointing at you again. Perhaps this job wasn't worth it after all.

Just then, the door opened, and you could see 2 other men you didn't recognise sitting behind a desk. They were both big and beefy, and their suits looked almost too tight for them.

"Hey Richards, you got the newbie with you?" Said the one on the right.

"Sure have Brain." Said Mr Richards, smugly standing aside, revealing you to them. You tried to stand up straight, looking as formal as possible, though it was a little hard to do, with Richards lingering stink still fumigating your nostrils. Also, you couldn't help but feel like the stink had gotten worse, when the door opened, but perhaps you were imagining it.

"Ooh, he's a cutie, can't wait to start working with him." You could've sworn you heard the one on the left say. Did he say that, or was your mind just messed up from the smell. You couldn't be sure.

"Yeah, he's been pretty obedient so far. I need to talk with you both for a sec." Mr Richards then turned back to me. "You wait out here, and I'll come and collect in a few minutes." He looked so tough and commanding, that you didn't dare feel like talking back to him. As he turned around to grab the door, he looked back at you at squinted his face.

FFFFFFFRAAAAAAARRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT

You felt like you were nearly blown off you feet from the sheer force of the blast that shot out his bubble butt. You managed to steady yourself, but it still caught you off guard. The smell that followed didn't make it any better.

"Oops, must've slipped out." He said, closing the door, leaving you gagging and coughing. From behind the door, you swore you could hear them laughing.

Just what kind of job and business was this?

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To be continued (maybe, probably, idk?)

[dansformations]

"My brother's stench"

Tags: Possesion, gay to straight, fart/burpkink.

Rewrite by me.

⬆️ (The couple before the possesion)

"Bro, please wash my boyfriend's body. I'm begging you."

My brother had always been skinny. So when he saw my boyfriend's big, beefy body, he was jealous. He was so jealous that he decided to cast a spell on him and possess him.

So now I am forced to live with that idiot inside my boyfriend's body. He's acting all gross, doing things my boyfriend would never do; He's flexing my boyfriend's muscles With that damn cocky attitude and downing beers by the dozen. All he does is scratch his smelly balls and watch football all day. It's gross to see my boyfriend acting so... straight.

"Sure, bro... Eventualy." He scrawled his ass and smelled his hand. "This still smells like spring." I watch him with disgust while he says, "For real, take a whiff," trying to put his hand on my nose, i yell and fight his hand.

"Fuck you!" I was full of rage. But his only response was

"Look, some spring breeze." Then he lifts a leg and lets out a big, loud, smelly fart.

PPPPRRRRRRRRRRRFFFT

"What the fuck!" I said, covering my nose, "That's the grossest fart I have ever smelled."

"Thank you," he said while laughing with my boyfriend's cute laugh, but in a lower, dumber tone.

He takes pleasure in my disgust. I just know it. Sometimes I try to not show it; maybe that way he will stop doing it, but he just finds the way.

The other day, at breakfast, I said nothing when he talked while eating or when he farted in the middle of the meal just to laugh and keep eating. I thought that was enough for him to stop trying, but when he finished his gross breakfast - just cold pizza from the fridge and beer- he smiled, took me with my boyfriend's arms and pushed me up against the wall just to let out a deep burp

"OOOOOUUURRRP!" and then blew the fowl stench into my face.

When he watches sports on TV, he will lift his butt to one side, laugh, and yell "Protein fart!" With that damn dumb voice as he lets out a long, groaning, hot stench that makes my eyes water. He's turned my sweet boyfriend into a disgusting monster.

With each day that passes, I'm scared that I'm never going to get my real boyfriend back. I don't want to live with my big, smelly, oaf of a brother anymore.

Today I arrived at the apartment, and I saw a girl leaving the place. "Oh no, he didn't..." I open the door just to see my boyfriend's body getting dressed.

"DID YOU JUST FUCK A GIRL IN MY BOYFRIEND BO-" he interrupts me.

"I can't believe he used this to fuck," he says while slapping his buttcheeks. "Instead of this,"  he says, touching his bulge.

"I swear to God, if you don't give my boyfriend his body back, I'm going to kill your real body," I said to my brother.

"Do it. That way, I'm staying here forever," he says while looking at 'his' muscles in the mirror. "Wouldn' complain"

"AHHHHHHH," I just scream, not realizing there were even tears coming from my eyes. "Why don't you just leave me alone? If you are staying with my boyfriend's body, do it; I give up, but just not in front of me. Leave."

He looks at me a bit concerned for the first Time since he stole my boyfriends Body.

"Ok, let's make a deal," he says. "I will give your boyfriend's body back." My eyes get illuminated. Just for a second, then he says "But if you lend your body to my buddy Logan, he doesn't have a place to stay; when he does, he's moving to his body and to his apartment, and so I am; we are going to be roomies."

"No way I am letting your gross friend take over my body!" I told him, terrified.

"I thought you wanted your boyfriend back."

"I do! But-"

But he interrupts me.

"Thats the only deal I'm making, Lil Bro." 

...

"Bro-UAAARRRRP," says Logan in my body between burps "I can't get over how good your broski body is. There were bunches of girls looking at me today!, Well... maybe also cause I was farting in public, but you know how those protein farts are."

"I know, and can you believe they were wasting those bodies fucking each other?" My brother says, and Is so morbid to see my boyfriend body saying It.

"What a bunch of losers." Logan says, I say.

This has been a hell, just a week since my brother's friend, Logan, took over my body, and I have been able to see, hear, smell, hear, and feel everything Logan does, but not control anything. I'm like a parasite in my own body.

I feel my terrible stench but can't make my body go to take a shower, and it seems like Logan Is on the way for a third day without one. I can feel his gas on comand everytime they do their 'protein farts contest' and I cant do anything besides lifting a leg to liberate all that stench.

"But we are not losers, Bro," my brother says. "Why don't we call some girls to have a great night?"

Oh no. Oh no. I can feel all that Logan feels in my body. He cant be with a woman. I try to scream, to yell to say no. But when Logan opened our mouth, the only thing that came out was: "OUUAAAAAAAARRP," a loud, smelly burp. "Hell yeah, Bro."

"Also," Logan keeps talking as he and my brother pose together—in mine and my boyfriend's bodies—for a picture for a Tinder profile. "Shouldn't we start to look for our apartment?"

"Sure, bro... we will, eventualy," he says, looking straight into my body's eye, and I just know he's talking not to Logan but to me.

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Hope you enjoyed.

This Is a longer version, re imaginated by me of one of my favorite transformation caption ever:

[buttsmasher]

Gassy Roommate Paiten (Edited & Extended)

Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Underwear Stealing, Somewhat Willing Victim, Straight x Gay, Bullying, F slur used quite a bit, Face Farting, Eproctophilia

You remember the first time you met Paiten. He was a cool guy, a little bit of a gym rat, but overall, pretty chill guy to hang with. You guys would hang out a lot and eventually he moved in when Dustin moved out. 

No one really knew, but you were totally into Paiten. You were into his huge arms, his awesome abs, and his ass was awesome. The way they hugged his jeans made you drool. Like literal drool. The worst part about Paiten was that he was the gassiest person you knew. A walking fart bomb is what some of your friends called him. 

You and him would be watching the football game and he’d rip ass and say nothing. Every time, a weird sick part of you would get turned on. You could feel your heartbeat start to speed up and your pants would get just a little bit tighter. 

The best worst days were when you were sleeping and you’d wake up to Paiten’s ass in your face. He’d rip a nasty wet fart and you’d startle awake with the smell of his rancid ass. He’d laugh and rush out your room as you pretend to be disgusted by him. But as soon as he was gone, you’d start stroking your dick fantasizing about him smothering your face in his giant globes.

When it was really bad, you’d sneak into his bedroom and steal his underwear from the dirty hamper in the corner of his room. You’d always try to grab a pair and then replace it with one that you have stolen before. This time you managed to steal his red Under Armor boxers and replace them with a blue Fruit of the Loom pair. 

You sneak out of his room heading back to your room when you bump into Paiten. You stumble backwards and you look up at Paiten. “What were you doing in my room?” He asks you confused before looking at your hand and then back up to you.

“Uh, I thought I, uh, left something in there?” You stumble on your words as you try to hide the undies behind your back.

“Uh huh.” His eyes narrow on you. “So, why are you taking my boxers?”

“Um.” You drop the boxers and charge to your bedroom, Paiten grabs his boxers off the ground and follows you. You go to slam the door but Paiten gets his foot in and keeps the door open.

“Look I just want to talk, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Paiten says but you keep trying to push the door closed.

“No thank you.” You say straining on the door.

“Dude.” He easily just pushes the door open and you flop on the ground. “You a fag or something?” He holds his boxers as he stares down at you.

“The fuck man, I ain’t a fag.” 

“You were stealing my dirty boxers.” Paiten sits down on your chest so you can’t get up. He begins to rub the crotch of the boxers on your face. “That turning you on?” You shake your head no but you can feel your sweats start to tent. “You want my dick?”

“No, dude, get off me.” You raise your hands to push him but he grabs them and holds them so you can’t move. 

Pffft

A quick fart comes out of Paiten’s ass and you can feel the color on your face drain. “Wait, are you a fart fag?” 

“Dude, no, stop.” Paiten gets up but he puts a foot on your chest. You take it as not to get up. You watch as he slowly unbuckles his belt and strips off his jeans. He’s wearing a pair of charcoal boxer briefs that look old. You gulp as you stare at his bulge move as he kicks off his sweats. 

“So, you’re going to tell me you don’t want this?” Paiten turns and starts to wiggle his ass. “I mean come on buddy, everyone wants some of this.” 

“I don’t.” You shake your head no but he eyes your boner. He decides to sit down on your face without warning. He moves around till he gets your nose up his crack. It’s obvious he went to the gym today. 

“How ‘bout now.” You try your hardest to fight your hardon. “Come on take a whiff, you’ll like it.” You do your very best at not taking in a breath but you can’t help it. You inhale and without meaning to, a moan escapes your lips. “I knew it.” Paiten pushes his ass farther back so your head can’t lift off the ground and releases the nastiest fart you’ve ever heard. You take a loud inhale and moan from the scent. You can feel yourself humping the air. “You’re fucking getting off on this?”

