#boy farts

[nobathroombreak]

For some reason I keep imagining Eren having bad gas but only Mikasa noticing him acting weirdly suspicious, nervous and quiet, and for some reason the two have to be hidden in an enclosed space together quietly, when she realizes why he's so embarrassed and nervous. He struggling to hold it in, as his rectum groans with the sheer pressure of all that gas. Mikasa can hear him grunt, whimper, and swear under his breath, as quietly as he can, all the while odd, guttural gurgles appear to be coming from his lower stomach. Maybe eventually he loses control, and to keep their hiding place hidden, Mikasa has to place her hands on Eren's rear to muffle the sounds, feeling that hot air blow against her palms, dirtying his pants and the air with the stench, as his face is bright red, long dark hair covering part of it.

I’m sorry this is so fucking hot im losing my mind.

Eren had changed. His emotions and thoughts, once so accessible to her, remain locked up now, and the gap only grows as Eren gets older, his face maturing, his hair growing longer, to his jaw. But, despite this, Mikasa can still tell he’s acting weird today. It all started with that seafood dish that Niccolo prepared for them. Sasha had, of course, gorged herself. Eren had eaten a bit slower, but he still had two plates of buttered lobster, collard greens, mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli. After he finished the meal, Mikasa saw him grimace, patting his stomach and stifling a burp.

After, they had an important military meeting to attend, so the Survey Corp made themselves presentable in their green uniforms and endured the tedium of old men arguing over politics. Mikasa sat straight-backed. Eren slouches. Suddenly, a low watery gurgle like a clogged pipe sounds from Eren’s stomach. Mikasa looks over. He’s staring straight ahead, but there’s a worried little pout creasing his face, his ears are red, and a hand is on his belly. Mikasa blinked. Was he still hungry? Then, Eren catches her eye and looks away, his cheeks reddening. It didn’t sound like a hunger pang; it sounded like the noise Mikasa’s bowels make right before she...

Oh. He needs to…

Trying not to be too conspicuous, she glances at Eren again. He’s tapping his foot. Sweat beads at his forehead. Low rumbles like distant thunder coming from his tortured gas-filled bowels. A cute blush stains his face. She tries to give him privacy by paying attention to the military meeting. Something other than Eren’s plight catches her attention; one of the higher ups is mentioning a report on all the soldiers in the Survey Corp. This report would determine the Survey Corps future budget.

An hour later and Mikasa’s quietly testing the door knob to the higher up’s office.

“What are you doing?” Eren asks in a hushhed voice behind her.

“I’m reading the report,” Mikasa says, swinging the door open. She enters the sparsely decorated office. Eren follows her, a bit stiffly, more of a waddle than a walk.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Eren says.

“We need to know what we need to improve on,” Mikasa says.

Eren suddenly winces, his stomach moaning, chock full of pent-up farts, struck with a terrible case of the bubble guts.

Mikasa’s attentive ears catch a noise; steps outside the door. Quickly, she moves, grabbing Eren by the shirt and shoving him into the closet. She shuts the door behind them, locking them in darkness. Through the crack in the closet door, she watches Levi enter. His senses are just as sharp as hers and he looks around suspiciously. She’s flush with Eren, her chest pressed to his, his leg between her thighs, their arms not knowing where to go or what to do. Eren is not doing so well. One hand is doing furious circles on his churning lower stomach, gas moving from his intestines and inflating his rectum, only stoppered by his taut little hole.

Fuck, Eren says almost silently, fuck, fuck, fuck. His face is bright red with embarrassment and frustration at the prospect of holding it in another second, containing his gas for just a little bit more. He whimpers, squirming, his poor stomach groaning, so insanely upset from that seafood. Mikasa suspects that he had never had been this gassy in his entire life.

“Hold it in, Eren,” she whispers. She puts a hand on his bloated belly, feeling the gas swirl inside, the boy holding off on ripping ass only with pure willpower (and seriously clenched buttcheeks, quivering with strain). Eren does something surprising. He grunts, a small “eh” that makes him sound like a wounded animal. He’s shaking now, full-bodied, as he begins to lose control. Urgent hot farts are building at his exit, and Mikasa knows he doesn’t have much longer till he blows.

