#and I can't concentrate on what you're saying like my brain just filters your voice out

[ttpd-tsxi]

i don't know what has overcome me I snapped at 3 people in class today and i was internally screaming to be left alone

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

[19:57]

Tags and warnings: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem! Reader, not very relevant but, this is a non-idol au, elements of perv! Hyunjin, mentions of unconsensual voyeurism and photography, Dom! Reader, more subby! Hyunjin, foot fetish, foot grinding/mild cock stepping, dirty talk, degradation (m. receiving), stocking kink if you squint and mentioned oral sex.

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Overtime is, easily, the bane of your existence. However, you need the money. There's a new apartment you've been eyeing for months now and, as much as you wish it would, you know the money isn't going to materialise in your lap out of thin air.

So, here you are.

Your eyes already burning with fatigue while you stare at your computer screen. Willing your brain to care about the numbers spread in front of you. The office is mostly dead. Everyone else opting to clock out hours ago, leaving you and the new hire to slave away at your respective desks. The joys of capitalism.

Speaking of which, Hyunjin remains steadfast in his concentration beside you. The sounds of him clicking away at his keyboard combined with the faint hums of the machinery on the floor all that keeps you company. You don't know how he remains so focused when you find your mind slipping away every few minutes. God, maybe you should just go home for the night. Your brain is turning to liquid in your skull.

"I'm going to take a little break. Maybe get some food. Would you like anything?" His question startles you enough that you nearly knock over your water bottle. Frankly, you're surprised he's spoken to you at all. In the weeks he's been here, Hyunjin tends to keep to himself for the most part. Not because he's reserved or has some sort of superiority complex, you've come to learn, it's more so because he's shy. Only piping up from time to time and, he seems to be the most comfortable around you.

His offer is sweet but, "No, thank you. I have some snacks in my bag and I have my water for now. Thank you though, Hyunjin," you respond with a small smile. The flush that rises to his cheeks is surprising but, he nods and scurries off before you can think about it too much.

Now, you're totally alone. The excel sheet your only companion.

You're close to finishing up this one anyway, luckily. A few final checks and you're free to work on the next one. Stretching your arms over your head, you cringe at the knots that have made themselves at home in the base of your neck. You can hear Minho's voice filtering through your brain clear as day. Nagging you to take better care of yourself.

Shoving thoughts of your fussy best friend aside, you can't help but, sneak a glance at Hyunjin's desk. Typically you'd be more than happy to wait for him to return so, you can compare sheets to ensure you're both on the right track. However, you're tired. And you want nothing more than to take a scorching shower and crawl into your sheets. So, you opt to be a little more proactive. Rolling your chair over to his desk until his screen is within your view. Some of his numbers are a little off but, they're mostly fine. He's picked up on the ropes pretty quickly. It's impressive, to say the least. However, a folder catches your eye before you can return to your desk.

It's simple. Titled 'Favourites' and nothing else but, there is something almost siren-esque that calls you to it. You know this isn't right. Yes, it's his work computer but, it's still his computer and he's entitled to some level of privacy on it. Minho has always said you're too nosy for your own good. It could be filled with his favourite tools to use for all you know.

The folder is not filled with tools. Not even a little bit.

You're stunned to see what appears to be hundreds of pictures. Pictures you're pretty damn certain are of you. Tonnes of pictures focused on your legs, your breasts straining against your button-up shirts at times and your heels. You're not even sure what to think, let alone feel. Your lips parted in shock while you scroll and scroll and scroll. When had taken all of this? How did you never notice? Why are they on his fucking work computer?

"Hey, I'm back. The line was a little longer than-" Hyunjin's words stop as soon as he sees you sitting at his desk. His brain taking a few very long moments to process your new position as well as what's filling his screen.

It's impressive how red he becomes within seconds. Looking for all the world that he'd much rather the Earth open up and swallow him whole than continue this tense interaction with you. Long fingers clutching his sandwich and coffee as a lifeline.

"I ca-can explain. I wasn't- this isn't- I'm-"

If someone had told you even a few hours ago that you'd be propped up on Hyunjin's desk with his bare cock pressed against your stocking clad feet, you would have thought they'd utterly lost their grasp on reality.

