#sbd on crack

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

imagine being fyodor’s and dazai’s prison guard🫠 like bringing them food or smth like that. the tension!! the banter😩

😌💪💀💀Ahh yes it would be classic family drama show. BUT LIKE

Fyodor: ASHJDF2443221DDSF

Dazai: DSFHSDJI2343

Y/N: What the fuc-

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Fyodor: pass me the salt *Dazai throws salt*

Dazai: Pass me the egg *Fyodor throws egg*

Y/N: What the fuc-

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Dazai: Y/NNNN AM BOREDDDD

Fyodor: So am I

Y/N: I am not

Dazai: SDJF 32 AJ23K

Fyodor: YOU LIL SHI-

Y/N: 😃

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Fyodor:😃👉🚪🙌✍️ 💅🐁 🐀

Dazai: 👉🙄👈 😡✌️ 🤞🕵️🐈

Y/N: How do you even talk in emojis?

Dazai and Fyodor: 🤷💁

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For all I know is that the talks wouldn't be pg.

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Dazai: Y/N you look great in those clothes

Fyodor: Agreed but you would look better in

Y/N: 🤨 

Dazai and Fyodor: Prision clothes *dazai fingerguns*

Y/N: I dont get paid enough for this

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But if you find these mf attractive oh lord

imagination THAT IS YOUR CREATION🖐️😔💪💀

All i know is that all three of you need therapy🏃🚶👹

[bootybest]

Cole’s Cavern

You were walking down the hall, on your way out of school when Cole stops you in the hallway. He was a popular dude in the wrestling team who won almost every match.

“I’ll give you $20 if you beat me in a match” He says cockily. “What if I lose?” You reply. “Then you lose. You don’t owe me a dime.” He winks at you and it’s hard not to accept his offer. You needed some money and worst case scenario you lose a wrestling match.

You follow Cole into the school’s gym and set down your backpack. You walk over to the wrestling mat setup in the middle and start to stretch

Cole is on the other side, already in position to start. You finish your stretches and also get into position. It’s a little awkward since Cole’s wearing his singlet while you’re just in some casual clothes

“Ready?” He asks you. You nod your head and he starts to count down.

3

2

1

Go!

Cole runs at you and immediately pushes you to the ground. He smiles as he holds you down for a couple seconds, then declares his victory. You couldn’t even put up a fight, he’s much stronger and faster than you.

“Alright, time for your side of the bet.” He starts to chuckle as he rearranges so that he’s stomach down kn the mat, and grabs your head with his thighs. You’re confused and try to escape, but he has you tight

“And for the fun part.” He laugh as he starts to unzip his singlet, revealing his nasty, sweaty butt. You try even harder to escape, but it’s useless.

Cole starts to lower your head into his crack slowly. The smell starts to hit you and you gag slightly. Cole just chuckles as your face gets closer and closer. Soon, the tip of your nose is touching his cheeks

Suddenly, he slams your face deep into his ass and laughs as he twists his hips left to right, sinking your nose even deeper. “How’s it smell? But it’s great since I haven’t showered since the last tournament.” You start to cough at his raw smell alone

“Just wait little dude, it’s gonna get a whole lot worse.” He chuckles and you can heart his stomach start to rumble. He twists your head as deep as it can go into his ass, and then-

BRRRRRRPPPPPPOO

He sighs in relief as he crushes your head with his legs. The smell is absolutely horrible and you immediately start to gag. You push back against him, but his legs hold you in place. It starts to get hotter in his crack “Oh no buddy, you’re not leaving here for a while.”

FFFFRRRRRTTTTT

Another fart hits you straight in the face. You feel your eyes start to water and you don’t know how much longer you can last. You start to claw at his chest, but he uses his hands to hold your arms down. “Double trouble for trying to escape bro.”

BBBBBRRRRRTTTTT

FFFRRRRRRPPPP

You start to get light headed from the fumes, and your mind starts racing. You try to figure a way out, but get distracted when a smell starts to hit your nose. It’s worse than anything from today and you realize he’s releasing a long SBD up your nose. You struggle to keep your eyes open until- “Lick my hole or it’s gonna get a lot worse” You’re shocked by his words and refuse. “You asked for it bro.”

BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTPPPPPPPP

A powerful fart vibrates the tip of your nose, and you think it lasts 20 seconds. You refuse to stick your tongue out and he starts to countdown. “Come on bro, you’re not gonna like what’s next if you don’t. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1… Alright man, your funeral.”

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTT

A minute long fart comes from his ass and straight into your nose. You start to pass out halfway through but he continues. He keeps you in his cavern for a couple minutes, letting go of his gas. He groans and uses his hands to shake your head in his ass. He sighs as he stands up and takes off his singlet, stuffing it in your mouth. He chuckles as he takes a picture on your phone. He leaves you a text

“Meet me here every Friday until you win a match. Or else..”

You dread going to school for the rest of the year

[fartlovingblkguy69]