She peers through the crack. Levi is heading out, casting one last look behind him before he left. She hears his footsteps in the hallway. Eren groans, sounding close to tears. It’s strange to see him this way. This… vulnerability had been hidden from her for so long. It makes her love him even more. And right now he’s suffering, gas cramps killing him, stomach bloating, farts trapped indefinitely. She would have to release him from his punishment.

“He’s gone,” Mikasa says and with those two words, Eren explodes.

BRRRPLPRRRPPLLLRRPPTTT!

Eren’s ass sings, a huge rumbling fart that quakes the wall of the closet, Eren going nearly crossed eyed with relief, his mouth hanging open, a brilliant blush splashed across his face, finally ripping major ass after holding it in all day. The smell is oppressive and putrid, festering in his gut since lunch. Mikasa puts her hand over her nose and Eren squeezes his eyes shut as if he can’t take the embarrassment, whimpering as another gas bubble makes its way to his exit, a guttural gurgle coming from his bowels.

PLLLRRRRPPPPPP! PRRT! BRLPPP! BRP!

“Ohhhh,” Eren sighs as beefy machine gun fire farts blast out of him, snapping flatly against the wooden. Mikasa can’t believe his perky ass is making these rude noises. Eren grunts again and farts for the third time.

PSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH…

A quiet but deadly eases out past his asscheeks, warming his white trousers and immediately choking Mikasa with its rotten stench. She coughs and Eren mumbles an apology. She opens the closet door, stumbling out.

PRRT-PLRMP-BRAP-POOOT

Farts pop out of Eren with every step. He keeps saying how sorry he is, and Mikasa stops him with a hug.

BLRP!

Forcing another gassy expulsion out by pressing on his belly, but Eren hugs her back.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s natural,” Mikasa says.

“It’s still embarrassing,” Eren says, still tomato red.

“At least Jean wasn’t here,” Mikasa says. “You would never live it down.”

Eren smiles weakly. They leave the room, Eren finally relieved of lunch’s revenge.

(yall this prompt was so good, like omggg need more prompts like this)

[secretremdead]

first time posting on fart fetish tumblr with some gross wingstop fueled farts !! i hope u guys enjoy <3

18+ only, no minors under any circumstances

[tightjeans4me32053]

James here from Jennings Florida USA where are all the guys who sniff lick and eat tight jean country boy booties at?? Need a nose and face of this this morning sniffing what heaven has to offer and eating it out.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Trans rights you fuckers. Y’all know who you are.

Just clogging your tags before you can clog the toilets with all your shit. No need to thank me, terfs <3

[blubstaxy]

Trying on some old leggings. How do they look 🐷👀

[yoshizilla-rhedosaurus]

This gassy Pokeboy pair of flatulent champions from the Hoenn region celebrate the 10th anniversary of Pokemon ORAS that doubles as the extra birth night for the original games for which they happen to be based on!

This amazing picture by DrawfulS of Steven and Wallace farting together is definitely something I never thought I would see in years yet it shows how well gassy Pokeboys can work with the way they're letting loose together!

[wizardofwizz]

jamrock's finest

[genisflyingkites]

The boy and the heron fanart. This movie means a lot to me I saw it early thanks to my friend and guys it’s so good. I love it a lot and I think it’s a beautiful message Miyazaki has to artist and young people. He’s saying don’t try to continue legacy or be perfect or the next Miyazaki live life he felt he wasted his. Read a book, spend time with your loved ones, and make friends. Life is more than our passions and careers. Which is what I needed to hear y’all will love it

[gainerboyjames]

CW: farts

I’m a big ball of gas rn and it feels so good 😮‍💨

[da-janela-lateral]

I see plenty Dad Reigen out there but where are my Dimples exhibiting weird uncle behavior

[tightjeans4me32053]

Looking for guys to get their mouth all over me to smell lick and eat my pits crotch ass and feet love guys that enjoy my all natural boy stink and flavor.

[bellygrows7]

First post 🐷

[qarameiio]

he's so listening to 5 Seconds of Summer as im lying on my stomach giggling to my friends over the phone about a boy core

[dasniffer]

Spooning with a bloated gassy sub, cuddling and squeezing them and holding them close while they are desperately holding in their farts.

Pressing and rubbing their stomach, moaning in their ear that they would feel better if they let out some pressure. Watching them blush, as they fart uncontrollably.

[blubstaxy]

Belly time!