And yet, here you are.

Your panties cling to you in a way that is quickly growing uncomfortable but, that doesn't matter right now. Hyunjin's hair sticks to his already sweaty forehead. Previously neatly styled, dark locks now a mess while he pants with every jerk of his hips against the soles of your feet. Not meeting your eyes. His pretty cock bordering on painfully hard and copious amounts of pre-cum dribbling out of it. Every whine and moan hits you like a tidal wave. Everything about him just has to be so gorgeous, doesn't it?

"Jinnie," you drawl, adding pressure to your feet and smirking just the slightest bit when he chokes out a grasp at the sensation. Purposefully dragging your feet along his length and using your toes to toy with the sensitive underside of his head.

"I can-can't- please- " he gasps out, doubling over in his chair while his cock jerks dangerously against the pads of your feet but, you haven't had your fun yet.

"Are you already going to cum, Jinnie?" You ask with a faux pout and tilt of your head, adding even more pressure until the heat from his cock is searing your skin through the barrier of your stockings. "Gonna cum just from me using my feet to play with you? Isn't that a little pathetic?" The saccharine quality of your voice sends a shudder from the top of his head straight to his throbbing cock, more slick staining your beautiful stockings.

"Not-not gonna c-cum," he huffs out with a spark of determination in his voice despite the pitiful state he's in right now. As though you can't feel how hard he twitches when you begin to drag your feet along his length once more. As though the way he hunches over when you press and press and press isn't so blatantly obvious. Barely contained moans ringing out through the empty floor.

"Really?" You ask, biting your lip to hide the smile that threatens to split your face in half when you use your toes to stroke his tip, "Because I think your cock says otherwise. Are you really going to cum just from this? What a little pervert you are, Jinnie."

You don't fail to notice the way he whimpers when your mouth coils around the word 'pervert.' Oh. Looks like there's even more to your little coworker than meets the eye.

"Oh wow, not only are you a little freak who takes pictures of my feet to jerk off to but, you like when I'm mean to you too? You're more of a masochist than I thought," His face must be burning based on the flush you can see moving below his neckline. Cute. He doesn't respond verbally but, the way his hips jerk into your feet tells you all you need to know.

"You're such a disgusting pervert. I wonder how many times you snuck off during your breaks to touch yourself to the thought of me. Well, how is it, slut? Better than you imagined?" You enquire, the rush of having him crumble underneath you making you a little bit lightheaded. When he still doesn't answer you, this time, you choose to stop.

The way his head whips to meet you would be comical if he wasn't still incredibly hard underneath you and his teary eyes didn't cause your heart to rise to your throat.

"Pl-please, don't stop," he whines, lifting his hips up from his seat to desperately grind against your feet. The sight significantly worsens the state of your likely ruined panties. "This i-is better. So muc-much better. Yes, I'd sneak away to touch myself to y-you. Ah. I couldn't h-help it. You're so bea-beautiful and you're always fuck so nice to me," he rushes out and god, how could you not touch him after that?

"Something tells me you don't only like it when I'm nice to you," you muse before increasing the speed from earlier. Your blood roaring in your veins watching him start to crumble underneath every stroke of your feet, every bit of weight you press further and further onto him. "You like being a little, sick, perverse slut huh. My little perverse slut. Did you want me to see you? Find you cumming in your pants to fantasies of humping my feet like the pathetic, little loser you are?"

Much to your surprise, that's all it takes for Hyunjin to totally shatter. Your eyes widen and your heart thunders in your chest when broken moans fall from his plump lips. His eyes squeezing shut while his cock throbs against the bottoms of your feet, soiling them in rope after rope of his sticky cum. Gathering your bearings, you help him through it. Lightly dragging your messy soles against his cock until it has nothing more to give. His body jerks violently in overstimulation until you eventually stop, pulling away from him to let the man return to his body.

The sensation of his cum on your feet is a little odd but, it's worth it. He looks so beautifully fucked out slumped in his chair. Unfocused eyes staring up at the ceiling while his chest heaves with exertion. Sweat dripping from his cut jaw while his softened, slick cock rests against his work pants. You hope you'll remember the vision he provides for the rest of your life. Your clit throbs just from drinking him in.