The Little Men’s Toilet Slave Part 2

And with that he turned around and I got to see the most magnificent ass. It was big and round, muscular with a nice layer of fat and hairy as fuck! I’ve never seen an ass so hairy before! This is the type of ass that I ordinarily would have wanted to bury my face deep in and rim for hours but given what I knew was about to happen I wanted to throw up! This was made worse by the fact that when he bent over teasingly, I was assaulted by a smell akin to hot sewage mixed with garlic and there were stains and dingleberries all throughout his filthy forest of a crack. As he backed up to my face he reached back and further spread his cheeks allowing me to see his hole underneath a thick ring of fur and his hole opened and pushed out, releasing a nasty sbd before slamming his hole down on my nose. Fssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh “Ah, I need to get rid of some more gas before I open the flood gates or else I’ll drown our new toilet bitch and then he’ll be no use to anyone! Let me see the footage we’ve shot so far while I relieve myself!” he said rubbing his aching, bloated stomach. He sat there farting away with his filthy hair hole sucking my nose in and constantly dripping a sample of the sludge that was about to fill my mouth into my nostrils. It was getting harder with each fart for him not shit all over me. I could tell, but he wanted to drag this out as long as possible and to be quite frank I was in no hurry to get to the main even myself. Finally after half an hour he slowly stood up and groaned “Open your mouth toilet! It’s time! I really can’t hold it anymore! If I smell or spill any of this I swear to God I’m gonna vomit all over your cute face and i don’t want that so after I make you swallow I’ll let Josh (the hot asf blond guy from earlier) and his boys stomp the fuck out of you! This can go easy or it can be extremely painful! Your choice!” He gently patted my stomach and started to sit back down. I reluctantly opened my mouth and watched in horror as before he was even seated his hole seemed to spasm and out pushed the biggest pile of slop I’ve ever seen! It was soft, lumpy shit, not quite liquid, but definitely nowhere near solid and it stunk like rotten eggs that had been left under the burning sun for days! It quickly filled my mouth and with much effort Kyle managed to pull his hairy hole shut. “Hurry up and swallow that! There’s so much more inside me and I will let it out all over your face if I have to! Don’t chew, just swallow! You can savor my shit another time! I’m in too much pain right now!” I struggled to swallow, my throat burning and closing, gagging and trying not explosively throw up the toxic waste that was in my mouth and nostrils and felt like it was penetrating every part of my being. He slapped my stomach and said “Round 2! Here it comes in 5 seconds and remember what happens if it doesn’t end up in your mouth!” I hurriedly swallowed and opened my mouth right as the next blast came bursting out. This continued for 6 mouthfuls over the course of the next 40 minutes with many wet farts in between each torrent of loose, sludgy shit. Finally he exclaimed “Damn that felt great to let out! I can’t believe how much better I feel! You can’t imagine how much pain I was in! Now lick me clean!” as I sat there and thought to myself, You were in pain? What about me you piece of shit! You narcissistic asshole! What the hell is wrong with you? But I knew better than to say any of that so I just lay there licking his entire crack clean in silence before moving to his disgusting hole. He smiled down at me and affectionately rubbed my very full, very bloated belly. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good helper! I can’t wait to give it to you later! I think you’ll like it! In the meantime I gotta get back to filming! Anyone else need a bathroom break with the new toilet?” Of course there stood Josh with an evil smirk on his face. Here we go again! (To Be Continued)

[pumpkingas]

Eprocto thoughts abt spooky creatures (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

Tw: Dub/con, Necrophilia ?(Cuz... Zombies)

Zombie 🧟

Literally unable to control their bowels, being dead you don't have the most control over your body...

That sloppy loose spinchter would absolutely collect air, causing constant windy farts, and even though they function as on-command farts the smell would still be HORRID from simply passing through zombie cheeks.

Skin is probably rotting which is gross HOWEVER... It'd be extra soft and elastic, you could knead it like dough, maybe help work some of that trapped air out??

Maybe they're sentient but still hungry?? Maybe you're a zombie lover and collect piles of rotting meat from the dumpsters behind grocery stores to take to your zombie pal?? Maybe they over indulge and lie down with a huge bulging gut that stretches way beyond living limits??? Maybe bubbly farts slip out of their ass as they groan and pant??? Maybe all the blood from that red meat sends them into a burping fit???

Werewolf 🌕

I think we can all agree werewolf diets are GNARLY, if not for being their soulmate/Luna/omega (and so on and so forth), they'd probably eat YOU if given the chance. Expect your freezer to be emptied out obviously, but also your refrigerator and cabinets. Raw meat, deli meat and nut bars will start to go missing, but soon it will be sauce bottles, leftovers with freezer burn, jars of olives and all kinds of pickled foods. Their breath will quickly smell like vomit if you don't own a werewolf proof kiddie gate.

Although they have stomachs of steel and likely wouldn't experience stomach troubles or bloating, you'll quickly become witness to the nastiest farts ever released into the atmosphere. They'd range from loud and quick duck quacks to long rumbling motor engine farts. The smell might not compare to rotting meat levels but werewolf stench will NEVER leave you, it will singe your nose hairs, coat your walls, sink into your fabrics, even soak into leather, like a skunk gone wrong.

Even if they're in their human form that ass is still going to be COVERED in hair, no matter the age, gender, sex, whatever, what's a wereWOLF without its fur? And how willing are you to spend hours helping a gassy werewolf wash the jungle in-between their fat cheeks?

If you're in its pack or are at least a candidate to join you HAVE to be scented, can't walk around like you're just anyone's human! Maybe it's a thrilling loving process where your werewolf lover sits on your naked form and carefully pushes fart after fart onto each and every body part of yours. Or maybe it's a secretive process from a werewolf that hasn't revealed itself yet, helping with the laundry just to rub your clothing against their crack, working up a sweat so they can drain the sweat drops into your body spray, shampoo and lotion. Taking a nap with your toothbrush between their ass so each bristle will be stained with their scent...

Vampires 🦇

Farts are quiet and SBDs are frequent but not mandatory, usually their gas releases in sort of a hum that vibrates whatever they're sitting on or laying against. Perhaps they have a form of fart echolocation, maybe you've planned a surprise party for a vampire as they got bored of birthdays after their 121st, and instead of reaching for the light switch they just begin to let out bubbly farts as they move around their home.

If you offer your neck to a vampire you better be aware of your diet, if the vampires lactose intolerant you better watch your dairy, if they're sensitive to raw vegetables you'd better cook yours thoroughly, and for the love of anything don't give a vegan vampire your meat eater blood, unless of course you'd like to see them grasp at their stomach and groan, releasing uncharacteristically loud farts and moaning shamelessly...

Suppose this is a vampire that's taken a liking to you, naturally you'll begin to bond with them and it'd intensify after each bite, but the thing is, there isn't exactly a limit to human devotion. One day a vampire could be nothing but someone you cross on the street who makes your heart flutter with no memory of what occurred the night before, and a year later that vampire could be your beloved owner that only speaks to you in commands, whenever they need a chair you're bending over before they can finish their sentence, and when the smell of their own gas begins to bother them how could you not dive between their cheeks and smell it?

[joonberriess]

would you ever be interested in having an ex-husband!jk and ex-wife oc from exes to lovers again? like they divorced for some reason, they're on good terms for the kid/s but they both still love each other and when jk returns the kids one night and they insist he stays until they sleep, jk and oc reminisce and things happen after the kids sleep? and it just continues until they both realise their feelings or maybe she winds up pregnant by him again for drama purposes idk ✨️

okay messy story come thruuuuu i see you lmao, jkjk but im highly interested in this, i haven’t really ever delved deep into a trope like exes to lovers given that my sbd au is simply a crack au more than anything lol bUT this captures my attention a lot. i can imagine jk and oc having really soft spots for eachother and their kids are like “can you guys just get back together already????” cute cute!