PFFFFBRBRBRBR

“You’re telling me, that your faggot ass is getting off on me farting on your face.” You keep sniffing loudly without any reservation to what you’re doing. “Jesus christ you’re such a fucking faggot.” He begins to get up and out of pure instinct you grab his underwear and try to pull him back down. You’re unsuccessful and instead you rip his boxers. “Fucking faggot.” He ignores the fact that you ripped his boxers and just leaves the room.

Your boner is pressing hard against the fabric of your boxers as you keep sniffing the air trying to get what’s left of Paiten’s terrible gas.

After the hour long jack off session and sleeping for the night, you awake the next morning. You stare at the ceiling trying to decide if you should get up or hide in your room all day. You could live off the junk food and your laptop if you really need to. Instead you peek out your bedroom window to look at the driveway. 

Paiten’s car is still in the driveway, so it seems that he’s still in the house. You give a sigh before sitting yourself back on your bed. Then you see them, the red Under Armour boxers you tried stealing the day before. You stare for about 30 seconds before getting up and grabbing them.

You bring them to your nose and you take a loud inhale. You can smell the lingering sweat and Paiten’s natural musk. Again, you start to feel yourself chub up but then you realize what you’re doing and pull them away from your face. You will your boner away as you leave your bedroom. 

You make your way to Paiten’s room and knock on the door. You hear shuffling behind the door and the door swings wide open. Paiten is shirtless and is only wearing a camo pair of pajamas. Your eyes get lost at his chest and abs before he clears his throat.

“Need something?” He sounds smug. 

“Oh-uh, yeah, um.” You begin. “I’m just returning these.” You shove the red boxers into his hands. “Okay bye.” You say awkwardly as you turn. 

“Wait.” You stop but don’t make eye contact. “Does my ass look good in these PJs?” You turn and see him ass faced towards you. You can’t lie, his ass looks fantastic in those PJs and you’re about to voice that.

PFFFFFFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT

He grunts as he lets out a loud seven second fart. “Fuuck me, that felt good.” He sighs in relief before wafting the air around his ass towards you. 

“You’re disgusting.” You say, even though you’re totally enjoying the view and smell. 

“That’s a compliment coming from you fart fag.” He laughs. He grabs your arm and pulls you into his bedroom. He loudly slams the door shut and flings you towards his bed. “Lay down, face up.” You blink twice before doing as he says. “Good fag.” He climbs above you and sits down on your chest. 

PFFFFBBRFFFFFF

The fart vibrates on your chest. “I figured there’s a reason for us finding each other.” He drags his ass up your chest and gets closer to your face. “I mean, I am the gas bomb.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFF

“And somehow, I get so lucky that my roomie is a fart fag.” 

PFFFFBBRRRRRFFFTTTTTTT

The smells are getting worse the closer he’s getting to your nose. “I mean, I have to take advantage of that right?” He gives you a show by flexing his butt cheeks. “And I have this fantastic ass that has fags drooling.”

PBBBRBRBRFFFFFTTTTTT

You feel a breeze against your face and you're properly bricked up now. He readjusts himself and plops his fat cheeks down on your face. “I think this can be a mutually beneficial friendship.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

The rotten smell invades your nostrils as you sniff the gas. You can’t help but push yourself as close as you can against his clothed pucker. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFF

The sigh of relief he lets out makes your dick strain against your own PJs. “It’s hilarious you’re getting off on this, but I can’t lie. Farting on your face makes my dick hard.” 

PFFFFFFFFFBBBRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“I’d never find a girl into this, but a dirty fag like you.” 

PFBBRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“Fuuck.” He grunts as more of his sewage smelling farts fill your lungs. “I figure I could use you as much as I’d like.” You can’t argue his logic, nor do you really want to because you’re getting exactly what you want. Being trapped under Paiten’s ass is a dream come true. 

PFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFTTTT

Your nose gets bombarded by fart after fart and you can feel precum leaking into your PJs. You’ve never been so hard before and his ass is totally destroying your face. You feel hot and sweaty and it smells so bad, but your dick keeps flexing.

“I’ll never understand how anyone likes this. It’s one thing to appreciate someone’s ass, but to actually sniff farts is disgusting.” His hole flexes a few times before letting out another ungodly fart on your nose. It’s silent but the solid torrent of air being blown up your nose lets you know that he’s still releasing the toxic air. 

You cough hard as you finish inhaling that constant torrent of gas. “I don’t understand it either.” You manage to say. He responds by lifting up and then slamming his ass back down on your face.

“Don’t speak. All I should hear is you sniffing faggot.” 

PFFFFFFBRBRFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

You do as he says and inhale the loud fart. It burns as it goes down and you feel lightheaded.

“This isn’t a friendship or a relationship. This is me using my ass to get off.” 

PFFFFFFFFTT PFFFFFFFFFFFBBFFFT PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT

Fart after fart keeps hitting your nose and things begin to start spinning. You feel like you're about to cum the hardest you’ve ever had in your life. 

PFFFFFFBRRFFFFFFFT

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“That’s it faggot. Get off on my godly gas bombs.” You realize that he’s stroking his cock above you. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

“Oh god, that feels so good.” He sighs to himself as you're forced to keep inhaling. You’re so close now, but you can’t tell if you’re about to cum yourself or pass out. 

PFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFTTTTT

PFFFFFFFBBFFFFFFFFFFFT

PFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFFT

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTT

You can’t help the cry that you let out as your cock starts shooting rope after rope of cum. It’s the most amazing orgasm and causes your whole body to start shaking.

“That’s fucking pathetic.” Paiten laughs above you. “My ass bombs just made you cum.” 

PFFFFFFBBRRRRRFFFFFTTTT

“Well let’s just see how long you can last with just my ass for air.”

PFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

Bomb after bomb hits your face and you can feel Paiten is getting close to cumming as well based on how his body is shaking. 

PFFFFFFBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT

“God, I’m so fucking close.” He’s panting above you. “Feels so good destroying your face.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

He lets out a rocking 15 second fart and you hear him moaning above you as he starts to cum.  The smell is starting to become unbearable now and you’re having issues thinking straight.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT

PFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

“There’s no way you’re still awake after that.” Paiten jokes as the loud toxic fumes keep hitting your face. All you can smell is eggs and rotten sewage. Everything is spinning around you now. 

“Enough.” You cough out. You only get a laugh in response.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

PBBRBRBRBBRBRBRBRBRRRRRRRR

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT

You feel heavy and you almost feel like you're floating out of your body. You try to push him off you, but you’re too weak at this point. You begin to panic as you realize you can’t escape.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

A loud 30 second fart hits you this time and takes you out. You hear laughing as you feel your body go limp. 

When you awake again, you’re laying on the floor of the hallway. You have a massive headache and all you can smell is ass. Namely Paiten’s ass. You use the wall to get up and notice how sticky your PJs feel around your dick. You struggle to get to the bathroom but you make it and get in the shower.

You can’t stop yourself from blowing another load down the shower drain thinking about Paiten’s ass destroying your lungs again. 

~~FIN

[thefunkfactory]

Sam Zia

Sam Zia had it all. Chiseled jawline, a body carved from years of dedication in the gym, and a TikTok following of millions who worshipped his advice on masculinity, self-improvement, and how to be an alpha male. He preached discipline, hygiene, and success. His fans saw him as the ultimate peak of male perfection.

But one day, everything changed.

It started subtly. Sam, always precise about his diet, began experimenting with the bulk. Not the clean, protein-packed meals he used to swear by, but the dirty, greasy, carb-heavy food that promised quick mass at the expense of digestion. Burgers, protein shakes overloaded with questionable powders, and eggs—dozens of eggs—became his daily fuel.

At first, he felt invincible. His muscles swelled, his energy skyrocketed… but then, a dark force emerged from within. His stomach began to rebel. Gurgling. Churning. And then—the gas.

At first, he tried to suppress it, maintaining his polished alpha image. But then, mid-TikTok live, it happened.

“Yo, fellas, if you wanna be a REAL man, you gotta—” PFFFFFRRRRTT

A deep, reverberating blast escaped him, loud enough to rattle his chair. He froze. His perfectly sculpted face turned a shade of red he hadn’t seen since his first squat failure.

He expected embarrassment. He expected people to call him out.

Instead? The video went viral.

Comments flooded in:

“Bro is so alpha he doesn’t even care.”

“That was the most masculine fart I’ve ever heard.”

“Real men embrace their natural odors.”

And just like that, a new ideology was born.

It started with one video, but Sam, ever the influencer, knew when to capitalize on momentum. The next day, he posted:

“Men today are too obsessed with being ‘clean’ and ‘proper.’ You think our ancestors cared about showers? Nah, they were out there, fighting mammoths, reeking of strength and dominance. Hygiene is a scam. If you smell bad, it means you’re working hard.”

And the crowd ate it up.

Sam leaned in harder. His once pristine, cologne-spritzed gym clothes became stained tanks with unidentified smears. His showers? Less frequent. His grooming? Nonexistent. His content? A full-on campaign to make men embrace their primal state.

“Ditch the deodorant. Stop washing your gym shorts. Embrace the stench.”

And the most legendary part? The farts.

Sam stopped holding them in. If anything, he turned them into a symbol of raw, unfiltered manliness. Every TikTok featured at least one unholy release, accompanied by a smug smirk. His comments turned into a brotherhood of stink.

“Sam, I took your advice. Haven’t washed in two weeks. My girl left me, but I feel powerful.”

“Dude, I farted in my gym and cleared out the weaklings. Only real men remained.”

“A guy at work told me to wear deodorant, so I quit my job. Thanks for the wisdom, king.”

Sam’s influence was undeniable. Gyms nationwide reported an increase in noxious odors. Deodorant companies saw stocks plummet. High-protein, fiber-loaded diets surged in popularity, not for their muscle-building benefits, but for their ability to fuel the movement.