Well, you don't see why you can't journey further down this rabbit hole. He came on your feet minutes ago. You're pretty certain the two of you have thoroughly stomped over any sense of propriety.

Fuck it.

"Hyunjin," you call, and you walls clench harshly when he turns his glazed over eyes your way. He's horribly unsubtle, and you don't miss the way his eyes linger on your chest before drifting to your spread thighs. You try not to smile too hard when he swallows. Loudly.

He's just so easy.

"Don't you want to take care of me too?" You ask with a pout, spreading your thighs further and tugging your pencil skirt higher until it bunches up at your waist. You're beyond wet. You've soaked through your stockings and you're sure he can tell.

"I'm so wet," you moan, dragging your fingers along your slit. A breathy gasp leaving your lips when you brush your clit, your eyes fluttering at barest hint of sensation.

The sounds of him rising from his chair and shuffling onto his knees forces your gaze to him. Heat simmering in the pit of your gut when you watch him shuffle closer to you until you can feel his laboured breaths hitting your skin. Large hands tentatively resting on your thighs as he makes himself more at home between your legs.

You don't think you've ever been wetter in your life than in this moment. His big, brown eyes glancing up at you while he presses light kisses to you over your stockings. Prompting soft mewls from you and your hips to unintentionally jolt against his mouth.

Maybe overtime isn't so bad after all.

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[a-blue-secret]

Indirect Confession

GENRES: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, idolverse

PAIRING: taegyu

WARNINGS: lots of crying, taegyu's brain-mouth filter disappeared, written on a whim

WORD COUNT: 2.2k+

AN: A lil something I had half-written which I decided to finish for TXT's debut anniversary! ps: the Korean lyrics are from CROWN, and they say 'stop the suffering, abracadabra'.

SUMMARY: A tired brain can lead to your brain-to-mouth filter disappearing. This is a known fact. When you're sad, and tired, words just spill out. It becomes an especially terrible situation when this happens, especially around your crush. That is a scenario to be avoided at all costs. Unfortunately for Taehyun, that was the exact situation he was in.

It was the week leading up to their debut. Taehyun had been stressed that his dancing wasn’t as powerful as he wanted it to be, and had wanted to stay longer to perfect it. Now, this wasn’t to say the members weren’t also worried about their dancing, but Taehyun, ever the perfectionist, was even more paranoid than them. Beomgyu, also being the perfectionist he is, decided to stay behind too: to focus on his singing.

The arrangement worked out well. Beomgyu would sing while Taehyun danced, and both of them would just wordlessly practise, going over parts over and over again. It looked like it was going okay.

But it wasn’t. With each passing minute, Taehyun felt like he was slipping away. He could feel himself slipping. His energy was decreasing, his moves becoming robotic and stiff, and Beomgyu’s incredible vocals were making him doubt his own ability- at singing, dancing, everything. When he messed up the same part for the nth time, he was close to breaking down. Why wouldn’t his feet just work?? But he didn’t complain. He didn’t protest. He just wordlessly resumed the position, waiting for Beomgyu to sing the part again. No matter how lifeless he felt, he’d push on. He was doing fine. He was okay. Just get this part right, and he could go to sleep.

Beomgyu was also facing an internal struggle. He could see Taehyun close to breaking apart, and this seemed to mess with his concentration. When his voice cracked when he wasn’t paying attention, Beomgyu noticed the little flash of annoyance cross Taehyun’s face. He swallowed, and shook his head, trying to concentrate. But no matter how hard he tried, the notes didn’t come out as smoothly as he wanted them to. He wasn’t going to redo them, though. He’d already seen the irritation on Taehyun’s face when he’d messed up, and did not want to see that again. But with each note, Beomgyu wanted to cry. Taehyun was beautiful, had always been effortlessly beautiful, but he was pushing his body to the brink, trying too hard to achieve that elegance which should have come so naturally to him. And with Taehyun aggressively repeating the same bar over and over again, it was hurting Beomgyu’s heart and voice to see the boy look so defeated and determined at the same time. But he buried this hurt deep down, way down. He wasn’t going to cry. He was strong. It’d be okay. Let Taehyun finish, and they could go to sleep.