[tealmisthams]

Ahhh I have to ask another that last Drabble was so good! For kiss roulette can you do number 38 please for fivesoka 👀💕

Thanks for another request! I hope you enjoy! 💙

Also posted on Ao3 here.

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Prompt 38: A kiss while one party is carried

Fives’ heart pounded in his ears as he sprinted across the battlefield.

He’d been so focused on his own section of the firefight that, even though he’d taken note when the Jedi had engaged General Grievous, that piece of information had fallen to the back of his mind as he focused on the battle droids around him.

He’d been crouched with Tup behind the cover of a broken slab of concrete, when the flashing of green and blue lightsabers caught his eye. In the heartbeat that he glanced towards the Jedi, he caught the moment when Grievous struck and Ahsoka fell.

Fives felt as though his breath had been knocked from his lungs and his body subconsciously transitioned into autopilot. There was no longer time for precautions. Six SBDs remained in front of him and the ARC trooper swiftly dispatched them with six precise shots of his DC-17s.

Then he took off across the battlefield, his vision tunneling on the location where he’d last seen Ahsoka. Fives barely noticed the enemies that attempted to block him. He jumped, twisted, and discharged his blasters, disabling the oncoming droids without even thinking about it.

Finally, he made it to the open area where he’d last seen the Jedi. Grievous was long gone, as were Skywalker and Kenobi. Fives activated his rangefinder and frantically swept the clearing. There.

His breath finally returned when he spotted a figure behind a pile of rubble that matched the commander’s size. He’d found her, but that didn’t mean she was alright. He charged across the open area, not even bothering to check that there were no other enemies nearby.

Fives rounded the rubble pile and his heart leapt into his throat. Ahsoka was lying on her back, unconscious. A cauterized gash stretched across her right thigh and several cuts streaked her face.

Throwing off his helmet, Fives dropped to his knees beside her.

“Commander!” he gasped.

When she didn’t respond, he pressed two fingers to the pulse point on her neck and exhaled with relief when he felt her heartbeat.

The air around him had gone still, and Fives realized that the battle must have ended or at least paused for now. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed as such when he saw that his brothers had emerged from their cover and he could no longer spot any standing battle droids.

“Kix, get over here!” he shouted, as soon as he spotted the medic, not even bothering to use their comm channel.

Without waiting to see if Kix heard him, he turned back to Ahsoka, who still lay unconscious in front of him. Carefully, he lifted her into his lap, cradling her upper body with one of his arms. His heart clenched when she still didn’t stir.

“Commander, wake up.” He felt his voice threatening to crack as he spoke. “Ahsoka, please.”

Suddenly her blue eyes flew open and she nearly jumped out of his arms, but he held her where she was. Her eyes darted rapidly around her, trying to determine what had happened. Then her gaze found Fives’ and she seemed to deflate; she likely would have fallen over, if she weren’t being held up by his embrace.

“Fives?” she asked weakly. “What happened?”

“Grievous got you,” he told her. Then he released a ragged breath. “You di’kut, Ahsoka, you need to be more careful,” he tried to scold, but he couldn’t control the shaking in his voice.

“Says the ARC trooper running around a battlefield without a helmet on,” she countered. She reached up to brush the backs of her knuckles against his cheek, sending shivers through him under his armor.

“Commander, are you alright?” Kix’s approach saved Fives from having to respond.

“I’m fine, Kix,” Ahsoka responded calmly, her voice now having regained some of its usual strength.

“That’s good to hear.” The tension in the medic’s shoulders seemed to ease slightly at her reassurance. “Will you be alright until we make it back to base?”

“Of course. Thank you, Kix.”

“Yes, sir. I can send someone over to help you walk back-”

“No, I got it,” Fives interrupted.

“If you say so, Fives.” The medic raised his hands as if in surrender, then turned to continue cataloging the company’s casualties.

“Can you help me up, so I can walk?” Ahsoka asked, glancing up at Fives.

He flashed her a half-smile. “Nope.”

He grabbed his helmet from where it had fallen beside him and clipped it to his left hip. Then, keeping one arm around Ahsoka’s shoulders and hooking the other under her knees, he stood, lifting her with him. He’d never carried her before, but he wasn’t at all surprised at how light she was.

“I was being careful, you know,” she muttered, as he began walking.

Fives couldn’t help but chuckle. “And not at all reckless?”

“Well…”

He laughed again when she hesitated and scrunched her nose.

Then he sighed. “Just try not to get hurt next time. Please?”

She looked up at him and something flashed across her blue eyes, though he wasn’t certain what it was.

“Fine,” she agreed, after a moment. “Only for you.”

“I’ll take it.”

An unfamiliar warmth swelled in his chest and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. She sighed and leaned her head against his chest, and he held her a little tighter as he carried her the rest of the way back to their base.

[kwiiwi1]

Kora rot teehee 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 (eprocto warning fr fr)

Kora being the designated driver for Lavenrose's tour this time, and like having to drive the group up the country for a few performances on their tour

and the entire time he's bloated and gassy, his stomach keeps making constant empty low groans that sound like a dying whale, like bro prays to god several times that the layers of clothes he has on muffle the sounds of his upset stomach

then like while he's driving everyone's fallen asleep in the van and he's the only one awake and god he's so sore and stuffed and shit I can't hold it

and he's like "fuck I cant keep doing this anymore"

so he checks that the coast is clear before cracking the windows down a few (it's cold outside), turning on the aircon and carefully carefully starts ripping ass

it begins as small soft farts that sputter out against the chair and make small bubbly noises that kora can't help but moan at because it's so fucking relieving and it feels so good and shit

he keeps shuffling around in the chair as he slowly let's go while he drives, occasionally leaning forward in the drivers seat so that his poor tummy presses up against the wheel and he rips long hissing SBD's that make him feel all warm and toasty

occasionally fanning his nose when it wafts up because his brand suddenly becomes too overwhelming and groaning in disgust (fr this kind of shit makes me 😫😫😫😫😫)

his farts becoming more bassier and almost vibrating the chair as he continues ungh 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