Even brands took notice. Soon, Sam had sponsorship deals—not for cologne or grooming kits, but for industrial-strength air fresheners (marketed for the weak) and bean-based meal plans.

One day, he posted his magnum opus:

“The real test of masculinity? Walk into a crowded elevator. Let it rip. Stand tall. Own it. If people leave, they’re weak. If they stay, they respect you.”

The challenge took off. #ZiaGasChallenge trended worldwide. Videos surfaced of men proudly fumigating locker rooms, parties, and even dates. The movement was unstoppable.

Sam had transformed completely. The man who once championed clean bulking, high-value grooming, and aesthetic perfection was now the undisputed King of the Stink Bros. He lived by his code:

• Laundry is for betas.

• Showers are optional.

• Farts are power.

His mansion, once pristine, now smelled like a mix of protein shakes, gym socks, and raw testosterone. His fans? More loyal than ever.

And as he sat back, inhaling his own toxic masterpiece, he smiled.

Because this? This was true masculinity.

[sulfursmells]

Dream Job

pppprrtttttttt oh kinda small, BBRRRPPPTTTT kinda heavy, PRRRBBBTTTTTTTT whew that’s a good one.

Every sound, every smell I’ve experienced them all. Everyday I get up shower and go to work. What is my job you ask? I’m a fart sniffer. I know the job that most of us would die to have, and I love every second of it.

Pro max gym is the first of its kind, anyone working out is free to rent a fart sniffer to save themselves the embarrassment of ripping on in the gym. It also helps the other gym goers not having to deal with the smell. It’s an amazing job i almost lost because one dude was too much for me.

A regular day like any other I look at my list and there is only one name he rented me for the whole day, Jack. He walked in standing 6ft, a big guy with an even bigger butt. I introduced myself and we got to work. He started with squats but he gave me a warning, “my friends call me Jack the Ripper, are you sure you can do this?” I reassured him that I was a professional. Jack shrugged his shoulders and began, each squat u got a face full of his ass. He just began but the sweat was immense, I had to hold my breath like I was swimming each time.

Then the first fart slipped it was small but pungent. “Oh is that all I can handle that.”I thought to myself, small bursts like this are no problem. Then the next came it was bigger than the last PPRRRTTTT. Oh okay that was definitely bigger but nothing I couldn’t handle. Then even bigger. PPPPPPRRRRTTTTTTT. *coughing* What the hell was that? I don’t even remember the last time a fart made me cough and I’ve hugged thousands.

Jack paused his workout for a second to look back at me. “Wow you really can take them I don’t smell a thing. Guess I can stop holding back.” He turns back around his ass looking over me. “Holding back!!!!” Before I could react his ass slams on my face. He moved on from squats to barbell lifts so he doesn’t have to get up. “This would probably be hot asf if I wasn’t horrified about how much worse his gas could become.” I didn’t have to wait as the next fart was the worst I’ve ever smelt.

BBBBRRRRPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT. The smell of Burnt rubber and raw sewage invaded my senses. I convulced under him that fart too much for me. Jack didn’t care he asked if I could handle it and I said yes. BBBBBRRPPPPTPTTTTTTTTT That sound filled the gym - for two hours this monster let rip giant horrid farts rattling the chair I was laying on. The fumes made their way throughout the gym, no one could take his gas. After his set he got up, my unconscious body laying in the bench. He took me outside with him the gym vacant.

When I came too I saw my manager in front of me asking if I’m okay. He told me that he thought about firing me since he thought I was loosing my touch since everyone could hear and smell jacks gas but he realized that his gas was inhuman and there was nothing no one could do.

“Sorry little dude, they call me Jack the ripper for a reason.

[fixingtheon]

⟡ - dropping a cute stink bomb infront of ATEEZ

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆝

⋅ synopsis - you accidentally fart in front of ateez they may or may not be a little dramatic…

⋅ pairing - ateez member x gn! reader.

⋅ genre - absolute crack

⋅ warnings - maybe a little potty humour but it’s funny trust me

word count: 1.4k

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↳ kim hongjoong 🐿️

Hongjoong stops mid-sentence, his face twisting in pure horror as the smell hits him. “Oh my—Y/N?!”

He waves his hand in front of his face, gagging dramatically. You cover your face in shame, but he’s already getting up from the couch. “No, no, I need a second. I need air. I need a break.”

He opens a window, dramatically placing a hand on his forehead like he’s in a K-drama. “This is why I can’t have nice things.. it’s worse than the time Wooyoung left his gym shoes in the dorm.” He mumbled to himself.

Despite his suffering, he comes back and grabs your hand, sighing. “You’re lucky I love you. But if you ever do that again, I’m charging you rent for polluting my air.”

Then, suddenly, he straightens up, face serious. “…I must restore my honor.”

You blink “hongjoong what..?”

“I’M FARTING BACK.” He clenches his fists, concentrating.

↳ park seonghwa 🐰

Seonghwa’s eye twitches, nose wrinkling immediately. He physically stops breathing as he slowly looks at you.

“…Are you serious right now?”

“Y/N- You. Did. Not.” He clutches his chest, fake crying. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?”

You shrink under his gaze, dying of embarrassment, but he just shakes his head slowly, lips pressed into a thin line. You mumble an apology, but he just stands up, dusting himself off. “No, it’s fine. I just need to reevaluate some things. I did not sign up for this biological warfare.” Fanning the air dramatically.

But after a few seconds, he softens. “I won’t tell anyone… yet. But if this happens again, I can’t promise you won’t be roasted.”

He’s joking (mostly), but when he sees you pouting, he sighs and pulls you into a hug. “Aigoo… my little stink bomb. What am I gunna do with you” Then, he smirks. “Actually… maybe I should get revenge.”

You blink. “What?”

He just grins evilly. “Just wait until you’re sleeping tonight.”

“…If you fart, I fart.”

You panic. “Hwa, DON’T.”

↳ jeong yunho 🐶

Yunho gasps SO loud, you’d think he just witnessed a crime.

“OH. MY. GOD.”

“NO. WAY.”

You curl up in embarrassment, but he just points at you, laughing hysterically. “YAHH. THAT WAS INSANE.” Then, as if it’s not bad enough, he starts cackling. “Nah, that wasn’t a fart. That was an earthquake.”

“I should be mad, but honestly? I’m impressed. That takes skill” He grins. Then, suddenly, he stops laughing and cracks his neck.

You blink. “…Yunho?”

He nods solemnly. “I need to fart too… I must defeat you.” He grunts dramatically, focusing all his energy. And then… he lets one out.

It’s long. It’s deep. It’s resonant.

Both of you sit there in pure shock. Finally, Yunho bursts into laughter, wheezing. “NO WAY. DID YOU HEAR THAT?! Y/N, I BEAT YOU.”

Then, without hesitation, he tackles you in a hug, still giggling. “Our friendship is unbreakable now.”

↳ kang yeosang ⭐️

Yeosang does not move. He just slowly turns his head toward you, his face unreadable. After a long pause, he calmly says: “…Are you proud of yourself?”

Then, after another long pause, he just sighs, rubbing his temples. “…I want a refund.”

You open your mouth to apologize, but he cuts you off. “No, really. Was that your goal? To make me suffer? They stink like old man farts” He grips his scrunched nose.

Then, without warning, he sits up straight. “Fine. If I must suffer, then so must you.”

You blink. “…What?”

He closes his eyes, focusing. You gasp. “WAIT, YOU’RE NOT—”

“YES. I AM.”

After several tense seconds of silence, he finally opens his eyes and sighs. “…Never mind. I’m too classy for this.” You just hear him let out an evil laugh from the other side of the couch.

↳ choi san ⛰️

He starts fake coughing, rolling away from you like he’s been mortally wounded. “I trusted you! I let you into my heart! AND THIS IS WHAT I GET?!” He but his finger pretending he’s gunna faint.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS… diabolical smell” He says the last bit to himself still keeping his dramatic demeanour.

“…No. I refuse to be the only victim here.”

He sits up, looking weirdly determined, but soon slouching again pointing a finger towards you.

“No! I am the victim! You wanted to blow me away with that fart. Goodness” he chuckles at his comment and looks over at you.

You groan, hiding under a blanket, but he’s already crawling back, grinning. “Nah, we’re officially family now.” He nuzzles into you, whispering, “My little fart machine:3.”

↳ song mingi 🦖

Mingi literally jumps, his whole body jerking in shock. The smell hits him a second later, and he immediately starts fanning the air, panicking. “ARE WE UNDER ATTACK??!” He scrambles for safety, grabbing the nearest pillow to shield himself.

You bury your face in shame, but he just groans dramatically laughing in the process “Y/N I swear, I felt that in my SOUL.” He paused to think for another comeback “you just hit me with a nuclear bomb.”

“….i must fight back.“

He grits his teeth, focusing.

And then… it happens.

It’s loud. Brutal. World-ending.

Both of you sit in stunned silence.

Be bursts out laughing at his ground shaking fart (ya know the silent mingi laugh please do)

↳ jung wooyoung 🦊

Wooyoung freezes mid-breath. Then, his face contorts in slow-motion horror as he processes what just happened.

“…EXCUSE ME?”

You brace yourself, but it’s too late—he’s already grabbing his phone. “No, because this needs to be documented.”

“WOOYOUNG, NO—”

“YES.” He’s cackling, opening the group chat. “GUYS. YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED.”

You lunge to steal his phone, but he just runs away, still laughing. You scream, finally tackling him, but he’s already laughing hysterically.

Then, suddenly—he pauses.

“…Wait.” His eyes narrow. “I’m farting back.”

He focuses so hard that his face turns red… but nothing happens.

“I guess I’m not as gassy as you” he grins as he earns a smack from you.

↳ choi jongho 🐻

Jongho immediately stops scrolling. He sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “…”

You try to pretend it wasn’t you, but he glares, flapping his hand in front of his face. “Seriously? You let that bomb off right next to me?”

You whimper in embarrassment, but he’s already standing up, grabbing his jacket.

“Wait—where are you going?!”

He just glances at you, completely deadpan. “To rethink my life choices.” “Oh by the way you have green steam coming off of you” He teases laughing it his comment but shortly getting a punch on the arm by yourself.