It wasn't okay.

Taehyun tripped. Right towards the end of the routine, out of fatigue-induced clumsiness, he tripped over his own feet and came crashing down to the floor in a crumpled heap. He faintly registered the sharp intake of breath behind him, and the sudden scrambling of alarmed feet approaching him. But he couldn't hear anything other than the erratic beating of his own heart and the deafening pounding of his thoughts in his head. It was too much; it was all too much. He slammed his fist against the floor, fingers clenched tight, willing himself not to cry.

You're weak, the voice inside his head whispered. Look at you, reduced to a pathetic, trembling heap on the floor. Look at you. He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts, but they persisted. You're so ridiculous, it sneered. Come on, look how feeble you are compared to the others– especially Beomgyu. You think you have a chance with him? Pfft. He's way too good for you.

He bit his lip, hard, trying to calm his breathing and prevent the tears from falling onto his cheeks. Don’t cry, don't cry, don't cry. It was like a mantra, repeating over and over in his head. While it should have been empowering, with each syllable Taehyun felt even more closer to breaking than before. His head was swimming. Everything was too much, nothing was real, no one loved him, he was going, going, going-

It was then that a hand gently wrapped itself around his trembling fist, warm and soft.

"Taehyun-ah? Are you okay?"

Beomgyu's voice reached Taehyun's ears, and he lifted his head up to look at the other boy. The roaring thoughts in his head quietened to a gentle mumble, as Taehyun found an anchor, a safe haven in Beomgyu’s warm brown eyes. He was brought back to reality for just a moment, but it was a shaky, grey world that he saw around him. The colours of the world had been dimmed. His own eyes were filled with unshed tears, and just one look at them had Beomgyu's begin to well up as well. His eyes followed Taehyun's worriedly, as the younger flailed to find the words to express how he felt.

"Hyung…" Taehyun's voice was filled with hopelessness and it broke as he said his next words. "I can't do this."

Taehyun saw something shatter in his hyung's eyes at these words. Beomgyu roughly scooped Taehyun up into his arms, hugging him tightly. The sudden warmth, along with the unexpectedness of the action, made Taehyun finally burst into tears.

"I- I'm so weak," he whispered between sobs. "I'm so pathetic. So pathetic. You shouldn't be looking after me. I'm not worth your time."

Up until now, Beomgyu thought he'd been doing okay with holding back his tears. But after Taehyun had said those words, he couldn't hold them in any longer. His lips trembled from the force of keeping in his tears before he finally felt the drops slip down his cheeks, faster and faster until they flowed like waterfalls.

"Taehyun-ah," he cried, holding the younger boy tighter and rocking him back and forth. There were lots of things he wanted to say, but all he was capable of at the moment was just repeating the other's name again and again, like a mantra. "Taehyun-ah, Taehyun-ah, Taehyun-ah…"

Taehyun didn't say anything, just buried himself into Beomgyu's chest and cried even harder.

"Hyung… Beomgyu-hyung…" He gripped the boy's shirt tightly, using it to anchor him to the real world. He cried with everything he had, taking comfort in the way Beomgyu had his arms wrapped securely around him. Soon, his tears died down to shaky breaths and the occasional hiccup. It was only when Beomgyu adjusted his grip and let Taehyun bury his face in his neck that Taehyun realized- the reason his crying had died down so quickly was because Beomgyu-hyung had been there to comfort him. The thought made him want to cry again. Beomgyu shouldn't have had to look after someone as weak as Taehyun. He shouldn't have to.

It was then that Taehyun registered that Beomgyu was still sobbing softly. Head resting against his shoulder, he was holding onto Taehyun's waist tightly as his tears continued to pour out. The thought that Beomgyu was crying because of Taehyun made him feel like an awful person.

"Hyung…" he whispered hesitantly. "Don't… don't cry…"

In response, Beomgyu just started crying harder, gripping the younger's waist tighter. The action caused Taehyun's heart to hiccup, but he ignored it and focused on trying to untangle Beomgyu from him.