Kora's so whiny and huffy as he does, panting quietly so as to not disturb the other 7 sleepy lovers in the van with him

and sometimes he has to burp, so he muffles it with a closed fist as they rumble out very loudly against his hand before he moves it back to rub his sore stomach

pressing his fingers in and around and up and down into the bloated organ as he whimpers in pain because he doesn't want to do it alone but he'd rather not wake up the others and embarass himself for the sake of getting cuddles and much needed relief

and eventually he stinks up the van with the smell of spoiled milk, rotten eggs and burnt coffee and the windows are all fogged up and he's so embarrassed but he can't stop because there's just so much to get out of his system 😫😫😫😫😫

like nerves + coffee + most of the shit they're eating on the road does not go well for Kora's tummy the poor dude

but eventually he figures out how to unfog the windows and mostly vent the van of the stinkiness from his dumb ass

meanwhile Harper's at the very back of the van probably going like

"omfg 😳😳😳😳😳"

because Kora has never been this openly bloated and gassy in front of the members and she finds it kinda cute and endearing but also not really yknow

[ly0nstea]

Me whenever sbd says Azula got a chance to redemption in the comics but she wasted it all away bc she just can't resist being evillll

Whatever they smoke is much worse than crack my friend

[keithyzz]

DAMN </3

Okay uhh how about 3 for Akito :3c

3. Any appearance headcanons (piercings, hair, style, skintone, etc.)!

OKAY so pretty sure this man wakes up at the ass crack of dawn so he definitely has eyebags...

Ik he already has piercings but I'm thinking more of like his card from uhhh burn my soul

I think the green highlights from his sbd card look real good so I like to imagine he actually has it... OH and his fes card where the roots are darker looks good too I like to imagine his hair is originally brown like Ena's but he dyes it to look hip idk

Also they make him like paper white there's no way this man who's out like all day long doesn't have a tan come on now

[shockwave-princess]

Not sure if this got passed around on here already - but found some "remastered" tracks from DVDA in 2000. This is the first time I've been able to listen to them without it sounding like it was recorded from 100 yards away lmaooo

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Thinking about a student s/o whose friend see her with Chuuya when he’s doing something expensive or like idk and after that they’re like "Wtf aren’t you supposed to be broke ?"

not really a request I just wanted to say it somewhere.

Honestly, thats a cool idea if you think about it. Like??? Normal student Y/N to tired to self care makes her image broke and the next moment the mean girls trio see her and her boyfriend at idk? A 5 star icecream parlour?(Trust me, where I live, Icecream parlors ARE SO EXPENSIVE) Arcade? 5 Star hotel's resturant? OR A FUN PLAY AREA LIKE TRAMPOLINE PARK? MAYBE A BAND'S CONCERT???

Like hear me out: Chuuya literally never thinks a second for making a payment for you, and it breaks him everytime when you pay for your stuff but he DOESNT stop you from doing it because He wishes you would be independent and that he respects your decision.

yk those secretive meets with an artist and there are handful of ppl in the room with the artist? Yeah think of that and:

Singer: Thank you for coming today, Let me get my guitar.

People wishpering: BLAH BLAH BLAH (its not important here anyways)

Rich girl 1: wishpers Arent that Y/N???

Rich girl 2: She is???

Rich girl 3: Y/n arent you suppose to be broke to afford this smirks

Y/N: Yeah yall dumb

Chuuya: Sorry am late

Rich girl 2: Whispering She probably takes money from her boyfriend

Rich girl 3: Ngl he's hot

Y/N: Noo worries, Brother would be here any moment

Rich girl 1: Naw She's trippin

Singer: ANyways ThIS soNG is fOR mY SibLINg Y/N

ok so i lost creativity in the scene but HEAR ME OUT an alternative scene where Y/N and Dazai and Chuuya are there and the girls make comment smthg smthg and:

Chuuya: Do they know you work part time in the mafia

Y/N: If they knew, they wouldnt be alive rn

Dazai: YK, Its not illegal to murder someone if it means as an act of defense.

THIS THOUGHT WOULD BE THE TYPICAL FANFIC HC but dazai being like a sibling to y/n>>>>

Personally I think rather then the 'older brother' aura, Dazai would be a 'Younger Brother who cant spell apple' Kind of brother and 10/10 steal Y/N from Chuuya or rather kidnap her during their date.

Hide and seek Y/N edition.

[fartlovingblkguy69]

Aromatherapy (Continuing a Story from Nifty.org)

A link to the story I'm continuing: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/aromatherapy

Part 1

I waited 10 minutes before leaving. I was shaking with anticipation. i had never been so excited in my whole life. He was already pulled around waiting in a 2018 GMC Sierra Crew Cab. "Get in. This isn't a free ride by the way. You can either give me gas money or get down there and sniff my gas. It's a 30 minute drive, maybe longer since it's about to be rush hour. Your choice". There wasn't even a question. I quickly climbed in the passenger side and laid down while he rose up and lowered his basketball shorts. He was wearing stained gray boxer briefs with a wet stain on the back and a big golden brown streak going up the crack. They smelled like a sweaty toilet seat. He quickly sat down and ground his fat ass around my face until my nose was right in the middle of his crack. He reached back, spreading his cheeks and pressing down until my nose was pushing the dirty undies into his hole and his ass enveloped my face. "Ah, that's it. Your nose feels great in my nasty hole. I'm still sweaty from that sauna and I just took the most massive shit so your nose is going to have to scratch that itch." He ground his ass on my face some more as we pulled out of the parking lot. We stopped at every red light on the way to the highway. It took 45 minutes to get to his place. I could smell the fresh shit around his hairy hole and he kept letting out the worst SBDs the whole way laughing each time and rubbing it in on my nose. Finally we got there and he pulled up his shorts and got out. I sat up and made my way out as well. The house was huge and there were 3 other vehicles in the driveway, 2 SUVs and another pickup. We made our way inside and he took me straight to the living room. "I'm hungry so I'm going to make myself something to eat. Get down on the floor with your head in that seat over there and I'll be back" pointing to the comfy chair in the corner. I quickly obeyed and was waiting quietly in the dark when suddenly this handsome young man walked in texting on his iPhone Xr. He had on only a jockstrap that was bulging. He looked to be about 25 maybe and he had a perfect amount of muscle, nice arms, legs, firm pecs, with a little bit of a chiseled but bloated belly and a nice happy trail. He launched himself ass first into the chair I had my face waiting in and oh boy was it a nice one. Nice smooth golden cheeks with a very hairy crack that smelled like a long day with several unshowered before it. Once he had sat down he quickly realized there was something under him but instead of getting up he just farted loudly and wetly. PRRRBBBBBBTTTTTT. "Ah. That felt good. I don't smell a thing. Pops must have gotten a new fart cushion. Awesome! Especially after all those burritos had for lunch. The cheese and beans is really fucking my stomach up." He sat on my face for 10 minutes letting let out several sbds and loud wet releases while rubbing his sexy belly and really ground his wet hole into my face before spreading his cheeks to let out a huge shart. SSSSSSRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT. My nose was sprayed with hot air and speckles of shit "Whew that was nasty. Think I felt a little shit come out on that one. Pops will have a fit if I stained his favorite chair! He might even make me his fart cushion again! Definitely don't need that torture!" He shot up and turned around bending down to make sure he hadn't made a mess of the seat. While he did I got to see more of his handsome face. He had a perfect chiseled jaw, beautiful mischievous eyes, and a thin, long nose (think Daniel Croix with green eyes). I licked my lips as he finally got to inspecting me. "Nice. It all went on you huh, cutie? Well plenty more where that came from" He said with a chuckle. He let out a bubbling fart into the air and sniffed. "Damn that's ripe. Why don't you open that pretty mouth for me this time just to be safe. I'll try not to take a dump in it". I shuddered at the thought as I'm not into that at all. He kindly wiped my face off looking down at me with a glint in his eye. I did as he said as he turned around and spread that perfect ass open.