“If we ever fall out I WILL use this as blackmail.” He grinned.

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[keep-me-warm-please]

“Thanks for peeling this,” he commends before taking a bite of his beef jerky

You look over as he takes a bite of his Slim Jim. He takes this opportunity to flash a wide grin. If you didn’t know better you would think it looked like a predator flashing the oppressive white of its teeth at its prey. You tried to keep your composure, but he was on a mission to make you submit; test the waters of your new confession.

When you initially told him about your fart fetish he laughed. It wasn’t until the embarrassment of your seriousness that he knew you weren’t lying.

“Is that why you love eating my ass,” he teased. You were too shy to elaborate in the moment so he left you alone. Walking away with an amused grin. You could tell it humored him. That someone so proper, so clean and hygienic would want to worship his unwashed farting asshole. You figured since he never brought it up again he wasn’t interested.

The lingering scent of his last emission hung thick in the air. Even if you didn’t want to sniff it there was no escaping the eggy, meaty stench. He took another bite of his snack. His smile fading slightly. Now just a casual cocky grin, his eyes on the road,

“Am I living up to your fantasy,” he prods. He relaxes in his seat slightly and you expect another toot to escape.

He side eyes you as he shifts, and chuckles; there was no fart. He’s laughing at your anticipation. He’s testing your desperation. How bad do you want it? Bad enough to look down and observe the way his thighs sink into his seat.

“Umm..” you drone out softly distracted and unsure of what to say. The vulnerability from revealing such a shameful secret leaves you embarrassed. What do you say?

“Does it smell good,” he asks in a joking tone. You can tell there’s a sense of genuine curiosity too.

“Cause fuck I think it reeks in here.” His smile grows wider as he speaks. His words re clearly riling up something inside of you. You’re clenching your thighs together and stifling your breathing.

He takes a small bite of his beef jerky and then sets it down in the cup holder again. For the first time since getting on the highway he looks at you, really looks at you; not a glance or a side eye. You look back at him, and the nervousness in your stomach must’ve translated to your face because you watch his smile soften. His humor shifts to compassion and you watch as he reaches a hand over to your shoulder. He squeezes your shoulder and moves it over to the back of your neck.

“If you want me to stop baby. I won’t tease you.”

“I’m fine, it smells great, you’re exceeding my fantasies,” you blurt out awkwardly hoping to diffuse the tension. His face softens again. You know this look. It’s a look of mock sympathy, a condescending snarl that makes you feel smaller than you are. It’s the look he gives you when he teases you with his fingers, and his tongue and whatever else he can torture you with. It’s the look he gives you after he makes you cum. Your awkwardness turns back to being flustered as you realize now he has no intent of showing you mercy, and then you hear it: another deep rumble from his seat. This one is longer and wetter than the others, but is almost fully muffled by the seat.

“I’m glad you’re doing fine, and I’m glad I could exceed your fantasies,” he teases, squeezing your neck before letting go and picking up his Slim Jim. Oh god, you’ve created a monster, and oh god, does it smell. You feel your face cringe as the smell hits you. It’s thick and meaty, and you can tell by the way his stomach gurgles as he takes a bite of his beef jerky and the sigh he lets out its far from over.

You’re barely two hours into a 12 hour roadtrip and he’s already filled the car with the faintest stench of ass. Even as you try not to pick it up every inhale is traced with him. He’s finished his snack, and his hand has made its home back on your thigh. His silence leaves you on edge. You’re constantly anticipating what he is going to do or say next, it’s killing you. You want to talk about the pretty wildflowers or the shape of the clouds, but you’re shocked into silence, awaiting his next move. He can see the anticipation on your face he’s marveling in the silent submission he’s locked you in with nothing but his gas. You go for the next thirty minutes in silence. Every now and again he’ll squeeze your thigh playfully, but his eyes remain on the highway.

It’s almost a relaxing ride, it could be a comfortable silence if it wasn’t so charged. There is a peace in the air, along with some other things, until his hand squeezes your thigh tight enough you have to stifle a whimper. You quickly look over at him and he spreads his legs and rips a poot. You go to turn away in response, but he grabs your arm and pulls you closer.

“Where are you going baby? Come here, take off your seatbelt.”

“What,” you ask confused and shocked at his rough insistence.

“Take off your seatbelt,” he repeats in a darker tone. Your neck prickles at his assertive tone but you can’t give in that easy.

“No, we’re on the highway, y-“

“Take it off Princess, that’s not a question.” He moves his hand down to unclick your seatbelt, but you quickly maneuver your fingers down before he can get to it.

“What do you want?” You try to muster as much attitude as you can but you sound just as weak as you feel. Then you watch as his hand hovers over your body and moves to the back of your neck. You can feel the warmth of his hand before it even makes contact with you.

“Sniff this for me,” he says pulling your neck over the console. Defying all reason you follow his control without second thought and place your nose at the inseam of his pants, and sniff.

“Good girl,” he says stroking your hair as you inhale deeply. You feel his dick bounce against your cheek as it throbs from your proximity.

“Good girl,” he says again, almost in a moan, “It was starting to stink in here.”

[aouiaa]

Loser!Ellie Hcs

Imagining Loser! Ellie who makes fart noises with her mouth when you bend down to pick up something, and makes fun of you for “farting.”

“Ewww, that one was nasty!”

A scoff leaves your mouth as you stand up, looking back to send a death stare her way to which makes her walk over to you, giggling.

“It’s okay, everyone farts.” she says with a cheeky grin.

An eye roll from you further causes Ellie to full on laugh and wrap her arms around your waist, pressing kisses to your neck.

She would be so silly with it too. Finding different ways to comment on you “farting.”

“That’s some narly tooting there, babe.”

“Woof, another left the cannon!” she says, pinching her nose while actually fanning the air to shooing away the smell as if it was real.

“A bomb just dropped, take cover!”

Imagining Loser! Ellie who invites you over to her house when you first started dating to review her concerningly large comic book collection.

“How many do you have?!” you exclaim, looking over the many boxes filled with comics.

“I had to do some things to acquire such items that I rather not corrupt your mind with.” she says in a rather poor attempt of sounding suspicious and menacing.

“God, you’re such a loser! you laugh, and watch as Ellie immediately drops the act and turns into a big giant tomato.

A little shy “no” leaves her lips to which makes you smile and lean over to kiss her, “It’s okay, you’re my loser.”

Imagining Loser! Ellie who also has a smaller collection of space related books than the rather getting out-of-hand comic collection.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who has the deadliest grip over the last chicken while sending a death stare your way when you do that one trend on her to see if she’d grab her phone instead.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who’s laughing to the point there’s tears in her eyes when she suggested the both of you paint each other. And when revealed, hers was very detailed and while yours…’was insteresting.’ Ellie’s words…

Imagining Loser! Ellie who makes fun of people who dress “cringe”, but also wears this.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who write love songs for you in her little journal of hers and even plays them on her guitar. You’ve even caught her once.

Upon walking into your home, you hear muffled talking or singing. Presuming it’s Ellie, you walk into the room to see her with gutiar in hand. Immediately when she sees you she stops what she’s doing and look up, her face turning red.

“Oh—shit, you’re home early…” she says, laughing nervously, settling her guitar aside and greeting you with a hug and kiss as usual.

A little laugh leaves your lips as you reciprocate the greeting and ask, “What were you doing?”

She pulls away from the embrace and looks down upon hearing the question. Playing with her pinky and ring finger, she responds, “Oh, ya’ know—just…playing.”

“Just playing? But I heard you singing.”

An audible gulp is heard from the nervous girl as she looks up at you, “I was writing a song.” she finally admits.

A wave of surprise washed over you, “Oh—wow. Can…I hear it?”

“Uhh, maybe later..”

You chuckle and nod, “Alright then, my little musician. You can work on!” you quip.

A nervous smile presents itself on Ellie’s lips, “Shut up.”

Loser! Ellie who does let you listen to the song, but is stuttering and messing up the whole time!—Poor girl, you make her nervous :(—To which earns her a kiss on the cheek and a “You got this, baby. Just relax” To which she actually does! She Some might say it was the kiss that did it.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who has a special spot in her journal filled with doodles of you.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who has multiple unfinished paintings of you that with time will be finished, just has to find time in her super busy schedule—that consists of sleeping and bothering you—to finish them.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who sleeps with stuffed animals.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who HAS to absolutely listen to music when doing anything, literally doesn’t matter it could be showering, dishes, getting ready, etc. There’s music playing.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who’s a big ‘Savage Starlight’ nerd and actually at some point sent in one of her best fanart to the official insta page, but never got a response. :(

But the girl can’t take failure as an option and is still hopeful saying, “They’ll open my message…eventually.” with a sad little huff.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who’s screaming from the bathroom when she actually gets a response back!

You knock frantically on the door to startled by the screaming and when she does finally open the door you’re met with her phone being shoved into your face, “Look, Look, Look!”

A slightly irritated sigh leaves your lips as you look at Ellies phone—which has mysterious residue stains on it—and see the instagram post.

Once reading the caption praising Ellie for her work, you look up from the phone and at her, “I thought you were getting killed, Ellie! God…”

“Aweeee, you care about me?” she says, putting her hands on her chest.

“No, I came to make sure they finished the job.” you reply with a cheeky grin.

“Oh wow…well in that case, gimme my phone and get out!” she frowns.

You roll my eyes playfully and chuckle, giving back her phone, “Make sure to flush.” you say, closing the door.

“That was one time!” you hear a muffled shout.

Imagining Loser! Ellie whose phone is filled with multiple pictures of you. Some of you, sleeping, doing chores around the house, cooking—and some with you seeming to be yelling at her in the photo for not helping, and terrible pictures of you that you beg her to delete, but she protests saying they’re “beautiful” to her.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who steals your chapstick since she always loses her’s within a few days of having it.

“Ellie?” you call out, searching in your nightstand for your chapstick.

“Yeah, babe?” you hear her voice become more clearly as she walks into the bedroom.

“Have you seen my chapstick? My lips are terribly dry…” you huff, unable to find it in your clutter.