"Hyung… please… let go…"

But Beomgyu just shook his head. "N-no… please, let- let me hug you… please, Taehyunnie…"

Oh my god, Beomgyu-hyung. Taehyun's heart stuttered yet again at the nickname. He weakly tried to push Beomgyu again. But the older boy shook his head, his clenched hands shaking around his waist. At a loss as to what to do, Taehyun just clutched onto his hyung’s shoulders and let him cry for as long as he needed to.

It was only a few minutes later, however, that Taehyun’s heart couldn’t take Beomgyu’s sobs anymore.

“Hyung, please,” he begged, voice cracking with desperation. Fresh tears began springing into his eyes as he saw how devastated his hyung was. In response, Beomgyu just shook his head and clung onto the younger even tighter. He didn’t say anything, just took deep, shaky breaths. He buried his face even further into Taehyun’s neck, and the younger felt like his heart was going to combust from the simple action.

"Please… I need you…"

He what?

"I need you, Taehyunnie… please…" Beomgyu sniffled. Taehyun sighed, closing his eyes. Very slowly and subtly, he buried his wet eyes into the elder’s fluffy hair, hoping it would dry his own tears which were starting to form. They stayed like that for a while longer, until Beomgyu’s breaths started to even out and his tears started to dry. He relaxed his grip a little so that he wasn't trying to strangle Taehyun's body anymore. "I need you more than you know. I want you to stay." He took a shuddering breath, lifting his head off of Taehyun's shoulders to look at him in the eyes. Though they were wet and bloodshot from crying, he still looked beautiful. "I- I like you… A lot, Taehyunnie."

Taehyun felt his own eyes well up as well. He gripped Beomgyu's shoulders with trembling fingers, and he shook his head vigorously.

"No… you can't like me. I'm not good enough. I like you too much for you to eventually leave me because you realized you deserve better. Because you do. You deserve someone better than me."

"Don't you understand?" Beomgyu looked at Taehyun with his tear-stained eyes. He couldn't quite put his finger on what emotion was shining in his hyung's eyes, but it made his stomach flip and his breath catch in his throat. "I don't care that you think I deserve better. Because I don't. Why?" Beomgyu's intense, piercing gaze softened. "Because there is no one better than you." Taehyun's doe eyes widened, lips trembling slightly. A light flared in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed as he shook his head again.

"No you don't understand. There are so many people out there who are better than me, stronger than me, more fit for you than me."

"But I still want you," Beomgyu said softly. "You're one of my bestest friends, Taehyun-ah. You're stuck with me forever, whether you like it or not."

"But I'm broken. I'm hurt so bad, nothing can fix me."

"괴로움 멈춰라 마수리 수리," Beomgyu sang, a small smile gracing his features as he looked fondly at the younger. "I'll fix you. Don't worry."

Taehyun shook his head. "You won't care about me enough to fix me. No one ever does."

Beomgyu sighed a little at Taehyun's words, heart breaking as he took in Taehyun's small, defeated frame. He lifted a hand from Taehyun's waist to gently rub a thumb against his cheek as he delicately wiped away tears from the boy's big, brown eyes, letting his hand linger for a few seconds longer. "I will," he said. "I promise, I will. I care about you a lot, Taehyunnie. Like, so much. I like you too much to walk away when you're broken," he promised.

"But I like you too much for you to have to deal with me," Taehyun said, though he leaned into Beomgyu's tender caresses. "I like you more than is good for me," he said to himself. He closed his eyes, letting Beomgyu stroke his cheek for a little longer, committing the tender action to memory. Then he abruptly pulled away, ripping himself out of Beomgyu's arms.

"Taehyunnie, where are you going?”

"Come on, let's go hyung," he said curtly. "We should go back to the others." He turned his head away, trying to hide how tired and weak he actually looked behind his sharp voice. Beomgyu wasn't fazed. He let out a scoff, before tutting at Taehyun's actions.

"Nuh uh, you're not going to act like that." Beomgyu said firmly. He grabbed Taehyun's wrist and pulled the younger back. His arm immediately wrapped itself around his waist. When Taehyun squeaked and hesitantly tried to untangle himself, he only held tighter. Taehyun weakly tried to protest, trying to tell him that Beomgyu's arm around him felt suffocating and too tight. (No, the action did not make butterflies burst into life inside Taehyun's stomach. No way.)