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

Blake trying to release a long SBD and for the first 30 seconds shes fine only for a sharp loud shart to ring out for the last 30.

"Okay textbooks, computer, 20 cans of red bull and an entire vending machine's worth of snacks... I think I'm ready to get this assignment knocked out of the way." Blake said as she did a quick checklist of her belongings before she sat down at a table in the library and got to work. The sound of munching and chugging was uncommon in beacon's library as many of the students spent hours hunched over their personal computers and scrolls working on assignments the shouldn't have saved till the last minute.

Blake herself was enjoying all the snacks she had acquired her pudgy chip dust covered fingers tapped away at her keyboard as she cracked out line after line of words onto the page. The faunus could feel her belly rumble but gave it no real thought. Her gas was always quiet so she wouldn't be heard.

As the gas inside her brewed Blake found herself growing more and more uncomfortable as her swollen belly pressed against the table. "Gods I gotta fart..." Blake muttered under her breath as she quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed her stomachs audible gurgles. Gritting her teeth and leaning forward a bit Blake was confident she wouldn't be heard but after the first few tiny barely audible toots left her bottom the shit quite later hit the fan as a loud wet sounding fart echoed throughout the library drawing everyone's attention to the source.

Too late to stop herself Blake continued to void her bowels as she grunted and farted her gas blowing her skirt back revealing the thick padding underneath had grown brown and sagged over the sides of her chair as the faunus filled the "protective underwear" her mother had sent her. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment as she knew everyone was looking at her but her ass just wouldn't give up!

Her gassy performance lasted a whole other minute before it finally settled down and Blake felt a wave of relief wash over her body followed immediately by the revolting smell of her own mess hitting her nose. "Blegh~ Um... Sorry?" Blake said cheeks glowing crimson as she looked at the rather unamused faces of her fellow classmates. Maybe she should of just went to a Cafe to do her essay....

[joonberriess]

wait it's a dead dove fic? omg i thought it's silly theme like sbd🫢 ok im not ready if gong yoo and jk is on duel

NOOOO okok so a lot of people thot it was gonna be a crack au but no it’s a full fledged “jungkook is a obsessive weirdo who blackmails his teacher” type of story

[greenygreenland]

Tired: Omega x Platonic! Slicer! Reader

-Hi I’m back from the dead

-i write for females, keep that in mind (sorry, it's what I'm comfortable with, so I hope you understand!)

-but really, I write in 2nd POV, so you can't tell for the most part

REQUESTED

Summary: You're a former bounty hunter who's also a slicer for the GAAR. You meet Omega by chance.

Tired. That was the only thing that could describe your mental state. Being assigned to mission after mission was no fun, especially when it was solo. You were a civvie slicer, one who the GAAR hired by chance due to your reputation.

By reputation, that meant ex-mercenary-who-so-happened-to-have-a-knack-or two-for-technology. The clones were nice to you though. For the most part, they didn't care about your previous occupation because it wasn't the first time anyone's hired Bounty Hunters for the GAAR.

The low hum of the ship helped to ease your building worries. You wondered what the boys of Clone Force 99 were up to. It was no secret that you were part of the complete package. No one knew how you and them got along when you were a civvie. Being outsiders themselves, they hated anyone who wasn’t part of their group. But not you. You were different. Kind. Caring. Understanding.

That thought made you frown. You missed the boys. They had been gone for at least seven rotations without comming you once. The fact that they promised didn't help their cause either. Were they okay? Maybe one of them got hurt, or worse, killed? Maker forbid such a thing.

"They better come back to me in one piece, or I'll have them begging on their knees for forgiveness..."

Beep, beep, beep!

You jolted upright, swinging your legs out form under you as you hurriedly fumbled for the holoprojector. You tapped a button and the cockpit flooded with a soft, blue light. "Tech!" you cried. "It's been seven rotations! Why haven't you commed me?" He removed his helmet with a sheepish shrug. "We've been busy of course. And it's seven rotations and fifteen hours, meaning--"

"Yeah, yeah." you cut in with a sigh. "I don't like the idea of not coming with you guys on missions. I know you're just as capable--more if you want me to be honest--but that doesn't mean I can't worry."

There was a rustle behind Tech and he looked over his shoulder. Hunter came into view, an apologetic look in his eyes. "Sorry we didn't comm you. With all that's gone down, I wouldn't say we've had the time." You flopped down in your chair helplessly. "I know, it's just..."

Hunter smiled warmly. "Don't worry about us (Y/n)." Tech pushed up his glasses and nodded in agreement. "If there's anyone who we should be worrying about, it's you. You go on solo missions six out of nine times. We have each other but you only have yourself."

"Wow, I feel so much better Tech." You sarcastically muttered. "Speaking of mission, I'm on my next one."

Hunter knitted his brows. "Where?"

"Skako Minor."

"Skako Minor?" they echoed. You nodded. "Something strange is going on there. According to Rex, the Seppie battle plans have been drawn exactly like the ones he used to do with Echo--that’s one of his men." You recalled the face of that fallen soldier. He was always so sweet to you, giving a wave whenever you passed and smiling as brightly as he could. To say you missed the poor boy was an understatement.

