#forced sniffing

[prettyemerie]

one thing about me is if i see you lurking, im dming you. you’re obviously too weak and intimidated to make the first move, so DUH I’m gonna take advantage of that and surprise you with a dm, then you’ll really know what it’s like to be hunted down

[glossysoap]

….

[lord-of-geeks-and-subs]

If you can sniff and worship my biiiig muskyyy fat cock. Then you can also sniff my sweaty asshole right? So get in there. NOW.

[bluetiefling]

That is why I will never be at your side.

[maranull]

Lucky's investigation of mini-Meli

(while mini-Meli was saying "hi" to the camera)

sniff

[vansboy-sk]

[umbramus]

Ouppy!

[buttsmasher]

Dalton (Rewritten)

Reference Photo

Tags/Warnings: Face Farting, Unwilling Victim, Wrestler Dom, Lost Bet, Forced Fart Sniffing

You’ve possibly made the stupidest bet of your life. 

Dalton has been bothering you for the past few months about the fact that he might make it into the state finals for the wrestling team. You being that brat you are, said in front of the whole team, that there’s no way Dalton could ever get to state. So, Dalton, in response, made a bet with you; If he made it to finals you’ll have to let him sit on your face 30 minutes after a wrestling match and if he doesn’t then you get to do the same.

The thought of his sweaty ass sitting on your face disgusts you, but you agreed regardless so you didn’t look like a wimp in front of the whole team. After all, if he doesn’t make state, then you can force him to endure 30 minutes of your swamp ass.

But now, you watch as Dalton wipes the floor with the Greendale guy. It doesn’t make sense to you how Dalton wins so easily, but the whole team is celebrating and running up to him, except you of course. 

Dalton has won the last match he needed to qualify for state finals. And that means you have to let him sit his sweaty swamp ass on your face for a full 30 minutes. You panic, not wanting to be in this situation anymore, you do the one that makes sense.

You tried leaving.

Of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy. Luka sees you trying to leave and Dalton’s posse quickly catches up to you.

“Where you think you’re going?” He asked, knowing full well I was trying to get away.

“Just need some fresh air.” You try lying. They laugh because they know you won’t be having any fresh air soon enough.

“Come with us, we’ll get you some fresh air.” He laughs as he escorts you back towards the locker room off the gym. You sadly sigh as they open the door and show Dalton in his yellow singlet waiting for you.

“Guess who just made it to state bitch?” Dalton has this annoying grin on his face. “I think there’s a bet we need to settle.”

“Yeah, about that.”

“You’re not about to chicken out, are you?” Dalton saunters up to you. “You have a date with my swamp ass and you’re not getting out of it.”

“Seriously, it was just a stupid bet.” 

“I take my bets seriously.” One of the guys pushes you down onto the ground and holds you there. “Hold him down for me.” One of his friends holds down your arms while the other holds your legs. 

“Guys seriously, we don’t have to do this.” You try weaseling your way out.

“We do.” Dalton plants himself right on your face. The sweat from his last match soaks your face. It smells bad and you’re doing your best not to gag. “Start the clock.”

The first five minutes go by with nothing much happening. He grinds his ass around on you to make sure that you’re getting the full scent of his dirty ass. He teases you for a while saying that you’ll never be as good a wrestler as him. 

Things change after the next five minutes though. “Uh oh boys.” Dalton says before he releases the most god-awful fart you’ve ever had to smelt in your life. You gag and choke as the fumes go down your nose. It feels like all your nose hairs were just burnt off. “Goddam, that was a bad one.” He gyrates his hips to make sure the smell is all over your face. “Don’t worry, I got more of those.”

BRRRRRPPTTTT

“Jesus Dalton what did you eat?” The guy holding your legs asks. “It smells terrible.”

“It’s the protein shake dude.” Dalton slaps the side of your face. “Hey bitch face, you better start sniffing these hard. I don’t want to be able to smell these.”

“Fuck you!” You yell from underneath his ass.

“What was that? You want more? Anything you want.” Dalton grunts:

PFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFTTTTT

“Sniff bitch.” You begrudgingly obey. It was the worst thing you’ve ever done. You thought the first fart was bad but this one was somehow worse. Raw sewage, rotten eggs. You’ve never smelled anything this bad. “Yo, still awake down there?” You nod, slightly, not sure why you’re responding. “Wow, I was sure you’d be out after that one.”