Beomgyu simply waved away his words. "No, it doesn't feel suffocating to you, Taehyun. Because despite your words, you're leaning into me, aren't you? Don't be shy. I know you're really awkward and stuff, but I'll protect you; don't worry."

Taehyun flushed and tried to protest again, saying he didn't need to be protected and didn't want to have to depend on someone right now, but Beomgyu shushed him.

"Shush. You were crying- you have a right to be dependent on someone right now."

"You were crying too, hyung," Taehyun said.

"Which is why you're going to have your arm around me as well." Beomgyu wrapped Taehyun's arm around his own shoulders. "See? That's not so bad. Let's go back to the dorm."

The two of them walked back home and stumbled through the front door, still in each other's arms. They were too tired to say anything, bidding each other a sleepy goodnight (and an impulsive goodnight kiss on the forehead from Beomgyu). It was only after they'd both collapsed into their respective beds that they realized- they'd just indirectly confessed. Could they… possibly… like each other back?

[brightlotusmoon]

On this episode of "Accidental autistic and neurodivergent representation in 1990s TV shows who didn't realize it"!

Deep Space Nine finishes out the trilogy of autistic people in the future and the one doctor, also autistic, wanting to see them as people on the same level as people so much that he tries to commit crimes or, at the least, Malicious Compliance.

Julian's friendship and compassion with Sarina in particular, how he doesn't push her into being constantly nonverbal, how he gives her space to let her speak for herself, makes me wonder if it's something to show paaarents, especially Martyr Moms and Warrior Moms, in desperate hopes that they'll realize that they need to step back and quit pushing their kids. And I want feedback on my wondering, in case others didn't like the episode.

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"Of her performance as Sarina, actress Faith C. Salie says "I was told to behave pretty much catatonic. Anson told me, 'There's a lot going on in your mind, because you're genetically enhanced, and you're brilliant, but you can't facilitate it because your body doesn't know how.' I created a switch in my brain that I could turn on and off to make everything become hazy around me, so that it seemed as if an amalgam of voices and sense were coming at me and that it was overwhelming." (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Companion)

Of his performance as Jack actor Tim Ransom says "I figured he's the equivalent of a guy who drinks forty cups of coffee a day." (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Companion)

Of her performance as Lauren, actress Hilary Shepard Turner says, "She was described as being obsessed with Bashir, and very va-va-voom, but I decided to make her a little Hannibal Lecter-ish as well. It was director Anson Williams' idea to never have Lauren stand up. The only time I ever stood was when I danced with Bashir." (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Companion)

Of his performance as Patrick, actor Michael Keenan says, "He's essentially a child, so I just played him that way. Children have instant access to their emotions and they don't filter anything, so that's what I did." (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Companion)

Of his scene speaking the Vorta language, Jeffrey Combs commented "That was very strange. I had to work hard too for that very tiny little bit. It's very hard to speak a language that's totally made up, and yet keep the cadence and sensibility of an actual line in English. Because what they did is they played it once in English and then they replayed it in Vortanese (or whatever it is), and I had to really concentrate to get that the way I worded it. They gave me syllabic words, and it was up to me to break it down into the phraseology that I did. It's interesting how the brain works. I really, really had to hang in there and run it by rote. It's easy to memorize words and phrases and strings of thought when it's your native language, but when it's a nonsensical group of syllables, it takes a lot more brain juice to make it seem very easy and conversational". ("Double Act", Star Trek Monthly, issue 43)"

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[yaboymercury]

Ripping 9 to 5 - Farmer

John's city life fitted him perfectly, but sometimes it just became too much. Which is why he needed to escape to the countryside, back to his roots, just for a week or so to de-stress.

Going on another hike around the fields in the area he was staying, John couldn't help but appreciate the fresh air. Climbing over a fence into the next field, following what John thought was a public footpath sign, he sighed at the rustic beauty of the next field with its golden knee height wheat stretching for what looked like miles. It seemed that this was around the season of harvest for this crop however as about a quarter of the field had already been cut by a tractor slowly making it's route through the field.