"Isn't Skako Minor under the Techno Union?" inquired a coiled voice. Crosshair made his way into the frame and unceremoniously squeezed himself between his brothers. "You better not be going alone." You waved it off. "Even if I did, it’s fine. I can take care of myself.”

“Like the time you nearly fried yourself with a loose wire on that rock in the Outer Rim? Yeah, I don’t think so.” You averted your gaze to the side in embarrassment. No one needed to remind you of that rookie mistake. You could have gotten yourself killed. The watts were off the chart there. “That was one time. I’m a master at this stuff, don't worry. And besides, Cody, Rex, Jesse, and Kix are with me." Cross's brows shot up. "You're working with regs?"

"Don't worry, they're seasoned soldiers from the 501st.” That was the truth, and you meant it. Working under Rex for months made it clear to you. During that time, he taught you a thing or two about mechanics. “General Skywalker’s men are more than capable. So is Cody."

Cross looked doubtful, and you couldn't blame him. This was enemy territory you were sneaking into. It didn’t matter who you had on your side, because anyone could make a mistake.

A deep laugh echoed from over Cross’s shoulder. Wrecker set down his gonk droid, Lula in the other hand. “You guys need to have faith in (Y/n),” he reminded with a grin. “She’s smarter than me, and she’s always kept up with us. Is there anything she can’t do?” Tech pushed his glasses up with a challenging look. “Uh, actually--”

“Just be careful.” Hunter concluded. “We want to see you back in one piece.” You nodded in understanding. “Copy that, Sarge.” He smiled, and it was filled with unsaid words of care. Cross sent you a nod, eyes all mushy and soft while Tech knitted his brows together worriedly. Wrecker grinned, and it was so bright that it could have blinded you.

“Same goes to you Batchers,” you stated seriously. “Come back to me in one piece, or I’ll come over there and kill you myself.” Tech looked like he wanted to comment on that, but he sensed the shift in mood and kept his mouth shut. You memorised their faces as best as you could. It would be a while until you saw them next.

The hologram flickered out and the soft glow of blue hues disappeared. The cold, dim lighting of the ship fell over you. “Well that’s that.” you muttered with a weak smile. Rex patted your shoulder comfortingly. “They really care about you.”

“Yeah. But it wasn’t always like that. I used to be a stranger too.”

The rest of the ride was spent with the occasional joke from Jesse. He made you laugh, and it helped to soothe your worries. But then the ship landed, and you were thrust into a battle zone. You were thankful Anakin made you wear heavier armour today. If he hadn’t, then you probably would have been vaporized on the spot.

“We need cover!” shouted Rex. That was a no-brainer. Being out in the open at the bottom of a ravine was not in the least tactical. “SBDs!” you called. “Twelve o’clock!”

Jesse raced past you. “Get down!” He threw an EMP. It wasn’t as effective as you hoped it would be. If the Bad Batch were here, this situation would have been completely different. You were on your own. There was no cover, save for the piles of smoking durasteel and the very armour strapped to your vulnerable limbs.

You were in a head-on battle.

“I guess we don’t have much of a choice.” You charged forward, tossing a few EMPs as you blasted away. The best you could do was nail them in the head and hope for the best. Jesse was right beside you, with Cody, Kix, and Rex following suit.

“I didn’t think you would be this daring!” called Jesse. You blasted a few droids and kicked another in the head. It fell with a clank and you smothered it in a healthy dose of blaster fire. “I wasn’t about to be bested by a couple of rust buckets!” you retorted with shake of your head. “Come on, we need to get to that tower.”

You made quick work of the droids. You were no Jango Fett, but you managed with the help of the Regs. Cody congratulated your work and motioned for the squad to continue on. “It’s obvious the enemy knows we’re here. I have my doubts on sneaking in, but perhaps we can manage...”

Past the commando droids, through the front door, then up the lift and a little further down a couple halls. Before the mission, Rex had pulled you aside to speak in private. He thought Echo was alive and that whatever was sending out those Seppie battle plans had to be him. But you weren’t about to get your hopes up. Not when so many of your friends long marched far, far away.

You stopped by a door and plugged in your datapad. “I need to slice open the door. I’m not about to challenge fate here with a charge.” Jesse nodded in understanding. “I’d rather come back with all my legs and arms, thank you very much.” He turned to keep guard as Cody stood close to your side. “Is this the control room?”

“Yes.” The door swished open and you disconnected your ‘pad from the panel. “I’ll slice the computer and retrieve the information we need. Rex, I need you for this portion.” He nodded in understanding and followed suit. You connected your datapad to the communications table. A hologram appeared, where dates and names passed by in the blink of an eye.

“You said this might be Echo.” you quietly stated. Rex nodded. “I can’t be sure, but there isn’t another explanation.” You watched as the information scrolled past at the speed of light. There wasn’t anything of use so far. Only old reports, check-ins and...

The scrolling froze. A file opened up, filling the room with a voice you wouldn’t ever forget. It was scratchy and lifeless, but you were sure it had to be the man who went KIA so long ago. “That’s...”

“Echo’s alive.” Rex affirmed. “It--it has to be him.”

“We’ve got company!” called Jesse.

You transferred the file and stuffed your ‘pad in a safe spot for keeping. “In case anything happens, I’m transferring the data over to you.” you stated. “I wouldn’t want to lose any of this.” The two of you rushed out of the room in a frenzy. Blaster fire sounded above, whizzing way over your head as you sprinted down the hall. The lift wasn’t far, only a couple metres. You just had to run a little more and--

BOOM!

Had a droid thrown a charge? You turned to Rex, eyes wide as he turned to face you. With all of the strength you could muster, you shoved him out of the way. Another BOOM!. You turned just in time to see the flash of brilliant reds and oranges.

The force threw you into the transparisteel windows, which spider-webbed out in long cracks. You were suddenly flying out of the four story building. Shards cut past your face and through your sleeves, tearing away at flesh and fabric without an ounce of mercy. If only you had a doshing jetpack.

“(Y/N)!”

You didn’t scream, but Maker did it kriffing hurt. There was a sickening crack, another blinding flash of sharp pain. You held back a cry.

Just be careful. We want you back in one piece.

Your vision faded in and out. Black blurred the galaxy as you knew it.

I'm sorry, boys.

You fell into the painful jaws of darkness.

-----

The first thing that hit your nose was the sterile smell of bacta. Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself staring at the blank ceiling of the medbay. The incessant beeping of the heart monitor caught you off guard. How hard did you fall? Much less, what did you break?