“Bro, if you keep it up, we’re gonna be out.” One of the guys holding you down says.

PFFFFFRBBRBRRFFFFFFFTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“Fuck dude! I can’t stay in the blast zone.” One of the guys lets go of you and gets away from Dalton.

BRRRRRFFFFTTTTTT BFBRRFFFFTTTTTT

“God stop!” You yell from under his ass. “This isn’t part of the bet!” 

“You agreed that you’d stay under my ass for 30 minutes. You’re just unlucky that my shake decided to hit me now.” 

PFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFTTTTT

“I don’t remember telling you to stop sniffing.”

PFBBFFFFFFFFTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

You learned last time you inhaled, and you’re not going to do that again. You do your best to hold your breath as Dalton farts. But it doesn’t stop him from blasting your face with noxious fumes.

PFFFBBRBRFFFFFTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFBBBBRBRBRFFFFFF

You feel yourself start shaking as you’re running out of breath. And then you hear it, the phone alarm going off telling you 30 minutes is up. You release the breath you were holding, happy that you survived.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBRRFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Before getting up from your face, he releases one last fart and you breathe it in. It burns and you have this awful taste in the back of your mouth. You cough and gag rolling over to your side trying to get the awful taste out of your mouth. 

“Well that was fun.” Dalton says uninterested. “Next time, don’t bet against me, you’ll regret it.” He looks at the guys around the room, does a nod and leaves with the other guys.

You lay there from your coughing fit and stare at the ceiling. You’re pretty sure you learned your lesson and are 100 percent sure there will not be a next time. 

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Phew, I bet his ass really stinks! Haha, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! This was an older story I had in my archive that I decided to rewrite. Can you do me a favor? Can you like & reblog this post? It really helps my blog grow!

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[stalebagels]

I almost always feel like John Oliver looks like some variation of this every single time Jimmy Fallon opens his mouth on the podcast

[prettyemerie]

don’t worry, i made sure this picture was beta safe 🤍

[chiiyuuvv]

THIS TAEIL THING IS CRAZY

[seaquestions]

hmm. i rly thought i was getting better sunday & monday but as it stands i am sicker than ever. welp.

[like-sands-of-time]

Idk this is just personal but Rey being light itself, the balance to bens darkness, etc etc doesn't have to mean she believes the Jedi code? Like,,,, at all? It's actually kind of irrelevant really. If either of them holds any weight on Jedi beliefs it's Ben who studied them for ten years.

This is a girl who for her entire childhood survived. Not like Ben did, but Survived. She went hungry. She went without. She survived it, and came through with the instincts and skills to back her up.

A girl like that, Light and Good as I believe she is, is gonna be a bit less *gasp* *faint* about the concepts surrounding "darkness" and even the concept of death in general. All of them, really.

I don't believe she'd like the Jedi code at all frankly, and find it ridiculously stifling and judgemental and very hypocritical.

I also don't think she'd cry herself to sleep at night about the concept of killing someone. Not someone dying that she cares about but that she killed someone by her own hands. Perhaps that is entirely just me, but her will to survive would be strong. I think that when people throw in her not having etiquette or eating like a pig or not having a formal education in fics it's accurate but done in a sweet way. It's cute. Anything they do is cute, but it's an easy fix type situation.

But how about a Rey who has her own moral code that she sticks to (just like Ben that's familiar !!) And they're both morally grey, one leaning dark and the other leaning light, but definitely meeting in the middle. None of this Rey is a pure maiden saint stuff though you can use those concepts.

She was already a badass with a staff and it's hardly like she had sparring buddies. She Survived. We of course have to assume what that means but I assume that means she's a badass main character who isn't going to pull her punches when it comes to eliminating evil in the galaxy. She's not gonna let rapists or murderers go just because "it wouldn't be right to kill" she's gonna do it herself. I see her and her Light as Mother and vengeance.. willing and able to protect all those she cares for. Which includes Ben btw

[nerosdayinanime]

wanna make my own kny httyd au

[le-panda-chocovore]

J'ai recommencé L'ère des cristaux depuis le début mais j'ai peur... Si je revois Phantom Quartz je vais pleurer. Genre, instant cry.

[prettyemerie]

Your place will always be here, on your knees, worshipping me forever and always.