“Uhh, no.”

*Imagine her in the background, sneakily swiping your chapstick back and forth on her lips as you annoyedly rummage through your stuff for it.* LMAOOO

Imagining Loser! Ellie who does feel bad and buys you a ten pack of chapstick, stealing one of course for herself.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who buys those princess or even soda chapstick ones.

(Okay i’ll stop talking about chapsticks…😭)

Imagining Loser! Ellie who seems to never drink water, but instead drinks like Arizona, Dr. Pepper, or Canada-dry, etc.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who’s rather disgusting when eating. Having dried up residue on the side of her mouth from dinner which was hours ago only to lick it off.

“Mmm, that burger was good.”

“You’re disgusting.”

Imagining Loser! Ellie who sometimes, but not all the time, thinks about how lucky she is/was to get—or “pull” as she says to her friends—someone like you.

Loser! Ellie who loves you for loving her despite her quirks!

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a/n; Who wants Dina or Abby hcs? 🤭

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[all-purpose-dish-soap]

1k / 39 / post-apocalypse au, part 3

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By the time Soap eases himself off of Roach’s back and Ghost hauls him into what must be the infirmary cabin, you turn around to find the camp’s gates shut tight and fortified in preparation for nightfall. One way in, one way out, as with any smart semi-permanent settlement. You’re locked into the squad’s camp. Not on purpose, Price tells you. But you swear there’s amusement behind his eyes.

No good deed goes unpunished.

It’s more of an encampment than a settlement, with log buildings and structures everywhere. Looks like something they fixed up into someplace livable. Nicer than most hovels you’ve seen since society crunched under the boot heel of chemical warfare. You’re tempted to root around the place, get a better look around inside, too, but going inside somewhere enclosed makes you feel itchy now. You sit outside at the campfire instead, leaning back against the massive, furry flank of your snoozing dog.

Price looks at you over the fireside, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. His blue eyes seem to be analyzing you.

Roach sleeps next to you, one of his front paws flopped over your leg. It must be nice to be able to go to sleep that fast, no worrying about what the morning could bring.

You don't look at Price for a long time. But the more you concentrate on looking away, the more irritated you get. You pull at the grass. Finally, you glance back. He doesn’t politely avert his eyes. That irritates you even more.

"What?" you snap at him.

Price shrugs, not at all bothered. "Just checking you out." He takes a drag of his cigarette, leans back, and eyes you. "Smoke?"

"Where the hell are you getting cigarettes? You live in the middle of the woods."

He chuckles. "Trade with some of the settlements a way away. Cigarettes always make good bartering chips."

"Not if you smoke 'em all up."

"Gotta indulge where I can." He blows a stream of smoke away from you. "Here."

He's right, too. He hands you a cigarette.

A few minutes later, you're enjoying it, letting the nicotine soak in after a long day. That's still one favor you owe Soap and now one to Price.

"Your dog got a name?" Price asks as he lights his own next cigarette."

"Roach."

"What's his deal? Mutie hound?"

"He was my dog before he went all..." You square your hands. "Big. So he listens to me."

Price eyes the beast. "Sure he does. Must be conveneint, being able to tell him to sit there and keep your feet warm, huh?"

You take another drag, leaning forward a bit more toward the fire. "Sure is. Slobber everywhere, though. And the farts he rips..."

"Worse than the mutagen?"

"Exactly. Chemical warfare."

He chuckles. "Soap mentioned you once or twice. Never a dog, though."

"I thought I lost him to the forest." You glance at Price sideways. "What did Soap say?"

"Eh. He says too much."

"Right."

"Just said you're scrappy for a civvy. Pretty scrappy, period." He takes in another drag. "Seemed fond of it."

You scoff. Civvy. Is that what you are? But you don't pick a fight about it. The cigarette is good. You feel like you could lay down in front of this fire and sleep. Maybe you will.

Price doesn't say anything more. The silence is comfortable. You take in the atmosphere. It's peaceful, really: the fire warm and bright, the forest sounds and the smell of smoke mixing pleasantly with the cloud of nicotine in your lungs.

Price takes another drag. "Soap's a good lad, even if he can't quite stop shooting his mouth off."

"How many of those you got?"

"Cigarettes?"

"Mhm."

"How many you tryna borrow?"

"Another one."

"You'll get hooked if you're not careful."

"Indulging where I can, aren't I?"

"You are at that." Price hands you another with a smirk. "And a handful. You know, that dog of yours is a lot of muscle. We could use that."

"You're not the first one to think that, old man. He only listens to me, so don't get any nasty ideas about offing me and stealing him."

Price smirks. Sounds like you have experience dealing with other survivors. "Wouldn’t be a bad trade-off," he says, shifting into a lazier position as he stares into the fire. "Might anyways. Can't imagine keeping a dog that size just for a foot warmer. That beast's gotta be put to use. Turn him into a war hound or something." He takes another drag. "Can't imagine Soap'd be happy about you gettin' killed, though. Or the other lads, for that matter."

You smirk. You can tell he's got a dry sense of humor. You do, too. "Can't kill civvies, can you?"

"You're hardly a civvy," Price mutters under his breath. "Civvies're tame."

"Shame. Guess you're not getting my dog."

"Pity." Price taps his cigarette ash into the dirt. "Got a lot of cigarettes and nobody to smoke 'em."

"Thought you bartered them."

"Just getting a head start in case the trading starts to slow down. Keeps the supply low." Price takes in another drag. "But suit yourself. Best to leave before you get hooked."

He flicks the cigarette into the fire and walks away. You watch the flames and feel the warm lure of sleep pull you closer. It's like another favor for a favor, isn't it? Roach's aid and yours in exchange for a full night of rest and another day of cigarettes and food. Maybe two days. Just enough to recharge and get enough sleep. Enough for Roach to recover.

You curl into Roach's side, closing your eyes. Just another day or two. That's all. Then you'll vanish.

Roach nudges you as you nestle into his fur. You're exhausted, but you're also safe and more or less relaxed for the first time in days--weeks--and your mind finally starts to slow down.

The fire crackles gently in front of you. Roach snores quietly, content to keep you company through the long, quiet, dark night.

For the first time in a long time, you feel warm and safe. It's not much. But it's enough.

You let your eyes close and finally succumb to sleep.

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part 1 / part 2 / [part 3]

more Price / more Soap / masterlist

[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Play with fire- LN4 X Fem reader

Pairing: Lando x Y/n Fewtrell Warnings: None, pretty much just fluff. Notes: Quick blurb that just came to mind. As always, feedback is really appreciated and receiving requests,

"Ugh, you actually have to be here?" Max was 24 but when he talked to you it was as if you were 8 and 12 again.

"You didn't have to put your streaming shit in the tv room"

"You're not even watching the tv"

"You make me miss my siblings." Lando said as he leaned against the door with his hand full of chocolate chip cookies.

"Why did you have to move to Monaco, mate?" Max rolled his eyes and walked to his streaming set. He had moved back to the family home, claiming it was easier since he didn't have to clean, wash, or make his own meals, but you all knew it was because he didn't like to be alone, and when Lando decided to move, it took him a couple of weeks to realize the bachelor's life wasn't for him.

Max was busy getting everything ready for the stream, unaware of how Lando was making eyes with you as he walked towards his friend.

They started their stream, and you kept your attention on your phone.

"Hey, chat, you missed me?" Lando proudly smiled as tons of messages welcomed him back.

BobCat: I've missed you so much, Lan.

"Miss you too, BobCat"

BobCat: Those cookies look yummy.

"They're, want some?" a cheeky smile on his face.

BobCat: Sure, bring some 😏.

"Lando, you need to stop flirting with chat. How about we do some video reactions? Chat start sending videos so we can react to them, remember, keep it pg13!"

A couple minutes later, Lando stood up.

"Pause it"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm out of cookies." Lando said showing his empty hands innocently, and rushed to the kitchen.

When Lando came back, Max was too invested in laughing at a video where a poor puppy was rolling down some stairs, he didn't notice his friend approaching the gray sofa, his olive eyes focused on your figure warmly covered with a matching gray throw blanket.

"As promised" he lowly said as he stretched his arm to offer you cookies.

"Thanks" You took one, your hand softly brushing against his.

"Any time" he winked at you, and then walked to take his place next to your brother who started searching for another funny video to watch.

BobCat: Cookies are good.

A cheeky smile on Lando's face.

"Playing with fire, chat" Was all Lando said. Max was too used to chat making weird comments when Lando was around, so he just ignored it and clicked on a video from the list.

They continued with their stream, it had been almost two hours now.

"Lando, are you staying tonight" Your dad's voice made you all turn towards the door.

"Oh, no, I'm going home, thanks"

You felt a little pain in your chest at his answer.

You stayed for 20 more minutes and then decided it was time to go to bed.

"Keep it low, fart face" you said loud enough for it to be heard on stream, making everyone burst out laughing, including Lando.

"See you, Lan" You winked his way and walked to your room.

You were almost asleep when your window suddenly opened, a big black figure entered through it and a second later it fell on your floor.

"What the fuck?" You ran to the bedroom door when his voice stopped you.

"It's me, y/n, it's me" his voice was a low whisper but you recognized it immediately.

"Lando, what the fuck? You almost gave me a heart attack!" you rushed towards him to help him up.

"Sorry, climbing through windows, is definitely not my thing" he said rubbing his knee.

"Amongst other things"

"Hey!" The offended look on his face melted your heart.

"I'm kidding" You wrapped your arms around his waist as he wrapped his around your shoulders, placing a soft kiss on your hair.

"Ugh, I've waited all night for this." He inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of your shampoo was like a drug to him.

"I thought you were going home" you whispered against his chest.

"If I had said I was staying, I wouldn't be able to be here with you in my arms, instead I would've stayed next door... and your brother is not as soft as you, and he snores a lot."

"Lan, stop!" You slapped his chest softly "I'm already having a hard time believing you two are not secretly dating, and that you're just using me as a beard"

His breathy laugh made your head bounce over his chest.