As John began to wade through the crops at the edge of the field he was so engrossed in the beauty of the scene to he failed to notice that the sound of the tractor had stopped and the new sound of rustling through crops was getting ever closer to him.

"Oi what are you doing here?"

A rough voice jolted John out of his trance so aggressively that he stumbled backwards and fell down. From the uncomfortable floor of the field John looked up to see a disgruntled looking man. Unable to gather any thoughts John just took in the sight of him, tall, firm, visibly sweating, a light tan and a shirt with a considerable amount of buttons going unused. Still shocked all John could do was stutter at the man above him and try not to get to excited by just the sight of him.

"You do know this field is private property don't you?"

"Private?" Was all John could get out in response attempting to regain some composure in the face of the personification of his sexuality.

"Yup that sign in the gate says so" the piercing look he gave John made him quiver "So what are you doing here huh? You trespassing?"

The last question made John panic, realising the potential of the consequences, he sat up and with a little confidence says "No, no I'm just here hiking I must have gotten lost..."

The farmer seemed to relax a little after that but still looked a bit uncomfortable. Turning away from John to give some thought to what to do next, John was greeted with the sight of the man's bubbling ass barely being contained by a pair of tatty jeans. The jeans didn't leave much to the imagination with man holes and ladders of fabric especially concentrated around the ass area and specifically the crack. It couldn't have been practical but that wasn't what John was focused on. The area could have also been the area where the rugged man was the most sweaty with a natural musk radiating from the area. It did things to John's brain only making him want to get closer and lean in.

Pssssssssshhhhhh

It could have easily been mistaken for a gust of wind but John wasn't that stupid, and the raunchy cheesy odour which began to dominate John's senses backed up his theory. But he was now too busy wretching to do anything about it.

This was also the same time the farmer finally decided to let out a sigh and turn back around with a smile.

"I guess I can't blame you for getting lost, I'll take you back to the farmhouse and I'll find you a map to head you in the right direction."

But John was not able to accept the kindness as he was still gagging over the unbelievable stench of what could have only been some new strain of particularly toxic flatulence. Offering his hand to help John up the farmer realised his mistake.

"Oh sorry about that, it was dying to come out, but shit it really did a number on you..." Once John was up he had pretty much recomposed himself but was still in a state of shock from the fumes he had been exposed to, he wasn't even able to process how close he was to the glistening musky farmer. "Oh and I'm Andy by the way nice to meet you!"

Andy begun shaking John's hand, the force of his massive arms making John's stumble and was only able to mutter out his name.

Finally letting go Andy decided it would be quicker to get back to the farmhouse if they took the tractor so he lead John towards the hefty vehicle. While following John was able to take in the vision of the whole man in front of him, it was hard to keep his eyes of that ass though shaking in front of him. It was so eye catching that John didn't realise when Andy stopped suddenly causing him to walk right into it. Andy right leg was cocked up and before John could understand the pose he heard it.

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"Aww yeah that was a good one" Andy seemingly in his element barely registered what he was doing wasn't particularly normal "Oh I would apologize for what you're gonna get back there but you shoulda been looking where you were going." He said with a grin. The smell which finally hit John's nostrils was rough, a wave of cheesy stink thorwing him off guard.

While still disgusted at the man's stench John couldn't help but feel a certain kind of way about this man's rough attitude.

When they reached the tractor Andy was almost gentlemanly in helping John climb up into it first, the physical contact of his hands on him giving him a rush of excitement. But the feeling quickly wore off as when John took the only seat in the vehicle, Andy decided that the best way to deal with this was to dramatically sit his ass on John's lap.

"Ah sorry if I'm a bit heavy man, but hey at least you got the best view." rubbing his ass in a bit John realised that he wasn't wrong about either, with his ass and lower back eclipsing most of John's sight.

The past five minutes had wholly overwhelmed John with the duality of his flirtatious interactions with the man but also his unfortunate intimacy with his farts. But having the man so forwardly to practically give him a lap dance, meant that any chance of logical thinking had been abandoned.