A head of dirty blonde hair peeked over the edge of your bed. Her eyes, wide with curiosity made you knit your brows together. She was young, much younger than any girl here should be. You were about to sit up, but the girl frantically straightened.

"You're not supposed to be getting up." She gently pushed you back down. "You have a lot more than a few broken bones." That was when the pain began to settle. You stilled under the thin medbay sheets. "I need to comm someone."

"Now?" the girl incredulously inquired. "You're hurt, you have to rest first." But that was the least of your problems. Where was Rex? Had he completed the mission? How long were you out? Were Jesse, Kix, and Cody alright? You winced and the girl frowned.

"If it makes you feel better, there were a few people who came to visit."

That didn't make you feel better. It meant they saw you like this, in the most vulnerable state you could ever be in. "Who are you?"

The girl pointed at herself like she'd never been asked that before. "Me?" You nodded. "I'm Omega." She smiled and it was a little shy and toothy. "You've been asleep for a while. I thought you weren't going to wake up for another day." You tensed and pursed your lips together. "How long?"

"A week, I think." Omega said. "But it's okay! You're recovering steadily." That wasn't the issue. Recovering steadily wasn't good enough because you were missing out on a mission you needed to complete. If Echo really was alive, then you had to save him. It was the least you could do after he put his life on the line for you so many times before.

"I have to..." You pushed your aching body up. "I have to go."

"No!" Omega forced you back down. "Even if you could walk, you can't fight."

"But I have to..." The look on Omega's face made you pause. She was so small, and in that little body of hers, she stored up a good amount of worry for you. How could you say no to that? A sigh escaped your lips and you begrudgingly relaxed onto the bed.

Omega's shoulders slumped in relief. "I'll get a your holoprojector." You raised a brow with a watchful eye as she scurried away. She rummaged through a lone cabinet in the corner of the room. Your clothes sat there, belt, holsters, blasters and all. Omega pulled out your holoprojector, closed the cabinets, and handed it to you.

"I washed your clothes too if you're wondering," she said with a small smile. "But don't think about going anywhere! You can't walk with broken legs."

A pit formed in your stomach. You can't walk with broken legs. That wouldn't be true if you had seen the blast. If you had ran faster. Maybe you wouldn't have ended up like this, a mess of bandages, casts, and bacta patches. If only you had seen it coming.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" You didn't question how Omega knew your name. Whoever she was, she had to be a someone to wear Kaminoan jewellery anyway. "What is it?" Your voice was quiet, sad almost. Omega played with a loose thread on her sleeve. "That was very brave of you." She stepped closer to the bed and pulled up a chair. "Captain Rex came by this morning. He told me that you saved him from that blast."

You shifted to meet her gaze as best as you could. The holoprojector weighed your hand down like a ten kilo weight. "I just...reacted. Nothing special to congratulate." Omega shook her head. "No, that's everything. If it were me, I don't think I'd be able to do that."

A pull in your gut told you she meant what she said. Your eyes softened. You didn't meet her gaze. Maybe that was because you couldn't. It was a hard enough fact accepting that you were injured, adding on that you were going soft didn't help your cause.

Omega took it as her signal to give you some privacy and exited the room. The doors swished shut behind her, leaving you in a much needed silence. You tapped the projector. It opened up, bathing the snow white room in soft blue hues.

"Rex." you greeted. "I apologize for my absence." His brows were knitted, eyes all sad and cloudy. He tried to keep a straight face, but you knew better. Of course you did. He was your best friend since the moment you joined the GAAR. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "I should be asking that to you. Are you alright? That fall was..." He paused and it was like he was choking back tears. "I-I'm sorry. If I had just been more careful, then you wouldn't be..."

"Rex, I'm fine."

"You can't walk." he muttered. "And you can't do much on your own. I took away your independence, this is all my fault." You knitted your brows together. His words made your heart ache, and the very thought of what he faced on his own without you didn't help. Your lips pulled into a frown deeper than Kamino's oceans. "That's not all, is it Rex?"

He clenched a fist as if it would help cease his rolling emotions. "E-Echo...if you had seen him. I'm just glad you weren't there."

"Is he alive?"

"Yes."

"Well where is he?" You had to fight the urge to sit up in anticipation. He was alive. That sweet, loving boy who taught you about protocols and manuals. As boring as it was, all those regulations embedded into your mind saved you more than you'd like to admit. He and Fives always snuck up on you whenever they came back from missions, or commed you in the middle of the night.

They both kept you up at night, but you never minded. Now one of those boys who had marched so far away had the chance of coming home.

"Where is Echo?" you inquired. Rex's eyes fell to the floor. "He's...Watt Tambor made him more machine than man. I-I can't..."

The doors swished open.

"...If only we had..." You shook your head. "Rex, there wasn't anything we could do. It was a miracle you found him in the first place."

The doors closed with a low hiss.

"Found who?"

Your eyes widened and you ripped your gaze away from the projection. A set of worn, tired eyes met yours. He looked different from the bottom up. His new armor, black and red with a familiar 99 on it. His smile, though a bit dampened, remained the same. He made his way over to you and took a seat by your bedside.

"Echo?"

"That's me."

You tried a smile, and it was all watery and shaky. "Oh, you've changed." He chuckled. "So have you. I heard about what happened. That was brave of you." No, it wasn't brave. You did it on instinct, without an ounce of hesitation. "It wasn't brave, I just..."

"Who else is crazy enough to jump in front of an explosion without katarn-class armour?"

You could name a few people. Fives, for example. "Whatever. I just--I'm glad you're alive."

He smiled and it was a little broken. "Me too."

---

Before you knew it, you were up and running again. There was no time to walk because you were needed on a mission today. It was completely solo, but thankfully, a simple retrieval mission with little to no chances of a casualty.

You settled in the cockpit, taking in the familiar scents and smells of the well oiled machinery. Mechanics wasn't your strong suit, but you never minded dabbling in it every now and then. Today, there wasn't time to brush up on your beautiful ship. You had a job to do.

The jump to hyperspace was as smooth as ever. There were no creaks, no fumbling through space, and no bursts of smoke. But that was when you heard a crash from the storage room. Last tine you checked, the door had been sealed shut while the weapons and supplies stowed away as they should be.

Had you forgotten to tie them down? A long sigh escaped your lips. "What a pain."