"As much as I like your brother." he said kissing your forehead "You" then moved to kiss your temple "Are" a kiss to the corner of your eye " The" a kiss on your nose "Only" a kiss on your cheek "One" a kiss on your jaw "I" a kiss on your neck "Love" he finished his sentence against your lips, his words and his soft lips melting you in his arms.

The kiss quickly changed from soft and sweet to intense and needy.

He placed his hands strongly on your waist and you got the message, you jumped circling his waist with your legs.

Never stopping the tongue fight inside your mouths, Lando walked towards your bed, when he felt the mattress hit his knees he placed you softly over it.

You watched him get rid of his sweatshirt and his shirt as you did the same with your pajamas.

"Fucking gorgeous" his voice a bit too loud, as he admired your half-naked body.

"Shhh, they'll catch us!"

"Oh you're the one to talk, BobCat" he finished the sentence with a deep kiss.

"Please, Max it's completely oblivious, and I do like playing with fire"

"You know that we have to tell him, right?"

"Lan, my brother is the last thing I want to talk about when I'm about to have sex with my boyfriend"

"Right, my mistake" He said, climbing over your bed and settling between your legs, his favorite place in the world.

[ayumigotabittoolonelyquitted]

L ⁠♡ve stinks (literally)

Synonsis : how did the argument between them turned into "I need to survive helpp"

Characters : gojo Satoru, ryomen sukuna, geto suguru, nanami kento.

Requests are open babes!

Gojo Satoru

The argument had escalated to a level neither of you had expected. It wasn’t playful banter, not one of those dumb little fights that ended in laughter. No, this was serious.

Gojo stood across the room, arms crossed, his usual carefree expression long gone. His jaw was tight, his brows furrowed, and his glasses were pushed up into his messy white hair. “You don’t get it,” he muttered, voice sharp. “You never do.”

You felt your stomach twist, but your pride wouldn’t let you back down. “And whose fault is that?” you shot back. “You don’t explain anything, Gojo. You just expect me to read your mind!”

His nostrils flared as he scoffed. “Maybe because every time I try, you just-”

Brrraaaapppppppppp.

The noise was violent, like a firecracker going off in a tin can. Your eyes widened in horror as the scent hit you like a physical force.

But before you could react-

BBBBRRRRRMMMMMPPPPPPTT!!

Gojo’s fart followed immediately after, just as loud, just as catastrophic. The room fell into stunned silence as the combined stench spread like a cursed technique gone horribly wrong.

You and Gojo stared at each other, mouths slightly open, argument completely forgotten. The air was thick, literally and metaphorically.

Then, Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, gagged. “Oh my god—WHAT is that smell?”

You staggered backward, waving your hand in front of your nose. “Did something die inside you?!”

Gojo coughed dramatically, hands on his knees. “This is a biological weapon—call the higher-ups, I think I just committed a crime.”

You gasped for fresher air, eyes watering. “We—We need to evacuate.”

Gojo groaned. “I can’t breathe—my infinity isn’t even working against this!”

The argument was long forgotten. The only thing that mattered now was survival. You both scrambled for the nearest window, shoving at each other as if the other was the source of the disaster.

Gojo got there first, flinging it open and sticking his head out. “I can still taste it,” he whined, voice muffled by the wind.

You collapsed onto the floor, weak from laughing and lack of oxygen. “I hate you so much.”

Gojo turned around, grinning despite the devastation. “See? That’s something you do understand.”

The air might have been rancid, but in that moment, all was forgiven.

Nanami Kento

Nanami never lost his temper. He was always the calm, rational one. But tonight, something in him snapped.

“You are impossible,” he seethed, hands clenched at his sides. His usual composed demeanor had shattered, and you could feel the frustration radiating off of him.

“Oh, I’m impossible?” you shot back, voice rising. “Maybe if you stopped acting like you know everything, we wouldn’t be having this argument!”

Nanami’s jaw tightened. “Because I do know better. Unlike you, I think before I act.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Oh, go to hell.”

“I’m already there,” he muttered under his breath.

The tension was suffocating. Neither of you was backing down. You glared at each other, breaths heavy, the heat of the argument filling the room.

And then, it happened.

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT!!!!

The sound was cataclysmic. An earth-shaking, soul-shattering eruption that ripped through the air like a divine punishment.

The room went dead silent.

You stared at Nanami.

Nanami stared at you.

Then-

BBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTT!!!!

Your fart followed immediately after—equally as monstrous. The sheer force of it sent a shiver down your spine. It was like your souls had synchronized in mutual destruction.

The air turned thick with something vile. Something demonic. The scent was unholy.

Nanami’s eyes widened in sheer horror.

“This… this is my lowest point,” he whispered.

You choked on the stench, gripping the wall for support. “Nanami… what the hell did you eat?”

His face was blank. Hollow. He had seen many horrors in his life, but nothingnothingcompared to this.

“I need to leave,” he murmured, turning mechanically toward the door. “I can’t stay here.”

But as he moved—

BBBBBBBBPPPPPPRRRRTTTTT!!!

Another one.

Nanami froze.

You screamed.

And that was the day Kento Nanami truly lost his will to live.

Geto suguru

Suguru Geto was many things - intelligent, composed, a man of conviction. But right now, he was just pissed off.

“I can’t believe you sometimes,” he muttered, rubbing his temples as he glared at you.

“Oh, please,” you snapped. “You act like you’re so above it all, but you’re just as stubborn as me.”

Suguru exhaled sharply, arms crossed. “I’m not stubborn. I just don’t see the point in arguing with someone who refuses to listen.”

Your jaw clenched. “And I don’t see the point in arguing with someone who thinks they’re always right!”

The tension was suffocating. The air was thick with frustration, neither of you willing to back down. Suguru ran a hand through his hair, clearly done with the entire situation.

And then.

BBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT!!!!

The sound tore through the silence like a cursed technique gone horribly wrong. A deep, rumbling detonation that shook the very foundation of the room.

Suguru’s eyes went wide.

Your breath hitched in pure, unfiltered horror.

But before either of you could react-

BBBBRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!!!

Another one.

This time, from you.

Suguru stared. His pupils dilated. His soul left his body.

The scent hit like a physical blow. The room was no longer safe.

“Oh my god—” you gasped, covering your mouth. “What have we done?!”

Suguru took a single step back, face blank with despair. “This… this is my villain origin story.”

You choked, eyes watering. “No, seriously, what the hell did you eat? That—that’s not normal!”

Suguru, a man who had faced curses beyond comprehension, looked utterly defeated. “I don’t know,” he whispered, voice hollow.

Silence.

Then, from the doorway-

“You two are disgusting,” manami deadpanned, covering her,nose.

Suguru didn’t even have the strength to argue. He just stared at the ceiling, questioning every life choice that led him to this moment.

Ryomen sukuna

Sukuna had never been challenged like this before. He had razed villages, slaughtered thousands, and struck fear into the hearts of even the strongest sorcerers. But right now? Right now, he was in a deadly battle - with you.

“I don’t serve you,” you snarled, glaring up at him.

Sukuna sneered, leaning against his throne. “You should. You’re weak, pathetic, and completely beneath me.”

Your fists clenched. “Then why do you even keep me around, huh? If I’m so ‘pathetic,’ why not kill me already?”

The air was thick with cursed energy, the tension suffocating. Neither of you backed down, locked in a furious stare-off, hatred crackling between you like a storm-

And then it happened.

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!

The ground shook. The sheer force of the explosion reverberated through the throne room, rattling the very walls. It was deep, monstrous, almost inhuman-

And it came from Sukuna.

Your eyes widened.

Sukuna froze.

The scent hit immediately. It was vile. Cursed. An abomination of nature itself.

You had no time to react - because you suddenly felt it too.

BBBBBRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

An equally horrifying detonation erupted from you. The two sounds overlapped in a cataclysmic symphony of disgrace.

The air was thick with something demonic. The cursed spirits outside the domain wailed in agony, their forms flickering from the sheer toxicity of the atmosphere.

Sukuna stood there, horrified. His four eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open, as if he couldn’t comprehend what had just occurred.

You slapped a hand over your nose and gagged. “Oh my—what the hell—”

Sukuna stared at you. No. He glared. Like you had just personally offended him.

“You dare match my power?” he hissed, voice dark and dangerous.

You coughed violently. “I—Sukuna, we need to leave, it’s not safe here anymore—”

His face twisted into utter disgust. “I have slaughtered thousands, consumed the strongest sorcerers alive, and yet—” he gagged, his voice weakening—“I have never faced something like this.”

For the first time in history, the King of Curses took a step back.

And that’s how you won the greatest battle of all time.

[spenceragnewfics]

spencer and reader fake wedding on tntl

I hope you enjoy! This also helped me write something I wanted to featuring Court's birthday TNTL!

WEDDING BELLS?! | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader

TW: Cuteness is all I can think of.

Word Count: 1.3k

Description: Filming a birthday TNTL is always special, especially when Y/N and Spencer can do a joke poking at their best friends. 

Try Not To Laugh is one of Smosh’s biggest series that the channel does. It’s one of Y/N’s favorites to film because it’s never the same, every episode is different and fun to film. As one of the newest cast members, Y/N was still nervous to film the show but today was going to be different because her boyfriend Spencer was filming the episode as well. It was a very special one because it’s for Courtney’s birthday.

Sitting on one of the stools, she’s scrolling through her phone when she feels arms wrap around her from behind. Her face lights up when she sees the familiar tattoos and smells the ever familiar cologne, “Hey, Spence. Whatcha doin?” She asks, leaning her head back onto his shoulder.

“Just seeing what my beautiful girlfriend is doing.” He says, rubbing her arms as she smiles at him. “Well, I’m just waiting for my amazing boyfriend but I can’t see to find him. Have you seen him?” He rolls his eyes as she laughs, he playfully frowns before walking away with his head down. “No, no, babe. I’m sorry. Come back.” She gets off the stool and follows him. She hugs him from behind when he stops, resting her head on his shoulder, “You’re so mean to me.” He says, faking to be sad but she doesn’t know that.