When Andy started up the tractor the noise of the vehicle overpowered any chance of conversation meaning all John could do was attempt to enjoy the ride while not getting crushed by the hunk sitting on him. The terrain meant the ride was incredibly bumpy and becuase of this Andy's ass was vibrating all over John's crotch, it took all of his willpower to not immediately pop a boner but that was made even harder when Andy looked over his shoulder and gave John a smirk and a knowing wink. The shaking of Andy's ass seemed to increase and grow deeper and John couldn't tell why until it was made obvious by the smell hitting his nostrils. The rancid reeking stink of Andy's ass gas seemed neverending and the large vibrations on his lap seemed to carry on for minutes as well. And in spite of the sound of the machinery John could easily make out the growing sound of the gas coming straight from Andy's behind.

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The disgusting yet pleasureful sensation didn't seem to stop until right before the tractor stopped moving. By that time John's trousers had been permanently ingrained with the stink of Andy's rectum and his brain still remained indecisive on if he should flee from the stinking farm worker or never leave.

Finally getting off John's lap, Andy practically lifted him out of the tractor and with his now unchanging naughty smile he lead the still-groggy-from-over-exposure-to-flatulence John to the bench outside his humble farmhouse.

"I'm sorry if the ride was rough" he said obviously joking to John "I've gotten a couple complaints about bad smells I think it's something to do with the fuel I use.... definitely nothing to do with this!" smacking his massive jean clad ass as he finished to make obvious what he was referencing.

Andy gestured for John to lie down on the bench in front of the house since he was feeling so rough which John happily agreed to. John also didn't complain about the view when the farmer began unbuttoning most of his shirt obviously making himself as comfortable as he pleased.

"Now I obviously want to help you get on your way, but to be honest I recommend you get a nap first since you don't really seem to be in any condition to take in directions right now." Maybe it was his state of mind but John found this idea perfectly reasonable. "And of course if you can't get to sleep that easily I can always help..." With that the farmer slowly turned around chuckling lightly as he began to squat his gargantuan ass over John's face "See you on the other side."

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And like that John was out.

John woke up in a bed he didn't recognise, but what he could recognise was the farmer now only in a pair of alarmingly tight worn out briefs sitting in a chair next to him. John was pretty sure he didn't just have morning wood, and it was clear to see with there being no sheets on the bed.

"Sometimes I forget how much power my gas has, it feels like you've been out for hours." Andy stood up to look over John, but unlike the intimidating farmer he met earlier in the day, this man had a much more sensual charming look in his eyes.

His crotch eye level with John Andy lifted his chin so they were looking straight at eachother "Not to be too forwards but out of everyone who's stumbled upon this farm you're the only one who's shown any kind of positive reaction to my expulsions." In saying positive reactions his eyes flitted over to John's obviously erect member. "So understand me if I don't really want to lose you too quickly."

This was a lot for John especially just after waking up, the man was a sight to behold, and he certainly seemed like he would be able to protect John but his gas was toxic, even if he did know how to use it well... just thinking about the day got John confused but further turned on.

"You see planting so many crops it would be very useful to have a bit of an air filter around since I do tend to kind of pollute the plants sometimes, like seriously do you hear this?" Jutting his ass out Andy let out a quick powerful blast.

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It wasn't even facing John but the smell got the message across. It did feel like Andy never stopped farting but John was starting to realise that this was less and less of a problem for him. For the first time John's smile matched Andy's and he leaned closer to him from the bed.

"It's good to see that you agree with me, I think my ass does as well." With that Andy turned away from John but of course that meant his bulbous musky ass was closer than ever to John's face. And John didn't need any more of an invitation than that. Diving into the pillowy cheeks John knew this was where he belonged. And when the butt blew out a long explosive gust of toxic gas John's polluted brain was already getting hooked on the smell.

Later that week John realised how quickly he had gotten used to his new lifestyle as he stirred yet another can of baked beans on the stove. Bringing the plate of beans out to the front of the house the rugged farmer met him taking the plate and began to eat again, all he needed to thank him was to casually raise his leg and let his butt blow John a kiss.

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When the Andy turned around to meet John's lustful stare with a Devilish grin, he knew the wave of stink had hit hard.

(Finally back, of course suggestions welcome as always but got some plans for new stories in the near future :)