"So is my backside." piped a chipper voice. Your eyes widened. There was no way you heard that voice correctly. Sure, it was young. You knew a few other people with a young voice. Sure, it sounded girly. You knew a couple other female coworkers.

"Sorry I snuck onboard," the voice added. "I promise, I was going to leave, but then you left and--" You swerved the chair around to face Omega head on. She smiled sheepishly, as if it would fix all the problems in the whole galaxy. Maybe it would have if the whole galaxy were as kind as you.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't turn this ship around and bring you back." you stated. Omega fiddled with the hem of her sleeves like it was the most interesting thing on the ship. "You’re short on time?" You resisted the urge to say something snippy in response. The look of uncertainty on Omega’s little face made you feel just the tiniest bit worried.

Maybe that was because uncertainty could get people killed on the battlefield.

"Omega," you placed a hand to your temple, "do you understand what you've gotten yourself into?" This was bad, really bad. Sure, the mission wasn’t as dangerous as it should have been, but intel was like the weather forecast. It was never correct. Taking Omega along with you wasn’t a good idea in any universe, and like Malachor you’d let her into the crossfire.

“I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sorry. “I didn’t mean to sneak aboard.” She definitely meant to sneak aboard. “I just wanted to do something more than...” She let out a short sigh, as if it explained what she couldn’t put into words. “Being on Kamino all the time is so boring. I want to get out and see the galaxy with my own eyes.”

She threw her arms towards the bright blue of hyperspace. You didn’t miss the look of wonder in her eyes, bright as a sun. “There’s more to life than rain and the ocean and the same people I see every single day!”

You couldn’t argue. Omega was right. Even during your recovery, the frustration of not being on your ship doing anything but sitting settled into you every day. You hated being cooped up in one place more than anything. Poor Omega had to put up with it her whole life, it was nearly unfathomable to understand what she felt.

A sharp sigh escaped your lips. “Fine, you can come. But my only condition is that you stay on the ship.”

Omega did not stay on the ship. More than anything, she was curious. She had no clue what dirt was, what kind of plants were carnivorous and deadly, or how to steer clear of all the battle droids.

You raised your blaster and fired at the rust buckets. “This is exactly why I said you should have stayed on the ship! Can you even fire a blaster?” Omega knitted her brows together and eyes the deece at your hip. More than anything, she was curious. Beyond that? Determined.

“No,” Omega replied, “but I’ll try.” She pulled the deece from your hip and peeked over the top of your hiding spot. The long, durasteel crate was just barely holding up. If you were a Jedi, then you’d say it had to be a miracle only the Force knew about.

The deece wasn’t a perfect fit in Omega’s small hands, but it did the job. She aimed at the droids, eyes focused and hands firmly on the weapon. She fired. Once. Twice. Three times. "Did I hit anything?” You fired your blaster a couple times and glared through the smoky haze.

A collection of bolts and durasteel scraps lay in a pile and you couldn’t help but be proud. Either Omega was a natural or she was incredibly strong with luck. Whichever it was, it helped you through the mission, and before you knew it, you were back on the ship with a data stick and an unharmed Omega.

“See, nothing bad happened!” she exclaimed with a grin. You took the blaster from her hands and strapped it back to your hip. “That was luck, I tell you.” Omega rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t! You saw--I was like, pow pow, and you went and hit that guy right in the face!”

“That was because he called me a filthy bounty hunter.” you said, a small smile creeping up your lips. “I can’t say I took too kindly to his harsh words.” Omega let out a laugh and you joined her. 

Tired. That was the first thing that came to mind when you thought of your mental state. Yet with Omega by your side, smiling, and carefree despite all the action, you couldn’t help but feel the electrifying sense of thrill. 

“Say, Omega? If you want to come back, maybe we can figure out how to get you off that rainy excuse of a planet more often.” you said with a small smile. She beamed, throwing her arms around you with a vigorous nod. “Yes! I’d love that!”

“Me too, kid. We just have to figure out how to convince whoever looks after you.”

BONUS:

A tall kaminoan towered over you with her beady eyes. Omega sheepishly played with her sleeves as you stared down the kaminoan. Stupid long necks. Nala Se blinked. “So this is where you have been, Omega.” That soft, cold voice of hers warmed at the sight of the girl. “Haven’t I told you not to run off? I see you’ve gone somewhere far today.”

Omega frowned shamefully. “Maybe...” Nale Se motioned for her to come to her. “If you would like, you may stay with (Y/n) again--if you are out of harms way that is.” She turned to you and you froze, eyes wide. “Wait, what?”

“I am giving you permission to have Omega under your care, as long as she is out of harms way.” You glanced at Omega, who glanced at you and then Nala Se with the biggest grin on her face. “Really?”

“Yes.” Nala Se smiled. “‘Really’.”

[gayfartsworld]

Dad's Fume Slave- (Part two)

The torture had been going on for about a week now.

One occasion of his farting was you being escorted into the toilet. He lifted up the toilet seat, firmly placing your face facing upwards whilst, he slowly skidded his trousers down onto the floor and sat on your face, full force.

'God, here it comes!' PpoHhhhhRrrtttt!

A loud 40 second gas discharge echoed onto your nose and semi opened mouth. He signed in relief of the gargantuan thing as he raised his left leg a little, and released a hot slash of air right into your nostrils, making you gay from the smell.

'These bombs are great!!!'

He then let you go, afterwards as he got you into the shower. He stripped down after pushing a huge turd out into the toilet.

PLOP! He stood up, not even wiping and turned on the shower. You stared at him. Trapped in a small corner. Infront a huge ass, unwiped and hairy.

'How your friend's delaying with it. Isn't it ya bestmate that was sat on, on the bus by the driver, god, that must have stank. Being bombarded like that for, for what was it?'

Pppppsspspspsp! Pssssssssss!

'A 2 hour trip??' He said as your father shut up as he turned and looked at you. You were gagging from the smell of rotten broccoli and cauliflower, which he ate 4 meals of last night.

He started to back up, until the everywhere in your site was that of his asshole or cheeks.

'I should invite some colleagues from work round?'

He released a massive SBD out of his crack. UGH. He shoved another Silent-but-deadly out onto your nostrils.

*. *. *.

Two hours later, you were in your bedroom, your mouth and nostrils, smeared with shit from the amount of particles in the enclosed space. The last memory of the shower was afterwards, when your dad was phoning his mates to come round.

Fuck. About 5 people will be using you as their person fart cushion, soon!