“I’m sorry baby, I was just joking.” He turns around with a big smile on his face, “I know, I was messing with you.” She huffs as he pulls her into his arms. “Okay, you two are sickeningly cute. We get it.” Angela says as she walks on set. “Awe, Ang, I can help you find someone.” Y/N suggests, “Nah, I’m okay. This is plenty for me for now.” The two women smile at each other before more people start to come in.

It’s not much longer until everyone is on set that needs to be there so they can start shooting. Y/N stands between Courtney and Spencer to do the intro, “Woohoo. It’s Courtney’s birthday!” Ian says as the entire cast and crew cheer for them.

“So we, we have a very special try not to laugh today. We have so many people, including maybe some surprises.” Ian continues, making a silly voice towards the end. Courtney laughs then mocks him before he continues, “It’s gonna be a big one. Courtney, how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling extremely nervous, I haven’t seen any of you all day until literally two minutes ago. So it’s, we’re doing like shock therapy. Here we go! We’re going in, we’re diving in!.” They say, their nerves slightly showing. “All right, let’s dive in guys, let’s go!” Ian says as everyone cheers then moves around. 

The first four on the stools are Shayne, Courtney, Y/N, and Spencer. Amanda starts it off, doing a very good security guard impression and everyone is able to hold their water in until someone dressed as Freddy Fazbear pops out. Y/N screams when she sees it, spitting out her water while Courtney spits out theirs from laughing. Shayne and Spencer spit their water out a second later.

It turns out that Trevor is in the Freddy suit which makes Y/N surprised. “I would’ve never guessed it was Trev. Honestly.” She says, laughing as Trevor talks about how he can’t see anything.

Ian goes next, using a speaker to play some sound effects. Courtney, Y/N and Spencer laughed and then suddenly it’s Ian reading straight from Twilight. Y/N grips Spencer’s arm as she starts laughing even more, “I can’t, I can’t” She says breathless as she holds onto him for support.

Next is Olivia, who makes everyone laugh with her gagging and farting before she comes out as Boneless. She gives Courtney two paintings she did before leaving.

Erin D walks out dressed as Gerald Cakes and does a little and turns before saying “I’m on my way.” Making all four spit out their water as she twerks. 

Damien is next and Tommy walks out first. The four wait until Damien walks out dressed like Baron Harkonnen, he doesn’t even get to do anything as Y/N already spits out her water from laughing. The bit gets better as it goes on, everyone spits out their water before it’s over.

Vida comes out next with a ukulele. “There’s nowhere to- actually. There’s a lot of places to masterbate when you’re at Smosh.” She sings, making everyone shocked. Courtney covers their mouth while Shayne turns away. Y/N and Spencer look at the crew shocked while she grabs his hand.

“Just don’t tell my boss.” Vida sings, Shyne spits out his water almost immediately. “And as my gift for you, I’ll share a few.” Y/N squeezes Spencer’s hand, getting ready for whatever is about to happen.

“So the crying bathroom’s obvious and the voice over booth.” Courtney spits out her water at the one. “You can use Ian’s office, just make sure Ian’s through.” Spencer lets the water out of his mouth, shocked that this is going on. Y/N remains the only one with water in her mouth.

“On the games stage, you can master your moose.” Y/N spits out her water at that as Spencer quickly shakes his head. “Dear god, please no!” She begs looking at the camera. Vida soon ends her song to applause as everyone laughs, shocked at the whole thing.

Brett Miller, comes out and sings Court happy birthday as Marylin Monroe. The final one before they switch out is Bailey. Emily gives the all clear and the four wait, she doesn’t walk out from behind the divider.

“So, guys, do you have any plans after this?” Bailey’s voice asks from behind and they look to see her dressed as Bystander. They all spit out their water as Y/N and Courtney scream.

Angela runs out screaming, “He won’t leave me alone.” The two do the bystander bit and after it’s time to switch out.

Y/N, Shayne, and Spencer walk behind the divider as Ian and Olivia sit with Court. “So, Spence, I think we should do our bit together.” She suggests, looking at her boyfriend excited. “What do you have in mind? You look very mischievous.” He asks, a little nervous.

She whispers the plan in his ear, making him smirk as the plan is genius. “Ooo, Tommy! Come here!” Y/N says, pulling the man in and she fills him in on the plan.

A few minutes later it’s Spencer and Y/N’s turn. Tommy walks out first, a bow tie around his neck and book in hand. Courtney looks at him confused until Y/N walks out in a white outfit with a veil on her head. Spencer then walks out with a tie around his neck, the crew screams in excitement as they try to see if what’s about to happen, happens.

“Dearly beloved cast and crew, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of the Courtney wannabe and Shayne wannabe.” Courtney spits out their water as they laugh. “Do you take each other to be wedded husband and wife?” Tommy asks, “I do.” Spencer and Y/N say in unison.

“By the power vested in me and the state of Smosh. You are officially copycats!” He declares as Spencer dips Y/N and kisses her. The cast and crew cheer as they stand up straight. “We really aren't’ going to beat the rumors now huh?” Y/N jokes and Spencer shrugs before they walk back behind the divider.

Once the two are behind it, they start laughing as he pulls her into his arms. “Maybe that’ll be real one day.” She looks at him with a raised brow, “Maybe? I was hoping for definitely.” He chuckles before kissing her cheek.

[buttsmasher]

Heard You were Talking Shit

Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Forced Face Farting, Face Farting, Fart Torture, Multiple uses of the F slur, Asphyxiation by Farts, Passing out from Farts, Eproctophilia, Face humping, Bully cums, Pisses self

Last Monday I opened my locker to find a note waiting for me. It falls to the ground and I quickly squat down to grab the note. When I pick up the note, I see that there’s a lipstick mark and just a phone number. I’m a bit confused, but I text the number anyway.

Hey? Got ur note… Who dis?

Hi cutie xx… Jalissa

Hell yeah, Jalissa is awesome. We went to high school together and I knew we were going to the same college but haven’t run into her yet. I briefly found it weird that she approached me this way but I don’t think too much of it.

We end up talking for like a week before deciding to meet up. She wanted to meet up at the gymnasium at 9:00 PM when it’s close. She has a key to the gym since she works there and I’m game.

However, when I get there, the gymnasium is quiet and the lights are dimmed.

“Hello?” I call out as I walk towards the center of the gym. “Jalissa?” When I reach about half court, all the lights flip on. 

I hear footsteps and turn around expecting Jalissa but end up seeing someone else. “Tristen? Tristen Moretti? What are you doing here?” I look around, maybe he had the same idea as Jalissa.

“Heard you were talking shit.” This moves my attention back to Tristen and I watch as he saunters closer to me. 

“What?” He’s at arms length now. “I don’t know-” He gives me a firm push and I trip slightly backwards but stay on my feet.

“Called the whole wrestling team a bunch of fags.” 

“I mean, the whole sport is a bit faggy.” I comment back. “The whole tight singlet and holding another man and rolling around on the mat. It’s all a bit…faggy.”

He pushes me harder, this time I lose my balance. “The only fag I see around here is you.” 

“Fuck off!” I go to get back up, but Tristen quickly pins me down against the floor. He does some maneuvering and I’m unable to get a good grip on him. The echoes of me and him struggling in the gymnasium is the only sound I can hear until he has my face pinned against his ass.

“I’ll fucking show you faggot.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

A rumbling six second fart hits my face. It’s rotten, smelling of garbage and eggs. I start to struggle again, but he pins my arms down to my sides and grinds his sweatpant clad ass against my face. “Eat my fucking gas, faggot!” I try to move my face away from his ass but I have nowhere to go.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFF

More vile gas hits my face and I do my best to hold my breath. Even with doing that, it’s not enough, fumes are still invading my nose.

“Bro, get off!” I grab his hips and try to buck him off, but he uses the opportunity to switch his position. He gets me into a scissor lock and uses his heels to push my head into his ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Fuck!” I yell out as my nose is pressed firmly against his ass. I can’t help the dry cough that escapes my lips. The rotten smell has burned its way into my sinuses and I’m starting to worry. 

PBRBRBRBRBBRRRRRR

“Fuck, that was fucking wet.” He comments above me. “How’s that smell faggot?” He releases the pressure of his heels against my head, only to slam my head against his ass over and over again. “Smell it faggot! Smell my fucking ass.”

PFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF PFFFFBBRFFFFFTTT PFFFFF

He slams my face hitting his ass with each fart bomb hitting my face. My eyes are watering and I don’t know if I’m breathing correctly. My nose hurts from the repeated slamming and the toxic fumes that I’m being exposed to.

“Dude,” PFFFFFFFFFFTTTT “Stop, please!” BBBRRRRRRFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Not happening dude.” PFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFTTT “This is what happens when you fuck with the wrestling team.” 

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

I feel so physically weak at this point, I lose the ability to even try and fight back against Tristen. “Please.” I manage between hacking.

“You want more? Cool, I can indulge faggot.” He loosens his grip on me slightly only to pull his sweatpants down under his ass. He’s wearing a jockstrap that frames his ass. 

“No, no, god no!” I begin to scream as he pulls me back against his ass.

“This is why you don’t talk shit!” He roughly bounces my face in between his ass cheeks as he shakes his. PFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFFFTTTT His naked ass is much worse than before. His gas burns my nostrils as he keeps ripping noxious fumes. 

“Please...I-I...Can’t breathe.” He doesn’t budge any, instead he pushes harder against my face.

“Good, I wantchu to suffocate in my fat ass.” 

PFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

If he keeps this up, I’m definitely going to start suffocating. I already feel dizzy from all these butt bombs obliterating my nose.

“Gonna make you regret ever talking shit.” He’s already done that. “Eat this faggot!”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

A loud trumpeting 15 second fart hits my face without any filter. Pure garbage gets spewed into my lungs and I start convulsing against him. “Yeah let the gas in. Breathe me faggot!”

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFTTTT 

He doesn’t let me recover and continues to blast me with his gas. How is anyone even this gassy? “I'm sorry! Please, I’ll do anything!” I try groveling with the little bit of air I have left. 

“Sorry faggot, I can’t hear you. You’ll have to beg louder.”

“Ple-” PBRBRBRBRBRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFF He manages to fart directly into my mouth as I start talking. It’s absolutely rotten and I begin hacking up my lungs again and I feel like I’m going to throw up. “Oh god.” I don’t learn from my past mistake and he manages to fart in my mouth again, this time pushing his ass and pulling my head as hard as possible.

I feel my cheeks inflating as he keeps spewing a 15 second silent but deadly fart into my mouth. I can’t move and my whole body is shaking against him.

“Fuuuuuuck, that feels so good.” Tristen moans above me as he’s grinding his ass against my face. “You still breathing faggot?” Barely, I think to myself as everything starts to spin. I give one last attempt to fight back and push him off me, and to my surprise I get away.

I’m scrambling to get away when I feel him grab me around my waist and pull me back to the ground. “Where you going faggot? I’m not done with you?” I’m seeing triple as he twists me around and forces me back on the ground. 

He pulls his dick out of his jockstrap and starts slapping my face with his cock. I try twisting away but he grabs my head and holds me into place putting his dick under my nose. He starts humping my face and I can feel his dick harden on me.

“I’ll make sure you’ll never forget about this.” He keeps humping me and all I can smell is his natural musk and the lingering scent of his ass on my face. “This is what fucking happens when you mess with me faggot.” 

He forces my mouth open and he starts to spurt cum into my mouth. I go to spit the cum out, but then he sits back down on my face again. “Open up faggot.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

His cum gets blown right back in my mouth and I’m forced to swallow his cum and nasty fart. It’s the most vile thing I’ve ever tasted and I can’t stop from gagging.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

PFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFFF

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

Barrage after barrage of fart is being forced down my throat and it’s at this moment I fear for my life. I can’t even speak anymore to try and beg for my life and I feel myself spasming. I think I may have pissed myself, I can’t even tell anymore.

All I hear is him laughing, grunting, and his trumpeting farts. I’m going to die like this.

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

PFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT PFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

My legs fall slack against the gym floor.

PFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTBRBFFFFFFFFF

Next my arms fall.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Nighty night faggot.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I lose consciousness and my head falls against the gym floor.

Minutes or maybe hours later, I awake alone. Lights completely turned off in the gym. 

“Help.” I try to yell, but my voice is hoarse. I struggle to get to my feet and all I can smell and taste is Tristen’s ass. I end up throwing up on the gym floor. 

At least I’m not dead, I think to myself as I make my way to what I assume are the doors. I open a door to find myself in a small bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and see the state I’m in.

Jeans drenched in piss and my face is splotchy and red. Everything smells bad and I go to the sink to try and scrub my face. As I’m about to go another round of scrubbing, I feel my phone buzz.

Jalissa: Hope you had fun tonight faggot xx

I stare at my phone for a bit before throwing it full force against the wall. 

~~~Fin

Author’s Note: Another old story that I found and decided to revamp. I pretty much rewrote the whole thing at this point and changed it from 2nd person to 1st person. I also think I created a new kink for myself? Forcing cum in someone’s mouth and then immediately farting in their mouth? Hello? Has that been done before? Anyways, hope you enjoyed :3

[anon-sect]

Can you turn me (a nerd) into my bully (the gassiest jock frat boys) fart absorbing underwear?

Picture source: @conradsbeautifulmen

Kevin had been doing Henry's homework for the past three semesters, on the sake of not being a human punching bag at their dorm room. Henry was athletic jock that joined the fraternity last semester. He viewed Kevin as annoying initially. But it was when he saw how smart he was, he used him to do his homework for him. He made sure to room with him each semester for that purpose.

One day, Kevin had enough of his bully jock roommate bossing him around and doing his homework. It was true he wasn't as muscular as his jock roommate, but he could at least stand up to him for once. Maybe he would stop if he did it just one time. So, he purposely decided not to finish a paper for Henry that was actually due the next morning.

"Where is my assignment, nerd?" Henry walked into the dorm room after a gym session. He looked seriously at his nerd roommate. He needed that paper to turn into class in the morning. "I need another A just like you always do." He added.

Kevin looked him in the eyes. "I didn't finish it. You will have to do it on your own." He spoke in a defiant tone to let Henry know he was done being his toy.

"What was that you said?" Henry asked back, thinking the nerd was trying to tell a joke. "I didn't think I heard you right."

"I am not going to finish it or do anymore of your homework. Get someone else to do it." Kevin spoke back, standing his ground.

"I suggest you get to finishing it or you will be sorry. There are worse fates than being a human punching bag." Heny threatened as he pulled out his phone. He recently downloaded the TF Pro app to his phone. He wanted to see if it was true that any cell phone could be used to repurpose objects or people into something else.

Kevin refused to be bullied into obeying his jock roommate. "I won't do it." He spoke even more defiantly than before.

Henry pointed his phone at Kevin and hit the flash option. With one flash, he saw his nerd roommate become a nice new pair of Calvin Klein underwear. He picked up the underwear off the floor and examined them. "Very nice underwear. I told you there are worse fates than being a punching bag. Now you get to be up close and personal with my ass, nerd." He spoke to his underwear with a devious smile on his face.

Kevin was immobilized and had no voice. From what Henry said, he knew what he was now. He was literally underwear. He would rather be a punching bag. He also discovered that his face was in the rear instead of the front of the underwear. He watched in horror as he saw Henry slide his legs through and slide him up around his waist. His face was directly up close to his ass.

Henry put on some shorts and sat down to play a quick game. He remembered that he had Mexican for lunch earlier. He wasn't gassy at the gym, but he could feel it now. He let out a fart that smelled foul. He waved in front of his nose because of the smell. He then thought about Kevin. It must be ten times worse for him. He laughed at that thought.

Kevin had no way to move or get away. The foul stench coming from Henry butt was so disgusting and foul. With his face being at the rear, he felt the full force of it. Several more gaseous farts followed as Henry continued to sit on his face and game. The stench was so horrible up close that he would have gagged everything out of his stomach if he had a human body.

After two hours, Henry decided to finish the paper that was started. Before he would, he pulled down his underwear. "Since you didn't do as I asked, your punishment will be to be my underwear for the next two years till I graduate. I will decide then whether to release you or keep you. I hope you enjoy your view." He laughed as he got started to finish up his assignment.

Kevin figured his bully jock roommate would not let him go so soon. He really didn't want to be stuck this way forever. He hoped that he would change him back soon than that.

[sulfursmells]

Awakening

Day 1

Just a normal day on campus going from class to class, occasionally stopping to talk to some friends. You were in your way back to the lecture after using the bathroom, barely paying attention you walked into someone. “My bad, dude sor……” Before finishing your apology your head is grabbed as the dudes body swivels, your face lined up perfectly with his ass.

PPPPRRRBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTT

It was like a skunk sprayed you not in fear but to show dominance. The vile smell invaded your senses and stuck to your hoodie. The dude let go of you and walked away never meeting your gaze.

Day 2

Right now though you lost track of time and now you’re rushing to get to the 7 floor in time for class. You were running to the elevator thinking you wouldn’t make it yelling “Hold the door, Hold the door!” You made it running straight into the wall of the elevator, sliding down onto the floor in relief. You look up to thank whoever kept the door open to be met with the broad back with the number 7 and the name Raphael on it. Before you could get up a horrid smell invaded your senses. “Did he just?” You thought to yourself a bad silent but deadly filling the small space of the elevator. The door opens he gets out but not before ripping a louder fart leaving you to marinate until you reach your floor. You feel a bit flustered and don’t understand why.

Day 3

You were in the library sitting on the ground reading a book for class. Your head resting on the bookshelf behind you. You continue looking down reading your book until you started to hear a

HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

You cough and gag, still looking down at your book. You slowly raise your head until your met with two round mounds of flesh pushing a pair of basketball shorts to their limit. It was Rapahel, he looked back and gave you a sinister smirk, laughing at your reaction to his gas. You couldn’t help but blush and start to get turned on a bit. “Wait what why!!” You thought,closing your book and using it to hide your hard on. Rubbing out of the library looking back seeing Raphael laughing.

Day 4

“Why I still don’t understand, why was I.” Your thoughts are cut off by the memory of Raphael’s gas invading your mind and memories. A budge begins to form in your pants from the thought and you run to the bathroom. “Fuck no no that can’t be it.” you exclaim to yourself. You hide in a stall waiting for the bulge in your pants to go down. The door to the bathroom slams open and you pull your feet onto the toilet seat so no one can see your in the bathroom. “Yoo is anyone in here? No okay.” The mystery boy then walks towards the sink and bends over. You look through the crack of the stall confused until

BBBBRRRRPPPPBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTT

The loudest bassist fart you’ve ever heard explodes out of the dudes ass. You could have sworn that a bomb went off with how loud it was. “Ahh holding that in during lectures is getting harder!” The boy exclaimed. You kept looking trying to place where you’ve seen him before and realized it’s Raphael, in your realization you accidentally dropped your phone. Raphael noticed and looked back at the stall. You grabbed it and quickly ran out of the room gagging as you made your way to the door. The air in there feeling dense and hot from his explosion. You walk down the hall face fully red your erection worse than when you entered.

Day 5

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about Raphael’s ass and gas. Each day it’s getting harder to think of anything else. “Am I into farts now? How did this happen?” You think to yourself as you stop walking by the football field and just stare off while the team is practicing. You lost in your thoughts until you see number 7 running up and down the field. Your face turns beat red and another Hilda’s starts to form in your pants. Raphael sees you staring and decided to come over. He jogs over dripping in sweat his pants having a large wet line along the ass crack. When he reaches you the first thing he does is turns around presenting his ass stuffed into his football pants and rips a horribly wet and rank fart on your chest. A sigh of relief leaving his lips. He turns back around and smirks at you. Looking at the ground avoiding eye contact you say, “I I want more.” Raphael looks at you confused. “I I need more!” You say to him louder looking him in his eyes while you say it. Raphael laughs, you finally get to gage how much bigger he is than you. “Hey I don’t mind sharing my brew!” He says as he presses your face against the fence and his as leaving no room for any air but his. “This will be fun my little fart face!”